#If I was able to draw then this would be beautiful

[heirloomgem]

Infatuation Series

Summary: Small snippets and cute scenes on your crush on Sung Jinwoo and how Sung Jinwoo courts and wins over you in high school after using the cup of reincarnation.

His sole purpose in this life is to win your heart, become your faithful husband, and have you be the mother of his children. No one else but you. (Mini chapters)

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.

Warning/Genre: OOC, Romance, fluff, high school life (Sorry for the miss grammar)

Chapter 1: Chances

Lately, you have been too flustered for your own good but that’s because you’ve started liking someone.

In a classroom filled with students, the sound of pens scratching on paper echoed as students took notes while listening to their teacher.

Some people were diligent, some were dozing off and some were distracted, and you were among them.

Twirling your pen in one hand and leaning on the other, you did your best to listen to the lesson.

However, the calm spring breeze coming through the window seemed to lull you, and your mind gradually began to drift away.

Slowly, your eyes were closing.

Just as you were about to nod off, you caught yourself and quickly straightened up. Opening the back of your notebook you opted to doodle so you won't fall asleep.

It begins with a flower, followed by a bear, a knight's helmet, dragon wings, a dagger and various other unusual and unrelated items until finally you unconsciously draw a chibi version of him.

You felt your cheeks heat up.

Sung Jinwoo.

A second-year student in your high school, whom you started liking recently.

He was your senior by a year as you were in your first year. He was one of the handsome, popular and competent students in your school that most girls fawn over and for boys to idolize.

Like most girls in your school, you were no different from them, who accidentally glanced at him and were instantly smitten.

Foolishly and stupidly smitten.

You didn't know why, but after catching a glimpse of his soft black hair reminiscent of the night, his slender yet beautiful grey eyes, framed by long eyelashes, and his lips, which had a slight reddish tint.

That day, a deep sense of familiarity surged within you. Those feelings captured you and he entangled you with his very being without hesitation.

Even to this day, just remember that moment and how your eyes met made your body heat up, your cheeks flush and a deep aching echo inside you.

Finishing your doodle, you took a moment to admire your drawing of him.

Even though it's just a silly drawing, you couldn't help but caress his small face. A sweet smile appeared on your lips before shaking your head, catching yourself.

Looking at the front, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the teacher and your classmates didn't catch you making a silly face out of nowhere and were focused on the lesson instead.

You didn't want anyone, particularly your teacher, to catch you daydreaming especially when your mind wandered toward your silly little crush or else with just a slip everyone in your school would talk about it no doubt and soon he would hear about it.

Just imagining his uncomfortable expression made you shudder, scared and embarrassed.

There's no way you would be able to endure such humiliation if such a thing were ever to happen.

Slapping yourself awake, you flip your notes back and resume jotting down points.

Soon the bell rang, signalling for a break.

You gratefully took the time to stretch your stiff body, worn from sitting in class for almost half of the day. Hearing your bones crack, you let out a sigh of relief, you turn toward your friend before happily inviting her to go out and buy some snacks.

Walking down the hallways while talking to your friend, you furtively give a few glances at his classroom as you pass it. Hoping to catch a glance of him.

However, it seems that luck wasn't on your side, as you didn't even see a glimpse of his clothes. A sense of sadness envelops you, leaving you disheartened.

Unfortunately, you weren’t in the same class or year as him so there were only a few times when you could see him.

Although you envy the students that were in the same year as him, that didn’t dismay you from time to time to wander the hallways of his classroom to try to catch sight of him.

This was one of the few times you hoped to see him, but it seemed the gods were not in your favour today.

You haven't seen nor heard of him at all throughout the morning and now it's already past noon.

You were hoping to at least even just once, you would see him.

Glumly choosing some snacks, you paid right away and waited for your friend's turn before the both of you walked back to your classroom.

Your head hung low as you considered the rest of the day would be unmotivated and restless due to not seeing him.

You wonder why you weren't born in the same year as him. If you had been, you might have had the chance to be with him that year or, even better, have him as your classmate instead of your senior.

Probably because you were too busy weeping childishly, you didn't pay enough attention to where you were going, causing you to crash into someone.

Expecting the painful impact, you held your breath when suddenly, you felt a strong hand holding your waist and pulling you into a warm embrace, steadying your fall.

With your heart racing from fright and still dazed from the incident, it took you a moment to come to your senses before you looked up, ready to apologize.

But your eyes widened instead, your tongue stuck in your throat, and not a word came out.

You felt your face blush uncontrollably, and your whole body trembled. This time, you knew your heart was racing not from fright, but from the nervousness of your crush's sudden appearance.

Standing face to face with your crush, Sung Jinwoo, you could feel his breath as your faces were close to each other, his head bent down, looking at you.

“I’m sorry. Are you alright?” He asked as he gave you a worried look while you, in turn, could only look at him with your mouth wide open.

Both of your friends, who saw the whole situation stood frozen.

For one, your friend knows who your crush is while the other was bewildered with the whole situation.

Lifting his eyes, Sung Jinwoo’s eyebrow furrowed, concerned in his beautiful grey eyes, then brought a hand to touch your forehead which was now red from the earlier collision with his back.

“Your forehead’s bruised. We should go to the infirmary.” He murmured as he caressed your forehead.

Feeling his gentle touch, you snap out of your bewilderment and start rambling nonsensically, your arms flailing, your voice squeaking, and your face all messed up.

You couldn't help but cry in your heart.

Of all times, your bad luck just has to kick you when you least expected it and now you're making a fool of yourself in front of him.

Worst of all you just showed him yourself gawking at him unreservedly.

Not taking it anymore and embarrassed from head to toe, you immediately took your friend’s hand, apologizing before dashing away from the awkward situation.

You’re sure not only your face but your whole body is red as a tomato. Your back sweating profusely.

You’ve always imagined countless scenarios in your head. If you ever got the chance to talk to him, you would act smoothly and gracefully, ensuring that not a hint of your crush would show.

But now! BUT NOW!

You cried in despair.

God! You wish you could burrow yourself in a hole.

You were just grateful that only the four of you were in the hallway; otherwise, not only would you be mortified by your embarrassment, but you were certain that his fans would be furious with you for getting too close to him. And for sure you would be dead meat by the end of the day.

You were so grateful that wasn't the case.

As you and your friend were still running toward your class, a shameless thought popped into your mind, causing your once-red face to turn even redder.

Even though it was but a moment, you shamelessly recalled how his body felt against you.

His body was hard and built.

If you bet with anyone that he absolutely has abs even though he's only a high schooler, you will surely win.

With your mind clouded by immoral thoughts, you didn't notice the classroom door was closed, resulting in you running into it.

A loud sound echoed down the hallway, causing your friend to yelp in concern at your unhinged state.

You muttered a whole storm of curses under your breath.

You're certain the gods intended for you to die in shame today, leaving no corpse behind.

Meanwhile...

As Jinwoo watched you run off, he chuckled, his ears turning red from your cute reaction. After all this time, he had finally reunited with you.

He is eagerly looking forward to the days when you two can finally be together again.

A/N: Ahh, the taste of high school crushes! It’s so fresh but SO cringe at the same time, I couldn’t help but look back at my past crushes. SO CRINGE AND YET SO BITTER AND SO GOOD! Lol!🤣

Anyway, Sorry for the late post. Life has been too busy though I hope you enjoyed this fanfic!

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[aikrus]

"You're haunting me."

i don't think aizawa would let you go easily, and i'm probably not gonna do anything with this

"I love you," he breathes like that explains it all.

You step away and it's so natural these days that you don't even shake.

"I don't know what to do without you."

He's grabbing your wrist, tight but tender and you can feel the sparks traveling from the tips of your fingers straight through your ill stomach.

Looking at him, you can tell just how genuine the words are. He's a mess, glossy eyes and red, patchy skin. His lips are cracked and he seems breathless, he seems desperate.

You've seen him like this before.

"We can't keep doing this," you shake your head and plead he'll understand; but you know better. It's been nonstop in this give and take of yours, as foolproof as the water cycle.

"We can do this," he insists, but there's no point. His grey eyes spark with life and promise and hope, and despite the grimy streets he stood on Shouta was- without a doubt- beautiful in a radiant holy manner.

Last time, you think receiving that look along side the gentle stroke of his thumb across the inside of your wrist was enough.

"I can't."

You don't look at him- refuse to in fact and the tightening of his grip solidifies your resolve.

His breath hitches, it's a rare thing and hurts all the more. "But you love me. And you know I love you too."

He says it like it makes sense, like in this situation that's all that should matter. Still, too many nights were spent awake and in fear.

You knew too much, after the first time you kept seeing through more and more of this glamour he draped over you like a blessing.

He'll keep pushing. He'll never stop if you don't end it here and it's itching at your heart.

"It's not enough."

You wait a second and settle your stomach easily despite the acid rushing up your throat while hiding behind your closed eyes. "You're not enough."

He lets you go. It could be over, but seeing his foot step closer you figured it may take a little more- he's the type to need to draw conclusions by himself.

You rip your now free arm away from him and stumble back. He looks shocked and hurt, and people are starting to not so subtly group together and watch.

"You're a ghost, Shouta; my own personal monster to terrorize my every breathing moment. I wake up in the morning gasping for air and sleep each night so sure I won't open my eyes again."

You feel tears start to rush and let them flow without resistance. If he sees the way people look at him now he might let go a little easier.

"My phone rings and I'm shaking in fear, and I watch my words even though I know it wouldn't matter." He looks at you with a new layer of shock and maybe horror, though after a second it seems like nothing more like disappointment and regret.

You'd thrown the wire's he'd dispersed around the room that morning. He must've thought they'd be harder to see than the cameras, but your lover was known to underestimate you.

"I can't keep living like this." You look in his eyes clearly now, letting the grim expression filled with heartbreak etch itself uselessly in your memory.

He may not believe you yet, but you square your shoulders and speak directly: "I won't live like this."

It sounds like a threat and a small thrill travels up your spine when it becomes obvious he took it as one. Shouta looks positively devastated at the thought of you being harmed in any way, you supposed being upset was harm in a way.

You've had this feeling, and you swear on your soul that it's true, that if you didn't get out now you might never be able to.

"You're haunting me," you insist with one last tear, "and I think it's time to pass on."

You walk straight ahead- straight towards him- and brush past without looking his way. He lets you go, and that's more than you expected from him.

You took step after step with baited breath held in suspension each block. The farther you got the more you were sure; it was your time to be a ghost. You'd disappear, and you'd never have to think of the monster you found in Hosu ever again.

[yourloveaton]

Continuing

Secondly, Gaster and his relationship with Trickster. We know that Gaster knows Sans is Trickster from the very beginning. But I'm curious about something. You said that at some point Trickster became some kind of symbol of hope in the underground? How did that happen, like I personally don't believe that this happened ONLY because of his jokes and riddles that gave him this title. You often draw Trickster fighting, does this mean that Sans somehow manages to find himself superhero-type problems in this closed underground? Or is he just helping the monsters in some way? Does Gaster worry about Sans's Trickster activity at least a little? If not because of the fights and maybe sometimes risky tricks, then because of the title of "Hope" for the people of the underground. Or is he happy, because the monsters lack something like that in their lives, and if it so happened that this symbol turned out to be Trickster, then oh well 🤷‍♂️. Maybe Dadster is even a little proud of Sans for this? Would he say it out loud to him if that's the case?

I’ve been working on Trickster’s lore with that same question imprinted into my head HAHAHA Like how did this guy somehow managed to become the symbol of hope in the underground when all he does is tricks and cause trouble and more..

So far, I’d like to think that Trickster started out as mischievous cryptic being that messed around once in a while (playing pranks, pissing the folk out, playing with them, putting on a show etc.) which made him known among the underground community (Many monsters had different opinions about him, rumors and discussions had spread all around)

As time went on, Trickster’s antics grew on them as well as how Trickster helped the people out in need, whether small or not and many other traits that he’s displayed. I think there would a turning point for Trickster’s career where he suddenly became the symbol of hope, someone to count on at darkest times for the underground. Because he’ll be there for you no matter what and maybe, just maybe he’d be able to get everyone out of here. His actions and what he’s done would have inspired many monsters and with everyone’s desire to cling to somewhere to hold on (how monsters want to come up to the surface and be free rather than be trapped underground) Trickster happened to be there, holding their hopes and dreams for them.

That’s what I think Trickster’s character would be like, how he became the symbol of hope for the underground even if he was a very annoying prank-pulling entertaining jester.

I actually tried portraying the whole thing with this drawing too !!! I had been thinking about Trickster’s character and tried to convey that feeling through this art piece hahahaha

He’ll guide you, the glimmer of hope!

Waiting for the sunlight to bestow onto the underground

Hopefully one day…

Something charming, something inspirational, something beautiful to admire and feel hope !!! I think that’s what I aimed for this drawing hahahha ahhahahahaha

For dadster, I’m thinking he didn’t care much on what sans did as long as it didn’t hinder their work. Though he MIGHT BE one of the first monsters that MIGHT HAVE held hope for Trickster or his SON in general :) His best student and bright son like a shining star, his bundle of light and hope…………… though he never says anything ab it to Sans so LOL And Dadster might even be a little proud of Sans and there could be times when he’s worried about him too hehehhe hehehe But no words are ever uttered…

I hope I was be able to answer the question properly and understandable!! I hope it makes sense 🥲🥲🥲💖💖💖

[leapingbadger]

Beautiful banner by @blackseafoam

This gift is for @dreamsight73 for the @galactic-gift-gathering

I'm not sure this is exactly what you're expecting but I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for the great prompt!

Interrogation

Hunter let out a yawn as he boarded the steps of the Marauder. The soft breathing of Omega in the gunners mount would have been drowned out by the roaring snoring of Wrecker for anyone but him. He yawned again before making his way to the cockpit and his brother, Tech.

“Ah. You have returned. Were you able to secure the needed data?”

Hunter collapsed into the copilot’s seat and ran his hand through his hair. “As much as could without drawing suspicion,” Hunter said, smiling at his brother who was adamant about avoiding eye contact.

Tech pushed a button on the console in front of him and the cockpit doors slid closed with a hiss.

“Well? Are you pausing for dramatic effect or do you require additional prompting?” Tech said, finally turning his eyes to his brother, pressing his goggles up his nose as he did so.

Hunter sighed, trying to recall the extensive conversation he’d had on behalf of his younger brother.

“Shep said he met Phee about fifteen years ago in a war-torn area. She was looking for an artifact and he had some knowledge of the local area. They hit it off and he joined her on a few expeditions.”

“This is presumably before Lyana was…ah…”

“Yes,” Hunter interrupted as his brother stumbled over his words. It was a rarity which proved to Hunter just how uncomfortable he was with this kind of subject. Tech turned back to his datapad but nodded for Hunter to continue.

“But then he met his wife, they fled to Pabu with Phee’s help and Lyana was born here.”

“So, there wasn’t any…ahh,”

“As far as I could tell he and Phee were never together. Does that satisfy you?”

“it’s no concern of mine whether…”

“Then why did I have to concoct an excruciatingly convoluted conversation to get the information you asked for?” Hunter asked. “It wasn’t until Phee joined us that I started getting somewhere.”

“Phee joined you?” Tech said, suddenly sitting up straighter. “You didn’t let her know you were inquiring for me? What exactly did she say? Tell me verbatim, I don’t trust your hyperbole in these kinds of situations.”

“Of course I didn’t say it was for you.” Hunter said with an eye roll, “you know Phee, she doesn’t need much encouragement to talk,”

“Hmm. I suppose you are correct.” Tech said to himself.

“Still, I would prefer to hear how the conversation went. I know there can be physical cues in these situations that may be missed. Did she…” Tech checked his data pad, “touch her hair or make physical contact with Shep during the conversation?”

“Tech, you can’t be serious?”

Hunter looked at his brother with amusement. It wasn’t rare to see Tech out of his comfort zone, He struggled with basic interactions that came easily to Hunter and Wrecker, but to see him delve into these unspoken feelings for Phee was unusual. He’d never asked for intel on anyone who wasn’t a target before. Let alone interrogate him about the subject matter. Hunter tried to turn a laugh into a cough. The last thing he wanted was for Tech to think he was making fun of him. He knew his brother was struggling and wanted to help.

“I do not know what you are smiling about, brother, but I am sure I do not appreciate it.”

“Have you ever thought about maybe telling Phee how you feel?” Hunter asked gently.

“No.” Tech said simply, raising his eyes questioningly at his brother.

Hunter put his head in his hands, shaking his head.

“Tech, she obviously likes you. We’ve only been here a couple of days and you’re the only one she’s asked to accompany her into the archium or go for walks on the beach. You know she likes you in a romantic way, right?”

Tech shifted uncomfortably in his seat. And lowered his eyes, “I am aware that she has assigned me a nickname out of affection and that this act hasn’t been extended to the rest of the squad. However, I do not think there is any definitive data to say she is interested in me in a romantic fashion.”

“She’s interested in you, Tech!,” Hunter said louder than he intended. He pursed his lips and brought his eyes up to meet his brother, “sorry,” he said, “but you need to figure out what you want to do about it because if we stay here, things will come to a head.”

Tech blinked rapidly; Hunter could almost hear the gears turning inside his head.

“I do not know what to do,” he said finally, an admission that Hunter didn’t think he’d ever heard come out of his mouth before. “I am aware that you have had dalliances over the years. You are the closest I have to a subject matter expert. How would you approach this situation?”

“Tech I really don’t think…”

“Hunter,” he interrupted. “I am asking for your help. Please. What should I do?”

Hunter looked at his brother with a great deal of sympathy. There wasn’t much Tech didn’t know or couldn’t figure out on his own but connection, interaction with others was the one thing his giant brain couldn’t comprehend.

“I’m no expert, Tech. But if you like Phee and want to spend more time with her I think you should tell her how you feel in your own way. We all see how you are around her. You smile more, you seem happy. Just let yourself be happy and if you’re unsure where you stand, just ask her. She’ll probably find it charming.”

Tech nodded thoughtfully. “So, what you’re saying is that additional research is needed, and I am the one that needs to do it?”

Hunter laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder, “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Tech nodded again, deep in thought and turned back to his datapad.

“I’m going to get some rest. Wake me when it’s my watch.” “Of course.” Tech said, not taking his eyes off his datapad.

The cockpit doors opened again, and Wrecker’s snores now sounded like bomb detonation.

“Hunter?” he heard tech call softly behind him.

“hmm?”

��“Thank you,” he said with a nod of appreciation.

Hunter nodded and smiled back. He yawned again and crawled into the spare rack. He thought of Phee animatedly talking to Shep about his brother on one of their missions together. They would be alright, he thought before drifting softly to sleep.

[beeloovedd]

The Ruins of the Ministry

Tw: Death, the collapse of the ministry and the ghost project, references to drowning, decapitation, fire, nothing in detail about those though

The golden sunlight shines against the ruins of what was once the Ministry and a Project

The Project consisted of 3 views

The view of the Frontman, The view of the ghouls and The View of the Project

The view of the frontman, or should I say frontmans or Papa's were used to spread the message of the project

The Papas were once youthful, powerful leaders in their own way

The Papas had Brought the ministry and all of its power to life

That was untill the power had failed

Now the Papas remain in separate ways

Nihil, the father, the Olde one, the beginning

He now lies in a coffin buried under what's left of the Ministry

Secondo, The Second Son remains also as a skeleton but this time in the halls of the Ministry, his now breaking staff against his chest and deteriorating papal hat next to him being pushed and blown by the wind

Primo, the first son remains as a skeleton in a garden, no one knows how he was moved to the garden but his skeleton stays there with the once bright and big green garden that has now become wilted and dying without care

Terzo, The third brother remains in the Rose garden, his Skeletal body almost fully taken over by the roses that grow though his ribs and bones and his skull resting near a tree almost over taken by the moss

And the youngest son, Copia, he was the take to save the ministry but he failed. His Skeletal body remain in the now almost dried out lake, a rose laying on his ribs and leaves from the trees that have been shading his body also in the lake as well

The roses on his body lose and grow petals despite not being attached to the earth anymore

There have been foot prints spotted around the bodies, high heel prints to be exact

Now onto the ghouls

The band members and the glue of the clergy, the ghouls from the under and other worlds who were once powerful followers now in their final forms

Sometimes when you walk through the woods or the gardens and see a tall tree that looks like it's posing with markings on them, that was once an earth ghoul

If you swim under the lake you'll see the body of a water ghoul, now dried and turned to new stone

In the once halls of the ministry you might also see a small pile of ashes and a shadow in the corner near it, that was once a fire ghoul

If you hear quiet humming or rhythms in the wind, those were earth ghouls

If you proceed to go to ruins of the ministry at night and look up at the stars, you will see outlines

But these are not normal consolations or stars, no, these are quintessence ghouls, not visible in the day light

And if your wondering about Multi ghouls, well they could be any of these, they don't know and nor do we

The ghouls final forms normally define with their elements but there were 2 ghouls who are exceptions

One ghoul, who had transitioned from water to quintessence for an unknown reason is now a statue near the lake that is only able to appear at night

And the other ghoul who had transitioned from water to fire, now an extremely fragile statue near the lake

Do not get near, as the statue is made completely up of ashes, it is extremely fragile and there is no calling on what will happen if it inevitably breaks

They're Masks lie near the body's of themselves or the ones they loved most

The final view, The project, the project of a band, of a lesson, of a church and of lesson to spread the news about the church

And now the project lays in the ground, no telling what would happen but it's definitely recommended to stay away from the ruins of the ministry

The project was the Ghost Project

🫶

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

Homer!Odysseus and Epic!Odysseus would try to kill each other if they ever met

[soosoosoup]

more treasure planet au (ft. Bruce & Viva!)

[manitapaleta]

the Li-Wilson family is the cutest, change my mind

(you cant)

[mel-loly]

-Happy Birthday, Nys!!🧡✨

@nysnextd00r

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[slashthrashandcrash]

Second one goes hard (for ripdesigns)

Okay we have a vote for 2 and 3 but then I started looking at some "masks with veils" ref pics and would it fuck even harder with his artistic theme if it was modeled after a Venetian style (minus the headdress)

[einsatzzz]

OC Crossovers (1/3): Tea Time with Myr and Lidija (@myrmyrtheorca 's OCs!) Kurumi may or may not be telling Lidija about shoujo manga while Myr is just chilling there and relaxing from the nice atmosphere.

[clegfly]

Small thing I’m cooking for idksomethingclever99’s fic MITPP!! For some reason I’m having trouble tagging them but here’s the fic!!

This seemed fun to do… probably won’t get more done than this page though…

[maudiemoods]

How many dreams have you had of moon hunting you down? I've had 3!

[kuromi-hoemie]

hhhh talking about my writing was fun but 30 tags is not enough.. yes i have 3 major influences but i have minor ones too.. it is a lovechild of my favorite things.. writing is so fun and i have no self control or a concept of pacing myself i will sit there for 16 hours and get hit with every status effect but by god does it all just flow out of me. I've always been a music person yes but i also used to write a lot into early adulthood until The Incident™

but i am ready 2 jump back into it. i think comics are a great middle ground between the two mediums so i don't get As into writing bc i kind of started going crazy last time 🫡 i can take a more structured approach to it that forces me to pace myself and think about it differently. i love art.... i love making things i love knowing how to do things i love knowing how to play things i love having so many creative outlets, even if i don't do a lot of them regularly lol. it is enriching 😳 and nice to know that it's always there to come back to when u want.

[mayisgoingnuts]

Quuuick questionn

What career do you think would Roy have in the future?

(Can be your take on roy or canon idc :p)

HMMM this is smth that always changes to me when it comes to me trying to pick something more interesting- so for now I have something like

Roy at first (specifically like 20 or 21+) went straight up to one of his parents' job because 1. Gotta keep it going 2. Money 3. Pressure, but once he got old enough and tired of just listen to them he'd quit and go for something he likes more (<- does NOT care if it's worse)

As for what it is, perhaps I. Am not sure. 🤙🤙

BUT an idea I got a few days ago that weirdly fits is that Roy decided to be an influencer, like a streamer!! He began it earlier but could barely keep up because of that one job and once it was working he just dropped and focused on it. Plus a freelancer rapper (did I spelt it right??) for obvious reason. Jhhh I'm SO bad with coming up with jobs JAJSJK

As a bonus I like the hc that Roy worked at the CandyClub at some point. It's funny💥 although to me it was only for like a few months, he didn't wanted to keep asking for money to his parents and it was the only store he got accepted on lmao

(MT!Roy btw)