#don't mind the ramblings just go listen to the music alright

[akanemnon]

Normally, I'm not the type to send an ask (I'm not particularly active on Tumblr, so it feels a little weird sending a msg over), but the comic has been an inspiration for me for months now (and this week's one has really hit the feels! xD) and I figured it wouldn't hurt, especially when I've been through the ringer a couple of times recently myself.

I hope you heal well on your hiatus, I've had a good relationship with taking walks in [personally significant location] whenever I need to cool off, or if I'm at home I just listen to the same music on loop until I fall asleep. (Not that all stressors have those as good counters, but still, whatever works.)

I don't want to ramble too much (a bit late for that, I know), so my point is: well wishes your way and all that!

On a lighter note, I also hope Chara's doing alright because they clearly were also impacted by the abort-geno run if that expression is any indication...

Thank you so very much guys. It's kinda hard for me to properly express all my gratitude, but I really mean it when I say it means a lot to me.

I will definitely use that break wisely. Also because I didn't completely recover from my cold and now it's back with a vengance.

EDIT: was at the doctor's today, turns out I got a FUCKING BRONCHITIS

Little fun fact about that panel with Chara specifically:

In the first draft of the script Chara was supposed to look back over their shoulder at Frisk with an angry and disappointed expression. And Frisk used to say "Chara has become a lot angrier since then. I don't blame them".

But after thinking more deeply into it, with the whole counter thing that Chara does for the Player, it made more sense for Chara to be disturbed by themself going along with it and even encouraging it. It ties into their change of mind regarding their own plan way back when.)

[rapha-reads]

Been listening to a playlist of Julia Boutros (with some Hiba Tawaji) for a couple of hours now and gods, ya rab, her voice makes me FEEL. Like, all the feels. I only understand half the lyrics and only when I really focus, because Lebanese Arabic is not my strongest Arabic dialect (still, better than Egyptian), but even without the meaning, I get it. I get it.

And maybe it's because I've finally taken a decision, I have finally decided that going home to stay with my father up there in our mountains, for as long as it takes me to start feeling like myself again, to stop feeling like I'm constantly breaking at the seams, is not an admission of weakness but rather an acceptance of the healing and the step back I need to take for my own sake, but these past few months, hearing Arabic (and Tamazight) always leaves my heart feeling extra raw.

And when it's Arabic in music, with extremely gorgeous voices like Julia Boutros, Dana Salah, Amal Murkus, Elyanna, Shireen, Samira Said... Music truly is magic.

[united-under-skyfall]

btw if someone is listening to music it’s kind of shitty if you just go “this is a terrible song”. if you don’t like it, ask them to turn it off, or skip it, or leave the room. tell them you strongly dislike it. don’t just tell them it’s awful and expect them to fix your problem.

[meo-eiru]

Hihihiii :3 Hope you're having a great day author!

This is my first direct interaction in this website generally speaking, so what better way to start than rambling my head off about the twink slutty baby? YES. Lavi. That cute whore that's been on my mine for a good while now...I want to kiss him, want him to cuddle me so bad grrrr I want to rim his pretty ass and use it as my only life source for the rest of my mortal existence. I want to follow every single one of his instructions on how to please him while he guides me with that shit eating smug grin '>:3'. I totally see him as a power bottom, riding my strap effortlessly while he pins me down telling me how much of a pathetic virgin I am and how fortunate I am to even be touching him, how lucky I am that he's willing to teach me how to make him feel good, how he'd laugh once I'm exhausted and he keeps nonchalantly bouncing still with his endless incubi stamina...MMMM...But also, I want to hit his ribs each time he throws an annoying tauntrum, or make him whimper each time he breaks something expensive, I want to sneak into his phone and watch just all the dozens of porn he has in his gallery along with his search history, I need to make him cry so hard until we're both doubting who's the real pervert here...I NEED to peg him. I NEED to spank his cute jiggling ass until it's red and sore. I need to make him deepthroath my strap and perhaps give me head. I NEED to grope his cute small chest and nurse on his rosy nipples while he tries to make a teasing remark only to be interrupted by his own lewd moans. I NEED to watch how all that lube and cum slowly leaks out of his puffy hole with profane sounds while spreading his supple asscheeks further apart as he whines and mewls begging for more. I NEED to cuddle him from behind while I finger his thight whorish asshole, I NEEEED to give him some genuine, gentle love-making while kissing his pretty face and cooing sweet nothings into his ears while he grabs onto my neck thightly saying shamelessly how good it feels.

I want to give him goodnight kisses on the forehead, cheeks, nose, eyes, tummy and finally his soft lips. I want to feel him clinging onto me with his limbs (and tail of course) while we sleep, even better if he craddles my head on his chest. I might even forgive his murders if he promises to be a good boy with a pretty pout even though he'd probably be crossing his fingers behind his back. I want to do each other's hair and nails. I want him to listen to the music I listen to (Rabbit Hole by DECO27 would be SO him). I want to see his deadpaned and disdainful face when I tell him all my bad jokes. I want to go out with him at those aesthetic cafés and buy him everything he wants even if I won't be able to buy anything else for a while. I want us to get matching couple cheesy things. I want us to do lovey dovey stuff together and maybe a kiss that doesn't end up looking out of a hentai. A wholesome one. I want him to live on my lap. I want him to try make him wear decente clothes from time to time. I want to see his reaction once my mortal life comes to an end. (If he cries and gets depressed he'll look so pretty but if he laughs he'll also look so pretty). I want to show him off to my friends even if I know he's probably the type that types 'uwu', ':3' or 'nya~' either satirically or not. I would bear the cringe for him. I want to send him memes and reels and, overall, just hear his laugh because I'm sure it would be gorgeous just like him. <3

He literally lives rent free in my mind this is a call for help. I crave for more Lavi content.

I'm not horny. You are.

Anyway, thanks for the constant posting! I love how you write your characters and draw/paint! You're one of my favorite artists. Eat well and have a good day/night. :)

Oh my dear GOD this was a ROLLER COASTER

I don't even know where to start. Alright so first of all, this is so deliciously written omg??? You made me put Lavi on a plate and eat him I bet he'd taste like cake. The contrast between the wholesome parts and the extremely unholy parts were crazy I felt like I was in a car that randomly speeds up and down

Rabbit hole is indeed very Lavi, the animation fits him so well as well. If I knew how to make them I'd definitely draw a Lavi version. And yes he's definitely the type who'd type "uwu" and ">:3" unironically

THE DRAWINGS ARE SO CUTE AS WELL!! HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE AND CUTE BUTT

[boopshoops]

C'mon now, we don't HAVE to stick to one set genre. Music is about self expression!~ ...Though I wouldn't be against one-upping some competition.

Yuu Shi is strutting on down to debut as a vocalist and backup dancer for GLOWCHAIN! With eccentric flare and powerful vocals, she's here to push the boundaries of EDM and pop to new heights. After all, if it isn't experimental, it isn't her.

Part 2

Ragu Music Week is a fanevent by @raguiras!!! :D

Set to home screen: Mic check, one two!~

Groovification: ???

Home transition 1: Day three of asking Allen to let me join Hazard, no such luck as of yet. Is this how Epel feels about Savanaclaw? Maybe a bribe would work...

Home transition 2: Ohh I just love this boa! It's so cute and fluffy! Come here and touch it, it's so soft that I could use it as a pillow.

Home transition 3: No need to worry much about your performances, hon, I'll make sure to outperform you regardless! You can take that as a promise and a threat.

Home transition/Groovification: ???

Tap home 1: You think I'm getting a bit competitive over this? Hmm, Maybe, maybe. Well, this is finally my chance to show off my prowess! I didn't go to performing arts school for nothing.

Tap home 2: I'm able to keep up with Vil fine enough, but after the chaos that was VDC, I'm beginning to feel bad for my other group members... but not bad enough! Let's go again!

Tap home 3: No, no, no- That's not it. Your movements aren't big enough! You need to gesture enough for the whole crowd to see. Remember, the people in the back row want a show too. You need to hold out your arms like so!

Tap home 4: As much as I enjoy an organized, set performance, I much prefer to go with the flow. I want to get the whole audience involved in ways you haven't seen before, you know? Make it feel more authentic? It'll leave a lasting impression of me in their minds!... Oh, and the rest of GLOWCHAIN, of course.

Tap home 5: Hahaha! What, am I towering over you in these heels? Should I kneel down, is that what you'd like? What? I'm just teasing!

Tap home/Groovification: ???

Home after login: As much as I love this outfit, I could do with a little less sparkle... When the stage lights hit me and the other members, I can't help but feel like a damn disco ball. What do you think?

ALRIGHT RAMBLING TIME. Yuu shi is having a hard time abandoning her instruments for GLOWCHAIN. Therefore she takes every chance she can to be petty about it and be another headache for vil (sorry bbg). She is very jealous of Hazard/Riff due to this- but she's not letting that stop her from trying to outperform other groups or even vil himself.

As for music- I did a lot of research into KPOP i never had before KJGDSBKGJSD and I think mamamoos vibe fits Yuu Shi very well!

also I listened to the inspiration playlist, saw lady gaga, and blacked out

Charli XCX fits her more experimental style too- its her way of pushing the boundaries of the genre

KIMPETRASKIMPETRASKIMPETRAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for dancing- ive had Royal Family brain rot lately. THEY ARE SO TALENTED AAAAAAAAAAAAA. Theyre flowy, energetic, fast paced moves fit yuu shi very well imo!!! Though she would definitely need a lot more practiced to be as organized as them sob. 3:25 in particular drives me insane:

OK RAMBLING OVER TAG TIME

@lowcallyfruity @skriblee-ksk @kitwasnothere @cecilebutcher @justm3di0cr3

@thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @the-trinket-witch @techno-danger @scint1llat3

@beneathsakurashade @twsted-canvas @qsoap @prince-kallisto

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Typical Day For a Bouncer

I'm Joey, a security guard at a night club down the street. I got the job because I'm a big ex-rugby player, but I've kept it for so long because I'm good at handling people. I can't tell you how many underage idiots try to sneak in here. It takes patience, grit, and a keen eye to keep the troublemakers out!

Like any other Friday night, the club is packed tight and a line of impatient patrons stretches down the street. I've gotten good at telling people "no," in a way that makes them listen, so they have no choice but to calmly wait until I feel like checking their ID and letting them in.

Every now and again, I'll have some fools try to sweet talk their way in. Girls try to flirt, guys try to bribe, but the biggest assholes make a scene. It's nothing I can't handle.

Just last week, I had this entitled brat come up to me and demand I let him in. The boy couldn't have thought I'd believe he was twenty-one. He wasn't even in line! I don't remember what I did to get him to shut up, but he kept hammering on and on about his skills with hypnosis. I remember listening to that kid ramble about the voodoo of the mind for what felt like forever.

I don't remember kicking him to the curb, though. He probably got tired and went home.

"Hey, buddy!" a familiar voice squeaks over the music. I roll my eyes, preparing myself to say no yet again.

"Oh, it's you," my deep voice catches in my throat. The kid from last week is standing in front of me once more, ignoring the line of adults to his left. In his ratty sweatshirt and baseball cap, he doesn't look any older than eighteen. Still, the sight of him unlocks a memory I somehow had forgotten. "Hello, sir!" I call back, remembering him as my closest and most respected friend. How could I've forgotten that this boy was my best friend I call sir?

"You gonna let me in, big guy?" A devious grin spreads across his boyish face.

"Of course, sir."

There are a few angry comments from the people waiting in line. I can't imagine they're happy to see this guy ushered into the club before them. Normally, I have a strict policy against VIP treatment. I think everyone should have to wait in line like equals, but sir is great. He can come and go whenever he wants!

"Hey, why don't you take a break from the front and buy me some beers," the boy yells over the roar of the music.

I leave the entrance and start pushing my way through the crowd in the direction of the bar. I probably should've warned the other bouncer that I was taking a break, but my feet were carrying me away before I knew what was happening. The other guard knows what he's doing, but he's still pretty new here. I'm sure he'll be fine.

The bartender gives me a can of light beer, and I hustle it back to the boy on the dance floor. People tend to get out of the way when they see a giant security guard coming through, but the place is so jammed packed that I have to press against several sweaty partiers on the way over.

"Your beer, sir," I say, flinching at the meekness in my voice.

"What the hell is this?" he whines when he sees the drink, "This is crap. Get me the good stuff, and buy a lot of it!" The kid tossed the open can at my broad chest, and the cheap beer splashes across my uniform.

"Yes, sir."

I march back to the bar with a clenched fist, and grab a tray, ordering the barback to fill it up with the more expensive bottles of beer. He glances at my soaked shirt and pants, but averts his eyes the second he sees my less-than-friendly face.

That boy is my best friend. I respect him greatly, but goddamn is he infuriating. How did I even become close to someone so immature? I pacify myself, and carry the tray back over to the kid.

"That's better," he snorts and takes a sip of the premium drink while I stand there to make sure he likes it this time.

"Alright, sir," I begin, thinking about the twenty minute break I've been taking, "I need to get back to work."

"No you don't!" the boy interjects.

"I..." the words fumble in my mouth, "...well, I don't need to, but I should, sir."

"Tell your boss you're done for the night. Then go wait by my car. You can guard it!"

"Yes, sir," the words come out before I even know what I've agreed to.

Before I know it, I'm marching into the back office and calmly telling the club owner that I'm taking the night off. He's pissed, but I'm his most reliable employee, so he doesn't fire me. I can tell he's not happy, though. He looks like he'd take a swing at me if I weren't two feet taller than him and a hundred pounds heavier.

"You make a great watchdog!" the teenager laughs as he comes stumbling out of the club.

Something about him brings a scowl to my face. It might be the way he referred to me as an animal, or it might be the way he's staring at me like I am an animal. Maybe I'm just irritated from standing by this parked car in the cold for the last two hours, but this boy is getting on my nerves.

"No one has bothered your car, sir," I report.

"Good, boy," he slurs and then reaches a gangly arm to pat the top of my head. I can smell the distinct earthiness of the beer I'd bought wafting out with his breath.

Every muscle in my body tenses up, as I try my best to restrain myself. Sir is my best friend. I respect him. I do what he says. I shouldn't get this worked up by him making a little joke at my expense. It's perfectly fine for him to tease me a little since I trust him completely. I know all this.

"Still think hypnosis is fake?" he asks, bringing his wet lips uncomfortably close to my own.

"Sir?" my brow furrows, unsure why he's bringing up that crap again.

"Well, it's real, and you're hypnotized."

I stifle a groan, "Sir, you've had a lot to drink..."

"The only thing I'm drunk on is power!" he yells, smashing a bottle on the sidewalk for effect, "I've got you like a trained dog; that's how good of a hypnotist I am! Let me prove it."

I was pissed. I was livid. Sir had mocked and insulted me repeatedly. It was a bad idea for anyone to pick on me, especially someone a third of my size! Nevertheless, the boy has all my faith, so I kept my mouth clamped shut.

He told me to kneel, and I grunted, "Yes, sir." I already had beer all over my clothes, so what's a little mud on the knees of my pants? It was better to just keep him happy, but that didn't mean he had hypnotized me.

"Keep your arms raised, like you're worshipping me," he went on.

"Yes, sir."

My arms went up. I'll admit this was a bit more strange, but I still trust and respect the teenager enough to comply. That doesn't say anything about my state of mind.

"Alright, now stay like that until I come back," he laughs, "I'm going to get a snack, but if anyone walks by, I want you to bark at them like the hypnotized guard dog you are!"

"Yes, sir," I answer, hearing the hoarseness in my voice.

As the boy stumbles away, I find myself stuck in the position he'd left me in: on my knees, in the cold, with my arms raised in compliance. I'm doing this willingly, right?

Time creeps by uncomfortably slow as I silently wait next to his car. Suddenly, I hear footsteps nearby. A wave of barks burst out of my throat, and I find myself growling like a territorial mutt in the direction of the pedestrians.

Now I'm acting like a dog!

Sir doesn't come back for another hour, which leaves me to viciously snap at numerous other passerby. They seem terrified, which makes sense. They probably think I'm insane! I'm beginning to wonder if I'm insane too.

I respect that boy more than anyone even if I only met him once, a week ago. I really would do anything he told me too. Is that strange? It's not like me to be so...obedient. I'm the kind of guy that normally tells people what to do, so why am I doing this?

There's no way...it's not possible...I can't actually be hypnotized, right?

"Good, boy," he pulls off my cap and ruffles my hair, "Now, be a good dog and drive me to your house. I might fall asleep on the way there, so you'll have to carry me inside to your bed. If you do good, I'll give you a special treat." He licks his lips and reaches a scrawny hand out to squeeze my tired pec.

"Yes, sir," I answer, jumping up to do his bidding, but I can feel that the words aren't really mine.

Shit. I think he's right. I think I am hypnotized.

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[razzellyn]

A little something while you wait, also this one is a bit short :0 (notes in the end?)

Cuddles!!

No tricks this time!! Just fluffy cuddle session!!!

MCB

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Blue Cop

• A bit sheepish at first but definitely a cuddle bug after he relaxed onto it. It helps him release his stress! He'll need lots of cuddles after every battle please!!

• Blue Cop will be embarrassed though when someone else sees the two of you cuddling each other. It's an intimate moment for him, thank you very much.

• Definitely snuggles onto you. Like really onto you. He likes cuddles. Give him cuddles. Cops need to relax too!

Mega Trucker

• Definitely against the idea at first, thinking it's corny or whatever. But when you did drag him to cuddle with you, let's just say he's in love.

• Doesn't care if anyone sees him. In fact, he'll brag about having cuddled up with someone. You also find he likes playing with your head! Your hair if you're human, finials if you're a bot.

• Cuddles with background music. Loud background music. I hope you can stand ear-bleeding music to cuddle with.

Mega Ambuler

• Surprisingly he's not hesitant about cuddling with you. Who would've thought the Stoic Mega Ambuler would want to be comforted?

• You. That was proven when he quickly sagged down while nuzzling you. Literally all of his tense-ness gone. Will lock you in a tight hug.

• One of the best cuddler there is. He's tangled with you. He might sleep here and there mid cuddle session so don't be disappointed, alright?

Phoenix Fire

• Oh no you didn't invite him to cuddle, he's two steps ahead of you. In fact he's cuddling you already as i speak. Hugging your body close to him while he rambles on about whatever happened today.

• Please listen to him when rambling. I know it's going to be a bit boring sometimes but just listen, alright? You don't even gotta indulge him in a conversation he's happy nonetheless.

• Talks himself to sleep a lot. Might take a while to get used to. Oh and you're not leaving his grasp any time soon. If he sleeps while cuddling you, you sleep too!

Shadow X

• Will tease you about it before cuddling too. Tease him back while he teases you? He's cool. Tease him when he was cuddling you? Nuh uh.

• Would definitely end up laying on top of you. Literally a gremlin, he bites on your arm jokingly. Yet he doesn't have a mouth (He pretends he does).

• Please put effort in cuddling him. Sometimes he feels like a burden to the team, and cuddling usually helps calm his mind. Yes. Cuddle him. Now!!

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Hii!!! Sorry I've been inactive

I'll work on your requests but it will take time! Please be patient

Also I'm not feeling too good at the moment.

Idk why but i feel sad about something outside of my control so, yeah

Sorry though, considering that this account is less active than I'd like now

Oof.

[tat3sbbg]

Reader meeting Tate for the first time

Tate Langdon x soft fem! reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Slight NSFW? Kissing, if that counts?

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You had this old, crusty, dusty, musty Ouija board that you found in your basement when you moved in. You never thought you would actually use it, though, until now.

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The basement stairs creaked under your feet as you walked down the stairs. Today was the day. You would finally use that old Ouija board in the basement. You weren't scared of it, in fact, you were infatuated. Much like your parents were with this creepy house.

Your parents were always huge horror fans and you were the timid, shy, soft girl who wasn't scared of horror, either. Much to everyone's surprise. Your room was pink, and most of everything you wore was pastels. Although, your music taste was mixed. Your two favorite artists were Lana Del Rey and Nirvana, quite a contrast. While we're on the topic of music, both your parents listened to 80's and 90's everything. You'd grown a tolerance for it.

A big confusion for you used to be the decision to keep it, or get rid of it. All until you noticed something coming into your room every night, or someone. You'd moved in 2 months ago, and it had been happening the entire time. You had to find out who or what this thing was. The first thought in your mind just happened to be to use that Ouija board.

Here you were, sitting down on the floor of your room, with the Ouija board. You breathed deep, and settled your hands on the planchette, and got going.

"Hello, I'm Y/N. I live here, in this room." You exclaimed, nervous as hell.

You watched as the planchette moved to the word, "Hello." At least they were polite.

"What's your name? Are you a boy or girl?" You bombarded the strange what you assumed was a ghost with questions.

You watched as the planchette moved yet again. I-M T-A-T-E, I-M A B-O-Y. You wrote each letter down, keeping one hand on the planchette. I'm Tate, I'm a boy. A boy? You had talked to many, but were ashamed to admit you were still a virgin (they get wet sooo easily). You had to come up with more, weirder questions. Just for funsies.

"How big is your dick? And will you ever actually come out and say hi to me? I wanna see you." You whined, blushing at your questions.

As if he was there all along, the boy appeared right in front of you, sitting across with his hands on his lap.

"Hi, I'm Tate." He said.

He was actually cute. You were taken aback, the music playing in the back seeming silent.

"Are you alright? What are you listening to? I used to live in this room, y'know." He rambled, standing up and walking to your phone to see what was on.

"U-Um, L-Lana Del Rey, yeah I'm fine. Just kind of surprised that you're not a scary ghost." You admitted.

Tate smiled. He looked around your room, picking things up and observing them. But his eyes kept wandering to you. For a minute, his eyes stayed on you, travelling up and down. He was observing you.

"You're really pretty. And...I don't know, cute? Everything in here is pastel. What other music do you listen to?" He asked, rambling once more.

You were taken aback. He acted like he'd know you forever. And you guessed he had. He'd probably been watching you for weeks now. You stood up with him, sitting on your bed and staring at him. It was your turn to study him. Blonde curls, deep brown eyes, tight black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. GRAY SWEATPANTS. You didn't dare look at his crotch. He cocked his head, obviously waiting for an answer to his previous questions.

"I also listen to Nirvana? I listen to others, but I rarely listen to anything other that Lana and Nirvana." You noticed he widened his eyes then smiled.

"You don't look like the type of girl to listen to Nirvana. You definitely look like a Lana Del Rey girl. I love Nirvana." He reciprocated a love for Nirvana. Wow.

You smiled. You really didn't look like the type of girl to listen to Nirvana, but you did. He was right about you. He stared for 20 seconds before either of you said anything.

"Can I touch you?" You blurted. God, why did you say that?

You immediately apologized and covered your face in your sweater. You heard him laugh and watched as he combed his hair back with his hands.

"Sure." He agreed.

You reached your hand out, putting a hand on his. You rubbed it, trying to grasp that he was really here. To your surprise, he touched you, as well. Only he touched your shoulder, running down your body until your hips. It went on like that for a few minutes until he apologized and pulled back.

"It's okay! I actually enjoyed it." You beamed.

You finally stood up, realizing he was taller than you by like a foot.

"Midget."

Your jaw dropped as he laughed at your surprise.

"I'm not that short!" You yelled.

He finally stopped laughing and patted your head. You stared up at him, and stared down at you. You sat there in silence before you finally let your eyes wander to his crotch. He immediately noticed.

"What are you lookin' at, doll?" He purred, tilting your chin up to meet his face.

You tensed up. He let go immediately, noticing your body tense.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He mumbled, looking you in the eyes.

"No, it's fine," You quietly said, "Can I have a hug? If that's okay!" You frantically said.

You were desperate to hug the boy since you saw him. Despite being a ghost, he looked so warm and sweet. You wanted to touch him more, in a lot more ways than one. You hoped he'd kiss you, touch you, anything. Honestly, you wanted him so badly.

He nodded and opened his arms, and you embraced his torso. He embraced you, his arms larger than you thought they would be around you. He was strangely warm. You rested your head on his chest, and you felt a hand in your hair and a kiss planted on your head. You had to say something to him.

"Is it weird that I love you? Like, as more than a friend already? Your just so pretty in every way." You sputtered.

Tate's breath hitched.

"No, as long as it's not weird that I feel the same way." He smiled.

You felt a wave of relief. You thought he would think you were weird. Much to your surprise, he didn't at all. You reached a hand up to stroke his hair, pulling his hand over to the bed to sit down. You flicked the TV on, and cuddled close to him as you watched.

He suddenly kissed you gently.

"So, are we like, dating?" You asked.

"Yeah, I guess we are." He beamed once more.

You were going to like this new boy.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

My Old Man

Pairing: Elvis presley x Black!Female!Reader

Summary: FLUFF! The reader and Elvis watch their grandson’s interview and listen on as he explains why he’s excited to get married.

Warnings: Mention of pills(the kind elderly people take), reminisces, Very breif mention of race issues (like, you’d miss it if you read too fast). I think that’s all but please let me know if there’s more!

A/N: I really like how this one turned out. It took me longer than i thought to read and edit. Plus when the creative juices are flowing i just keep adding. I’m rambling, happy reading!

I’m excited! Tonight, our grandson, Daniel, is being interviewed for one of these late-night shows. I settled into bed and turned the tv on. Elvis is finishing his nighty routine in the bathroom as I search for the right channel. When I find it, he still hasn't made his way out, "Honey, everything okay? You're gonna miss him!" He lets out a huff and mumbles, "Yeah, baby, I can't see the labels on the pills; we've gotta go and get new containers."

I roll my eyes and get up to help him; As I poke my head in, my face connects with my husband's pajama-clad chest "you have no faith in me, woman, alright, come on" he grabs my hand and walks me to the bed. Elvis shimmies under the covers in front of me. "I want to be the little spoon baby," I can't help the chuckle that escapes my chest.

"That's alright, E, but your daddy wasn't no glass maker; you're covering my grandbaby's face" My husband rolls his eyes and scoffs, "well, he stole it from me, Sugar" he stops his grumbling as our grandson's face graces the screen. The interviewer, James, asks him about his new movie and how he's been handling the success. We watch on proudly as he flies through question after question. Soon enough, the topic shifts to his personal life and his fiancee.

"So, Mr. Presley, you're getting married soon. Are you excited?" For the first time in the interview, we see this is where he really engages. He sits up straight, and there's a sparkle in his eye as he begins to speak.

"Please, Daniel is fine. And to answer your question, yes, I'm elated. I've met the woman I want to give my all to. She's the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before I close my eyes at night." Elvis shifts and wraps his arms around me, smiling as he kisses my temple.

James continues, " She sounds like a lucky girl. If you don't mind me asking, when did you know you wanted to marry her?" This question seems to stump Daniel; Elvis and I are invested now. We both sit up like kids listening in on adults gossiping. He starts again, "Well, if I'm, being honest, I knew the moment I met her."

James raises an eyebrow "really?" He questions, and Daniel nods.

"Yeah. Actually, It was my granddad who helped me figure that out." Elvis and I exchange a quizzical look.

"See, a few years ago, when I was like, fifteen, I asked him how he knew my grandma Y/N was the one. He told me that for him, the world stopped spinning, she took his breath away, and at that moment, she became the only woman he could see."

"Only woman, huh? I'm something special," I say as I nudge E with my elbow. His chest rumbles as he laughs "you sure are, honey, you sure are" James takes a moment to process what our grandson said. "Mrs. Presley is a lucky woman,"

Daniel laughs " Yeah, she tries to pretend that she could live without him, but you should see her when theyre apart, just miserable..." I can feel the smug look plastered on Elvis’s face without having to look, it only lasts a moment though "...Papa E ain't no better. I think he might be worse," He laughs.

James doesn't miss a beat. "Are you hoping for your marriage to play out like theirs?"

Daniel hums, "Oh absolutely, I mean not the struggle..." he says.

"…They had to fight even to be together legally; I think that's why they love each other as much as they do. One time I caught them slow dancing in the kitchen, no music or nothin'. They have such a strong bond, and I want to create something similar with my wife. Just two old souls in love." he says with a smile.

I feel my heart swell, and my eyes water a bit as I realize just how far we've come. Of course, Elvis has to go and ruin the moment. "Who's that boy callin' old?" I wipe my face with a smile "oh, hush up, El."

Daniel continues, "I just hope I get to be as happy as they are when I'm that old" Elvis can't help himself. "He said it again!" I hit him in the chest this time. "He's praising us, and you're worried about him saying we're old,"

Elvis chuckles at my disbelief. "That's 'cause we ain't, mama." I shake my head.

They begin to wrap the interview up " well, I'm sure I speak for all of us here at the studio when I say I wish you the best at this milestone and the ones to come. Unfortunately, that's all we have time for, so this has been Daniel Presley! Goodnight, everybody!"

Daniel and James wave goodnight. As the outro plays, I start to think about everything E and I have been through, and my lips start to curl into a smile as I look up at him.

"We did good, El" I murmer, he nods in agreement. "Damn right, baby, I love you," and the war begins, but I try to get ahead of him. "I love you more. Goodnight."

Before I even have the opportunity to roll over, he grips me tight flipping me so im facing him, " Uh Uh. Nice try, Honey. I love you most now Goodnight."

"Oh please, Impossible. I love you most, E" he raises a brow "you do now? You love me so much you'll do anything for me, right?" He questions. I wonder where he's going with this. I cave and respond, "Mmm, yes, E," I can see the mischief in his eyes " Then admit that I love you most, sugar," He says. Sigh, I've been beaten. I refuse to go out without a fight, though.

"Okay, only because it's you. My old man." He shoots up quickly "HEY-" I duck under the covers and close my eyes.

"Goodnight, baby!" I laugh . He huffs and pulls me close. "Goodnight, my old lady."

Taglist: @tacozebra051 @elvisshowusyourpelvis @thatbanditqueen @sunnyx07 @18lkpeters @thesweetestinspiration @pennyroyalcreep @marriedtopresley @jen6832 @kendralavon7

[star-keepr]

hello hello here's another spg brainrot post <3

here's how I think the bots would react to u if u were overstimulated/overwhelmed

Rabbit: would immediately try distracting you with more chaos in an attempt to make you laugh. this has a 50% success rate and if she realizes it isn't working she'll just hug you silently till you stop crying, afterward offering things like snacks or sharing her own shortcomings. if necessary, the comfort movies will be used.

The Spine: notices your discomfort rather quickly and takes you away from the situation. he'll do the best he can to give you advice or try to help in some way (if you're crying/hyperventilating) and generally keep your surroundings quiet. he can be a little awkward with this as it isn't something he's typically used to, but helps u anyways because he's a cool robot :]. will try to take your mind off things with coversation of movies, music, dinosaurs, anything he can think of, listening intently to whatever you say. if you say you need anything (blankets, tissues, etc) he'll get it for you, but chances are if you know each other he'll already have those ready for you.

Hatchworth: wouldn't really pick up on your discomfort until you had to leave or you physically started crying/hyperventilating. means well though, and once he notices you're not doing alright he'll take you somewhere small to hide (a fort, under a table, behind a bookshelf) and ask you questions about why you're sad and why you do this. he has no malice behind his queries, he genuinely wants to understand how/why you do this and if he can help prevent it in the future. by the time you finish explaining things to him you'll likely to have calmed down, and then he'll offer a mystery sandwich. you must accept, even if you don't eat it.

Zer0: your mood is his mood. if he finds you upset or overwhelmed, he has a magic way of always understanding. he will provide you with hugs and silent comfort, possibly even crying a bit himself. a great bot to go to if you need physical comfort, or just to know someone else understands. will offer you his favorite dinosaur toys that he definitely didn't steal from Spine.

The Jon: taken aback at first by the sight of you, but will waste no time in bringing you either outside or to a pillow fort he made, staying close to you the entire time and keeping some sort of physical contact (i.e., hand on your arm, touching shoulders, just to remind you he's there and not going anywhere). will listen intently and happily talk to you for hours, not minding if you have a hard time responding (he'll wait patiently for you to respond). I mentioned that he does this in my headcanons list, but he'd definitely give you lil platonic kisses all over your face and hands. would also shower you with stuffies and things he finds around the area you two are in, trying to smile in hopes it will be infectious. if desired, he'll tell you whimsical stories and adventures of his time in Biscuit Town.

Upgrade: would offer if you wanted to rule alongside her (everyone knows she's a princess) in her kingdom, and would ramble on about your new royal duties and what her imaginary kingdom is like. she wouldn't really care if you listen or not, but you are expected to at least nod or acknowledge her. she'll let you have varying amounts of power over the kingdom depending on how sad you are.

[byullielle]

That Mind Mine to Lose // Han Jisung x Gn!Reader

yes another song-inspired fic, it's the 3RACHA brand atp; odds by NIKI, but only the line 'What I'd give to make that mind mine to lose' because I am the biggest genius!Jisung enthusiast A look into how Jisung shares his creative processes with Y/N, and although they don't get it too much they're still overall amazed and endeared by the sheer passion Jisung has for his job.

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kissies, Music Terminology (author doesn't know wtf she's saying style), Est. Relationship, Petnames (baby, darling, jagiya/jagi)

Disclaimer: wrote this to NIKI's entire discography because idk what it is but in my mind she's so...jisung coded (???) i suggest listening to acoustic guitar-heavy music while reading

A strum then a tap against the fret board, and then another strum, before a full chord comes out, the grunting. Even with your back turned you could see your boyfriend's cute little pout, lips pursed out while bending to write something down on the notepad on the coffee table.

You're heating up cups of tea and coffee for the both of you since he is deemed energetic enough to not stay cooped up in his room and provide you a little show about how he works on his songs. And while you make snacks and a drink the guitar has been playing partially for the past 10 minutes. It isn't a full song, but the humming, half strums and taps to the fretboard with some of his own mumbling and light singing provides the comfiest atmosphere to man. You love watching and hearing Jisung work, always so entrapped in how he concentrates then suddenly lifting his head to smile at you. It turns your heart into mush and would render you wanting to bash your head against the wall because of pure cuteness aggression.

Your Jisungie was one energetic beast. Always running off the walls, dancing around the house, and on a tangent about everything and anything—and it wasn't that you didn't love him for that, but there was just an entirely different vibe when Jisung is in the zone but with your presence in the mix. It's comforting and healing, as Felix would put it.

Putting the plate of warm cookies and your mugs on the small tray, you carry it to the living room and set it down on the coffee table, "Jagiya," you let out in barely a whisper because he has his guitar encased in his arm and eyes closed as if he's pulling some lyrics within the galaxies of inspiration behind those closed eyes. You sit on the velvet armchair right across your couch where he was working, not wanting to invade his personal space.

He smells the coffee and opens his eyes, beaming up at you to see the snacks. "Sweet!" he beams up at you and reaches out to take a cookie, "Baby, what are you doing there? Come sit here," he pats the spot next to him. "Are you sure?" you ask but already stand from your spot.

"Of course! I need some of your powers so that I could think of things," he chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek immediately right after you sit down, then another on your lips after you set your drink down. You couldn't help but giggle, cupping his face quickly before pressing one last peck on his lips, letting go before settling down on the couch. "What are you working on?"

"I wanna make it sound like, soulful but bridge should have some high point," he visualizes with his hands in front of him, twisting and turning as he interprets it physically, "Like, if a sad song had a happy beat, there's supposed to be a hook that lets it sinks in that it's a sad song," he rambles on, and you nod along, trying your best to revision what he's trying to achieve although you're probably thinking of two different things.

"I have like, a verse and the bridge but it's still missing a whole chorus and two more verses,"

"Well, let's hear what you've got, if it's alright," you request, which makes him look over to you with heart eyes, absolutely smitten by your request as the tips of his ears turn pink, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Okay," he replies before pulling the notepad closer, but you take it and hold it up for him.

"Thank you darling," he smiles before clearing his throat. He strums a few chords, making you sway gently against the fine melody he's making, a bit choppy but not like you could do any better. He starts singing, lyrics still unrhyming but still holding weight, his voice and the chords of the guitar melding properly and you giggle at the sudden dissonance after he plays the wrong chord. He carries on until it's over.

Then a comfortable blanket of silence envelops you both. You set the notepad down and gently clap for him, delight spread all over your features as he chuckles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think it's starting to sound nice," you honestly say, knowing he hates it when it's a simple 'sounds good,' because he needs to know how it sounds to you. And you love him so much for valuing your opinion because you could be credited for half his work at that point. Which was something both of you often joke about.

"It's like...you know when you listen to a song for the first time not knowing its lyrics so you assume its a happy, acoustic song?" you try to explain to him more specifically, "That kinda vibe,"

"I see," he nods. "Well, I'll work on it more tomorrow," he shrugs before strumming the strings one by one, "Wanna sing for you jagiya, is that alright for you?"

"I'd love to!"

With your tea encased in your hands, warming you up, Jisung takes a sip of coffee and a bite of a cookie before starting to position himself properly. He starts out a few testing strums, then fully plays chords familiar to you. As he plays, you sway to and fro, eyes closed and taking occasional sips of tea, his voice relaxing every muscle in your body.

God, did you love Han Jisung. Your creative and talented genius.

if you wanna send in a prompt or an ask or just say hi feel free to do so!!

[ambroziadelphine]

My Personal Addiction (Geto Suguru x Reader) Chapter 4

Masterlist

Geto decided to walk me back to my dorm, wanting to ensure I didn't get lost in the maze like hallways. I was thankful I had packed a bag with a change of clothes, Shoko said she'd get me a spare uniform for tomorrow which I profusely thanked her for. I couldn't wait to sleep. It was quiet between us when I noticed Geto glancing at me from the corner of his eye making me sigh.

"I thought we already talked about the staring." I said, a small smile on my face as he averted his gaze, his ears pink making me chuckle slightly. "If you want to ask me something, you can." I said, clasping my hands behind my back as we walked. He was quiet before he glanced at me and sighed.

"Forgive me if this is an ignorant question, but why is being a child of divorce so bad?" He asked after a moment. I was quiet before I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed.

"Its not just being a child of divorce that's the problem." I said, putting my hands in my pockets as I looked at my shoes. "My family situation is.. complicated, to say the least. I've never had what you could call a 'normal family'. It was always just me and my mother, but most of the time it just felt like me. She wasn't exactly a good mother." I said, glancing up to see his sympathetic look.

"I can see why that would make you not want to go back there." He said quietly just as we reached my room and we stopped outside it. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. Divorce isn't exactly a common practice here from what I've seen." He said but I just shook my head.

"Don't worry about it. I understand some people may not realize how messy divorce can be for a child, or how ugly it can be in general. I was kind of lucky I was an only child though, I suppose." I said, looking out the window at the darkening sky.

"What do you mean?" He asked, I took a deep breath through my nose and looked at him.

"Because I wouldn't wish any other child to go through what I did." I said quietly, looking away as I saw the concern creeping into his face.

"Evee, are you going to be okay tonight?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared down at me. I looked up at him with a small appreciative smile and nodded, knowing I wouldn't do anything. I've got people to save and shit to do here, I'm not wasting this chance to actually make something of my life.

"I'll probably just get my headphones and listen to music until I fall asleep." I said before a thought came to mind and I sighed. "Damn, just realized almost none of the music I like is around in this decade. Guess its a good thing I have my phone then." I said, chuckling as he did too, though he still held that concerned glint in his eyes.

"I guess you'll have to get used to things like that." He said, rubbing the back of his neck as I scoffed.

"As long as I get to hear Childish Gambino, Hozier and Conan Grey again, I'll be good." I said, he furrowed his brows at the names and I closed my eyes with a smile. "Top 3 of my favourite artists. I think Childish Gambino starts making music in 2011. I know Conan Grey and Hozier were a year apart but I can't remember which one released songs first."  I said, trying to think before Geto put a hand on my shoulders.

"I feel that's something you can figure out later." He chuckled, I blushed and looked down, embarrassed that I was rambling in front of him. "I think for now, trying to get some sleep would be in your best interest. I'm sure the higher ups will have made their decision by tomorrow." He said, my eyes looking back up at him, having to look through my lashes because of how tall he was compared to me.

"Alright, fine. I can't really argue when you could literally pick me up like a child." I said with a slight huff causing a wide grin to break out across his face as his cheeks turned pink in the dimming light.

"Kind of funny to think you're older then me, yet still so short." He said making me look at him in mock offense.

"I may be short but I bite, so I'd suggest you watch it." I said, playfully glaring at him as he laughed.

"Never had someone bite me." He said, before a small smirk came over his face as he leaned down a little, a finger on my chin to keep my gaze on him. "Who knows, maybe from you I'd like it." He said before stepping back and giving a small closed eye smile as I felt my face turn red.

"I'll let you get some sleep now. Goodnight, Evee." He said, turning around as he waved back to me, leaving me stood there in front of my door in shock before I silently walked into my room, sliding down the door immediately upon closing it as I tried not to squeal like a little fangirl. He just.. he just flirted with me. 

"Oh, why do I have to love miserable men with long dark hair so much?" I asked myself, getting up and walking over to flop down onto my bed, putting my music on shuffle as I let it quietly play throughout the room before I noticed something strange. I have Wi-fi, and my battery is full when I remember it was at like 70% when Kali and I fell. Wait, I have service too! Maybe I can call her? I quickly went to my contacts and pressed her name, hearing it ring as my eyes widened. "Pick up, you stupid bitch." I muttered, already imagining her Alastor ringtone going off right now.

"You're alive?!" Was the first thing I heard when the call actually answered.

"Where the fuck are you?!" I asked, trying to keep my voice down to avoid waking anyone around me. If there even was anyone around me.

"Sendai City, 2018." She said, I could hear the excitement in her voice as my jaw dropped.

"Bitch, guess where I am." I said, she asked and I couldn't help the massive grin from forming on my face. "Jujutsu High, 2005." I said, biting my lip as she gasped.

"What?!" She yelled, I winced as I pulled the phone away from my ear before chuckling.

"And Geto was flirting with me~." I teased, I could practically feel her jaw drop as her silence told me everything about how she was feeling.

"I'm so fucking jealous." She said making me snicker.

"I know." I mused. "But this means you can go after you're favorite characters, eh?" I asked, knowing she was a major sucker for both Sukuna and Yuji. 

"Yea, now I just have to find his damn school." She said, annoyance in her voice making me chuckle. "Doesn't help that it looks like its getting close to when Megumi is supposed to find the empty finger box."  She said making me snort.

"Hey, I have a question. If Sukuna's fingers are dangerous, does that mean his toes are too?" I asked, hearing silence on the other end before she snorted.

"I might ask him that." She said making me cackle.

"He might kill you." I said, but she just let out a 'pffft' and I could practically see the eyeroll.

"I'd let him as long as he fucked me first." She said making me chuckle, she really was a simp for that king.

"Hey, so they don't know about them being an anime in our world, so if you could try to at least not make this too difficult for future me when you see her, cause I think I'll have to stick around for a long time before we see each other face to face. At least for me it will be." I informed her, hoping she wouldn't end up causing too much chaos in the future.

"Alright, I'll make sure to not expose too much, but I'm telling Sukuna and Yuji after a while. It'll just be weird if I know so much about them while they know nothing." She said making me sigh, knowing she'd probably tell them at some point.

"Maybe just talk to future me when you see her and figure out how to explain it to everyone, okay? And if I call again, don't mention anything about the people in the future of the anime, okay?" I asked, hearing her let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Fiiiine. I'll go find you, mother." She said before I heard her footsteps stop. "Oh, found the school. Well, I'll talk to you later, don't die without me." She said, I smiled and nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

"Alright, just don't kill anyone unnecessary, and tell me if Haibara is there when you get to JJ High." I said, chuckling as I figured to mention it before she freaked out. "I may be planning on saving his ass. We need that kind of positivity in the future. Megumi's depressed and angsty ass can suck it." I said as she let out a cackle.

"Careful, he might sick his dogs on you." She said but I only scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"I'd have those dogs lying on their backs begging for belly rubs. Animals love me, I doubt Shikigami will be different." I said, before remembering something and grinning. "Oh, also I saved Geto's life from a giant curse, which I can see so I'm guessing you can too. Okay, bye~!" I said, hanging up before she could answer and cackling as she suddenly was blowing up my phone with messages.

'WTF'

'WHAT DO YOU MESAN YOU SAVED GETO?!'

'ANSWER ME BITFCH! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAYT!'

'I NEEB DETAILS!!!!!!!'

She wasn't even correcting her spelling which made me laugh, turning my phone off and sitting in the dark as I relaxed, eventually falling asleep after a bit of struggle, but when light rain started to come down and tap on my glass doors, I quickly was lulled to dreamless sleep. 

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I wasn't at all surprised when I woke up just as the sun was raising with another night of sleep paralysis. This time it was that pinecone family from the game Fran Bow and I couldn't help the snort that came out of my mouth upon seeing the baby looking ugly af.

"Ya'll some ugly motherfuckers. No wonder Fran didn't really care much when she booby trapped and robbed your house." I said, they all turned to stare at me, the baby coming over and crawling onto the bed. "Bitch, you better back the fuck up before I turn you into a Firestarter. I ain't your mother, that bitch is over there." I said, looking over at the mother who look like she was dead in all honesty, not moving as she sat atop my empty desk. It wasn't long after the insults started that I closed my eyes only to open them again as they vanished, the sun now suddenly higher as sunlight shown through my window. I sighed and sat up, slinking off my bed just as I heard a knock on the door. I got up, opening the door to see Shoko with a uniform and small bag in hand as I looked at her in surprise.

"Wow, perfect timing. I just woke up." I chuckled, she smiled and handed me the clothes.

"I figured you'd want them as early as possible so you weren't stuck in your old clothes all day. I also brought some shower items incase you needed them." She said as I took the uniform and bag, the plain black fabric felt nice, and the trademark Jujutsu high buttons were shining as if polished to perfection mere moments ago. 

"Thank you." I said, smiling at her.

"How was your first sleep?" She asked and I shrugged.

"It was fine, I don't usually sleep much cause I get sleep paralysis so, fine as about as good as it gets." I said, scratching the back of my neck as she looked at me surprised.

"Really? I though sleep paralysis was caused by a type of curse. I don't see or sense one attached to you though." She said making me chuckle.

"Well, the things I see are always changing, it's not a set in stone creature so it might just be a me thing." I said making her raise a brow.

"Oh? What was it today?" She asked making me sweatdrop, hoping she wouldn't actually make me explain it.

"Uh.. might sound a bit too crazy to talk about." I said, giving a nervous smile as she chuckled.

"Everyone here is at least a little crazy. Being sane isn't really part of being a jujutsu sorcerer it seems." She said as I sighed, leaning against my door frame.

"I think seeing a giant living pinecone family in your bedroom when you wake up is more then just a little crazy." I said, seeing her face turn to confusion as I crossed my arms, holding the uniform and bag close to my chest. "It's a thing from a video game I played in my time. The things I see tend to be creatures from video games or shows I've watched. When I was a kid it was just shadow people. They're harmless, just kinda annoying." I said as she nodded, seeming to understand a little better why it was so weird.

"Are games with that kind of thing common in the future?" She asked making me chuckle, looking up at her as I nodded.

"For horror games or just slightly disturbing games, yea. I happen to fortunately like the weird or scary games though." I said, scratching the back of my neck nervously as she chuckled.

"I guess that's good. Means we at least know you won't freeze in fear at the sight of a curse." She said as I smiled.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't freeze." I said as she smiled back.

"Well, I'll let you get dressed then. I'm on breakfast duty, so I'll get Suguru to get you when it's done, alright?" She asked and I nodded.

"Sounds good. Thank you, Ieiri." I said, bowing my head just slightly in respect. At least I know something about Japanese formalities. She chuckled and turned to leave, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Just call me Shoko, don't worry about last names with me." She said making me smile wider, nodding.

"Alright then. Thank you again, Shoko." I said before she smiled and waved as she left, leaving me to get changed for the day.

[bonkwosher]

hi me again 👋🏾 i had the idea with benoit where basically he’s having a hard time during the pandemic (what we saw in the movie) but his partner—although worried about him— knows it’s his way of dealing with this so they’re not angry or upset, they just want him to be alright. when Helen comes and Benoit has the idea of going to Greece, he suddenly gets all excited again because he has something to work on. And when he comes back, that’s when he realizes he’s been “terrible” to his s/o and he just goes and apologizes/thanks them for putting up with him even though they didn’t have to. i saw you reblogged a prompt list as well so maybe you could use n.28? he brings a small souvenir from Greece and he’s just all cute and very very sorry but his s/o is just glad he’s okay and loves him no matter what ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Angst I guess

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the one shot that I lost & had to rewrite so I'm sorry if it's shit or whatever (I'm peeved rn & trying to remember everything before I forget it.)

You woke up again, still surprised by waking up alone. Benoit must've woken up early & rushed to the guest bathroom before you could catch him. Deep down he knew it upset you but he was distracted by his mind traveling a mile a minute with nothing to focus on. So he read, book after book surrounding the bathtub. You decided to make both of you some breakfast & headed to the kitchen. You heard Benoit rambling about the latest mystery novel he was reading. You opened up your recipe book & started breakfast.

After things started cooking you pulled out your phone, opening the group chat you had recently made. It was comprised of you & some of Benoit's recent friends. You couldn't get through to Benoit but they chatted sometimes so it was your only way to check on him. Admittedly, you liked the support you were lacking from Benoit. It was small but it helped so much to know you had people that cared.

Y/N L/N: Guys, day 7 in the bathtub. I don't know what to do at this point.

It took a minute for them to reply, in the pandemic that amazed you. But soon the chat filled with text bubbles.

"Benoit's Kareem": Oh god, don't worry we'll call him. We can get him to play some games or something.

"Benoit's Natasha": Yeah how about quiplash? I love that game.

"Benoit's Steve": Or Among Us, Benoit has to be good at that one.

"The Miss Angela Lansbury": Oh yes, that sounds wonderful. Let's call on zoom right now.

"Benoit's Natasha": Alright, I just need a minute.

Y/N L/N: Thank you guys so much, it means a lot that you do this for him.

"The Miss Angela Lansbury": Of course, Y/N. It means we get to hang out with your wonderful partner more. How could we say no to that?

With that you closed your phone & let out a sigh, turning to put the now-cooked food on a plate. Over quarantine, you had decided to take up baking & cooking. It kept you sane. You would make every meal by yourself, listening to music in your headphones or humming to yourself before delivering a plate to Benoit. You'd set it down beside him then sit out in the hallway against the wall waiting for him to try it. Each time he'd murmur about how it was delicious & perfect. If you ever tried to sit in with him he'd get upset saying 'he can't focus with your eyes on him' so this is the best you get. You opened the bathroom door & gave Benoit a warm smile, plate of food in hand.

"Good morning, baby," you spoke cheerily.

"What- oh, mornin' Y/N," Benoit set his book down, "Thank you."

You leaned in & placed a light kiss on Benoit's forehead, which was currently adorning a fez for whatever reason, "I love you."

"Mm, 'love you," Benoit sounded like his mind was elsewhere so you decided to let him stay there.

The sound of a zoom call ringtone played as you walked out of the bathroom. He answered that's good at least. He gets to talk with his friends. You sat down at the kitchen island & pulled out your phone to doom scroll. It must've been around ten minutes when a knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.

"Get that would ya?" Benoit yelled.

You hummed a short 'mhmm' as you walked towards the entrance to your home. You grabbed a mask off the desk before opening the front door. It was a weird sight. A small woman with a large, black box.

"Hello... how can I help you?"

"Is this Benoit Blanc's residence," the woman asked.

You decided to press for reasoning considering you are with a man who has put many dangerous people in prison.

"Why do you ask?" Well his office was closed & I really need to speak with him. It's urgent, please."

With that you caved, she couldn't be dangerous & the box all but scared you. You led the woman who introduced herself as Helen to the balcony where she could wait, leaving a couple baked goods on the table. After that you found yourself standing in front of the guest bathroom door. You knocked a couple times.

"Oh- Y/N, not right now. I-"

"There's a woman here that needs your help, Benoit. She said your office was closed & she needs to talk to you."

"Oh!" You hear Benoit hang up his call & scramble behind the door.

That feeling. Jealousy, hurt. You were upset that Benoit so easily got up to talk to someone else but not you. The bathroom door opened & Benoit appeared in one of his robes.

"Where is she?" Excitement laced his words.

"The balcony."

Benoit ran off towards the balcony & greeted the woman with the flair of swinging open the double doors. You sat at the kitchen counter once more & told yourself you weren't staring... but you were. Although through glass, this was the most you'd seen him in the past week. Within minutes he quickly rushed inside & towards your bedroom.

"Helen, we should get ready now! Do you need a suitcase?"

'A suitcase?'

You followed Benoit to the bedroom where he had already laid out luggage & began picking out outfits. He held a blue & white striped bathing suit against him & smiled, "Oh this is exciting."

"Benoit?"

"Oh! Y/N, I didn't see you there. Want to help me pack?"

"Pack for where?"

"Greece, of course!"

He spoke like you were present in his previous conversation. For some reason, he was upsetting you more & more in this moment alone. You clenched your first feeling like you were ready to blow. Deep breath. Your eyes fluttered shut & you let out a sigh. He's happy, & that's all that matters right now. You know this is all because he feels trapped in this tiny apartment & you can't blame him. You walk over to the closet & pull out a sweater & some pants.

"This would look good on you," you point out.

"Yes, this will do wonderfully! Thank you so much, Y/N! God, I love you."

Benoit pulled you into a hug & in that moment, you almost cried. It felt like forever since you had hugged or even heard those three words grace his lips. Maybe this will fix things. Benoit changed then left with Helen. You would be alone for a couple days, he said. Only a couple more days. You wished you could go with him. Benoit withheld the detail that it wouldn't be safe, not wanting to worry you. Making the excuse that he wouldn't want to risk you getting sick, he convinced you to stay. Plus, maybe he just needed his own adventure.

Benoit watched as Miles Bron was taken into custody. A smile crept up onto his face as Miles argued with the police. Helen walked up behind him & glanced at her watch.

"Ready to go home?" She asked in her real voice.

Home. You. Benoit realized everything he had been doing. Locking himself away hurt you. He brought his hands to his face as each time he shooed you away played in his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Y/N- my boyfriend. I wasn't the best partner after the pandemic started."

"You better make it up to him, that man is an angel. I tried one of those muffins he made before we left- perfection."

"Yeah," Benoit's mind was already racing thinking about the perfect gift.

You were watching (insert tv show) when a knock hit the door.

"Leave packages at the door please!" You yelled, not wanting to get up from your spot.

The knocks persisted. You sighed before pausing the tv & got up out of your little comfy spot on the couch. You slipped on a mask & opened the door talking before looking up, "Benoit isn't here right n-"

You paused when you saw him standing in front of you, a bouquet & gift bag in hand, "Speak of the devil."

Benoit wordlessly pulled you into a tight hug. You forgot you two could even be this close. You wrapped your arms around his neck & let out a soft chuckle.

"Where'd this come from?"

"Speaking of the devil, I have been one lately. Haven't I?"

You guided your boyfriend inside, "Benoit, no-"

"Y/N you don't have to lie. I was in a rough place but I shouldn't have shut you out. You keep me happy & I'm such an idiot."

"I understand, okay. Did your trip give you your much-needed break?"

"Yes, darling. I-I got you a gift online but it wasn't coming in time so I grabbed you a small gift. It's stupid, I- just take it."

Benoit shoved the gift bag in your direction & his cheeks turned beet red. You opened the pretty black bag to see a mug with greek characters on it.

"What does it say?"

"I tried to find one in english but it was this little mom & pop shop & who I presume was the 'mom' kept yelling at me in greek. I couldn't understand anything. Someone told me it says 'World's Best Boyfriend.'"

"Awe, thank you."

"You are the world's best boyfriend, Y/N, for putting up with me."

You chuckled, "If that makes me the world's best boyfriend I have a pretty easy job."

You pulled Benoit in for another tight hug. You were glad to have him back.

Note: I totally think after this Benoit would bring you "World's Best Boyfriend" mugs in every language from his trips.

[shakescr4zyy]

KILLBOTROCKER HCS !! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 🎸꒷꒦✧˖°🫀⋆｡𖦹꒷꒦

Hiii,, hru?? hope ur alright :33

Today I'll tell u abt sm Killbotrocker/Carl x Thundercleese headcanons of mine.

Hope yall like them ^_^

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Thunder is a fan of alt pop. . . But also of rock thanks to Carl. Carl is a fan of rock. . . But also of alt pop thanks to Thunder.

YEAH,, THEY LISTEN TO MUSIC TOGETHER!!!

You ask anyone who knows Carl a little or not at all whether he's attractive for them or not and they'll say,, "He's decent" or simply "No,, wth,, he's so ugly." But you ask Thunder. . . And damn,, he'll just go rambling non-stop about how gorgeous he is.

Oh yeahhh,, sexualities/gender identities hcs. Carl is bisexual (he/him) and Thunder is gay and demiromantic (he/him)

They love to fly together through the sky,, mostly at night (I don't remember if it's canon or not,, but Thunder has thrusters on his arms,, legs and metal wings, and if he doesn't have them,, well,, I hc it too lol)

(Carl) "Hey, I'm soo bored-"

(Thunder) "How about we burn down some buildings and kill people in our path,, causing chaos and destruction?"

(Carl) ". . .

And that's why I love ya. Prepare your armory,, hon'!"

(Thunder) *Killing people and burning everything.*

(Carl) (Omg he's so hot,, I love him sm)

They usually sleep hugging each other,, spooning (Thunder would be big spoon and Carl little spoon) or facing each other.

Frylock didn't agree with the relationship at first,, as she knew what Carl was like and didn't want her son to be hurt,, or to be equal to or worse than him. But she saw that,, over time,, Carl managed to slightly improve as a person (Slightly,, because he's still the same,, but at least he's a little more affectionate,, right??) thanks to being with Thunder. Now she fully supports them and is happy her son has found love. . . A weird love,, but it's still love.

Nicknames:

Carl: "Asshole/idiot (lovingly lmao),, hon',, darlin',, my favorite killing machine,, lover boy"

Thunder: "My love,, babe,, my dear,, my one and only,, my muse"

They luv each other yeah okay,, LEAVE ME BE HAPPY WITH THE SILLIES.

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That'd be all for now. Maybe I'll do a part 2 if I have another hcs in mind.

Byeee,, stay safe!! :D

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi Berry <33 thought I'd try my hand at a match up <33 If it's alright, you can choose from One Piece or JoJo!

I'm 19, a bisexual trans man, my pronouns are he/it!! I'm very shy and very awkward, my face gets red very easily 😅😅 I tend to ramble and talk over myself sometimes, I'm pretty dorky tbh 💀 I will talk endlessly about the media without any warning, and I always try to get others to laugh. I think my love language would be physical touch, I'm pretty distant at first but man I'm a touchy person once I get to know someone.

I'm pretty artsy I think. I love crocheting, I love writing, and I like to draw. Experimenting with different mediums/styles and trial and error is probably my favorite part of said hobbies. I'd also describe myself as controlled chaos if that makes sense 😅😅 both fashion taste and music taste is very scattered. It's a broad spectrum, I don't have a specific label for my music taste and personal style. All I know is that it's just weird stuff I like!

Hopefully this is enough 😅😅 take your time and reach out to me if you need anything more!! Have a good day/night <33

notes - AHHH HI! I am so happy to see you here for the event! I love doing matchups for moots!! I have the perfect person picked for you, I think. I just totally see it working out based on your personality! I hope you enjoy <3

the character I match you up with is...

LIKE HEAR ME OUT

he doesn't mind one bit that your awkward because he is too

sure he teases you when your face gets red, but his face is redder

he loves listening to you talk because he just thinks you're so smart and everything you say or talk about piques his interest

like when you go on and on about your hobbies, he is looking at you with goo goo eyes <3

he loves that you get others to laugh. when you get him laughing though, he won't stop laughing

he totally respects your boundaries, but when you get to the point where you are able to express your love language, bro is a cuddle bug

he's also like super warm to cuddle

please crochet him blankets or stuffies, he will love you forever and ever

you and him are both beautiful chaos and I just totally see it working like omfg

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