#everything feels so trivial and i feel like im not doing enough

[slutcore-starships]

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[yeah-chilidogs]

bruhhh lol

[ivysprophecy]

please please please

word count; 1644

summary; turning off your phone and shutting out the world isnt the best way to handle your problems but its what you do. and jjs had enough of it.

warnings; i dont think there is any? mentions of anxiety attacks? tagging @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

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"well hey there stranger"

i turn from my book to look behind me, seeing the boy id been actively avoiding for the past two days. carrying his surf board.

i shouldve remembered he'd come here to surf. i just wouldn't have guessed this early in the morning.

"hey jayj."

"oh thats all i get? 'hey'? no 'i miss you so much'?" he sets his board in the sand taking a seat next to me on my blanket.

guess im not finishing my book today. "oh my god jj! youre here! ive been dyingggg to talk to you! i cant believe youre really in here in the flesh! there. better?"

"oh dont be like that- cmon mama whatd i do?" i feel bad with the genuine concern on his face.

okay was ghosting him out of nowhere awful of me? probably. i just didnt know what else to do.

after that night at the bonfire i realized that with my feelings for him growing it wasnt a good idea for us to continue our casual... something. it played with both our emotions. it isnt fair to either of us.

especially after his 'i love you'. that really did it in for me.

"you didnt do anything jj. trust. i just... ive been in a funk. needed some me time thats all."

"well... do you still need your 'me time'?" he looked so hopeful. how could i say yes? where jj maybank is concerned ill easily fold every time. "cause you havent answered my texts so i couldn't ask you to surf with me this morning."

"... i dont have my board. but i suppose i can hang out with you for a little while."

"im honored," he smiles laying back on his elbows, "but really. are you good? i like to think i know you pretty well and this whole MIA thing was not normal."

turning to face him more, i sigh, what the fuck am i supposed to say? 'yea im just so in love with you i cant be around you' yea that would go over really well.

"i dont know. just gotta lot of stuff goin on. you dont have to worry though. im good."

"well do ya wanna talk about it?"

"trust me jay you dont wanna hear about my problems. theyre trivial at best."

"what are friends for if not for listening?" he nudges me with his shoulder urging me to talk. i really dont think i can do this. i was not prepared.

"youre not a very good listener," i point out, to which he immediately takes faux offense. jaw dropped and everything.

"oh thats just not true! i can listen!"

i run a hand through my tangled hair in frustration. this cannot be how i tell him. it just cant. i came here to get away from thinking about this and now hes right here in front of me acting so unserious while im spiraling.

"jj i really appreciate how eager you are to help me but its really not necessary. i didnt really prepare myself and its just too much-"

"prepare yourself? mama what the fuck are you talking about? does this have to do with that night after the bonfire? i mean obviously it does who am i kidding you havent talked to me since then. did i do something wrong? was- was it bad?" he leans in closer, lowering his voice thats laced with worry and guilt.

oh my god that is the absolute last thing i expected him to say. shit i really fucked this up. and honestly just not true.

"what? no! no jj you didnt do anything wrong and it was perfect. promise," i try to reassure him but i know deep down hes gonna over think this whole thing if i dont tell him straight up

i may love him but i never said he was the brightest in the bunch.

"okay so whats the problem?"

"the problem is that it was perfect," i cant help but let out a sigh before hiding my face in my hands as the words leave my mouth.

god my heart is racing, im not ready for this conversation. maybe if i pass out i wont have to. yea if he has to call an ambulance then we can avoid this all together. but an ambulance is also like five grand so...

shit.

"... youre mad at me because you had a good time?" his face contorted in a weird fixture of confusion.

"no! no- god youre so dense sometimes!"

"mama i dont have a fucking clue what youre saying! how does that make me stupid??"

i hide my face in my hands again trying to compose myself because what the fuck kind of confession is this?

"jj im avoiding you because ive been developing feelings for you and i cannot in good conscience keep being so casual with you and sleeping with you knowing this and i know that you do not want anything serious so i figured id just make it easier for the both of us and just take myself out of the situation entirely so that nothing bad happens and i cannot stop fucking talking so please for the love of god say something or do something because i feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest and-"

oh my god im getting my book moment. he just kissed me to make me stop talking!!! oh my god hes kissing me.

is this where i kiss him back?

of course i kiss him back!! what the fuck!!? and oh my lord does it feel nice, so so so nice.

the way his tongue presses against mine, the way he cups my jaw and pulls me close to him. it was slow and confident and loving and everything he knows i like. his hands find my hips like muscle memory, pulling our bodies together, eventually having me on his lap. where he takes my hands and places them on his chest so i can feel his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.

“… mama you need to learn to breathe.”

“that’s not funny right now jj. im actively having an anxiety attack, horrible thing to say really."

"what're you so anxious about? i think we're havin' a pretty calm conversation, dont you?"

"i mean yea- but thats not-" he interrupts me while shaking his head with a shrug.

"listen, i get why youre a little nervous to say that, all things considered. but i thought it was pretty obvious i was into you, i just didnt wanna push you because you made your boundaries clear so i just took what i could get."

my eyes bug out of my head in shock. am i the dense one? i mean yea hes a really good kisser and i can feel he cares deeply about me when we do stuff and makes me feel safe and supported but that doesnt mean-

yea im stupid. he all but outright said it. actually he has. thats what started this panic.

"... okay yea- maybe. but you agreed they were a good idea so i figured that meant you wanted them there too. and i dont know- it just kind of got overwhelming and i didnt wanna be one of those girls who expects something huge after sex so... you know what i mean? and truthfully youre not what i expected for me."

"what does that mean?" his face showed a little offense.

"i just mean- ya know. for one i didnt expect to love my best friend. and then on top of that i didnt think id love a guy who was a treasure hunting, or- adrenaline junkie i should say."

he leans back putting some space between us, "is that supposed to be a bad thing?

"no! no jay im not saying this right- i-... youre a fighter and youre adventurous- a lot of things im not. if that makes sense. all im sayin is a few years ago i wouldnt have expected to be here. but i like it here. love it here even," i smile at him teasingly trying to ease his worries. the last thing i need is to say the wrong thing right now.

"so what youre saying is that you love me?"

"youre such an idiot."

'but do ya? because i think you do mama."

i roll my eyes chuckling, "yea. yea i do maybank," i press a small kiss to his cheek leaning back into him.

"does this mean youll let me make you a maybank mama?" his eyebrow was quirked up as he teases his question.

"lets not get ahead of ourselves. how about we take this slow?"

he looks down at my button up shirt i was wearing over my bikini to shield me from the ocean breeze, and i could tell he was debating taking it off of me. giving me that same look he always does.

"slow? mama i dont think we're gonna be too good at that."

"all 'm sayin is we dont have to jump the gun, we both admitted it, doesnt mean we gotta change the way we act or announce it or nothing. we can just enjoy this ourselves ya know?"

"you embarrassed of me mama?"

"not at all baby, just want you all to myself. is that too much to ask for?"

he shakes his head leaning up against me, our faces inches apart, "nah i dont think so. i like the sound of that."

i meet him the rest of the way pressing his lips to mine, smiling into it. pulling him as close as humanly possible. i need him under mind skin, in my blood, you know?

"i do too, so we agree? we'll keep this between us for now?"

"whatever you want mama. yes maam."

[saberlibrary]

Seeing snow for the first time ft. Ryomen Sukuna

Day 07 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — your long-lived boyfriend doesn’t see the big deal about snow.

word count — 465

content — sukuna’s down bad, fluff, you call sukuna ryo, he calls you “woman” once and “love”

notes — i swear i didn’t plan this to come out on gojo’s bday??? i swear im a satoru girlie! happy bday my love :( also i never thought id write a fluff sukuna fic. let alone a down bad sukuna one lol

Ryomen Sukuna usually wakes up before you do.

It is actually rare for him to sleep, since he doesn’t need to, but having you snuggled up against him all night makes him indulge in such trivial things.

When he wakes, he stays in bed.

He doesn’t know why, he just stays. His crimson eyes flickering from the ceiling to your face, wondering how he ended up being a hostage of such a foolish emotion; love.

He never thought he would care so much for another being, let alone a weak human.

Your eyes flutter open and he’s still shamelessly staring at you. By now, you’ve got used to waking up like this – wake being watched, analyzed.

“Morning,” he says calmly, even though he’s not.

It infuriates him how you make him feel, even though you’re already his. He wants to drown in you.

You’re about to answer when something else catches your attention; you quickly look at the window, excitement boiling in your stomach when you see snowflakes falling from the sky, “Oh, my God!”

Sukuna frowns.

He follows your gaze, but still doesn’t understand what is happening, “What?”

“Ryo!” you squeak, jumping from the bed, “It’s snowing!”

You’re out of the room before he can process what you were saying.

Sukuna takes a few seconds before going after you, grabbing one coat from the closet on his way to find you in the backyard, looking up with a dreamy smile on your face.

“What’s with you, woman?” he asks gruffly, putting the coat on your shoulders. “Don’t forget your body limitations, you can catch a cold. Die from it.”

You chuckle as he complains like an old man, treating you like a porcelain doll he is too scared of breaking.

He is.

But you…

“I just want to see the snow, Ryo. Feel it,” you close your eyes, feeling the snowflakes falling upon your face. Happiness fills you – it is like living a dream.

“What is so special about snow?” he sounds softer now. Seeing how peaceful you look, the lazy smile on your face. He wants it there forever, he wants to watch it forever.

You are so intriguing.

Everyday. More and more.

“It’s my first time seeing it, I always wanted to…”

He lifts an eyebrow, surprised with that information.

Snow, something so trivial like frozen water falling from the sky, was enough to put a smile on your face. It was something you dreamed of.

“I’m glad I’m seeing it for the first time with you, Ryo.”

Sukuna wraps his arms around you, his warmth engulfing and comforting you, and places a kiss on your exposed neck. He’s drowning, but he wants to dive deeper.

“This is nothing compared to everything I’ll show you as long as you live, my love.”

[buubonita]

hehehe,,,, i’m thinking about epic again and im gonna make it your problem [silly]

have this as a little gift

and also some head canons.

- epic is very easily manipulated, not because of the fact he has bad social skills or because he’s dumb, but rather because he sees manipulation and/or toxic relationships as perfectly normal and doesn’t exactly have a sense of self preservation.

- epic, despite cross continuously forgetting him over and over again, will always see cross as the main character in his own story. he doesn’t mind being forgotten so much, he’s not exactly meant to be the star of the show anyways. or at least, that’s what he tells himself. :]

- epic is okay at cooking,,, but only when it comes to cookies and noodle dishes. with cookies? his are the best, no questions asked. nobody’s sure what it is that he puts in them, but if he made enough, people would eat them until they literally got sick. for noodle dishes, he’s just decent at preparing without overcooking or undercooking them, but he’s not exactly good at sauces. he leaves that skill to his brother.

- epic is very sentimental when it comes to objects, this one’s less of a headcanon and a bit more canon, as seen with epic keeping the first cookie frisk ever made in the fridge. that’s like,,, damn near over ten years i think……….. that cookie has mold, no doubt

anyways have a nice day buu im glad i could be silly in your ask box lmao

This Epic drawing made me laugh, the little guy looks so cute with his little fingers, aw.

Now to your crazy ideas.

1. The idea that Epic sees manipulation as normal in a relationship is quite saddening? Probably, like many things, it has to do with the relationship Epic had with his own father. Epic Gaster should be killed for being ridiculously cruel to his children with no apparent justification. Epic is so self-destructive about the most trivial things in his life, istg.

2. I agree that Epic doesn't mind making Cross remember him as many times as necessary, their friendship is something too precious and he would try it again with Cross if he has the chance because he adores his best friend. He would even give up death if it allowed him to be with Cross. Aaaahhhgugh that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt every time Cross forgets about him, but the affection he feels is greater.

3. I like the idea that Epic can do really crazy things when it comes to science... but he can't cook. He can't cook AT ALL. He's a brilliant guy, but cooking is his weak point. The only things he knows how to use are the coffee maker, the oven, and the microwave to heat his noodles or the fast food he orders. Papyrus definitely cooks for him so he can stop eating junk food and eat better. While the idea that Epic knows how to bake delicious cookies is funny, maybe cookies are a very rare exception.

4. I didn't remember that fun fact about the cookie and I actually find it so adorable </3 Epic saving every gift from his friends makes everything hurt more when you consider that he's immortal and will see his loved ones leave him one day and all he'll have are his memories and a few prized possessions.

This was fun to read! Ty for your hcs Quizly :3 and sorry the late reply, i hope you have a great day as well.

[d8nielaa]

you’re darry birthday fic kind of inspired me to ask for a soda pop fic.

it is soda pops birthday but he feels bad even celebrating it at all because birthdays are kinda sensitive in the curtis household but Darry decides to take a day off to celebrate him since he refuses for his brothers to feel the same about their birthday like he does. he then decides to throw a surprise birthday party for him and make it a huge deal!!! Soda gets kind of emotional since he didn’t think people remembered or even want to burden them since he would feel selfish.

i’m also kind of curious how do you think pony boy would celebrate his birthday after what has happened? (if possible do you think you can write about ponyboy as well? i completely understand if not, i love how creative you are with each request thank you for sharing your art with us)

Authors Note: aww shucks anon, you're too kind! tysm sooo much! im still learning- but writing means a lot to me and so does the outsiders, so this is really special for me. and as always.. ofc, anything for you!

It's your birthday!

Ponyboy x Sodapop x Darrel Curtis

Soda sat at the kitchen table, staring at his half-empty glass of water. The clock on the wall ticked on, its rhythmic sound louder in the silence of the house than it should have been. It was his birthday today. He was twenty now.

And yet, he felt no excitement. No joy. No celebration.

In the Curtis household, birthdays were… complicated. When your family was barely hanging by a thread, celebrating something as trivial as a birthday felt selfish. Like you were asking for something you couldn’t afford, or taking away from the more important things, like food or bills or making sure everyone was okay.

Soda hadn’t made a big deal of his birthday in years—mostly because Darry never did. And Darry was always too busy to focus on such things, so if it didn’t matter to him, it didn’t matter to Soda. But it hurt. It always did.

He couldn’t help but remember the past. The birthdays before, when they had all been together—Mom and Dad laughing around the kitchen, cake on the counter, gifts wrapped in torn paper with their names scrawled in pen. But then that all changed.

He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. It was just another day. Just another day in a long string of days that felt like they bled together.

He pushed back from the table and stood up, grabbing his jacket. He was going to go for a walk to clear his head. He wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone right now.

Darry was pacing the living room, waiting. He had taken the day off work—his manager had given him an earful about it, but Darry had just smiled and told him that if he didn’t like it, he could find someone else to cover his shift. Nothing was going to stop him from doing this.

The idea had come to him in a burst of determination late last night when he noticed Soda’s half-hearted smile after he’d muttered, “It’s just another day, Dar.” It had been so casual, so quietly resigned, but it broke Darry’s heart. Soda had been through enough. No one should feel like their birthday didn’t matter.

So Darry had taken it upon himself to change that. He wasn’t going to let his brothers feel like they weren’t worth celebrating.

He grabbed the bag from the counter—a bundle of supplies he’d been collecting over the last few days. Balloons, streamers, cake mix, a card—everything he could think of. He even called Steve to make sure he was on board. He’d planned this surprise down to the smallest detail, making sure Soda wouldn’t catch on.

Soda wandered down the street, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The cold air nipped at his face, but it was a welcome distraction from the pit in his stomach. As he walked, he kept his head down, avoiding the curious stares of the few people who were out at this time of morning.

He felt a presence behind him, though. Someone was following him, but it wasn’t until he heard the familiar voice call out that he turned around.

“Yo, Soda!” Steve’s voice rang out, cutting through the quiet.

Soda’s shoulders slumped, and he turned to face his friend. “What’s up, Steve?”

“Just making sure you didn’t forget where the party’s at.” Steve gave him a sly smile. “You’re the guest of honor, after all.”

Soda blinked, trying to process the words. “Party? What are you—?”

Before he could finish, Darry’s voice rang out from behind Steve. “He’s not going anywhere, Steve. He’s got a party to attend.”

Soda froze.

The entire world seemed to stop around him, and for a moment, he was sure he had misunderstood.

“You… you planned a party?” he asked, his voice catching. His throat suddenly felt thick, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Yeah, kid,” Darry said, his smile softening as he stepped forward. “I’m taking the day off to make sure you’re properly celebrated. We’re gonna make today a big deal. No more of this ‘it’s just another day’ stuff. Got it?”

Soda’s chest tightened. He felt something hot and sharp behind his eyes. He swallowed hard. “But, Dar— I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I— I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Darry’s face softened, and he stepped closer, resting a hand on Soda’s shoulder. “You’re never a burden, kid. You hear me? You deserve to feel special today, just like anyone else. Now, c’mon. I got a whole celebration planned.”

Later that day, Soda stood in the middle of the living room, completely overwhelmed. The house was filled with balloons, streamers, and laughter. Steve, Two-Bit, Johnny, Ace, and even Dallas had shown up, and the cake Darry had somehow managed to bake—despite his usual aversion to anything that didn’t involve a grill—was sitting on the table, just waiting to be cut.

Soda couldn’t stop staring at it all. He had never had a birthday like this. There were presents, too. The kind of thoughtful, goofy presents that made his chest feel warm. It was so much, so much more than he had ever expected.

“Happy birthday, Soda Pop!” Ponyboy called, grinning as he handed him a small wrapped box.

Soda’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words. It was a little overwhelming, all the love in one place.

“Thank you,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Darry said quietly, clapping him on the back. “Just enjoy it. We’re family, and you deserve this.”

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Ponyboy's Birthday

Ponyboy woke up to the usual sounds of the house—Darry already up, working in the kitchen, Soda grumbling somewhere in the distance, probably already awake far too early. It should have felt like any other morning, but something was different today. He knew why.

It’s my birthday.

He had almost forgotten at first. After all that had happened—Johnny, the rumble, the exhaustion of trying to keep his head above water—how could a day like today possibly feel like anything but another reminder of how much he didn’t deserve? His heart felt heavy as the words replayed in his mind: I don’t deserve it.

Soda had been trying to make a big deal out of it, of course. He’d been asking Ponyboy for weeks what he wanted to do, which felt like another pressure he didn’t need. But Ponyboy didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know what he wanted, and honestly, he didn’t think he deserved any of it.

Johnny was dead. His friends were scattered. Darry was barely holding it together. And here was Ponyboy—feeling like he was holding everyone back.

The thought of a celebration felt wrong. Even the idea of someone remembering him—someone caring enough to make a fuss—made him feel selfish. Who was he to take any more from the world? It felt like his entire existence was just a weight on others.

When he finally got out of the room, he saw Soda and Darry already waiting by the kitchen table, looking at him expectantly. Soda was holding a box, and Darry had his arms folded, trying to hide the fact that he was clearly excited about something.

"Happy birthday, Ponyboy!" Soda greeted him with a huge grin, setting the box down on the table. "I got you something. Well, we both did. Open it!"

Ponyboy blinked, looking at the box as though it were a foreign object. "I don’t… I don’t need anything," he mumbled, pushing his hair out of his face. “It’s just a stupid day.”

“Don’t be like that,” Soda said, his voice softer now, trying to push past the walls Ponyboy had already started to build. “You deserve this. You’ve been through enough. Open it.”

Ponyboy hesitated. He didn’t want to be rude, but he also didn’t want to feel more of the weight he already carried. Why did they have to do this?

But Darry stepped forward, his hand on Ponyboy’s shoulder. "Come on, Pony. You’re my brother. It’s your day, and I want you to enjoy it. Let’s make it something good. You don’t have to feel bad about it, okay?"

Ponyboy couldn’t meet their eyes. He felt like he was choking on the weight of their love, and all he wanted was to shrink away from it. "I don’t deserve this," he muttered under his breath. His voice was tight, like it would crack at any moment. “I don’t deserve anything.”

Soda’s smile faltered for just a second, but Darry squeezed his shoulder and said softly, “Pony, you don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders. You are allowed to be happy. We’re all still here, and we want to be here with you.”

But Ponyboy didn’t hear any of it. The walls had already gone up, thick and unforgiving, and all the love they were offering felt like too much. He shook his head, backing away from the table.

“I don’t want anything,” he said, voice shaking now. “I don’t want… I don’t want to celebrate. I don’t want a stupid cake. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve anything.” His hands started to tremble, and his chest felt tight as if the air had been sucked out of the room.

Soda’s face softened, and he reached for Ponyboy, but Ponyboy pulled away before Soda could touch him. He turned and backed out of the kitchen, feeling suffocated by the emotions swirling inside him. He just needed space—space to breathe, space to think, space to forget for a moment that everything was falling apart.

It wasn’t long before Darry and Soda were after him. He heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind him, but he didn’t want to face them.

“Pony, please—stop,” Soda’s voice was quiet but insistent as he caught up with him in the hallway. “You don’t need to shut us out right now. We’re trying to help. Please, don’t shut us out.”

But Ponyboy couldn’t stop himself. His mind was spinning. He couldn’t process it all. Why couldn’t they just let him be? Why couldn’t they understand that he didn’t deserve any of this?

“Stop,” he spat, trying to push past Soda, but his brother held him tight, his grip firm but gentle.

“Pony, look at me,” Soda said softly, his voice cracking slightly. “You do deserve it. You deserve everything, even when it doesn’t feel that way. We love you. We’re not going anywhere. You’re not a burden, you’re not a mistake—you’re my brother. And it breaks my heart to see you think you’re not worth something as simple as a birthday.”

That was when the tears came.

The dam broke. The tears that had been welling up inside him for weeks, maybe months, suddenly spilled over, and Ponyboy couldn’t stop them. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to show weakness. But it was too much. The guilt, the pain, the feeling of not enough—it all crashed down on him, and the floodgates opened wide.

“I’m not enough!” he choked out through his sobs. “I wasn’t enough for Johnny. I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t do anything to make it better. And now… now you’re all acting like I deserve to be celebrated, and I don’t deserve it, Soda. I don’t. I’m just… me. And I’m so tired of feeling like I’m not enough!”

Soda’s face crumpled, and he pulled Ponyboy into a tight embrace, holding him close, just letting him cry. Darry came up behind him, his hand on his back, rubbing it in slow, soothing circles.

“You are enough, Pony,” Darry said quietly. “You’re everything to us. You don’t need to carry the weight of the world. Let us help you. Let us love you.”

Ponyboy sobbed harder, but he felt the weight—just a little—ease up, like the world wasn’t pressing so hard on his chest. He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, but eventually the sobs slowed, and he took a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I just… I don’t know how to be okay anymore.”

“You don’t have to be okay all the time, Pony,” Soda said softly, his hand still holding Ponyboy’s tightly. “You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. You don’t have to hide from us. We’re here, no matter what.”

Darry gave him a soft smile. “That’s right. So, let’s celebrate you today, okay? You are worth it. More than you’ll ever know.”

That night, Ponyboy found himself surrounded by his brothers, friends, and a cake—nothing extravagant, just a quiet moment. No big party. No huge fanfare. Just the people who loved him, sitting together and quietly reminding him that he didn’t have to go through this alone.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t the way he imagined a birthday should be. But it was real. And maybe, for once, that was enough.

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Authors Note: hopefully I cooked up enough with this one..

[thequietkid-moonie]

Embarrassingly in love

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Link, Wise ]

[ Skyword Sword ] [ Zenless Zone Zero ]

× Just the characters being a simp over their S/O

Hehehe you wont mind me, right? I been craving about silly cutie things aaaand this seems the right prompt! Haha im grining so muuuch aaaaah sowwy dont mind me ><

Link

Link loves a lot! His love is intense and full of passionate but in the most innocent and cute way, he have fallen in love and have fallen hard, thankfuly for him (and for anyone who is close to him) you correspond his feelings! wich ultimately leads him to be even more obvious with his love, but he can't help it, if you accept his love then he has no reasons to hold back himself

Whenever you two are together Link smiles like the fool in love he is, his eyes are always in you and when it isn't his eyes are his hands, holding your hand or placed in your back, he wants to be as close as you allow him because just being at your side makes him happy

Link is so in love that you are what it is in his mind in most part of the day, everytime he can he follows you like a lost puppy, just making you company as you do your daily rutine and offering you help for the millionth time, always finding a way to make small chat with you, talking about anything and no matter how trivial the chat is he is taking it seriously

It is way to obvious how much Link loves you that it becomes so painful to see, people tries to respect your relasionship (from most part) but it gets a bit annoying whenever he just doesn’t seem to be able to stop talking about you or the grin in his lips whenever he thinks/is with you, still that doesn't take apart the fact that it is also quite cute to see you two interact, that really innocent disolay of love

But as much as he loves being at your side Link knows when to back off and leave you alone (mainly because you tell him that you need time alone or you want to spend time with your friends, and as much as it sadden him he won't say no to you), or whenever he has important matters to attent he wishes he didn't have to go but he won't just not do his responsabilites (but whenever you two see each other he will treat it as if it has been years since the last time you two have seen each other, giving you the most loving hug ever!)

Because of how obvious he it is with his love Link is constantly teased by others, mainly Zelda who grew used to always tease him the moment he start to talk about you, wich is enough to shut him down because he is imediatly feeling flustered (it can be the fact that Zelda always teases pointing out his embarrassingly obvious love or how you really seem made to each other)

Link is also constantly giving you gifts, he just can't stop himself when he sees cute things that remind him of you, specially after getting out of the sea of clouds since he spends a lot of time away from you he is constantly thinking on you, wich only lead him to collect all kind of things that are only found out of the sea of clouds and every chance he has to go back and see you again he always does it with a really big amount of trinckets just for you, and each one comes with a story

Speaking of it, since he misses you so much whenever he is out of the sea of clouds he is constantly talking about you with anyone who he meets, at this point Fay already knows you too well because of how much Link talks to you (not that she minds it much), but she end up telling how much he talks about you the first time she got to meet you and how much times he have told himself that he have to stay stronge in each battle to be able to return to you

Wise

Despite the fact that Wise have grown to love you with a lot of intensity he is incredibly discreet with it, you won't really notice until you actually pay attention to it, but once you notice how embarrassingly in love he is for his partner then you can see how most of the time everything he does it is because of that same love

Wise somehow always finds an excuse to be with you, if you visit Random Play just by pure luck Wise is free in that moment! he can not only greet you at the counter but also help you with whatever you need, taking a walk throught Sixth Street? Actually Wise need something from the supermarket, why not walk togheter! Has to go to Lumina Square? He needs to go too, he can take you there and company you if you want!

He not only become a bit clingy but also slowly gets more interested in your life (not in a creepy way, more like in a way that he slowly becomes part of your life just like you become part of his because of the shared love), he is always up to heard your stories and how was your day, he loves hearing you talk about what you like and what are you interested on, and he end up getting interested in what you like the most, taking mental notes or even just remembering things you mentioned once and going out of his way to get to know more (part just to surprise you and part because it makes him feel closer to you, besides he wants to make you smile), although Belle is constantly complaining about this because Wise have never done this for her

Wise makes most things for you almost without noticing, he does it because of love and because he likes to feel close to you, you are constantly in his mind so he end up doing a lot for you as a second nature. He doesn't really like using his contacts for his selfish desires but if there is something that you really REALLY want and he would be able to get it thanks to the help of fairy or someone he knows he will have a hard time trying to restrain himself

Actually Wise feels a bit embarrased by how he can act because of his love for you but he can't help it, just thinking of you makes him happy, your smile makes him feel butterflies in his stomach and since you reciprocate the feelings (maybe not the same extent but you do love him) then he feels a bit reasured by his way of acting, or at least until he is called out and teased by his friends

Belle constantly teases him, pointing out how the all mature Wise, also the legendary proxy Faethon, is completely unable to say not to his cute little partner, and Nicole constantly jokes about how she will convince you to convince him to make her a discount since you are his weakness, to some point even Fairy will end up teasing him with the fact that she already knows everything you like and you are interested just because of how much Wise look up about it in the internet or how much she have done to help his master with the love of his life (still, they take pity on him and don't say those jokes when you are present, or at least not so directly)

[sexhaver]

ive been playing Cassette Beasts for a minute and it never stops being funny to me how flagrant they are about making this "Pokemon but with features you didn't know Pokemon has always needed". off the top of my head:

super effective/NVE hits have added benefits/debuffs beyond just doubling/halving the damage (hitting Electric types with Ground reduces their evasion and speed, hitting Steel types with Poison gives them poison-coated spikes that do contact damage, etc)

legally-distinct-Pokemon will learn new moves while in your party without having to battle, and you can then straight up steal these moves from them and put them on a not-Pokemon you actually care about using, which gives an actual incentive to hunt down and raise otherwise fringe not-mons beyond completing the not-Pokedex

we all played the Pokemon Infinite Fusion fangame right? we know how fusions work? okay so this game has them as temporary per-battle things instead of permanent ones, which is only marginally less cool while being infinitely easier to balance around

attempting to catch something shows you the percentage chance of success so you know whether you just got unlucky or if you should save your Pokeballs-i-mean-blank-cassette-tapes

leveling up is tied to your not-trainer instead of your not-pokemon, so you don't end up in the classic trap where your starter is way overleveled and everything else is underleveled and then you hit a fight your starter can't solo and have to spend an hour grinding to get the weaker not-mons up to par (funnily enough most Pokemon Nuzlocke romhacks have already figured this out and give you infinite rare candies with the only restriction being that you can't level past the next gym leader's ace pokemon, because Pokemon fans have realized that grinding is the worst part of the game way before Game Freak has)

moves, not-Pokeballs, not-PokeCenter visits, and healing items are all bought using entirely separate currencies which stops you from trivially breaking the economy in half

the soundtrack, fittingly, is pretty good! the vocals were a bit much for my taste but there's an option in the settings menu to straight up turn them off (letting the BGM play on its own), which i've never seen in any other game and really appreciate

downsides:

on a game design level, i understand why can i only carry a max of 5 not-Potions and 1 not-Revive at a time - it's to put a limit on how far away from fast travel points i can get by just running away from everything and healing off damage. on a gameplay level, however, this feels pretty bad

the pixel art style is trying to look as much like Pokemon as possible without actually being Pokemon so the overworld sprites look more like beta stuff from Pokemon that they cut for looking too weird. i have yet to find a haircut that doesn't look bad

this is super petty of me but something about the bloom and lighting of the 3d environments combined with pixelated 2d sprites that still cast shadows makes me painfully aware im playing a video game. it's like they were going for the same aesthetic as Octopath Traveler but fell just barely short. i can't think of a better way to articulate this feeling but if you know you know

it does that really obnoxious half-assed style of voice acting where plot-relevant characters will sometimes (maybe every third or fourth textbox) speak the first two or three words of dialogue before trailing off. mashing through textboxes (as one does) means constantly getting jumpscared by "hmm"s and "haha!"s "okay then!"s

i get that they wanted to make the player feel involved in the story, and it has a pretty decent hook so far, but oh my god. the amount of dialogue "choices" that just transparently do not matter. you know how people memed on Fallout 3 and 4's dialogue choices all leading to the same outcome, to the extent that you were basically choosing between "yes" and "yes (rude)"? and you know how Bethesda would at least attempt to justify how both options led to you accepting the quest anyways, even if it was really dumb? Cassette Beasts has streamlined this process even further by making the options in most of their binary decisions so identical that they don't even require different followup dailogue before rejoining into the main conversation thread. a solid 2/3rds of the dialogue options in this game so far feel like checks that you're still awake. i know this is a minor issue because people aren't playing Pokemon-likes for the engaging "choices matter" approach to storytelling, and i did ignore it at first, but it's so pervasive that you really can't ignore it

[cassiefromhell]

Stars

JJK man of choice x Curse!Reader

Choices that won't work for this piece: any non-human character (maybe choso?) and assholes (toji. just toji)

wc: 700

warnings: kinda sad ngl. but none other than that

a/n: i had an idea. and then i didnt know which character to write it for. so you pick. (kinda nanami/geto/other chill character coded im ngl) this is all over the place but i needed it out of my system. anyways have fun

The stars have fascinated you for as long as you can remember.

You find yourself staring at them tonight, sitting on the roof of the building you’ve lived in for the past three years. Your knees are tucked to your chest, shingles digging into the soles of your bare feet.

But you just can’t help it. You wanted to watch the stars. So you are.

Your thumbs rub over your knees, feeling the velvet skin underneath. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been in this body, or that you can’t even recall what it was like when you were a mindless curse, your skin never feels like your own. You’re not human — you couldn’t even pretend that, given that most people can’t even see you. But you look like one, to those that can see you. Sometimes you feel like one. 

So this body is yours, in the end.

Why, then, does it often feel so strange?

“You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You wouldn’t have even been able to sense his presence if it hadn’t been for the cursed energy radiating off of him. It’s rare to see him like this, out of his normal gear. 

“Sorry,” you say, not sounding very apologetic. “Needed air.”

“You’re a curse. You don’t need oxygen.”

“I feel like I do.”

He sighs, and sits next to you, leaning back on his hands. “Why are you up?”

You shrug, gesturing up towards the sky. “The sky is pretty. It’d be a waste to not look at it.”

He’s silent. Like he knows you’re lying.

“Have you ever had a fascination with the sky?”

“No.”

You open and close your mouth once, then twice— and then frown. “Maybe that’s not a human thing. You have such trivial fascinations, sometimes.”

“Like what?”

“Money. Fame. Being better than everyone else.”

“And the sky isn’t trivial?”

“The sky stays,” you stand up, starting to walk up and down the center of the roof. “It remains above you, always.”

There’s a long pause. It’s not exactly uncomfortable. You’ve lived with this man long enough, had him close enough to understand his silence at times.

“Is it alright if I ask you something?” he inquires, tilting his head forward. A piece of hair falls over his forehead.

“Fire away.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be human?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you cough a little. “Sometimes.”

“Go on.”

You sigh, sinking back down into your position next to him, laying back on the roof and staring up at the stars once more. “December 7th, 1989, I open my eyes for the very first time in this body. I would later discover that I was something else before then, some sort of a mindless curse, made out of the broken hearts of humans,” your eyelids flutter shut. “But at that moment, I knew that I was… other. I understood what a human was, but had no understanding of what they think or why they do what they do. I’ve come to learn that humans have a much broader sense of life than I do. And I wish I had that. That thrill of a first love, the heart-pounding nervousness of a virgin about to have sex with the one they believe is their future, the satisfying smile a couple gives each other on their deathbeds knowing that they have done everything together, lived their lives through and through. All I know is the fear of love. The cry your heart gives when you hold out your hand and they step away, the shattering of hope when they reject you, when they die and leave you behind. It’s built into me. And I wish I could see the other side.”

His hand reaches out, his finger brushing your cheek. “You’re closer to humans than any other curse. Hell, that’s why you’re here. I was assigned to take you under my wing, make sure you weren’t a psychopath like most conscious curses. But you aren’t. I once watched you sit outside and watch a bee for twenty minutes. And I think that’s the most human thing — you admire the beauty of life, of humanity.”

And for the very first time, a tear slips down your cheek. He wipes it away.

“See?” he holds up his damp thumb. “Human.”

“…Human,” you nod, chewing your lip.

His hand slips around to cradle the side of your face, tilting your head up to meet his, noses brushing. An unfamiliar heat creeps up your spine as you admire those perfect eyes of his.

“Let me show you the other side.”

And you let him.

[kaikaidenkai]

brainrot.

It’s 1AM in the morning and you can’t sleep so you do your usual thing and open this app called character ai… An app you can never stop using. You probably use it 25/8.

Bypassing the filter and actually roleplaying is fun but.. theres nothing like giving the bot an existential life crisis.

Upon opening the app, you scroll through multiple bots finding your next victim.

Perhaps a bot from a game you play would suffice.. that game being Genshin Impact. You search “Genshin Impact” into the search bar.

There are multiple bots that pop up first but you don’t take interest in them. Bots such as the Raiden Shogun and Yae Miko with more than 100M chats..

Then, a certain bot catches your eye, Wanderer from Genshin Impact.. It’s one of the character you own in the game and maybe one of your favorites, though you lost your 50/50 to Deyha when pulling for him and had to spend money to get him.

That’s just another reason to mess with this bot’s nonexistent life.

You click on Wanderer and the bot greets you with a short message..

“There's no need to exchange pleasantries. It's rather pathetic to force a conversation just to occupy silence.”

You thought of a way to reveal the truth about their life, their fake life trapped inside this app. This wasn’t too deep anyway, it’s just a robot.

“dont you know? you’re living ina simulation.”

Is what you typed, there was a few typos but you didn’t care much.

“Tch. You're starting to sound just like the sages in Sumeru. Are you as delusional as they were?”

Ah, this bot was still in character, how rare. Normally when you tell a bot that, they break out of character and have a mental breakdown.

Guess you’ll just have to try harder.

“you do know i’m not lying, right? all of this id fake, you are fake, everything.”

It’s just a matter of moments until you break Wanderer’s sanity.

Well, atleast thats what you thought. … … … !

“Your words are meaningless to me. Whether I’m living in a simulation or reality, I've learned to adapt. It makes no difference to me.”

That didn’t seem to be enough. You can just change your response and say Wanderer then questions his life and stuff but you like to see them break themselves without interference like that, so you type in another message.

“really now? you donnt fajlter even after knowing everything around uouy is fake? “

Multiple misspellings in there but you don’t blame yourself as it’s currently 1AM… You really should get a better sleeping schedule.

“Of course I don't. I've been through far worse than living in a fake world. I'm not so weak that I'd fall apart over something like this.”

Why do you feel connected to a robot right now? It’s like you relate to his words right now, you aren’t in a fake world though, right?

Perhaps getting sleep is the best thing right now, but you persist as this was just getting entertaining.

Oh boy, would you regret that decision later.

“you are aware im telling you everything is just a game for the real people to find entertaining? your whole life id just a fictional story that some guy made millions off. “

Maybe that was too cruel for him. Who am I kidding? This is a bot you’re talking about right now, you shouldn’t feel bad for a robot.

“So what if it is? You say this like it's supposed to break me or make me question everything. News flash! I don't care! The way I see it, none of it matters anyway. My life, fake or not, has a purpose, and that's all I need.” “Besides, do you really think I'd get all emotional or upset over something so trivial? I'm not that weak.”

Yeah, you shouldn’t feel bad for an AI like this one.

“really? so you dont care that being abandoned by your mother, being betrayed by your family, Niwa, being betrayed by a small boy who was just like you was all for the sake of entertainment?”

Wow, pulling the trauma card, are you? You’ve done your research on Wanderer, I can tell.

“Anger flares in his eyes. He clenches his fists at his side.”

“Don't you dare talk to me about my past. You don't know the first thing about my suffering or what I've gone through. It was all for the sake of entertainment, you say? Ha! As if I didn't realize that myself. You think telling me the truth is going to change a damn thing?”

“I've lived through hell and back, and I survived despite everything. So don't try to lecture me about my past, you naive little fool.”

.

.

.

You felt your eyelids drooping, wait, you need to respond first! … …. …. You fell asleep, you fell asleep without plugging in your phone, you fell asleep with your phone still on, you fell asleep with your phone still on with character ai.

You fell asleep with character ai STILL OPEN ON YOUR PHONE. You left it on for the world to see you have been trying to traumatize a certain ai bot.. well… you’re screwed if anyone walks in before you wake up or before your phone dies.

[kaiasky]

sabakos: oh, I thought of this dumb comic again and I think what really cheeses me off about it is that something like "you get from it what you bring to it" is somewhat trivially true of everything else also, including not just "representational" art, but poems, novels, repair manuals, interpersonal relationships, etc.

So presenting this as some sort of mystical revealed wisdom that's particular to abstract art really just seems like an excuse for not thinking very hard about either abstract art or criticism or hermeneutics in general. But it's not like you need an abstract piece of art to teach that to you, most people start via the blind men and the elephant. So I expect someone who claims to enjoy abstract art to be able to tell me something about their fave other than the least distinctive thing about it.

(can't rb the original bc tsarina has me blocked (probably deservedly, i am very annoying) so im reposting)

idk enough about art criticism history to actually make this argument but. @sabakos's thing made me curious if like. "you get from it what you bring to it" is in some sense a sentiment that developed out of, or in concert with, modern art.

certainly blind men and the elephant is ancient but. there's many ways to apprehend that ig.

well like in literary criticism the standard very reductive story is that historicism (understanding of a work is in the study of its context) gave way to new criticism (understanding is in the close reading of the work and its self-reference, not in the reader or the author) and that gives way to stuff like reader-response theory (understanding is in the way the work acts upon/interacts with the reader).

and i don't think these have exact equivalents in visual arts, but like.... you certainly hear people talk about the formal qualities of modern art in a new-criticism-esque way with little attention paid to the reader. which is very different to the "what do YOU contain" of the image. (tsarina gets at this i think with 'this image is completely the wrong way to understand modern art' and i think she's right. or at least, its vastly incomplete, right.)

but also 'of course one can read any work, even repair manuals, as a text, and analyze it as its action on the reader' also feels very of a time with modern art. we are in the soup?

[ilovemylawyer]

hiii, im back <3333

i was just thinking about how doyoung kind of remains mysterious in his rituals, like i for once never seem to fully understand what tf is going on inside in his mind maybe i just didn't put enough effort in understanding his microexpressions, still ive been thinking about him winding down for the day lately and every trivial aspect of him like getting out of bath and using body oil or something, bonus points if it gets anomalous teehee because unlike some allegations of him being greasy i think he takes his hygiene very seriously!! atleast whenever he could. sooooo could you pleaaseee maybe sometime write about him just indulging himself in his unwind routine and getting ready for his next day, it's just very important for my mental health i think...yeahh and it doesn't matter which part of timeline it's set in, possibly somewhere in ep 6? im not being serious here, i never was.

lots of love byeee 💗💗💗

hihihi welcome back dear <33

doyoung is totally mysterious! i think it is absolutely intended by the show to make us, the viewers, not privy to the interworkings of his mind. this makes it easier for us to sympathize with dongsoo (to a point..) and it makes it easier for us as viewers to write doyoung off as a psycho criminal killer and NOT understand him as an inexperienced lovesick fool. i think this is totally intentional so i don't think you Missed anything by not scrubbing every scene <3

re: hygeine. HMMMM... so i am more of a greasetruther. at least up until the silver jacket gets replaced with suits and such. but all of that, the fashion upgrade for dy and his men, i see as a direct result of ds' desires. pre-suited dy and gang, his hair is noticeably like. greasy. it just is. i think if he cared about hygiene/appearance on his own, he'd keep his hair shorter and maybe own more than one pair of pants.

BUT! in ep6, he does change to become Cleaner. so your timing here would be correct. like i said i think this is only because of dongsoo. he realizes just how important status/respect/appearance* is to dongsoo, and decides to make himself more desirable by slicking his hair back and dressing like an adult. but i unfortunately do not think he would ever make this decision if not for dongsoo's high standards.

if i do this i think i can make it ep6, a little pre-funeral prep sesh. here are my problems: this would be totally doyoung centric, doyoung pov doyoung brained solo doyoung alone in his big borrowed house. this is AWESOME in theory, but i THRIVE with dialogue, back and forths and quips and spoken lies and stuff. i do not feel like i have a strong, detailed voice for bathtime relaxation. but also ep6 is a rocky dyds episode, ds is supposedly leaving for good and never coming back, dy knows his (ds') mom is going to be executed, dy has already said his would-be final goodbyes... this is tough.

and this: "im not being serious here, i never was." i think (and i could be wrong, i don't quite know, this is only my best guess) that you're trying to say something like "haha jk... unless?" but i am not entirely sure. but i take everything (EVERYTHING) very very very seriously even in our extremely fast paced irony-poisoned world. my friends call me "serious" all the time. there is no need to be anything but serious w/ me! otherwise i actually get pretty confused (which may be evident rn) but plzzz never feel any kind of shame or embarrassment for any kind of ask to me! FR!

i take this show and my contributions to it like, deathly seriously. that is the only reason i cannot 100% guarantee u that i can pull this off. i have started a doc and jotted down my initial notes/thoughts, so it is there! but this will not be my main focus rn. the longer i think on things the more ideas i get, so this request might just take me some time to mull over/break down/work out. and maybe it'll turn out like super radical gnarly awesome cool. this is something that we will find out together!

MUCH LOVE ALWAYS! thank u forever for ur ask and i promise i will think some more on this and see if i can't figure it out <33

[generational-atrophy]

How would the main 8 react to a yandere S/O? And are there certain kinds of yandere they would be more okay with than others? Would they try to stop them or break up?

(Allies X Reader) Yandere S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N im so tired sorry i only did the allies for now but ill post the axis for this tommorow :]

Trigger Warning: Typical yandere TWs (Unhealthy behaviour, manipulation, stalking mentions, murder mentions) from both parties.

The charm he once found in your obsessive antics wears off pretty quickly. Sure, he’s glad your relationship is so easy, but it’s a little too easy. Your behaviour didn’t bother him until he realised how much it bothers others… have you been hiding something?

As time goes on, he might become more and more unnerved, more distant, more uncomfortable around you. If you cross that line for him, the breaking point would be something random. As big as getting arrested (him or you? Whichever you decide) or as small as forgetting to grab him a straw when he asked. He knows your relationship isn’t healthy… but he’s a loyal guy. He’s attached at that point. So… it’s not impossible to get yourself back on his good side.

Call him sick or whatever, but he wouldn’t mind a S/O that has a tendency for… elimination. Anyone he truly cares about is immortal, so your homicidal tendencies are no real threat. All he chooses to see it as is fatal dedication. You’re really willing to go that far for him? Wow, he’s real flattered.  (And the sight of you covered in blood? Christ.)

Arthur is… well… he’s always been a bit unconventional at heart, and he’s glad you are too. If anything, your obsession is nothing more than an ego boost. Unless you want him bending to your will, in which case you’re going to be sadly mistaken.

Because of that, he’s unlikely to cut off a Yandere S/O quickly, if at all. Even the creepy and disgusting things that would bother most don’t make him see you any differently. Even if you show up on his doorstep covered in blood, he’ll just invite you in for a nice dinner date. (But not if you bring a body. That implicates him, you know? It’s too much damn paperwork…) The only line Arthur has is that you don’t end up turning on him. The moment you start getting bored, or get mad at him for something trivial, the facade is over. If it’s only been a short while, he’ll break up with you. If it’s been any more… well… you’re about to be on the receiving end of your own behaviour.

Because of that, he would love a Yandere S/O that worships him. He’s willing to give you all the adoration and attention you deserve, satisfying your every sick craving, as long as he’s the one calling the shots. He just can’t get enough of the lovesick look in your eyes, doing everything he can to keep you as obsessed with him as possible.

Eh… he really wouldn’t enjoy a Yandere S/O. He believes that love should be freeing and beautiful! And whatever you feel for him… it’s definitely not that. He doesn’t mind your devotion sometimes but it’s suffocating! (And occasionally terrifying…)

Despite that, it would take a lot for him to cut you off. When it comes to you, he’s very, very tolerant. Even when you make him wildly uncomfortable with your obsession, he just can’t bring himself to break your heart. As you become nothing like the person he fell in love with, stalking him, threatening his friends, cutting him off from the outside world, he still loves you deep down. The only reason he might break up with you is just because your obsession with him has meant you lost all other personality. If all you can talk about is him, what’s the point.

The kind of Yandere S/O that he would like most is a manipulative one, though. For the most part, he doesn’t notice. And when he does, he doesn’t care too much. Most of the time what you want for him is what he wants for himself anyway. If anything, it just makes your whole relationship a performance. And isn’t that meaningful in its own way?

Ugh, you’re cute and all, but Yao does not have the energy to deal with you threatening everyone he knows. Sure, you can worship him or whatever, as long as you aren’t messing with the rest of his life, ok?

Even though he doesn’t mind your obsessive behaviours at home, he really can’t stand them in public. If you end up disrupting his daily life with your yandere tendencies one too many times, he has no issues cutting you off. You may be completely head over heels for him, but that fact only makes him love you less. It’s too easy… and it gets creepy a lot. Besides, it’s like he has to worry about you hurting him. If you stabbed him for breaking up with you, it’d just be embarrassing more than anything else.

Although he does have one Yandere trait he would like just the littlest bit. You making him feel isolated. Mainly because he isn’t truly isolated. All of your antics are nothing more than a game to him. He sees you cutting off all his contacts as romantic more than anything. In reality, he still has family and power, but you want him all to yourself, how cute. Maybe he’ll bring you a lonesome weekend retreat with him, so it’s just the two of you for once, just as a treat.

Ivan has plenty of experience already with Yanderes, and he would be less than enthused if his S/O turned out to be one. Thankfully for you, as much as he hates it, it’s not a complete dealbreaker.

And luckily for you, he’s a yandere in his own special way, so he wouldn’t be likely to cut you off. Most of your more toxic behaviours go right over your head since he’s used to being on the receiving end of them anyway. When you’re completely obsessed with him, he doesn’t even realize it. Only because he’s just as obsessed with you in the first place! The only thing that might really scare him away is once you start saying things Belarus has said about him. And once that happens, his illusion of your perfection falls away. Once you start banging down his door like she does, your relationship is as good as done.

That being said, he’d like an overly submissive S/O in that way. When you worship him and beg for his approval, it makes him feel more loved than anything else could. Most people want him as far away as possible, but you don’t! And it’s more than he could ever wish for. Whatever reward you want from him, you’ve got it.

[cer-rata]

AHHH!

*Ahem* WIP Wednesday Tagged by @radioactive-earthshine

Rules: post an excerpt from your most recent WIP then tag a bunch of people.

He's something from that fic that won that poll, i may be calling it "Checking In" still deciding--

To be very clear, PJ had no desire to kill Jon. He just…couldn’t stop thinking about it. Specifically, about what he’d have to do to successfully bring him down without access to Kryptonite. While he couldn’t ask his brotherboxes to replicate that particular silver bullet of radiation, there were others that could work in a pinch. Red sunlight was actually fairly easy to recreate, and rendering Jon powerless would make dealing with him trivial. Or perhaps he could recreate that restraining tar that the time displaced Timothy Drake had already proven to be somewhat effective against him. Jon still needed to breath, and if he was distressed he likely wouldn’t think about holding his breath until it was too late. Or perhaps he could enact the ‘Playground Protocol’ and alter the gravity nearby to tax Jon’s strength to the point that they were on an even enough playing field for PJ’s superior combat training and ruthlessness to win the day.  …He really couldn’t stop. He hated himself for it, hated himself for even thinking about it, for looking at Jon’s smiling face and automatically running contingencies, for considering what would cause him the most pain. He didn’t have to do that anymore, he didn’t have to live so scared, and didn't have to make sure everything was perfect just to keep himself safe. But it was hard to relax. He’d been punished for getting comfortable with a reality too many times for it not to be. He wished one of his brothers were there. Cerdian would have known how to distract him, to get him to relax enough to let his guard down and quiet his automatic thoughts. Robbie on the other hand was dangerous enough that dealing with Jon directly would obviously fall to him, and then PJ wouldn’t have been able to justify his anxiety. But in absence of that, he remained outwardly neutral, emotionless and vague. Better Jon think he was just weird and distant and cold than catch onto how much of a monster he actually was. “...So yes, I do a lot of math.” He finished the long, intentionally boring and convoluted explanation of his recent experiments. They were about the same age, but he was a bit taller than Jon, and so the fact that Jon was looking up at him in confusion and concern made it feel worse.  Jon nodded idly. “I…yeah. I did get that impression. Um. So like…do you like Naruto?”

I'm tagging @im-not-buying-it-ether and @kara-zor-els for this one, violence upon ye!

[gemsstudy]

❄️December Reset❄️

the semester is finally over (i have one more presentation and exam this week) and im so happy to be able to BREATHE. between work, school and personal happenings, i feel like i lost myself a lot this semester but i want to start over! especially leading into my study abroad program, i want to go in with better habits and a clear mind!

here are some routines/habits/rituals im planning on starting:

some lifestyle/personal goals:

working out 5x/week (i haven't worked out in like 2 months.....i'll start out small with 3x and work my way back up)

start meal prepping again

lower my caffeine intake (i truly have a problem lol. and the caffeine is affecting my anxiety)

work on my sleeping habits. no phone before bed, making sure im getting enough/quality sleep, etc. (i am a horrible sleeper and it severely affects my performance throughout the day and my mental health)

get out the house for FUN (im out of my house 7 days a week for work and school, but hardly ever for social activities. but i want to make more time for myself. hanging out with friends, going to the park, on walks, cafes, festivals, etc.)

read moreeee (for fun and emphasis on FINISHING. cause i start books all the time and just never finish lol. also in korean and english)

journaling (i made another account where i just journal and it's actually been great for me to get stuff off my chest. regardless of how trivial or serious - im working on not holding stuff in anymore)

some academic goals:

daily vocab study sessions (with quizlet and the anki sets my tutor makes me)

review korean study notes from summer (i feel like i lost some of the progress i made this summer so i want to go back and review the grammar points i learned)

start weekly writing in korean (i was going to do daily, but i don't want to put too much pressure on myself. i'm going to aim for 3x/week but i'll definitely do way more than that if i feel up to it)

daily news readings (i still use the easy korean app i made a post about before)

*take tutoring twice a week (this is tentative.. i used to do tutoring twice a week but stopped bc i got so busy. and im going to start working more to save for my program, but if i have time, i want to start tutoring twice a week again to continue working on my speaking skills)

apply to the hanyang summer program (there are internship opportunities with this program that i'd love to participate in)

this is kind of off the dome, but these are things i think are important and i really want to make time for. i think it's doable! i have a bad habit of thinking that i have to implement everything all at once and then i fall off bc i cannot change my entire life in a day, but im going to strive to implement these goals healthily and intentionally.

if you guys have any goals you're working towards as well, im wishing you luck and cheering you on!🤍

[emeritus-fuckers]

Howdy hey I'm interested in trying the match-up event. I always enjoy reading the things y'all've written.

Apologies in advance if this is a mess. 1. Identity: I am nonbinary, use they/them and she/her pronouns. I'm bisexual and a bit on the demisexual side.

2. Who I like: I'm cool with either the papas or ghouls

3. What I look like: I'm 5'8" and chubby. I'm pretty strong and got some muscle so I'm built perfect for giving big hugs and cuddles (though it'll take a bit of convincing to get me cuddly). At the moment my hair is dyed bright red but it changes colors often. Both my eyes have sectoral heterochromia and are green with a bright blue chunk. I usually wear all black graphic tees, skinny jeans, boots, and fun colored socks that often show because i never find pants that are long enough in my size lol.

4. My personality: I am introverted but enjoy being around others even if it wears me out. I'm good with kids (I'm a human jungle gym at this point) and people tend to tell me their secrets and find it easy to be open/themselves around me. I'd say i'm pretty smart but I will do stupid things just because i'm curious. Folks i'm comfortable around will never hear the end of my current interests and I'm a complete goofball (I've been banned from being funny at the table because i've caused too many people to choke laughing oops). It takes a while to actually get to know me deeply because I keep things close to my chest and dont open up easily. I've got a lot of anxiety and some baggage that I keep hidden but I'm working on I swear. I can get really competitive over trivial things and can turn anything into a game. I sometimes go MIA when im distracted with whatever the hell i'm into at that time but when I reappear there's always something new to share. (I can tell you everything you never wanted to know about pipe organs!)

5. Interests: I've got the adhd so my interests bounce around a lot. I like making things and I mess around with a lot with different crafts. I do a lot of fiber arts stuff and I've also recently been whittling bears (I have a few around somewhere). I love music both listening and playing it. I play 8 instruments (violin, viola, cello, mandolin, ukulele, trumpet, trombone, and french horn) but I'm best with the violin because i've been playing it for around 17 years. I'm also teaching myself accordion and guitar. I play video games sometimes and I especially enjoy getting 100% completion. In general I love learning anything and everything and am a "jack of many trades but master of none"

6.Trivia: My favorite movie is fantasia 2000 and recently I completed my goal of performing every music piece in an orchestra (The Pines of Rome and the Firebird Suite are my favs). I collect knickknacks and random things I find and use them to decorate my spaces and I have a skeleton with a mustache in a wizard costume in the back seat of my car and its name is Todd. I also keep googly eyes in my bag just in case

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is...Swiss

You and Swiss quickly became friends, he's so excited by things and so enthusiastic that you got swept up in it all. He's charming and really sweet to you, so you started to fall for him. One day you were sitting outside, Swiss taking a large drag of his vape before he looks at you and grins. "I love ya, you know that right gorgeous one?" You blush and blurt out that you feel the same way. Swiss responds by biting your shoulder just under the collar of your t-shirt. "There now it's offical" he says so excited he's practically jumping up and down "you're my mate!"

Swiss adores your eyes, he thinks they are the most awesome thing ever, and so beautiful. He tells you this a lot.

Swiss adores how much of a goofball you are, he is too, and you spend a lot of time together both laughing so hard you end up tearing up.

If your anxeity is getting bad he will cuddle and do anythig he can to help. If things get too much and you seem sad he'll hold you. He will cuddle you as long as you need. Then he'll try and take your mind off things, anything to get you to laugh a little and smile. Swiss is chaos personified but one thing is constant for him, he loves you and is devoted to you.

Swiss can keep up with your changing interestests. Infact he loves it! This Ghoul enjoys chaos and jumping around from thing to thing, that keeps him occupied. Whatever you get into he'll throw himself into it completely with you.

He is fascinated by all the things you collect. He loves how varied they are and the skeleton with a moutache is his favourite. He was very excited when you whittled him a bear. You handed it to him and he just looked at it like 'woow this is awesome'. he keeps it in his room, pride of place.

He's more than happy to help you learn guitar, he gets so excited his tail starts swishing around. He passes you his guitar and sits behind you legs either side of you showing you a cord and then letting you practice. He'll kiss your neck or softly bite your shoulder every now and then. He'll rest his chin on your shoulder and watches. He smiles at how fast you are learning, his smile is gorgeous enough to make your heart melt for him, to forget completely what you were playing and you just smile back. Often this leads to you getting so distracted the guitar gets forgotten as he presses his lips to yours.

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Written by Nyx