#falling in love all over again to the point where i wanna draw him again but you’ll never see me post any of it here

[frizzdotbizz]

the way some ppl draw k!ng d!ce…….🥰🥰🥰🥰

[milfloveer]

Hello! Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening! I’d like to know if you accept fanfic suggestions. If so, I’d love to request a fanfic of Lilia Calderu x Female Reader, where the reader is drawing, and Lilia approaches to take a look and asks if she can see the drawing. However, while flipping through some pages, Lilia ends up finding several drawings of herself. It would be similar to that scene from Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, when Gwen picks up Miles’ sketchbook and sees several drawings of her. (I imagine Lilia’s reaction would be the cutest ever (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)).

Drawings of you

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

Prompt: (request)

Warnings: scars and history about them (reader has whip scars)

A/n: Hiiii!!! Thank you so much for the request!! Hope this is what you've asked for, please tell me what y'all think cause I think I've wandered a little 👉🏻👈🏻 Also I added some more plot hope it didn't ruin it tho.

As we finished the second trial, Alice's trial, and made sure Teen was alright we settled down and made a fire so we could rest for the night.

We sat by the fire and were currently sharing our battle scars, Lilia pointed out to her neck pulling her shirt aside making me shift on my seat "Check this out." we all reached a little closer to see better, my cheeks painted with a soft pink and then Jen asked what we were all thinking "What is that?" and Lilia, still showing it says "Vampire bite. Right before I knock out his other tooth." she says making all of us laugh.

Alice then turns to me "What about you, y/n? Do you have any battle scars?" she asks innocently, I couldn't hide my sudden face drop as my body tenses, my eyes fall to Rio cause she knows what my scars are about, her expression unreadable and then my eyes fall to Lilia's, her eyes curious about what I have to show and so I sigh "I do have them, yes. But they're really ugly and how I got them... Well, let's say it's not as funny as Lilia's." I say softly, preparing them to see my scars. I turn around, my back now facing them, and I lift my shirt, they gasp and an 'Oh gods' left Lilia's mouth.

When I turn around they all have a shocking and scared face, I look down at my intertwined hands as I could not bear their gazes directed at me "It all happened when I was in Salem, I was held captive by a powerful man... Not by power tho, but by money and other things, he was well known and respected by the people. So one day he found out I was a witch and how powerful I was, all because of a stupid mistake I've made." I said sighing in frustration memories of that haunting me "All those years he held me captive he made me do things for him, like cure people, read their fortune and if needed I would do some potions and cast some spells.... Curses even. If not or if I did it wrong he would whipp me over and over again until I had no skin left. It was that or burning in a stake." I tell as they all share a look "Dead almost caught me that time." I scoff taking a glance at Rio. Lilia shifts in her seat, her mouth opens to say something, but Agatha arrives and sits down next to Rio, so Lilia stays silent, but her eyes remain in my figure like she's trying to read me just like a book.

To take the tension out and to divert the attention from me I turn to Agatha "Agatha, do you have any battle scars?" I ask and she smirks pulling her sleeve up, Rio makes a snort knowing full well what she was going to show. Her scar is in the elbow "Knitting needle to the elbow." she says while showing it around as we all made a disgusted face "Ever heard of the daughters of liberty?" she asked and we all answered with 'no' while shaking our heads "Exactly." she says making all of us laugh.

And then, out of the blue, Rio says "I've got a scar." as Agatha quickly replies "No you don't." that makes me raise an eyebrow "Yes, I do." Rio reinforces taking a look at Agatha as she keeps explaining "A long time ago I loved someone. And I had to do something I did not wanna do... Even though it was my job. And it hurt them... She is my scar." she finishes and looks directly at Agatha, not even trying to hide who it was. Agatha then gets up saying she needs to stretch her legs and Rio follows her, leaving us four at the fire.

We all look at each other and shrug, I mean we all knew they had an history, it was clear as water, so we didn't bother. It's not like they're gonna tell us anyway.

I take a glance at the three witches "Y'all get some rest, I'll take the first watch." I tell them and they all nod, Jen and Alice got comfortable against the rock they were, Lilia did the same.

To pass time I conjured my sketchbook and pencil so I could draw something and by something I mean the elder wise witch sleeping a couple of feet in front of me. I couldn't take her out of my mind since the first day I saw her at Agatha's house, her curly hair, her curved nose, her soft looking lips, oh how I would love to kiss them, those dark irises I could drown in a matter of seconds, her angelic voice, the whole of her, I could not stop thinking about her and only her. And I couldn't stop drawing her since, my sketchbook was full of her images, profile, full body, different expressions, her hands, her necklace, I couldn't stop, I won't stop.

I now started to draw her sleeping figure, how her body was curled in as she lays on her side facing me, her hands next to her chest in a protective way. She was in a deep sleep as her now relaxed body only moved with her soft breathing. I lost myself in the lines drawing efficiently every detail of her, capturing her essence as she sleeps... But the pencil started to weigh too much and so did my eyelids, I didn't even realise when I fell asleep, sliding into a deep slumber myself.

The shaking of my body and a soft voice is what makes me aware of my sleeping state and so I jump awake "Whoa, calm down, darling, it's just me." Lilia whispers as the rest of the coven is still sleeping, I frown "What's wrong?" I ask confused, she smiles softly "Nothing, dear, I only wanted to put you in a more comfortable position as you were not looking rather comfortable in that one." she says chuckling lightly, she then looks next to me where my sketchbook fell and she reaches for it "Oh, No-" I say trying to stop her but she's quicker than me "I always wondered what you spend so much time drawing about." she says teasingly and opens the book "Oh-" she says as she flips through the pages.

My face turns red, red as a tomato, as a strawberry, as her lipstick "Lilia-" I breathe out, but she looks at me tenderly "These are amazing, darling. But why me?" she asks innocently and I am left with no words, mouth agape as staring embarrassed at her "Have you seen yourself?" I ask, my voice lower than a whisper. She chuckles and shakes her head "No need to be shy now, dear." and my only reaction is to hide my face behind my hands with embarrassment.

Lilia's soft hands grab mine and put them down, her face really close to mine "I really appreciate it." she says and I almost choke with the air on my throat as she leans in and gives me a tender kiss on my cheek. Well if I wasn't red before, now certainly I was, my heart was ready to jump out of my chest as my head was ready to explode "Now, try to rest, dear, I'll take the next watch." she says laughing softly as she backs up to her previous spot.

How am I gonna sleep after this?!

[princessbrunette]

brother’s best friend!rafe is on my mind every minute of every day 😵‍💫 fucking in the most obvious places & reader is trying her absolute best to not make a sound, but rafe isn’t having it - he literally goes to POUND TOWNNN & the moans just pour out her poor mouth !!! :(

also, can i be clawdeen wolf anon? (i love monster high❤️‍🔥).

i misread the request i know i know pls

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“i swear, you wanna get caught, don’t you? yeah, that shit gets you off, doesn’t it?” rafe pants, his dresser banging against the wall rhythmically from where you’re sat on top of it, his hips thrusting into you. he hadn’t even shut his bedroom door.

you’d been outside with sarah all day, lounging by the pool. rafe wasn’t that discreet about his attraction towards you, wandering out onto the the porch to stare you down in your little bikini. sarah had quickly shooed him away, yelling something about him being a perv which he didn’t deny — turning back around in disinterest with an eye roll, sipping his drink as he meanders back inside. but now, after you’d told her you had to grab something from your bag in her room — she’d left you to her own devices inside tannyhill.

“no! we — we can’t, i feel— mmph— feel terrible!” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he destroys your little cunt, bikini bottoms pushed to the side, toes curling at his lower back.

“really? really. ‘cos to me it seems like you feel pretty good.” he whispers, smirk threatening to twitch at his lips as he switches over to rolling his lips languidly instead of thrusting incessantly. your jaw drops, forehead falling to press to his shoulder and you watch him fuck into you, whining as quietly as your body will allow you.

“she can’t know.” you reiterate in a shameful whisper, trembling when his hand presses between you, thumbing at your clit.

“wont know unless you tell ‘er.” he pants, speeding up again chasing his own high. “hey, you’re the one that likes sneakin’ around so much maybe we should tell her huh? — oh saraaaah!” he calls fairly loudly, turning his face to the open door knowing his sister was outside, likely not to hear him.

you gasp anyway, slapping at his chest making him lose his rhythm and he chuckles boyishly, grabbing you a little tighter so you stop fighting him. “you’re fine.” he reassures, lips hovering over yours as he continues to fuck you, about to kiss you.

“the fuck do you want rafe?” sarah’s voice is suddenly not far at all, half way up the stairs and your eyes widen in panic, shoving him away and jumping off the dresser. he presses his lips together in irritation, yanking his shorts up, sure to tuck his erectjon the right way, so that it wasn’t apparent. as her footsteps draw closer to the already open door, rafe grabs you by the shoulders and stuffs you behind it — opening the door fully to conceal you. she arrives, and he comes up with some bullshit excuse, saying he didn’t need to ask her what he was going to ask before.

she asks if he’s seen you and he shrugs, probably way too exaggerated and theatrical with his mouth turned downwards.

“why the hell would i know where she is, huh?”

sarah’s eyes subconsciously glance around his room. “she said she was coming upstairs to get something from her bag. did you say something to her? it’s bad enough you stare at her all the time like a total creep, but i swear to god rafe if you said anything to—”

“the fuck are you pointing fingers for? i said i haven’t seen her.” he argues back, more convincing this time. “last time i did see her in the house, she was saying she didn’t feel too good. maybe you just missed her.” he explains slowly, calmly. you barely breathe behind the door.

the explanation wasn’t quite adding up, and sarah’s brows furrow, eyeing her older brother. he stares back, knowing if he looks away it’ll be a cause of concern. she’s distracted by his overall appearance, the usually well groomed boy stood before her a little sweaty and red in the face, hair dishevelled and stuck to his forehead.

“whats up with you?” she asks in disgust and he rolls his eyes, waving her away.

“nothing is up with m— get out of my room, go.” he walks her back and she rolls her eyes, storming away.

“i’m not in your room, idiot.”

“shutup.”

he watched her disappear before slowly closing the door, turning to you with a growing smirk.

“i’m going to hell.” you whisper.

“well until then, she thinks you’ve headed home so… guess i got you to myself for the rest of the evening.” he closes in on you, pressing your back to the door and cupping you over your bikini bottoms once more, free hand pawing at your tit. “gotta be quiet though, alright? stakes are higher now. don’t wanna ruin all the fun.”

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[snghnlvr]

delicate | nishimura riki

౨ৎ ## love so delicate like yours, synopsis: you've realized how far you've gotten with your boyfriend now that both of you are adults.

includes: 1.9k words | soft fluff | yn is anxious asf but riki comforts them | we love reassurance | movie notebook reference 😎 | yn got a tattoo and it makes riki fall in love with them more 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️ | coming of age¿?

extra: at this point, all of the members are taylor swift coded | soft love is the best love | yn is me because im also 18 and i dont wanna pay taxes D:

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

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you sighed as you laid yourself flat against the blankets. you smiled in delight as if your troubles and worries left you. 

“school’s over.” you said, feeling your chest heavy. you recalled the school memories that you’ve experienced; both happy and sad, now that you’re taking the next chapter of your life; college. 

it’s leaving a bittersweet feeling on your whole body. 

“it is.” you looked over your shoulder, to see your boyfriend, riki fiddling with his yearbook. his fingers spotted towards the back of the book, heartfelt messages and inspiring words that his friends wrote for him. 

you’re in riki’s backyard, inside of a treehouse both of you built since children with the help of your parents. you’re so lucky your dad is a constructor. 

riki is sitting, one leg sticking out and one knee bent as he leans into the wooden walls. this position allows you to admire him from below as the sunlight flashes on his beautiful features. 

he’s reading every single message with sincerity and care, from his senior friends that he will probably never see again and his younger juniors that he can’t annoy anymore as he pleases. despite hating waking up early every morning and him dealing with tiring lectures, he has to admit he made memories and friends that’s worth a life time.

“i can’t believe we’re gonna be college students now. where we have to pay off debts, start our career paths, those people who are gonna be closer to 20 than 16 - it’s just,” you took in a breath. “surreal. surreal that we are growing up.”

you had always had a fear of growing up. not wanting to achieve the things and goals you’ve planned on time. you felt like you’re rushing to do everything at once before it becomes too late. you always wanna stay 16 forever; forever naive to understand the real world. how you’re closest friends will separate from you. how everything you’re experiencing right now will be just a memory. 

riki glanced down on you where you’re staring off of space. he can sense the anxiety in your tone. 

he closes the book after he was staring at a picture. a picture titled, “best couple” and it’s a picture of the both of you standing next to each other, smiling widely. he smiled at how adorable you looked next to him.

he scooted closer to you, making himself comfortable once he lays down next to you. his back lays flat, mimicking your position. 

“are you scared?” riki likes to question the obvious, but it helps you reflect on your feelings; how fear is just a feeling and to understand your emotions a bit better.

“just a little anxious just all,” you confessed, looking at riki whose eyes never left yours. “i’m sure it will disappear soon. i mean, everyone experiences this.” you reassure yourself and riki sense it, enjoying your honesty.

“mhm,” riki mumbles. “it’s okay to feel anxious, the future is scary.” he looks down. “it’s only a matter of time how you’re gonna handle it. you create your own future.” 

his words ring in your head. he’s right.

riki took your silence as a way that you agree with him. 

he then glanced down towards your arm, a black-inked drawing that attracted him. riki scooted closer, his body turned to yours. he propped himself up with his elbow.

no matter how close the proximity is between the both of you, it still makes you nervous til this day. especially with how much older and mature-looking your boyfriend of 6 years is. 

“your parents aren’t mad about this?” riki gently poked on your arm, eyes analyzing the art in your arm. it’s only been a week since you decided to get your first tattoo.

it’s beautiful, he thinks. 

“not anymore, i’m 18 now.” you huffed out. you remembered the horror on your parents’ faces but a sigh of defeat when they realized you’re now responsible of yourself. it makes you chuckle about their panicked expressions, slowly making themselves aware that you’re not gonna be their little 4 year old reckless daughter anymore. 

“i can imagine your mom shrieking.” riki giggled which made you scoffed because he wasn’t wrong. 

“your birth flower?” riki asked, his fingertips gently tracing the traces of your birth flower. 

your eyes widened a bit at his sudden touch then you looked down at how focused riki was. his eyes were staring at it as if your tattoo was a museum. 

your heart beat quickened at the sight. 

“the flower that i drew for you in your math notebook in 6th grade.” riki smiled, realizing how much time flies since you guys called it official since middle school. you’ve remembered the nervousness riki’s hands were, fiddling the bouquet of origami flowers. flowers he made for each that day that he fell in love with you. you thought it was silly. riki has always been caring and kind to you so it was natural for you to reprociate the feelings back. and so, without any pressure or doubts, you guys called it official.

“i thought you threw your old notebooks away..” his voice still remains soft and delicate, still smiling at your tattoo. he started to reminisce the times he would doodle on your notebook without you noticing. like a surprise.

“i ripped the page and kept it since.” when you were going into your freshman self, you looked back into the notebooks to reminsince your middle school memories. you’ve came across a drawing — no other than riki’s in one of your notebooks. you ripped it out and hid it in a safe spot until you get a tattoo of it ever since.  

some people thought you guys weren’t gonna make it past middle school — even you too, but since both of you got in the same highschool, it remained strong. a strong string holding your relationship tight.

yes, with hormones acting up and puberty getting in the way, there were times where you guys had fought and argued together to the point it was nearing breaking apart but both of you shouldn’t let it slide. not when it has reached this far. and how much you love each other.

although your boyfriend has grown up, there are occasionally times where he teases you and becomes childish around you, it makes you soft-hearted at how he still has a soul of his 12-year old self. especially moments where he look similar to a duck, which made you think about how much duck plushies you have on your bed because it reminds you of riki. 

you’re happy that you’re growing up with him.

“what are you thinking about pretty girl?” 

you gasped lightly, realizing that you’re spacing out. you looked at him and you see a small smirk implemented on his face, curious of what your pretty head is thinking about.

your face relaxes, trying to calm yourself. you’re nervous over nothing.

you looked down at your hands, then glance at riki’s hand comfortably resting, then back to your hands. your fingers slowly creep upon riki’s fingers, slowly rubbing them with yours. you smiled at the sight.

“it’s insane to think about how much we’ve grown.” you paused. “together.”

riki’s eyes looked at the sight, his heart beat echoing and growing louder. no matter what you do, you always make him think irrational. he then glances at you smiling when you’re playing with his fingers. “not many people believed in us lasting this long, not even me. i was worried if one of us lost feelings, found someone else better, or get something in our way, but im glad that we didn’t give up.” you looked at riki where his attention was diverted to you. he raised an eyebrow to indicate that he was listening.

“i’m happy that i’m dating you, i can’t express how much i adore you, how much you mean to me, i’ve never felt love this strong before — you’re just everything to me. i can’t imagine laughing harder than with anyone else, smile so much with anyone else. with you, it’s different. thank you for loving me.” 

you’re cringing on the inside at how much you confessed in such a short amount of time. you’re met with silence from your boyfriend who seem atonished from your words. you’re embarrassed, pulling back your fingers to cover your blushing cheeks in front of your boyfriend.

riki’s lips twitched, happy for you to express your feelings more comfortably now compared to the past situations. (one of the reasons that you’ve guys argued before) his chest felt light, his grin becoming bigger when you’re hiding from him.

you hear the blankets rustling, you felt riki’s arm slowly snake around your wrist to lightly remove your hand from your face. you removed your embarrassed hands and your eyes followed his hand clasping onto yours. the sight of his veiny hands makes you silent.

you admire the two of you holding hands. your stomach was feeling butterflies just as it was the first time riki confessed his feelings to you. riki twists your wrist, allowing you to see the sight from all angles. it looks so perfect. your hand perfectly structured to hold his. 

“you’re just as perfect as to what i am seeing right now.” riki spoke with a soft tone, chuckling when he kept twisting and turning your wrist. “you have a place in my heart no one else could ever have. my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own. i choose you. and i’ll choose you over and over. without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, i’ll keep choosing you. as long as i’m alive, you will always be loved.”

you’re speechless at your boyfriend’s words to the point you feel like crying. riki still kept smiling at you, giggling. you saw the crescents formed in his eyes whenever he smiled at you and it never fails to make yourself love him more.

riki took this opportunity to lift himself up, hovering above you. he pecked your forehead. you felt his warm lips touching your skin and the goosebumps always forms whenever he makes you flustered.

you looked up at him, surprised. he looked down at you with his head tilted and a scrunched nose like a puppy, as if he was proud to do that.

nothing but an exchange of loud heart beats matching with one another and genuine giggles back and forth. 

riki then leaned in towards you. you closed your eyes at the expected action. his lips touching with yours. electricity flows when he rubs his fingers on your hands. it always make you feel all tingly on the inside. 

riki then pulls back, “cute.” he teases you, making your cheeks grow hotter. “shut up.” you rolled eyes, earning a little laugh from him.

riki still doesn’t let go of your intertwined hands as he returns to his original position where you’re laying flat on the ground, shoulder to shoulder. 

“so your summer plans?” riki asked casually. he lifted his head as his arm was under his head to act as support.

you then touched your bangs, realizing that you still have that caramel-like highlights since march. you were starting to get bored of it.

you pursed your lips. “maybe dye my hair next week back to black.” 

riki’s eyes shined. “match with me.” he spoke without thinking. you turned your head to him, realizing that his hair is black now. 

your boyfriend likes it alot when both of you match. 

“if you bleach it next month to some color then what?” you pointed out because sometimes your boyfriend makes impulsive decisions on his hair whenever he sees a cool hairstyles. you’re not angry whenever he does this because he’s good looking with whatever hair color he has.

“i won’t bleach it, i promise. i’ll follow you.” riki spoke and it makes you chuckle that he probably doesn’t realize the importance of his words. “red? blue? silver, i’ll do it for you.” you froze at his sudden deep voice erupting from him. your heart beat also freezes when his lips touches the location of your tattoo. you looked down and see his lips pushed forward. your heart flutters once again.

“you’re dumb.” you spoke, eyes softening at what you were hearing. 

gosh, you really love this man.

riki smiles against your skin, looking up and your heart twists at an umfamiliar sight. “i can be that.” he whispers like it was a promise.

[boyfriendstevie]

heeeeey bestie >:) i think it’s a NEED (not a want) that i get a blurb with prompt #5 of those best friends that fool around

this has been in my drafts for literal months, so here's a lil treat for u hehe | kinda mean steve, fwb w a hint of feelings if u squint (i can't help myself), fingering, afab!reader 18+ only!! mdni!!

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Steve knows you like the back of his hand. Better, even. He knows your favorite flower, knows what will cheer you up after a bad day, knows what you look like after an ugly cry, knows how to make you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. That comes with the territory of being friends for your entire life. And now that you’ve… expanded your definition of friendship, he knows you even better. So he definitely knows when you’re about to cum, and is using it to his advantage. 

“Asshole!”

The word comes out with much less bite than you intend, sounding more than a little pathetic as you let out a hiccupy sob. Steve’s been teasing you for what feels like hours, which, okay, is maybe deserved, considering you went out of your way to make him jealous, but this is bordering on cruel. The way he’s brought you to the edge more than once, with his mouth, his fingers, only to pull away before you can cum. Your thighs tremble around his figure, cunt clenching around nothing; a protest of your ruined orgasm. 

He laughs, sounding smug as his eyes glint in the dim light of his bedroom, “What’s wrong, babe? I thought this was what you wanted. Wanted my attention, and now you have it.” As if to prove his point, two of his fingers dip into the well of slick at your entrance. 

You let loose a breathless whine, your hips jerking in a desperate attempt to get Steve right where you want him. It works — if only for a moment — as his fingers slide to your clit, drawing another choked whimper from you, “Steve— f-fuck, please—“

It’s nearly evil, the grin on his face. He’s so pleased with himself, knowing exactly what will draw more of the noises he loves out of you. What will make you beg until he actually gives you what you want. Knows that if he draws a line up your inner thigh and cups your perfect cunt in his palm, you’ll make another pretty noise as you grind against the heel of his hand, desperate for anything. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters under his breath. This is almost as torturous for him as it is for you, his cock hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers at the sound of your moans. He doesn’t want to show his cards quite yet, though, and slowly circles one digit over your entrance, “Please what, baby? Christ, you’re wet, huh? There somethin’ you want?”

“Want—“ you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, jaw clenching and body tensing when Steve brushes your clit again with a featherlight touch, “Want you. Please, Steve. W-wanna cum—“

“Aw,” Steve coos, feigning sympathy as he pushes his lips out to match the pout on yours, “You wanna cum, babe?”

You nod frantically, hair crushed against his pillow underneath you, “Please. Need you.” Your cheek presses to your shoulder as you blink up at Steve and murmur an apology, “I— ‘m sorry for fl-flirting with him. Only w-want you, Steve. Only need you.”

Steve’s heart melts a bit, flutters in his chest at your admission, and he eases up on you despite himself, sinking two long fingers into your tight heat. You let out a shuddering gasp, a high-pitched whine as you clench around his fingers. He twitches in his boxers, all but growling as he leans over and captures your lips with his, fingers curling deep inside of you. It’s not quite enough, but you’re so close to falling apart, and you moan into the kiss. 

He can’t find it in himself to continue denying you the pleasure you’re desperate for, and pulls back just enough to watch your face contort into one of bliss as his fingers pump in and out of you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit. “Gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” you gasp, writhing against the sheets, against Steve’s touch, as a white heat twists in your tummy like a coil about to snap. The thumb on your clit doubles down as your face scrunches up; Steve knows you well enough to know just how close you are, and with all the teasing, it doesn’t take long until you fall apart, his name on your lips. 

“There you go. Atta girl,” Steve says as he lifts his hand to his lips, still a little smug, though it’s tinged with his own want. “Think you can handle my cock, baby? Think you can cum again for me?”

[fluentmoviequoter]

Make the Wall

Dalton Lambert x fem!reader | fluff | 0.8k+ words (blurb)

A/N: I found another forgotten Dalton blurb. I hope you enjoy!

“Stop fidgeting,” Dalton commands, not looking up from his sketch pad.

“You’re making me nervous,” you respond.

Dalton stills his pencil, glancing up at you. He cocks his head to the side and focuses on your eyes.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much.” You look away from him as his gaze intensifies.

“So, what if I am? You agreed to let me draw you,” Dalton argues with a smile.

You groan and fall over onto his bed, hiding your face in your folded arms.

“I can’t draw you if I can’t see you.”

“Then draw something else.”

“No other models as pretty as you,” Dalton says as he nudges your arms out of the way to see your face.

“Shut up,” you mumble. Dalton smiles and you don’t give him a chance to respond before you add, “If you tell me to make you I will punch you into Chris’ room.”

“You wound me. I just want to draw and you’re depriving me. I think, whoa, I think I feel faint,” he exclaims, raising a hand to his forehead.

“Dalton, don’t!”

You try to move out of the way but are too slow. Dalton lands on top of you, his arms holding yours to your side as his face is directly in front of yours.

“You don’t have to draw me now. You can just hold up the flat piece of paper, now that you’ve crushed me,” you tease, leaning your head forward to brush your nose with his.

“I love you,” he says.

“Got a weird way of showing it, Lambert.”

“But it’s my way, Lambert.”

“What?”

Dalton shrugs and raises his hands to cup your face, holding himself up on his elbows. “Figure we’ll get married sooner rather than later, might as well start now.”

“Shut up,” you repeat, much quieter now.

“Make-“

You cut Dalton off with a kiss, holding the sides of his shirt in your hands as he reciprocates your movements. When you remember what he said, you push him away and smile at the furrow between his brows.

“I love you.”

Dalton smiles and stands up, pulling you with him.

“I need to go buy a new sketchbook, wanna come?”

“Didn’t you just get that one?” you ask, pointing to the one he bought just a few weeks before.

“It’s full,” he answers, grabbing his phone and a jacket.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

You open the sketchbook and see a drawing of you, then flip through and see dozens more.

“Dalton, what are all these?”

He takes the book from your hands and sets it on his desk. His hands raise to hold your jaw and he kisses your forehead before speaking.

“You’re right. We should get the biggest canvas we can find so I can put the next one on the wall.”

You lean your head forward and groan into his chest.

“You’re so in love with me it’s sickening,” you say as you wrap your arms around him.

“Right back at you.”

You step back as Dalton flips his sketchbook to his most page. He sets it on his desk, where he had been working to draw you, and takes a seat.

“You have an empty spot,” you point out as you lay on Dalton’s bed.

“What?” he asks, looking up from his art project before he can focus on it again.

“Right there.” You point to a spot on his wall that doesn’t have any artwork on it.

Dalton nods and puts his pencils away, then wipes his hands as he stands and moves beside the bed. He smiles down at you then looks up at the wall.

“I think I have just the thing.”

You watch as he flips through his sketchbook before removing a page. He stands on his bed, careful not to step on you, and attaches it to the wall with glue dots. Once secured, he drops to his knees and lays down beside you, slipping his arm under your head and encouraging you to move closer. You move to place your head on his chest and get a better look at the new drawing.

“Dalton,” you gasp as you sit up.

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling as he watches you.

“You drew me?”

“Several times. That one’s my favorite though.”

You remember the day; you had saved him from an afternoon of socializing with Chris and ended up sitting in a park for hours.

“When did you do that?”

“That night, after I came back. I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”

You smile and lay on top of Dalton, hugging him tightly. He wraps his arms around you, leaning his head against yours.

“Hey, I made the wall!” you say excitedly, sitting up again to look at Dalton.

“You could be the entire wall with how many sketches of you are over there.” Dalton smiles and brushes his hand along your cheek.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Drawing me. Loving me.”

“I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

You lean forward and kiss Dalton, letting your actions tell him that you feel the same.

[hanemiyaz]

TOKYO REVENGERS MEN WITH MOMMY KINKS

18+ only, minors/ageless blogs dni

characters: takemichi hanagaki, chifuyu matsuno, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, tetta kisaki

synopsis: as per the last one, sub tokrev men with mommy kinks!

cw's: fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!characters, mommy kink, pussyjob, overstim, crying/dacryphilia, begging, teasing, bondage (m receiving), piv, breeding, lingerie (m wearing), amazon position, lots of pet names, pet play/puppy play, collar and leash (m wearing), handjob, pegging, cockwarming (as punishment!), punishment for bratting, maybe slight cnc in kisaki's, vibrator usage.

an: this is part two of tokrev men w/ mommy kinks that i posted on my old blog (iykyk). i hope you enjoy these little drabbles!

TAKEMICHI

Michi lets out a loud whine, his palms sweaty against your thighs as you slowly grind your pussy against his cock. He averts his gaze, not because he’s shy— he passed that point two orgasms ago— but because he simply cannot handle the electric jolts of pleasure rushing through him.

“Mommy… please.”

“Please what, baby?”

He stutters, realizing he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for as tears continuously roll down the sides of his face. 

You take your hand and gently wipe away his tears with your thumb, your quiet shushing not doing much to combat the sticky noises coming from where your two bodies meet. His cum is thick and white, and there’s almost too much of it, your fluttering cunt milking him dry with ease.

He does his best to beg again, “Mommy… need you.”

“You need me? But, Michi, I’m right here,” you smirk, running your hands along his chest and stomach. 

"Need to feel you... wanna be inside."

You shake you head as a smirk grows across your face "Not yet, baby... Mommy's having too much fun like this."

He whines again, both of you knowing that tonight will be a rather brainless night for your sweet boyfriend.

CHIFUYU

You’re on your knees over Chifuyu, his chest rising and falling quickly as he does his best to hold onto his sanity, while you only grant the tip of his cock the pleasure of being buried inside of you. He strains against the pretty pink rope you have him bound with, his ankles and wrists struggling to break the bondage to no avail. You know it's an act, that he’s actually enjoying being tied up like this, but that only serves to turn you on further.

“Ah, ah, ah… good boys use their words. Tell me what it is you want.”

“W-Wanna breed you, mommy…”

His cheeks are red, coloured so because of his arousal and his embarrassment, not used to being told to speak his deepest desires without the ability to cover his face too.

“Good boys also use their manners.”

“Please, mommy, please. I’m sorry, jus’ wanna breed you so bad”, his lips form a deep frown, fearing as if he’s ruined his chance.

You lean down to kiss his worries away as you lower yourself fully onto his cock, feeling him twitch inside you.

“There’s mommy’s good boy.”

HAJIME

If you’d ever seen a more beautiful man, you couldn’t remember him in the slightest with the sight beheld to you now, in this moment. You have your fiancé folded in half on your bed, the man donning a pair of black thigh high socks decorated with big red bows on the cuffs. Just as pretty though, are the lascivious sounds he’s making as you fuck yourself on his cock, straddling the undersides of his thighs.

“Fuck mommy… you look so pretty.”

You giggle as your skin smacks against his “Thank you, handsome boy, you look very pretty too.”

“I do?”

“You do, sweet prince.”

He moans obscenely loud, his long hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. He’s always loved that pet name.

“You like when mommy rides you like this? When she reminds you who this cock belongs to?”

His eyes squeeze shut and he nods frantically.

“Who owns this cock, hm?”

“You do, mommy…”

You pick up the pace with your movements, your legs a little sore but you don’t care. Right now, all you want is to feel Hajime pulse and cum inside of you as you do, your spasming walls drawing out every last drop.

SEISHU

You yank a little harder at the leash wrapped around your hand, pulling what was hanging loosely, taut. 

“Slow down, pup.”

“B-But mommy, s’too good…” Despite his arguing, he slows his bouncing on your strap on. 

“I know you’re eager, baby, but good puppies listen to mommy. You wanna be a good puppy, don’t you?” Your voice is low, dripping with lust.

He nods, eyebrows knit together and a pout on his face.

You smile at him before loosening your tug on the leash and leaning in to give him a kiss, one he eagerly accepts.

“You know what else good puppies get?”

“What?”

“Good puppies get treats,” you move one of your hands to the tip of his cock, focusing all of your attention on it, rubbing it gently.

His legs start to tremble as he continues to ride your dildo, throwing his head back with a whimper which makes the tag on his collar jingle louder.

“Thank you mommy, th-thank you.”

“Are you gonna cum?” He nods again, “Mhm… gonna cum for mommy.” “Go ahead, puppy, make a mess. Just for me.”

TETTA

You look him in the eye as you come down from your orgasm, bare chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You turn off the vibrating wand you had pressed to your clit, moving it from between the two of you.

“I’m s-sorry, mommy. Was only a joke.” His eyes well up as he sits there almost motionless, his limbs tied to the chair and you sitting in his lap—his cock buried inside of you— keeping him from doing much more than protesting verbally.

“So being a brat is funny to you? Making mommy angry is a joke?”

He shakes his head, “N-No, I’m sorry. Just really want you to fuck me now.”

“No, I think naughty boys like you need to learn lessons the hard way. So, for now, all you get to feel is me, sitting nice and still, cumming around your cock… nothing more.”

He whines and his bottom lip starts to wobble, his body betraying his typical collected demeanor, “I’m sorry mommy, I really am.”

You move your free hand upward and cup his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, “I know…”

You turn the vibrator back on and return it to your clit, feeling yourself tighten around Tetta’s cock, causing him to let out a pathetic whimper, “but I think the lesson needs to really sink in.”

[hellinistical]

A little too warm and a little too vulnerable

WC: 614

Warnings: Afab reader.

There were no romantic candles. No roses. There wasn’t even music playing in the background.

Granted, even if either of you had time to plan it, it would have gotten in the way and would have been removed anyway.

***

The water was barely warm if you could even call it that- not that you’d noticed or cared; you’d been in the water for too long at this point, your fingers pruned from the time you’d been in the tub, Rafayel between your legs.

Blooms of purples, reds, and blues adorned both of your skins, your thumb smoothing over a fresh one you placed on Rafayel’s collarbone.

His necklace was cool against your skin, starkly contrasting to the water. His hair, wet, tickled your chin where his head rested on your chest.

Arms around your waist, he laid into your body.

Iridescent scales littered his body randomly. They shimmered blue under the moonlight streaming in from the window.

How long have you been sitting here?

Doesn't matter.

Rafayel’s tail was far too big for the tub; it draped over the porcelain edge of it and rested on the floor.

His breathing was heavy as if he had just run a marathon, but really, he was just hot.

Too hot.

“Rafayel, leaning into me isn't going to make your fever any better.”

“I know.”

“Why don't we get up? We can dry you down, let you cool down till your legs come back-”

“No. I'm comfortable here.”

“Clearly.”

He sighs, planting a quick kiss above your nipple. His index draws invisible lines on your skin, tracing the curves and dips.

“That's a new necklace. Where'd you get it?”

The silver chain wrapped around his neck was indeed new, and on it rested his wedding band.

“Not new, I had it for a while- didn't wanna accidentally lose my ring or get paint on it.”

You hummed, and it was quiet again.

His tail smacks the floor occasionally. You put water on it.

Rafayel looks up suddenly, pushing himself up a little till he's eyes level with you.

“You know you’re important to me, right?”

“Hm? Of course. Why?”

He relaxes a little. “I dunno…”

He avoids your gaze, and you grab his face, making him look at you.

Your lips form a small ‘o’ at what was revealed.

There's tears in his eyes. You watched one form, the droplet building up in his waterline, rolling over his lash line, crystalizing. A pearl drop falls into the tub with a quiet splash.

You both watch it, your gaze returning sooner than his.

“When Lemurians fall in love with someone... All our senses are committed to perceive them without question.” it comes out quiet. You strains to hear it.

“Would you still like me…no matter who I become?”

He grabs your chin, not giving you a chance to answer before he presses into you, his lips pressing against yours desperately. You pull away to catch your breath but Rafayel dips in again.

It’s only till he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips, do you react.

Your curious look turns into a frown, and you flick his forehead.

“He-ow! What was that for?”

“Idiot, what do you think it was for? You think anyone would willingly get their bathroom floor wet?”

“No…”

“Question me again like that and you’re sharing your fish’s bowl.”

You grab the towel from the bar, wrapping it around your body as you gets out of the tub. His eyes follow your form, his tongue darting out, licking his lips. Rafayel brings a hand up, wiping his brow as he lays back down in the tub, the water sloshing around him.

Damn.

[reidslovely]

If Your Love is in Trouble (Part Two)

"Now I'm constantly reminded of the time I was nineteen" Halsey, 100 Letters

Playlist Here

Part One Here

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! Reader x Harry Osborn

Content Warning: Safe chapter, no warnings that I can think of. Harry Osborn doing Harry Osborn activities.

Please reblog and throw in a comment if you'd like!

Peter stood stuck in place, hands curling into nervous fists in his pockets before loosening and fighting their way out. He rubbed his palms against his jeans, wiping the sweat from them as he stared at the tall figure in front of him. (Y/N) held onto him, the two swaying their embrace. 

“Not excited to see me Petey?” Harry’s voice teased as he wrapped an arm around (Y/N) as she stepped out from their embrace. 

“Just a bit in shock, last time I saw you- you were still having your man servants blow dry your hair in the morning.” 

Harry chuckled, stepping out from their girl. Approaching him with shaking hands, Peter smiled and fell into the draw of Harry’s presence. He’s always had that effect on him. 

“Yeah well, you and red over here were still getting your braces locked together last time I saw you. But now you have perfect teeth.” He teased, his hand clapping on his friend's shoulder. Eyes glancing over his face, both more mature now. Harry finally grew into his facial features, his jawline was sharp, dimples flashing as he smiled. Pete always thought Harry was the better looking one between the two of them. “Now there’s nothing distracting from your unibrow.”

“Shut up.” The brunette cackled, letting his hand linger thinking about his next move. 

Peter wrapped his arms around Harry pulling him in for a hug. The two fall into a warm embrace like they used to. Harry’s head resting on his friend's shoulder, Peter’s chin tucked into Harry’s neck. For a moment Harry never left. 

“I’m sorry about your dad, Har.”

Harry pulled back, his clutch on Peter’s jacket never loosened. “Hey, it’s alright. Long time coming and all y’know.” 

Harry spoke dismissively, shaking his head. (Y/N) walked up to the two confused, looking at Harry. “I thought you said everything was fine? Is this why you came home?”

 Peter reached his hand out grabbing her shoulder, his thumb rubbing slightly. It was just like Harry to keep his pain and business to himself. Harry shrugged hands in the pockets of his slacks. 

“I didn’t want you to worry, besides, not like he and I were ever best friends. Feels more like losing a distant uncle than a…a dad.”

Peter nodded his other hand reaching out to grab Harry’s shoulder. “We’re here for you man. Really, you name it.” 

Harry smiled, his hands grabbing Peter’s forearm as he laughed. “Well honestly I’m starving, maybe you guys…wanna go for lunch?” Harry offered up, Peter thought on it shrugging his shoulders. (Y/N) shook her head, pointing at the upstairs window mumbling about an assignment she had due soon. Peter’s eyes flashed towards Harry quickly thinking on what they should do next.

“Well we can do it the old fashion way.” 

Harry smirked, turning back towards her door. Peter wrapped his arm around (Y/N) as they walked. “Where is that old…ah ha!” Harry felt around the doorframe grabbing a colorful spare key off the top. 

“Aren’t you supposed to change the hiding spot every six weeks?”

“Tell my dad not me.” (Y/N) laughed as she pushed past the two of them dropping her bag on the chair by the door. Peter was the last one to step in looking around the house he hadn’t stepped foot into in what felt like eternity. Still feeling like home. Snapping out of his daze he felt Harry bump his shoulder grabbing his attention. 

“So are you still two locking braces again? I didn’t like it the first time I had to pull you two apart and..” 

“No no.” Peter laughed. “It’s complicated. It’s a long story..”

“Oh I know.” Harry kicked his feet up on the coffee table, turning the tv on. Peter tilted his head at Harry. He knew? What did he mean by that exactly? Peter’s eyes drifted from Harry to (Y/N) standing in the kitchen making them all a snack tray. Suddenly everything was falling into place, and the low vibration still hung in the back of Peter’s skull but there was no danger around. He thought maybe he was dehydrated, he rubbed the back of his head sighing. 

“When did you two..? Start talking again?”

Harry sucked in a breath, biting down on his cheek as he stared at the brunette. There was a slight feeling of betrayal that pinged in Peter’s heart, but he couldn’t be mad; he's the one who’d left her with no one. Harry slumped his shoulders and let his eyes drift to the ground. 

“She called me crying one night about a year ago. Told me that she just felt really lonely and..she hated reaching out to me but she didn’t know who else to call. I asked where you were cause, fuck, the way she was crying had me thinking you fucking died and I was panicked. Told me that you and her had this..issue come up and you weren’t friends anymore.” Harry sighed, laying his hands out in defeat. 

“You couldn’t even say I love you? Come on Pete, you’re better than that.” 

He really wasn’t. They both knew that. Both knew that Peter had been in love with (Y/N) since seventh grade, so why say it? Why couldn’t she just accept what it was? Accept that for the moment he chose Gwen because she was who he needed..needed? Peter shook off the thought, raising his shoulders with a laugh. 

“I’ve had it rough the last couple years, I didn't wanna bother her with that. I’m no good for her.” 

As Harry opened his mouth to talk, the subject of the matter walked in with a snack tray in hand. She looked between the two as she sat the platter out on the coffee table, feeling the tension. Peter cleared his throat and sat in the yellow loveseat opposite from the couch. It was always his favorite spot in her house. They always took naps in it together after school, (Y/N) nested into his side arms around her his head in her hair. He should have told her he loved her then. (Y/N) grabbed her bag and settled next to Harry on the couch pulling out her laptop as Harry flipped through the channels, their legs touching as they relaxed. Had he’d been replaced? Was that fair? 

“So Harry you got a girl, you still fucking that supermodel?” 

Did that sound too bitter? To blunt?

Harry shook his head, his leg nudging (Y/N)’s playfully. “No dude..that whole supermodel thing is exhausting.” 

Harry grabbed onto (Y/N)’s leg pulling her legs into his lap letting her stretch out as she types away on her laptop, laughing with them. Peter took a shaky breath seeing the two entangled. Harry meant no harm, he was always handsy with her, they both were. It was different now, they were adults with different intentions. Jealousy washed in and out of Peter like an angry wave at high tide. Maybe he was too bitter, he needed to lighten up- Harry was home and that’s what mattered. 

“Oh I know.” Peter rolled his eyes playfully as he laughed dramatically. 

“No, no I’m not seeing anyone right now. Only girl I care about seeing is red over here.” Harry smiled. “Why do you ask? You wanna kiss me Pete?”

(Y/N) giggled, shaking her head. “Can you two make out somewhere else please?” 

“Oh I’ll take him to the laundry room, don’t worry about it.” Peter joked, flashing (Y/N) a knowing look. Her eyes widened slightly before dropping back to the computer screen. Harry tilted his head smiling slightly, flashing them both a confused look. 

“Do I even want to know? Scratch that, no I don’t.” Harry chuckled, his hand rubbing up and down (Y/N)’s leg eyes glued to the TV. 

“Let’s just say after my eighteen birthday party Peter wasn’t allowed at my house unsupervised for a month.” 

“God I missed so much..I missed you guys.” Harry laughed, head leaning back against the couch cushion. Peter nodded, kicking his foot out to hit his friend's knee. 

“Don’t sulk, you're back now. That’s what matters.” Peter says, pointing a finger at him. “And you’re not going anywhere.” Peter jumped at his phone vibrating in his pocket, Gwen’s name and contact photo popping up, suddenly he was jumping up. The two on the couch looking at him confused and slightly panicked. 

“I gotta go..I..I’ll text you guys later.” Peter clapped a hand on Harrys, nodding and out of muscle memory he kissed the top of (Y/N)’s head. He took a step back shaking his head staring at her. “Sorry, sorry. I gotta go..” Peter ran towards the door. 

“Hey! Before you go I’m having a party tonight kind of a welcome home thing. You better come!” Harry yelled from his spot on the couch. 

“Yeah, yeah! ‘Course, see you then!” Peter yelled back, shutting the door behind him. 

“He does that a lot now huh?” Harry asked as the silence lingered. (Y/N) nodded her head, giving her shoulders a shrug looking over her computer screen at him. There was only ever one person besides her that Peter would drop everything for. 

“Gwen called and of course he ran out.”

“Gwen..? Fucking Gwen Stacy?”

Harry sounded shocked, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“Yeah they started dating but not really at the start of senior year, took a break then got really serious around January after her dad died. It was a whole thing..” (Y/N) shrugged. “They broke up though, like right after graduation and then Pete became a hermit. Today is the first time I've seen him in months..I don’t know if the whole timeline is messy and fuzzy.” (Y/N) laughed, turning her attention back to the laptop. 

“Sounds fuzzy..and you and him were still a thing when he was with Gwen?” 

“It was complicated, they were hanging out. Peter and I were never a ‘thing’ , we were friends who kissed sometimes..okay, a lot of times. Doesn’t matter, and yes Gwen was fine with it but they became official after I..”

“Professed your dying love? Yikes.” 

“Hey, it’s whatever.” (Y/N) sighs, kicking Harry in the thigh. “Peter just wanted to be my friend, and then he didn’t even want to be that. Who can blame him? I fucked that up so badly.” 

“I’d want to be your friend after you professed your dying love for me, fuck I’d confess it back.” 

(Y/N) stopped typing, her fingers hanging over the keyboard staring at Harry confused. Harry laughed and stared back. “If I was the one in love with you of course.” He says awkwardly. She only nodded in response, squinting her eyes at him slightly suddenly extremely aware of his hand on her thigh. 

“Maybe you are and it’s just deeply repressed. That childhood admiration, love, or whatever.” 

“Yeah..” There was a sweetness in Harry’s usual brooding voice as he spoke. He slowly closed her laptop. “Maybe. Who knows.” He says sliding the laptop onto the coffee table, inching slightly closer. (Y/N) swallowed hard, she hadn’t realized how blue his eyes were..were they always that blue? She smiled slightly at the pink tint on his cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

It was a whisper that she almost didn’t catch, but she had and it hung in the air around them. Warming them both in the comfort they craved from those around them. 

“Harry..” She whispered back, struggling to find an answer. Her eyes glancing at the door waiting for Peter to bust through the door and throw a fit like he had when he found her and Garret Leads kissing at Gwen's birthday party. 

“Yeah..yes. I’d like that.” 

She wasn’t sure what compelled her to say yes. Maybe it was the need to feel his comfort for the first time in years. Maybe she had some repressed feelings herself. She didn’t have time to come up with an answer because before she knew it his lips were on hers, his hand cupping her cheeks. His lips moving softly against hers, taking their time. He pulled back smiling slightly, his thumb stroking a small beauty mark on her cheek as he looked at her. She started to lean back in before the door opened back up, the two jumping apart from one another like startled teenagers. 

“Little Osborn! Long time no see.” (Y/N)’s mom smiled as she walked into the living room. “How have you been?” 

“Good! Good, great.” He laughed it off smiling at her mom. (Y/N) held back a laugh, her face feeling extremely warm. Her mother nodded at them before heading up stairs. “Have fun you two! Oh and tell Peter Harry is back!”

“He knows!” (Y/N) yells back up the stairs at her mom. Harry drops his head in his hands laughing, (Y/N) hiding her face in the cushions. 

“I..I can’t believe you still live with your parents. Pete, yeah. But you! Shocking”

(Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes. “Not everyone can inherit a gorgeous penthouse in this economy Ozzy.” The nickname slips back into her vocabulary like it was meant to be there. 

“Right. Well, I have to go to my gorgeous penthouse and get ready for tonight.” Harry says. “And eat some real food, the snacks were nice though. Thank you.” He smiles, standing over her as she still lounges on the couch. 

“Yeah, course anytime.” She says looking up at him. He smiled as he leaned down to her face. She smiles back, eyes looking between his lips and eyes. Harry sighed softly, breath fanning her face as he pursed his lips to her cheek, letting them rest there before pulling away. 

“See you tonight.” 

“Yeah, tonight.” She confirmed, her hand holding the spot on her cheek as Harry disappeared out of the threshold and towards the front door. 

Oh god. She thought, grabbing her laptop and opening it back up. What has she done to herself? 

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[littleoneamanda]

GF: Stanford Pines

Well, probably one of the fastest drawings I have been drawing xD

The original art style is pretty easy to work with, but I think I will keep doing it in mine after Fidds. Unless you want to see me draw more in the original style. Let me know! :D

Now to my thoughts on the book of bill and Stanford as a character. (SPOILERS)

The missing Journal Pages in this book are probably the ones that I found the most interesting and disturbing. We learn more about Ford as a person and what kind of friendship he had with Bill.

I just wanna say this, I really don't see how so many people saw them as "lovers" which I (imo) found very problematic and disturbing.

I think it is pretty clear Bill only uses Ford for his own gain. His property. Ford was the perfect human for his plans.

Take everything Bill says in the book with a whole spoon of salt.

"Even his lies are lies"

-Code from TBOB

"The ego of a king. The insecurity of a circus freak. And totally isolated from anyone who might steer him clear of my plans "

-Bill, TBOB

Ford has very low self esteem, isolates himself, bad at social interactions and even had a shotgun pointed at him. He describes himself "six fingerd freak".

So when a god like figure shows up in a dream one day, tells you how great you are, you will change the world, ect, You would buy it. Especially when others around you have made you feel like an outcast through your whole life (except for Stanley and Fidds).

Bill is basically love bombing Ford. Making Ford feel very special and reminding him of the project that will change everything.

Now there is a difference between self esteem and self confidence. (I'm adding the links if you wanna know more :) ) Ford absolutely have a strong self confidence. He believes strongly in his research. He belives he CAN achive and complete his research. This is also something Bill takes advantage of. He knows Ford is desperate. This is where is self confidence turns a little bit more to narcissism (again caused by Bill by manipulation). Bill does everything to make sure Ford continues the work.

As soon Ford realizes the betrayal, Bill shows his true colors.

He takes over Fords body multiple times. Takes his body on top of the roof in the middle of the winter, taped a rattlesnake into his journal, recorded a video of him being in Fords body "Puppet Hour with Bill" and will cut to something more disturbing scene. Left a lot of polaroids of him humiliating and torture his body in different ways.

Scaring Ford with one scene where he pretended to call Stan that he was gonna kill himself. This part of the book was probably the one that made me actually shiver. Think about it, You see video and pictures of yourself doing all of this, knowing that this is not you doing all of these things. And having no memory of it at. Too scared to fall asleep because you have no idea were your body is going to be next. That would make any person as paranoid Ford was at the end.

Fidds and Ford.

There is a lot of things that I wanna talk about when it comes to these two, but I will save most of it to the Fidds drawing.

Fidleford is Fords only true friend during this time. He is very supportive but also honest with Ford.

Ford haven't had any other friends during his early life. Stanley was his only friend, and the one who protected him until that one mistake that separates them. When Fiddleford comes in to the picture, (a person who also seemed to have problems making friends) he's probably the first person who doesn't even notice at first that Ford has six fingers. I really wish here we had some more backstory of their college years to know what their friendship looked like, but it seems they were very close.

"I am overcome with emotion. The sight of my old classmate upon my doorstep this morning filled my heart with such joy and gratitude."

-Stanford, Journal 3

Ford was obviously very happy to not be alone anymore in his home. To have his best friend (who also left his family behind) to work with him on this massive project. Now comes the question, what does Ford see Fidds as? I think Fidds shows some kind of feelings towards Ford escpecially when it comes to giving presents (Not only in TBOB but also in Journal 3). I think Ford does deeply care about Fidds, but his mind at this point is so focused on the project (and Bill making sure he is) that he pushes away a lot of feelings. Probably a lot of feelings that are necessary to have as well.

Something I do notice tho is when Bill isn't present, Ford becomes more like himself. Decorating the portal to make make Fidds happy after the failed family reunion (which I don't think he normally would have done if Bill was present during the holidays).

After Bill torture and threatening Ford in the nightmare, the only man he could think of in that moment who could help him was Fiddleford. When he went through Fidds notes for any hints of where he was now, he finds the 5 failed knitted 6-fingered gloves and the ripped photo of them. I can't imagine what that must have felt...

The closest person he had in his life at that point, who has tried to warn him. Tried to give Ford another option for success in his research instead of the portal. The regret of not listening to his warnings.

When they reunited after Weirdmaggedon, seeing how Fiddleford lived now and what the aftermath of the portal incident did to him, must have been a punch in the gut.

"...but when I saw that he was living at the dump, it became clear how deeply I had hurt this man that I had once held so dear."

-Stanford Journal 3

So...Is Ford a jerk? The question and discussions that I've seen so many times here xD

Honestly, this man is complicated. Especially when it comes to understand his thoughts and feelings. However, Stanford is a type person that I personally have encountered irl. Sometimes too smart for his own good, sometimes not understanding how others may feel about certain things/topics and a person who constantly try to prove to themself and to others. A man lost in his own insecurities and very isolated. He his the main character in his life. Now that doesn't exscuse his negative actions at all. But more like a explanation to what might had led to the certain events.

Alright, this took way longer to write than actually make the drawing xD But did wanna share somethings that has been on my mind. When trying to search for analyses of the characters, it has been difficult to find one that is a middle ground. It's either: Stanford is a jerk and doesn't deserve anything good or Here is why everyone is wrong type of stuff. I'm not here to tell how we should think about certain characters. This is just how I look at all of this. The only problem I have with all of this is the thing between Ford and Bill. Maybe it's just me, but I really don't see any type of romance there. I know a lot of people went off on the "one thing led to another" part. I do not know what to say to that honestly. That page was super hard for my eyes to read for some reason lol. And i know, Yes, I did a video of Fidds being cucked by a triangle. I don't mind some of the jokes around it...I mean i did myself xD

I think the reason Bill is a bit obsessed over Ford is because after so many attempts with making deals with other humans to help Bill build a portal, this one was sooo close to success and ALMOST succeeded. He had all the tools and the right human to make it, but failed. He must feel so bitter.

Anyway, that's it for now! Next is Fiddleford :D

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I love your work so much! (つ≧▽≦)つ

I’ve only been a ror fan just recently and I’m absolutely in love with Hades, Poseidon, Beelzebub, and Thor. Can i please request a scenario with them and reader are both participants of ragnarok and were each other’s opponents. The reader is absolutely strong and can keep up with them. However, in the middle the match they suddenly hear two small voice of a small girl and boy yelling ‘Don’t hurt mama!’ And then they run up to the reader hugging her protectively. Funny thing is the the girl and boy resembles them and the reader. The kids then glared at them saying that their papa is being a meanie to their mama. Turns out the two kids were their future kids together with reader. Sorry if it’s long |ω・)

thank you (=^･ω･^=)

-Your fight with (God) had quickly turned into being the most entertaining match of the tournament.

-Nobody had thought that a woman, going against one of the strongest in Valhalla, would be able to go toe-to-toe with him, able to match his power with your own.

-You grinned as you heard both gods and humans cheering for the both of you, not wanting this amazing fight to ever end.

-You blocked one of his attacks with your own weapon, a simple long poled spear, easily able to kick him back, but you got to cocky, not seeing his foot until the last moment as he swung out and kicked you head over heels, blowing you back.

-You tumbled until you came to a stop, a small scowl on your face that you had gotten kicked until the crowds cheers turned into calls of worry as Heimdall shouted for the match to stop.

-You froze as your legs were suddenly hugged, looking down to see two children, a boy and a girl, who looked like the perfect blend between you and (God).

-You were confused as to who these children were as Heimdall and (God) approached quickly, but seeing your confusion told them you didn’t know who these kids were either.

-The boy then shouted at (God), “Don’t hurt mama!”

-You turned white in shock, a squeak leaving your lips as you blinked owlishly down at him, you didn’t have any children, you’re pretty sure you would know if you did!

-The girl, who had watery eyes, clutching your shirt, “Don’t be mean to her papa!”

-(God) then froze, hearing this child call him papa as the whole stadium was quickly roaring with cheers, thinking the two of you were a secret couple and a pair of twins on top of it!!

-The fight was immediately ended, ending in a draw as the four of you returned backstage, the children holding on to your hands, glaring at (God).

-(God) was calm as you all sat down, telling them that the two of you weren’t a couple, and that neither of you had kids.

-Instead of being upset, they just beamed brightly at you both, shocking you once again as they told you that they were from the future and wanted to come and see the fight between the two of you as you had always told them, in their timeline, that was where you fell in love with each other!

-Hades- Was stunned, meeting your eyes, seeing you were just as shocked before your daughter spoke up, “Mama I wanna see you two fall in love!” she spoke as if it was a simple process as your face turned cherry red, looking like a pure maiden and no longer like the fierce warrior he had been fighting only moments ago. Hades smiled at you, he knew you were beautiful, strong as well, you were a perfect woman in his eyes. Your son pointed a finger at Hades, “You better be nice to mama!” Hades chuckled, holding up his hand, promising them both. As they faded away, they both hugged and kissed you both, causing a warmth to swell inside of you, sad to see them go. Once the two of you were alone, Hades held out his hand, asking you to go on a date, not wanting to rush into things.

-Poseidon- Held his daughter while you held your son who was glaring at Poseidon for hurting you, and your daughter was quick to give him puppy eyes, “You don’t hate mama do you, papa? I don’t want you to hurt her anymore!” Poseidon felt like a dick, as an arrow slamming into his heart in guilt for making her cry while your son moved to hug you around your neck, “I’ll protect you mama! Since papa is useless at it!” you could see the sparks flying between your future son and Poseidon, before your daughter was quick to join him on your lap, hugging you close, “I’ll help too!!” As they disappeared slowly, returning to their own time, they said goodbye to the both of you, making Poseidon promise not to hurt you again which he did think was rather amusing. Unlike other women, you didn’t annoy him, as you were smart and strong, being beautiful was just a bonus in his eyes. He smiled down at his children, putting a hand on their heads, giving them his word before they vanished. He turned his attention to you, a soft, rare smile on his face which made you flush, “When should the wedding be?” your reaction, hiding your face in your hands, like a pure maiden, made him actually laugh, wanting to marry you even faster.

-Beelzebub- Was asking all sorts of complicating questions, about how were they able to travel through time, making their eyes spin comically before they both slid off his lap and ran to you, “Mama!! Papa is being weird again!!” Beelzebub pouted lightly, hearing that they thought he was weird as you smiled lightly, hugging them both close, calming them down. Beelzebub, watching you console the children made his heart pound in his chest, it was so beautiful, to see you like that, smiling down at your children, making them smile as well. When they started to vanish, they held each other’s hands and ran to huge Beelzebub after hugging you, pecking your cheek, and they did the same for him, beaming up at him, “Bye papa!” and, “We love you!” he felt such joy, such happiness at their words, holding his chest over his heart, smiling down at them as you approached, wishing them well. Once they were gone, he instantly stood, turning to you to take one of your hands in our own, “Let’s get to work right away making our children!” a pillow to the kisser was a quick way to get him calmed down, as he looked up at you from the floor, seeing your embarrassment, you were so cute. It made his affection for you grow.

-Thor- It was amusing, watching your two children looking up at Thor, sitting on either side of him, interrogating him, asking why he had been so cruel to you. His panicked face was a bit amusing as you came over, sitting next to your daughter, “We were both fighting each other, little one, I hit him plenty of times.” Your son pouted, his hands on his hips, “Papa’s tough! He can handle it! Papa shouldn’t hit mama!” Thor did feel a bit like a bad guy, which brought a small smile to your lips, seeing him in anguish over upsetting his children. You children were quick to crawl into your lap as they started to disappear, pecking your cheeks and hugging you tightly, which made you smile so warmly, Thor couldn’t help but just stare, you looked so beautiful. Once they were gone, you looked away from him, a bit bashfully, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear but before either of you could speak Loki ran in, “Where’s my niece and nephew that you’ve kept secret from me!!” it was a bit of a hassle explaining things to Loki afterwards who instantly pouted, “Then hop to it! Get to work on making those cute kids so I can meet them!!” your bright red face made them both smile, seeing how adorable you looked.

[tmntxthings]

∑一 Gasoline・゜・。

author’s note: so I started this months ago and came back today and somehow finished it? it’s now 4 am and idk what I’ve written but we posting it babyyyyyyy

song: reckless driving by lizzy mcalpine, ben kessler

warnings: cursing, narcissism, over-dramatics, cringe, sarcasm, flirting, confessions, unedited

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Okay, I’ll admit. I’m not the best when it comes to..following the rules? Heeding caution? Listening to anyone??? Yeah not the greatest in that department.

But! I’m practically flying high in all others. Better brother, better turtle, cooler weapon, and not to mention handsome as fuuuck. So handsome in fact, I know I’ve snagged your attention. Heh. Call it what you will, intuition or gut-feeling, I know I’ve been occupying your mind.

But the thing is, you won’t admit it. No matter how much I prod, tease, or blatantly ask. It’s always “Leo, no.” “Leo, stop!” “Leo, shut up!!” And never “Yes, I think about you endlessly Leo, you’re right, and super handsome, be my one and only turtle”

…

Yeah…

It’s never ever that. And maybe that’s the reason why I can’t let this go. Because I know I’m right. If I wasn’t why would you keep coming around? Why would you spare glances my way? Why would you wear blue? It was all so infuriating to see these little details only to be denied again and again.

Raph says I’m getting a little obsessed. Donnie doesn’t give two fucks. And Mikey says something even worse, that I’m in love. Barf. Gross. Me? Love? Hell no. I collect admirers. I flirt with everyone. Unabashedly. Why would I fall in love with someone who is so clearly in denial that they are in love with me??? All I’m doing is getting them to admit the truth, and then they’ll be another tally mark. Another addition to the ever growing list of admirers I have.

It comes with the title of being the Face Man and all of that. Perks of being me I guess!

And so I was up to my usual antics.

“Keys Y/n, keys babe!” You scoffed pushing my hands away. “Keep your grabby mitts away, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you drive.”

“I curbed one time Y/n. Once! Give a turtle some slack here!!” I’m practically begging at this point. Because I have a plan. A genius plan to get you to finally admit the truth. It’s going to be epic.

“I think you’re also forgetting the three times you purposely ran into trash cans. You almost backed into another vehicle. And don’t get me started on how many times you accidentally forgot the keys in the car!”

…Okay so maybe there are a few more reasons as to why I shouldn’t be driving. But no matter! I’m a master manipulator. I can sway those around me like a pro. Plus since ya have feelings for me, I’m sure you actually really do just wanna hand over those keys. You’re just like playing a little hard to get is all.

“Whaaaa?? Are you sure that wasn’t Angelo? Pretty sure that was totally him and not me.” A big cheesy smile lights up my face trying to turn that frown of yours upside down. “Plus in any case I’ve got super rad portal powers to snab the forgotten keys!”

“Leo. No.”

And the actual begging and groaning and bemoaning ensues. I don’t throw temper tantrums that often. Only when necessary. After many ‘pleases’ and promises to drive extra careful. I finally get my long awaited—

“Leo, I said noooooooooo!”

A hard flick resonates against the space right above the middle of my eyes. Dramatically I flinch backwards crying out in faux pain. My hands going up, one covering the space that has just been so grievously wounded. “Oh c’mon that didn’t hurt…”

“Did it?”

Peeking through my three fingers I see the wisps of concern on your features and it’s at this moment where my all-of-the-sudden-plan enacts. As you draw closer out of worry it’s just too easy to create a small portal with my other hand that is behind my back. Don’t ask how the dagger got in my palm. Sometimes being a ninja just has its perks.

And just like that the keys to your car are securely in my hand and I bolt before you can realize you’ve been…hand-pocketed? Pick-pocketed? Whatever the case!

As I gloat from the driver’s side window, with the locks safely on so you couldn’t just rip open the door and strangle me like you were threatening to do right now. I make a show of raising the volume in your car and celebrating more with a little dance in the drivers seat. It’s not until you shake your head and the flames extinguish from your eyes do I dare to unlock the passenger door for you to get in.

You do slam the door close though. “Dramatic much?”

I can’t help but tease. I love winning. I love rubbing it in everyone’s face. And it makes my bones sing to see you get so riled up all over little ol’ me. You glower, somehow holding your tongue, perhaps giving me the silent treatment as you take over the music.

Driver gets veto power though. So I skip a bunch of songs you choose until I feel the flames start to rise again and I worry we (or rather I) may never even make it out of your driveway before I turn into roasted turtle. And that can’t be tasty.

So I let this particular song play. Humming along since I don’t know the words as I start to pull out and drive on the road. You stay silent for the most part and that just won’t do so I may or may not get a little too close to a curb for comfort on your side of the vehicle.

“God damnit Leo if you curb!!” You hiss as you clutch the handle on the car door. “Whoopsie!” I laugh getting back to the middle of the lane easily enough. “Where did you want to go so badly anyways?” You grump. But at least you’re talking now! “It’s a surprise!” I sing-song.

Now initially, my plan to force your admission of feelings was to continue to drive really recklessly and maybe almost die in a car crash or something like in the movies. And while you think I’m about to die you just have to tell me that you are helplessly in love and like magic. Confession secured.

But now thinking about it more seriously there are plenty of unknown factors like, what if I do actually kill myself in the process. Or ya know, you get hurt? Or I just wreck the car and we both are totally fine?! I don’t see myself surviving much longer after that if that ends up being the case. So I have nothing. Zilch. Nada. No back up plan was really made.

So I just drive.

And as previously mentioned, I’m not the best driver…

So you are on edge the entire time and constantly telling me to “Watch out!” “Don’t curb!” “Don’t hit that dude crossing the street!” “Red means stop!” “Yellow means slooow!”

Thankfully I know what green means. Aka turtle. Aka go ninja go ninja go. I’m proud of that one. Anywho, the drive winds up and down the backstreets of New York until even I don’t know where the fuck we are.

I pull over, parallel parking. Miraculously it’s one of the few tricks I can do with a car and you breath out a very unnecessary sigh of relief. “So this is the surprise?” You are looking around the low rise buildings with slight curiosity but more confusion than anything.

Nothing here is really special. No shops. No bright sparkly lights. It’s actually pretty grim because a few of the streetlights are out making the dark night even darker. It’s probably the least romantic place in the world. Definitely holds no sentimental value for an awe-inspiring confession.

My head hits the steering wheel as I close my eyes and say “Yup!” As bright and false as possible. I feel like a jerk and even worse than that a failure. I’m greeted with silence and I don’t open my eyes to check your face. I’m sure it’s turning into disappointment right now.

“Leo, everything okay?”

My head turns slightly, if only because your voice sounds a little different. I mean you usually are quite serious, but it’s also one filled with… care? “Just thinking.” And that is not a lie, just a very vague statement.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I mull it over. What am I even thinking? Driving around in the middle of the night. Being chaotic. Being a nuisance. Being with you. Dragging you along. Trying to get you to say something you’ll never say in a million years. And turtles sadly don’t live that long.

“Y/n, do you like me?”

I don’t dare take my eyes off of you now. Truthfully I feel like spewing out nonsense to cover up my mistake. I just had to open my big fat mouth. To actually say shit I actually mean. Or in this case something I really want to know. Your eyes widen ever so slightly, and you tilt your head as if you hadn’t even considered that a possibility. Liking me.

I’m instantly filling up the silence. “Like better than Mikey right? Pretty sure I don’t have to sweat over Donnie. And Raph may be second place but I’m definitely number one right?”

This way it’s easy. This way it’s safe. This way no one gets hurt. This way I don’t get hurt. This way I can play it off.

“I do like you.”

My thoughts empty and I straighten up. Swallowing back the spit that’s suddenly filling up my entire mouth. “Right duh, of course you do. Everyone does!” I laugh, smiling big as if nothing you just said affected me. Like I totally won’t be thinking about this even later tonight back at the lair. Overthinking it. Surely you meant it as a friend… but a turtle can hope?

“Even though you are so annoying.” You tack on, but your smile is too much. It’s genuine. It’s not plastered on like mine. It doesn’t hide anything.

Oh shit.

I just continue on, blabbering complete and utter nonsense at this point. Because part of me can’t believe it. That you really said it. That you do like me. That this surely isn’t possible, that you’re about to laugh and say that this was all some funny joke.

“Do you like me?”

And where there was nonstop chatter, it turns to silence. I avoid your stare now. In fact I turn my whole face away because I can feel my red marks heating up. Which is never a good sign. Blushing will only end in embarrassment. More than I can handle.

“Whaaaat? Me? Like you?”

I leave it open ended. To be inferred that I couldn’t possibly. But I think I just continue shooting or maybe slicing myself in the foot. Over and over and over again. Because in the window I can see you’re still looking my way. And your lips are pursed together in a small know-it-all smile. I whip my head back around, forgetting all about the embarrassing heat that covers my face.

“Y-yeah. I do.”

And then you lean forward.

Time slows.

And I feel your lips on mine.

And my eyes are so wide. I don’t know what to do but just stare. I don’t move. I don’t breath. Your eyes are closed and your lips are soft if only a little chapped. You pull away slightly, and I can feel your breath fan over my face.

“Good.” Is all you say. And I nod like a dumb pile of rocks is all I have for brains. “Now how about I drive?” Again I’m nodding.

The only thing that breaks the trance is the warning beep from your display signaling that I’ve just wasted all of the gas left in your tank.

…

Whoops!

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[gamerbearmira]

Giant siren triplets please 😁 I love this au

OF COURSE 🦀🦀🦀

I did both the triplets and Alma❗❗ I think they're so cool, I did both a snippet and a drawing. Essentially the triplets harassing Alma until she gets up and gets them food 💀💀

L G I

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Julieta blinked as her sleep was suddenly disturbed by a bright light. She blinked awake, groaning and trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. It took her a moment for her vision to focus, but she finally was able to see who opened her shell. Her younger siblings, Pepa and Bruno.

"Pepa, Bruno, what are you doing?" Julieta yawned. "It's early.

"Nu-uh. The sun is in the sky. And we're hungry, and we know you are too," Pepa said, and Julieta sat for a second. Yeah, she was hungry.

"Well is mamá awake?" She asked and both shook their heads.

"No. She is still asleep," Bruno sighed, pointing to their mother, Alma. She was still in the corner, asleep, her massive tail wrapping around her like tendrils. "We tried waking her up but she just turned."

"We want you to help. Maybe if all three of us try, she'll wake up," Pepa said with a smile and Julieta looked between the two before shrugging.

Climbing out of her shell, both she and her siblings swam over to where Alma was still sleeping. They practically scaled her tail, eventually getting to her face. They stared at her sleeping form for a moment before Julieta finally moved forward.

She tapped on her mother's face, staring up at her. "Mamá. Mamá. Mamí," Julieta said over and over and Alma shifted. "Mamí. Mamí, tenemos hambre."

Alma shifted again, groaning. "¿Qué?" She asked, her voice groggy. She still hadn't opened her eyes, but she was at the very least awake. It baffled Pepa and Bruno how easily Julieta could wake their mamá. They tried for a while and all she did she turn away.

"We're hungry," Julieta said, pouting a bit "Can you get us some food? Please?"

Alma didn't say anything for a moment, and at first, the triplets were convinced she had gone back to sleep. "Mamí. Mamí." Pepa said, tapping on her mother's face as well.

Bruno groaned, tugging on her large fingers. "!Mamí, despierta!" He whined. He put his whole body weight on her finger, bending it back a considerable amount. Alma seemed to react to that, because the next thing they knew, she had lifted her head and was yawning. Her hand, possibly by reflex, had grabbed Bruno, and the small guppy giggled as she cradled him in her hand.

"I'm up, I'm up," Alma said, sitting up. She set Bruno down, pushing herself up. The water around her tail caused a current as she stretched it, and it picked up the triplets, sending them into a fit of giggles. "You said you're hungry?"

"Yeah! We've been up forever, we wanna go eat!" Pepa said and Alma swam over to the other side of the cave where their shells were. Thankfully she had colored them, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to tell whose was whose.

"All right, come on mi amores," Alma said softly, and the trio quickly made their way to their shells. Alma draped them around her neck, the pearls falling around her shining scales. "I'll get you something to eat, don't worry."

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They're so <3333 a happy little family, I sure hope the mother won't have to resort to any drastic measures to protect her family 😛

ANYWAYYYYYY. Hopefully some more of these guys later. I'm working on a small snippet for ISMFITLT. Iykyk

[10underoot2]

I finally rewatched Queen of Tears Episode 16.

Its given me a lot of clarity on why I didn't like it all that much. The episode feels very filler like, reiterating what I already know, no development nothing to draw me in. So here's a list of thing I really like vs things I had beef with: 

The Good:

- Hyunwoo's understanding of what marriage is is very profound and beautiful. Really appreciate that bit.

- The employees in this corporate sector have been 10/10 throughout. I cannot with how much I love them to bits. Still not over 'I just want to see the rich argue' 😭😂

- Yangi's bond with Hyunwoo is absolutely 10/10 

- I like Haein trying to find the reason of their divorce. It's important for her cause why did two people who love each other want to divorce each other. But again I hate how this wasn't a main cause of comcern around epsidoe 7. Like don't brush over it fam. Don't you wanna know why the man you love and who loved you to bits wanted to divorce you?

- Those last 7-8 mins. Though I wish I had more of them. I needed a linear passing of time. Something like the Germany Montage at the start would've been perfect. But at the very end just 'Way home' playing, Hyunwoo seeing Haein as an angel to pick him up, the familiar happiness and love just spreading around them was beautiful to witness. Really got me teary eyed both times I watched it. 

The Bad: 

- I'm not even getting into the uselessness and bad execution of the whole Yoon Eun Sung plot line since episode 14. 

- Still have no idea why Mol Soo Hee she wanted Suwan dead? Like there's no rationale? Why not kill Hae-in or SeoCheol in all those 20 years as well? It makes no sense to me.

- the episode felt so unnecessarily dramatic. I get it he got shot and was in a car accident but I was so sure he'd be okay? Did not understand or appreciate the over dramaticness also those Yangi shots in that sequence were a little tooo dramatic for me

- I don't like Haein getting back her memories cause they said the hippocampus would be destroyed. It's my fault for looking for logic in the first place but can we please stick to what we established writernim. Also wasn't this the whole problem that she's not getting back ANY memories EVER?!

- The scene between the mothers at this point was also unnecessary. We could've gotten to this realization back in the episode this was brought up the first time. She knew the location and date I don't see how reviewing her album was the light bulb moment.

- I feel super bad for this one but for me even Hae-in's bedside speech, once Hyunwoo woke up, lacked sincerity. As much as she might realize she loves him. He's still a stranger. Who does she miss? Her husband who's love she has no recollection of? The man she loved but she has no idea how she loved him? Take out the loss of memories and it would've hit me like a truck. Like she's not even holding his hand as she waits cause she recently met him. What am supposed to cry over here? What could've been? The pre ep 15 Baekhong I dearly misssed at this point?

- More on the Hyunwoo hospital scene. When he says 'I had forgotten' As sweet as it is I already knew all of it. It was so ill placed I didn't have to see it here.  Also like what does she care? She doesn't remember if you forgot or not in the first place 💀

- The Yangi x Haeina acene in the hospital - what notebook are we talking about? Did I miss something? Did I fall asleep somewhere like what?! Also I feally do like Yangi but I thought all of the scenes with him were kinda forced this episode.

- The conversations where Haein tells Hyunwoo he's perfect. Is it just me or is Haein extremely expressive after the surgery? I can never imagine Haein telling Hyunwoo that he's perfect even if she think so. It was a little off putting for me being introduced to this new character in the last episode. I miss my inexpressible power girl.

- Just the voice over off what happened with Mol Soo Hee would've sufficed but I guess we had to see that SNU degree in action. 

- The turn in Da hye's emotion - as sweet as it was also felt forced. They just showed me earlier she didn't care for him and bullied him. Now you want me to belive she mistook her feeling okay sureeee 🙃

- This is what meant by killing the temperment. They start Hyunwoo's monolougue 'We forgave those who we used to resent and then we cut to this long scene of Aunt Beom ja. Then we have Hyunwoo, then we have his brother's scene. The editing was off here. I wish we had a monologue of just them. It all threw me off so much.

And here's why a sequence of Baekhong was so necessary cause remember the first episode we instantly fall in love and get curious because of that lovely montage of BaekHong Germany scenes. 

All in all good ending, horrible last two epsiode. Kinda left a bad taste in my mouth. It makes me long so much for the show I saw and fell in love with before. I have never felt this way about a last episode, I think I just expected better from this show. 

[hannieehaee]

Out of pure curiosity you do think in seventeen is most likely to settle down first or at least prioritize a private relationship over their careers as idols. I've been thinking about it and I definitely think leader line/jeonghan would be the least and Joshua cuz of yk :/ but then members like jun/mingyu/wonwoo/vernon/minghao seem to me to he the type where they'd sacrifice their career not because they care less but give priority to things outside being an idol. Chan and seungkwan is either/or for me - seungkwan cause of how long he's been in the spotlight acting as a promoter for seventeen and Chan cause he seems to be the ambitious "chase two girls (dreams) lose the one" type. But then again I think this also kinda reflects which members would be willing to go solo...the members who'd priorize not having relationships would be the members to least go solo and the members who would I can totally see as going solo. Sorry for the long ask btw😅

omg this is such an interesting question and i've honestly thought about this before. ima make a most to least to put their relationship before their career (this is just from my own personal read on them from what we've publicly seen of their personalities) personally i think theyd all probably find a way to work through hardships and keep it going as long as possible instead of ever ending a committed relationship due to their careers but gonna rate them all anyway lmao

a/n: this was just word vomit so its not proofread

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wonwoo - he seems to value his personal life a lot to a point where he wouldn't let anything get in the way, never shying away from expressing how much he cares for his loved ones. he knows the value of his personal life, meaning he would likely place it at a higher level of importance than his career. he seems to really enjoy being an idol, though, so this would probably be a very difficult decision. i think if it really came down to it, he'd pick his s/o over his career as an idol, or would at least prioritize it more.

vernon - he seems very family oriented. i think he once said one of his dreams was to be a dad, so i think if he saw that future with his s/o, he would pick his s/o over career as an idol. he's had a long run as a public figure, even dating back to when he was a child. he wouldnt wanna risk his personal relationship for his idol career, no matter how much he loves it.

minghao - has never shied away from drawing lines in between his personal life and his public one as an idol. he gives me the vibe of a romantic and he's also very family oriented. he would likely wanna find a love like that of his parents, so he would probably see that with his s/o and prioritize the future of the relationship over anything else.

mingyu - he seems veryyyy used to his privacy being invaded (stalkers constantly calling him; seemingly more so than other members), so i think he'd be good at handling anything that came hurdling at his personal life, meaning there would probably never be a need for him to feel like he has to choose BUT if he realllyyyy had to pick, he'd pick his s/o. he adores his loved ones and is one of the most caring people, so he'd pick his s/o without a second thought.

seokmin - he's boyfriend personified, so i think if be fell in love he'd fall HARD, meaning that he would willingly give anything up for his s/o. loves his idol life so much but he loves his family twice as much (with his s/o being family to him ofc), so he would propritize them in a heartbeat, never regretting his choice.

seungkwan - he's such a loving person. he loves so many people and he loves so hard, i think he'd be unable to part ways with his s/o if his career got in the way. he loves being an entertainer to a fault, though, so i think he'd try really hard to find a loophole in there to not risk his relationship with his s/o and still keep his entertainer career intact. if it came down to one or the two, though, he'd let his heart guide him.

seungcheol - he doesnt show his romantic side that often (at least publicly) but he seems like he'd be a very dependable s/o, which makes me think that he would never drop his s/o bc of his job. he made a promise to stay by their side, so he's not letting anything get in the way. he's the leader, though, so he would never wanna leave his boys in an uncomfortable position due to his personal life. would be an extremely difficult point of tension, but he'd know that he'd always have his boys even if his career went down under.

jun - even with all the scrutiny he got as an idol for taking on a role where he was very affectionate, he still did it out of his passion for acting. in the same way, he would also fight for your relationship no matter the repercussions to his strict idol career. he seems like he'd be a bit more level headed and less emotional than the aforementioned members though. i think he'd be willing to take a break with his s/o in order to work through things, not giving up his career but also keeping a door open for a future with his s/o.

jeonghan - he's a very family oriented person and seems super protective over them, so i think he'd be the same with his s/o. only reason why i put him so down on the list is because i dont think this would be too much of an emotional thing for him. i dont think he would ever be in a position where he had to give up his relationship. he would just work his way around it somehow. would either take a break with his s/o or take a break from his career OR just work through any and every hurdle that comes his way. as cliche as it may sound, he'd cheat his way through the situation to not have to permanently give up anything.

joshua - feel kinda bad commenting on him considering his current situation, but i think he'd find a balance somehow, just like jeonghan. even if he went through horrible scrutiny, i think he would just somehow work it out and keep it together, even if it was all completely out of control. he comes from a small family, so i think letting anyone into his family must be insanely intimate and personal to him, which makes me think he just wouldnt be willing to let anything get in the way. he's also worked too hard for his career and loves his boys too much (he moved from a whole other country and found safe haven in svt) so i think he also wouldnt be willing to give that up.

woozi - his career is what he breathes. hes known for being a workaholic, creating almost the entirety of svt's discography from scratch. not only would he not wanna give up or risk his passion for making music, but he would never wanna leave his group without the stability that he brings to the group. he's a very loving guy, though, even if he's not too expressive about it. he wrote circles for wonwoo and yawn for kwan, showing how much he cares for them, which makes me think he'd feel a similar love for his s/o. would maybe take a break, or find some way to balance both out. would likely put his career above a relationship if it really came down to it though.

chan - he's young so i think he'd be more interested in his career right now than ever risking it for an s/o. i fee like he's least likely to be in a long and committed relationship rn too, considering the tightness of his schedule and the fact he's at the height of his career. this would probably come easier to him than most members, having probably not been in love yet in order to really make it a difficult choice.

soonyoung - he seems way too in love with his career to let anything get in the way. the amount of dedication he's always put on his career tells me he wouldnt let anything get in the way. although he would be emotional about it and do anything be could to not let it get in the way of his romantic relationships, i think he would still be most likely out of all members to actually end his relationship if it really came down to it. he's said before he'd like to try solo stuff someday, so i think he's more willing to put his career before anything else.

a/n: this isnt meant to be a fic lol i was just rlly interested in the question u brought up anon haha

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OCTOBER READS 📚

Another productive reading month for me! Manhua/Manhwa binge again and for those who are interested in what titles I tried, then this is the post for you. I don’t know what the next months will bring but I wanna get back to reading novels… we will see how that goes. for now, I just feel thankful that these works are out in the world for people to enjoy ^^

• The Tyrant Prince’s Last Promise ( Chapter 74 ; Ongoing )

Adapted from the novel, “the wife is first” so I see why there are alot of people following the manhua. Jing Shao ( MC ) is a prince who is good at battles and was made to marry a male concubine Han ( ML ). He didn’t treat him well for years but Han stayed by his side even if he was sentenced to death and was accused of so many things. Right before they died, he promised to treat Han better.

So his wish gets granted and he goes back to their wedding night. Then the whole story focuses on their relationship and how Jing Shao pays his dues and tries to be the best husband for Han. He also tries to make different decisions to prevent him from falling from grace like before. This story is just so fluffy and sweet <3 and i love their chibi versions! ☺️☺️☺️ I might read the novel to see where it goes but i have to say it’s a standard trope — and i will never get tired of it.

Guilty Affection ( Chapter 47 ; Ongoing )

Esper/Guide trope but this one is more problematic. LOL. The MC, Han Yoonjae is an undocumented Esper and living his life as a normal person. There is some mystery from his past because you can tell that he is strong but decided to leave his life as an Esper. Then here comes the ML, Cha Minhyung. A popular & strong guide who comes to his life and offers to be his guide and make his life better. These two have a shared past and the story tries to uncover that. Also what will happen to Yoonjae and his power. I really like his power, and I understand why he will be someone that everyone will want to control. The relationship between them is not really the “romance” type but more co-dependence and lots of smut.

Crushing Jade & Catching Pearls Chapter 51 ; Ongoing

This one is very unique, I have never read something with this plot. It is modern era, but the MC/ML both work as apprentices for an old art of sculpting. Tho the ML ( Ding Hanbai ) is much older and is more accomplished in the field. It’s really more of the relationship between the MC & ML and less “romance” so far. I feel like some people will find it boring, but there is something about it that draws me to it. and it doesn’t hurt that the art is pretty. Ding Hanbai starts off as an asshole who bullies the MC Ji Zhenzhu — but then they slowly become closer. The MC who is the goodest boy with puppy energy melts Ding Hanbai’s heart 💕

No arguing with Mr.Mo Chapter 71 ; Ongoing

The trope of Mr. Cold hearted CEO who is actually a simp for the MC is not new and I usually like it — I often root for the MC and hope they get together. But in this one, I find myself liking the ML ( Mr.Mo ) waaaay more than the MC. To the point that I don’t think the MC deserves Mr.Mo at all. I get that Xiao Nuo have some trauma and baggage of his own but his drama over nothing just irritates me. Mr.Mo is straightforward and clear with his intentions, but MC takes advantage of him, willingly or not, is not my cup of tea.

I won’t be continuing on, or if i do, maybe it’s to see Mr. Mo’s panels.

Hard Boiled Love Chapter 93 ; Ongoing

I only finished up until Chapter 40 cause I felt like there is nothing else for me as a reader to see, plot-wise. I could be wrong but maybe I will pick it up again when i’m in the mood. This is popular, and i understand why, the trope is catchy : Rich kid and his Bodyguard, then add BDSM into the mix. Boom! There is just no way that people will not click and read. It is a good read and enjoyable but I wasn’t in the headspace for that type of smut, the interaction of the MC/ML tho are sweet!!!! 💕

What captured me tho is the ML. Hwayoung Yoon. He is a lovable psychopath. He gave off so much Hisoka vibes ( from the anime hunterxhunter if you didn’t know ) and this type of character would do so well if done in live action. How he seems to be this sweet boy that his family dotes on but is secretly a sadistic bastard. I mean, look at him as a kid:

A master manipulator.

The MC too, Gyuwon, is well written. He is an ex mercenary who really wants to be someone’s sub ( in a sense ) but he doesn’t think that will happen because of how he looks. People have expectations of how he should be but lo and behold, he meets the fucked up Hwayoung. 😂😂😂 it’s more light and funny considering the subject — they could make the plot really dark, so i’m glad they didn’t.

Campus Trap Chapter 24; Ongoing

AHHHHHHHHHH! My new favorite. The omegaverse hoe in me is screaming! 🤍 too bad there are only a few chapters out. I honestly want to read the novel which is already completed but i’m still trying to figure out how to navigate korean sites. The plot of the story may seem dramatic to some, because it’s all about the MC (Chaewoo) who is an Omega and trying to make ends meet. He was once this kid who lived a pampered life but things changed and now he is a struggling student. One day, his Uncle, told him about the concept of a reset partner, which is kinda like a surrogate. So a dominant omega like him will be a surrogate to a rich dominant Alpha. He agrees and finds out that the Alpha is someone he goes to school with — Mister popular, Euigeon. It doesn’t help he doesn’t like the guy and Chaewoo is even jealous of his “success” cause he feels like he will be the same way if unfortunate events didn’t happen to him.

I LOVE IT. I LOVE THEM. The campus setting and the two being music students is also a bonus, it’s only beginning to be explored and I wanna see more. They have great chemistry and the way I squealed during the car scene. 😱😱😱 it’s also the type of story where I can’t wait for the ML to fall for the MC. I’m reading about Euigeon being this arrogant bitch to Chaewoo and i’m like— can’t wait to see you fall head over heels and regret your actions. It’s nothing abusive, if anything, I feel like his actions are reasonable cause he doesn’t want to make their relationship complicated. It’s supposed to be a business transaction. I wanna know more about ML too cause i’m sure he has so many issues that caused him to be this way. I have spoiled myself a by reading comments on the novel but i will surely keep an eye out on this till it’s completion.

Miss you, Lucifer 15 chapters ; Completed

A short Manhwa that is full of uwu and love! 🥹🥹🥹

If you want something to lift your mood up then this is the best pick. Honestly! It had everything: romance, comedy, angst and some plot in there even if it’s only 15 chapters. The premise is an “idol” from a boy group that’s not popular x A-list actor pairing. I don’t wanna spoil too much cause it’s better to just dive into it, and like i said, it’s not that long.

Business as Unusual 15 Chapters ; Completed

Another short one that I enjoyed. 💕

Tho i’m not a believer of getting back together with your ex. Lol. That’s the story here. MC/ML were a thing back in college and because of a misunderstanding they “broke up”. Years later, they meet again as office mates and rekindle their romance. I’m happy for the characters because they had a second chance at love and are now at a better place to stay together.

Considering the length of this, there was one scene that really stuck with me. The two are walking on the street late at night and ML is chasing the MC, he wants to talk but the MC won’t listen so he shouts:

“HEY! MY FIRST LOVE KIM MINJUN!” 🗣️🗣️🗣️

It’s so funny considering why it was said, to get someone’s attention — but also so romantic. It is like a scene in a k-drama.

Tied To You 64 Chapters ; Completed

I feel so lucky that I found this title in it’s completion cause i would absolutely go nuts if I had to wait, to find out what’s gonna happen next. As soon as I started, I couldn’t stop and took me 5 hours to finish the whole thing. So worth it. This kind of Manhwa is the reason why I keep reading, hoping that I will find something like this. It’s really something special. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

the synopsis is as follows:

It’s only sleeping together while holding hands, nothing else. That’s what Shin Wooseo tells himself when a red ring that ties a person to their soulmate appears on his finger one day. Once two people get tied by the ring, they cannot fall asleep unless they’re physically together. However, his destined partner isn’t his long-term friend and secret crush, Kang Jiseok, but rather his older brother, Kang Jigeon! And so starts the tragedy of loving one brother but having to share beds with the other. Although, it might not entirely be a tragedy, as Kang Jigeon doesn’t seem so disappointed about being tied to his younger brother’s best friend…

I don’t usually go for love triangle tropes, but this one is not really that kind of love triangle. The strength of this Manhwa is the storytelling. Every panel & interactions served a purpose. As a reader, you are pulled in and can’t help but want to know more. I also appreciated that we can see the perspectives of 3 different people, but moreso on the MC/ML. I liked the concept of “love” that was portrayed too — it’s something that you have to work and fight for. It’s a conscious choice and not all sweet gestures.

Now i wanna spotlight the ML, KANG JIGEON 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 If I was to rank my fave MLs from all the stuff I read, he would easily be in the Top 10. He is manipulative but in the best way because all he does is for Wooseo to pay more attention to him. I have to say that he ultimately sets up the “scene” but most of the time the choice is still with Wooseo. His devotion is very real and his approach to fighting for his love is ( to me personally ) admirable! GO GET YOUR BOY! I’m not even mad at him.

I’ve been wanting to read a character like him, a chaotic good if you will, and that’s probably why this made such an impact on me. It was hilarious seeing the comments of readers in the early chapters being sus about Jigeon and thinking he is gonna be an asshole ML. In the middle, they were confused whether to love or hate him and the schemes. Towards the end, everyone was cheering for Jigeon and applauding him. Lol. I guess he was successful in making the readers fall in love too. ❤️

The King and Me Chapter 36; Ongoing

The story is very unique, atleast to me, cause I haven’t read anything set in Ancient Egypt + Time travel. There is also some heavy plot aside from the romance and every character here is just beautiful and badass!!!! The first few chapters broke my heart. I swear. It was effective in setting up the MC’s quest and why he is so stubborn when he goes back in time. What he is after is so important. 💪🏼

I adore the MC (Zhang Li)!!! He is so smart and determined to find out the truth about his “Rocky” and the tyrant king. His circumstances are not the best, but he tries to adapt and is not some love sick fool. Even if the main reason that he is there is because of love. This story is still in it’s early stages and I feel like it could easily go up to 150++ chapters because of the plot and well, the progression of MC/ML relationship. It’s also a slowburn so if that’s your thing, you would enjoy this.

Manhattan Romance Chapter 40; Ongoing

This reads like the kind of novel set in a specific city, in this case, NY, and two people meet each other and fall in love. Of course there are challenges and issues between the characters and their environment but the central story is their relationship. I think people who will read this would want to be the MC (Hyeon), in a way, all because of how much the ML (Luwan) dotes on him. Hyeon has his own issues and he is a precious bean that is too good for this world! I’m so happy that Luwan is the person who “caught” him and not some toxic shit. Let them live in their penthouse and be happy, Let Hyeon paint more masterpieces and the two of them to travel the world. ❤️

Ordinary life of a Universal Guide Chapter 61; Completed

Because i’m a sucker for esper/guide universe I had to pick it up. There is really nothing “special” with the plot, it’s the usual for the trope. My comments sounds like i hated it or something lol but the truth is — it’s alright. I picked this up after reading really good ones ( tied to you & the king and me ) so this was an in between read. I can’t always be that lucky.

The Third Ending Chapter 67; Completed

OMG how do I even begin to describe this perfection. I’ve been seeing this on other people’s list but for some reason I kept putting it off. Funny how I always manage to “start” reading something really good just before bedtime — which delays the “sleeping” I should be doing 😂😂😂

First of all, I love the art. It reminds me of Omega Complex that was so pretty so that helped a lot. 🫶🏼

Synopsis:

Suh Yoonseul has had life easy—everyone likes him, he’s good at his job, basically everything has always worked out as smooth as butter. However, there’s something that brings all of his good luck down, and it’s the infrequent dreams he has of Kang Joon. Who knew that rejecting a guy once would hang so heavy on your life? To make things worse, after he runs into Joon the dreams keep on coming daily. At his wit’s end, Yoonseul takes some advice from a friend so that he can free himself from this jinx. It’s simple. Make Kang Joon think that he’s a nice person. That can’t be hard, right?

Yoonseul is one of my favorite MCs. He’s a chronic people pleaser and has this perfect facade that he presents to everyone. So when he remembers being mean ( showing his true self ) back in high school to someone who confessed to him — he can’t let it go. It was so fun to see him suffer when it comes to winning Joonie over ( AHHHHHH Joonie is the most precious and can do no wrong!!! ) because tbh his intentions weren’t good. He is selfish. The entire season 1 was such a treat. Seeing their relationship progress and I— I don’t wanna spoil anymore but this could easily be a kdrama. There was that scene in the snow. AHHHHH! I was screaming while reading it! Lol. Season 2 is sweeter and more on fluff, by that time, you’re already so invested on them that you don’t care about any plot. Personally, what I loved about this is their mutual obsession towards each other. I’m a fan of that. I like tropes that are about ���fated pairs” or something similar.

Between the Lines Chapter 20 ; ongoing

Not gonna say too much about this and I encourage people to wait for more chapters but it has a solid start. The MC/ML are both likable. Especially the MC. The premise is also hilarious, cause MC is a bl writer who is having a writer’s block and needs an inspiration for his protagonist. Here comes ML, who acts like Mr.Perfect ( but he isn’t ) and inspires him. There is so much more going on here that I feel like will be explored more as the story progresses so i’ll definitely come back to it.

Necromancer Survival 79 chapters ; 2 seasons completed and s3 is TBA

I had no idea what was in store for me when I decided to pick this up. I have a thing for necromancers and this one has the whole “dungeons” concept to it so I was down. But like — this probably ruined every other story for me. In a good way. Now I want a plot-heavy type of story with the romance as a bonus only. All I’ve been reading so are heavy on the romance & relationship, this has that element too but you get really invested with the plot.

Synopsis:

When the weak and unconfident Choi Yikyung first found out that he was a user, he thought he had finally hit the jackpot. In Yikyung’s mind, Necromancy seemed like the ultimate mix of cool and interesting. Back then, he had no idea that the Necromancer class was the weakest of them all! But as Yikyung enters the newly reopened Tower of Spirits in search of enhancement materials, he is sucked into a mysterious area of the dungeon where he encounters a frightening corpse. “Ding!” A quest window pops up, and it says… “You have made a pact with Seo Dawon, a vengeful spirit.” When tackling quests, it doesn’t hurt to have a companion or two, especially if one of them is the spirit of an ultra powerful and handsome young man. After all, “it’s dangerous to go alone”!

Don’t let the art fool you. It’s not some bright and shiny story. I made the mistake of thinking it’s gonna be some g rated adventure story lol It’s literally a necromancer whose goal is to make a master/slave pact with all the members of a dead team. He has to fulfill their wishes and help them get their revenge— which means killing a lot of people. It comes with a price, because every summoning is making him weaker in some aspects. Also no one knows what the true power of a necromancer is so whatever it is he’s doing — they don’t know what will happen to him in the long run. I freakin love the concept and how it’s mixed in with the romance. Is Seo Dawon only attracted to Yikyung because he is his master or are these real feelings? How will this relationship even work when one of them is Dead? A huge bonus too are how likable the other characters are. Especially Jung Garam!!! 🫶🏼

I hope the Manhwa continues cause I wanna see them get that revenge! 💪🏼 I wanna know too if Yikyung’s power will allow him to resurrect people and if so, what’s the payment?

I see lots of comments that say this adaptation does not live up to the novel & source material. Which i get it — a Manhwa will have restrictions, especially on the themes. The novels seems more gruesome and explicit ( not the sexual kind ) which usually has to be toned down for a Manhwa to get a license. Plus from what I can tell, the Novel is like 500 chapters ++ with a concept so niche and is for a specific type of reader. So yeah… I’m not sure if I will pick up the novel. I don’t have that urge yet, tho I am very interested in the censored scenes and if it’s really as dark as people are saying it is. I have a feeling it’s right up my alley. && I read some comments that Yikyung gets more dangerous as the story progresses ( getting corrupted by the summoning and the practice of necromancy ). I’m very curious! 👀

If anyones decided to read this, lemme know what you think. 💕

Black Mirror Chapter 64 ; Completed

This is the perfect spooky + sexy read for the season we’re in right now. From the first page down to the end, I can’t stop reading and wanting to know what happens next. It perfectly captures that eerie feeling, even if there are a lot of explicit scenes, it’s still there. The author really planned this well and the artist perfectly executed it. I don’t explain more because it’s best to go into this blind and experience the story for yourself. Highly recommend ✨✨

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See you all next month ^^ & feel free to recommend me some titles! 💕