#dissect meeeee

[sevenswansinatrenchcoat]

Haha what if you pushed a single line into my heart? And then what if you only let through a drip drip drip to flow through the glyphs and gears? And then what if through the pain I kissed you? Haha jk.....unless?

[cakechako]

I am so normal about this piece of content (they’ve been hyper-fixated for months and suppress the urge to bring it up in conversation at all times)

[boysnberriespie]

I have so many inarticulate thoughts about Armand’s, “With a boy!”

[max-the-hecker]

Bro could you imagine danny gets dissected so bad and he's like "I'm done fighting I'm ready for peace" and he dies and wakes up in the ghost zone I can imagine he'd be SO PISSED LMFAOOOO

Or like he cartoonishly floats out of his body so now he's fully dead and he's like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEE BRUH

[jadelemonadee]

the way seabury shoos him off and then fixes his hair will always kill meeeee i need to dissect him and study his brain 😭😭😭

[undomesticated-animal]

Domi I feel like you would appreciate the following exchange:

Me: oh I just realized... academic with a dumbification kink... make them explain their research while progressively making it harder for them to talk

Beloved: ok, kind of hot

M: we can do that. eating you out while you explain death politics to me... or we could do that the other way around

B: I was in a group therapy you can't do that to meeeee now I want to eat you out while you explain sociology to meeeee. Would be kind of sexy to hear you talk about queer sociology with my mouth on you.

M: holy shit I could explain Bersani while orgasming... do you know how many LAYERS that has..... (you don't! YET!)

guess I'm off to brush up on Is The Rectum A Grave!

Holy fucking shit YuP, I was **literally** just talking to a girl (goddddd I will need to talk more about THAT later, so fun) who has been doing adult streaming for a while and we were joking about "okay but what if you like. Made people listen to you talk about socio-economic policies whenever you let them grab your tits? Like what if you just get a bunch of motherfuckers going actually I think the anarcho-tranny has a point by playing on their desperate fetishization of our bodies???" And I'm only like 57% sure either of us was joking lmao

Also: on my dating profile for like a year has been the question "if rigorous debate and dissection of an idea is foreplay, what's your opening move" and so far the only person who has actually engaged with the question with any legitimacy has been A) Stud (lol she and I have used ideological debate as foreplay for as long as we've been fucking) and B) Bear (they said that he would want to explain his theories about the evolution of video gaming console controllers). Absolutely no one else will even touch it. Which is a shame! Because it's sooooo fucking hot when people do lmao

So like. Here's the thing about bimbofication right? It makes me sooooooo fucking blushy. I regularly joke that I will never escape the bimbo allegations, no matter how many degrees I manage to get. And there is literally nothing hotter to me than when Stud is teasing me about being her cute, brainless slut when I'm just casually being super academic about something and then the words drop out from me. Way easier not to get frustrated about my increasing aphasia when every time it happens Stud's like "aw, baby did you get to distracted being horny to keep thinking? It's okay, we both know how smart you are, you don't have to actually BE smart" and OOOOOOF

Panty melt, every time

Stud did actually do what you're describing too lmao, back when I was still in school I think? Or maybe during my med certs. I needed to be able to remember SO much and I was having a hard time, so she was like "okay. As long as you keep getting study review answers right, I keep sucking your dick. You get one wrong, I stop until you get it right" and ohhhhhhh my god she would tease me when I got it wrong and sometimes I would get so worked up I couldn't POSSIBLY get anything right, at which point she was like "well then my brainless slut can't cum until it finds the right answers" and let me tell you. Getting fucked into the mattress that day was wild lmao

Anyway, I guess the point of what I'm saying is that the kink of bimbofication and a contrast kink go REALLY well together, because watching a person who definitely knows what they're talking about slowly lose control of their ability to convey meaning with intention is possibly the hottest mitzvah any of us will ever witness. Go forth and revel in the feral nature of desire my beloveds, I'm so fucking proud of you all

[osamucide]

14!!!

a few selfship thoughts

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

MEEEEE between me and OSAMU. he's just not an eeper. simple as that. also he will most likely be studying it intensely and dissecting so he can confidently spoil the movie without having even seen it. he always guesses exactly what will happen. if he plays with my hair or traces circles on my shoulder or something tho, i'm done for. goodnight

between ATSUSHI and me, him. he IS an eeper. he works so hard! he's usually very interested in movies, but as another cuddler, he's the one that conks out first. never has me explain what happened so he can experience it for himself (might fall asleep again)

RYU and i go 50/50 on this, if we do at all. i think out of the three, he's most into horror which is my fav so of course i don't want to sleep >:( although he's not as touchy as osamu or atsu, things as simple as tracing my palm or the back of my hand will send me to sleep. i think he knows this and does it on purpose so he can smile at me while i sleep (i do not look cute when i sleep but this cornball probably thinks i do). another analyze and dissector. he's got about a 90% accuracy rate.

[junipers-insects]

Noooo junipers dont put me under a microscope and dissect me. Hand on hips seranading you buggily. Doonntttt dissect me nooo. Lays under microscope blowing kisses at you. Someone save meeeee

Dissects you anyway and you just die

[placeinthisworld]

I’m that anon and this might sound over the top but I genuinely feel so so so heard right now because for the longest time when I followed them their takes and the way Taylor just fully consumes their life made me feel drained. I remember always side eyeing how they would conveniently side step criticising Taylor whenever she would genuinely mess up like saying oh they’re not a part of that group so they don’t want to take up space but it’s like okay I get it, hell I can even respect that but why aren’t you reblogging posts criticising Taylor made by the people she has directly hurt from her actions then. the way that fans go into dissecting very minute details over there sometimes made me think of how inevitable it is for Taylor to not grow and change cuz these are the blogs that always filled up Taylor’s feed and realistically fans like this is what she’s exposed to and on a human level I can’t imagine being treated as if every minor action of mine is worth extensive praise. The mental development of a celebrity impacted by being placed on such high pedestals has always intrigued me. I won’t lie there was a time, whenever I came home from school I would sit and obsessively consume only Taylor content and would be very defensive over her in real life as well but ( and I’m not trying to be super judgemental here) I can’t imagine being that committed to protecting, coddling, praising and borderline worshipping somebody like that when I know that individual never even considers my existence for like a second, I genuinely can’t imagine doing this for years and years and never growing past it especially with everything Taylor has done.

I still remember how condescending and truthfully mean they were being to anons when some fans questioned why Taylor swapped out invisible string for the 1 and they defended joe so so so much as if they were his lawyer or something but as soon as they broke up the absolute switch up kind of floored me cuz I always thought that they genuinely started liking joe for his work at one point cuz of how much they would place him on a pedestal as well before but damn I got whiplash from soo many blogs after the breakup. I know this turned into a giant rant and I’m so sorry but it’s just I’ve never come across anybody that felt the same way cuz generally literally everybody praises that blog and treats it like royalty sometimes so it’s like getting to vent to somebody for the first time 😅😅😔😔

100000000% bestie i agree with everything you’ve said 😭

i followed them too for the longest time and always kinda followed that same mindset too. but something changed when eras started that made me just kinda….feel like there was a tswift overexposure/ blowup where it suddenly felt like people were only online again to gain clout, and then the breakup happened and everyone and their mom was suddenly a diehard swiftie with all these opinions about it and it started to make me feel icked out by the way people just…..casually discussed and debated/speculated about her personal life and their entire relationship without knowing really anything more. when the breakup happened i definitely saw the switch from just another swiftie to literally suffocating up taylor’s asshole. i mostly blame tumblr too for giving them that attention lol i think that definitely fed into their dialogue. i remember being kinda sad when i unfollowed but knew it was better for me bc their interactions with anons and their opinions were so wild lol. i also remember starting to feel like i was a bad fan/ swiftie if i couldn’t defend taylor like that in good conscience so i figured disengaging would be enough, but then meathead came into play and suddenly their narrative became clear that they were really just ready to support and defend taylor about absolutely everything (and then somewhere along the way they blocked meeeee and ngl i wa so caught off guard bc i had unfollowed so long before that i couldn’t even tell you when it happened or like what i said to cause if LMAO i’m sure it was one of my criticism posts about taylor but like still find it funny!) because at the end of the day we’re all just fans seeing what taylor wants us to see and nobody really has any insight as to what taylor is thinking or how she feels, yes even if you spent a few hours with her once 5+ years ago……

overall is been a very eye opening experience as to how parasocial relationships develop and how weird people are on social media…..i always said (jokingly) that swiftism was a disease but like i actually feel like it is

[zem-zem-zoom]

🎥🎶💔

ARGGGGG :3 !!!!!!!!!! (i'll put a read more on this to spare people while they scroll) I'm going to assume this is for S&M so i will answer for them!!

🎥 "do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?"

I think both 303 & 305 knock it out of the park with everything for me. I love the endings with all my heart. also the "big reveal" and the intro of 303 are something i wish i could experience again for the first time because it was so ridiculously fun

🎶 "if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?"

YOURE KILLING MEEEEE !!!!! I COULD MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT THIS ON ITS OWN. i will list (some) of my favorites from each installment because ^_^ yeah . i loove infodumping about music

HIT THE ROAD- Snuckey's Greatest Muzaks #2 & The flashback (both make me feel really nostalgic and comforted . i really love these)

FREELANCE POLICE (cartoon)- Rugburn (thid is what it would sound like if you did a dissection on my brain i think)

SAVE THE WORLD- World of Max, Cogs in Motion, Casino theme (all three of these are so memorable i dont think i need to explain but I love how playful they are too. thank you jared emerson-johnson)

BEYOND TIME AND SPACE- Twilight Eternal, Maimtron 9000's Pancake Breakfast (i dont get tired of these they are genuinely incredible. also i LOVE the twilight eternal callbacks in TDP *looks at you autistically*)

THE DEVIL'S PLAYHOUSE- A Meeting of Minds, Totally Into Max, Psychic Showdown, Twilight Eternal Reprise, Intro (jared emerson-johnson is so fucking incredible for this series. this game is literally like a constant divide between atmosphere and super fun jazz and sci-fi sounds that make my brain explode. I NEED THAT HIGH QUALITY REMASTER SOUNDTRACK. so good they ooze they make my brain turn into slime)

💔 "tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them."

the soda poppers. the joke of them existing just gets tired after Save The World, and i think part of this TDP analysis kind of reiterates this in Beyond Time and Space specifically (video timestamp here) . anyway by the time they show up in season 2 i was just kind of over it sorry LOLL

[limetameta]

My priorities for creative stories are as follow

Witches story (its autumn shut up)

Seasons (i just gotta set up some shit in the witches story so yall can comprehend the pay off in seasons) this is the structure i have so far: Murder mystery chapter; Sweltering Summer ft. pirates and old friends of the Beast specifically (kind of a nod to we're friends of Dorothy vibe but instead of just gay its queer); not yet autumn so its the wedding planning chapter; autumn and wedding ; this is a long as fuck honeymoon pls can u go back to ur jobs, the Unknown is calling nonstop why are ur phones on mute; Winter)

Working on the Retired Prometheus rewrite

The Thoros story (this is gonna be a long one so fuck me i guess)

Rewrite Metallic Crimson chapters 10-current one because the PACING HURTS ME AND ME SPECIFICALLY

Weird Wild West - i have completely decided to rehaul it and so it's actually going to be very morally grey. Ft our ice alchemist. Say thank you Hunger Games au because its thanks to it that i was like man i should write Isaac McDougal as a foil to these military bitches.

Oh shit i forgot Rota Fortunae - not very high on priority actually but probably when i switch my brain to HP we'll get updates but this is gonna be a Hermione story that will transition into a Sirius story.

Black Honour exists fuck meeeee so many wips someone kill me - need to heavily outline this one. I never outline but this one needs an outline because a) too many ideas b) not enough strenght to execute them c) would it be fucked up or what that alastor moody has a little pill in his tooth filled with basilisk venom so when a possessed human w a horcrux starts attacking him he bites the possessed human and is like if im going down im taking you all with me killing the possessed human, tom riddles soul, and himself in the process. Yeah this has been in my head for like 3 years. BUT DO I HAVE THE SPACE TO FIT IT IN THE STORY??? NO I DONT WTF ITS ONE OF THE SCENES I IMAGINED BEFORE WRITING CHAPTER 1 BUT I GUESS WE EVOLVED HUH I GUESS WE DONT HAVE ROOM FOR THIS ANYMORE

Resembool Tailor - honestly rip to this one i want to rewrite it as a one shot or as a concept piece just to stop having it be a wip

Riza Hawkeye Flame Alchemist au - yall i have adhd if you dont comment and remind me of shit i wrote from time to time i will forget these things exist. Also need to add structure because i have no idea what comes next.

Oh wait fuck Psych Eval - i mean i have to finish this but its just that I am a) not a shrink b) so devestatingly scared of people pointing in the comments and being like boo this sucked ass we expected you to for sure dissect the minds of these fictional characters from the unshaken and incredibly professional pov of a military doctor ur dumb boo we thought ud deliver we see the cracks we see ur not the wizard but are some dude behind the curtain boo the immersion is gone

Madame Christmas story - i actually like this one a lot but i just need to figure out structure a little better

Oh dear god i wrote batman fics (completely forgot they existed)

We forgot we were human - I am so pissed off i was ready fo write an adult Harry harrymort fic and i was gonna make it super weird and fucked up but it flopped. It just flopped and im never branching out again. They were gonna be insidious and nasty and cruel and it was gonna be soo good like I was ready. But now the only feeling i have towards this story is it looking at me and being like mother please love me and i just spit at it and say ur no son of mine wheres ur medical degree, to which the story replies: but i love being a comedian mother. And i hiss at it: all you've managed to become is a joke on my ao3 profile. That's all you are!! And then i suppose i imagine the personification of the story goes to cry.

What the fuck is that kimbliza spy story thats smth ill delete and just reuse for metallic crimson

[artsycervidae]

More OC questions for your Demon Slayer characters!

🎮🍰😓

Thank you for indulging meeeee. Gonna focus on the trio again!

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Hinata's hobbies are studying demons (obviously), fighting or sparring, and talking. But it's rare that they feel comfortable enough to indulge in the company of others, and more often than not it's a poor experience. They get most of their conversation in with demons.

Nobutoshi likes to meditate, loves to read (especially diaries and historical texts), and going for long, quiet walks. He could be perfectly happy going days without talking.

Tetsuya loves to learn and is a teacher's pet. He also loves listening to stories. (You can bet Nobutoshi reads aloud to him during training montages.) And he also likes studying martial arts-- a habit from kunoichi babysitters.

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

Hinata prefers simple foods. Fresh fruit is sweet enough for them, or hot drinks like tea.

Nobutoshi strikes me as a red bean mochi kinda guy.

Tetsuya is still in that kid phase where candy is his immediate preferred sweet. Just sugar concentrate as a treat.

😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

Hinata is extremely open-minded. They're open to doing the unthinkable to survive (like dissecting and scavenging human bodies) and to understand what they don't know (like vivisecting demons for curiosity's sake).

Nobutoshi is filed under 'stubborn' in the thesaurus. He's inflexible and often deems certain ways of thinking to be utter nonsense.

Tetsuya is fairly open-minded, but extremely inexperienced. He's inquisitive in a way that shows he may not always ask the right questions, but he's more considerate than his teacher.

[01zfan]

anything 4 u pt. 2

boyfriend!sungchan x reader | 5k words

omg this counts as an ooc fic almost i think…sungchan please get mad at meeeee…no smut (leaving that for the next part if you guys want it hehe) BUT it is a little suggestive

contains: drinking, parties, slight toxic behavior?

anything for you: one | two

sungchan feels his phone vibrate next to his head. part of his mind is still asleep, he’s convinced what he’s hearing is a dream. but when the ringing and vibration persists, sungchan turns completely to his side of the bed to haphazardly reach towards the source of the sound. when sungchan lifts his head he sees 3:42 staring back at him in red digital numbers and has to squint to make sure it’s real. 

when he grabs your phone he has to squeeze his eyes shut a few times to make sure he’s seeing everything correctly. your caller ID and contact pic he has set up for you take up his whole phone is very real. sungchan quickly turns to your side of the bed, running his hand over your spot in the dark to only find you missing, a small crater in the mattress left behind. instantly sungchan sits up in the bed, feet pressing into the ground as he accepts your call.

“hello? hello?” the speaker on sungchan’s phone is almost blown out as you yell into his ear. he pulls the phone away for a second before bringing it back. “—i told you he’d answer” you yelled on the other side of the line.

sungchan looked to the time again, sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of his nose. he suppressed all of his anger, speaking through clenched teeth when you finished talking. 

“where are you?” he asked.

your laugh crackling through the speakers told sungchan all he needed to know. he remembered the conversation you two had only a few hours ago about that party. sungchan remembers telling you he couldn’t go because he had work in the morning, and he remembers telling you that you shouldn’t go either. sungchan also remembers you agreeing, and you talking about how tired you were before falling asleep first. so when sungchan heard you laugh and he heard the loud music behind you he had to close his eyes as he tried to remain calm. the fingers that pinched the bridge of his nose went to his temples, trying to massage out his incoming stress migraine. 

“at the party.” you said simply.

you could barely hear sungchan’s quiet voice over the party that raged around you. trying to find a secluded quiet place for a phone call was impossible, the closest you could get to having a private conversation was going to a dark corner and plugging your other ear with your finger.

“the one i told you not to go to?” sungchan asked.

even if he attempted to keep his voice even, you could hear the annoyance lined in his words. the alcohol in your system that made you want to call your boyfriend only made you mad now, anger shot through your body as you dissected sungchan’s every word. your hand plugging your ear dropped to your hip and you narrowed your eyes, as if sungchan was right there in front of you. you even tilted your head in faux confusion as you held the receiver closer to your face.

“you don’t get to tell me what to do.” you said.

hearing sungchan’s irritated sigh on the other end of the line only made you more upset. maybe you imagined it in your drunken state, how upset he sounded on the other end of the line. but being treated with the brief silences from sungchan made you feel irate. the alcohol in your system made your hairs stand on end.

sungchan was still silent on the other side, trying to figure out how to approach the situation.

“okay.” you can practically hear sungchan rubbing his temple as he lets out another sigh. “just send me your location.” he says.

he wanted to come and take you away from the fun. he wanted to take you away from the loud music and the puking teenagers and whatever that was in the corner next to your feet. after you were so nice to call him in the middle of the night to tell him about the great time you were having. what a fucking buzzkill.

“no.” you say, crossing your arms. 

sungchan is quiet on the other end of the line. you imagine him sitting in the dark, phone pulled away from his ear as he tries to collect himself. if he wasn’t so high-strung and let loose after work like you did he wouldn’t be so irritable all the damn time. before you can tell him this, your thoughts are cut short when you hear him vexed on the other side of the line.

“i’m not in the fucking mood for this.” 

you can’t stop your eyes from widening. if you weren’t so drunk, you would’ve played off of his annoyance by throwing a joke at him, or you would’ve submitted and sent your location while still being on the phone. but you were three shots past your limit and you saw your friends coming up to you with more, and the loud energetic music around you made your adrenaline rush. the shock from sungchan's words turned into fire, and the short fuse you had was lit. the alcohol was running through you. as you tried to mirror sungchan by using the silence as a buffer to control your anger you were getting closer and closer to anger.

when you tried to summon what little self control you had left, sungchan cursing at you rings in your ears. the anger bounces off the walls of the party, louder than the music everyone dances to. so your self control is wasted as you draw your lips to your teeth to make sure all of your words are punctuated for your boyfriend.

“fuck you sungchan.” you seethe.

sungchan hears you curse at him and he can’t get a word out before the call drops. he hears the two defiant beeps of you hanging up, and sungchan keeps his phone to his face from the pure shock. the massaging did nothing as he feels the pulsing behind his eyes, brought on from working constantly and the headache he calls his girlfriend. he stays like that for a minute, mouth agape as he tries to figure out what just happened. the irrational anger makes sungchan almost shake, he lets out a laugh to himself in his dark room as everything sinks in.

sungchan still laughs to himself as he pulls his phone away to see the time. the phone brightness blinds sungchan, and your smile on his lockscreen illuminates his face. he lets out a sigh when he sees the time, how late he’s up because of you. he just got cursed out by the smiling cute girl on his phone. you are a pain in his ass, the reason for the blossoming migraine behind his eyes, and the love of his life—it’s hard to put it into words. if sungchan had to choose between all the riches in the world or having you listen to him, you’d be beside him in bed right now. 

his anger and annoyance almost makes him roll over and go back to sleep. sungchan wishes he had the ability to be mean to you, to make you figure out your way back home. you’re more than capable, and you arguably deserve it. he did try it, laying his head back on his pillow and bringing his covers up to his chin in a huff. 

“if she found a way to get there, she can find her way back.” sungchan whispered to himself.

it almost worked. sungchan swore his words almost worked before he turned back to check the time on his digital clock. he couldn’t stop himself from imagining you walking around lost and worried, with a dead phone and a boyfriend that wasn’t there for you. 

if she found a way to get there, she can find her way back.

sungchan turned on his back to face the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut one more time to try and go to sleep. he turned to your side of the bed, eyes still shut. when he made the mistake of opening them to see your jostled pillow and you missing he pushed the covers down the bed quickly, letting out a sound of annoyance. 

if she found a way to get there, she can find her way back.

next, sungchan let out a loud groan, all of his frustrations from work and you bubbling to the surface. the whole day was heavy on his shoulders, and now this was too. sungchan knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, he wasn’t even tired as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed again to stand up. 

“four in the fucking morning.” sungchan says under his breath while running his fingers through his hair.

sungchan is quick navigating his phone, his previously groggy mind is on alert as he looks through your messages. he finds the flier for the party you were at in the attachments. sungchan’s quick fingers press into the glass of his phone as he inputs the location on his navigation app. thirty minutes to get to you in the middle of nowhere. 

sungchan’s anger heats his whole body as he gets dressed. in his haste he only throws a jacket over his shirt and puts on sweatpants over his boxers. he runs his hands through his hair one more time before throwing on a baseball cap backwards, pushing back his bangs so it’s a snug fit. sungchan gets dressed in the dark, trying to not waste anytime to turn on the light. he doesn’t care if his clothes are on backwards or if he looks crazy. he plans to be in and out quickly, not being seen by anyone else but you and your annoying enabling friends. maybe if he’s mad enough maybe he’ll lecture them too. 

as sungchan leaves the bedroom he turns on the living room light. he flinches from the light and instinctually yawns as he shuffles through his apartment. even the anxiety sungchan feels for you being so clearly drunk turns into anger. the argument of you not taking your low tolerance into consideration has been a topic of debate (arguing) between the two of you for as long as he can remember. “i don’t drink to get tipsy. i drink to get drunk.” sungchan felt himself getting even more upset as he recalled your absurd philosophy when it came to drinking. 

his anger made him move fast, so fast that sungchan almost left without his phone. he had to circle back to his bedroom to slip it into the pocket of his sweats. as he was leaving the room he saw your jacket resting on the desk. sungchan swore he felt his eye twitch at the thought of you in the cold without your jacket. he snatches it from the desk and scoffs at your keyring that rests underneath it.

“act first, think later.” sungchan says as he grabs your keys.

he carelessly slams his door as he makes his way down the stairs of the apartment complex. his slides grind on the cement with each long stride, and sungchan clears two steps at a time. he makes his way to his car in the parking lot quickly, and he sees your car sitting pretty in the spot next to his. sungchan imagines you ordered an uber with your friends, none of you were responsible enough to have a designated driver.

sungchan pulls at his door twice but it doesn’t automatically lock.

“nobody is fucking listening to me tonight.” he says while grabbing his keys from his pockets. 

when sungchan can finally get into his car he slams the door, so hard that it causes his vehicle to shake. sungchan is sure he wouldn’t have cared if the window broke from the force, he thinks his anger could make him split the car in half. the only reprieve he gets is the white-knuckle grip he has on the steering wheel as he looks towards the map on his phone. occasionally he tells the robot on his phone to call you—each time you let it ring to your voicemail. sungchan has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying things he’ll regret. he only jabs the end call button before repeating the process over and over again. 

when his navigation app leads him closer to you, he finds himself at the end of a road that abruptly cuts off. he’s surrounded by parked cars, and sungchan can see people on foot heading down the hill and some people coming back. he’s absolutely sure he’s in the right place, his headlights show people in revealing clothes excited as they talk about the party. they pass by his car without a care in the world, and sungchan has to peer over his dashboard to make sure he doesn’t hit anything.

when he finally parks his car and takes the key from the ignition he calls you one last time. sungchan knows there’s no way you’ve come to your senses, or that you’re ready to apologize but he lets his phone ring in the palm of his hand one last time.

“you have reached the voicemail box of—“

before the automated voice can finish, sungchan hangs up. he looks outside one last time, thinking he still had the chance to leave and wait for you at home. maybe you had already left with your friends to go to a different party. sungchan lets all the options float through his head, and he regrets when he was blissfully unaware of the world around him when he was sleeping. he presses his forehead to the steering wheel, mentally preparing for the loud noises of the underground party and ironing his resolve. sungchan breathes deep before letting it out. remain calm he repeats it to himself over and over again. he looks out the passenger side window to follow the crowd that disappears past the hill. 

sungchan undoes his seatbelt and unlocks his door, heading down the hill to follow the music.

“you got this sungchan.”

he repeated that phrase to himself all the way to the party. it was uncomfortable, being outside in the cold with music he didn’t have a taste for playing so loud that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. all sungchan could think about was how this wasn’t your crowd at all, and this wasn’t the type of music you even liked to listen to. the more he thought about it the angrier he got—he didn’t understand why you were so adamant on going to a party that wasn’t your style at all.

when sungchan looked through the crowd of people he saw you in a huddle with your friends. the same people you see nearly everyday stood off to the side, not even dancing or acknowledging the party that raged on around them. sungchan even saw one of your friends grimace at someone who bumped into her while they were dancing. sungchan felt his face heat up and his hands clenched at his sides. there was no reason for you to be here, no reason for any of your friends to be here either. he recognized all the girls faces, and he knew their attitudes well. when sungchan thought about the fact that you and your friends were here solely because someone told them not to be he found himself pushing through the crowd of people, making a line straight to you. 

you didn’t notice sungchan coming through the crowd. you blamed it on the alcohol, and the riveting conversation you were having with a complete stranger. all you knew was that one second you were ignoring your boyfriends nth call of the night and the next he stood in front of you, interrupting your new friend mid-sentence.

“put that on.” sungchan tossed your jacket to you, and you almost missed it with the drink in your hand. “we’re leaving.”

you look at sungchan standing tall above your friends, the alcohol in your bloodstream makes him appear like a dream in front of you. you can see the boxers he wore to bed peaking over his pair of sweats and his loose hoodie makes his white undershirt visible. he sticks out like a sore thumb, the casual outfit so different from the revealing clothes everyone else wears. he couldn’t be bothered, and you could tell. he didn’t care to keep up the appearance of the sweet doting boyfriend in front of your friends, he didn’t even spare them a second glance as he kept his eyes trained on you. 

the shock of seeing sungchan only lasts a second before you find yourself falling into your role. your friends were confused but you instantly could read sungchan, his hands that were balled up into fists and his tense shoulders. you still stood there relaxed, not moving an inch as your friends started looking between the two of you. you only are only focused on keeping eye contact—burning and intense as you two engaged in the silent battle of who can be more annoyed. you had to resist the urge to lick your lips or look sungchan up and down underneath his stare. you looked past sungchan for a moment to see all the people having fun behind him—that could be you you thought. 

you can feel your friends eyes flicker and wander from the palpable tension. even if your girls were drunk they could feel the thick atmosphere between you both. you feel a moment of sobriety as you think about the hell sungchan probably went through to come and get you. so you break first, smiling and uncrossing your arms as a sign of peace.

“i have an early morning tomorrow anyways.” you still have to maintain some sort of upperhand in the situation. sungchan would just have to understand that you have a reputation to upkeep. you push yourself off the wall and take time hugging each one of your friends. “i’ll catch you guys later.” you smile.

sungchan is still stoic when you turn back around to face him. you let your smile drop when only he can see it, and he makes sure you can see him roll his eyes as he turns around. sungchan doesn’t waste the time to tell your friends goodbye before he’s guiding you the way you came with a hand on your back. 

usually in crowded spaces sungchan would be gentle with his hand, like a suggestion on where you should go. but is hand now was pushy, almost making you collide with a few people. you lightly hit his arm each time, but he still pushed through. he didn’t bother to look down at you, his eyes fixed on the exit. you wish you could be angry, you were well within your rights to be upset at a man essentially pushing you through a crowd of people. but feeling of sungchan’s hand pressing into your back makes you reminiscence, and the strength behind his hand makes you feel light. you find yourself purposefully falling behind just so he can press the pads of his fingers into your back a little harder to move you forward.

once you made it out of the party sungchan lets go of your back. instead of grabbing your hand, or offering to carry you to the car he started walking ahead. your uneasy feet in the heels didn’t stand a chance, and it wasn't long before you fell behind. while trying to catch up you remembered the other person you called about the fun and how he would be helping you right now.

sungchan walks so far in front that you have to yell after him. he wishes the music was loud enough to drown out your voice when you called out to him. 

“taro—”

“you can talk to your brother later.” sungchan interrupts.

sungchan doesn’t turn around as he continues to walk. the last person he wants to be thinking about is shotaro. he just needs silence. he needs silence in this shitty parking lot and he needs silence in the car on the way home. he may even need silence for the rest of the week while he calms himself down.

“you’re not listening—“ you start.

before sungchan knows it, he turns around and closes the distance between your two bodies. he’s so close to you that you can feel the anger coming off of him in waves, and you can hear his heavy breaths. the gentle calming aura of your boyfriend is the complete opposite as he puts up a finger of caution. your wide eyes flicker from sungchan’s finger to his face. in the split second of silence sungchan uses the patience he has left.

“you woke me up in the middle of the night after you told me you weren’t going out. i have to be up for work in four hours and i’m playing your babysitter.” his words are quiet, coming through clenched teeth almost sounding like a hiss.

the moment of satisfaction sungchan feels by bringing you to silence only lasts for a moment. the second you take in his words your eyes widen. you look to his finger again and your own teeth become clenched.

“you think you can just talk to me anyway you want?” you bring your own finger up to him. “get your hand out of my face.” you say.

sungchan suddenly finds out he has no words left for you. the same feeling of amazement comes over him from when you hung up the phone. he lets out a single dry laugh before turning and walking towards the car. you stand there for a moment before he hears you start to walk quickly trying to catch up with him.

“don’t ignore me!” you complain.

sungchan stuffs his hands into his hoodie as he continues to walk.

“jung sungchan, i know you hear me!” you yell after him.

sungchan smiles when he hears the anger in your voice. the silent treatment is actually kind of fun when he’s not on the receiving end. he even laughs to himself when you call him an asshole. when you finally realize it’s no use you’re silent. sungchan twiddles his thumbs in his pockets, enjoying the silent night.

sungchan looks over his shoulder once when he hears you slow down. you no longer look at him, instead your eyes are on your heels as you fumble with the straps.

“my shoes.” you grumble.

sungchan turns fully around to see you trailing dangerously far behind, you are barely stable on your feet in your heels, the uneven terrain and your intoxication only makes everything worse. sungchan stands in place, watching you walk like a newborn deer in the darkness. even your hands are panicked in front of your body to try and give you balance. the thought of making you rough it in your heels flashes through sungchan’s mind, and sungchan feels somewhat at peace at the thought of temporarily putting you through hell. so he closes the distance between the two of you before you can take another step.

when you look up to sungchan he can see the outline of your face and the whites of your eyes. you almost look apologetic from up here, sungchan swears he can see a sorry on your bottom lip before you bite it. sungchan rolls his eyes at your attitude and he hopes you see it. 

when you don’t move, he puts his hand on your bicep. he can see your fingers move by reflex, the jewels embedded into your acrylic nails catch the moonlight. sungchan thinks about how expensive the intricate set was as he lightly pulls at your arm, forcing you to walk a few steps. sungchan can’t stop the satisfied smile as he sees you try to push against his pull to only stumble and almost fall to the ground—the only thing that keeps you upright is the grip he has on your arm. he even hears the surprised sound you make when you realize a beat too late you’re falling.

he knows he’s being evil. sungchan knows it’s not right to mess with you while you’re drunk and stumbling in your heels. but you have messed with sungchan for as long as he could remember. you have also arguably done worse to him—like waking him up in the middle of the night when you know he has work in the morning. even now, when you know you’re wrong you still look at him like he did something awful to you. if you only let a drunk little sorry fall from your lips, one that you could even take back in the morning when you’re sober sungchan would stop being so mean. but you don’t, so sungchan turns on his heel and begins pulling you behind him as he purposely lengthens his strides.

he can hear your feet kicking up rocks as you to stumble to make up for his large steps. he smiles straight forward as he has to pull you to keep up. sungchan doesn’t change his speed, he doesn’t stop walking until you slip your arm from his grasp. 

“you’re going too fast.” you yell.

sungchan turns back to face you. when he takes in your expression and the irritation in your voice he understands why you push his buttons so much. you make it too easy, the alcohol is making you feel everything tenfold. he can see the inability to walk the way you want and your boyfriend being mean nearly frustrate you to tears. 

sungchan knows he must be sick at how the sight before him makes him feel. he feels the satisfaction and something more churn in his stomach as your eyebrows furrow before they soften. when you pull in a deep breath to try and calm yourself, sungchan does the same mockingly. when he tilts his head and taps a finger underneath your chin, you move away from his touch. he can’t hide the smile in his voice when he talks down to you.

“want me to carry you?” he asks.

when you only nod your head sungchan comes close to you. he puts his finger underneath your chin again and this time you let him, forcing eye contact. he can see your pupils shake, how bleary they are from the drinking and how tired you must be. sungchan sees your pout, for the first time in his life he’s mostly unaffected by it.

“just say you’re sorry and i’ll carry you.” sungchan says it simply.

your stubbornness keeps you from apologizing. all you do is shake your head lightly, chin still being held up by sungchan’s fingers.

you don’t know why he’s being so mean to you and you don’t know why you like it so much. the smile sungchan has on his face is mocking, and he looks down at you like you’re stupid. the fake sympathy makes you want to yell at him and it makes you want to fist his sweatshirt and bring him down to you. you look at sungchcan’s lips, his smile turned into a pout that mirrors yours. you have to atleast try to maintain some of your pride. 

“i didn’t do anything wrong.” you mumble.

sungchan sees the way your eyes bounce from his lips to his eyes. he can see the switch that flipped inside of you, how you’re batting your long eyelashes at him. he doesn’t even know if you mean to, but he tsks at you regardless. sungchan doesn’t even think he’s mad anymore, he’s just wants to see how far he can wind you up. he comes closer to your face, so close that his lips ghost over yours. your hands go to his shoulders on instinct, and sungchan sees your face flash in pain as you go to your tippy-toes.

“you sure about that?” sungchan whispers.

he smiles again when you part your lips, and laughs at your closed eyes while you wait for him to kiss you. he can smell the liquor on your breath when you let out a tiny sigh, and he can feel your tightening grip on his shoulders. sungchan looks to your closed eyes then down to your parted lips again. he does the same thing as you and lets out a small whine before laughing. he undoes the grip you have on his shirt and he pulls away from you completely. he sees you open your eyes, and he can see the tears threaten to break past your water line. your eyelashes are already clumping together, and your pout deepens.

“why won’t you kiss me?” you say quietly.

sungchan takes his hand away from your chin but you keep your head tilted towards him. he can see your eyes, red and wet from all your conflicting emotions. sungchan almost feels sorry for you, but then he remembers how peacefully he was sleeping in his bed before you called him. he taps your chin affectionately before he turns around and bends his knees, lowering his body for you.

“because you’re drunk and i’m mad at you.” sungchan says over his shoulder.

you don’t say anything else, but sungchan feels you press your hands to his back as you wrap one of your legs around his waist. sungchan puts his arm around your thigh, and then the other when you regain your balance. when he feels your chest pressed against his back he stands up.

“i’m sorry.” you slur into his ear. 

it’s barely above a whisper, and he’s almost sure you’ll deny the apology when you’re sober. but sungchan takes it, a small smile creeps across his face as he looks for his car. readjusts you on his back, trying to get the best grip he can on your legs. 

“whatever.” sungchan says.

“i’ll make it up to you later.” you say it with a smirk, and sungchan has to stop himself from laughing. when you start licking the shell of sungchan’s ear he has to bend his neck to hide his ear in his shoulder. you only go to his other ear, your breath fanning his skin as you laugh at him.

"i think i like it when you're mean to me." you giggle into his ear.

"you're a freak." sungchan says over his shoulder.

sungchan pulls his keys from his pocket and presses the unlock button. he can already feel you slouching against his body, your head pressed into his shoulder blades as your breath begins to steady. he sighs again when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep, and he grabs your purse before it hits the ground from your weakening grip. sungchan readjusts your sleeping body on his back again as he starts heading towards his car. 

before he can start walking towards his vehicle, he hears someone’s shoes kicking up rocks as they head towards him. it happens too quick, sungchan barely recognizes someone is heading straight for him until the footsteps abruptly stop. sungchan is too busy listening to the cicadas and your light snores to notice the person that’s behind him.

“sungchan?” he freezes in his place, not taking another step towards his car. “what are you doing here?”

“and why is my sister on your back?”

[aayo-whatt]

🦜💖 🫀

:D

🦜 - gayass mutual

LMAO THANKSS

💖- crush /j

meeeee? are you sureeeee?

🫀- i want to dissect you

im ready when you are <33

[ask game]

[lackablazeical]

Addams! AU snippet 2: 'Lab'

FULL CREDIT TO WRITER NewFallenLeaves ON A03! SHE IS THE BIGGEST SUPPORTER OF THIS AU, AND IS INCREDIBLY TALENTED AND SWEET. GIVE HER A COMMENT, KUDO, SHARE, WHATEVER. MAKE HER DAY JUST A BIT BETTER, SHE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE!

This specific snippet had actually been inspired by some art! Im pretty sure I've posted it before, but might as well also include it too! (It is pretty old, forgive meeeee LOL)

Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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Donnie had the setup exactly how he wanted.

The rat specimen was pinned to the exam table, paws impaled and spread. Its belly fur was scraped clear and the bloated, pink flesh exposed. It had died in the trap before Donnie could get to it (thank you, Mikey, for setting the couch on fire again and delaying him.) So no vivisection. But that was fine, dissection was the next best thing. Especially of a pregnant rat, oh, giddy grin, he was going to get a whole clutter of partially-developed babies to experiment on! And with Mikey and Raph off in the tunnels and Leo traipsing around the Hidden City somewhere, Donnie finally had a quiet afternoon to himself.

He intended to make the most of it.

Swiveling the lamp so the lighting beamed down on the specimen, he curled his fingers in anticipation. The mechanical scalpel joint lined up just at the top of the rat’s throat, where he could cut a straight line to open the abdomen–

“Donnieeeeeeeeee!”

Leo burst through the double doors. He waltzed across the room and flung himself over the dissection table, swooning like a lady in the throes of a fainting spell.

“Wha–” Donnie grabbed for his tray of needles and surgical knives before it upended and strewed across the floor. “Nardo! You’re squishing my specimen!”

Leo fixed him with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze. “I just met somebody.”

Donnie glowered. This was the reason Leo had barged into his lab? To annoy him with ceaseless gushing over some new simpleton he’d decided to pursue?

“You’ll never believe it,” said Leo. “I rescued him instead of mugged him.”

Donnie shook the table. “Didn’t you hear me? Get off.”

“He was cornered. By two smelly thugs. They had these adorable little switch knives, trying to be all intimidating. Donnie, I’m telling you, it would have been pathetic that he got himself hemmed in like that, if his cowering wasn’t so adorable.”

“Nardo…”

“You should have seen how cute his face was, all covered in blood!” Leo kicked his feet. “Oh, I couldn’t help myself. Don’t worry, don’t worry, you’ll be so proud of me, I only licked him a little–”

“I don’t have time for this–”

“--so I’m sure he knows I’m a gentleman. Oh, it was such a good thing I was there, those brutes were so unsophisticated, they wouldn’t have done anything right–”

“Oh my god would you just shut up!” Donnie dragged his hands down his face, opening a sliver on his cheek as the scalpel on his finger caught flesh. “What level of disinterest and indignation do I need to achieve before you get it through your addled brain? I do not care.”

Leo’s smirk never wavered. He held up his hand, smudged deep with red, and waggled his fingers. “Wanna sample?”

Donnie opened his mouth to argue, then hesitated. He peered a little closer at the smear of not-yet-coagulated blood. “...it was a yokai?”

“Mmm-hmmmm.”

“What type?”

“One you don’t have any blood work for yet.” Leo’s grin widened. “Rabbit. Or bunny. If there’s a difference.”

The swab was in Donnie’s hand before he realized he’d made the decision to reach for one. He soaked up a dribble from Leo’s wrist and snagged a clean Petri dish. “Of course there’s no difference, why do you think the combination term ‘bunny rabbit’ exists? It’s a hare that comes from another genus. And what do you want, huh? You don’t just saunter in here and offer me free DNA for my trials for nothing.”

“Can’t I help my dear brother with his evil lab experiments out of the goodness of my heart?”

“As if you have one.”

Leo dissolved into giggles.

Donnie capped the dish and pulled a fresh label from the drawer. “So? Spill. What am I beholden to you for after this oh-so-generous and selfless donation?”

“Oh, you know. Age, blood type, zodiac sign, debilitating allergies or hypersensitivities. Aaaand if you happen to match those to any particular medical records and it leads to a place of employment or a home address…”

“Don’t you have enough stalking victims already?”

Leo hopped off the metal slab and pirouetted his way out the door. “No such thing.”

[flagellant]

noooooo why won't you DEBATE MEEEEE you OWE ME A DEBATE *stomps feet* *starts crying* cmonnnn explain your entire opinion on belief and interaction between communities of different faiths in excruciating detail RIGHT NOW—but make sure to use as many buzz words as possible, otherwise i cant actually understand what you're saying—so i can semantically dissect your response word by word and ignore any bigger picture, willfully misinterpret each individual piece of it and then posit that my ideas are the monolithic center of atheism!!!!!! how will i own u suuper hardcore if you won't debaaaate meeeeee TT n TT i can TELL you hate all atheists forever because of how you treat MEEEE specifically, the epicenter of atheism, the atheism emperor, the athiestest athier to ever athe, which means you hate all my loyal subjects who all agree with me without criticism and who have definitely had the same experience with you, and you're a big meanie head you nasty ol bully who bullies people and by people i mean me!!!!!!! i am so oppressed by the mean theology person on tumblr dot comn wahhhhhh wahh wahh wahhhh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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