#It's funny you say you like my palettes because I think I have a horrible grasp on colour

[blobbyboiblob]

Hello again yes I am active so suddenly and stuff but I jus gotta let everyone hear my minds thoughts and let them make speculations of their own 😭

Also, fair warning canon 😨! And opinions and inlook 😭!

So my friend kept talking about this and I realized smth..

1. Some ship kids in Undertale fandom need justice(I think y’all know who I am talkin about cuz I mentioned them before-

These are mainly my own opinions as well as speculations from canon!!

Alr so: Lurik is cute to people but you have realized that Lotus only has some drawings and words said by Nekophy for their entire person.. so does Goth shshshsh-

And Rurik actually has more stuff on them as well as development and a personality. Lotus and Rurik were cute while it lasted.. kinda- but it ultimately was toxic and a really bad relationship for Rurik and Lotus’s mental health.

If I would have assumed Lotus to date anyone I’d say Ray(friends made the speculations and idea of the two and it’s so adorable!)

Rurik and Dante were infact adorable as they lasted, even if in some points it could be written as toxic or a very obsessive relationship Dante had character and actual funny things to him! And I am saying canonically I have heard some people say Dante and Due had no development yet they have so much more than Lotus and Goth.. Goths entire personality was, and from everything I read and know, to love Palette and keep it one sided while having a cringe romance that Palette never actually reciprocated.

For Lotus and Rurik it was for Lotus to just be a fell version of Goth that was the same but ultimately Lotus was exactly like Goth just harsh and in the end made Rurik feel untrusted and disliked, which was mutual, and caused him to go to Dante.

Remember: Fell versions aren’t perfect and never come from good lives. It takes time and canonically Lotus never genuinely grew while Rurik soared and grew up- even PHYSICALLY

Which I’ma poke at- canonically every art of Goth and Lotus show them small and that’s their forever height to physically look like kids.. imagine them all grown up and you see Rurik or Palette with the physically small Lotus and Goth 😭.

Not hating, headcanons and fanon exist but until I see Nekophy finally put a blessed hand onto Goth and Lotus their characters will never grow older than who they were no matter how much you wanna wish.

And no matter how much some of you wish Dante and Due are so much better than Goth and Lotus. I know some people ship Palette, Goth and Due which that’s super cool and inclusive! Who knows maybe Due can charm Goth into actually being open and no longer secretive and keeping Palette’s innocence? It could work!

Doubt for Lotus, Rurik and Dante though- I’d need to see a long history of growth with them as they are fell variants..

But yeah. I know that some people showed hate to Keko, the creator of Due and Dante and it’s just horrible and wrong! Even people showed a hate towards Ange with Palette and Rurik. They are allowed to develop and grow their characters and the creators have made mistakes it’s life you can grow from them and the creators DID grow and they are still growing. Their human. And yet I never saw people ever go to Nekophy and yes. Nekophy has made a lot of mistakes yet basically never grew or tried apologizing for them just changed their everything.. I am not hating. Honesty hurts and if you hurt and attack people who genuinely wanna change or because they created characters you like and never adapted to what you wanted than who really is the bad guy?

Do think hard because I love every creator and ship kid- well, kinda all creators- and I wanna see more growth and development for our beloved ship kids! Their creators hold the pencil, pen or stylus to make the characters good and I am happy to watch and learn about them! Their flaws, backstories and all!

It’s sad that Goth and Lotus don’t genuinely have a stable one or any reference sheet made. But it’s fine! I am just glad I don’t call headcanons or my ideas canon for them because sometimes you gotta accept what your given ☺️!

[bnnuy-wabbit]

HAAIIIIII you can call me Lago, im 21 (i dont know how EITHER), im just some guy*. this is my main blog and where i throw funny things that makes my brain produce juices and also random ass personal poasts.

one of those he/shes they never warned you about (pathogenic variant they have yet to make any vaccines to protect you from)

my art tag is #feral art tag.

there will be adult things in this blog because im an adult. follow at your own risk etc. were horny in here towards men occasionaly.

I'm brazilian. From Brazil. As in born here, living here and stuck here for the foreseeable future. é nois 🤙

Everybody says I'm really nice! I am Unable to hit people up first though, but if you'd like to be friends, send me an ask and I'll give you my discord!!!!

i have many interests (mostly music and nerd shit) and funny things that I'll be putting under the read more lest this post get Unbearably Big. There are flashing blinkies down there by the way.

OK SO INTERESTS. I like MANY things! and i have favorite things! I think it's really cool of me to have favorites. i decided I'm going to wear them on my sleeve. anyways Here's some things i Like.

MUSIC!!! its one of my favorite things ever. I play the guitar and a bit of bass. heres stuff in no particular order of favoriteness. Just stuff i care enough right now to remember.

Linkin Park (meteora, hybrid theory <3)

My Chemical Romance

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Mindless Self Indulgence

scalene

Rammstein

Ft-rj (listen to it or i am going to chase you with a broom)

francisco el hombre (i recommend the rasgacabeza album)

danny bond

2000-10s pop!!! fuck it, lady gaga, britney spears, kesha, katy perry, black eyed peas, that sorta jazz.

Every single Homestuck song there is. i have listened to all of them multiple times. My favorite albums are colours and mayhem and also the beforus fan album.

Dad rock (acdc, queen, talking heads, nirvana, judas priest, Some pink floyd etc)

Industrial and Adjacent. I've been listening to code:redcore a lot and some grammostola actaeon lately. processor also fucks.

OTHER THINGS I ENJOY

Eragon (the books)

Disco elysium.

ADVENTURE TIME. I AM OBSESSED.

How to train your dragon (the books. specifically.)

Animated movies!!! Specially the hand drawn ones.

My horrible little OCs (@honsebeasts just go there but also Beware.)

Worldbuilding. I do aliens and monster speculative biology. Most of my thoughts on it are on the Above mentioned blog though.

Real life physiology and anatomy also

MEN (and like 3 fictional women.)

HORSES!!!!!!!!!!!

stranger things

Pokemen (i do not know a single thing after gen 6 though.)

Dungeons and dragons, sometimes

Traditional art like watercolors and oil pastels

Drawing my blorbos in the same side facing pose or just standing there.

Drawing in General actually! Designing characters is my passion

Fictional fathers

sewing and felting and sculpting and painting and singing and playing

COLORS. i love colors. i love looking at them. i love playing with them. i would like to eat them if i could. i love warm palettes.

Hiveswap (pissing screaming CRYING)

MONSTERS!!!!!! They're really cool and gay and hot.

Portal (the games. all of them. glafos........ kissing her)

Half Life.

y2k and 80s-90s vibes. i think its awesome.

I am afflicted by the human condition and also a few other funnier conditions. my brain and my body dont work right.

If you want to know the brunt of the brain ones: autism adhd avpd. they all impact heavily how i interact with people with people. Sorry in advance if i can't keep conversation going.

I'm some sort of queer thing. If we need to get really specific, id say "bisexual aromantic bigender femme", mostly into men and butches, but Queer will do just fine. I'm a self entitled part time pretty fag and ugly dyke in my free hours. Intersex it turns out.

[sophieswundergarten]

@nobody33333333 Look! I actually completed my notes on the day the chapter was posted for once /s

Asjasdgkjaafdgkjakhjafkhjdfa!!!! ALREADY LOSING IT!!!! SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY YOU UPDATED TODAY.

The contrast of Curtain being like "Hmm. I have been betrayed yet again. Oh well." and trying to treat it like a mild inconvenience because he's, like, horribly desensitised, versus Sticky who's like "It's all over. We lost, the others have been captured, it's the end. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop and squish me like a bug" is actually kind of funny in a very sad way

 HEY CURTAIN. MAYBE PART OF YOUR ISSUE IS THAT YOU'RE REFERRING TO CHILDREN AS "BACKUPS"

"Not when he himself knew how it felt to be unwanted and alone" He's still wrong and I want to smack him, but also I feel kind of bad now

It's very funny and also sort of heartbreaking that he actually finds Reynie's joke "very funny", even though he had to puzzle it out first

THIS MIGHT BE THE FIRST TIME IN LITERAL YEARS HE'S ACTUALLY LAUGHED, AND IT'S FOR SUCH A HORRIBLE REASON.

Bods, your trick with unreliable narration is spectacular. I am always getting caught off-guard by how deluded Curtain can be

"And he would stop at nothing to make sure that Kate Wetherall was never alone or abandoned again" YES YES YES YES. OH MY WORD I AM ELATED I AM OVER THE MOON THIS IS AMAZING I AM SO SO SO VERY EXCITED I LOVE THIS

It's so, so painful and fascinating how you detail Curtain's projection onto/identifying with Sticky making him actually hurt and vulnerable. There's a depth of character and complex thought that isn't seen in the show

Not a huge detail, but I love that he refers to them as "his brother's children" in that way :)

BUT HE PUSHES HIMSELF AWAY BECAUSE HE CAN ONLY THINK IN THE BINARY OF WINNING/LOSING. IF HE ACTUALLY HAD A BRAIN THEY MIGHT HAVE GOT SOMEWHERE OH NO

And once again you've taken canon show plot points and made them so much more painful with your own details. He's not just grieving the loss of Nicholas, he still isn't over losing Pedalian. Or his wife, or even Kate's mom or Milligan or Garrison. He may not have permanently lost all of those people, but he's still frozen in the process of mourning what he once had because he won't let himself feel it

"No. Curtain couldn’t forgive them. / And he would never forgive himself." Well, that's a lot more gut wrenching than I was expecting it to be. His main hangup isn't that he's angry, it's that he's guilty

Oof. That cut off in the middle of Curtain’s rant is beautiful.

Circus choreography!! Yes!! I love how you keep sneaking in backstory references!

Akadskjhdkjhdsakj. I know, I know, you keep reminding me that this is all dictated by the show and it’s not really your fault, but it’s definitely your fault that I’m so dang attached to your version of these characters now and I am going to replace all your scissors with palette knives

Oh my word, of course the Grays somehow missed Milligan having a bunch of flares in his pocket

Oh boy. Jeffers. I still feel a little bad for him, and, honestly, if all the other Grays hadn’t also thought it was Curtain speaking, I really think he would have been fired over this

WAIT. It’s the rock throwing kid!!! Once again, your J&J dialogue is absolutely immaculate and I can very much see them saying this. But I have so many questions about this kid

(Especially because he’s chucking rocks at a seagull. Rude)

SQ!!!!!!

He has no idea what horrors await him

Erika!! I still quite like her. She has to put up with a lot

THE BIRD STUFFED ANIMAL

Oh no, and he really has never left the island before. This is awful. I am so sad for him. Especially because we don’t see him basically at all in S2 and so you have pretty much free reign to Put Him Through Things and I Am Scared, Bods

“He must have been pretty tired” Oh my goodness yes. The man must be exhausted. I hate knowing that he’s just going to fight with Nicholas when he wakes up :(

“It felt more like looking in a broken mirror” No. Oh heavens this is so painful I am regretting being excited about this chapter now I am SAD /j

And, once again, they are both somehow thinking a lot of the same things about each other, but horribly warped and self-deprecating

I do so deeply love the little overlapping argument they have, though, from an audience standpoint, and you did not disappoint with your spin on it!!!!

Adfjjdas I love that Curtain actually listened and took that acid into account. He was probably just like her when they were little

And somehow Curtain is still reacting to the pretend Nicholas he has built up in his head that’s being puppeted by his own self-doubt and shame!!! JUST TALK TO HIM FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU IDIOT

“his close associates or family members (SQ and Garrison)” EEE!!!!! I know there are so many other horrible, awful things going on but I love that he still includes her mentally as important (Even if he’s being a bit stupid about it)

“Maybe he was finally getting through to his brother” NO!!! THE DRAMATIC IRONY AND INEVITABLE BETRAYAL

(I do have to wonder, though, how much of that speech was genuine, and Curtain was just lying to himself that he didn’t feel it at all…)

“Maybe Nicholas hadn’t lost his brother to The Sender” Another insanely poetic and cutting line. I love your style of writing so incredibly much, Bods

Okay. Okay. But “So familiar that Curtain himself almost instinctively stepped forward to catch Nicholas in his arms. But he held himself back and scoffed as Nicholas hit the floor with a loud thud” and how Milligan tried to catch Curtain in Chapter 7, and that little narrative hint about how it might have changed the outcome, and then this :(

Also, following it up with “It was only fair considering Nicholas had sent those children to make him pass out” Oh my word he’s so petty. Sibling Behaviour

ELEVATOR TIMER???? Either I didn’t notice that (Entirely possible) or you invented it, and either way, that is AMAZING

Secret Back Entrance!!!!

Marie Curie’s notebook, Bods!! The idea that Garrison is just subtly packing up and hiding during All That is insane.

(I wonder if Nicholas reminded her at all of how Curtain used to be a bit)

I adore how Number Two immediately goes after Curtain in whatever way possible. That is exactly what I would expect from her and it made me so happy.

Also!!! The kids running off to check on Mr. Benedict as a unit with Rhonda and Number Two’s reaction is so lovely. I cannot get over how you write them

WHOOO!!!!! I always get such a rush when you publish a new chapter, Bods. (And I was secretly hoping that you might have something ready today, because it’s my birthday and this was so, so fun to read) I’ll never know how you do it, but the fact that I can read something that is written from a tv show I have seen several times, which was in turn based off a book I have read even more times, and you still give me the ability to look at it with fresh eyes is a wonderful gift.

You are so skilled!!! I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next, especially with the hints you keep dropping about certain things. And we’re almost at the end of S1!!!! I can’t believe it. You have been setting this up with such an amazing build up that I looked back and couldn’t believe how much you’ve written!! This new chapter gets you to 164,237 words. That’s longer than The Two Towers. You’ve basically written an entire novel already, and you’re not even finished yet!! One of these days I’m going to have to take up bookbinding just so I can create a physical copy for myself to actually hold.

Thank you, thank you, thank you once again for sharing this amazing piece of writing :D

And I hope you have a lovely day

[nicolerrichie]

Nicole Richie on the 20th Anniversary of ‘The Simple Life,’ Starring in ‘Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead’ Remake and Writing a Horror-Comedy [Variety Interview]

Nicole Richie has been a “diehard fan” of the 1991 cult comedy “Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead” for as long as she can remember.

“I’ve been quoting this movie my whole life,” she says.

And now, life has come full circle because the former “Simple Life” reality television icon stars in director Wade Allain-Marcus’ “Don’t Tell Mom” remake as fashion company boss Rose.

The new film stars Simone Joy Jones as Tanya, a 17-year-old whose summer plans are upended when her mom (“Ms. Pat” star Patricia Williams) checks herself into a health retreat. Things completely unravel when the babysitter, played by Oscar nominee June Squibb, hired to take care of Tanya and her siblings suddenly dies.

“When I heard it was going to be a remake, I was like, ‘What does this mean?’” she says. “So I jumped on a Zoom with Wade and he was like, ‘This is a reimagining of the movie.’ He had everything from color palettes, mood boards and a lot of music to give me an idea of what he wanted to do with it. Right after our first Zoom, I was like, ‘I’m ready to play Rose.’”

How nervous were you for a remake? Some remakes work and some are pretty awful. This is true, but I had the most fun doing it. I think it’s so funny. It’s very feel good, which is something that I don’t think you necessarily get all the time now. When I say feel good, I’m talking early ‘90s. It’s a family adventure comedy.

But one that pushes envelope. There’s a lot of weed in it. A lot more cursing than I expected. Well, it is rated R. I don’t think anyone was expecting an R rating. It’s been a running joke in our group chat.

You don’t act often. I read a lot of things, but I just want to make sure that it’s something that I can do a good job in and confidently pour my energy into and feel like I can do it. I think that this movie was a perfect example of that. I never imagined that I would ever play Rose. But now that I think about it, I’m like, “Oh, I’ve always felt spiritually connected to her.” So this was just waiting for me from day one, from 1991.

Do you remember your worst audition? I don’t know that I’ve necessarily had something where I’m like, that was so horrible. But auditions are so funny. When I auditioned for “Great News,” I auditioned at the end of the day. I walked in, I signed my name, and I was number like 32 for this role. I was like, I’m not gonna get this. I left and got on a flight to go on tour with my husband [Joel Madden]. But when I landed, I found out I got a call back. They told me I need to needed to fly back home and audition again.

Do you have a dream role you’d like to play? I am in the middle of writing a comedy horror movie right now that I am going to star in. This is a little more Kathleen Turner à la “Serial Mom.”

How often are being pitched a “Simple Life” reunion or reboot? It has happened a lot, but Paris [Hilton] and I have always felt that we don’t want to do something just to do it. But it is the 20-year anniversary this year, so we have been talking about different ways to celebrate this very cool show that we did. So we’ll see.

Paris’ memoir is being adapted as a TV series. Should I audition?

That was my next question: who should play you? Jack Black? [Laughs]

You made big headline news the other night at the “Don’t Tell Mom” premiere because your kids (daughter Harlow Madden, 16, and son Sparrow Madden, 14) made their red carpet debut. Was that a conscious decision, something you all talked about beforehand? Honestly, they were just going to come with me. It was not really something that we had necessarily talked about. We were there as a family. They’re old enough now. They understand what that is.

How often do they look at old footage of you or watch the “Simple Life”? “The Simple Life” is apparently having a big moment on TikTok, so they do tell me that they watch clips on TikTok. Their friends watch it. I get a lot of eye rolls in my house all the time. It’s right on brand with how they see me, in general.

Do they want to go into the business? I’m not sure. I highly doubt that my son does. My daughter might but she’s not banging down my door asking about it. She’s really living that 16-year-old life.

[megamanrequests]

Oh don’t you dare apologise, Papa Mikhail is never a bother. Have a montage.

(These all have context but in the interest of brevity I’ll hold back.)

I’m sorry it’s such a mess, I probably let you down bad, but hopefully you like it at least a little. Thanks for dropping by. 

Also, whaaat? MY drawings? Incredible? Amazing?! That’s balderdash, that’s poppycock, that’s...

That’s actually really kind of you, thank you so much.

[justasillyoldfox]

♡Buggy With A Punk Lover Headcanons

♡You definitely give Buggy a lot of shit for being his lover and all

♡He loves you to death and won't admit that unless he is sure you both are completely alone

♡He lets you do his make-up sometimes as he believes your style would 'spice' things up

♡You tease Buggy about how "clown-ish" or how silly his since of style is and he always gives you the same reaction "HUH!?? WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY NOSE BEING SO RED AND BIG?!!"

♡He absolutely loves your hair and the clothes you pick out, he calls it dull but thinks it's super cool

♡You guys look like so funny together, constant yelling and arguing with each other about who's gonna say what

♡He loves it when you hold him when your alone

♡He sometimes styles your hair, which leads to high/low ponytails and pigtails since he finds them easy and really only wants to play with your hair

♡He feels safe around you, so he confides in you about how insecure he's feeling and all but it will turn into a yelling match sooner than later

♡You guys have a lot of inside jokes such, black paint eater, high heels, and that stain

♡You guys prank each other A LOT, like it's a daily thing

♡Buggy has a stuffed leopard that's the color of your hair but he won't admit it and says he just liked it

♡You guys get each other gifts, whatever makes you think of each other like a leather jacket with spikes on it, or a colorful makeup palette

♡You both are so chaotic and calm the next second-its crazy

♡He brags about how cool you look to people

♡You both drink alcohol in such a fancy way it's funny and if you don't drink it's usually some kinda fancy juice you got from him

♡In battle he hides behind you and you end up yelling at him to get his ass in gear since he was the "man" of the relationship or you would call him a coward and he would go to beat up people in an instant

♡When he falls asleep on you he doesn't mind you playing with his hair

♡You paint each other's nails, yours usually ends up colorful while his would be black, purple or red

♡He doesn't appreciate you giving him so much sass when he does it to you and you end up calling him a hypocrite

♡He has learned how far the argument goes because once he went to far and you ended up pulling his nose and not talking to him for almost a week, he was horrible but wouldn't admit that

♡You guys cuddle a lot and whoever says your cuddling you both yell at them your not or end up shoving each other away

♡He gets flustered easily so you fluster him silly until he's curled in a ball and completely red faced

♡His neck and feet are ticklish which is oddly funny considering how he said he isn't ticklish because he's a clown, boy was he wrong

♡I could keep this going but ima stop, I love him

[siflshonen]

Bnha

Character I first fell in love with: Oh. Katsuki Bakugo. This isn’t a secret.

A character I used to love/like, but now do not: Not applicable.

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Not applicable. I like and dislike a lot of ships but I am hard to sway once I make up my mind.

My ultimate favorite character: Katsuki Bakugo!!!!! Honorable mention Neito Monoma and Himiko Toga.

Prettiest character: There’s so many. Ochako in the recent chapters may actually win this, but Katsuki is also undeniably beautiful even in death…

No, forget what I said. It’s gotta be Katsuki. It’s the red eyes.

My most hated character: …hmm. There’s characters I don’t necessarily like or think are, you know, villainous, but I enjoy them for their role in the story 99% of the time. Perhaps Mineta because he’s legitimately not that funny and that’s the greatest crime in a gag anime character. Slide n’ Go?

My OTP: Best Jeanistxdenim. Fatgumxtakoyaki.

BakuDeku. Honorable mentions TogaChako and EndHawks (or more precisely Hawks, or really any witness x The Todoroki Family Drama)

My NOTP: IzuOcha. Fuck me but I hate this pairing. Ochako deserves more and better.

Favorite episode: How about my favorite manga chapter? It’s the Todoroki family dinner.

Saddest death: After much consideration, I have to say Midnight. RIP Nemuri Kayama.

Favorite season: Um. Season 2? I have trouble with judging the anime in chunks like this.

Least favorite season: Season 5. Really a shame since I love the internship and I love My Villain Academia. But I just didn’t think it was paced well and I find the lack of novelty used in the color palette for mood lighting really disappointing.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: Um. There’s not many I feel this way about, but several I am lukewarm about?

My “you’re a piece of trash, but still my favorite”: Endeavor, Dabi, Hawks, All for One!

My “beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this” favorite: almost everyone else in the cast. Toshinori. Katsuki. Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. BIG Shouto and Fuyumi Todoroki energy.

My “this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but I still love it” ship: EndHawks. Aizawa/Kurogiri. Beyond that (and including those), it’s more the high fucked up drama potential rather than any real potential romance, and how the power dynamic between the two parties would be completely and utterly twisted, especially in the public eye. Toga/Midnight; any student/Midnight (the real tragedy in both of these cases is that I believe Midnight would be the one with less power for this to happen and the most vulnerable from outside judgements looking at the situation); Toga/Vlad King. They’re not ships so much as they are horrible drama prompts that make you want to curl up and die. Arguably, I write BakuDeku this way.

My “they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested” ship: The best I’ve got is TodoMomo. Maybe KiriMina?

Thanks for the ask!

[jadeofblades]

saigokumota for the character bingo :3

Sorryyy this took a while, but anyways prepare for Brain Rot

First things first, Shuichi. Oh my God this man,, he is my everything. I want him and I want to be him at the same time. It gets lowkey so annoying when ppl (mainly ppl who hate him) reduce him to just this emo waawaa boy who should've went instead of Kaede. Sure its sad to not have gotten a female protag but I think to throw away his growth (that wasn't Just from that) because of it,, sucks.

I put a /j for the ship thing because I think most shuichi ships are quite good.... minus Saiouma. God. Sorry to my followers/moots that like them but to put lightly I cannot stand that pairing it makes my ass itch.

Ignore my ugly stars </3 anyways, Kaito!! He is such a bright guy oh my goshhh, and you know me when I see a character with a color palette thats made up of my fave colors (in this case, purple) I go go nuts. He's a goofy funky man and the autism rays are Beaming from him, its unreal.

I need. People. To stop. Calling him dumb!!! I'm sick of it!! He may be loud, he may be impulsive, and he may not think things through a lot. But that does NOT make one stupid. He's still an astronaut (a damn good one at that, even if at times it doesn't always shine through when it should) and he is not a completely oblivious dude, sheesh. Also like,,,, could we stop with the whole homophobic comment thing? Yes we shouldn't just gloss over it but idk, to immediately jump to a character being So Horrible due to saying one thing like that is kinda shit.

Last, but certainly not least, GONTAAA. Fuck man he is so wonderful and nice and gorgeous looking I want to cry and die for him. It sucks so so bad he didn't get more moments to shine because I truly think he could've grown so well if he got to live even just a lil longer. Also like his story is so?? Tragic?? He may not show much sadness for being shunned by his rich family due to being raised and cared for by his forest family but Boy,

...... Sighhhhhh, can we stop babying this man so much, fandom? Gonta is a grown ass man who studies living creatures as his talent. HE KNOWS WHAT SEX IS!!! HE KNOWS HOW TO READ, AND WRITE, AND DRAW GOOD ASS DIAGRAMS OF BUGS!!! I am so tired of the fact that just because he talks a certain way or thinks a certain way (and is quite ND coded, cough) Gonta gets put down like he's a child when he Isn't. Biting and killing!

So yeah, it's funny how these three are kinda similar with how my opinions are laid out, but it's kinda cool how different they are despite so if that makes sense.

[carelesscreativity]

Crink Good Ending ft. Bad Sans Poly

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(SFW, Fluff)

Each strike was precise. Cross' brow was furrowed in concentration as he deflected arrow after arrow. Despite his best efforts, they were still pushing him back towards the snowy trees. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up facing Dream, but he didn't really have the option to complain. Blue wasn't too much of a fight for him and it was better than the third party. Cross' back hit the trunk of the tree and Dream cornered him.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in, spread a little chaos and then leave, but the Star Sanses must've had this AU on lock because they'd arrived much faster than the Bad Sanses had anticipated. They were still in Snowdin, having not even reached Waterfall yet. They could only fight them as they waited for the backup (Error and Nightmare) to arrive. A blaster activated, startling both Dream and Cross. The overpowered, somewhat purple beam of light that decimated the ground between them was clearly Dust's, but it had carried something over. Someone over.

Cross felt his body freeze up as he saw Ink, the artist stumbling to his feet with a small laugh as the incinerated parts of his body began to bubble back. He glanced to the side and met Cross' wide eyes. His eyes shifted shapes to a yellow star and a pink heart. He turned to Dream with a smile, summoning his paintbrush. "Mind if we switch?" Dream scoffed and went to go apprehend Dust. That left Cross alone with Ink.

Cross watched Dream go in surprise before turning to Ink. He barely had time to react before Ink was on him, having dodged past his blade to hug him. The force of it sent him back into the tree and Cross, despite having been ready to fight to the death a few moments earlier, could only snort and laugh. "One of these days, I'm going to accidentally impale you." He said, sighing as he lowered his weapon and hugged the artist back with one arm. "You know you can't keep doing this whenever you see me in battle." He leaned back against the tree, snow fluttering down.

Ink hummed and nodded, smiling up at him. "And it's not my fault battle's the only time I get to see you anymore!" Cross stared down at Ink quietly. When Nightmare had taken Cross from the void of Xtale, he was certain he would never see Ink again. Both of them had drifted apart, only to be reunited when they met in their first battle. Both of them had avoided each other and both of their teams had noticed.

Only Nightmare had known right off the bat why Cross was so uncomfortable fighting Ink and it had taken a bit for the others to come around to the reason as well. They proved much more encouraging than Cross had first thought though. Dream and Blue had apparently been equally as encouraging to Ink. Of course, a few issues came with their rekindled relationship.

One of which was their tendency to disappear from battle the second they found each other. The others seemed to have grown used to it and even a little amused. The rest of the Bad Guys would be sure to drag Cross into a cuddle pile (or something a little hotter) the second he came back. Already, Ink was staring up at Cross with rapidly changing eyes. Cross murmured that he seemed excited about something and Ink perked up. He pulled back and grabbed Cross' hand, teleporting them elsewhere in the Underground. He paused and dissipated his blade. Waterfall.

They were standing in the field of echo flowers, glowing beautifully, but remaining silent due to the violence in Snowdin. The place was abandoned, but it didn't make it any less enchanting. Cross stared around quietly. He always enjoyed Waterfall in most of the AUs and this one was no exception. He stared around at the glowing water, the entire area illuminated in a soft blue. It was always so peaceful here.

He wasn't prepared for Ink to suddenly tackle him in another hug, knocking him to the ground. "You have to stop doing that!" Cross exclaimed, staring at Ink, who looked up from his chest. Ink's eyes were a star and a heart as he gave his big grin and Cross rolled his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Ink as well, holding the other against him as he laid on his back, staring up at the speckled ceiling. Ink had his head buried against Cross' chest and he knew what he was listening to. Ink was always so delighted to hear Cross' soul beat. It made his eyes shift into stars like the rest of his team and their namesake.

"You always liked hearing that, didn't you?" Cross said quietly. Ink startled and his cheeks lit up rainbow as he gave a flustered smile. He nodded immediately, saying that Cross' soul beat differently, but in a good way. He always said that and Cross had yet to figure out what it meant. Despite its appearance and origin, his soul beat like any other monster's. At least, he thought so. Ink laid back down on top of him, seeming very comfortable. His long scarf was spreading off on either side of them and Cross could barely make out all of Ink's scrawled writing.

He'd seen his scarf enough to recognize the chicken scratch that made up his name and he saw it quite a few times on Ink's scarf, occasionally accompanied by little souls that looked far too neat to be drawn. Cross felt a pang in his chest. He'd missed this. When he'd been taken from the void, he'd been grateful, but only until he realized it meant he was unlikely to see Ink again. He hadn't even been able to leave him a goodbye. When they'd met again in battle, both of them had frozen up and Cross knew he'd made quite an impact on Ink remembered him so vividly. It was a well-known fact that Ink had horrible memory.

When they'd met in secret for the first time, it had been in a grassy clearing, hidden away in a small AU. That was when Ink had cried. He'd reached out and touched Cross as if he was a ghost before tackling him a hug and breaking down, crying in absolute delight. Cross hadn't known what to do besides hold him. He had been astonished at seeing Ink again. Of course, he was already deep in a relationship with his fellow teammates, but they could all see how happy Ink made Cross. Error had been the least pleased, but even he couldn't say no when Cross smiled so brightly.

"Something on my face?" Ink's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and he felt his cheeks go a little purple as he realized he'd been staring at Ink. He regained his composure and reached up, gently tapping Ink's ever present splotch mark on his cheek.

"Always." He said, smiling quietly. Ink seemed confused and reached up, patting his own cheek before realizing and huffing.

"Yeah, okay, real funny." He laid back down on Cross' chest, his head in his arms. His eyelights drifted down and Cross sighed quietly. He continued to stare up at the speckled ceiling. While it was close, it would never replace the millions of stars he saw in Outertale. He had the stray thought that he and Ink should go there when they had time like this again. Maybe after a different battle. He was completely relaxed as he closed his eyes. He felt Ink inch up and couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, he felt teeth against his own. He opened his eyes and pulled Ink close by his waist, making the artist let out the dreaded squeaking noise he was so embarrassed by. Immediately, Ink's cheeks flushed in its rainbow palette before he pressed back against Cross, wrapping his arms up around his neck. Even when Cross pulled back, he kept pressing small kisses all over Ink's cheeks and jaw. The artist was always so overwhelmed by these sudden displays of affection and sure enough, Ink pulled away and rolled off of him. He sat up and hugged his knees to himself, pulling up his scarf to bury his glowing face in it.

"Too much?" Cross asked in amusement, sitting up behind him. He could see the scribbling on his scarf a little clearer. Little phrases of Ink debating whether what he was feeling was love. A couple statements about how he didn't want to fight Cross. Those ones were a little more faded, Cross assuming they were from before they had gotten together again. A single, extremely faded message of 'I miss him.' Cross could only try to guess how long ago that one was from.

He started moving up the scarf, the messages becoming less cheerful. He knew when he'd found the section from when Ink had come to visit an empty void. ' Where did he go?' was mixed with phrases of 'Did he leave me?' Cross' soul sank and he reached out, tracing his hand along the words. Ink glanced back at him in confusion before noticing which section of scarf he was paying attention to. His shoulders sank a little.

"Were you upset with me?" Cross asked, looking up at him. Ink blinked in surprise before replying that he didn't think so. "What were you then?"

"I was confused and worried, I think. That's what Dream said the feelings were. I didn't know what had happened to you." Ink hugged himself, giving a weak smile. "You have no idea the... uh... the RELIEF! The relief I felt when I saw you were alive." He seemed to struggle to recall the word for a moment. "I knew you wouldn't just leave me maliciously. So I waited. I was sure that, if you were alive, I would find you again." Ink beamed brightly, his eyes becoming yellow and pink again. "And I did." Cross stared at him before giving a weak smile.

Ink watched him before finally shuffling over and hugging him again. It seemed to be one of Ink's favorite activities. Cross hugged Ink back, admiring the way the other looked in the blue light of Waterfall. Ink seemed to be doing the same to him and he leaned forward again, sliding his arms up around Cross' neck once more. "I want another kiss... Is that okay?" He asked quietly, one of his eyes becoming a question mark. Cross chuckled.

He leaned down and pressed his teeth to Ink's, seeming to surprise and then delight the artist. Ink immediately pressed back against him. They stayed together longer this time before pulling away, both of them flushed in their respective colors. "Do they expect you back soon?" Ink asked, keeping himself tucked into Cross' chest. "I wanted to try napping. Dream said it would probably be healthy for someone like me." At that, Cross burst out in laughter.

"Yes. Yes, it would be good for you." He said, smiling. He laid himself back down onto his back again, pulling Ink to lay on top of him once more. "I haven't ever seen you sleep. You sure you know what to do?" His tone was teasing and Ink's face flushed rainbow again before he sarcastically replied that he could piece it together. Cross pulled him up and pressed another kiss to his teeth. This one was gentler than the others and lasted only a few seconds. It seemed to have the brightest effect, both of them left warm and glowing.

"Here." Cross guided Ink's head to rest against his shoulder and the artist nuzzled it quietly. "Then close your eyes and relax." Ink seemed to try to follow his instructions. Cross closed his own eyes, keeping his hands loosely resting on Ink's hips. All he could hear was their breathing and the steady sound of rushing water. Then, with Ink held close, Cross allowed himself to slip into a peaceful, silent darkness.

[ask-the-reaper-conspiracy]

idk if it's been asked already but if you could assign the conspirators any mythological creatures, what would you choose (@ OP)

iirc someone else asked them in-character what kind of supernatural features they might like, but that's about it 0 0

oof this was tough for most of them

Let's just get this out of the way and say that Stronghart is going to get a unicorn because of course he is. Also as a bonus, I was talking with a friend once about how funny it'd be if he was some kind of faerie and his horrible sense of time was because of that (like that whole "hour inside, hundreds of years outside" thing in some myths.)

Klint I think I'll be a little lazy and assign him a Church Grim, because I like the idea of a territorial guardian spirit that, in the shape of a black dog, can be mistaken by others as a malevolent symbol of death.

Wilson is the toughest because he has so little screentime and characterization in-game but uhhh... I guess I'd assign a Changeling to him just for symbolic purposes of him being switched out with Mikotoba as Herlock's partner. Though maybe it'd make more sense for Mikotoba to get a changeling... but he's not on this blog dfkgkdfs

Jigoku's also a hard one because I want to assign him a Japanese creature but I don't know a lot about Japanese myth or folklore. And there are from my understanding a loootttt of yokai of various kinds in Japanese culture. I guess a tengu? Or even a daitengu. Since it seems like those kinds of beings are typically associated with vanity and pride, and Jigoku's biggest failing was valuing his ambition over his friends. Also the birdlike stuff from some interpretations could relate to Stronghart or something idk

Brett I think I would like to assign her a Siren, just from the whole "beautiful woman with bird features who lures people to their death." It feels a little on the nose, though.

Gregson gets, like... a doppelganger. To symbolize how he has this dark side that the cast doesn't suspect until it's too late. As well as, thanks to Daley, having a "double" going around (even one who looks nothing like him dkfgksdk.)

Sithe gets a zombie, or a wight? a ghost? Mostly because I can imagine her being reinterpreted as a necromancer if Great Ace Attorney suddenly gets turned into a fantasy setting. Also her color palette is good for it. Due to the snake theming of her design, I wanted to pick a snake for her but I couldn't find any that fit her thematically...

[rei-does-stuff]

Hi so I’ve tried to write this ask like 20 times but tumblr keeps deleting it in the middle of me writing so this is getting copy pasted from my notes app <3

So like I’m not a lesbian, much less an mspec lesbian or a male lesbian so idk how upset I’m allowed to be over the exclu scythe lesbian flag but I am upset lol

I’ll start with the scythe aspect of it. It just doesn’t look nice lol. It’s literally the most basic jpg of a scythe slapped over a color palette from the cover of the first book. Boring! I much prefer the scythegender and scythe lesbian flag you coined, bc… yk…. They were actually made by a fan of the book series! And they look better. Plus shi didn’t even spell Neal right in the tags!

Now onto the spicy discourse!

I don’t consider myself a radinclu, mainly because of certain syscoursey stuff and because people like proshippers will always try to worm their little ways into safe spaces. However, I do consider myself a supporter of all good-faith identities, and like… imo, mspec lesbians and male lesbians (unless they’re like. Literally just cis men calling themselves lesbians for the funnies) aren’t doing any harm??? Like literally, it’s JUST labels. Mspec lesbians are just people who choose to label their sexuality a bit differently, sometimes for simplicity’s sake, sometimes as an identity. Male lesbians are mostly transmasc or non-binary people who just don’t want to label their attraction as straight for one reason or another, from what I’ve gathered! And that’s completely valid! You made a really good post about this on your main, but like. Non-binary really isn’t just women-lite, you have to support ALL non-binary lesbians or you support none of them. You can be male-presenting and identify as a lesbian, because literally NO ONE other than chronically online people give a shit! I’ve heard the argument so many times that “male lesbians and mspec lesbians are ERASING the oppression that REAL lesbians face!” And like. Like I said before, most male lesbians are either transmasc or non-binary. Not cis men calling themselves lesbians for no reason. How is a non-binary person or a transmasc person identifying as a lesbian reading your oppression? Unless they pass as male VERY well as male, they’re still probably going to face the same oppression that lesbians face for being a non-cis man being attracted to women or people who aren’t strictly male. There are so many reasons someone can identify as both lesbian and male, and I think that’s completely valid. I may not personally understand it (on a personal level) but it’s not  harming anyone, so it’s really none of my business! 

I also scrolled through the OP of the exclu’s Twitter and they’ve retweeted really transmasc-negative posts and while I won’t get into it bc I know you’re not a system they have some absolutely horrible system takes so like. They’re just overall a shitty person! Shop from our fandom! Scythe is for everyone!

(You dont have to answer this i just wanted to get it out lol)

Firstly, even if you’re not an Mspec lesbian or lesboy or any of that you are still 100% allowed to upset over exclus stuff, exclus hurt everyone!!

And yeah!! My guess is that they looked at the first cover of the first book and based it off that, without actually reading the book at all, and as scythe is a MASSIVE special interest of mine it did tick me off a lottttt, I get it was a request but still :/ thanks for the compliment on my flag tho <33

And you don’t have to label yourself a radinclus to support us dw, I don’t even rlly label myself as a radinclus

Also even if someone ‘passes’ really well they’ll still get a TON of hate regardless, plus passing is subjective in a lot of cases, and also if anyone says that cis men like cishet not queer in anyway MEN, can be lesbian they are probably a troll, because you cannot be a lesbian in anyway unless you are queer!

But yeah!! The whole argument is very online centric, irl queer people will not have this discourse at all,

I didn’t really look into the blog too much, I just block exclus whenever I see em, but I’m not surprised at all

Most exclus are shitty tho, and they shouldn’t be in the scythe fandom <3

[akutagawasbitch]

Aku, Atsushi, Chuuya, Higuchi, and whoever u want--how do they act when they're black out drunk??? Absolutely shit faced?

Of course my love, I had so much fun writing these. Let the crack commence <3

Chuuya

As we all know he can fly but when he's drunk he'll fly into shit all the fucking time. The side of a building, random walls, the window of his penthouse. You name it he's probably flown into it and face planted it while drunk

He also suffers from short man syndrome and will not hesitate to punch anyone. He has been kicked out of many bars for throwing the bartender when they cut him off

He likes to flirt but when drunk, he turns into a mess. Slurring his words, mixing up pickup lines and or just forgetting how to speak. It's all happened to him before but if dazai is around? He turns into the best womanizer in all of Yokohama for the sake of his pride

His favourite drunk food is ramen, he'll make shitty 99 cent ramen in his penthouse and devour it

His normally refined palette goes out the window

While he can be aggressive, if you're friendly to him, Chuuya will be your friend and be an absolute sweetheart back. He's made many a friend on drinking nights who he never remembers but they remember him

Amazon and drunk Chuuya are his wallet's greatest enemy

He will spend hours scrolling through and buy himself the stupidest shit ever

He once bought a massive playhouse because he wanted one

He'll also buy himself hats

Buys ridiculous shit and has it delivered to Dazai's apartment

One time he had hair removal cream disguised as shampoo order and dazai used it

Loves to dance while drunk

He will fucking get down with any song and is amazing at dancing

Loves going to karaoke bars, gets super into it. He will sing any song and is always surprisingly good at it. 

Passes out super quickly and easily so he never stays out too long 

Dazai 

Doesn’t like drinking too much as it reminds him of when him and Oda would go to Lupin together.

When he’s drunk, he swears he can hear Oda talking to him telling him what an idiot he’s being. 

He’s either an incredibly happy and elated drunk or a horribly suicidal depressed drunk. It depends on how much he has to drink. If he’s tipsy, he laughs a lot and feels a genuine sense of happiness, not the fake happiness he feels most of the time. If he is blackout drunk, he’s depressed and highly suicidal but in a more serious way. No more mushrooms or trying to drown himself, he goes for knives and pills but he always wakes up.

He will trip a lot and be incredibly clumsy when drunk. His bandages come undone which he doesn’t notice causing him to trip on them. This happens regularly 

When drunk he’s more prone to bumping his head on things since he isn’t paying attention. Ceilings, fans, lights, door frames. No matter what drunk dazai is a tall bastard with no spatial awareness

His flirting goes through the roof when drunk. He will flirt with anything that moves, he does not care. 

You know what else goes through the roof when he’s drunk? His d- appetite. This man can rival Kenjii or Atsushi in how much he can eat when drunk. He orders 6 different plates of crab and devours them like he’s never eaten in his life. 

His self restraint goes out the window and he’ll go break into Chuuya’s apartment just to mess with him and steal his hat or something along those lines. Drunk Dazai loves to fuck with people. 

He’s also more relaxed and will happily let Naomi or Yosano do his makeup if they asked nicely enough. He’d brag about how he’s the “prettiest princess of them all” before passing out

Aku 

You think Akutagawa has no filter? Wait until you meet drunk Akutagawa. This man doesn’t even know what a filter is. 

He deadass looks at Chuuya and stares at him before commenting “You’re short” with a deadpan look. 

He also has a surprisingly high tolerance and enjoys strong alcohol over wine. 

His lack of filter gets him into trouble more often than not and he gets into fights a lot. He actually uses his fists while drunk over using Rashomon mainly because he can barely speak a word without hiccuping 

He has trouble speaking, he either hiccups through every sentence or slurs his words to the point where they are unintelligible 

He is more chatty than normal but don’t expect a Dazai or Chuuya level of chatter. 

He likes to drink spiked teas 

He does enjoy drinking with others and enjoys accompanying Chuuya on nights out

He will devour a massive bowl of curry while drunk. He rarely eats when sober but when drunk? He’ll eat anything put in front of him

He is still pretty quick on his feet and agile but he is prone to falling over

He literally once woke up Gin because he fell over their couch when walking into their apartment and he just lay on the floor cursing out the sofa

He’ll roast the fuck out of Dazai and Atsushi while drunking and make various death threats

Aku ends up being rather protective of others while drunk and has scared of a number of creepy men making advances on uninterested women, he’s like a guard dog in that regard 

He will pass out fairly quickly once he gets home, refuses to pass out anywhere other than his bed 

Higuchi

As we found out in the PM Onsen CD, Higuchi cries when she’s drunk. She’ll cry over a cute puppy or cry over a mission going wrong or she’ll just cry because she got praise from Akutagawa. 

She also will talk for hours on one specific topic. Either its Akutagawa or something completely random. She’ll rarely talk about her sister but when she’s drunk she’ll open up more about her and tell everyone how much she loves her sister. 

She is also a lightweight and will pass out fairly quickly 

She likes sweet things when drunk and will eat something sweet that’s near her. 

She also has to hold Akutagawa back from fighting people or prevent him from getting punched because his no filter talk insulted the wrong person 

She isn’t an aggressive drunk but an emotional one. 

Gin

Gin isn’t a big talker, but she’ll talk more if she is drunk drunk and comfortable enough with the people she is drinking with 

She will laugh a lot while drunk and smile but it's hard to tell with her mask on 

Gin as we all  know is insanely fast and agile but when she’s drunk? All her agility goes out the window and she will face plant the floor if she tries any of her tricks.

I think she has a sweet tooth, so I can see her enjoying mochi ice cream while drunk

She also would love to watch people do karaoke, she won't participate since she’s too shy but seeing Chuuya and everyone else do it makes her laugh so hard her sides hurt

She lets out her more soft side and tries to pet all animals she sees

She once stole a duck and brought it home, Akutagawa wasn’t happy 

Atsushi

He will be a mess

100% a giggly drunk, he’ll find everything funny, even Kunkida’s dad jokes.  

He’ll accidently activate his ability and be walking around with a tail and not even notice it. 

Speaking of his tail, when drunk he likes to chase it as he gives into his more cat like tendencies, Dazai has a video of Atsushi chasing his tail for a good 20 minutes  

This boy will devour an entire restaurants worth of chazuke, if he could while drunk 

He likes to climb trees and he’s good at it, Kunida once found him at the top of a tree curled up asleep 

He’s also more blunt and will roast the fuck out of Akutagawa 

He also roasts Dazai a little bit but not as much as Akutagawa

He likes to transform into is tiger form and nap when drunk

He’d probably curse and then say fuck because he cursed and then just spiral into a stream of fucks 

He will try catch cats to cuddle, he once followed a cat two blocks just to pet him

I imagine him enjoying amusement parks so he’d go to once while drunk and have the time of his life until he got nauseous on the rides 

I also imagine he like play video games so when drunk he’ll do that and have the time of his life

Suddenly sweet baby atsushi is cursing and swearing like a sailor

He’ll pass out pretty quick and once he’s passed out, he’s out like a light for the rest of the evening.

Junchiro 

He likes his alcohol delivered in baked goods

He will try drunk bake/cook

He will pass out quickly and just cuddle his own sweater

He tries to flirt with women but naomi does not like it

My man will be shirtless trying to make a souffle at 2am

This was so fun to write, I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy this crack <3 

[cynergy-laughter]

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon #14 (Unprovoked)

Content Warning: Fake Bl**d, Graphic images, scary pranks.

So since it’s getting closer and closer to Halloween, I thought it would be fun to see the brother’s reactions if MC was a makeup artist, but not just any make up artist, an expert Halloween makeup artist, creating scary faces, zombie looks, fake blisters and gory effects. And a bit of a prankster~! So here is our Mischevious!MC Makeup effects artist~!

Lucifer: He knows you were into make up, you came to class with a full face done before. But when it got closer to Halloween, he found out what your specialty make up was... you walked into Lucifer’s room, holding your right eye, and said there was something wrong with your eye. Lucifer, being the good Devildom host he is, offered to look at it, and see if you should go to a doctor. Good thing no one else was around, cause when you removed your hand, you revealed you had a plucked out and hanging eyeball! Lucifer would never ever admit he was scared, but his “Oh my God!!” was so loud, he almost fell onto his bed. You couldn’t even hold it in and started wheeze laughing immediately. Lucifer was confused and still in shock, but then realized when he see you take the eye off and revealed your real eye under the latex. Lucifer had half a mind to end you right there, cause how dare you surprise him like that. Although he was impressed that you had that much talent, it looked so real. But don’t ever do that again.

Mammon: He was just minding his own business, counting his bills he had made from selling his brothers possession when he heard a slow knocking at the door. He walked over and opened the door, and slightly jumped when he saw you wearing a zombie mask. He tried to play it cool and yanked the mask up and off your head, only to reveal the same exact details of the mask, except with more realistic blisters and graying decaying flesh, and you growl loudly and lunge at Mammon, whom screamed and fell backward, frantically crab walking backwards fast. You tried walking toward him but then started laughing as you saw Mammon crawling on his back. Mammon growled and started to walk out the room with a blushing face, and a tear around the corner of his eye. You stopped him and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry...” was said on repeat as he held him close while he tried to get away from you, but then held you back. From then on, you don’t do scare pranks on Mammon, cause you felt so bad. But later, Mammon said he wanted to do a scare prank with you on the others.

Leviathan: You were spying on Levi, watching him play a game from a far. You saw he was playing Hellcraft, the Devildom equivalent of Minecraft, and noticed that games’ creeper was a lot more scarier than the human’s version... you decided to play a prank. You went into the bathroom and began doing your make up, dark violet, black, red pixelated colors, and they blended in pretty well without really blending thanks your make up color mixing skills. And then you put black contacts in your eyes to complete the look. You make it back to his room, and started sneaking up towards him at his computer. You reach out your hand to tease his neck, making the noise you heard creeper’s make. Levi was slightly annoyed at the neck tease, swatting at his neck a bit, but wouldn’t budge at first. But then after you did it a third time, he turned around in his chair with a, “MC, can you please leave my neck al-AAAAAHHHH!” He screamed and jumped back so far his chair fell backward, as you hissed harshly. He legit thought it was the cursed version of the game, where if you cheated, or trolled, an enemy from the game ambushes you from behind. Needless to say you were laughing, and apologizing, Levi was blushing mad and frightened, but he later he was impressed that you even got the red streams coming from the Hellcraft Creeper’s eyes right.

Satan: Satan is not easy to scare, by any means. In fact if you were to scare him, you’d probably be in more danger. Satan seemed like the kind of person who would punch a haunted house actor. He’s intelligent enough to know a prank, especially when he can recognize a Mammon prank. I mean, Satan is the King of pranks. But you realize in order to prank Satan, it would have to take some real skill. And it most especially wouldn’t be easy, because it was Halloween, he knew it was Halloween, everyone knew it was Halloween. You decided to not prank him, but instead show him your make up skills. You knocked on his door and walked in backward, with Satan more confused than ever before. “Just promise you won’t freak out, this is just make up...” You revealed your face, showing that you looked like part of your brain and skull showing in your forehead, as well as some bone showing on your neck. The sound that Satan made was a mix between an exclamation, a scream, and “oh wow” followed by, “how did you do that?” He says this opens up a whole new avenue of prank ideas, and that you truly are an artist.

Asmodeus: You had borrowed a bit of Asmo’s make up to set up this prank. It was a contour palette, and you had set action on your face. Later, you start knocking on the door frantically, hiding your face with a scarf. Asmo opens the door and you walk in fast, “Something went horribly wrong!” You said as you paced around the room, and Asmo asked what was wrong... You claimed, “I think I had a severe allergic reaction to your contour palette I borrowed.” Poor Asmo thought it was something as bad as a rash. Asmo told to show it, and that it couldn’t be that bad... as soon as you revealed the face that looked like it was burned through by acid, Asmo screamed. The cheeks where the contour and shading would looked like they were burned through with acid, and bubbling near where it stopped. The shriek you heard could wake up every banshee. He started apologizing constantly, until you revealed it was a prank. Asmo was half relieved, and half angry about the fact it was a prank. Of course, your make up was just amazing, so realistic... but don’t ever do that again.

Beelzebub: You pranked Beel after pranking Belphie, for which he offered to help. Belphie texted Beel that he had a surprise for him, that it was a special dish that he and you, naming you specifically, made for him. Sweet baby Beel has no idea what was coming. There was a covered dish on the kitchen island, which was covered by a red table cloth, and Belphie offered him the first bite, that MC had put their whole being into this lunch. Beel, absolutely loving your cooking, takes a fork and a knife and lifted the cover off, revealing your golden brown bald head, with grill marks on your cheeks, bubbling blisters on your chin and forehead, and an eyeball popped out and garnished with a toothpick. Beel shrieked and looked at Belphie in horror. “Belphie, what did you do?!” He shouted. “I know, you’re right, I should have left them on the grill a little longer.” Beel looked ready to either breakdown or scream again, but then his stomach growled. “... I... I dont want you to get into trouble, maybe I should get rid of the evidence...” that’s when you stood up from the fake island and reassured him it was a prank, Beel screamed again when you got up, and fell onto his back, meanwhile Belphie fell on his back laughing at what Beel said, and then at his reaction to MC getting up in panic. You decide to never prank Beel again, especially since he couldn’t even face you for the rest of the month, which is when you showered him with full size candy bars begging for forgiveness. Belphie as usual put the blame fully on you.

Belphegor: You had taken a nap with Belphie, and for the first time, you woken up before him and went to go to the bathroom... to do your make up! You decided to do a bit of impersonation makeup with a touch of freaky. You made your face look like Lucifer’s face, but then you added a red snake eye contact into your right eye and a snaggletooth fang to your mouth. You got back into bed with your face, and fell back asleep, with the covers over your head, and cuddling Belphie. You woke up to screaming and being pushed out of the bed by a frightened Belphie. You were surprised, but eventually started laughing as you got up and smiled at Belphie, revealing your red eye and fang, and Belphie threw your pillow at you, blushing and crossing his arms. “That was not funny!” “It was a little funny...” “No it wasn’t!”

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

ABOUT YOU | JISUNG

Content: Fluff, Arranged Marriage Au, Angst

Summary: Fate works in wonderous ways and you believe in it, you just didn’t expect it to have the person you’ve been wanting to actually be yours.

Note: not proof read, comment the corrections

Let me start this story off with a little description of my crush, Park Jisung.

Tall, talented, funny, and hellishly handsome. Everyone in the year group has tried to get his attention, become his friend or girlfriend, they wanted to be involved with the particularly lonely boy.

Unfortunately for them, he ignored every single thing they said, he didn’t even give a nod, a smile, or a quiet reply. He just stared straight into the wall or the window as he tapped his fingers to the beat of the music playing on his headphones.

No one knew why he did the things he did but not one of them was planning on stopping. At this point, I reckon people have already made bets on who’s gonna make him talk first.

I did like him like most of the girls in my year group but I didn’t have the guts to do what they do. I couldn’t walk up to him and give him a ‘hi’, I couldn’t even give him a little grin because the moment I see him, my body seems to freeze.

I’m slowly getting over it, I don’t look at him as much nor think about him as much, sometimes he’s way too quiet that I forget he’s in my class. I guess that’s a good thing, right? Liking a guy who hasn’t talked to you for two years straight isn’t that hard to get over.

September 20, 2020 [9:00 am]

“Crap” I muttered, my brows furrowing and my heels dropping to the ground. There was no ladder near me, not even a stool. I tried again, I tip-toed and tried to grasp the red paint bottle but its plastic coverage just slipped against my fingers.

“Come on” I muttered in disbelief, my hands falling to my sides and the little strands of my hair falling against my face. “Thud!” My ears perked and my eyes widened at the sudden sound, the red paint bottle was now in front of me.

I turned my head wondering who helped me and the first person I saw gave me doubts...Jisung. He was just a meter away, his back facing me, his hands in his pockets and his earphones on full blast making me hear little bits of the song he’s playing.

“Did he just....” I started but didn’t continue, realizing that no one would answer my question anyway. I ignored the little incident and turned my body back to face the red paint. I flicked the cap open and squeezed a bit onto my palette.

“Y/n!” My body straightened in shock. “Geez, Soobin you scared me!” I replied to the tall boy beside me and he grinned, his eyes disappearing while his dimples deepened. “I was just going to ask you something” he started, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Are you friends with Jisung?” The question was indeed out of the blue. “What are you talking—“ I was just about to reply when a deep, low, quiet voice replied for me. “What if we are?”

I turned my head around and his close presence made the hairs on my body stand. His neck just before my eyes, making me tilt my head back to really see him. It was Jisung.

Soobin’s eyes widened at the sudden interaction and even I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. Beomgyu, the class president called Soobin over, so before he could say anything, I was left alone with the mysterious boy.

“Wait...why are you talking to me?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing and my voice faltering. “Your father is the owner of Elite Studies isn’t he?” Jisung asked, pulling his earphones off his ear. “Yeah” I muttered, wondering if he was going to ask for money, especially since my father is pretty known.

“Well, I’ll say it now before you get the news at home”

“What?”

“We’re getting married”

-

September 20, 2020 [3:45 pm]

“Mom! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked in disbelief, my parents just sighing at the ruckus I made. “It’s just for a year, show the media you’re together then file a divorce” my father replied, the plea in his eyes making me stressed.

I don’t mind getting married to him, hell, I’d love to but I don’t know him, not a single bit of him and he doesn’t know me! Are we going to start talking at school? Is he going to give me rides? Will he propose? Is he going to hold my hand?

I don’t know and I'm scared that he’s not going to like me.

_

September 28, 2020 [11:30 am]

I tightly gripped on my royally white dress, the beautiful silk and lace being something I’ve never found myself in. I took deep breaths calming my pounding heart, the sound of cameras were already filling the magnificent venue and I didn’t know whether that was our paid photographers or the paparazzi.

“You’ll be fine” my dad whispered as I hooked my shaking hands around his arm. I nodded to him but I guess it was more directed to myself, I hope that I’ll be fine.

“Please welcome the bride” I heard someone say and the big double doors of the church opened, I slowly walked in with a smile, trying to convince everyone that everything was alright and I was having fun on my wedding day. The sound of the piano, violin, horns, and cheers entered my ears as I waltzed into the venue. It was gorgeous but what else did I expect from my perfectionist of a mom? “Focus” I hear my father whisper and my body straightened.

Jisung looked magnificent.

You know when you like someone and you start creating scenarios in your head? Well one of them was this and it was actually happening. I was getting married to him. The pounding of my heart worsened but not from nervousness. I was scared that if the butterflies in my stomach flapped their wings even harder I would fly.

I stood in front of him and the music stopped. Calmly taking my shaking hands, I give him a half hearted smile. I hear the priest speak but I can’t even register his words, one second I see my mom crying, the other I already have a ring on my finger and moments after that, his lips were against mine.

October 2 2020 [7:47 am]

“How’s it feel to be married to me?” Jisung asks with a grin, taking a sip of his coffee. We were at a famous coffee shop in the business district and we were well aware of the paparazzi inside and outside the store. I roll my eyes at him, looking out the window, giving a sneaky glance at the photographer inside her car, acting as if she was checking her camera's gallery.

“In all seriousness though, how is it?” Jisung asks and I turn my head to face him. I didn’t know if I should reply with a joke or with a normal phrase but I had to answer one way or another. “It’s...” I hesitate, not wanting to say the wrong word. “It’s interesting”

“How so?” He asks, his eyes connecting with mine. “Well, it's not everyday you get to marry someone you genuinely like” I replied feeling a little brave and I watched as his eyes widened. “You liked me and you didn’t even talk to me?” He said in disbelief and I chuckled nervously at him. “Well you already had like....millions of girls talking to you, what would I be compared to them?” I uttered out and he shook his head with a little grin, one that made my heart flutter.

“I swear Y/n, you should really start telling what you feel, I can’t believe I spent 2 years wondering if you liked me back”

"Stop tripping" I roll my eyes. After the time I've spent with him, I learned that he was one hell of a funny lad and what I liked most about that was how he laughed. The sound of it echoing through my ears before I sleep giving me the best dreams.

“But I’m not” Jisung replied, his eyes not leaving mine. I chuckle, looking away, taking a sip of my drink.

October 5 2020 [6:03 pm]

Today, we had to put on a show. A public dinner with the Park family could go either extremely smoothly or horribly but it was part of the deal.

“Ah welcome!” Mr. Park greeted us as we entered the venue. Mr. Park was still sitting on his chair because only his black crane kept him standing. He wasn’t that old but he was weakening, sometimes I’d see Jisung holding him up, even on the wedding day, I watched as he sat still on his chair, chatting away, only having his wife fetch food for him.

He couldn’t stand, so I walked towards him and gave him a smile. Greeting him out of respect.

Here’s the thing, the place was wrapped in velvet and gold. It was a ‘private’ room away from the other customers but its wall was made of glass. Once the people from outside look up the second floor of the fancy restaurant, they’d see us but that’s exactly the point.

I immediately gave a light hug to Mrs. Park and walked towards Jisung. As if it was natural, he stood up and wrapped me in his arms, leaving a peck on my forehead. I let him finish his act then I sat on the fancy chair beside him.

“Go and order whatever you want” His dad welcomed us, so I gladly took the menu and as I read through the thick black and gold fonted paper, I felt Jisung’s hands go over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

“What do you want?” I asked pertaining to the menu and warily sending a look to my parents just to see them chatting away. “I want you” he leaned into my ear as he whispered that and I glared at him. Well correction...I tried to glare at him.

“You’re stupid” I whisper and I felt him reply with a little peck on my head. “Stupid for you babe” I cringed at the name. “Don’t call me babe” I complained and he smiled. “What do you want me to call you?” he asked and I thought about it. Might as well get a special name for each other since we're doing this for a year.

“How about…...love?” I questioned, raising my brow at him. “I like that...love” he replied and I chuckled. Suddenly I felt eyes staring at me so I looked at Jisung just to see him going through the menu, his arm still wrapped around my shoulder.

So I looked up front and I found my parents and his parents staring at us with a smile. “Maybe it isn’t so fake after all” his mother whispered to my mom but I heard and...I felt chills running down my spine.

October 17 2020 [1:07 pm]

You were having lunch at his home, this being something you’re now used to. It was quiet and calm, your parents discussing about making a joint building and adding more staff meanwhile you were there reading a book as you shoved the pasta down your throat.

You hear Jisung laugh so you turn your head to side to see what he was laughing at, turns out it was you. “What are you looking at?” you scrunch your nose and he chuckled a little louder. The boy leaned closer and placed his lips on your ear, it was something you were used to at this point.

“That’s not the only thing you can shove down your throat, love” he whispered and your eyes widened. “Jisung!” you squealed making both your parents stop and give you guys a look. “It’s nothing” Jisung laughed so they disregarded it and continued their conversation.

November 10 2020 [10:06 am]

Today we were visiting Jisung’s family to say a little goodbye to them since they were going on a holiday trip in Greece. I wasn’t really in the mood since I was enjoying binge-watching this show called “I-land” but my mom had to interrupt and stop me.

“Where’s Jisung?” I asked Mrs. Park and she pointed towards his room. “Ah” I nodded and walked towards the white double doors of his batcave. I calmly walked towards it, making no sound and no fuss but I heard something that made me halt.

I heard sniffles, loud ones and a sad groan that made my heart beat fasten. ‘Was he crying?’ I thought to myself and I hesitated. Do I still walk in? Or should I wait for him to calm down? Maybe he’s just watching a video with someone crying? to say it simply. I didn’t know what to do.

So I decided to just talk to him anyway.

I knock on the door then hear him shuffling, the sniffles come to a halt and the tension inside the room emitted outside his door then seconds later, it clicked open.

-Narrator’s POV-

You noticed the way he wiped the dried tears on his skin and how he splashed water on his face to make him look livier. The redness of his cheeks and eyes still said otherwise so without a word you open your arms and wrap it around his torso.

The boy softens against your touch.

You get inside the room and shut the door, guiding the shaking boy to the bed. “What’s wrong?” you asked and he shook his head. “Please tell me”

“I can’t handle seeing you in pain” you feel sadness bubbling up your body and you feel him melting in your arms deeper, if he softened even more you’d fuse into one another. The boy sobbed into your neck, the tears dripping down your skin, painfully slow.

Still, he didn’t speak.

“You’ll be okay my love” the words rolled off your tongue easily like you were meant to say it. “Now, can you tell me what’s wrong?” you ask and you feel him nod into your neck. “I…” he starts. “I have to take my father’s place as the CEO…’cause he’s ill...he’s dying”

The world seemed to stop at that moment, he feels your body turn tense and worried. “My goodness” you mutter and he cries harder. You shut your eyes, sighing in frustration but still trying to keep calm for him.

“Fuck it” you mutter, gently cupping his face, raising it, making your eyes meet. The tears rolling out his eyes landed on your hands but you didn’t mind. You didn’t break eye-contact, you stayed there and drowned yourself in his tears.

“Jisung….I know you and you’re strong, I’m here for you...I love you”

You feel his jaw clench and the tips of his lips lifting, you expect him to say something as his mouth parts but instead he pushes your hand off and kisses you.

And you kissed him back.

[tickle-bugs]

Extraordinary

Summary: Makoto’s a bit haunted by the lack of normalcy in Hope’s Peak--at least, whatever shreds of normalcy could survive in a place like that. Hina, Sakura, and Kyoko bring him some measure of peace. 

@naegiristan Here’s your TOC fic! I apologize for it being so late, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :) Thanks to the lovely @peachytickles for hosting this with me. I had a blast. @ticklesofcolor 

There’s a lengthy conversation about food/healthy eating in the beginning, so TW/CW for food. 

Living at Hope’s Peak had forced Makoto to severely recategorize the way he viewed himself. Being ordinary was just...who he was. There was no word for it before. Makoto was himself, and that’s all that he ever needed to be. School life, if he could even call it that, had wrenched that comfort away from him. 

How was he supposed to be ordinary amongst the world’s foremost geniuses? What was the point of being ‘just Makoto’ when everyone else was so much more? 

“Heads up!” The call snapped Makoto out of his thoughts. He turned and caught a facefull of frosting and sprinkles. He narrowed his eyes at Hina, not exactly annoyed but not exactly happy either. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Hina wheezed, not even bothering to hide her giggles.

“I’m fine.” Makoto wiped a bit of frosting from his nose and popped it in his mouth. Hm. Strawberry.

“You looked like you could use a donut. I take my friends’ donut deficiencies very seriously.” Hina took a seat by his left, sliding the dozen box to sit between them. Sakura sat on his other side, graceful as always, and took a glazed donut from the box. 

“Sakura!”

“Hmm?” She looked up, donut in mouth, and Makoto stifled a chuckle. 

“You’re...having a donut?” Hina stared in open-mouthed wonder. 

“I can have cheat meals sometimes.” Sakura averted her eyes, uncharacteristically bashful. 

“I thought you hated donuts! I feel betrayed!”

“It’s reverse psychology, Hina. It makes cravings easier.” 

“Next you’re gonna tell me you actually love cake.” Hina huffed, and when Sakura stayed quiet, she threw her hands up in exasperation.

“We’re soulmates! I’m supposed to know these things about you! My whole life is a lie!” Hina whined, dropping her head in her hands. Sakura leaned around Makoto to pat her back, chuckling at her dramatics. 

Kyoko drifted over with perfect timing, taking a graceful seat before Hina could declare a divorce. 

“Hey, Kyoko.” Makoto smiled. Her eyes lingered on his face for a while, longer than usual, and it occurred to him that he still had frosting on his face. He pulled napkins from the dispenser on the table and dipped them in his water glass, choosing speed over discretion as he scrubbed at his face. 

“Hina. Sakura. Makoto.” Her lips quirked up on his name. 

“Do you have plans, Kyoko?” Hina slid the box to Kyoko, but she didn’t take a donut.

“Why do you ask?”

“Sakura and I were gonna go up to the art room. Wanna come?” 

“I suppose.” Kyoko smiled.

……………..

“Guys, look!” Hina gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. 

“Is that...Celeste?” Sakura wrinkled her nose, slipping past Hina to get a better look. Nearly every surface in the room was covered in images of Celeste, from paintings to sketches--even a sculpture or two sat at the back of the room.

“Hifumi must have drawn these,” Kyoko sighed, thumbing through a discarded sketchbook--unfortunately, also filled with drawings of Celeste. 

“What makes you say that?” Makoto looked over Kyoko’s shoulder. The drawings were good--no, great, actually, if one could get past the creepiness of it all. Did Celeste know about all of this?

“He’s obsessed with her.” Kyoko held up a more tame drawing of Celeste looking out a window. Something at the back of Makoto’s mind stirred upon seeing it, but the feeling fled as quickly as it came. 

“I think he’s a little more than obsessed.” Sakura gestured at an easel with an Elizabethan-style portrait of Celeste on a throne, revelling in excessive jewels and finery. Celeste had to know, then. This was the kind of thing she’d force Hifumi to make, anyhow. 

“I want a creepy portrait now! Let’s make them for each other!” Hina giggled, appraising the portrait of Celeste with open amusement. 

“I’m not an artist, Hina.” 

“Who cares? It’ll be fun! You and I can do each other. I won’t judge you. Makoto and Kyoko, why don’t you guys swap as well?” Hina shoved brushes and palettes into everyone’s hands, leaving no room for argument. Though Makoto really wanted to argue. There was no way Kyoko would--

“Alright.”

“Y-Yeah. Sounds good.” He coughed, dumping his supplies at the nearest station. Sakura came around with canvases for them, delicately setting them on the easels. 

Painting was rather relaxing, once Makoto got into it. Some of his anxieties melted away as he meticulously blended the paint, trying to capture the lavender undertones of Kyoko’s hair. He cut the line of her easel across the canvas with a thick brush, and in one fell swoop, outlined the curve of her head peeking out behind it. The creepy piece of the activity was lost on Makoto from the moment he started--he had to do Kyoko justice. 

He leaned in close for the most important part: Kyoko’s eyes. They both weren’t visible, but her right eye peeked out just enough for him to capture the gentle violet. He dabbed tiny reflections into the iris, giving her eyes the shining life that he’d always admired. He wondered if his eyes looked like that. Probably not, anymore. 

The sensation of something light and fluffy sweeping across his nape rudely interrupted his musings and nearly sent him onto the floor. The feeling zipped along the side of his neck and hopped up to his ears--he tilted out of his chair at that point, and Sakura’s sharp reflexes were the only thing saving him from an untimely demise. She righted his chair with him still in it and smiled.

“Hina!” Makoto slapped a hand to the back of his neck, cheeks blazing red. Hina’s grin told him all he needed to know, but the paintbrush dangling between her fingers told him more. 

“Sorry! Had to snap you out of it. We’re going to go get dinner, if you want to join us.” Hina squeezed his shoulder and it only tickled worse. He tried to discreetly pry her hand off of his shoulder but there was no room left for playing natural. 

“You guys go ahead. I’m not hungry.” He cursed himself for the way his voice cracked. He saw Kyoko glance at him from the corner of his eye and he cleared his throat. Real smooth, Makoto. 

“I’ll pass as well.”

“Oh, okay. Bye!” Hina looped her arm through Sakura’s and dragged her out of the art room, leaving Makoto and Kyoko silent and alone. 

“I finished your painting.” Kyoko turned her easel to face him. What’d she painted certainly looked like him, if he squinted. The colors were all there, and she’d perfectly captured the one tuft of hair on his head that would never lie down. His face was a little lopsided, looking more like an emoticon than anything else. He adored it more than words could describe.

He needed words, though, because Kyoko was staring expectantly. 

“I….it’s…” Would cute sound patronizing? Maybe endearing was alright. No, that would be worse. 

“You can say it’s horrible.”

“It’s perfect, Kyoko.” He ran his thumb over her signature in the bottom corner. 

“Can I see yours?”

“Oh, uh. Sure.” He turned his easel towards her, eyes fixed on a point in the middle distance so he wouldn’t have to look at her.

“Makoto.” He looked up, expression neutral. 

“This is wonderful,” She whispered. Tears glistened in her eyes, threatening to fall, and Makoto frantically passed her tissues from his pocket. 

“Kyoko, hey--”

“I’m just grateful, that’s all. Thank you.” She dabbed at her eyes. 

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing to me. Thank you.” She took the painting from the easel and held it protectively. 

“You’re welcome.” He smiled.

………………………………..

“I want what they have. Sakura and Hina, I mean.” Makoto unlocked his door and held it open for her. 

“A lesbian relationship?”

“Wh--no, of course not. Wait. They’re together?” Makoto’s jaw dropped. 

“Makoto, your lack of perception worries me sometimes,” Kyoko huffed, slipping past him with the paintings. She rested them against the wall near the door as Makoto worked his jaw, trying to remember how to speak. It made sense,  but how could he not notice?

“Listen, my point is that I want normalcy. I want to laugh with someone who means something to me. As messed up as it is that we’re trapped here--” He gestured to his room-- “I’d like to at least have friends like everyone else.” He flopped on his bed. She sat more gracefully beside him. 

“I’m not very funny.” Kyoko shrugged. He squinted confusedly at her for a moment. 

“That’s okay, Kyoko. You don’t have to be. I’m just complaining about something stupid.” He sighed deeply and fiddled with his jacket sleeves.

“I may have a different way of making you laugh, though.”

“Oh?” He looked up. 

“You might hate it. Just...tell me to stop if you do.” She made eye contact with him, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was...nervous? He’d never seen her like this. It was equally endearing and unsettling.

The skittering of nails around his collarbones stopped his train of thought dead in its tracks. 

“K-Kyoko! Wait!” He squealed, giggles bursting from him before he could even think to hold them back. She withdrew her hands as if she’d been burned, watching him intently. 

“You didn’t have to...I mean...I-It’s okay if you…” Makoto waved his hands around, well-aware that the stammering was losing him any cool points he may have had with her. 

“You like this.” A statement, not a question. 

“I think so? Y-Yeah, I do. It’s fun, and you’re fun, and--”

“Makoto.” Kyoko silenced him with the tenderness of his name. “It’s alright.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” She smiled--smiled!--at him, and his heart flipped in his chest. They gazed at each other for a moment, warm and inviting, and it would’ve been great if Kyoko didn’t ruin it by tickling his ribs. Makoto squawked and fell backwards on the bed, giggling at machine-gun speed. He grabbed at her arms to have something to hold and she chuckled at him, sliding her hands down to his sides. She moved languidly, calculating every move before Makoto could react to her last one. 

“Just so you know, Makoto, you mean something to me, too. So in a way, we’re both getting normalcy.” She hummed and scribbled curiously at his stomach, laughing softly at his attempts to curl up. He wondered if she knew how awful her nails were, even through his shirt. His survival instincts advised against telling her, though--she’d likely never leave him alone. 

If Makoto could see through his mirth-squinted eyes, he might’ve seen Kyoko staring down at him fondly, smiling wider than she had since they’d arrived at Hope’s Peak. Instead, he cycled between swatting at her hands and hiding his face, absolutely overwhelmed on all fronts. 

“Yeah,” she whispered softly, applying enough pressure to make Makoto shriek, “Ordinary is just what I needed.”

If he wasn’t giggling so hard, he’d’ve told her that she was what he needed, too. 

[rosepetalmark]

flowers in your hair

↬ Johnny Suh x Reader ↬1.8k Words ↬Your allergies and creating art are two things Johnny holds dear to his heart

You hated the outdoors. Anything to do with bugs, dirt, and even plants made you itch and sneeze and scared that you’ll get some rare unknown disease and die because the innocent looking flower you picked by the bench turned out to be poisonous. 

Johnny on the other hand, enjoyed nature and embraced it to its fullest. Every day he’d make time to bask in the grass, and soak up all the sun while working on his latest art inspiration. 

Today, he decided that sitting in a field full of sunflowers would be ideal for his newest project, and what would make it more worthwhile and perfect was if you, his girlfriend  were with him to occupy his time and add further enjoyment to his favourite hobby. 

Horrible idea on his part because you’re allergic to flowers, and tall fields of grass would most likely break you out into hives and have you coughing up a lung. Johnny wouldn’t bat an eye though, because despite loving you with all his heart, he had a knack for making fun of you and the simplest inconveniences that occurred within your life. 

He always says you’re over dramatic when it comes to your “spring allergies” and that nothing like some water and the fresh air will clear your mind and nasal passages. 

He’s a dumbass, and he really will be the reason you die one day. 

But Johnny didn’t care, because as long he had you, a bottle of allergy medicine for your sneezing and itching, and his paintbrushes, he was content, even if you spent a great amount of your time in this damn sunflower field teary eyed and stuffy nosed. 

“Johnny, please tell me we can leave soon, I'm itching way more now than I did when i had the chickenpox as a kid,” you whine, rubbing your hands across your bare arms to provide you with any relief as you watched the bees swarm past you in their search for some nectar in the flowers nearby.  

“Mhm,” he whispers, continuing to stroke the paintbrush across the now detailed page, completely oblivious to the words that just left your mouth. 

This always happened. Whenever he took you somewhere new, he’d completely block out the world, yourself included, in order to capture the essence of life whether it be through his camera or canvas. 

Of course there was silence, why wouldn’t there be. Every time Johnny asks you to accompany him anywhere outdoors, you always think you’re going to explore and embrace nature, and every single time you are wrong, because the second you find something beautiful to look at, he sets his small backpack down and busts out either his camera or painting utensils to capture it. 

You’d say it pissed you off at times, but art is his passion, and you’d never do anything to get in the way he feels so alive and free whenever he consumes himself with something as minuscule and simple as a paperclip. He finds the beauty in anything and everything, never ceasing to amaze you with the wonderful creations he illustrates. 

“Johnny,” you say a little louder, unamused with the silence you receive, and the continuous strokes he continues to make on the page. 

You call his name again, and again, and again, and it’s only the third time when you yell out his full name, that he finally drops the brush on his palette and focuses his attention on you. 

“Were you not listening to me?” You question, seriously surprised that out of all the times you’ve called his name, he either completely ignored you or has gone def within his 25 years of life. 

“Oh, I was listening,” he hums, raising his eyebrows whilst providing you with his staple cheeky grin, one he always does when he wants to get on your nerves. 

Always a cocky one that guy, and how you manage to stay dating him truly blows your mind. 

Sighing, you focus your gaze away from the way he picks up his paintbrush again and gently strokes baby blue across the page, looking towards the tall stocks of sunflowers gently breezing in the wind a few feet away from you.

“You’re such a crappy boyfriend,” you chuckle, picking up one of the untouched pastel crayons and examining its fluorescent blue hue.  “You never pay attention to me.” 

“I never pay attention to you, hm?” He asks, causing you to stare back at his now stoic stature, face still focusing on his notebook and nowhere on you, but more contoured and rigid this time.

“Well, you’re speaking to me now yet your attention is never on me, always on whatever you’re painting or drawing,” your tone slightly angered. 

Obviously you were lying. Johnny was the most attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for, always checking in on you and ensuring your day goes smoothly, always hanging out with you when he’d rather be napping or out painting or doing photography, and almost always is down to make out with you whenever the opportunity arises. 

You just like to pull his leg most of the time because it’s funny seeing how riled up he gets when he believes that you think he’d rather focus on his hobbies over having conversations with you. 

“Here,” he signals, shoving his book in your direction, encouraging you to look through the worn out leather book he kept hidden for months, wanting you to see what he has been working on secretly whenever you were together.

Confused, you run your fingers along the enclosed ribbon on the cover of the sketchbook, hesitant to allow yourself in the work he’s immersed himself in for hours whenever the beauty in nature took over his attention span away from you.

Raising his eyebrows, he nods in a manner that demands you open the book. “If I don’t pay any attention to you, look through the book.”

Untying the string , you decide that whatever is in this book isn’t a secret anymore, because it wouldn’t even be in your hands if Johnny didn’t practically throw it at you to shut you and your curiosity up. 

The first few pages are beautiful, really. He has a way with his sketches, always seeming so simple yet so realistic you’d think they were actual pictures edited just to appear more striking to the eye. 

“Nature really is what inspires you hm?,” you ask, more of a rhetorical question because you already know the answer that’ll come from his mouth.

Chuckling, he brings his body closer to yours so his chin is resting on your shoulder, watching as you delicately turn the pages of his book. “Yeah, but there’s something more encapsulating that ends up being my muse, just keeping looking through.”

Golden sunflowers, vibrant pink sunsets, the giant pumpkin you both visited at the fall fair last year, everything you two experienced together when hanging out was documented in this book and reinvented through his drawings or paintings of them. 

And then you saw a sketch of yourself. At first you thought it was cute, because he’d always draw you and all your other friends whenever he got bored. But four pages later all you found were several pages filled with you, ranging from when when he placed different coloured tulips in your hair that one time you went on a walk in the new community garden not far from your favourite ice cream shop, or when you experimented with makeup and put glitter all over your eyebrows. 

Every moment you deemed minuscule and fun was captured so deeply in Johnny’s eyes, that he decided to relive it all again through the many strokes and colours that seamlessly came together to create something so beautiful. 

Your breath was absolutely taken away.

You always thought nature is what captured Johnny’s attention the most, but turns out it’s always been you. 

“I’m. Wait Johnny this is so-,” you begin to say, but your words become jumbled and your emotions a tangled mess, leaving you with tears in your eyes and so much more love for him in your heart than you’d ever had before, all because he drew some pictures of you. 

“Do you like them?” he questions, raising his eyebrows, awaiting your answer of approval, his question only promoting the waterworks to begin and your head to aggressively nod. 

You place the notebook gently on the blanket you two were sitting on, and crawl into his lap, pressing your body closer to his as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

They were absolutely perfect. He was perfect. 

Everything Johnny Suh says and does is absolutely incredible and you’re so incredibly lucky to be dating the cheesiest, most loving goofball the earth has to offer. Even if he’s a giant pain in your ass 97% of the time. 

Pecking his cheek, you stare into his gleaming brown orbs. “I absolutely love them, Mr. Johnny Suh, and I love you a million times more.”

Tightening your arms around his neck, you couldn’t help but embrace this moment for much longer. You don’t care that you’re five seconds away from bursting into hives and that your throat feels like it’s closing up. Holding on to your very sweet, thoughtful boyfriend for as long as you could right in this moment was all that mattered to you. 

“I was joking by the way, I know you care about me alot and pay more attention than most boyfriends would and I appreciate you tremendously.” You could start to feel the tears well up in the corners of your eyes, because you honestly don’t know what you’d do without Johnny. 

He was your best friend, and has been such an uplifting, inspiring person ever since he entered your life your freshman year of college, the thought of him not being in your life one day was a scary thought you never wanted to come true. 

“I love you always.”

“I know babe”, he whispered, kissing your cheek and running his fingers delicately through your hair, trying to calm you down as he could sense you were feeling rather overwhelmed. 

“I wouldn’t keep dragging you to places you hated if I knew you didn’t love me,” he exclaimed, bursting out into a loud, body shaking laugh that provided you with the comfort to let your tears go, and laugh in unison with him. 

Lifting you off his lap, Johnny grabs his art supplies and gently places them in his bag, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the dry, matted grass you were both sitting on. 

“Where are you dragging me?” 

“Back to my place.” He winks, quickly pecking your lips before intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you into the direction of his car. 

“It wouldn’t be romantic to be making out with my girlfriend that I love very much in a sunflower field if she kept sneezing in my face, wouldn’t it?”