#also i just think it would be so funny to have him walk into the bar when karen and the boys are all there

[zushikiss]

night time confusion

summary ; your lover is sleeping and you decide to wake them up.. only to tell them to sleep again!

warnings ; use of several petnames, mentions of cursing in wanderer’s but that’s it, feel free to send an ask if i forgot any!

pairing ; heizou, diluc, wanderer, kaeya x gn!reader (separately)

notes ; hi guys i love my gf btw, ALSO I SAW THIS PRANK ON TIKTOK AND idk i thought it was kinda funny teehee, i missed genshin so i think i’m gonna start posting again, also if i did the current boyfriend trend thing, who would you want to see?

HEIZOU

Your detective lover was already deep asleep, he’s been on leave since he cracked a huge case, though you think it’s time to have a little fun, just to keep him on his toes, y’know?

“Babe, wake up.”

Heizou was a pretty light sleeper, his eyes fluttered open, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as he looked around.

“What’s wrong, lover?”

“You should go to sleep, it’s already late.”

He looked at the clock at your bedside table, nodding before laying down, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Go to sleep, ‘s not fun playing tricks this late, lover.”

He mumbled, still half asleep. In the morning he got you back with something mundane, like putting your coffee in a bowl and your cereal in a mug, or something of the sorts.

DILUC

Your fiancé was snoring slightly, deep asleep as his arm was heavily wrapped around your middle. You tapped his shoulder once. Then again, and a few more times before he shuffled around, pulling you closer. He spoke in a deep voice, still dripping with sleep.

“What’s the matter?”

One of his eyes opened, peeking at you.

“Hm, we should go to sleep, it’s already late.”

“You sure? What’s wrong?”

He waited till you fell asleep first, his arm cradling you a bit closer, he asked a couple bajillion times to make sure nothing was wrong and you didn’t need or want anything. The next morning, Diluc acted indifferent, simply shrugging it off while plating your waffles.

“I thought you needed something.”

“It’s fine if I wake you up in the middle of the night for something?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? I’m marrying you.”

WANDERER

He’d been a little more teasing these days, maybe it was the Liyue air making him act up. You decided to go for a little vacation to the neighboring nations, just to explore a bit. You tugged on his collar. His brow furrows and you know he’s awake, he’s just not opening his eyes yet. You lightly yank his sleeve to which he wakes up.

“What?”

“Nothing, we should go to sleep.”

“That was what I was doing till you decided to wake me up, are you sure it’s for nothing?”

“Yes.”

“Archons, I’m trying not to cuss you right now.”

“You know you love me.”

He rolls his eyes, putting one of his arms on the pillow so you could lay your head on it.

“Go to sleep.”

The next morning he was a bit grumpy, but he still held your hand as you walked along the harbor, so you knew he didn’t care, much at least.

KAEYA

He’d always been the playful one, but lately he’s been teasing a certain cute spark knight a little too much. Now, you loved your husband dearly, but you also loved Klee, and you had made a little promise to get her uncle Kaeya back.

“Kaeya, honey, my love, get up.”

“What? What’s happening? Who’s there?”

“Let’s go to sleep already, Kae.”

You tried to suppress your laughter, though this cavalry captain had already gotten the gist of your joke.

“Not funny, my beauty sleep is important.”

He acted mad, had a pout, yet he still cuddled you a bit closer. The next morning, he acted dramatically, saying that he aged ten years from his lack of sleep.

[hoon4lia]

Jealousy , Jealousy

paring: meandom!jungwon x bratty!sub!reader

synopsis: You went to a team dinner with your boyfriend, Jungwon. It should’ve been a fun night—but instead, he barely even looked at you. He was too busy talking to everyone else. So, if he wasn’t going to give you attention, maybe someone else would. And what better choice than the one person Jungwon can’t stand? A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone… right

warnings: oral sex, unprotected sex, jungwon is mean at first… but becomes nicer! finger sucking, size kink, overstimulating, praise kink, jungwon calls reader princess, baby, angel (ok this is where it goes downhill) slut, whore, and bitch, jungwon kinda slips the word mommy towards the end, riding, spanking, mentions of eunseok from riize, jungwon is mean when talking about eunseok (calm down this is all fake)

wc: Tbh idek

authors note: since this won the poll here you guys go! I might do a jay fic next or jake… ANYWAYS I’m very sick and I’m traveling so please excuse my writing <3 also this is not proofread (got inspired by two authors.. sadly I don’t have their @ I’m very sorry :()

enhypen taglist: open!!! send an ask to be added

The restaurant was loud, full of laughter and clinking glasses, you sat beside Jungwon, close enough to feel the heat of his arm, but not his attention. His focus was everywhere but… you. He was too busy talking to the others; joking with his teammates, throwing his head back when someone said something funny, like you weren’t even there. Your food untouched, your mood sinking by the second.

The past couple of days, he wouldn’t even talk to you—just short, cold replies. It felt like you were invisible. You get that he’s busy with work, but this wasn’t that. This was him choosing to act like you didn’t matter. Like you were nobody.

You tried. Tried touching his hand under the table, tried leaning into him when you spoke, but it was useless. He nodded, gave you a short smile, and turned back to the group like you were just another plus-one.

Fine.

You stood quietly, smoothing your dress, your eyes sweeping the restaurant until they landed on the bar. The bar was off to the side, lit by soft lights.. Without saying a word, you walked away.

You needed a drink and maybe a little attention.

Sliding onto a barstool, you caught the bartender’s eye, ordered something sweet and strong, and let your shoulders relax for the first time that night. You felt someone sit a few stools away, but didn’t look… until you heard the voice.

“Well, this is unexpected.”

You turned your head slowly, already knowing who it was.

Eunseok.

Of course it had to be him. Jungwon’s least favorite person. The tension between them was no secret; colder than ice in meetings, fake smiles during games, jabs passed off as jokes. You always stayed out of it. But right now? You didn’t mind stepping in.

“Is it?” you asked, swirling your drink as you looked him over. “I figured you’d show up eventually.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little. “Didn’t think I’d find you alone.”

You smirked. “Neither did I.”

The corners of his mouth lifted, just slightly, and that’s when you knew: he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked.

You just nodded, knowing you never let anyone buy you drinks unless it’s Jungwon.

And across the room, you didn’t have to look to know Jungwon had finally noticed.

You took a slow sip of your drink, eyes still on Eunseok. He didn’t look away either.

“You’re really just gonna sit here alone?” he asked, voice low. You gave a small shrug. “Better than sitting next to someone who doesn’t notice I’m there.” you said with a frown.

He smiled at that. Not a wide grin, just enough to show he understood. Or maybe enough to show he enjoyed hearing it.

“Jungwon’s a fool,” Eunseok said, turning his glass in his hand. “I would’ve noticed you right away.”

Your eyes narrowed, but your lips curled up anyway. “Would you?”

He nodded, still watching you like you were something interesting. Something worth seeing. You didn’t respond. You just let your fingers trace the rim of your glass, slow and soft. You could feel it; Jungwon’s stare from across the room. And maybe it made you feel a little guilty. But maybe it also made you feel seen.

Eunseok leaned in just a bit closer, like he had something more to say. “You know… if you’re bored, I could help with that.”

You laughed under your breath. “I bet you could.”

5 minutes past by, you were wondering why jungwon hasn’t said anything or dragged you out the bar.

So.. you went a little far and let Eunseok touch you a little—his hand on your shoulder or on your thighs while you guys laughed and giggled.

Behind you, a chair scraped loudly against the floor.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

You didn’t turn around right away.

You just took another sip of your drink, keeping your eyes on Eunseok, who was clearly enjoying this more than he should.

Then you heard the steps.

Slow. Heavy. Getting closer.

Eunseok looked past you, smirk widening. “Looks like someone finally woke up.”

You turned slightly on your stool, just in time to see Jungwon stop a few feet away, jaw tight, eyes locked on you like you were some kind of puzzle he didn’t like the look of.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice low. Calm, but sharp. You gave him a sweet smile. “Getting a drink.” you answered softly. Jungwon frowned, “With him?” You raised your eyebrows. “You seemed busy.” His eyes flicked to Eunseok, then back to you. “So you ran to him?”

Eunseok sat back in his seat, looking way too pleased. “She didn’t run. She walked. Calm, like she had a reason.”

Jungwon’s eyes darkened. “No one asked you.”

“Didn’t have to,” Eunseok said smoothly, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Your silence said a lot.”

The tension was thick now, heavy in the air between all three of you. You stayed quiet for a moment, then stood up, fixing your dress with one quick motion.

But Jungwon had enough.

You barely made it two steps before you felt his hand wrap around your wrist.

Firm. Yet gentle. No words, just action.

“Jungwon—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

He pulled you with him, past the bar, past the tables, past the team pretending not to watch. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was tight. Like he couldn’t trust himself to let go.

The cold air outside hit you fast. The sound of the door slamming behind you echoed through the quiet night. He didn’t say a word as he walked you across the lot, straight to his car.

He opened the passenger side and looked at you. No anger. No smile. Just eyes full of something sharp, wild, and unreadable.

He didn’t have to say anything.

You got in.

Because how could you not after seeing him like that?

He slammed the door shut and stormed around to the driver’s side, yanking it open and sliding in beside you. His jaw was locked, his hands gripping the wheel like he might snap it in half.

You just sat there, legs crossed, not a care in the world.

“Gonna drive or just sit there all night being jealous?” you asked, eyes wide with fake innocence.

He didn’t answer.

So you smiled. “Or wait, are we just gonna sit here in silence while you try to figure out how to tell me you’re jealous without actually saying it?”

His head turned slowly, eyes sharp.

You tilted yours, biting your lip. “You looked cute back there. All grumpy and quiet while I laughed at Eunseok’s jokes.”

He didn’t say anything, but the muscle in his jaw twitched. Losing his tie.

You leaned closer, voice sweet but sharp. “Didn’t like that, huh? Didn’t like seeing me talk to someone who actually looks at me when I speak?”

Still nothing.

So you giggled. “You’re mad, but you’re the one who ignored me all night. I just got a little bored. Is that a crime?”

Finally, his voice came low and tense: “You want attention?”

You shrugged, smiling way too wide. “Mhm. And I got it.”

He stared at you, breathing a little heavier now.

“You want attention?” he said again, voice low, like he was warning you.

But you just smiled, leaning back in your seat like you’d won.

“Mmhm. Thought I made that clear,” you said, dragging out the words, smug. “But if you need me to spell it out for you—”

He suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned across the center console, fast.

Your breath hitched.

His hand caught your chin, tilting your face toward him, not rough, but not soft either. His eyes were dark, focused, and way too close.

“You think this is a game?” he said quietly. “Flirting with Eunseok, laughing in my face, acting like I wouldn’t do anything about it?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

He let out a small laugh, cold and sharp. “You’re so damn proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?”

You blinked up at him, still trying to play tough. “Maybe. You never seem to care unless I act like this.”

He leaned in closer, voice brushing against your skin. “That’s because you like pushing me. You want a reaction? You like when I get like this.”

You swallowed, heart racing. Still refusing to back down. “And what if I do?”

He smirked, hand still on your face. “Then you better be ready to deal with what you started.”

Jungwon held your gaze for one long second, eyes dark, jaw tight, then let go of your chin without a word. He leaned back, clipped his seatbelt into place, and started the car.

The drive was dead silent.

You didn’t say anything. You knew better now.

He didn’t even glance your way the whole ride. Just one hand on the wheel, the other tapping lightly on his thigh like he was trying to keep himself in check. You shifted in your seat, legs crossed tight, eyes fixed out the window, but your stomach flipped every time the car turned.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, he cut the engine and stepped out without saying a word.

Your door opened a second later. His hand reached in.

“Out,” he said, calm but sharp.

You got out.

He didn’t give you time to play this time. Just grabbed your wrist again, tight, certain and led you inside.

The door slammed shut behind you.

Still silent.

No lights on except the faint glow from the hallway.

You didn’t even make it five steps into the house before his hand left your wrist and found your waist instead, steering you fast, straight toward the bedroom.

He sits on the edge of the bed while you stand in front of him. “Strip.” his voice low, giving you goosebumps. “W-what” you replied, blushing like crazy. “I said fucking strip.”

Your fingers fumbled at the zipper of your dark red dress. But your hands wouldn’t work right…not under the weight of his stare. You tugged at the zipper, frustrated, and let out a small huff.

Behind you, Jungwon stood up.

You didn’t even need to turn to feel it—his presence, his heat, the way the air shifted the second he moved.

A scoff.

“God,” he muttered, voice cold. “You can’t even do one thing right?” Before you could shoot back, he was already in front of you—hands on your hips, spinning you around with ease.

Then one hand slid up your back, smooth and slow, and you felt his fingers grab the zipper. He pulled it down in one slow motion. The sound filled the silence.

His breath hit the back of your neck, warm, heavy, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you.

You stayed still. Quiet. Waiting.

“Sorry,” you whispered, not turning around. “But you didn’t seem to care when I did—”

Before you could finish Jungwon cut you off, leaning in to your ear, as you dress dropped to the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. “Oh, trust me,” he said low, voice brushing your skin. “You’re about to find out what happens when you do.”

He sits back down on the bed, looking up at you. “Get on your knees.” And you did… cause how could you not when he looked like that.

“Fucking slut.” He muttered. “Letting other men touch you, mm?” your hand land on his thighs, eyes looking up at him. “Take it off” he whispered. You unbuckle his belt and then take off his pants along with his boxers. The clothes joining your dress, somewhere on the floor.

You grab his cock in your both your hands. He was leaking with pre-cum, making your thighs squeeze together. You give it a little kitten lick, but he wasn’t having it.

“You wanna tease me? After all you did tonight?” He scoffs. “Your fucking asking for it” he grabs your hair into a ponytail “Open that filthy mouth, princess”

He forcefully pull your head down his length. Not allowing adjust to it. Jungwon begins to face fuck you. Moving his hips back and forth, pushing his cock down your throat as far as it could… and he was fucking huge. You gagged, tears threatening to fall already.

“Making me look like I don’t have good dick” he voice deep. He was pissed. “So fucking needy for my attention, you needed to find new dick?” He groans when you try to move your head away. “Mmm!!” You try to speak but you can’t due to his dick stuffed in your mouth “What’s that baby?” He lets out a laugh.

You tap his thighs trying to get out of this. He keeps moving his hips back and forth while you clench around nothing. He hits the back of your throat, releasing his load in your mouth before letting you fall back to the floor.

“Swallow” and you for surely did.

He grabs your wrist, pulling you up. “Get on the bed” all you do is nod, following his order

You were sitting on top of him, your back on his chest. He takes off your bra, and panties, as his fingers slide across your folds. “W-won!” You squeeze your thighs together with his hand in between. “Uh-ah. Open your legs, angel”

He grabs your thighs, ripping your legs open. “Be a good girl for me” he starts drawing circles on your clit. “Fuck, w-wonnie” but that lasts one second before he grabs your chin and kisses you. The kiss was full of each other saliva and heat. “You’re so fucking hot” you moan out in the kiss. He smiles against the kiss, kissing you even harder.

His finger slide into you making you moan out loud. You pull away from the kiss looking at him. “Tell me baby” he mutters “are you wet because of eunseok, mm?” you shake your head, not trusting your voice. “Use your words, angel” you whimper when he goes faster “fuck! N-no.. only wet for you!” you manage to say. “Good”

Right when you were about to cum, he pulls his fingers out. “Jungwon!” you whine, when he put his finger in your mouth, making you taste yourself “You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easily?” he laughs at you.

Your hand goes down to your pussy, rubbing circles on it trying to make yourself cum but jungwon stops you. “Did I say you could cum?” You look up at him and shake your head.

He flips you over.

Face down ass up.

He lines up at your entrance.

Pushes in… but stops

“Fuuuuckk” he moans out. “So fucking tight.” “W-won.. please f-fuck me.” he smirks

“Beg.”

You whine, when he grabs your arms and places them on your back, one hand on your wrists. “Fucking beg for it like you were begging for my attention earlier” he says but you were still quiet—whimpering.

Then he pulls out, tapping his dick on your ass. “I said beg” his voice in an annoyed tone. “Please.. fuck! Please wonnie! Fuck me.. fuck my hole please” he smirk against your begging “Want me to fill you up?” He asked “Yes, breed my hole” he scoffs, thrusting into you again, slapping your ass.

The room filled up with your moans, jungwons groans, the sound of skin slapping.

“God, fucking love cute little pussy” he drags his cock through you. “Such a fucking bitch for talking to him. His nothing compared to me, you know that” you scream when he goes even faster then ever. “Quite down, angel don’t want people complaining about us” He hits your g-spot. “Fuck! Right there won!” Another slap goes to your ass.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” you nod fast and he scoffs. “Doing so good for me, love you so fuck much” he says against your ear.

“Your fucking mine.”

“This pussy is mine.”

“Your mine to touch, to feel, to fuck, to kiss”

“You understand?”

You nod against the mattress. Jungwon grabs your wrist pulling it up, holding on to you while he pounds into your pussy.

“Who do you belong to you?” his voice low and steady. “Hurry up and answer.” He moans when you clench around his cock. “And maybe I’ll let you —fuuckk— cum”

“You! I belong to you!” you replied. “I’m all yours!”

Jungwon picks you up making you sit on top of him. You slide down on his dick.

This time he fucks into you, like he never did before. He was fast, his eyes darkened—never leaving yours. But you couldn’t help but blush and look away when he stared into your eyes. “Look at me, baby” his hands find your tits, his grip gentle. He sucks on one of your nipples while his other hand played with your other one. All while splitting you open.

“You gonna cum?” he said against your breast. your hands in his hair “yes, please can I cum..!” He moans when you said that “such a good girl for asking” he looks up at you with his eyes while licking your nipple. “Oh my god jungwon!”

“Cum for me, baby” and you most definitely did. Moaning so fucking loud when he bit your nipple when you came. “Shiiit” you whined. But it didn’t stop there. Jungwon came back up, his hands finding your hips.

You fall on your back, his cock slipping out of you. “Too much won” your legs were aching but jungwon was still hard.

“Gonna cum again, with me this time okay?” He said, tilting his head like it was a question even though you knew he was gonna make you, no matter what.

“T-too much, won..” you manage to say your voice cracking. Jungwon pouted “but baby.. you’re gonna either way” he let out a little laugh, his knees in the mattress, spreading your legs and pushing back in.

“Jungwon I can’t!” you screamed “Yeah you can, baby” he says softly “Take it. Take it like the slut you are” he fucks into you, like he never fucked someone. Your moans stuck in your throat, you lips were parted but nothing came out.

“Nghh” jungwon whimpered “g-gonna cum in you.. gonna breed this pussy gonna give you all my fucking babies, make you the best mom ever” you giggled when he started rambling. “Fill me up, wonnie” that was his cue. You both come together.

He fills your walls up with his white warm liquid. Every drop of his cum. “I love you mommy” you choke on you spit “w-what?” Jungwon lifts his head “fuck- I’m so sorry” you giggle “shh, it’s okay, lay on mommy”

He drops down on top of you.

His head was in your neck, whimpering like a puppy in heat.

“your mine.. ngh” his cock twitched in you “Eunseok doesn’t deserve you…” you giggle “I’m all yours baby I promise” he looks at you, and you put your hands on his cheeks. “Don’t do that again, if you want my attention just ask” you nod, laughing. “noted” you say and kiss his lips.

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v sorry for the delay <3 enjoy!

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters' Favorite Disney Movies

As sort of requested by anon. :)

Anon's request was more for favorite movies in general, but I ran a poll for something more specific, and "favorite Disney movies" won. So here is what characters' favorite Disney movies might be if they, you know, could watch Disney movies.

[WAT SPOILERS IN THE GAVINOR ENTRY ONLY]

1. Rlain: Snow White

Rlain: Personally, I just think that humans should all be named after their dominate emotion, just like those dwarves. Rlain: [Nods at Kaladin] "Stormy." Rlain: [Nods at Renarin] "Reflective." Rlain: [Nods at Lift] "Slippery." Renarin: ...Is "Slippery" an emotion? Rlain: Was "Sneezy"? Renarin: You have a point.

2. Siri: Beauty and the Best

Siri: I mean, it's just so romantic! Siri: Ending up locked inside a mysterious castle due to your dad's actions... Siri: Meeting a guy who seems like a scary beast at first... Siri: But then he turns out to just be a huge sweet nerd who likes books... Siri: Magical feasts... Susebron: Our life is a Disney movie? Siri: That's what I'm saying!

3. Gavinor: Lion King [WAT spoilers!!]

Gavinor: I don't like any movies. Gavinor: But at least the Lion King is realistic. Gavinor: First your dad dies. Gavinor: Then you grow up far away from home. Gavinor: Then you kill your uncle. Great uncle. Grandfather. Whatever. Gavinor: And I never even got a funny warthog.

4. Vivenna: Mulan

Vivenna: Girl with a sword. Vivenna: What's not to like?

5. Elhokar: The Emperor's New Groove

Elhokar: Somehow, watching that film, I thought... Elhokar: I am Kuzco. Elhokar: And Kuzco is me. Shallan: You looked WAY better in woman's clothes than he did, though. Elhokar: Too true.

6. Moash: A Bug's Life

Moash: Just saying. Moash: Quite the message in that film.

7. Vin: 101 Dalmatians

Vin: Disney moves are all so...bright and colorful that they're all pretty alien-seeming to me. Vin: At least this movie has something normal. Elend: Talking dogs? Vin: Talking dogs, yeah.

8. Syl: Little Mermaid

Syl: I mean, I literally did want to be where the people are... Syl: I wanted to see, see them dancing... Syl: Walking around on their (what do you call them?) feet... Kaladin: ...You know what feet are. Syl: Shhh, I'm doing a bit here!

9. Steris: Aladdin

Steris: I suppose I just understand that when a man appears who can take you flying, it's hard not to fall in love with him. Wax: Awww... Steris: Had I discovered that you were lying about everything, though, I would have divorced you immediately. Wax: As is only fair.

10. Tress: Princess and the Frog

Tress: I guess I just feel a kinship with Tiana! Tress: Hard work, cooking, your significant other turning into an animal... Charlie: But imagine if you were a rat too, though. Charlie: We would have been adorable. Tress: W-We could have sat in a teacup... Charlie: We could have sat in a teacup.

11. Nale: Pinnochio

Nale: I enjoy the magic world it creates. Nale: Where lying has immediate, visible consequences. Nale: And a man's conscience is a bug with a hat. Lift: ...You need help, man. Nale: How so?

12. Lift: Robin Hood

Lift: Not only is it a great message for kids about how stealing is awesome... Wyndle: [twitches] Lift: ...but I also think it's funny how everyone's an animal! Lift: Look! I drew all of us Radiants as animals too! Wyndle: ...Everyone is a crab? Lift: It's Roshar. Ain't got a lot to work with.

[shellsstardew]

this is actually so good i love it. what’s your art process like?

Loved that ask! I finally have the time to answer it! Did you mean all of it? I'm gonna assume you meant all of it, hehe. Let's go!

THE WRITING PART

Let's just say my note app is FILLED with scenes for the comic. It looks like this :

So in green, how I write the scene and in red, the complete list of all the parts I want to write. The red one is really handy because I can look at the overall story super easily (and count how many parts before the kiss hehehe), this is also how I keep track of scenes I add up in between some of them, sometimes I also slide a scene at an another point in the story if i feel it works better.

I have this planned until the kiss (and then some), and I know what I'll do with them once they get together but didn't bother writing down yet, because getting to the kiss is gonna take a WHILE anyway. Hahaha

The list helps me not having to write them in order too! Usually I take walks with music on and this is how I think about most of my scenes (at the beginning of the comic it was in bed instead of sleeping because I was way too obsessed haha)

Sometimes a scene get born just by listening to a specific song, so then I have to put it a loop to be able to write it in my head, and when that happens, it becomes the song I put at the beginning of the parts! It was the case for Jalousie by Rori for part 15 and New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down by LCD Soundsystem for part 35 :)

THE STORYBOARD PART

So I have a template for my storyboards and it looks like this :

Same as before, helps me to see the overall thing and let me draw out of order. I also like do draw a little checkmark when I finished a line-art, it gives me a little dopamine rush haha

As you can see, Shane was supposed to fully laugh at the end of part 28 but I cut it and replaced it with a snort because I thought it would hit way harder if i saved the true belly laugh for the end of their talk. The amount of times something like this has happened is so funny, like I took back so many Shane smiles in other parts because I couldn't help making him already all mushy hahaha (this is not to torture you guys this is so when he does laugh it FEELS DESERVED!).

Also when he finally opens up, I had to add a bunch of Elliott's lines pressing him on for more details cause that boy shouldn't open up that easily! In the draft he's just babbling like it's no problem it's so funny to me

Adding to all this that I rewrite a lot and often at every step of making the comic. Saying this to people who want to write but get discouraged when it suck at first, I know the struggle haha

will do THE DRAWING PART later cause that post is already too long haha

[l0v-ly-c4t]

✦· · DESPITE YOU

Chapter 1 of the series I'M STILL REMEMBERING

✦· · Pairing: Dancer!Minho X Painter!fem!reader

✦· · Summary: they met each other in high school. He danced, she painted. They fell in love, only for them to fall back from it when the choices were hard to make. He chose her, but she chose her art first.

✦· · W/c: 5K

✦· · Warnings: Angst; Cursing; mentions of sex (no smut); mentions of death (kill myself jokes); alcohol (minors and adults drinking); lemme knownif I forgot anything!!

✦· · A/n: This took FOREVER to write!!! I think it's because it's still the first chapter, so I was still discovering what I wanted to write. The next chapters will probably be out sooner than this one. Anyway, I really hope you like!! Just like almost all of my works the inspiration to this series came from two songs - Undressed by Sombr and Love Hangover by Jennie, so if you want to have a even better experience I recomend you listen to those (they're great). The title came from a The Cranberries song from the same name, and I guess it also goes to the series playlist.

I was headed for a more angst fic, but there will be smut and some fluff (I guess??). Comment and repost to let me know if you're liking where it's headed and please enjoy my hard work <3

✦ ─────── · · I'M STILL REMEMBERING

You forgot how it was like to just be. To just laugh when something was funny, to just run when you were in a rush, to just scream when you felt like you needed to. The liberty. The type of freedom that was only there once in your life - when you're a teenager. Seventeen. The golden age, the highest peak of your life. When the only care in your mind was about the evil biology teacher who seemed to do everything in his power for you to fail his class. About the newest stupid gossip roaming around the school halls through whispers and cruel stares. About what shoe goes best with your brand new skirt and trying to convince your mom to let you sleep at Yeji's house this weekend.

You missed the flirting. The holding hands and stolen kisses when you thought no one was looking at you. You missed the little confessions handed secretly to you, cautiously written with a blue pen on a piece of paper ripped off of a notebook. Missed how your heart would skip a beat when you read the cute messages. Missed the stolen glances during classes, trying your best to hold your giggles to yourself. Missed how the cold air would hit your skin when you escaped through your room window in the middle of the night just to see him.

The cute little world you would be in together when you walked down the lonely street, conversations about everything but nothing at the same time. Sharing life, emotions, thoughts, and heat. The way you would look away when his hand softly brushed yours, trying your best to hide the redish shade growing on your cheeks. How long it took you to gather the courage to finally hold his hand properly in that same night. How he gave you his own jacket so you wouldn't be cold before bringing you back home in safety, his hand never letting go of yours until you were in the front door.

The way his lips would feel so soft and hot against your own when you would kiss in front of your house, giggling and rushing in so your father wouldn't see it through the window. The way you rushed to tell your friends all about your secret date last night, how magic it felt, and how much you liked him. How much have you already missed him. You still do.

You missed Minho.

Not that you would ever admit it to yourself, no way! He was childish, inconsequential, and irresponsible. But at the time, he was your charming prince. The boy of your dreams. He was your first everything. Your first kiss, first time, first love. And first heartbreak. He was everything for you. That's why when he went alway, he took everything with him, leaving you a hollow being, alone and sore.

Maybe you should have waited for your friend to arrive before ordering a drink, your mind already dizzy and distracted. You shouldn't have drank the whole cup on one go. You have always been weak when it came to alcohol. But now you couldn't stop the thoughts. Your mind already decided this was the perfect time for your weekly dose of self depressing reflections.

In the back of the pub, you heard the doorbell ringing. Not even a minute later, here she was, Yeji, your childhood friend. "Hiiii babe!!! How are you??" She hugged you tight like she always did. You matched her energy instantly, the previous thought still in your mind, but now in a little recluse corner where everything related to Minho would be. Locked away, so secured that the only available key was tequila. She took a seat right next to you. "Oh, I see you already ordered! A little hurried, are we?" She teased you as she took the menu on her hands, scanning the items carelessly and ordering the first think with a catchy name and a high dose of alcohol she saw, not even bothering looking at the price.

"How have you been?" She asks, putting aside her purse and getting comfortable in her seat.

"Stressed," you exhale. "This job is driving me insane! My boss is just the worst human being ever, how can someone be so misogynistic and still manage to be married?"

"The wonders of life," she smirked. The bartender came and handed her a fancy glass full of a pink liquid and a piece of lemon ornating by the edge. She thanked him and directed her attention back on you once again.

"The shit we put ourselves through just to pay for rent, food and cat sand is unbelievable!" You scowled. Your nerves are already asking for another drink, so you order another one of the same you were previously drinking.

"Why are you still in this company anyway?" Yeji asks you, watching the bartender skillfully prepare your drink right in front of you as if it was nothing. Her attention is definitely not full on you anymore. You can see how she checks out the guy's muscles, watching it flex and jinggle.

"Didn't you hear what I just say? How am I supposed to live if I don't have money? My cats will surely eat my body alive if I don't feed them."

"What about your dream?" Her gaze switches from you to the bartender every few moments. You watch her with a confused look.

"What do you mean 'my dream'?"

"You know. How you wanted to be an artist when we were younger. You even went to that expensive art college that you dropped after 3 months, you remember?" She doesn't even hide it anymore, totally forgetting about your presence. "You said to me you would only work there until you had enough money to be an independent artist. Don't you think it's time?"

The guy finally hands you your drink, and you gulp it down in one go, craving for the satisfying throat burn the vodka always gave you. For Yeji's happiness, you order another one right after you finish it. You handle the cup back to the bartender, and her attention goes away with it, completely focused on the young man in front of her now, your presence long forgotten. Yeji doesn't seem to notice your sour face. Neither your unquiet hands, picking on your nails uncomfortably. You forgot.

You always wanted to be a famous painter. You had the dream of becoming the biggest surrealistic artist in the modern world. You wanted to paint for a living. Wanted the things you had, the trips you made, the food you ate, wanted them all to come from your artwork. From your soul. Wanted to spend the days in your life sitting in your studio covered in dry paint, running your brush gently across the white canvas until your thoughts and feelings all materialize in colors and forms.

Painting was your therapy and your inspiration for life. There was nothing in the world you loved more than to let your hands do the job while your mind just processed what was forming. To let your body move freely, marking its way along the canva to form something entirely new. But you couldn't. You weren't able to paint any more. Not because of your tight schedule or the little free time you had. You literally couldn't.

When did things go wrong? What was the last thing you recorded with a brush before you could no longer do it? Your mind seemed to fog, your thoughts running with no coherent line after your third drink in the night. You always loved to paint, so why did you stop? Why did you give up on your life dream to work on a shitty job that consumes most time of your life? What went wrong during the 3 months you stayed in the art college? You couldn't bring yourself to remember until you connected the dots in your drunk state, doing your best to keep your mind from short circuiting. You remember now.

And oh...

It was Minho.

✦ ─────── · · I'M STILL REMEMBERING

Your eyes burn. Your head throb. Your mouth is dry, and your throat itches. You turn yourself over just to feel your arm numb beneath you, aching silently as you sit up on the bed. Your hair falls on your face, and you can feel a sting of saliva on your left cheek. Yep, hangover is on.

You try to get up on your feet, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. You're still wearing last night's clothes, except you took off your bra and the bottom part of your outfit, sleeping only on your underwear and your smelly socks. Your hair is done with life, and your makeup is messy. Lipstick can't be seen anywhere near your mouth, and the mascara had transformed you into a panda lookalike. You turn your head to look at the pillow, and it is equally as ruined by your makeup as your face is.

You walk to the bathroom as if this was your own house, not even bothering being fully conscious as you walk through the apartment furnuture as if you had it memorized. You spent so much time in each other's house that you even have your own toothbrush hanging by the side of Yeji's one in her bathroom. And a towel, pajamas, underwear, and even an extra pot of the vitamins you took every night before sleep.

"Shit, I forgot my vitamins" you mumble to yourself, your hands working on getting the rest of the tootgpaste out of its packaging and onto your toothbrush so you could finally get the alcohol taste out of your mouth.

"Don't worry," a voice comes from behind, and you don't even bother looking to check who it is. "I made you take your pills last night."

"Thank you" you menage to form beneath all the foam in your mouth.

"You're welcome. You were really crazy last night, by the way." She leans on the frame by the bathroom door, watching you wash your mouth before continuing your mourning skin care, not forgetting to take out your makeup first.

"Omg, really??" You sight. "What did I do?"

"Nothing crazy, you know?... just called Simon and asked him out..."

"Oh, fuck!" You finally turn over, leaning tiredly on the bathroom sink. Your hands go up, and your fingers lace themselves in your hair, grabbing on it as if searching for some ground to stand. "Why did you let me do that?? You know how Simon is, I am so fucked" you fake cry.

Simon was an asshole. The most pretentious, self-righteous, narcissistic, and egocentric men someone could ever have the displeasure to meet. He was the type of guy who thought he was always right and that the world revolved around his dick. He was a medical school student, and he could never brag about it enough. He would always wander around bars, flirting with girls and telling them his filthy lies. How he was the best of his college, how his grades were always high, and he was always top of the class, how he would always win first place and how he would definall, certainly be one of the most successful doctors in this town.

Bulshit. His das was the one paying for this lies to be true. He wouldn't even have gotten on the college without his dad's money. He was a dumb playboy, the only thing he was actually good at - and tou would never say it out loud - was sex. He truly wondered when it came to making you see stars on his bedroom. He was skilled. He knew exactly what to do with his hands, mouth, and tongue to drive you off the edge like you were still an inexperienced teenager.

You knew his talent from very close. It was 5 months ago - or maybe more - when you entered the same bar he and his friends were having a little competition at. Long story short: you were drunk and needy. He wanted to prove something to his friends. So you had a deal. He took you on a ride on his expensive car directly to his massive apartment, trhew you on his excessively soft mattress, and fucked you dumb until you were both breathless and sweaty.

This man was dirty. He wasn't worth a single peny from his family capital, but he had a mystical power over your body. You hated it. Is not like you were attracted to him, no way! There was nothing charming about that manchild, nothing that wanted to make you stay. But there was definitely something that made you always come back to his bed. Maybe it was his reckless attitude that reminded you of someone you once loved. The way his hands always knew where to touch, how to tease, like he had been with you for a long time now. How his voice would sound so familiar when your name escaped through his parted lips.

He always got you back to him, but it never felt like you were going his way. It always felt like someone else was pulling you, forcing you to come over and over just so you could feel in a way that you missed feeling like. A feeling your body felt so used to, but when it was over all the memory from it would vanish like salt in water, still there somewhere, but you couldn't tell where.

"How about you calm yourself down a little? Stressing about it now won't solve anything."

"Not calming down, I am, in fact, killing myself." You joke as you walked along Yeji to her kitchen. She had made your breakfast while you slept like a rock on her bed. She could be an angel sometimes - only when she wanted to.

You ate together. A weird feeling of familiarization forming around you, like this, was your home, and there was nowhere else you could possibly want to be right now. It was always good to have Yeji by your side. She was the one there when no one else was. She saw the worst of you and the best of you, but she also saw a part of your sould not even you were aware of.

You went to high school together, but you met way before that. Possibly at five or six, you don't recall. Actually, you don't even recall meeting her at all. It was like she had always been there, just the two of you since you came out of the womb. She was with you when you learned to ride a bicycle, was there when you needed a pair for your Halloween fantasy, and was there when you fell in love with Minho. She was also there when you fell back from it. She was there when you made it to your dream college and was also there when you dropped it after only 3 months cursing it. She was there when you would save every cent from your part time job just to buy canvas and brushes and paint, and was also there when you locked your equipment away when you finally found a "real job".

Just thinking about having to work the day after tomorrow, your head hurts even more. You can still feel the liquids from last night burning down your throat every time you swallow your own saliva, and you can still feel the dizziness in your head as you eat your omelete.

"I'm never gonna drink again"

"That's what you always say" Yeji counters.

"I'm serious, I'm too old for drinking like that every weekend anyway." You bring your fingers to your temple and massage it, trying to find relief. You were still in your 20s, but for some reason, you felt too old for all the drinking and partying.

"Guess you won't go to the reunion then," Yeji mouths, and you snap your attention right away from your food to look at her through your lashes.

"What reunion?"

"Our old High Shcool class reunion. It's gonna be next month, at the El Royal Hotel."

Your old high school class. All reunited. You imagine all the memories that would bring back. To see your old friends again, maybe even the teachers you used to talk shit about behind their backs, all reunited again. That sounded awesome! But there was one thing, one little something bothering you, on the corner of your mind.

Is he going to be there?

✦ ─────── · · I'M STILL REMEMBERING

He posed for you, like he always did. He would dance in front of you every time you need inspiration, beautifully moving around the room as your eyes follow his movements. You ran your arms along the canvas just like he ran his along his own body, letting the brushes do their magic while your eyes dared to linger a moment too longer on his form, like he was trying to tell you something through his moves, like a message would form and travel straight out of his limbs. He moved like weight wasn't a problem, like gravity itself would give space for him just so he could fly around you freely.

His clothes were tight. You could see his arms forming beneath the thin fabric of his black tee. His hair, as black as the vinyl on the player, was illuminated by the yellow light of the room, like he was born for the spotlight, meant to be observed. The light would fall onto his face, cautiously caressing his features. There was no dark on his face, no sadness or worries, there was only brightess highlighted by pleasure. His eyes were shut in concentration, thin lines forming on his forehead as his brows bent inwards. You could tell by his face, by his body language, and his moves that his true love was to dance. There was no doubt in that, everyone could see it. You saw it, too. You had the power to capture the passion in the same way it was liberated from him without modifying its original meaning.

You paint him beautifully, even prettier than the view in front of you. Your drawing was like it was moving too, like it would follow Minho's movements, mimicking him in a hollow way - there was no body, only his feelings being shaken away from his corpus by the way he moved and roamed, landing directly on your canva, being held against your brush and forced to transform in colors and harmony, shapeshifting by your command and being forever together by the varnish on top of every finished painting you had.

This was almost a sacred time you had together, like an easy escape from the world below, ascending into a higher state of being and creating between shy giggles and old blue rock. The old studio room of your crap high school could be the best place on earth if there was a tripod and a vinyl player on it.

You and Minho met in the middle of the second year, presented to each other by a friend in common. It was July, and your friend had just turned 18, decinding this was the opportunity of a lifetime of throwing an "all school" party, the ones that you thought only existed on movies. She invited as many people she could, hosted a house with a pool, and bought a whole stack of beer and gin. Needless to say, the party was fire.

You got there wearing your bikini under the cute little dress you bought just for this occasion - that you ripped trying to get out of yourself when the alcohol was the one pulling the strings of your body. Most of the memories about the party were gone, but you still got flashes of moments in your mind. One of them being the first time you met Minho.

You were wasted, so drunk you could easily knock yourself out by trying to get the cup to your mouth. So was he. He studied in the same school as you, you learned. You don't remember when, but you two decided to go inside the house where it was quieter so you could talk - or try your best at doing so. You both sat facing each other in a bed from one of the rooms, not really caring about whose it was, and there you learned everything about him.

You talked for hours long, like you were long-time friends that just got reunited and needed to share every new detail with each other. He told you about his love for cats, about his dance, and his struggles with English when he first came to this country. You told him about Yeji, about your paintings, and the excessive amount of time you would spend at the library looking at photography books.

Hours went by, neither of you aweare of how many exactly, but the next thing you knew, you were getting awakened by the sunlight hitting you painfully on the face, a headache already forming. You didn't recall going to sleep, and you definitely didn't recall Minho taking his shirt off. His arm was around your waist, and his face was dangerously close to yours. His lips were plumpy, and a shy string of saliva could be seen rolling down his cheek.

In the end, nothing really happened between you two that night. You came to learn by another mutual friend that you ended up falling asleep on the bed while he was talking. He covered you up and went back down to get another drink. Something let to another, and Minho was thrown into the pool, leaving him no other option but to take his wet clothes out. When he came to the room you were sleeping at to change, he just collapsed asleep by your side. How his arm ended up tangled on your waist was a msitery, but he swore that he only slept by your side that night, nothing more.

After that, you both became real good friends, always by each other's side and the go-to duo when it was time for group projects. Every teacher knew your names. You were the most artistic students in that school, but your grades weren't that high for the teachers to care.

As time passed, being friends started to not be enough. You started noticing things about him you haven't before, like his cute little bunny teeth or how he was able to write with both hands like a pro. He also looked at you more than he looked at anything else. His eyes were always glued to your back during classes, counting the strands of your hair and silently wishing his hands were the only ones able to straighten them. He paid so much attention. He knew you better than you did yourself. He knew what you liked to eat for lunch, knew your favorite hightlight color, knew the way you grabbed your pen, and how many times you would pass your hands through your hair during class in order to take them out of your face.

He wanted you, needed you.

There was no fantasy in his head taking place in a world where you weren't by his side. It was driving him crazy.

You would always sneak out at unholy hours of the night just to walk together. It was a small city, and back then, there weren't as many crimes as there is today - not that either of you cared enough to stop each other. You remember skeaning out by the windoe of your house, meeting at your backyard. You did this every once in a while when you were just friends, but the day it turned to something else, you started doing it every week. You felt like the protagonist of a romance movie - escaping your house so you could meet your secret lover at night.

When the year came to an end, you decided to make your relationship public, to out your love to the world and, most importantly, your parents. It turned out great, fortunately. Minho could not have handled not being allowed to see you. It would be torture to his poor heart.

The first 8 months of the next year went as great as they could've possibly been. You were the artistic duo at school now, the ones whose names would always be on the list of those wanting to rent the school's arts studio. Most part of your relationship was spent at that studio. You would lose yourself in the art; Minho with his moves and you with your palette.

He turned to be the biggest inspiration of your drawings. Everywhere you went, you saw him on the landscape, and every time you drew something, it turned out to be him. And when he danced for you - that's when your heart wasn't able to calm down. His body was perfect to entangle itself with the music, especially the melodic old rock songs you seem to always be listening to. When you drew him, the colors just made sense. The forms would just present themselves for you. It was easy, it was calm and it was passionate.

He would always tire himself before you, taking breaks while you still sta there with the brushes running along. When you were concentrated, you could forget everything around you easily - and that included your boyfriend. But it was okay. He could just sit and watch you. He loved you this much, even if at times it didn't seem like you loved him that much.

You were the first person Minho danced for. Well, he has shown a move or two for his cats and his mom, but you were the first person to actually witness his true passion. The first one to be able to lay down your eyes on his form as he danced for hours nonstop, improvising his feelings out of his limbs. He was the happiest person alive when he was able to dance for you, the two things he loved the most combined together.

He couldn't tell if he loved you or dancing more.

When it was graduation time, you started looking for a collage to go after school was over. You wanted to attend one of your state's art schools, so you could put all your time on your drawings, and Minho wanted to attend whatever you went to. The problem was, there was no dancing major on the college you were accepted at.

He said it was fine, that he could learn to paint just like you, but deep inside, you both knew he couldn't. His passion was dance. That was the only thing he was actually good at. The only thing that brought purpose to his life - well, except you.

That summer, you realized his love for you was bigger than his love for dance - or himself. That he would do anything for you, anything to be by your side and never have to say goodbye, anything for your relationship to last as much as he could live - and that included killing himself by letting go of his own dream. You proposed going to different colleges, insisting that your love would be able to resist the years apart and that a few visits during the year would be a good way for the relationship to survive. You knew it was a lie. No relationship could survive the gap that would be between you two. He was accepted by a Korean college.

He insisted that he could turn off the invitation, that he only applied to see if he was able to pass, that there was still time for him to apply for the same college you were accepted, still time for him to let go of the best opportunity of his life just for a love you knew would not be able to resist without the art. You couldn't let him. You knew how much he loved dancing, knew how it ruled his life like a king, you knew he wouldn't be able to resist not doing that for his life. And you knew you weren't able to carry the weight of killing his true love just so he could continue loving you.

You could've gone with him, could've applied for an art college in Korea, and you were sure you could get accepted by at least one of them. He asked you to come with him, said he would work and help you out, that you would live together and have a life - just you two. But you didn't want it. You were afraid. Afraid he could get annoyed with you someday, afraid you would get bored of him eventually, afraid your love wasn't strong enough for this big step.

You told him you couldn't, that you needed to stay for your family and for your art, that you wasn't brave enough to follow him like he was. That you were a coward, running away when things got too serious for you to handle without a canvas.

There was only one way. You needed to break up with him.

"You never loved me!" He shouted. "If you did, you would've tried more, would've given more to this love, more than acrylic on a plaint landscape."

"What do you mean by that?!? I never loved you? I love you more than anything in this fucking world, that's why I can't let you turn down that college!!" You snapped back at him.

"You're a coward." Tears came to your eyes, while his own were already rolling down his cheek. "You love your art more than you love me, and that sums you up as a person. You chose painting instead of me, when I chose you instead of my dance. Your love is not what I need." His words hit deep for the single fact that he was right. That all he said is true, and that was your doom. You couldn't help it. Your painting were your temple, your way to escape the world - and that hurt Minho, because why would you want to escape the world when he was there with you?

"I only served as your inspiration."

"That's not true!!" You interrupted him.

"Yes, it is. And you know it. You never committed to me, never really let go of anything for me. I was the one willing to do that, but when things got real, you had to erase me, so you can live your life the way you always wanted - just you and your canvas."

"I can't let you kill yourself just to be by my side Minho... I can't do it to myself either..."

"Well, you're killing me anyways."

Your first and biggest love lasted only one year, and when you went to college, you never heard of Minho again. The breakup was the hardest thing you have ever done in your entire life. Although you actually loved painting more than you loved Minho, you still loved him enough to feel the hollowness inside you when he wasn't there anymore.

Yeji snapped her fingers in your face. "So, you're going to that date with Simon?" She asked. Suddenly, you were back in her kitchen, still stating by her table.

"Yes."

"Really? I thought you hated the guy" she added mindlessly.

"I do, but I need to get something out of my mind."

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I got an ask asking about what the crew would do for Honeypie birthday. The user forgot to make it anonymous but I thought I’d answer it like this instead of revealing them lol.

“And what would happen on HP's birthday? Like, what would the gang™ cook up, I'm extremely curious” - curious anon

No doubt the crew would go all out but on what they do exactly depends on what era of dmc it is!

For dmc3 with just lady and Dante I think the two would plan a bit of a surprise for Honeypie. Since this is the first game they probably wouldn’t surprise it at all thus the surprise would work this time around. Due to a tight budget because of store repair costs I think lady would cover it this time around but Dante would handle actually setting up the shop. A homemade banner is set up, their favourite songs in the jukebox, a cake sitting on his desk along with snacks. Both would go the full mile that they can with limited resources of the circumstances. Lady had to drive an hour out to find a bakery still making things after the temen-ni-Gru tower destroying most of Redgrave.

In the morning when Honeypie walks into devil may cry expecting the usual their met with both lady and Dante throwing streamers and yelling “surprise!”. Having someone celebrate their birthday is kinda something new for them, mostly because “birthday parties” that their parents threw were essentially excuses to socialize and network rather than celebrating their actual kid.

So having a real party just for them catered exclusively for them is something Honeypie isn’t used to and kinda stuns them. Lady on their birthday always brought them a small handmade cupcake and a gift to school but having a full little party is new.

I think honestly Honeypie would get a bit misty eyed that someone would even go through that sort of effort to make something about them.

For dmc1 I’m gonna combine it with the anime as well since Trish didn’t meet lady until the anime plus I love patty.

Honestly I can imagine an entire filler episode of patty dragging Dante around trying to help him pick out the perfect gift for Honeypie while lady and Trish plan and book a nice dinner for everyone. The villain of the episode is Honeypie having a nice day off and repeatedly almost running into both patty and Dante lol all the while lady and trish jump through holes trying to find a nice place to have dinner for everyone.

At the dinner the crew all band together in making sure the dinner goes well. Dante for once saved up and not only helps cover the bill (for once) but also made sure to get Honeypie a really nice gift a la the help of patty as well.

Every year Honeypie says that they didn’t need to get them anything and that the party was enough and every year the others disagree.

During dmc2 considering Dante’s mental state plus returning fresh from hell I think Honeypie would opt for something a bit more quiet. Everyone gathers at Honeypie’s apartment for a nice cozy hangout with cake and a movie. It’s a bit more put together than dmc3 due to both Trish and lady planning beforehand once again, but it also serves as an opportunity for Lucia to meet the gals as well! (This is for the 6 other Lucia fans).

Everyone squishes together on the couch as popcorn, cocktails and cake is served on handpainted ceramics.

There’s a very silent competition between lady, Trish and Dante over who gets to sit closest to Honeypie all the while Lucia is just happy to be there and included…plus it’s maybe funny seeing Dante who had been very stone faced and depressed during their adventure suddenly getting flustered and fighting with Trish all the while Honeypie remains oblivious talking to her about random shit as lady slides an arm around their waist.

For dmc4 with the inclusion of Nero, Kyrie and Credo the birthday probably once again has to be held in DMC due to how many people are now attending (not to mention patty coming plus Morison swinging by to drop off his gift as well) as well as fortuna being in repair.

Trish, Dante and lady are planning to the T all the while Kyrie helps out and credo and Nero awkwardly watch. Both are still kinda processing everything and very much watching Dante fumble repeatedly like and idiot.

Trish and lady get both former order of the sword members to help decorate while Kyrie this time makes a home made cake plus other foods. Honeypie is about to be blessed with home made Italian food blessed by Sparda himself once Kyrie is done with her cooking. Through the entire day patty is keeping them distracted and taking them shopping as the others get ready.

The group tries to make it a surprise but Honeypie definitely knows their plan and it secretly warms their heart.

The entire night Nero sabotages Dante purposefully for all the bullshit he put him through….mainly royal guard

As for dmc5 with the entire crew it’s chaotic to say the least and that’s saying something after the ones proceeding it. Nico for one is definitely making some bullshit to help decorate and is helping everyone with the planning. She’s running between each room with a new set of things in her hand and somehow being able to flip flop effortlessly.

Nico really appreciates honey, so she’s doing her best to make sure that effort is seen and felt. She likes to think it’s also a subtle way in paying them back for all the flowers they sent to granny Nell over the years. It’s a gesture she still remembers after going to her grandmothers grave and finding bouquets there each and every anniversary.

Meanwhile for Vergil he’s….honestly unsure of what to do. Listen, he hasn’t exactly celebrated his birthday beside caving and buying himself a chocolate bar before dmc3 so he kinda is disillusioned with birthdays…unless it comes to honey. But still he’s unsure of what to do as he watches everyone run around like chickens with their head cut off.

It’s because of this he uses the opportunity to help patty distract honey and unironically makes a really funny duo. Her sass plus his general personality make for a very fun day of watching them bicker or ruthlessly tear down any rude passerby’s for Honeypie’s amusement.

When returning back to dmc and everyone yells surprise Honeypie can’t help but laugh with tear lined eyes as confetti rains down around them.

Something for once Dante promised to clean up.

So many birthdays over so many years, and yet now it feels complete as they laugh with Dante over old jokes, eat kyrie’s hand baked cake made to their preference, wipe off some frosting from Nero’s forehead much to his embarrassment, watch patty team up with Trish and lady against Dante, dance with credo to their favourite songs, open up nicos hand made gift wrapped in uncharacteristically delicate wrapping paper and share a quiet moment with Vergil in the alleyway.

They wouldn’t trade this day for any amount of money.

(Enjoy this cursed gif)

[hibiscus-whore]

Pranking your WWE man

Contains: It’s the “current boyfriend” prank. Gender neutral! Not time period specified so imagine them old or young, idgaf. Some of them put their hands on you (PLAYFULLY) so watch out.

A/N: I might make more sooner or later.

Men in question: Hardy Boyz (separate, freaks), Randy Orton, Eddie Guerrero, and CM Punk

Jeff Hardy:

You know he doesn’t care about social media at all unless it’s for promos or to show off his art. Or to dance…which isn’t odd actually. Jeff was told that his artwork would be shown in the video so he obliged.

“Hey guys, I’m here with my current boyfriend, Jeff.”

Jeff waved, “hi, world.”

“He wants to show off his work so, go on head.”

“Okay,” he smiled as he grabbed one of the canvases, “first up, one of my many enigmatic men. He has primarily my lover’s favorite colors on him.”

“Oh, he does?” Jeff nodded gleefully at your question. Now there’s guilt filling your chest.

“Next up we have this piece inspired by them. I’m more of an abstract kind of guy but I’ve been told by Matt that it does look like ‘em. So, I’m proud of myself for that. Then, we got the—“

You cut him off, “Jeff, you didn’t notice.”

Jeff tilted his head in confusion.

“I called you my CURRENT boyfriend.”

“Oh…AH SHIT! Why’d you do that for?”

You inhaled before giving him a hug, “you’re so out of touch with social media, it’s honestly charming. But you’re also out of touch with reality, like you’re in a constant state of dreaming.”

He chuckled, “dreaming about creative ideas—“

“Of course—“

“—and fucking you.”

“Okay, end of the damn video.”

He pouted at you, “but I wanna show off my art.”

“Mhh mhh, you can do it on a different video later.”

Matt Hardy:

Matthew doesn’t shy away from the camera. When you asked him to film with you, he obviously said yes.

You started the video off with your introduction then began to introduce him, “so, I’m here with my CURRENT boyfriend.”

Immediately cuts you off, “what?”

“Hm,” you tilted your head innocently. Trying not to break because of the confusion on his poor face.

“CURRENT?”

“What? Who said that.”

“You did— nope, y’know what. I’m here with my 3rd side piece because I’m some sort of a pimp.”

“Matt,” you finally broke into laughter.

“No, no. What’s so funny about this? Why are you saying I’m your current boyfriend— I’m your husband essentially,” he was more saddened than angry but he’s southern and his voice is as thick as a pound cake with a piece of corn bread. So no matter what, he’ll somehow sound angry.

“I-it’s a prank,” you slipped out of your seat from laughing.

He just looked at you blankly before sighing, “nope. I’m outta here,” Matt got up and walked away.

Randy Orton:

You knew you had to mentally prepare, this man is a different breed of unpredictability. There was 50% chance he was gonna say something out of pocket, 50% chance he wouldn’t notice. But we don’t do 50% chances round here, they’re more so like…5% chances.

“Aye, you wanna be in my workout video?”

Randy’s eyebrows quirked, “what’s the catch?”

“Nothing? I’m just a sweet innocent darling, excuse you,” there was indeed a catch. He shrugged his shoulders and stood by as you set up the camera. Once you pressed the record, you did your ‘greeting.’ “Hello! It’s your fave and I am here with my current boyfriend, Randy.” Randy waved politely, creepy. “He is going to help me with some of my workouts today. I already stretched so let’s get to the bench press.”

You two went over to the bench press in your garage-gym. Randy was at the head to spot you while you went under. Then he spoke up, “you see, my ex here is quite weak and cocky enough to lift this big ass weight that I gotta spot ‘em. So weak, that they think I wouldn’t notice what the hell they just said and won’t kick their ass for it.” He laughed slightly throughout that. Which only made you laugh.

A laugh of concern.

Ain’t shit was funny to him right now.

“Randy, I’m not about to work out. I was just trying to prank you. You’re so violent.”

“That is not funny,” he scoffed. Before you could say anything, he put a hand in your face while walking off.

You sat up and shouted out to him, “I’ll buy you some cheat snacks.” Never in your days has he whipped his head around so fast. “Like cookies or a quarter pound burger,” that’s when he started to walk back to you…

fucking fatass. Plus it’s his cheat day anyways.

Eddie Guerrero:

Oh poor thing was heartbroken. Felt like you took the soul out his body then his heart. And of course, you felt bad…but damn. His reaction was hilarious.

Eddie cooked for the two of you and you ‘wanted to show the fans that he could cook.’ That’s what you told him. Boy was he ecstatic. He stood behind you proudly as you pressed record.

“Hello, everybody. I’m here with my current boyfriend, Eddie.” Eddie immediately pouted but you continued, “Babe, say hi.”

He shook his head, “que pasó?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Current boyfriend? I’m your fucking current boyfriend? I didn’t lie ‘n cheat ‘n steal you away from your fucking ex—.”

“WOOAAHHHH,” you scrambled to turn off your phone but it didn’t work out well.

“No no no! I didn’t do all that to be reduced to a ‘current boyfriend.’ No soy un novio actual. Yo soy el amor de tu vida. Say it,” he grabbed your cheeks. Not aggressively, it became more playful at this point as you tried to fight him off. Still recording it all, “say ‘él es mi novio!”

“Él es mi novio actual!”

“NO, MAMI!”

“SÍ!”

“NOOOOOOO!”

Eddie gave up and dramatically collapsed on the ground. You just stared at him before turning back to eat, giving the camera a thumbs up.

CM Punk:

Honestly, you don’t know how you got in this predicament, but you’re here. Both seated on the couch. Punk was beyond confused as to what you were doing as he watched you prop up the camera and press record.

“Hello, wrestling fans of the world. I’m with my current boyfriend—,” Punk immediately turns off your phone before turning to face you.

“What?”

Inhaling sharply, attempting not to laugh in his face, “hm? What’s wrong.”

“Current? Who the fuck do I look like to you? Some harlot you nabbed off the street?” You nodded quickly which made him grab you by your collar, that’s when your laughter broke out. “Listen here, you lil’ shit, I’m gonna media train you. We’re gonna restart that video and you’re gonna address me as your husband or some other shit that is of greater value than whatever the fuck you said.”

You nodded your head, he let you go. Grabbing your phone to prop it back up and press record, “sup, wrestling fans! I’m here with my favorite ex— BABY, COME BACK!”

The chick magnet got up and left you. Being the logical bitch that you are, you chased after him. Who wouldn’t? But then, out of no where, he tackled you. Knocking the wind so far out of you, you could’ve sworn you saw your spirit leave your body and grandma greet you kindly.

He sat up, looking down at you, leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek before speaking, “be good.” Immediately nodding as you tried to breathe.

[chadobi]

Hi!!! I love your fics! I was wondering if you could make one of rottmnt Donnie getting jealous of Leo because he and the reader flirt as a joke a lot. Donnie confesses to reader alone after apologizing for overreacting because he argued with them and Leo over it, abd Reader already really liked Donnie so they kiss him. Is this possible?

OHHH GOD HOW I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! Disaster twins are literally my favorite duo ever

“Not Funny Anymore”

Rise!Donatello x GN!Reader

The banter started like it always did with you leaning against the kitchen counter, Leo pretending to be charming, and Donatello trying very hard not to smash his own tech out of sheer spite.

“Well, well, well,” Leo said, twirling a spoon like a sword, “if it isn’t my favorite civilian heartbreaker.”

You smirked. “Flattery won’t get you out of breaking my charger again, Leo.”

“I thought my attention would be enough to recharge you,” he said with a wink.

You snorted. “Your attention is like a knock-off charger from a gas station. Overheats and never works.”

From the couch, Mikey made a dramatic gasp. “Oooh! BURN!”

Raph grunted with amusement. “You’ve been hanging around Donnie too much.”

You turned toward Donnie’s lab with a grin, expecting him to pop out with one of his typical one-liners. But the doorway was empty.

What you didn’t see - what no one saw - was Donatello, standing just out of sight, jaw clenched, hands tightening around his tablet.

It wasn’t funny anymore.

At first, it had been easy to shrug off. You and Leo flirted all the time. It was playful, harmless, a weirdly specific brand of sarcasm and sass. And besides Donnie told himself he didn’t care.

Except he did. More than he could explain. More than he liked.

You weren’t just some “civilian bestie” to him. You were you the one person outside his family who got him, who listened to his tech rambles, who brought him coffee just the way he liked it (two sugars, one cream, and a splash of vanilla oat milk, thank you very much).

You were also, unfortunately, Leo’s favorite banter partner. And Donnie’s personal torment.

He stormed back into his lab, trying to focus on the new project he’d started a foldable drone concept but the 3D render of the design started to blur.

His stylus jabbed through the wrong layer.

“Ugh!”

The screen glitched. His hands trembled, and before he could stop himself, he slammed his tablet down.

And that’s when Leo walked in.

“Hey, Don,” he said, casually tossing an apple from hand to hand. “You okay? You look… extra purple today.”

“Don’t start with me, Leo.”

Leo blinked. “Whoa. Okay. Bad time?”

Donnie’s fingers twitched. “Actually, yes. Very bad time.”

“You sure? ’Cause from out here it looked like you were just glaring at me like I stole your lab goggles.”

“You might as well have,” Donnie snapped. “You already steal everything else.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “…What?”

“My time. My workspace. And now apparently- my chance.”

Leo froze. “Chance at what?”

Donnie didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed past him, muttering, “Forget it. I need air.”

But it didn’t stop there.

That Argument Happened Two Hours Later.

You had noticed Donnie avoiding you - no quips, no sarcasm, no side-eye jabs. Just distance. And it made your stomach twist. So you did what any normal person would do.

You cornered him.

“In the middle of calibrating, (Y/N),” he said flatly, adjusting his visor and refusing to look up. “Whatever you want to joke about with Leo can wait.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Isn’t that what you two do? Constant flirting disguised as comedy? Very effective brand, I suppose.”

Ouch.

“Okay,” you said, folding your arms. “What’s your problem, Donnie?”

“My problem is that I don’t like watching people I care about get played like a broken NES cartridge.”

Your stomach dropped.

“So that’s what you think I’m doing?”

Donnie’s eyes flicked to you - furious and hurt, like a computer overheating under pressure.

“You’re always laughing with him, touching his arm, making those stupid jokes and…”

“They’re just jokes,” you said, voice tight. “I do that because it’s fun, not because I…wait. Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?”

He scoffed. “Of course not. That would be completely illogical.”

“You’re the only person I’ve met who says ‘completely illogical’ while clearly being jealous.”

He stood, arms stiff at his sides.

“I’m not jealous. I’m just… frustrated.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not him I want you laughing with, okay?!”

The room fell silent.

Your heart thudded.

Donnie’s shoulders slumped a little. The drama drained out of his voice, leaving only something soft, brittle, and painfully real.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I overreacted. I just… I’ve had feelings for you. For a long time. And when I see you with him - even if it’s just a joke - it reminds me that I’m not that easy to talk to. I’m not cool or charming or whatever Leo is. I’m just…”

He hesitated.

You stepped forward.

“You’re you, Donnie,” you said gently.

He looked up.

“And for the record? I like you.”

Donnie blinked. “Wait… what?”

You smiled, taking another step closer. “I thought it was obvious. I flirt with Leo because I can’t flirt with you without combusting. You make me nervous.”

A long pause.

Then:

“That,” Donnie said, blinking slowly, “is the most backwards thing I’ve ever heard. And I… adore it.”

You laughed. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“Guilty,” he murmured, still processing. “But… you really like me?”

You nodded.

There was a beat of quiet, and then Donatello reached out-tentative, gentle, ungloved fingertips brushing your wrist.

His hand slid into yours.

Donnie cleared his throat and pushed his goggles up.

“I’d like to formally request a moratorium on all Leo-related flirtation,” he said. “Effective immediately.”

You smirked. “What do I get in return?”

He smirked back, sharp and smug. “Me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a big offer.”

He leaned in. “And a very exclusive one.”

[julijbee]

girlbossing too close to the sun.

[sysig]

Skelekinz (Patreon)

[baeshijima]

ever since the 5.2 trailer this is all ive been able to think about

once again, the genshin pokemon au thoughts are running wild

excuse the mega long rant in tags bc i geeked out perhaps a lil too much abt pkmn au but ourghghg.... we do not talk abt how i spent at least an hour writing all this out....

[docsbestkissedoperative]

a ref of jeb i made for a thing i'm making teehee

(more thoughts in the tags bc i'm shy but his design is mostly based off of his mpn and live appearance! i got the idea to tear his lab coat up and finally decided to make his pants darker like his live action ver from @/fluffydeoxys' design and the elbow bandages from someone who gave him elbow pads but i can't find them SOBS.

i see his bandages as his way to keep himself together in some fear he'd come apart lol

also thought about the cross necklace from @/mersei47's design and it's on the mpn card of him! i did put some beads to make it appear a bit more rosary like but never able to finish even a single mystery on it. no one to reach out to but yourself now!)

[nbnaruto]

These are brain worms that have been eating me and idk what to do with but what if danny phantom × pjo/toa crossover that's danny/amnesiac!lester. He hit his head when he crashed landed in that dumpster and forgot everything, stumbled out of the alley and wandered away. Meg just misses him, instead good ol Danny finds him and because he's a nice guy they go to the hospital together and stay in touch. They find out Lester (or whatever he'd be going by with no memories) is basically a ghost (ha) and Danny is like hey you know where ghosts belong, the most haunted town in America:] and lester has nothing else going on so they both leave and the gods have no fucking clue where mortal apollo is. I imagine he stays like that for a while (years in my head because it's funny for me but has horrid implications) until he gets hit in the face with a dodgeball and it all comes back to him. Cue monumental mental breakdown because as far as he was concerned he was 100% human until now.

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

(textless + timelapse below cut)

[thenormalenjoyerr]

wguwguh.........

[mistyycowoa]

Confessing my sins to the internet because my irl friends don't know my tumblr

I'm actually a horrible friend and I don't plan to change :)

I'll be a good friend to anyone I actually like and I usually don't associate with people who I don't like, but sometimes there will be an occasional lonely (usually annoying) kid that follows me around. (They're lonely for a reason.) I kinda hate people who are loud literally all the time but I can hold my tongue and this kinda person just doesn't leave because they're not being told directly to leave.

What do I do? I talk to them only when I need them, I make unnecessarily mean comments as a joke, I point out their obvious flaws that I know they have a hard time changing, and all while they still follow me around like I'm not kinda bullying them.

Sometimes I'll treat them like an actual friend when I'm in a good mood, but if I'm not, then the unfortunate victim becomes my emotional punching bag. (I have ways to quickly fix my mood and this is completely unnecessary and I could distance myself until I feel better like how I do with actual friends.) I think this is like. Breadcrumbing? Anyways yeah, toxic shit.

If any of your "friends" treat you like this, they don't see you as a friend. If they leave you doubting if they like you or not, leave you doubting if you're actually friends, they probably don't see you as a friend. (because that's the case for me :3 )

I'm a horrible human being and I don't feel nearly as bad as I should about it :)