#buh buh ray

[rebelkelley0219]

[marcop0los]

more furry jjba for the soul

[aaronpullinteeth]

One of the most iconic promo images in wrestling

[neonstatic]

i need to fix my sleep schedule i can't keep sleeping round 4-5am i got work!!!! shit's killing meeee

[sdr2lovemail]

Could you write something about Sun and Moon being irritated/jealous that they can't kiss the reader (the maintenance worker one) with their mouths like a human can so the reader shows them about all the other ways to kiss? Like kissing Sun's hand up his arm to his cheek until he is giggling so loudly Vanessa thinks he's gone off his rocker, or gently kissing Moon's forehead all the way down to where his heart would be? Even better if the maintenance reader leaves behind little lipstick marks on their face for Monty and the gang to laugh about :D

Inspired by that one tumblr post about a guy walking out with a few lipstick kiss marks and then saying "you should see what they did to the other guy" in a stereotypical mobster voice before said other guy drunkenly walks out absolutely covered in lipstick marks, sfw of course I want Fluff I want Affection I want Lovey Dovey-ness if you think you could swing it, just the softest silliest thing you can write, and keep up the good work anywho :')

I have no mouth, and I must kiss. (GN Reader but they do wear lipstick) Synopsis: After a play full of heartbreak and tragedy, Sun realizes that he'll never be able to kiss you. You remedy the situation.

Notes: It's been almost 2 years since I've written a fnaf fic, I feel rusty. Help wanted 2 got me calling my old mans' numbers. That's a joke they never left my phone. Anon if you're still out there, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labors.

Requests are open!

Children are very persuasive. While you originally came to the daycare to fix a broken screen, you’ve ended up in a play. Decked out with a foam sword, you act as the story’s brave knight. Once you’ve slain the dragon, a kid wearing a Monty hood, your princess awaits.

“My dear knight! You saved me from the evil dragon!” Sun swoons. Instead of his waist frills, he’s worn a bright yellow skirt. Dangling from a few of his rays was a princess cap. The bells on his wrist jingle as he clasps his hands. “Is there any way I can repay you?”

You press a hand against your heart and bow your head. “There is no need, Princess. Protecting you is my sworn duty.” You’d say your acting wasn’t half bad for an underpaid maintenance worker.

“The princess has to kiss the knight!” A kid called from the audience.

Sun felt rigid like his joints were locking up. He hoped you couldn’t hear his fans kicking on as his body temperature rose. He would love to kiss you but wanted the moment to be perfect. “N-now friend, we don-”

“Mr. Sun can’t kiss them! He doesn’t have a mouth!” Another kid argued. Something about what they said made Sun feel weird.

“Yes, he does! It just can’t open.” 

Sun lets out a huff, turning to you. “They’re getting cranky. It must be snack time. I’ll pass them out quickly. That way, we can spend time together!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, eager for you to stick around.

Your fazwatch pings with an alert: a S.T.A.F.F. bot got stuck in Monty Golf. “Oh, sorry, Sun. I have another job to do. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Sun would be frowning if his faceplate could move. He quickly perks up and sets his hands on your shoulders. “Right! Right, right, right, you have a job. Responsibilities! I’ll- I’ll see you at closing. Buh-bye, friend!” The jester waves you goodbye before sighing, hurrying to pass out snacks before someone throws a tantrum.

The rest of your day goes as smoothly as working as the Pizza Plex could be. It was after closing time, and you were doing your final tasks. The glamrocks were in their rooms, the S.T.A.F.F bots were on their set paths, and nothing on the floor needed fixing. The last place you needed to check on was the daycare. 

Walking through the big wooden doors, Sun is nowhere to be seen. You call his name, followed by Moon’s, but still nothing. Shrugging it off, you make your rounds, checking everything is in place. During the sweep, you could hear muffled words from a storage closet.

“Do you think they’ve kissed anyone, Moon? We can’t do that…” That was the unmistakable voice of Sun. “I wonder what it would be like. Hmph, even the glamrocks can move their mouths…” He grumbles.

When you open the door, Sun jumps like he’s been shocked. He scrambled to stand up. “Ah! Oh, hi! You’re here early!”

“It’s almost eleven. I’ve been here for almost thirty minutes.” You say, checking your watch. “What were you talking about?”

“Would you believe me if I said nothing?” The daycare attendant tilts his head, his faceplate spinning a bit.

“No, I would not.”

Sun sighs as he sits back on the closet floor, his legs crisscrossed and his hands holding his face. Taking a seat next to him, you ask him what’s wrong.

“I was just thinking about some stuff after our play. Moon and I can’t kiss you!” He flops over dramatically as if he’d heard tragic news. “Our face is stuck in this stupid smile!” He tugs on one of his rays, angry at his lack of facial mobility.

“Hey, I don’t mind that you guys can’t kiss me. There’s more to a relationship than that. Besides, there are other ways to kiss.”

This breaks him out of his kissless stupor. “There are? Tell me, tell me!” Sun practically shakes where he sits. “Better yet, show me!” He opens his arms wide, inviting you to do as you please.

Taking one of his large hands in your own, you place a kiss on the back of his hand, leaving a lipstick mark on the shiny plastic. While he didn’t have pupils, you could feel Sun’s eyes burning into you. He didn’t want to miss a single second!

The touch sensors in his arms and hands weren’t that sensitive. Kids sure did like to scratch, kick, and bite. But even so, he could still feel your lips pressing fluttering kisses to his casing. Laughter bubbled up in his voice box. 

Kiss after kiss lined Sun’s arm. Even if it left stains, this is one mess he could let slide. You took his other arm in your hands, mimicking your previous affections. Kissing back up his arms, you reach his faceplate. Sun’s giggling gets louder as your lips kiss the hard surface of his cheeks.

“Hey, your shift’s almost over. Get ready to clock out.” Vanessa’s voice rings from your watch. 

When you pull away to answer, Sun tries to follow your lips. “Alright, I’ll be at the office in a moment.” Sun lets out another round of laughter.

“Oh, you’re with him… Your pay gets docked when you stay overtime, you know. Make sure to leave before the shutters close.” With that last sentence, Vanessa cuts off her line.

With excited, shaking hands, Sun brings your face closer to his. “Keep kissing me! Please, please, please!” His begging is cut short as he listens to Moon say something. “Awww, but I’m not done!” Sun still gets up to turn the lights off, moping the whole way there.

Bright red optics suddenly appear in front of your eyes. The lights glow against your skin. Moon clicks a flashlight on, making his faceplate look more menacing than he probably intended. “You weren’t thinking about leaving, were you? Not when you haven’t given me the same attention Sun got, right?” 

“Oh, of course not, Moon!” Cupping his face in your hands, you leave a kiss mark on his forehead.

You bring your trail of kisses down to his nose, trailing along the curve, up to the corner of his eye. Moon lets out that raspy laugh of his. He tugs you closer, craving the warmth of your skin against the cold of his plastic.

He watched as you kissed down his face and neared his chest. “Sun was whining all day, worrying over us not being able to kiss you.” Moon snickered. “He was fretting over nothing, as usual. But I must admit, he’s right about some things.” 

His ‘breath’ hitched as he watched you kiss right where his heart would be. The fans in his chest cavity kicked into overdrive as they tried to cool his circuits, trying their best not to overheat. “Kissing you would be a dream.” 

Letting out a laugh of your own, you press another soft kiss on Moon’s chest. “I guess I’ll have to do the kissing for all three of us.” Punctuating your sappy sentence, you kiss their sculpted-on smile. An audible puff of air leaves the daycare attendant’s chassis.

 “Attention Pizza Plex Guests and Staff. The Pizza Plex’s doors will close in ten minutes.” An automated voice rang over the building’s speakers.

More alert than before, you get up from the closet door. “I gotta go!” You were not trying to spend the night here. “Bye, Moon. Bye, Sun. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to wash that lipstick off!”

They weren’t really listening, absolutely high on kisses. For a few hours, they simply rest in the daycare’s storage closet, gushing to each other about you. Well, more Sun than Moon.

Once it was time for Moon to do his rounds around the Pizza Plex, he’d forgotten about the lipstick covering his exoskeleton. It wasn’t until Monty knocked on the glass of his room.

“You having a good night, Moon?” It was like the smirk in Monty’s voice was audible from his voicebox. “Seems like you had a lot of fun.”

Seeing his reflection in the glass, Moon lets out a growl. How could he forget to wash off all this lipstick? “Not a word of this to anyone.” Moon scratched his fingers down the window, leaving marks behind. He turns tail to head back to the daycare and wash the stains off of himself.

Unknowing to the lunar animatronic, Monty had already sent a message to all the other bots.

[hellosonganimated]

Say "hello" to the final result of the Hello Song Animated project! 🗯

Several dozen amazing Animaniacs fans collaborated on this project to celebrate a song that never made it to the show. We hope you love it. Check it out and pass it around!

If you wanna check out each artist, we made a detailed credits with social media links: CHECK IT HERE!

Okay, we love you, buh-bye!

- Project storyboarders/mods Max, Greta, and Ray

[glazedsnail]

Who wants to read Shane Girldadding?

I know you do.

Spring and Swing

A work I wrote while taking a bath. @whatdoidosatoru said the words "Jas wants to go on the playground but it's broken cause Lewis is an ass so Shane repairs it" or something close to that and it clicked. Cause of course he would do that for Jas.

The shy first rays of sunshine peek in the horizon. The melting snow slowly drips down the carrying trees and other rooftops, relieving themselves off their wintery burdens.

Today is the first day of Spring in Pelican Town. People, plants, and animals alike finally exhale the breath they were holding all winter. Routine prevails, as people are lucky enough not to need hibernation. Lucky indeed.

As the sun starts its journey to its highest point, breakfasts and coffees are being served. Quiet abode wake up at the rhythm of their rested bodies, bathing in a blissful comforting silence.

Unless you're at the ranch.

'I said: do you want eggs this morning?'

'Can I go outside now?'

'Buh.'

The three human residents manage to make the cattle and poultry think the for ever known ''What the heck are the neighbors up to.'' It's when you're noisier than a herd of dairy cows that you're grateful to live outside of town. At least the neighbors are.

'I wanna go outside!'

'You came home late again, is that it?'

'Aunt Marnie, can I please go outside?'

'I'm talking to your uncle, sweetheart.' Marnie answers cheerfully. 'Trying to, anyway.'

'But, I've finished my milk. I've finished my eggs. I want to go out and plllayyyy!!' The little girl tugs at her aunt's dress.

'For Yoba's sake Jas, since when do you need me to go outside?'

'I�� I wanna go on the swing…' Jas' shyly says, twisting her fingers.

'The swing? On the playground? That's too far. Sorry but unless someone accompanies you'

'Uncle Shane could!'

Marnie scoffs, raising her chin at her half-asleep nephew whose own chin is about to fall on his breakfast plate. She opens her mouth, but, upon looking at the little girl shining eyes, she swallows her bile and grief, and offers her a smile. 'I'm sure he'll be happy to.' She says. 'Once you're freshen up and ready, he'll take you to the playground, ok?'

Jas nods with a muffled squeal. She's not been at the playground for so long! Miss Penny would sometimes bring them, her and Vincent, but the winter had been so harsh they would barely make it outside. Quickly hugging her aunt, she disappears in her bedroom.

'Shane, did you hear all that. Shane. Shane!'

'What?' The gruff man finally jumps out of his semi-slumber. Wiping his face with his hands he groans. 'What?' He repeats.

'You're taking Jas to the playground this morning.' She raises a finger to his slowly opening mouth. 'You are. No excuses. First day of Spring, you know what it means?' He raises an eyebrow, looking confused with his glazed eyes. Marnie sighs. 'Rebirth, Shane, renewal. You know? Making resolutions and all?'

Shane laughs. 'Sure.' He stretches, pushing his plate away, his bones cracking shamelessly.

'I'm ready!' The two adults turn to the gleeful voice. Jas skips toward Shane. 'Are we going?'

With an umpteenth groan, he looks at his aunt, quite ready to let her know it'd be a mistake to let his hangover ass take the kid out. But Jas grabs his hand, pulling softly toward the door.

'Let's go, uncle Shane.' She says with a big smile.

'This is a f…flying mess.' Shane remarks.

The small playground wasn't any sort of jewel on Pelican Town's fist, but the harsh winter had made a number out of it. The one slide had fallen on its side, bearing its rusted and broken bolts. One of the swing from the set had a broken chain, and the other was missing its seat which probably flew away up the mountain or into the lake. A fortnight of heavy snow and wind couldn't have caused this if it was at all a maintained park.

The only thing left was the springy ride. But its…unnatural features were scaring Jas at the best of times. Shane felt the squeeze of her little hand in his. He crouches to her level. 'Listen kiddo, I think we'll have to give the playground a miss today.'

'But I… I want to swing…'

'I know, little chicken, but look, the swings are only chains.' He sees her lower lip tremble, the creases on her chin. 'Oh boy. Jas. Listen. We can…Go to the beach? Would you like that? You like the tide pools right?'

Tears gathered in her big eyes start to fall. 'I want to swing.' She looks down, trying not to let her shoulders shake, keeping her sobs quiet.

'Sorry but there's nothing we can do.' Shane tries to wipe the tears with his thumb, struggling to remain crouched down to Jas' level, his knees screaming at him.

'You always say that.' Jas sniffles, turning her head away from Shane's hand.

'What?'

'You always say there's nothing you can do.' She says, raising her voice. 'But you never try anything.' After another sniffle, she wipes her face with her sleeve, looking away. 'Aunt Marnie says so too. And I…I need to swing today…'.

Shane felt the blow of his goddaughter's words, incapable of even blinking, his knees now pleading for him to stand up. He clears his throat, tries to open his mouth, clears his throat again. But he has nothing to say. He finally stands back up, grunting at the pain shooting down his legs. Why would he have anything to say. She was right. Painfully so.

'Look, er, Jas. You don't need to swing today, right?' She ignores him, slowly walking toward the bench, only thing intact apart from the terrifying…horse…duck? Shane sighs, watching her slouching herself on the wood. She doesn't need to swing today. But tomorrow the swings will still be broken. And, he would still be a piece of shit. He inhales sharply, taking in the crisp new spring air. 'Can you do me a favor and stay there, little chicken?' Jas slowly nods, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

Wrapping herself in her coat, Jas starts shaking. The bright morning sun is now covered by the white cotton clouds the soft wind was slowly bringing. She looks down at her feet, dangling from the bench. A clanking sound followed by a grunt takes her out of her mind. Kneeling on the sand, Shane is spreading tools around him.

'Uncle Shane?' She jumps down the bench to reach him. 'What are you'

'Can you hold this for me.' He cuts, handing her a pair of pliers. He then pulls out a sheet of boiled leather, and several nails.

'Uncle Shane?' She repeats, the heavy pliers in her hands. 'What's all this?'

He rolls his sleeves and stands back up, a smile on his face. 'Ok then!' He says, clapping his hand in anticipation.

Slowly, he lets Jas observe, hold the tools, hand the nails, tell him not to swear when one of the metal ring pinches his finger. And slowly, the added rings and support look like a swing again. 'You wanna do the other one?' Shane asks Jas, beaming. She quickly nods, bouncing in place.

'This one has no seat!'

With a triumphant "Ha-ha!" Shane pulls out the sheet of boiled leather. 'The weird old man near the lake had some leather lying around.' He says. 'Ah, don't tell anyone I called him "weird old man".' He quickly adds. Jas giggles, tracing her lips with her fingers.

Meticulously, he shows her how to pierce the thick material. He helps her handle the pliers to bend the metal, adding them to the chain to link the new seat, and the second swing is done too.

'There!' Shane looks at the two mended swings, proudly standing in front of the set. 'You wanna give it a try?'

'Will you swing with me?'

'I, ah, I'm not sure about that kiddo. You don't want me to push you?'

Jas seems to ponder, and shrugs. She'll get to swing after all. Shane helps her sit on the refurbished swing, making sure it's strong enough, and starts pushing. The little girl instantly starts giggling, asking him to go higher. He obliges, laughing too.

After a while, slowing down the swing, Jas jumps down. Finding her balance, she runs to her uncle who receives her in his arms. 'Thank you.' She says, a big smile showing her missing teeth.

'No sweat, little chicken.' Shane hugs her back. 'Happy you got to swing today?' Jas nods. 'Why did it need to be today?'

'Miss Penny read us a book that said that, on the first day of Spring, you could make a wish. But it needs to be whispered in the sky.' She twists her fingers, struggling to recount the words. 'It's also meant to make your family happy for the year coming.' She adds, playing with her foot in the sand. 'Wanted to make sure you…were going to be happy this year.'

The pinch in Shane's heart almost makes him stumble. He blinks tears away, and crouches down to hug his goddaughter properly. 'Well, thank you.' He whispers. He holds her at arm length, looking at her smile. 'D'you wanna swing a bit more? I have a wish to make.'

[annaizscribbling]

Pt 3 of The Farmer being not quite human. Shane edition

(Pt 1)

Shane remembered the first time he learned to fear the farmer.

Don’t get him wrong, he likes the farmer, she’s a good friend of his. She was there at his lowest point, patient and calm when he was anything but. Shane cared deeply for her, she helped change his life, lots of people’s lives. She was one of his closest friends, a confidant for a time, and an encouragement to get better. She was a godsend.

But he was also terrified of her, and for good reason. Reason nobody else in this damn town seems to understand, but good reason.

She had only been in town a few months at that point. Shane met her a handful of times, scaring her off with mostly bark and not much bite, though she always came back to greet him eventually.

He was drunk at the time, which he usually was then, so it wasn’t anything special. He was not blackout drunk, but he was certainly more than just a little tipsy. He had to work in the morning, which made him miserable, so he drank, which meant he would wake up hungover, which would make work miserable, so he’d drink more the evening after, and so on.

Instead of heading straight home, he went for a clumsy walk. Shane couldn’t handle the idea of going back to his room, which was feeling more and more like a prison of his own making. He staggered past Pierre’s and toward the broken-down community center, clumsily finding the old stone bench in the overgrown garden attached to the center.

Shane looked up at the sky, trying to lose himself in the vastness of the stars stretching out forever. Buh. As much as he hated the valley, he did like being able to see the stars from there. Staring up at so many stars, it made Shane feel small and insignificant, which was almost comforting. The heavens didn’t give a shit about him, neither did he. They had that in common. There wasn’t any side eyes and disappointment to be found in the stars. The valley had good stars. Zuzu city had too much light pollution for that.

Even footsteps slowly approached from the path that led into the mountains. Shane drowsily craned his neck to catch a glimpse.

What he found, he did not like.

A low light was moving down the path, not a streetlight or a lamp, but like a moving ray of light from a setting sun. An illuminated figure moved in the center of the light, always in the middle of the glow, like a ghost or a vengeful spirit. Shane rubbed his eyes, trying to sober up enough to comprehend what he was seeing. He never believed in magic, or spirits, or anything science hadn’t given the stamp of approval. He prayed to Yoba that it was just the alcohol, and that he was dreaming it all up.

Instead, dark hair and suntanned skin began to take shape in Shane’s eyes.

The farmer.

She wasn’t tall compared to most of the villages, Shane included, but gazing at her then, she looked startlingly imposing. The farmer was holding an old sword in one hand, the cruel sharp edge glinting the light she was somehow emitting. It was covered in splashes of slime and what could only be blood. Her dark hair was immaculate, but her clothes were ripped and shredded, revealing more of her toned body. He didn’t remember her looking remotely strong when she first moved to town, but now? now she looked powerful, ruthless, inhuman. Her thick work boots were coated in gunk and dirt. A closer look at her as she approached revealed to Shane that her skin was glossy, not like sweat but like slime. She walked like there wasn’t an earthly force that could so much as hinder her.

Shane stared, petrified.

Not once did she so much as glance in his direction, she just kept walking, heavy footsteps sounding to an assertive beat.

Then just as Shane thought he was clear, she turned to look directly at him, making him jolt in surprise.

She walked over, the light still following her like a fog trying to cling to her. The light made her brown eyes glow like pools of honey with the sun behind them. To Shane, it felt like a wild animal watching his car headlights from the thrush. The farmer stared at him in silence for a few moments, making Shane feel like a curious riddle being pondered over. It made the hairs on his arms stand up.

Shane was still seated, she was standing over him, studying him with unreadable eyes. It was the longest few seconds of his entire life, staring at her. Up close he could see the monster blood staining her skin and clothing, she must have been in the mines. Nobody goes to the mines, at least never far down enough to come back looking like that. The sword was more intimidating up close, its serrated edge caught with pieces of gummy flesh and black dust. She could kill him. She could probably kill anything in the valley.

The farmer tilted her head slightly. “Hello,” she said in a soft voice.

He felt his hackles rise before he could have the sense to stop himself. “Why are you bothering me? I want to be alone,” he snapped, scowling up at her, as if he could possibly scare her off.

A beat of silence passed before she sat on the bench beside him, which Shane shot her a withering glare for. She pulled her backpack into her lap and began to rummage, taking out what Shane was almost positive was a fistful of diamonds and setting them aside. After another precious gem of some sort, she found the bottom of her bag and pulled out an uncovered plate of pepper poppers, still fresh and somehow even steaming slightly.

Shane looked at the food then back at her, “Uh, how—”

She cut him off by pushing the plate toward him, jutting her chin out as if to encourage him into taking it. As she did so, Shane found the source of the light in the form of a blinding gold ring she was wearing, which was somehow a flashlight?

Shane squinted at it.

The farmer was still holding out the food.

“Oh. Um … for me?” Shane asked dumbly, obviously they were for him. Yoba, he was too drunk for this.

She nodded, almost smiling.

Slowly, he took the plate of perfect pepper poppers, eyeing her suspiciously over the salivating smell. Cautiously, Shane took one and bit into it. It was delicious. Perfect, even. Hot, cheesy, spicy, fresh. What the hell.

Slightly manically, he laughed. Maybe it was the beer talking. Maybe he was finally losing his mind. But the pepper poppers sure looked real, and so did the farmer. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“These are my favorite. How?” Shane said, shaking his head, staring at the plate of food.

The farmer rubbed was was presumably (and very hopefully) monster blood from her arm. “I heard you liked them.”

Shane blinked. “Is Marnie going around talking about me? I hate when she does that, buh. What has she been saying?”

“No,” the farmer said quietly, calmly. “Not her.”

“Oh. Then who told you?”

The farmer stared up at the sky instead of looking at Shane. She looked peaceful, ethereal, and terrifying. She looked down at her sword, which she had propped against the bench. “I killed a ghost. The ghost dropped a note. It told me what gifts you would like, so I listened.”

Shane stared at her in silent horror for what was at least two full minutes.

“Goodnight,” the farmer said after awhile of stargazing. She stood, gathered her gemstones and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She retrieved her sword and began to trek back to her farm. It was nearly 1:30AM.

Shane never quite saw her like he did the rest of the town after that. He questioned himself over it for two years now, wondering if it really happened just like that, but every time he began to doubt himself, she’d do something just strange enough to remind him.

She’d turn around, knowing exactly where he is despite her back being to him, and Shane standing 20 feet away. She’d lug massive, intricate artifacts to the museum that she seemed to know a little too much about. He’d see her trekking up to the old, abandoned tower on the edge of Cindersap forest, carrying strange gifts of some sort. He’ll visit her and Sebastian at the farm and take note of the strange plants, the old statues and souvenirs, the unnatural animals.

Shane loved the farmer, but he was smart enough to fear her too.

[askbillchiper]

[GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!!

TOMORROW I HAVE SCHOOL, SO I'M SORRY BUT I'M GONNA HAVE TO BE AWAY FOR QUITE A BIT OF TIME DURING THE DAY

SORRY IF YOUR ASK ISN'T ANSWERED RIGHT AWAY]-mod

OKAY, EVERYONE

I'M GONNA GO RUN AROUND FIDDLEFUCK'S LAB FOR THE DEATH RAY GUN THING.

BUH-BYE.

[ask-enoshima]

☆INTRO☆

"Hyaaaahaha! Me! Junko fucking Enoshima!"

HEY HEY HEY!! it's me, YA GIRL, JUNKOOO!!!

Since I'm basically already a sensation with my fashion I figured I would give the peeps what they want and join tumblr >;3

Obvs I HAVE to find the rest of my classmates!! So give me a shout if ya know where they are!!! >:P

OH! idc about pronouns BTW!!! I'm everything and anything! Most ppl use she but I do like mixing it up for a bit flare yk!?

Anywaysss THATS ALL! BUH BYE!!

Divider by: sisterlucifergraphics

Graphics by: lavendergalactic

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#mod srs : obvs for serious convos with mod

#junko lore drop : anything junko lore related (hoping to do some lore related stuff!!)

#junko hc : headcannons for junko

#junko replies : junko replying to other blogs

#anon : junko replying to anons

#mod junko : anything ooc that's junko related (such as cosplays, art, etc)

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OUR GROUP (as far as I know, lemme know if u want me to add or get rid of someone!!)

🍀: Makoto (@the-ultimate-hope-naegi)

💰: Byakuya (@ask-the-byakuya-togami)

🌊: Aoi (@aoi-asahina-rp)

🎵: Sayaka (@p0ps3ns4t10n)

⚾️: Leon (@ask-leon-kuwataa)

👾: Chihiro (@ask-chihiro-fujisaki14-roleplay)

✍️: Hifumi (@the-alpha-and-the-omega-fanfics)

🎲: Celestia(@queenofliars-inanotherlife)

🗡: Mukuro (@wolfbxtten)

🎀: Junko (me)

📖: Kiyotaka (@moral-compass-kiyotakaka)

✂️: Toko (@fukawas-words)

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OOC: hihi!! I'm the mod! I'm pretty new to danganronpa so if I get one of Junkos interactions wrong please tell me!!

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Though I do use different pronouns while rping as Junko I do prefer he/ray!!

If you'd like a certain ask to go JUST to me then just say it's for mod!! :3

Dont be afraid to ask if you have any questions!

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[marcop0los]

furry GyJo..... furry GyJo.....

furry GyJo<33

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Twisted Love - Ana Huang Review

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➺ IT’S ME AGAINN (you hear that? Crickets..) 

This time I'm coming at you all with a JUICY review of the last book I read.

Twisted Love - Ana Huang

FIRST OF ALL. Let me say I love Ana Huang even more when I realized she has a page in her book AND on her website dedicated to the playlists she made for her books. STOP. I will literally buy any book as long as it has a dedicated playlist. I’m so serious. (Butcher and Blackbird I'm looking at you) 

This book had me cycling through every emotion you are capable of experiencing, and then some. Character development? Chefs kiss. Storyline? Immaculate. SPICE?? Don’t even play with me.

Let’s begin:

“Love. Deep abiding unconditional love. You want it so much you're willing to live for it. You want it so much you'd say yes to anything. Believe anyone. One more favor, one more kind gesture…and maybe, just maybe, they'll give you the love you want so desperately you’d whore yourself out for it” -Alex Volkov.

❥ Overall Story: When our FMC (Ava Chen)’s overly-protective brother decides to pack up and leave for Central America for a year, He asks his best friend Alex Volkov (MMC) to watch over his little sister. Neither party is too happy about this arrangement but Alex begrudgingly agrees. He shortly after moves into Josh’s house while he is away, which just so happens to be the next-door neighbor to Ava. (coincidence? I THINK NOT!) 

Meanwhile, Ava is haunted by her past that she can’t quite remember while Alex remembers his all too well. Driven by revenge from a past family tragedy, Alex spends his time trying to take down the man that caused it, all while “watching over” his best friend's little sister. (BROTHERS BEST FRIEND TROPE AHHH) 

“You are the light to my dark, Sunshine. Without you, I’m lost.”  -Alex Volkov.

❥ Character Analysis: 

➺ Ava: Despite all the challenges Ava, our FMC, has faced, she never lets it dull her shine, and she still chooses to see the good in everything and everyone around her. You cannot help but fall in love with her kind soul and the depth of her character development was so well done that I really felt connected to her thoughts and emotions. She is such a badass FMC and I loved being a part of her self-love journey throughout the book. Her entire story is both tragic and empowering and has definitely left a lasting impression on me as a reader.

➺ Alex: Alright, everyone, buckle up for this one. By now It’s pretty well known that our MMC is a grumpy, possessive, and intimidating character (and may I add, possibly the biggest red flag I've encountered to date) He is your typical egotistical, wealthy CEO, and throughout the book, you learn a lot about his past and why he is the way he is. Let me just clarify, If a real man treated me the way Alex treats our ray of sunshine, Ava, most of the time, he'd find himself immediately blocked—buh-bye!

Alex does reveal a softer side for her, and that's exactly why I found myself drawn to him in this story. It's a classic case of 'he-hates-everyone-but-has-a-soft-spot-for-her,' and I'm here for it. 

“If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.” -Alex Volkov.

❥ Romance: The tension portrayed in this book was immaculate and had me crying, screaming, throwing up, etc. It was a total rollercoaster of emotions, with every turn leaving me eagerly anticipating the moment they would finally make a move!! Their chemistry was undeniable and it took every ounce of self-control in me to not annotate literally every line of the book. 

Now be warned if you don't already know this is a very spicy romance novel so although there were only two or three intimate scenes they were vividly detailed and definitely didn't leave anything to the imagination!

Something I greatly admired about this book was that the entire story didn't solely rely on the spice. It was definitely there and added to the story but the real plot was so intriguing and I was constantly sucked in by all the twists, turns, and action happening throughout.

I'm definitely hooked on this series and eager to explore the perspectives of the other characters and delve into their own stories.  

“But secretly winter fascinates you, it's everything you fear and for that you love it. Because the fear makes you feel alive.” - Alex Volkov

Next up…Twisted Games (I fear Rhys is gonna join my ever-expanding book boyfriend list real quick)

❥ More Quotes:

 Ava: “Alex the piece costs $40,000”

Alex: “Really? Shit.”

Ava: “I'm sure we can-”

Alex: “I thought it was expensive”

Ava: “Do you ever smile? It might help with your condition”

Alex: “What condition?”Ava: “StickUpTheAssitis”

Alex: “No. The condition is chronic.”

Ava: “Alex…”

Alex: “Yes, Sunshine?”

Ava: “Kiss me.”

❥ Playlist:  Credit to Ana Huang

➺ https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yuOEzi88vKDskX8fVma8d?si=de0b43b6606b46e5

❥ Moodboard/Fanart:

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How do you pronounce the name of your CaelOS ocs?

for aster it's just like their namesakes are pronounced! the wikipedia pages have pronunciation guides. Urs is like how you'd say Ursa Major but drop the "a"

IPA can be a bit difficult though, so this is the closest i can give you to spelling those out:

Rigel - RAI-jel

Vega - VEE-gah or VEI-gah

Aldebaran - AL-deh-buh-ran (kinda what you see is what you get kinda pronunciation)

Urs - OO-rs or IR-s (IR as in "girl". the latter is how wikipedia lists it. im not too sure how to spell it out? and the former is how i actually tend to say it)

and Aster is just AH-ster, like the flower or given name