#but none of them look good or fluid. idk how to fix it. oh well.

[24hrsoda]

i struggled so much with this sketch but i NEEDED to draw ra’s and baby talia

[hoeneypirate]

Rule breakerS, plural.

Hinawa x fem reader smut

Part one here

MINORS DNI. MINORS GO AWAY. 18+ ONLY

Warning: sex in the file room. Little bit of punishment, Spanking, oral(hinawa), use of sir and many fem pet names like princess and baby girl. Idk what else to put

the click of the lock makes you squeeze your thighs in anticipation

“Making me break the rules with you” he says as he slowly walks toward you, your lips twitch up in a small grin as he takes the stack from your hands.

“Oh but I can’t make my Lieutenant do anything” you say and his hand rises to gently rest against your neck ��you’re right. I want to do this” he says, thumb brushing across your pulse point before moving to the back of your neck and pulling you forward to kiss you, mouth hungry against yours as his tongue slips into your mouth without resistance.

You whimper softly and he pulls back with a smirk “you should be punished pretty girl” he says into your ear and you whimper and grip his biceps

He kisses your neck then moved to your other ear “but my pretty girl wanted to be punished didn’t she?” Your knees shake as you whimper, your slick pooling between your legs drenching your panties as you bite your lip and look up into his eyes.

He frowns slightly and uses the hand buried in your hair to pull your head back as he kisses and nips at your collarbone just blow your shirt line, leaving an array of marks that you’ll be able to hide if you button up your shirt.

He pulls your hair a little harder, not enough to hurt just to add a little pressure, you gasp and he chuckles softly before whispering his demand into your ear “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You gasp out “yes I was looking forward to your punishment Sir!” You say and he chuckles again, releasing your hair and then leaning down to press and gentle kiss to your lips “that’s my girl” he whispers then unbuttons your shirt, slowly untying the sleeves of your jumpsuit and letting it fall off your hips. Your breaths came in pants, skin hot as he kissed your neck again, licking and sucking softly as his fingers slip down to run a finger across your clothed cunt, finding his fingers sticky with your slick that’s drenched them already

“My naughty girl” he growls into your ear and you whimper, hands squeezing his biceps

“Hinawa” you whine and he chuckles into your skin before pulling back, pupils blown and glasses smudged.

“You’re so needy already, What happened to my naughty princess? My strong dominant tease?” You groan and pull yourself together clearing your throat as you turn your head away from him, brattiness coming out ten fold “I should finish my work” you say, voice just slightly trembling.

He laughs and then steps back “if that’s what you.. really want” he says as he unzips his jumpsuit all the way, pushing down his boxers so his hard cock can spring free and he takes it into his hand as he pushes up his white undershirt to his neck “by all means, Princess, go back to work” his voice was deep and your eyes were glued to the way he called your bluff, hand languidly moving up and down his length that never failed to impress you.

Your mouth filled with saliva and when you looked back up to his face he’s smirking

“Well?” He asks, voice demanding and it has you practically jumping into action, falling to your knees and tying up your hair before placing your hands in your lap and opening your mouth, tongue rolling out just how he likes to see you

“There’s my good girl” he praises and you feel your walls drip more desire into your panties as you clench, desperate all day for friction.

“Go ahead” he says and lets his cock go, heavy enough to dip down towards your mouth already and you’re whimpering as you take him into your mouth, moaning at his salty taste. “Fuck” he says as your head bobs on his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat as your hands massage his heavy balls. You close your eyes and focus on breathing as you take him as deep as you can and swallow around him causing his head to fall back and his hand to caress your cheek

“So good to me baby” he moans out, hand soft against your skin as he starts to rock into your mouth at a slow pace, knowing how weak your gag reflex can be he never wants to push you, waiting for your sign against his thighs if it was too much but you don’t, you moan and change up your pace on his balls to match how he’s fucking your throat.

You shift on your knees and whine, desperate for more friction, he chuckles and then pulls out of your mouth, holding your chin “keep your tongue out” he says and you obey, moaning as he rubs the head of his cock against your tongue, slobber and pre cum dripping down your chin

“Maybe I should reward you now for being such a good princess for me” you nod your head and he laughs again, helping you to your feet before turning you around and pushing you against one of the filing cabinets

Your knees are still shaking as he runs a hand down your backside “but I know how bad you like to be punished” he growls into your ear and then lands a hard slap against your left side. You gasp and then moan, gripping the edge of the cabinet and sticking your ass out farther “but maybe” he says, another slap landing on the other side “a better punishment would be none at all”

You groan, all that work for nothing really would be the worst punishment. He laughs “good thing I love you” he growls and then pushes down your jumpsuit and panties to your ankles and landing three quick slaps to your bare left cheek.

You moan, burying your face into your arm as he counts out slaps, hand soothing the red marks after each one, smirking when he sees you dripping, glistening down your inner thighs. When he gets to 13 he leans down and kisses one of the marks, sliding his fingers through your slick before sinking two fingers to the last knuckle.

“Yes!” You gasp out and he pushes up your shirt to kiss down your spine “you took your punishment so well love” he says, fingers slowly pumping in and out “should I give you your reward now?” You moan “please. Please, please baby. Please sir!”

He sinks his clock to the hilt in one fluid motion, a beautiful stretch that makes you gasp and then melt into a moan as he starts to pound into you, his head falling back at the way you clench around him “so tight” he whispers and you bite your knuckle to contain your moans

A hard slap to your right ass cheek has you gasping “none of that. Let me hear you” he says and you nod with a wobbly head “yes sir! Yes sir!” He chuckles and his hands start to knead at your hips as he ups his speed, slamming his hips into yours roughly, whines and moans falling from your lips as you let go, letting him have it all.

“Yesss that’s my good girl” he says as you tighten around him, your coil tightening as your voice coming out in higher pitches

The whole day of teasing him, of hoping for this, had kept you on edge that your release was quicker than usual “Please can I cum sir?” You ask looking back and meeting his eye

He’s smiling softly and combined with his rough pace you’re clenching around him tight and he grunts “cum for me pretty girl” he commands and you cry out his name as you shake and tremble, creaming around his cock as he fucks you through it, cumming with a delicious groan of his own as he empties inside of you.

He slowly pulls out, using his fingers to shove his cum deeper inside of you before turning you around and sticking his fingers covered in a mix of yours and his cum deep in your mouth.

He smiles when he pulls his fingers out clean, cupping your cheek softly before he pulls up your panties and bottoms for you, tying the jumpsuit sleeves and making sure you look presentable before he fixes himself up.

When he meets your eye again you’re still panting and trembling and he smirks, leaning in and kissing you softly and leaning into your ear “green?” He asks and you nod “green, love. Very green” he nods and kisses your neck softly

“Good, because I’m not done. There’s more in store for you later tonight and you best not spill a drop of my cum. I’ll be checking when I finally get to admire this gorgeous set” his hands give your ass a final squeeze as he kisses you gently “now , finish your job.” he says and turns, the lock clicking as he opens the door and walks out without a glance back.

[mixdoyoung]

💔

Generated Sentence Starters — Open➡ My muse dies in your muse’s arms ; Canon AU ( Cause someone dies lol )

A follow up from HERE. In which a retaliation hit is ordered on Kim Doyoung.@hansolmi and @mixhyunwoo (and maybe @mijongsuk / @mixwoobin idk lol) might be interested in this read.

( tw: blood, violence, murder )

𝟕:𝟒𝟏𝐏𝐌 —

“Hey Doyoung, come taste this. I think the coke is expired. It tastes funny… Can soda even be expired?”

Doyoung waves him off, eyes fixed on the television screen before him as flips through its modes, trying to find the correct one that would connect to his hard disc. Hansol had protested – “But Doyoungg, I can buy it! I’m rich! T–this isn’t right!” – but Doyoung is of the philosophy of: Why buy what you can get for free? 

That’s right. He’s a filthy pirate and proud. 

Thus the hard drive full of Blu Ray rips for their Marvel Movie Marathon. Hansol relented eventually like he usually does. Doyoung can be very convincing when he tries. 

“Expired soda won’t kill you,” he shoots back, and behind him, Hansol gives a half-squeak, half-exclamation of disapproval. Cute. But Doyoung can’t help rolling his eyes nonetheless. Such a sheltered boy. 

“It’s not expired you numbskull,” he sighs, “I bought it this morning! It’s probably the damn pesto chicken your butler cooked for dinner. That stupid sauce has a disgusting aftertaste that makes everything taste weird. God, I hate pesto.”

“Huh. I guess so.”

Doyoung wonders if he might’ve added too much; He’d just crushed all the pills in the container and chucked it into the soda bottle. He thought sleeping pills were tasteless, but obviously, it must’ve been too much if Hansol tasted something off. In his defence, he didn’t know how much would be enough.

He hears Hansol taking another long sip from his cup. Good.

The infernal appliance finally works, the menu flickering to life on the screen before him. Thank fuck, because Doyoung was this close to chucking the remote right at it for being so damned obstinate. 

As the comic book like intro plays, he shuffles backwards, unceremoniously dropping his butt down on the sofa. Hansol, who had selfishly stretched out lengthwise along the entire couch, squeaked as he hastily pulled his legs away just seconds before they were crushed.

In retaliation, Hansol defiantly stacks his legs on top of Doyoung’s lap which elicits the stink eye from him. 

Glancing to the side, he notes the heavy lids and silent yawns of the man. 

“What? Sleepy already? It’s only eight you baby,” he half-snorts, half-chuckles with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m not!”

“Whatever you say sleeping beauty,” he smirks, slapping the man’s leg, “If I catch you sleeping I’m gonna shove ice-cubes down your shirt.”

“Har. Har. Not gonna happen because I’m not gonna sleep.”

They’re only 10 minutes into the movie when Doyoung hears the distinctively heavy breathing of a sleeping Hansol.

“Well, that was faster than I expected,” he mutters, jabbing the man at his side a couple of times – just to be sure – before gently lifting his legs off his lap as he straightens up, switching the television off as he does so. 

𝟖:𝟎𝟐𝐏𝐌 —

Doyoung paces across the fireplace in silence, tapping away on his mobile phone, pausing every now and there to stare off into space – as though considering how to best word his message. Even after he’s done typing, he spends another five or so tapping the device contemplatively against this chin.

To send or not to send, that is the question.

In the end, he sends it. At this point, it doesn’t matter whether he sends it early or late. Whatever the case, it won’t affect the outcome of his plan as far as he’s foreseen. If only there were someone present awake to witness that glorious shit-eating grin of his as he tapped ‘send’. Mother always did say he had a beautiful smile. 

Extracting the sim card, he snaps the tiny little thing in half and tosses it into the glowing hearth.

𝟖:𝟏𝟏𝐏𝐌 —

Doyoung’s nursing his neon plastic cup of coke – which Hansol was right about; it did taste funny, and it wasn’t the pesto – in peaceful silence when his ears pick up a distant thud indicative of something (or someone) heavy hitting the ground. 

Must be from the foyer. His guest is earlier than expected. 

It’s a good thing Hansol is as rich as he is, and his mansion (and thus, his corridors) is unnecessarily huge. Doyoung reckon’s he’s got a minute or so before they discover him in the media room. He’ll take any extra time he’s got; Doyoung is under no illusion that he can match up to a trained assassin. 

But he’s not planning to match up to anyone. He just needs to buy some time.

Downing the rest of his cup’s contents with a grimace, he crouches down by the ebony coffee table, running his palm along the underside of it until he feels a bump. He traces the outlines of the button with his fingers, searching for the safety unlock – which he flicks off with a fingernail – before stabbing the button with his index. 

Hansol always did have the best thingamajigs. 

Doyoung straightens up just in time to greet his guest at eye level.

“Hey,” he raises a palm in greeting, “Fancy meeting you again like this… Ghost.”

𝟖:𝟏𝟓𝐏𝐌 —

“So, did you kill the butler or just knock him out?”

“You’re my target. So no, I didn’t kill him.”

“A killer with morals I see,” he muses thoughtfully as he walks up to the man who was now eyeballing him suspiciously. “Relax,” he says, raising up both arms, “I don’t intend on leaving this room. At least, not outside of a body bag. The game’s up. I’ve known about the hit for a while now and have come to terms with it. Pretty sure I can’t outmanoeuvre a guy like you.”

“Ironic though, killing me now after saving me back then. You’re a surprisingly good, bad guy— by the way, did your boss ever mentioned the reason for the hit?”

“No. He never did, and it’s none of my business anyways. And my condolences, Doyoung-ssi. I’m just doing my job, no hard feelings.”

The man cocks his gun, levelling it at him.

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” he snorts, rolling his eyes as he lightly pushes the barrel of the gun away from his face with the tip of his fingers. “Why are you in such a hurry. At least give me time to pretty myself up before sending me off.”

“Confused?” He chuckles, wiggling his gloved fingers before the man. “It’s cause I need it to fit my—”

Dropping his palms down, a decorative pewter letter-opener sliding out from under his sleeve and into his grasps. And in one fluid motion, he stabs it right into the man’s left thigh. He knew all those sleight of hand tricks he picked up for high school pranks would come in useful someday. 

“—narrative,” he finishes, smiling up at the man. “Déjà Vu?” 

Doyoung takes advantage of the man’s distraction, lunging for the firearm and succeeds in knocking it out of his grasp. 

He dives for it, rolling behind the couch in the process.

Behind him, Ghost grunts in pain, but easily regains his bearings. He pulls out another gun, unsurprisingly. 

“For a guy who claims to be ready for death, you seem to be fighting it pretty hard.”

Once again, Doyoung raises his arms over his head – gun still in hand – from behind the couch in a show of surrender. 

“For an entirely different reason I assure you. Sorry for the skewering your thigh, but  I doubt you’d have let me borrow your gun otherwise,” he explains calmly. 

Arms still raised, he rises slowly from behind the couch, coming face to face with the wary assassin and his trained gun. 

“Don’t shoot.”

Locking eyes with the man, he slowly lowers the arm wielding the firearm. 

“I don’t intend to shoot you,” he drawls slowly, holding the man’s gaze. He lowers the gun further, aiming it directly at his sleeping friend’s heart. 

He fires. 

“It was for him,” he remarks nonchalantly, nodding towards Hansol as he tosses the gun aside as though it were trash.

The look of confusion on the man’s face was hilarious, and if things weren’t set to play out the way they were, Doyoung would’ve loved a photo.

Ignoring the assassin’s bewilderment, he saunters over to the fireplace as he peels off his gloves, and discards them in the hearth the same way he’d discarded Hyunwoo’s sim card not too long ago.

𝟖:𝟐4𝐏𝐌 —

Doyoung’s pretty sure those are sirens he’s hearing.

“Right on time,” he exclaims, clapping his hands together as he looks expectantly at Ghost. “What are you waiting for? Come at me!” 

Down the long, long corridor, he hears distinct groan and crash of a door being bashed open and the booming ‘Police!’ he usually only ever hears when watching one of his procedural serials. 

“Oh for God’s sake—”

Rolling his eyes, he lunges for the assassin’s collar, using gravity to take the man down with him as he lets himself fall backwards onto the coffee table. 

Wincing, he hits the surface with a loud clatter, magazines and random table clutter flying everywhere. 

Inhaling deeply, he summons his loudest, most fearful voice:

“Help! HELP! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!”

Amidst his screeching, he guides the man’s hand with his own, pressing the barrel of the pistol against his kidney. He tries not to think about it as he forces the man to pull the trigger.

“HEL—”

It hurts a lot more than he’d expected. His words die a strangled death in his throat, the force of the shot knocking the wind right out of him.

The world before him does a tilt-a-whirl, and darkness was starting to creep in from the edges of his vision. With trembling arms, he weakly drags Ghost closer to him, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Lost the battle, won the war. Hansol is mine, forevermore.”

And he lets himself fall.

White noise fills his ears, and he sees a blur of silhouettes behind half-lids that slowly fade into nothing.

𝟖:𝟑𝟎𝐏𝐌 —

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞 —

Outgoing: VersaceSender: Watson

Sent 8:07PMHello from the other side, sweetheart. I must thank you for sending out a hitman after me. I’ve always wanted to go out with a bang!And what a show it was! If only you were here to watch it all go down.

If I had known Hyunwoo had such a dangerous lover backing him, I would’ve planned his murder more carefully. But well, what’s done is done. In the end, we all still get what we want. Me = Hyunwoo gone. You = Me gone. So win-win.

Can’t say the same for Hyunwoo or that guy Woobin though. Hyunwoo must be weeping from the grave over his half-brother’s death. And Woobin doesn’t get his sweet boy. But eh, it’s not possible for everyone to win. 

Hansol has always been mine. I promised to always watch over him. Can’t watch over him if I’m dead and gone, so decided to take him with me. 

Anyways, have fun dealing with the cops! Cheers! RIP me. 

[bangtan-spells]

Hoseok Scenario: Dance For Me.

Request: A Hoseok scenario where he meets an amazing dancer at a party and he can’t stop thinking about her? Then they end up meeting again somewhere (idk you guys can pick lol) and they get to know each other and hit it off etc?

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

Hoseok liked parties, even if at first he wasn’t feeling like coming to this one,  but when he stepped foot in the place and heard the music blasting his body reacted to it wondering how was it that before he had been just about to stay the night in.

He spotted his friends after a while, they were all drinking so Hoseok decided to caught up with a few shots of soju. They were already with a group of girls, Hoseok knew Taehyung was to blame and to thank for as he was usually the one approaching girls first, although Hoseok had to say he was pretty good at it too. But none of them really grabbed his attention today, so he drifted his eyes to the dance floor, the place was full and some people were more grinding and humping each other than dancing, some were notably intoxicated by alcohol and pot but none of that took Hoseok’s attention, and then he saw you, at a good distance from where he was standing but even from there his eyes stayed fixed on you, more precisely the way you danced. It was an upbeat rhythm and despite being surrounded by people and some girls he supposed were your friends, you were dancing alone, focused on your thing as you felt the beat. Hoseok liked what he saw and even if he felt a tinge of nerves inside he was aware he wasn’t shy on the slightest so he went through the people until he was close to you and for moment he just observed, in admiration and well, in self indulgence because you were really hot and that made good things to his eyes and body.

It was just when another song was starting that Hoseok finally made his mind and took a step forward towards you, also starting to dance but just enough for you to see his intentions but not come of too strong.

You eyed him up and down which provoked a smirk on his behalf and he did the same. Your eyes met and now you were dancing like that, at a certain distance but he noticed how your attention was on him and what he did, like you were proving him, which amused him to no end because he liked the challenge. He moved his body, popping and locking to the beat not wanting to do too much but still wanting to impress you. You nodded in approval and now you were the one approaching him, when you were close enough Hoseok took your hand and you placed the other on his shoulder.

-I’m Hoseok, want to dance?-

You laughed getting just a little bit closer to him. -What do you think?-

He laughed too and started to move together, you were able to find a common rhythm easily which added more to his growing attraction for you.  -What’s your name?-

-Y/N- you whispered close to his ear for him to be able to hear it well. Hoseok fixed it in his mind as he felt you doing a body roll that he honestly didn’t enough if love because of the technique or for how it felt so close to his own body.

Hoseok was pleased to think he could dance all night with you, and he was even more please to say he had actually done that. You had only stopped dancing to get drinks and a few moments of refreshments but it was so little in comparison with your time in the dance floor. You were an amazing dancer, and he could notice you had training as your moves were professional and you had certain style he particularly liked.

You didn’t talk that much but he could tell you were into him and he was into you as your bodies spoke for you, as you danced and moved with the other, as you didn’t pull apart when his lips were practically on top of yours, just a centimeter more and he’d be touching them, feeling your hot breath as the temperature rose, but neither of you took that final step.

The guys whistled at him, or at least the ones who weren’t busy themselves with someone, as he walked in front of them a few times, but you didn’t pay attention and Hoseok just laughed it off. It had been a great night but you had had to go a bit too soon.

After that time Hoseok kept thinking about you, how he had been so engrossed in the moment, focused on your hips, on your eyes, that he hadn’t asked for your number. It had been a stupid thing for him to do as he wondered for the days that followed where could you be, what were you doing or if you were remembering him like he was doing. Hoseok remembered that moment in which his lips had been too close to yours, he regretted not kissing you as he felt his body craved for it now.

For his free time, that was little as it could be, he either rested, went to his family or met with his friends most of them other dancers. This time he decided for the latter, going to a dance academy in which one of his closest friends outside from BTS was one of the main teachers.

He was known there and he sometimes did a few demos for the students although Hoseok thought some of them were extremely good, more even so than him, so he felt a bit awkward on those times.

He also liked to snoop a bit in the practice areas and as his friend wasn’t around he went for it but when he did he didn’t think he’d would see you in one of them. Hoseok had to stare for a few minutes to be able to make sure it was you, but as he saw you dancing he had no doubts. You were dancing to a mixed rhythm, mellow, as for a moment it was soft and fluid but suddenly it required stronger moves. Hoseok noticed how you were wearing ballet sleepers and how you had a dance partner that had you held by all the right parts, or wrong ones depending on the point of view. Professionally Hoseok would say the guy was ok, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t annoyed he was the one dancing with you.

He waited until you were finished, leaving his friend for later as he couldn’t miss this chance.

You saw someone was staring from the window, it wasn’t odd for people or other students to come see the practices, in the little time you had in this studio slash academy you had found out that fact. What surprised you was that the guy staring was Hoseok, the guy you had met at a party last weekend and the famous member of a music group, who happened to be a terrific dancer. It made you a bit nervous being watched by someone like him who had so much experience and that to top it all you found incredibly attractive.

You saw how he was staring inside at you but also at your friend who was helping you practice this routine. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea and think your friend was something else but judging by his look you deemed this could work to your favor. So you gave him a hug just before he left and then you were alone in the room and Hoseok entered.

-Amazing routine- he appreciated with a few claps.

You gave a sip from your water bottle and smiled. -Thank you, I thought I’d seen wrong when I spotted you by the door-

-Same here, I almost couldn’t believe it was you but then I saw you dancing and…- he sighed. -I knew it, you have time here? I hadn’t seen you around before?-

You shook your head. -Actually I wanted to try new styles and things so I moved to this academy for the time being-

Hoseok nodded in approval. -That’s nice-

You stayed quiet for a moment just looking at each other until you laughed not standing the nerves he produced in you. -What?-

-I just… I wanted to ask for your number the other night but you left so fast…-

You smiled looking down and adjusting the sweater you had tied around your hips. -My friends were leaving and one of them was my ride home so…-

-I understand, this is a bit weird for me since we can’t just approach anyone and ask for numbers but, I’d really like to talk to you some other time-

You bit your lip to keep your face as normal as possible and not just beam like sunshine had just slapped your face after that, he wanted to talk to you, Jung Hoseok wanted to keep in touch,  you tried to think quickly something to say. -It isn’t weird, I mean, It’s ok to talk to people you want, no?-

He got out his phone nodding again. -Exactly- you gave him your number and he texted you an emoji to let you have his. -Done, I… I hate to ask this but, wasn’t that just now your…-

You shook your head, clapping at yourself mentally because your little trick had worked. -Oh no, he’s just a friend-

Hoseok sighed. -That’s awesome, you dance well together although…- he looked around and when he saw no one he leaned more to you. -To be honest I think you and I dance way better together- 

You laughed delighted to hear those words, you did feel way better with Hoseok but you wouldn’t be saying that just like that to him. -Well perhaps you could show me some other moves today-

Hoseok laughed too but you could see he liked the idea. -Alright, but I’ll invite you coffee after-

You smiled fully at him and nodded turning on the music and getting closer to him, you’d make this guy never regret approaching you that night.

[starryseo]

high schooler!jeno

not updating at 2am for once whoa

lee jeno everybody e n j o y :))))

gonna do jaemin next and i cant wait i think thats gonna be my longest one

ive just been really missing my boi sm arent updating us i just wanna know if hes doing ok :(((((

alsoooo,,, im thinking of doing bts texts??? idk if i wanna make it a series but like my bts side is looking empty lmao riiiiip, so idk yall can send in smth if you want

now wITHOUT FURTHER ADO

I GIVE YE

JENO LEE

i just wanted that to rhyme and it did lmao yay me

woo this boi

everyone including me loves him

but how can they not????

hes so c00l damn

quite popular bc hes in the drama club and dance club

and they do loads of school performances

that dont have parents complaining,, looking at you mark, hyuck + the rest of the rap club

so yeah jeno just rolls up to the auditions for the latest drama show and the teacher holding the auditions is just like

jeno no no couldnt help myself there whoops :’) you dont need to audition youve already got the male lead ilysm your acting is 11/10

and hes just like oH :’’’’) hes super bashful and not smug??? which just makes ppl like him even more !!!!

ok so he probs was like but teacheeerrr,, i WANT to audition

seems like the type to like the thrill of auditioning more than acting in the actual performance lmao

so he auditions and everything and obvs gets the part

so hes like !!! yay,, but then hes also sad for the ppl that auditioned for the part he got my poor bby

so he’ll like go around complimenting their auditions and he rE A LL Y does mean it when he says their acting was good

tries slyly giving them advice if they want so that they can improve bc he genuinely wants them to improve so that they can get the lead next time

i swear its the same thing when it comes to dancing performances lmao

gets centre stage most of the time bc his movement is so fluid and beautiful and graceful prAISE THIS BOY PLS

ok so all this stage attention has led him to a locker full of love notes lmaooo

ok well it’s like 60% love notes/ confessions, 30% normal post-it notes congratulating him and then 10% hyuck’s homework with labels like “i’ll give you doughnuts if you do this”

he answers them all wrong and gets the doughnuts anyway :)))

ok so yknow how he likes assembling figures and stuff,,,, he probably keeps like the latest figure he’s working on in his school bag for ‘life or death’ purposes

so he’s always the first to finish eating so he can hurry and assemble the figure

he lowkey sabotages jisung’s figures so that jisung cries and complains to him and then he’ll fix it and asks for dark chocolate in return and jisung is none the wiser :))))))

jeno just blames hyuck or chenle whenever jisung gets suspicious

so yall probably met through the drama club

but rather than being on the performance side of stuff

you were there helping out with the technical stuff/ making props, the whole shebang

so jeno, being a lover of ppl, also appreciates the technical ppl aka you bc they put in just as much work as he [and the other actors/actoresses] does [/do] into the shows

and at every recital he tries to talk to as many ppl as he can during his breaks

and so one day it was your turn to meet him yayy !!!!

he even brought along smth for you to eat bc he noticed how long you had been working on this painting without a break

and so you took it, saying thanks, and he just made like light-hearted chatter before his break ended and then after a while you all got sent home

at the next recital he met up some new people but he didnt get to see you

bc you had gone for a toilet break before he had his break and so he just left some food and drinks where you were working this cutiE

and then you guys just kept up conversations whenever you could, even saying hi and stuff in the hallways and at lunch

and then on the day of the performance, he asked for the mic at the end, yknow, when the acting team’s all standing and bowing on stage

and hes like “i would like to invite the people backstage that helped make this performance possible, from helping with the props to having perfect timing with the lighting” etc etc.

and so he like looks off to the side and ushers everyone to come on stage

and the rest of the acting group is clapping and so is the crowd so yall H A V E to go up

and when you go up and bow, you look at him and hes already looking at you

and he does that CUTEEEEEE !!!!11!!1!!! EYE SMILE HE DOES !!!!! YOU KNOW THE ONE IM TALKING ABOUTTTTT !!!!!1!11!!!!!!

and that is the start of a beautiful friendship/ relationship ;^)))))

[crow-caller]

all the oc question because what even is sense of scale. (or, in case you do happen to possess a sense of scale: 2, 11, 20, 21)

you gotta live life fast and hard

a l l

you can use my /ocs page for background LORE

1. who's your favorite oc?

it’s michael. WE ALL KNOW THIS

it’s michael.

he’s terrible but my friend and I love him

2. who was your first oc?

I suppose Asterix? Counts? I’ve revamped her into ASTER but she was technically an OC back in the day, even if I did nothing with her but... imagine

here she is:

she is... well, she was a total mary sue type. oh my. had red hair with blue tips (or vise versa?) naturally, her mom tried to kill her but a kyogre saved her life and she grew up with team magma as an admin (her dad was leader) but her mom was an admin of team aqua. and she was raised by the legendary pokemon who could turn into human forms, and Ho-Oh was a god of the universe and took her under his wing...

and then she became a god thanks to genetic experiments and got her own planet and traveled the galaxy saving alien species from planets that were about to be destroyed. also preforming experiments on human children. she had tons of kids and they were all girls.

she also could turn into a purple wolf with black wings and feathers in the fur...

3. how many ocs do you have?

I did a count and I think like exactly 50 technically. most are termi, AR has 4, GA is like 8, MSQ is like 8

4. have you kept all of your ocs since the beginning?

Funny!! I almost always forget... about this but there was a character who was CUT from terminal!! both my head lore and like the book. Two charas were cut from book, actually: Roy (a conspiracy freak/revolutionary Mannie runs into and used to be friends with) and Tom (Christina’s younger brother, who lived with her on Earth). Tom was someone I just realized wasn’t needed, never showed up, never did anything, and didn’t like. Roy was a minor part easy to cut.

but most of my OCs... like I said, MSQ is a revamped ‘tales of asterix’, so most of those old OCs have been reborn. A few didn’t get a chance to show up in MSQ but if there was a sequel, they would (Yggdrasil, Mary, Chaos)

I’m gonna mention it next Q but I had a fandom OC once too.

5. are any of your ocs based off of a show/book you like? if so, who?

I don’t really do fandom OCs!! I never write fanfiction or anything.

the MSQ charas mentioned above: like I said, MSQ used to be a crazy mary sue crossover adventure I lived in my head, so while the new charas are quite diff from their canon ones (enough that I can change the names and promise nothing is being stolen), Yggdrasil is from Tales of Symphonia and Chaos is from sonic the hedgehog. They were both OCs of mine in that they really had limited connection to canon LOL.

I also used to have an invader zim oc?? Her name was Kalat and she was weird I guess? I don’t remember much, I do have some DOCs about it. she was an idiot who wanted friend- HEY WAIT A SECOND

6. what is the species of the majority of your ocs?

Because of Termi, the majority is certainly demon! I like angels waaaay more than I like demons, but termi takes place in hell, and most of the cast is demons. I have minority humans, actually. MSQ has some gods/aliens, but it would go Demons Angels Humans.

7. are any of your ocs an original species? if so, what's the species and who?

Not really. Only one would be Ikina from MSQ, but they are still based on... they call themself an ‘incubus’ because they are a sex-fluid shapeshifting creature which is energized through sex (and steals energy through their partner).

8. if you can, draw (oc name)!

heres an old doodle I found.... it is OBSCENE (iofiel holding hands with maalik)

9. write a few sentences as (oc name)!

People always seem to forget that I’m the center of the goddamn universe.

That’s just a good line. This is a tough prompt IDK what any of my OCs would say. I need context.

“hi my name is iofiel angel of beauty and I love friends I just want to collect as many friends as I can have, and hug them, because friendship is magaical and fun”

10. are any of your ocs part of a story? if so, what is it about and who's in it?

TERMINAL TRILOGY is about mentally ill people being dicks to each other

MSQ/THE ASCENSION is about a very nonplussed kid being made into a god against her will

GA/GOOD ANGEL is about an angel who just wonders, why can’t we all just get along?

AR/ANGEL RADIO is about one girl who is very, very alone, except for the weirdo aliens

11. do you have any twin ocs?

Just one! Michael and his sister Lucky.

I don’t think I’ve drawn Lucky in a long time, not digitally at least. she has importance but is still very minor.

Chrstina is part of a set of triplets (two brothers, they are identitcal)

I don’t have many sibling/family relationships in general!

12. are any of your ocs siblings?

Michael has a big family: Gabriel, Raphael, URiel, and Lucky

Christina is from a set of triplets, also has an older brother and two younger sisters

Kell probably had an older brother

Umbel has a set of sisters as main characters, there’s siblings in Radicle too

13. what is the gender of the majority of your ocs?

It’s legit 100% an even 50/50. well, like 49/51, slightly more dudes, and there is one NB chara. I always feel like I favor men but it turns out it’s quite even

14. make up a new oc right now based on (concept/show/color/etc.)!

EFF OFF

I actually really need to make a new OC soon for a new project coming up... but btoh my potential choices I’ve been having a hard time being creative lately.

I think she’s going to be very average type, and it’s set in the real world too, which I’ve never written before? so it’s hard. good thing I like to steal from myself?

she’s very book smart but hasn’t done a lot. Got into an ivy league-ish school but isn’t like, amazing, just smart enough to have made it. Kinda rich, some connections, so she kinda thinks that’s why she made it. Wants to be weirder, do stranger things, but is very paranoid, anxiety.

but that’s so generic!!! so boring. I need to figure a way to make her more interesting. the story is about secret societies and demons N stuff. maybe I should make her more of a wild card and base her on the side of me that loves cults

that’s it. her secret obsession. her special interest: cults. she just loves conspiracy theories cryptids and CULTS. and ends up getting involved in real ones.

15. would you ever give up any of your ocs?

WHO IS ASKING

16. who is your oldest oc (age-wise)?

some of the MSQ ones are like immortal gods, so it’s probably.... Eii in that case.

Archangel Michael from GA would be about as old as the universe...

In Termi, one of the angels is likely to be about 230.

17. have you ever roleplayed as your ocs?

back in the day, I did have profiles! I don’t think I ever used them, but slightly before I began writing termi I wrote up roleplay profiles for Christina and Percy from Terminal.

Here it totes is (note it is all not that canon for termi now):

Name: Percy Gender: MaleAge: Very old, though his physical age is around 19.Species: Angel (Seraph)Appearance: Percy is tall and lanky. He has slightly curly blonde hair and unnaturally blue eyes. He typically will dress either in a terrible sweater-vest and shabby coat, and favors very plain clothing styles. He also hates tight or uncomfortable clothes. He needs glasses to read, but would never admit it. He is a seraph, the highest sphere of angel below the Arch-angels, meaning he has way too many wings. Seriously, who thought six wings was a good amount? He is capable of hiding them, and typically flies with just one set. They are also light minty green.Personality: Percy can be really arrogant sometimes. He looks down one anyone he considers less then him, but often more in a piteous way. He does his best to be good and responsible, and especially feels the need to set a good example for the other angels. He is very unfamiliar with most human culture, as he only just recently came down to Earth for personal reasons...History: He has always served the Arch-angels, and he is content to do so. He doesn't have much of a history beyond that, as that is all his life has every known.

Name: Cris (Christina) Gender: FemaleAge: 17Species: Demon (lesser)Appearance: Cris used to have long, fluffy blonde hair. Now her hair shorter, and bright red. Her natural form includes curly black horns, somewhat red skin and a small arched tail, but she is able to change to a human form for disguise. Sometimes if she's surprised she will revert to demon again, but is quick to fix it. She likes hoodies, shorts and stockings, often in a very cliche black and red. She also likes to tie her hair up.Personality: She's pretty chill most of the time, but is easy to work up. She gets very excited by her favorite shows and books. Cris has a bit of a self-esteem issue, and occasionally feels really depressed about it. She's also sort of a wimp. And she loves cats.History: Cris was a human who sold her soul, but she doesn't really remember much of her life as a human. She knew she was blonde, and she knew she made a wish for attention. Everything else is missing. She doesn't really care much, and sort of likes being a demon. Because she's such a weak demon, she isn't very good at combat, and her job is basically an office job. It bores her, and she wants to get out (into sales, preferably). I also have an old profile of a pokemon OC who was part of team magma, and named Mack. I love magma.

18. how many of your ocs were adopted from someone else?

NONE

I MEAN I STOLE ARTEMIS FROM MY BROTHER

19. who is your least favorite oc?

Uh?? MIDORI from AR I just plainly have never liked. And Senya from MSQ. I just really don’t like them, and not because they are total jerks.

Midori is a bit annoying, she was mildly a response to some tumblr stuff at the time, and is a weirdo, overly soft wiccan who just wants to put flower crowns everywhere... I am exaggerating but I don’t know, she never clicked with me

Senya didn’t exist in the MSQ lore, he just showed up one day and hijcked the plot.

mido

senya is on the right

20. which oc do you think has changed the most since you made them?

Michael I bet? He really wasn’t much of anything in draft one of termi, he didn’t show up at all, and later showed up but only spoke in questions, and was very annoying. over the course of radicle I figured out who he was a lot better.

Aster is a good example of someone who changed a lot too, but I don’t count that as much. Mannie went from an angry ranting fool to a sad angry ranting fool I guess

21. who is your newest oc? optional- doodle them to show!

minor character in evergreen (terminal novella)

22. have you ever cosplayed your own ocs? if so, who?

no, but when I put on a button down and feel very tired, I think that counts as a closet cosplay of mannie

23. which oc do you think has affected you the most as you've grown with them?

michael................ my boy. he’s just kinda picked up a lot of my problems (EXAGGERATED) and evolved to carry and represent and deal with them. as mentioned, he didn’t really matter until he did

24. have you gotten cosplayers of your ocs? if so, of whom?

who the hell can answer this with a ‘yes’

25. do you have any ocs that you haven't drawn/written as/talked about in a long time? if so, who?

HMMMM??!??

I don’t talk about my AR ocs very often, or my MSQ ones.

you know what was crazy in AR? Gav’s original name was Paschar. I don’t remember where I got that from, but I changed it like 75% through with the book. Frigging paschar.

Eii and Ikina (left, right) are MSQ charas. Eii is based on Mew, Ikina is from Ho-Oh. They are... quite different from the original pokemon basis, I am legally obliged to note, but just wanted to say.

Eii’s role in the story was a total surprise, and a weird one. Writing blind lends itself to some odd plottwists.

[killanyone4you]

so like, im not going to ask anyone to ask me these questions because i’ll get one or two tops and that’s boring so i’m just going to fill this out myspace survey style and just pretend it’s 2006. k.                   

The meaning behind my url: coheed and cambria lyrics.

A picture of me: maybe i’ll post one after this

How many tattoos i have and what they are: i have one tattoo and it’s the symbol of the deathly hallows

Last time i cried and why: um. maybe a day or two ago. why? could have been a million things.

Piercings i have: snake bites and ears

Favorite band: not sure i have a favorite anymore but i guess it would still be something corporate and every project andrew mcmahon has worked on since.

Biggest turn offs: bad smells. bad breath, body odor. it’s just not that hard to be clean. also not knowing when to be serious. im a super silly person and i like to have a laugh but if someone cant ever be serious im not into it.

Top 5 (insert subject): i guess i get to pick my own subject because i’ve broken the rules. i’ll say top 5 songs. i haven’t thought about what i would consider my top 5 songs in some time so this will be quite interesting for me. also this is in no particular order. 1. Walking By - Something Corporate 2. Ruthless - Something Corporate 3. Screamer - Good Charlotte 4. Young Volcanoes -  Fall Out Boy 5.  The Gambler - Fun.

Tattoos i want: there are a few i have in mind but none that i really want to sit and describe at the moment

Biggest turn ons: confidence. knowing what you want. not being afraid to show affection.

Age: 27

Ideas of a perfect date: i have two. one is basically movies and snacks and snuggles and the other is probably food/snacks and some kind of outdoor activity on a beautiful day that ends with a sunset and driving home with the windows down and loud music on the way home.

Life goal: end goal? to be a writer. right now it’s really just to sort myself out and fix the mess i’ve made of my mental state.

Piercings i want: i dont really want anymore. im not even sure i still want my snakebites. been thinking of taking them out recently

Relationship status: fucked.

Favorite movie: i dont really have one but my go to is Princess Bride because it’s probably my favorite movie.

A fact about my life: i can only think of depressing shit for some reason. uhh. my first dog was called Susie

Phobia: i dont really know if i have a true phobia but i have many many things that freak me out and i’m not sure if they’re from my OCD or Tourettes or both or neither but i cant stand to touch anything wet or have fluid on me. like ever. except in situations where you’re supposed to be wet like when swimming or having a water fight or like, showering. but any other time i really hate it. and also i cant stand rough things touching my hands or feet. if i even see someone rub their bare feet on carpet it makes me so uncomfortable my skin crawls.

Middle name: renee

Height: about 5′5

Are you a virgin? no

What’s your shoe size? 7

What’s your sexual orientation? i dont have one.

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? no.

Someone you miss: my grandpa

What’s one thing you regret? i regret not taking school more seriously

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: this is never my answer usually but the first celebrity that came to mind when i read this was Billy Corgan so that’s what i’ll say lmao

Favorite ice cream? Americone Dream i think. at least usually.

One insecurity: my skin

What my last text message says:”nothing is wrong. im just done with everything”

Have you ever taken a picture naked? yes

Have you ever painted your room? yes.

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? yes

Have you ever slept naked? yes

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? lol yes

Have you ever had a crush? everyone has had a crush. im going to correct this to do i have a crush right now and the answer is sort of.

Have you ever been dumped? no

Have you ever stole money from a friend? no

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? no i dont think so.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? yes

Have you ever snuck out of your house? yes

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? oh plenty of times. i have that pathetic girl thing down

Have you ever been arrested? no

Have you ever made out with a stranger? um, no i dont think so.

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? am i misunderstanding this questions? yes?

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? lol yes. like 15 years ago

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? yes

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? yes

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes

Have you ever seen someone die? no

Have you ever been on a plane? yes

Have you ever kissed a picture? lmao yes i used to kiss a poster of Billy Martin good night when i was in 7th grade

Have you ever slept in until 3? i’ve slept well past 3

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now? some of these questions are really fucking dumb. i have loved someone and i always miss someone

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? indeed

Have you ever made a snow angel? yes

Have you ever played dress up? yes

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? yes

Have you ever been lonely? basically always

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? lmao yes. many times

Have you ever been to a club? yes but only a few times. im super not into clubs

Have you ever felt an earthquake? i cant say that i have. Indiana doesn’t get a lot of earthquakes. we’ve supposedly had some small shakes from aftershock but even then i never felt it.

Have you ever touched a snake? yes

Have you ever ran a red light? yes.

Have you ever been suspended from school? yes

Have you ever had detention? i basically lived in detention. i was that kid in school that did literally no school work and everyone wondered how i made it thru high school.

Have you ever been in a car accident? yes a few times

Have you ever hated the way you look? most of my life, yes.

Have you ever witnessed a crime? yes

Have you ever pole danced? no not really.

Have you ever been lost? yes. mentally and physically

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? not really.

Have you ever felt like dying? oh yes

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? oh yes

Have you ever sang karaoke? yes

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? like 45 times a day. yeah

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? nope.

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? nope.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? yess

Have you ever sang in the shower? lol yes

Have you ever made out in a park? yes

Have you ever dream that you married someone? a few times

Have you ever glued your hand to something? uh. no.

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no. do people actually do that shit?

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? no

Have you ever been a cheerleader? when was like 8, yup

Have you ever sat on a roof top? yes

Have you ever brushed your teeth? nope never. who did this?

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? yes im a chicken

Have you ever played chicken? yes

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? i’ve been picked up and thrown in with all my clothes on

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? yes. the internet is a strange place.

Have you ever broken a bone? only a toe.

Have you ever been easily amused? always

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yes.

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? yes.

Have you ever cheated on a test? yes

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? omg yes.

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? yup. this guy i used to work with at panera like 6 years ago. he was so good looking i’d forget what i was saying mid sentence if he even walked past me. he thought it was hilarious

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. yall idk i’ve been doing this for a while and my brain is kind of hurting.

[cezulian]

I have a Crush™ on a dude from work but all I have are anxieties about these things bc he specifically is very chill and soft spoken in the way that it just makes me hyper-aware how fuckin loud and endlessly chatty I am and also I do this thing where I think every single person is irritated by me bc all I talk about is either the media I’m consuming or thoughts and ideas on shit that’s too deep in the realm of conversation to ever have a nice light talk about or I’m fuckin cracking stupid jokes because I’m naturally a very goofy person but I don’t want that to come off as trying too hard which I worry it always does? And also I hate my body because I have scars like everywhere on my torso at least and forreal I can’t even comfortably have sex unless I have a shirt on which is just awkward and stupid and horrible and I haven’t been in a relationship in fifty trillion years and my last one was a garbage disaster that ended badly so like??? I don’t even know how to do that bullshit anymore or what’s normal really or fuckin whatever bc I was 18 or 19 when that was over and I’m a totally different person now.

Also I don’t know how to fuckin act EVER did I mention this because seriously since high school I’ve been micro-analyzing every single one of my actions and people’s reactions to them bc I don’t want a repeat of high school where I was slowly being replaced in the friend group that I’d had for years by someone else and said friend group kept inching and inching away from me until I asked them what was up and they all went off on me about all these supposedly vexing character traits I had I wasn’t even aware of being there nor being something that was tearing us apart so now as an adult if I even think that someone is having an adverse reaction to my behavior I frantically try and fix it or redo it and then I obsess over if I did THAT right like an alien in a bad skinsuit trying to convince everyone that they’re a normal human being but their florglap fluid is sweating through their plartoch layer and its becoming more and more obvious to everyone that they’re not of this world.

Also people just straight up don’t wanna date me, like genuinely, yknow? I just don’t think I have a dateable personality and I mean that from an entirely objective standpoint. I’m very “cheeky best friend to male lead in a rom com who liked him the whole time but at the end decides that he’s better off with female lead and the end credits narrative shows me sitting on a train and the on screen text talks about how I later moved to Geneva to study philosophy and became a professor and never married or whatever” kind of vibe to me I mean really yall know me I’m bursting at the seams with infinity things I want to talk about all the time I never shut up unless I get tired or I begin to realize that I’m talking too much and spend the rest of the time I’d spend talking in complete silence obsessing over how much I’ve talked until my hands bleed from digging my fingers into my palms too hard and didn’t notice or someone literally shoots me dead. I’m a good listener and I love listening but I still feel like I haven’t mastered the distinct balance between giving people too much of my time this being talked over or taken advantage of thus not being listened to in return (not that I ever like “expect anything in return” for listening) and not giving people enough because I’m more concerned with helping them out or trying to make them feel listened to. Idk if its because of me or because of the different perspectives of the people I’ve dated or what dude. I’m also very very very emotional about everything and not a lot of people get that if they’re going to watch a show or movie with me or we found out we read the same book I’m gonna wanna fuckin GET INTO IT like CRAZY DEEP because I thrive on figuring things out and deconstructing ideas and finding out how they work and will work in the future but even people who know what they’re getting into with me end up exasperated and either try to change the subject or just have this look on their face like they’d rather be anywhere else. I definitely know people who can talk longer on one singular subject than I can but cmon yall that’s not the type of person anyone would actually want to be in a relationship with! And I always feel like I attract the extremes of one particular group or another whenever I do attract people because my interests vary so much? Like I love Shakespeare, Reality TV, Dragon Ball Z + other very specific genres of anime, Haute Couture, very specific genres of Video Games™, World history, Revolutionary War history, pretentious art films, politically-fueled rap music, shallow and bare minimum rap music, very specific genres of talk-singy freeverse indie music, astrology, 80s cartoons, social issues, weird gore art, and very specific genres of shitty youtube videos and all in all I know that these things aren’t unique or special and a lot of people are into these same things but I can never seem to find someone who isn’t just into only one of these things and is disappointed once they get to know everything else and just kind of drop me?

But because of all this I’m both super secretive and paranoid about everything and everyone as well as uncomfortably open and weirdly personal with everything and everyone and I get to a point where when I have a Crush™ on someone I work myself up into liking them a whole lot and then if they somehow end up liking me too I freak the fuck out about everything wrong with me and also obligation and commitment as a prospect and turn em down but then when they say “ok I’ll date x person instead” I also freak out because “how could you do this to me I thought we were real???” and when they go “oh ok so u wanna go out?” again I go “Oooh I’m actually in a really bad place right now sorry” and that’s not fair to anyone man!!

But guess what dude none of this matters anyways because this guy has a girlfriend and I don’t fuck with peoples’ relationships like that so even though we like the same very specific genres of both games and movies and even though he seems genuinely interested in what I have to say and vice versa and even though we share the same opinions on the goings on of various facets of modern human psychological/societal development and politics its like whatever man. I’m not trying to be a fuckin nihilistic douche or overdramatize my shit bc I’m not super sad or anything right now I’m just like trying to remember my cycle of bullshit and not come off as though I’m fetishizing my sadness and now I’m just like laying here its 6:04 AM and I’m paranoid about posting this and yall knowin all kinds of shit about me but also I want yall to because its only natural for people to want to be understood or to want to even feel like they could be understood and I know yall won’t read this but I don’t want that to sound like I’m fishing for pity because again I’m not sad I’m just workin out my shit ya feel bc I gotta go to work with this guy on Friday and I’m gonna let him borrow Silent Hill 3 because I said I would because I don’t know when to stop so this is all just on repeat in my head yall feel