#I'M THIS TEMPTED TO MAKE IT A REAL FIC AND UPLOAD IT

[themutantmetaphorrises]

i can't believe i spent the last days writing this epic kinky sex fic between Oswalda and my female OC for him / her

[spitdrunken]

I’m busy as usual lately, and if you’re new here, my interests tends to change up pretty quickly and strongly because of my neurodivergency lolol I see all your hazbin requests, and I will try to get to them <33 In the meantime, my girlfriend has dragged me into Ace Attorney (so blame her), and I cleaned up this ‘discord fic’ we wrote together, haha.

notes: dick gumshoe x female!reader (reader is very explicitly female here; please don’t go in hoping for ambiguity!), age gap (gumshoe is early 30s, reader is early 20, inexperienced reader. other than that, this is just very consensual sex. enjoy!

essentially, the entire crux of the idea is that gumshoe has a hookup app he uses sometimes, and you meet through there. you haven’t had that much sex, or just not sex with guys, but you’re bored and you’re horny and you decide- why the hell not? you assume nothing will really come out of it, anyway.

maybe there's just a far higher number of guys on the app you were on, and most of them just sent you a picture of their ugly penis or the most horrendous, sexual pickup line in existence… you'd practically given up on both the app and the male population in general, when you encounter gumshoe. who just tells you how pretty you are and asks how your day has been. he is outrageously attractive himself, and so you have to wonder whether or not he’s even real… despite the different start,i feel like he still wouldn't take too long to ask if you want to come over to his place sometime, but that's only normal and expected- it's the very purpose of the app such as the one you're using, after all! he warns you beforehand that his apartment doesn’t look like the best of places on the outside, and agrees to do anything you want beforehand to verify his identity! like sending pics of himself in certain poses, or (video)calling.

and you show up and all of your nerves just crash into you at once. you’re standing in the parking lot and you get so nervous you might as well throw up. you don’t really do stuff like this, but you were lured here by his genuine compliments and his good looks. you are almost tempted to text him that you’re going home, something came up, or to be rude enough to ghost him entirely- but there’s a little bit of guilt welling up inside you, knowing that you agreed with all of this, and he’s waiting for you and got his hopes up.

the reason you initially do go up to the door is this guilt. at your hesitant knock at the door, it immediately swings open, as if he had been waiting right beyond. you’d guessed from his pics he’d be big, but he’s really tall, and the spitting image of the pics he uploaded, rather than some of the horror stories you’ve heard.

"h-hi!!" you squeak. "i'm from the, uh, thing." you give him a little wave, and immediately feel stupid, quickly lowering your hand. your face is already on fire, and you don’t quite know what else to say.

gumshoe, on the other hand, only needs to take one look at you to be able to see how nervous you are. (while people often consider him dumb, he’s at least got emotional intelligence to make up for it. not to mention, he’s been around this block plenty of times before.)

"pal, c'mon, sit down. you look like you're about to pass out," he says, though not unkindly, and leads you inside before pulling back a chair from his dinner table. you're pretty happy to do as he says. "are you okay?"

"yeah, um-" you wring your hands together on your lap, face flushed, not meeting his eye. "i'm sorry. i don't really do stuff like this…. ever. i-is that weird? i just, uh, well…" you laugh sheepishly and awkwardly. "you were- you are very handsome, what can i say?"

he laughs, louder than you think you deserve, but it's boisterous. not laughing at you. "you sure do know how to make a man feel special, huh? but… hey. look at me." he's sitting opposite you now, a kindly smile on your face. "we don't hav'ta do anything you don't want to. we don't have to do anything at all! i want you to have a good time. both of us should have a good time. 'course, i'm always happy to have such a pretty lady in my home.. but i'm not gonna make you do something you don't wanna."

after his little motivational speech, you've calmed enough that your breathing has slowed down to regular levels.

"thank you, i really do appreciate it… um. i wanna try, at least. i bought new lingerie 'n everything," you mumble, eyes averted.

"just for little old me? you shouldn't have." dick's smile is goofy and genuine and luring you closer, allowing him to reach out for your waist.

"would you mind if i take a look? i'd love to see your pretty new panties." you don’t trust your tongue to make any comprehensible noise right now, so you just rapidly nod. "that's my girl."

maybe he keeps sitting down at the table, and pats his knee, inviting you to sit down on his lap. not right over his crotch, he doesn’t want to push you that quick and that hard. maybe you're wearing a cute little dress so he just pulls the hem up, and without even thinking about it, you reach out and taking him from it, holding it up for him,, you're very very red in the face and looking anywhere except at him, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he says ‘thanks’.

he just places one of his big, warm hands on your thigh, rubbing circles on the skin on the inside, and with the other hand he just traces a single finger up the length of your thigh, closer and closer to your panties to see if you don't get spooked. even when he touches your underwear, he doesn't go for your clit or anything like that, just running the tip of his finger over the side of it. maybe it's pink n lacy and slightly see through.

"that's so adorable," he tells you, maybe even tugging a little at the pink little bow on top. "s'like you read my mind and you knew exactly what i wanted to see! special girl."

"i- i'm sure i'm not… mmm--" gumshoe just hums in response, question unspoken. "i'm sure you've had prettier girls over." and you immediately want to hit yourself over the head for saying something like that, but it was what you were thinking.

"hah!" he practically guffaws, entirely unfazed. "you'd be surprised, pal. all i ever seem to hook are skinny little guys. which is all fine and good, love ‘em, but there are plenty who are just- if they can't be bothered to just say 'hi' before starting to talk about my dick, i just block 'em."

you can't help but laugh a little, and look at his face for the first time, meeting with relaxed eyes and a kind smile. (if you're going to catch feelings for this man, you swear to god--) "i guess we're pretty similar, then. i only got, uh, dick pics and bad one liners… you were the first one to just ask how i was feeling." for a moment, you can forget you're sitting in a stranger's lap with your dress pulled up, and his fingers centimeters away from your clit. maybe this guy just has that effect on people.

"people can be weird," he sighs and shakes his head a little. "that, or they just ask for the strangest things. i had this one guy over once, and he just straight up asked for fisting, which, y’know, never mentioned that anywhere before! how do ya even think you want my damn fist inside you, when you can't even handle my cock?"

"o-oh yeah?" you stammer out, the unspoken question on your lips (are you THAT big???!!??) obvious to both people in the room, and you don't even think about it as your eyes shift a looot lower than his face.

there's a tangible shift in the air, and gumshoe chuckles. when he speaks again, his voice is about an octave lower. "eyes up here, sweetheart." you jolt, practically spit out an apology, and he laughs again, louder this time. "no, no, i'm sorry, was just messing with ya. but you got curious, didn't ya? c'mere."

he takes your wrist, grip loose enough that you could pull away at any moment, but you don't. he places your hand right on top of his crotch, and places his own hand over yours. he is… big, and your face is burning. "i can see that you're wet yourself, sweetheart, so i think ya should know i've been hard ever since you walked through that door."

[pavlovianfuckery]

here's my number so call me, zombie

A/N: Re-uploading all my fics after having a slight mental breakdown and deleting everything, bone apple tea and all that anyway

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Summary: Here be phone sexing and things of that nature

Pairing: Blaine DeBeers/F!Reader

Notes: masturbation, bit of dirty talk, phone sex shenanigans, no use of y/n

Length: 2800~ words

You're not going to call him. It's only been a few days, and you're not calling. Taking another sip of wine you drum your fingers on the tabletop. There's been a crawling feeling under your skin all day, worsening as the evening drags on. The day has been constantly interrupted by flashes of memory, and you can't get him out of your head. It makes you feel like some sort of addict, and you're not sure if you like that.

"Goddamnit." You sigh and tap out a quick text, fortifying yourself with another swallow of wine before hitting send.

You forgot something at my place, you gonna come get it?

Rather than wait by the phone like a lovestruck teenager you turn on the TV, hoping to distract yourself. It's not entirely successful but it doesn't matter, because it's only a few minutes until your phone chimes. The hopeful flutter in your chest gets stamped down pretty quick when you check it, though.

Busy

That's not exactly the kind of response you'd been hoping for. You frown, then tap out a quick response, keeping it short and to the point.

Shame. Miss you. Thinking about you

Then you finally put the phone down and walk away. Rather than sulking for the rest of the night you decide to put the restless energy to better use, starting with the dishes. It feels a bit better to be productive, even if it's not how you really wanted to spend your evening. Turns out that being a little bit pissed off and frustrated has its uses because before you know it, almost two hours have passed and your little apartment is looking noticeably tidier. After having a quick shower and changing into an oversized old t-shirt, an evening of bad TV and spicy snacks doesn't sound so bad. Maybe not great, but you don't exactly feel like going out. As you flip through the channels the phone chimes and for a second you think about ignoring it, but you're not feeling quite that petty.

Still miss me?

You roll your eyes as you type. In some ways, he's so predictable. It's kind of cute how he's always so hungry for it, wanting to be wanted though he'd never admit it if you asked.

Yeah

Then he's calling, the letter B accompanied by a skull emoji and an eggplant emoji flashing on the screen. You should probably change that at some point, actually. There's loud music and the chatter of a crowd in the background, before the closing of a heavy door cuts it all off.

"So, what were you thinking about?" It's different, hearing his voice over the phone. After days of nothing, it's like having his mouth pressed right up against your ear and you can't quite hold back a shiver.

"Maybe..." You bite your lip, hoping that it doesn't sound quite as eager as it probably does, "you could come here and I'll show you?"

"Tempting offer," he sighs and you can hear the creak of a chair as he sits down. You guess that he's probably in the office at the Scratching Post. "Haven't got that kind of time right now, though."

"Still busy?" You try to keep the disappointment out of your voice, maybe not entirely successfully.

"Mm. Can't come over tonight," his voice drops a fraction lower as he draws the next few words out, making them all but drip with innuendo, "could still have some fun if you wanted to, though."

That's a bit out of left field. Other than the occasional nude you haven't bothered with anything like phone sex in years and years, preferring to wait for the real thing. But lately, patience has been in short supply and at this point you'll take what you can get.

"Mr. DeBeers," you gasp, scandalized. "Are you going to ask me what I'm wearing, next?"

"Actually, I was going to tell you to take it off and send me a picture," he drawls, and you can hear the chair creak again as he leans back, "but if you want to tell me, I don't mind." You hadn't been expecting him to play coy about it but the flippant way he says it still takes you a bit by surprise, sending a hot trickle of want to pool between your thighs.

"Alright, hold on," you giggle, putting the phone down and pulling the soft t-shirt over your head. For a second you consider trying to strike some sort of pose but in the end, you simply lay back on the couch and snap a quick photo of your body, quickly sending it before you have time to get self-conscious about it. "You get it?"

"Mm-hm." For a moment all you can hear is rustling fabric and the chair creaking again, then he's back, voice a little breathy. "Your tits are so damn perfect."

"You say the sweetest things." Empty flattery or not, hearing the want in his voice still affects you, making your stomach twist.

"You going to tell me what you were thinking about?" His tone is all tease, making your cheeks heat up.

"Sure you want to hear? It's not exactly coherent." you sigh, shrugging despite knowing that he can't see it, "It's like I can't get anything done lately without getting hit with these random thoughts, I swear everything about you is a fucking distraction."

"Sounds serious." You can hear the grin in his voice, "You should tell me all about it."

"Okay. I was thinking about...the way you taste. The noise you make when you hit the back of my throat" Hearing how his breath catches makes your mouth go a bit dry as you continue, "that I can't get enough of your hands, that I want to try and take even more next time."

"What else?" His breath grows heavier in your ear, making you ache.

"How good it feels to have your cock inside of me after you've made me beg for it." That gets you a low moan, making you throb. "You sound so damn good right now. Are you touching yourself?"

"Yeah." There's not even a hint of shame in his voice, low and smooth like honey in your ear.

"Fuck." You bite your lip, squirming in your seat. "Can I see?"

There's more rustling as he moves the phone and then you can hear the slick sound as he slowly strokes himself. A few moments later your phone chimes. The clip itself doesn't have any sound so you turn the speaker on while you watch, his heavy breaths loud in the small room as you turn the volume of the call up a bit.

"Oh..." A desperate little whine escapes before you can stop it. He's just popped his jeans open and pulled his cock out through his boxers, lazily stroking it. You've never really seen him jerk off before and you hungrily devour every movement, from the way he grips it to the little twist that he does at the end. He's wet, precome nearly starting to dribble and when he catches it on his fingers and spreads it over the flushed tip, teasing his slit, you can't hold back a moan.

"You're so good to me, so good..." With the way his legs spread you'd fit so perfectly between them and it almost makes you gag with need, base and primal. "I could watch you and probably come just from that I think."

"I was thinking about you too," he pants, "and the things I'm going to do to you."

"Really?" You turn the speaker back off, pressing the phone to your ear as you lean back on the couch. Giving in just a little you tease your nipples, every twist and pinch sending a shock of pleasure to your core. "You going to tell?"

"Was thinking that," his voice is low and a bit ragged at the edges as he sighs, "it's a shame that I haven't bent you over this desk yet." You can hear his breath hitching and the rustle of his clothes as he gives himself a few tugs, a bit rougher this time. "Want to fuck you like that until you cry."

"God, if you had any idea how much I want that, want you right now," you frown, worrying your lip with your teeth, "it actually hurts a little."

"Yeah?" There's a few shaky breaths and then, "You going to touch yourself?"

"I will, in a bit." You sigh, savouring the sweet ache between your legs. "I like this, though. Like hurting for you." If the choked little noise he makes is any indication that seems to have hit a nerve, and it gives you an idea. "Give me a minute? I want to show you."

"...Alright."

Starting the camera up, you record a quick clip for him. Your cunt feels heavy as you spread yourself open, making sure to show the wetness clinging to your fingers as you clench a few times for the camera. Pulling your lips back a bit more you stroke the tip of a finger over the clit, hoping that he'll be able to see how swollen you are, how needy. A few quick taps later and the clip is sent.

"That's you, that's all for you, from just listening to you and watching you jerk off for ten seconds." You pause, listening to his heavy breathing for a few seconds before continuing, "I'm not sure if you can even tell, but my clit is literally hard right now."

"Hold on, let me..." you hear him go still as he watches the clip, swearing under his breath when it ends. "You should touch yourself," he groans, "I want you to."

"Okay, just give me a minute," Your legs are a bit unsteady as you make your way to the bed. "Just have to move, I was on the couch and..." you trail off as you lay down.

"And?"

"And I'm probably going to make a mess," you moan, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation, "I can tell."

"Fuck," he grits out, "I want to be inside you right now." He lets out a long shaking breath and then, "You should, hah, should get your toy out and fuck yourself for me." The words wind the tension tighter in your belly, making you tremble.

"I'm probably going to come really quick if I do that..." Everything feels so good right now, you're not sure if you want it to end just yet.

"You think I won't?" The words come out in short little bursts, his voice so perfectly lovely and filthy as it frays at the edges.

The lid of the box almost rattles in your hands as you dig through it until you find what you're looking for. Laying back on the bed, your heart is pounding, blood rushing and roaring in your ears until you almost feel alive. The toy is a bit too rigid and not quite right but it's better than nothing, and as you start sliding it in you can't quite hold back a whimper.

"That's it," You can hear him speed up a bit as he moans in your ear, "fuck, you sound good." His every gasp and shaky breath fans the flame inside you higher and higher until it feels as if you might combust.

"I wish you were here," you whine in frustration as you thrust the toy, angling it to hit your g-spot, "I want you, not this..." Trapping the phone between your ear and shoulder, you stroke your neglected clit. After being untouched for so long it feels almost too intense, as if every nerve is completely exposed and throwing off sparks as you rub yourself.

"I'll make it up to you," he pants, voice sliding just a fraction higher, "fuck you through the fucking mattress if you want me to."

You try to hold off, going slower and just listening to him, but it doesn't really help. There's a fleeting thought that you should probably put a towel down but then it's almost too late, the edge just a few moments away, sharp and urgent and begging you to go over it.

"I'm so close," you whimper, almost frantic as you try to be still and just hold yourself right there. "Can I come? Please tell me, I want you to tell me..."

"I fucking want you to," he moans, low and breathy and uneven and exactly what you need to push you over the edge. As you come with a choked sob, the world shrinks until all you're aware of is your walls fluttering around the toy as you gush, and him moaning encouragement in your ear. It's intense and you really should have put a towel down, but the only thing you can think about is how you wish he was there, filling you.

"Fuck, love, do you have any idea," you gasp as you fuck yourself through the aftershocks, drawing your release out for as long as possible. "What you do to me, what you just made me do..." He only moans in response and he must be so close, sounding so good that you could almost go again. As you fuck yourself a little harder you know that he can hear how wet he's made you, how sloppy the thrusts are now. You can hear the chair creak in protest as he tenses up, breath hitching, and you wish that you could see it when he finally comes because the strangled noise as he spills makes your mouth water. Rather than try to come again you melt into the covers, letting the pleasure ebb away as you listen to him come down.

"I still miss you," you mumble, not caring if it sounds sappy. Actually, you're damn well allowed to be a bit sappy about someone you're fucking. "You made me make a mess, so I hope you're happy now." You sigh and remove the toy, rolling away from the wet spot on top of the sheets.

"Mm. Me, too," he murmurs.

"Which part?" You stretch out on top of the covers, too tired to do any cleanup just yet.

"Both." It could be a slip of the tongue, but your treacherous heart twitches in your chest anyway. Rather than dwell on it, you reach for the first words that come to mind.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" It's childish, you know it is, but you're too fucked out to care as you snap a quick photo of the impressive wet spot you left behind.

"Anyone ever tell you that you're a bit of a pervert?"

"Maybe," you giggle, resting your head on the pillow and barely suppressing a yawn. "I want to see, though. Can I?" There's more rustling as he moves the phone away, snapping a quick photo for you. That he does it at all send a little thrill through you, despite being tired and a bit sore.

"This what you wanted?" He's clearly made an attempt to limit the mess because he's caught most of it in his hand, but not all of it. There are a few stray drips of come on his jeans, denim darkening as it sucks the moisture up.

"Mm-hm, that's hot. I think I have more to clean up, though." You feel a bit silly sending your photo in return, but only a little bit. "You're a fucking menace. I hope you're proud of yourself because I have to change my damn sheets now."

"That sounds like a compliment to me." You can hear him tap the phone and let out a huff of breath as he looks at the picture you sent. "Looks like it, too."

"It is!" You grin, wishing you could see his face right now. "Don't think anyone has ever made me come that hard without even being in the same room before."

"Much as I enjoy you singing my praises, doll, I've got to go," he sighs, and you can hear him rifling around the desk. "I probably have about two minutes before Don E starts breaking down my office door, so..."

"I kind of forgot that you're at work," you wince, "Sorry."

"Don't be." He goes quiet for a moment before ending the call. For a minute you just lay there rolling his every word around in your head, not sure what you're hoping to find. The phone is still in your hand so you go into the contacts, trying not to think too hard as you erase the emojis and replace them with his actual name. It's stupid and sentimental but you've already failed to keep your distance in so many ways, so what's one more? You're allowed to have his name in your phone, it doesn't have to mean anything. You repeat it like a mantra as you start stripping the bed.

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[hangmansradio]

Do you ever question ~why~ you write, and find yourself wanting to throw your laptop out of the window because of it?

I write for the MCR fandom and ill be honest, i fell out of love with the fandom a long long time ago (mainly because of the online toxicity). Now, i no longer care about receiving comments or kudos from people in the fandom because it honestly just raises anxiety in me, so I've found myself writing but not posting it anywhere. (Before, kudos and comments especially from regular readers were what motivated me)

There's no other fandom I'm interested in writing in, and I'm past the age now where a new fandom can grab my attention easily- it would really take a lot for that to happen. So I'm at this point where I'm just like... why am I writing and who am I writing for? I'm using Gerard and Frank as characters but I'm so far removed from the fandom that I don't feel connected to it in anyway anymore.

I hate Canon (in terms of tv show fandoms etc) so a bandom is perfect for creative liberties when writing, but I just... feel so unmotivated. And yet, writing is my life, I dont know what I'll do with my free time if I stop.

I know you've spoken before about second guessing your place in the fandom and whether or not it's a space you still want to write in. How do you still continue to write when you feel that way? I know you're currently taking a break, but before that?

If you can't relate to anything I've said in this ask then just disregard it, but I have the feeling you are or have been in a similar position as me and maybe you can offer some words of wisdom 🥺

Oh nonny, I really, really feel for you right now 💜 I am in basically the exact same position as you, more or less. I've been writing in the MCR fandom for fifteen years now (yikes) and it was always such a warm, safe space. But the past couple of years I've slowly noticed that changing, and now, even me as a seasoned writer who KNOWS the fandom so well, am totally disgusted by the thought of posting anything new because the toxicity is at a new level. It's like people will read someone's work now just to find something to complain about, when ✨back in my day ✨ the number one rule was always "don't like something, then hit the back button". I feel like it's become an okay thing now to literally harass authors, which is just awful because we're all writing for free, in our spare time.

Once upon a time you could write about literally anything and know you were safe to post, even back before AO3 and their fantastic tagging system. Back then, you knew there was a chance you could be reading something you disliked every time you clicked on a fic, and that was fine, because you just turned back if that was the case. And that fostered a really great community, where anyone sending hate or being at all negative to an author were very quickly shot down by everyone else reminding them that only THEY, and not the author, are responsible for keeping themselves happy on the internet.

All that being said, I'm not sure I'll ever return to writing MCR fic. Taking this break has been so healing, because I don't miss it at all. I miss writing terribly, and I miss those wonderful readers who would always send love my way, but in general... My mental health is a million times better for getting out. And it would get even better again if I had the heart to completely sever the ties with my AO3 account - just this morning I received another negative comment on a fic and seeing the email notification come through with comments makes me so anxious now. I hate that it's become that way, and the temptation to completely delete my profile is so tempting. But I couldn't do it to those people who still say they get so much joy out of my fic.

So... I'm in a very similar position to you. Writing MCR fic was me. It's what I did every spare moment I had for literally half of my life. So where do we go from here? Personally I'm still figuring it out.

I'm lucky in that I have some fantastic writer friends who still want to read my stuff in private who I can post to. It's not as motivating as that rush of posting online and seeing who likes it, but it's enough. I haven't written anything at all, not a single sentence, since I uploaded Chains made of Gold; but last week one of my real life friends asked if they could help get me out of my writing rut, and requested a Kingsman fic, not to post online but just for them to read. And it's the first time I've felt any sort of motivation to write. Something small, safe and private to share with a friend, that I can handle.

I'm similar to you, in that I find canon difficult to work around because I'm so used to writing whatever I want. But there are no fanfic rules that say you have to stick to canon - the joy of fanfiction is that we don't have to do that! It can be hard getting into a new fandom, but maybe it's worth just a little try?

And for me, as it is for many fic writers, the dream was always to one day write original stories to publish. Recently I've felt like that dream is further away than ever, and maybe I'm just not a writer anymore. But I can't imagine my life without it, writing stories is my passion, and I can't let a toxic fandom destroy that.

So to you nonny, I say this - don't give up. It's easier said than done, I know. Find "real" people who love writing and befriend them, if you don't already know people who might want to read your stuff in private. I'm more than happy for you to send anything my way, be it fanfic or otherwise, and I'll gladly cheerleader for you if it helps keep the writing bug alive. Joining a creative writing group is also a fantastic way to keep motivated and challenge yourself with new ideas - I LOVED the one I was in, but sadly I have no local group now. But if you do, please try it, getting away from the internet communities that are so toxic and into a group of real people, all passionate about writing, is such a healing thing.

We all started writing just for us. Because we loved it. Hold onto that, and take as long a break as you need, and I promise the urge to write will come again 💜

TL;DR The 'point' of writing has always just been to tell those stories inside of us. Don't give up on something you're passionate about, find good people who can be excited about your writing with you and share things with them 💜

[todokori-kun]

WELCOME BACK!

 <3 I really missed you, and it’s so great to hear you had fun! (and omg yes so ready to see all those beautiful pics)

Yaaayyyy join me in MCU feels hell. And oooh, you have a ship for the fandom now! Like, Stoki’s still my favorite Steve pairing but Stony’s really cool too…you know I ship almost everything XD (also am I the only person who sorta hated almost everyone by the end of CW? Like, of course they’re still my favs and there are still some cinnamon rolls, but, come on. Why couldn’t you all just get along ;-;)

Speaking of Illumi, do you know that Hisoka/Illumi is an incredibly popular ship in the HxH fandom? Probably because both of them are so horrible that they have like 0 friends other than each other. Nobody else wants to hang out with these losers. (Chrollo tolerates Hisoka and the adults in Illumi’s family seem to spend enough time with him to give him orders, but that’s about it.) It’s a trash ship with two trashy people and tbh I love it XD

So continuing with the eye jokes, imagine. Hisoillu version of Helpless. Hisoillu version of Satisfied.

“Look into his eyes and the sky’s the limit”

“Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame”

(I know you did thise one before but still) “But when I fantasize at night, it’s Illumi’s eyes”

just, I’m imagining animatics for this with the ‘camera’ zooming in on Illumi’s dead fish eyes every time the lyrics mention them. It’s hilarious and also mildly terrifying

(though I guess if we’re actually making a Hamilton AU Hisoka’s way more likely to do something like Say No To This…)

idk if I’d want to be a parent either really LOL. Kids are adorable but I don’t think I’ll ever be responsible enough to raise one…

If Ishida makes a plot twist or something about it being someone else pretending to be Hide I'm actually gonna get mad. Dude. Not only would that bring the Hide feels right back it’d just make absolutely no sense omg

(also you read the new chapter, right? So, let’s talk about Juuzou and that huge death flag)

I’ve heard of Soul Eater and considered reading it but it’s not really the kind of thing I’m into…artwork’s cute, though, and Death the Kid seems like an interesting guy so maybe someday XD

AGH I’M ACTUALLY SORTA JEALOUS BECAUSE WOW I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW TO WATCH THAT LEGALLY HERE IN KOREA. (unless I ask my dad for help but he doesn’t like manga/anime at all, so…) But yes, I’m really happy Lizzy finally got her moment this time! Now anime-only fans can’t complain about her being a ‘shallow’ character so hopefully there’ll be less fighting over Lizzy in the Kuro fandom :D

FINALLY. Fellow Death Note fan <3333 Who’s your fav? Do you have any ships? Are you done with the anime??? :D (also do you know…you picked a really interesting time to join the DN fandom. The American live-action movie just came out and it sucks so freaking bad, like I haven’t even watched it yet and just from the reviews/clips, here’s what I got:

-They turned Misa into this Harley Quinn-type character. Only without any depth.

-Light/Misa is an actual canon ship, like, it’s not abusive or one-sided like it is in the anime/manga, it’s just…a thing. Light loves Misa. Misa loves Light. It’s like every cringey high school romance movie ever, only with more murder

-They freaking bent the Death Note rules just so Light could get away with all sorts of ridiculous stuff

-L cries, L rants, L is overly emotional

-Light tells L where he hid a page from his Death Note. Light doesn’t deny being Kira. Light shows Misa his Death Note when they like barely know each other and she’s still a complete stranger to him. Light acts like an idiot.

-Oh sure, he’s Kira, God of the New World, but he still cares about going to prom with his girlfriend and making stupid faces as they pose for pictures

-So much unnecessary gore. Heart attacks are Kira’s thing, Light isn’t that emotional about his kills, he doesn’t care as long as the 'villains’ are dead, so why???

-Apparently Rem does not exist. Sayu doesn't exist either. Light’s mom is dead (probably so he can angst over her)

-Light Turner. Light TURNER. Out of all the surnames they could have chosen…

-And now, for the most unforgivable sin:

How dare they not include the Potato Chip scene)

And then random things: JJ and Light have the same voice actor. Yurio and Mello (imo…have you met Mello yet?) could be long-lost twins.

Also:

I’ve fallen into Steven Universe hell and now I’m imagining so. Many. Gem AUs. Have you ever heard of SU?

(look:

1- don’t stress about the messages, and come on, I’d never get mad at you over something like this! You’re way too awesome.

2-  I don’t really know what to say 'cause I’m bad at comforting people, but ugh, it sucks to hear that school’s tiring you out! Queen Luna’s gonna get through this, though. I mean, you’re great at so many things and you’re freaking smart and…this is awkward but maybe you understand Evans Language by now? XD Guess I’m just trying to say that I’m sure you’ll do great, and if you ever need someone to talk to I’m (almost) always free *hugs*

3- Um. So, other than tumblr, I think the only way I can talk with you right now is if we email each other? The email address I used this time is my real one (or rather, my dad’s, since I don’t have one of my own yet…) so maybe we can talk about this more through email and find a better way to contact each other? If that’s ok with you can you send me a message there?)

P.S:

I’ve started college and have no idea what I’m doing

*slams head against keyboard* guess who managed to get sick. It’s only been a week since school started. Whatever, I’m still going to school, but I woke up breathing like a fish on land, bc asthma. Yay.

I’m definitely gonna upload the pics today!!

Okay, but one thing I’m wondering about, is How? Not in a malicious way or anything, I’m genuinely curious to why you ship Stoki (and where it began). Was it that redemption fic you told me about or did you ship it before? 

Tbh, I didn’t hate the characters in CW, I hated the situation. Because there’s so so much pointless conflict that could easily be solved if everyone sat down and talked like normal people. But nooo we have to go around attacking each other. ((ALSO CAP’S LETTER TO TONY, I AM DEAD))

I’ve already learned (and experienced) that shipping is a very weird and unusual thing, so I’ll be honest and say I’m not even surprised that ship exists. At least it has some basis XD

I’m actually tempted to go through the lyrics of the whole musical and find every single eye line there is, only to replace it w Illumi’s eyes.

Not only zooming in on the eyes, the word itself is louder than the rest XD man if only I could draw…

Tbh I’d say I’m responsible enough (HA, that’s more or less a lie), but I’m honestly way too irritated with the little ones to be able to have one of my own. My cousin recently celebrated her 3rd bday and I was stuck looking after her during the party, bc all the adults were talking among themselves and I swear to god, I haven’t moved that much since I had to run 2km for PE. Where do they get their energy. Not to mention the adults thought it would be a good idea to leave me w her, because I’d already drunk 3 glasses of wine (i was bored and not allowed to do anything other than stare at emptiness or look after a 3yo). Turns out my tolerance isn’t that bad after all.

Lol let’s be honest, Ishida would totally do that. He knows the fandom would riot and that’s the whole point.

All the death flags. Tbh I don’t know how I feel about it. It’s obvious that either Touka or Juuzou are probably gonna die and I wan’t neither (If I have to choose tho, I’d rather Juuzou survives.) Also Naki. HNNNNNNGH

I think you’d actually like the manga? It takes a pretty dark turn compared to the anime and deals with lots of mental issues (the whole theme of the later volumes is Madness). Also, lots of death XD Well, the artwork changes drastically, so which one are you talking about XD

The girl in the coat (left first pic, middle 2nd) is the same person for reference. Death the Kid was one of my first anime crushes. The guy has OCD and is a total badass. 

MUHAHAHAHA I think someone uploaded the Lizzy fight to youtube so you can probably find it there, but I am in love. The animation is beautiful, so that’s also a huge plus. All in all, it was handled really well.

Death Note

So last I’ve watched is ep 25, aka the one WHERE L DIES. And i am not okay. I am nowhere near okay. Nope. Not at all.

Oh i’ve heard all about the adaptation. Tbh I find the whitewashing hilarious. Setting the movie in America removes so much of the series’s logic, so why? L being the way he is is probably my favourite mistake. They took the best character and ruined him completely.  POTATO CHIP SCENE NOOOO But my question is: did everything go just according to the keikaku?

Have fun w SU! I’ve watched it for a while, but gave up at some point. I might pick it up again if I have the time ^^ Word of advice, watch out for the fandom, they’re among the most toxic ones I’ve ever encountered. One time, they almost drove an artist to suicide because she didn’t draw Rose ‘thick enough’. So yeah.

What did I do to deserve you as my friend TT^TT Thank you so so much, those words mean more than you can imagine.

Um. Looks like we’ll be staying here, because I never, ever check my mail, despite getting school assignments there, so yeah. If we used mail, you’d probably get a response every leap year.

How does the education system work in Korea? Like, at what age do you start going to which school?

Also, I’ve told you about Mystic Messenger? I think you’d like the newest update, because damn, it’s creeping me out. Also, it’s in Korean, so + ((My thoughts during the prologue of the new route: Nani the fuck))