#feeling really normal abt this look not going insane AT ALL

[lesbianlenas]

can i be honest it’s genuinely crazy as a lesbian to be sitting in a room w like 15 other ppl including ur professor who are all heterosexual women and two men as they discuss “queer women” and u just have to sit there while they say a slur in an academically approved way bc it is apparently progressive to say said slur and what are u going to do abt it? lol. when u think abt it in an objective way tho it is actually insane. like u are all saying a derogatory slur that refers to ppl like me and are congratulating urselves on using the politically correct term as u do so. and i just have to sit there like

[puppppppppy]

save me old flipnote studio MVs.......

[felidthing]

i just had a very long complicated dream about some very ooc homestuck kids. jade might be rooted in some form of fanon at least but i dunno

[rebelscaped]

KAEL EDITS ( #03  )

[blitzyn]

picture perfect

wriothesley x m!reader

request: none

a/n -> RAHH GUESS WHOS BACK. Sorry guys writers block is insane rn but I’m glad to get this out I just had to write it after thinking abt it as I was going to sleep one day. Anyways probably yandere crybaby neuvillette next. Also some unfortunate news I deleted genshin again so I will not be writing new characters BUT!!! I have finished invincible (show) so I’m excited about that

wc -> 2.8k

cw -> non-con, power imbalance, reader is intoxicated, ur also a stereotypical hetero footballer, blackmail, mild impact play, use of f slur in the beginning, FULL NELSON!!!

Wriothesley didn’t really know why he was at some stereotypical frat party—it was too loud, crowded, and it smelled like a nauseating mix of weed, alcohol, and sweat. He attended only because one of his buddies convinced him too, regardless of how much he insisted that he was fine being the “loner nobody” he is. Hardly anything caught his interest, and he could see the stares he was getting just from brooding in some corner.

Except that’s when he noticed you, one of the most well-known guys in the school. Everybody knew you were a notorious shit talker, but with the talent to back it up. After managing to catch the eyes of some scouts, you were granted a full-ride scholarship and almost constantly covered in girls. You were practically anyone’s dream.

And currently getting shitfaced drunk in the middle of a group that chanted your name. It was a drinking challenge, he deduced, after seeing you struggle to insult your opponent with a jumbled slur of curses.

“N–no, I can keep going. I’m not a f–fuckin’ fag,” he could hear you say, leaning heavily against the table littered in empty plastic cups with more refills on the way. He could see that you lived on the attention, thrived on it, didn’t care about your one-way ticket to liver failure. Your opponent ended up quitting hardly two cups later, branding you the victor with yet another cheer of your name. Wriothesley chuckled at the look on your face, all pale and uneasy, yet you tried to brandish a cocky grin while soaking up the praise like a sponge, not-so-subtly rushing out of the main area, most likely to vomit up your guts.

He lingered around for a while longer when he began to wonder where you went. Your friends didn’t seem to realize your prolonged absence, and he took it upon himself to slink within the shadows and sneak into some restricted area that the rest of the partygoers weren’t allowed to enter. He wandered around for a while, getting a feel of the place before stumbling upon your room, it seemed. If the fact that you were sprawled out on your bed wasn’t evidence enough.

“The fuck?” You jolted in surprise when you noticed Wriothesley’s imposing figure in the doorway. Though your eyes remained on him, they hardly seemed focused, and you didn’t bother getting up to push him out. “The party’s downstairs, d–dipshit.”

“I know,” he hummed in response, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. He raked his eyes up and down your body, his piercing gaze landing on your ass. Something in his groin stirred. “You look like shit.”

“Fuck you,” you groaned, feeling too sick and tired to refute how you’d normally do—close up and personal, chest to chest, borderline physical. “What do you want?”

“You,” he said so bluntly, so casually, you were genuinely caught off guard. He strolled closer leisurely, rolling his eyes when you opened your mouth to spew out predictable insults. “Yeah, yeah, that’s too ‘faggoty’, right? I get it.”

“Y’know, you use that word a lot. It gets a guy thinking,” he said with a thoughtful hum, feeling a heat beginning to pool within his body. His cock twitched against the zipper of his pants. “Maybe that’s exactly what you are—a fag, and people just don’t know it yet,” he theorized with a chuckle, finding your face scrunched up in disgust to be amusing. He kneeled down beside you, strong hands on your hips. Albeit slowly, he could see you piecing the puzzles of his intent together.

“I think you’re tired of all those girls,” he murmured, his breath hot and uncomfortable against your ear. “I think you want a man to fuck you.”

“What the actual—“ you began to protest when he suddenly shoved your face into the bed, muffling any words that you tried to say. You struggled to get up, clawing at his hand, but this damn freak was unnaturally strong. Goosebumps rose on your skin at the sudden temperature change when he yanked your pants down, yelling profanities into the mattress, but he paid them no mind. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip at the sight: you, so helpless and bare beneath him. You weren’t the tough guy that practically ran the campus. No, you were going to be his bitch tonight.

With his free hand, he spread one of your asscheeks apart, dragging his thumb along your taint to your winking hole. He sucked in a sharp breath, chuckling breathlessly when you tensed. He could feel you struggling beneath him, your feet kicking at his legs, and a dark thrill ran through his body. Swiftly tying your hands behind your back with the use of his belt, he leaned over to your nightstand and rummaged through it, searching for a bottle of lube he knew you’d have. Instead, he found an open box of condoms, a size too big, he realized when he took another look at your cock hanging between your legs.

Chuckling softly, he opened a different drawer and grabbed the lube, offering it a brief inspection before squirting a generous amount directly onto your asshole. He found it amusing the way you tensed at the sudden coldness of it, roughly slipping two fingers into inside you. You struggled harder then, your insides clenching down tightly around him like it was trying to force him out.

He spread his fingers in a scissoring motion while slowly moving in and out, giving you enough grace to at least adjust to the sudden stretch. “Oh, stop being such a bitch. Stay still,” Wriothesley demanded with a huff, twisting his wrist and crooking his fingers to find your prostate.

It was like a sudden shock of electricity ran down your spine when he found it, your entire body tensing at the unexpected arousal that came with it. You froze in sheer mortification at the feeling of your cock beginning to swell, the familiar throb between your legs overtaking your senses. Fuck. This was not good at fucking all. You—football all star—were NOT supposed to be getting off to some freak’s fingers like… like a—

“Oh ho! Look at that,” he laughed, pressing his clothed knee cruelly against the length of your hardening cock. You squirmed, your groans muffled. This was fucking humiliating…

“See, you’re hard!” He exclaimed like it was some grand discovery, and you really hoped nobody could hear him through the damn door. “You starting to realize that maybe the dominant, top dog lifestyle isn’t for you after all?”

You strained against your binds, wrists aching at the exertion to free yourself, but to no avail. He held you down firmly and securely as he stuffed you with three thick fingers. You tried to think of something, anything—a naked grandma, your coach’s hairy ass—

“Hey, looks like you’re lost in thought.” Wriothesley slid the hand on your nape to the front of your throat, yanking you up to make your back arch uncomfortably. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“Fucking… fuck you!” You choked out, your vision swimming and your mind a jumbled mess of thoughts and ideas.

“No, I’m fucking you,” he teasingly corrected, jabbing his fingers straight against your prostate when you opened your mouth to protest, a shamefully loud moan escaping your throat instead of words. The playful lilt in his voice was infuriating, and you hated that you couldn’t do anything to wipe that smug smirk off his damn face.

“Get–get off of me!” You hiccuped, gritting your teeth when he dug his knee harder against your cock, burying your face in the mattress until he relented, and you managed to relax somewhat. With a disgusting squelch, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on your shirt haphazardly, and you began to panic at the sound of rustling clothes. He let your throat go and reached for the box of condoms, eyes widening in mild surprise when he realized that the packets themselves were a size smaller than what the box advertised.

“You seriously…?” He laughed when you looked away in pure embarrassment, deciding to tear the packet open and slide it on his throbbing cock anyways, his hips jerking up into his hand at the much needed stimulation. He didn’t feel like catching whatever STD you probably contracted from your many hookups. He notched the head of his cock against your slick asshole, a shiver running down his spine in anticipation, when his blue eyes brightened with an idea.

He dug in his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Hey, it’s your first time, right?” He leaned over your back and positioned the front camera towards your face, using his free hand to grab your chin and hold you still. “We should take a picture of this moment, don’t you think? Say cheese.” And with that, he shoved his cock deep inside you in a single, fluid thrust, taking a shaky photo of your pained, humiliated expression.

Wriothesley groaned softly in your ear, his hips flush against your ass as he remained still for a moment. He straightened his back and positioned the phone atop your nightstand, making sure he was recording before holding your hips firmly, pulling out with a slow drag only to slam himself back inside. He started slow and developed a relentless pace, admiring the way your ass bounced as he yanked you back to him over and over again.

“F–Fuck! Slow down!” You slurred, fingernails digging into your palms. The stretch was painful and uncomfortable and you could feel the beginnings of arousal deep in your gut, the heat intensifying by the second. You muffled your moans in the bed, but that only served to amplify the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin.

“Slow down? Is that what those girls said to you before? That’s cute,” he taunted, his voice strained. He angled his hips and sped up, his muscles flexing at the exertion. “C’mon, fuckin’ take it like. A. Man,” he growled, emphasizing his words with cruel thrusts, hellbent on pounding your ass into the mattress.

Was this really what they felt like? So full and helpless, like all of your nerve endings had been set alight? Fuck, you could feel every inch and ridge and vein as it dragged against your insides, in and out, over and over again in a dizzying rhythm. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

Suddenly, a sharp, burning pain bloomed on your asscheek, forcing you to tense and squeeze his cock tighter. “Fuck—fuck you! Stop doing that!”

“Doing what?” He questioned, the heat within his body burning brighter. His chest heaved with labored breaths, raising his hand to spank the other side.

“That! Fucking stop it!” You protested, trying your damn hardest to deny the ecstasy that pooled in your belly, to will away the ache in your balls. The sight of you falling apart on his cock, the sounds of your reluctant ecstasy filling the room, it’s almost enough to make Wriothesley cum right then and there. But he holds back, wanting you to orgasm first. What a gentleman.

Sliding a hand around your pelvis, he grasps your drooling cock with a firm grip, roughly stroking you in time with his punishing thrusts. He could feel you tense, your ass pushing back against him the slightest bit, and he could hardly suppress his victorious smirk. Your precum let his fist slide easily, squeezing the tip and thumbing at the slit relentlessly.

“No—stop! I’m gonna fucking… ngh, ah! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Stop!” You warned, foolishly hoping he’d leave you alone, but your body wasn’t cooperating. He doubled his efforts at your wail, fucking you with wild abandon. He didn’t care who might be listening behind the door. Let them hear just how much of a slut you were.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Cum on my fucking cock, you filthy whore,” he groaned when you finally came, squeezing and fluttering around his throbbing cock. He fucked you through your orgasm, refusing to relent until your whines grew louder at the discomfort of overstimulation. He pulled out with a lewd squelch, his cock twitching in the aftershocks of his sensitivity before he grabbed his phone to get a close-up of your gaping, winking asshole, spreading a cheek to get a better view.

He set the phone back down and dragged you up by your hair, his breath hitching at the sight of your teary eyes and drooling mouth. Fuck. He did that. Dicked you down so good you could hardly tell left from right.

He could see you relaxing slightly, and chuckled at your stupidity. This wasn’t over until he said it was.

Swiftly, he lodged his cock back into your sensitive hole, ignoring the strained noise that escaped your lips. With a grunt, he hooked your legs over the crook of his elbows and interlocked his fingers behind your head, spreading you wide open for the camera. He could see the sheer mortification in your face when you saw your reflection on his phone, but you couldn’t stop the way your dick twitched at it.

“Fuck, look at yourself,” Wriothesley groaned, his hips jerking slightly. Your eyes were wide and your skin heated, legs still trembling from the force of your orgasm. You squeezed your eyes shut when he ground his hips against your ass, biting your lip to stifle the moans you knew were going to slip out anyways.

And you were right—not even a few moments after he began to fuck up into you, groans and whines were torn from your throat, guttural and carnal sounds that spurred him on. His stamina was endless, it seemed, as he resumed his punishing pace, driving into you so hard you could feel the very air being fucked out of your lungs. His cockhead nailed your prostate with pinpoint precision, forcing your cock to thicken between your thighs again.

“Oh, look at that,” he said against your ear, his voice strained and breathless, eyes fixated on the way your hole stretched so obscenely around his fat cock. “You’re hard again. That can’t—that can’t be a coincidence.”

“No–no m’not,” you babbled, eyes rolling back in poorly hidden ecstasy. The fire in your belly roared back to life, the heat intensifying quicker than before after having just came.

“Awh, are you going stupid already?” He cooed, his breath hot against your ear. He bit down on the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth in hard enough to bruise before soothing the ache with a lick. “That’s okay. You never did—fuck—use that brain of yours very often.”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to protest, not with the way he was churning your insides into a mushy mess. You could see yourself in the reflection, eyes watery and lips parted, drool dribbling down your chin to your chest. You look fucking pathetic. Everyone would lose their shit seeing you getting your brains fucked out on some weirdo loser’s cock, and he knew it. He knew it in the way he squeezed your legs tighter, the muscles of his biceps bulging in his shirt as if to remind you of your place.

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum—“ Wriothesley choked out, grinding his teeth so hard it was a miracle he didn’t crack one of them. He was trying to keep as quiet as possible to let the phone pick up on every one of your slutty noises, his chest heaving up and down at the exertion. He squeezed you tighter, nearly stumbling as he pushed himself, his thrusts losing rhythm.

He squeezed his eyes shut when he finally came, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He could stop the deep groan from escaping him, listening to your whimpers and grunts.

You shuddered, eyes fluttering at the warmth that flooded you—wait, warmth?

Your eyes snapped open as he pulled out, leaving you gaping and empty and leaking his cum. You could see the torn condom clinging to his softening cock, yelping when he unceremoniously dumped you back on your bed.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and flipped the camera, getting a good view of your drooling cock and gaping asshole before ending the recording. He peeled the tattered remains of the condom off his cock and wiped himself with one of the stray shirts on the floor to tuck himself away, leaving you embarrassingly hard and exhausted.

“Maybe you’ll learn to keep your ego in check, yeah?” He gave your asscheek a pat in farewell, making his way out of your room feeling utterly triumphant. At least he had the decency to close the door.

cross posted on ao3

[livingdeadhorse]

idk what this is. i like robots. i’ll clean these up later. i think.

anyways while drawing these I started thinking abt like. idk does this count as an AU.

General shit:

I didn't make it clear, but the robots that have pupils were built without a hardcoded purpose. They've always been free to explore what they want to do. The robots with fully colored "scleras" were created with a purpose from the jump, so their creators didn't feel the need to make them appear more "human".

The more expensive a robot's parts are, the less clunky it is.

Right now, I'm going with "their human family built them" but that's liable to change.

The designs are also liable to change because uh. duh.

Celestia Ludenberg:

Viewed the robots with an imbued purpose as interesting and superior (something something humanity's advancement). She wants to be praised like that, so she emulates them

Her cat loves how much heat she radiates so it's always near her.

Most of her upgrades are cosmetic but if they aren't, they're stupid. She won't upgrade her CPU or her motherboard, but she'll load up with three 4090s that her other components can't even keep up with. Yes, she does it to flex.

She'll distract from bootleg, refurbished, or shoddily painted parts by turning on her RGB. It gets annoying.

She knows that she's fairly unsettling and she revels in it.

All things considered, her cable management is pretty good.

Her gambling skill is still just luck here, but she tells everyone it's because she has a never-seen-before GPU(& CPU) that does calculations at insane speeds.

Most don't believe her but have no way to disprove her lie.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

I can't decide if he was built by his father or his grandfather.

Either way, he was built before Toranosuke's downfall, so his internals were all pretty expensive for the time. Luckily for him, that means he was slightly future-proof and has a viable upgrade path.

Unluckily for him, this means he's stuck with really old parts and his 8gb of RAM can barely keep up in a 32gb world sadge

His chassis is built from secondhand or scrap parts. It's why his joints are so ancient in comparison to the rest of him and why he has so much cabling that he can't seem to manage.

Shit chassis = shit airflow = he is always overheating

BUDDY IS YOUR CPU BURNING HOW IS THERE SMOKE

Older tech = LOUD AF. The class bought him new fans to avoid the loud ass whirring. It's not quiet but he used to sound like a jet engine.

He runs on Debian. It was originally going to be Arch since it's lightweight but Debian's whole "old but stable" reputation fits him more. I don't see him properly dealing with bleeding edge software anyways.

His room is filled with past HDDs that no longer have storage. He deems all educational material important so he refuses to delete any lessons. He doesn't have the money for SSDs.

Mukuro Ikusaba:

Is usually in reconnaissance mode, meaning she has a shit ton of hidden cameras in her chassis

This used to benefit Fenrir. Now it benefits Junko.

She can have her parts shifted around with no issue to make room for a better arsenal.

She’s durable in her reconnaissance mode but she’s nigh on untouchable in her combat mode. Her chassis gets 10x bulkier and she can split her attention to several different tasks on the battlefield.

Fenrir Mercenary Group doubles as a weapons company. Mukuro is the only model of her kind though.

They tried to give her reconnaissance model the look of a “normal girl” so she could gather info more efficiently. They failed real bad. They also didn’t account for the fact that Mukuro isn’t good at socializing.

She allocates a CPU core to a process dedicated to Junko. 24/7 365

She believes herself to be less capable of emotion than she actually is. She can’t seem to find the system process that triggers such painful emotions.

Chihiro Fujisaki

Each “fold” in her skirt doubles as a screen. Think of the skirt as having two layers: the top shell and the under shell. The top shell is what doubles as a screen.

Optimized her hardware to work on code as fast as possible (fingers, skirt, etc).

She tends to test out new software on herself regardless of their compatibility with her pre-existing shit. She constantly has to reinstall her OS, but it’s all fun for her.

Speaking of her OS, I was going to make her run on Gentoo but IDK cause of the compile times. It’d be faster if she used distcc but I can’t see her screwing over her classmates like that lol.

So I’m between Nix and Arch.

Insecure about the fact that she overhauled her original model so extensively. Got made fun of for being a ‘defective’ robot. Her father supports her modifications but she still feels bad about having ‘failed’ somehow.

Cue identity issues

She helps out her classmates when it comes to repairs.

Tendency to stay up programming leads to high uptimes. If her friends notice her lagging or crashing, they’ll try to get her to shut down. (In a computer sense lol, not an emotional shut down)

Do y’all remember the xz utils backdoor? Yeah that’s how extensively she combs through code.

Sayaka Maizono

I can’t decide if she was built to be an idol or was originally some other type of robot.

Loves to make kids smile, so she has a sort of candy mechanism in her arm.

Everything about her glows or spins. You will never get bored looking at her.

Her skirt isn’t actually see through I just didn’t feel like erasing the hip joints lmao.

If corpos give her manager enough money, she has to perform with literal ads on her.

State-of-the art facial recognition software. It makes her fans feel special to have their names remembered.

She has a regular sleep cycle due to how load-intensive her everyday life is. Has to shut down for a couple hours every week at least.

Her psychic ability is just her running a million calculations based on people’s behavior and sensing which one is most plausible. This feature is in place to avoid PR disasters during interviews or public appearances.

There really aren’t enough worker’s rights regulations in place for robots.

The company gets alerts whenever she freaks tf out, so she feels even more stifled and repressed. Chihiro helped remove this.

Kyoko Kirigiri

Can’t decide if she was built by her father or grandfather. Probably just built by Jin and he “left” her in Fuhito’s care.

Fuhito made her go through several modifications, hardcoding his own investigative skills into her system.

Her grandfather loves her but has fucked up ideas about her own autonomy.

The events of DR:K still happen. She chose not to replace her hands.

Fuhito doesn’t make much use of a backdoor in her system anymore. He used it a lot more when she was a child but he sees her as a viable heir of the Kirigiri clan now. Chihiro isolated the backdoor to a separate SSD anyhow.

Still complicated father-daughter issues

Everything about her (but her OS) is proprietary, probably commissioned from Towa Industries. Her OS is a fork of Mint. The Windows 7 UI is just because I imagine her grandfather is One of Those lmao.

Has way too many scanners and sensors. She can’t test any evidence herself but she can gather a fair bit of information. Has a vast database for cross-comparison anyways.

Same issues as Togami and Mukuro: sees herself as less capable of emotion than she actually is.

The ramen noodle incident called for actual repairs.

Byakuya Togami

His superiority complex is far worse because he was literally CREATED to be the perfect Togami. You can’t tell him shiiiiiiit.

Gold joints. Scoffs at those with unoptimized cable management or software.

He’s constantly streamlining his own processes. Brings up that he runs on his own OS when Nobody Asked.

Had a similar backdoor to Kyoko’s but Koji did check that one. Obsessively. Nobody would tell Byakuya but He Just Knew. The lack of privacy irritated him. Aloysius helped fix it once Togami finally took over.

Only trusts Aloysius with his repairs. Has a hard time admitting when he needs repairs in the first place so Aloysius hides it under “monthly maintenance”.

Does everything from the terminal even when he 1) shouldn’t and 2) can’t. Bragging rights. He has written a bunch of his own scripts though to speed things up.

Kernel and OS provided to him by Koji. (UNIX-based. Proprietary) Byakuya maintains and builds his own updates. Doesn’t trust cheapskate peasants to do it for him.

Anti-FOSS. For him at least.

Has glasses for the aesthetics. Doesn’t need them.

[libbytwq]

merry christmas!!! (2024)

So, it's Christmas. Normally I never make this type of Christmas special, normally because every year I usually have no one in specific online to be grateful for, aside from my followers. But these past 5 months, my life has truly changed, and i finally have people I want to wish a genuine Merry Christmas to. So here is a gift for those wonderful people.

And thats not all, I'm not just gonna make a cute lil gift and not explain why I love these people!

APPRECIATION GO! 💥

SMG8 // @strange0-0storm -- STORM!! I know we rarely interact, but everytime we do, it's an absolute treat. I love seeing your art, the stuff you make is so awesome and fun to look at, and talking about goofy shit is so much fun. I look up to you a lot and I want to interact with you a lot more. SMG8 was one of the first ever SMG4 OCs I've ever gotten myself familiar with, he's such a silly man and I want to punt him, I love your stuff sm, stay cool 💥

Mango // @its-a-me-mango -- MANGO!! I've always been a massive fan of your art since I was first getting myself familiar with the SMG4 Tumblr community, because of your artstyle and the goofy jokes and silly stuff, but since joining the TSB discord server and interacting with you, I think you are even cooler. Our interactions are so incredibly goofy and I love every single time you appear on VCs. Our sense of humor almost feels like it clicks and everytime we make jokes I be cackling, to the point I sometimes get distracted from what I'm working on... but hey its okay because we're all silly here :3 i love your stuff sm man and i think ur an absolute vibe keep doing that forever and ever

N4 // @bluesbox -- BLUE!! It is so much fun interacting with you about theories and stuff!! And hearing you yap abt N4 lore is so fun and cool.... im INVESTED....... Yappin with you about goofy lil theory stuff is an absolute treat and i love interacting with you sm guh h,, we are the SCHEMERS......

TSB // @tiredsmashbros -- TOMM!! you...... YOU..... I WOULDNT BE FRIENDS WITH ANY OF THESE PEOPLE IF YOU DIDNT EXIST.... i look up to you like crazy and the fact that i can call you a friend is still batshit insane to me....interacting with you and joining your server has in fact changed my life for the better and i am not the same person i was before your 1k birthday party.... you are a huge inspiration to me and your lore is impeccable bUT DUDE I WANT ANSWERS, the TSB lore has me invested and i wanna know whats goin on im gonna..... GSHDJFNF IM GONNA GETTT Y /silly /pos dude your are so crazy awesome i love vibin with you n being silly all the time. qwah puh 💥

Neo // @neo91502 -- NEO!! You were one of the first people i bonded with in the server, and for that i think you are incredibly awesome, i love your art and everything you draw they always look so super cool and awesome and wa h,, i love your stuff sm but man you gotta handle your addiction to tsmg4 and long haired smg4 its gonna be a problem if you cant get it under control /silly YOU ARE SO AWESOME AND FUN I LOVE YAPPING WITH YOU RAAAGH

Hexsy // @nxva-blogz -- NXVA!! sigh..... i GUESS i have to include you.... for the sake of the hexore...... /j /silly you are so crazy and interacting with you is sm fun ill be completely honest. The hexsy lore is so so neat and i love your art sm guh,, I love vibing with you and being silly you are such a goofy ahh individual and you bring a lot of joy hehehehe explodes y

And now, there were a few other people I really wanted to fit on the couch, but couldn't because I burnt tf out. So heres me showing appreciation to those people too!

@knightedmares -- MY TWIN!! KNIGHTMARE KNIGHTMARE KNIGHTMARE!! We have so much in common and we just be vibin everytime you show up. I love your oc Trick sm and i love vibing with you guh

@rmgkyle -- KYLE!!! you feed me everyday and i appreciate it very very much. You are so incredibly goofy and i love RMG from the bottom of my heart and you are so insane but i love that WEE

@mikchi8 -- mikchi you are a menace to the server and i am very scared of you,, but thats ok cuz you are very silly and i love vibin with you /pos

@kittykibbl -- Kitty i LOVE your various AUs a ton and you were one of the first people i interacted with online, from one of the first WOTWs, and i still love your stuff a ton and interacting with you is a lot of fun yippe

Merry Christmas everybody!!

- Lore, libbytwq

[ritzcuit]

it occured to me that "datz being a walking encyclopedia abt the revolution and dhurke and dhurke's ideals and his family and their history and everything, bc he is an insane gay fanboy" ...of course he's trying to combat misinfo and protecting the good name of the defiant dragons, of course, but you know who hes really talking to? RAYFA

she's like i need to look into that Normal Not Traitorous Snake. for braidhead. and their patronage. which is also my patronage but i'm not acknowledging that right now. so she's digging through books and articles and shes like...! Braidhead! I had no idea your father once tore a tank apart with his bare hands! impressive considering we have no tanks (complimenting) and nahyuta is like ..........he. What are you reading

and it's like "the seven most fucked up things dhurke sahdmadhi definitely did (number 5 will shock you)" and he's like oh for the love of

and i think at first it can be a really cutie bonding thing for her and nahyuta, of course, she's so curious, she wants to know the truth, very badly, not just for knowing about her "real father" but because she wants to unlearn everything horrid she'd been taught you know? and it's nice for nahyuta to reflect, if not incredibly retraumatizingNKLDFNGD Like it's fun and all but everytime nahyuta talks about how grand and honorable dhurke was he's like [compounding with guilt and shame and regret]let's take a break for now,

but there's a lot of spots that nahyuta can't tell accurately anyway. bc they weren't there and they don't know. for sure. they know secondhand stories but in the pursuit of truth, aren't there better sources? and he's like...you know who would know more than me? datz. and rayfa's like THE SMELLY HAIRY MAN?and hes like wh He's not smellier or hairier than anyone else what are you

i think rayfa and datz are very like, like she knows him, and he of COURSE knows her, but it's not like she needs any raising, like she still has her mother... all that. so when she approaches him datz is like aw hell i'm in trouble I DIDN'T DO IT I SWEAR and shes like SHUUT UPPPP [STAFF BONK] I have questions about dhurke sahdmadhi. which ofc datz is like oh :D? bc that's, APPARENTLY, HIS FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD.

but the long story short is that guards are running through the palace like ohfuck where's the princess oh Holy Mother help us all WHERE IS SHE and nahyuta's like ?!?! bc what if she got like, super abducted, while trying to find datz, what was he thinking asking her to go Find Datz when datz could be LITERALLY ANYWHERE and then it turns out she's definitely with datz. like in the mountains.

like she asked too many questions and datz was like Y'know what......how about i just show ya ^_^ ive been meanin' to go up there anyway! and they're just coming back from visiting the old mountain hut that's Still Standing despite everything. it's like sundown and everyone's freaked the hell out and rayfa is still asking so many questions like wait, and how did he stage this breakout!? and what were your escape routes?! and datz is like you sound like a cop im not answering those and everyones liekWHERREEE THE HELL WERE YOUUUUU

but datz is smiling all proud and satisfied bc he feels like he got to do something for dhurke, now his daughter knows more about him, isn't that great? and rayfa [will never be satisfied] but she has a lot to chew on. she's learned a lot. in this respect, the smelly hairy lizard man is worth keeping around. she goes to thank him for this but finds a datz-shaped cloud next to her bc he bolted the second he saw the guards

[axii-xix]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP WTF

everyone was expecting her fight to be her testing / training the Traveler BUT THIS!?!?!

(spoilers for Lyney / Lynette / Freminet lore, it's found in their character bios / voicelines but doesn't spoil anything in the archon quests)

The siblings standing up to her and her fighting them???!??! This is so insane I—

It definitely looks serious considering that she's gone into her crazy balemoon form, and the fact that Freminet is blocking her very deadly looking strike and also going straight for her head

I know Lyney has a voiceline about having to become the next head of the House of the Hearth, and not wanting us to tell his siblings because they'll worry

Perhaps they find out here and all 3 decide to convince Arle to let Lyney make his own decision about that matter

It also seems that they got assigned a mission they don't want to complete, perhaps involving someone they know or don't want to kill (Freminet saying Lyney is hiding the person Father is looking for, Lynette asking why Arle's backed them into a corner, etc)

Judging by the opening lines of the trailer (some familiar faces not being present, etc) and details in the siblings' voicelines it's clear they're sent on dangerous missions and are always avoiding death by the skin of their teeth, and definitely aren't living normal lives

Also Freminet says that crying is looked down on / considered weak by Arle, so he always bottles up his emotions and lets them out at the literal bottom of the ocean; their childhood was definitely not great, even if Arle saved them from even worse fates

Like they never really experienced a normal childhood so I doubt they realize that the stuff going on in the House of the Hearth isn't anywhere near ideal

The special program also implies that Arle is very strict and the siblings have been affected negatively by this (stuff Daman / Lyney's VA says, etc)

I really hope that Arle sees their logic and backs down so I don't feel entirely terrible about pulling for her / liking her character because if she's willing to kill any of the siblings I'm going to be absolutely furious at her—

We do know she cares about them and gets very angry when they're mistreated or when they want to risk their lives when their are other options (her anger at people in Freminet / Lynette's past and when Lyney wants to risk his life and get a delusion to be able to perform on the same level as Lynette, before he got his vision)

ALSO I'm not going to ramble abt this as much but CYNO'S STORY QUEST!??!?!? From what I gather it seems Sethos was another candidate to receive the god's power (that Cyno has) and feels that he should have gotten it rather than Cyno for some reason?? Can't wait to see what's up with that as well

(also not Cyno and Yoimiya getting second story quests before Venti help—)

trailer link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYZW7wH3pVM&t=58s

[your-unfriendlyghost]

hey if you ever want a reason to talk about tex this is is your cue to talk about it in any way shape or form you feel like (no rush, let this sit in your inbox however long you want lol) bc I think it’s a crime there’s only like five people in this fandom and I can’t keep going insane over this book alone lol

I always want a reason to talk about Tex. I’ve got nothing coherent to say that I ain’t already said, so I’ll just type whatever comes to mind, deal?

-I was initially annoyed Matt Dillon played him in the movie, thought he’d make an awful Tex. But no he did perfect he’s literally Tex to me now. Like when see 80s Matt Dillon my brain defaults to registering him as Tex lol

-Tex is the best book protagonist ever. He’s real sweet! He’s got anger issues! He’s innocent enough to be endearing but he does know the score anyway…He’s a whole lot like Sodapop, no wonder I like him lol

-I have a buddy irl who looks/acts exactly like Matt Dillon’s Tex. He’s one of my favorite people on the planet. I showed him my Tex drawing and said “yk I think I accidentally drew you” and everyone in the group agreed lol. Only difference is that he’s short as hell and Tex isn’t. Anyway Sam if you’re reading this (he shouldn’t be tho no one irl should know abt this my rep would be destroyed) I love ya

-The way he’s canonically brothers with Mark Jennings kills me holy HELL

-I read Tex to my little sister and she said he sounds like me. He isn’t that much like me tho b/c he is…nicer I think lol

-The plot about Jamie matters a lot to me because at the time I was reading Tex for the first time I was coming off of a relationship with a girl who was like a combination of Jamie and Angela Shepard lol

-But also, something about how the book is still so kind to Jamie even though she kind of broke up with Tex just felt really good and so human. Ik when I was her age I had no clue what I was doing and was in her shoes exactly, and it felt awful. So it means a lot to me that Jamie isn’t treated like a villain.

-And Tex isn’t treated like one either for wanting more from her! They’re just kids who don’t know what they’re doing! It’s so real idk. I love cringefail teen relationship representation lol. They both get to be complex! She’s a person who goes! He’s a person who stays! It doesn’t matter that they’re both pretty, it’s never gonna work because he’s Tex and she’s Jamie…and neither of them are wrong or right. It just…is.

-People who stay and people who go fuckin altered my brain chemistry ngl. Like that just made so much click into place for me. It put words to a feeling I’d always had I guess, and made the world make just a little more sense

-I’m so lucky to know irl Tex, we’re gonna go on a cross country roadtrip this summer. And he wants to bungee jump sometime even tho he’s lowkey scared of heights b/c he’s an adrenaline junkie first. And I can’t wait :)) Every time I think about him I get all giddy and happy he’s like a bit of human sunshine istg (pLATONICALLY y’all don’t get it twisted lol)

-My little sister loves Tex too and I’m so proud

-My mom apparently read Tex growing up, but somehow didn’t?? Read the Outsiders?? Till two years ago?? Idk how that even happened. Must’ve been cos Tex has horses in it and she was a cowgirl back in the day lol.

-FYI Smokey the Cowhorse is NOT a horse-cow hybrid thing. Cowhorse is what you call horses who HERD COWS. I am clarifying because people (read: my sister) have apparently been misunderstanding Smokey

-I got my sister a copy of Smokey the Cowhorse for x-mas as a joke and Tex wasn’t kidding the pictures in it are real cool

-Tex is not a name most people name human children. It’s a name you’d name a dog or something. So the fact that Mason has a normal name while Tex has a weirder name is just further evidence of Pop not seeing Tex as his son. in this essay I will-

-He’s both Hinton’s kindest and toughest protagonist imo. The kindness makes it sometimes hard to see the toughness, but it’s completely there. He’s so cool.

[worokapi]

after god observations

so I've read After God 6 months ago but recently in October it just absolutely out of nowhere FULLY seized my hyperfixation to a level so intense I'm genuinely so startled. I haven't felt this normal about a piece of media in YEARS holy moly.

the English fandom is so miniscule so hella I was SO happy to find there's an After God tumblr corner. anyway first post, hello anyone who stumbles across these ramblings... warning this gets kinda rambly but it's just me being gushy about the series.

abt me I don't actually frequent tumblr that much, I'm kinda new in terms of experience, although I just have some social anxiety over talking about things I like publicly so I hope this sideblog gives me a little bit of strength talking to the void. I need a place where I can go INSANE over this series anyway WAHOO!! maybe will also post fanart in the future also, maybe!

there seems to be a much larger fanbase in Japan (mangaplus/urasunday where the original Japanese is posted gets hundreds of comments as opposed to English's official publisher on comikey. albeit I don't think comikey's the best at making it accessible either). Mangaplus/urasunday do post the latest 1-2 After God chapters for free on the website btw for folks who like to read ahead. Unfortunately anything before the latest 2 chapters is region-locked to the app and I don't really want to bother trying to figure out how to get it but that's what I'm mostly aware of.

I've seen some mixed reviews in the English side, though there's only a handful really out there, but most times I feel people are missing the point!!!! AHHHHHH!!!

when I first read the series 6 months ago, I didn't think of it that much except it shared some similar ideas to my own existing original work I thought would be cool to draw some inspiration off of. I'm honestly not really sure what happened in october, but I think it started because I gave it a second reread. And SO MUCH suddenly clicked. I didn't skim the dialogue as much and began to reexamine scenes and panels with the foresight of the later chapter events. And I fell absolutely in love. preordered and got the first volume in english on release date yippee!!

the first volume or chapters 1-8 is admittedly pretty much an exposition dump, but I think that rough start is kinda to be expected for most series trying to get a reader hooked into a new world. chapters 9-20 are really where things start kicking. It leads you to think Kamikura Waka is shounen-type protagonist like one chosen hero vs the big threat, but then breaks down into a more raw, mature look at the complicated lives of normal people who're just trying to survive, find their own happiness, and fight threats they only somewhat comprehend.

are IPOs really that different from humans? But not in the sense "humans are worse and gods are better" or "humans are better and gods are worse", but in the sense that "we're all equally messy in the same way, just trying to exist because that's all we know what we want to do."

I feel it's a story that needs to be read with the attempt to understand the characters as people with layers of contradiction and their relationships with one another. That's where so much of the meat and the weight of After God comes from for me, and many of these "this was disappointing" reviews don't really seem to even notice that part at all or tend to be confused why the characters act the way they do.

/// spoilers ahead!! talking about some of my observations and thoughts

I can't really remember where it was if there was a more explicitly stated spot that Ahu'az takes the form of what people see as most beautiful (at this point I'm wondering if I'm hallucinating this up oh god). Closest thing with the implication this is the case is in Chapter 34 when Yako/Furuya asks "what form did the God Ahu'az take for you?"

if this is the case though and it changes from person to person's perspective... then oh all the more tragic when Shion went to see Ahu'az and saw Waka/Alu'la as her most beautiful person.... DOOMED YURI, FUCK

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obikawa saying "wow it's cooler here than I expected" back in chapter 9 really gets a new perspective when you apply the later reveal how IPOs are basically born

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silly thing to wonder about, did the florescent banana tee Obikawa gave Tokinaga somehow become the saving grace that stopped him from getting eaten lol?

he is such a loser (affectionate) though like TOKINAGA YOU'RE LITERALLY 10 STEPS AWAY FROM YOUR HOUSE YOU CAN GET CHANGED!!

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Tokinaga talks about being afraid of bathtubs chapter 17, and then on a reread I noticed he is standing in front of a bathtub in chapter 3. what kind of hell happened to you my guy omfg

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I know that damn Default CSP Rubble Asset when I see it!!!!

pattern recognition throws me out of the loop a lot I work on comics in CSP as well and now I don't read webcomics the same way anymore oops. right off here I think it's pretty safe to determine After God was drawn in CSP; assets can't really be converted to other programs.

more CSP assets I recognized:

this hatching brush for the outline of Tokinaga here is ベタ線新 from this set

Nayuu's tree branches are from this set

and I'm pretty sure the water here is from this blood set, which might appear elsewhere a few times (i see these shapes in my dreams. this blood set haunts me so bad)

to be clear this isn't a critique or "using assets is bad" at all. normal readers are not going to notice these things. (in which i'm not normal i study Eno's art so intensely because i admire it so much). when making comics or other repetitively drawn works, artists will take shortcuts and should absolutely take shortcuts. it's just neat to share what tools were used for those curious!

off topic on the topic of csp if anyone would like the link, she's shared the brush she made for drawing Vollof here too!

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I can't freaking imagine how it feels to have your beloved friend melt away on your lap between your fingers like that unholy

if you squint much, you can make out both Yoriko and Tokinaga overlaid in the speech bubble, though I'm not sure what the next one really says

but ahfjhfgifgh!!! the book being animal anatomy is such a stab in the leg cherry on top

(and it's probably an art error but tokinaga's pinky is back/weirdly has a solid shape there instead of it being flabby glove. wani asks how did tokinaga get there before he and yoriko so silly weird theory its tokinaga from a different time iterative loop? wonky. probably still an art error though)

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so how did Alu'la get "reincarnated" within a human? How does an IPO get reincarnated at all? We've seen orokapi needed to eat a human to become a specific human. Alu'la definitely didn't eat a human.

We hear from Orokapi he drank seawater mixed with sewage and gained the intelligence that way. Closest I could think of are the microbiota that make up an IPO and their abilities. Maybe Waka's parents or Waka drank shit water of the sort and got the microbiota inside her that way or idfk

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Thanks Tokinaga for the "uses chopsticks to eat everything" rep 🔥🔥

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i'll leave you on that this is getting too long AHHAAHAJF thanks for reading, hope you got something cool out of this post! :]

[3grey-morals5]

hcs-scp/035&049🤩🤩🤩 (hc1)

uhh...idk I'm just putting shit here atp. Just kinda putting stuff down as I think abt/remember it. Please note this is a bit shippy, but it isnt like.. Dumbed down and cutesy. i try my best to give both chars a more mature and thoughtful feel - stay close to the scp aEsThEtIc of seriousness

THIS IS ALL MY IDEAS FOR IT. NO IT MAY NOT BE TRUE TO TH3 CANON.

-035

this pertains to the collection as a whole, but it's kinda like. There was a original 035 right. That was the jester/black lord consciousness, and it was alone until they left alagadda and the mask started having more hosts. Each new one added the consciousness of that host into the "hivemind" of other hosts.

Due to this system of consciousness , past memories from the other hosts and original, the BL(black lord not boy love) are sorta like a weird game of telephone. For example, the bl liked 049 in alagadda, and that got passed on- but through the different telling of stories the perception changed. So, they mostly recognize 049, but don't know why he's so important so they're left guessing.

smells interesting. Like those dried flower things that give of a nice smell but also to a point it's too sickly sweet or has a unpleasant after smell. Coupled with the hosts smell ofc, but the mask on its own smells like that and a bit earthy too. It's seems nice at first but the more you smell it the more it deteriorates into ...eugh.

This is kinda relevant more to my alagadda hcs, but explains the "goop" coming from them. In alagadda, ESPECIALLY in lords, their is a surplus of unwanted (or wanted, that will be gotten to in the future) humors. For example, the red lord has too much red humor(blood I beleive?) That overhauls all other emotions or humors into JUST mirth. They physically cant feel anything other than that. This goes for the Bl too, there was just so much black bile causing anguish that that was all they could feel. Thus, deteriorating them mentally and physically bc..I mean if you were in constant upset it would take a toll on you. How to fix this? Bloodletting! Er, BILE letting. It helps balance out the humors, to be able to feel more than just their assigned humor. Somehow in the transition from alagadda to the "real world" there was a constant flow able to break through the mask, thus 035 is able to switch emotions very fast and not dwell on just one. Well not more than a normal being would.

In constant mental turmoil due to contaiment,multitude of hosts, nature of said hosts, ect. Causes extreme mood swings, lashing out, psychotic behavior, ect. Like. Not even a headcanon really but they're actually insane. Prone to rash decisions that don't consider future repercussions, unhealthy attachments, Yada Yada Yada.

Moral compass is completely fucked but still tries to do what they pertain as GOOD. Leads to alottt of awkward situations with the staff bc like. Got a Lil dirty secret? Mask mf knows. And you know very well he WILL leak that shit like a furry fandom beware but with 10x more salt in the wound.

will lie withought shame. Not really a headcanon cause this is common knowledge but I just wanna push that this mf is NOT a truthful bitch. 100% a scam artist in a modern setting, and at one point swore up and down that they invented an idea or product just for the fun of seeing how far it could go.

fun fact: Dýo (THE Scp035) actually came up with the idea for the bicycle far before it's alleged creation? The mask states: "My dearest ------- is so slow in his gait! I beleived it would assist him in an easier - and if I may say, more amusing way of transport"

Alagadda related, but..haha. lord. Emo ass lord./pos Look at you all "cut my life into peices" and wearing all black with black hair and a black feather but still got that pale ass face like uve seen a ghost thrice in the last few seconds. In my version they're the youngest of the 4 and...certainly act like it. At least from the media, me being an only child I don't know what siblings are like.

Despite their very VERY disturbing looks, the bl is actually a fairly nice guy(keep in mind this is BEFORE all of the new hosts so it's just one conciousness). The most pessimistic guy you will ever meet, but still a nice one. The palace is dreary asf but is quiet and relatively easygoing as long as you follow some set rules. Anguish dosent like going out much, prefers to stay in doors and refuses all their fellow lords(mainly mirth) attempts to have them join in on the "fun" preferring to instead stay stuck in the past and wallow in self pity. The only way this was turned was at the start of the bile-letting by a doctor (049) and that gave him the actual capacity to feel other than anguish- growing fond of his "savior" and attempting to court him (eventually succeeding. They had a relatively good relationship before all went to shit) he still had alot of sadness, but was more active and lively much to the suprise of palacegoers and dismay of other lords - and of course, the ambassador.

There is much more I would like to add for 035, them being my favorite for...5 or so years now? Has given me plenty of thinking time to develop new ideas for them. I still have much left to say but this is getting upsettingly long and I wish to move onto 049. (Then for a treat, you may have some hcs of their relationship- the good and bad)

-049

Im not gonna assign mental illnesses or disabilities i know nothing about to characters, but there is certainly something going on here.

Began with small signs at childhood. Normally level headed but could snap at family and friends out of the blue, anxious behaviors, visions/illusions or whatever they're called, along with hearing voices and following impulse. They eventually were housed in solidarity by their parents out of worry for their child, (now around teenage) worsening their condition. Sometime during the start of the plauge, they were able to escape and made their way into society.

Really does think he's doing good! Like.. really is trying!! But it's not good at all!!! Primarily self taught with shit he finds around and learning from other doctors, which ahem, eventually are killed to use as patients when the mental instability sets in again and he starts to view them as sick or evil in some way. Not sanitary(obv) but even worse so because he is constantly mucking around in body pits trying to do something covered in rot and gross never changing, rarely eating..just a real sight.

Some way or another made it to alagadda. Yay? Something in the way the city feels is calming, and depresses his mind into a more manedgable and "normal" state where he is able to think clearly. The peak in his career where he learned the most, did the most good, and was a TRUE doctor.

Spent a lot of time in the library, then wandering around in very little free time usually giving remedies to townsfolk suffering from whatever ailments eith the supplies he had. Eventually supplies were sponsored by Anguish when they grew close, and he was able to make quite a name for himself within the citizen community. Retained humanity and compassion which was relatively new in the city, and that drew many in

All good must come to an end though, and being banished from alagadda back in the normal world (with 035 but he's not as important in this awesomesauce 049 discussion) did a huge number on his health and basically reset all the progress he made. Turning ..well, crazy, once again and running even more rampant with the new knowledge he learned. This is where he began actually being able to revive.

A very gentlemanly fellow on the outside but it's a whole fucking shitshow on the interior. It takes alot out of them to constantly stay in check(a skill he's learned with his years) but every once in a while it slips and he just bursts or goes into autopilot(not good either)

Very insecure and untrusting, and while looking a lot more sincere and well rounded/not impulsive like 035, he really isn't a polar opposite. Lil bro is anxious point and laugh at his dumbass.(relax snowflakes, I have diagnosed anxiety I can make this joke 🥰)

No I don't have as much stuff for 049 as 035, as I find him more tricky to write for and thus am spending more time trying to round out my perception of him. Anyways. Here's some cute and also sad 035x049 shit idfk it's almost 1 am I'm so tired of typing if you're actually reading this ily

-good!!!! During alagadda

was very one sided at first, mainly Anguish puppy dog eyes over his cool goth bird crush who LITTERALLY made him feel something other than anguish with procedures and all.

At last 049 (bless his heart he was so sheltered he dosent have much a grasp on the concept of love or whatevs) was like maybe this guy wanna be more than friends. Much to bls relief this attempt at courting bad been going on for far too long in his humble opinion.

Spend an ungodly amount of time together. Like enough to raise suspicion if they weren't extremely careful with all of it. If thus shit got out...(it did) it would be over for lovey dovey couple

Lots of time spent in the palace gardens...mmm grey lavender is such an appealing smell to experience while you're giggling shrouded by bushes trying to keep your relations with your first love hidden like Romeo and James or some shit. Anguish taught him to dance like the citizens at balls did, and it was very much appreciated - a big pass time of theirs. 049 still kinda has to sleep? Bl dosent, but he likes to just read silently while doc uses his much larger body as a pillow. (And maybe wake him up out of sheer boredom, much to docs dismay)

049 enjoys preening with the use of anguish 's bile as a sort of shampoo. It slides right off his feather and hair and takes all the little mites with him. In turn, doc will scratch places that are "hard to reach " can bl get them himself? Maybe. But he would much rather a professional do it.

Anguish was giddy at the start of their courting and would write poems at their anniversaries (one week, one month, 2 months, ect) doc would always try to read them but eventually would have to have bl read them due to the handwriting. At times bl couldn't even read what he scribbled down only hours earlier. These weren't a few stanzas either, these were LONGASS poems ok. He has alot of free time.

Physical touch is a blessing when you spend alot of you lives being seen as sickly and gross, so they usually will have some sort of contact. That is, if doc isn't in a sour mood and feeling extra prickly.

They sure as hell respect boundaries though. Bl knows the signs of a doc that isn't in the mood to get poked or messed with, and doc in turn sees when anguish isn't in the best mood to be given sass. He is always down to be poked and messed with but God forbid someone roll their eyes at him when he's almost enraged

-bad :(((((( after alagadda

Their worst traits feed of eachother. Bad.

Heh..I'm a fool guys....I like good relationship sm that I forgot to hc bad...oopsies. jk but not ill have them in the future but dawg it 1 30 am I wanna go to bed!!!

If there is errors in this I am very sorry. I am also very sleepy and aore and that is why there is errors. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR ONG??? Hope u enjoyed. Adios :3

[vamp-ish]

hello vro ❤️

idk if u ever plan on WRITING phc rpf but…. i can’t stop thinking abt a*dy/am*r….the fact that they LIVED tgt…(or so i heard)…getting so restless after a full day of shooting… them both going home tgt…..it starts with a handjob, then they can’t help but escalate it further. you know men and their libidos. and soon enough they’re fucking like rabbits…. ughh can’t stop thinking abt am*r calling a*dy “abang” when they fuck ARGHHH when he does it the first time it messes with a*dy’s head in the best way possible. also they only do missionary cus a*dy is Like That..

hi . do you know how crazy i am? why would you plant this idea in my head.

+ do you know the amount of times i’ve accidentally written am*r instead of kahar while writing. rpf runs in my veins. i want to write one So Bad but i’m gauging everyone’s level of insane around here (and clearly we all are crazy so. maybe one day the rpf fic will happen, who knows)

anyway, insanity under this:

no because it was aedy’s idea for amir to live with him. and i’m going to bring this a step further and say it is aedy’s idea for them to help eo get off. and amir doesn’t say no. he never says no 😇 he’s a good boy who listens to his older friends

and like it’s the way they film together 24/7 and they also gym together. all that practice that involve them touching Physically…. and aedy is so fucking Handsy too he does not keep his hands to myself. amir’s overheated? don’t worry guys, aedy’s on it holding the icepack all over his naked body. never even worry about amir’s comfort because Trust (heh, thrust) aedy is On It

like aedy’s so affectionate that he touches amir all the time, and it’s nice most times but Some Other Times it gets amir so worked up. because he’s tired, though sluggish there’s just an itch that he can’t scratch, wanting for Some Type of release. and aedy brings it up and he makes it sound like a good, sane idea. his hands were already on amir anyway, body draped over amir’s like he belongs there. it’s just another step further

them helping eo out with handjobs is sooo real… the way amir would be panting, resting his forehead on aedy’s shoulder the first time they do it, his curly hair tickling aedy’s jaw. he’s biting back his noises but aedy’s close enough to hear every sharp breath taken by him, he’s obsessed. aedy tries to get a good look at his face the next time they do it, he wants to see amir’s reactions, he just finds it so cute……

and i just know aedy talks him through everything. asking him what he likes, if it feels good, if amir likes it harder, and mentally jotting down the things that makes him moan louder… aedy’s such a service dom top it makes me go crazy. the older responsible abang2 type of top that amir really needs ngl aedy is so thorough with him, he fucks him So Good (Even If It Is Just Missionary)

no omg the abang thing messes with my head so much ….. it’s Always On My Mind. i keep thinking about the breathy way amir would say ‘abang’ the first time. the way the word shakes aedy to the core. he is So Into That Shit. then the choked up, moan-y mess of ‘abang’s that follows suit…. amir tries to say ‘abang aedy’ but usually he can’t even reach aedy’s name, it just breaks off midway and aedy is so horny he doesn’t know what to do with himself….

‘they only do missionary cus aedy is Like That’ like. i screamed when i saw this 😭😭😭 he’s such a millennial… family guy…. bro would be into breeding and the thoughts of building a family.. even casual sex isn’t casual with him because his bed talk is Something Else. this isn’t casual anymore because you keep talking about how Wonderful amir felt inside and that you’re Proud of him. are you crazy @/aedy

anyway. yea, i’m totally normal about this

[softringing]

been thinking a lot lately about Sampo's 5* design. A part of me REALLY wants his original hair colour to be fully white BC of his little white strands and his eye lashes to also be like that cuz I think it'd make him look gentler??

His downturned eyes is the reason I love him more than any other man in hsr. He just looks like a cat!! If he smiled more often with his eyes open I think the white hair and lashes would make him look so SOFT.

and I wonder what kind of clothes he'll wear. Desperately hoping it's not the generic male design with long coats I'm sick of that.

I want him to like have 3 starts floating on top of his head with a matching earring like his bp icon (has to do with my theory of him being some device to grant wishes)

For the clothes I'm thinking a ringmaster in like the circus? His normal outift already looks like that anyway but it's a little all over the place.

I think a velvet vest and a black shirt under would be nice. Also a mini bowtie. I want him to have a cloak that's like split in half behind his back and looks like the purple-grey fangs of the snake thingy he has on his normal design.

Of course!! Not forgetting short, black gloves and his little eyeshadow. I really do hope his eyes have slit pupils like acheron's so that he resembles a white snake 🐍

AND HIS MASK.... EUGHHH I have like 3 main ideas;

A grey snake mask that covers half of his face

Broken heart mask on his eyes

The mask in sparkle's showtime LC with a little more detail

Hmm, that's basically it. Really wanna hear and see sampo nation's own designs ABT him cuz I feel so starved all the time and have no one to talk to about this irl so I'm just going insane internally.

Here's a messy sketch of the rat I did in a shaky bus <3

[specialgradefckr]

im so sorry I sent the last ask half written!!! I got sooo excited!! It's so stupid I'm so sorry.

Anyways, onto the ask.

I love how you've written it like the Chinese game of 'go'. The way Suguru loves scheming. So calculated. And satoru being equally desperate and (for the lack of better word) dumb.

The fact that reader managed to not break when i thought she would. I might've. And even better, the fact that Suguru could see he's done something when he said 'satoru is special'. Gawd. I've read that scene over and over again to pick apart each sentence.

Your fics are just so loaded with implications too. Some things even hiding in plain sight. Like I had to go back to BYHTD and realise Suguru has probably liked reader for AS LONG AS she's liked him for, if not more. But man has refused to do anything about it.

And gowmskakskxjxd WHEN SATORU looked at Suguru to say 'this could've been you? She could've been UNDER YOU!?'.

So my question is... would your reader genuinely allow Suguru to do what she did to satoru, if he asked nicely? Or would she want him to first come out and say it?

Would it drive Suguru crazier and more inclined to confess if a) she now pulls away, or b) she actually starts to use satoru to get him jealous?

Also, i desperately need a scene with reader taunting Suguru like he did to her with the pegging scene. I'm feral for it. Again, did Suguru WANT to be in satoru's place, or did he want more to be the one holding the knife with reader under him?

Ajskzkjxnd I'm so sorry for the long ask I'll stop. I'm so sorry, and thank you so so SO SO SO MUCH!! this fic is like... it's like a shot of adrenaline fr. I'm not joking I was abt to fall asleep last night and I just wanted a quick read and I ended up being wide awake re-reading parts of heartline gone flat for 45 mins YOU'RE INSANE IN THE BEST WAYYY

heyyy bestie!!! i've been sitting on this ask for a bit bc i know you're busy but i figure i'll answer it now because i'm trying to wrap up everything from january~ i do always tag non-anon asks with the username of the sender so hopefully that helps if you're looking for it later <3

but also skfjglsdhg PLEASE i love the excitement, it's very contagious!!! this is the kind of thing that gets me excited to work on things! and tumblr isn't exactly the most polished site experience lmao stuff like that happens all the time

anyways! suguru definitely makes things seem calculated, although for everyone else involved this is just... normal human relationships (satoru's idea of a normal human relationship is deeply questionable though kdfjhsgh).

there's some level of similarity between you and suguru in the fic. for both of you, the driving reason for not confessing is the fear of rejection and vulnerability. you both really really do not want to give in, but suguru proactively taunts you about it, so of course you don't just fold the second he waves his dick in your face.

the fact that this crush is actually so old between you actually kind of adds to it. suguru liked you before he ever even knew satoru.

this is something that adds to the messy feelings here - did suguru only date satoru to make YOU jealous? did suguru date him so that you couldn't, when it became obvious that you were attracted to satoru (and unwilling to confess to your long-time crush)?

who knows! not suguru, not you, and definitely not satoru (he does not care skdhjfghsdfg.

as for what you (fic!reader) would allow... it's kinda up for interpretation. you're a little bit off the deep end by the end of part 2, but that doesn't mean you'd be into bloodplay on you (i personally wouldn't be).

more importantly, from your perspective, suguru is the last person who deserves to put his name on you. and suguru's too proud to allow it (or is he..?).

that tension between you and suguru is definitely going to come up in part 3. like the big moment of part 2 is you having this insane moment with satoru, which suguru kinda interrupts and then you go for real insane and nearly kill him, and this is so much more emotion you've been willing to show suguru the whole time.

satoru got to fuck you, he got your name on him, he got you to be so mad at him you'd kill him - basically everything he ever wanted. and suguru got to sit aside and watch.

something's got to give. who knows, maybe suguru's sanity is next? ;)

[weixuldo]

Pancakes and Pastries

Linecook/Roommate! Anakin x GN!Reader

a/n: this is based on this lovely asks from @ddejavvu (link here). Just a preface, I didn't assign a gender becasue I wasn't sure what the ask implied (if u want me to change it I gladly will :) anyways, other notes will be at the end to clear up more abt the story.

You’re a terrible cook and only sell the baked goods at a small cafe downtown. Thankfully, your roommate, Anakin is an experienced linecook and is ready to make anything for you. Too bad he's a natural flirt, otherwise you might just find yourself falling for him.

Warnings: gn!reader, cursing, banter, no use of y/n

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6:30 a.m 

The tiny brass bell above the cafe door dinged continuously as the working crowd came to grab a small bite before heading off to work. 

The cafe was filled with the warm aroma of coffee beans and fresh pastries. The display windows held rows of all types of treats; macrons, muffins, strudels, bagels, cookies, toast, and many more. A plethora of coffee makers and different flavorings to cater to each customer’s specific desires, lined the back counter.

Mornings were always pretty busy, you were in the heart of the city after all.

You had gotten up ungodly early to prepare for the day, so once you got everything ready and opened the shop you were pretty tired. But regardless of the exhaustion creeping in, you still had a full shift ahead of you so you needed to put on your best customer service face and seize the day. 

Latte, snickerdoodle cookie, iced chai tea with two pumps of vanilla, farmhouse roast with cold foam, 5 assorted macaroons, a slice of key lime pie, a frosted eclair, strawberry crepes. The orders came in waves and you prepared them all. 

You weren’t even scheduled today, but your boss called you at the last minute because the new guy got fired for stealing inventory (really what was he stealing? There was nothing but ingredients in the back), so you hauled ass down here.

Sadly today the staff joining you today were rookies, so you had to take orders and keep an eye on them too. 

It was bad enough that the bakers in the back were being lazy today, but to deal with new workers who didn’t know the system was even more frustrating. 

It was going to be a a long day.

3:50 p.m.

The cafe closed early on Sundays, so you flipped the “we’re open” sign over and got ready to close everything down when you heard a knock on the door.

Whoever that was would just have to stay disappointed because you were too tired to deal with another needy customer right now.

They knocked again and you had to collect a calming breath to make sure you wouldn’t go off on them when you turned around. Much to your surprise behind the glass door was your roommate….your handsome roommate.

Anakin Skywalker was an interesting guy. Deviously handsome looks, insane confidence, witty humor, and radiating charisma.

A few months ago you were apartment hunting but the rates in the city were way too high for you to pay alone, so you put out an ad for a roommate. A lot of the requests you got were from older people and you didn’t exactly feel the most comfortable as a young adult, just starting out, living with someone two or even three times your age. 

After a few days you stumbled upon Anakin’s application. Maybe his picture captured your attention… maybe you stalked his instagram to see if he was a serial killer (and to look at more of his pics).... Either way, the two of you obviously ended up living together. 

When he first moved in you were worried he would be bringing chicks back every night based on his stunning looks and flirtatious personality, but thankfully you were mistaken.

He was just a normal guy; go to work, come home, shower, eat, sleep, repeat. You didn’t mind that at all, because your routine was basically identical. 

A small blush rose to your cheeks as you headed for the door. His hair was held back by a folded black bandana and he had his own apron in hand. 

“The door was open, ya know” you said, motioning him into the establishment. 

“Oh, the sign was flipped, so I assumed…” he said, motioning to the door. 

“Mhmm”

“We are almost closed, but i’ll allow you one purchase, just cause i'm so nice” you teased. 

He walked up to the counter and surveyed the sweets, “oh, are you now? If you’re such a kind person, how about giving me a coffee cake on the house, sweetheart?”.

“Woah, woah, woah… you’re asking a bit too much there pretty boy” 

He leaned over the counter slightly with a smirk, “aww, you think i’m pretty”.

In response you playfully rolled your eyes, “yuck! It’s just an expression, Skywalker, don’t get an ego about it” .

He grabbed her beaten up wallet out of his back pocket and laughed, “You already know i’ve got an ego”. 

“That I do” you quipped back as you grabbed a coffee cake slice

“You love it though” he smiled as he handed you a ten.

Your eyes lingered on his forearm as he offered you the cash, he was a fit guy and the veins on his arms bulged just right; plus he was a line cook, so you knew that he had good dexterity in those pretty fingers too. 

“Whatever you say” 

You weren’t going to tell him, but you added your 50% off employee discount (since you were on the clock) just ‘cause. 

The cash drawer popped open with a ding and you went to hand him back his change.

“You heading back to the apartment?” he asked as he gathered his cake. 

“Yea, I’m gonna take a nap, I’m tired as shit. I’m guessing you’re about to go into work?” 

He drew his lips into a thin line, “yep, I’m livin’ the dream. Are you gonna get lunch?”

“Probably” 

“You should, food is important…Have a good afternoon though”. 

You returned the gesture and went back to wiping down the coffee bar when you heard a few clinks and the door closed shortly after.

Your brows furrowed at the speed at which he left, but to be fair his shift was literally starting in two minutes. You walked up to the register to lock it when you saw he had tossed the rest of his ten in the tip jar; a small smile spread across your tired face.

11:02 p.m.

Your sleep schedule was so fucked up from all of these awkward shifts so you were just waking up from your nap (if you can even call it that).

Before you could register what to do next, your stomach let out a hungry growl and you groaned. You forgot to eat lunch and missed dinner so you were starving; sadly, it was grocery shopping weekend for you and you were out of instant meals.

A sandwich then. 

You put on a small tank top and some gray shorts and headed to the kitchen. You hated cooking and you weren’t good at it either, so usually you had a salad kit, turkey dinner meal, or a premade acai bowl in the fridge. But since you were out of your usual options, you had to stick with a good ol’ PB&J.

You heard the click of keys in the door and you knew Anakin was back from his shift. Some of you wanted to dash back to your room and just wait until he went to shower to make it; you were lowkey intimidated by him. Before you could leave he noticed you and greeted you. 

“Oh, Hey Anakin, how was work?”

“It was fine, the Sunday night rush is insane though, I’m so glad I go in later tomorrow” he groaned, sitting down at one of the barstools in front of the counter. 

“You makin’ a little snack?” he asked, leaning over to see the ingredients in front of you. 

“It’s more like dinner and lunch-”

His eyes widened, “lunch?! I thought you were getting something on the way back?”. 

You shrugged, “I guess I forgot”.

“So you’re going to use a PB&J to supplement two missed meals?” he asked, bewildered. 

“Uh huh” you nodded. 

“No, no, no…” he muttered as he hopped off the stool and came around the counter beside you. 

He took the knife from your hand and began to put the spreads away. 

“Hey!” you exclaimed with a frown.

“Listen, If you’re going to break a two meal fast, I’ll be damned if I let you break it with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” he huffed out a laugh. 

“Alright wise guy, what do you suggest instead? We both know I’m a horrible cook”.

He bent down and grabbed a pan from the cabinet and some ground beef.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously. 

“I’m making you some food. Go ahead and sit down, I’ve got this” he said softly as he started up the stove.

“No, it’s really alright Anakin, you just got off of work. You really don’t have-”

“I want to,” he responded.

You stopped talking and took a seat as he maneuvered around the kitchen like he had been here his whole life. 

He chopped the beef and while it cooked he mixed spices to season the meat with. You watched him intensely; when he cooked his brows furrowed in concentration and the right one arched ever so slightly.

He lightly bit his bottom lip when he shook the pan to flip the tiny pieces of beef, and the tendons in his pretty hands flexed with every movement. 

You really shouldn't be thinking about your roommate this way, but sometimes it was almost impossible not to. Inside, you cursed yourself for even thinking you had a shot with him; he was just a generally flirty guy and acted the same way he did with you when you brought friends over (though he was honestly just being nice). Plus there was no way that you would be his first choice out of all of the people who wanted him. 

Anakin stood over the pan and shook out the seasoning he had just made to flavor the meat. Sure, he was tired from a seven hour shift, but this was for you; when it came to you, he would do almost anything. 

He wasn’t exactly sure when his little “crush” started, he just knew that it was definitely there. Maybe it was when he realized you worked in the cafe beside his restaurant, so he would pop in as often as he could to grab little sweets; ones he could easily make himself, but he chose to buy them just as an excuse to see you (much to the detriment of his wallet). 

Or maybe it was when he realized you discounted all of his purchases.

Or was it those late nights where the two of you would put on movies and share funny commentary whilst sharing a bowl of popcorn. 

Or was it simply because of the way you maneuvered through life? Your sunny disposition, wonderful personality, and genuine kindness… plus you were drop dead gorgeous.

Whatever it was, he was locked in… of course he still kinda flirted around, but he was a natural flirt. At this point he couldn’t imagine wanting someone as much as he wanted you, he was entrapped by the possibility of having you in the future. 

But of course, being the oblivious guy he is, he had no idea his feelings were reciprocated at all. So he chose not to act on his feelings out of fear of losing his spot in the apartment (if it went bad, you could kick him out and look for a different roommate to replace him). 

“It’s done,” he said, turning the oven off and putting the pan on a cool burner. 

“What is it?” you asked, walking around to his side. 

“It’s meat for a taco,” he said, grabbing some cheese, guac, and lettuce. 

“Oh, wow! That’s awesome, you made that so quick!” you exclaimed, looking at the pan. 

“Here, let me grab a spoon to get the meat out” he said passing behind you.

Your eyes widened when you felt his strong hands on your waist as he moved past; did you feel that right? Did his hand linger? And why were you feeling hot?

“Here” he handed you the spoon.

“Thanks Anakin, this is really sweet” you said, getting your taco ready. 

“No problem roomie” he said in a sing-songy voice.

“And with this you’ll have left overs so you can have lunch tomorrow. Don't forget again” he fake scolded. 

“Alright dad” you quipped back. 

He laughed and shook his head as he headed back to his room to take a shower. You observed his broad back as his shirt defined his shoulder blades and muscles while he walked. 

Fuck. You were getting way too attracted to him. 

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You woke up to a sweet aroma of pancake batter and fresh fruit. It wasn’t often that you and Anakin ever got up around the same time but apparently today was your lucky day. 

He truly loved the culinary arts because he never faltered with his ambition to prepare a quality meal. He cooked breakfast a lot, but most times you were already at work and just saw the dishes in the sink or only got to have a quick bite. Though, every so often, on a rare day like this, both of you were able to share a delicious breakfast together (he always made sure to make breakfast for you when he knew you were off). 

You walked out of your room with a yawn and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Once you took a seat he handed you a freshly made plate and tossed some strawberries on top. 

“Look who finally decided to get up” he joked with a smirk. 

You yawned once more, “Listen master chef, if my boss didn’t call me in for every little inconvenience- maybe my sleep schedule might not be as fucked”. 

“Fair, fair” he nodded. 

“Thanks for breakfast, it looks yummy” 

“Of course” he smiled back

You looked at the plate with hungry eyes, it looked amazing, the only other thing you would add was-

“You want some of this, don't you?” Anakin smiled, flaunting a new bottle of whipped cream in front of you. 

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes.

“I know how you take your pancakes,” he laughed, “you’re very predictable”.

“Am I?” you said before trying to quickly grab the can from his hand. 

He laughed again and raised his arm higher, “that’s not gonna work and you know it.”.

“What can I do to get some whipped cream around here?” you cried comically. 

“Well this stuff isn't cheap and we’re going through the largest national whipped cream shortage in history” he said, trying to sound serious. 

“Oh, wow that’s tough” you returned with an unamused tone. 

“Isn’t it though?” he added. 

“I guess if you want some, you’ll just have to pay me” he looked away. 

“With what Mr.whipped cream enthusiast? We both make shit money” you exxagerated. 

“I may consider non monetary payment… possibly a kiss on the cheek?” he said.

“You want me to kiss you on the cheek?” you asked.

It probably came out more rude than you intended, it was only becasue you were flustered and your tones always got jumbled when you were nervous. 

“Well you know what they say, “kiss the chef”. But if you don’t want any whipped cream…” he stated; he was a little nervous that he put himself too out there (he was never the best at subtlety). 

“No, no! I want my whipped cream, so I will comply” you said proudly. 

“Alright” he smirked. 

…

… …

“Are you going to come collect your compensation or just stand there with the bottle in your hand?” you asked playfully. 

“Oh, right. How dare I make a customer wait” he smiled, walking towards you.

“You’re so full of shit, Skywalker '' you teased as he bent down so you could kiss his cheek. 

He felt butterflies when your soft, pillowy lips landed on his flushed cheek. How he had imagined that feeling. 

“Alright, here you are mam” he shot out a dollop.

“That’s it?!” you exclaimed, unsatisfied. 

“Each shot is one kiss” he shrugged, “national shortage…remember?”.

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes and continued to kiss his cheek until you were satisfied with the amount on your plate. 

“Alright, alright. Thank you for the great customer service, I'll be sure to leave a good review on yelp” you joked as you pushed him away so you could eat in peace. 

“Much appreciated, thank you mam” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever” you responded, with a light blush tinting your cheeks. 

5:30 p.m.

Anakin groaned from his room before entering the living area with his scrunched up apron in hand. HE stopped in his doorway to stretch. 

“Man, I really don’t feel like going in today”.

You hummed in acknowledgement, “It shouldn’t be too busy, since its only a monday ''.

“Yeah, I hope so” he said, putting his work shoes on that he kept by the door. 

You glanced over your shoulder to look at his muscles rippling as he tied the laces; it was mesmerizing. 

He stood and you whipped your head around quicker than you thought was possible. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later. It’s my week for trash right?” he asked, grabbing his keys.

“Mhm”

“Ok, I’ll take it out when I get back tonight. Don’t worry, I won’t forget” he smiled before waving a small goodbye and shutting the door. 

Something about him was just so homely, he was so sweet and thoughtful; you felt that living with him was just natural at this point. 

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The restaurant was actually pretty busy when he first arrived, he saw a few party tables as he walked in. Great…

After clocking in, he got straight to work; manning the char grill, making sure all the orders were getting out in a timely manner, and goofing around with the other cooks. 

In passing one of the cooks asked how his crush was doing. 

“What do you mean?” Anakin innocently asked with a stupid smile on his face. 

“Oh, just the one you live with. Ya know, no biggie” he laughed. 

“Doing well, I made us breakfast this morning,” Anakin proudly stated.

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All of the staff knew about Anakin’s not so little thing for you. He had been working at this restaurant for a while and was pretty acquainted with everyone. The cooks all knew abt you because everyone liked to talk in the kitchen, plus some of the other guys were curious about Anakin’s love life, seeing that he was so desirable (all of the waitstaff thought he was fine as hell). 

He showed them your instagram when the two of you first started living together and everyone in the kitchen cheered him on. 

The waitstaff on the other hand were not so thrilled that the handsome and mysterious line cook already had his sights set on someone else… someone who wasn’t them. Of course they were jealous, but when they got your insta from Anakin, they couldn’t even find anything bad to say about you;l you were stunning. 

Doesn’t mean they liked you though…

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A new order buzzed onto the screen above that had all sorts of modifications; Anakin was about to groan, until he recognized something familiar…

Usually no one asked for a salad without tomatoes and cheese but instead with rice, cucumbers, raspberries, strawberries, and chicken- or cinnamon on their mashed potatoes; there was only one person he knew who ever ordered such a peculiar combination.

You.

The waitress who rang in the order walked by and Anakin caught her attention. 

“Hey, the person who ordered thi-”

“Yeah, I know. They’re such a pain. Like, at this point, just make it at home if you want so many modifications” she rambled

He then described your appearance to her and asked if the customer fit the description.

“Yea, sounds like ‘em” she said before carrying on with her work. 

He smiled, you came into his place on your day off. Suddenly he felt a warm sensation in his chest. 

The waitress came barreling back in and shouted Anakin’s name, “they apparently forgot to say they didn’t want-”

“Butter on the mash” he finished, already knowing what was coming next. 

“Yea, how’d you know?” she asked, confused. 

“That’s my roommate, I make this for us all the time back at home”.

She gave him a look before walking away to whisper something into another server’s ear. He knew they were then going to go out and judge you because they were jealous. Typical. 

He continued to make your plate with care and since it wasn’t busy, even spent time drawing a little hearts with the cinnamon and salad dressing (not very subtle Anakin). 

The other cooks notice and start making fun of him and he playfully starts winding up a rag to snap at them. 

Once your food has been run he slipped out of the kitchen for a “bathroom” break; obviously everyone knows where he’s going.

He walks out into the front house and is immediately relieved by the cooler AC in there, next he scanned the tables and booths until he spotted your familiar face.

Soon enough he offers himself a seat in the booth opposite of you. 

”Anakin!” you exclaim, “You scared me”.

“My apologies Sunshine, Just thought I’d come out and see my favorite customer” he said before winking. 

“How’d you even know I was- “ you began before you looked down at your plate and realized. 

“Yea, not many people are out here ordering such a peculiar combo” he teased. 

“I should have known it was you who made the plate, well with the hearts and all. That must take a lot of time, they were really precise” you said, taking a sip of your water. 

He laughed before answering, “I reserve those for very special guests'' (he only did those when you came in). 

“Well, I wonder if you do this to persuade certain “people” to cut back on your rent for the month” you arched a playful brow. 

He clenched his chest and looked offended, “Of course not! I would never do such a thing”.

You laughed at his stupidity. 

He loved making you laugh, it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. 

You saw a few other cooks poking their heads around the wall that divided the kitchen from the seating in curiosity. 

“I think your co-workers want you to hurry up” you smiled, pointing towards the entrance to the kitchen. 

He let out a sigh, “I guess so”. 

As he stood you thanked him for stopping by; “My compliments to the chef” you teased. 

“I am always at your service” he dramatically bowed before jogging to the back. 

When he left you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your heart was racing… you were in too deep (but so was he). 

Anakin spent the rest of the night happily making orders; he no longer cared he was at work, because you had just made his day. 

Everyone in the kitchen began to tease him because he had a certain glow to him and they all knew why. 

“When are you finally gonna go on a date?” someone asked him. 

“Yea, you seem pretty damn sure about this one” another butted in. 

He smiled to himself, “Soon guys. soon…”

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a/n: The reader likes some weird ass combos lmfaooo. Basically these two are both missing the point that the other likes them. Now to clear up some things, I know cafe's are usually open all day but I needed it to close early for the plot. Also, I worked at a steakhouse and modeled Anakin's work as such just cause its what i'm most familiar with (Ironically I don't eat meat lol).