#anyways i hope u like this little set!!!!!!

[chwejongho-archive]

❄️your winter gift has arrived, @applejongho!❄️

a series of gifts for mutuals through december!

[skyberia]

something to remember us by

[kimdokjas]

If you're not here, then how are you always with me? If I'm not here, then how am I not there with you? — One of Us, Paruyr Sevak (tr. metamorphesque)

happy belated birthday, tay ♡ @misakarose [insp.]

[panlyv]

[ X ] DON'T RUN AWAY THIS TIME OUR DATING SIM (2023) for @soulmatelines [ happy birthday jo 💗 ]

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[nymika-arts]

who am i without this weight on my shoulder? oh god, i’m dying to know

spotify wrapped requests: #13 + merlin for @eddiediaaz  ↳ how dare you want more - bleachers

[maxthesillyy]

thinking about. i dont know how to phrase this really but. chloe and frank.

like. when Chloe killed Frank i (, personally,) feel like her guilt from it was less because she killed Frank, and More because she Killed Someone (and their dog).

but!!! thats not to say she didnt feel guilty for killing Frank. because she definitely did. because on some level. despite everything. despite all of his shitty behavior. a part of her still cared for him. that tiny 15-17ish year old part in her still cared for him.

because that 15-17ish year old with intense abandonment issues in her only had. a small handful of people in her life that actually cared for her, and when THOSE few people aren’t even doing the best job at it— it’s no shit that Chloe’s standards for Good Friends are going to be Immensely dropped.

and so. it’s kind of like what happened with Rachel, but WAY less intense. when she found someone who didn’t hate her, and was willing to hang around her—after so so long of people hating her and not wanting to be around her— it makes sense that part of her would kinda latch onto them a little bit.

and so, even after all of the shit she’s learned he did— even when Frank starts to hate her— even when he threatens Max and her’s lives— part of her keeps remembering him as one of the few guys who stuck around when no one else did.

it’s just that. no matter how bad the person— if you’ve known someone for years, and they were one of the only nice people to you in a town where theres like. four people that are nice to you— it’s gonna hurt if you kill them. even if it was self defense. even if it was entirely their own fault— even if you two aren’t on even remotely good terms anymore.

ESPECIALLY for such a sentimental person like Chloe. taking that in consideration it makes me wonder. maybe she didn’t feel bad for killing Frank. maybe she felt bad for killing the person Frank used to be to her. but maybe she realized that That Frank already died long ago.

but yeah. im mentally ill. take everything i said with a grain of salt considering it is 12:07 AM.

[anonymousbathtub]

Some character designs I created for my uni course last year as part of a “trope smashing” brief! I really enjoyed how these guys turned out - I see them as a private investigative pair in a fantasy victorian-esque setting, with perhaps some sci-fi elements. And yes, they’re husbands.

(silly doodle under cut)

[smolsix]

so more LN III thoughts (not as many at least, read more is just for users who are avoiding altogether)

I keep thinking abt how the single player you'll be playing with an AI like LN II, and I think the game would offer a lot of replay ability if you can choose which kid you play as as they both do different things (the wrench kid has the wrench for puzzles and breaking things, and the masked kid has the slingshot). in multiplayer it makes enough sense you can pick which one to play as, but if you can choose in single I think it'd make the game have a lot more play value and that's super cool.

the fact it has online co-op can mean so much for cool additional things, and i do hope character customisation is still there (LN with Six's masks/hats and LN II with Monos also) even if you have to unlock it which would also still offer replay ability.

[aq2003]

series 3 is so frustrating because there is like a shining core of pure diamond underneath the problems . like conceptually it rocks so incredibly hard. but the problems

[alienaiver]

For the little ask game, “come on, don’t do that. My head hurts” + Tsukki if you’re feeling up to him 🙈🙈 if not maybe Kirishima or Hinata??

I SWEAR TO GOD OPAL MY BELOVED MY BETHROTHED MY ONE AND ONLY I APOLOGIZE SO DEEPLY SO SO DEEPLY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!! life happened and while i know that YOU will always get me, i still wanted to give u a quick and DRAMATIC bow for making you wait for your beloved !!!! of course i went with tsukki for u, i love opal x tsukki with my entire heart !!!! <333333 its also so long... so so long compared to this just being a little writing game IDJESFHSEFHSK [clown emoji] <333 but its what u deserve!!!!!!!!!!!! also it isnt proof read and i swear this is FRESH!!! out of my document. i couldnt fall asleep last night before i had written down a note SO I WOULDNT FORGET MY IDEA FOR UR PROMPT!! and i swear. the note is so funny. it makes no sense. im attaching it to the bottom of this bcos. what the fuck.

You’re situated on the floor, watching the television with intense concentration, eyes wide and analyzing. A documentary is currently on, the sound most likely louder than necessary. In the back of your mind you register the door open and close, shoes shuffled off and feet padding into the living room.

You barely acknowledge his presence as a presentation of giant crab’s anatomy is shown on the screen. He wordlessly bends down behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head. You hum a distracted sound and he scoffs before retreating back onto the couch.

The documentary ends shortly after and Netflix recommends another one as the ending screen passes.

It’s a documentary about top secret UFO projects that’s been revealed. When it starts you shuffle backwards so you’re situated between the legs that Tsukishima spreads to accommodate you. The introduction is loud and unnecessarily dramatic but as Tsukishima kneads your shoulders, you don’t seem to mind much.

There’s a distinct dissonance between the sound effects and the experts talking so you reach out for the remote on the table to turn it up.

“Come on, don’t do that, my head hurts.” the grumble above you clicks immediately – there’s never been a constant need to communicate between you and with so many years of being together – living together, being quiet isn’t awkward or seen as tense. But he’s usually more talkative on Wednesdays since those are his quieter days.

You turn your back to look at him and by God does he look awful. You didn’t get to see him this morning before he left but he must’ve slept like shit if the bags under his eyes are any tell. Right now his glasses are skewed and you reach up your arms to fix their position but he turns his head, “they’re putting pressure behind the ears and it’s grating.”

You get up and grab his hand to motion him to follow. Wordlessly, you go into the bedroom and find your yoga mat, roll it out on the floor and situate yourself on your knees at the far end. You pat your thighs and he narrows his eyes, “I’m not doing that.”

“Where does it hurt? Forehead? Temples? Eyes?” you search his face for any tells but he remains neutral as he stares you down with his arms crossed, “it’s everywhere.”

“Oh, tension then! Come on you big baby, you know I can make it better.”

He grumbles out something incoherent before he starts walking across the mat to you. “Lie on your stomach,” you tell him and he stops in his tracks, “how would that ever be comfortable? My back would be raised in such a weird position!”

You roll your eyes at him – you don’t mean to, you know he isn’t uncooperative on purpose, just that he gets childish when something has inconvenienced him for the better part of his day. You pat your thighs again, this time harder to get the point across. He sighs deeply and theatrically before he does as he’s told. Before he lays his head on your thighs, you gently take off his glasses for him and put them next to the mat. With a wink you promise he’ll get them back after his treatment. He scoffs and rolls his eyes before he settles, breathing out deeply into your legs. “Can I come up for air?” he asks, knowing full well he can breathe just fine as you do your ministrations, he’s just being a little brat. You ignore him as your hands travel to the back of his neck, gently caressing first and feeling for the tension built up there.

You start slow, tracing his nape, shoulders and up to his skull before you place your thumbs on the part of the neck that connects with the skull, pressing down so hard that he whines underneath you, knowing it’ll help but with a natural reaction to pain. You move your thumbs only a few centimeters across the same section of that edge, feeling the built-up lactic acid. You’ve tried showing him how to relief this during the day when he’s been hunched at the desk or have been stressed because he’s so prone to tension but based on the amount you can feel with your thumbs, he hasn’t been doing his little exercises. You file that information for another day when he’s being unreasonable with one of his own demands to you.

He sighs out as you reach the edge by his ears and you know it’s already feeling so much better for him. Your fingers trace the back of his head and down his nape slowly, savoring the connection you’re having with him at this moment. When the fingers reach his shoulders, you start massaging gently, not really working out the knots with power but simply stimulating the blood flow in the area.

“Can I turn now? I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my entire life.” You snort out a reply but lift your arms with a final pat to his back, “get on your back.”

“Stop ordering me around.” The complaint is without any heat as he turns, his long limps hanging off of the end of the mat. It’s a good thing he doesn’t do much yoga, you think. With your fingers you trace his temples and up to his brow, your right pointer coming to the slope of his nose, tracing a line up and down from the middle of his nose, up between the brows and ending at the forehead before traveling back down, repeating the gentle motion. With your left hand you smooth out his worry lines with similar gentle motion, traveling to his jaw too.

Within a few moments you see all the built-up tension release as he relaxes into your hold, his arms going limp next to him and his legs spreading just a few millimeters more. You smile to yourself at succeeding, continuing for a few more beats before you initiate conversation.

“How was work?”

He scoffs and you feel the worry lines slowly reappear but you’re quick to make him melt again. “Hori and I were told to re-label some old, archived files today, you know, my favorite grunt work.” The sarcasm is thick on his tongue and you feel his head turn with the inward rolling of his eyes, “anyways, Hori made a mistake and while he didn’t explicitly blame me when Maruhi came back from lunch, he apologized for our mistake. The audacity to include me in that.”

You nod along, humming to show you’re listening. He continues on for a while, letting go of the frustration he’s had pent up all the way through practice afterwards. He sighs out deeply afterwards, “but Yama called in my lunch break.”

You smile, continuing to let your pointer go up and down by his nose. Sometimes, he can only really fall asleep if you do the motion on him – he’ll never admit it, though. “How is he?” you ask excitedly and you see the smile gracing your boyfriend’s features.

Tsukishima inhales slowly before his smile breaks out fully, “he got hired by that electronic company he applied to!”

“Really? That’s amazing!”

Tsukishima nods along to your statement, the smile never really fading as he talks about his best friend. He continues to update you on your mutual friend’s college life, how he struggles with food and Tsukishima’s thinking of making a care package – though he phrases it like he thinks you should do it, you know what’s behind the request. You go along with a smile, “you can help me buy things for it, then. We’re going grocery shopping Saturday anyways, might as well get things for him too.”

You lean down and kiss your boyfriend’s forehead. When you pull away, you’re surprised to see a pout on his face and when you ask what’s wrong, he pointedly looks away from you. As you try coaxing out what’s wrong, his pout only deepens. Finally, he seems to steel himself, “I was hoping you were gonna kiss my lips.”

You let out a laugh – one that makes him shake around on your lap from how hard you’re laughing. You then lean down and kiss his lips. “I love you, Kei.”

Instead of replying, he simply leans up and kisses you again, lingering with a sigh. As your hand traces circles on his cheek, he mumbles out, “thank you for always helping me with headaches.”

You know it’s not just the physical headaches he’s referring to. You kiss him deeply with a smile.

and here is said, chaotic as hell, note <3

[deus-ex-mona]

anyways listen to c-kun if you haven’t already done so~~~~~

[verytendou]

Haciendo todo esto y todavia diciendo a los de latam que ellos tienen la problema 💀

[niightfiend]

I *finally* drew my Fallout New Vegas OC before they became a ghoul :)

[skyburger]

WHAT THE HELL NOBODY EVER TOLD ME TWO OF MY FAVE VILLAGERS GOT A LINE STICKER TOGETHER. ive loved tabby for YEARS like since 2019 at LEAST. and these stickers are from 2018 how did i not know !!! i love tabby and boots so much 😭😭😭 TABBY AND BOOTS ANIMAL CROSSING I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH OOMFS FOREVER AND EVER

[cyberbullyinc]

😐