#and i love them fully and with my whole heart

[fenya-scribbles]

Ink

network: @staynotes

Pairing: bfs!Jisung x gn!reader

Other Characters: none

Summary: Your best friend and roommate asks you for help with his new tattoo

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

Content warnings: mentions of blood (it’s a fresh tattoo), tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 850

A/N: requested for the 150 Follower Event by @lov3rachan who I love so much it hurts!!  

The knock on your door was so soft, you almost didn’t hear it. Almost. When you opened it you found your best friend and roommate standing there, sheepish look on his pretty face, holding his shirt pressed to his chest. You blinked a few times to make sure you saw that correctly - but yes, he was not wearing his shirt, but pressing it to his front, hand on his left peck, arms exposed on his sides. “Hannie?”, you asked with raised eyebrows, ignoring the way your heart jumped at the look of him. You’d seen your best friend in many states, but shirtless wasn’t one of them. And it was not like him to just show up at your doorstep like this. 

“Hey Y/Nnie”, he said, cheeks flushed in the prettiest shade of pink. “I…uhm…I kinda need your help”, he continued. You smiled nervously, trying your best to not stare. How was he so pretty? “My help?”, you asked, watching him nervously step from one foot to the other. He was adorable like this and your poor heart just melted in your chest at the sight. “Yeah…uh..so…”, he all but stammered, clearly struggling to get the question out. “Just say it, Sungie”, you said softly, giving him an encouraging nod. He took a deep breath. Then he dropped the shirt, revealing his sculpted chest - and a very fresh, very raw looking tattoo over his left collar bone. 

“OH MY GOD”, you exclaimed with wide eyes, “YOU GOT A TATTOO?!” Your face lit up with excitement, hands covering your mouth, as you jumped for joy. You knew he’d been wanting to get ink on his skin for a while now, you knew he’d been planning. But this was a whole surprise and you were so happy for him you could scream. A proud grin spread over his face at your reaction. “Told you I’d get one”, he said. “It looks so good, Hannie!” You carefully leaned in to examine it a bit closer. It did look good, but also very fresh, dried blood still stuck to the skin mixed with excess ink. “So, uhm”, Han started again, “I need your help cleaning it. And putting on ointment.” Your eyes went up to his face - that was suddenly very close to yours - as you gave him a questioning look. “I’m kinda afraid to touch it”, he added sheepishly. 

A few moments later you found yourself in the bathroom of your shared apartment, a wet paper towel in hand, as you very gently cleaned your best friend’s new tattoo. You forced yourself to concentrate on the task at hand, forced yourself to ignore how his eyes lingered on your face, how your heart hammered against your ribs, how your skin tingled when your fingers brushed his bare chest. He was perched on the edge of the bathtub with you standing between his legs, letting out small sounds now and then as you cleaned up the mess, revealing the full masterpiece beneath. “It’s gorgeous”, you murmured absentmindedly, not sure if you were talking about the tattoo or his chest, but he grinned either way. “Yeah?”, he asked, and you nodded, eyes locking with his. “Suits you.” 

It took a second for your brain to comprehend what you’d just said. What you’d implied. You’d been crushing on your best friend for a long time, but you’d never openly flirted with him - but this whole situation, this moment, this proximity had you speak before you could think. “It does?”, Jisung said, cheeks fully flushed now, as his hands carefully settled on your hips. “Mhm”, you nodded, throwing the paper towel into the sink without looking, eyes fixed on Jisung’s face. The air seemed to sizzle with something warm, something sweet, something new. For a moment, neither of you spoke, gazes fixed on each other, all soft smiles and careful curiosity. “I better…”, you said, voice stuck in your throat. You wanted to reach for the ointment, but he was faster. 

His hand went up to your face, cupping your cheek, pulling you down towards him. It was tentative, asking, giving you a way out - but you only leaned in, encouraging him. His lips brushed against yours, soft, not quite a kiss, not quite anything, and yet it was everything. He smiled against your smile, his other hand tightening at your waist and then - fireworks erupted, as he pressed his lips onto yours, firm and determined, making sure you knew that he meant it. You melted against him, aware enough to not touch his fresh tattoo as you put both hands on his shoulders, sending a wave of electricity through both of you. You could feel him smile into the kiss, as his hand disappeared into your hair. It was sweet and comfortable and perfect, a kiss you’d never forget. 

When he let you pull away again, his eyes found yours in an instant. You couldn’t hold in your giggles, overwhelmed with happiness, gently running a finger over his cheek. “Wow”, he said, grinning like a ray of sunshine, “I should get tattoos more often.” 

Fenya’s Masterlist

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Seashells & Sparks

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, pregnancy, family bonding, beach fun, soft domestic Simon, protective big brother Tommy, warm fuzzies

Author’s Note: Enjoy more Tommy, Simon and Grandpa price!!!

Summary: A weekend beach trip is just what your little family needs—between sandcastles, bump kisses, and marshmallow-sticky fingers, everyone’s adjusting to the idea of a new baby in the sweetest ways.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Tommy was out of his car seat before the truck had fully stopped, holding his sand bucket in one hand and his goggles in the other like he was about to take on Poseidon himself.

“Tommy,” Simon warned gently, laughing as the little boy bounced in place, waiting for permission to charge the sand dunes. “Shoes off first, mate.”

“I’m gonna build the biggest sandcastle ever,” Tommy declared as he tugged off his sneakers, “with a dragon moat! And the baby can live in it!”

You gave Simon a look over the roof of the truck as you rubbed your hand over your growing bump. “He’s been planning this since Tuesday.”

Simon grabbed the blanket and cooler. “Should’ve known. He packed that bucket himself.”

The wind carried the scent of salt and sunscreen as you reached the soft sand, Simon guiding you with a hand on your back as you lowered onto the blanket. You sat down with a long sigh, bump leading, and your husband kissed your temple before settling next to you.

Tommy was already on his knees in the sand, digging like his life depended on it.

“Oi!” he shouted. “Mum! Can the baby sleep here when it’s born?”

“Maybe not in the sand, love,” you called back. “Bit messy.”

Simon chuckled, eyes on you and the gentle swell under your shirt. “And wet. Don’t need a water birth on the beach.”

You gave him a light nudge. “Gross.”

His hand found your belly, thumb tracing soft circles. “Not gross. Just… messy.”

You leaned into him, feeling the way his whole body melted when he touched your bump—his eyes always full of that quiet awe. “They’re kicking again.”

“Yeah?” His palm stilled. “Little beach fan, then.”

Tommy ran up, panting. “Can I teach the baby how to build castles?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

“Even ones with traps?”

Simon raised a brow. “Let’s start with regular towers first, alright, champ?”

—

Hours passed like seconds in the sunshine. Tommy’s giggles blended with the crash of waves, his bucket endlessly filling and emptying as he worked on his sprawling ‘baby kingdom.’ You and Simon lounged under the umbrella, your legs stretched over his lap, your fingers laced in his.

“She’s starting to really show now,” Simon murmured, his hand resting on the bump.

“She?” you teased.

“Dunno. Feels like a girl.”

Tommy came running up with a handful of seashells. “For the baby! I picked only the best ones. Even found a blue one!”

You held them like treasures. “They’re perfect.”

He hesitated, looking between you and Simon. “Will she like dragons?”

Simon smiled gently. “Everyone likes dragons, mate.”

Tommy smiled—but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

—

Later, as the sun started to dip lower, Simon got the bonfire going, and you all sat wrapped in blankets as the sky turned orange and pink. You and Simon sat close, his hand resting on your belly under the soft fabric, Tommy leaning into your side with a half-melted marshmallow stuck to his shirt.

“Mum?”

“Hm?”

“What if… what if the baby likes Dad more?”

The crackle of the fire filled the silence.

Simon looked down, his heart tugging at the wobble in Tommy’s voice. He leaned over and scooped him gently onto his lap.

“Hey,” he said, voice low. “You know something, Tommy? You were the first person who ever called me ‘Dad.’ You’re the reason I know how to be one.”

Tommy blinked up at him.

Simon brushed some sticky hair off his forehead. “This baby? They’re lucky to have you for a big brother. There’s always room. My heart just keeps getting bigger.”

You sniffled quietly, heart full.

“…Can I still cuddle when the baby comes?”

“Always,” Simon said, pulling him tight. “That’s non-negotiable.”

—

Not long after, Price strolled up with a thermos in hand and an extra chair slung over his shoulder.

“Look at this lot,” he said, lowering himself next to you. “Domestic paradise, yeah?”

Tommy beamed. “Grandpa Price! I made a sandcastle for the baby! It has three towers!”

“Impressive. Hope you charged rent.”

Tommy giggled, launching into a very serious explanation of the castle’s defenses and how he was going to be a knight.

Later that night, wrapped in a thick blanket and sitting curled into Price’s side, Tommy went quiet.

“Grandpa Price?”

“Mhm?”

“…Do babies know who loves them even before they come out?”

Price paused. Then he smiled. “Yeah, mate. They do.”

Tommy hummed, soft and thoughtful. “Good. ‘Cause I think I already love her.”

“You’re gonna be brilliant, kid.”

“…Can I ride on your shoulders again?”

“Course you can.”

—

Under the stars, lit only by firelight and the glow of the moon, Simon kissed the top of your head as Tommy laughed high above Price’s shoulders. The sea rolled behind you like a lullaby. One hand curled around your bump, the other in Simon’s.

“Happy?” he asked softly.

You looked out at your boys—one big, one small, one on the way.

“Completely.”

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[pearlescentparade]

Ur probably gonna ignore cuz it’s kinda boring but can i request two time x reader angst ?

Two and reader spending time together, reader trying to enjoy snuggling up to their partner yet two time isn’t returning any of the affection. Just sitting with their hands to themselves with no attempt to do anything besides watch whatever was in front of them.

Basically reader trying to cope with two time not actually returning their feelings despite dating and probably terrible communication.

up to you if two time loves them back.

light years 🔄 two time x reader angst drabble❤️‍🩹

it's cold tonight.

you shouldn't complain, considering it was your idea to go star-gazing. but in your defense, it sounded cute in the moment.

the blades of grass uncomfortably drag against and poke your skin, prickled with goosebumps, as you shift to turn on your side to face two time. they only blankly stare up at the eternal night sky.

"timey?"

they hum, but are complacent in making any other effort beyond that to acknowledge you.

"i'm a little cold.. can we cuddle? ...please?" your whispered pleas could've been mistaken for the ambient howling of the wind. perhaps that's why they don't answer you. but there is much shame to be had in asking again, you think.

hesitantly, and with much space, you reach your hand out to them.

nothing. no acceptance, no rejection.

then, you dare to slink your arms around their body, loosely embracing them as if unsure whether to commit fully to it. you think you feel colder touching them than not.

their body tenses under your touch. did they feel disgusted by you?

you shakily exhale, trying to ignore the deep pain rooting in your heart and constricting your throat. times like these, you wish that they'd start yelling how much they hate you. at least then, you'd know for sure, and you'd know how they feel or think for once. but instead, you are left in the dark, blind and guessing, and playing a game meant for two alone.

a familiar sting burns your eyes, and you take it as your cue to distract yourself.

"..that's orion's belt. it's thr-three stars." you point to the constellation, light years away. two time blinks, inches away. it's less about telling them, and more about telling yourself.

"over there is gemini. it--hic--has the twin stars, castor and- and pollux-" despite your futile attempts, the tears fall anyway. and when one slips out, the rest comes in a flood. it takes only seconds before you're uncontrollably sobbing, muffling your cries in two time's arm.

yet, even as you wet their arm with tears, snot, and saliva, they say nothing. no comfort, no disgust, simply silence.

they couldn't say anything.

not when fear paralyzes them.

they've messed this up before. it's not out of the question to say it could happen again. the same voices that lead them to atrocity chatter viciously in their mind, angry wasps rattling in the nest, urging for another sacrifice.

to once again spill blood, warm with infatuation. to take advantage of this golden opportunity to present their devotion to the spawn by stealing the love they hold with you and metamorphosizing it into the love for their god. one wrong move, and their ghostfire dagger will plunge right into your heart.

to two time, inaction is the greatest reciprocation of love they could offer you.

without turning their head, their eyes flick to glance at your blubbering form.

it's cold tonight.

(parade postscript: sorry this one is a lot shorter mostly bc reader is talking to a fkin brick wall and yk dialogue carries all my mfin writing and also i js thought itd be fitting that everything is all short and lacking bc of the whole two time not showing reciprocation thang [me pulling out a million bullshit excuses out of my ass for why ts is so short and pretending im being a literary genius]

also fun fact! castor and pollux look close together from earth but are farther from each other in reality! castor is actually 51 light-years away, while pollux is closer at 33.8 light-years)

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

here have a musical number as a treat*

*i don't write songs very well forgive the cheesiness

But on the plus side, instead of this being my planned finale I now have a rough outline of where I wanted all this to go and more doodles planned xD

We'll see how long it takes to get to all of it xD

(pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt.5, pt. 6)

outline under the read more:

Act I

Overture: Lady Ambrosia kidnaps the players and the narrator so they will tell her story.

Matchmaking (A woman with a kingdom must be in want of a consort)

Just Leave Everything to Me but evil and fairy like

More Important Things

Tadius and Ella agree that there’s too much work to be done to be focused on this. Both are reassured in each other’s commitments, and there is lingering romance. 

Mischief and Romance - Lady Ambrosia Approaches Ella

She tries to go for the kill here first and asks what love looks like to her. Ella does reveal she is in love, but she also confirms her suspicion—Lady Ambrosia is a fairy.

A Quest

Ella sends Sir Crumb to inform the Fairy Queen

The List

Ella was a dead end. Tadius is now the next victim. Lady Ambrosia has finished her list of bachelors and approaches Tadius with them.

Mischief and Romance - Lady Ambrosia has acquired a new target

Lord Cornelius Appleton

Destiny

Tadius laments the clearly destined love between Cornelius and Ella. Ella celebrates the good things in her life now, and how she will protect them, and how she loves Tadius. Lady Ambrosia plans on making things a whole lot worse before they get better—destiny is her plaything after all.

The Bachelor Parade

All the bachelors are introduced and present themselves to Ella, Lord Hop-a-Lot, and Tadius. Tadius does not do his usual good job of keeping in how he feels. Ella reprimands him.

Tadius’s Soliloquy

(Based on How I Am meets Who Am I)

He’s pissed! They were doing good and now distractions are happening! Royals end up only caring about parties and silly things (and maybe he’s in love and can’t admit it!) Ella would never do this!

Take What You Want

Lady Ambrosia steps in right after the soliloquy to encourage Tadius not quite yet fairy reveal. She explains that she has seen that the Queen favors him. It wouldn’t be hard to do all the things they want to do if they were both on the throne.

Tadius isn’t fully convinced yet, but he’s thinking.

Cornelius and Ella

A duet where they reminisce about childhood. Tadius sees them get close and leaves before Ella explains to Cornelius that her heart belongs to another. In being her friend, he encourages her to go for it. Ella says it’s Tadius, and Cornelius, a good dude, reminds her she has changed so much already, who cares about Tadius’s upbringing. This can only make the world better. (A positive spin on Take What You Want)

The Ball

The Way I’m Meant to

Ella and Tadius fight and then confirm their love.

Take What You Want Reprise

Ella leaves and while in love and feeling better Tadius still has fears and doubts. This isn’t how things are done. Lady Ambrosia preys on them. When Tadius affirms that he believes in Ella and loves her and will do the right thing, Lady Ambrosia is grossed out and has to go to plan C: possession. What’s important is she is only revealing his darker impulses—none of this is not something within Tadius himself.

Act II

Sir Crumb returns and tells Ella what the Fairy Queen told him. She’ll need to go to the forest herself to be able to get the means to defeat Lady Ambrosia. She leaves with Sir Crumb and asks Lord Hop-a-Lot to keep an eye on things.

A New King in Town

Dark Tadius Emerges and declares all the Bachelors can go home. He will be marrying Ella and he will be King. Fairy Guards drag them to dungeons. He is VIBING HARD.

Sisters

Ella talks to the Fairy Queen. She cannot grant Ella another wish, but if Ella takes a wand from her branches she can at least have one moment of starlight to confront Lady Ambrosia. The Fairy Queen sings about the two sisters duality and how they are oft opposed but have to survive together.

Ridiculous

Lord Hop-A-Lot tries to get through to Tadius. He sings his genuine feelings on royalty, magic, fairy tales, and love—it’s ridiculous. Hard work is all that matters, and sense. Lord Hop-A-Lot tries to remind him of Ella—everyone knew they were in love. Tadius thinks he is doing this for Ella—magic has hurt her so. But now he is at war with himself. He is also ridiculous.

The Way I’m Meant to Reprise

Ella returns with the wand and Sir Crumb and confronts Dark Tadius. Love does conquer all especially within the powers of a fairy of romance.

Mischief and Romance and Green and Goodness

Lady Ambrosia Fights Back. She is defeated by the wand in a kick ass fairy battle.

Tadius and Ella (a reprise of sorts of Cornelius and Ella)

Tadius apologizes profusely to Ella. It was him, it was his darkest thoughts, and Ella forgives him. She still chooses him, no matter what. Their dark impulses are actually quite the same. But as a team, they can balance each other. 

They apologize to all the nobles and bachelors. There likely will be further fallout but they’ll deal with it together.

The Way I’m Meant To (Finale)

Tadius and Ella get married. Lady Ambrosia crashes and flirts with Lord Hop-a-Lot. 

Storytelling (A woman with a kingdom must be in want of a consort)

The narrator finally escapes Lady Ambrosia’s clutches and sings his own version of the beginning song to end.

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

ʏᴏᴜ & ɪ 𓂃⋆.˚ (양정인)

pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader

summary: based off of you & i by d4vd

tags/warnings: kinda angsty ngl... not fully proofread, bear with me

a/n: hihi guys!! this actually might be my last post before summer starts 🥲 i really want to be active but i can't! if i end up ignoring u but keep posting yk why 😓 love yall! @sirloncelot-of-bananas ill get the part 3 posted by the summer, soz for the delay babes

credits to @hyuneskkami for dividers!!

masterlist!

You don’t remember the first time you saw him clearly.

Maybe it was the way the autumn wind wrapped around your sweater that day, your fingers clutching your books tighter as you ran across campus, heart a fluttering mess of caffeine and nerves. Or maybe it was the way his laugh broke through the noise of the world like a window cracking in sunlight — soft, sudden, and strangely warm.

Yang Jeongin had a way of existing like that — not loud, but unforgettable. Not in-your-face, but carved somewhere behind your ribs.

You met in a haze of orange leaves and cold fingertips. He was sitting on the steps outside the music hall, humming something too pretty to be nameless. You paused, not because you wanted to talk — you weren’t that bold — but because there was something about the way he sat there, the air brushing through his dark hair, eyes closed like the whole world was inside the song.

He opened his eyes, and smiled. Just like that.

And just like that, you were caught in his gravity.

You’d call it slow.

Not the kind of love that crashes like waves — loud, tumbling, violent.

No, this was the kind that grows in silence. In soft glances exchanged across library tables. In playlists shared over late-night texts. In the way he’d steal fries from your plate with the most innocent look on his face, like he was the one being wronged.

You were always the quiet one, the thinker. Jeongin, the dreamer — always chasing melodies, voice notes scattered across your phone like pieces of a secret song only you understood.

He’d say, “You get me, you know that?” in the dark of your shared rooftop hideout, eyes on the stars. And you’d laugh, maybe nudge him with your shoulder, say something like, “Of course. I always will.”

You believed it then.

You wish it had stayed true.

It started slipping through your fingers like smoke.

The missed calls. The half-smiles. The way his eyes stopped meeting yours when he laughed.

You told yourself it was just the stress. The exams. The music showcases. The growing pressure to be something, someone.

But deep down, you knew.

You weren’t enough to keep him from drifting.

One night, under that same sky where he once whispered promises like lullabies, you asked him the question that had been clawing at your chest.

“Are we okay, Jeongin?”

He didn’t answer at first. Just stared out at the horizon, like if he looked far enough, he’d find a version of himself that didn’t have to choose.

“I think…” he said slowly, “I think we were something beautiful. But I don’t know if we still are.”

And you — fool that you were — just nodded. Like your heart wasn’t breaking in real-time.

You didn’t cry that night. Not when he walked away. Not even when the door shut.

But your chest ached like something sacred had been pulled out of it. Like you were half a song with no end.

Time passed. As it always does.

You’d catch glimpses of him — on campus, in photos, sometimes on stage — smile as effortless as ever, eyes still soft. But they weren’t looking for you anymore.

You dated other people. You tried. But none of them knew how you liked your tea too sweet, or that you hummed when you were deep in thought. None of them ever made the silence feel like a place to rest.

It was always him. Still.

Still.

Tonight, you're back on the rooftop.

The city below is lit like a thousand distant promises. You lean against the railing, eyes searching the stars like they owe you answers. Maybe it’s closure you’re after. Maybe it’s just the past.

And then you hear it.

A quiet set of footsteps behind you.

You don’t have to turn to know it’s him.

“Jeongin.”

Your voice is softer than you expect.

He stops beside you, a little older now, a little more worn. He looks at you like you’re a memory come to life.

“I didn’t think you’d be here.”

You shrug. “Neither did I.”

Silence falls — not heavy, not light. Just… familiar.

He clears his throat. “I’ve been thinking about us.”

You look over. He’s still staring at the stars.

“We were good,” he says. “Weren’t we?”

You nod. “The best.”

Another pause.

“I ruined it, didn’t I?”

You smile — not bitter, not sad. Just… true.

“No. We just stopped running in the same direction.”

He finally looks at you. And for a second, for a heartbeat — it’s like nothing ever changed.

Like you’re still you and he’s still him and the world still waits with open arms.

But it’s not real. Not anymore.

You see it in the way he doesn’t reach for your hand.

And you don’t offer it.

Because sometimes, love doesn’t die. It just stops being enough.

And that’s okay.

You don’t cry until he leaves again.

But when you do, it’s not the kind of cry that breaks you.

It’s the kind that cleanses.

Because for the first time, you let go of the what ifs.

And hold on to the truth: you loved him. He loved you.

And that… that was real.

Even if it didn’t last.

Even if it’s only a song you hum now and then, when the wind feels like fall and the stars feel close enough to touch.

You & I.

You’ll always carry it.

Even as you learn to let it go.

hope yall enjoyed <33

no playlist today!

taglist: @rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy @me-on-a-archive @hyunjiiza @hyuneskkami @hvseunq143 @highway-143

taglist is open! please comment if you would like to be added <33

[hanaybuns]

karamatsu is officially... k-k-k-k-kind?!

guys i still think its pretty significant that karamatsu is now officially described as "kind" in his character description.

like, it's been this kind of odd point of contention whether karamatsu is actually considered "kind" in canon. especially since the director said in 2016 that he's kind because he likes the idea of himself being kind, rather than actually being a kind hearted person.

i feel like this characterization is interesting because 1) it was written almost a decade ago so there have likely been many many changes since then and 2) you almost can't really prove this wrong one way or another? like lets say it's true and every time he has been kind, its because he likes the idea of being a kind guy, well that would kind of dampen his stronger character moments, like when he punched osomatsu or confessed to losing the letter in the movie.

but you also have evidence to support it, seeing as there'll be some moments where he looks like he's going to do the right thing, but ends up not doing it because it's not convenient for him. so i do think even now it kind of rings true, but i can't bring myself to fully believe that that's his motive every time he does something kind.

that being said, the head writer has gone on record calling him "kind" and "a good guy" a couple times in interviews and talks (according to jp twitter lol, but please please please take with a grain of salt), so I think there might be a slight difference in the way they interpret his character. but now that the director is gone and the head writer is still there, its interesting that we finally get the k word in his character description.

now, google translate is crappy and subject to mistakes, but i think that the "doesn't listen to what others say" part might be alluding to the idea of him being kind for himself rather than for others. i mean, we have entire skits revolving around the fact that he won't listen to what other people say in favor of doing his own thing

but i still think it's crazy that we actually got the word kind in his description. this is up there with jyushimatsu's description saying that he can be calm at times

like these are character traits that are objectively true, of course jyushi can be calm at times and kara is kinder compared to his brothers. but these were more so characteristics that shined through during moments within the show, not canonized descriptions.

jyushi is defined by his high energy, so the occasional calmness is a subversion of expectations. when you add it into his character description, the calm moments that he has will no longer subvert expectations, but instead reinforce the information we've been given about the character. it lends to the depth of his character and makes him feel more well rounded rather than a gag character that can sometimes be serious.

similarly, karamatsu being a narcissist is his main thing. so those moments of kindness that he had felt like a nice little flourish that made him more likable. now, those moments of kindness are a solidified part of his character, so we expect kindness from him rather than being pleasantly surprised when we get it.

i mean, just look at karamatsu's character description from the takoyaki party movie

"Second son of the Matsuno family. NEET, virgin. A rare narcissist. He doesn't listen to others. "Hmph, I love you."(ai shiteru ze)"

like do you see what i mean now? the older descriptions are more barebones and gag-oriented. they're describing what you need to know to get the punchline. these new character descriptions give you a better look at the whole picture.

anyways, this does make me very excited to watch the new season and see where they take these characters. also, everyone had very interesting thoughts about the new season in my last post, and i really enjoyed reading them!

[gilmorenights]

Ok now that I’ve had time to actually process chapter 27 of and they were roommates I can actually talk about it coherently (aka gush about my favorite parts) so spoilers ahead if you haven’t read it yet!!

First and foremost, Hugo’s character arc was done so fucking well. Seriously, it’s one of the best versions of Hugo I’ve read and I think about it on a daily basis. Comparing Hugo in chapter one to Hugo in the newest one, it’s amazing to see how far he’s come and how much he’s changed. Him helping out with this entire dance for an entirely selfless reason just really cemented that. Also the fact that when Varian asked him about it, he didn’t shoot back with some snarky reply like he could’ve, he told the truth. Again, he’s come so far and being able to watch him change little by little is such an amazing thing to read.

THE DECODED NOTES? DUDE. The fact that the one thing that kept him going this whole time- the one thing that had him keeping everyone else, Varian specifically, at arm’s length- is something he doesn’t even need to worry about anymore? The fact that he’s spent so long scrambling to secure his destiny, believing that at any moment, it could just be ripped away, just to learn that he doesn’t need to worry about it disappearing anymore? Absolute fucking perfection. The whole monologue about Hugo finally being able to live without being in constant survival mode was so beautiful and well written and ughhhhh I can’t. “Now that was all over. The Storybook saw him. Needs were as good as met. So, what. did. Hugo. want?” AND THEN THE PART A LITTLE FURTHER DOWN WHERE HE REALIZES HE WANTS VARIAN IN HIS LIFE OMFG IM DEAD/vpos

Varian accidentally spam texting Hugo out of worry that he wouldn’t know where the dance had been moved to was literally so sweet, like bro was freaking tf out but honestly? Valid, I would’ve done the same thing.

THEIR OUTFITS HELLO? GODDAMN YALL WEREN’T MESSING AROUND THIS CHAPTER I WASN’T EXPECTING TO BE BLESSED WITH ART BUT HOLY SHITTTT! The colors, the outfits, the expressions, the details, everything just aowjsosjsbksissj

Varian allowing himself to crush on Hugo without shoving it down or pushing it away was so adorable and well deserved after being in denial for so long 👏👏 and he’s so flustered and completely lost when it comes to matters of the heart. The way he just kept rambling when asking Hugo to dance just for Hugo to be like “I’m barely hearing you, wanna dance?” Was so fucking funny to me. I also loved that Varian thinks of his crush like an experiment and how he was gathering data and evidence to analyze how Hugo feels about him. Idk there’s just something about Varian reverting to science, something familiar, when he’s in an unfamiliar situation that is so special and dear to me.

AND THE SCENE WHERE THE LIGHTS CUT OUT AND HUGO WAS FREAKING OUT THINKING THEY GOT CAUGHT AND HE AND VARIAN WERE TRYING TO FIND EACH OTHER WAS LITERALLY SO GOOD I CANT. The povs switching back and forth while they were searching for each other was so suspenseful and added so much to the moment overall, it was one of my top 3 moments of the chapter.

Another top three moment? Hugo and Varian working together to make the bubble lights. I am a sucker for these two working together because they’re such fucking geniuses, they’re the definition of “great minds think alike”. This moment was another amazing example of character development for both of them because it shows how comfortable they are working together and how they’re close/familiar enough with each other to be on the same page. Not only that, but the little part where Hugo asks if Varian’s sure the chemicals won’t blow up the glove and Varian replies “I’m 85% sure it won’t blow up the whole thing.” And Hugo locks the mixture in? TRUST. IT SHOWS THAT HE TRUSTS VARIAN FULLY AND AGH I CANT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS

Varian. Confessed. Not only did he confess, he said I LOVE YOU??? I think a part of my soul left my body when I read that cuz WHAT??? OH MY GOSH??? YOU CANT JUST DO THAT TO A GIRL WITHOUT WARNING (all jokes of course and like I said in my other post, vibrating out of my skin just thinking about it). That being said, I’m terrified for the next chapter because Hugo is a wild card and there’s a big part of me that feels like he’s going to run or avoid it or mess it up somehow (please let me be wrong)

Uhhhh ok now that all of my yapping is out of the way here’s a small list of other things I loved with little to no explanation

Ashlynn coming out as a rebel, I LOVE YOU GIRL

Farrah doing everybody’s outfits

People complimenting Varian’s alchemy, he needed that validation

THE SLOW DANCING

THE KNUCKLE KISS OMFG HUGO!!!

Hugo not even having to say his “it’s not hard to hold things over your head��� joke for Varian to understand

Varian slamming the door open when he returned to the dorm 😭

Hugo questioning whether or not Donella is right after worrying about what she said for so long

Hugo crying because he’s upset for Varian instead of being happy for himself (more phenomenal character development)

The lore, the lore, the LORE. THE LORE IS SO FUCKING COOL

Anyway that’s it thank you all for coming to my (too long) yap session and @dreadpirateurania13 I hope you know how phenomenal your writing is and that I think about this fic every day 🙏

[natsuslover]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾. eren bf headcanons

notes— i was rereading the 7 mins frat boy eren fanfic so YK i had to write some headcanons for my fav (i miss him like a mf every single day oh my shaylaaa). also the way ive never written for aot before is insane bc i love it sm

ft. eren yeager (jaeger?)

warnings: mild cursing idk, just wholesome fluff very sfw

first of all bro thinks he’s all nonchalant and mysterious or wtv but he’s such a softie (for u teehee)

like he’ll act like he doesn’t gaf but absolutely has ur coffee order memorized after one date

yk “just in case”

the kind of guy to be like “whatever” and then have a whole spotify playlist for u

doesn’t say “i love you” but def says shit like “don’t do anything dumb while i’m not here” and expects u to decipher it

and then gets pissed off when u don’t like tf

love language is PHYSICAL TOUCHHH

cannot stress this enough hb LOVES being physically close to u

bc he’s obv not that great at expressing his affection through words (emotionally immature dumbass)

constant back of the neck kisses when ur talking to other ppl

or hugs from behind

like “yeah this one’s mine”

always always casually has his hand somewhere on u

on ur thigh when ur sitting or ur lower back when ur walking through a crowd

also he sleeps like a cat on top of u omfg

like cuddling into the crook of ur neck and everything

and he refuses to get off bro does not care if u can’t breathe lmao

but if u somehow manage to detach him from ur body he makes sure his leg is touching urs at least

literally can’t fall asleep otherwise

he pretends he doesn’t get jealous but he’s actually just in denial

“i’m not jealous, i just think that dudes a clown”

def reposts and says random cryptic shit on instagram stories w a black screen

like “loyalty isn’t hard if u actually care”

thinks he eats it up every time too like he’s 100% thinking “oh yeah my girl gonna love this one” 💀

will pick u up from class with zero notice if he senses even a whisper of competition

can’t text for shit bc man just ISN’T the greatest communicator yk

u either get no reply for 17 hours and then a whole ass essay about his day

or a little “wya” at 2 am with no context and no punctuation (maybe a red heart too if he’s feeling cute)

screenshots every single meme he gets that he thinks u would like but doesn’t send them until like 2 weeks later when he’s feeling soft

like the way he’s normal one week and then a complete utter soft lover boy the next you’d think he’s ovulating

weirdly sentimental but pretends he’s just a chill guy

keeps ur hair tie on his wrist like it’s a war trophy

in fact he might have multiple just in case u ever need one

his lockscreen is fs gonna be some shitty ass picture of u that he refuses to change

like prob some blurry pic of u flipping him off or sum and he thinks it’s adorable

found an old hoodie of yours once and wore it for a week straight bc it smelled like u

and he pretended he didn’t notice

he’s SUCH a hothead it’s insane

will without a doubt square up for u in a parking lot if someone makes u even the slightest bit uncomfy

terrible at arguments bc he ends up getting flustered every time and says dumb shit like “well maybe i do care ok stfu!”

but softens immediately if u cry bc he doesn’t know how to handle it and feels guilty asf

“okok im sorry come here don’t cry ur gonna make me panic”

a fantastic hugger tho

he’s ur ride or die period

literally will go to the ends of the earth for u and u don’t even have to ask

would fight a god for u no hesitation

will eradicate 80% of humanity for u even

doesn’t trust easily but once ur in ur his person for life

says stuff like “ur all i’ve got so please don’t leave” when he’s feeling especially vulnerable

mostly during those deep 3 am talks or post breakdown cuddles

he loves u fully

struggles expressing it in words but the actions explain themselves

once ur his ur really HIS bros never leaving u alone

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Ok guys. Part 4. We didn’t read much today bc my dad didn’t want to leave the room but eh. We made it from the Gilded Banquet to the Shengyuan festival arc, when Xie Lian has just realized his earring is missing.

Mom was once again flabbergasted by the curse words. Especially when Xie Lian cursed she clutched her invisible pearls.

Was also afraid that in the future LQQ would come and kill Juan. And I was like oh. Oh mother.

AND THEN SHE JUST SAYS: what if they both die and then just have the two ashes together :) WITH A SWEET SMILE? MOM?

(She knows the ring is the ashes I accidentally spoiled it 😭 but she also thought Xie Lian could only die bc of the ashes so I had to explain some worldbuilding real quick) but also mom why tf did you go full Shakespeare and wish for them both to die PLEASE 😭

She cheered out loud when SQ came in, let’s goooo

Feng Xin has been promoted to: Feng Shui. She at least got the first part right lmao

We had such an interesting conversation about Wu Wu. So he was just talking to XieXie about a spy in the heavens. At first she suspected Yin Yu. Then she went “Wait what if it’s WuWu”. To that, my heart stopped. I thought she had figured out he was the big baddie (not white clothed calamity but a bad guy) just two books in. I was like NOOO. But then she goes. “Juan mentioned about heavenly officials going down to Ghost City, and WuWu is away most of the time. What if he isn’t meditating: BUT PARTYING?!”

Then she began to say that Juan and WuWu were…drum roll please: SIBLINGS! Or a father and son duo. And then she said “MAYBE HE KNOWS JUAN LIKES XIEXIE AND THATS WHY HE SENT HIM DOWN- HES A MATCHMAKER”

Which is fair given we’re only two books in lmao.

Then, we were reading the whole Xie Lian finds his parents scene. My mother? No reaction, didn’t even gasp. Me? Almost sobbed, I low-key hadn’t read this part since the first time and I almost broke in front of her and I had to keep my voice steady while I read pfttt

Then. We made it to the second arc. Mother was flabbergasted.

She actually likes Mu Qing!!! Let’s go! My baby has one more protector! We haven’t gotten his full backstory yet, but she thinks they both try and protect Xie Lian, just that Mu Qing is a bit envious (which yeah it’s true, but it’s also because of his insecurities AHG MQ my love- anyway I already did a mini meta about him lmao I’m not crying here)

She does think Hua Cheng is the child that fell HOWEVER one thing I find interesting is that she thinks he was a shapeshifter back then. Like he WASNT a kid, he was someone that shapeshifted into a kid.

She also fully supports Hua Cheng even after being told he has killed gods and done heinous things (which I do too but the thing about my mom is she’s a pacifist so she doesn’t like characters that kill and such) however with Hua Cheng she went I fully support this man’s rights and wrongs LETS GOOO

Anyway that’s all probably for a while- tomorrow we won’t be able to read much since we have a family party, and idk about Sunday.

But I did ask her which animals she thought the TGCF characters would be.

Xie Lian: black cat (BC of his luck :()

Hua Cheng: she said a dragon or an eagle.

Jun Wu: lion

Qi Rong: A GOAT?! And not just any goat but the crazy goats which I almost cried laughing lmao

Part 3

[strawberry-pretzels]

sometimes i forget how much i mean to people

[radio-zephyr]

ORV SPOILERS ORV SPOILERS AHEAD (ch 527)

OH MY GOD "Maybe I shouldn't have given you the name of Dokja" THAT"S AN INSANE LINE OH MY GOD BECAUSE MAYBE IF HE WASN"T READER HE WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO SUFFER AL LTHIS BUT HE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD!! TWSA WAS HIS SALVATION!! LKAJDOGIHEWOGIHDSLF SJDOS DX THAT LINE IS A GUT PUNCH. OW. OSDUGOSDGIUDOHSSgjfdLSKDFJSLDKJFDSKL. KILLER LINE. KILELED ME IM DEAD. GOD. MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE GIVEN YOU THE NAME OF DOKJA!!!!!!!! IT HAS BOTH SAVED AND DAMNED YOU!!!!!!!!! KIM DOKJA YOU FUCKER!!!!!!!!

just any section of the novel where all the companions are reflecting on kdj is so fucking tragic ToT. Lee jihye,,,,holding the coin and knowing it exists bt being unable to open her hand,,,,,how so many of them do not want to go back to the scenarios and the hellish world they fought out of, but will go anyway,,,,,,bc even though this is the kdj that saved them in the scenarios, and they want to stay with him soso bad, they still want to save the rest of him, who he was and his story from before the scenario, from before he was the dkos. Because his beginning was probaby much less grandiose!! and they still want to save him!! the one who read twsa!!! and was a child!! and a person!!! someone so dear to them but so unkown!!!! bc how can you love someone you don't know much ab but what would kdj have done???? if it was one of them??????? OUGSHDKSDKGLDHAKHDSLKGHSDLGKHLSDKGHLDSKGHLSKDHLFKDSJL

also sp's ending. arguably a really happy one. his expression was liberated. o(-(.

THEM PLANNING OUT THE SCENARIOS FOR GROUP REGRESSION TGT!!! THE WAY THEY ALL HATED SCENARISO WIT HTHEIR ENTIRE BEING BUT ARE STILL EXCITED!! BC!! BEING IN SCENARIOS REMINDS THEM OF TIME SPENT WITH A CERTAIN KDJ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ugh i love them sm

[moe-broey]

GOD I would HATE to be stuck at a family dinner with them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I would NOT fucking survive, the vibes alone would do 1000 points poison damage to me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also JUST. JUST.

THE VIBES. ARE RANCID. SHARENA DARLING YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS (ALFPNSE TOO BUT DEAR LORD. Sharena LITERALLY was just told to Don't Speak Unless Spoken To RANCID. RANCID FUCKING FAMILY)

[snapbackslide]

happiest of birthdays to my favourite guy 💚💚💚

fav4ever.

[likeafairytale]

Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Notes on your dramatic exit from the house party”

[xochimillilili]

just wanted to tell you I’ve been thinking of you !!! I’ve been super busy and barely able to use this tumblr acc but today 🙏 I got to go through some of your new posts. Plus an older one which was v sweet and loving t4t. I saw your tags on that post and wanted to tell you that you’ll find love like that. You’re a good one, with a good heart. I can just tell. -🎱

Thinking of me ?!?!??! Thinking of the Xochi ?!?!?!?!!!! You are so sweet aaaa aaaa cuteee, I'm glad you had a nicey lil catch up !! Also woahs I hope you've been havin time to rest in between all that busy sweetie <3

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

⬆️ they are unaware that I am coming over there to kiss them and remind them that I love them so much :3