#i ordered the wrong shoe size lol

[number1abbasupporter]

why are there different shoe sizes for men and women???? its stupid and annoying and I hate it

[fisheito]

my princess nonsense is being encouraged watch ouyt imabout to be eneaabled

OK WHATF ATHAT'S SO CUTE I HAD TO MAKE IT i know realistically there's little to no chance that rei DOESN'T know how to work heels 🤣 BUT IMAGINE.....ING.... YAKUMO GENTLY GUIDING REI IN HEELS, WEEKS BEFORE THE BIG GALA AND HAVING NONE OF HIS NORMAL FEAR OF PHYSICAL TOUCH BC HIS [TEACHER MODE] IS OVERRIDING HIS INSECURITY

[arc852]

28. Distortion

Definition: the action of distorting or the state of being distorted.

Summary: After months of playing this 'game' with Joel, Jimmy is finally caught by the human and fearing for his life. But something seems off about this. Didn't this happen already?

G/t: Joel is normal-sized, Jimmy is a borrower

Warnings: nightmares, fear, and being treated like a pet (briefly)

Word Count: 898

AO3 Link

This is part 2 to Out of Reach! Read that one first or you'll be a little confused!

I'm a bit sick right now and just wrote this in the last half hour-ish, so hopefully this all makes sense lol. I hope you guys enjoy!

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 Jimmy was on the floor this time, when Joel came home.

 Jimmy tensed, caught out right in the middle of the living room, his closest exit a good several feet away. He didn’t know if he would make it but as he felt Joel’s eyes land on him, he knew he had to try.

 So Jimmy ran. He ran as fast as he could, his fear fueled adrenaline pushing him even more. But something was happening. No matter how far Jimmy ran, his escape remained the same distance away. But how was that possible? Jimmy was moving, he knew he was moving.

 The living room seemed to stretch around him, becoming a long hallway as his entrance back into the walls grew farther and farther away. Jimmy tried to keep running but he was being pushed to his limit. He felt slower.

 There was a loud thud coming from right behind him. Jimmy jumped and stopped running in order to turn around and look. Joel was there, his shoe only inches away from Jimmy’s body. Jimmy backed away, his whole body trembling as he tried to look up at Joel’s face.

 Nothing.

 He couldn’t make out Joel’s face for some reason. It was there, he knew it was there, he could make out a large, cruel grin but when he actually tried to pinpoint the details, it was as if things were warped or clouded. It was strange but Jimmy didn’t have time to think much of it as Joel knelt down, his hand reaching for Jimmy.

 Jimmy gasped at the incoming hand and tried to turn back around to run. He pushed himself but he was stuck, unmoving despite his feet taking one step after the other. He turned back around just in time for Joel’s hand to wrap around his body, completely encompassing him in the hand and only leaving half his chest and his head free.

 He squirmed in the grip, fear taking hold of him. He tried pushing back against it but the grip only got tighter. Jimmy stopped, fearing that he would be unable to breath if he kept it up.

 He was brought up to Joel’s face and Jimmy squinted, trying his best to look. Static invaded his vision, but he could still see that malicious smile on his face, his eyes filled with glee now that he had caught his prey.

 “Well, well, well.” Joel chuckled. “Looks like I finally won.” 

 Jimmy couldn’t help but whimper as Joel’s laugh grated on his ears. No, this couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be caught!

 “Now I get to decide what I should do with you. Hmm…you were quite fun to play with. Maybe some sort of pet?” Joel said with another bit of laughter.

 Jimmy shook his head, eyes shut tight as he tried to keep his tears from falling. This was wrong. This shouldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening. He--He…he…

 Wait.

 This was wrong because…hadn’t this already happened? Joel had…caught him already. But not like this. What…What was going on?

 “Hey!” Joel yelled, voice angry. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, pet.” 

 Jimmy yelped in fear and opened his eyes despite himself. No, no, this wasn’t right. Joel hadn’t been angry. It had been a misunderstanding, right? 

 Joel’s grip around his body got even tighter and Jimmy felt like he couldn’t breath. He tried to gasp but he couldn’t even do that.

 No, no! This was wrong. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong--

 Jimmy woke up with a gasp. He sat up straight, clutching his chest and breathing as deeply and as much as he could. He let his breathing slow and his mind catch up as he looked around his room.

 He was safe. He was in the walls. It had just been a nightmare.

 Jimmy laid back down, staring at the ceiling. Getting caught wasn’t something his mind had just made up though. He had been caught, finally, by Joel earlier. But not…not like that. The Joel in his nightmare was the Joel that had plagued him for months. He’d have nightmares like this a lot, of Joel catching him and either keeping or killing him.

 But Joel, in real life, had caught him. And it was nothing like his nightmare. Joel had been kind. He had been sorry. Sorry that he hadn’t noticed Jimmy’s fear.

 Jimmy let out a breath. He couldn’t really blame Joel, honestly. He had hid his fear pretty well all things considered. Had met his banter with some of his own. It was no wonder Joel had seen it as a game.

 Maybe he should talk to him. Not now, of course, it was the middle of the night. But later. Maybe…maybe they could start over.

 His nightmare wasn’t real. He knew that to be a hundred percent true. Maybe that’s why Joel’s face had been warped. He knew it had been Joel in his dream but looking back, he couldn’t actually see Joel’s face. It had made it even more terrifying, honestly. But easier for awake Jimmy to distinguish nightmare Joel from real Joel.

 Jimmy sighed and turned over, snuggling deeper into his blankets. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he would go out there and talk to Joel about all of this.

 But for now, he would go back to sleep.

 Hopefully this time without any more nightmares.

[glostuffbear]

Twins -miya osamu x femreader

Idea just came to me. What if Miya Osamu or Miya Atsumu dated someone who had a twin (and didn't know they had a twin lol). One day the twins decide to prank/test them.

"Do you have siblings?"

"Yeah, a sister. But we don't live together anymore since our parents split. I don't see her often."

Fast forward five years later, me and Gin have graduated and moved out of our troublesome family situation. For the first time we've been able to just sit down and catch up with each other. There were tears, there were laughs, there were long stories of what we've been up to.

And then, the big question pops up.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I stop drinking the smoothie I had ordered and freeze in my tracks. I look up at my identical twin. She has the same facial features at me. Same eye color, same long lashes, same face shape. We even have the same hair color and over the course of time neither one of us have changed its style since the time we split apart.

She is my identical twin, who I never told Osamu I have.

"Y-yeah."

She must have noticed my frown because she mirrors it and tilts her head.

"What's wrong?"

"I.... never told Osamu I had a twin. I told him I had a sister... But..."

"You never told him we were identical." She finishes. I nod my head.

"We can go to the Onigiri place he owns and introduce you properly. He's a twin himself actually so he'll probably get a kick out of it." I propose.

A sneaky smile spreads across Gin's face as she takes another sip of her own smoothie. It reminds me of all the evil schemes she used to cook up when we were little kids.

"You don't say. Another twin huh? I have an idea."

"Gin..."

"Hear me out...."

"What if we trade clothes and pay your boyfriend a visit? See if we can tell it's not you." She suggests.

"I don't know Gin. Osamu and his twin Atsumu have played the same trick on me over the phone and it doesn't feel great--"

"All the more reason to do it! Come on! Just this once for old times sake. Aren't you curious?" She presses.

In all honesty, I am.

We decide to go visit his shop. Beforehand we exchange clothes and she asks me some general questions to not tip him off.

"What do you call him, dotingly?"

"'Samu."

"What do you usually get?"

"I like the salmon onigiri."

"Where did you guys meet?"

"He was part of the volleyball team in school with his twin. I helped out."

"What's his twin's name?"

"Atsumu."

"Got it. Alright. I'm going in."

She pats down my clothes, which fit her perfectly because we're the same size and height. Even our shoe sizes match.

She smiles reassuringly at me and squeezes my hand before she crosses the street to where the Onigiri shop is.

"Don't worry, I'll stop before anything happens."

"Okay Gin. Good luck."

She crosses the street and enters the shop. I give it a minute before crossing the street as well and looking through one of the windows of the shop.

"Hey 'Samu."

The man turns around, carrying some freshly made tuna in his arms. He offers a warm smile back and takes on of his hands off the white bowl to wave.

"Hey. Take seat I'll be right there, Love."

She goes to the front booth and takes a seat crisscross on the stool. She takes out your phone (yes you two even went as far as to swap phones and passwords to get in). She smiles fondly down at the picture of the two of you.

During movie night one time, Osamu fell asleep with his head on your shoulder. You couldn't help take a picture of the two of you. It became your favorite couple photo. Honestly, you two are really cute together. Gin's happy that you have found someone that makes you happy.

"Hey. What are ya doin' here?"

Gin's head turns a little. Unbeknownst to her, a man that looks crazy similar to your boyfriend has taken seat next to her. Gin immediately deduces it to be the other twin. Confidently she puts up a friendly smile.

"Atsumu. I came to surprise 'Samu. I was around the area." She explains.

Atsumu hums and lifts up a mug he had brought with him. He takes a thoughtful sip and brings the mug down again. It goes unnoticed by Gin that Atsumu stares at her out of the corner of his eye suspiciously.

Osamu returns around the booth and wipes his hands off on a clean towel.

"Hey, Love. What brings ya here?" He asks.

"I came to see you. And to eat some salmon onigiri please." She hums, beaming at him.

"Ya ate salmon onigir yesterday." He chuckles.

"Yeah but I want more today."

"Okay. It's comin' right up. I thought that's what you'd order." He hums back.

"Thanks. You're the best 'Samu."

She reaches out and grabs one of his hands, warmly rubbing over his hand with her thumb. He looks down at their hands and then looks back at her face.

He doesn't say anything, but it's clear that he's thinking. He doesn't pull his hand away though.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" She asks playfully.

He blinks and frowns a little.

"Um.... are you..... feeling okay? Or did 'tsumu trick ya into somethin'?" He asks quizically.

"No."

She glances at Atsumu who has turned in his stool to really look at her. Apparently both sense that something fishy is going on. Not bad.

"No I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You're talkin' kinda funny. It's not like you. I don't know.... you just.... feel different today." 'Samu explains. He sounds confused but before he can interrogate her more, a bell in the kitchen dings for him.

Saved by the bell, Osamu goes off and gives her an opportunity to regroup herself.

"So, where is she?"

Gin's head turns slowly towards Atsumu. He's leaning in, elbow on the counter and head in his palm. He's smiling at her, like someone who finally understood a good job.

"Who?"Gin asks, already knowing what he means.

"You know. Your twin. Or should I say, our twin. The one we know." He explains.

Words catch in her throat, she doesn't know what else to say to keep the game going. Atsumu chuckles.

"Come on. Me and 'Samu's played this game before. I know when a twin is trying be their other twin when it happens. You two are tryin' to prank us right?" Atsumu presses.

Well the gig is up. Gin sighs in defeat and rests her hands on the counter.

"I just wanted to test her boyfriend. See if he's worthy of my sister. We haven't spoken in forever and as soon as we moved away from our parent's home, she reached out to me first. She's so kind. All this time she never forgot about me. I want to make sure she's not with some jerk." She explains.

"I get it. Ha. Knew I was right. She's always so meek and shy. She sits in the back because she doesn't wanna distract Osamu. You're too outgoing to be her." Atsumu notes.

"I'll play along with your game for now." He adds.

"Thanks."

"But I ain't letting ya get any farther than hand holding and hugs got it?"

"I wasn't going to go any farther anyways."

Osamu returns from the kitchen with the salmon onigir and presents it in front of Gin with a heart around it. She smiles down at plate and then up at Osamu.

"Thanks 'Samu."

"Sure." He nods. There is still that quizzical expression on his face. He raises an eyebrow at his twin brother, but he only shrugs back in return.

"What did ya do today?" Osamu asks conversationally.

"I went out with an old friend of mine. We haven't each other in a while."

"Oh, cool. Which friend?"

"You wouldn't know her."

He does a double take of her and averts his gaze to lemonade processor. He fills up a lemonade cup and brings it for her.

"Did ya remember to pick up the groceries asked you to get fa' me this morning?" He asks.

Uh-oh. Something about that question sounds like a test. She glances at Atsumu who gives a subtle shake of his head.

"I.... think I forgot. I don't remember you telling me. I had plans already in my head this morning so it must have slipped my mind." She replies. He hums and turns away, busying himself with pulling the new mobile orders on his computer.

"Then, what was my volleyball number in high school?"

She blinks at him.

"Sorry?"

He repeats himself once more and this time side eyes her suspiciously as he does. He was onto her. She glances at Atsumu who lowers his hands to hide them under the counter.

"Don't help her Atsumu." Osamu orders.

She glances back up at him and makes a sad puppy face, hoping for some mercy.

"I-I don't remember Osamu."

"Really?"

He turns back around to them and approaches Gin, eyes squarely on her face.

"You know the second you came in I've been havin' a weird feelin' ya. You don't act right and you can't remember what my jersey number was. You would know that." He accuses.

Gin holds back the urge to smirk.

"I'm just tired today 'Samu--"

"I've figured it out. You're not my girl are ya?"

Her silence is enough for him.

"I remember she told me once in high school that she had a sister. She just never told me her sister was a twin sister. Am I right?"

"About time you figured it out." Atsumu hums.

"Shut up. Were you in on this 'Tsumu?"

"No. I just figured it out a little before you." He teases, sticking his tongue out in victory. Osamu sighs and stares pleasingly at Gin.

"Where's my girl?"

She ends up calling her and admitting that they passed her test. Seconds later she walks through the doors with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry Osamu." She apologizes. Osamu meets her half way and hugs her. He can't pin point why, but all of a sudden he really misses her.

"It's fine. I'll consider pay back for when me and Atsumu did it." He accepts.

He kisses her forehead and takes another good look at her.

"You're not a triplet are ya?"

She laughs shakes her head.

"Yeah? What's my--"

You're jersey number is 11. It was a black and golden uniform. You were an awesome wing spiker. You like pudding--"

He interrupts her with a kiss to her lips and turns her face beet red.

"'Samu! We're in public!" She complains.

"Sorry. Just wanted to make sure." He smiles.

[somecunttookmyurl]

Quick question as I am slowly working my way through the website debating an order lol. In your wearing expertise to Demonia platforms run to size or do you need to order a size below/above your actual size?

you're not going to like my answer to this because in truth i don't have one

see i'm a uk 4.5. most manufacturers do not produce half sizes and this includes demonia. i always order size 4s for platforms (you want them to be a little snug rather than a little loose for stability sake) and 5s for like. running shoes

i couldn't tell you if a demonia 4 is big or small for a 4 because i... am not a 4 myself i just have to buy shoes a half size wrong anyway but all the time

[pompadorbz]

Any specific notes you’ve got on the thought process behind each student’s new uniform changes for the THH cast? And are you planning to do some for the SDR2 and V3 cast as well?

Note: Anon is referring to these designs!Hmm kinda! There are some choices I made more deliberately than others, although not many characters go as deep as the one note I had about Taka's design. But I'll happily go through the ones that I didn't!Mondo - I initially didn't have Mondo's blazer be embroidered, but considering it's such a stick-out feature of his canon design, it felt wrong not keeping it. Additionally, Mondo is a little bit scrawnier here, for lack of a better word, and that's deliberate! These are supposed to be the students at their first year of the academy, so I wanted to make Mondo seem a little younger!

Taka - I'm not gonna reiterate here so instead here's the post where I talk about him a lil. Lol.

Celeste - Girl is absolutely fighting for her LIFE with this uniform, and for what its worth she found a pretty good balance! The dress underneath is a JSK of her own design, and kinda meant to be reminiscent of earlier EGL styles. She is supposed to look a little bit "ITA", even. I also brought back the hair ribbons from her beta design, and the butterfly hairclip takes from the pattern on her tie in canon!

Chihiro - I have a couple notes on Chihiro! For starters I honestly wanted to make her look a little bit dorkier lol. I gave her the little headband and the glasses for that reason, but the glasses were also to make her match her Dad even more! I wanted to give her a massive backpack too so she always has a spot to keep her laptop and other equipment (yes she has it on her at all times). And finally I gave her a little sweater vest with a dandelion on it, since one of her favorite gifts is the everlasting dandelion! It's supposed to be embroidered on, heehee.

Sayaka - As much as I love her, Sayaka's design isn't actually all that deep? lol. I've always had an affinity for drawing Sayaka with cute little designer hats. i honestly think she has a few of them that she can whip out to give any look a little extra panache. Not to mention the constant inclusion of TONS of pink. I also gave her the flower hairclip from one of her beta designs!

Aoi - Hina is honestly one of my favorite designs in the roster! I just really like her silhouette, idk. I always knew she had to keep the shorts, so she gets the shorts!! Her typical tracksuit is around her waist instead, her eyes are a darker blue for the sake of my sanity, and her ponytail has a kinkier shape! My favorite little detail that I'm sure nobody noticed is that the thing tying her hair together is a coil scrunchie, since they're super good for wet hair in particular! I used to use them a lot back when I used to swim!

Sakura - Honestly, I just wanted Sakura to look at ordinary as humanly possible. She gets a really normal looking uniform- little to no modifications made aside from wearing her usual shoes, the armbands, the bandages, and the striped socks that I took from one of her beta designs!

Hifumi - Hifumi didn't really change all that much either, aside from getting the orange pants to match his orange tie! I do think he painted the arrow on himself, and it looks INCREDIBLY scuffed, lol. Honestly, my main priority with hifumi was to do him some actual justice on the anatomy side, lol. I hope I did an alright job!

Makoto - Makoto also doesn't really change all that much... Really, all that got altered was the blazer and the pants, although I will note that the pants are rolled up because he ABSOLUTELY ordered the wrong size by accident.

Kyoko - Going into this, LONG before I started drawing her I knew that Kyoko needed to have pants, even if it killed me. I just always thought that it'd better suit her usual design to have pants, or at LEAST a longer skirt. It always just looked kinda off to me that she had this big long sleeved blazer and then a short pleated skirt?? Like at least allow her the luxury of like. A pencil skirt. Lol.

Byakuya - Byakuya also doesn't really undergo much change. Really, all i have to say regarding him is that hes got a tall collared button-up and that he kept his usual necktie...

And that's everyone until I sit my ass down and draw the rest! I'm sure I'll eventually get to it... Possibly.

As for the other games, currently I have no plans to do anybody beyond the thh cast. I MIGHT do sdr2 at a far, FAR later date, but I don't think V3 will ever be on the table since quite frankly, I couldn't be assed. Sorry if you were hoping for them!

[obsidian-metalhead]

I made a comic strip the other day. I'm trying to photocopy it off in order to make the lines a lot darker to show up more online. I posted the first draft already. When I finish tinkering around with the final draft I will post it and tag you in it.

I wanted to ask, how is it being a guy? Are you happy?

I’m definitely more comfortable as myself. I don’t feel like a gay man trapped in a woman’s body as often. Still have a lot of the same interests aside from the normal loss of interest in a few things and the normal pick up of interests in other things. There’s not a huge difference in being a man vs being a woman. People think I’m younger than I am due to my height so I don’t get treated much differently from strangers, there’s little to note on that, other than the fact I’ve been catcalled way more often. And people do look at me funny no matter how plain I dress. I’ve started wearing whatever I want since it’s not like I get all that different stares whether I’m wearing a crop top or a Pokémon shirt. So I wear “girlier” clothes than I used to from time to time. I still haven’t had any surgeries, I’m still going to be looking for a doctor that doesn’t leave me looking like a gutted fish. I’m still at the same number as friends when we met but it’s not too bad since I can keep myself busy with art and watching dumb YouTube drama lol. Trying to think of what all to say haha. But really the main difference is feeling more like myself. Deeper voiced and very hairy lol. Life’s the same but different like I was wearing the wrong sized shoes but I’ve finally grown into them somehow.

I look forward to seeing your comic I’ve been enjoying seeing your creativity. It’s been nice seeing art differently, it actually spurs ideas out for me, gives me a new thought.

[kariokiipeaches]

GAH!

After 5 months of building, my Killer cosplay is finally DONE!

I give you - me!

I Commissioned the hoodie from someone I’ve bought from before - a great seller on Etsy named Simakaihoodies.

I asked about potentially making a Killer hoodie some months after I purchased her Red (UnderFell Sans) hoodie and ended up wearing it nearly everyday for 4 months straight (seen below).

I wanted to make it as close to canon Killer (owned by Rahafwabas) as a could, and she already had a great “faded blue” color cloth around from a previous Dust commission, so we went from there.

After that we went to what I’d like to see for a fur trim in a tan/cream-ish color, and upon not finding floof with the fibers as long as I’d like right away, nor the right shades, the hunt was on.

Some weeks later she stumbled upon the perfect option and was quick to sew it up and send it out.

It was STUPID HARD to find white basketball draw-string shorts with a thick black line down the sides WITH NOTHING ELSE ON IT.

I wanted NO other colors, NO designs, NO trim, NO mesh-y type holes, NO piping, NO huge logo, NO fancy stitching.

Plain.

White with black.

Shorts.

After a couple months I found em.

I ordered a pair of leather fingerless gloves, they didn’t fit, wrinkled awkwardly, so I tossed ‘em.

I went to the children’s section of the dollar store, bought a pack of knit gloves, and cut the tips off - perfect length!

Finding the right-shade-of-blue high-top canvas Converse in my size was NEAR IMPOSSIBLE too.

Either it was too expensive in pristine condition (which I DIDNT want), or leather (which I don’t think he’d wear), or the wrong size (my size is popular apparently so everything instantly sold), or was a flat-out wrong shade of blue.

C’mon, Killer wouldn’t care if his shoes are clean or not… his shoes would be beat-the-fuck-out, so I needed WORN ones.

I didn’t want to deal with stiff canvas.

I was probably gonna leave the laces untied to drag on the ground, so I didn’t care if they were clean or not.

I didn’t care about stains or scuffs.

BUT! They HAD to nearly match the faded blue of the hoodie - the canon Rahafwabas art shows they’re a similar color. One CANT be too much darker or lighter than the other.

After a couple months of searching, I found someone who LOVED their Converse enough to actually USE them before selling, AND they were the right shade.

I got ‘em for $16!

So Killers socks are slouchy, right?

All the Sanses socks are.

So I had to stretch mine out.

Apple juice bottle came in handy for that.

Incase you were wondering why that photo was in the collage up there, lol.

The SOUL!

The SOUL.

Killers target-shaped SOUL is a fuckin tap-light with 8 layers of cellophane glued on it.

THAT BITCH stressed me the fuck out building.

I TRIED to commission someone to make one.

Messaged a TON of people on Etsy about it, but no one could or would (some people said they were too busy cuz it was the Christmas season).

So I decided I had to make it myself.

Only I had to find the right-shade-of-red cellophane.

And I couldn’t just buy a single large sheet like I wanted. Stores (even online) only sell a massive pack.

So I just hung-out til it was the first week of February and stole some squares out of a Valentines Day decoration.

Hey - it worked, right?

It’s EIGHT. FUCKING. LAYERS.

To get this shade of red.

Exacto Knives, acetone, 3 special kinds of glue, and HOURS of tracing circular objects in my home, and it’s as good as I could get it for a first attempt.

I lucked-out when it came to the brightness of the damn tap-light. I NEEDED the light to be visible enough to tell it was on even in daylight (cuz, DUH, Killers SOUL always glows; not just in the dark!).

Mystique @lady-of-disdain helped A LOT on deciding some things when I couldn’t figure out a best option on my own. Her Killer knowledge and tastes match my own, so when stumped I chatted her up - this would have taken longer without her input.

So THANKS MYS *waves*

So it’s done, right?!

WRONG.

I need it to fuckin’ snow so I can take some damn pics.

BUT IT SNOWED YESTERDAY!!! Well. For a little bit.

So here I/he am/is!

It’s gonna snow again tomorrow, so I’m hooking up my camera remote to take better pictures - my tiny tripod with the camera timer was a fail, lol. That leaning pic came out way worse than anticipated, and that wrinkle-lump at the neck of the hood is really unbecoming in the chair photo. I’ll get some better ones this time and make a new post.

GO check out Simakaishoodies! Buy some Undertale! Buy some Delta Rune! Give her all the support and all your money!

And check out her Tumblr @simakai !!!

My next piece I commission will either be Mutt’s floor-length hoodie/duster from Fellswap (which is gonna be heavy as FUCK with all that fabric), or a Horror Sans hoodie (but I gotta find an effects-blood that won’t wash out, and study blood-spatter patterns and test ‘em out before I go and mark up any commissioned piece. Maybe I’ll use a real axe for the pattern to look legit, who knows).

In the meantime I’ll be work on completing Red’s outfit.

I still need a LOT for that guy, and finding the right-shade-of-yellow socks that will match the black shorts with yellow stripe, that’ll ALSO match the yellow in the hoodie is gonna be a headache.

Wish me luck!

[benjaminthewolf]

John Constantine (DC) Lol

Sorry for not uploading earlier, I got way too absorbed in my work back there. Anyway, here ya go! 

Also, I think this might be one of the first times I’ve written m/f vore, so, hey, that’s cool!

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     “Crap, this isn’t good…” Dinah Lance murmured out through her teeth as both she and Zatanna continued to sprint a ways away from the approaching trio of constantly advancing demons hurtling themselves through the air, practically shoving their bodies forwards on towards them. 

     The two retreating heroines had been left definitively stuck within the winding pathways of the alleys for a nice couple of hours at this point, an utterly horrible prospect considering their mission had originally been a sneak mission, and were now positively desperate to be able to throw their pursuers off before they inevitably ran out of steam. Both of them, in this state, were unable to fully rationalize just how the plan had gone so wrong, but now was not the time to slow their pace down and consider it. Now was the time to escape.

     Dashing their way as such ‘round the left corner in a T-intersection of alleyways, and at a distance where it would be quite hard for the demons to tell which one they had went around (since the only light that anybody was to receive at this stage in the chase was, indeed, the silver, beaming rays coming down from the moon), it would soon come to be that a third person was to join them; a person who, under normal circumstances, would have never accepted this role. For a combination of reasons that was ostensibly hidden away from his teammates, for the moment being,  however, he had deduced that taking part in this would be the most straightforward and least risky means to his desired end, and as a result, snapping into formation with the womans’ strides, came the one and only, infamous, rules and limits-less detective John Constantine.

     “Goddammit! I knew I shouldn’t’ve agreed to team up with such a showboat during a sneak mission!” he spitefully spat out towards Zatanna.

     “HEY!” Zatanna instantly snapped back, not exactly willing to waste any more of her precious breath for anything more of a rebuttal. 

     “NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR INSULTS, NOW IS THE TIME FOR ESCAPING!” Dinah swiftly instructed her teammates, in utter opposition to Zatanna’s breath preservation. “BUT I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN KEEP THIS UP!”

     In response to this statement,  John would take a second in order to think out loud for just a moment. “Running’s becoming a non-option, huh?”

     Immediately within the next few seconds, all the two women were able to discern was a scathing-type noise, the sound of something grinding itself against the rough and cobbled floor. As it would turn out, as they forced a glance over their shoulder whilst rushing their ways on by, the source of that same noise would, indeed, be revealed as the rather blackened shoes of the excessively aggressive detective. The two dashing heroines barely even had any time to stop before the man, seemingly holding some sort of device towards the sky, forcefully spewed out a roar.

     “THEN OUR ONLY REMAINING OPTION IS TO HIDE!”

     And, just like that, in less than an instant after the fact, something upon the device’s surface was emphatically pressed down, sending a bright green ray of light out onto the exceedingly confused women. Before either of them even had a chance to rationalize what was going on, John Constantine placed the device back into his pocket, went right on back to sprinting, and, bending his way down just a little, managed to snatch up the two still rather befuddled women who had been shrunken down to mouse-size via the magic in the device.

     “The Demons don’t know we’re a group for right now, and that means if I can manage to hide you two, we should still be able to recuperate!” he immediately began to explain. “And don’t ask me where I got the shrinking device from!”

     Neither Dinah nor Zatanna dared speak a word as the only somewhat inane, scampering detective, attempted to speak once more.  

     “So you’re just gonna have to bear with me for this one, alright?”

     Still completely and utterly whiplashed due to the speed at which everything had been happening, only Dinah had managed to somewhat fully process the situation, reasoning to herself that John’s plan did indeed make sense, and that when the detective had his mind set on a means, he was going to follow through with that means to its definitive, desired end. Thus, Dinah knew that, if only for the moment, she could trust him. She wasn’t entirely sure about what Zatanna was thinking, and yet she still knew implicitly that her endorsing her trust to the detective would cause him to hide both of them right away, and thus, wasted no time in this endeavor before Zatanna was able to say something to jeopardize it.

     “Just…do what you need to do to get us hidden, alright?” she ended up saying.

     John, now knowing he was in the clear to do this, gave a swift nod of his head. There then went by a couple of seconds of waiting, which did indeed confuse Dinah a little, considering the previous instantaneous motions the man had been previously taking in order to shrink the women down as fast as he could physically manage. It was to be made somewhat understandable in her mind, however, when the man at last decided to bring the two closer to his face, and finally, open his maw.

     Immediately shoving the two into his maw, Constantine snapped the area shut, in order to fully ensconce the two heroines within. 

     “Urngh…” Zatanna finally spoke up whilst slowly peeling her head of of the goopy, salivating floor of the tongue, being careful not to bonk her head upon the hard palate above.. “I know that he’s trying to protect us and all, but why did he have to put us here?”

     “Where else was he supposed to put us? His pockets? The most obvious place to look if you were an enemy searching for your targets? A simple pat-down would be all you’d need to that end!” Dinah swiftly rebutted whilst keeping her body lying flat on the tongue, sprawling herself out in order to be as comfortable as she could manage.

     “...but…” Zatanna attempted to argue back. “...but all the enemy would need to do now is get John to talk, and-WOAH!”

     Instantly upon sensing Zatanna’s question, John opened back up his maw, causing several tendrils of saliva to break apart due to the stretching. The chilling, cool breeze of the outside night air fervently pushed against the warmth inside the maw, causing Zatanna to shudder a little. John’s slick, slippery tongue, gently as it possibly could given the circumstances, pushed the two heroines to the side near his teeth in order to use it for speech. Promptly slipping into each of the stretchy, cushiony pockets of the cheeks, as to avoid getting accidentally ground up by said teeth, Zatanna and Dinah were thus given no choice but to listen to John for the moment.

     “...you’re right, and that’s why I need you to cast some sort of acid resistance spell, and a spell that will allow you two to need…at least, less oxygen while you’re down there!” he called forth to the two women inside his maw.

     “...what? Acid resistance? What do you-ooooooooooooooooooooooh.” Zatanna cried out before finally figuring out what John meant moments later.

     “Of course I can!” she finally perked up again soon after. “Right away!”

     The resulting verbal incantation that gushed forth from the woman’s voice box could only sound like gibberish to its two observers, however, they were both aware that it was but merely backwards sentences. Once Zatanna had finished, and given an affirmative: “All done!”John swiftly attempted to move the women into the middle of his maw once more, starting with Zatanna, causing Dinah to understand what was going on and move onto the tongue area herself. Once they were both secure, John firmly closed his maw, and wasted basically no time in lifting it up towards the rough ridges at the roof, before the back of the muscle sloped down, and he promptly opened up his gullet, the gaping, blackened drop laying situated just below the dangling sack that was the swaying uvula.

     Dinah, knowing she had to act fast, naturally dove in towards the drop first, practically plunging herself into its form, causing John to somewhat jerk forwards from the bodily surprise, which of course, made him immediately swallow. Though the currently much larger detective on the outside wasn’t exactly pleased by Dinah’s course of action, he wasn’t exactly going to comment on it either, and thus, merely began to focus on getting Zatanna downwards as well instead of dwelling on the moment.

     Zatanna began to slowly slide down closer and closer towards the natural valve. She, unlike Dinah, wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about going down there, and yet, she didn’t protest, as it was indeed, currency necessary. 

     Thus, once John, through his still-sprinting breaths, managed to swallow once more, Zatanna at last joined with her fellow heroine inside of John’s esophagus.

     Now that the man on the outside knew that his teammates were just about as safe as they could be for the moment, he was therefore able to finally end his former bout of speedy sprint, since he recognized that, if any of the demons were to catch sight of him, and saw him running like that, they would instantly know something was up, and the entire operation would be sabotaged. Thus, John attempted to regain as much composure as he could muster as he propped himself up against the alley wall next to a dumpster. He could tell that Dinah had made it past his collarbone at this point, and was going to land in his stomach soon, while the slight throat bulge that Zatanna was making in his throat was still somewhat visible from the outside. Gently placing a finger over it as it continued traveling downwards, the sorcerer woman on the inside was able to feel the slight pressure, causing her to internally recognize that the detective had to have stopped his momentum by now.

     Naturally, as the man’s throbbing heart rate was still yet to fully calm down, Zatnna had been able to pick it up much faster than would be normally possible. Thus, she wouldn’t exactly be able to tell, especially when paired with the deep squelching noises that came with each tight squeeze and shove from the slimy esophageal walls around her, when she was close to the stomach until she picked up its ambient gurgling. For the moment being though, the sorcerer knew that she and Dinah were hidden away from the reaches of the demons, and, per John’s plan, since there hadn’t been any prior indication to them that John was a part of their team, that meant that there was practically no way for the two heroines to be found by them, and that meant as such that they were now able to buy enough time to recuperate. 

     Eventually, after quite a relative while of the rhythmic shoving sensation, Zatanna was indeed able to sense the crescendoing gurgles and groans emulating from the organ deep within. Knowing that Dinah was already in there and that she had been silent thus far, Zatanna knew as a result that both of her spells had worked perfectly. Thus, once she finally made it to the lower esophageal sphincter, simply closing her eyes and allowing John’s body to do the rest as she was pushed through its form, the sorcerer woman eventually made a splash landing into a harmless pool of constantly sloshing liquids below. Opening up one eye, and her previous convictions were confirmed. Dinah was laying silently up against the walls, seemingly extremely contented for the moment, as she gently nuzzled up into its slightly churning being, listening to the ambiance booming all around her. Zatanna, not exactly wanting to bother her fellow heroine, simply shrugged her shoulders, as she, too, began to settle down for the moment. Shuffling about for a bit in order to get into a comfortable position, Zatanna  leaned into the pillowy, goopy walls inside of John Constantine’s stomach, and promptly gave the squishy walls a few pats. The natural warmth of the organ only aided in calming the two down, as the watery substance inside of the gut continued swirling about around them. Zatanna was barely even able to sense herself closing her eyes at this point, before her world finally went dark. It would thus only take a few more minutes, before both she and, indeed, Dinah, had soundly fallen asleep.

     John on the outside, who still hadn’t seen any sign of the demons, was somewhat able to tell this, the rather heavy sensation of having two people laying inside of his guts made him rather mindful of their presence, causing him to give himself a casual reminder not to make sudden movements. Thus, as the silver moon only continued shining down upon the man, Constantine in turn, continued to maintain his watch. Eventually however, taking a couple of steps forward, Constantine had indeed deduced that the demons were nowhere near, and deeper into the winding maze of the city’s darkened alleyways, he therefore went, exceedingly determined as always to keep the mission going, as he knew, as firmly as a brute fact, that if he did not succeed in this mission, he would never complete his final vision. He just simply was required to keep going, and that is, indeed, what he did.

[orcelito]

OK I'm home now which means I can go into the Hell that was this shift.

For starters, this was our sales for the day (taken about 5 ish pm)

Blue is today, grey is last Saturday. Note the giant bars at 12 and 4. Two fucking Crazy rushes that kicked my ASS. & last week wasn't slow! They were complaining about rushes when I went in to close. Which Really displays how awful it was today.

And then Things That Went Wrong in the order I remember them:

Absolutely blazed thru our brown sugar boba. I made two pots & one was Gone within an hour (for reference: on the average weekday, we can generally make it on two pots Total for the whole day.) So we had to rush to make more boba. And Again at 4 when they just Instantly cleared us out.

We were out of a lot of things, which made everything harder. No oat milk, no strawberry, no creme brulee. Ugh.

I literally set some creme brulee powder on fire bc I spilled some while making creme brulee. See reference:

It was dying down here but at its tallest it was like twice this size lol.

I tried making cookies when it was slow. I did a Dogshit job (though I baked the scraps so we got some cookies to snack on ❤ this one actually isn't that bad, more frustrating in the moment)

I nearly got MURDERED by one of the big tea dispensers. I put it on the shelf, then it started falling forward (towards me). Employee standing next to me saw & jumped to catch it (saving my life in the process. I swear she was like superman), so I didn't get hurt, but it still did slosh on me so I got milk tea All over my shirt and arms.

One of the employees accidentally knocked over a bottle of rinse additive for the dishwasher & I was the first to react to pick it up so we wouldn't lose too much chemicals. Except I reached by hooking my foot under the mouth of it to push it up. Which worked! Except I got chemicals in the toe of my shoe. And bright idea me decided to rinse it off with the floor soap water. So then my toes were WET... Miserable.

Glass breaking mentioned in last post was an entire fucking display case falling over & some glass jars breaking. I came out to find an employee sadly sweeping up the glass & helped her put it in an empty creamer can for safety's sake.

We ran out of green tea at one point bc of all the confusion so we had to go without that for a bit as we brewed more lmao.

The 12 rush was just me and opening employee and that SUCKED. The 4 rush we thankfully had a lot more ppl around (5 at that point, including me) & it was an All Hands On Deck kind of situation. That's the rush where I was continuously looking at the massive line of drinks and cursing, "Jesus." I took over making drinks bc im by far the most experienced drink maker, but Man. I started boba as soon as I saw this happening but we still ran out of brown sugar Bad. It was awful.

Aaaand other than that there was a wide assortment of messes and drink mess ups. One order we messed up Three Times & I ended up just giving them a sorry card lmfao. They were nice about it at least.

There's probably more but I'm forgetting it. This is already a Hefty fucking list lmfao.

[daz4i]

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[simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair]

HAIKYUU BOYS IDEAL DATE

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#Includes: Ushijima, Kageyama, Sakusa and Bokuto

#genre: pure fluff

#note: this is my first time writing … anything lmao so sorry if it sucks but decided I’d finally give this a go !! All feedback is welcome :)) NOT EDITED

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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

Ushijima’s ideal date would definitely be something outdoorsy, like going to a garden (something like the botanical gardens).

He spends most of his time in a stuffy gym working hard so he’d want to do something fresh and relaxing for a date, so visiting a garden would be perfect.

I can image him walking around with his arm securely around your waist or fingers interlaced as you both admire the pretty flowers around you.

He’d take note of all the flowers that catch your eye or flowers you make comments about like “they’re so pretty”, “these smell amazing”, “look look ! They’re the same colour as your eyes Toshi”. He’d do this so he can make sure to go out and buy you some because he wants to remember this day and the way your eyes sparkled as you took in everything around you.

He’d find himself admiring you most of the date because in his eyes you’re the prettiest thing there. The way your smile stretches across your face when you see a practically unique flower, the way you squeeze his hand when you get excited and especially the way you look at him when you thank him for bringing you here.

“Thanks for taking me here Toshi, I know how busy you are with training so it means a lot that you take one of your off days to spend it with me here”

“I didn’t do anything special sweetheart, but if taking you on more dates gets you to keep looking at me like that , then you bet that’s what I’m going to be doing my love”

He would end the date of with dropping you of home and before you walk inside slip a flower (that he slyly stole , naughty naughty) behind your ear and bring you in for a sweet kiss that he hopes conveys how happy he is, because he may not be the best with words but he makes sure you never forget how much he cares for you.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

I was struggling to find an ideal date for Kags because I think it would be a miracle if he managed to successfully ask someone out without being a stuttering red mess lol.

However , when he managed to secure a date I think he’d like to do something simple and low-key like a coffee date or lunch at a cute bakery.

While I think he’d appreciate the intimacy of it, he’d also be pretty shy because he’s new to this so please bare with him!. He’d be a total sweet heart and push in your chair for you and order you whatever you want because he wants you to enjoy yourself to the fullest.

The serine and calm atmosphere of the dainty family owned bakery puts him at ease a little so he manages to open up and answer all your questions while maintaining eye contact. Don’t get me wrong he loves talking about volleyball and his journey but he’d really want to get to know you , so asks so many and albeit random questions.

“So, what’s your favourite colour?” “Favourite dessert?” “Shoe size” “most importantly what’s your favourite flavour of milk?” He’s on the edge of his seat for the last one.

And while you find some of his questions a bit weird , it’s also really endearing to see him so interested in you and everything to do with you.

He’d end the date with hesitantly holding your hand, swinging them lightly in front of you and basking in the comfortable silence. When you get to your destination he’d peck your cheek and ask when you’re next free because he can’t wait to see you again !

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Sakusa’s ideal date would probably be something indoors, like a movie date ! Everyone’s got him pegged as a massive germaphobe but I think he’d prefer something indoors with the two of you because it’s more intimate and allows himself to be openly affectionate and at ease and sometimes crowds can give him anxiety.

But best believe you will have the BEST movie dates with this man. He’d set everything up : comfy pillows and throw blankets on the sofa in a fort style, all the best snacks and drinks and the TV or projector (whatever mood you’re in) set up. He’ll have all the possible movies lined up and he always lets you chose what you guys watch because he’s genuinely okay with anything as long as you’re content.

One of the main reasons he loves movie dates is because he can cuddle you. Whatever position you want. His favourite is him on his back with you lying on his chest , legs tangled. He welcomes the weight on top of him because it makes him feel secure and like you’re not going anywhere. He’ll stroke your back and arms throughout the movie (and he always questions why you fall asleep) and place soft kisses on your forehead once in a while.

Once he realises you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll quietly tease you.

“My pretty baby’s already asleep” while softly stroking your hair . “My plan to keep you here is working as expected” he chuckles to himself.

And once you eventually wake up, he’ll convince you to spend the night and you give in when he brings out the soft pout and sad eyes. “But baby it’s already dark, you might aswell just stay tonight” “see I’m already getting cold without you love”

And of course you end up staying the night, curled up in bed with him, head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you as he tells you his plans for the following day.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

If you’re going on a date with this beefy boy you’ll probably be doing some sort of activity like bowling, mini golf, laser tag, whatever you guys are in the mood for.

He lives for these dates because he’ll take every and any opportunity to show off for you and for you to praise him which he loves. He loves knowing you’re proud of him for doing even the simplest things like making a hole in golf or getting a strike in bowling. He’ll make a big show and have the biggest grin on his face.

“BABY BABY , did you see that !!?!? You have the coolest boyfriend don’t ya?”, “Are you proud of me baby? That one was all for you , that’s why I done so well “ he’ll tell you proudly with his hand s on his hips.

If you guys are playing together , he’ll be your biggest hype man and supporter , cheering you on and making sure you do your best and even if you don’t he’ll be there to reassure you , like the best boy he is.

But if you’re playing against each other he’ll welcome the competition. If you’re doing better than him he’ll low-key sulk and be all pouty because he’s supposed to be the one showing off but he’ll definitely be happy and proud of you and think he’s the luckiest guy ever. However, if you aren’t doing too well, he’ll be super supportive and try to cheer you up. He might even purposefully screw up (which you notice but don’t say anything) or offer to teach you and show you his ways and it’ll turn into one of those cliche scenes with the guy behind the girl , helping her , you know those ones ? Yeah that’s him and you but he ain’t as smooth so you end up missing and doing worse.

He’ll buy you consolation ice cream after though so don’t worry and he’ll give you loads of kisses all over your face because he doesn’t want to see his pretty baby all upset because of him :(

The date will end with you guys taking those really cute photo booth pictures and he makes sure to put one in his wallet or phone case because he always wants to see your pretty face. Will spend a few minutes just standing and admiring the photos with a silly smile and flushed cheeks because he can’t believe he’s all yours.

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Note : feel free if any one would like to give me writing prompts, i think that would be fun. I’m just doing this for fun and when I have free time or when I feel like it so I’ll be writing In my own time but would love some ideas on what to write going forward. Thank you :))

(I also feel like I’m talking to like a brick wall because what happens if no one sees this lmao 😭)

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[angry-geese]

Was wondering if you could write a shoko piece cuz you write her so well ಥ‿ಥ 👉🏼👈🏼

Of course!! I'm not entirely sure if this was meant to be a request but I felt like writing for her so I'm counting it as one kdhdjfj

Bitterness - Ieri Shoko x Reader

Warnings: sfw! death mention, mention of blood and injury. A little angstier than I intended lol, but it has a (somewhat) happy ending. Reader's gender isn't specified

A/n: this is a little shorter than what I typically write but I had many thoughts that I just had to get out jdhfjfjfk this was not proofread so apologies for any errors

Word count: 887

Jjk masterlist

You dig. You dig until your nails crack, and your fingers bleed. You dig until you can blame the tears on your bleeding hands. Wet earth cakes itself under your broken nails. It's raining again. The news this morning called for another storm. Such weather is unusual for this time of year.

You've never considered yourself a vengeful person. Grief and anger had not corroded your mind the same way you had seen it do to many others. You had spent much of your adult life carefully balancing your social life as a human, and your work as a sorcerer. One wrong move could send you careening over the side, past the point of no return.

But right now, that thin wire you’ve so carefully been balancing on has snapped.

A small village in Japan’s countryside was experiencing a run of bad luck. Elderly were falling sick. The village’s doctor had a mental break, and murdered his wife and children in cold blood. Children were claiming to see spirits in the bathrooms of the local schoolhouse.

With no one else to turn to, the remaining villagers called for the help of shamans.

The villagers blame their misfortune on a shaman’s daughter. A girl of about seven, who had been fed a cursed relic in hopes that she’d scare away their bad luck. A child who had seen horrors unimaginable to the average person.

And you had been ordered to kill her.

Then you find it. Rusty, and dented. Still sealed after all these years. Inside this tin, buried below the window of what used to be your dorm, is a package of cigarettes, and a lighter. You’re reminded of warmer days; ones spent with Nanami, and Shoko. Sneaking away from class to smoke when the time permitted.

Oh how different Nanami is now.

He found some reason for this to be worth doing. He found a reason to come back. You have yet to figure out that reason, but supposedly it's there. Maybe that's what keeps you here; the fear that if you leave, you will have no reason to come back.

The sudden halt of the rain draws your attention. What little moonlight was left, has been darkened. You glance up, only to be met with the sight of a figure looming over you.

She holds the umbrella over your head, something akin to a grin ghosting her face. The wet ground has soaked through your shoes, and the knees of your pants. You shiver.

“If you wanted a cigarette, you should have asked,” Shoko says.

The temperature difference between the outside air, and the inside of Jujutsu Tech is jarring. She leads you to the infirmary, which like many other places at this time of night, is dark.

“Cmon, you know the drill, sit on the table.” From a drawer, she produces a pair of latex gloves. They let out a loud snap! as she pulls them on. “Pants off.”

“Kinky.”

“Don't make this any weirder.” She says. “I don't want you getting hypothermia. I'm sure I have something your size—you left some clothes at my place the last time you stayed over.”

The metal of the table is cold as it greets your bare thighs.

From the counter behind her, she grabs a brown bottle, with a white cap. Shoko peels some gauze out of its plastic packaging, dousing them with a pink tinted liquid.

“This is going to sting,” she says, swiping the antiseptic across your hand. “Doesn't look bad enough to need bandages.”

She lets her reverse cursed technique take effect. It feels as if hot wax is being poured into your wounds. They mend themselves slowly. The fresh skin is slightly paler than your regular skin tone.

“Gojo was worried. After seeing you run off like that,” she says. “Thought you were going to pull a Geto on us.” Shoko laughs, but you can sense the anxiety that creeps up in her voice.

Discarding her gloves, and the blood-tinted gauze, she pulls her chair back up to the table. You sit with your hands folded in your lap. Leaving now wouldn't be an option. Not when Shoko stands between you and the door. And she has a look in her eyes—a look she only gets when she’s plotting something.

“I know you saw something out there.” She says. “Something you don't want to tell either me or Nanami about. And I don't want to press you about it, but I can't just watch you sit there and stew.”

Her hands are cold as they grab hold of yours. The black polish on her fingers is badly chipped. Her nails are short, much like she’s been biting them.

“Physical wounds I can heal,” she says. “The ones in your head? Not so easy,

“I wish it were that simple to help people.” She continues. “Would have saved you and I a lot of heartbreak, huh?”

She leans in close enough for you to pick up the scent of coffee and cigarettes that lingers on her. When she kisses you, the taste of her lipstick lingers on your lips. She’s the first to pull away. You lean back in, deepening the kiss.

With her thumb, she wipes away a bit of lipstick that has smeared onto your lips.

“Why don't we go home?”

[jungwonenthusiast]

PHEW FINALLY A WRITER WITH OPEN REQUESTS--- so i have been kinky asf EBEGHDFJC and i was imagining maths teacher jaehyun x english teacher reader x science teacher yuta.... THAT'LL BE SO HOT HWBGSEJFNFVH IM SORRY I'D LOVE IF U DO THIS,, with jaehyun having size kink and yuta having corruption kink and reader with thigh riding kink + also do it only if u want to im not forcing mwah take care.. <3

warnings: threesome (mxmxf), unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving)

A/N: hi ofc!! i’m sorry for this taking forever lol I've had family visiting (also this has not been proof read so forgive me for any mistakes)

“I’m gonna need the library today,” you hear Mr. Jung say to you as you sip your morning coffee.

You furrow your brows. “I told you last week that I was gonna be using it.”

He shrugs. “Principal administered a presentation about college for the kids, there’s nothing I can do.”

You resist rolling your eyes and walk over to Yuta. You two had been friends since high school and enjoyed gossiping about the other teachers over a glass of wine.

“I can’t stand him.” you scowl.

“It’s Mr. Jung isn’t it?” Yuta asked. “What did he ever do to you?”

“I told him that I needed the library today last week and he took it anyway.” you complain.

Yuta chuckles. “I think you’re just mad at him for taking your place as hottest teacher.”

You elbow him in the side, giggling. “Fuck off. He isn’t that hot anyway.”

“That hot?” Yuta raises an eyebrow. “So you do think he’s hot.”

“I can admit when another human is good looking alright? It doesn’t mean anything.” You shrug him off and he nods.

“Whatever you say y/n.”

You enter the principal’s office after school to complain about the library situation only to meet Mr. Jung there. You side eye him a bit.

He sighs. “What your deal Ms. y/l/n? I’m sorry I took the library but it wasn’t my choice.”

You ignore him.

“Come on,” he says. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I’m only here to make sure you get the library tomorrow.”

Your ears perk up at that. “Really?”

He nods. “Mhm. So are we good now?”

You cross your arms. “I suppose.”

He smiles. “Wanna go for coffee? Now that we’re friends?”

“Who said we were friends.” You cock an eyebrow.

He chuckles and leads you out of the office.

You drive separately and meet him at a nearby cafe.

You sit down in front of each other and order lattes and scones.

“So when did you start working at the school?” He asks you”

“About a year ago,” you reply. “how about you?”

“A couple months ago.”

You nod. “What made you want to become a teacher, we don’t get paid shit.”

He chuckles while adjusting his watch. “I taught my little sister how to read and write when I was in middle school and those are some of my favorite memories. What about you?”

You shrug. “My mom was a teacher.”

He chuckles again. You notices his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

You take a sip of your latte, trying to ignore the silence.

He clears his throat. “So what’s with you and Nakamoto?”

“Yuta?” you ask and he nods. “We’ve been friends from highschool.”

“Ahh okay.” he hums. “I bet he was a stoner.”

You laugh.

“I’m right huh?” Mr. Jung smiles.

“I mean you’re not wrong.” you take a bite out of your blueberry scone.

He points at your chin. “You got a bit of-“

You swipe at your face, trying to get the crumbs off but he reaches over and wipes them off himself. You struggle not to roll your eyes again. What a Disney prince prick, you think.

You converse about everything and anything for maybe half and hour.

“Really Ms. y/l/n?” he asks.

“You can call me y/n.”

He smiles. “You can call me Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun, Jaehyun. You roll the name around in your head. It suits him.

“Shit,” he says suddenly.

“What is it?” you ask.

“I think I left my phone in the principal’s office,” he says. “do you mind coming with me? I don’t know where the key is.”

You sigh and nod.

You meet him at the school and scavenge around your desk for the key.

He’s leaving against your door frame and you can’t help but notice how good he looks.

You want to touch him so bad. Feel the muscles under his dress shirt.

You bend over to look into one of your drawers, pointing your ass towards him on purpose only a little.

“I’m not sure where they are.” you groan and stand up. “Let’s check Yuta’s room, maybe he has them.”

You walk over to Yuta’s class with the only sound being your shoes clicking against the floor. You can feel him behind you though, a little closer than usual.

You push Yuta’s classroom door open to find him sitting at his desk grading papers.

“You’re still here?” you ask as he looks up at you. His eyes dart over to Jaehyun.

“Yeah,” he says. “I have some tests to finish grading, what’s up?”

“I need the key to the principal’s office, Jaehyun left his phone in there.”

He gives you a look that says when did you start calling him Jaehyun?

Yuta hands you the keys and runs a hand through his hair. “Have fun.” he says and you scoff.

“I hate you.” you say as you walk away.

“You know you love me.” he calls after you.

You and Jaehyun walk back to the office and snoop around for his phone.

“I can’t find it.” you say.

“Neither can I.” he says. You turn to him and notice that he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. You swallow thickly. “What wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. “let’s keep looking.”

You bend over to check under the desk when you feel him bump into you. You almost giggle, he’s not even subtle with it.

“Excuse you.” you tease.

“Sorry, sorry.” you can hear the shyness in his voice. “I actually didn’t leave my phone here.”

You turn to look at him. “Huh?”

He’s rubbing at his wrists. “Yeah.”

“I don’t get it.” you put your hands on your hips.

“I just-“ he hesitates. “wanted to get you alone.”

“Oh?” you say. “Well that’s a little...”

“Creepy yeah I know I just didn’t know what else to do.” he says hastily. “I like you y/n.”

You smirk and subconsciously take a step towards him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he whispers and dips down to kiss you.

Your arms wrap around his waist.

He kisses you softly like you’re a blooming daisy. His hands run down your body and he picks you up, hooking your legs around him. He sits down in the office chair and when he does you can feel his length against you. He got hard so quick, you think, I wonder how long he’s been thinking about this for. You shift your weight onto his thigh and grip onto his shoulders before rolling your hips. You can tell he’s a bit taken aback. You smile and kiss at his neck. It doesn’t take him long to take control though. He wraps one arm around your waist and keeps the other on your hips and he grinds you against him. You feel a whine escape from your mouth when you’re disrupted by the sound of a door opening.

“Whoa,” it’s Yuta.

You shoot up and adjust your top. “Uhm hey.”

He scoffs. “Don’t mind me, continue what you were doing.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, crossing his arms. “I wanna watch.”

“What? No.” you say sternly but you feel your heart thump a bit when he starts walking towards you.

“Come one angel,” he says in a sultry tone you’ve never heard before. “for me?”

You start to feel a heartbeat somewhere else.

He pushes you back intro Jaehyun’s thigh but this time your back is facing him.

Yuta kisses you. “Ride his thigh y/n.”

You hesitate.

“You should do what I say, you don’t want to be punished right?”

Jaehyun grips your hips again and pushes you against him.

Yuta holds your face in his hands. “I never knew you were so dirty like this my precious y/n. It makes me wonder what you’ve done with all of your boyfriends over the years.”

You tug at his belt to get him to stand up and he does. You palm him through his pants.

He pets your head before picking you up and laying you down on the large empty desk. He tugs your to the end of the desk and spreads your legs.

“Can I?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. He starts to unbutton your shirt as Yuta tugs your pants down.

“Look at you,” Jaehyun coos. “so small and pretty under me.” he pulls your bra off and starts kissing your chest.

You breathing becomes labored as Yuta’s fingers rub your clit. You squeeze his hand.

“Please?” you ask him.

“Of course.” he pulls your underwear to the side and gives you an agonizingly slow lick before diving into you.

You gasp a bit and grip at Jaehyuns arms. “Fuck,” you moan.

If I knew he was this good I would’ve done this a while ago, you think.

You hear Jaehyun unbuckle his belt and you’re eager to reach up and stroke him.

You soon take him into your mouth and suck him slowly, circling your tongue on his tip over and over. But soon your technique becomes sloppy as Yuta’s tongue on your clit starts to take over your mind.

You feel your legs begin to tremble and Jaehyun pulls out of you. He gives your neck softly.

“Does it feel good?” he asks and you nod. “What a naughty girl, getting that pretty pussy eaten on your boss’s desk.”

He kisses your chest again, leaving blotchy red marks.

“Fuck her now.” he tells Yuta.

Yuta pulls away from your pussy and wipes your juices off with his finger before holding them up to your mouth.

“Suck.” he says.

You open your mouth and take his fingers as deep as you can.

“Good girl.” he says. That makes your thighs clamp together. Yuta smiles. “Do you like when I call you that?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“Then listen to what we say and you’ll be hearing it all night.” he unbuckles his belt and gives himself a few strokes. He rubs the tip over your clit a few times before pushing into you.

The whine and grab onto Jaehyun’s arm.

“You love getting your pussy stretched huh.” he says while reaching down to run circles on your clit.

“Yes,” you say pathetically. You whine. “fuck that feels good.”

Yuta thrusts into you slowly a couple of times before snapping his hips into yours.

Your loud moan is muffled by Jaehyun’s hand over your mouth.

“Hush my love, don’t want to get caught do we?” he says while giving your nipple a small pinch.

Your whines and whimper grow louder as Yuta continues to pound you.

Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. “Are you close sweetheart?”

You nod. You can feel your eyes starting to tear up.

“How badly do you want it?” Yuta asks.

“Really bad,” you exhale. “please make cum.”

Jaehyuns fingers on your clit start to fasten.

“You can do it,” he says lowly. “cum on that cock.”

You grip onto Jaehyun for the hundredth time of the night as you finally climax. Your eyes roll back and you’re embraced by euphoria itself.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Jaehyun growls.

Yuta pulls out of you and watches his cum drip onto the desk.

Jaehyun peppers your forehead with kisses as Yuta grabs napkins to clean you up.

“I never thought you’d be down for something like this.” he says while helping you pull your underwear up.

“Me neither to be honest.” you giggle.

“Next time I get to fuck her.” Jaehyun says and you tsk him.

“I’ll be the one to decide that.” you say.

[kyotakumrau]

2021.04.06 a talk event at Meguro Rock-May-Kan film screening at Namba Hatch with Kyo and Shinya - PART 2

Report by とあ on twitter (topics are not reported in order things happened, I followed the order they posted, 1st and 2nd session are mixed)

"What is Shinya's hair colour called? Is it okay to copy you [and dye my hair the same colour]?"

Shinya: Violet rose.

Fujieda: How about copying?

Shinya: It's fine.

Kyo: ... Violet rose?! It's called violet rose? (laughing)

Fujieda: It's sounds like a song title.

Kyo: Like our next song? Doesn't sound exciting at all (laughing).

Kyo: Did you name it Violet rose yourself?

Shinya: No, when I requested pink shade I got this colour, when I asked what colour is it I got told it's Violet rose.

Kyo: It's not pink at all.

"Which place is painful to get tattooed on?"

Kyo: It's said that the hand's palm and back of the foot. The one on this hand was done by the person who did the tattoo on my back, but she lives in Germany. She told me it's easy for the colour to fade on the palm. That's why she told me she will use an ink that's not approved in Japan but will not fade, and she did it for me.

Fujieda: It's really not fading.

Kyo: That's why she used some weird ink. Suspicious one, with something bad for people in it.

There are four small tattoos on this hand

(during this talk Kyo was showing his palm almost all the time)

Shift of conversation to the topic of tattooing a giraffe on Fujieda's back.

Kyo: A giraffe going all over your back to your thighs.

Fujieda: And the head would be on the neck?

Kyo: No, on the shoulder. So when you move your arm the giraffe's head would move as well. If I had a machine I could do it on you.

Fujieda: When there's a chance.

Kyo: Eh, if there's a machine?

(*there's a brilliant word play here with 機械・machine and 機会・opportunity both being read as 'kikai'🤣)

Kyo: Then I'm going to get the machine and tattoo you. Using that not approved ink from Germany.

Fujieda: No no no, we're talking about different 'kikai'.

Fujieda: "I'm in trouble eating too much. What should I do?"

Kyo: Eat!

"What do you drink when you wake up?"

Shinya: Cola.

"What lip balm do you use?"

Kyo: Cola flavour.

"A drink you like"

Kyo: Ehm... Dekavita, Oronamin C, things like that. But it's not good to drink those too much.

"Favorite chocolate sweets"

Kyo: Ehm... there are too many. ...Ah, but I love cheap sweets.

"When you eating a candy do you suck it till the end or do you crunch it?

Kyo: I crunch it from the start.

"Your favorite Japanese sweets"

Shinya: Ichigo daifuku (rice cake with a strawberry)

"Anything special about Namba Hatch, first time in a while?"

Shinya: Not really. First time since we played here and not for a show. It's feels quite empty.

Kyo: I have something I buy every time I come to Osaka, but I'm annoyed because they weren't sold. Half of me is made of sweets! I always buy 3 or 4 flavours of Curl before going back but I couldn't find them.

(*Curl is a corn puff snack)

Kyo: I never talk to the shop clerk, but this time I checked the shop few times and couldn't find it so I asked. I got told they only have cheese flavour so I got it and left.

Kyo: But don't send me Curl. It'd be troublesome to start receiving so many Curl packs. I'd get them myself.

Before I bought 4 packs to take home but by the time I was home I only had one left.

"What type of dogs do you like?"

Kyo: It's a secret. You'll know eventually.

Shinya: small dogs.

"What colours do you like besides members colours?"

Takavayashi: How were those colours decided? By the hair colour?

Kyo: That's what I think?

Shinya: They were decided without my knowledge.

Takabayashi: it's pink for you, right? Although it doesn't really match you?

What colour do you like best?

Shinya: Black.

(two if them look at each other in silence and laugh)

Takabayashi: How about you Kyo?

Kyo: Pink!

"Merchandise item you like"

Shinya: I guess the travel pouch.

Fujieda: Are you using it?

Shinya: Today I brought a smaller one.

Fujieda: Eh? You use it...

Kyo: He said he doesn't. The size is wrong.

Fujieda: Btw where's your bag from?

Shinya: It's from MUJI.

Fujieda: How was the hot pack? It's warm!

Handed it to Kyo

Kyo: Yeah, it's warm... but it was supposed to be released last time.

Fujieda: Eh? Saying that does it mean it was your idea??!

Kyo: Yup. Actually I wanted to have it last year, last year end was cold right? But the design wasn't done in time.

That's why it didn't come that time, just now. Niw it's not needed anymore. ...I hope you can use it next winter.

(*aaaaah so that's why he was poking at Fujieda so much about it☹️ it'd have been great last December!😆 but it'd definitely be useful next winter!!😊)

Fujieda: That's true, let's use it next winter. And it can also be used as a power bank so that can be used now.

Power strip.

Fujieda: Before this event Shinya was using this backstage. There aren't enough outlets backstage.

Kyo: Lol... is there really that few outlets backstage?

Fujieda: Well... not that few. But he was using it.

Kyo: Huhm.

Kyo (looks at Shinya): what is that, drawn on it?

Shinya got the power strip in his hands.

Shinya: That is cats who got electrocuted.

Kyo: Those are cats? Why cats?

Shinya: Who knows.

Fujieda: But isn't it cute?

Kyo: Yup, ...I guess it is.

Kyo likes the hoodie.

Kyo: The design in the back was drawn by the person who is my tattoo artist after I asked.

Fujieda: Why a hoodie?

Kyo: Eh?If its something to use it at home... you can't use a heat pack at home. Only a loony would use a heat pack at home. It's better to just turn on the heating. So it'd be crazy to use heat packs at home.

Kyo: and then you also won't use the pass case. And no use for the travel pouch at home nor the sticker...

Fujieda: What about the tote bag? Shinya is using it, for his shoes etc.

Shinya: I'm using it. I didn't bring it today though.

"In an old interview you said that because you couldn't afford to stay in a hotel you slept in the car and thought of sleeping position like yoga, what kind of position was it?"

Kyo: I said that?

Takabayashi: In a magazine interview I think? Didn't you said you didn't stay in a hotel?

Kyo: Saying I slept in the car, it must have been when traveling?

Kyo: You're sitting, right? There's someone next to you so totally no space. Saying it's like yoga, so like this, your head goes down and your legs go up, kinda have to turn around

Shinya: I thought then Kyo had a great idea, when I tried it, it was comfortable.

Kyo: I've put a plastic box in the legs and used it for my head, rose my legs, like L shape.

Fujieda: Is that really comfortable?

Kyo: Yup.

Takabayashi: There won't be any swelling, if you raise your legs.

Kyo: But in the past, when we got to the venue I was in that position some fan suddenly opened our car's door. I was so upset she saw the L shape position.

Fujieda: It's also hard to believe someone would just suddenly open your car door.

"How do you like your meat cooked?"

Kyo: rary rare

Fujieda: You mean to grill it only a little bit? Like sizzle siz..done?

Kyo: Yup.

Fujieda: How about you Shinya?

Shinya: Medium rare.

Kyo: You don't eat Yukhoe? (*dish similar to tartare steak)

Kyo: Isn't it rary rare?

Shinya: But that's special.

"A song you just hum"

Kyo: the '♪gohan ga susumu gohan ga susumu♪' one

"Do you look at the needle when you get an injection?"

Kyo: Fixedly. I also watch when I'm getting tattooed.

"You should know that ZARAME DONUTS bacon donuts will come back, so don't worry."

Kyo: .......? What? How do you know that?

Fujieda: When we were in Nagoya we got told the same. That for now they are gone but they will be available again.

Kyo: Uhm... Who are they? Why do they know this? Are you the shop's spy or something??

"A vegetable you like"

Kyo: what spring veg are there?

Fujieda: Bamboo shoots and so on.

Kyo: Bamboo shoots!

"What are you into right now."

Kyo: Sneakers and Bugs Bunny.

Fujieda: Batsu Bani?!

Kyo: Batsu Bani lol

Fujieda: What's that? Batsu Bani?

Kyo: It's a character...

Fujieda: Eh? Do you know it?

Takabayashi: Of course.

Fujieda: Batsu Bani... I have no idea. I didn't bring my phone so I can't check... What kind of character is it?

Kyo: I said.

Fujieda: Baksu Bani?? ...ah! Bunny! It's a rabbit?

"What fabric softener do you use?"

Shinya: No preference. Something smooth

Takabayashi: Not the pods?

Shinya: No. Water... should rather say liquid.

Takabayashi: I'll look for it next time.

Kyo: Any softener would be okay for me, but there's Fafa, isn't the bear super cute? Have you seen that commercial? Where the bear falls on the towels. It's very cute. Watch it. It's on the net. It makes me feel better even when I'm irritated.

Fujieda: So at the moment you like two characters, FaFa bear and Bugs Bunny.... !!! Bugs Bunny! You meant Bugs Bunny!

Kyo: You finally got it 😆

[goodjobsadie]

maaaan lemme tell y'all a silly little story about my day.

I am going to a wedding this weekend. I ordered little boots to go with a dress I have been saving. The tracking dropped off yesterday and idk if they'll come in time.

I only own doc martens and beat up sandals. no other style of shoe. no flats, not heels, period. ay. i'm also in no position to go out and buy more shoes.

could I borrow some shoes? I have size 6 feet, which is uh, pretty hard to come by. the only person I could think of who has small feet is my friend Ruby's sporty ass lil girlfriend. so in a long-shot I ask Ruby if Gaby has any heels. So Ruby looks around the apartment and then is like 'Gaby is really confused you gotta text her lol'. so I do and apologize and wait a few hours.

I left class early to go to a doctors appointment THAT IS TOMORROW. they told me whoops wrong day, and then a nurse chased me outside to say 'naw let's fit you in.' so I sat in a room until we came to the conclusion that the meds I need aren't in the system yet so we couldn't do it anyway. c'est la vie.

so I biked a few miles in the rain home, had a good laugh, ate dinner, etc.

Gaby finally texted me that she owns tan heels in a 6.5 that I can borrow for the wedding, god bless america. I really didn't see this one coming. I also hit refresh on the tracking info and supposedly, my package will arrive tomorrow.

and this is all without mentioning that I started my day by talking to a guy who was dressed like Luigi walking by my house. remembering that i talked to a weird guy dressed as Luigi is kinda like the morning I was walking to work and found an unopened undamaged box of granola bars on a bridge and forgot about them till the evening when I got home. like it's just a little reminder that reality is flimsy, time is subjective, and that this current timeline is definitely broken.