#god i wish i took a screenshot

[maraschinotopped]

brothership stamp collection... 2!!!! featuring mainly character stamps! ignore the top right one.

part 1

[devilsrecreation]

Are we gonna have a problem?

You got a bone to pick?

We’re gonna rule this land and we’re gonna do it quick!

We honestly could just eat you

Like some filthy little grub

But we’re being nice, here’s some advice

Come on, lion cub!

[theblueststatic]

.

[sisterlyintimacy]

Just had a dream about seeing some kind of livestream that they forgot to turn off and I saw them holding hands and take pictures of each other

[starrclown]

If my men don't dress like Prismo then he obviously ain't the one.

redrew some ep4 scenes for funsies 🟨🌟

above be the screenshots referenced…

and some sketches!

above be a scene from Come Out Of Your Shell that i rlly like, made me cackle out loud /gen

[dorenarox]

Schizophrenics in movies : This man is a terrible horrible murderer whose fifty personalities delight in torturing his victims, but also we should pity him because he is mentally unwell

Me to my one friend, who is actually diagnosed, that one time when I noticed his schizophrenia was acting up : Dude, take your medication and stop talking to the TV. You shouldn't trust anything the TV says anyways, this is like...kindergarten levels of knowledge!

That friend : Okay, you are right...

[existentialcrisis-24-7]

HUH???

[babyangelsky]

STRAP THE FUCK IN BABES YOUR RESIDENT EXPRESSION DEMON IS HERE TO TALK ABOUT BOSS' FACE

I took over 20 screenshots this episode just of his face because Boss' acting has LEVELED! UP! and the further we got into the episode the more delighted and excited and deranged I became!

We started here. The difference between how this Cir looks at Phu and how our Cir looks at him is night and fucking day. Cold and warm. Indifference and love.

Our Cir isn't even looking at the real Phu in this scene, he's just looking at flashes of him, but his face is filled with so much warmth and concern that it actually hurts.

During the scenes in the hospital, it struck me just how well Boss was doing at portraying Cir's "memory loss" but there's something else there. He's not just confused and annoyed, it's like he's completely detached from everything that's happening.

And we see it over and over.

When he's interacting with Lukpear.

When he's talking to Rome.

When Tee is scolding him for being a dick to Phu.

Even when he's asking Phu if he's okay and talking to him about the relationship they have.

He's been a dick, yes, but not with any genuine hostility (except for the interaction he had with his mother and Lukpear). He shows curiosity, confusion, some interest here and there, but otherwise? Completely detatched.

Almost like everything he's experiencing is happening to someone else.

Because it is! All of this is happening to someone else BECAUSE THIS IS NOT OUR CIRRUS AND HIS FACE WAS TELLING US THE ENTIRE TIME!

Our Cirrus is fighting for his life in a padded room while Dark!Cirrus looks on with all of the answers!

This man here is another person entirely! And god I really wish I could show the way Boss' eyes start to glaze over while Cir is getting this incredibly vulnerable confession from Phukan.

THOSE ARE TWO! DIFFERENT! EXPRESSIONS! I'm not insane I promise, really look at his face.

His eyes are dead! He feels absolutely nothing about what's happening because IT IS NOT HAPPENING TO HIM! THIS IS A DREAM!

AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S CRAZY?

You can see him coming back online in real time.

Go back and watch that scene, it's like the confession and the farewell fucking rebooted him. It's incredible.

SLOWLY AND THEN ALL AT ONCE, BAM OUR CIRRUS IS BACK!

And it's such a testament to Boss' skill as an actor that he's in fucking profile and you can STILL see how completely his face changed when Ponytail!Cirrus woke up!

BOSS CHAIKAMON I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU DO WITH YOUR FACE!

[coolgrl111]

JEALOUS!ART X READER.

PART 4.

a/n: hiiiii i’m sorry i’m literally evil.. it’s been a year daddy!!!! i’ve been wanting to write more in my fics, so we have another mix of smaus and writing!!! pls enjoy 💋💋

part 1

part 2

part 3

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she opened the app with fingers trembling like moth wings. drew’s page. a carousel of screenshots. texts ripped out of context. photos from months ago with captions twisted into knives.

“cheating whore.”

“hope art was worth it.”

“funny how you act innocent when you’re on your knees for your best friend.”

her face burned. the room tilted. the silence screamed.

her first instinct wasn’t even heartbreak—it was shame. not because of what she’d done (nothing, nothing, nothing) but because of what people would now believe.

art stirred. turned. blinked at her with sleep-slowed eyes, the worry rising as he took in her expression.

“what is it?”

she couldn’t speak, just handed him the phone.

he read it once. then again. jaw tight, mouth a straight line that trembled only slightly.

“he doesn’t get to do this to you,” he said, voice low. “he doesn’t get to twist things.”

her throat burned. “but people will believe him.”

art sat up, ran a hand through his hair. looked at her like she was something fragile, yes—but not broken.

“then let them believe what they want,” he said. “i know the truth. you do too.”

her fingers went slack.

the phone slid from her hands and hit the carpet with a soft, traitorous thud.

she folded forward, slow then all at once, like paper creasing under rain—arms around her stomach, head pressed to her knees, trying to hold herself in. but the sob tore through her chest without warning, and then another, and then another.

it was ugly.

guttural.

art was beside her in less than a breath.

“hey—hey,” he said, panicked, the word breaking. “no, please—what—what can i do?”

his voice cracked on please.

she couldn’t look at him. couldn’t speak. the pain swelled inside her like a tide, rising fast, drowning her in shame and hurt and the fear that this—this version of herself, shattered and humiliated—would push him away forever. but art stayed.

he knelt on the bed beside her, his hair messy, his eyes puffy from sleep—a hand hovering before it landed on her back, trembling.

his palm moved in slow circles, but he was shaking too hard to make it steady.

“you don’t deserve this,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “you know you didn’t do anything wrong. you’re no cheat. we didn’t...” his words quietened. it was true. they hadn’t done anything intimate. was it bad if she wished they did?

she shook her head, hands covering her face, tears pouring through the cracks in her fingers.

“they’re gonna think it’s true,” she choked. “they’ll think i lied, that i—that we—”

“fuck them,” he said, too loud, too raw. then softer, “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

his other hand brushed her hair back. his eyes were red now, too.

“i hate seeing you like this,” he said, close to crying himself. “it’s like—god, it’s like someone’s reaching into my chest and ripping everything out. i just want to fix it. i’d do anything to fix it. i never fucking liked drew, you know that? never thought he was good enough.”

and then she remembered.

his text.

“i’m in love with you, y/n.”

last night, amidst her panic about the stanford gossip page posting about her and drew—he’d sent it. she hadn’t replied. couldn’t.

it was only six words.

just thinking about it again knocked the air out of her, just like drew’s horrible messages did—only this was a different panic. because maybe she reciprocated it.

she looked up at him, finally. saw the way his eyes searched hers, desperate. his bottom lip was trembling.

“why did you tell me you loved me last night?” she whispered.

he blinked, startled. “because i couldn’t hold it in anymore. because you were so sad. and you’re so beautiful… and i couldn’t stand the thought of you going home to someone who didn’t see you the way i do.”

her breath caught in her throat.

“and now this happens,” he went on, voice breaking again. “and it’s like—i confessed something real and instead of kissing you forever, making you mine— i’m watching you fall apart because of someone who didn’t deserve one second of your love.”

her eyes filled again. not from shame this time. not from fear.

“i hate drew, y/n. i absolutely despise that fucking prick.”

his words were firm, but from the way he looked at her, so soft, it was like she was all he’d ever waited for.

“i’m sorry i didn’t say anything,” she whispered. “i was scared.”

“i’m scared too,” he said. “but i’m not going anywhere.”

his thumbs were still on her cheeks, catching the tears as they fell, brushing her skin like he was memorising the shape of sorrow. and she was crying again—not from fear this time, but from the unbearable kindness in his voice, the way he held her like she was something sacred.

her hands moved slowly, unsure, reaching to hold his wrists. she looked at him—really looked—and saw him trembling just like she was. his eyes glossy, mouth parted like he was afraid of what might happen next.

and then, almost without thinking, she whispered, “then don’t go.”

and leaned in.

their foreheads touched first, like a prayer. a pause. a promise.

and then, finally their lips found each other.

it wasn’t perfect. it was messy and wet and trembling. he kissed her like he had waited forever but wasn’t sure he was allowed. she kissed him like she might break from it, and maybe she was.

they were both still crying. she could taste salt on his mouth, couldn’t tell whose it was. didn’t care.

his hands slid to cradle her jaw, holding her steady. her fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt like she needed to anchor herself to something that wouldn’t hurt her. the kiss deepened slowly, like a secret unfolding between them, years in the making. it wasn’t lust. it wasn’t a firestorm. it was gentler, more devastating—it was real.

when they finally pulled apart, neither of them moved far. foreheads resting together. breathing the same air. they both sniffled from the tears.

art let out a soft, broken laugh. “i’ve wanted to do that since we were sixteen.”

she smiled shyly. “me too.”

taglist: @blastzachilles @mrszweig @grimsonandclover @areyoutheregoditsmecelia @hrrysglitter

[alexa-yukiyu]

Night Wishes ( Whitebeard x child!Reader)

A/N Wah the request got deleted @holoimtrans17 🥲 Thank God I had a screenshot saved for my records :P Once again thank you for your patience and I hope this makes you rot inside from cuteness!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc characters readers!

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“Papa?” Dokucha questioned, looking at the man as he took another swing from the bottle in his hand

“When is the Moby going to swim again?” they whined as they kicked their feet.

“Gah! Stop complaining about it, squirt! We just need another day, and we should be ready to set sail again,” he huffed out.

“Are we going to see Mister Roger again when we do!” They cheered as they stood up on their hammock in excitement

“Shut up! We’re not seeing that man again!” he snarled.

“Huh? Because he took Uncle Oden?” They questioned with a frown

“You’re a cheeky brat, aren’t you? Lay down! It’s late!”

“Hai, hai!” they called as they threw themselves on the hammock once again.

“...”

“Papa?” they tried as they peeked out of the hammock,

“What?” he muttered, glancing at them

“I can’t sleep...”

“Come here,” He sighed, extending his arms towards them, his bottle now forgotten next to him

Not having to be told twice, Dokucha was quick to leave the cold hammock and into the warm hands of the Blond.

“You’re so warm, Papa!” they grinned as they nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he cradled them.

They yawned, reaching their small hands towards his hair, beginning to Comb through the golden locks.

“You have pretty hair, Papa,” they mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm”

“Hey, Papa?”

“What?”

“Can we get a puppy?”

“A dog? What the hell do you want a dog for squirt?”

“It would be cute! We can train it to help on the boat! I get bored when we’re on the water; Papa and brothers are sometimes busy, so I want a friend who will always play with me!” they rambled sleepily.

“Tch, just call me when you’re bored, and I will play with you; the others will do the same.”

“Umm, but What if Big Brothers and Papa are asleep?!”

“That means you should also be sleeping!”

“Awe!”

Whitebeard rolls his eyes at the child’s antics as he begins to rub their back to lull them to sleep

“What kind of dog?” He grumbled

“A white one! I want a pretty White dog, and he will look like you, Papa! He will have your funny Moustache!”

“Watch it.” He warned, letting out a scoff as the child only let out a few giggles in response.”

“We can name It Edward!”

“We are not naming a mutt after me,” Whitebeard stated with finality.

“Bohoo, what about Eddie?”

“Absolutely not”

“You’re boring, Papa!” they whined.

“In that is the case im more than happy to let you sleep in the hammock then.”

“Noooo!” They cried as they hugged his neck tighter

“That’s what I thought,” he replied smugly.

“What about Stefan?” they ask with another yawn escaping them, eyes struggling to stay open as they spoke.

“... That’s acceptable. Where did you get the name from?”

He raised an eyebrow as his question went unanswered, taking a glance at the child he let out huff as he noticed that they had finally caved into sleep. Slowly they lifted them off their shoulder and placed them back on the hammock, making sure they were appropietly covered and protected from the frilly breeze of the night.

“Stefan, huh? I guess having a pet around the Moby is not a bad idea,” he mused.

Did it help your daddy issues?

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

@hannahbarberra162

[doodledrawsthings]

you. Oh my god, you. (Positive)

listen. Before I had internet access, all I had was 1 hour of allotted browser time, bing image search, and a single dantdm play through of a hat in time that never got finished. I googled fanart and got pretty much nothing, I googled fancomics and got pretty much nothing, but you know what I did end up finding?

your art.

from ages 11-14, my goal in life, in art, was your art. I can’t tell you how much I loved finding random screenshots of your posts, because I was always just so impressed by how clean and consistent your sketches are, how the characters always stay on model, the shape language, how you could somehow sketch a character in like 20 lines when it took me 50 to draw sans in my little spiral notebook— like! Holy shit! For years I have looked up to your art! There’s still a photos folder on my dads old huge-ass 12 inch work iPad labeled “holy crap” and filled with your art. Because it inspired me so much. It’s become an undeniable part of my artstyle, now — I still have fanart I drew way back in the day of Hattie and the rest, I didn’t even know anyone’s names because I couldn’t play the game, but you’re the reason I eventually did play the game. Your coffee shop au and different versions of the prince— one of those ieterations inspired the main character of my novel! Well, novel that I tried to write, I was 13 so it was eh, but I tried!!

I’m submitting this on-anon because I don’t want to out my age on the wide internet (I like my privacy) but. Your art has really meant a lot to me. It’s the reason I played hollow knight, and it’s the reason I kept trying to develop an art style I was happy with. You’re the reason I started scribbling comics in my notebooks. Being 13-14 was pretty much the worst two years of my life, but I had Bing image search and the occasional glimpse of your signature, and I’d be so happy every time I found a new (if crusty) three-times screenshotted jpg. You literally introduced me to the concept of polyamory and nonbinary-ness with the coffee shop au. I had no other access to that in my household, and. Yeah. It meant a lot to me.

Anyway. I’m so glad I’ve finally tracked you down (in the most non-ominous way possible) and I’m so glad you’re still active— Please never stop making art. Your art is incredible, and amazing, and also you never know who’s out there on Bing image search. Thank you for creating for as long as you have. You’re pretty much the reason I’m shooting for an art degree (Wish me luck!) so just…Thank you.

(Also I had no idea you were a professional storyboarder, which is insane because that’s what I want to be when I’m through college. Hey, maybe I’ll end up storyboarding a remake of something you’ve storyboarded! hehehe)

Hi anon!

So right off the bat, I gotta tell you that this message made me start bawling when I woke up and saw it. Like I had a full-on cry session while reading your message and lying in bed for almost an hour. I am crying as I am typing this response, on my phone, still in bed. It’s 11am and i woke up at 9. So I hope it turns out coherent.

The last two years have been. weird. I say that a lot because I wanna say “rough” but that still doesn’t feel quite right. I’m almost hyper-aware that there are so many people that have it worse than me rn, so it feels hard to even acknowledge when I’m going through anything, myself, sometimes- REGARDLESS, it’s been kind of an all-time low for my mental health. There was a point within in the last year where I just HATED drawing. I struggled to bring myself to work, I struggled to bring myself to even draw for fun. It felt like I was posting just to post, trying to keep people aware of my existence and it almost felt physically painful to force myself to sit down and do it, sometimes.

I’m getting better now, I think, but. Yknow.

It’s so easy to get caught up in the “oh I can make money off this,” “oh I can get attention off this,” “oh I can prove myself a functional person in society with this,” of it all. I forget why I actually do this, sometimes, or if I even enjoy it. And then I get messages like yours, about the kid with limited internet access looking for A Hat in Time fan art on Bing image search, and I get taken back to when I was a kid scrolling Google images and deviantart for the same thing.

I don’t mean to like. Foster some kind of parasocial thing with you or any one of my followers. There’s a reason I’m saying all this, I hope it ties up in the end.

We don’t know each other. I’m not some mysterious legendary artist, or whatever. I’m a person who gets burnt out, and jealous, and insecure. I need inspiration to function, just like you, and when I don’t have it, I get art block. But I also really like to draw fictional characters kissing and hanging out. I like coming up with comics and stories and playing out dramatic and funny scenarios in my head like I’m mashing Barbies together. And when other people tell me they enjoy the stuff I put out when I do this, it makes me really, really, really happy.

I think I needed to read your message, probably. With the state of… Everything… Right now, especially recently, I feel like a lot of artists are also struggling with a sense of purpose, pride, and reason as the world makes it harder and harder to even BE an artist, these days. And when I read this message it was like Anton Ego at the end of Ratatouille, I got taken back to when I was a kid looking at my favorite artists and studying their style and striving to be better and better at it over years of my life. Not just because I wanted a job for it or cuz I wanted to be a famous Disney animator or whatever, but because it was fun and I just liked doing it.

Thank you, SO much. I say this in the most genuine and earnest way I possibly can possibly express. I wish you luck on your own path in art and art school. And if you decide that animation industry is your thing, then I wish you the best in that endeavor, as well. I think I will keep making art for a long time.

Peace and love on the planet earth ✌️✌️✌️

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 1 part 4

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well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions

do you think it took Rio a long time to choose her revenge dress? did she agonize over every detail? I picture her process like, okay I need an outfit that says fuck you (threatening) but also fuck you (horny) and fuck me (very horny) and then circle all the way back to FUCK YOU THOUGH (VERY threatening)

as to why Rio goes from super soft to *that* - I see it as the equivalent of the TV trope where someone almost dies and their loved one is very concerned, but as soon as there's no danger they slap them around the head and call them a fucking idiot. this is Rio's WELCOME HOME, CHEATER moment (Agatha has been kiiiind of been cheating death, lbr)

this is the best way rio could choose to approach agatha too, and not only because it lets her express all that pent up anger. what would be the alternative? sit Agatha down and have a honest chat? Rio knows her too well, she knows it would be simply too much. Agatha *is* more comfortable with big bombastic scenes, with violence that is a lot like foreplay. Rio is looking out for her right now, she is making it as easier for Agatha as she can, while also not letting her get away with her bullshit any longer.

one little sentence, so many ways to read it

only physically. she's not letting you in. not anymore. you'll have to save her from herself kicking and screaming. dear god she's actually honestly crying. this is a WHOLE fucking deal. and it's also the first time she sees Rio while knowing WHO rio is. she's feeling all the feelings

girls. GIRLS. how am I supposed to take decent screenshots if you keep flinging each other at walls. keep STILL! (look at the furniture btw, isn't it a bit curved? I think they're still using a fisheye lens. reality is still shifting. almost as if we're in the presence of an otherworldly being)

oh the metaphor of it. sometimes you just have to reach out and connect, even if you get hurt in the process.

BECAUSE SHE'S BEEN SHIELDING FOR SO LONG TO HIDE FROM PAIN. OH MY GOD. did a 2000s emo kid write this

every other MCU fight wishes it were this perfect storm of hot and emotionally devastating

Rio cannot physically kill Agatha, it's not allowed, she's only the collector. So what is she trying to do, exactly? Has Agatha really been cheating death for so long that Rio has no choice but to bring her in? Or is she not here to collect at all and this is just her way to get back at her ex (and possibly win her back)? I adore both options, they're tragic in different ways.

time to bullshit! time to bolt! time to get to that escape route! this is what Agatha does best. anything but face the truth

funny how agatha usually has no problem looking undignified. it's almost like this is not the point at all. so let's review: wanda has stripped agatha of the powers that have been keeping her hidden from rio. rio comes over to confront her - and not kill her, she wouldn't be allowed anyway. she does it in a way that agatha would find less scary than having a mature convo. still, agatha has to face things she's been escaping for so long and it's simply too horrifying, too overwhelming. the fact that she's joking around so much (while her future conversations with rio will be sad, soft, dramatic) tells you just how scared and how miserable she is. She's begging rio to stop, because even fighting and flirting, which is their comfort zone, is proving too much. And what does rio do? She listens and goes away. only temporary, she won't let her off the hook now that she has found her. but she's still willing to go at Agatha's pace.

aubrey plaza I would die for your evil little face

can I just say that agatha trying to flirt right now is devastating? she is at the end of her rope. she does NOT want rio to stay, doesn't trust herself around her in so many ways. but she knows how much rio wants her and just... she tries to manipulate her with flirting. it's a desperate gamble, completely undignified, completely in character for agatha. she offers herself to rio, but only physically. when what they had was infinitely more than that, it was beautiful, it was sacred.

and rio... forgives her. she laughs another one of her little soft laughs and lowers the blade. plaza is so good here, the way she says "okay, agatha," is a perfect blend of resentment and tenderness. she knows agatha better than anyone ever had or ever will. she knows why she does everything she does. and she follows her lead. one last time.

agatha's relief. she's trembling, deflated but still on her guard. she looks completely traumatized. the masterpiece that this scene is: you feel smart when you realize that they're flirting rather than fighting. when it finally dawns on you the real weight of their encounter... it's too late.

"by the way there's a bunch of scary witches after you and I totally want them to kill you, that's why I'm telling you exactly who they are and when they're coming"

agatha tries with all her might to believe that rio is heartless. because anger is easier than sadness.

we're leaning, we're leaning, we're leaning!

rio licking agatha's wound to heal it perfectly encapsulates her feelings: anger, horniness, and infinite tenderness. what a power move. rio was the one in control this whole scene, and it wrecked agatha.

"te veo" (I'm gonna go scream in a pillow)

she's gone, honey, she's gone. breathe.

Billy walking on the two of them having sex would have been less awkward than this

she was a BIT preoccupied, kid

and episode 1 is in the bag!

next stop: IT'S LILIA TIME

go to episode 2 part 1

[taelortot]

The Sun and the Moon

Part zero: Introduction (four screenshots and drabble)

Characters are in college!!!!!

blurb Zero One 1.5 Two

Megumi Fushiguro was not known to be the most patient person in the world. Growing irritated with those who took up too much of the allotted time he allowed for. This would apply to basically everything— getting ready for the day, deciding on what to order at restaurants, perusing the grocery store when only going in for one item— and the list goes on and on. His patience was limited, growing thinner and thinner as the days passed. Megumi was also not known to be the sweetest man in the world, no no no. Quite the opposite really. Snapping at those who interrupted him, growing angry with people who got off task, and frustrated when no one could pay attention for more than 5 minutes.

That applied to everyone. Everyone he’s ever interacted with his whole life. Everyone who has looked his way.

Everyone except y/n.

It baffled his friends. Seriously throwing them through a loop that the man who yelled at them for speaking over him, was now allowing this petite girl to interrupt him to say the clouds look pretty.

“They do, baby” he would smile, turning his full attention to his girlfriend, taking in her beauty as she looked towards the sky.

Huffs and sighs coming from his friends, eyerolls and arms crossing as Megumi allowed his girlfriend to point out little shapes she saw in the puffy white clouds.. instead of continuing to discuss the plan for the mission they were going on in a few days. When his attention eventually returns to where it should have been, his hands always find their way to the girl who is sitting as patiently as she can. Holding her hand in his, calloused thumb brushing over the pretty promise ring he purchased a few months ago. Or one hand on the back of her neck, fingertips massaging her skin, running his fingers through her soft vanilla scented hair.

It wasn’t always like this. It took time. It took time to realize she was always going to be 20 minutes late no matter how early she started getting ready because— “I couldn’t decide between this pink skirt or the other one” or “I couldn’t find my wedges so I had to change my whole outfit to match these ones” and Megumis favorite “I lost my cherry lip gloss that you love so much so I had to find it, doesn’t it taste good?”

So he learned to be patient with her. Only because y/n is hands down the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. AND, she always gave him road head when they are running late to make it up to him.

Oh and he’s so fucking in love with her it’s stupid.

So fucking in love with the vanilla scented girl.

Sweet and syrupy. Sticky and warm. Like sugar cookies and waiting for Santa to come down the chimney.

Giving Megumi a taste at the childhood y/n insists he should have had.

At first Megumi couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that y/n was definitely not all there—In a constant state of carefree living. At first, he truly wondered if she was dropped on her head a few times—only because the shit that came from her mouth were absurd most of the time.

“Do you think if I pet raccoon I could train him to dance?”

“I really wish I could see an alien and ask it if they like ice cream— oh my god what if they don’t even have ice cream? Should I buy some just in case they visit me tonight?”

“Do you think your puppies can smell when I’m sad?”

And that list goes on and on and on. Mostly consisting of questions Megumi has now learned how to answer. Even if the answers don’t make sense.

"I'm pretty sure he could learn to dance, sweet girl."

"What flavor do you think they would like, baby?"

"I think they can sense your emotions, pretty girl"

When I say it took time for Megumi to really understand y/n, I mean it took TIME. But, after finding out the girl has severe adhd, it all made sense. Now he can sit back and enjoy that funny things she does.

As well as relishing in the comfort she gives him. It's like no other. How understanding she is, how she cares for him, how she takes care of him in ways he cannot comprehend. No one has ever taken the time to understand him, to REALLY understand him. Growing fiercely protective of his baby, keeping her safe from those who wish to tear her down in any way they could.

"you're not stupid, pretty girl. they are just jealous of how beautiful you are"

Now... that's always a touchy topic for y/n. Sure, the girl may be a bit ditzy and unaware-- but, why would she need to have a brain when Megumi could do all the thinking for her? A word Megumi heard a lot was 'bimbo', a word he had to look up after some frat guy called y/n that. And... while that might be correct, Megumi didn't see anything wrong with that. Well, the only issue he had was that every person who saw y/n sexualized her. Other than that, he had no issue with how naive and attractive she is. Always making sure to grab a handful of her tits whenever any male looked at her chest a little too long. Earning a giggle and a-- "Gumi, that tickles!"

God she was so innocent. And soooo in love with her boyfriend of 1 year.

There was something about the way she looked at him. A twinkle in her eye or something. It started from when she first made eye contact with him, as if the word stopped and he was all that mattered.

As if he's the one who drags the stars out of the dark every night.

As if he is the reason the moon shines so bright in the dead of night.

Or maybe Megumi was the moon to her. Illuminating the dark to guide her home, keeping her safe from what lurks in the shadows.

Like the way the moon influences the tides with its gravitational pull, Megumi pulled her in whatever direction was best for her. And no matter what, with Megumi by her side, she knew there would always be another bight night.

Another night to sleep safely.

Another night to hear the owl's hoot.

Another night to stay up late talking to the love of her life.

Just another night to be with him.

His little innocent girl— well mostly innocent. The things he’s done to her would surly send them both to hell.

But!! We can discuss that later.

Anyway, there isn’t one thing Megumi wouldn’t do for y/n. He would go to the ends of the earth just to see that pretty smile. While he remained standing with a cool and calm exterior, his body vibrates when he sees his girl. His chest on fire when he sees her smile. Oh god, and don’t get him started on her laugh. When he dies, he hopes that’s the last thing he hears.

It’s like on a semi cloudy day, the way the sun peaks out from behind the clouds, shining rays bursting through to create the most elegant shadows. Or when the sun shines down on painted glass, a mosaic of colors dancing on the sidewalk.

Maybe she’s just the sun.. maybe y/n is Megumis' sun. The thing that keeps him warm, the thing he needs every single day to survive, the light in his dark heart, reminding him that there will always be another day.

Another day to see the sun.

Another day to hear bird chirping.

Another day to be see the love of his life.

Another day to kiss her.

Another day to hold her.

Just another day with y/n.

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[filipowitch]

KNOCK KNOCK

brothersbsf!chris walks in on younger!reader getting changed.

-> based on the bot by @cupiidk1lls (bot link)

not much warnings tbh, just the use of y/n, some swear words and like teasing ig. lmk if i missed anything! MDNI.

READ TEXT SCREENSHOTS FIRST!

7:17PM

7:21PM

Chris didn't waste any time driving up to your house. He made a quick stop at the gas station, picking up yours and his favourite snacks and drinks. He was going to prove to you being single wasn't all that bad.

He paid for the snacks, heading back to his car and continuing the drive to your place. It didn't take that long, considering you both lived pretty close to each other.

7:28PM

He parked up in the driveway, helping himself into the house and locking the door behind him. He took off his shoes, heading up to your room with the bag of snacks in his hand. He figured he'd just enter your room, not thinking much of it. "y/n!! I got the snacks. This movie night is gonna be so fir- Oh."

Yeah, he should've knocked.. but usually, he never has to. You've known each other for years anyway.. privacy wasn't much of a boundary for you two. And to be fair, he wasn't expecting you to be getting changed.

"Chris! Get OUT." You yell, throwing a pillow at his face as he just stands in the doorway, seemingly frozen in place as you stand there, half naked. God, this was embarrassing for the both of you.

"My bad." He mumbles, closing the door as he tries to adjust his sweatpants. Oh, fuck. He needs to get his mind off of this as soon as possible.

He heads down to the kitchen, placing the snacks on the counter as the moment replays in his head over and over again. He knew he felt somewhat drawn to her, but he's never felt this.. flustered before. Well, he's always wished to have seen that sight and now he ha-

God, what was he doing? Get it together, Chris. This is your best friends sister you're thinking about, not some chick.

7:32PM

You finish up getting dressed, still feeling embarrassed as your brain processes what just happened. Your thoughts don't really help, however.

Did that really just happen? I should've locked the door. God, this is all my fault. This is so embarassing! I cant go down there now. He's gonna be all awkward. No, it'll be more awkward if I don't go. He'll think I'm avoiding him or something. Ugh, whatever I'll just go. Who cares, right? I'll just act like nothing happened and if he asks I'll brush it off. It's fine. Mistakes happen.

And so that's exactly what you do. You head downstairs, looking for Chris. Let's just get this night over and done with.

"Hello? Chris! Where are you?" You call out, walking down the hallway.

"In here!" You hear him call out from the living room. You enter the room, and your eyes don't miss the way his gaze shifts up and down your body.

He pats the seat next to him, signalling you to come over. You oblige, walking over and settling down next to him whilst he brings the table of snacks closer to the couch, turning on the television and putting on 'The Notebook', just like he said.

At first, he acted like nothing happened. Well. That was until the intro of the movie began.

"So about before-"

"It never happened." You reply, shutting down his question before he can even say it.

"Yes, ma'am." He mumbles, slouching in his seat, not daring to say another word. An unspoken tension lay between the two of you after that, but none of you dared to speak about it.

This was definitely gonna be a long night.

a/n: hope you enjoyed this! i lowk don't like it, but i've seen like a few people post something similar to this so like yeah.. happy valentines day :))

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dividers from @adornedwithlight !!

© filipowitch 2025

[velvet-n-lace]

If only you were real....

Series: Obey Me

Genre: Suggestive

Word Count: 1k words

Pairing: Leviathan x Dating Sim Character Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Warnings and Tags: Typical stan behavior, some obsession, a bit of suggestive stuff

A/N: idk I just had a thought about this, i’ll probably expand on it in the future but for now, just enjoy~ sorta wish I wrote this better... ugh...

Dating Sim!Reader is among the many love interests in the latest dating sim game. Levi has kept an eye on it for a while. He rewatched its promotional videos, realizing he was mainly fixated on you. He knew nothing about you besides that unique design and several promotional clips introducing your personality. That didn’t stop him from making gifs and edits of you—his precious Dating Sim!Reader.

You stood out among the other love interests. Everything about you just works; it is no wonder many were eager to start your route first. Dating Sim!Reader’s style is unique, and Levi constantly wonders what you would look like in real life. You would be a perfect being—literally a God/Goddess among everyone who crossed your path.

Finally, the game came out. The prologue was intriguing, but when Dating Sim!Reader’s sprite appeared, Levi completely lost it. He took at least 10 screenshots every time you spoke—20 if you said something that turned him on. He was ready to stay up all night, complete your route, and live-post about you until dawn.

Dating Sim!Reader's route was immaculate. Levi lay on his floor, overwhelmed by how much of a well-rounded character you were. Your hobbies made sense to your character, your backstory was gut-wrenching, and he cried just remembering the romantic ending. His inner circle was hardly surprised when he told them he had completed your route. “Of course he did,” they said.

Levi played through the other characters’ routes. Some were decent, some he didn’t care for, but one thing was certain: Dating Sim!Reader still reigned supreme in his heart. Every time you show up as another platonic love interest, a pang of despair fills his heart. This is unbearable. You should be head over heels for Levi’s protagonist, yet the game refuses to let that happen unless he replays your route again.

Levi returned to your route with one goal: 100% completion. To this day, Dating Sim!Reader’s route remained the only one he had fully completed. He had to, so he could prove his unwavering devotion to you.

According to a poll, Dating Sim!Reader ranked at the top of the Popular Love Interests poll. Levi was happy to see you there with the fan favorites, but then that jealousy kicked in. So many posts claimed to be your biggest fan; some were already dedicating a corner of their room filled with your merch. Levi wasn’t having it. It was time to start stanning hard.

Levi bought every piece of Dating Sim!Reader merch he could get his hands on. Some had to be fanmade so that he could stand out among the other stans. There are about five Ita Bags worth of merch overflowing inside them. He was already making fan art before you got popular, so he became THE Dating Sim!Reader guy in his weeb circle. His profile pictures were just your face adorned with pretty edits for the next few months.

Screenshots weren't enough anymore, fanfiction flooded in, and Dating Sim!Reader fics were the most popular. Levi saved each one he came across, stashing the best ones in a dedicated folder or reading list to read again and again. He found himself rereading his favorite passages, no matter his mood. He even began to write some himself.

He’s in the deep end now. Levi started getting hard in the middle of class just remembering what Dating Sim!Reader did in those R-18 fanart, fanfics, and doujins he’s collected. He even got caught doodling something provocative when he was supposed to be writing notes. It’s embarrassing to get caught, but behind closed doors, that self-indulgence was tenfold.

He'd been thinking of cosplaying Dating Sim!Reader for a while. He bought some materials and made a few tweaks to it. After completing it, he’d just take all types of pictures with it—some cute, some suggestive, some only for his eyes. They always get him likes and shares wherever he posts them. He’d never witnessed a character get so many likes as you do. Even walking around an anime convention, people asked for a photo with him. He gained a boost in confidence, all thanks to you~

"Of course, he has a mountain of Dating Sim!Reader merch. Figurines were made to capture your popularity. Mammon tried stealing one, hoping it would sell for a hefty price, but unfortunately, Levi had already “claimed” that figurine he attempted to steal… Mammon never touched Levi’s shit since."Of course, he has a mountain of Dating Sim!Reader merch. Figurines were made to capture your popularity. Mammon tried stealing one, hoping it would sell for a hefty price, but unfortunately, Levi had already “claimed” that figurine he attempted to steal… Mammon never touched Levi’s shit since.

It’s already been a few months, and Levi is still stanning hard. New changes were coming to RAD: exchange students from the Celestial Realm and the Human World would attend soon. There was a chance that humans would know about this game, but there was no way they’d know about the dating sim genre and, more importantly, about Dating Sim!Reader.

Then the new human exchange student walked in… looking exactly like Dating Sim!Reader. It couldn't be real. No matter how much Levi wished they could be real, they were only a fictional character…

He got a better look at you, taking every detail of your face and style. He couldn't deny it. You really did look like a real-life version of Dating Sim!Reader. He was a little too close; you felt him breathing against your skin.

A nervous wreck of a demon stood before you, hands shoved in his pockets, all hunched over like he was about to burst.

“Question…” he gulped, “is your name… Dating Sim!Reader?”

“Yeah, it is.” Your voice was so similar that he wondered if you were Dating Sim!Reader’s voice actor or something.

“It’s the same name as that character in that dating sim!” you exclaimed. Levi was on cloud nine. Clearly, you were no normie if you knew THAT dating sim. Having the same name and appearance as Dating Sim!Reader must be the best thing ever.

“They are my favorite!” Levi blurted out, “Do you want to see my merch collection someday?”

You nodded and smiled at him; your expression was so much like Dating Sim!Reader’s that it made his heart skip a beat. It was the beginning of something new: a real-life connection with someone who embodied the most perfect character ever. Levi thought he’d never see the day.

[sworeidnevercompromise]

𐙚 shameless: a drew starkey smau < part six > series masterlist

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ignore the weird mistakes in the fake text screenshots! the website lowkey fucked my shit up & i was too lazy to fix it. won't happen in upcoming parts...just pretend the mistakes aren't there this time <3

y/ny/l/ngallery

liked by fatima.berrigan and others y/ny/l/ngallery from y/n's insta stories!

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youruser LMFAOOAOAO still drew over him posting that awful pic of me on his story y/ny/l/ngallery @/youruser queen are u 2 a couple or what youruser @/y/ny/l/ngallery a couple of besties! y/n/y/l/ngallery @/youruser girl bffr

drewstarkeyfan god they r so ???

rafecameronslefttoe awwww

y/ngetbehindme need that necklace she's wearing so badly

perezhilton

liked by deuxmoi and others perezhilton @/youruser has been on the fast track to fame recently, and her friend @/drewstarkey has been by her side the whole time. But sources close to the pair say there might be more than friendship brewing between them. Read more at the link in bio.

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y/nsource okay it's cute when we speculate on their relationship but when perez does it it's weird y/nloveliest @/y/nsource ikr it's like we respect that they want to keep it private but he's like shouting it in the square

youruser wow this must be a really riveting topic. seems like it's all people can talk about whenever my name is brought up. 🙄 y/nmarryme @/youruser get his ass!

people

liked by hello.kitty.girly15 and others people Y/N Y/L/N is opening up about the rumors that she and actor Drew Starkey are in a relationship. "I'm tired," the star told People, "There's more to life than who I may or may not be dating." The star did not comment on whether or not the two are actually together. Read more at people.com.

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juniebee43 she must be so annoyed

randomhater if she doesn't want to be the subject of dating rumors she shouldn't be famous

y/nsource 💔

user766 okay but ...can we talk about how good she looks here?

y/ngetbehindme "i'm tired" is so real god i love her

madisonbaileybabe

liked by johnathandavissofficial and others madisonbaileybabe reunited w the fam

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youruser love you madisonbaileybabe @/youruser 2 the moon and back

johnathandavissofficial P4L ♥️ by author

madelyncline like 1 big family ♥️ by author

madisonbaileynews such a cute post

randomhater WHY is y/n everywhere? can't she just leave these people alone y/nsource @/randomhater it's called being a part of a friend group dipshit

y/nupdates

liked by mggwife and others ynupdates y/n y/l/n spotted with a mystery man last night in new york

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y/nmarryme honestly i kinda wish people would let them be

drewstarkeyfan "mystery man" we all know damn well who that is

rafecameronslefttoe yeah that's definitely drew but tbh this picture is weird and whoever took it needs to leave her and drew alone

y/ngetbehindme she literally said she's tired of the dating rumors and everyone being weird about it and yet people are still taking pictures of them? man you people are WEIRD

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