#Thanks for the compliment! I really appreciate it

[urno1luv]

IM OBSESSED WITH THE SANA FIC!! can you make a noncon sana x aespamember!reader??

aespa and twice were having a collab and reader was unaware sana had been eyeing her for quite some time now,, any aespa member) points it out and you just shrug, thinking she was trying to look at something else and that u were just in the way, then the rest is u can continue it:)

LOVE THIS IDEA!!! hope u like this ♡

maybe i should've done this in 2 parts bc this is pretty long😔also instead of twice collabing, i did sana x aespa for her mini album🙏

cw: noncon (at the end), power imbalance, implied prostitution?, sana lowkey crazy and distorts things to fit her reality, not proofread so excuse any errors🫶

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The studio is alive with energy, you and the rest of the æspa members huddling around the recording booth. But you feel a different sort of energy prickling at the back of your neck—a pair of eyes that have been fixed on you since you walked in. Sana.

You knew working with someone like her would be intense. She’s a legend, someone you (used to) admire. So when you and the girls found out you would collab with her on her first mini album, you were all amazed. But the way her gaze settles on you, unwavering and almost hungry, isn’t anything like you first expected. Every time you glance up, she’s watching, smiling like she’s found something precious, and the weight of her focus makes it hard to breathe.

Karina also noticed the way Sana was staring at you, and she teased you for it. "Sana-sunbaenim seems to have a little fixation on you'" she says as she nudged you. You glared at your annoying friend, but couldn't help but feel really uncomfortable under her persistent staring.

When you take a break, hoping for a moment’s relief, she’s beside you before you can even take a step away. "You have such a unique voice," she says, voice soft and warm, but somehow possessive. "I've really… like... wanted to sing with you, especially on a project this important to me." Her eyes never leave your face, and you can feel the intensity simmering just beneath her words.

You try to keep your tone light, professional. "Thank you, Sana-sunbaenim. It’s… really an honor," you reply, shifting slightly back. But she doesn’t move, her gaze steady, her fingers brushing your arm in a way that feels too deliberate.

Hours pass, and the session winds down, but Sana’s attention only grows more intense. Every note, every line you sing, she’s there, watching, studying, like you’re the only person in the room. It’s as if she’s trying to memorize every movement, every glance. You try to ignore it, but there’s no escaping the weight of her presence.

Finally, as you gather your things, you feel her hand wrap gently around your wrist. The touch makes your skin prickle. You look up to find her standing close, too close, her eyes dark and unreadable.

“Y/n,” she murmurs, her tone heavy with something you can’t quite place. “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other. There’s… something really special about you.”

A chill slides down your spine. You force yourself to smile, polite and distant. "I… appreciate that, Sana." Your short response to her compliment, slightly seemed to irk her.

Something shifts in her eyes, a hint of darkness. Then she smiles, as if nothing happened. “Oh, of course. I understand. But… I think you’ll come around. You just need time.” Her gaze lingers on your face, studying you in a way that feels intimidating.

You manage to pull your hand away, offering a quick goodbye before leaving the studio. But as you step out into the night air, you can still feel her gaze on you, like a shadow that won’t let you go. And you know, somehow, that this won’t be the last time. The thought sits heavy in your chest, a mix of dread and something darker that you can’t quite shake.

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A few months later, you and the girls got invited to MAMA, a famous award show. The interior is packed, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as you move through the backstage corridors. æspa is up for a big award tonight, in the 'Album of the Year' category, and you should be excited. But there’s a sense of unease that follows you like a shadow, something you haven’t been able to shake since that collaboration weeks ago.

It doesn’t take long before you see her—Sana, dressed elegantly, looking every bit the star she is. She’s surrounded by her group, TWICE, and is chatting with the girls. For a moment, you think she hasn’t noticed you, and relief flutters in your chest. But then, as if she can sense your presence, her eyes find you across the room, and that familiar smile spreads across her face.

You turn away quickly, hoping she’ll take the hint and leave you alone. But the rest of the night, you feel her gaze on you, just as intense as it was in the studio. It’s as if the crowded room only gives her more reason to focus on you.

During a break between segments, you slip away to the makeup room, hoping for a moment of quiet to collect yourself. You’ve barely taken a breath when the door opens behind you, and you freeze, recognizing her reflection in the mirror. She closes the door softly behind her, and the room suddenly feels much too small.

“Y/n,” she murmurs, her voice smooth and familiar. “I didn’t expect to see you alone.”

You try to keep your tone light, unaffected. “Just needed a minute to breathe.”

She moves closer, her eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. “Award shows can be overwhelming, can’t they?” she says, her arm wrapping around your shoulder, in a way that feels like a claim. “But you handle it so well. You always do.”

Her touch is insistent, and you can feel the tension building in the air, thick and heavy. You step to the side, hoping to create some space between you, but she follows, her head leaning down to breathe in your scent, arms trailing back to hold you tighter.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, her tone sweet but laced with something darker. Her eyes are too focused, too sharp, like she can see right through you. “You’ve seemed… distant since the studio. I’ve been waiting to hear from you.”

You swallow, forcing a polite smile. “I’ve just been busy.”

She leans in further, her voice dropping down an octave. “You don’t need to play hard to get, my love. I know you feel it too—this connection between us.” Her arms curl more around your waist, firm, like she’s daring you to pull away.

You take a slow breath, steadying yourself. “Sana, I… I think you might be misunderstanding something.”

For a brief moment, her expression falters, but then the smile is back, sharper this time. “Misunderstanding?” she echoes, her grip tightening more and more. “You can say what you like, but I know the truth. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

She’s close, too close, and you feel trapped under the weight of her gaze. You look down, trying to find the words to end this, but your voice feels small, lost under her intensity.

Just as quickly as she stepped into your space, she lets go, smoothing her dress with a smile that looks almost amused. “Maybe I was wrong,” she says, her voice light, but there’s an edge to it that makes your pulse race. “Or maybe you just need more time.

With one last lingering glance, she turns and leaves, closing the door softly behind her, leaving you alone with the pounding of your heart and a sense of dread that settles deep in your chest.

You take a shaky breath, glancing at your reflection. The unease that Sana left behind lingers, like a shadow that won’t let you go. Somehow, you know this won’t be the last time.

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It’s early evening when the call comes. The company has scheduled a meeting with Sana, they say, per her "requests." You’re tired after rehearsals, and the memory of that encounter at the award show still lingers. The thought of meeting her again, alone, sets off alarm bells in your mind, but your manager insists. “It’s important,” she says. “Just for a couple of hours.”

Feeling dread inside, you find yourself in a car heading to Sana’s apartment, the city lights fading as you get closer. By the time you reach her building, a strange chill has settled over you. You press the intercom, and her voice comes through, warm and familiar, welcoming you up.

The door opens, and there she is, dressed casually but with that same piercing look in her eyes. She smiles, stepping aside to let you in, and the door clicks shut behind you. The air feels heavy, charged with something unspoken, and the silence stretches as you walk inside. Her apartment is elegant, understated, but something about it feels too intimate, too personal.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she says, gesturing to the living room. You settle on the couch, but her gaze never leaves you, following your every movement. You tell yourself to focus, and keep things professional, but there’s a strange energy in the air, something tense and unyielding.

Sana sits beside you, too close, her knee brushing against yours. “I’m glad you came,” she murmurs, her voice soft but laced with something darker. “I’ve missed you.”

You shift uncomfortably, trying to keep your tone polite. “So, what exactly did you need help with?”

She only smiles, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. “I think you know what you're here for, doll.” she whispers, leaning closer, her hand resting on your thigh. You try to get up, but she holds your shoulder, making a noise of disapproval.

“Sana,” you say, your voice wavering, “I… I don't do that... stuff.”

Her smile fades, replaced by something colder. “You don’t have to act clueless anymore. It's fucking repulsive.” You feel trapped, unable to look away from her gaze.

The room feels smaller, the air heavy and suffocating. You try to stand, to put some distance between you, but she pulls you back down again. “You don’t need to be afraid,” she whispers, her voice unrelenting. “I’ll make sure you understand… how much you mean to me.”

There’s an intensity in her words, a finality that makes your heart pound. You try to pull away, to find the words to end this, but they feel caught in your throat. Her grip tightens, her gaze dark and unwavering.

"Please, Sana.... stop it!!" your voice gets higher in pitch as she stands up and drags you, strangely full of strength. She pushes you against a wall, your back absorbing the force of it. Sana snarls at you, her eyebrows furrowed. "The quicker you let me do this, the quicker you can run back home to your little friends, got it?"

You sob, as you realise what you were really sent over to her apartment for. You were just a tool to gain more power and leverage in the industry.

By the time you leave her apartment, the world feels different, the weight of her filthy, nauseating presence still heavy on your skin. You walk out into the cool night air, but there’s no relief, no escape from the feeling that something has changed forever.

Sana's fingers roughly entering your pussy as you beg her to stop only turns her on further, her own panties getting soaked. She pulls them out slowly, then tastes them, moaning. "How could I resist you, Y/n? You taste so good." Sana undoes her belt, to reveal a strap, the tip jumping up to touch her stomach. You squeal as you feel her shove it in, your voice hoarse from begging. Sana groans as she begins fucking you, her hand pushing your back inwards to create an arch, other hand wrapped around your throat. You can feel her eyes scanning up and down your back, and whine as she suddenly tightens her grip on your neck, her rings digging into you.

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[razorblade180]

Team Building

Weiss:Team building game. Say a compliment you had for someone when you were getting to know them, then a compliment for them after knowing them for a while. I’ll start. Blake, I admire your calmness.

Blake:And after you got to know me?

Weiss:You’re bravery.

Blake:….We shouldn’t play this game. We are going to cry.

Weiss:We will be fine.

Jaune:Weiss, I admired how smart and diligent you were.

Weiss:Thank you. And what do you admire now?

Jaune:Your kindness.

Weiss:…*tears up* Wait, fuck. Hold on. Shit, why did that hit hard!? *wiping eyes*

Yang:I don’t want to play this game.

Ren:I admired your compassion. Today, I praise your loyalty to your love ones.

Yang:Fuck you too man. *smiffles*

Ruby:Nora-

Nora:No.

Ruby:I adored your strength.

Nora:Cool.

Ruby:Now I speak about your wisdom, and all its insight.

Nora:*nods*….*tears up* Oh gods, here it comes.

Blake:Ren, your commitment is also something to be appreciated. These days, I really admire your ability to change. You’re never stagnant,

Ren:Th-Thank you Blake.

Jaune:Ruby, your drive to do what’s right is always something I admire.

Ruby:A….And now?

Jaune:It still is.

Ruby:….

Jaune:Not everyone can stick your guns like you do.

Ruby:* lip quivers* Th-That’s so cheating. *hides face* You can’t just say that to me!

Nora:You think you’re so clever, making sure everyone is a mess so nobody can compliment you.

Jaune:*offers tissues*

Nora:I’ve always admired your determination, but I think it’s worth noting just how much faith you have in us.

Jaune:I’m-I’m a leader.

Ren:You’re a believer.

Ruby:A gentle soul.

Jaune:…I’m keeping these tissues now.

Oscar:*opens door* Hey! Em and I are back with the fo- what is happening.

Everyone:*crying*…..Feelings.

Emerald:…Nope. *closes door*

[biancadoes1]

You are definitely the most level person I follow.

We have:

Swinging from depresso to depresso

Vs

They are married and starting a family!

You are reality and fact based. You prevent panicks. And just... thank you, y'know?

First, to get this out of the way, and this is no offense to you anon at all, but I do want to publicly state this.

Anything pertaining to FAMILY in ANY CAPACITY, in ANY FORM is not something I will talk about on this blog. I hope you're all understanding what I'm saying without having to say it. It's an uncomfortable topic for many and I'm sensitive to that.

Talk about it in private group chats all day but I want to keep it off public platforms to reduce any risk of it being seen by more people. I don't even want to publish this but I'm making it clear right now.

Please respect this. This is non-negotiable.

Now, all that to say, I definitely have my own unhinged, crazy ideas that I never discuss publicly. I prefer to keep my opinions as level headed as I can with what I believe is happening and what I say on here tends to be more in line with what I really feel so you guys aren't missing out on anything, trust me.

I'm positive there are many out there who think I'm a crazy bitch and that's fine. I haven't given a fuck what people think about me in a long time and I'm not going to start with some hoes online. If people like what I have to say, they'll stay.

If they don't, they'll go.

But I appreciate your compliment anon and I'm glad to have you here, friend.

[infinite--92]

At the science and development conference, Dr. Miranda Hale found herself in a rare position of being the center of attention. Her reputation in the medical community had grown, especially after the work she had done with Sophie, Emily, and their condition. The university had invited her to speak about the hormonal changes and experimental treatments that were still in the early stages, but with great potential. It was a topic that was both controversial and intriguing, drawing the interest of many in the academic world.

Miranda, though usually shy and reserved, had become more comfortable with public speaking over time. She stood at the podium, explaining the scientific principles behind her work with clarity and passion. Her hands were steady as she clicked through her slides, her voice confident, though a little quieter than some of the other speakers. As the lecture went on, she could sense the curiosity and intrigue from the audience, especially as she described the unique phenomenon that Sophie and Emily were experiencing.

The Q&A

When the lecture ended, Miranda sat down at the front of the room for the Q&A session. A few questions came from the audience, some technical, others more personal in nature, all of them eager to understand the potential implications of her work.

One student in particular—a young man in his early twenties, wearing glasses and a casual blazer—had been asking several follow-up questions. He seemed particularly focused on the details of the hormonal adjustments and the potential outcomes of the ongoing experiments. His questions were sharp and precise, showing that he had a genuine interest in the subject. His enthusiasm was almost contagious, and Miranda found herself engaged in the exchange, enjoying the intellectual challenge.

After a while, however, his questions took a more personal turn, hinting at an unusual curiosity about the human side of the research. He asked about how the women involved in the study felt about the changes, how they had coped with the rapid physical transformations, and whether any of them had formed a deeper connection to the process itself. Miranda answered carefully, always sticking to the scientific facts, but it was clear that this student was more interested in the personal implications of the research.

After the Conference

Once the conference had concluded, most of the attendees filed out of the lecture hall, eager to continue networking or head to the next session. Miranda was gathering her notes when she noticed the same male student from earlier approaching her.

"Dr. Hale," he said, his voice a bit more nervous now that the formalities of the Q&A were over, "I really appreciate your talk today. It was fascinating—so insightful."

Miranda offered a polite smile. "Thank you. I'm glad you found it interesting."

The student hesitated for a moment before continuing, his eyes searching for the right words. "I—uh, I just wanted to say... I find your work really inspiring. And, well..." He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, clearly gathering courage. "I think you're really attractive. And if you're open to it, I'd love to meet with you sometime. Maybe we could have coffee or dinner? Just to talk more, maybe—about your work, or anything else."

Miranda was momentarily taken aback. She had grown accustomed to intellectual admiration for her work, but this kind of personal compliment was new. She had been so focused on her research and the community she was building that the idea of romantic or personal attention from others had never really crossed her mind. She could tell from the student's expression that he was genuine, though perhaps a little too forward for her comfort.

Miranda smiled politely but firmly. "I appreciate the compliment, but I think it's important to maintain professional boundaries. I’m here to focus on my research and the work we’re doing, and I hope you understand that." Her tone was kind, but clear in its intention to redirect the conversation.

The student seemed slightly embarrassed but nodded quickly. "Of course, Dr. Hale. I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine," Miranda reassured him, her voice softening. "It's just that I prefer to keep things professional, especially in academic settings. But I do appreciate your interest in my work."

The student gave a small nod, clearly trying to hide his disappointment. "Right, of course. Well, thank you again for the talk. It was really eye-opening."

Miranda smiled again. "You're welcome. I'm glad you found it valuable."

As the student turned to leave, Miranda took a deep breath. She was used to being respected for her intellect, but this encounter felt different. It was the first time in a long while that someone had expressed personal admiration for her outside of professional or academic contexts. While she appreciated the compliment, it made her realise that she wasn’t quite sure how to navigate this new territory. She had always been so focused on her work that personal matters like this hadn’t been on her radar. But perhaps, with the changes she was experiencing in her own life, it was time to reflect on how she might want to handle relationships, both personal and professional, moving forward.

As she packed up her things and prepared to leave, Miranda couldn’t help but think about the unexpected nature of this world she was now part of. It wasn’t just about science and development anymore—it was about navigating her own journey, both professionally and personally, and figuring out where her place was in it all.

[philistiniphagottini]

*on my knees* may I please get Aven x chubby female reader with sixty-nine (congratulations on the milestone 🎉) we need more chubby female readers so thank u so much for your service

Thank you Anon for the compliment, I really appreciate it. I love writing chubby/plus size and it feels so freeing. Gonna give everyone brain worms whether they like it or not lmao. Hope you enjoy~

Aventurine + 69

Nutvember

cw. smut, oral sex (both receiving), 69, squirting, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

"Hmm, your pussy looks pretty" Aventurine purred into the heat of your fat cunt, fingers dipping into the drooling folds until it opened up like a flower in bloom. "And so wet. Is this all for me, baby?"

You didn’t get the chance to feel embarrassed about your compromising position as Aventurine’s saccharine voice dripped into your ears, your head stuffed full of so much cotton just like Aventurine’s cock was currently stuffed in your mouth. You moaned around his thick girth, beads of drool dribbling down your spit-soaked lips as your knees shuddered beside Aventurine’s head, thick thigh shuffling closer together as you caged him in. A pleasant heat ran along the ridges of your spine, slowly pooling into the pit of your stomach as Aventurine cooed below you, his hot breath puffing against the creamy folds of your pussy as he continued to empty your head of every single thought. 

A warm chuckle breezed past Aventurine’s lips at your current, dishevelled state, his cock bobbing uselessly in your mouth like a thermometer as your tongue lolled from the corner of your bruised lips. 

"What’s wrong pretty girl? Cat got your tongue?"

He lazily swatted your backside, feeling the skin ripple beneath the sting of his hand as he kneaded at your soft cheeks like a contented cat. A soft whimper bubbled up your throat as your body rocked forward, the flushed bud of your clit aching between your chubby folds as more beads of slick flowed from your core like a river. Aventurine’s hands curled around your plump hips as he dragged your needy cunt back towards his mouth, his devilish tongue flickering behind his teeth as he squeezed the soft pudge of your love handles between the palms of his hands. Another warm hum stirred in your chest as you swallowed around him, the hug of your throat slowly getting tighter as your legs continued to tremble around Aventurine’s head. Wisps of his hair tickled the plush insides of your thighs as his hands slipped down to the round globes of your cheeks, grabbing at the scruff of your arse and spreading you apart until you were completely exposed to his hungry gaze. Your hips rocked forward again as you shied away, his hot breath on your exposed holes as your long lashes fluttered wildly over your burning cheeks.

"Don’t be shy" Aventurine soothed. "This way, we both get to please and be pleased."

Those were the last words to fall from his parted lips before he pressed forward and sealed his mouth over the pulsing heat at the apex of your thighs. A blistering moan stung your parched throat as you struggled to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head from his touch. A pleased hum vibrated between your shaky legs, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter as your blood simmered in your veins. The heat slowly ate away at your insides as Aventurine’s skilled tongue swirled through your soused folds, your sweet nectar webbing on his lips as the tip of his tongue toyed with the pearl sitting at the top of your pussy. Your hands grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets, nails threatening to start tearing holes as your voice echoed around the stuffy bedroom, the sound only slightly muffled with Aventurine’s dick still throbbing in the hot confines of your throat. 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he slipped deeper, the tips of your ears burning at the wet sound Aventurine made as he scooped up a mixture of your essence and his saliva along the cushion of his tongue before swallowing thickly. The tip of his weeping cock made a mess in your mouth as you continued to drool around him, stars swirling in your wavering vision as the cant of your hips tried to match the rhythm of his tongue. Another pleased hum vibrated between your thighs as Aventurine’s hands sunk into your plump rump, his grip tight enough to leave bruises as he buried his face deeper between your cheeks, stuffing more of your gorgeous pussy into his mouth with an obscene pop. Your sumptuous body swayed above him, the tips of your pert nipples brushing against his searing skin as the pleasure inside your belly clawed at your insides, trying to break free and take you along for the ride.

Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as the push of Aventurine’s tongue grew rougher, twisting and swirling around your folds as he spelled his name and making the fluttering hole of your pussy clench around nothing in desperation. Another spark of flaring friction raced across the puffy bud of your clit, the aching bundle of nerves lapping up any attention it received as your own tongue followed along the throbbing vein of Aventurine’s twitching cock. He was willing to suffocate between the pillowy press of your plump thighs as his voice was swallowed by the heat of your cunt, lips sucking on your drenched folds as he sloppily made out with your pussy. Your boiling hot nerves shocked you like a live wire as the sensations all became too much, your vision turning white for a few, brief seconds as the tidal wave of bliss finally crashed and washed over you. 

The bliss flooded your veins in white hot relief, your back bending in a beautiful arc as fireworks erupted in the pit of your soft belly. Your juices squirted from your core in a violent rush, splattering against Aventurine’s face and pooling onto his waiting tongue. Your sweet honey quenched his dry throat as he greedily lapped up every drop, a muffled "Oh fuck" breathed into the meat of your thighs as the tip of his cock abruptly exploded in sticky white threads. His hot seed filled your mouth and dripped down the back of your throat in thick rivulets as you swallowed thickly, throat bobbing as you drank your fill. You pulled off the end of Aventurine’s cock with a soft pop, tongue lapping at the last, few beads still clinging to his skin as he made himself busy with lazily tongue fucking the fluttering hole of your creamy pussy. He didn’t stop until you got off of him, but even then he chased after you, nestling between your thick thighs again as your back hit the mattress with a dull thud. 

He peered up at you with lidded eyes as his fingers danced along the button of your clit, the dregs of pleasure in your system smouldering with an eager ember just waiting to be ignited once more. You watched Aventurine with a curious tilt of your head, eyes heavy as your pulse filled your ears and the hairs on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. 

"Wanna go again, pretty baby?" Aventurine asked, his voice thick with a haze of lust. 

You hummed in thought as you contemplated on an answer, fingers tangled in his soft locks of hair as you regarded your dear gambler; pondering just what answer you were going to give.

[hoshinasblade]

you are so close to gaslighting yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe you have already told hoshina's mom in the past what your favorite tea is.

the problem with that thought is today was the first time you met the mother of your boyfriend.

you denied it in your head - for all you know, perhaps mrs. hoshina is just really a good at guessing. that, or you are going batshit crazy.

because at that very day, people you have met for the first time - people who may be friends with hoshina soshiro but are practically strangers to you - seem to be aware of small details about you.

captain ashiro complimented you on your blue dress after shaking your hands, saying it's obvious why it is your favorite color, emphasizing how it brings out the intensity of your eyes. even okonogi, who you know works directly with the third division's vice-captain, had a specific joyful aura on her friendly face as she offered to hang out with you in the future, mentioning how she is a fan of true crime documentaries too and suggesting in the same breath that you should try the pudding sold in the headquarter's cafeteria.

you could have let all of that go if only you did not blush like a teenager after hoshina's own older brother called you by your childhood nickname during family dinner.

"i'm sorry." hoshina's hand found yours, his thumb drawing patterns on your wrist. he knows you'd been on edge since morning, and although this is entirely your idea - meeting his friends and his family in one day - he wouldn't blame you if you're overwhelmed.

"they did their research on me or something," you tried to laugh the nerves away. it didn't work.

"ah." hoshina suddenly looked guity. " that. well -" he stopped for a moment, gathering his wits, choosing the right words to say. "i mean, it makes sense that everyone who actually knows me would know about you, really."

you wanted to joke as a response; you wanted to say that he's talkative and tends to yap for hours about stuff he loves so yes, people around him would naturally know things about you. but then you caught yourself because this is yet another confirmation of what hoshina soshiro had been telling you for months now - that you are someone he loves.

you did not know being known could feel this sweet.

"huh. do you reckon i can extort them for information about you next time?" this time it was your turn to grab hoshina's hand, and with your forefinger, you traced three little words on the warm skin of his palm.

[author's note: hello guys, i know i haven't been posting a lot anymore, but i am thankful to everyone who still remembers this blog - yes i can read your asks, yes i see that you've tagged me in a fic, yes i checked my notifications in this blog every now and then. it might take me long to respond most of the time so apologies in advance but please know that i appreciate all interactions from everyone.

also i dont need to remind you but i don't tolerate copy-pasting or reposting any of my works anywhere. i read a lot from here too, and other writers can attest to this as well - we know if a line or a paragraph from any of our works is copied and/or reworded. ]

[codemiracle]

im so concerned for these men. Yuuta is the only one who can cook, are the others surviving off fast food, frozen meals, and ramen? *makes them all a hearty meal*

Also speaking of meals I love your art style, 100% yummy and nutritious feast for my eyes every time you post!

Yeah. NONE of these guys can't cook for SHIT. like, they're literally living based on fast food or things of the sort. Yuuta is the only one capable of cooking bc he had to for his mother's sake, he's pretty good at cooking as well. Seth doesn't need food so he doesn't even care lol. Tatsu and Yotsuya are just lazy/too busy to cook.

Nope, lol. Tbh Dr. Kurosaki is living off the food he gets at the hospital or treats the students give him, he's never at home so he never learned how to cook. He prepares some good tea though, and has an entire collection of flavors that he brews and makes himself.

[silverblade87]

olá ! ^w^ i am curious what fandoms u were in before dream smp (if any)? your art is so well-developed and so refreshing !!! <3

(and if u are still taking art requests from like 10 days ago, you should doodle some kind of crossover between ur last fandom and this one :D )

I was in the qsmp fandom! Not that i ever posted anything while i was in it, but i was watching streams everyday and trying to get every piece of lore i could.

The qsmp ending is actually what got me into dsmp, which made me come back into doing digital art :-)

[good-beans]

this is so stupid but i always have fun imagining the milgram characters watching their own/others mvs and seeing their reactions, especially for MeMe

That’s not stupid at all, thank you so much for the ask!! It’s sooo interesting to think about! I planned on just posting this drabble, but the more I thought about it, the more I started jotting down headcanons for everyone 👀 Of course there’s the initial disbelief and shock that Milgram can really do what it claims, but once they accept that, they’d have a lot of interesting reactions…

Es gets to watch the video first, then the prisoners are free to watch their own in the privacy of the courtroom/extraction room/wherever. Other prisoners can watch them only with explicit permission from the video’s singer. No one is allowed to watch Undercover except for Es. At first they spend hours looking at those final frames of themself flinching from the camera, hoping to jog any sort of memories, but eventually they give up on it. While actually watching it, they don’t mind the murder silhouettes. While sleeping, however, it has triggered more than one nightmare.

Haruka: He thinks Weakness is very pretty – he’s amazed seeing himself on the screen and hearing his voice, knowing he’s not that good of a singer. Even before his innocent verdict, it gives him a huge surge of confidence. Once he gets to know the others better, he gives them mv permissions, then stares intently at their faces to see their reactions as they watch it. AKAA scares him a bit, seeing his own intense emotions on screen, and he only gives Muu permission to see it. When he’s alone, Haruka pauses the shots of his mother, just to stare for a while.

Yuno: Laughs at the symbolism her mind used in Umbilical. She’s never shied away from sexual words/thoughts, so it's funny the video was as tame as it was. She thinks the song is fun, and isn’t afraid to show the others and sing snippets of it around the prison. Some days it’s too emotional for her to get into it, but most of the time she tries to display a confident attitude about it. After Tear Drop, she’s satisfied with her anger and more overtly sexual images. If anything, she feels too exposed by the shots of herself looking more vulnerable/sad. 

Fuuta: He experiences a solid mix of embarrassment at the gaming theme in Bring it On and feeling a surge of pride that he looks badass in the knight’s armor. He’s worried the warden won’t take him seriously with the video game obsession, but he absolutely loves the song and thinks it portrays his toughness and ideals well. He’s less thrilled with Backdraft, everything about it unsettles and embarasses him. He’s thrown by the shot of crossing out his own silhouette – he’d had self-harming thoughts, but wasn’t quite ready to confront them so blatantly yet. Like Haruka, he can be caught pausing the arcade shot just for a moment before turning the whole thing off and storming away.

Muu: She has mixed emotions towards After Pain. She hates seeing herself look so weak and pathetic, but it gives her a lot of hope that her story will be understood. She misses her friends, and seeing them again is bittersweet. She closes her eyes at the moment of the stabbing – she’s only gotten the courage to watch it through her fingers once. She watches INMF once, then refuses to look at it again from shame/horror. Despite Haruka’s begging, she doesn’t let him watch it, either. 

Shidou: He asks Es what they saw in Throw Down. Upon finding out his family wasn’t in it, he chooses not to watch it. He believes he already knows all about his emotions and crime, so there’s no need to go through that pain again. He’s tempted to watch it when he’s confused about Es’ verdict, but still holds off. He does watch Triage when informed his family is in it. He spends hours in front of the screen by himself. Only after seeing that one does he watch Throw Down, though he’s still left confused about Es’ decisions.

Mahiru: Absolutely loves TIHTBILWY. She thinks it perfectly describes her situation, and that the song is very cute. She lets others watch it, and unlike Yuno, feels like singing it 24/7. It reminds her of her bf, and she thinks that’s very romantic. Similar to Shidou, she spends a lot of time watching I Love You just to look at her boyfriend. She shows it to everyone, just to show him off and talk about him, even if she does skip over the beginning and end each time.

Kazui: He is very similar to Shidou; he refuses to watch his videos until T2, assuming it would be too painful to watch something he already knows and wishes to avoid. Unlike Shidou, seeing Hinako is far too painful, and he regrets watching it and seeing her so happy on their wedding day. Though maybe he’s still waiting, and hasn’t seen any of the videos yet…

Amane: Magic makes her worry more than anything. She fears she’s poisoned by unnecessary vainness since so much of her video involves cute things, colors, outfits, animals, and is set up like a tv show. She’s also worried that Es and the others will really see her as a child because of how cute the whole thing is. She prevents herself from watching it too many times, but buried under all her fears, it gives her a surge of pride seeing herself so talented and pretty and the star of the show. Purge March only reaffirms her confidence in her crime – the video brings up some awful memories, but it shows her as a leader, a warrior, a hero! It brings her comfort and confidence more than anything.

Mikoto/John: The videos are distressing to both of them, and they spend all their time studying the others’ screentime. Mikoto watches in horror as John does things that line up with his spotty memories, and John panics seeing that his actions distress Mikoto more than they’ve reassured/saved him. John does end up watching his own scenes a few times – it feels incredibly good to appear in a way that Mikoto may finally notice him. He feels seen. Now, logically I think that MeMe would be the final tipping point in which Mikoto finally accepts the situation and his DID, but if I must stick to his canon denial, then I’d say he goes on a whole rant about movie magic andt the crazy things you can do with editing nowadays. He doesn’t have a good explanation on how Milgram found his home and knew so much about him, but he explains everything away as cgi or camera effects. Double manages to sway him a bit more, as he hears John speak so plainly to him. Just as the audience had some debate on who was apologizing at the end of Double, Mikoto and John wonder who is apologizing to whom. Though they both come to the conclusion it’s their own apology, they decide that if it was the others’, they’d accept it and forgive them.

Kotoko: She’s very pleased with Harrow, and is unashamed to show it to the others. Though she’d been able to watch a few of the previous prisoners’ videos, it still shakes her a bit when she realizes that Milgram really does have the tech to look deep inside her. She watches it just a few times – not obsessing over it, but not afraid either. Deep Cover, however, is a once-and-done sort of deal. She claims she’s not letting the others watch it because “they couldn’t handle such harsh but true criticisms about themselves,” but she doesn’t end up watching it anymore herself, either.

[miguxadraws]

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[spamsandsuch]

btw im sorry i never really reply to comments/compliments directly i actually really appreciate them i just have bad social anxiety online /gen

[2aceofspades]

I absolutely love your traditional sketches and can't wait to see more of them! They're brilliant! /genuine

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[autismsupersoldier]

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[dollya-robinprotector]

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[roguemonsterfucker]

Hey y'all

compliment people more

it really does wonders

I complimented my nurse today's hair and she was thrilled (she had really pretty dyed pink and yellow and orange hair that she said was partially an accident but it looked STUNNING)

plus she'd had a really bad day because a patient had yelled at her for something that wasn't her fault so I made sure to let her know she was doing great and it really seemed to help her feel better.

Just. Please. Find opportunities to compliment people.

[our-transmasculine-experience]

i think i may be some form of transmasc genderqueer. like guy but not. idk this gender stuff sucks all i know is i want to go on T lol.

(p.s. thank you for this blog and your kind words <3)

gender stuff does suck, but i’m glad you’ve found a label you’re comfortable with! i hope you can go on testosterone in the future.