#except for tabi

[kindheartedgummybears]

the girlys are fighting again :(

[oddly-casual]

A thought I have pretty often but don’t have the brain to properly express is the fact that between the Girlymatsu’s and the regular matsu’s the only one who doesn’t share her signature color with her counter part is Osoko.

Like obviously it’s in the back of her intro card, and it’s Osoko so we know red is supposed to be her color.

She wears red in all the added merch and bonus content too. Off the top of my head there’s the Jyushimatsu dolphin episode, Tabimatsu, and hesokuri wars. All of which she wears red unless it’s a special set or she changes back into her work uniform.

It could really be nothing, but it always kind of threw me off. All the other girls get their signature color, why not Osoko?

Even if it’s in a subtle way they could’ve done it. Like with the pine pattern on ichiko’s dress or Jyshiko’s bright blonde hair and colored contacts.

Osoko’s makeup is more pink than it is red. So where’d her red go? I had a few thoughts on this so I’m gonna spit some shit.

1. Shes trying to blend in

In the episode she’s introduced in, she gives this big talk about how woman are supposed to be. Being independent, knowing when not to let other men pay for you, being young and approachable. She says all this but so easily snaps the next second. My only guess for why she snaps so quick is because she does that with friends.

With her friends Osoko has no problems being angry, making faces, yelling at them, etc. We don’t know how she is outside of her friend group, but from the way she describes herself it doesn’t seem like she acts the same around everyone.

Osoko is a working woman, she has to be all those things to survive the work place. Bold, but not too bold. Red is a very bold color.

Red lipstick is mature, but it also might hint at promiscuity for some older folk and people who like to talk shit. Meanwhile pink is a more cuter and toned down version of red, that’s why Osoko wears it as makeup instead. She wants to come off as light and fun and cute when that’s not who she really is.

2. She wants to seem younger

It’s brought up a couple times and the show kind of hints at it, but Osoko and Karako are supposed to be the older so believe.

They dress more mature and scold the others for being immature, and the comment jyushiko makes about them being old and unable to have children looks like it seriously pisses them off.

Osoko talks about youth a lot in her first episode, especially about how it makes her seem cuter. You’d think it would be a Todoko thing, but Osoko mentions it more than once when she talks. Meaning being cute and young (compared to her older male coworkers) instead of being headstrong or beautiful, is important to her.

Karako wears red heals and red lipstick but I think that’s just her style. She is bold, her personality is loud and just like how Karamatsu likes wearing shades and leather jackets to seem like a cool guy, Karako probably wears red to show maturity and maybe even a bit of sensuality.

Meanwhile Osoko, who doesn’t like the fact that she’s getting older, wears a more youthful color. Being pink. Even putting it on her cheeks to add to the youthful look.

3. Identity crisis

Pretty much everyone knows about Osomatsu’s identity issues. He very obviously has no personality of his own and it shows- mainly in the fact that while everyone has their own casual outfits that show off their identity, Osomatsu still wears the family symbol on his plain red hoodie.

I don’t think the girlymatsu’s are supposed to be sisters, they call each other friends and have never been mentioned to be related. They are all very visually distinct from each other, and their personalities are on full display all the time in just how they dress.

There would be no need for the girlymatsu’s to wear distinct colors because there would be no need to differentiate them from each other.

The show does it anyway, obviously, because fuck it why not it’s cute- but again, Osoko doesn’t.

It could be because, like Osomatsu, Osoko has no idea who she truly is. She pours herself into this older sister persona to lure men in (her words), but she’s loud and crude and judgmental when separated from that.

Just like how Osomatsu makes his family his identity, I think Osoko makes work her identity. She wears her work clothes out and about, even when she’s on vacation. In season 2 when she dresses out of her wet suit she’s in her uniform again- and we know nothing about her personal life, not even in the small tidbits we get from the other characters.

I truly think identity issues is something every version of Osomatsu is faced with. Even if it’s not that, idk I just think it’s interesting. If you made it this far, kiss kiss.

Live laugh love Osoko.

[logicalloony]

I really am so happy that so many people liked my silly psychonaut magma doodles. I had a lot of fun drawing them, figuring out colors and shapes, and making them fit the art style. It makes my tism brain happy

[alex-dontknow]

heuehudheudhehfuegfkehfkwgjr going feral

me + @k1rameki 💥💥💥💥

[emilydorp]

hey love your blog! I have a question, if that's alright with you. I remember reading a while ago that Seunghyun used to hang out with older men and that there were rumours going around about him having romantic/sexual relationships with them. I know about John Lee, but were there other ones you can think of?^^

Hiii there! :D

So I have heard about these rumours as well but to be quite frank with you, they are baseless.

The only reason I even give Tohn time of the day is because John Lee already had rumours surrounding his sexuality prior to publicly hanging out with TOP and because of GD’s weird behaviour surrounding them (and his Who You lyrics). I think (but can’t read the mind of gossipers) that people started to believe in Tohn and therefore extended it into believing that Tabi slept around with older men (?) (especially if they didn’t believe in GTOP). But a vast majority of the older men he (publicly) hung out with were married men, and most of the time he had group dinners with these older actors or other famous celebrities. The smaller minority of single men that I can think of were members of Nuthang, and GD is also close with them :))

Ofc this is all prior 2023 :p

[moontabi]

Hey gorg!! could you do us domming seunghyun when hes usually the dominant one? and he gets all whiny and complaining about it but then we put him in his place and hes begging for more😙😙 (female reader pls) Also if not thats totally okay!

SAY PLEASE

choi seunghyun x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content ahead including slight foot stuff (kissing & stepping), pet names, dirty talk, degradation, praise, cunnalingus, face sitting/riding, handjob, oral (not enough to call a full on blowjob), edging, spit, thigh fucking, outercourse, unprotected p in v, cumming inside. dom! reader, sub leaning! tabi. this is pure filth, they fuck on the floor

a/n: not proof read bcs im going to nap after i upload this sorry for any mistakes!!

You’d been to your fair share of gallery showings since getting with your man Seunghyun.

This one was hosted by a close friend of his—an understated, intimate space tucked into a side street somewhere outside of Seoul. You came with him, dressed to kill, sipping wine and politely pretending to look at the art.

But the paintings were never what held your attention.

Now, the gallery is winding down.

Empty wine glasses clink faintly against trays. The last of the critics are still murmuring over pieces on display, offering half hearted nods as they move from canvas to canvas. And Seunghyun—your Seunghyun—is still standing with that lazy, almost elegant slouch, sipping the final swirl of his white wine, eyes low lidded in that way that always makes the heat between your legs ache.

His shirt collar is open just enough to reveal the tiniest glimpse of his tan skin, the curve of his chest and the faint sheen of sweat at his nape. You watch the tip of his tongue flick out to taste the wine still on his lips.

He’s always like this in public—cool, sharp-jawed and golden, radiating that quiet, masculine energy that draws people in without effort. Seunghyun doesn’t try to be magnetic. He is magnetic. charming, unbothered, in control.

But only you know how flushed the tips of his ears are. How tight his slacks have gotten from the way you crossed your legs earlier. How badly he wants to have you.

And he thinks he’ll be the one in control when he finally gets you alone.

Thinks he’s going to take you back to the hotel, unzip your dress with his teeth, and make you moan until you’re clawing at his back.

Oh, he has no idea.

He catches your eye and smiles.

You smile back—but yours is different.

There’s a heat behind it. A hunger he’s not used to being on the receiving end of. And when he walks over to you, wine-warm and looking like he’s two seconds away from pinning you against the nearest wall, you don’t step back. You step forward.

“Let’s go,” you murmur, reaching for his wrist with manicured fingers and letting your nails scrape softly over his skin.

His brows lift slightly, but he follows.

The way back to the hotel is quiet, thick with anticipation. He touches your thigh and tries to kiss your cheek. He’s so used to leading. He keeps close to your side, fingers brushing yours every so often. He can’t help it. You glance at him, and he smirks—that confident, subtle tilt of his lips he always wears when he thinks he knows exactly how things will end.

Except this time, you don’t lean into him. Don’t touch back.

You just smile to yourself and that makes him nervous.

You feel it in the way his hand hovers too long before slipping into his pocket. See it in the way he keeps glancing over at you with shiny, hopeful eyes—tense and uncertain, maybe even wondering if he’s done something wrong.

He’s never had to chase you like this and that’s exactly the point.

You step into the penthouse suite, your dress clinging to your hips, heels clicking sharply against the marble. You don’t get more than three steps before Seunghyun pounces on you—hands gripping your waist, hips rolling into yours roughly. You can feel how hard he is against you. His fingers slide beneath the hem of your dress, starting to hike it up until—

“No.”

One word. Calm. Soft-spoken.

His hands pause.

You push against his chest to create distance between you and walk away, brushing your dress smooth.

Seunghyun blinks, confusion flickering across his face.

“Take off my shoes first,” you say sharply. Not a request.

He lets out a low laugh, slow and cocky.

“You serious?”

You turn your back on him and walk to the grand piano in the center of the suite, heels echoing with every step. You sit on the edge like a queen on her throne and cross your legs. The slit in your dress parts wide, revealing the long stretch of thigh he hasn’t earned the right to touch.

You tilt your head.

“I said, take them off for me.”

Seunghyun doesn’t move at first.

You can see the resistance in the set of his jaw, in the way his shoulders stiffen beneath his shirt. His instinct is to laugh this off, grab you by the ass, and drag you underneath him. That’s his default—control. Dominance. Knowing he can make you fall apart with just a look.

But now, that look is meeting something unfamiliar.

A woman who isn’t planning to melt.

Daring him.

He lingers there for a long second too long, still trying to figure out if you’re serious.

And then—slowly, the idea seeming to physically pain him—he sinks down onto his knees.

Not gracefully. Not like a man used to kneeling. He moves like it’s foreign, he’s never had to lower himself for anyone. But something about the way you’re watching him makes him obey anyway.

His hands find your ankle, large and smooth and a little too eager. You feel the slight tremble in his fingers as he reaches for the bottom of your heel.

You don’t speak. Just watch him. studying his expressions with a click of your tongue.

He’s an eager animal in this moment—caught between submitting and sinking his teeth in.

He slides the first heel off, cradling your foot in his palm. His thumb brushes over the arch as he sets the shoe aside, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

“Comfortable now?” His voice is a low murmur, deliberately intimate. He doesn’t let go, fingers shifting to massage slowly.

“Mm,” you hum softly, watching his dark hair flop over his forehead as he works his fingers deeper into your skin. His touch is light at first, coaxing, but you can feel the tension in his hands, like he's holding back something more.

Then, without warning, he presses a kiss to the top of your foot.

You arch a brow.

“That part of the request?”

Seunghyun hesitates. Then shrugs, trying to smirk through it. “Thought I’d add a little something.”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, dragging your other foot up to poke your stiletto into his shoulder. “You don’t get to add anything. Not tonight.”

You can see him fighting the urge to bite back. The tension winding through his neck, his jaw. He wants to argue. He wants to challenge you.

Seunghyun bends his head again—and kisses your ankle anyway. Then the curve of your calf. He believes he can still resist surrender—a silent “I can do what I want,” wrapped in silk.

You feel the sharp edge hidden beneath the softness and a shiver ripples across your skin. You could call him out—but you don’t. You let it pass this time, because you know exactly what this is.

He’s trying to hold on.

And you’re about to make him let go.

He slides off the second heel now, slower this time. You spread your legs wider as he does it, letting your dress slip higher to reveal bare skin and the stretch of thin lace between your legs.

Seunghyun sees. His eyes flash—dark, hungry, shocked.

“Lay down.”

Was he hearing you correctly? His voice comes out rough, the edge of defiance already fading.

“What?”

You don’t repeat yourself, gliding your foot down the center of his chest. His breath hitches as the pressure shifts lower, trailing over buttons and fabric, until you’re pressing directly against the bulge straining his pants.

“Down.”

A shudder rolls through him. His hips twitch beneath your foot. His pride is still there, clinging to the edge—but it’s brittle now. He breathes in through his nose, deep and shaky as the scent of you hits him hard.

That’s what tips him.

He lowers himself to the floor. Not fluidly but with a need too heavy to hide.

You hover over his face, dress hitched high, your soaked panties tugged down your legs.

“Hands at your sides. You don’t get to touch.”

He licks his lips, voice rough and challenging.

“You think I’m just gonna lie here and take it?”

You smile down at him—sweet, pitying.

“Sure you are, I can see how bad you want it.”

He lets out a low laugh, sharp and shaky, but it dies in his throat the second your thighs frame his face and your sopping cunt sinks down onto his mouth.

His groan is immediate, muffled. His hands flex at his sides—fighting instinct. His tongue licks up the full length of your slit, too greedy, too frantic.

“God,” you sigh, rocking your hips slowly against his face. “Needed this.”

He moans under you, hips twitching up into nothing. His cock is hard, straining against the front of his slacks, leaking already. You glance down at the sight and giggle softly.

“Already this worked up?”

You grind down a little harder, letting your clit slide against the bridge of Seunghyun’s nose. He groans, louder this time, tongue flicking faster—more hungry.

“Slow down,” you chide, threading your fingers through his hair. “You’re making a mess.”

He whines under you. You lift off his mouth just barely—just enough to let him speak and he gasps like he’s surfacing from underwater.

“Say something smart again,” you say, breathless. “C’mon. Thought you had something to prove.”

“I do,” he pants, voice raw. “Just—fuck—can’t think straight with your pussy on m’face.”

“Aw, sweetheart you think that’s bad? we’re just getting started.”

Then you lower yourself back down and smother him again.

His mouth opens instantly. Tongue back to work. “Good boy,” you breathe, “That mouth of yours is so much better when it’s not talking back.”

You ride his face slowly, teasingly, his nose continuously rubbing right against your clit, your slick dripping down his jaw.

He’s good at this. Always has been. But now there’s no control. No rhythm. No teasing.

He’s not leading anymore.

He’s trying to keep up.

He whines beneath you, the mocking praise short-circuiting something in him.

“Still think you’re in control?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips a little harder now.

He tries to shake his head, but you don’t let up.

“I asked you a question,” you say, voice soft but firmly.

“N-no,” he gasps when you lift again for air. “Fuck—fuck, no. You win okay.”

You hum thoughtfully, then grind down hard enough to steal the air from his lungs.

“Mmm. That’s better.”

Seunghyun’s hands scramble on the floor, trying not to reach for you. “You want to touch so badly, don’t you?”

He nods, eyes glassy, lips wet with your slick.

You tilt your hips forward and smother him fully.

His moan is strangled now—deep and helpless. His tongue is fast, lapping and sucking and groaning into your pussy lips melodically.

You stay there. Grinding hard until your thighs shake and your orgasm crests and he’s gasping for air between licks.

And even when it hits, when your moans get high and tight and your hands dig into his chest for balance, you don’t let him up.

You ride through it. Overstimulate him with nothing but your cunt on his tongue and the power he’s always thought belonged to him, now crumbling beneath your thighs.

He drinks greedily from your pussy lips, savoring every drop of your release that spills out onto his face and onto his tongue.

When you finally pull back, his face is soaked and his eyes are dazed.

“Baby—” he croaks.

You place a finger on his lips.

“Not yet,” you whisper. “I’m not done with you.”

His breath is hot against your finger, lips parting like he might protest—but the look in your eyes keeps him obedient.

You trail that finger down Seunghyun’s chin, across his flushed throat, then lower, slowly unbuttoning his shirt one by one. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, still panting, lips wet with your slick.

“I bet you thought you were going to wreck me tonight,” you hum, slipping the shirt open and running your palms over his chest. “Thought I’d be begging for it.”

He shudders as your nails drag lightly over his nipples. he’s the one trembling now.

You reach for his belt, unbuckle it with unhurried precision. His hips twitch. His cock is straining, visibly rock hard, outlined thick and dripping pre-cum. You palm him once over the fabric of his boxers and he jerks beneath you, letting out the most delicious, strangled moan.

“Fuck,” he gasps and you smile.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.

You wrap your fingers around his waistband and tug his boxers down. His cock springs free—stiff, flushed, soaked at the tip, twitching against his stomach.

“Baby…” you whisper, leaning in close. “You’re so hard. You’ve been like this since the gallery, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut like it embarrasses him to admit it.

You kiss the base of his cock, then drag your tongue slowly up the side, pausing just before you reach the head.

“You were such a good boy with your mouth, think you deserve a little reward.”

His hips buck and he hisses the second you take him into your mouth.

Not all the way—just the tip, lips barely wrapped around it, tongue teasing the slit. It hurts.

You suck once. Gentle. Cruel.

Then you pull back.

He looks devastated.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispers.

“Oh, no,” you purr, tracing your fingertips down the underside of his cock. “We’re not there yet.”

You wrap your hand around him firm, steady and start to stroke.

Not fast. Not enough. Just enough to make him suffer.

He tries to thrust into your hand and you tighten your grip. His whole body tenses, catching onto your game.

You bend down again, tongue flicking the head, then dragging wetly around the tip in slow, messy circles. Your other hand trails down to Seunghyun’s thighs, pressing his legs open wider.

He’s panting now. Moaning every few seconds, he’s trying not to fall apart but he’s failing desperately. His legs are shaking, hips continuously twitching up for anything more than what you’re giving him.

“Fuck, princess—I—shit—don’t stop!”

You slow down.

He chokes on a gasp and you smirk against his cock.

“I thought you were in charge, Seunghyun,” you whisper. “What happened to all that confidence?”

He looks up at you, wrecked and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

“You,” he gasps, “You happened. You’re driving me fuckin’ mad—”

You stroke him faster for three seconds—and then stop completely.

Seunghyun cries out, hands flying to his face. he needs something to hold onto or he swears his dick will fall off.

You lean over him again, whispering into his ear.

“I want to see you beg.”

He shakes his head, barely.

You sit back, lick your palm, and wrap it around his cock again. You start stroking him—slow at first, then fast, mean, tight.

He whimpers. Moans. His hips are bucking out of control now. His cock is leaking, twitching with every pass of your hand.

“Say it,” you murmur. “Say please, or I’ll stop.”

He shakes his head again—but it’s weaker this time.

You suck on the tip once, pop off with a soft ‘pop’ and then drop your hand entirely again.

“Say it.”

“I cant—”

“Say it.”

He looks at you, broken.

And then, in a voice that sounds nothing like the Seunghyun who first walked into that art gallery with you, he obeys.

“…Please.”

You hum, satisfied.

But you still don’t give him what he wants.

Instead, you wrap your hand back around his cock and stroke him again—but ridiculously quick this time. Not a rhythm meant to bring him complete pleasure—just a tease. A taunt. A reminder that his release belongs to you now.

“Jagiya!—” he whines, trying to thrust up into your hand. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

His whole body arches off the floor. A sound escapes his throat—somewhere between a sob and a growl—and his fists pound once against the floor.

“You don’t get to come until I say so, be good and hold on for me.” you spit onto the head of his cock and press your thumb into it. He moans, body buzzing from the constant orgasm denial.

You shift upward now, straddling him suddenly with your inner thighs clamping firmly around his now trapped erection. His hands instinctively grip your hips, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so.

His dick presses between the slick mess of your folds and he twitches, hips stilling as he fights not to thrust mindlessly between your legs. His self-control is admirable yet shallow, like one movement could snap it completely.

You whimper, your chest brushing his.

“You want to fuck me now?” you ask, your voice a whisper at his ear.

He groans, nodding against your shoulder. “So bad, please…”

“Then use my thighs first.”

You flex your thighs tighter around him and rock your hips once, grinding your slick pussy against the length of his cock.

Seunghyun fucks up into the space you’ve given him—slow at first. You sit back, letting him work. His cock drags through your folds perfectly, head catching on your clit with every motion. It makes you gasp,

“There we go…” you praise, “K-keep going.”

His fingers dig into your waist as you rock back against him. A strangled groan rips from his throat, his cock jerking violently between the fat of your thighs.

Pre-cum leaks out onto your skin as he starts to desperately hump upwards into your grinding motions.

He’s panting now, jaw tight, every motion wet and obscene between your thighs.

“Feels so good,” he chokes. “Love these thighs and this perfect fuckin’ pussy—”

His whimpers become louder and more desperate as he feels your fingers wrapping around his hot, pulsing cock. He watches with tear filled eyes as you pull him towards your dripping entrance, his tip pressing against your hole.

His eyes go wide when he feels it—realizes.

And then you sink down onto him.

A quick, unrelenting push.

He cries out, head thrown back, thighs shaking as you take every inch of him inside you.

“Baby!” Seunghyun’s voice is rough, broken, already unraveling.

He looks up at you with a pleading expression, his cock pulsing inside you “Move... please move,” he begs through heavy breaths.

You start to move—deep, rolling thrusts, grinding down in perfect rhythm, your cunt clenching hard around him every time you sit all the way down.

You reach between your legs, press two fingers to your clit, and let out a pornographic gasp.

He’s barely saying words anymore—just moans, gasps, begging sounds caught in his throat. His eyes roll back when you tighten around him on purpose.

“Please…p-please baby—”

“Do it,” you moan. “Come inside me.”

Seunghyun’s hips jerk up into you the moment you give him permission—sloppy, desperate, completely uncontrolled. Maybe once, maybe twice more before he’s spilling deep inside you, groaning out broken ‘I love yous’ as it fills you.

You ride through it, chasing your own high, until your second high crashes down on you—tight, sudden, thighs trembling as you moan and fall forward onto Seunghyun’s sweaty chest.

Both of you catch your breath, skin flushed and sticky. His hands rest lightly on your hips now—gentle, tentative.

“…I really liked that,” he confesses, his voice deep and hoarse.

You glance down at him, teasing.

“Yeah?”

He nods, cheeks flushed, not quite meeting your eyes. “Like… a lot. You—” He swallows.

“You made me feel so fucking good baby.”

You blush, stroking his damp hair. “You were perfect.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I kinda wanna do it again.”

“Right now?”

He flushes deeper. “Not right now. Just—soon…really soon.”

“Don’t worry, next time, I’ll make you beg even prettier.”

Seunghyun’s eyes go wide again, clearly not expecting how much that would affect him. He swallows hard, “I’ll hold you to that.”

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[lvmimis]

cw: selfship-coded. sappy. first kiss. isekai elements referenced if you pay attention. aged-up characters to early 20s. reader is part of the corps however not from time period nor country. love triangle.

Tanjiro is exactly where you expect him to be when you find yourself unable to turn in for the night, slipping your feet into tabi slippers, and finding the courtyard where he trains.

You’re no longer at the Ubuyashiki Estate these days but at the Butterfly Mansion, a welcome reprise from the rest of the Hashira with the subset of your comrades you’re most comfortable with - your best friends, in the same predicament as you, slumber in their own respective bedrooms. You can imagine that one has slipped into the room with Genya at some point in the night, and the other is probably asleep, her own gentleman (gentle really only with her and perhaps his pet beetle) caller having sent word that he’d be visiting in the morning. The Butterfly Mansion is truly a beautiful, restful place compared to the bustle of the estate but your heart has been aflutter ever since you came here.

You hate to admit it, but Kanao gets under your skin. 

For a moment, as from afar you watch Tanjiro practice his strike for what may very well be the thousandth time that night, you stand transfixed, wondering if it is worth it to break his concentration to tell him what’s been on your mind. After all, perhaps all this for him it’s something silly and inconsequential, something you’ve only built up in your mind. The draw to him may not be something real even, and even if it were, you are not destined to stay in this land or even this time period.

Whether or not you like him doesn’t matter. Whether or not you love him is moot. You can’t stay. Knowing how he feels about the situation will not serve to clear the muddy waters, plus you have never been one to draw unnecessary love triangles, anyway. 

Before you can let your own misgivings overtake you and turn tail, Tanjiro spots you from afar.

He calls your name loudly, one last strike before his sword is sheathed, and set by the trunk of the nearest cherry blossom tree. He’s fast, and before you know it, he’s by you, grinning widely as he does when he’s excited, despite the exhaustion evident in the very marrow of his bones, communicated by the sheen of sweat overlying tense, overworked muscles. 

“You’re up,” he says, and you try to come up with the best way to organize your thoughts. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, carefully. He’s moving back to where he’s left his sword, but this time he’s taken your hand gently, pulling you along as one does a small child. He has the tendency to do this, reach out to you without considering it first, still unable to understand the effect his touch has on you. He hasn’t picked up on the fact that you let only him and your closest friends touch you casually, and you wonder how he would take it if he realized.

Has he realized yet how special he is to you? 

Your mouth opens then closes as he unsheathes his sword again, and puts himself back in stance, throwing a glance at you to make sure you’re out of striking distance.

“Is it okay if I keep going? I assume you want to talk, but I’m not done. I can still listen, though.”

You nod then look around. Part of you is surprised Kanao isn’t out here, watching him with loving steady eyes, a mind that is as unreadable as her feelings are obvious. You can’t tell if she sees you as a threat or not, or if she sees you at all. But she’s nice. And you are nice. 

That’s all you are to each other and this arrangement is what you wish it could remain. 

Regardless, Aoi’s words have unsettled you.

I know how you feel and I’ve felt that way, but Kanao needs him.

Just thinking about how she practically accosted you, while well-meaning, terribly abrasive, you can feel your teeth clench. 

You haven’t done anything wrong except be yourself. You don’t know how to control the fact that he gravitates towards you. You haven’t tried to seduce him; you understand the roles of girl code, that she was there first, that she loved him first, that she was by his side when he was comatose, when he was fighting, when he was becoming what he is now, and you have no right and yet-

“Talk to me.” 

Tanjiro pauses, and he’s looking at you again, eyes washing over you in the moonlight as though they’re looking for any pain he can assuage. It hurts how he can care about you so deeply, like the most attentive of lovers, when all you’re fated for is a short-lived friendship. You have to remind yourself constantly that he does this for everyone, he loves everyone this tenderly, and thus let your heart stop racing, but there’s not much you can do when all you can think of is the way your lips met just days ago.

It wasn’t a kiss. Kisses are for people who love each other. Kisses are for him and Kanao. He is not for you, nothing is for you, everything is for Kanao.

“Kanao is in love with you,” you blurt out, and immediately regret it.

You can see his body tense, and then he breathes out slowly. You watch him move, and you can feel the night chill suddenly intensify, your arms wrapping around yourself for warmth but for comfort. Your body is trembling. Why did you say that? Everyone knows. It’s not a secret that they’ve been fated for each other for the past several years, long before you tumbled into this world that doesn’t in any way belong to you.

“I know.”

Heat rushes through your body. It’s the worst answer he could have possibly given you, polite and patronizing at once. He’s watching you carefully now, eyes matching your gaze, his hands running through his hair.

“I’m glad you know,” you finally convince yourself to say, trying to prevent your voice from cracking. Heartstrings taut to snapping, you try desperately to come up with a way to change the subject. You don’t care to hear about how easily he returns her feelings or any other part of their love story, whatever you’re not privy to.

“We’re supposed to head out in a couple of days, maybe you shouldn’t tire yourself out like this.” you offer. You turn your head from him, your hand on the tree trunk before you, pretending that the ridges of the bark are of particular interest to you now, although it’s mainly to catch a few errant tears threatening to escape your lash line. “When do you sleep?”

“__.”

He calls your name again, softer this time. Your heart sinks into your stomach. You can’t discuss this anymore.

“The soup Kanzaki-san made today was quite delicious, don’t you think? I have to ask for the recipe.”

There is a pause that is far too loud, and you’re now frozen stiff, holding back tears. You know he will not let you move on, but the idea of rejection in the middle of the night is just too much for you to bear.

Lovesick. Truly lovesick you are at this venture in time, and the fantasy has to last just a little bit longer. It’s all you have going for you in this awful situation, the dream that even if you’re trapped here slaying monsters for an indeterminate length of time, away from family and the technology you took for granted, perhaps he can smile and warm you like the sun. 

“I think Inosuke may have said my name right today, Tanjiro, isn’t that so funny?!”

You laugh, but it’s coming out disingenuous, a sound not unlike a barking sick cough.

“___,” he says again, his voice even softer now, pleading with you to manage your own font of emotions. 

It’s too much. 

You turn quickly and whisper something about being tired and needing to leave, and the moment you walk past him, he grips your wrist again, stopping you in your tracks.

Your heart thumps.

“I don’t love her.”

Your head shakes automatically even if it’s what you wanted so desperately to hear. “I think you should,” you say in the smallest of whispers.

Your hand pulls but Tanjiro doesn’t let go, instead stepping around to face you. Your head is turned downwards but gently, he takes your chin and raises it up to his face. You look away, but you’re biting your lip and the tears are starting to well up again. Your heart is racing out of control.

This isn’t what you want, but it is. You must still be dreaming, never having left the security of your bed. 

“Why are you crying?” 

Concern dripping in his voice, he’s thumbing away tears that you’re too embarrassed to explain.

“I…” you trail off. There’s no excuse, really.

“What do you want me to tell you, __?” Tanjiro asks. It’s a harsh question but it’s said with firm kindness; the gentle glow in his crimson eyes are patient still.

That you love me as much as I do you, you think, then dispel. Preposterous.

“I’m not sure,” you lie. He frowns, the immediately detected deceit disappointing him. He lets go of your chin, then takes both of your hands in his. Your stomach turns as he raises them to his lips.

“Kanao is important to me-” he starts. You wince and pull away, but he holds on tighter, “but you too are important. Very much so.”

“She loves you-” you start, and he quickly rebuts, “I love you.”

And this stuns you to silence.

“You…”

“Yes, you.”

A sharp inhale as your body recovers from sobs racks your body. Tanjiro pulls your knuckles to his lips and kisses, and you find your breathing erratic again.

“Tanjiro,” you start, and he pulls your face closer.

“I’ve loved you for a really long time,” he says, and the adoration in his eyes makes it so clearly true, sparkling in the moonlight. Your mind’s eye spins memories like films, every time he’s been too close, every time he’s been too careful, every time he’s wanted to be with you above everyone else.

“Are you sure?” you ask. It’s the lamest of things that you can ask but you have to hear it from him, the man who loves everything and everyone, that would choose anything before himself. 

“As sure as my blade.”

Your lips meet in a kiss that dizzies you before you can find his last statement cheesy. When the haze clears, you think of Aoi again, you see Kanao in your mind’s eye watching Tanjiro, butterflies in her hair.

“What about Kanao? She needs you.”

“I need you.”

He kisses you again, and this time you’ve lost all your reservations, perhaps too easily, your arms reaching around his neck to deepen the kiss.  You’ve never needed to tell him you loved him because it was written all over your face. It’s a part you’ve hated about yourself, that no matter how badly you’ve tried to limit your emotions, all comes spilling out through your words and actions. He might have known before you even did, your penchant for devotion spilling into every word you spoke to him, smiles you couldn’t quite temper.

Your friends saw it, Aoi saw it, Kanao saw it, the heavens above must have seen it.

Most importantly, he saw it. 

The tears remain free-flowing, now cathartic. You breathe in his love as he continues to kiss you, your lips, your neck craned, your back now supported by the tree that knows your poorly-kept secret.

“Tanjiro, I love you,” you admit finally, your noses just inches apart, breathless.

“I know,” he whispers. He smiles and kisses your neck. “And I’m so glad.”

[confessioncivilization]

headcanon:

evbo can't tie his headband properly and because of that, it sometimes falls off during times like when he's doing parkour, when he's in a pvp battle, etc. so he asks his friends for help.

emf & parrot would tie it into a ribbon at the back

parkourciv seawatt would tie it around his hair to make a ponytail (and purposely make it tight)

teddy would tie it like a scarf at the back

the diamond swords (except ferre and minute) would tie it like those women's headbands

ferre would try copying how the other diamond swords would tie it but fail since he has no idea how to tie stuff

minute would try tying it like a suit tie (muscle memory) but then give up

tabi (and probably pvpciv seawatt) would tie the headband around evbo's mouth so he shuts up

This is a great headcanon i love you anon

[agaricus-bitorquis]

I find it intresting how lonely of a character Tabi is, and how the one time she HAD a chance to not be lonely she Could Not Take It. We learn so much about her character this season and it feels like such a core focus that she is alone, and at this current time is because of her own volition.

Evbo was her gateway out of this perpetual hole of loneliness except now she doesn't even have that. Evbo saying "I think it's easy to fight back against your enemy, and I think it's hard to forgive your enemy, but someone who gives up their life is someone who's never been your enemy." Was meant for Tabi to think about how Evbo has never been the problem or even her enemy but I think she already knew that, and I don't think it will actually change very much about how she thinks or feels about the swords. In my opinion it's clear that as Season 1 went on, especially once we hit the mid point of the season, she didn't think of him as the enemy at all. She was however doing what she thought, and still things, she needs to do. If she had gone against all this, and she accepted Evbo, she just wouldn't of been the one to work with Clownpierce. That's it.

Clown has a very intricate plan and needed someone desperate, hungry, determined and GOOD, which Tabi ticks all those boxes. He's been using Tabi since they met it seems, and she doesn't seem to even have a clue on what's going on. She is so stuck in her need for revenge it's basically isolated her from her fellow axes because she is Clowns right hand man. She follows him around and does whatever he needs her to do. The only thing she couldn't do was kill Evbo with the eternal sword and even then that fell exactly how he wanted it to. He never wanted her to do that, and she accidently did what he wanted even when she was trying not to. I realised while writing my final paragraph and going over my clips, there's a reason beyond "Evbos guard friend being the guard they kidnap holding more emotion weight and Evbo will care more" that he was chosen. It's because Tabi will need to get her Axe durability down. Clown is slowly killing her.

And it's like I said at the end there, she seems isolated from her fellow axes. Sure they know eachother but is it really enough? You can know people and it is still lonely. She is barely in Axe civilization anymore, and when she is it's to be by Clowns side together. Surely it's hard to maintain these very important connections with people in your civilization if you're never in it, and when you are people just don't have time to talk to you because you're busy working to save it.

Tabi, really, will die lonely. I think there's a very slim chance she will end this season off with anyone who she will and can have a mutual trust between. In a simular vein, I don't think she's ending the season off alive at all. She mentions how her axe is very low to Clown, and it is really only going to get lower and lower.

[scn-thedog]

another pvpciv thought dump, except now it's focused on character design waow...

evbo has lamb/sheep features . peace and love on planet earth!! the more times he dies the more it becomes noticeable (to symbolize how he's dehumanized and treated like a farm animal. smiley face) so like in ep1 he only has lamb ears and itty bitty tiny horns. yes i know lambs don't have horns because they're baby sheep shh shhh

tabi is this towering figure in contrast to everything. she sticks out as a character because she doesn't fall back on violence immediately like others do and because she's looking for the truth and all that jazz, so i think her being like WAY taller than everyone else in the cast would be a nice touch that hints at this. red would be prominent on her design like not just in clothes and all red i like .. a motif.. because despite not being immediately violent. she's still out for blood in one way or another. also contrasts great with evbo's titular green

princezam is the only one who has sharp teeth. like i'm talking razor sharp. he doen't smile with his teeth because then his true nature or whatever is visible to the eye so that's why he's perpetually smiling like this -> :] . i don't know how to translate his design into drawing so i just went the boring unoriginal route and made him human ...uhrm anyways. he wears a LOT of jewerly (being a prince and all) but more specifically he wears a lot of rubies and gold. a lot of religious imagery like crosses are incorporated into my design for him too but most prominent features is his jewerly and the red/gold duo. the gold hints at the golden sword level and the red at the blood on his hands. wears a lot of white too to hint at trying to mask his actions as good. thumbs up

uhm i'll post more later maybe

[captain-heartstrings]

OK so, just curious, what's the lore behind ExSouls!BB and ExSouls!Armaros?

Exsouls Armaros is exceedingly egotistical. As an angel- he was assigned the very important job of figuring out why Funkcity was basically rotting away from the inside (Daddy Dearest had basically turned the city into his own personal hellscape realm) and this made him think he was super important- like, "WOW big task for me? You must trust me a whoooole lot- I must be like super strong and cool right?" That kindof mindset.

Except he gets down there and basically assumes the reason DD is doing all this is because of GF, his "daughter". He's not fully wrong- DD was doing it to manipulate GF into relying on him but regardless, HE was the one causing this, HE should have been Armaros' target. But Armaros thought he knew better, thought he was better, and aimed for GF instead. Obviously this leads to the fabled BB sacrificing himself to save GF for BF- getting shot by Armaros instead. Armaros FALLS/Gets cast out of heaven for his sin of pride- and then launches into his revenge scheme to those who caused his downfall.

Only to find out, that DD brought back BB- Here's the thing though. In Exsouls, DD is huge a manipulative asshole- when he brings BB back, it's at the point on the timeline where BF and GF are dating but she doesn't know that he's been killing all her Ex's yet- so he still has to play nice infront of her. So he agrees to bring BB back so he doesn't owe BF anything like in canon- but isn't NEARLY as gentle with BBs Soul as Canon DD was- resulting in BB coming back as a very frail, sickly, and rather demonic shadow of himself. He's still BB, but moving, seeing, breathing, it's all extremely hard for him, but he's revived like DD said he would. (This display of demonic reserection/helping passes on souls, is what inspires GF to make a deal with Tabi, Garcello, and Senpai down the road.)

So Armaros, driven by revenge, shows up at BFs and GFs apartment- only to find BB there, in the sorry state he's now in. He finds himself unable to take his revenge out on someone so pathetically scarred- someone who's scars are technically Armaros' own fault. So his revenge plot shifts gears- he starts taking care of and protecting BB, and in return realizes how wrong he was for targeting GF.

It takes him a LONG time to ever admit he was wrong- afterall he is a prideful egotistical pompous asshole, but he does do it eventually. Till then he makes up for it with acts of service for BB. Who is constantly defending him from his brothers harsh glares for killing him in the first place because he's such a sweet and kind soul. <3

[melancholicstation]

WHEN I WAS A WAITRESS WEARING A WHITE DRESS - jfk jr. intern!reader headcanon's

day 7 of melancholichristmas is here, sorry for the delay!

you come in extra early into the office before everyone gets there with your hair rollers still in to get started on work early and john definitely catches you one time

so. many. woollen sweaters in spring-time colors

johns definitely one of those bosses who get downnnn at work christmas parties

like that man is on a dance-floor rampage...

he's soo this one video

will 100% walk you to your train stop to make sure you get on the train safe

cause he's a gentleman trust that!

doesn't ask you on a date until you've moved to a different magazine so it isn't a weird power-balance type situation

I have this weird sixth sense that he has a irate fear of cats

so when he comes over to your place and meets your 3 cats his nervous system cannot be calmed down whatsoever...

also would 100% close AND lock the door to the bedroom whenever y'all are in there just so the cats don't interfere

would clown the hell out of you if you wear those tabi mary-janes into the office

but that's okay cause he just doesn't get it

your chaotic nightstand of trinkets deeply offends jfk jr's instincts to a more minimalist style

he lovessss a rare lamb chop let me tell you that for free

he definitely walks into the george office with lip stick stains on his t-shirt

like exactly this shirt, except its real and not embroidery

you guys love drinking a melancholic beer on a nyc rooftop

you both take a lot of cute couple videos outside of work on a shared camcorder

and then you review them at the end of the year on new years eve together over dirty martini's!

has the appearance of a woodland nymph scared when watching scary halloween films

specifically david lynch's 'eraserhead' and the 1960s film 'eyes without a face'

you charm his mother by telling her that you've read war and peace three times and by gifting her a signed first edition copy for her collection:

sorry if this is very short, been feeling a little burnout that's all!

[spookai69-420]

A lot of people talk about general plot things with the new episode but I haven’t seen anyone mention the fact that so far, everyone knows the plan except for the guard friend (I’ll refer to him as Raymond,) and that the episode sort of ended with clown telling him something we weren’t shown.

Whilst it could be the plan in general- I have a feeling that clowns not telling anyone the full plan. They just have different parts of a plan that overlap.

I’d also like to note down that everyone in that little group knows that evbo is likely going to perma die in this plan. Everyone except for Raymond

Who’s yk. Been the closest to evbo out of everyone there (I know some people would say tabis the closest to him, but I hate to say that I have a hard disagree for that as she’s sort of the cause of the majority of evbos pain and been seperated from evbo longer than anyone else. Yes she feels guilty, yes she wishes they could be full on friends whilst evbo says she’s his best friend, but rays been there since day one and been with evbo through literally EVERY step of the way. Sorry for the mild rant!!) but I feel like this information is going to stay away from him specifically due to how close they are wether or not they even realize that.

I really hope once he does find out we get to see Raymond have an actual crash out over that, because whilst yes he’s seen evbo die before, I don’t think he’d particularly be willing to having to be apart of something that kills evbo permanently.

Anyways. Just noting down some of my thoughts and observations. No idea if this is word vomit or actually makes sense at all. But I do want to know what anyone else thinks clowns going to tell Ray.

Worst case scenario; it’s something to turn him against evbo I think</3

[evboverse-against-woke]

i didnt want to do this, but im afraid i must. it was my fault that our emergency meeting was inconclusive.

it’s time… to break my silence.

I HAVE PROOF THAT MOD TABI IS WOKE TABI.

ive known this whole time but ive held my tongue, lacking evidence and not wanting our blog to fall apart. we had already done so much together and i could barely believe it myself.

but now i have no choice. after our meeting, i went to post something from earlier and found this in our drafts tab. theres no one i can imagine having written this except for mod tabi… read for yourself.

from the bottom of my parkour master heart, i am deeply sorry to mod seawatt and mod evbo. you both trusted me, and i let a filthy wokie infiltrate our blog. i will do anything for forgiveness, but i understand if this means i cannot be a mod for evboverse against woke anymore……….

im sorry everyone. im sorry for lying.

-mod emf.

[emilydorp]

I'm going to treat this as an ask :)))

I'm not sure if you wanted pre breakup content of GTOP being obvious and cute too (that was their most obvious era besides GD&TOP vol.1 and whatever their strategy was around and after the release of Zutter (THE WAY I HAD TO STOP MYSELF FROM INCLUDING ANYTHING OTHER THAN JANUARY 2015 JIYONG CHRIST SOME YEARS ARE JUST SO GOLDEN)) but since I wrote those words in regards to post break up wholesomeness, I'll be focusing on that. Also this isn't in chronological order ToT :)))

a) Yes this is GD being a horny bish but I love it so I had to add it. Anyways now to actually answer the question.

b) Dancing with his husband boyfriend

c) Him mimicking Jiyong after GD puts his hands in the air to cheer for his boyfriend's movie (he was so excited for it.. probably cuz he was gonna be sitting next to Tabi.. and also because in the interviews after all Tabi could say was "Jiyong was very happy, Jiyong was shocked at my body too, Jiyong this Jiyong that" it was CUTE and it was so clear he wanted to see Jiyong be proud of his hard work :''))

d) Watch every fan cam in existence of this performance, TOP was 100% serenading GD and he changed the lyrics of the song (just like he changed the lyrics of pretended) and it melts my HEART oh the GTOP feels :'))

e) Look at Tabi dance and then immediately look at GD to see his reaction ah look at the perfect thumbnail ah Tabi stop being so obviously invested in your boyfriend's happiness TABI STOP

f) THE reason this took so long: this YG press con. There was a gif of this moment and the reaction of Minzy (I believe) to GD&TOP laughing together is all the proof I will ever need is so telling but I couldn't find the gif or the vid so like... here are the pics ToT (Also people were yapping about him being sad cuz of S'ungrat's accident.. baby boo watch the footage we do have, all the members are equally sad but nobody is depressed like GD is when TOP wasn't around because of his scandal in 2017, okay?)

g) This OMG this this THIS.

h) Look at him being all cute to make GD happy oh look at him refusing to let GD's hand go for a second in the first gif oh look at him dancing for GD and GD only oh look at them.. okay yes I am drowning in GTOP feels.

i) Look at him holding that mic so that their arms are on top of each other oh lord so married in love, so subtle, so attentive.

j) And another one of TOP dancing for his baby boo

k) THIS. THIS VID. HE LIKE. TOKE HIS EARBUD OFF. TO LISTEN TO GD SPEAK. LIKE. THAT'S SO SWEET. THAT'S SO SO SWEET. AND ALL THE OTHER AIRPORT STUFF AROUND THIS TIME. It's giving Olivia Rodrigo and Louis Partridge at the airport except TOP can't be as obvious.. *sigh*.

l) This is just an iconic GD&TOP performance like.. Imma just drop this GIF and y'all know which moments are gonna be up here. TOP singing 'Missing You' and convincing my delulu heart it is a GTOP song, their interaction with the child in the audience, them scolding the members for their too long intro, their complementary outfits, ughhhh ToT

m) I knowwww this is GD but like. LIKE.

n) AIA concert again but like UGH so cute

o) The love. Periodt. PERIOD.

There is more but like, I can't come up with it rn lmao. Anywayssssss PLZ LET ME SEE THEM BE THE MOST OBVIOUSLY MARRIED COUPLE SOON GD I AM COUNTING ON YOU.

[yawningawning]

i think its way more interesting to think clown doesn't tell tabi everything and all she knew when going to the sword civ was a) the eternal sword is on the diamond level, b) need to team up with another sword to get there and c) there's a sword with the respawn power. and like thaaat's it and she didn't know about evbo at all and didn't spare him because she knew who he was because i do think tabi is like evbo in how she's sick of living in a world where she constantly has to shed blood to live but the difference between them is tabi's made peace with that fact and goes on anyway and tries to the least harm she can so if she doesn't need to kill to move forward then she won't but if she absolutely has to, she will.

anyways yeah, i don't think tabi knows what clown's whole plan is. maybe he told her some vague idea or straight up lie on what they're gonna do with the eternal weapons when they all get it because after the princezam fight, they're just gonna have all of them now except unless there's an eternal shield that's either needed to go forward with whatever they're gonna do or be used to counter whatever they're gonna do. either way, i just don't think tabi knows the full picture and clown's purposefully withheld that from her. meanwhile, i think tabi reports to clown a la soldier to soldier or something, they both presumably have the same mission and goal so she shares all the info she knows to be useful to the goal but she doesn't tell him everything-everything, a "my feelings are irrelevant to the mission" kinda gal, she's a little emotionally repressed dw about it <3 i just knowwww she didn't tell clown how she killed evbo with her axe last minute instead of the eternal weapon but clown definetely knows she spared him anyway.

because again, i think tabi despite living in a world where she has to kill to live, wants to do the least harm possible. compared to clown, i don't even think tabi likes fighting. to her, fighting is just the same as breathing, she has to do it to live and well, she's gonna live meanwhile clowns a little freak who likes fighting, who wants this dog eat dog world where only those with the will and strength to survive get to live and all that. i feel that she definetely thought she had to kill evbo for good since she sees swords as a threat to their existence and evbo is basically an immortal because she immediately assumed clown killed evbo when he saw him either because she told him about evbo and his respawn power and she thinks he likely sees that as a threat or she knows clowns kind of a freak that just kills to snuff out the weak, something like that.

anywho, either clown thinks tabi's way of action and having that common 'i just wanna live' mindset wouldn't exactly help his endgoals or something if she knew the full picture and he liklely thinks there's a good chance tabi won't agree with him, something like that and i think clown just thinks tabi is interesting to study or something. i sure do.