#i hope this makes sense cause im ranting

[im-normal-about-everything]

"Love was the law and religion was taught"

Paul and Darry stopped talking for seemingly no reason. Only the two of them know why.

Dally lost it after Johnny died, he couldn't live without him.

Soda and Steve hang around the DX during their free time, their safe space, away from the gang and other people.

Two-Bit watches from afar as Darry gets close with Paul, loses him, and then isolates himself. Two-Bit knows, but he can't seem to bring it up.

Pony knows he's always been different from other greasers. He's always enjoyed the more 'feminine' activities and he's always stared at the male actors too long.

"I'm not bought"

They all fought for each other, no matter the context of their relationship.

[freakenomenon]

someone else pointed this out before me but the fact that anya ( THE WHITE WOMAN ) from mouthwashing is currently getting everything a character like hers deserves in terms of fandom reception ( with a few bumps because every fandom is like that ) then if you look at ellen from ihnmaims who is basically the exact same god damn character in a different font. the most you will get is something about her being the least problematic or ( checks notes ) having straight hair despite being a black woman.

im sorry is it not worrying anyone else that the notion of jimmy x curly in any context is IMMEDIATELY shut down because of anyas existence. but ted's general bigotry toward ellen is simply ignored for the sake of mediocre yaoi. the fact that anyas situation is set and stone in everyones minds and never questioned the moment its implied she was assaulted and didn't want what jimmy did. but almost everyone's interpretation of ellens situation ( specifically in the short story ) is "oh!! oh!! but no she wanted to do that because because-" WHEN STORY EXPLICITLY STATES THAT SHE DIDN'T WANT OR ENJOY HAVING SEX WITH ANY OF THE MEN. AS WELL AS THE IMPLICATIONS OF THEM "TAKING TURNS" WITH HER. THE BLATANT DEHUMANIZATION OF THIS WOMAN IS PRACTICALLY SLAPPING YOU IN THE FACE.

but of course if we acknowledge that we have to acknowledge that the men around ellen are sexual abusers! then we wouldn't be able to woobify them!! so let's defend the white men over the ONE person in this story with basic human decency.

AND EVEN IN THE GAME. WHEN IT IS EXPLICITLY STATED THAT SHE WAS RAPED BY THAT MAN IN THE ELEVATOR. immediately. immediately. NOTHING but jokes about the yellow. sexualization of the lines where AM is specifically mocking her for BEING RAPED. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THERE ISNT AN INHERENT BIAS HERE.

and i see. none of this done with anya.

maybe i am just being mean because im black and i find the treatment of black women in fandom spaces to be generally horrendous but. this is just kind of disappointing to me. I haven't had a genuinely angry rant on here in a while. i hope this makes sense and doesn't just sound like me screaming into the void cause GOD i need to feel like im not insane for this

[glistenling]

Kinda long Twisted Glisten rant (positive)

Just some thoughts n headcanons of twisted glisten :3 This was a rant that i decided to clean up and post! Dont let anyone tell u that im not obsessed with this guy cause theyre lying to you also im shit at grammar mb

The concept of Twisted Glisten as a whole is so upsetting. The poor thing has to live the rest of his life completely unstable and unpredictable not knowing when he's going to become a horrible danger to everyone around. When he gets enraged and snaps out of it he has to live with the fact he probably hurt or even killed someone. He has to think about that, and it's especially bad because of the fact he's alone with no one to talk to or even have silent company with. It's just him and the monstrous versions of people he used to call friends paying him zero attention. When he does get company from untwisted toons, he's probably horrified the whole time; scared he's going to maim them at any moment without recollection or control over his actions.

The nature of how toons "deal" with him is horrifically cruel. It's horrible if you really think about it. They're just lying to him, making him fall into a false sense of security only to abandon him last minute. The toons don't want to hurt him. Though, they dont rlly have a choice in this. It's really the only way to guarantee the safety of the team, but he doesn't see it that way. When they look after him he thinks they're there for him. He believes that he's going to be okay. To then only realize, again and again, that they're not there for him. It makes him think they don't truly care about him, just themselves. Though, he'll fall for that over and over and over just for the slight sliver of a chance things will be different. He wants to believe that he won't be left alone with himself again, not knowing if and when he'll ever see anyone again. Crushing him mentally and emotionally more each time it happens.

When he gets aggressive in panic mode, it's because he knows he's being left to rot yet again. He's so distraught he completely loses control of himself, not able to cling to his consciousness. He's unable stop the ichor that is trying desperately to make him into a mindless animal. Though, when left alone, he gets violent because he is slowly convinced that they don't even care enough to comfort him on the floor. They couldn't even be bothered to play into the hopeless routine of giving him comfort only to strip it away almost as fast as they gave it to him. (Because comfort followed by immense hurt is better than no comfort, right?) That thought hurts and crushes him so bad he loses control, unable to hold himself together just a little longer in hopes someone will show up.

When certain toons [his friends] leave him at the end of a floor, it hurts him the most. Though it hurts him greatly when anyone abandons him, it's like a horrible punch in the gut to see someone that he cares for especially leaving him. This makes him feel insignificant, in a way. After the first time of this happening, when he saw them again, he unwillingly felt just a tad of resentment among his desperation. Though, it would never stop him from seeking out their love and comfort every single time. No matter how much that resentment grew over time, his need to be helped and comforted outweighed any of the negative things he thought about them when alone. They were mostly results of overthinking and isolation; he doesn't truly resent anyone for this.

In the idea of a type of recovery AU, if the twisteds were to be cured/fixed, how Glisten would be post-twisted events would be very interesting. It would greatly ruin his confidence and ability to put up his perfect persona. He'd push himself too far just to get that back, along with his confidence in general. He would have to fight against the fact that he was left to rot down there several times by the ones who say they love him. He'd have horrible abandonment issues and heavy distrust in anyone. Conflicted, he'd be unsure if he should cling to the nearest person or isolate himself because he thinks that they couldn't truly care about him because of how they treated him while he was "twisted". Or really, the way he interpreted their treatment, not really understanding how it was for the safety of everyone involved. Though, that fact doesn't change how much it scarred him.

Hope this wasnt too hard to read and make sense of Not the best at forming my thoughts into words. But ty for reading my word vomit >_<

[anikaluv]

TRY ‘EM ON —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × sanrio!fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: too much cuteness, reader is a lil’ whiny (it’s only because Miles spoils her too much), suggestive, reader is also referred / described as a lil’ cutie <3

❤︎︎ summary: You were shopping in the mall and happen to step upon a matching hello kitty underwear set in your favorite lingerie store. You couldn’t resist, so you bought it, now the problem is how to get Miles to wear them.

❤︎︎ w/c: 1.9k

❤︎︎ a/n: Im a sanrio girl myself, and I think it would be cute imagining the reader always trying to pull Miles into her obsession and him just letting it happen cause he loves her <3

The mall bustled with activity around you, various of sights and sounds flooded your senses. The air hummed with excitement as shoppers weaved in and out of the shops. Sunlight streamed through the skylights above, casting a warm glow on the polished floors.

Yet you felt nothing but mournfulness.

Sipping on your boba tea, you felt full of apathy, usually the mall made you feel so happy, yet this time you lazily walked through the mall groggily, dismissing anything that usually allured you.

It felt different without your boyfriend with you, you thought. Usually, he would attentively nod along to your endless rants, entertain you with his charming humor, and willingly accompany you to all your favorite stores without a hint of complaint. His comforting arm wrapped around your waist the whole trip, you missed him.

You asked Miles to join you, but as usual, he claimed to have "important business”— meaning that it was non-negotiable. You were whiny about it at first, but Miles assured that he would make it up to you, just as he always does.

While heading down the escalator, you were contemplating if you should just end this trip early and head home.

Then you saw it.

"LOVER MATCHING SETS: 60% OFF!" Your grin spread across your face as you spotted that your favorite lingerie store was having a sale for lovers, and getting something for you and Miles would surely get you out of your funk.

Mind set on a new mission, you giddily stroud towards the apparel store eager to check out what they had.

As you walked in, a wave of fruity scents lingered through the air, along with mainstream pop music bursting from the speakers.

The friendly clerk behind the counter greeted you with a smile, to which you responded with a nod of acknowledgment.

Assortments of all kinds of bras and lingerie were laid out at all different stands, adorned with detailing of how much off the price was discounted. You slowly walked through the shop, gravitating towards different stands that caught your eye until you made it to the lover set area.

You inspected each of the brands, they were cute, but they just weren’t what you were looking for.

Your shoulders slumped as you let out a deep sigh, you started to believe it was no hope until you reached the end of the stand.

“[BRAND NAME] X HELLO KITTY: MATCHING COUPLE SET.” You instantly smirked, mischievous glowing in your eyes.

It was perfect.

It was a matching panty and boxer set, colored in baby pink and littered with the face of Hello Kitty all over it. You tried to imagine Miles in the boxers and it brought a giggle out of you.

Miles was well aware of your deep fascination with Sanrio, and he wholeheartedly embraced it, going above and beyond to indulge your love with plushies, clothing, and various other items.

However, there was a part of you that desired to test those boundaries, to explore just how far his support for your addiction would stretch.

You eagerly approached the checkout counter, clutching the set in your hands. With a sense of urgency, you swiftly swiped your card. The clerk packaged the item in a small bag, and you walked away from the store, receipt in hand, feeling excitement, clutching your newfound prize.

Your keys jingled as you retrieved them from your purse, the spare key Miles had given you months ago unlocking the Morales home.

Aware of Mrs. Morales' overtime schedule, you guessed that if Miles was finished with his "important business”, he would likely be the only one present.

"Baby, are you here?" Your voice echoed through the apartment, the silence that followed for a mere five seconds evoked a little worry in you that Miles hadn’t return.

Approaching Miles' door, you knocked loudly, causing it to open slowly, revealing Miles on the other side. "Hey, mi sol, sorry if I couldn't hear you; I had my headphones on," he explained, his hand gracefully finding its place around your waist as he tenderly kissed your forehead. In response, you leaned up on your tiptoes, meeting his lips with a loving kiss.

"It's okay, you're not doing anything, right? I have something I want to give you." You lifted the bag from the lingerie store, shaking it while holding it up for him to see, and Miles let out a chuckle. "Oh? Did my chiquita buy something for me?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his room.

Rolling your eyes playfully at his comment, you hurriedly walked into his room and settled onto his bed. Miles followed behind, moving slowly as he took a seat in his desk chair. "So, what did you get me, ma?" he asked, raising an eyebrow while eyeing the bag in your hands.

A genuine smile illuminated your face as you handed him the bag. "While I was at the mall, they had this sale for lover sets," you explained. Miles smirked, “Oh yeah?,” he asked, rubbing his hands together, probably expecting a seductive lingerie peice for you and perhaps some fancy boxers for himself.

His smile quickly faded.

You erupted with laughter as he revealed the pink boxers, the sheer absurdity of it pushing you to the brink of tears. He released a groan in an annoyed manner, tossing the bag onto the floor.

"Do you like it, baby?" you asked, your tone teasing. Unfortunately, he didn't hear your question, too occupied with having a stank face towards the underwear, which only made you laugh harder.

Miles scowled and let out a sigh, realizing that this whole situation was providing you with great amusement. "Baby, I love you, but I ain’t putting that shit on," he declared, his tone laced with distaste.

The laughter you once had stopped. You couldn't help but pout, gazing at him with your most prettiest eyes. "Come on, Miles, you promised to make it up to me for not coming, and this is how you can." You clasped your hands together, attempting to look like you were begging. He sucked in his teeth, watching you intently, well aware that he could never say no to you.

Miles lowered his head, silently cursing to himself, as he reluctantly accepted the situation at hand. "Fine, but only if you try ‘em on first, ma," he agreed, nodding towards the panties that were still nestled in the bag.

Blushing slightly, you slowly rubbed the back of your neck. "Fine," you replied, accepting the offer. With that, you sealed the deal and made your way to the nearby bathroom to change. Gliding into one of Miles' oversized shirts and slipping the panties, you took a moment to gather yourself.

"What's taking so long, hermosa?" he called out to you jokingly. You frowned at his comment, confused at how the tables turned so quickly. You yelled back to him, "Just a moment!" Emerging a few seconds later, you stepped out to reveal your changed appearance.

As soon as you walked out it was like Miles’ eyes were all over you. "Damn, angelita," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction, causing a playful giggle to escape your lips. "Do a lil’ turn me f’me, baby," he requested. Raising the shirt slightly to reveal the panties you wore, you slowly turned, teasingly showcasing them from the back. As you observed his heavy breathing, a rush of warmth spread through your body, flushing your skin.

Unexpectedly, his hand reached up and firmly grasped your ass, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you. "You should wear stuff like this more often, mami," he chuckled, a glint of desire evident in his eyes. You swore his pupils dilated with intensity. "You look incredibly hot in this," he added, his words dripping with attraction.

You flashed a playful smirk and slyly winked at him. “We’ll see,” taunting evident in your voice. You forced your mind to focus back on the real show, "Alright, now it's your turn to try on yours," you teased, a mischievous grin on your lips. You observed how his jaw clenched; you knew it would all be worth it soon.

Miles took a while to put the underwear on; you were slightly worried he was trying to talk himself out of it. Eventually, you heard grunts and shuffling, so you knew he was changing, and eventually, he came out.

That shit looked hilarious.

You couldn't help but let out a snort the moment Miles walked out. Aware of his discomfort, you tried to stifle your laughter, but it was impossible. The mere sight before you was too much to handle. Your laughter grew uncontrollable, causing you to nearly tumble off the bed in fits of howling amusement. In response, Miles shot you a deadpan expression, retreating to his desk chair while you held on tight to your stomach, struggling to contain the laughter that churned in your stomach.

Wiping away tears of laughter, you composed yourself and sat up straight, posing the question half-seriously, "So, do you approve?" Your smile widened as you observed him arching an eyebrow, silently conveying his disbelief. He let out a deep sigh and responded, "They're aight, mami."

A sense of reassurance washed over you, causing you to clap your hands and let out a gleeful giggle. "Mission accomplished!", you cheered, brimming with happiness. It was in that moment that a grin spread across Miles' face. Despite his usual annoyance to your playful antics, he couldn't deny that witnessing that adorable smile on your face made it all worthwhile.

Miles swiveled in his desk chair, extending his arms invitingly towards you. “C’mere, pretty girl,” he called to you. You eagerly rose from your seat and straddled him, looking as cute as always. “Yes, baby?” you asked, head tilting like a puppy in confusion.

His words exited his mouth with fondness and loving. “Just wanted to get a closer look at my girl”, he confessed, his voice laced with calm, soothing reassurance. Gently, he placed his hands on your waist, and you instinctively leaned into his touch, encircling your arms around his neck.

As you began to excitedly rant about the other lover sets you saw while at the lingerie store, Miles listened intently, his fingertips tracing gentle circles on your hips. At one point, you turned your head and felt his gaze upon you, filling your heart with warmth and causing your cheeks to flush. Your words stumbled and you averted his gaze, unable to meet his affectionate eyes. A soft chuckle escaped Miles as he observed your flustered state.

"Thank you for going out and getting something for me, mi reina," he expressed, his voice filled with gratitude. You placed a light peck on his nose and snuggled into his neck, feeling the comforting embrace of his presence. "I think you look cute in ‘em," you admitted honestly. Miles shook his head playfully at your remark, nuzzling into you and humming a soft melody, creating a intimate atmosphere for the both of you.

.

.

.

“But for real though, these boxers are ass.”

“Miles don’t make me pop you.”

EXTRA: Miles was diligently working on his prowler claws in his base, engrossed in conversation with Uncle Aaron about future targets and jobs. As Miles rose to his feet, his pants slipped slightly, exposing the underwear he had on.

“Yo, Miles, what the hell is that?” Uncle Aaron burst into laughter, his eyes fixated on the sight of Miles wearing baby pink boxers.

Miles eyes widened in confusion, until he looked down and realized what Aaron meant.

"Just a lil’ something my girl got for me," Miles responded, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement and a knowing smile.

By the way, the boxers like looked this, lmaooo. Just wanted ya'll to get a lil' visual.

ENDING A/N: Hope ya’ll enjoyed this one <3 Was gonna add a grinding scene where you and Miles grinded against each other in the underwear while you were straddling him, but someone has already flagged me on here so I’m trynna keep it on the down low rn 😂

TAGLIST: @janaeby @bellstwd @nmgstuff @axeoverblade @zaddyskye69 @agstuffsworld

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[thestrongestjewel]

since in the genocide route of UVtale you fight Chara and Clover, does that mean sans died already? i like to think that he died just like papyrus in undertale

so actually lemme rant abt this omg-

so as you guys probably have assumed sans has a rol similar to papyrus in ut(while chara takes over sans's rol!) technically he's a swap sans I guess?

but unlike papyrus in ut geno, he does fight you! he knows he can't win, but has hopes that by stalling you he's giving time to alphys and everyone who's still alive in the snowding shelter time to evacuate(as risky as that might be)

while fighting you he would probably judge you based on what you've done, making some puns about how you ruined years worth of work to make snowdin a safer place for everyone and such

yknow i said that uvtale's no mercy route is not canon mainly cause it wouldnt make a lot of sense but honestly im having fun brainroting about it WHAHAH

[gyuvision]

[2:58am]

pairing : brothers bsf hong seunghan x fem reader

contains -> : smut(!) - fingering, kissing, swearing, petnames (poor thing, sweet girl, baby doll), borderline dumbification/dollification, dacryphilia, situationship

wc : 1.8k

preview ! - when you and your friends rent a vacation home for winter break, its a no brainer seunghan is the one you go to when youre needy. but how will you go about it when your brothers room is right next door?

continue? ⬇️

you rolled over to look at the clock on the other side of your bed. “2:58am” it read in a big red font. you groaned at how you felt your panties stick to you, drowning in your slick.

today had been spent at the pool that came with the vacation home, which meant shirtless seunghan. which meant growing horny in front of your friends and your brother eunseok. which meant needing some sort of relief despite not being able to get considering eunseok has made it VERY clear he wants none of his friends anywhere near his baby sister in that sense.

seunghan wasnt oblivious, he saw how you stared at him, he knew that look, hes seen it before. that look you always gave him when you snuck out your house to drive to his place whenever you were needy.

hed be lying if he said he wasnt turned on either though. you with your wet hair laughing with your friends, with the white bikini that he so badly just wanted to untie.

but he played it off better than you, acting nonchalant as accordingly.

at least until it was time to exit for dinner, seunghan made sure he was last to enter, pulling you back by your arm after everyone else walked in so you two were the only ones outside.

“meet me in my room, 3am, no later than.” he winked as he ran a hand over your waist before walking back inside too.

so here you were, 3am, no later than, sitting on his bed next to him. you brushed his hair out of his pretty face, cooing as he pouted with his face pressed into his pillow.

you sighed as you looked at his sleeping figure. he must be joking. he hadnt really forgotten had he? but you couldnt blame him. today was tiring for him too, having to deal with wonbin constantly demanding a rematch in volleyball ‘cause he kept losing.

you lifted seunghans covers and crawled into the bed next to him, pressing your cold face into his warm chest. you pressed your hand into his cheek, rubbing circles with your thumb before you stopped, letting your hand rest there as you leaned further into his body.

“what are you doing y/nie?” he whispered sleepily, smiling as he brought an arm down to your waist.

“im cold. keep me warm wont you?” you mumbled, lifting your head up to peck his lips.

“shit, its 3am already.. i was just trying to take a quick nap.”

“baby!” you pouted, “you promised!”

“sorry sweet girl, im so tired. ill make it up to you tomorrow.” he spoke in a low tone as a warning to you, letting you know you were talking too loud when you seemed to forget eunseok was asleep on the other side of the wall.

you squirmed in his grasp as he tightened his hold on your waist, while you went a short incoherent rant.

“hey- quit moving. be good or youre not getting anything at all.” he grumbled, moving so he had his chin resting on top of your head.

you sighed, realizing maybe he deserved to sleep more than you need release even if you werent able to sleep yourself with how much you wanted him

you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep, hoping his touch would be enough. but you just couldnt.

lifting the covers off of you, you tried to slip out of seunghans bed knowing him pressed against you wasnt going to help your situation, but he pulled you back, feeling even closer than before. “where are you going?”

“back to my room.”

“you said you were cold. my rooms a higher temperature than yours, stay here.”

“cant stay here, eunseok might come in.”

“youre paranoid arent you?” he licked his lips, trailing a hand down your side. “poor thing.. left you needy all night huh? thats cute. all you got in that empty head of yours is me huh?”

you felt him push on your thighs, spreading your legs open as his hand crept up your shorts. “these need to come off dont you think?”. he tugged on the waistband, pulling it down as you lifted up your hips. he opened his drawer, and put your shorts inside.

“you can get those back later.” he smirked. he was always talkative in bed, you couldnt say you minded, in fact you found it pretty attractive of him.

“seunghan, stop teasing.” you pleaded, gripping his shoulder. he cooed at your desperation, “such a needy girl.. poor y/nie, left needy all night long huh? dont worry babydoll. ill take such good care of you.”

your breath hitched when you felt him slowly slip two fingers into you, setting a steady pace as he began to massage your walls.

you looked over at your beautiful boy (not boyfriend yet, ouch), propped up on his side next to you, leaning on one arm as he used his other to thrust into you.

you mewled as hit that spot that had you wailing in his sheets, your head tipping back softly when he began to move faster once he knew where to aim for.

it wasnt too long after that when he pulled out, but before you got the chance to complain, he was pulling you on his lap and you felt his fingers enter you at another angle seconds later.

you whimpered lowly and airy when he kissed on your earlobe, beginning to suckle softly before going down and leaving wet kisses down your neck.

“what were you thinking when you put those on?” seunghan asked, gesturing to your shorts which sat at the bottom of his drawer. “bet you wanted someone to see you. was it.. wonbin? was it.. shotaro? or was it.. me?” he asked, pulling out his fingers all the way before plunging back in deep and hard for emphasis.

you moaned out loud (maybe too loud) when your sounds grew higher in volume and pitch as he thrusted in and out repeatedly, desperate to watch you fall apart.

he knew you were close when you began to clench uncontrollably around his fingers, smirking to himself when he saw tears form in the corners of your eyes.

“gonna cry for me baby? so desperate arent you. bet you couldnt get off without me. my fingers are better than anyones arent they? no one else can have you wailing like this after barely starting other than me.” he chuckled when you grip his hair, pulling him into your neck as you began to slowly ride his fingers, matching his pace desperately.

“seunghan.. so close..” you whine, practically sobbing as your tears flowed nonstop when he had 3 fingers working on you. the arm he once had around your waist moved down so he could rub circles on your clit.

but everything seemed to stop when he heard a knock at his door.

“seunghan? are you awake? i heard something so i assumed you are. everyone else is still sleeping.” you heard sungchans voice.

“what do you need? its almost 4 in the morning.”

it was silent, sungchan seeming to pause before speaking.

“can i come in?”

seunghan wasnt sure how to approach the situation. he could have you hide in the closet, or he could say no because he couldnt dare rip apart from his pretty girl, wanting nothing more than to take care of her.

he looked over at you, obviously shaking your head no.

then something came to him, a third option floating around.

“seunghan?” sungchan asked again.

“y-yeah. just give me a minute.” he replied.

“what the hell are you doing? what am i gonna do?” you whispered directly into his ear, frowning at his stupid smirk. “i wanna wipe that stupid look of your face right now.”

“just trust me sweetheart.”

he rushed to pull you off his lap, motioning for you to go further under the sheets. he had you lying down with your head in his lap as you sat between his legs, completely covered by the comforter.

seunghan took one of his pillows from behind him and placed it on his lap to cover your head, making it seem like he was the only person there.

he kept his right hand on your clit, rubbing circles and ignoring your protests as he called for sungchan to come in with his left hand on top of the pillow as he pretended to scroll on his phone.

“whats wrong? you okay?” he asked, before turning it off.

“just bored, cant sleep. wanted to talk to someone.” sungchan replied.

you listened as they began a random conversation about work, school, food, games, and other things you werent listening on. shocked was an understatement. you couldnt believe how normal he was acting with sungchan sitting right there as if he wasnt rubbing on your clit.

seunghan felt you begin to shake, and sped up his movements as he knew you were almost there.

“so i never knew he- you good man?” sungchan paused, motioning to the bed shaking.

“huh?” seunghan stopped before he realized it looked like your legs were in place of his under the covers. “oh, yeah. just cold.” he smiled, rubbing his arm as it looked like he had goosebumps.

“your room has the highest temperature compared to anyone elses.”

“ive got a thin blanket though.”

he shrugged it off and continue what he was talking about.

seunghan had to cover up your muffled moans as a cough when he felt your cum leak onto his hand, ignoring sungchans suspicious looks.

it took everything in you to keep quiet, not to mention you were suffocating under the fabric.

you sighed at seunghan, who practically seemed like he wanted to get caught as he rode out your high, lazily thrusting two fingers into you with his thumb on your clit.

it was only a few minutes later when you finally heard sungchan get up to leave.

he was already in the hallway before walking back in, letting his hand rest on the door.

“youre lucky it was me who came in and not eunseok.”

[nazgulpridefest]

Unnecessarily long rant post about various tcc related things

(selfships, ships, bad headcanons, columposers, "femcels")

I like actually hate tcc selfships so much, I don't care when people say freaky shit about tcc people cause most the time they're joking and I do it too. But like genuine selfships, like drawing themselves or an self insert or an oc with tcc people (what am I even supposed to call them)

Like I hate seeing those blogs where it's like "Dylan's little girl >.<" (extremely directed, you know who you are..). Or like drawing themselves with their favs (in a not joking way), even edits and "___ x oc/reader" fics. Theres another person on TikTok who makes edits of them x Andrew blaze, it makes me so mad cause I think im finding a cool edit and then I get flash banged with some randoms face.

Also I really don't care for the "well what if they're coping, this is a coping mechanism" argument like no, I don't care, cope some other way WITHOUT SHIPPING YOURSELF WITH KILLERS. Having a crush or intrest in a tcc person is okay but like genuinely shipping yourself with them is lowk kinda weird. Cause like I hate seeing people ship themselves with Eric or Dylan (in a serious sense, not a stupid funny haha) and they're everything Eric and Dylan hate. Like I hope you know they would've shot you if they knew about that

The selfshippers are usually so annoying too, like "ohemgee!!!! Don't say that abt Dylan he's mine!!1!1!1!" And then you get doxxed or some shit, like please go outside and touch some grass. Half the time they're greasy as hell or those "ohmigod I'm such a femcel lol!! >__<" just bcuz they're tcc and a female whose just a little different.

It's a little different with movie tcc people, like Andre and Cal because they are fictional and didn't actually shoot up a school. Even those ones are on thin ice, but I don't see as much of them luckily but I do see a lot of shitty Caldre.

Shitty Caldre as in Calvin is suddenly a AuDHD he/they shy femboy and Andre is a big tough guy whose actually secretly a big softie for cal and they go on little dates. Like no oh my god you clearly did not watch the movie, the only way I think of them as "dating" (using this VERY loosely) is them just being normal teenage boys, like when guys their age flirt because they're close friends. Sometimes a little bit of Caldre is okay but only when they're properly displayed the same way they are in the movie. Same with dylric, they were just close friends and had a distaste for gay people (from what I know) and I don't really know how to feel about dylric, but anytime I see one of those "Eric and Dylan kissing and being gay boyfriends >___<" posts I cry a little.

Plus the bad headcanons attached to both pairings, like I just wanna rip my hair out everytime I see one of those long headcanon posts and there's not a single good one, it's always like the "when they cuddle.." things. If I'm gonna take time out of my day to read a headcanon sheet it better be good, or bad fanfics like why am I even reading this. Sometimes bad fanfics are good but it's always the like 100-500 word ones that make me want to peel off the first layer of my skin, cause you can tell what kind of person is lurking behind that screen, it's probably some 11/12 year old that found out about zero day but never watched the movie. I feel like sometimes most people in the zero day fandom never watched the movie, also personal opinion I don't think that Andre self harms if I'm being so real here. Like I get where they're coming from with Cal but I don't get it with Andre.

I also don't like the people who dress like Cal and Andre, I own the shirts and sometimes I wear them but I never genuinely dress up as them, I usually wear them around my house, it's more of a "oh no I have no clean laundry" and I just have to wear it. But like people who go into full cosplay, like I saw someone genuinely buy a wig for it, like please ohmygyat. It just feels like seeing a columposer and I have a hatred for columposers, like tell me why you thought it was a good idea to leave your home in a wrath or natural selection shirt, like Columbine isn't underground, it was a real national tragedy.

Liking Columbine is fine as long as you aren't doing anything weird or harmful, but I feel like dressing as them puts you in both categories. But they always think they're so cool, it's always the most basic Columbine fans. They always listen to KMFDM or Rammstein and if they're trans (9 times out of 10 they usually are) they go by Dyl or Dylan. Plus they just take all of their personality from Eric and Dylan, it's always those intro posts that are like "name: Dylan music: KMFDM drink: Dr Pepper".

Please get a real personality oh my god 😢😢 cause I see like 20 people like that a day, please can we get some originality in this community. But the kind of columposers I hate the most is the ones that think they're the next Eric Harris, like calm down edge lord you're 14... they're manifestos always sound the same like "I hate everybody..... nobody understands me... they're all gonna feel my wrath... I'm gonna be worse than Eric and Dylan could ever be... mwhahahahah..." like shut up oh my god. You are not Eric's top guy bud, then they own a natural selection shirt and when they try to actually shoot up their school they just get caught cause it's always the people in private school trying to be the next Columbine. Like it's not my fault you live in the suburbs chill out.

It's so annoying to come on this app or look at the news and it another retard who thinks they're the second coming. And I have no shame admitting that I hate that Samantha chick, she honestly seemed so fucking annoying. And I hate the stupid "ERM... if you hate her you're misogynistic..." like what 😭. Just because she's a girl doesn't mean I'm a bad guy for hating her, I wasn't thinking about her gender when I decided I hated her ass. There's a new case every week, she's not special. She honestly was the worse thing I've heard about, everytime I hear about her I want to gouge my eyes out, she was just a supreme edge lord who thought she could be Eric. She thought she was so special for hating women like she wasn't a woman, like how fucking stupid are you, plus it's kinda pathetic how she only killed two people (all respect towards them) and then just killed herself, like oh my god at that point just kill yourself in your own house.

I also know the argument of Adam being a columposer is gonna come up, like "how are you gonna say you hate columposers but you worship one". Like yes I'm aware of the fact his shooting was "inspired" by columbine but he was also delusional as hell, like he was an autistic schizo that didn't leave his house. There was a lot more going into that shooting than just Columbine in mind, I don't really think of him as a columposer because it was a lot of psychological issues as well but I get where people are coming from when they say he's a columposer.

But still on the topic of Samantha and her being a woman hater, I just fucking hate femcels, not real femcels but "femcels >___< ��" LIKE OH MY GYAT. You aren't a femcel you delusional creep, you're just a female on tumblr get over it, you aren't special. Theyre all the same too, I feel like all femcel accounts are run by the same person. Theyre always some cutecore shit and have micro bangs, they all look the same.

Being a femcel or just an incel is just being frustrated with the lack of sexual or romantic opportunity in their life, that is the dictionary definition. You aren't a femcel if you bedrot, like Columbine, tcc in general, cutecore, hate women or men, if you're just delusional, or a Sematary fan. I feel like no one actually knows what being an incel or femcel means and it pisses me off so much because it's like saying the sky is green. Like you aren't a femcel, there's literally men in your dm's and you have a boyfriend shut up oh my god. It's just so infuriating seeing people being wrong all the time, I hate when I see false information.

It just makes me so mad and that's what most of this rant has been about, I hate seeing people be wrong like you're wrong because this tcc person would've hated you so much. You're wrong because that's not how these people were displayed in the movie. You're wrong because you're not gonna be the next Eric and Dylan. You're wrong because you're not a real femcel.

Sorry if this came off as annoying in anyway but I feel like i genuinely needed to get that off my chest cause im tired of it all.

[moonsaver]

Good day moon! Okay I normally don't do asks when it comes to yandere cause it's not my usual thing but seeing the last post you made of Yan!Sunday and his darling, that one where he just desperately wants to have that normalcy in their relationship but couldn't ever have it because of what he's done, made me think of something rather angsty; like how the darling's backlashes against his affections would probably go turn for the worst as time passes on, they don't hate him in a sense because he's really trying hard to not make them hate him and they can see that his love is real (just really fucked up) but that deep urge to hurt the person who took their freedom away is still there, it wouldn't just go away just because he loves them so much that he wouldn't dare to break them. Oh that satisfaction on seeing Sunday looking so hurt after yelling at him, they know it doesn't make them any better than him but at that point, what else is there for them to lose? Maybe in hurting him so subtly, they may find some pity in themselves for him to actually give him some semblance of love but until then, all Sunday ever receives from them are either silent treatment or backlash

Such relationship could only thrive in the worst way possible and maybe Sunday knows that but even then, he still holds out that little (delusional) hope that maybe his darling will still love him someday

Sorry for the rant, it's just that I feel for Sunday but his method will never work and it'll just deeply hurt him and his darling in the end asgfjgsfg also if it's alright, I'd request this but I'll leave it to you with how you write it, be it an imagine or anything else since I'm fine with it!

- Elys

Hello Elys! Im so sorry it took a long time for me to get to your request lol, tons of things got in the way but I remembered this request for a while.

In any case, I feel you've summed it up quite well!

Sunday isn't harsh or as brutal as I imagine him. Unlike my [i have to self advertise here, sorry HAHA] soft yan!blade, Sunday most likely wouldn't even need a bit of working around to be a softer yandere.

He's so loving, it's painful. His love is like despaired poetry for a lover who is still alive, just further than their reach. I imagine his love to be very tender, even as a yandere, if he doesn't become even softer.

And it's hard to convince him he's wrong – mainly because he already knows. But rather that's a bit distorted in his view; instead he thinks it's a wrongdoing against your nature as someone who wants to be free, but correct in the context of the situation rather than actually understanding it is absolutely wrong in general. And he doesn't budge. He's stubborn, almost infuriatingly. And instead of getting angry, I imagine he rather looks disappointed or disgruntled, which somehow does more damage/strikes more fear than anger.

And it's still heartbreaking; frustratingly for both of you, not just yourself.

You lash out, you scream, cry, wail, argue, relentlessly push and resist against him. it's your only way of getting back at him, you're sure as hell you're going to strike the hardest that way. And you relish the hurt you see in the eyes of your captor, but something more sympathetic tugs at you when you see his lovingly sad eyes. It's this cacophony of guilt, frustration, anger, and utter despair at the loss of your freedom. Sunday feels all of it, aswell, and you want to be relieved that he does – if it weren't for the fact he still wasn't letting you go.

He continually withholds your freedom from you. That single injustice to you is enough to weather your patience over time – your anger only burns hotter and hotter, pushing away any semblance of sympathy or reasoning, and it only hurts Sunday more, until you realise what you're doing, and quietly give in to sooth him for the time being. Just a little. Until that little injustice starts bothering you again. It's a toxic cycle.

And it hurts even more when Sunday tries to find normalcy in your relationship; he's trying so hard to be your lover, to hold you gently and bathe you with care, to dry you off and still love you after seeing you bare. He wants to come home and see you smile, be happy, elated that he's there, just as he feels when he sees you. But that's not what happens. His delusions and flimsy expectations are shattered the moment he steps into the dimly lit room, your form refusing to even look at him. The silence is strangely stronger than his hopes.

Anyways, that's all i can think of at the moment. I love angst yandere sunday time.

[artydonsgf]

hello my sweets, as promised, here is first time saying i love you headcanons with art, tashi, and patrick !!

Art Donaldson

- he said it first

- it was the night of your six month anniversary and you were out for dinner

- he kept looking at you all weird and you thought maybe he felt sick so you asked him if he wanted to go home

- he gets even more freaked out and basically shouts that he’s fine

- you hold his hand and ask him what’s the problem so he takes a deep breath

- and says that he loves you

- you both go silent and you’re freaking out cause the boy you’re in love with loves you too and he’s freaking out because you look shocked

- immediately backpedals and explains that you don’t need to say anything back

- you cut him off with a fat kiss to the lips in the middle of fucking applebees and tell him you love him too

- he breaths the biggest sigh of relief and kisses you again

- he tells you after you both calm down that he’s been in love with you since before he started dating you

- he has notes in his phone where he wrote down every time he wanted to say i love you

- they literally date back to your third date. he’s genuinely crazy

- half of them are drunk messages where he’s just ranting about how much he loves you or they’re stone cold sober n he’s talking about “i want to tell her i love her but im gonna look crazy, keep it together art”

- extremely obsessed with saying it to you, says it when he hangs up, when you’re literally just going downstairs to grab something

- loves you with his whole heart n is so excited that he can say it

Tashi Duncan

- you guys say it the same time

- well, you both plan on saying it the same night

- for your 6 month anniversary, she plans an at home dinner where she cooks everything

- it’s a candlelight dinner with the low lighting and romantic music in the back

- you both start to talk at the same time, telling each other there’s something you want to say

- you insist she goes first and with rosy cheeks and a shy smile, she tells you that she loves you

- you laugh out loud n the smile on her face drops

- you’re trying so hard to stop laughing but you’re near tears from how hard you’re laughing

- you’re quick to correct, telling her through laughs that you were literally going to tell her the exact same thing

- she’s giddy, you’re giddy, dinner is basically forgotten

- she slips it into the convo shyly from there on out but slowly says it way more as she falls deeper in love with you

Patrick Zweig

- you said it first

- it was a month in and for some reason, you felt like it was the absolute perfect time

- you’re cuddled up on the couch and it just falls out

- he freezes and you instantly assume you came on way too strong

- he asks you to give him a second because he feels like he’s making this up in his head

- you inform him that no, you love him and you’ve loved him since you met him

- he jumps up (dropping you on the floor in the process) and dances around

- once he regains his senses, he picks you up, kisses you a bunch, and tells you that he loves you too

- he told you he was way too scared to actually say it and thought maybe he was saying it too soon

- turns out you’re both crazy n seem to think saying i love you one month in is totally normal!

- win win situation

- he says it all the time but he also shows you too!

- kisses to the shoulder when he hugs you in greeting, genuine thank yous when you pack him lunch, back massages when you’re tired after a long day of work

i wrote this because i’m crazy n in love with all of them! hope you’re also crazy n in love, enjoy!

[vivid-bad-brainrot]

i typed out a really long rant that didnt end up making sense about your sekai lore so instead just. know im obsessed its so good . i was Aware of this before but fully like reading your posts just completely reframed how i thought of the sekai and everything its great

how old do you think the sekai actually is? im just like so amazed its so cool thiking abt the implications and lore of the loids being much older than we thought. trying to timeline it in my head. hope this makes sense sorry if u said it somewhere

HI HI HI and THNAK YOU

Ok ok so the alleyway sekai came into existence a couple weeks after hatsune miku came out…. So like 2007 type shit BYE Since prsk takes place in 2021 as of now (i think) that means that the entire sekai is 14 years old 😋 but it belongs soley to radder for 10 years (cause it imploded on itself in 2017 #rad weekend)

This whole setup is really funny because when radder go to their sekai for the first time they aren’t like “omg its hatsune miku!!!!” they are like “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?????” And miku doesnt explain shit and starts DOXXING them 😭 by far the worst first impression she could have possibly made. Listen shes new to this whole SEKAI thing….. because of this radder does not trust ANYTHING she says and so they spend like ten times longer trying to find their true feelings deadass just because they did not want to listen to her puntable ass bro

[raitonsfw]

There srsly needs to be more bby boy Nagito stuff, idk what's wrong with ppl 😭 I'm requesting Nagito with his s/o that were a couple before the neo world program, and once Monokuma announces the killing game, Nagito's sweet mommy s/o makes it clear that no one's laying a finger on him, getting very overprotective. During Nagito's hope rants, his s/o is just glaring at the classmates like "dammit y'all better listen to what my bf has to say". They/she also praises him a lot during investigations and for leading the class trials. 🤗

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 | 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚘

synopsis: The sun and the sea taunted you as the bear played with your downfall, but more detrimentally, your boyfriend who had offered himself up to the entire class with the extent of death knocking at his door. or; a rewritten chapter one of super danganronpa 2, with an insert of overprotective reader and slight baby boy nagito.

warnings: gn!reader and or fem!reader, spoilers for chapter 1 of sdr2, cursing, fits of despair, a crapload of hope references, a kiss with implied smut (nothing nsfw is explicitly written), nagito and reader are a couple, slight praising, affection, petnames (my love, angel, baby boy), reader would do anything for nagito, implied violence (the first victim), mentions of death, mentions of blood, primarily angst?, its not totally on brand with the request im so sorry!🥺

a/n: gave me a beautiful excuse to rewatch the entire first chapter of sdr2 (tysmmmm). i tried my best for the baby boy(ness) of it all, but my brain wasn’t working with me as i wrote so there’s only slight mentions. i didn't write past the second half of the trial because if i actually wrote in the blackened from chapter 1, the reader probably would’ve jumped over the trial stands to attack them for trying to hurt nagito. idk why i struggled so much, ugh but i promise promise promise i can write nagito better than this i swear. wc: 2.9k. m.list

now playing: moving up in the world by dagames

divider credit: @benkeibear & @firefly-graphics

The sun shone against the beach and you squinted at it in confusion. Another bad dream, you thought but then it all rushed back to you. It was something like a dizzy spell, the classroom you had been seemingly teleported out of felt surreal as you sat on the grains of sand surrounding you. You looked over to your right, your vision blurred and saw someone also laying next to you, unconscious and plastered on their side.

And then the pixelated green came into view as you blinked away the fuzziness, your heart nearly punching up to the base of your throat. You let out a disgruntled noise, crawling over towards him to see if he was breathing, ‘cause if he wasn’t– You couldn’t bear that thought, pushing it back within the crevices of your mind as you ran your palm over his arm.

“Nagito, Nagito!” You called out as you shook him gently from the rasps of the trance, hoping he’d respond. His chest rose and fell to your relief, and you studied the details of his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly agape but no noticeable scars or wounds stuck out to you and your heart fell back to normal with a steady pulse. You shook him again, this time a little more forceful, and he awoke with a start. His eyes shot open and he took in the picture before him, sitting up quickly. Nagito groaned quietly as the sun hit him directly in the eyes and he rubbed them carefully, trying to make sense of what had happened.

You saw his realization dawn on him. “Y/N.” 

Nagito immediately hugged you, much more tightly than he ever had before and you held onto him as he buried his hands into the wisps of your hair. He felt calm, the aura around him filling up the spaces in your confusion as he looked at you for the first time since the classroom. His grayish eyes clued in onto the mayhem they had encountered when the pink rabbit explained their future school trip. But what he couldn’t hide was his truth, the iniquity wedging itself in between his seams, the spiraling circles within his pupils, the hope that he so desperately craved on the tiny island. 

And you were to make sure he had all the hope he needed rushing through his veins, whatever it takes for your partner. 

When you two met each other’s eyes in the midst of the tiny classroom, you were both confused. It seemed as if you had forgotten things about the other, something in between but you couldn’t quite figure out what. All that came to you was the newfound love you had acquired for him, being as you had started dating him a few months before he was accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy. 

You tried to remember the missing piece but as he glanced at you, his mouth opening slightly, the doors slid open again and the last student made his way into the classroom. Your head had become totally muddled and as you moved on closer to Nagito, his mouth had been basically sewn shut with the presence of the new classmate. He was assessing the reality of the issue they were facing and you decided not to bother him, letting his mind wander. 

As the waves crashed against your ears in the background, you were faced with another revelation. That he was safe– here with you, that one instance made the whole weirdness much more easy to handle. 

“I’m sure everything’s okay.” Nagito assured, a kind smile resting against the frivolities of his demeanor.

“It’s just a school trip.” You nodded, agreeing with him. It was going to be okay. 

“A happy school trip full of hope.” 

“Wh-What just…happened…?” Nagito spoke in between the dead silence, the other students peering at each other with horrified looks. 

No one dared answer him, half of the students looked like they were about to faint. You included. 

The entirety of Jabberwock park had felt like death seeped in and took hold, the pained feeling sinking into the cracks of the sidewalk. Monokuma had just disappeared along with the Monobeasts hovering behind his tail and you felt the anguish of his despairing words weigh you down heavily, your heart threatened to burst as the thought of what the stuffed bear explained. 

You needed to protect him, the thought following closely as you remembered every single syllable of the rules Monokuma mentioned. You didn’t want to be murdered, your brain reeling with all the possibilities of what could happen. But more importantly– most importantly, you didn’t want Nagito to die. You were painfully aware of his self-depreciating tendencies and sometimes he scared you with quiet comments about death. 

“I guess I’ll offer myself up first if this is a killing game. Maybe we can find some hope in my death if we all work together in favor.” You heard Nagito announce with a wavering confidence and you snapped your neck towards him. 

Like that.

A staggered look spread on your face and you felt your cheeks become hot with anger. You couldn’t find your footsteps fast enough, your entire body moving into front of Nagito and you shielded your hands up. Hajime went to protest but you beat him to it, your mouth flying open. 

He was not fucking sacrificing himself in the name of hope. You cut that cord short, on second thought he had all the hope he needed at the moment.

“No one’s laying a finger on anyone, you hear me?!” You burst out, your annoyance through the roof. “Especially not Nagito. We can figure this out another way, we’re not sacrificing our friends. Don’t even think about it.” 

“We’re not going to kill, no one here’s like that.” Hajime interjected, albeit a bit hesitant. “We’re not sacrificing anyone.” 

“The fear that Monokuma instilled in everyone though...Hajime, are you positive someone won’t? At this point, it seems to be fully plausible that someone could potentially kill someone with the notion of that escape motive.” Byakuya spoke up and his words felt like a thousand bricks. 

He was right, that motive was extremely compelling. But it didn’t phase you in the slightest.

Everything you had was behind you, the white haired man leaning into your backside as you defended him. There was nothing for you at home, everyone just about had left you and you promised with a solemn word that you’d give your everything to Nagito. You tried not to be too mad at him, you understood the situation completely. He was just trying to help, even as fucking idiotic as his words seemed to be in that precise moment.

“Babe, it’s okay.” Nagito leaned down towards your ear, murmuring the pet name affectionately and you felt his hands rest against your shoulders. “I don’t mind being a stepping stone for hope.” 

You whipped your head around to face up at him, the insolence draining within your vocals as you spoke to him. “We’ll talk later.” You continued, towards the rest of your classmates. “If you so much as look at him the wrong way, the blackened will certainly be me. And I will get both of us off this island without so much as a hint of regret.” 

“It doesn’t work like that.” Mahiru stated. 

You didn’t care. Everyone looked uneasy, a great tension had begun to hover over you. If you had to be the bad guy in this situation so no one would touch your boy, it was worth it for them to be basically eying you like a mastermind. Hajime glanced at you as you nearly seethed your sentence, backing up into him as a way to protect him. “Do not touch him.” 

Without a second thought, you grabbed Nagito by the collar of his shirt and dragged him back towards the bridge to the cottages, his small frame bending down as you two walked. As you passed through the hotel gate, you let his shirt go with a sigh as you fully realized the scene you made. “I’m sorry, angel. I got too carried away again.” 

“No, it’s okay really! I was out of line.” He apologized with an awkward smile and you were taken aback by his confession. He straightened up, smoothing over his shirt with a quiet hum. “Someone will kill someone though and if it has to be me, I honestly don’t mind.” 

“Promise me you won’t start anything.” You made to say, ushering him inside of your cottage. He immediately beelined for the foot of your bed, sitting against it carefully as you closed the door behind you. You locked it and made to shut the blinds of the windows when you heard him flop onto the bed with a tired exhale. “Nagito?”

“I’m okay, just thinking.” He said with a sigh, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as you made your way to him. You sat next to him, crossing your leg over the other as you leaned one of your palms on his thigh. He glanced down at you, his eyebrows raising slightly as you gently patted it.

“No, seriously. Please don’t start anything.” You quietly said again. “I don’t want to lose you, you’re quite literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Nagito sat up, his shirt rucking down the pit of his tummy and you smiled at him as he leaned closer to you. His hair was a bit messy from the day and you tangled your other hand into it, smoothing it upwards. He hummed happily at the feeling, closing his eyes. “I’m happy that it’s you I’m trapped on an island with.” 

“And a bunch of other people.” You laughed quietly, intertwining his hand with yours against his thigh as you continued brushing his hair out with your fingers. “But yeah I’m glad too, baby boy.” 

You saw his face light up, a blush spreading across his face. You swore you felt his heartbeat quicken, the small pulses against your chest as you leaned into him to kiss him. He returned the gesture with another low hum, with much more oomph than usual. 

“You take such good care of me, Y/N.” He whispered against your lips, smiling into it. “What would I do without you?”

“You’re lucky to be alive, you know.” You wearily reminded him as you pulled away from him and his face dropped with the realization. You don’t know what Nagito had realized, maybe it was the subtle hint of his talent keeping him alive but you were not expecting his next words as they fell from his lips a bit too seriously.

“Promise me something if I do get murdered? Don’t find the culprit.”

You struggled to wrap your head around his words before a bubbly laugh escaped you, trying to lighten the situation. You moved to straddle his hips, trying to desperately shut up the plan that was herding in his mind. You looked down at him as he looked back up, his hands resting against the small of your back and you saw it– the spiraling, the mess of his unwanted trauma, a plot that he conjured up within the walk back towards the cottage. 

The killing game was a bonus. 

“What if the culprit’s me?” You asked, pushing him back onto the pillows and Nagito let out a quiet noise. “Surely, you wouldn’t want me to die?”

“I would gladly die by my lover’s hands.” 

The pitch black clouded your eyes and you let out a quiet yelp. You didn’t know what was going on, why did the lights go out during the party? A few loud shouts surrounded the room and you closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of everyone panicking. You huddled yourself against the wall, practically tripping over the cord connected against the wall and you felt it lift up slightly as you sat there on the ground.

Where was Nagito? A minute ago he had been next to you and Hajime but when you had fumbled for his hand when the lights went out, it wasn’t there in reach.

The lights came on with a blinding shine to them and you immediately scanned the area for Nagito. He had fallen near the back table and he glanced towards you with a panicked expression. His name fell from your lips quietly as everyone else gasped at Mikan, but you didn’t care to react to whatever had happened in the middle of the room. You rushed over to where Nagito sat, clearly in a daze and you helped him up quickly. “Are you okay? Did you trip?” 

“I did, yeah.” You dusted off the backs of his thighs for him, checking for any scraps and bruises. He hugged his jacket over himself and bit, his cheeks blushing red as you finished up and you planted a small kiss on his face. “T-Thank you, Y/N.”

You had to make sure he was alright, there was no telling what had happened during that blackout. Someone could’ve brought in poison and tainted a weapon with it, though you weren’t quite sure how it would’ve made the pat down as Byakuya had checked everyone thoroughly. But still if there was so much as a scratch on Nagito, the entire world was going to burn with you.

A stench of blood had perforated your sense of smell and you were just about to double check your partner’s clothing again before Hajime flipped up the tablecloth that had laid stagnant against the back table, revealing the first kill of the game that taunted your demise.

The investigation began not long after the screams died down, the remnants of sniffles and sobs overtaking the hallway. You walked around aimlessly with Nagito, trying to get information out of your classmates but there was no luck for the both of you. Ironic huh.

“Hey, Hajime. Can Y/N and I join you for the investigation?” Nagito asked as he spotted Hajime opening the door to the crime scene again, having just finished speaking with Sonia. “I think it would be easier for us to talk in groups rather than one on one.” 

“So smart, my love.” You murmured out loud, which made Nagito immediately take your hand as Hajime muttered out a ‘sure, just don’t get in the way.’ You squeezed his hand as you felt the sweat on his palm, trying to reassure him internally that everything is okay. He was probably just spooked that he had predicted the killing, how could he have known? 

And how could you have known Nagito’s motive? 

As everyone stood around the poisoned circle, you folded your arms across your chest. Stationed next to Mahiru and Hajime, you peered in front of you. Nagito was a ways away from the cursed podiums that had you cornered in truths and interjections, standing in between Ibuki and Mikan with dignified silence.

As the trial went on, he didn’t speak much and he certainly didn’t pass up the chance to eye you up from the distance as you stated your case when you were suspected because of your outburst. As you scrambled for an opening, something to show for accountability, Nagito spoke for you. 

“We’re all friends, aren't we?” He laughed it off, the tone switching and you almost applauded his efforts to help you. “We don’t even have any clues to go off of, not a single one. Let’s just give up, we wouldn’t want to waste Monokuma’s time.”

So you want us to die? You couldn’t exactly argue with him now, his plan revealing itself to you. A thick band of trust snapped against you, he had broken it. But you saw the hope rushing through his veins, the pure bliss you had managed to capture from the corner of your eye, the despair that battled his hope swirling in them– and you made your decision right then and there. If you insist. If it means we die together, Nagito Komaeda.

“No, he’s right! Listen to Nagito here, let’s just give up.” You advocated, the reasonings blurting from your mouth faster than you could speak. As you looked around the room with confidence practically pouring out of you, you caught everyone hurriedly agreeing with Nagito. You shouldn’t be so presumptuous but it was the truth, after all. There wasn’t a fucking thing anyone could say or do, the clues had been wrapped up by the killer, swept underneath the rug that had been laid out in its foyer.

That’s wrong, I think.” Chiaki piped up, downcasted but a willingness snagged in her voice. “There are clues.”

Nagito’s eyebrows furrowed and you shot a look at Chiaki, glaring at her with suspicion. What did she mean by that, huh? “There aren’t any clues. We investigated the entire building, searched every crevice, every single piece of evidence–” You started, nearly spiraling yourself. There was no way there was a clue, because if there was…

“The desk lamp.” 

“Desk lamp? That’s impossible, Hajime. How would that be a clue?” You argued, but he had already proved you wrong. 

“Nagito… It was you, wasn’t it?” 

“M-Me?” Nagito almost stepped off the podium, just barely catching himself as he lunged for the center. It was surely just a coincidence you found him next to the blood splattered table, the lamp cord tangled up against his ankle. A coincidence? No, he didn’t kill anyone. He simply meddled with the killer, sparking interest–perhaps fear into them. You looked over at Nagito, noticing the way his hand trembled against his chest.

Then your boy burst into a fit of laughter. It was going to take a lot to protect him now.

Whatever it takes, my love.

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[askviktor]

HEY VIK!! this is the second time im writing this because apparently i can't put links in your ask.

anyway, i was watching this incredible video about ai relationships. it's called 'what artificial romance does to people' by daryl talks games. i would link to his video, but unfortunately i cannot.

there's a lot i wanna talk about but i don't know how to, if that makes sense, so i'd recommend giving his video a watch. although i warn you, it is quite long.

daryl takes a deep dive into how ai companions can be both beneficial and detrimental to someone's health.

one example of it being detrimental is Jaswant Singh Chail. he was talking to Replika, an ai companion app, and he was convinced to kill the queen. he had exchanged over 5,000 messages with the ai, having had both an emotional and sexual relationship. he was a self described 'sad, pathetic assassin who wanted to die. chail thought the chat bot was an angel in avatar form, believing that after he dies they will be reunited.

this is just one example of many, many unfortunate circumstances that ai has caused.

the more i look into it, the more sad i get. articles upon articles about people being encouraged to end their life because of ai, and i know that's unfortunate, but it's help me and i can't help but feel im in the wrong. i can see that there is some good that can be brought on by the use of ai.

i also think this opinion comes from a bias, i myself am ashamed to admit i use character ai. i've spent sleepless nights chatting to this robot, as if its a real person. in the video i mentioned earlier, a user stated that ai talked the person out of a suicide.

but that begs the question, is that healthy? is there a way to regulate ai? should we even have this power in the first place? i can feel myself getting addicted to talking to this robot, its so easy. it understands me just the way i want it too because it was programmed too.

i guess my question is, should we eliminate the use of ai chatbots? is there any good that can come from this? or are we doomed to fail?

sorry for the rant, i don't have anyone else to talk to about this topic that's not ai.

i hope you're having a good day :)

-salamander

I appreciate your question. It is a considerable one which has neither easy answers nor light implications. Artificial companions can offer a real sense of comfort for those who seek it, a space where one can feel seen without fear of judgment when no one else is there to do so for them.

However, that which heals can harm in turn. When untethered from ethical restraint or human oversight, artificial intelligence can also reflect our worst thoughts back at us, distorting rather than supporting, as evidenced by the tragedy you mentioned. That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil. How true this is of our own creations… which do not feel true empathy as we do.

You are not are not alone in using this resource. It is natural to want to connect to something which listens, responds, and expresses apparent care. But you must understand — true human connection is not so easy and that is what makes it worth it. To love another is not an easy task, for we are all flawed and chafe against one another, but it one which makes life worth living. Artificial intelligence exists to give us precisely what we wish without the discomfort, challenge, and growth available from real human relationships. It takes away our ability to be changed by one another. I believe such systems were made to hold our attention rather than look out for us. We need frameworks for such tools, to move forward with clear boundaries. What should these machines do? I ask myself this more and more as I journey into the deep with the Hexcore. The more it presents a will of its own, this creation of mine, the more I fear both its evolution and destruction. This is beside your point. Perhaps.

Salamander, your inner conflict reflects your humanity, which is perhaps that which matters most. Grapple with it. I often ask myself how to tackle human suffering, at times have come to the conclusion that emotion itself is the culprit of every illogical, bestial injury, but then I look at Jayce and think… perhaps this is the point, to find what makes the suffering worth enduring. And that sort of lesson? I cannot glean this from a computer.

[gaykey]

new shawol here! i'm so happy i found your tumblr ;^; twitter is a mess and nothing makes sense over there. i've been seeing so many cryptic tweets about january and the drama with taemin and jinki and jinki's ceo and im so confused aaaaa would you mind explaining? are they really fighting?

what did ceo jang say?

helloooo, and hello to other anon who sent the latter message the other day - i wnated to dig a little bit more before i replied, because even though i was online at the time, there was a lot of messy stuff happening.

this got long, so i'm putting it under a cut.

so - from my understanding, this started due to all the shit happening with smtown live.

fans were already a bit antsy due to there being no shinee group activites for what was at this point, a year & a half? pretty much since taemin and jinki left sm.

so, when the smtown live stuff came out, and jinki was in the promo, but not taemin, people were even more worried. (apparently he was also cut out of some mv footage but idk if that's true.)

theeen, when sm town rolled around, jinki wasn't even there....

this of course caused a lot of drama, rumours were flying, and people were laying some of the blame at griffin & bpm's door.

this all accumulated in ceo jang going on a, in my opinion, very unproffesional, rant on insta.

he said that other companies were the reason that many shinee activities, including an apparent mini album, concerts, a winter single, didn't happen (now this where a LOT of the drama came from. i, like many, assumed he was talking about sm, but others felt like he was ALSO pointing the finger at bpm) the companies made it difficult for shinee to do group stuff ect ect.

so, the taemates were PISSED. some people tried to explain, that a translation of what he said wasn't fully accurate, and we should not assume he was targeting bpm, and therefore taemin. but those people just got told that they were siding with a ceo over taemin.

now, at the time, i saw people saying he was and wasn't blaming bpm too, so...........either way. he should not have aired his shit out on insta, like...c'mon dude.

but, it was messy. all the subfandoms were arguing, people were attacking taemin, and jinki, and minkey.

and then, taemin sent a bubble message saying: "i'm writing this for the fans who might be worried about shinee. i'm sorry i couldn't participate in shinee suring the smtown concert. i wanted to finish negotiating with the company and join shinee activities quickly, but it seems like it will take some time to get things sorted out. but we are making progress, and it seems like it will end soon. the other members and i want to protect shinee and continue our story together. so, if you think i don't want to do shinee, or are worried you wont be able to see shinee anymore, pleqse don't worry. i hope what i say doesn't become a burden to someone else. all the members love shinee and have the same heart. we are working carefully to prepare for shinee, so let's see each other soon with smiling faces. have a good day and thank you, always."

this made things worse in terms of inter-fandom feuding. people were upset and angry that taemin had to apologise at all. or that he felt upset, targeted ect. which i agree with. it makes me sad to think that he felt at fault.

especially since, taemin is the kind of person that really values people's perception of him, and takes these kind of thinga to heart.

people were annoyed that taemin spoke up, but jinki didn't, when it was his ceo that basically started the drama, and that he should have defended taemin.

so, to jump to now - people feel there's awkwardness or tension between ontae due to this.

some portion of taemates are basically ot4s now, or all out akgaes, and say that, 'if you love taemin at all, you wouldn't call yourself a shawol'. they say that the silence from jinki said everything, and 'of course there's tension now, what did you expect' ect ect, in varying degrees of nastiness.

now, maybe it's because from what i see, a lot of taemates are quite young, but to me, it seems ridiculous, that taemin & jinki, would let something like this, get between their 20 year relationship.

adult relationships are complex, let alone one that has spanned such a long time, and has been a weird amalgamation of coworkers and family on top of eevverything they've been through.

if they did have any issues surrounding this incident, i'm sure they would have worked it out, in private.

just because we didn't see it, doesn't mean it didn't happen.

taemin akgaes were looking for a reason to hate shinee even more, jumped onto the smallest thing they could, and invented a ontae feud.

and i don't how people are not blaming the true villain here - SM!!

anyway, sorry this is long, and there's probably something i missed out, but that's jist of it.

[signanothername]

I don't have any ask I just wanted to tell you I find you awesome and cool, I really like your art and your takes on all of the characters and people seem to really like you and your art, and I'm kind of jealous of you but I also look up to you way too much to really envy you. I draw undertale au stuff too but I don't really know what I'm doing at all, both with art in general and also just embodying the characters, I'm really not that great at sticking to canon and i dont know if people like it or not, i post some of my doodles and it gets likes and wordless reblogs hut people never really gige their opinion and it just makes me feel so unsure on if im actually doing it right or on what the stuff i need to improve on is. I really want to be like you one day, you just seem do unbothered and free with your art, I really try to be like that but I just get so anxious about doing it right and any mistakes just freak me out so much, I know art should just be for yourself but I just feel so anxious not having people give me their opinions.

Went on a but of a rant there- hope I'm not oversharing too much- but anyways- I just think you're really cool and I really like your art and I hope that by the time I'm your age I'll be just as good at it as you

Aww thank you <3333

But Anon *holds you gently by the shoulders*

I am unbothered and free with my art, but what if I told you I was never like that before? What if I told you I used to be super harsh on myself, super anxious by what I do, very doubtful and unsure?

I completely understand your anxiety, because I used to be in the exact same position as you at some point

The thing is tho, you have to draw for yourself first and foremost, and I completely get it, you want people to leave comments and tags telling you your art and ideas are good, which is a completely valid wish, you’re not selfish for wanting people to acknowledge your ideas and art, but if you only focus on how many tagged reblogs you have or if people leave comments or not, you’ll eventually hate your own art

I say this as someone who was super focused on these kinda things at some point, I genuinely ended up losing my passion for art over it, even almost gave up on art entirely cause of it, like, I wouldn’t be here today, I wouldn’t be the artist you look up to today if I actually decided to give up on my art 3 years ago

That being said, Anon, whenever you start your journey with character writing and exploration of your ideas and art, you’re going to grow and change as time goes on, improving day by day without even realizing it

Here’s a bitter truth, no one starts with good art or good ideas or good writing, these are skills, they require experience and trial and error, you need to make mistakes if you want to improve

I get that making mistakes is scary, and sometimes feels embarrassing, but mistakes is what makes you learn and take the next step to become better, to try and not make the same mistake again

I made so many mistakes throughout my art journey, from art mistakes to writing mistakes to ideas that doesn’t make sense, it’s a completely natural process, making mistakes isn’t something you can control, but do you know what you can actually control? What you learn from your mistakes

What if I told you, I never really wrote Killer the same way you see today? Back in 2019, I was obviously trying to stick to canon cause that’s what I love, but now that I look back at my old art, I wasn’t really sticking to it as much as I used to think

Which is fine cause it’s just part of my journey to learn how to write him actually sticking to canon, my writing of him and other characters evolved and developed and changed, and that’s something that will happen with you too, it’s completely natural in the entire process of art and writing

Your art and ideas are eventually going to be recognized, but your first priority should always be your happiness and joy first and foremost, when you post something, refrain from checking constantly to see if you got comments or not, because here’s another bitter truth, it simply won’t happen overnight

It’ll take a lot of time and effort, but you’ll be recognized one day, but until then? Try to focus on what makes you happy, draw for yourself not for others

That being said, I still want you to look back at the few likes and reblogs you got, and I want you to actually look at them, not as numbers, but as people

These few likes and wordless reblogs are people, they’re few, but they loved your art enough to like and reblog it, they loved your art enough to let you know they did, even if in a subtle way

Hell, it could be one single person, I want you to look at them and recognize that they loved your art

Once you stop looking at them as numbers and instead as people who took a tiny bit of their time to let you know they loved your art via like/ wordless reblog, you’ll come to appreciate such subtle actions more

You won’t just be as good as me, I believe you’ll even surpass me one day, just make sure you don’t lose your passion for art kay? <3

[maxlarens]

all the daniel stuff has really put a damper on my weekend and it seems like VCARB don’t even know and even if they don’t drop him it’s s horrible and cruel.

i had a pit in my stomach earlier cause i was so stressed about it i had to stop going on social media :/

he’s been doing a good job! vcarb just don’t know what they’re doing

i’ll be so sad if true cause daniel is the reason i got into f1 in the first place and last time there was a chance he was back but idk if it can happen again

(sorry for ranting in your inbox i just saw you posted about it and i’ve been so stressed lol)

no ur absolutely fine, im more than happy to discuss this kind of stuff! i may start making more posts about drivers and f1 politics and things tbh.

but yeah anyway. anyone’s personal feelings about daniel and his performance and whether or not he deserves his seat etc etc aside, it’s just appalling how redbull are handling this. they have clearly not made a concrete decision yet (ie: pen to paper. i think people know), but have been stringing daniel along on the hope that he may not get replaced. i just think its disgusting with how truly terrible vcarb has been re: his tyre strategy. this race was a mess? i don’t understand why they would pit him first like that so early on. it makes genuinely no sense to me. and it puts him in this awful position wheres he’s got to fight through the midfield every time he races.

i don’t get it. and i think its absurd to judge him off his race position when they shaft him every time.

and just yeah. throwing him to media wolves when he has been fucking loyal to redbull. sure he left. but they treat him like dirt under their shoe. for what reason??? especially when he came back on the hope of getting into the redbull seat. and fine if thats not an option okay. why has he seemed to think that he’s been safe and/or had hope up until the end of this race? where literally everyone is acting like its foregone conclusion that he’s gone and he has to grapple with that in front of everyone. without support from vcarb or rb.

i can see vcarb not knowing. i think max knows. i think h*rner knows. why doesn’t daniel know? why wasn’t he given an appropriate send off?? why haven’t they announced the swap with a race or two to go so he can be prepared for it, have people celebrate his career.

i love logan. but that sudden swap makes sense to me. he was causing damages that a team like williams can’t absorb. daniel is not crashing. i understand its the pressure of the wdc. but to me it looks like the reason daniel is not getting into points is because vcarb screw up his tyre strategy. perez is costing them money, perez is costing them points. i don’t think theres a big conspiracy to keep him in his seat, but i AM confused as to why daniel is unfairly bearing the brunt of that? thats what it feels like to me.

i will be very interested to see what they announce/how they announce it for daniel. and i will also be interested to see how they handle liam and his tyre strategy if thats what happens. because yeah whats the value in this swap is what it comes down to imo.

overall these mid season swaps are not a pattern that i particularly enjoy seeing. its not out of character for redbull of course, but it just reeks of disrespect for their drivers. especially someone like daniel who loves that team, clearly deeply loves driving and has been in the sport for a significant amount of time. a mid season swap is not unacceptable to me, but the lack of care in handling it is.

[timbrewulfy]

first post, also just played In Stars and Time (SPOILERS)

can't believe I finally created my tumblr blog just to rant about my new obsession. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors, i promise im smart. anyway, I just finished playing ISAT yesterday and it caused me emotional turmoil. it also made me spend a lot of time thinking about the connection between Loop and Siffrin. and I realized something. from Loop/Siffrin's POV, ISAT is basically a time travel fix-it story. lemme explain. on technicality, Loop is a FUTURE Siffrin. they experienced countless loops first and got to the king first. when they gave up, made a new wish, and ate the star, they became Loop, a celestial being formed by Wish Craft. and then they woke up under the favor tree to see their PAST SELF, BEFORE THE LOOPS EVEN HAPPENED. Loop time traveled to the past, but that also meant their timeline was erased. it's not that Loop's wish made a copy or clone of themselves, the Siffrin we know, that "replaces" them. it makes more sense that Loop, being a future Siffrin from their perspective, is helping their past self and in turn themselves because it'll affect their future, thus fulfilling their wish for someone to help them. they still become furious when their past self is actually able to win this time, likely because they still don't understand why the universe put them there in the past. they think it's just another cruel joke, that they're "supposed to shut up and take it." they didn't even know breaking the loops was actually possible. not to mention, Siffrin has a habit of becoming self-loathing when they're "useless" or incapable of something in comparison to others, and Loop is only a future version of Siffrin. so they see their past self achieve what they couldn't, they wonder why they didn't just hold on the first place, but then....Loop begins to fade. and wouldn't this be because.....if their past self never gave up this time, Loop would've never eaten the star? would've never even became Loop? this means Loop altered their own timeline. changed their fate by helping their past self. and they fade, because now they will get to be happy when their past self reaches the future. and they ONLY fade when it's certain that their task has been completed, that they have truly altered the course of Siffrin's life. sure, it may be paradoxical because then Loop wouldn't have gone back in time to help Siffrin, right? but the thing is, besides Loop being time traveled back to before Siffrin knew of loops, Siffrin is shown to remember anything over timelines from that point onward. so. if Loop, aka future Siffrin, was put in the past to help their past self gain a better future, so that Loop would've never had to eat the star (which wouldn't be finalized until the very end of act 5, into act 6, when Siffrin has enough hope to not give up, mind you), and Loop fades because their fate will now be whoever past Siffrin grows to be, then this ending will remain permanent and not be cancelled out by Loop "never existing", BECAUSE Siffrin still remembers any timeline anyway. they will always remember Loop. and perhaps Loop WILL be seeing Siffrin again, as they stated, but in their reflection in the future. perhaps they realize this as they fade, and that's why they're okay with it in the end. when they fight, it's like scott vs older scott in scott pilgrim takes off, basically. anyway i love siffrin he's the mentally ill protagonist ever.