#i’ll probably delete this later. just wanted to say hi lol

[s0ft-karina]

spooky movie marathon fit 🕸️🖤

[electragapi]

fwiw I agree that Eddie doesn’t have internalized homophobia but I don’t think Eddie “finding joy” in 806 precludes his coming out from being angsty. 

[4linos]

SKZ hyung line random hard thoughts (18+) MDNI.

warnings: porn. mentions/hinting of free use & somnophilia.

(a/n: don’t take this serious 😝 i’m just bored & these are my personal opinions lol)

maknae line ver.

red links are phb & regular links are twitter!

chan

- sorry but he's a dom not a sub or a switch he's just a dom.

- very passionate lover & VERYYY experienced.

- has a hidden folder full of lewd pictures of the two of you.

- nudes/dick pics. he'll sneak off when he's busy with schedules, makes some kind of excuse that he has to use the restroom and snaps a picture or video of his hard cock to send to you.

- when you tell him you're going shopping he'll always send you extra money for lingerie, he likes those silk slips he can lift up whenever for easier access.

favorite position: missionary

"don't hold back. let me hear how much you love it."

"you're such a good girl getting all wet for me. you're all mine, aren't you?"

"cum for me, pretty one"

<<unrelated this video just reminds me of chan>>

minho

- dom !!!!!! anyone who says otherwise is wrong sorryyy (again).

- loves to be in control. at all times.

- gentle but can be rough especially when he's stressed.

- shower sex he loves shower sex

- doesn't care for lingerie because he'll end up taking it off of you anyway.

favorite position: doggy style

“beg me for it and i might let you cum.”

“that's it, baby, nice and slow.”

“go on. fuck yourself on my cock”

changbin

- switch but dom leaning.

- can be subby when he’s tired and horny

- role playing: pt/client, nurse/patient, ceo/secretary

- loves loves loves quickies before work

- lazy morning sex >>

- road headdd

favorite position: cowgirl

“i need you. please. i'll be quick.”

“you're taking me so well.”

“i'm yours to do whatever you want.”

hyunjin

- switch switch switch

- said this before (i think) but he doesn’t care if anyone can hear him. he’ll be very loud. so soooo whiny.

- big fan of somno

- public sex: fitting room, restroom, etc.

- pegging.. pretends he doesn’t like it and will never actually admit that he likes it.. he was reluctant to try it at first & ended up really enjoying it.

favorite position: 69

“i've been a good boy today.”

“please don’t stop.”

“i need to cum. please, i'll do anything.”

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2 posts today because why not lol again this is just for fun & i don’t know if i’m even going to make a post for the rest of the members. i’ll probably delete later heh😇.

[cutielando]

the last social media au was so cute!! maybe one where george’s gf is a famous romance book author and when they make the relationship public his friends cannot believe posh “arms against the wall 2023 intro package pose” george could be the inspiration for all the smutty scenes his gf is famous for (only if your comfortable of course!)

romance is in her books | george russell

social media au

synopsis: in which you write romance books

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user1 is nobody else wondering who she's writing the *explicit* scenes about?

user2 lol she most probably has a boyfriend or something

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i'm sorry, my love

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it's okay, don't worry. now we can mess with the fans for a bit ;)

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georgerussell63 beautiful book, who were you thinking about when you wrote it?🤔

yourusername you know, just a random Brit

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landonorris do i even wanna read it?

yourusername honestly? probably not

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charles_leclerc someone should censor you

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user1 never beating the dating allegations now

user2 she literally named her main character RUSSELL, HOW DO PEOPLE STILL THINK HER AND GEORGE AREN’T DATING??????

user3 George is the luckiest man in the world😭😭

user4 he must really rock your world if those scenes are anything like the real thing

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georgerussell63 jealous?

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user2 going to jump off a cliff, brb

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user4 George's? HOW ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N'S?

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[ask-lighty-ii]

paintbrush said to put a picture of us here! but test tube hasn’t added a camera to my phone yet :( so i went for the NEXT BEST THING! OR POSSIBLY EVEN BETTER?

painty says i’m SO GOOD at art that i’ll have caught up to them in at LEAST a million years. or they said at most.WHATEVER

HIYA i’m lightbulb, former inanimate insanity contestant and CURRENT awesome gal living in the new hotel HOOT with my friends!! and acquaintances and non-friends!!!!! ask me anything LITERALLY ANHTHING I WANT TO HEAR FROM THE REAL WORLD FOR REALREALS!! ask box ALWAYS OPEN KEEP EM COMING CHEF!

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- aNon (Made Lightbulb specifically disappear. Rude.) (omga painty was SOOOOO saaaaddd)

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hi! 🍥💫 here, owner and only person runnin this thang

as of 1/2/25, extreme anon magic is temporarily disabled! just for a little while, and you can still send little trinkets and treats and things :) just nothing that affects the characters!

there are generally no hard-and-fast rules for this blog and what you can send in asks! obviously i will delete any asks that are extremely inappropriate in any way, and i reserve the right to reject or ignore an ask for any reason. but personally, i do not have any triggers/squicks and i won’t flinch or judge you for what you send in.

(okay maybe ill judge you if you’re weird and stuff, but respectfully i prommy🫶)

i highlight text based on characters’ names or who is speaking. all of them are pretty self-explanatory/obvious; it’s just whatever’s closest to the “main” color of the character. (though, paintbrush is purple for some reason idk i like it.TUMBLR PLEASE ADD YELLOW BACK I HATE ORANGE LIGHTBUL

as for in-universe stuff………… (maybe spoilers for the “storyline” of this blog? iunno man)

- this takes place after ii18, where all the contestants, the ghosts, bot, and box currently stay at hotel HOOT. at the time of writing this, it has been announced that ii will continue in 2025, and when we see exactly how, i’ll judge how to incorporate it into this blog’s canon/whether or not to incorporate it at all. we’ll see!

- this blog is run from lightbulb’s phone, invented by test tube! i may start a sister blog to this one run from fan’s phone soon???? idk, will ask YOU GUYS !!!but later lol

- time passes much slower for them as it does for you in the real world!

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- ships!!! payjay and fantube are canon, silvercandle is tentatively canon (mostly one-sided on silver spoon’s part, im sorry ily silver), and of course, LIGHTBRUSH is… a slow burn. Suffer in real time with me as you wait for them to kiss! Loser nerd dweeb🫶

- if you’re curious about any other ships or just anything else at all, ASK AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[tomatoluvr69]

Brief check in re: Helene. TLDR I’m alive but my world has been upended and I’ll be off this website for awhile, even if I wanted to we barely have communications in our flood ravaged city. Don’t read this if you have any sort of disaster trauma I guess, I probably should’ve kept this shorter but it kind of got away from me. I may delete/edit later but I don’t really have the capacity for self censorship At the moment, i guess it was good for me to get some of it out stream of consciousness style? Lol idk guess I’m just using my blog as a blog. Anyways I lived bitch

Hi guys, thanks to the couple people who messaged me checking if I was ok, I don’t really have capacity or time to reply to them all, but I’m doing ok all things considered. Basically I live in Western North Carolina and our city has been utterly shattered by flooding after Hurricane Helene. We made it safely to Durham but we are going back tonight with a car full of mutual aid supplies like childrens medicine and chainsaw fuel and cooking oil. I don’t really have the words to describe what I’ve been going through, being cut off from all communications and information for days and have no way to reach your loved ones, to walk through a friend’s house to try to reach their water and food stash and look up at the tree in the ceiling, to stand on a railroad bridge and look down at an entire neighborhood swept away, to know that your family back home hasn’t heard from you in four days and has no way to know if you’re dead. Five people with one degree of separation to me drowned in flash floods, including two children. A college friend had his entire home swept down the river. It’s just all so uncertain. I cry at nothing. Wandering around unscathed Durham and watching people mow their lawns and go to brunch has been a surreal dream and I can’t believe I am going back. But we got some clean underwear, our first shower, and I even got my favorite taqueria order, a torta de lengua and Jesus Christ you can’t imagine how good that tasted

We’ve been without power for 10 days and the water is likely to be out for weeks, the groundwater people are using to drink and bathe may be contaminated by chemicals from manufacturing plants and you just have no way of knowing, and because the city’s water and septic systems were obliterated there is going to be untold amounts of human waste and waste-borne diseases threatening public health, we just don’t know yet. My brain and body have been wracked by it all, there are times when I am somewhere safe and feel mentally calm but note with this weird sense of detachment that my body is trembling. It’s just indescribable to have your city be unrecognizable and underwater, I’m really shaken. Before we got some texting capacity back, if your roommate just failed to come home one night, you had no way to know that she wasn’t killed out there. We will be without drinking water for weeks when all this is over but that’s peanuts compared to the cars you pass by with the search and rescue symbol for “we found a body here” painted on them.

All of which is just to say I’m alive but things are still very bad and I’ll be without reliable communication for the foreseeable future, not to mention no water, and so obviously I’ll be off here awhile. I’ll be back soon enough complaining about mundane inconveniences but frankly it’s difficult to even talk to anyone outside of Helene’s destruction, I’m going to be reeling for a long time. Don’t reblog this because I won’t have the capacity to monitor this post but I guess donate to the Asheville Survival Project if you have the inclination, that’s a way for people like me who are relatively unscathed to get direct needs like formula, insulin, underwear, and shelf stable goods directly into people’s hands who fared worse, without jumping through the impossible hoops of things like FEMA. But I’ll probably be stepping back from mutual aid stuff to support my best friend who is now responsible for arranging the burials of a family of four, including his friend/coworker and her two boys, whose upcoming wedding he was going to will now be their combined funeral date. It’s really insane out here and leaving the stability of Durham with its electricity, grocery stores, toilets, and internet is honestly a bit devastating. But weirdly it will also be a relief to be back in a place where the grimness in your heart is not at odds with your surroundings and you talk to people without preface, with dirty hair and dirty clothes and break down in tears in any given conversation with a stranger, if that makes sense? I also can’t really imagine evacuating cause that’d be incredibly jarring in a different way. It’s so hard to explain. I’m so irritable and angry and numb all the time. I’m yelling at the person who loves me most in the world, so many of the emotional issues I had before this exploded to a boiling point in shocking and unpredictable ways. I go around floating in a daze.

But I’m very, very lucky to be alive and none of my loved ones killed, I just don’t really know what the next few weeks will hold and if, like, cholera is gonna break out, or people I know will die of things like food allergies because they can’t get a new epipen. There’s absolutely no way to convey what this survivor’s guilt is like, of having survived through sheer random luck of the draw. And the things I have seen with my own eyes will never leave me, and the gruesome phone calls I sat with my friend as he received, with the trauma unfolding in waves as the family’s bodies were identified one by one, and all the graphic details we absorbed of the eyewitness account of their panicked attempts to escape the floodwaters before they were swept to TN. I did not witness it but I cannot shake it. I can’t go more than a few minutes before the phrases ring through my head again. And I work at a school and I have no way of finding out if all my students survived, because they are children without their own contact info, until the school is able to contact me with any deaths. That uncertainty is weighing tremendously on my shoulders right now and I can’t believe I’m sitting in a cafe and I still don’t know the extent of the death toll or if the kids I’ve known and worked with every day for so long we’re able to escape their homes.

I guess just keep Western NC in your thoughts, the devastation is going to take years to crawl back from, but also keep paying attention to Gaza, the trauma and devastation there is so much more unimaginable and this has given me a new perspective on what it’s like to watch from afar as people continue their lives while yours is unrecognizable. Idk how much longer I’m gonna have the capacity for mutual aid stuff here but I’m going to try. I may yet decide to evac, but you must understand this is my home and my community, and I want to be here to support my closest friend through this unimaginable loss, and the fact that he is responsible for arranging all four of their burials. Unless the city orders non essential personnel to leave then I will probably stay.

And there are of course moments of levity and fun, especially before we found out about the people, like breaking into a NC state extension agricultural experiment field and stealing some veggies off the vine, or cooking up big giant feasts of whatever we could save from the fridge.

I’ll check back in when I can and if any of you guys also live in southern Appalachia and need to be put in touch with aid I’ll check my DMs here when I can, we can get people out to you with whatever you need. But yeah just keep us in your thoughts I guess, things are still really bad. I’m going back to shop for more mutual aid stuff but then we’re leaving again but I’ll check in when the internet’s back I suppose

Eat a nice hot meal for me, don’t take ice cubes or your shower for granted, and watch something pretentious. xoxoxoxoxox ur favorite natural disaster survivor, tomato lover sixty nine

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You're a Real Tough Kid, Gotta Make It On Your Own

Hi! So I know the concept of Jay being mad that Will wasn't there for when their mom died has been beaten to death, but I was watching the deleted scene from Season 6 episode Endings and Will says "I know you didn't get the ending you wanted but can't you be here for me" stirs up the thought of Jay wanting to scream where were you for me when mom died. Thus this little one shot was born! I did include a Halstead sister (cause how can I not lol) but I gave her a name for the first time ever! So enjoy :)

Growing up, your favorite show to watch with your siblings was MASH. As a kid, you were attached to the line uttered by Charles Emerson Winchester to Hawkeye. He says “My father was a good man, and he always wanted the best for me. But, where I have a father, you have a dad.” You could never actually pinpoint why that was your favorite line, that was until your dad passed away in a fire and you were sitting making funeral arrangements with your brothers.

Will was currently trying to call every person who knew dad in some way, I was in the process of trying to find any leftover fry on my tray so I didn’t have to take witness to this sad attempt at funeral arrangements, and Jay was just going along with everything while trying to process that he was really gone.

Then I heard Jay’s phone go off. I watched as he took the call and was interested to know what he was being told based on his facial expressions. Once he hung up, I stared at him while Will went on about some funeral home he needed to call. Quite honestly, the guy didn’t really deserve this much attention to detail, but this is Will we are talking about, he missed mom’s funeral, and missed the arrangements for that one, so I can see why he is doubling down on trying to get this one right. 

“Where are you going? I asked Jay, when I saw him get up. 

“Work” was all he replied.  Will looked annoyed, so I sat back and watched the events unfold like I knew they would. 

“You can’t stay 20 minutes? I think work will understand. It’s dad.” cried out Will. 

“Will, he’ll probably come back” I interrupted. I was hoping that much was at least true. 

“Stay out of this, Julie” bit out Will. I just rolled my eyes, of course they want me to stay out of it, they always want me to stay out of it.

“Yea, I’ll be back” stated Jay, reaffirming my comment.

“I know you didn’t get the ending you wanted, but I need you right now” exclaimed Will. 

My mouth dropped, he did not just say that to Jay after what he went through. 

Stunned, Jay stutters out, “look, they ruled the fire an arson. I’m trying to be the bigger person here and not say something I’ll regret, so I’m going to work”

As he walked away, Will called out, “This conversation isn’t over!”

Shaking his head, he looks back at me and mutters, “figures he would try to get out of this.”

I stand up abruptly and huff out, “you know what, no, Jay is right in this. Why are we even trying to make his funeral so great? He wasn’t the greatest guy. I too need to get to work” and before Will could lay into me, I walked off. 

Later that evening, we were surrounded by Jay in his hospital room. He once again got shot on the job. 

“Jay, I’m glad you're okay, but can we finish the conversation from earlier now?” asked Will from his seat. 

��Dude, our brother was just shot and you want to finish some petty argument about dad? What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped in defense of Jay. I knew somewhat of what Jay probably was going to say to Will, if Will forced it out of him. It was something that struck a chord in Jay a lot. So I was trying to save Will from the repetitiveness. 

“No, no, I want to hear it.” pushed Will. 

Throwing his head back, Jay groaned, “Dude, if this was mom, sure, then I’d be over the moon to sit on a patio at some diner making all the funeral plans, cause it’s what she deserved. Hell, Julie and I did do that back when she died. We both took off work and tried to loop you in, but you were away at school and were too busy with clinicals or exams or whatever it was that you had to do, so you couldn’t get away. But dad, was just dad, he wasn’t that great of a guy, he and I just didn’t click, like you know and I just think he was a very simple guy who probably would be fine with just a quick hole in the ground funeral service, no funeral home wake or open casket viewing needed.” 

Will looked like he was about to cry. He didn’t have that special relationship his brother or sister had with their mom. He was always somehow closer to their dad. And to know how he felt at the patio this afternoon was something his siblings felt when their mom passed made him sad to know he abandoned them when they needed him. 

“Can I just add something?” I piped up. 

Both my brothers looked at me, letting me know I had the floor. 

“We all grew up watching reruns of MASH on the TV together. I always felt a deep personal connection to the line uttered by Charles in the last season with Hawkeye, where he tells Hawkeye that he has a father while Hawkeye has a dad. I never understood how to explain why, but I think I finally get it knowing that Will had a completely different experience growing up with dad than Jay and I. "

[captain1unikitty]

I’m thinking about it, I know I don’t really like all engines go so much but I have a bit of a fanfic idea. Probably going to be a one time thing like I did for a bluey fanfic (which I sadly ended up not making it anymore due to very bad timing)

This one will be about Thomas of course but takes inspiration of both shows and maybe the railway series too (since I have some of the books I need to read) here’s some things about my small plan

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Thomas is still cheeky and young but shows why he’s that way, like he gets abandoned or something on the main land when smaller, but then maybe Edward or someone from sodor comes along and takes him. Then of course he plays tricks on Gordon and Emily is here already. Little later, Percy arrives and everyone wants to be friends with Percy. (I’m making Percy young too and the other friends he hasn’t met yet) Thomas kind of becomes a jerk and does something bad to Percy, it get Gordon and Emily angry (also yes sir topham hat is here too) he’s also mad.

Throw out the first act, they mention someone named Lady, all the trains heard some legends about her. So Thomas runs away from the shed one night and gets kind of lost, he meets the original engine who had the one and he helps Thomas is like somewhere on another side of Sodor and meets Diesel who’s kind of uninterested in Thomas. But when Thomas mentions Lady, the other Diesel engines laugh a bit. (I’ll probably have to think of something for diesel to join in) they also meet James (only he’s like a teen or something, much older than the 2)

(I’m still thinking if i should add the 2 girls, maybe one of them like Kana or whatever her name is since the other one is from Africa, let’s just say she’s not on sodor yet) whatever I do in story, I’ll have Thomas go on his own again like something happened along the way to find Lady. I’ll use the random mountain thing from one of the specials that’s out. So anyway, Thomas finds some tunnel that leads him to a magic railroad, there finding Lady (also I’m trying to think more on what she should say bare with me here) Thomas gets out of the caves with Lady and returns to his friends, then back to home. Gordon, Emily, and Sir Topham Hat are all glad Thomas came home, and Lady goes back to the magic railroad.

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Ok this is already so messy lol

But this is just a side project I’ll probably post on Wattpad or if I get Archive of our own ever again (I did have it but then I deleted it because I used it wrong) but you can add ideas in the comments too if you want I need some help with maybe changes, but just remember it’s kind of a redo of all engines go somewhere kind of thing but still has some of the original stuff in the original show.

Only gif I can find 🚆

[gloriousburden]

lokilokilokilokilokilokilokilokiloki (translation, do you have any thoughts on loki you'd like to share, thank you, have a good day)

(No need for translation, I hear you loud and clear.)

Honestly just now I was trying to find this one picture of Tom behind the scenes of The Dark World with makeup artists/hairstylists. He was sat in a chair, and I think they were doing his cheekbone makeup.

I was trying to find it, because I wanted to try and find more info and figure out what kind of contour/makeup they used on him because I need it 😭😭😭😭

Update: I ended up finding the picture (the one on the left), and two others. But I can’t find the original post 💔 I have a screenshot of it somewhere lol i remember it said #Cheekbones

Other than that…

I’ve been thinking about this. I’m pretty sure it’s a deleted scene of Loki that would’ve been in AOU? I could be wrong though. Would’ve loved to have seen more of it regardless 😞 I wonder if Loki would’ve ever gone out in Asgard like this, instead of disguising himself as Odin all the time. Somehow going without being recognized lol. He has his ways.

I remember watching TDW for the first time, and being so hyped when it was revealed that Loki survived and that he was disguising as Odin. I don’t love how it was handled in Ragnarok, so… I’ve been making up scenarios in my head of Loki ruling Asgard undercover after the events of TDW. Aww, he must’ve felt so alone.

Also I need to see more Loki outfits!!! More Loki looks!!! I need to see Loki with even longer hair like the beautiful princess he is!!!

(Lol I really have nothing intellectual or of importance to say 😭😭😭😭)

I saw these boots that reminded me of Loki’s at a store. I couldn’t tell if they had my size 💔

I also found this book about the objects used throughout the MCU, and this page implies that Loki killed Laufey in revenge for him abandoning him as a baby?

“Like many of Loki’s best-laid plans, ultimately failed.”

How rude 😞

Turned around the corner, and saw this in the corner of my eye. I thought I was imagining it at first, but then I was like Hey… I know you.. I know your face…

And… that’s really it for now. I’ll probably come up with something more interesting later LOL. Thank you, you too! Thanks for the ask!

[honeymochibubbletea]

Heya again! Surprise! Another post on the same day?! Whaaat? :O

This one is more of an “experiment” if i say so myself: i wanted to do a “dating headcanons”! But with Charlie and Phantasmo! (And if somehow Fluff or Jencil feels uncomfortable with this specific post, just DM me and i’ll delete it)

And with that, let’s begin! ;D

(Image above was drawn by Fluff, Phantasmo belongs to Fluffpillow)

☆~Dating Phantasmo~☆:

Uhhh… Are you alright? Do you care about your life and wellbeing…?

Well, you would probably met for the first time when he kidnapped you to turn into an experiment, but since you were so “annoying” by his standards, like asking him way too many questions or how handsome and beautiful he was or how much you would like to have a date with him. He would eventually let you go, of course, that was all an act to try to scape his clutches… but… it probably worked a little TOO well: when not even 1 second you were out of his lab, he pulled a lever and brought you back without any problem back into his lair. He was more intrigued than anything by you: he wanted to know why and who on their right mind would want to date him. He was… invested in you, and being also a very, VERY curious “person” himself, he wanted to know everything about you. But don’t get him wrong, he wants to know everything about you only to “break” you more deeply and better~ (yes, don’t act all surprised, the beginning of this “relationship” wouldn’t be a sea of roses)

And if you’re actually a fan of him and was not pretending? At first he would not believe you: I mean, who would want to be a fan of a villain? But eventually he “warms up” (translating to: his ego spoke more louder) to the idea of having someone who would do everything he asks of them and would worship him.

He would 100% take advantage of you in all ways possible, especially if you are a naive person. He would exploit your kindness and love for him. Yeah, at first you would say it would be a very, very toxic relationship because of how one-sided it would be. (Not to mention he’s a psychopath)

But eventually, slowly but eventually: he would… still not completely warm up to you but also not completely pretend to love you anymore: he would always feel… “weird”? “funny”? Inside whenever he was around you… no matter how much he was mean or rude to you, no matter how much he was fake with you… you always had a spare smile: just for him…

He would definitely hate physical touch at first… but when eventually he finally starts really loving you? I hope you like clingy people, because ohoho boy: he WILL be clingy as hell with you.

Your nickname you gave him was: big marshmallow (afhghfghfghfbhbh)

Just like Charlie, Phantasmo is also very easily flustered when you give him genuine compliments, caress his face gently, kiss sweetly his cheeks, play with his goatee or his ghost tail or simply call him big marshmallow ahahahaha!

He will always, and i mean ALWAYS want to have control over the relationship: he sees love as a competition, as a tool for power… so don’t expect him going all soft and trusting of you anytime soon.

His love language would be at first: words of affirmation and receiving gifts. Later when he finally falls in love with you: physical touch, words of affirmation and acts of service! :D

The biggest reason he was so in denial and apprehensive of falling in love with you was because he already had someone before… even if he doesn’t remember…

Every time he has a stressful day, was beaten up by Charlie or is having a panic attack, he immediately calls out for you to aid him 🥺 (i imagine him gently scratching your arms and/or biting into your neck to calm down)

I honestly don’t know if he’s British or French… uhhh… i dunno, maybe he would call you his “Cheri” or his… tea bag? His “little biscuit”? I don’t know, I’m neither British nor French lol

He loves kissing your arms and your neck, and no, i am not going to take criticism on that one, i rest my case.

Public affection? No, thank you: after all, it’s nothing personal, it’s just he has an image to maintain.

(Image above was drawn by Fluff, Charlie belongs to Jencilthepencil)

☆~Dating Charlie~☆:

She’s a very chill person most of the time, so she would never force you to do anything if you don’t want to… buuuuuuut… she may use her charm and persistent nature sometimes to convince you to do something with her, like, maybe go fishing or exercise with her. Because, let’s be honest: she may not say that much but… she loves your company. She just can’t do these activities alone anymore when she has you by her side. :3

When you two met for the first time, it was in the middle of a fight against Phantasmo: he was ready to shoot you with his gun when she got on the way and protected you from him. After she beaten him up, you decided to make the first move and ask for her number: of course, at first she laughed respectfully and said you were a little too forward but gave you her number.

Obviously it took some time for you two to know each other better and, eventually, fall in love: it took a lot of messages, letters and talking for that to happen.

At first she was honestly surprised at herself failing in love with someone, and even worrying about you because… well, now she has a weakness, one that Phantasmo could very well take advantage of. But after Carter and Squirt motivated her to go for it, she shyly (but tried to play of as “cool”) asked you on a date! :D

Her favorite things to do with you are: exercising together, fishing and taking a nap together.

I dunno about y’all but… she would definitely love to show off her strength and muscles to you. (Hahaha)

She kind of became a little too protective of you because of Phantasmo, she just loves you so, so much… she really wouldn’t know what to do if… Phantasmo took you away from her…

And speaking of which: eventually that happens, what she feared most became reality: Phantasmo had you on his arms, you had tape over your mouth and were tightly bound, you were crying and desperately trying to cry out Charlie’s name… and the mad scientist mocking you and your lover:

Phantasmo: ohohoho~ look who came to save you, y/n~ your precious hero, Charlie~

Charlie: Let them go you bastard!

Phantasmo: oh my, oh my~ why the rush~? Do you really not care about their… SAFETY~?

And with that, Phantasmo pressed his scalpel closer towards your neck and Charlie shouted at him to stop: that she would do anything to make him let you go… and that is going to continue in a future fanfic that i am writing muahahahaha! >:)

You two wouldn’t fight so much: even if Charlie is a strong head sometimes, she can be very mature when she needs to. You two would only fight because of her overprotectiveness of you.

She’s easily flustered when you can rizz her up or call her cute names like: teddy bear or strong otter. (By the way, when Phantasmo takes knowledge of this, he definitely starts calling her your cute names you gave to her only to annoy her… and having his ass beaten by her in the process hahaha!)

She also loves when SHE can make you feel all funny inside: she teases you by calling you her cute little crab~ ;)

I have the light impression that Charlie would like kisses either on her forehead or her cheeks, there’s no in between. And no, i don’t take criticism, i rest my case.

Also you two would love tickling each other as a form of affection! :D

If i had to guess Charlie’s love language, i guess it would be: quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch!

And that’s it! If you guys liked my silly headcanons, you can send me through my inbox your asks if you would like to see more of these stuff! ;3 (and also some ideas for reader x Phantasmo/ reader x Charlie!)

[s0ft-karina]

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[tempenensis]

Hi Lele ! Hope you’re doing good <3 and yeah shippers didn’t get the fact that he have a big platform and mistranslating things ( not the first time ) just to satisfy a ship is kinda harmful when the op didn’t said that, in that context.

Yes he has a second account but he still has a huge number of followers and he continues to mistranslate what a staff or even the mengaka says just for his ship and to please people who love this ship. They don't realize that it changes a context of a lot of things just because it's poorly translated.

and i talked to s-san he had to deleted his tweet bc those fans where attacking him just bc he said that it’s dangerous when you mistranslate things for a ship. which is right.

And the thing that is mind blowing is when for example, if someone says satoru and suguru are besties, they directly say that you are h^mophobic! And says if it were a ship with a female they would never say that! But I remember in SNK half of the fanbase in 2021 was against the relationship of mikasa and eren while isayama-sensei gave more details in the manga about their relationships than gojo and geto. hell even historia and ymir which is f/f were more accepted bc they had more details that they love each other in a romantic way than gojo and geto. for me, who experienced the same with my best friend in the sense that she was my first friend and 15 years later we lost sight of each other bc of an argument. These fans needs to know that there are friendly soulmates and tbh it's a thousand times better than romantics one lol. and if like i want to tweet about it i’m like hell no I don't want to be harassed or insulted.

For me Akutami sensei managed to make their friendship magnificent and I think many recognized themselves in their, myself include.

The worst thing is that these same fans tell you that you don't read the manga or translations ???????? I don't know if Akutami sensei gave them another manga to read but in each panels he wrote best friends clearly ! And when you ask them out of curiosity to show you the translations ? well, it's downright taken out of context and even false and when you tell them that, they insult you too.

i love jjk, love the relation between gojo and geto but i really really hope the manga end this year bc the amount of toxicity is mind blowing.

that’s why i think anon said about changing the whole plot of their relation bc tbh with you i’ll not be chocked if gege change it to satisfy this ship. i really hope japanese fans are not toxic like this. and gege will not change it.

and i’m so sorry if it was long :/ i really hope your have a wonderful day <3

Hshs, hello, anon!

To be honest, that is the same wish I have; for the manga to end quickly. I hope gege stuck in his way and end the manga sooner than later. I'd hate if he drags the story more and more. The longer the story goes, the more my braincells go from all the drama :")

Honestly I really don't have any problem with Gojou and Getou's relationship, as I said before in this ask. I honestly appreciate how gege draws their canonical relationship but precisely because of that, I can't see them as a ship. However, just like you, my vexation over this particular ship comes from the shippers. I know in any fandom there'll be that some ships where the fans are very loud, but at least I hope akutami-sensei doesn't see this... mess. I will be so embarrassed as a fellow fan if he has to see this uncivilized behavior over a ship.

Although the japanese fandom does have their share of toxicity, I can say that it's very rare for ship fans to attack others. Shame them, probably, lol, if they tag things wrongly. But at least I can find solace from the sideline, unlike the other fandom which cause me headache from just watching them.

[againstme]

going off of my last post, being given a copy of the screenplay of hir by taylor mac just resonated with me. it just right now made me remember being a young middle schooler going to the public library, and picking up YA books, as one does in the 2010’s, but also finding queer books and sneaking them into my stack of books so my mom wouldn’t notice.

these books were I Am J by cris(spelling?) beam, and freakboy by kristin elizabeth clark. both books talked about transness, the first one focusing on the story of a trans man, who was an artist, that also had history of self harm, being rejected by his family for being trans, and running away for a bit to find himself, only to later have his family accept him. if you know anything about me, you can see why i would resonate with that as a young queer kid, lol.

the second one was also focused on transness, with the main plot being split into the perspective of three characters: an out trans woman, a closeted trans/nonbinary?/genderqueer? (potential) trans woman, idk it’s been so long since I’ve read it, and the closeted person’s partner, which i didn’t really care to read about honestly.

a thing that i really liked about freakboy is that some if not a majority of the book is in prose. which i really enjoyed, as a lover of poetry, especially queer poetry, at the time. cue me watching button poetry videos about queer identity, still sneaking and watching it when my mom wasn’t around. and writing my own poetry, lost in composition books i’ll never be able to find again, or on websites that are now shut down.

it just made me think. i’ve know i was trans since i was in the 5th grade, in 2011. (yeah yeah think about how ancient you are or whatever lol) once i had the language for transness, i immediately connected with it. immediately was watching “androgynous makeup” or “boy to girl transformation” or vice versa videos on youtube, in secret, deleting my browser history.

always having the instinct to hide it, to delete it, to not let anybody know. to be in and out of the closet, never fully feeling free to be myself. out to some people, closeted to most for my safety was how i spent most of my adolescence until i was kicked out at 18 for being trans, that being seen as me being “defiant” and a “problem child”, “disrespectful” to my mother, straining our already very strained relationship, filled with fighting and arguments, being punished for wearing my brother’s clothes, wanting to cut my hair, trying to bind my chest while wearing 3 sports bras at a time. but always feeling the urge to hide it. for my safety, and because i knew that people were ashamed. that it was a shameful thing in general, and especially to my mom. what would her peers think about her having a trans child, she would say. what about my reputation, she would say. do you know how this could affect me?

but i could never change it. i could never just Stop being trans. it was engrained into me for as long as i could remember. no matter how many dresses or braids or makeup that i was put into by my family, and expected to smile and look like a beautiful girl, being expected to grow into a beautiful woman, marrying a man as a woman, having kids.. i never resonated. i would think at night about it and always come to the conclusion that i would never be happy like that. and still, i had to hide it. i knew for so long, deep down, that that wasn’t the life that i wanted, that i was going to live. because, i knew, that either i would transition or i would die.

the point of this long winded post that people probably aren’t going to read anyways is that even the smallest bits of representation stick with you. a book i only feel comfortable reading at the library while my mom isn’t there, too afraid to check it out. meeting a trans guy for the first time when i was in the 8th grade, and everything clicking. watching the true trans documentary by laura jane grace and seeing trans people alive, despite everything they went through. seeing trans joy. trans love. trans acceptance. it gave me, closeted me, wearing dresses and braids and beads and my hair in puffs as a little girl me, some sense of hope. that i wasn’t going to die. that i had a choice, no matter how long it would take me to get there. pushing through all of it. all of the fights, all of the abuse, all of the trauma, lack of support, trying to come out to friend’s parents that i thought i could trust and then them outing me to my mom, being outed by teachers, going to the gsa and being pulled out of school as a whole as a result, taking off my makeup and stuffing my pride flags into my backpack after coming back on the train from tokyo pride, having my mom tell me to leave because she wouldn’t go against what God says, being alone for my first thanksgiving without my family, not having a mother for a while, all of it. it was hell. it wasn’t easy at all, and i never expected it to be. i never expected that i would’ve lived to tell the story. i thought i was going to die at 16. hell, i tried. many times. to be yet another trans teen suicide, misgendered and deadnamed by my family at my funeral, the wrong name being put on my gravestone. i was ready to accept my fate.

but i made it. every little bit of representation i could find, through books, poetry, tv shows, documentaries, all consumed in secret, made me stronger. gave me hope. gave me the resilience to keep going because i wanted to, needed to, reach my goal. reach the ability to be happy, at home in myself in a body that felt so distant from myself for as long as i could remember. i made it.

[totallyexhausted]

Random Sick Hirano (with his parents) Notes for my FF for Back-up

Just small notes on one of the ff’s in case my computer deletes the files again (so I have like a triple backup)...

(Just random-ass notes for right now to have a back-up back-up for myself) - feel free to comment or motivate me lol jk brb crying.... 

Title: 

Sick/ dinner, bath, arguing, AE, mom, dad/ eating, sick, day off, calls Kagi… Dad EMT, mother stay at home.

 Flashback, fight, feelings

Everything alright here, Kagiura?

Pft. This your boyfriend?

What? No, he’s-

It doesn’t matter who I am. Kagi? You good?

Y-yes. It’s fine, right, Tashaki?

He punches Kagi, Hirano tackles him.

 FH:

Sore muscles?

 Shit, how was he supposed to go back to normal after that?

 6a.m.

The phone rang several times before the younger boy picked up, and Hirano smiled as his voice filled his ear, thick from sleep, still fighting to stay awake.

“I’m not sure if you remember but its Saturday, and we’re on break, which means I don’t have practice…”

“Well, I want to make sure you aren’t forgetting the routine. Have to keep you on your toes, after all.”

The lines quiet for a few minutes, and Hirano wonders if Kagiura fell back asleep. He’s about to say something when rustling fills the other end of the line, and the younger boy whispers, “Hirano… what’s wrong? Your voice… are you not feeling well?”

He sounds more awake now.

Hirano winces as Kagiura’s words meet his ears. Of course the younger boy knew him well enough to know when something was off. He hadn’t known there was something wrong with his voice but given he hadn’t talked much over the past few days, he’d imagined it sounded rough, hoarse, weak.

“No, I’m fine,” Hirano says, “Sorry, I was sick, but I’m better.”

There’s a quiet pause again.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve been sick since… Wednesday? My parents took me to A&E the other night. But I’m better now. I feel better now. I promise.”

Hirano isn’t exactly sure why he promised… it just felt right. Kaguira sighs, “You were at A&E? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? You should have- I would’ve- well, I don’t know what I would have done, but it would have been something! You’re supposed to tell me when you’re sick, Hirano!”

“You’re really dense sometimes.”

“Well, you’re an idiot sometimes, so…”

“Great. The blockhead and the idiot.”

Hirano laughed, “Yeah, has a nice ring to it.”

 Part of him feels guilty. He’d be giving the younger the same lecture if it was the other way around.

 “I’ll probably fall asleep.”

“That’s okay. Could we… just talk until then?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Hirano can hear the smile in Kagiura’s voice.

  Blunt.

 “Is that why you didn’t tell us you didn’t feel well, son?”

“We spend so little time together now…”

“We’d rather know you’re okay and healthy than fret over some cancelled plans… idiot.”

Hirano glances up, a small smirk crossing his face as his father’s eyes meet his, the playful smirk setting on old features.

“I’ve been told I’m dense sometimes.”

“Well, that’s an understatement. Whoever said that must know you pretty well, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess… he does.”

His father’s quiet for a few minutes, “You’re lucky to have him, then… so don’t mess it up, Taiga.”

If he was being honest, he felt okay on the train; but the day progressed he just started feeling worse… He blamed Kagiura. He’d taken a stupid sip from his water bottle when the younger had offered. A day later, the stupid kid had gotten the stomach flu and basically spent the day in the bathroom trying to isolate himself from Hirano until the older dragged him out, demanding he sleep on a bed versus the floor… they’d gotten into an argument which ended with Hirano getting puked on and Kagi breaking down. But Kagi was always getting sick, so Hirano hadn’t really thought too much about it. Besides he always felt like shit after exams or was getting sick after them, too much stress and pressure, eating away at an exhausted mind…

 Her fingers running through Hirano’s blonde locks, brushing his bangs away from his blue eyes before tucking a few strands behind his ear. Truthfully, she hated the blonde hair and the earrings, but neither her nor her husband were going to stand in the way of Hirano expressing himself. Especially since he’d had such a hard time fitting in in middle school. It was heartbreaking to know he wasn’t the same kid they’d raised. He wasn’t open with others the way he used to be. Middle school hadn’t been kind to him… hadn’t been kind to a sweet boy. Because of that, Hirano learned to lock himself away, learned to keep his feelings inside, his thoughts, himself… until he broke, until he yelled or screamed or cried or fought… until he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

 “These are new,” his mother said gently, ghosting her finger over the blue earrings. A gift from Kagi.

“He sounds sweet.”

 “He’s getting too old for you to carry.” His father just grunted in response.

 “Are you sure you feel okay, sweetheart?”

“Hm. Yeah, sorry… just tired,”

“Taiga.”

There’s firm hand pressed against his forehead, and Hirano feels the chopsticks fall from his fingers as his hand slips…

 Whatever happened next was a giant blur. Nauseating and hot..

“You need to take the meds, son.” It’s not a suggestion. It’s an order. A command.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’ll give you more water in a few minutes. We just really need you to keep this down.” There’s a tone of desperation in her voice that Hirano doesn’t like…

 Bits of conversation flying around him that meant nothing to him.

“If his temperature doesn’t start to drop in an hour, we’ll need to take him to the hospital.”

“I know… hopefully he can keep these meds down. I mean, it’s been over 12 hours, what else could his stomach have left to purge?”

“You should get some rest. I’ll take his temperature in 30 minutes and let you know if it’s moved. Besides if he gets sick again or if we need to take him to the hospital, I can carry his weight. Kid’s not as tall as me yet.”

 Fevered delirium he thinks of Kagiura.

 “Where did you go?”

“Go? I haven’t gone anywhere, sweetheart, I’m right here,”

“No. I mean, you said, since we’ve been back.”

“Oh,” his mother laughed softly, and Hirano closed his eyes briefly. He’d forgotten how much he’d missed her laugh…

“You don’t remember?”

 Cool fingers run through his hair, pushing blonde bangs away from his face before caressing his cheek, a thumb running along his cheekbone gently, and Hirano groans softly before opening his eyes.

“Sorry, honey, I needed to wake you so you could take some more meds,”

 Door creaks open, a hand pressed against the side of his neck, then his cheek--- Hirano instinctively reaches his hand out, grasping a wrist before opening his eyes. Kagi?

“Sorry, son. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just came to check on you- you’ve been asleep for over 10 hours now.”

 “How about we get some food in you? Then maybe a nice shower so you can wash everything away? You can finish off the remaining meds, then go back to sleep. Sound okay?”

Hirano knew it wasn’t a command. He could refuse if he wanted, and his father wouldn’t argue with him, he wouldn’t chastise him, he wouldn’t push him… but walking, stretching his legs after laying around for so long sounded nice…  

 Hirano felt his face blush. His parents were always like this. They weren’t overbearing or suffocating… just kind and gentle and nice. They were always open with him, trusting him, not afraid to show their emotions or wear their heart on their sleeve… but they were a little older than most parents, and more passionate. They weren’t afraid to express themselves, express their emotions, something Hirano had tried and got bullied for in middle school.

He hadn’t found a balance and because of it was the constant target of fights and taunts in grade school. He remembers crying, yelling, screaming at his parents while they just sat there, letting him lash out, letting him take his anger out on them because it was their fault he was a pushover… at least that’s what he thought. What he told them. It was their fault he was getting bullied… they weren’t mad. Not then.

Eventually, Hirano learned to hide himself through a tough exterior. People tended to stay away from you if you looked like trouble… and the fact that he’d been in more fights than anyone in his class helped. He didn’t like fighting, and he’d tried to avoid it, but he learned to stand his ground, he learned how to take a punch… and how to give one.

By the time he reached high school, everything became easier. He’d dyed his hair, got piercings, managed to perfect a cold-hearted stare, and deflect a conversation, or at the very least, shut down a conversation he didn’t want to have. Middle school had taken him, a sweet boy who wore his heart on his sleeve and tormented him until he crafted a suit of armor others refused to mess with. He learned to close himself off; opening up to only those he trusted… but that circle was small. Really damn small.

 It wasn’t like Hirano could do no wrong in their eyes because God knows he’d fucked up more than he could count. Most of the time he was lectured; they talked about his actions, what he could have done differently, what he did and why he did it, and why he was being punished, then he’d accept his fate. But despite all the times he’d been grounded, or the time last year when he’d been brought home by the police for doing something stupid with Sasaki, Hirano had only been yelled at twice in his short existence. Once by his mother, the other, his father… both for fighting.

 Even when his father went through a depressive episode, Hirano tried returning the favor. He’d sit with him, sometimes talking, sometimes in quiet, his legs sprawled out in front of him as he leaned his back against the wooden headboard or sitting on the floor next to the couch, listening to the sound of his father breathing. He knew there wasn’t much he could do; that he could fix… when his father was having a low period… but he wanted him to know that if he needed Hirano, he was there. That although he might have felt alone, he wasn’t… or at the very least, he didn’t have to go through this alone.

           He’d become aware at a young age that his father dealt with depression. He was quieter sometimes, reserved, distant; his mother wasn’t. She was loud and brash, and she loved hugs… She’d explained to Hirano when he was 6 that sometimes, “Papa was just sad and there wasn’t much they could do to cheer him up.”

           It wasn’t until he reached middle school that Hirano understood what that sadness was. How it affected you. How it hurt you. He’d started sitting with his father just so he wasn’t alone. Most of the time, Hirano felt completely useless, and he fucking hated that. He hated feeling useless. Watching someone he cared about sick or hurt, and not being able to help…

 “You’re alright, son. It’s okay. Just get it up… your mother and I- we’ll clean you up. Don’t worry. You’re alright, son.”

 “I felt better.”

“You might have felt better,” his father chuckles softly, his grip still firm against Hirano’s shoulder, “Hell, you might feel better… but you’re still sick, son. Your body is still recovering. You haven’t eaten in a while, so your stomach isn’t used to the food…”

“I don’t want to,” Hirano shudders, swallowing again as he lurches, “I- I can keep- it down.”

 Hand on stomach.

 “Next time, we’ll try something different than rice porridge, okay?”

“Here, sweetheart, I made ginger tea. It’ll help settle your stomach.”

Hirano was mad at him and that was okay...

[hartxstarr]

hey so I am BONKERS late but. I just wanted to say I love your writing excerpts that you put up!! Fracas au does some kinda thing to my brain and I always love seeing more of it, and even (especially!) with the tiny other snippets I love seeing your takes on the characters in general. I know from experience it can be hard to like old writing, but like. It was really good and you should be proud of it!! Anyway I probably could have worded this better but thanks for sharing and have a nice day :)

hello hello!! thank you SO MUCH honestly i know i can be a little hard on my old stuff (ESPECIALLY fracas) but just know that i dont actually hate any of it. i just compare it to my writing nowadays and see just how different it is! it’s always nice to hear that someone likes my writing. i’ll read the comment over and over again and get so happy. and then come back later and read it again lol so for you to say this means a lot to me 💚

fracas au was something near and dear to my heart at the time. i ended up posting like three works about it (one deleted) but i spent countless school-hours writing about it in notebooks and i have so many wips in my files…in the end, i dont have those notebooks anymore and only remember the barebones of the complete story as it was. fracas would have spanned from forest-dwelling reds and blues, to them taking down a Super Secret government operation, to them returning to their home once more. with many, many, many shenanigans in between, and overlapping storylines, of course.

anyways, here’s another 2017 snippet of a fracas wip i never finished. this would have been the opening to the fic haha (i have gone in and cleaned it up just a tiny little bit but i refrained from going too hard at it, least i end up finishing the entire thing)

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“I ain’t sharing no vegetables with no-good, dirty Blues.”

Leonard squinted into the face of Sarge while the Red raised his chin in response—more so turning his nose up already to whatever the Blue leader was about to say than to his sudden proximity.

It was like a standoff in an old western movie and, if they were in a more sparse, drier climate—where thick evergreens didn't grow and the shabby pavement beneath their feet weren’t littered with pine needles—a pinecone could take the place of a tumbleweed and roll pass them down the length of the avenue, out of sight.

But as it was, they weren't in an old-town desert outside a local tavern, readying their pistols, spurs jingling. Instead, they were smack-dab in the middle of town in each others faces, the trees parting enough to let in a few good, generous rays of sunlight; and Leonard, swimming in his hoodie, didn’t seem to have a good rebuttal.

Despite this, Michael from afar whispered with as much enthusiasm as he would atop a theatre stage, “Leonard will win” like it was, in fact, some kind of duel-gunpoint competition set up for all of their amusement.

The Reds and Blues stood in a sort of collective semicircle, watching their respective leaders size each other up. Transactions never were an uneasy affair in Blood Gulch, the mutual desire for an item far more powerful than the animosity the teams constantly lived within—but, of course, Sarge wasn’t the one usually making deals.

Richard had tried to passively refrain his leader from going with him to make business with the Blues; he had wanted Dexter—as was the standard—but Sarge seemed to be bored that day, perhaps, and mentally decided that the only way to stir the light of day was to make trading far more difficult than it needed to be. Obviously. So, it was in his wake that the entirety of Red team came to witness Leonard still unable to come up with a response to his rival team leader's declaration.

“Oh yeah?” he tried after a moment more. “Well—we don’t want your fucking vegetables—”

“Yes, we do!” Lavernius threw his hands up in despair.

“Yes, we do want your fucking vegetables,” the Blue probably thought it was a pretty good save. “So—just give them to us,” and he still doesn't know what to say. “Why are you even here?”

Sarge seemed to swell at the question, back straight and towering over Leonard not in stature but in pure aura alone. “I'm here to make sure you don't swindle my team out of valuable goods!”

“Don't worry, Sarge!” Delano called out from the back. “My goods are too precious to give away so easily!”

“Thanks for the info, Delano.”

Del was always so unwaveringly cheerful. “You’re welcome, Sarge!”

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Ok I'm not familiar with suzaki yet since I haven't watch HiLo yet but I mean it's yuta si tell us more pls

..so since this ask’s answer got deleted by tumblr while I was typing it, I’ll try this again……

So just so you know, Yuta’s currently only in one film, which is the most current one, and it’s on Netflix, but if you try to watch it on its own you’re gonna be REALLY confused cuz you have to watch at least all of the Oya High arc to understand the new gen. Most of the movies are available on Netflix, but the tv shows you’ll have to go digging for and prob use VPNs (but you didn’t hear it from me). I highly recommend the 1st generation arcs because Cobrs is my fav, and anything with Sannoh is the best plot high key~~

(I’m so annoyed my answer got deleted cuz I was cooking with a three paragraph response, mannnn)

So basically, Yuna is Tsukasa’s sister, but she got involved with SWORD wayyyyy before him because she ran away as a kid and Cobra took her in cuz he’s got a soft spot for good kids like her who were just raised in bad circumstances. He treats her like his little sister, teaches her how to defend herself, teaches her how to protect the community, teaches her what it takes to be a leader, etc. However, during the casino arc when shit hits and fan and it gets really dangerous, he’s the only one with common sense so he decides to send her back home so she’ll be safe- But she doesn’t understand his good intentions and takes the whole thing personally, so to spite him, she ends up at Oya High, hoping to prove herself. But ofc the Oya boys are like “lol a girl wants to join” but they also can’t do anything about it cuz she’s Cobra’s kid, and if they fuck with her, Sannoh’s gonna burn Oya down….. so they play nice. As she gets older, she proves herself and makes a name for herself, no longer being identified as Cobra’s kid, but the Princess of Oya— A name that was originated by enemy groups to be annoying, but she spun it into a positive for herself. She’s really one of the only people allowed to enter any and all territories in SWORD— long story short, it’s cuz she did a lot for the community when she was still with Cobra, and now she does a lot to protect the idiot boys who are always trying to start stupid wars with each other, so they have a fuck ton of respect for her.

When she meets Ryo, it’s totally by accident, and they become…….. acquaintances….. not friends per say- not until a couple of months later when he kisses her then they go back to his parents’ apartment for the night. They have to keep their relationship a secret because Amagai has beef with Oya and would probably strangle Suzaki if he found out they were dating. And on the flip side, there’s no way in hellll Oya would let Yuna date someone from Senomon! So very Romeo and Juliet high key. They keep their relationship is a secret for a longgggg time until the High and Low the Worst X plot, which I can talk about in more detail if I still have your guys’ interest hahaha

(This is unfortunately a wayyy shorter reply than I wanted it to be CUZ TUMBLR DELETED THE FIRST ONE… anyhow….. I’d love to yap about it more tho so just lmk what questions you guys have- Also if this is all going over your guys’ heads cuz you don’t know High and Low lore, DONT WORRY, I can explain that too)