#and hello kitty cus why not

[ditzytwinks]

every time i’m on twitter i learn about something against my will

[awniie]

HELLO KITTY

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ summary: sukuna breaks your favorite stuffed animal

content: fem!reader, pathetic attempt at fluff n angst , reader cries when he breaks the stuffie, mean!sukuna-ish, readers gets called a baby (derogatory), reader is called small, modern au, implied sex, proofread to an extent

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ notes: I’m not sure what compelled me to write this, like at all !! also I tried not to refer to him as a boyfriend in this cus I don’t see him as one :sob:

“what..is that?” Sukuna asked as he entered the room. He was talking about the little cat toy you were snuggling with. You held it tightly against your chest, the blue light of your phone casting onto the dolls white cotton covering.

“Oh her? It’s hello kitty!” You exclaimed, quite proudly for a grown woman with a cat doll between her chest. You shut off your phone and roll over to show him the toy. Sukuna snatched it from off your body and inspected the…thing. It was white and fuzzy with black sewn eyes and a matching butter-colored nose. As if that wasn’t trivial enough, the toy wore a tiny little pair of overalls and a small pink bow ontop its ear. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, It was the epitome of naivety and childishness, and it made him sick. Curiously, He tested the elasticity of the toy, pulling and stretching her limbs in awful ways.

“Kuna, be careful! You’ll break her.” You warned, arms reaching for your poor kitty. You quickly remembered why you were hesitant to show him the doll earlier, that your hello kitty was small and delicate and sukuna was quite the opposite, and now your worst fears coming true. Your protests fell on ignorant ears, and the sickening sound of ripping fabric filled them instead. Scratchy white poly-fil spewed in the air. Your boyfriend stood in front of you, a look of mild surprise played on his features as he held the now-headless hello kitty.

“Huh.” he murmured before throwing it on the floor sending more fluff scattered across the room.

“Sukuna! What is wrong with you?” You accused, rushing over to where your beheaded kitty laid. He couldn’t believe how quick you left off the bed, cradling the ripped doll in your hands.

“It’s not my fault it was made so cheaply. Plus, you too old to be playing with dolls anyway.” He said, quickly disregarding the whole thing.

“No! That was my hello kitty, you had no right to break it.” You told him between sniffles, holding the two pieces of your hello kitty in each of your palms. Warm tears ran down your cheeks and your nose reddened.

“Do you see yourself right now? You’re acting like a fucking baby.” Sukuna retorted, annoyed at your reaction. He honestly didn’t mean to break it, but what’s done is done and you were a fool for thinking that lashing out at him could change that. “It’s just a child’s toy, get over it.”

“You are sick. I hate you!” You yelled, holding the pieces of your broken toy close and leaving the room, not before slamming the door with teeth-rattling force.

Sukuna sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t expect you to get so animated over a cartoon cat replica, but then again human emotions were much more sporadic and quite frankly annoying. He gave your outburst no more than another thought. He knew you well enough to know you’d be back soon, crying and whining and begging him to talk to you and give you some attention. He’d just have to patient until your came your to senses..

..Or at least that’s what he thought. Your boyfriend seemly underestimated your ability to hold a grudge. You hadn’t truly spoken to him in 3 days, the most he’s gotten out of you being “uh huh” or “no”. He pretended your coldness didn’t bother him, but it did. A lot more then it should’ve. The pointed shoulder-checks, the refusal to make any eye contact, leaving the room whenever he walked in. It really bothered him. He knew that the only way to get back your favor was with probably some form of atonement. But, he has his own pride to worry about and he refused to be the one to grovel at your feet and apologize. No it would be you. He was Sukuna Ryomen and he would not bend to the will of a foolish mortal girl.

But, a week without speaking to your other can be unbearable, even for a callous curse such as Sukuna. After being with you so long, he found himself having a sort longing for you. Why would he though? He didn’t need anyone, especially not you. If anything, you needed him…so why weren’t you acting like it?

Even though you were mad at him, outwardly you seemed fine. You were doing everything on your own, pretending as if this giant curse of a man didn’t even exist. You still laughed at stuff on your phone, you still ate your favorite foods and enjoyed yourself, while Sukuna clearly wasn’t.

He hated the silence that he had grown unfamiliar with after being with you. You seemed to never shut up before, but now? Sukuna found himself longing for your annoying voice and pestilential chattiness.

He missed your body. He missed your delicate fingers that you would intertwine with his rough, pointed ones whenever you went to the store with him. He’d express so many times that he didn’t like you doing that and he’d “cut your fingers off” if you did it again. But you always did, and it never happened.

He hated the absence of your warmth. He had become so accustomed to your late night snuggling, he had trouble sleeping without it. One particular lonesome night, he watched you sleep from the door you always left slightly cracked. He longed to be next to you, to feel your faint breath tickling his neck, to run his hands down the curve of your spine, to have your sleep-mucked face be the first thing he sees in the morning.

So, that’s why he was now on the couch, hissing and cursing as he attempted to put the stitch through the tiny hole of the needle. He was trying to sew your god-damned hello kitty back together, which proved to be a much harder task than he thought initially. Sukuna had watched you do it many times, stitching whatever article of clothing he had ripped off of you the night before. You made it look simple, and of course you were just a little human. Nothing you did would take much skill, right?

“Fuck!” He hissed through clenched teeth and he stabbed the pin through the pad of his finger. A bead of dark-red blood swole and eventually dripped down his finger. Watching the blood drop made him think of you. You would’ve taken his tattooed hand and cooed at the injury, leaving a kiss on the stabbed finger. He always thought you were stupid for making such a display over a little nick, but now? He felt some sort of…emptiness without your comfort. Sukuna quickly chased those thoughts away, telling himself that he was only doing this for his own benefit, not for you. No, he’d never do something like this for you.

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“Kuna…?” You called, the moniker sounding foreign on your tongue after a long week of ignoring the man to whom it belonged too. His head quickly snapped as he watched you come into the room, treading lightly as if the tension could break with a footstep too heavy. In your arms was the patched up doll, looking a little limp but still in one piece.

“What do you want?” He asked, his tone glacial, suggesting that he didn’t care. But he knew he cared a lot, a lot more than he should’ve.

Just a few minutes ago, Sukuna creeped into the bedroom, ensuring sure you wouldn’t hear him over the sound of a running shower. Afte the coast was clear, he meticulously placed the doll on your bed, propped up on a pillow, the hello kitty freshly washed and sewn. He relished on his work, shoving away the feeling of…anxiety? Then he waited and waited for you, hurrying back to his place on the couch only when he heard the shower faucet stop running.

“Did you…fix my doll?” You asked, leaving the question hanging in the heavy air. You avoided eye contact as you sat across from him, fiddling with the hello kitty’s stubby arms.

“What does it look like? It’s fixed, isn’t it?” He retorts, gesturing to the crude stitches that encircled that dolls neck. He sounded pissed off, but he was far from it. He missed your voice, even if you were wasting it by asking him stupid questions.

“Oh,” was all you were able to say. Sukuna rolled his eyes, mimicking your “oh”.

You stumbled with your speech, trying to find the right response. In all honesty, you were shocked. “T-Thank you.” You murmured, your voice a little louder now.

“yeah, whatever. Now you have your doll, so you can stop your damn sulking.” He muttered, waving his hand in dismal. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, careful not to break the delicate silence.

Warmth bloomed inside of your chest. Yeah the stitching was clusmy, revealing his lack of delicacy, but somehow it felt better than him buying a new stuffed animal. There was something that was almost thoughtful about it, and sukuna ryomen was anything but the sort.

He couldn’t believe himself either. Had he really done that, for you? It was impossible. He could’ve easily forced you to speak to him, or lashed out at you for being a brat. So why didn’t he? He sat there, waiting for the repercussions of his actions to hit him. Disgust. anger. anything. but strangely, it never came. Instead he felt a sense of relief and lets out a breath he had no idea he had been holding.

You then slipped into his arms, your ear resting against his surprisedly-existent heartbeat. The hello kitty was still in your grasp, and you fiddled into between your two hands. He didn’t say anything, because he wasn’t even sure that words would come out of his mouth. You felt so nice on him again, and he placing his around you, never wanting to let you go.

As the two of you laid there, distressing fact came crashing down on him. You had broke him. You contorted his barbarous heart into ways that no stich could fix.

[princessbrunette]

police chief! daughter x jj is so 😍🤤 Like imagine he has a warrant out for his arrest and your dad and some deputies are out looking for him and he crawls through your window to hide, and you’re all flustered and he’s just grinning saying something like “the chief’ll never assume big bad jj is hiding in his sweet daughters bed” !!!!

just moaned wtf !

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you’re all scared when your window starts sliding upwards in the night, sitting up in your bed with wide eyes, your only defence the hello kitty plushie under your arm. that is until the familiar blonde head of fluffy hair pops up, a goofy grin on his face — almost unbothered like he didn’t totally have a warrant out for his arrest.

“jj!” you gasp when he climbs through your window with the elegance of a reversing dump truck with no wheels. he catches a trinket before his boot knocks it off your chest of drawers, grimacing at himself.

“whoops.” he whispers, holding up an apologetic hand before tip toeing over to your bed, bringing in the smell of outside air and himself with him. “hi baby!”

“you shouldn’t be here!” you stand up on your knees to fuss over him, warm hands touching his cold hands as you glance over at the door, paranoid. he sneaks in a kiss or two.

“we’re fine, i did a 360 of the perimeter— daddy dearest is fast asleep. know that ‘cus his lights off. anyway, how’s my girl?” he smiles, still panting from his journey up to your room.

“you know you have a warrant out for your arrest right?” you nag, wide eyed and nervous as he flops down onto his back on your bed, resting a hand behind his head. he shrugs, like you had mentioned something small and petty.

“minor charges. no offence but your dads a dick— y’know he’s only pushing this arrest ‘cus he’s all mad at me, thinking i’m in his daughters guts.” he inspects a nail when some dirt beneath it catches his eye, picking it out.

“well you are.” you give him a look and he smirks.

“nothin’ gets past that keen police officer intuition huh? i’on know how he didn’t realise sooner, to be honest.” he rolls off the bed, walking over to the door. “this door locks right?”

“yes, why?” you furrow your brows, listening to him slowly turn the lock before giving your door handle a few test wiggles. he turns back towards you, walking towards the bed.

“oh, i’m stayin’ over. that’s cool right? i can crash?” he starts to kick his boots off, toeing them off and kicking them under your bed.

“are you crazy? if my dad catches you—”

“the doors locked. he’s not gonna catch me.” he reaches you, cupping your cheek and staring deeply into your eyes as if trying to convince you. “they’re lookin’ for me out there,” he gestures to the window. “last place they expect me to be is in his pretty little daughters bed, right?” his teeth glimmer in the low light of your room as he grins again before unzipping his pants, kicking them off to climb into your bed. you bite your lip deep in thought, turning around to watch him get comfortable.

“you joinin’ me or what, princess? pretty cold in here without you.”

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[goodboyaudios]

hello mr gb. audios, i would like to inform you of my cat albus. NO. HE IS NOT NAMED AFTER MR. YORK. i named him a long time ago when i still liked harry potter and i named him albus after dumbledore, but it has come to my attention that my cat

IS BASICALLY ALBUS YORK⁉️⁉️

lemme break it down for ya, we got albus for free when he was a barn cat and now he has taken upon himself to gaurd our house (he’s a completely outdoor cat) he’s always super stoic and really just like- the ultimate man cat yk. complete chad.

then we got ollie, who has basically become his litte brother (SO NOW WE GOT A DEVLIN TOO.)

but here’s the real kicker, albus (the cat) hates female cats. HATES. with a capital H. always has

but then this sweet, shy and frightened stray girl cat started living in our garage, and for some reason… he just..didn’t care?? this was really weird for him. eventually she opened up to us and now she’s a total sweetheart, her name is olive, and she LOVES albus, loves loves loves that boy.

COME TO FIND OUT OLIVE IS PREGNANT.

we know the litter isn’t albus’s cus he’s neutered but STILL.

she had five kittens and they now also live in our garage in a little makeshift kitty pen we made, they are gonna be six weeks next week.

AND AGAIN, ALBUS HAS TAKEN ON A HUGE FATHERLY ROLE FOR THESE KITTENS.

if olive isn’t watching them, he is, the kittens call out to him like he’s the father, whenever we bring the kittens out to play he’s always watching them, just distantly keeping an eye on them and their safety.

olive had gotten more attached to him too, she nuzzles up to him and follows him everywhere, it’s honestly adorable

so yeah that sums up why my cat and your character would be best friends

the cat in question⬇️

Calbus

[todorokies]

CARVING PUMPKINS WITH JJK CHARACTERS

including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro

contents: nothing but fluff with some crack (?) & two horror movie namedrops

a/n: this is a bit rough cus i just wanted to put something out for the 31st but happy halloween everyone!

☆ . . . satoru loves going above and beyond for any project he subjects himself to, always finding efficient ways to add on little fun or niche details for him to be fully satisfied with the results which is why he opts to choosing a pumpkin that would be considered comically larger than the rest in the patch.

you scold him, going on about how inconvenient it is for not only you two but for the workers as well. he simply scoffs, shutting down your concerns by saying,“the bigger the better, baby!”

embarrassment fuels your body as you watch three of the field patch workers hassle with effort to strap the enormous round pumpkin onto a truck for it to be taken home. you glance over at satoru, seeing nothing but specks of light in his eyes with a beaming smile that shines so bright. you could seriously choke him right now.

miraculously, after getting the pumpkin through the door of his home, the carving starts. he changes his mind about the design at least three times even asking you to pitch in for some expertise. after an hour later, you’d come to the conclusion that there’s no way a creative design could be easily done with such huge material; opting to just do a simple smiling face (much to satoru’s dismay.)

☆ . . . suguru had cleared his schedule beforehand for this day, dressing nanako and mimiko warmly for a cool autumn afternoon with you. the day consists of corn mazes, trying candy apples, buying the girls their halloween costumes, and of course, picking pumpkins to carve later in the evening.

faint dialogue from the movie coraline plays in the background as laughter fills the joyous air. you and suguru provide assistance to nanako and mimiko with their creation while simultaneously giving them the chance to takeover their craft at anytime.

nanako chooses to do a hello kitty design, whereas mimiko did a standard jack-o-lantern face replacing the triangular eyes with hearts. suguru’s pumpkin on the other hand is etched with beautiful meticulous swirls and stars covered from bottom to top.

after the tiresome evening you both put the girls to bed, kissing them goodnight and tucking them in gently. suguru proceeds to then use four flameless candles to light up the pumpkins and put them on the pouch while you set up a new movie; the conjuring.

☆ . . . yuuji is filled with absolute glee when you agree to carve pumpkins with him. he can’t help but fondly smile to himself watching your bottom lip find solace between your teeth whilst your brows furrowed in concentration as you attempt to push your tool through the thick layers.

somwhere along the line, the slimy guts that once reside in a separate bowl, is playful getting tossed around in a war that not one of you can remember who initiated it.

fits of giggles and attempted hushed footsteps behind pieces of furniture can be heard, with not a single care in the world of the eventual mess that you’ll have to clean up. yuuji doesn’t mind though so long as he can be by your side during it.

the fight calms down, the pumpkins get finished, the mess is cleaned up and the two of you are snuggled up in his bed watching a nightmare on elm street. with him providing you comfort whenever the jumpscares get a bit too frightening.

☆ . . . megumi actually prefers to paint pumpkins rather than carve them. his reasoning being that painting provides him an artistic range that pumpkins ironically don’t, however, that doesn’t stop him from indulging in the activity to spend quality time with you.

sitting opposite from each other with old newspapers spread out on the wooden floors of his dorm room, megumi softly dips his thin paintbrush in the white acrylic paint forming tiny ghosts on the surface.

he steals a couple of glances from you and when your eyes finally met his own, his heart skips a few beats with a small pout on his lips once he feels blush creeping up his face. you turn over the pumpkin you were working on and megumi’s mouth slightly agapes.

it’s a person? or something resembling of a person with spiky hair. megumi groans once he figures out you carved —or at least attempted— a portrait of him. he snickers then reassures you that you tried your best, soon setting aside his painted pumpkin he picks up a new one getting ready to carve you a portrait of yourself.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[cheriden]

「 オトナブルー otonablue 」 。。。

The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

── synopsis 。Celebrating your entry to senior high school, you decide to change your style up a bit.

pairing 。choi soobin x f! reader

.ᐟ genre 。fluff

.ᐟ tags 。high-school au, friends to lovers

.ᐟ status & word count 。oneshot | 2.59k

.ᐟ warnings/notes 。reader is fem presenting and has insecurity/vanity issues, as always i did not proofread

It’s summer; the station bustles with movement—passengers on their phones and overhead systems announcing the arrival of the upcoming train. The pathetic whirs of the overhead fan do nothing to quench heat, small children running around even as the floor is shrouded in something sticky, further aggravating you. Afraid of missing the next ride, you yank at Soobin to get his attention.

He’s busy though, entertaining a flock of girls currently plaguing him about himself. Soobin was never the type to leave a person hanging, more out of the fear of one’s judgment over pride for himself. “My type?” He ponders, ignoring your incessant curses and the gush of the passing vehicle. It takes off, only urging the brunette to stall further out of spite for your punching at his midrib. “Someone tall and pretty, with a confident personality. Preferably older.” Eavesdropping, though can you really call it that?, you glance at how the group deflates his response, even as you’re busy annoying him. He excuses himself, points at the train behind him prior to interlocking his arm with yours, and drags you away to the loading platform with your eyes still on the girls.

They’re captivating, towering and slim; you’re pretty sure you’ve seen idols and celebrities wear something similar, and you can’t help but stare down on yourself. You look homely: A plain house shirt that isn’t quite a type fit nor oversized, green cargo shorts that stop at your knees, flat sneakers that don’t do your height any favors and a hello kitty hair clip you’ve had since birth messily clamped into your hair. Lost in thought, you’re almost mauled by the door as the taller pulls you inside. He tuts, “We’re gonna be late because of you.” Rolling your eyes, you plop down onto one of the seats, Soobin following suit. “We’re late because you were busy flirting,” you retort, “late. On the first day, nonetheless.” A scowl spreads across his face, using two fingers to push your forehead, causing you to bump your head against the metal. “We wouldn’t need a review center if you didn’t flunk your statistics class.” Reaching to yank his hair, you fall short and stick your tongue out at him instead. “And why are you here? Because if my memory proves me right, you’re on the verge of failing it too.” The next stop frees up space, opting for Soobin to sit next to you. “Your mom ratted out about this place to my mom. I was gonna pass just fine” A rather obnoxious laugh falls from your mouth, earning the judging glares of random passersby. “If “just fine” is you randomly filling out your bubble test sheet, then I guess we’d all be just fine.” “Stop doing those air quote things!” He groans, swatting your fingers. “You’ll see. I'll finish all my work early and be free for the rest of the break.”

“It doesn’t work like that, idiot. You know what, it doesn’t even matter.” You lie, more for yourself than for him. “I doubt college entrance exams have it, I heard they don’t allow calculators.” Shaking his head, he presses his head on the window, trying to figure out the upcoming terminal. “Nah, you’re expected to do it mentally. Get up, this is our stop.” Mouth falling open, you try to collect yourself as Soobin yanks you up. “Are they insane?! How do they expect me to do all that in under an hour?” He shrugs, arms on your shoulders as you navigate the current of bodies. It’s summer, yet fate has you running back and forth the city studying for exams and running chores.

Half of your subconscious is listening to the instructor as she points at the whiteboard about—well, you don’t really know. The other half focuses on the magazine in your lap, free hand flipping through the pages as the other (pretends to) solve the problem in your workbook. A noise resounds through the hardwood desk, and you look up to see that the source is your seatmate’s ballpen. Relief fills your body as you pull all your attention onto the lesson, though it’s cut short when you see a notebook slide onto your side of the shared table. The sheet reads: “What are you looking at?” Nudging the pad over to you, you write back, “Fashion inspo. Want a makeover,“ with a sad face haphazardly sketched beside it. The other moves inches near the side of your face, voice small and low as she whispers. “Meet me in the women’s room after our session.”

The giddy feeling doesn’t leave your body, not as you were impatiently rushing through the activities, and not as you wait inside the washroom like a child waiting for their parent. She exits the stall, and it’s only then that you take in her as a whole. The girls from earlier were no match for her: hair freshly bleached and lobes pierced, thin shrug and loose crop top on as she strides in front of the mirror. “Sorry, had to pee.” She mutters, eyes glued to her hands while washing them. “So, why do you want a makeover?” Playing with the strap of your bag, you’re unable to give a direct answer. You aren’t even sure yourself. “Well, since I’m entering my senior year next term, so I think I styled myself more mature.” The other nods, eyes boring into yours as reflected by the mirror. “I think you’d look good with blue hair.” Blushing, you flounder over yourself, trying to maintain composure. “Thanks, but my school wouldn’t even allow makeup.” The blonde drags you over to the counters, dumping her sanitary pouch. “So, wear light makeup.” Your eyes glimmer as they scan each product, all the packages of pink, black, and red sitting prettily on the marble. “That’s a thing?” Nodding lazily, she grabs your wrist and one of her various lip balms, swatching it across the skin. “You don’t seriously think the prettiest girls in your class are barefaced, do you?” Listening attentively, you watch patiently as the other retreats her things into her tote. “You got your wallet?” You nod. “Got any cash on you?” You tilt your hand sideways, and the blonde thinks it’s good enough. “None of my old stuff matches your skin tone. Come on, we’re going to hunt for supplies.”

“Soobin! Wait up for me you idiot!” The brunette turns his head in hostility, slightly taken aback by your form. “Were you going to leave without me? Huh? You psycho.”

He inspects you from head to toe: The new barrette that shimmers in plastic gold, fitted tank top that sits halfway atop your belly button, denim shorts that reveal the plush of your thighs, platform sandals that you surprisingly don’t wobble in. The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

Wait, what?

He dismisses the feeling, shooting back, “You left without me yesterday. I was just going to bike today.” Pout deepening, you clasp your hands together for mercy. “Please let me ride with you, ‘Binnie? I used all my allowance yesterday.” He laughs in disbelief, mounting his bike. “You’re so dead when your parents find out you missed a study day.” Screaming into the air, you grasp onto his shirt in an attempt to stop him from leaving. Not like he was going to, but he finds you hilarious like this. “Not if she kills you first for wearing that out.” You huff, crossing your arms at him. “It’s hot Soobin. Do you want me to die? Do you want me to die of a heat stroke or by the hands of my own mother?” Tapping his chin, he fakes a thought. “Both are very tempting.” You stare at him as if he betrayed you. With a smirk, he pats onto the seat behind him.

Upon arriving at the center, you roam around the sidewalk while waiting for the other as he locks his bike to the racks. Soobin can’t help but observe you sulk at the view of other kids your age out and about with their friends, eating ice cream and complaining about the weather, like that was the worst thing they had to worry about at the moment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar figure waving at you. As he nears you, you gasp and wave back, poking at the brunette relentlessly in order to get his attention. “Soobin! Yeonjun’s here!” You rush to hug the aforementioned, immediately patting down his pockets for anything edible. “She hasn’t had anything since breakfast. Spent all her money on useless things again.” Scoffing, you let go, adjusting the fit of your top. “All my purchases are investments! You don’t understand me.”

Yeonjun continues to ignore the two of you bicker, interjecting when you escalate to name-calling each other. “Aren’t you dolled up today?” He asks rhetorically, toying with the edges of your hair. The tallest watches you gleam at the words, linking your arm with the eldest. You fish for compliments, pressing the weight of your body against his, “Right? Am I pretty today?” Yeonjun finds endearment in your ceaseless puppy-eyes, and the brunette can all but see the non-existent tail wagging in the other’s presence. “Yes, you look very pretty today.” You squeal, and Soobin’s a bit annoyed, though he chalks it up to the fact that you’ve been outside in the heat for what it feels like hours. “See Soobin? See? ‘Junnie thinks I’m pretty today.” He rolls his eyes in response, walking through the front door as the two of you continue to trail behind him, hand-in-hand and complimenting each other like lovers.

The hours seem to slip away with surprising swiftness, feet tapping as the tutor concludes the session. It’s a Friday, and Soobin promised he’d go to the arcade with you today. Making your way through the halls in search of the brunette, you peek through each door, halting at the familiar ring of your name.

“I seriously don’t know what she’s up to. She looks stupid with that eyeshadow. It’s abhorrent.” Crouching by one of the corners in hiding, you can hear the giggling of those you recognize to be your schoolmates. “Must be seeking attention. Honest to God, it’s so unserious. Like she raids her bigger sister’s closet when she’s not home.” Fiddling with the hem of your top, you latch your teeth onto your lower lip, unable to stop the prick of tears forming at your eyes.

You suppose your interest in vanity was rather sudden, a shock to those around you and even to your closest friends. Combing the clips out of your hair, you toy with the frayed ends—a result of using an iron to style them like the models in photoshoots, the girls on the platform, and your seatmate with bleached hair. Maybe it was stupid and pointless. Why was this even affecting you so much? All you wanted was to feel good about yourself. You bury your face in your arms, cries flowing freely and silently onto the floor.

Just then, a large figure shadows you, prying your arms apart desperately. It isn’t until you hear who it is that you stop to gaze up. “Where the hell did you run off to?” Soobin asks, grasp on your sides softening when he notices the redness in your cheeks, ugly snot running from your nose.

For a while you’re just staring at him. He’s properly handsome—big eyes, tall nose, plump lips. You think it’s unfair. “Do you genuinely think I look stupid?” His brows furrow, brain struggling to connect the timeline of events that had led you here. “Where did that even come from?” In an attempt to restrain yourself from sniffling, it results in an even uglier, unhinged snort. You ignore it, as well as the look Soobin gives you. It’s not sharp, it’s not pity, you’re not entirely sure what it is. “I thought you said it was your type?” He lets out a large exhale, chuckling as he settles beside you. “Is that why you started dressing like this in the first place? ‘Cause I just said that so those girls would get off my back.” It takes him a while, but you can practically feel his body shoot up as he comes to an epiphany. “Do you like me?” Your body mirrors his shock, but in your case it’s a call to defend yourself. “I thought it was universal like!”

A genuine smile finds its way onto his face, disappearing when he clears his throat. “Well,��� he starts, cupping your face as he pulls you in closer, “I like you regardless of what you put on.” Tracing the ends of your jaw, his eyes move to gaze onto your lips, then your eyes, then your nose. He connects every feature of yourself that makes you, you. Your heart gets caught up in your throat, thumping a million times per second. Eyes screwed shut, you clench your bag when the warmth of his breath mixes with yours. He seals the gap with a peck on the mouth, movement stuttering as you feel his nervousness through the action. A beat passes, but you kiss back—head tilting to slot into him. His lips taste of sugar and bread, a reflection of its plumpness as it glazes itself in your lip balm. Everything about him is warm, and you all but chase it when you disconnect, both of your cheeks flushed in pink as you falter and pant on his shoulder. “So I’m guessing you like me back.” He remarks, still unsure of himself as he toys with the strings of his sweater, eyes avoiding yours. “So what? You liked me first?” Taking it as acknowledgement, he bites the inners of his cheek with a meek smile,”Well, I only found out recently.” Your hand ghosts near his, desperate for his warmth again but too afraid to say anything. “I think… I’ve known for a while now… Just needed something to make me think of it consciously.” His fingers are the same, testing the waters when he carefully entangles it with yours. In an attempt to lessen the amount of awkward tension that holds the air, he states the obvious. “I think a kiss would do it, yeah.” It doesn’t work, not really, so he gets up to stretch the nerves off, you following suit with his hand still in yours. It’s your turn to try saying something, but you’re not really sure what to say. “My lipstick is ruined.” Of course, your main default is to complain and nitpick. “You must take responsibility! I had a hard time putting all this together.” He grins when you gander at the physical connection, inspecting it from all sides as you rotate it slightly. “You still look pretty.” He asserts, swaying them back and forth as you make your way out of the building. “But would you say it was a good investment?”

Soobin’s head swivels to flash you his pointed eyes, “Are you surveying me for a product review after I kissed you?” With a shrug, you bump your body against his with a little force. “Maybe. Or maybe you should kiss me again.”

“Maybe.”

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[iknowher]

　　𝜗℘　🍹　‚ 　𝐊ISS 𝐌E﹗

　𓍢🌴　sum.　𓂃　what happens when your boss get pregnant, and you're forced to take care of her office in sweet ol' paris? 　𓍢🍍　cw.　𓂃　no smut but does have sexual undertones. reader gets called pet names quite often.. and described as female. emily in paris spoilers (not major) 　𓍢🌊　wc.　𓂃　~2.5k ⠀ ۪ ⠀✿　my note！　so.. this is heavily inspired by emily in paris 'cus i honestly think it's a good series imo

you lived in a suburban area, somewhere in nagoya. you also heard stories about paris— that it was the city of love. the longer you think about it, the more you get nauseous. it started with one phone call. you quickly hurried to it as it started ringing an obnoxious loud tone. you grabbed the phone rapidly, curious on who it was. with a swipe of your finger to the right, you picked up. you still recognized that voice— it was your boss. ‘’hey!’’ she said in a cheery manner, the audio was quite glitchy the more she spoke and some parts weren’t even audible— it wasn’t strange, she lived in central tokyo.

‘’hi? is there anything?’’ you asked in a polite manner, wondering why she was calling at 1 am. you were in the bathroom, getting ready to go to bed peacefully. ‘’yeah— sooo.. i’m pregnant.’’ ‘’HUH? what? when? how—’’ she interrupts you in the middle of your rambling by letting out a chuckle. ‘’silly. that doesn’t matter. but what does matter is i’m going on preg’ leave.’’ she thinks for a moment, ‘’ah… also, i need you to take care of my office in paris..’’ she trails off, not sure if you were going to be happy about it— you didn’t really have a choice. your eyes light up, it was like a kid getting invited to disneyland— but this was much better than disneyland. this was PARIS. the city of looooove. your crowded thoughts quickly disappear when she says, ‘’remember, it’s for 6 months. and it’s no vacation, you still gotta work.’’ you frown, knowing that you’d still have to be forced to partake in boring ass projects. ‘’sounds good. when?’’

‘’tomorrow.’’ your heart basically drops, seriously? tomorrow? dammit— now you’d have to worry about packing in, instead of sleeping like normal. and is it even that good? you’d probably have to learn french, the culture.. everything that comes along with it. wait— hold on. how could you forget? you also had a boyfriend here, in japan. and you’d somehow have to beg him to come to paris with you— but he’s basically a workaholic! you hang up on your bosswithout realizing it, you were frantically calling nanami. ‘’hello, darling?’’ he says in a puzzled tone to the phone’s speaker. ‘’oh. yeah, hi nanami— something supa’ important.’’ you weren’t sure how you’d tell him, i mean… it’s such a big responsibility for you, and for him.. you didn’t even know where he’d work at. maybe the office you were at? maybe he doesn’t even like working there. you were so clueless, but you just decided to say it straight-up. ‘’i’m going to paris. tomorrow. you’re coming with me!’’ you hadn’t realized it yet, but you were begging him. ‘’what..?’’ he stammers, confused what you were talking about it. ‘’honey— you know i can’t come to paris. and definitely not tomorrow.’’ ‘’nanami. this is no vacation— i’m going there for 6 months. for work. my (former) boss is going on pregnancy leave, and i have to take care of her office in paris.’’ you try to explain, not sugarcoating anything.

‘’sorry, i can’t do it.’’ he said in a stern manner, a huge contrast to your behavior. your heart double-dropped. what is this feeling? heartbreak? probably. ‘’and. i don’t wanna do long distance…’’ you furrow your eyebrows, was he.. breaking up with you? instead of responding, you hung up.

who cares? you’d had bigger issues anyway. right?? like packing in for, for paris! oh no.. you were one minor inconvenience away from a full-blown breakdown. you hurried to grab a stable suitcase. let’s not talk about the metallic hello kitty pattern on it. you were sure people were gonna comment on it, but whatever. confidence is key! (damn, you can recite positivity quotes like a song in your head— but that’s not gonna help anything)

you waddled to the closet, to shove as much as you can in your suitcase. are you sure that’s not a bit overboard..? you knew deep down you’d probably be forced to pay a mandatory fee for your fatass luggage. you put other basic amenities in, till your case couldn’t even be shut. is this overpackeritis? if so, you were probably diagnosed with it. you had to take some (a lot) of items, even your most memorable ones! like your hello kitty hairbrush. oh god. we’re not a hello kitty girl, right? even though it’s only been, what, 10 minutes? you felt your hands cramp up from carrying that heavy suitcase to one room to another. it’s good that you finished packing in. you walked— no, jumped on your bed before falling fast asleep. wow, that’s one sure way to get over a breakup… by sleeping it off! ring.. ring.. ring.. you heard your doorbell go off like 5 times. ‘’madam! mademoiselle! you are going to miss your flight!’’ the male.. and presumably french taxi driver shouts from the door. you rubbed your eyes, before quickly heading downstairs with your suitcase in hand. shit! you were still wearing your horrid statement shirt.. and batman pyjama pants? people were gonna think you weren’t good in the head. oh, whatever— you overslept, so now you have to go through the consequences of not being able to dress into something more appropriate. you open the door, awkwardly hiding your questionable fashion choices away from the taxi driver. ‘’hey.. um.’’ you smiled, and the second he turned around, you made sure to step out of the door. (and wow! you now magically have your phone in your hand and passport in the other.) you made sure to lock the door before catching up with the taxi driver. you weren’t sure if that was a weird glance from him.. you stepped in the car, it was probably a toyota. the interior was all-black, but it was still somewhat clean. sure, some dust particles in the crevices, however it was much better than the other cars you were in. (like nanami’s one— maybe that’s a bit too petty...) as soon as you put on your seatbelt, the person starts driving.. a bit too fast. sir, it’s a 25 mph street…! you don’t say anything, just hoping that he wouldn’t drive a kid over. he probably has a driver’s license (you hope), so it doesn’t matter. you look outside the window, before realizing you weren’t gonna see your house anymore for.. 6 months.

hmm.. before even realizing it— you were already at the nagoya chubu airport. ‘’have a good day, madam.’’ the taxi driver smiles faintly before heading off. you turn around, never having realized the sheer size of an airport. and even though it was still early, there were loads of people. tons of commotions in every part of the air terminal. you honestly felt overwhelmed, but you powered through and found the lane you needed to be at. LANE 6, TIME: 06:30 (or 5:30 am for the americans…) fast forward to when you finally arrive in paris. wait, not yet, you were still at the paris charles de gaulle airport. you were getting picked up by someone. he had beefy arms, you swear a vein would pop if he tried flexing it. he also had huge tits, i mean a huge chest. before you could stare any longer, he looked down at you. sure, he was attractive, but also damn intimidating..! ‘’what are ya starin’ at?’’ he lets out a scoff. ‘’hurry up and get in the car.’’ he opens the car door for you, hey, atleast that was polite. you nod, hurriedly getting in the BMW car. it was significantly less clean, some cigarette packs scattered throughout, a lot of dust.. and even a cobweb in the corner. you felt a lump grow in your throat, but you still wanted to know some information about him. ‘’wha.. what’s your name?’’

‘’toji. toji zenin.’’ he clenches the steering wheel. you recognize that last name! it being a somewhat well-known clan in japan. ‘’ah.. why are you in paris then?’’ he lets out a scoff, turning his head around and getting a good look at your face. ‘’cus’ i’m a broke ass bitch.’’ he points to the cigarette pack. ‘’pass me that.’’ he says in a non-polite way. you hesitate, wanting to be petty— but you didn’t wanna get clapped by him (but he definitely could in the bedroom). you give him the cigarettes, there were only 2 left in the red packaging. ‘’and the lighter, idiot.’’ you pass him the rusty lighter, you just saw from the amount of leftover cigarettes in the car that he must’ve been a heavy chainsmoker. he opens the window, lighting up the cig’. ‘’what’s your name, darlin?’’ he looks in the rearview mirror of the car to see the nervous look on your face, letting out a chuckle before shifting his attention to the road in front of him. ‘’um.. just call me whatever.’’ he raises an eyebrow, ‘’anything..? mmm.. so i can call you a whore. got it.’’ he says in an annoyingly sarcastic manner. you let out an inner-scoff. that’s not what i meant…! you say to yourself seriously? whore? you bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to answer. ‘’it was a joke, cutie. don’t take it seriously.’’ he says, putting the attention on the look of your face. he throws the cigarette out of the slightly open window before taking up the speed by a few notches. you soon arrive at the apartment your boss assigned to you. it was located near the office. ‘’ey, what’s your number?’’ you hesitate, not wanting to give your number to a random taxi driver and certainly not someone who nearly called you a whore— but ah.. he was certainly a fine guy… soo, whatever. you speak up, ‘’um.. it’s xxx-xxx-xxx.’’ you notice him writing it down on a small piece of paper. ‘’got it. have a fine day, darlin.’’ he slyly smirks before you open the car door and hurriedly go to your apartment door. it was on floor 4.. you think. you carry the luggage inside just to notice.. there’s no fuckin’ elevator?!

you’d have to carry this up 4 floors… you walk upstairs for what seems like an eternity. you try to open the door, before you hear someone stepping up to the door— huh? wasn’t this your apartment. the door creaks open to a blue-eyed male with frosty white hair. ‘’mmm? who’s this?’’ he keeps the door open by leaning his arm against it. ‘’i.. believe this is my apartment?’’ he looks confused for a moment. ‘’ah… on which floor are you supposed to go?’’ ‘’floor.. 4?’’ his smirk turns into a full blown smile. ‘’silly ass. in france, the first floor for you is the ground floor for us. so you have to go up one floor.’’

you let out a huff that was a bit too audible, because he quickly notices the luggage behind you. ‘’you want me to help you carry that? i assume you’re from japan?’’ he looks you up and down, nearly letting out a laugh when he notices what you’re wearing. you furrow your eyebrows, ‘’yea, how do you know?’’ he puts his hands in his pockets. ‘’pfft.. oh, nothing— you totally don’t have a sanrio suitcase. don’t worry, i’m from japan too.’’ you hesitate, he didn’t look remotely japanese— not to be stereotypical or anything, but he had white hair and horrifying blue eyes. traits that aren’t normal in japan.. or really, anywhere else. ‘’why are you looking like that? i really am~’’ he nudges your shoulder as he carries your suitcase upstairs. ‘’why are you in france, anyway?’’ he shrugs, ‘’cause japan got too boring.’’ eh.. too boring? he wasn’t here for work or anything.. but just ‘cause he felt like it? ‘’how rich are you?’’ i mean, he lived in central paris— the capital of france, usually apartments don’t come too cheap. you both walk up to the apartment you should’ve been at. ‘’rich enough to buy a mansion in every country.’’ a grin appears on his face. ‘’even that may be an understatement.’’ your eyes widen, an understatement? you could hardly even afford to live in nagoya. his comment didn’t even make that much sense, if he can buy a mansion in every country— why would he live in a small apartment then? you open the door, noticing that the apartment is largely already decorated by who you assume was your former boss. ‘’i did jujutsu for decades. basically since i was born.’’ he adds onto his sentence. he walks in your apartment with you. ‘’wow, not bad. it’s hard to buy houses like this in paris. i’m speaking from experience, they don’t like tourists in france.’’ he looks around. you hurry to the closed curtain, before opening it to reveal a view nearby the eiffel tower. your jaw literally dropped. you frantically grabbed your phone out of your pocket to take a dozen pictures of the magnificent view. your boss must’ve bribed someone to buy this apartment— because you could’ve only dreamed about being able to see the eiffel tower so close. you noticed your instagram username.. me.in.nagoya but now you changed it to me.in.paris. you turned around, not having noticed it till now.. but damn, whoever this man was, he was undoubtedly the most charming person you’ve seen.. ‘’my name’s gojo.’’ he looks at you in a way that makes you clench your thighs together. his grin drops in a confused stare. ‘’is there something, princess?’’ he asks. ‘’nothing.. but..’’ you tug his shirt, giving him a clear and bold sign on what you wanted. his eyes glanced up and down, raising an eyebrow. ‘’ah.. i dunno~ we just met!’’ he said in a teasing manner, but you knew he was somewhat serious. ‘’pleaseeee?’’ safe to say your begging did not help. you walked up to the office with a ridiculous suit, even though french people may be fashionable.. you really stood out (in a bad way). you noticed people looking at you in a questionable manner. you hurried to your personal cubicle that was in the corner of the huge building. a woman with a brown bob walked up to you, her look was so serious— and even intimidating. ‘’madam? as-tu besoin de quelque chose?’’ what? you didn’t understand even a bit of french, sure, maybe oui and bonjour but other than that you were clueless. the look on your face said everything. ‘’ah.. no french? pas un autre touriste stupide…’’ stupide? sure, you didn’t know french, but stupide probably meant stupid. and touriste.. tourist.. wait, she was basically calling you a stupid tourist. tumblr isn't letting me write more than this.

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[riaki]

random but i got a haribo gummy roulette from the market n i think gojo’s the type to pour way too much attention into making sure theres no two of the same colors next to each other in a pack of sweet tarts or whatever hes getting cus it ‘has to be worth his money’ and he digs to the very back of the candy shelf to get the bag he thinks has the most even though they’re all factory packed. he’ll also hoard the flavors he likes and give u all the ones he doesn’t want like ur a candy trashcan

…so if you notice you’re only being fed orange gummy bears, u know why ;; of course he’ll act innocent if you ask, so if you want a taste of what ur missing out on, just give him a kiss ! n figure out which flavor he had last :p

what do u guys think his fav type of candy is… i see him w those hello kitty marshmallows w strawberry jelly in the center

[gamebunny-advance]

Doodle Dump: NSR Edition

It's been a while since I've posted a doodle dump. I guess I finally grew a sense of shame and wanted to stop posting all this bad unfinished art.

But, turns out it went away again, so here they are. I'll make another dump full of OC and misc in a bit. Thoughts and notes under the cut as per usual.

1: "Peanuts". For some reason I titled the file "peanuts" but I don't know why. They don't look like any Peanuts characters I know. This was a style test for a comic I wanted to draw, but never finished. But I MIGHT finish it someday, so I haven't included it in the doodle dump.

2: "Lovefool". Something I doodled around Valentine's day, I think. Pretty sure this can go without explanation.

3: "Young Kliff Diagram". Some ideas I had for young!Kliff. Hopefully my handwriting is legible, 'cus I'm in no mood to re-write all that right now.

4-5: "Yinu & 1010 Age Swap". Self-explanatory. I don't love either of these. I think the rose pattern pants on Yinu is kinda childish still, but I don't know where else to put the pattern~ Little 1010 is kinda cute, but he's not great.

6: Hello Kitty DJSS. After the "3 Apples Tall" doodle I did a while back, I started to like the idea that DJSS is just an unabashed fan of Hello Kitty (I think there's a specific word for that, but I don't remember what it is). Tbh, if NSR (the company) did have an actual Sanrio collab, I think Eve would probably get Hello Kitty since she's their top charter, but I also think DJSS would beg to take Hello Kitty as his collab partner.

7: "GG & MM" A doodle I did around the time of the "Gigi is a spy" discussion.

[horseshoemybeloved]

if patrick had to be baked into a cookie, what kinda cookie would he be,,,,, i think one of those double chocolate chocolate chip cookies that are fresh outta the oven and all nice

Okay fob cookie…

Pete is a honey oatmeal cookie 100% no debate. They’re so nostalgic to me, and I feel like Pete is a big nostalgia head. Also Pete has a very warm vibe to me and usually honey oatmeal has cinnamon which is a warm cozy spice.

Joe I’m getting like meringue cookies. I like oddly get a very,,,,, elegant??? Vibe from Joe ig??? Idk how to explain it I think it’s the curly hair. but yah I’m thinking one of those two. Some sorts of interesting flavor combo meringue cookie like idk lemon lavender. Or cucumber mint. Key lime. A nice crisp and light and almost refreshing cookie.

Andy,,,, idk why I’m gettin peanut butter cookie…. Solid. Stable. Structured. High protein. A little playful and child like. Maybe it is shaped like skulls or hello kitty…. I think it’s cus Andy is so disciplined with his lifestyle and all that that peanut butter cookie just seems to fit idk.

Patrick. Like an orange shortbread swirl/pinwheel. It’s a practical base ( shortbread ) ( he’s a Taurus ) but you got something a little interesting swirled in ( literally ) ( he’s got a little white boy zazz to him little pep in his step on stage ) but yeah not 2 be an astrology girlie but Patrick is SUCH a Taurus, a good solid friend, very stable and solid, a bit stubborn at times, deep appreciation for the senses ( he makes music,,, so like the sense of sound and also he has synesthesia) and idk Taurus gives me shortbread vibes ( and shortbread cus he’s SHORT!!!! HA GOTTEM!!!! )

[lolbutjustabit]

TELL ME ALLL ABOUT MARGARET

OK HUEHEH

her regular design is a margherrita and pepperoni pizza roll (you can find this design on my profile..somewhere) and she was created by accident in a lab located in pennsylvania. long story short, two of the lab's employees were eating lunch next to the cloning vats that were still in the workings, they accidentally drop their food there aaand wow boom margarett and her "sister" were created, w humanoid ish features bc the vat took some of the dna from the employee who was holding the her yk (that's why she has a bite on her head, she was bitten by one of the employees before becoming alive)

all these facts Imma say are applied to both the designs, as a regular and as a gijinka, is the same story for both so dw.

she's rlly chill, has a nice relationship w almost everyone she meets bc of that, she's rlly sweet specially w shake, but she can also be pretty assertive when she needs to, also specially w shake.

she's a stoner lol she has a hello kitty bong and frequently smokes w shake.

margarett is often losing jobs and finding new ones, also never having a stable routine, so she has the responsability to find a job, but not to mantain one lmao

her fellow creation/sister is called popcarmen, who doesn't like shake that much since he's whiny, annoying, stupid, lazy, messy....I could go on all day.

margarett had a lot of relationships w a ton of people (fun fact shes pan) before meeting shake, but she never actually wanted something serious or commitment, it was all for fun and games yk, specially bc no one actually wanted commitment w her, so she never knew what it was actually like, until she met shake ofc, clingy the way he is he prolly asked her to marry him in like the first week of knowing her lol. Took her some time to finally be his girlfriend officially, but now they're happy in a commited relationship, but still they don't think ab future, getting married and having children, they just love each other and thats it yk..

she's rlly lazy and messy, she lives in an appartment w popcarmen and she hates how destroyed margarett's room looks lol. She also has the habit of leaving junk food around the house, which pisses of popcarmen even more. And ofc, her habit is worse when shake is around, since they usually smoke together, watch movies and eat junk food, then they sleep and dont clean their mess most of the time.

margarett is rlly stupid (not as much as shake tho) and slow, so when shake tells her a joke she usually doesn't get it for HOURS, until when she finally gets it she laughs wherever she is, frequently startling ppl around her loll.

shes also pretty impulsive and can say stuff she regrets right after, she doesn't think too much before she acts.

margarett is rlly scared of being lonely and having the same feeling she felt when she was all alone in the lab when she first woke up from being created, shes rlly scared of losing ppl the loves.

most of the time she denies being wrong, not bc she knows shes wrong but doesnt admit it, but bc she ACTUALLY think shes right cus she dummmmb

she has a plutonian friend called jarvis, he helped her and her sister when they escaped from the lab. He owns a bar located in pennsylvania

hmmm theres prolly some more stuff but I cant remember it rn.. SOOO HERE U GO hope u guys like her as much as I do ^.^ AND SRRY if any of those are confusing to read, wrote this all pretty fast lol

[systastic]

hello darling <3 one would like to request a level 4 nilou fictive if possible! the only thing one would like to specify is she/her & lesbian, otherwise everything is creators choice.

hello blue text anon~ nilou is so pretty!! i hope mew enjoy fleur -🍥

gonna flesh her a lot out cus her personality ingame kinda sucks. no offense -🐝

name :: nilou, padisarah, ćeline, lilah, leila, adrienne (ari or adri as a nickname), haniya, naira, calypso, seriyah, alara, or anahita

age :: 21 to 23

pronouns :: she/her && sometimes fleur/fleurs or fae/feyr

roles :: reliever, pacific, curacormate, dear, obsonātor, social pleaser

species :: human performer

gender identity :: viscarian (the flower), myosotian (gender), musigender, genderconcerto, tambougender (first def.)

orientation :: lesbian, sapphic

source :: genshin impact

aesthetic :: bloomcore, spring, dreamy, ethereal

appearance description :: haniya is rather short, clocking in at around five feet and three inches tall. she has red-brown hair that stops just shy of her thighs, and often wears fancy dresses or outfits that look good during her dances. closed-toed shoes are rather uncomfortable and rarely fit properly due to her feet being a touch too small for her body, so she opts for sandals instead. ćeline has had abnormally short hamstrings from birth. she works hard to keep her physique and ability to move intact; this is why she dances so often, to help remain flexible and mobile. even still, fleur is somewhat chubby: the muscle she has built up from years upon years of dancing has given her a lithe yet muscular frame, and seriyah’a love of pudding has placed some chub on top. leila has a cane that she uses on days when she has pushed herself too hard; the shooting pain of walking makes it a struggle to move, even with having worked so hard. these days, her use of a cane is rare — but the chance of it happening is never quite zero.

personality description :: adrienne is a normal girl: she is sweet to her friends, kind to strangers, and harbors a deep love for dance. she is seen as the quiet girl among the dance troupe who is eager to help. those in the troupe who have problems often come to her for solutions or mediating arguments. more than this, though, naira is outspoken. what she views as misdeeds are never let off lightly; she confronts those responsible, admonishing them for their crimes and urging them to “do better next time”. she is keen to giving people second chances — but if that second chance is used up, alara will not give them a third. creativity blooms from her every movement. whether it be dance, embroidery, watercolor, or cooking, naira will do it to the fullest. minor mistakes of her own or her friends (ink smears, accidental color leaking, et cetera) are not taken too serious. there is always a chance to try again.

likes :: kind souls, cute animals such as kitties, bunnies, and puppies, her specialty pudding (other types of pudding are also good), ballet, classical music, leg strength training, wide open flower fields, embroidery, the inteyvat flower, lotus flowers, creating flower crowns or flower centerpieces, mentoring and teaching other people to dance, decorating her cane with fresh flower garlands, picnics in nature, and spending time with her close friends.

dislikes :: bastardization of any culture, hard rock, punk, or pop music, those who assume her whole personality is dancing, those who think she’s “fragile”, assumptions of ability, the rampant ableism in the dance world, those who mock others who are trying to improve and succeed, those who assume art is “easy” and that they could do it themselves (it is not easy for everyone; art is an expression of the soul. to claim it easy or that you could do the same undermines the original meaning of the piece and the work that was put into it). she has argued with other troupe members over this before.

front triggers :: classical music, dance lessons, soft and sweet piano compositions, watching ballet, and going to an art gallery

signoff :: ⚜️ or 🩰 (no others really match…)

mood board :: can be found here

songs for you :: merry go round of life from howl’s moving castle, le cygne by camille saint-saëns, clair de lune by claude debussy, the mercy of the wind by million eyes, return to versailles by joshua kyan aalampour, ballerina by yehezkel raz

kins :: the sugar plum fairy from the nutcracker, odette from swan lake, ondine from ondine

typing quirk? :: spaces out her words . . . nothing is ever too close together . avoids capital letters , does not use adverbs or contractions very often , and has a flowery way of speaking . manner of speech is comparable to purple prose .

image source here!

[skincareroutine]

my mom just told me to order smthn cus hello kitty is turning 50 n she was like why dont u order smthn and also her sister n i was like what do u mean u mean melody? hello kitty doesnt have a sister n my mom clocked me n was like oh then who's mimmy n i googled it n apparently she does have a twin sister. n then my mom was like she has a boyfriend too. who knows this information. get a job

[shinakazami1]

Ep 3 of New tales borderlands live reaction skdjdh

- "What's the big deal it's just a rock" OCTAVIO DID U FORGET ANY HAD A SILLY MOEMBT

- Octavio breaking the ankle so easily makes me wonder just how bad the guys bones are. Sprained, sure but dear lort sjeheh,

- this is the one time I wanted to check what if u dont do quick time since I've been doing every one since then but for the shooting I wanted Octavio not to hit and bro 😂😭😭😭 ADRENALINE RUSH BUDDIES IT SEEMS

- "GOOD KITTY" HELLO Fran I WAS JUST JOKING and THE STICK IN A MUD COMMENT

- "long rage healing gun"? Close enough, welcome back, medic tf2

- It sort of makes sense in the context of this being world filled with guns for them being so desentisized I ALSO SHOT LOU13 cus I wanted to see for robots AND PEOPLE HATED ME I GET IT

- BADASS SUPERFAN IS MY FAV CHARACTER PLEASE "You want to live with me in this fridge" I would man I would

- people, Women, yall,,,,

- TWRP SONG IN INTRO AYO OOOOO

- I feel them deciding to go to a show with the device is a very stupid idea, 😭😭😭😭💡💡but it's gonna be the first one. Like had they forgotten tediore are looking for them,,,,

- OMG STUPID MORON RHYS ILY I have a fav character and I'm not even hiding it

- TIMM-E makes me wonder like, why DOES he keep on moving around and does Rhys thing (I chose the plant) or other guys also do it. Based on Ep 2 this means that the other stuff should travel too, and often to specific locations (seeing Anu and Rhys before)...

- Jim JIMMINY JEMMERSON that's my level of giving names (Looks at my Jeffrey J Jefferson oc)

- LOU13 FEELING SHITTY and the sudden change in Octavio's way of looking at murder? He joked about Anu kills and the fact LOUI3 is having a crisis when in Ep 1 we established its not possible does give the typical borderlands 'Robots are not just their programming'. Though it feels forced in here a bit

- PIERRE ARE U GAY OR DO U HAVE LET DISORDER

- "I don't smell (like) science" I don't smell like jokes either

- Hacking being just a spamming game instead of a bit of some puzzle one

- ngl Finnegan looks like someone out of a Disney movie KSHEHEHEH

- Fran being all about anger in this run makes me wonder if it's only due to me destroying her machine, I might

- the killing is a mixed back but Octavio being a yougg adult (?) makes it make more sense

- I chose to get personal and I'LL MOTHER HELLO

-SMAGIC IS KILLING ME 😂😂😂😭😭😭😭😭

- Octavio being commentator while Finnegan just stares is so fucking

- USE THE GUN YOU MORONS -DEVICE - - How did they forget ABOUT IT I AM CRYING

- Angel investor,,, angel,,,, sniff

- "I could kiss you but I won't" Bro siblings can have cheek kisses why did they make it weird

- THE HUG 😭😭🤗🤗

- Atlas moving is a detail I sort of didn't expect? Like I get after Promethea was attacked in BL3, Rhys would not quite be happy about staying though I wonder how company does then. I feel that's why money is such an important part in their morale as they've lost a lot :/

- I can't believe I say it but I hope to replay and see some differences if I try to get a better or the worst runs possible.

- the Keeper dialogue killed me, the second hand embarrassment... It's so weird how Anu just says how they're criminal too, I know she's a truthful somewhat autistic coded character but,,,

- In general : longest episode yet. I can see why this one made folks question the game as it felt a bit disorganised.

[xcyberhex]

well hello, nothing happened. again.

idk how my life can be this boring istg i dont get it.

went to work again, came home and cleaned up a litttle and went to the gym.

gym was okay idk why, eventhough we were supposed to do cardio but then did arms instead lol.

ive been trying to get into the vc where the streamer im currently watching is in but its full and nobody is planning on leaving any time soon, especially since there is another person also waiting to join.

he has his cam on, which i desperately want to see. might be a little crush, could also be because i relate a lot to him and he seems like such a nice person.

of course not everybody who you see on the internet is a good person, but i do feel like he genuinely is one, since he shares so much of his life and his experiences which he has had over the years.

i dunno.

i just hope that 2 people will leave, so i can finally join and talk to him, and not just because he is famous.

im going to cologne tomorrow with my sister and eventually her friend.

only reason is because im planning on buying the hello kitty cup at starbucks.

idk. ill just update whenever. maybe tomorrow? well, today???

who knows at this point, maybe ill get into the damn voice chat cus im curious to know what hes like outside of the streams but like in private-ish, eventhough he wont be 100% open and talk about everything.

see ya.

wednesday 18th september 2024

[mistigri0000]

Lots of people are in furry denial, id really like to talk about furry denial one day. Cus why did i just argue with someone about somebody wearing a fnaf fursuit and calling it a furry. Cus thats what it is ? Fnaf animatronics are furries, despite them being robots... theyre still furries. People are so brainwashed into thinking furries are for weirdos etc that. Yall are in denial

Sonic, Mlp, mickey mouse, hello kitty and friends guess what theyre all technically furries, even catgirls, youre on the spectrum.

My advice : grow up

And literally what the fuck is this, is she seriously comparing "not all men" to furries ? Guess what ! SEXUAL KINKS ARE EVERYWHERE ! you can go into any fandom and youll find weirdos. It is so crazy to me to have ur brain so far back