#cos wasnt so sure abt it

[telqqqv]

taroth; the star, the sun, the hanged man

[badcountryofficial]

Thinks abt how the one person in my family I really relate to and respect settled in her marriage and later wakes up in a cold sweat

[seiwas]

the comments/tags on the recent col fic are so so sweet and so lovely 🥺 aaah thank you so much everyone 🥹 i’m so happy you love the col couple as much as i do!! 🫶🏻

[endofbeginningarchive]

Accidentally just snitched on my sister cos i wanted to be able to lay down in my own fucking bedroom without my headache getting Worse instead of better

[seiwas]

omg i maxed the tags 😭

WHEN HE SAYS. sayin it is the hard but ive spent forever lovin ya—always been the easiest bit ☹️☹️☹️☹️ IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAD BUT IN THE BEST WAY RN

&&&& when he asks u so directly too. when you say u love him but it’s not enough so he asks if ure IN love with him oh my guckdisn im such a sucker for that

AND HE ASKS PERMISSION TO TOUCH YA TOONAKANZJS OHHHH IM LOOOOOOSING IT

😭😭😭😭😭😭

WHEN HE HUGS YOU OHHHHH MY HEART. It reminds me so much of how he did when u fell of that tree 😭😭😭 and and and how despite not touching u for months he still knows u just the same aksndkjx

IF I KISS YA YA GNA CRY AGAIANKSNXKSNSKSJSJ STAWHP I AFNT TAKE THIS

MYYYYY GOOODOODKDKEJDJIEJD IM A BAWLING MESS

im sorry for this mess of a reaction op but. thank u for writing this 🥹🥹🥹🥲🥲🥲🥹🥹🥹🥲🥲🥲 crying so hard rn but i loved this so much its so good 🥹 thank uou thsnk you thNk uou i cant see what im thping rn

leave the light on - miya osamu/f!reader (haikyuu!) part 10 in the bff!osamu series tags: childhood friends to lovers, tw instant coffee mention, miscommunication, confessions, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Onigiri Miya closes early on Sunday nights.

It’s not for lack of business—the shop would certainly take in enough revenue to justify staying open regular hours an extra day per week, especially on a weekend. But in the early days of Onigiri Miya, when it was just a one-man show, Osamu needed at least one night that he could count on having off. The workweek business—office workers and students going through their routine hustle and bustle—kept him going, enough so that Sunday nights weren’t a make or break for him, and he was able to start shuttering in the early afternoon once per week.

He remembers those early days. Sweet talking vendors to bring down the cost of produce and haggling with the grubby, bleary eyed men at fish market stalls at the crack of dawn for a deal on the catch of the day. Promising suppliers that he’d be able to get them their money in a couple of weeks if they’d just give him some more time. Standing on the road, because Onigiri Miya was just a street stall back then, trying to coax people in and try his food. To convince them to take a chance on him. He remembers burns on his hands and cuts on his fingers and an ache in his bones that ran so marrow-deep he forgot what it felt like to not be so sore. Sunday nights were the only night he had to relax. The only night he had to sit down, to take off his hat, and to have a beer—or, even more frequently, pass out on his couch in his uniform at 8pm and sleep right through to his alarm the next morning.

Closing early on Sundays had been your idea, way back when— suggested to him gently while he rested with his head in your lap in your tiny student apartment after another 16 hour workday. He still remembers the worry in your eyes as you brushed his hair back from his tired face.

Nowadays things aren’t so hectic. Osamu’s got a good team of people around him to help Onigiri Miya run smoothly—a team who he trusts and values. It doesn’t all fall onto his shoulders in the same way that it used to: he doesn’t have to be there for every open and every close, his bills are paid, he’s not fighting to lure people in off the street just in the hope that he can scrape by for another week.

Now when he closes early on Sunday, it’s more for the sake of his staff than anything else. Occasionally Osamu will take the night off, too; he’ll go home and catch up on housework, run an errand or two, or even grab dinner—usually with you, though evidently not so much lately. But most Sundays he stays behind after his last employee heads out for the night; locking up behind them, switching off the sign in the window to tell the world the shop is closed, and then holing himself up in his office to do some admin. He’ll grab a plate of whatever’s leftover from the day’s service and a cold can of beer from the fridge, put on a rerun of Atsumu’s game from the night before, and get to work shuffling through the paperwork that he’s left to pile up over the past seven days.

Osamu hates paperwork.

It’s not that it’s particularly challenging work—the really hard stuff is left to his bookkeeper after all. It’s just tedious, a mindless task in many ways, and he always finds his thoughts drifting as he sorts through invoices and inventory registers: catching himself being inattentive halfway through a spreadsheet, and having to force himself to go back to the beginning just to make sure he hasn’t missed anything in his carelessness. 

You used to help him with this kind of work, or at least keep him company while he got through it—sitting on the lumpy couch crammed into one corner of his little office and pretending like you weren’t asleep each time Osamu caught you with your eyes closed. More often than not, he’d throw his jacket over you to keep you warm while you napped and then rush through the last of his work so that he could wake you up and get you home. But just having you there on those late nights was enough for him; your presence was the thing that helped.

Coffee is his only saving grace, these days.

Samu shuffles out to the front of the shop on one such Sunday evening, taking off his baseball cap and ruffling the hair underneath tiredly. He’d finally gotten a trim, and he’s glad that things feel a bit more normal again as he rakes his fingers through it—his mother had been right when she remarked that it was getting too long the week before. He tosses his hat down on the front counter of Onigiri Miya, rounding the end to grab a sachet of instant coffee from behind the bar where he keeps his emergency stash.

The overhead lights in the shop are off, but there’s enough brightness filtering out from the still-lit kitchen that he doesn’t need to struggle to see as he prepares himself some hot water to add to the mug in front of him. He tips the granulated contents of his instant coffee sachet into the bottom after ripping it open with his teeth, tapping the empty plastic packaging against the edge of the cup to make sure it all comes out. The kettle behind him hums quietly as it heats to boiling, and Osamu sighs, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

He stares out at the restaurant—his restaurant, as hard as he still finds it to believe some days—his gaze sweeping over the tables with their corresponding chairs resting atop them. One of the staff had mopped the floors at the end of the night, which left them still slightly wet and glistening. There’s light filtering in through the front windows from the streetlights and the other shops that line the Osaka street outside, and their glow catches in the water that hasn’t yet dried from the tile.

Osamu’s eyes suddenly snap up to the glass that lines the front of the restaurant.

There’s a silhouetted figure—so familiar he could trace it even with his eyes closed, from memory alone—standing on the other side of the door.

Osamu blinks, thinking that the paperwork must have finally gotten the best of him, or maybe that the beer he’d had earlier is inexplicably hitting him too hard. But no matter how many times he squeezes his eyes shut, the familiar shape stays where it is on the other side of the glass each time he opens them again.

His heartbeat thumps, loud and wet, in his ears.

Like the shot of a gun, the man stumbles gracelessly into action: loping around the end of the bar and slipping slightly on the wet tile as he heads towards the door. He fiddles with the lock as he struggles to unlatch it, accidentally trying to force it the wrong way in his haste before eventually getting it right. When he finally throws open the door, a gust of cool night air flooding into the restaurant along with it, he takes in a deep, gasping breath.

“Hey.”

His voice is shaky when he greets you—mostly air and very little shape to the word.

You stare at him from a few paces away, your arms crossed firmly over your chest and a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth. Osamu thinks you look pretty when you’re mad. He always has. But it’s worse now because he knows all too well that he shouldn’t—because he knows you’re mad at him. 

You seem to have something to say, he can tell as much from the almost spiteful glint in your eyes, but you stay tightlipped as you simply stare at him.

“D’ya… wanna come in?” Osamu asks, still holding the door open. He nods his head back into the shop. “Still got some stuff prepped, I could make ya—“

“You’re a jerk.”

Osamu blinks, taken aback.

“Yeah,” he agrees plainly after a moment, thinking it’s only fair of you to say given then circumstances. 

His concurrence only seems to upset you more.

“Like, you’re a real asshole, y’know that?” You’re nearly spitting you’re so angry, your features twisted up in contempt. Your arms uncross and drop down to your sides, and Osamu watches as your hands ball into fists. He’s the one who taught you how to throw a punch, years and years ago now, and he’s wondering if he’s about to experience a practical demonstration of his teaching abilities firsthand.

“I don’t necessarily disagree.” He nods, agreeing with you once more, though this time his response is slower, more hesitant—not because he doesn’t mean it, but because he’s not sure that it’s what you want to hear.

“Ugh!” Your following exclamation is loud, and palpably frustrated, all but confirming his suspicions. “You…!”

Your tone is climbing with every passing second, and Osamu looks furtively up and down the road around the two of you. It’s late in the evening but there are still a few people out, and he sees heads turning in your direction at the commotion.

“Hey,” he says, his own voice dropping in volume but still pleading all the same. “My name’s on the door and we’re gettin’ some weird looks. I wanna hear everythin’ you have to say, but could you please just say it to me inside?”

You look at him blankly, your lips puckering into a petulant, unhappy pout. You seem like you want to say no, to keep causing a scene, and for a second Osamu really thinks you’re about to round in on him again. Instead you trudge forward, stomping past him over the threshold of Onigiri Miya.

Osamu hesitates for a moment after you pass, half in shock and half in relief, and then he lets the door swing closed and locks it behind him for good measure—he’s not sure he wants any unsuspecting people coming in search of onigiri and stumbling upon a brawl.

It’s dim in the restaurant when he turns to face you, but he can still see your fury burning in the dark.

Neither of you say anything.

“You can keep goin’ if you want,” Osamu is eventually the first to speak, and he means what he says. This is the least of the punishment he deserves, after all. And hearing you yell at him is markedly better than the silence.

“Martyrdom doesn’t suit you at all,” you mutter sullenly.

Osamu sighs, scrubbing his hand over his face. “I just wantcha to say whatcha came here to say.”

You begin to pace as you work through your thoughts, slowly walking back and forth in front of the counter, picking at your cuticles. You’d put a fair amount of distance between the two of you, and he’s sure it was intentional. Osamu keeps himself confined to the entryway near the door, while you walk a path back and forth along the length of the service counter. His eyes follow every step you take, like a captivated child watching fish at the aquarium.

“I had a terrible dream last night,—” you finally force the words out, your feet stilling against the shiny tile as your pacing comes to a sudden halt.

Osamu decides to just do the right thing and shut the hell up for once, giving you the floor.

“—I was going to buy 30 kilos of rice from Kita-san’s farm—”

That’s a lot of rice, Osamu wants to note, but his lips part to let the words through and then he decides better of it.

“—and I was there, at the farm, and then Kita-san started telling me that you got married and had a baby. A baby, Samu! Kita-san standing there telling me all these terrible things with that big bag of rice in my hands, and I couldn’t even get mad at him because he’s Kita! So I just had to listen to him go on and on and on about the venue and the flowers and the baby name that you picked out. And the more he’d tell me the worse it was, and the bag of rice just kept getting heavier.” Your teeth bite down so hard into your lip as you suck in a breath that Osamu's amazed he doesn’t see blood. “I was hearing all of these things—terrible things—and all I could think was that I should have been there to see all of that for myself. I shouldn’t have been hearing about it from someone else. And I realized that you were living a whole life apart from me, a life that I didn’t know about or get to be a part of, and it just kept getting worse and worse and I woke up and I felt like I was going to scream.”

You’re out of breath by the time you finish your rambling thought, your chest heaving and your eyes wild and your mouth faintly wet. You look to him, and Osamu doesn’t see that same indignation in your eyes anymore, only hurt. He watches as the expression hardens again, whets itself like a blade—sharpened not in anger, but rather in resolve. In resignation.

“That day. I looked for you first.”

Osamu feels lost now. Are you still talking about that dream?

You understand without him saying it, and explain yourself further. “In high school. The day that I kissed Suna.”

Osamu’s stomach drops, all of the blood rushing to his head so quickly that the shop begins to spin a little around him. He can hear his pulse in his ears. He can feel it in his throat. He can’t help the twist of jealousy in the pit of his stomach, writhing and ugly though it may be, at the mere mention of his friend’s name. He doesn’t have the right to feel the way he feels, but it happens all the same.

“I looked for you,” you keep going, like you’ve broken a seal and have to let it all out. Osamu doesn’t dare try to stop you. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. He watches on like it’s a conversation that’s happening not with him but rather to him. “You were eating lunch with Tsumu in your classroom. I realized he would have had a fit if he knew that I was asking you and not him. I thought about asking him but…”

Osamu can’t feel his fingers from how tightly his hands are balled into fists at his side. His lungs burn in his chest—the breath he’s holding having long since lost the oxygen his body needs, though he can’t seem to draw in another.

“If it wasn’t you, I didn’t care who it was. So I asked Suna.”

The young man processes your words slowly. Incompletely. Like only every third word seems to register.

“Ya wanted me to be yer first kiss?” It’s not the question he ought to ask you but it’s the one his brain chooses to spit out.

Your reply is frustrated, but with an unmistakably melancholic rasp running through it. “Yeah. I did.”

Somewhere distantly, Osamu recognizes a sharp, stinging pain. An ache as part of him realizes that it could have been him. All along. All this time. Him. But the pain is muted, because part of him—most of him—still doesn’t quite understand.

“I think that was the first time I realized it.” 

Osamu watches your face, maps the achingly familiar lines and dips and curves of your features as he tries to read meaning in the space between your words. But he still finds nothing.

“I liked you, Samu. More than I should have. Differently than I liked Tsumu, or Suna, or any other guy.” You laugh, but it’s a hollow, watery sound. “I realized it and it was awful.”

You’re waiting for him to say something, but Osamu is at a loss for words. No, that’s not quite it either. It’s not that he has nothing to say, but that he has everything he wants to say to you. To ask you. But he doesn’t know where to start, or how to sort through them, or even how to will his lips, teeth, and tongue to shape any of them.

“You… Y’know ya don’t have to say this,” his voice is tight, like a rope drawn to secure a knot not unlike the one in his throat, when he finally manages to speak. “Ya don’t have to pretend or convince yourself that you… felt the same as me. I care about ya too much to ever ask that.”

You laugh—a single, sharp, distinctly mirthless ha!—as you throw your hands up in exasperation. “There you go again not letting me have any say, Samu!” You punctuate your exclamation with a frustrated little sound. “Stop deciding things all on your own and just listen to me.”

That shuts him up again.

“I thought I was over it,”—you begin to pace once more, your steps slow and measured—“I really did. I told myself it would never happen and moved on because I never ever wanted to fuck things up between us. Between any of us.

“You told me that you’ve loved me your whole life, but you don’t know if or when something changed. I do. I had a singular moment that I could point to where I realized that if I did or said the wrong thing after that, I could fuck up something that meant more to me than anything else in the world. Even if you felt the same way I did, there’s no guarantee that something like that would work out. But if we tried and it didn’t work, we wouldn’t be able to just go back to how things were. So I told myself that no matter what I wouldn’t. No matter how hard it was or how awful it felt. I could get over it if it meant I never had to lose you. And it was fine. For years it was fine. We were fine. Everything was fine. And then I lost you anyway.”

You suddenly stop pacing and crouch down, your arms winding themselves around your knees as if to comfort yourself. 

“That night, when you…” You swallow, and risk a glance up at him. “I don’t think I’m over it.”

Osamu feels like he might die. Maybe he did already. Maybe this is his life passing before his eyes, because it’s always been you anyway.

“But it’s scary, Samu,” your voice is so small, so vulnerable, when you speak to him again. You’re trembling as you hold yourself. “Aren’t you scared?”

Osamu is suddenly reminded of that fall day in the woods, so many years ago now. Reminded of two kids who didn’t know what they were doing. Who didn’t know anything. But who knew each other.

Slowly, Osamu crouches too—his joints cracking in protestation as he drops his body down to your level. Your eyes never leave his.

“Yeah,” he says, after a moment. Soft but sure. “‘Course I am.”

You let out a soggy, incredulous laugh, but it somehow doesn’t feel out of place. He watches as you reach up and scrub at your eyes.

“I love you,” Osamu says, because it’s true. Because there’s no other words he can possibly think to say in this situation. Because it’s the only thing that he has in his mind.

You look over at him, sniffling a little, wiping at your running nose with the back of your hand in a way that Osamu absolutely should not find as endearing as he does. “How can you just say it like that? Like it’s so easy?”

Osamu wants to laugh too, like you did earlier, but he worries that the sound might come off as almost hysterical thanks to the misplaced hope he can feel simmering in the pit of his stomach. “Sayin’ it’s the hard part, that’s why it took me so long. But I’ve spent forever lovin’ ya. S’always been the easiest bit.”

You choke back a sob, your head hanging defeatedly as your body slackens. You’re a ghost of the angry little thing that was outside of his door only a few minutes earlier, but more yourself now than Osamu has seen you in weeks.

“What about you?” he poses the question so quietly he might worry you didn’t hear him if not for how silent the dark shop is around you both.

“What do you mean?” You know what he means. He knows you know what he means. You’re stalling, trying to buy yourself time that’s run out now.

“Do you love me?” he asks, praying to anyone who’s listening that he’s been a good enough man up until this point to deserve the answer that he wants to hear more than anything else in the world.

“Of course I do,” you say evasively, refusing to meet his gaze. But it’s not the same. It’s not enough.

“But are you in love with me?” Osamu finally dares to ask.

There’s a stretch of the most painful, profound silence that either of you have ever experienced. It goes on for an eternity, though the clock hands in the corner say differently.

You still refuse to look at him, your gaze fixed instead to a point on the wall on the other side of the restaurant. Osamu watches how the light from the windows catches in the tears that cling to your bottom lashes.

“Yeah, I am,” you say, barely a whisper. You speak the confession like it’s the most terrifying thing imaginable. Like it's wretched.

And it is maybe, but Osamu’s never felt happier to hear anything in all his life—he feels a rush of something so visceral and elated flowing through him, he thinks he might pass out.

“Can I touch ya?” he asks hesitantly, his voice thick and unlike its normal tone. He hardly recognizes it as his own.

You peek over at him for the first time, and Osamu revels in the feeling of having your eyes on him. Delights in watching you watch him and knowing that behind the gaze is the same feeling as the one he holds inside of himself. You consider it for a moment, and he doesn’t dare rush you, but eventually—mercifully—you nod. 

Osamu inches forward slowly and wraps you in his arms. Your body relaxes into his hold instantly, and he pulls you into his lap on the tiled floor. He holds you so tightly that he’s scared he might break you, but he still can’t find it in himself to be more delicate. You cling to him anyway.

It’s the first time he’s touched you in months, but every inch of you is still known to him. Still familiar in every way that matters. You smell the same. You feel the same. You’re soft and warm just like always. Osamu buries his face into the crook of your neck, and your fingers eventually lift to play with the hair at his nape. He holds you, and holds you, and holds you more—sating a thirst that’s been building for longer than the time the two of you have been apart.

And you let him.

You hold him too, in the same way.

“If I kiss ya, you gonna cry again?” Osamu asks you quietly after a while, his lips brushing against your throat as he murmurs the words.

You snort, your fingers twisting into the material of his t-shirt at his shoulders. Osamu peels himself away from you and looks up, and finds that your faces are so close. Too close, in any other circumstance.

His palm lifts, cupping your cheek in his hand, running his thumb against the smooth skin underneath.

“Shut up, Samu,” you say, a little smile twisting up the corner of your mouth.

And Osamu happily obliges by pressing his lips to yours.

[kingslayerstew]

this is why i haaaaate the aurane seduced loras theory wtf r we talking that is not loras. the reason he himself explicitly gave for joining a celibate order is because he thinks hed never find love again and its SO clear he still thinks abt renly all the time and misses him constantly. but nooo somehow he magically got over this after meeting 1 handsome man or he was just pretending like pls. loras is surrounded by handsome men he dgafffff. literally at no point does he ever comment on peoples looks aside from superficially calling sansa beautiful. this is a teenage boy with major main character syndrome who thinks everyone who isnt his friend or relative is an NPC. renly wasnt some rando he fell in love cos he was hot the two of them grew up in storms end together😭 aurane is a nobody and cersei got him on the council but loras mr ego himself wouldve set aside his pride to pimp himself out to aurane for house tyrell yeah sure

[i-just-want-to-destroy]

the last chapter for walking study in demonology was CRAZYYY im so happy you updated. im so curious about what your thought process in writing it and if youre willing to share?? you dont have to if you dont want to btw! but in any case thank u so muchhh

hey thank you! appreciate it

okay super long answer below

honestly this one was difficult. idk if its bc its been a while since i write fics from scratch so i might have forgotten how difficult the whole thing is, but this one was tough. ch 8 wasnt from scratch tho cos i had the drafts since like 2022 or smthg lol

ik the formatting is non conventional in ch 8 and i was aware that itd be hard to read for some people. but i do think abt the readers often when i write.. mainly not what the readers want in terms of storyline (altho ofc i consider this too sometimes lol) but what the reading experience will be like for them.

i.e consider if id written the chapter in a linear, traditional way and narrated the confrontation between 1-A and LoV (or even other wackier “Villains” like godzilla and invading aliens or whatever). the truth is, although def easier to read, that version will be very boring.

(i know bc i tried and scrapped those versions.)

(im sure a better writer can write it interestingly but i am not a better writer.)

the thing w writing these traditional fight scenes is tht im sure — im 1000% positive in fact — that the readers have read it before. there r literally thousands and thousands of bnha fics out there with great fight scenes, on top of the actual manga, where youve read these characters fight their assorted villains. why would i make you read that again, esp when i know i cant do it better? i already know the readers r just gonna skim the chapter if thats the case. ive been a reader, ik what fic fatigue is like — esp with bnha when everythings been rehashed infinity times in infinity different ways.

same thing also applies with even the “metaness” of the fic itself.

i dont want the fic to come off like its talking down to readers, whom i believe alrdy have the instinctual knowledge of what the fic is trying to do. im willing to bet tht the readers have read something similar to this before, like multiverses n time loop n meta stuff, also cosmic horror. i still end up narrating some things even though often i feel im being too explanatory. i jst feel like the readers will know what im talking abt by virtue of their familiarity to the tropes involved.

therefore the least i can do is serve it in an interesting way, aka the fuckass formatting. like although the tropes im doing r done so many times before, at the very least i cld let the readers hopefully have fun by piecing it together puzzle-style with the fragmented formats — so its more of an experience thing rather than jst a lore dump. i dont like lore dumps, they can be condescending.

demonology def doesnt succeed in avoiding that however. in fact its fallen to that exact trap. ch 4 and 6, those r very lore-dumpy. i tried to make it fun w the humor dialogue style but its not perfect. i know tht by ch 8 that tricks alrdy old, and the readers have all the puzzle pieces at this point anyway so itd be even more repetitive than it alrdy is. even so i still feel im being too explanatory esp with the emotional arcs but thats a skill issue on my part

overall i feel demon can be more oblique and “elegant” in its mechanics.

but anyway, it IS crack… it was never meant to promise intelligence, least of all eloquence lmfao. its never meant to be taken seriously.

of course, at this point u can tell that i actually am taking it pretty seriously LOL. i never meant to write meta fiction. i have some gripes w it, namely that i feel meta fiction is used by weaker writers as a storytelling crutch n it can come off as lazy — demon is guilty of this too. but now that i end up writing meta fiction, i might as well fucking commit and try to push it as crazy as i can. if its not gonna be good, at least it can be interesting, or weird.

blah blah im yapping. point is, ik the end product might look very “random” and pastiche as if i was jst doing whatever i wanted … which, true … but it went thru a lot of trials and errors until this final version. you would not believe the amount of time ive rewritten this chapter, due to all those ^ considerations.

however i always knew i was going to start ch8 with the classic mary sue “fanfiction” — that segment was written a long time ago like in 2022/2023?? and mostly stayed unedited since, unlike the rest of the fic which i stripped and repainted and restripped again lol

ok thanks for reading abt my wack anime crack fic writing process that, again, shld not be taken seriously. i will admit however that i do put a lot of effort n heart into it so i cannot pretend i am aloof and disaffected. id be lying if i say its been easy. i consider it a miracle i updated at all. i keep saying its not meant to be taken serious but if i managed to make it even a little bit meaningful, id be very happy.

ah also. bnha ending actually forced me to scrap a lot of things too. but it kinda ends up for the better, maybe.

[antisocialgaycat]

can u talk to me abt literally anything idc what it is I just need to have some sort of social interaction

please

ok sure u get the honour of hearing about my day

i had band which was the same as usual (boring) but we have a new piece which sounds like all the others (also boring)

and then we went to the swimming carnival yippee

i did 3 races and came last in none of them and our freestyle relay team came first so that slayed

but in the end @quackethh 's house won and we came either 3rd or 4th idk i wasnt listening

oh and also the absolute bitch of @chronicallyoffline432 was SICK and WASNT THERE which was so fucking rude cos shes in my house

anyways yes

how was ur day bestie

[noxlotl]

no doubt youve been asked a bunch abt ur animation process and stuff, but i was wondering which version of clip studio paint you use?

iv been thinking of buying it more specifically for animation but wasnt sure if it was worth getting EX or if pro was enough?

i missed this ask entirely sorry for the late reply, I use Clip studio Paint Ex.

the main difference with Pro and Ex animation wise is the number of frames you can do , Pro only lets you do do 24 frames . so it kinda depends on what kind of animations you wanna make ? cos you can technically work with just 24 frames if its just very short animations ? and animatics/storyboards generally dont use up a lot of frames . a work around would be to export it all and compile it to a video editor . I suggest trying that workflow first before upgrading to Ex cos Ex is pretty darn pricey in comparison to Pro.

[chuuyascumsock]

HII

Okay so first of all(to your disappointment im sure)/jk chuuya actually wasnt on my brain during the exam😔

Also also

OMG

Send denial chan my way

Ill frick them up! (with my words and intellectual insults i learned from instagram😭;becauseee i cannot fight for shittt)

Also also

🪷 WHAT IN THE CINNAMON TOAST FUCK WAS THAT(good)

And lemme say i would neverrrr condone that behavior irl,

BUT HOLY SHIZZBIT FICTION IS A LAWLESS LAND COS OOHHHH LAWDDDD THAT WAS ACTUALLY LOW KEY/(very high key)

HOT AS FUCKK AND THE COURT TALK???? GURL I KNOW NEXT TO NOTHING ABT THE LAW(criminal law i mean😭)

BUT AHHHHHHHH

ALSO YOUR ADDITION KILLED ME.

He would absolutely be smug as he leaves you fuckin unraveled!

Also imagine if they actually go with the case (chuuyas lowkey pissed, but the sx was good so he’s also not that mad but he also is cos well…you kinda lied)

But then in court your arguments and performance (LIKE THE THING THE DEFENDANT DOES TO PUT THE BAD GUY IN JAIL) isnt nearly enough to convict chuuyas subordinate.

So after the trial,he pulls you into an old unoccupied office and fuckin rails you hard as a little thank you☺️🫶

Imagine him fucking you dumb while his breathy voice plays in your ear, “had me fooled for a second doll…didnt think you’d *thrust* hold up your *thrust* end of the *thrust* bargain~”

And when you’re so out of if as he says “what do you have to say for yourself defendant?”

And you wrap your arms around his neck before saying, “sorry your honour id like to plead not guilty by reason of insanity” as you kiss him hard,his grip on your hips tightening as you two make out.

The law books in the shelves around you watch you in horror but honestly,right then you feel too good to give a fuck about the law. The only law that matters is the law of attraction and by God are you attracted to this walking weapon of a man~

(I hope i made a nice little contribution to the horny bandwagon🫡)

Also as always,slay safe and stay safe and may your exams go better too🥲

-🧀

NOOOO, CHUUYA WASN’T ON YOUR MIND? DISHONOR. DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW—

Denial-Chan has been spamming me with nice silly lil messages cause they’re in love with me :)

THE “What do you have to say for yourself, defendant?” WHILE REARRANGING YOUR GUTS PART IS KILLING ME CAUSE I JUST VISUALLY HEARD THAT IN MY BRAIN IN HIS VOICE AHHHH 😳

Also thank you, but I have a deep feeling in my girl balls that I’m going to fail my exams LMAO <3 Keep on w/ your studies though. Fuck that college up (unspecified whether I mean sexually or violently).

[sorryimananti-romantic]

oh my god i need to bury myself asap

so i came across this lil san imagines that was posted with an anon reply and i was readinf it THINKJNG IT WAS YOU AAAJSJSKKSJS

i wrote like idk 20 words abt how i loved your writjng JjsbxjxnisONLY TO FIND OUT IT WASNT YOU??

the embarrastment i felt when i saw eightmakesonebraincell instead of sorryimanantiromantic byyeyeye ive never deleted a reply that fast b4

no use going anon cos im pretty sure loren knows my identity AAAAJSKKSKSMS this is so embarrassing wtf

im QUAKING in my socks rn HRLPP

HAHAHAHAHAHAH that's so funny but hey-

if it's loren you better have said all the good things about her little imagine anyway okay she's literally my other half LOL

secondly reveal your identity or else im asking loren if she got a notif about a reply that got deleted later (she may have actually missed that she's quite busy these days) BUT THAT'S ACTUALLY SO FUNNY AHAHAHAHA ITS HAPPENED TO ME TOO LIKE THE EMBARRASSMENT IS SO REAL YOU FEEL ALL HOT AND FLUSHED LIKE NO WAY AM I THAT STUPID?? 🤡🤡

[edited: nvm i was right it is you hehe]

[kil9]

re: the taemin thing (sorry im so annoying about this but i feel you wanna talk about it as much as me!). i wanted to mention his blinking habit too, but as someone who is not autistic myself (not diagnosticated at least lmao) i was afraid it was just me making assumption but you noticed it to so!!! cool. anyway i could say many more things but the line between being just a strange little dude and being a strange little autistic dude is so thin!!! (like the fact that he eats random stuff at unlikely times of the day or that he's so forgetful). ANYWAY!!!!!! i just really love him and how shinee adapts their behaviour around him to make sure hes comfortable

YES ur never annoying i absolutely wanna talk abt it forever 🥺🥺

(this got kinda long so im putting it in the readmore lol)

but yeah the blinking habit for real !!! ur definitely not wrong to pick up on that ! (i even sponged it from him sometimes lol x_x) its cool that non autistic ppl have an interest in this stuff tbh :3 i think that more ppl understanding autism and all the weird specifics of it is rly the key to our happiness ykno 🤔because most non autistic ppl know literally. jack shit.

also the eating thing YEAH 😭😭 thats also so autism to me. shinee is so good to him !!!! u can tell that even if they dont know WHY he is the way he is, that theyve figured out how he works and how to treat him....

there was such a moment in the 15m thing when key was asking taemin to "prepare" the veggies... and taemin got such a look of dread where hes like "what...... wdym.. ?" & kibum has to be like "CUT THEM taemin" lol 💀💀 its such a silly moment but its SOO quintessential to me for both what its like to be autistic (ie: what the fuck are u saying to me "prepare" this. as if im supposed to know what that means), and what its like to be close with an autistic person (kibum having to kinda remember to "translate" what hes saying for taemin so he knows what hes talking about, it reminds me of how my partner is with me sometimes 🥺)

also back to when im saying they probably dont know why he is the way he is, even if they know all his ins and outs, i think this is probably the same for taemin 🤔 he strikes me as someone who prob doesnt know hes autistic, just knows hes "weird" and "different" and has figured out how to live like that despite. reminds me of myself kind of, cos i wasnt "diagnosed" (used loosely) until maybe 19 ? which is still young but at that point i had already been thru school and everything not knowing x_x its definitely possible to figure your life out & how you work without a diagnosis, and i think it happens all the time, but its also really really hard. i think having a name for it and something u can actually research & learn about is rly helpful. so even tho hes like 30 now im still kinda always hoping he realises 🤔 if it makes his life that much easier ykno ?

this is also why it pisses me off so much that ppl get THAT up in arms when this is brought up. ppl act like falsely "accusing" someone of being autistic will ruin their life, when really its basically harmless (obviously unless ur directly using it as an insult). even the opposite might be true 🤷‍♂️ someone can rly benefit from realising about themselves. also why im so pro self dx !!! even if everyone is "misdiagnosing" themselves these days (🙄 which prob isnt true anyway) like. whats the worst that could happen ? why does it matter if someone is wrong... they might still find some info that will help them 🤷‍♂️ theres not really any autism "resources" that are in scarcity so i dont rly care if someone thinks they are even if theyre not ?

[shallyne]

Feysand Musicians HC

Ok i know nil abt music, band, or orchestra stuff so bear with me

Rhysand and the gang are part of a rock band and he's the bass player (still not sure if azriel's the bass player or rhys but i do like the bass for either of them ‘cos i think they can rock the bass both and it’s such a sexy instrument and gives off this dark, cool, and sexy vibe mmmmmm)

Aside from knowing how to play the guitar or bass, azriel just dominates playing stringed instruments in general and i can also see him uniquely playing an electric violin in their band

Cass obv has drummer's energy

Helion also plays the guitar but prefers and is the keyboards man of the grp

Tarquin def. plays the guitar and is the primary vocalist

Rhys and helion can be secondary singers

Azriel can sing too being that he's dubbed as the “shadowsinger” but opts out of singing in public in general (his singing is reserved for elain only)

I think it’s safe to conclude that theyre all good with their fingers 😏

Their band name is “Court of Dreams” but note that im not that creative so maybe another band name suits these boys better

And their songs are all the rage rn. Up for awards and everything

Ive thought of mor and amren originally being in the band instead of tarquin and helion but i guess here theyre the manager or producer or smth

Moving on with Rhysand’s lady love

In contrast with Rhys’s rock band aesthetic, Feyre's a classical music player

Feyre was deemed a musical prodigy since she was 4 y.o. and currently knows how to play a few classical stringed instruments (cello, violin, viola, double bass), the piano, and the oboe

She can play a few other instruments, too (like percussion ones and this is just a tidbit where cassian and her become fast friends because of it and tries to one up each other with their own percussive skills)

One day, as part of their ongoing tour, the band finds themselves arriving at xyz airport

Feyre also happens to there at xyz city airport to do a violin concerto later that evening

Now let's just say that feyre's violin and azriel's violin got swapped and Feyre didnt notice immediately bec. she wasnt paying attention due to being in a rush to see her sisters for brunch before going to her concert and she was running late and nesta was getting hangry

Azriel on the other hand ofc notices that a girl mistook his violin for hers immediately and was about to follow her himself but the universe suddenly gave him an emergency that needed his personal attending to which is why Rhysand volunteers to get his e. violin for his brother

Luckily their band wasnt due to play their own concert to that same day so Rhys was able to take his time tracking the girl who had Azriel's violin

Sometime later, Feyre had only noticed that the violin she had wasnt hers and planned to track down her precious baby instrument despite only having 45 mins before the concerto starts

Not letting her spiral further into panic, her friend Ressina somehow procured and lent Feyre a different violin to play for the time being and promised that she'll go find Feyre's violin at the airport on her behalf

Rhys somehow stumbled upon Ressina along the way and they finally exchanged the violins that they had but before he could go, she invited him to watch the concerto

Rhysand respected all kinds of music. Sure he wasnt the biggest fan of classical pieces but it just wasn't his cup of tea

That is until he saw Feyre playing the violin and simultaenously thought that she's the most beautiful woman she's ever seen

Truly aside from the astounding woman in front of him, he didnt have any words to describe how magnificent she was while playing the violin and was enraptured immediately as if in a trance for the whole half hour of the concerto

After the show, Rhysand didnt waste any time wanting to meet Feyre

Feyre upon seeing Rhys ofc was stunned for a few seconds with Rhysand’s beauty

Rhys thought maybe she was just starstrucked to see him knowing his band and all but he introduced himself all the same

Ressina intervened and explained Rhysand's presence and Feyre bursted into tears with happiness and gratitude hugging rhysand for returning her violin

A few mins. of small talk between the 2 revealed that Feyre didnt have a clue who he was and had no inkling of his band whatsoever (bec. feyre lives under a rock apparently)

Feyre wanted to give him a gift as a thank-you but rhysand saw the opportunity of inviting Feyre to their concert instead as a VIP since he already deemed being able to witness her wonderful performance earlier as her gift to him

Feyre accepted and ended up being a fan of the CoD after the concert and where his band mates, along with mor and amren, took an immediate liking to Feyre and quickly welcomed her as part of the CoD family

Feyre and Rhysand were clearly smitten with each other and went on dates and ended up getting married after 2 years

Silence was an foreign entity in the their musical household and the couple was glad to see that their children also took up and found solace in the music that brought these two darlings together

What say u?

🍊 anon

I think it’s safe to conclude that theyre all good with their fingers 😏

I'M SCREAMING ANON

I really really like your musician headcanon! My modern Nyx plays the electric guitar so I can definitely see Rhys doing the same. Like father like son, yk

One thing is just that I can't see Feyre playing any instrument 😂 that's not your fault but I just headcanoned Feyre as being bad at music in my head.

I do think Feyre would love the Court of Dreams Rock music! I think she's that kind of person that doesn't have one favorite genre. I think that she went the classical way because it's how she grew up in the Archeron household but the minute she discovers different genres she's like HELL YEAH! Metal, Rock, Pop, Hip Hop, all that stuff

[wibble-wobbegong]

ok i caved and made a pinterest board (which i can add u as a co-creator on if u want? and if i can figure out how to do that?) but i definitely agree on mike wearing darker colours/more punk stuff. in the board i have better refs w more of that vibe. i would luv ur thoughts on hairstyles tho, as i feel like he would keep his current hairstyle, but a bit longer. more reminiscent of eddie but still his own style, yknow? also accessorizing . he definitely seems to luv Things so i feel like he would Own quite a bit of jewelry (mostly necklaces and bracelets?) but probably wouldnt Wear a majority of them lol (no this isnt me projecting idk what u mean)

as for the will fits, i get what u mean abt more form fitting stuff and will definitely b taking that into account (in my head the shirts r for sure tighter but wow is it hard to find good refs like that) the only thing im not 100% on is his hair? i mean i definitely think he would do the middle/sorta side part swoopy 90s boyband bangs but.. hm. idk. maybe i am 100% on his hair lol. and for accessories i think he would like fun matching belts for different outfits (see: the colour-coded belts in s4) and maybe some bracelets and that would b his way of adding More to his fits w/o being super out-there? yknow?? like he definitely doesnt seem like the person to wear smth attention-grabbing like super bright stuff (like u said) but he would like to dabble/play w that kinda style thru smaller more subtle accessories? if that makes sense at all.

im glad it wasnt super weird ! this is fun to discuss imo :)

ok so i have Zero Opinions on hair, though it’s become commonplace that will gets his little swoop and mike grows his hair out more. you could get fun with it and give them a little color!!

ACCESSORIES. i completely forgot those were a thing BUT for mike:

- necklaces but they’re dangly and usually the charm piece is metal because he likes to bite/chew on it and metal tastes good, but the charm itself could be anything

- bracelets i imagine Suck for him because of his bony wrists and the way things are constantly sliding (my sister has a similar body type to him and bracelets never sit for her so thats what im going off of) except for those soft friendship bracelets you can tighten because 1) comfy material 2) adjustable

- i can see mike getting his ears pierced and THAT is where the stupidness goes in his accessories. he and will and el go out to shops and buy the ones they find funny or cute so he has like. this range

but he can cover it with his hair 90% of the time, only tucking his hair back to show them to people to make them laugh or show off a little

and then for will, accessory wise, i imagine him enjoying those little leather cluster bracelets

like this kinda stuff + friendship bracelets (naturally)

- i don’t think he’d wear necklaces with the Sole Exception being a chain with the ring of power on it (not a fan of anything being near his throat usually but being a nerd overpowers trauma trust me)

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jonathan gave him a photo of the demogorgon when he got home after s1 and hopper gave him a copy of his possessed brain scan. i think he’d get a kick out of wearing stuff like this around the house for fun . not even to be scary he just thinks it’s Funny

[chaoticsaints]

I find it pretty funny that Keith David is a president/vice president in Rick and Morty and Saints Row 4. Do you think their universes could be connected?

To be honest with you, I do. ive thought about this since i was like 16, but i also thought the idea was slightly cringe (at the time, now i let my cringe free). i could soo totally see boss and rick getting along so well, the fact theyre both reckless and flirty, the way they both act like "im tough, i dont care about anyone" but in reality they care so much that theyre willing to sacrifice themselves for their loved ones. plus cmon, the fact they both can not only avoid authority so well, but the fact theyve both been able to get out of jail with little to no actual punishment for their crimes? oh thats best friends right there i think. plus we can imply that saints row has some sort of canon/lore connection to adult swim tv show lore anyways, since jimmy - the guy who makes Johnny tag in the clones dlc for saints row 3 - is clearly supposed to be the nerd from robot chicken (literally even featuring the same voice - which iirc is done by seth green)

additionally with the fact that a song from the tim and eric show (the sports theme) as well as the aqua teen hunger force them and a MF doom song being included on the radio sound track? i mean i know adult swim did contribute to the game, but its not entirely clear in what way the adult swim universe is tied into saints row. especially cos they drop nearly all references to it outside of the fact im pretty sure you can have johnny tag and clone aisha as companions in sr4 (not entirely sure though since its been months since i played sr4 last and you do have to unlock them).

plus the line that the president has in the "get schwifty" episode' "...I'm the goddamn president of the united fucking states"... totally sounds like something he'd say when being confronted by boss for his backstabbing...

which honestly not to be tangential but i have to talk about that now bc im sooo realizing how genius it is to make keith backstab boss.... especially because he does it right before you get put into a simulation where you have to fight Julius little? i may hark on saints row 4's writing but goddd the fan service they give to us can be soo good. It almost makes me wonder if keith david is a clone or hologram that zinyak made specifically to betray/trick boss - especially since hes the only one (other than Benjamin king, but this you could argue Ben wasnt immune to it, since it was teased in the cutscene, plus you could make the point that boss doesnt see Ben the same way they see someone like johnny whos been a long time friend and companion and even someone like matt miller, who may be a genuine threat - posessing skills boss doesnt have/understands - but boss still sees him as "lesser" or equal to them bc of who matt is outside of his keyboard) who rejects boss' advances in the ship. especially because his bitterness not only towards boss, but zinyak. He makes a mention of originally campaigning to be the president before "zinyak kicked the stool out from under him", and since hes aware earth is gone... why would he care abt being president of holograms? some of the plot points they make in sr4 are a tad annoying for the reason that they love to set up stuff like this, and the audio log collectables tell us so much, yet, they wont do anything with it unless its inherently funny.

dont get me wrong, love saints row's humor but i just wish they wouldnt sacrifice interesting plots and characters for it. And i wish they would solidify canon more.

TLDR; i do think saints row and rick and morty are connected in some way yes. the way i think the saints row universe is indeed intertwined with other adult swims shows due to saints row 3 giving us plenty of hints that the universe are connected in some way.

[vvarcrime]

HtaH Dashboard Simulator

🦆bitethehandthatpromises Follow

I will be honest keeping jean-luc in a room for 20 years was probably not the nicest thing to do to him but he DID directly cause thousands of deaths. It was that or killing him outright. At least this way he finally gets to live his shit dream of being mark van santen's loser boytoy in his 50s. Honestly i think the fact that he was still into him is what really needs discussing here. Is the grand archon okay.

🌅 patricides Follow

No way Manon Delaforêt is doing prison state apologia on my fucking dash rn

🦆 bitethehandthatpromises Follow

Oh hi there giselle "patricides" o'sullivan id love to hear more about what you think an appropriate, constructive reaction to violent murder is

🌅 patricides Follow

Hey

🦆bitethehandthatpromises Follow

Please tell me more about how you think i should have dealt with my dad

🌟vvarcrime Follow

I love learning about the Fall of the Rationalists' League, honestly. There is a nonzero chance that manon's dad having workplace relations would have prevented mass murder.

🫒unidentifiedbaby Follow

btw just so everyone knows whilst trading pows was absolutely in the talks. manon pulling jean-luc delaforêt our of her literal basement and selling him back to the ga for a full release of all coalition pows and then some was not discussed because she failed to mention that he was even alive. that level of resource cultivation would be so impressive if it wasn't basically land mutiny.

🌟vvarcrime Follow

Cranky cos u didnt get to grill him before he got traded off? 🥺

🫒unidentifiedbaby Follow

JUST A TAD.

🌟vvarcrime Follow

🗿fiendberg Follow

My dick is NOT that good

🐠greyspawnofficial Follow

Jack Valerian has been coping and seething abt the Jean-Luc thing all day which would be hilarious if I wasnt also so miffed. About the Jean-Luc thing.

🌅 patricides Follow

Hey boss its ok im sure youre great at unlawful detention too

😈 vixiegracebignaturals Follow

o so NOW people care about illegaly ditaining ppl in basements? white man privilige smh when i was illegaly ditained in a basement nobody cared exept ophelia and she put me there 💀

🌟vvarcrime Follow

KAEDE???

😈vixiegracebignaturals Follow

no. someone else. sorry vivienne lorelei grace, who i do not know

⁉️cassandyass Follow

I cant believe jean is still alive i hope mark rides his shiny new boytoy so hard he has a heart attack and dies

🥶likefromwaterhouse Follow

mark or jean-luc?

⁉️cassandyass Follow

Yeah

🌅 patricides Follow

JEAN-LUC DELAFORÊT IS MANON DELAFORÊT'S WHAT

🫒unidentifiedbaby Follow

With all due respect, they have the same surname??

��� patricides Follow

Thank you for your input, Jack! Do you also think i am related to the fucking twins at st. Claire's

🥶likefromwaterhouse Follow

You know usually i get very annoyed thinking about the amount of work i did for the GA & the fact that they keep using it to make god-men out of war criminals but i do genuinely hope they devote the time and resources necessary to clone Jean-Luc new eyes, only to completely forget that 20 years of total blindness will have resulted in his brain completely overwriting the parts that he used to see with Other Stuff. & completely waste their time.

🌟vvarcrime Follow

That can HAPPEN?

🥶likefromwaterhouse Follow

Yeah 👍

🛫sanguineish Follow

Hholy shit jeanluc alive

🌟vvarcrime Follow

Hey man hows it going

🛫 sanguineish Follow

We should. Killhim

🦆bitethehandthatpromises Follow

Sorry

🛫sanguineish Follow

My apologies! Did not mean to Qjestion yoir decision

🌅 patricides Follow

Anyone in this thread smoke weed