#brain why do u torment me

[leatherbookmark]

Huh... just connected the dots between my soul-crushing shame and inability to imagine myself "carelessly having fun" without feeling a Heavy Judging Gaze That Thinks I'm Such A Funny Stupid Little Baby on myself and like... my parents finding it the funniest thing in the world, worth bringing up over and over despite my discomfort, that I used to bob funnily to the music as a toddler

[wormthing]

Had a dream The Works had promotional flash games but they were really not good. at all. here are the two racing games.

[starvulture]

heyyyy *throws you into the pit*

[writesvani]

down low | 02

boxer! jungkook x collegestudent! reader

SUMMARY: There's no love, there are no fights with Jungkook—just a twisted addiction that keeps you crawling back. You tell yourselves it’s not toxic. After all, you never argue, never get jealous. Just fuck, lie, and slip back into the arms of the people who will never know.

It’s not love.

But it sure as hell isn’t nothing.

friends with benefits au, situationship au

TRIGGER WARNINGS: cheating, drug use (weed), smoking, explicit sexual content, emotionally toxic relationship, manipulation, infidelity (jk and y/n are cheating on their partners with each other), unhealthy coping mechanisms, morally gray behavior, emotional detachment

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— previous chapter // next chapter (pending...)

wc: 4k // date: 25th of April 2025

CHAPTER TWO — Inhaling You, Exhaling Guilt; happy reading my gummies...

AN: hey besties. new “down low” chapter is here and it’s unwell, just like me. this was supposed to be a 15k word monster but i said absolutely not and chopped it into 3 parts—so yeah, this ends on a cliffhanger. no sex yet. i’m sorry. (i’m not.)

BUT the tension? the dynamic? it’s sizzling. they’re one touch away from absolute disaster and i love that for them.

left some easter eggs in there too, so if you catch ‘em, scream at me in the comments or my asks. i’m lurking.

note goal is 600 bc you’re all feral and i believe in peer pressure. hit it and you’ll get part 2 real fast.

read. suffer. tell me your thoughts. love u forever, even while emotionally tormenting you.

The shift is... just another day. The usual crowd of regulars is here, sipping their espressos and making small talk that you would rather skip entirely. The day has been routine too—classes, a quick lunch with Taehyung, then straight into work. It’s all repetitive. It’s boring. And the worst part? You’re counting down the minutes until you can sprint to Jungkook’s apartment the second your shift ends at 10pm. You hate it. You crave it. And Jungkook’s not making it any easier.

Because right now, you're standing there, phone in your clammy hands, staring at a picture he just had to send you. Jungkook, in the middle of his boxing practice, hair messy, tattoos peeking out from his oversized black shirt, a cigarette hanging from his lips like he owns the damn world. He’s standing outside—because Namjoon doesn’t let him smoke inside (honestly, who’s the athlete here?)—but Jungkook looks so fucking good you almost forget where you are.

He knows it too. He knows exactly what he’s doing. That picture isn’t just a tease; it’s a reminder. A reminder that you should be thinking about being in his bed, not focusing on perfecting lattes. But here you are, trying to breathe through the urge to drop everything and run to him.

You can’t focus anymore. Your brain is mush, your hands are clumsy, and the espresso machine might as well be a spaceship for how little you're processing. You accidentally make an espresso instead of a double one for Mark—the sweet old man who comes in daily and tips in coins like it’s 1993. He stares at you like you just insulted his entire bloodline. You apologize, mutter something about being tired, and shuffle back to your station.

But your hands are twitchy. Your eyes dart to your phone every two seconds. Still nothing. Jungkook hasn’t sent anything else—no texts, no pics, no emojis. Just that one, cursed, sinfully sexy picture of him looking like every wrong decision you’ve ever made and wanted to make again.

And now? Now you’re stuck. One hour left of your shift and your brain is spiraling. You’re mentally unwell. Not in a tragic, poetic way. In a feral, "why isn't he texting me back when I clearly need to ride his face into next week" kind of way. You're restless. Desperate. Left alone with your thoughts and an absolutely unhinged amount of need clawing its way through your body like a caffeine-craving demon.

Only your message stares back at you, mocking, lingering, and gnawing at the edges of your sanity. It’s there, like a cruel joke, one that you can’t stop laughing at even though it’s slowly driving you insane.

you: stop teasing me kook

And then, nothing. Not a single reply. Left on read. Just like always.

Jungkook has this game down to a science, doesn't he? The art of push and pull—never fails to leave you dangling on the edge of your patience, teetering on the line between wanting to strangle him and wanting him to do the same to you. You’re on the verge of losing it, fingertips hovering over your phone, waiting for the next message that might never come. He knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s like a power play, a twisted form of control that drives you crazy in ways you can’t even put into words.

Every time you’re about to meet up with him, just when you think you’re close, he disappears. Doesn’t answer. Doesn’t care. Leaves you with nothing but your own burning desire and a game you never agreed to play. It makes you want to scream.

And it makes you want him more.

But despite the shrill, maddening thrill of his little game, there's one thing you're sure of—Jungkook wants it. Wants you. And that’s what makes him predictable. Comfortably so. It’s the only thread of stability in this whole mess. Because no matter how long he leaves you on read, no matter how quiet he goes, as soon as the clock strikes 10PM and your shift ends, like clockwork, your phone pings.

JK: when will u be here?

You smirk, your fingers moving fast.

you: 20 minutes

He waits. Not long. Just enough to keep the suspense alive. Just enough to remind you that he’s still in control.

JK: kk, see u baby

And that’s all it takes. You're spiraling again—but this time, you're sprinting into it willingly.

Jungkook smirks as he opens the door, like he’s been waiting his whole life just to make you roll your eyes. He leans against the frame with that infuriating ease, one hand—the tattooed one—tucked into the pocket of his grey sweats. His hair’s still damp, messy in that way that makes you suspicious he’s doing it on purpose. He smells like wood, citrus, and a hundred bad decisions. His black oversized shirt hangs just right on his frame, clinging to his shoulders, draping like it has no idea it's breaking rules just by existing.

And fuck him. Fuck him for looking that good.

“You’re late,” he drawls, head tilted, eyes dragging down your body like he has all the time in the world.

You raise a brow. “Didn’t you say I should be here until 11pm? It’s only like, half past ten.”

He shrugs, lips curling. “I did say that. But you always come earlier. I know you wanna see me as soon as you can.”

You scoff, pushing past him. “Jesus, Jungkook. Knock it off and let me in.”

He laughs behind you. Slow. Knowing. Dangerous.

You flop down onto his sofa like it’s your own personal throne. There are new pink pillows you don’t recognize. With a lazy smile, you say, “Cute pillows.”

“Thanks, baby. Eunji got them from IKEA the other day.”

You nod, lips curling. “Noted. I should tell Tae—these would totally match his softboy vibes.”

Jungkook drops down beside you, digging into his pocket like he’s searching for treasure. You already know what’s coming. Sure enough, a small greenish bud peeks out from a crumpled tissue.

“Didn’t know we were smoking tonight,” you murmur, eyeing him.

He shrugs, effortlessly picking the bud apart with skilled fingers. The way he moves is distracting. Methodical. Confident. Hot.

You shift in your seat, trying to ignore the tightening in your core.

“When are we not smoking?” he says with a smirk, not looking up.

“True,” you mumble, sinking back into the soft fluff of Eunji’s precious IKEA pillows. Silly girl. She has no idea the kind of things they’re about to witness.

You glance up—and Jungkook is watching you. Of course he is. Eyes hooded, a smirk ghosting his lips, like he’s waiting. Like he’s daring you to say or do something.

Then, slowly—so slowly—his tongue drags across the rolling paper.

He knows what he’s doing. And he does it anyway. On purpose.

You watch, helpless, skin prickling, heat curling low in your stomach. It’s obscene the way he licks it—like it’s not even about the joint anymore, like it’s about you. About this.

And the worst part? You’re not strong enough to look away.

You’ve never been strong when it comes to Jeon Jungkook.

“What?” Jungkook asks, one brow raised as he brings the freshly rolled joint to his lips like it’s second nature.

“Nothing,” you mutter, eyes tracking the flame as it flickers, kissing the end of the joint. He inhales deep, the ember glowing bright red before he exhales slowly, like it’s an artform. Smoke curls out of his mouth in slow, lazy tendrils, and you’re already annoyed at how sexy he looks doing the bare minimum.

He grins — cocky, annoying, knowing — and pats the cushion beside him like he owns the place. Like he owns you. You don’t even hesitate. You shift closer, tucking your legs beneath you, pretending you don’t care that your thigh brushes his.

Jungkook takes another drag, then coughs lightly, voice raspy as he waves off the moment with a half-laugh. “Okay, don’t clown me. This shit’s stronger than I thought.” His eyes squint just slightly, like he’s studying you. “So… uh, how’re your friends? Lena and Bob, right?”

You stare at him flatly. “It’s Lara and Rob. Do you seriously not remember their names after all this time?”

He shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but the smirk playing on his lips tells you he’s doing it on purpose. Just to get a rise out of you. “Close enough. They doing okay?”

You sigh. This is the worst part. The awkward five minutes of half-assed small talk before the inevitable. Before the high kicks in and his hands are on your skin. The two of you always dance around it — pretend like this isn’t transactional, like this isn’t just desire dressed up as casual banter.

“Lara just broke up with her boyfriend,” you say, grabbing the joint from him and taking a slow hit.

Jungkook leans back into the couch, one arm draped along the back of it, watching you. “Oh, the dude who studies Econ?”

You blink at him. “What? No. That was like… two years ago. This one studies Law.”

His mouth drops slightly. “Wait, hold up. Are you telling me we’ve been doing this for two years?”

You don’t say anything at first. Just pass the joint back and exhale a laugh, soft and a little bitter. “Yeah. Way before Taehyung and me.”

He tilts his head. “Shit. I forgot you even dated Kai.”

You chuckle. “Jungkook, we started hooking up way before Kai. Don’t act like you don’t remember.”

He stares at you for a beat, the room quiet except for the faint buzz of the overhead light and the sound of the joint crackling in his hand.

“So,” he says slowly, lips quirking, “what I’m hearing is — you’ve basically cheated on everyone with me.”

There’s something infuriating about how pleased he looks with himself. You raise an eyebrow, snatch the joint from his fingers again and hold it between yours like a crown jewel.

“Wouldn’t you like that,” you say, lips curling into a lazy smile. Smoke drifts out from between your lips. You don’t break eye contact.

His smirk deepens. “I do like it.”

You roll your eyes, but your stomach twists anyway. Because God help you, so do you.

“So, what’s up with you?” you ask, tilting your head as you hold the joint between two fingers, eyes flickering toward his. The smoke rolls from your lips like a sigh, curling into the space between you like a secret.

Jungkook shrugs, leaning back deeper into the couch, his arm brushing yours just barely. “Nothing much. Just chilling. Boxing and all that.”

You hum, eyebrows raising with mild amusement. “Wow. Riveting stuff.”

He shoots you a lazy grin. “You asked.”

“Yeah, and I keep forgetting that you’re emotionally unavailable until at least two joints in.”

He laughs, soft and warm, and it does something to you that you don’t want to look too closely at. You pass the joint back to him and try not to stare at the veins on his hand or the ink decorating his fingers like poetry you were never meant to read.

For someone whose body you know so intimately—every line, every scar, every sound he makes when you kiss the right places—you know next to nothing about his life. And that’s part of the deal. Or maybe the whole deal.

Jungkook takes a drag and blows it out slowly. “What about you?” he asks. “How’s the glamorous life of overworked and underpaid?”

You snort. “The usual. College, work, crying in coffee-scented bathrooms.”

He chuckles again, eyes crinkling, and it hits you how rare it is to see him smile like that when you're not on top of him.

You glance down at your nails, picking at a chipped corner of polish. “Tae and I are going on a small trip next weekend.”

That gets his attention. “Yeah? Where to?”

“Dunno yet. Probably something basic. Mountains or a lake house. Just wanna get out of the city for a bit.”

Jungkook nods slowly, lips parting like he wants to say something more, but he doesn’t. Just lets silence settle between you again.

You don’t push him. You never do.

“This reminds me…” Jungkook says, plucking the joint from your fingers like he owns it—and in moments like these, he kind of does. He leans back, smoke curling around his face like it knows he’s trouble. “Eunji wants me to meet her mom next weekend.”

You scoff, tilting your head. “Damn, dude. How are you gonna survive that?”

He grins around the joint. “Bruh. I’m perfect meet-the-mother material.”

You snort. “Right. Because mothers love tattooed boxers who smell like weed and moral ambiguity.”

“Whatever,” he says, exhaling smoke like it offends him. “You’re such a hater.”

“Not a hater. Just realistic.”

He glances at you, amusement twitching at the corners of his lips. “You think I’m not charming enough?”

You deadpan, “I think you’re more lie-to-your-daughter’s-face material.”

He bursts out laughing, tipping his head back. “Shit, that’s fair.”

You smile, watching him. He’s still hot when he laughs. Annoying, infuriatingly hot.

“But yeah,” he adds, voice dropping a little, “that probably won’t be happening. I’ll have to lie my way out of that one.”

You give him a dry look. “Thank god you’re a good liar.”

He smirks, eyes flickering to yours. “You’d know.”

“God,” you say, eyes fixed on the ceiling, “can you imagine if Eunji actually found out?”

Jungkook exhales a puff of smoke, slow and smug. “She’d kill me. And probably come for you too.”

“She wouldn’t even get the chance. Tae would commit murder first.”

He hums, passing you the joint. “Tae’s scary when he’s mad.”

You take it, inhale deep. “He is indeed. Have you seen his stare? That’s not normal. That’s serial killer energy.”

Jungkook laughs. “Yeah, and yet you still cozy up to him like he’s a weighted blanket.”

“You’re just jealous he takes me on cute brunch dates and actually remembers my birthday.”

“Wow,” he gasps dramatically. “Are you implying I’m not boyfriend material?”

You look him up and down, slow and deliberate. “I’m saying you’re situationship in denial material.”

He bites his lip to hide his grin. “That’s rich coming from you. Miss I’m loyal to my boyfriend except for every time I text you at 2 a.m.”

You groan. “Don’t act like you don’t eat it up.”

“Oh, I do,” he smirks, shifting closer, “especially when you come over all pouty, pretending this isn’t your favorite part of the week.”

You narrow your eyes. “You talk too much.”

“You like it.”

“Unfortunately,” you mutter, flicking ash into the tray.

He leans in, voice soft and cocky, “Bet Tae doesn’t make you squirm with just words.”

You look at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Bet Eunji doesn’t know you like being choked a little.”

He raises a brow, but doesn’t deny it. “Touché.”

“And for the record,” you whisper, fingers brushing his thigh, “you’re not boyfriend material. You’re just my favorite craving.”

He grins, low and dangerous. “That’s the sexiest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“You know,” Jungkook starts, tapping the ash off the joint, “sometimes I think Eunji likes the idea of me more than she likes me.”

You snort. “Well, you do post thirst traps and quote Nietzsche in your captions. Anyone would fall for the illusion.”

He gasps, mock-offended. “Are you saying I’m a fraud?”

“I’m saying you’re a curated experience.”

“Damn,” he laughs, nudging your thigh with his knee. “And yet here you are, front row, backstage pass, meet and greet.”

You shoot him a look, amused. “I never said I wasn’t a fan.”

He smirks. “You’re more than a fan. You’re the president of the Jungkook is a Bad Idea But God He’s Good in Bed club.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you say, even though your grin is impossible to hide. “I’m vice president, at best.”

“Oh really? Who’s president then?”

You take a long drag, pretending to think. “My vibrator. That one never leaves me on read.”

He laughs so hard he coughs, waving smoke out of his face. “Okay, okay.”

You lean in, eyes gleaming. “Bet Eunji doesn’t make you laugh like this.”

He quiets, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “She doesn’t make me laugh like this. Or moan like you do.”

You blink, caught off guard. “That was dangerously close to being sweet.”

“Don’t worry,” he teases, eyes dragging down your body, “I’ll say something trashy in two seconds.”

You chuckle. “You always do.”

“Maybe it’s a defense mechanism.”

“Maybe you’re emotionally constipated.”

“Maybe,” he murmurs, watching you, “but you like me better that way, don’t you?”

You don’t answer, but your silence is loud enough. And Jungkook hears every part of it.

He shifts closer. The joint is forgotten now, burning down between his fingers. His eyes drop to your mouth for a second too long, like he’s deciding if it’s worth it. Like kissing you is both a gamble and a given.

“You didn’t answer,” he says, voice lower, teasing, but almost careful.

You tilt your head. “About what?”

“Me being emotionally constipated. You liking me better that way.”

You smirk, but there’s a beat of honesty in your next words. “I don’t like you better that way. I just… like you.”

His gaze flickers—like the words hit somewhere deeper than you meant them to. And for a second, neither of you says anything. The tension isn’t new, but this feels… heavier. Messier.

“You’re dangerous when you say shit like that,” he murmurs.

You smile. “And you’re dangerous when you don’t.”

He drops the joint into the ashtray and leans in like gravity's pulling him toward you. His nose brushes yours. His breath smells like weed and cinnamon gum and something distinctly him.

“Last chance to stop me,” he says, voice so low it vibrates in your chest.

You blink slowly. “Last chance to kiss me before I change my mind.”

He chuckles—just a breath—and then closes the distance. His lips press to yours, soft but certain. There’s no hesitation this time. No teasing. Just warmth and the kind of familiarity that should scare you but doesn’t.

You kiss him back, one hand curling into the front of his shirt, the other finding his jaw. He tilts his head, deepens the kiss, sighs into your mouth like he’s been waiting all day for this exact moment.

And maybe he has.

When you pull back, slightly breathless, his eyes are still on yours. “So…” he whispers, “was that emotionally constipated, or…?”

You grin. “Still very much constipated. But in, like, a hot way.”

He groans. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” you say, tugging him back down, “you’re still kissing me.”

And he is. Again and again.

He kisses you again, but this time it’s messier. His hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you in like he can’t stand the space between you, like it’s a personal offense. Your mouths crash together, lips sliding, breath hitching. It’s not soft anymore—it’s hungry. The kind of kiss that bruises, that says everything neither of you will ever admit out loud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, still damp, pulling just hard enough to make him groan into your mouth. He kisses like he fights—like he needs to win, like he needs to ruin you a little just to feel okay again. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you open for him without thinking, without hesitating.

“Fuck,” he mutters into your mouth, “you taste so good.”

You don’t even respond—you’re too busy climbing into his lap, straddling him like it’s muscle memory. His hands find your hips, gripping hard. Like he’s grounding himself. Like he needs the pressure of your body against his or he’ll fall apart completely.

Your lips are swollen already, your breathing ragged, but neither of you stops. Teeth clash a little, tongues fighting, his hand sliding up under your shirt to find skin. It’s clumsy, intense, addictive. You break the kiss just to catch your breath, only to dive back in like you’re starving for him. Like you’ll die if he’s not kissing you.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook groans, lips trailing down to your jaw, your throat. “What are we even doing?”

You pant against his skin, fingers clawing at his shirt. “Being so bad.”

He laughs, breathless, mouth still on your neck. “The best kind.”

And then he kisses you again—hard, deep, messy like a confession neither of you dares to say out loud.

He kisses you like he needs it to breathe. Like it’s not just a kiss—it’s survival.

Your mouths crash again, sloppy and desperate. It’s the kind of kiss that makes your teeth bump and your lips burn, the kind that leaves your head spinning. Jungkook’s hand is cradling your jaw now, thumb brushing your cheek as if that could balance out the chaos happening between your mouths. Spoiler: it can’t.

Your hands are roaming—up his chest, into his hair, pulling him closer when he’s already close enough to melt into. He shifts under you, groaning low in his throat when your hips accidentally roll forward. His fingers dig into your thighs like he’s trying not to lose it.

“Fuck,” he hisses, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch your eyes. His pupils are blown wide, lips red and shiny, jaw clenched like he's trying to get a grip. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Good,” you whisper, yanking him back in.

This time, the kiss is slower—but not softer. It’s a drag of tongues, a teasing nip to his bottom lip, a moan you try to swallow when he licks into your mouth just right. Your nails scrape his neck and he shudders, pulling you tighter against him. Your chest presses flush with his and neither of you can tell where one ends and the other begins.

You don’t know how long it goes on. Minutes? Hours? A lifetime? You’re half in his lap, legs tangled, hair a mess, and breath coming in short, needy gasps. And yet he’s still kissing you like he doesn’t care about oxygen. Like nothing else matters.

And maybe right now, in this twisted little moment where everything is all heat and tongue and hands that won’t stop wandering—you believe him.

He kisses you between sentences—like the conversation is an afterthought, like talking about other people while kissing you is normal. Maybe for you two, it is.

"Does Eunji ever kiss you like this?" you mumble against his lips, barely giving him space to breathe.

He lets out a breathless laugh, teeth grazing your bottom lip before he tugs it. "No. She kisses like she's saying goodbye all the time."

You pause at that, then kiss him again—harder. His hands settle on your waist, dragging you closer.

"And Taehyung?" he whispers into your mouth. "He still hold your hand when you sleep?"

"Sometimes," you pant, mouth brushing the corner of his. "Only when he's not too tired."

Jungkook hums against your skin, mouth trailing down to your jaw, then your neck. "Do you miss it?"

You tilt your head, let him kiss down to your collarbone. "No," you whisper honestly, then pull him back up by the chin to kiss him again. It’s messier now. Hungrier. Your lips glide against each other like you’re both trying to erase the names you just said.

"She makes me breakfast, you know," he murmurs between kisses, "Packs fruit in little containers like a mom."

You lick into his mouth, teeth grazing his tongue just slightly. “You ever think about her when we do this?”

“Only when you’re being mean,” he teases, nipping at your lip. “You?”

"Only when I feel guilty," you admit, then kiss him deeper—because guilt can wait.

His hands are tracing foreign paths under your shirt, his mouth never leaving yours, like he’s punishing you for every moment you spend talking about anyone that isn’t him.

"Fuck," he groans, pressing his forehead to yours, lips still brushing yours with every word. “We’re the worst.”

You kiss him again. “I know.”

But neither of you stop.

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[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #18

Operation: Birthday Takeback

Dev's birthday!! Look at him. For some reason, the fact that his drones are here in 2D is funny to me... He's a little cartoon guy. Hazel is very cute.

I have a note here that says Dev's birthday is separated from Founder's Day by 9 years, 7 months, 14 days. So, he's had Peri for 4.5 months?

-> That is not too shabby in a universe where it's rare [in the OG series] to keep godkids for a year. Nice job, Dev!

...... Do you think they'll bring back rule-free fairyversary muffins (There WAS a full movie about it), because I have a pretty good idea what he'd wish for. Smells like trouble...

Okay, let's go! ... Peri does not think his parents are cool. And Dev is SHOCKED they came over. Also, he has no idea what to do with this much attention. He's SO red.

Hm. Peri looks really unimpressed... Did he already give Dev every birthday wish he wants and now it'll be awkward when Hazel gives a gift, because what can she possibly give that Peri didn't?

-> Dev still seems delighted Hazel's here! I think her friendship is the best gift :)

-> I do not think Peri knows enough about Dev's interests to surprise him, especially since they weren't getting along in the Dimmsonian episode because Dev was frustrated Peri couldn't "make a better cupcake" and Peri was frustrated Dev couldn't figure out what flavor he wanted.

-> Peri gives me "by the book" learning vibes; he's frustrated Dev doesn't listen to him and is harder to work with than the theoretical child he had in mind, I think.

-> Okay yeah, Peri is having NONE of this. Okay, Mr. Jealous Clingy Boyfriend Vibes...

Aw, Cosmo is trying to cheer Dev up... Peri, you wanna... jump in, or...? No?

Also, I'm enjoying watching what at this moment in time seems to be a healthy friendship and/or romance develop. I'm all for tormenting children, but this is nice too.

Peri...

Also, Dev thinks Hazel is like, the coolest person ever. And Peri is SO jealous Dev would rather hang out with his human friend than with a magical fairy. That's hysterical.

Something something, Juandissimo spent 3 seasons getting fired and bounced around Fairy World because he couldn't stop crying over how much he loved and missed Remy and finally broke Da Rules to return his memories, something something, Peri came here for a good time and he is honestly feeling so attacked right now.

I don't know what I'm trying to say, but... u get it. Two spoiled bullies, two very different dynamics. It's not the kid; it's the willingness of the fairy to meet them where they are... and love unconditionally.

Local celebrity kid who spent his Spellementary School life getting fawned over never developed the social skills to make friends and doesn't know how to deal with people viewing him as a flawed three-dimensional person.

For some reason I'm getting flashbacks to the end of "School of Crock" when Poof referred to his classmates as "his friends and Foop."

Okay, I thought Dev would freak out (/negative) over seeing boots since his dad literally unveiled a statue of him kissing his beloved boots while disregarding his son, but... he likes them! Despite that emotional blow, he is a Dimmadome to his core.

-> Dev getting his very first pair of little cowboy boots with tiny spurs 'fic, please.

-> Toddler Dev trying on his dad's or grandpa's boots 'fic, please.

Dev: Why didn't YOU think of getting me [rocket boots], pickle-brain Peri? Peri: Because my job is to grant you wishes! Not to read your mind!

Yikes... It's been a long few months for them.

Also, Cosmo and Wanda choose this moment not to overstep on the parenting relationship here and that's fantastic. Sorry, Peri- You're on your own for this one.

-> Wanda's totally willing to get Peri out of here if he needs it. So... she probably did notice Dev being snippy with him, but actively chose not to step in since Peri told her not to overstep in "Lost in Fairy World." Interesting.

Hm. I wonder if Peri has an animal form? I imagine he takes the form of tech or something that wouldn't catch Dale's eye. He probably sleeps in Dev's bedroom though (and/or "Hassle in the Castle"-esque pocket space).

-> Peri in his debut: /confidence oozing from every pore

-> Peri 4.5 months later: my crops are dying. I'm crops.

I love this family.

Though I feel like... it puts a weird level of stress or professionalism on Peri and Dev. I don't really have the words for it, but something something, maybe Peri's first assignment shouldn't have been so close to his parents because they are clearly struggling to let him speak or handle things himself. It's nice he can ask advice, but I feel like if they're around too often and Peri defers to them, that blurs lines and will be really confusing for Dev.

Who do you listen to if your fairy is telling you "Yes" and his parents - who have no technical authority over you but have ambiguous semi-authority in your fairy's mind - are telling you "No?" That's workplace tension waiting to happen.

And Peri is clearly trying to set his workplace boundaries - we saw that in "Lost in Fairy World" especially - but Cosmo and Wanda keep kinda undermining him and bringing family vibes into work, and he's also grown now, so... Yikes. I love them, but that's rough, buddy.

Forget that- Is that Vicky?

?? Vicky is still young? Or is this Vicky's daughter? MARK, what did you do? I know you literally have clones of her, sir.

I mean, I guess it's not out of the question she'd look the same years later- she had the same hair when she was 5 back in "The Switch Glitch" and she clearly likes that style, but I wasn't expecting it, especially since she's probably close to Dale's age and he's clearly beefed up (and I think gotten taller). Huh. Well, all righty.

The golden cowboy boots on display with the "In honor" plaque are not doing anything to disprove my tentative theory that Doug Dimmadome has passed on and that's why Dale is so clingy towards his boots.

Pfft, the "Icky Vicky" song is still a thing.

SLKJDF, I'm amazed they carried through with Vicky being the one to put Dale to work at the lemonade stand. I'm still confused as to whether she started it at age 9 or took over from someone else.

DEV DOESN'T KNOW HER???

Dale, you are a terrible dad. How can he be so bitter about his past and tell his son horror stories about Vicky, and/or not keep constant watch for her? I can't believe he hasn't sued her into oblivion.

-> It's because he doesn't tell Dev stories unless it's to gripe about how he needs to pull his weight because "My life was so hard when I was your age," isn't it?

I like how Dev is trying to lightly call to Peri for help without attracting attention or moving his lips. Geez, man- That's gotta be so stressful when you're trying to rely on someone new to help you and they don't show up. He didn't have him in the Hocus Poconos and he can't get him out here when he needs him. This is gonna be great on his trust issues, I'm sure.

Peri looking at his dad vs. Wanda looking at her sexy husband:

Dev will hang with his friends, but he's not putting down his stuff.

This next face he makes (without words) to signal "Hey, I'm doing my best" is so funny to me. He's like. "Yeah, I don't have to say anything; she knows what's going on here."

... I'm confused. What is up with Wanda and Cosmo right now? Why are they leaving notes to Dale that out Hazel as a godkid and them as fairies (who are disguised as humans)?

I get that they're not thinking ahead and are spelling out notes while they talk to each other, but surely they should know better than to leave evidence, especially after they saw Cookie get 10k years in prison for revealing the existence of Fairies and we know Hazel could be separated from them. Peri clearly knows this is a bad idea. Utterly incomprehensible to me.

"Icky Vicky" remix!!! Also, Dev handles rocket boots way better than Kevin Crocker did.

Dev "It's not a children's party; I'm a BIG KID!" Dimmadome - Dude, you just turned 10. I mean... That is double digits and you're just a little guy, so... good job.

I'm so glad I was right and that Dev isn't allowed to drink lemonade. That's hilarious. I'm obsessed. He wants it so much...

A.J., Poof, and Crocker sure changed a lot considering Vicky looks the same.

I love Dev covering Hazel's eyes so she doesn't see the partially naked money-covered mural of his dad.

The fact that this is even in the show is hilarious; it says so much to me. Dale "Obsessed with flaunting where I am now in life" & Dev "Instantly doing damage control so my BFF doesn't feel uncomfy or think I'm weird and ditch me" Dimmadome.

....... I said BFF, but I'm pretty sure Dev said Trev was his BFF in Episode 1 and now I'm wondering why we haven't seen them together at all. Hm. I'm gonna have to circle back to Episode 1 later; I might be misremembering.

Their names are Dev and Trev... Where is this silly duo? We're bein' ROBBED!

Peri's grown out of calling Wanda "Mama"- just "Mom." Good note for me in case I want to write something in line with New Wish's canon specifically, since I've always used "Mama" in 'fics even when he's older.

Peri watching his parents make innuendo jokes:

Oh, INSTANT panic on their end at the news of Vicky in the house. More so than with Crocker!

50 years of deep-seeded trauma... This would be a fantastic title card or redraw. Maybe I'll draw it someday.

Cannot believe Peri has been whiplashed back and forth by being snarked at, coddled, reminded of his Hocus Poconos trauma, and now he's facing Vicky trauma all within a couple episodes. It's been a long 4 months.

Peri @ Vicky: "She's REAL!? I thought I imagined her as a baby!!!" is he ok.

-> This is very funny to me because it plays into my headcanon of Poof growing up to forget most of his time with Timmy, including his name, and beating himself up about it.

I don't think Peri has gone one episode without going full panic mode over something. This kid's not lasting long as a godparent. Dev's gonna crack him like a nut and then Jorgen's going to wipe the floor with him.

omg, Dev needs his godparent to stand up for him against Vicky and Peri's having a MELTDOWN and hiding behind his mom. Um???

Holy cow, I've never seen him break like this, except maybe when he gained his fear of the dark in "Lights Out." That includes his many brushes with death and when Fairy Court unraveled his existence from the timeline.

-> I cannot believe I made a joke about how I wasn't sure how things could get more traumatizing for Peri than having to face the Hocus Poconos and yet here we are. Yeah, he's gonna put in his two weeks' notice like... tomorrow.

He ditched his godkid! Peri!!! You are a grown-up now! You can't do that!!

Okay, so Vicky is as tall as Cosmo and Wanda, so she can be an adult, sure. Also, Cosmo and Wanda finally getting the chance to stand up to her <3 I don't remember her tormenting them that much but maybe it's secondhand spooks.

-> Peri's meltdown continues in the background. That is some DEEP trauma.

Even if this was a non-Vicky person, would Peri be mentally equipped to deal with it? Because he's reacting badly for a guy whose memories are so wobbly, he can't remember if they were real. He's not there for Dev and he clearly has some issues to work out.

-> I think he needs more godparent training; he is NOT ready.

(Full moon!)

Ooh, Dev feels like his dad replaced him with Hazel... Dev out here like "Wait a sec, the reason my dad's not been around in 4.5 months is because apparently he's obsessed with you?" Oh boy... Those three expressions just tell it all (The horrified realization, the despair, the anger...)

omfg, Dev just found out Hazel "wished to become friends with him" ("I wish I knew why he acted so mean") and he feels like he's not good enough to be liked without a wish and everything was a lie, and he is CRASHING and screaming. Oh, geez louise. Terrible job, everyone!!! Everybody loses!!

I really like this night city skyline. It's so pretty. I love this decompression scene. Really good storytelling move and also nice to look at. I want to write with these vibes.

Man, Hazel's comforting herself and turning to Cosmo and Wanda for support (and making plans of how to make her evening better after getting yelled at).

I bet I know who's NOT about to turn to his fairy for support~

Dev: And where tf were you!?!?

"I was calling for you; why didn't you answer me? Why is no one ever there? Why does everyone else 'matter more' than me, even the people who are supposed to look out for me?"

Peri: D':

-> I like how the poof clouds still have words in them. Also, the scribbling scene is really well-done; Dev is losing his marbles.

Oh man... Thaaat's a big mess. Welcome home, child trauma show <3

Also, fanfic timeline notes under the cut:

[Contains a small timeline spoiler for Along the Cherry Lane, which is a 'fic I won't be starting for a long time. This is already in my Timmy's Timeline notes from the sideblog, though, so if you've already seen it, it's nothing new]

Wanda said it's been a "couple decades" since her encounters with Vicky. So... is Vicky like, 36?

I could've sworn Vicky and Dale were close to the same age; he has a teen body design in "Nectar of the Odds."

His age might've been adjusted though, or at least he may have started at a very young age. He told Dev in "Stanky Danky" that "when he was his age, he was working in a factory making lemonade every Saturday" and missed all the Saturday cartoons. This is Dev's 10th birthday, so maybe the thought here is "Dale started at age 9 or 10, then stopped at age 16 or 17."

If that's true, then yes, he's Vicky's age.

So. In that case, that screenshot of distraught Dev I put up in my "Battle of the Dimmsonian" post and captioned as "This is probably how Dale used to look at Vicky and then she kicked him down the stairs" is probably age-accurate too, and that's even worse.

Let's say it's been 2 decades and Dale was 16 then, now 36. That would mean he had Dev... Let's say around age 26 or 27.

-> That would jump us from 2002 [in my 'fics] to Dev being born around 2012, with New Wish taking place more or less around 2022. I think I'm okay with that- We saw in "Fearless" that the Enrichment Academy's most recent champion win was 2019 and they win every few years, so that makes perfect sense.

I think my 'fic Along the Cherry Lane ends with Tammy and Tommy close to age 10 in 2020? Let me see...

Riddle's Cloudlands AU notes: - Timmy parts ways with Cosmo and Wanda on October 15th, 2010 - Chloe parts ways with Cosmo and Wanda the night of March 20th, 2011. - Tammy is born September 2013 & Tommy February 2016 - Tammy and Tommy receive Cosmo and Wanda as godparents in 2023 (He's 8 or 9, she's 10 or 11)

Hmm... That's riding really close to Hazel's timeline. New Wish will probably be over by the time I'm done with my current longfics and ready for Along the Cherry Lane, so I won't worry about it for now, but it'll be nice to have these notes later in case I do want to try fitting this into my canon. We'll see if we get any hints about Tammy or Tommy in future episodes. I'd love to see Hazel meet Timmy with his kids, though I doubt we'll see that.

-> I also would not be opposed to kicking "Channel Chasers" out of New Wish's canon because it's not an episode I have attachment to and, well... we don't have flying cars or robot babysitters yet.

... If I were to keep everything, I feel like I'd rather take New Wish as canon and then put "Channel Chasers" after it (even if that violates the "20 years later" label) than commit to "Channel Chasers" and kick Hazel away. I was dreading worldbuilding a society that gained flying cars and robots within 20 years anyway, so I wouldn't be mad.

-> But I'll have to decide how much New Wish I want to incorporate into my canon, seeing as I usually prioritize the OG series in Cloudlands AU above spin-off media. Hmm.

Again, I won't be finishing this 'fic for a long time, so New Wish might be over by then and I'll have more information to work with.

Thanks for reading my liveblog!

[a-pastel-edgelord]

Hiii. I saw ur inbox was open so I wanted to throw some brain rot at you?? I saw ur tags for the post u reblogged with Kyotani.... PLEASE GO ON. Great with kids, loves being around them, working with them—but never wants one himself? Would his partner be the same? Would he consider it with the right person? Is he immune to baby fever? SAVE ME FROM THIS TORMENT PLSSS ❤️ tyily

That was a hot fucking minute ago anon, but 🆗 tagging @mintmatcha because my idea was spawned from their text post.

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"You good?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" You look up at Kentarō with a blink. The paper plate you'd been loading with food, is placed onto the end of the buffet table. "Is something wrong?"

The evening has been so nice—as far as you know. It's just a small cook out within the Sendai Frogs group. Tsukishima had surprisingly offered his backyard, and Koganegawa managed to procure a grill from somewhere. Daisho and Mika brought a generous amount of meat while you brought the veggies and rice. Yamaguchi and Yachi are going to arrive a little later with watermelon and booze (as an apology for having to work regular nine to five jobs). Tsukishima's older brother is in attendance as is his girlfriend(?) Saeko—she insists everyone call her by her given name.

There's laughter, music and good food. Everything is as it should be. So why does Kentarō look... anxious?

"Nevermind." He shakes his head as if to clear it. "Eat, go grab a chair."

You nod, picking up your plate and eyeing him as you go to sit. You find an empty spot next to Mika. Daisho just got transferred into the team from the Tamaden Elephants. Apparently he and Kuroo go way back. You can hear Tsukishima complaining about him with Daisho providing enthusiastic support.

You fight to keep a grin off your face and you end up catching Mika's eye. "Tsukishima's favorite pastime is shit talking."

"Oh, I'd call it Suguru's hobby!" You both laugh. "How long have you and Kyotani been together?"

Is this what Kentarō is worried about? Mika isn't the least bit scary. "Since highschool graduation actually. He confessed to me after the ceremony."

"Oh, so you two went to the same school!"

"Nah, I went to Date Tech—I was the manager of the volleyball team. Kentarō and I met through a local gym that had volleyball nights. Then our teams played against one another." You raise a cup in Koganegawa's direction, he promptly drops what he is doing to wave back—spilling water all down his front. Mika laughs again but you just sigh. "He skipped his own graduation ceremony just so he could cheer me on at mine."

"Wow! That's so romantic!" She sighs dreamily. "That'll be a good story for your kids, huh?"

Ah. Of course, you think, they wouldn't know. "Kentarō and I aren't going to have kids."

"Huh?"

You shrug, forcing nonchalance into your expression. "We talked about it and decided we're good as we are. We've gotten quite a bit of grief from our families about it too."

You don't look at Mika, not wanting to be disappointed. You like her, you don't want to give up being her friend. A hand falls on your shoulder. You meet her gaze, it's firm. "It's your business. A child is not a decision to be made lightly."

Relief, cool and sweet, sweeps through your bones. A smile blooms across your features. "My thoughts exactly."

You search for Kentarō, finding him rolling his eyes at Koganegawa's wet shirt. You barely have to stare at him for more than a second before he snaps his gaze over to you. You hold the contact, giving him a gentle wave. He signs to you, all good?

Yes, you sign back, all good.

[nyxiswrites1200]

Pookie I need MROE sub!sam Winchester I’m literally like going insane clawing at my enclosure foaming at the mouth

I need to see with man because I know deep in my heart that he’s pathetic and dose in fact cry big phat tears in bed and dose that hiccup thing and also whimpers and can’t speak coherently because he’s so stimulated and clawing at your arm.

Anyways I need to genuinely be sedated because I’ve never acted like this towards a man like EVER so excuse me and thank you for your time 🫶🫶

Hope u have a wonderful night 🥰‼️

Babe you are feral and I love it <33 I got such a vivid image with this request 🤭🤭

~ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒆 ~

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Penetration, Teasing, Edging, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Begging, Crying, Pet names, Committed Relationship

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Sam lacked so much control in his life. That's why he always took the dominant position in the relationship. You didn't mind that, you liked it even. You loved letting him take care of you and protect you.

However, sometimes you wanted to let him relax for once. You wanted to take care of him and just have him let go.

That's how you ended up here. Alone in the motel room with Sam. Sam laid on the bed, his head thrown back against the headboard as needy moans left him. Your hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip. You finally rub your thumb over it, smearing the sticky substance all over the head of his cock. The action draws a whiny moan from the larger man.

His hand instinctively gripping your forearm due to the overstimulation you were providing. "Sweetie-..Sweetie, please" he begged, a desperate need in his tone.

"Hm? What do you need, Sammy~?" You ask, playing dumb. As if you haven't edged him twice and gave him so much foreplay he about came in his boxers. "C'mon babe- I need you to let me cum" he rasps.

You move your hand back up and down his length, stroking him just how he likes. Slightly gripping him just a little too tight, making his grip on your forearm tighten up as he lets out a breathy whine.

You don't respond to his plea, you just gently grab his chin and tug him into a sweet kiss. He doesn't hesitate to respond as he kisses you back. It's feverish and sloppy on both ends, a string of saliva follows when you pull away.

You know he's about to cum, you feel Sam's cock twitch in your grip. "Please, don't stop" he groans but it's messy and needy. You can't help but pull your hand away just to test a reaction.

"Nono- fuck, sweetheart..." He whines, you swear you see tears build on his lash line as you deny him again, a small hiccup leaving him. "Awe, don't cry Sammy" you speak gently as you cup his cheek and kiss a line down his jaw. But Sam can't help it, you've got him borderline crying because you won't let him cum. You've gotten him completely unwound in front of you, his sensitive and vulnerable side welcoming your sweet torment.

You decide to spare him anymore heartache.

You push your underwear to the side, baring your more than welcoming entrance to him.

You grab his cock and push it inside, taking him all the way. Sam immediately grabs your hips, his large hands splayed across your figure. He doesn't hesitate to thrust his cock right up into you, hitting that sweet spot with ease.

"Fuck Sammy~" you moan out as you ground yourself against his chest with your hands. But Sam doesn't stop, now that he's got you right here, sitting on his lap with his cock stuffed into you. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips and he fucks you hard, pounding into that sweet spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum, is that what you wanted? Getting me all worked up so I could fill you?" He grunts as he feels your body respond positively to his words.

He let out whiny moans, tears staining his cheeks from how tight and warm you felt. He couldn't help himself, you'd made him so needy and finally gave him what he wanted.

Your brain turned to mush as he sent you over the edge. He kept pounding you until he finally let out a whiny moan as he came, tears spilling down his cheeks from how good it felt to finally cum. He pulls back before slamming every inch back in, fucking his cum deeper into your hole.

You pant, a moment passing of nothing. Sam pulls out of you, making you think he's finished. But then he grabs you, flipping you over in front of him. You were shocked but before you could even turn to look at him, he stuffs his fat cock back inside you.

You bury your face into the sheets as you moan loudly.

"Sam- Sam wait-" you whine as he begins pounding into you again. He holds your hips firmly.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart" he rasps.

[artistic-dead-dreams]

So...what if Cybug king candy was a licensed killer for dead by daylight?? Question mark ??

I made some sillayyyyy perks and power for the man since I'm fixated on the obvious wreck it ralph or also known as Ralph who wrecks it.

I've been HOOKED on dbd for like 7 years but tbh I don't know shit about uhh any perks and how they work tbhhh but just have fun and don't look too deep into it (but totally do)

Okay so let me ramble and show my doodle I'll definitely draw more of this concept. Like I have soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much crossover shit in my brain ITS GONNA IMPLODE

Introducing the new killer......

The Glitch.

Power: Fun Facade! Turn into the classic iconic racer, Turbo! and run over the survivors for like 30 seconds. Or at least try toooo

This new guy comes with three new perks! Rather they aren't very...hmmm they aren't well explained but hopefully u see the vision

Have some candy!

Use what this Cybug body does best and become what you eat. Turn the tables on the survivors as you can consume Tool boxes, Maps, and Keys. Why? So you can spit them up at the silly billies that you shall torment, duhh. Like imagine getting hit in the head with a tool box and other stuff hahaha ouch!

Ego Boost!

Being rewarded surely does boost one's own ego, it's just natural. So once you have hooked the obsession twice all generators are blocked off by the entity for 20 seconds.

A kings code:

Coding takes much more than smarts, it takes time. Once you've gotten your first death hook kill,

your aura will not be detected by survivors for 35 seconds. Your red mark will disappear and you will not be detected by a heartbeat.

Yeah so that's done 👍

I drew him as his usual Cybug form just added some extra lovin 🤑

I also designed a hook for the bastard

It's a chocolate wafer with a strawberry one with a bite out of it,with a peanut butter filled cookie. With whip topping keeping everything together?? & red vines and a candy cane as the hoookkk!!! Had to have toooo

Perhaps gum drops as decor and on top a big ol dallop of whip cream & a cherry on top!

Okay now it's done done

Yeah 👍

[smilingangel582]

Proceeded to right another windbreaker and unlike most of yall. I still have not moved on from windbreaker.

Nooo I miss it too much

It's has a bit of suo x sakura fluff and mild swearing and definitely a bit of ahem... subtle stuff like yaoi. But not a lot, guys... nothing sus... just words... also... cute tickles!

If you are not interested in tickles and innocent gentle touching, then skip pls thank u!

Summary: Suo has made an early trip to Sakura's place (for some certain reason) before the rest of the gang. Suo teases and calls Sakura childish... Sakura's not having any of that.

Warning Spoilers for Windbreaker season 1 and anime keel arc, but mainly the anime

Childish

"Sakura-kun, when's the last time you cut your hair?" Suo Hayato murmurs softly now caressing the slightly longer cowlicks on his white coloured side, the two tones split unevenly but beautifully.

Seeing how he casually reached to touch him, Sakura instinctively jolts back, fists raised defensively to punch him, "H-hey quit touching me... and why the hell are you here?"

"Uwe?" Suo feigning confusion as he looks around 'here' as in Sakura's empty house. Suo gives a sweet smile, "Well... we did put a text saying we're coming by to play uno... didn't we?"

"You did?" Sakura's arms lowered now. He fumbled for his phone and takes his sweet time checking and noticed the message and Suo grins, "Ah so now it's read..."

Sakura's face blossomed red, "Y-yeah well I purposefully uh..." rummaged his brain for the right word, "Golstered you!"

Suo blinks, "Golster...?" Realization dawned to him, "Ohhh Sakura-kun, do you mean 'ghosted'? Haha, " he bursts into airy light laughter, making Sakura turn even more red.

"Ahah sorry sorry," he wipes a dry tear, "Where did you learn that word? Haha from Nirei?"

Sakura folds his arms. Pouting a little like a kid, "W-Well, it's from Kiryu... he did teach me things about uh using a smartphone"

To think Sakura is finally talking to others outside from Nirei and himself. Suo's heart elevated at that. So endearing...

"Kurita taught me about using uh... stickers..." he mumbled that shyly, "Then uh Takanashi recommended a good... um brand for perfume... its good..."

"I'm glad you're learning... honestly, it's kind of cute... like a child. " Suo pats his head gently, half mockingly and half proudly.

"Gah! Dont patronise me!" Sakura snapped, pushing his hand away, "I'm not cute!"

"But you are... adorable, " he paused to lean forward, booping his nose, "So childish... and it makes me feel like a proud parent"

Sakura grumbled, his lower lip tilting down trying to look away, "Damn u... who are you calling childish?"

"You?" Suo pokes his ribs, making him jolt now, hissing like a kitten, "Quit teasing me punk!"

"Why?" Once again, Suo pokes him a bit to the lower ribs, making Sakura stumble backwards and this gives the latter the chance to tickle his sides forcefully.

"Gah! Haha oi! Stop it! Cuhuhut ihihit out!" Arms hugging his sided as Suo's delicate fingers tormented his ribs.

"Well, childish people are pretty ticklish, Sakura kun..." Suo points out, "you are still fifteen so technically your a child"

"I AM NOT!" Sakura snaps but arched his back with a squeal when Suo sneaks his fingers under the hem of his shirt, grazing his bare waist.

"AH! AHA time out! TIHIME OUT!"

Suo pauses fingers, still touching his bare skin, "So Sakura kun? What do u think? Are you a child?"

"Noo!" Sakura growled, "But I hold grudges!" He tackles Suo now beginning to retaliate.

"Aha! Sakura-kun w-wahahait not mehe" Suo giggles tumbled freely compared to Sakura's yelping and small squeaky giggles, his was airy and light, making Sakura mesmerised.

He smirked, somewhat motivated to try this new concept called 'tickling'.

"Ha! Can't take what you dish? Who's childish no?"

"Ahaha Sakura-kun ahaha" he does sound like he's enjoying. Sakura gets distracted when he felts something sharply electrifying over his navel, light finger skittering sneakily making Jim double over on top of Suo.

"G-gah! Hehe, oi baka!"

Suo let's a snicker now, "Uh oh I found a sensitive spot... you shouldn't have got me back Sakura-kun"

The felt skittering fingers over his belly quite torturous. Suo is incredible merciless. Sakura slowly buckled yo the side, giggling and gasping.

"Ngn! S-Suo! Shit yohohou ahahasshole!"

Suo grins, now managing to catch his breath, further attacking that spot. Hoping to safe from being caught in the receiving end.

Sakura's will power is still amazing. Suo gasps in subtle shock as Sakura pushes himself again on top of Suo and manages to grab both his wrists towards his chest. Suo for the first time stares up at his eyes... taken aback by the beautiful Blush on his cheeks, long white and black lashes tear stained... his breath suddenly hitched when...

"Take that!" Sakura snaps, tickling Suo's neck, which made him jump.

This didn't go according to his plan.

Sure Suo did allow Sakura to tickle him back for him to actually get the upper hand and unintentionally charm him and then get his worst spot was uncalled for.

"Eeyaha!" Suo, let's a shocked strained squeak. Now scrunching his shoulders up protectively, even his wrists were pinned. Sakura still managed to discover a pretty vulnerable spot.

"I will get u back Suo Hayato!" Sakura gritted his teeth, his eyes determined and serious almost causing Suo to forget the current ticklish plight.

"Ahaha Sakura-kun y-yohou gohot me!"

"Nope not until you say uh... whats the word" Sakura thinks "was it aunt... nephew? Idk..."

Suo genuinely laughed at that, and squeaked and giggled as he tried to talk, manahing to free his wrists, "Ahaha Sakura-kun y-yoohoohou mean uncle hahaha thahahahats sohohoho adoohohorable ehehehe whehehen yohohohou sahahahaid thahahat!"

Sakura blushed, "Y-you-!"

"Ah! Nirei-kun your already back?"

Sakura turns back, now fulling ready to keep his composure and cool.

"I-I was trying to... huh?"

Nobody was behind... just an empty door still closed. Before his cat instincts could warn him...

A slow steady finger slid up his spine making him jolt and stagger away but the villain caught him in his arms. He messed up... Big-big time.

"Sakura-kun?" Suo whisperedt at his ear making him shiver and squirm, "Need I remind you that no one gets away with tickling me..."

"S-Suo -eya!" Sakura yelps when Suo trips him on his back. He felt a grip on his ankle and panics. "W-Whooa, whoa! Hold on! No...!"

Suo Hums, suddenly dark and playfully eerie, he lightly rubbed the toes, now warming up and keeping Sakura in anxious giggly jitters.

"If you weren't my friend... I would've broken your fingers but since you're my dear friend... I like to torment these piggies as a punishment..."

Sakura clenched his fists, uncertain what he meant by pigs... u till he felt scribbles from the first toe making him squeal.

"Ever played the game this little piggy?"

"Noo nooohoo, stop it's ehehehembarassing!" He giggles, feeling the childish teasing more impactful than the tickling.

"Cute..." Suo unfazed swiftly sang, 'This little piggy' enjoying the obnoxious Yelps and squeaks he tried to hide desperately from Suo.

"Who's a child now Sakura-kun."

"AAHAHA SHIT NOT THERE!" When Suo spider tickles his stomach.

"You seem particularly sensitive here... but more there..." Suo Hums casually, sweetly taking his time swirling his finger over his belly button making Sakura squeal.

"Gyaahaha! OOHOHOK! YOU WIN! HAHAHA PLS! PLS! PLEAAHAHASE!"

"Eh? Suo-san? Sakura-san? What's going on?"

Suo swiftly takes a position cross-legged on the ground smiling brightly, "Oh I was teaching Sakura-kun how to act more mature... he's so childish.

"D-damn you!" Sakura gasps but unable to get up as he was tired and fatigued. Kiriyu grins now smiling, "Ehh? Was that cute girl squeal Sakura-kun? No way..."

"Even I thought Sakura-kun brought a girl?" Tsugeura says seriously, genuinely considering that option. Suo laughs now, "Wow, Sakura-kun..."

Sakura grumbled, now fully red, "bastards! Ugh! Fucking hell I will get yall," he specifically eyed Suo now Narrowing his eyes, "You! Watch it!"

"Hmm, hmm, Sakura-kun is even cuter when he's getting serious..."

Kiriyu giggled, "Haiii! Sakura-chan kawaiii!" He suddenly tackled Sakura to tickle his sides making the latter shriek in surprised laughter.

Tsugeura joins in with the heat, and Nirei just looked, somewhat conflicted and confused while Suo watched the spectacle with amusement -sipping his tea (when the hell did he do that?)

It was a lively day in Makochi

[psychophanticpervert]

Here is my ugly son, I love him a lot (thank u Niama ILY:333)

His name is Armilus and he was born in a cult as an idol figure which has given him insane megalomania problems and a god complex.

He thinks all the cult members are suckers :P

He has that "all humans are insects" mindset grindset so he psychologically torments people for fun because why not lmao??

Despite being a massive misanthrope he has Vibes around him which make people naturally gravitate towards him, and he already has a manipulative streak from his parents, which makes toying with people fun :) but like honestly if you're a perceptive person you can pretty easily tell he's kinda Off somehow

He says he doesn't have hobbies because he's good at everything he tries (<- jackass), but he likes art (draws detailed anatomical dissections of humans because he's just like that) and dancing <3

Pretty much all his composure goes out the window when he's around the person he likes; Athalia. Lia for short. She's the kind of person he's naturally drawn towards; quiet, apathetic, a pushover...literally mute, so it's harder for her to go against him... something about her makes his megalomania go into overdrive and he's obsessed with the idea of completely controlling her life, what she eats, who she speaks with, where she goes- but Athalia is so traumatized her brain is constantly in survival mode so while she just let's him do stuff to her if she doesn't feel like he's actively threatening her, she also doesn't really have any feelings towards him besides "he gives me food and fights people off for me" which drives him insane, because he wants her to be as obsessed with him as he is her, so in his want to control her life, she ends up controlling his :)

If he was a LI in DoL Lia would've been an orphan who was his last lover before dying and he'd use PC as a replacement; he'd micro manage all their behavior (spot-checking is inevitable) and it's literally impossible to max out his love because it arbitrarily goes down, if you go along with his behavior it reminds him of Lia (and that PC is not her) and if you're too defiant he'll just drop you </3

he pays more than Avery but that's because you have to see him way more often... if he wants you to leave class, you leave class, if he wants you to drop work, drop work. His other Stat is Disgust; if it maxes out he'll actually get rid of you. Permanently. ^_^

My head hurts like crazy so I can't think of anything else but yknow just ask if you want LMAO

[ghcstao3]

hi, hope you're well! so today I was thinking (bc ofc my brain's natural reaction is to lunge viciously for the hurt/comfort), what if the '09 game events still happened? Like, instead of AUs (where timelines branch off from a single event), it's a glitch in the timeline? So you have the '22 version of the 141 doing their thing, but they have nightmares & deja vu stemming from the '09 stuff. Cue (yes I'm shipping) SoapGhost where Ghost has all these bad feelings concerning Shepherd plus he has awful nightmares about burning & Soap's there to comfort him, but he's afraid that they're all losing it bc he keeps having similar dreams concerning how he dies--

i am well ty! hope u are as well!

anyway i tried my Best. however u may (will) have to pretend 22 141 doesnt know shepherd was part of the betrayal bc uhhh yeah👍🙂👍 also cw for kinda graphic desc of ghost’s nightmares

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Soap couldn’t pinpoint when the dreams started, or why, for that matter—but what he does know is that it’s pure and utter torment.

It’s a unique fear that festers in their wake, in cold sweat and heart palpitations. It’s spine-chilling in a way Soap has never experienced, because while he’s confident he’s looked death in the eyes on too many occasions, never has he actually died.

But his dreams, these dreams—they tell him otherwise. And he isn’t the only one, either.

Gaz and Price have started to look just as sleepless. And Ghost—Soap has never seen him so afraid. When, for the first time in weeks, Soap sees his face, it’s harrowed. Haunted.

There’s a sense of familiarity that’s brought along with Soap’s dreams; explosions, gunfire, dilapidated buildings and someone screaming his name. His brain supplies him with the knowledge that it’s Price, but it isn’t, not really. At least, not how he knows Price. He feels old wounds tearing open and a searing pain in his side as his body is drained of far too much blood, and Price—not his Price—is shaking him. Begging.

In the end, it just makes sense to Soap. To die in the field. But the dream is too visceral to feel anything but real, and he starts to wonder just when he’d begun to deserve these sorts of taunts.

Gaz says his own nightmares are blunt, but just as violent. As fiery. Price doesn’t say anything, but there’s a new sunken quality to the bags under his eyes, and he just looks at his team so different, with a tortured gaze and a regret so profound he doesn’t seem to understand it himself.

Finally, Soap thinks, their mental states have deteriorated beyond repair. Until, in his arms, Ghost is screaming his throat raw in his sleep, a wail only ever sounded by those trekking their way through hell. Soap’s heard it before, from others, in their final moments, but never from the living.

And that’s when Soap begins to understand that these aren’t just some dreams, but some distant reality he hopes to never face.

Soap gently coaxes Ghost from his slumber, cutting through nightmare and imagination and whatever horrible thing could have Ghost in such pain. His face wets with tears as he slowly wakes, clinging to Soap like a child might to their mother’s leg in an indescribable fear. Ghost has never seemed so small.

“It’s not just you,” Soap whispers. He presses a kiss to Ghost’s temple, pulls the man closer. “Tell me what happened.”

As Ghost gradually forces out the words Soap begins to feel sick, nauseated not only by their contents but by the knowledge that Ghost had just lived through it, but he never lets go. Never asks for Ghost to stop speaking, just listens. Listens even as something gnaws away at his gut, as bile climbs his throat.

Hot, Ghost says. It was hot. A bullet had been lodged somewhere in his body but it didn’t matter—it was hot. He’d claw off his skin to get rid of the heat if it weren’t already melting flesh from muscle, from bone. Clothes and gear meld with his corpse and he feels it all, feels the bubbling, smells the burning, senses the way parts of his body slough off into ash.

He’s reaching for someone, and there’s the itch of betrayal, and a voice in his ear that he knows, instinctually, is Price, but there isn’t anything more he can do than lie there and accept his fate as his fleeting thoughts pester him about everything he’d done wrong. About everything he could’ve done—should’ve done to save… to save—

“I know his name,” Ghost murmurs, “but I also don’t. And I—“

“Don’t dwell on it, Simon,” Soap advises. “Please.”

Ghost shakes his head against Soap’s shoulder. “I can’t just—it’s not something I can forget, Johnny. Not when it keeps happening.”

“But you can,” Soap pleads. A terrible sense of dread has befallen him, growing in intensity and insistence. Something isn’t right, but he doesn’t know if he wants to find out just what. “We all can.”

Ghost is silent a moment. Shifts somehow closer to Soap. Soap can hear him thinking.

“I don’t know if we should be trusting Shepherd,” he finally says.

Soap’s face pinches in a tight frown. It seems such a random topic for this hour, after such terror. “Why?”

Ghost shrugs. “Can’t explain it. Gut feeling. Could be wrong, but—“

“When are you ever?” It’s meant to be teasing, but Soap does trust Ghost’s judgement more than anyone, perhaps even more than his own. Ghost just nods and clings ever tighter until his breathing evens out and tense muscles go lax.

Soap can’t find it in himself to fall back asleep.

Instead, he begins to wonder just how true these nightmares hold. And he begins to question how exactly Shepherd may fit into all of it.

Unfortunately, though, he supposes, there’s only one way to find out.

[seriously-nobody]

So I've had this idea. Or theory? maybe headcanon thing? Rattling around in my skull since I watched HM 2023 for the first time. Mostly because it felt like a huge loose end, possibly for maybe another movie or series or piece of media in general. Spoilers under the cut. Go watch the movie.

Ok so we all know that the dream team banished Alistair at the end of the movie.

(hehe)

We don't know where he was banished to, all Harriet and Madame Leota say is it's a banishment (spell). So, he is somewhere, we just don't know where exactly.

It could be assumed that he's banished to the Region Beyond, but to me it's not likely because Harriet says, "when a soul passes and goes over into the Region Beyond, if it’s at peace, that’s where it stays." Taking that into consideration Alistair is most definitely not at peace so he ain't stayin' there. Harriet also makes the Region Beyond sound like "the good place" to go when u die so for them to banish him there just doesn't make sense to me.

This is the part where I might lose some of y'all if I haven't already, but I promise I'm trying to make sense.

What if that green pit is like one of the portals, we saw in the ghost realm in the mansion? So, Madame Leota and Harriet were opening a portal to the place he is banished to. Now we don't really see where Alistair goes, he just kinda flails around until the ground covers back up. But I have a theory of where he might have landed.

What if he landed back at his manor? But why? Because his head (or his skull rather) is still there. At least we are led to believe it's his skull because his hat was on it. It felt like such a loose end to do basically nothing with it. I get Travis not wanting to touch it mostly because it's a skull but also the spider. But for 1, to have Travis see it and say absolutely nothing about it whatsoever to anyone, and 2 to just leave it there and slowly pan out from it???? like cooommme oooonnn dude.

It's been bothering me for months now that nothing was done with it. I think the most plausible, real-life answer to this is that this was meant to be an opening for another movie or at least maybe that's what the people working on it wanted it to be. But I'm sure that Disney, the company, saw the movie as a flop and, from my perspective, I don't see them picking it back up for another movie unfortunately. But that's not to say that there isn't room for one! There definitely is, and the damn skull that's been messing with my brain for months is proof of it.

So do with this information (and my torment) what u will. If y'all have anything that debunks or supports my ramblings let me know, I've been thinking about this for a long time, so I'd love some fresh perspectives. Thanks for reading to the end!

[swordbreakerz]

I don't want to fix maul bc whatever's wrong w him is way more interesting but if I was smarter I could write an au where obi wan and maul get their souls knit together by the force in phantom menace and so instead of peacing out bc he thinks mauls dead, obi wan sneaks off to go find him bc he can FEEL him in his head and its driving him crazy and instead of mercy killing him he wildlife rehabs maul back to health. And this isn't a jedi au to be clear maul would still be an independent agent but it'd be a sort of fellow travelers situation where they meet up every so often and psychosexually torment each other and then fuck off for a couple more years (in this scenario the clone wars takes 10yrs bc my friend space is a genius and she's converted me to her headcanon). And like. I don't fuckin know what long term effects this would have on the narrative or how the story wld change which is why I'm not doing it myself but I sure enjoy rotating it. What if u and the guy who killed ur master who u almost killed got bound together on a spiritual and atomic level and u had to live with getting emotional pings in ur brain every now and then for the rest of ur life

[moyazaika]

oh, dear me. Have I ever told you that I'm a big fan of true crime?

I'm afraid you've opened a Pandora's box of boxes, my friend.

I am. CRAZY. (We could end it here) ABOUT PROSECUTOR DARLING AND THEIR FUCKED UP KINGPIN. Good golly gee I'm. yet I raise you another level of fuck-upery. What if you were the sole survivor of a terribly, horribly, oh-so-violent crime. This brutal, nightmare-fueling, gut-wrenching crime, committed by the complete and utter filth of the devil himself, that no one bothers to hear you out about. You spend every second of your life in fear, putting locks upon locks on all of your windows and doors, memorizing every single route out of town you could possibly imagine, hoarding supplies in case you ever need to run without warning. You go through hell and back, years of psychological torture, being slammed by the media, defense attorneys, other faceless, nameless voices who are convinced you must be lying about what you saw on that fateful night. And even physical violence. Hell, there's a sole survivor of this horrific crime who wants to conveniently point their finger at this supposed murderer? Nothing a good old fashioned beat-down can't fix. Your fixation on bringing justice to the crime you witnessed years ago has destroyed your life, it's made you hate with a burning passion extending towards the perpetrator, the world, yourself. But finally, FINALLY, after years of this torment… you put that man behind bars.

Yes. The man is behind bars, physically. He can't come and get you anymore. You don't have to sprint to your apartment door, hands shaking as you try to unlock it as quickly as possible. There's no one in the closet, no one at the window, nothing under your bed: You are safe. He's in jail. But you are still trapped with the conscious guilt, the unstoppable force that continues to eat away at your every waking moment; Why? Did the hours of interrogation footage not answer it? Did the most tense moments of that trial, or any of the trials before that, not live up to your wildest dreams of this wicked man's intentions? Is locking that psychopath up not satisfactory enough to fulfill the heavy hole in your heart, the one that still wants to look him in the eyes and ask; Why? Why do you still not feel any sort of closure? Where is the finality? Where is your justice? That's what drags you back to the bus station, back through the gates, down the road, past the double doors with the grumpy guards, right back down the hall to him.

He thinks you're a real character, actually. Dedicated, he likes that in a partner. Regardless, it's not like you could run from your guilt forever, right? One way or another, you'll trudge back to that dinky little prison cell, eyes downcast, feet dragging along the cold concrete, acting like you don't know why you're there. Again.

And he'll entertain that, happily. You've gone through all this trouble to put him away from life, maybe even to death, the least he can do is give you his full, undivided attention.

It doesn't matter what mood you enter in, somehow, you always work yourself up to this hysterical state. So while you recount the grisly details of what happened the night you lost everyone in your life, he can sit and smile and enjoy the view. Oh, you cry, you scream, you spill your tortured soul all over the unforgiving prison floor. Your rage can be felt from the other side of the glass, and it's delicious. He cherishes these little talks. He thinks he could keep himself behave for just a little longer if he could keep you around.

ayayayaya I’m sorry for the long ask/rant/brain vomit 😭 it’s late and I’m done with midterms so now I get to stare at a screen and go wooooooow goreeeee

on another note, how terrifying would it be to try to break up w Freddy Krueger and then have a never ending dream where he projects ur breakup texts over and over like WHERE DID WE GO WRONNGGGGG

the message u can’t leave on read 😭

or like you're just trying to get some sleep and Freddy's at ur window with a boombox like.

okay I’ll stop. Have you guessed who I am yet ;)

Ya it's me, I've been on another horror movie kick, but ALSO another true crime kick. It's pretty damn scary and I'm a bit too empathetic cuz. Serial killers r shit people and don't deserve any respect. So I've been into missing persons cases! Is that any better or nah 🤔

hope you're doin okay! Winter approaches us, are you ready for hot chocolate and candy canes 😋

sincerely,

-🕺🕺🕺

ohhhh god i’m sorry i’m responding so late nonnie i’m currently heading into midterms so. not fun. send. help. 😀😀!! oh also thank you !! i’m glad you like them both !! i loooove their dynamic so muchhh <3

ohh is this writing i see??? ok lemme read and come back :p

ok i’m back and yOOOO??? THIS IS INSANE. he thinks he could behave if only to keep you around longer???????? hello handsome 😅😅 i want him 😂😂😅 put me in the cell next to him i’ll show him the real punishment 😞

the dynamic you’ve created so well reminds me of nbc’s hannibal which i think your gay ass would love (affectionate) if u haven’t seen it already u should fr tho it’s got a lot of crime, psychology is a prevalent theme + banger dialogue and also i didn’t wanna mention it but like… fucking freaks at every corner bro 😭 trust me nonnie you’d LOVEE it 🙂‍↕️

i used to be into true crime as a teenager but i’ve distanced myself from it since i’ve grown older because it is so nuanced and just leaves a really bad taste on my mouth what with people treating it like entertainment. retelling the story of someone’s gruesome murder as you do your makeup or mukbang is fucking insane babes 😭😭😭😭😭

idk i just think it has the same sort of thing going on as straight people on booktok.

tldr i avoid both spaces like the plague 💔

oki that’s all from me since it is 1am and i have an early morning tomorrow [gunshot to the head] i hope you’re well lovely! and yeah, i know who you are just by the first two sentences of the ask EVERYTIMEE haha

australia heads into winter later than you guys do, so it’s still relatively warmer here even tho summers over. but yk what sucks?? we don’t get a white christmas cus we don’t have snow here WTF 💔💔💔💔

the aussie yearns for the snow……. (and for five minutes alone with this prisoner guy)

[persimminwrites]

HELLO HELLO you are right the venn diagram of arcane enjoyer and alnst fan is a circle

anyway. how we feeling after round 7(it was over a month ago but i am still reeling)

OMG HELLLOOOOO HIIIIII

i am feeling so very many emotions oh my gOD i just learned about alnst yesterday and now it has truly taken over my entire brain like AHHHHH I've already rewatched all of the videos 4 times ajsjsjs!!!! and round 7..... round 7 i -

i will put the rest of my thoughts below since it's a lot !!!!!!

im just going to make a list lmaoooo

TILLLLL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO TILLLLLLL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <- really no words can describe my agony rn. the way that he died in mizi's lap smiling and the cut between him looking down at a smiling mizi to him looking up at a crying mizi HOW FUCKIN DARE U VIVINOS !!!!!!!

ive only read back ~7 months of community posts on vivinos channel so i feel like im still learning about the lore of the show but from what ive gathered luka has already won alien stage once. so do contestants just compete infinitely? or could a winner "retire"? im so curious about why he re-entered unless he had no other choice

speaking of luka, on the edge of my seat about him facing hyuna at the end and them just staring at each other. again i don't know if i have the entire timeline straight in my head but i know the accident with hyuna's brother happened while she was still in the garden with luka. did she leave immediately after? is this really the first time they're seeing each other since. i wonder how much of luka's actions are just motivated by pure survival or if he's trying to find a way to see hyuna again? his face was so devoid of expression in his shock seeing her which i think is so interesting since most of the time he's on screen he has some emotion "pasted on" for show so i thought it was so impactful when his expression was "blank" when he was probably faced with a tidal wave of emotions at seeing her again

hyuna and mizi.... my queens.... what is to become of you...... WHY ARE YOU SPECIAL GUESTS

also the heist? operation? what info were they getting? maybe contestant locations? a database of the human "pets" locations??? what was the point. and why did it need to happen during the final round. also why did hyuna try to stop mizi from leaving initially? is it because she was hurt I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

ivan..... seeing you as a twisted memory in luka's face..... AAWHHHHHHHHGGHHHHHHHGGHH stab me in the fucking heart :'((((((

also my personal theory is that the huge screens with ivan on them weren't literally there but more a representation of how ivan's actions and his presence are looming over till. till was still reeling from what happened with mizi in round 6 (which btw most devastating thing that has ever happened to me is watching that video wtf) and then ivan who has been a constant by his side and someone whose actions seem to be endlessly confusing and incomprehensible to till (that's based on my interpretation of what ive seen and read) goes and does THAT in this essay i will -

in conclusion i am in pain and i am nowhere near gathering all of my thoughts on this. i am diving headfirst into fics for comfort and i have a need, an itch, to write something from ivan's perspective from the beginning through round 6 I'm really obsessed with him and his dynamic with sua, mizi and till LIKE AAHHHHHHHHHH

now i get to join everyone in the torment of waiting for what comes next and im so so SO very excited to see what's going to happen !!!!!!!

[lillyspeakz]

Okayyy I'm finally back

My favourite songs are definately Amazon standing lamp, i resonate too much with it. It really felt like there was no hope. The line "my girls the world she fucks my life" reminded me of how I feel, bc i really loved that person so much I would literally do anything for them to the point I'll forget what my life was all about bc i care too much about them, yet i don't give a damn about how my charecter was breaking bit by bit, through constant arguments day and night it was exhausting. "Hit me now before this gets too cute" is another line bc, with my partner it would either be extremely love bombing or extream torment to the point I'm being shamed for doing something not their way. "But your right there's so much shit inside my mind I must confess a second time, alot of friends have left my life", this bc they kept telling that the reason I get mad, or the way I don't act the way I do, is bc i" was not in my senses', a lot of friend s did leave my life bc i stopped interacting with them cuz according to them they were toxic...or whatever

Around the pomegranate is my top favourite bc i kinda felt the same way after it all ended. And the part where the extra music hits and Wilbur is screaming just makes me realise how much fucked up is "fucks up" really meant.

I also loved (and kinda hated) I don't think it will ever end.

The reason I love it is cuz this is how I talk to myself alot of the time, and the voices in the back of my brain always feel like they are making fun of me (yk just like how Wilbur is saying i get silly and the high pitch voices are kinda making fun of him). Yk when your partner constantly hates you/shames you/ makes you feel like your the bad guy, makes you think that you yourself are the bad guy, you start to believe it and in doing that you creat more self hatred towards yourself, that you don't even deserve. At the end of the song Wilbur quotes down, it just means that no one wanted to listen to what he has going on. And in personal experience the same thing happened to me. My problems my mental health never matters, it's always about them them them. When I feel down, they would take an example of themselves and be like yea but then i got better so, your not alone. Which ig is sweet but, it never really gives a solution to what i must do, nor does it give me a shoulder to cry on like they promised

The reason why I hate the song as well is bc OF FICKING BO BURNHAM!/j

Bo Burnham 2 songs "ATL" and " it'll stop any day now" this song is literally the baby blog these two other songs. Which i Actually thing is funny, and i don't really hate it that much as u expect. And ofcourse, Wilbur is a huge fan of bo Burnham I'm sure we all remember right?

Imm sending another ask after ending this one

^^^

Posting these so I can answer later, I’m can’t really speak