#im just being dramatic. im just being dramatic.

[dimlylittorch]

this actually made me choke on my drink for a sec- this is by far officially my favorite picture of this man.

maybe it’s the daddy issues talking but goddamn it i need him. cozy couch cuddling, both still wearing our jackets, trying to warm each other up from how cold it was outside. sigh.

PEDROOOOOO pls notice me

He looks so cozy!!

[strwberri-milk]

How would Xavier, Zayne and Rafayel react if we asked them to set us up with Jeremiah, Greyson and Thomas? In this scenario we're single and not into any of the LIs (but they don't know)

these kinda feel ooc but i kjinda like them anyway LMAOO let them be. mean and bitter bc thats how I feel whenever im rejected LMAOO

Xavier is pissed. He doesn't really show you the brunt of his anger but you can see he's...displeased with the way he just barely entertains the question. He'll ask if you really want him to get you with Jeremiah and if you really think that a guy like that is deserving of your attention. Somehow, despite how harsh the words themselves are his soft voice betrays their venom and you can delude yourself into thinking he's just being dramatic or making fun of his close friend.

You wouldn't be able to use Xavier to get to Jeremiah at all. He won't go out of his way to stop you from hanging out with him if you don't tell him you're going to see him but he makes his disapproval known at any given moment in time. You'd have to seek out the object of your affections independent of Xavier but when he sees the two of you together his gaze darkens and he observes from the sidelines.

Ultimately, he does want your happiness so he'll keep his thoughts to himself. However, you know he isn't happy about the fact you're seeing Jeremiah but you can't understand why. It's not because the man is treating you poorly - it's just because Xavier wants you. The fact that he can't have you vexes him but he's also not wanting to admit this to you. He grows distant with Jeremiah but if you ask him to spend time with you he finds it hard to say no. He'll always be longing for you, praying that you'll return his feelings but with every day that passes he knows the chance of it happening dies.

Zayne doesn't know how to respond. He asks you a little about your feelings for Greyson, trying to understand just how much you like the man. When it's clear that just the simple act of introducing him to you would make you happy he decides to do it despite every part of his body screaming no. He loves you and he wants you but he also knows he'd never forgive himself for getting in the way of your happiness.

It would take him a second honestly to muster up the mental energy to ask Greyson if he'd like to meet you. He mentions that a friend of his would like to meet him and internally, he's devastated when Greyson says yes, setting up a time and place for the two of you to meet.

As your relationship with him develops Zayne finds himself wishing he could retract. He loves you and he always will but seeing you so happy with someone that isn't makes his heart break. He doesn't go out of his way to avoid you two but he also doesn't really hang out with the two of you either. He tries to keep himself neutral as much as possible, not letting his personal feelings bleed into his professional life.

Honestly, it seems as though he doesn't have a personal life. He throws himself into work now that you don't have as much time to be with him. He doesn't really mind being too busy for other things but a part of him misses when he could spend all his free time with you. You'd start to see less and less of him, Greyson telling you that he's just busy all the time. You miss him too but you know he is a busy man, the two of you falling out of touch as time passes at an agonizingly slow pace for him.

Rafayel wouldn't introduce you to Thomas for similar reasons to Xavier. He doesn't think Thomas deserves you so you'd have to circumvent Rafayel which is fairly easy considering how often Thomas comes by his place for work and how often Rafayel insists you have to come over.

It's best to speak to Thomas whenever Rafayel is in the midst of an elaborate painting considering he'll leave you alone as all of his attention is taken up. That's when the two of you would bond and your relationship would grow, much to Rafayel's displeasure. He notices what's happening and would make subtle hints (read: complain loudly) about how you deserve someone better than Thomas. He tries to steal your attention but the more it fails the meaner he seems to get.

Thomas finds himself either fired or demoted but thanks to the fact that he's been able to work with Rafayel for so long he finds new work quickly. You want to scold Rafayel for being so petty but the man you find isn't the one you grew to know. This one is cold and almost cruel, never outwardly saying anything mean to you but you get the sense that he's keeping quiet for your sake.

He can't help but lash out, deciding he doesn't need this anymore. He'll decide that he doesn't need you (and he's fully lying to himself), resigning himself fully back to feeling that ever permeating pain that seeps itself into every part of his being. He was already used to the longing before - he'll do it again.

[bhaalest]

god this is so overdue. im finally making a bg3 side blog

for a first post i wanted to list some of the artists i've been (mostly) refraining from reblogging to main for many months at this point. i meant to only do my favorite few but then i couldn't decide who my favorite few were so... here you go

@meanbossart draws absolutely beautiful art of his absolutely beautiful du drow, and also has an amazingly well-written and well-characterized story about what he, astarion, and shadowheart get up to post-game

@kawareo goes deep how his durge strike suffers from both the urge and orin's attack, and into strike before orin's attack. i love the standalone art and comics, so when i say his writing is my favorite thing he's done that's high praise

@velnna's tav staeve is another very pretty man and i don't know how to describe what i like most about his art other than "very pleasantly textured", it catches the eye in a very pleasing way

@lucklessrat has incredible dramatic and comedic timing in their comics of lethean, and i love what they do with leth being old. you don’t see that often

i have a soft spot for half-orcs and paladins so naturally i think about @everchased's finch constantly. they have several of my favorite bg3 comics ever but the SMITE one is... just gonna say i agree with astarion there

there is so much to say about @jeeaark's tav greygold, from the jokes to the relentless optimism to the visceral (in a very good way) art style, but my new favorite thing is the dark urge (godsdammit) companion series, it's really fun to see DUG and greygold interact and i can't wait for more. also, another half-orc!

@ejoym's durge devlin is wonderfully deranged, i love the dark humor in the comics, the art is really crisp, and the artist makes really great use of colors. i love how pointy everyone is also

@ohpsshaw's durge typhus is going through it at the moment. love his expressive face (and the expressiveness of the whole art style) and puppydog vibe, i can't wait to see how much he... enjoys... the rest of the game as daddy's chosen. also check out the artist's entertaining commentary on her main(?) blog

@taygra5shaon's big scary durge jacq somehow can do adorable and terrifying equally well, sometimes at the same time. this is another artist who has great timing in her comics. i especially like the young jacq ones.

@angiemaniac's tavella and durge companion au presents durge from a different and very interesting perspective. and she does a great job including every companion into the story, while tavella is still a compelling character on her own!

cae is the most beautiful durge you've ever seen and @hellothisisangle's art does such a good job of making him feel dangerous. it's incredibly beautifully rendered, the poses and fashion are always amazing, and on top of it all cae's lore is fascinating too

@wellen-katze's comics are really in a league of their own. their comics vary but my favorites are the ones that hurt to read. my favorite series is this one with ascended astarion and a nameless durge dealing with the tragic aftermath of the story. their comics hurt in an incredible way that i can't get enough of.

ghost, aka niro, by @oathbreakerapologist is wonderfully fucked up. he has a really upsetting presence (/positive) and i can't look away from his relationship with orin. this is probably the least sfw blog i'm linking, which i hope comes off as a complement

with mistercrowbar's @aldiirn it's hard to pinpoint specific things i like because the art and comics are so well-rounded, but if pressed i would point to aldiirn's visual design and the skill with which the artist makes his desire for approval and will to break the rules mesh together. i'm not sure if i want to be his friend or study him like a bug

i love @crocodiller's pining dumbass (affectionate) rowan so much. there's a lot to like about the comics but my favorite is rowan's supportive friendship with karlach. they're also very well-paced and some of the crispest art i've ever seen

i found @ryvenarts and sullen literally yesterday but i'm already very interested and excited to see if there will be more

another recent (to me) discovery, thirkuir by @jayfitzmaurice. i really like his design and the expressiveness of all the characters

@quess-art has an adorable baby durge who still has a compelling backstory i'm excited to see more of. plus the wagging tail is just perfect

@3eefstud's durge Einar is really nice to look at, with amazing colors and gradients. i'm surprised i didn't find them until very recently

i thought @panksage's Ebony Darkness D'urge was just a joke at first but no, the comics are sincere (and also funny) and just beautiful, especially the colors!

i do not know if @arianiziolek's durge has a name. catty little murder lizard (affectionate). has some of the funniest comics but more importantly the best durge facial expressions

@bajablast666 is double dipping with durges kaethan and kelrath. both their art and writing have an intensity that i love (the red outlines they use often are so good) and their writing in particular conveys emotion and visceral feeling so well

karl by @beltart is another on the surprisingly long list of people i initially found from their art, then read their writing and was blown away. i don't think i've seen anyone else depict the weight of the urge as intensely as this and i love it

and finally, a palate cleanser from all the durges, @wirywyrm's tav arthur who's in a sitcom as opposed to a horror story. i really like the texture and detail of their art and also how much of a dork arthur is. least smooth bard(adin) in the realms

incredibly i did leave out a few people, mostly people who draw companions rather than their tav/durge because i sort of locked myself into this format, so i may come back and update this later!

[fadedmunson]

wild horses | p. pascal

pairing ; pedro pascal x fem!reader :p (reader speaks some spanish)

summary ; cute lil fluff with the one & only mr pascallllll oooooooooo

warnings ; some suggestive comments (?) basically fluff

a/n ; AHHHHH finally writing for the loml after what feels like forever (i KNOW y'all saw that snl special cmonnnn)

"nena, come to bed please," pedro whines underneath atleast 3 blankets

"inna' minute i promise," you answer mindlessly, you eyes still glued to your laptop on your table

work was being such a pain in the ass right now, you nearly contemplated just shutting off the computer and quitting your job. sure, it's not luxurious or the most fun, but the job lets you work remotely so you can be home, which is wherever you and pedro are

today, home is his house in la. the sun is setting on the west coast and it peaks into his bedroom, creating a golden shade of yellow that spilled into the linen sheets he was laying on. his arm glimmering in the warm sunlight as buried his head into the fluffed pillows.

pedro was pretty jetlagged from just having gotten back to LA after doing the snl 50th anniversary, so you didn't complain or question him when he asked demanded you to come over once his plane landed. you agreed with an exception, he lets you get some work done. easy, right? right? WRONG

you forgot how much he loooooves to distract you

pulling up a chair beside you to pepper your cheek and exposed shoulder in kisses, toying with your idle hand and rings while telling you how pretty your nail polish is, braiding small pieces of your hair and reminisce about all the people he talked to in the city, saying 'fuck it' and just fully picking you up from the office chair and throwing you over his shoulder into the room, smacking your ass as you squeal and giggle for him to put you down

"and pedro is ready to finish her off," he exclaimed in a faux announcer voice as he walks over to his bed

"cariño please show mercy!" you plead, writhing in his arms, but his grip just gets tighter

"nuh-uh, you can't escape. now, for my final move; the smackdown knock-out!" you squeeze your eyes shut and yelp as he alabama slams you into the soft comforters before flopping right next to you.

you open your eyes and blink a couple times then turning your head to see him innocently tucking some of your hair behind your ear and interlocking his hand with yours

"hey pretty," he whispers while he kissing your knuckles and palm

you smile softly, taking your other hand and scratch his scalp before replying "hi handsome."

he scoots a little closer until his head is right on your shoulder, hiding his whole face into your neck

"how'd i do on my sketch? hope you were watching," he asks while wrapping his arms around your waist and you visibly see him untense more if that's even possible

"oh of course i was, how could i miss out on ronaldo? he was the sexiest brother in my opinion." you teased while caressing his arms around your waist

he lifts his head up a little "careful sweetness. if i didn't know any better, i'd say you have a crush on me." he playfully warned

"pfffffttt, as if!" you say before scooting down to be eye level with his face.

you press a kiss to his nose, the both his now slightly flushed cheeks, his forehead, the corner of his mouth, and hover over his lips before suddenly pulling away

"god im so tired!" you dramatically moan and let out a loud yawn

pedro grabs your entire face and crashes his lips into yours, completely melting into each other

his hands find solace on your waist as your hands gently grab face, feeling the stubble tickle your palms

you pull away first and you see a little pout forming on his lips

you have no idea why but it makes you completely smitten when he does that, so you give him what he wants.

tiny little pecks all over his face, the last one being accentuated with a short little 'mwah' before you pull away and see his eyes closed and a wide ass grin

"wanna watch fanny and alexander?" you gently ask while tapping your fingers on his neck

his eyes shoot open and instantly find your face

"god, i love you so much" is all you hear as he topples all his weight on you in a crushing bear hug, leaving you breathless and full of laughter

[rcklessheavn]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ── ★ ˙🏎️ ̟ !!

f1 driver!matt x influencer!reader au

summary: after influencer!reader is invited to give interviews at the grand prix event, she meets matt and everything changes for both of them.

pt. 1

warning: none

disclaimer: english is NOT my first language

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y/n.y/l i am already in love with you, monaco <3

nicolassturniolo i'm so excited to finally meet you!!

y/n.y/l same king sameee💗💗

tarayummy yessss queen!!! i´m so excited for you!!!

y/n.y/l thx bff!! ily <3

vinniehacker see u soon sis!!

y/n.y/l i still can't believe youre coming... they let anyone in these days🤩

vinniehacker ok rudeeeeee😔😔

y/nfan.user OMG IM SO PROUD OF YOUUUU!!

y/n.y/l couldnt have done it without you guys!!!💐

y/n.sturniolos22 WAIT WHAT IF SHE MEETS MATT!!!!

y/nlovesferrari OH GIRL I JUST KNOW THE VLOG WILL EATTT‼️‼️

sturniolos_fan OMG FINALLY!! SHE MADE IT!!! CANT WAIT FOR THE CONTENT!!!!!

Back to the beginning...

It all started one morning when you were filming a ‘day in the life’ vlog, an audience favorite. Everyone loved seeing how monotone—or exciting—your day could be, depending on your schedule that day. Your specialty was vlogging, mainly showcasing how far from perfect your life actually was, while still expressing how grateful and blessed you felt. And everyone loved you for it.

That filming day, you were being productive: cleaning your apartment, running errands, and answering emails by midday. As you scrolled through your inbox, a red, very familiar logo caught your eye. It had just landed in your inbox. The bright F1 logo made you freeze in your tracks. 

Your whole life, you’d been a fan of Formula 1—blame Cars the movie, and your dad and older brother for waking up early to watch races when it was still strawberry shortcake and breakfast time. You grew up alongside race cars and Formula 1, and more specifically, Ferrari. They were your team since you could remember. So when you quickly scrolled down, eager to verify if the email was real, you saw both the Formula 1 and Ferrari logos. You thought you might faint.

You composed yourself and started reading:

YOU’RE INVITED TO THE MONACO GRAND PRIX

Dear Y/N L/N,

We are huge fans of your content and find it extremely engaging. We’ve heard of your love and admiration for both Formula 1 and our Ferrari family. We are inspired by your adventurous spirit and would like to support you through a partnership and experience that could benefit both you and us.

Our Ferrari family would like to present you with a proposal to experience our Grand Prix in Monaco! We will cover all your travel expenses, including air tickets and hotel stays. We would also love for you to interview our drivers and create content for our social media.

We look forward to hearing back from you.

Sincerely,  

The Ferrari and Formula 1 Family.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. This was your dream, something you’d always imagined, and now it was actually happening. You grabbed your camera, focused it on yourself, and began recording.

“Guys! I just got the most exciting and unbelievable email ever! Without revealing too much, I just want to say how thankful and blessed I am to have you all with me! I’m about to fulfill a lifetime dream, and I couldn’t have done it without you! This vlog is going to be so exciting, so stay tuned!” With a bright smile, you stopped the camera, and the realization of what was happening hit you.

You quickly grabbed your phone and called your agent, Hailey, just to confirm it was real and that everything was going to happen. The phone rang twice before Hailey picked up.

“DID YOU SEE THE F1 EMAIL?!” you blurted out.

Hailey chuckled. “YOU FINALLY SAW IT! I’ve been reading it for over 15 minutes waiting for your call!” she said, and you laughed.

“Well, I just saw it! Please tell me I can do it and that I’m free to go!” you begged.

She sighed dramatically. “I’d rather jump out of my third-floor window right now than tell you no. Did you really think you wouldn’t go? Your dad would kill me, your brother would kill me, your mom would kill me, and YOU most of all would kill me. And listen, even if we had something scheduled for those dates, I’d call in every favor just to move it. Oh, girl, we are going to Monaco!”

Hailey’s excitement made you grin. “UGH, Hails, you're the best!” you said.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m employed,” she teased.

You both laughed, and then she became all business again. “Okay, I’ll email them back. You focus on looking for hotels, and we’ll regroup tomorrow to have a nice meeting and schedule everything. Sound good?”

“Absolutely perfect! I’ll call you tomorrow!” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Everything felt like a dream, and you couldn’t wait for this adventure to begin.

The next few weeks were a blur of planning, scheduling, and packing for your dream trip. You vlogged every moment without revealing exactly where you were going, leaving your audience hanging. Your excitement was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t deny the nerves creeping in. The idea of being surrounded by people you admired, the ones you’d seen on screens for years, was crazy to you.

The one thing you were most excited about? The interviews. You had no idea who would actually be willing to sit down with an influencer, but you didn’t care. What made your heart race was the thought of interviewing a certain driver—Matt Sturniolo. 

He was an American, a triplet, and a rising star in Formula 1. Was he your celebrity crush? Not really. But, you weren’t blind. He had an amazing presence, both on and off the track. Funny enough, his brother Nick was a mutual friend on Instagram, and you’d talked a few times about hanging out at the Grand Prix, neither of you knowing who’d be there. Nick was an influencer with his own lip balm brand, Space Camp, which you loved—it was genuinely good stuff. 

Chris, the other brother, was a loud, lovable figure in the social media world, owning his own clothing brand, Fresh Love, which was wildly successful. As for Matt, he was the quieter one in the triplet group, but still had a natural charisma that came through, especially in his brothers' videos. His passion for racing started at a young age, eventually leading him to Ferrari—the team he’d always dreamed of driving for. 

You were definitely looking forward to interviewing him. You hoped you’d get to see beyond his public persona and uncover a little more of who he was—at least on the surface.

Present Day...

You’d landed in Monaco 12 hours ago, and so far, jet lag hadn’t been an issue. You’d managed to sleep through the entire flight. Arriving in the morning gave you the chance to explore the city and even see the track with a few others who had arrived early. 

That night, you had nothing planned, so you decided to treat yourself to room service and relax. Tomorrow marked the official start of the event and all the activities you had lined up. You couldn't contain your excitement, so you made a small post on Instagram, revealing where you were. You scrolled through a few stories, liked some posts, and finally went to bed.

Tomorrow was going to be unreal.

a story by rcklessheavn

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⤷ authors note: AHHHH!!!! i cant believe i'm finally starting this!! i had so much fun doing this, i hope you guys enjoy this first one :))

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[sp4wnofch40s]

Today is our day

💀🔪Hunter appreciation post🔪💀

Has anyone ordered Hunter in the feed? Hunter's girlies, today is your day💅🏻💃🏻

[stagprongs]

hihi!! im not much of a marauders fan but my friend had a crazy hc so i wanted someones whos more in the fandoms opinion!!

basically, walburga had an affair and got pregnant w sirius, but the guy she had an affair with wasnt pureblood. and that could be another reason that his family doesnt want to asscouate with him. (FEEL FREE TO ROAST THIS HC I HAVENT BEEN IN THIS SPACE IN AGES HAHA)

OKAY, fair, fair- since when have marauders fandom ever cared about canon? So let’s dive into this absolute fever dream of a headcanon because honestly? it’s giving messy, it’s giving drama and it’s giving “ BLACK FAMILY UNHINGED”

Picture this: Walburga Black, queen of “I hate everything fun,” goes and has a spicy little affair with a non-pureblood. Like, the AUDACITY. She’s out here screaming about bloodlines and family honor, but secretly she’s breaking her own rules. Then BOOM— sirius is born out of forbidden love affair. That explains EVERYTHING. It’s not just personality; it’s in his BLOOD. His “I don’t care about the rules” energy? His leather jacket rebellion? It’s genetic, babes.

And the tea? Imagine if everyone in the family knew but just didn’t say anything. Like, Regulus side-eyes Sirius at family dinners, Kreacher is making shady little comments, and the Black family tree is just screaming in protest. The DRAMA.

I can totally see Walburga looking at Sirius and being like, “Ugh, you’re just like HIM,” while Regulus is sitting there in the corner, living his best “golden child” life, trying not to laugh because he knows all the family tea. And imagine Sirius finding out later—he’d be insufferable. Every time someone asked why he’s so dramatic, he’d be like, “Well, I am the product of a scandal, darling.” James would lose his mind. 10/10 would read this fanfic. this has “limited series with 100% Rotten Tomatoes rating” energy.

also so sorry for responding so late! i didn’t see it!

[windixie]

the way things go | frat boy! gojo x reader

🍎 pairing . academic rivals college au . frat boy! gojo x reader

summary . ever since you could remember, gojo was always significantly better than you in anything and everything. given that you have gone throughout grade school to high school, and to eventually college with him. competing through test scores and letter grades, you find yourself hating the white haired man even more. after your friend convinces you to let loose for once and enjoy a frat party, you wind up in the bed of none other than gojo. the bigger problem? you can't remember anything before that but he does. and he's not letting you go anytime soon.

warnings ⓘ 18+, fem! reader, enemies to lovers, academic rivals, smut, fluff, angst, gojo is really mean, sort of slow burn?

taglist . @littlxpxtal @hyori2 @aldebrana @hanakotateyama @byakuya61085

master list . link

playlist . any song rec that fits the aesthetic are always welcome !

wc : 957

authors note . this is probably going to be a rlly short part :p

ch. 2/ 🌱

you didn’t care if you were being dramatic — you wanted that damn apple cider. if I haven’t made it clear enough, you waited all day yesterday, and there was no way you were ever getting over the fact that asshole took away your baby.

“im not going!” you snapped as you stormed into your dorm scaring mari half to death, messing up her eyeliner, as you threw your bag onto the floor and desperately yanked off your red scarf throwing it carelessly without a second thought. “well who’s got your panties in a twist?” mari sneered as she went back to fixing the eyeliner on her right eye. “satoru gojo!” you shouted grabbing at your hair. “uh oh what’d he do this time?” mari asked casually as if this wasn’t a first, because well it wasn’t. she brought the eyeliner back to her eye to try again. “he took away the last apple cider! my apple cider. it’s like he knows exactly how to ruin my life!” you groaned collapsing onto your bed hugging your caterpillar stuffed animal — the one you won at the fair.

“well the apple cider stand is popular, you can’t exactly blame him for getting the last one” her words weren’t even out of her mouth when it clicked. you told him that you were heading to the fair. and you’re sure he knows how much you enjoy the beverage. “it is.” you sat up your thoughts racing. “uhuh.” mari said raising an eyebrow. “so you going or not”

you paused trying to reason for a moment. “no way, it’s all his fault” you grumbled laying back down throwing the caterpillar up in the air and catching it in your hands. “you’re throwing a fuss over something so small” mari looked over at you unimpressed. small? small? how dare she! “it’s not small!” you snapped your head to look at her. okay well maybe your reaction was too much. but it was apple cider for the love of god. “just come to the party, I’ve got a date tonight and if things go south, I need you there to keep me at my toes.” you supposed you could hold a grudge. the vendor would be there tomorrow anyways, you could get the cider then. “fine..”

that’s how you found yourself standing at the front of the frat house. already regretting your decision as you could smell the stench of sweat and alcohol from outside making you scrunch your nose up in disgust. mari chuckled at your reaction before dragging you inside. she somehow not only convinced you to come to the party, but she also forced you to wear one of her dresses. you were a bit upset on not being able to wear the skirt you purchased earlier but you figured it’d be best to wear it on a more special occasion. like thrifting. maybe you’d scare off any competition from snatching the good finds for sure. the second you stepped foot onto the building, the loud and vibrating music hit you like a period that was supposed to come in three days.

“jesus christ” you mumbled seeing all the people making out on the couch that you definitely did not want to sit on.

“hey you made it!” you heard a voice approaching. this must be mari’s date. he wasn’t bad looking, you thought. “ah suguru!” mari embraced him in a hug, which he returned before basically snatching her away from you.

“what the-“ your eyes widened. no no don’t leave me! you thought as you looked around like a timid deer on the road. you looked back at the direction in where the pair went off to, only to see that they were completely gone. you whined before making your way deeper into the party, your body rubbing upon others as you shimmied your way into what you believed was the kitchen. your pink mini dress rode up a bit exposing the cute lace panties you were wearing underneath. In embarrassment, you quickly pulled it down. thankfully no one seemed to notice.

no one but satoru.

you sighed in relief seeing refreshments on the table. and that’s how your night went. hidden away in the kitchen swallowing what you thought was kool aid. looking back now, maybe that wasn’t the brightest thought.

satoru just came back from shoving his cock down some girls throat which left him unsatisfied, before he noticed you. that’s a first. seeing you at a party when you were originally what he thought, the introverted nerd. he smirked seeing how stressed you looked before his eyes darkened taking sight at those pretty panties. he let out a low groan. such a sweetheart. wearing something like that to his party? it’s like you were blessing him.

in your now drunken state, you barely noticed satoru approaching.

“didn’t think you’d actually come, who invited you?” he asked leaning forward, his body taking over yours easily at the size difference.

your eye twitched as you pointed your finger at his chest. “you..! you took away my apple cider!” you slurred out making the boy in front of you chuckle.

“baby I already told you, I just happened to grab the last one. it’s not my fault you took so long to get there..” he grabbed your hand interlocking his fingers onto yours bringing you closer. “and it’s rude to point” he whispered into your ear.

you whined trying to pull away from the muscular white haired man. “I told you to stop calling me that ! am so upset you don’t even- mmph!” you were cut off as satorus lips smashed onto yours moaning into the kiss.

“you wanna be even more of a brat? I’ll fucking treat ya like one.”

authors closing note . sorry not much happened in this chapter but it will lead perfectly into the next one which will just be reader and gojo fucking ^^

[smowyashe]

hi, someone with a functioning uterus over here, i most likely have endometriosis or something similar, and my knees are also out of place and cause me severe pain after stairs/physical stuff and sometimes just generally, i also cant stand up for long periods of time or at least as long as most people i know because my knees get weak and i feel like im about to fall to the ground, sometimes when i get up too fast or move around quickly i actually black out and i have randomly collapsed on multiple occasions

all throughout my life people have told me that im just being dramatic or that its nothing to worry about

a major influence in my life, my own mother, has disregarded my pain for years and always told me to just "get through it, we all have bad days" when i ask to stay home from school because i feel sick or depressed and it takes me breaking down in tears for her to realise that its serious and even then she still makes me go

i have a friend who has multiple problems with her legs, she also has achilles tendonitis, she walked on a hyperextended knee for about three months or more before she saw a doctor about it because her mother told her that she was being dramatic about it, any longer and she could've lost the ability to walk. forever.

she's been the person telling me to talk to someone seriously about my legs and other joint problems because she knows firsthand what could happen if you keep quiet about it and let people tell you that its nothing

it isnt just physical health thats a problem, mental health is a big factor as well

when i first raised my concerns with having ADHD with a doctor, he asked me if i got good grades, i said yes, and he told me i didnt have ADHD

i also met a lot of resistance from my own mother, getting into many arguments about whether or not i have autism or am neurodivergent, i remember her specifically telling me that she thinks im neurotypical

after my informal diagnosis of ASD she told me that she had taken me to a doctor to see if i was autistic when i was younger but the doctor told them i was just a weird kid and that we didnt have to worry about anything

i have trauma from growing up undiagnosed.

i also have high levels of depression and anxiety and my mum kept telling me to just open my windows and get some fresh air and get outside more and do more social things

even though i know that multiple things are wrong with me physically and mentally i probably wont reach out for help until much later or until i cant bear the pain any longer or someone forces me to

because im still scared ill just be told that im being melodramatic about it and that i just need to get some rest or that it happens to everyone or that i just need to take some medicine and it will all go away

"we're all supposed to get a little pain sometimes" well ive been in pain my entire life, is that "sometimes" enough for you?

Whenever I speak to an AFAB person there’s almost an 100% guarantee they have some kind of health issue that they should be seeing a doctor about, but don’t because “I’m just being dramatic”. I know people who have had relentless chronic pain to the point they are unable to move an entire limb, people who had asthma for years and never saw a doctor about it, girls I’ve grown up with who will be gone for a considerable amount of time and when they come back say “oh you know just period cramps”. I’ve experienced this myself, subconsciously dismissing my own pain due to the amount of times I’ve walked into a doctors office or spoken to an adult I trusted and been told “it’s good for you to struggle a bit” “it’s not that bad”, “stop trying to get attention”.

A medical issue that is debilitating or uncomfortable in your life is something to see a doctor about. You’re not dramatic for not wanting to be in pain all the time, for not wanting to feel terrible and tired and sick. Being in pain all the time is not just something that you’re supposed to live with.

Dismissing people for their pain is yet another thing that makes health care inaccessible.

[jams-sims]

Idk if anyone else has this particular image of the MC in their head. I've imagined them being this in their late 20 failure girl, sick skinny, (not im healthy and thin it i forget ti eat for a week and when i do im eating fastfood) lot of unresolved truama long hair. Its just something that really hit me when I was playing a sub story. Its about best boy Min and the first thibg he wonder is if the MC has eaten. An im like- oh their is something dramatically wrong with them played for laughs.

A lot of chapter 2 so far is giving 'I need to be useful to these people or im a failure and im not worth anything to them.'

[jaetyun]

your biggest fan.

09. i'll rock that twinks shit

written chapter! (idk the word count)

as the last boxes get put into shotaro’s van, the uncomfortable bubble in your stomach began to build, and you couldn't quite place if it was excitement bubbles or dread. the manager turns to you, passing a clipboard to you. “i was gonna hire a couple extra hands, but now that i have you im not sure its necessary.” you nod in understanding, peaking down at what the documents on what you were handed said.

most of it was various venues and other locations for performances, storage, food, hotels, interviews, and oh my god the more you read the more your head hurt. shotaro watches attentively, noticing your dazed expression before he began tracing his finger to the spot he wanted you to see. “these are a list of people we wanted to contact about being openers, think you can handle it?”

you glance over the names, agreeing as to not cause a disturbance. it seemed quite daunting for you, but if you could take one thing off shotaros clearly overwhelmed plate you'll give it your best shot. “cool! once you knock that out..” your eyebrows begin to rise, only getting wider when he flips the page, showing even smaller print than before. just how much work did shotaro have without you here to help?

“lay off taro, don't overwhelm her” your brother interrupts with a cough

“yeah, at least *you're* getting paid” you felt two arms place themselves on each shoulder, your thankful expression getting a rosy hue when you see wonbin was the other one, though his usual uninviting scowl had you biting back your smile.

“yeah? we'll do either of you want to help instead since you're getting paid too?” he takes the clipboard from your hands, pointing it to the boys, who suddenly seem less than willing to help you out. eunseoks arm retracts, his annoying whistle signifying his leave. shotaro turns to wonbin, waving the clipboard as if it was enticing. not removing his arm from your shoulder, he rolls his eyes and turns the both of you to continue walking.

not only did he protect you, but now he's doing a blatant boyfriend ass pose with you?! what is wrong with this guy! if he didn't feel anything for you, why was your mind still reeling with affection?? you sighed, opening your mouth to chew him out, only to have the words leave your brain when he looks at you curiously.

“i still feel bad for him” you end up muttering, which though was true was absolutely not what was on your mind. wonbin snorts, looking forward as you continued to walk inside you and eunseoks house. “don't. he's just trying to pick on you cause you're empty handed” still attempting to push the heroism out of him, you were determined to pry until you get an answer you're satisfied with. “the oh so nonchalant wonbin is looking out for me? i'm flattered” you tease, allowing your beating heart to feel a surge as he laughs with you. “i'm looking out for any potential manager taro victim, seriously if you saw his paycheck you'd realize he gets paid *plenty* for the workload he gets”

you pout, shrugging his arm off your shoulder and facing him directly rather than walking side to side, both of you now planted right in the front and center of your house. “why can't you just admit you care about me and wanna look out for me?”

wonbin doesn't realize the seriousness laced in your tone, still answering as if you were both playing around. he rolls his eyes at you, hands going in their pockets. “please. you're already enough with eunseok getting most of the frontload, i do not need that going to your head. i mean, look at you right now!” he laughs, emphasizing your dramatics with his hands waving from your torso down to your feet, making you feel even more embarrassed than you already did at his words. you bit back your initial reaction, not allowing yourself to feel shocked knowing this should've been the response you expected. this sounds more like regular wonbin, not a nobleman whose willing to talk openly about his affection for you, not even in a little sister way. you don't even allow your face to change when he grins, patting your shoulder and walking in the direction behind you, most likely to your brother once you hear their secret handshake commence.

fuck. this.

he's allowed to embarrass you and make you feel like a fucking fool and gets to just.. walk away after?? he gets to go bro out with his band mates while you have to deal with the aftermath of him fake sticking up shotaro, the now annoyed manager most likely annoyed at your refusal for labor. god, just where is sohee when you need him?!

"hey, have you seen sohee anywhere?!" anton asks, pulling you away from your phone entirely. "i was just wondering the same thing" you gasp, though you knew you needed sohee for more serious reasons than whatever stupid bet he most likely got into with anton. he slowly nods at you, exasperated sigh as he combs his hands through his hair.

"i really need him right now. it's that snobby duo get a guitar. we wanted them to open for the first few stops are on the fence and won't say anything until they talk to the 'lead singer', something about being the most popular member or some bullshit like that." he rants, clipboard now falling into your vision. you chuckle, pointing at it absentmindedly. "shotaro got you on mini-manager duty too?"

he nods again, seemingly more lighthearted and now sharing your amusement. "i'm just the producer, so i honestly didn't need to join the tour since they're not releasing new music or anything. i'm tagging along to give shotaro a helping hand" he says with a proud smile, hands now on his hips. you clap for him, sarcastically giving him a moment of glory for his noble sacrifices. "i had that exact same list just about 10 minutes ago before eunseok told him not to overwork me since im not getting paid."

"where was eunseok to save me when i was getting this thrown on me?" anton tsks, leaving you to laugh at his dramatics. "he's just doing older brother duties, im happy to help out with both you and shotaro." you respond with a chuckle

"you can start with this. nothing big, just find sohee for me while i work down the list, once we get an answer let's meet up and figure it out from there"

while you were about to agree, already taking the clipboard, yujins words kept ringing through your head.

if there's an opportunity, don't look the other way.

maybe it was the fresh rejection from earlier, or maybe it was your own desire to feel useful, maybe even it was just your need to feel real, human attention on you.

but the word opportunity kept ringing over your head, until it became unbearable and you quickly took anton's phone from his other hand.

"why don't i just talk to them, see what i could do?"

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since your brother formed a band with his friends in high school, you've had a massive crush on the aloof and reserved wonbin. him never paying you mind never bothered you until they became famous, and now you have to share him with every other fangirl. now that they're on tour, it's the perfect opportunity to make wonbin realize he doesn't want to share you either.

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[bytemee]

chapter five. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — slight filler chapter, angst, reader has some internal insecurity, mentions of drinkings, don't cringe at this filler im tryna set the mood man, let me know if there's more.

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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— extra content chap & chapter six when i finish my schoolwork!! if i missed anyone on the taglist lmk 😓

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"are you gonna eat that?" ian glances up from his phone, his gaze landing on the half-eaten batch of fries he had left on the plate. he chuckles, shaking his head as he pushes the plate towards you. "go ahead, i'm not that hungry anyway."

he loves you. people don't share their fries with just anyone.

you had to bite down on your tongue, almost asking the brunette, 'what are we?' you shove a couple of fries into your mouth, and he watches you with a fond look on his face. okay…this is getting a little too straight for your liking.

"stop fucking looking at me," you grumble, chewing your food, and he just laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. you swallow your food, reaching for the soda on the table. "are you still unemployed?"

his happy face drops. ah, you got him.

it was a recurring joke between the two of you. whenever ian wasn't actively working on a project, you teased him about being "unemployed," even though you both knew how ridiculous that was.

ian was on a journey of becoming one of the best actors in the industry, with a growing list of blockbuster movies and critically acclaimed roles, he was far from jobless. but it never failed to get under his skin, and you loved to see his dramatic reactions.

"i just wrapped a film last month," he protested, reaching for his drink. "it's called resting; maybe you should try it sometime."

you rolled your eyes. he was right, though; you've never really rested. not truly. even when you weren't working on your own albums or preparing for your singles, you were constantly writing songs, lyrics, and melodies for other artists.

you didn't like the feeling of not being busy.

but lately, you'd started wondering what it would feel like to just stop for a while. to pause. to have nothing to think about except which island you'd want to vacation on.

you lean back in your chair, sighing. "i'd kill to go to an island. just…disappear for a while. is that bad?"

"what? no, not at all. i'd kill for that, too." ian leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his drink held loosely in his hand. "but what would you do exactly? there's no wifi. no internet."

ian quietly mumbles, "sounds more like hell now that i think about it."

you don't hear that, though.

you hum thoughtfully, trying to imagine yourself on an island—completely unplugged, surrounded by nothing but sand and water. "i'd just… exist. wake up whenever i wanted. swim in the ocean. read a book under the sun. maybe try cooking over a fire or something."

ian watches you with a curious smile. "and learn how to speak seagull language so you're not completely isolated?"

you laugh softly, shaking your head. "i don't think i'd want to go alone." the image shifts in your mind, and suddenly, you're not by yourself. karina's there, too. sitting next to you in the sand, her head on your shoulder, watching the sunset together.

you feel like a smitten little kid daydreaming of their first crush.

ian's brows lift slightly, but he doesn't comment right away. instead, he props his chin on his hand and grins. "do you have someone in mind?"

"no," you lie.

"right." he draws out the word, clearly not convinced. "not even karina?"

you swallow hard, feeling caught. "what makes you say that?"

"oh, i don't know. maybe the way you haven't stopped talking about her since you got back from korea? or the way you light up every time she messages you? or the way—"

"okay, okay, i get it," you interrupt, rolling your eyes. ian just chuckles, and then there's a lull in the conversation, neither of you speaking. after a moment, he looks over at you again. "i think it's good, y/n. really."

"what is?"

"you and karina."

your relationship with jimin, though still new, feels significant. it's good being with jimin—everything feels natural, like breathing, and that scares the hell out of you. she's a part of your life that you've somehow kept under wraps from the general public, shockingly. it was easy at first, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. you were trying to keep a lid on things, but the media had started catching wind, and people were beginning to notice.

there was an article posted by a small, local gossip website about the two of you spending so much time together in korea, but it wasn't anything to worry about. not yet, at least. the photos they'd included were grainy, taken from far away, and the captions were vague enough that most people would probably overlook it.

and the fact that the article hadn't been picked up by any bigger sites or outlets meant that it hadn't gained much traction. yet.

when the story did gain traction, you'd both know—because your management teams always made sure you knew.

that was one of the small flaws that came with being with jimin. you both come from demanding industries, and finding time for each other has been harder than either of you anticipated, and when you did find time, it was often in the cover of darkness.

miscommunications happen a lot more frequently than you'd like, and sometimes you both get so caught up in your own worlds that it feels like there's a wall between you.

but the good outweighs the bad. the way she smiles at you, the way she listens intently when you talk, her little texts that let you know she's thinking of you—they make the effort worth it.

it's wild to think it's only been a few months since you first saw her. it started with a call about a demo being accepted back in january, and before you knew it, you were in korea, meeting her in person for the first time.

it felt like a lifetime ago, and yet, it also felt like it was just yesterday.

time had a funny way of passing.

"jimin and i…we're not official yet. i don't know. we haven't really talked about it." you mumble, pushing around the last few fries with your pointer finger, and he nods slowly, taking in the information.

"do you want to?"

"talk about it?"

"i don't know," you truthfully answer, your voice trailing off. it's not that you don't want to be official; it's just that the idea of putting a label on something so fragile feels risky. what if it adds pressure? what if it changes things?

"i just… i don't want to rush anything," you say finally. "things are good the way they are. i don't want to mess that up."

ian tilts his head, considering your words. "but if things are good, why are you so scared to define them? you think she doesn't feel the same?"

"no," you answer quickly, surprising even yourself with the certainty in your voice. "i know she does. at least, i think she does. it's just—"

"complicated," ian finishes for you.

"yeah." you sigh, letting your shoulders sag. "between my career, her career, and the fact that we're on opposite sides of the world half the time, it's just… a lot."

ian nods in understanding. "it is a lot. but isn't it worth it?"

yeah.

of course it's worth it. you know that. but sometimes, the effort it takes to make it work feels like trying to hold water in your hands.

"i think it is," you admit softly. "but i guess i'm just waiting for the right moment. or maybe i'm scared there won't be one."

"i understand," he murmurs. he doesn't push it anymore, sensing that this conversation has reached its natural end. letting out a big sigh, he stretches his body in his chair and gives you a tired grin.

"can i do that again?" you ask, adjusting the headphones over your ears. the pressure of them suddenly feels too much, like they're clamping down on your skull. you glance at the producer through the glass, and he nods, giving you the thumbs up to repeat the section.

"gotcha," he says through the speaker. you give him a thumbs-up back, adjusting the microphone and getting ready to sing the chorus one more time. the music starts playing, and you close your eyes; your voice is stuck in your throat, refusing to cooperate. you falter halfway through the verse, your voice cracking on a note that's supposed to be effortless.

shit.

your management wasn't giving you a choice. they made it clear you had to get back to los angeles and focus on your own music. and honestly, they weren't wrong. you had commitments piling up, projects waiting on you. you'd already been in la for three weeks, jumping from one studio session to the next. it felt like you were barely holding it together, squeezing in just a few short breaks here and there—most of which you spent grabbing lunch with ian.

it's not that the sessions were going bad—they'd actually been going pretty great until today. today was a disaster. it's weird, it started off great and you were feeling inspired, but then everything just fell apart. you couldn't get the right tone, and you kept messing up the same line, and the frustration was starting to build.

you sighed, pulling off your headphones and running a hand through your hair. the producer on the other side of the glass gave you a sympathetic look but didn't say much. you appreciated that. the last thing you needed was a pep talk.

by the time you wrapped up, the sun had long set, and you were exhausted. all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. but the traffic from the studio to your house was ridiculous. you leaned against the car window, letting out a groan. you had an early call time tomorrow, and the thought of being back in the studio before the sun had risen made your stomach churn.

after what felt like forever, the car finally pulled up to your house. you thanked your driver and made your way inside, dropping your bags near the door. it was dark and quiet, the silence only broken by the sound of your shoes hitting the floor.

you scrolled through your messages, stopping at karina's name. you'd texted her earlier, a simple "rough day. hope yours is better :)" but there was still no reply. a part of you told yourself she was probably just busy—she had a packed schedule and wasn't always able to answer your texts immediately—but a small, irrational part of you wondered if she was ignoring you.

maybe something had happened and she didn't know how to tell you. or maybe she you had been too clingy and she wanted space. the rational side of your brain was screaming at you to not be so stupid, but it didn't help.

it had been a few weeks since you'd seen each other, and while you tried to stay in touch, the distance was making things difficult. she was busy preparing for her new album and promoting her group, and you were busy with your own stuff.

you hadn't spoken much lately. every time you tried to have a conversation, it would turn into a brief text exchange, with one of you falling asleep in the middle. you couldn't blame her; you'd fallen asleep first a couple of times. but it wasn't the same.

you missed her.

missed the way she smiled at you, the way she laughed, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited.

missed the feeling of her hand in yours.

missed her lips against yours.

it was frustrating. you couldn't get a break from the constant thoughts of her. your friends could tell, too, especially ian. he knew you well enough to see right through you, and he was always asking about her, trying to figure out what was going on. but you didn't know what was going on.

it was complicated, and it was frustrating.

you were frustrated.

tossing your phone onto the counter, you let out a heavy sigh.

you wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge more out of habit than hunger. your eyes scan the shelves—a sad assortment of leftovers, a carton of eggs, and a single apple that's probably past its prime. you close the door without taking anything and instead grab a bottle of wine from the counter. the cork resists at first, but you manage to wrestle it free, pouring yourself a generous glass.

you sink onto the couch, the wineglass cradled in your hands. it tastes bitter and a little sour, but you don't mind. it warms your chest and makes the frustration start to melt away. you take another sip, enjoying the quiet, and before you know it, the glass is empty.

you lean your head back against the couch, closing your eyes.

nights like this remind you how much you need someone—anyone. a voice to fill the silence.

being alone was a rarity in your life, but that didn't make it any easier to bear. you hated the silence. hated the quiet.

maybe that's why you never took breaks. because when the noise stopped, all you had left was the silence. and it terrified you.

your phone buzzed against the coffee table, the sound pulling your attention from whatever meaningless show was playing in the background. glancing at the screen, you let out a soft groan, annoyed at the interruption—but that changed the second you read the name glowing on the display.

a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

answering quickly, you brought the phone to your ear. "hey."

"hi," karina's voice is soft and breathy, a gentle caress. the sound is a welcome relief.

"i didn't wake you up, did i?" she hadn't checked the time before calling, a realization that now gnawed at her. but your messages had come in not too long ago, and she figured you'd still be awake.

"no, not at all," you assured, glancing at the time. it was just after midnight,. "just got home."

"just got home, huh? late night?"

"yeah, it was a long day."

"do you want to talk about it?"

you hesitated, biting the inside of your cheek. a part of you wanted to unload everything, to tell her about how the last few weeks have felt like a rollercoaster, but a larger part of you knew that this was a call you'd been wanting for a long time. and now that it was here, you didn't want to waste a single second talking about anything else.

"not really," you said softly, your fingers tracing the rim of the wineglass. you'd been thinking about her all day, and now that she was on the phone, the words tumbled from your lips. "i think i just want to hear your voice."

you could hear the playful grin in her voice, the way she was smiling, even though you couldn't see it. "oh, really? that's what you want?"

you smiled, a little breathless, like you'd been holding onto this moment for so long. "yeah. what are you doing?"

"well," karina's voice dropped a little lower, like she was pulling you closer with her words, "i was just laying down in bed, thinking about you."

your chest fluttered at that, the way she said it, like you were the last thing on her mind before she closed her eyes. "oh, yeah?"

"mhm," she hummed, "i've been missing you. a lot."

"me too," you murmured, the words spilling from your lips. you were a little buzzed, the wine having gone straight to your head, but even sober, you wouldn't have been able to stop yourself. "so much."

a quiet moment hung between you, a comfortable silence, the air charged. then, karina spoke again, "i'm sorry i haven't been around much."

"no," you said, shaking your head even though she couldn't see it, "i understand. you've been busy."

she let out a soft, almost sad laugh. "so have you."

"i know," you sighed, "i've been all over the place."

"we haven't seen each other in a while," karina's voice was barely above a whisper now, like the distance between you was something she was almost afraid to speak out loud. you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart clenched at the truth of it.

"yeah," you breathed. it had been a couple of months, the longest stretch since you met. you had gotten used to being in korea, working alongside her, sharing moments that felt like they belonged to just the two of you.

but now, everything was different. you had your world, and she had hers. both spinning so fast, pulling you in opposite directions.

and all you could do was try. try to make it work. to make time.

to find moments like this, where it felt like the world was holding its breath for you.

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[quartzteph]

OOOO WAIT I LOVE WEIRD AND OBSCURE J&H ADAPTATIONS. Here's some of the ones I've consumed:

The Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Rock 'n' Roll Musical - I know this one's gotta be obscure cause most of the songs have less than 1000 listens on Spotify, and the YouTube upload of the movie has less than 4k views. I discovered it through a DVD copy I found on eBay, and it might be one of the most cursed things I own. Watching this with my friends was truly the experience of all time - it was mostly just a mix of us laughing and exchanging baffled and/or horrified faces for an hour and a half. Here's the link to the YouTube upload (I apologize in advance):

Robert Louis Stevenson's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (The Colonial Radio Theatre) - This is an hour and a half long audio dramatization of the original book. While it mostly stays true to the original story, it does make some changes that I find really interesting, especially towards the end. Also I like the voice acting. I feel like this one is really worth checking out if you're a big fan of the original novella. It can be purchased for $8.99 on Apple Books or $10.49 on Audible. To give an idea of what it's like, here's the TikTok that made me want to get it in the first place:

The Strange Case of Mr. Hyde (Dark Horse Comics) - This is a four-issue comic series meant to take place after the events of the Jekyll & Hyde story (seems to draw more from the films than from the original novella). It involves a detective teaming up with an imprisoned Jekyll/Hyde to track down a serial killer who shows a lot of similarities to Hyde. Truthfully this isn't one of my favorite Jekyll and Hyde stories. It has some cool art and there are elements of it I enjoy, but they made a lot of writing choices that I'm not the most fond of. That being said, I still got some enjoyment out of it because I love Jekyll and Hyde media in general, no matter how good or bad it is, and there's a chance that other Jekyll and Hyde fans could get some enjoyment out of it as well, so I figured it was at least worth throwing out there. I bought my issues of it off of eBay, but it looks like you can buy all four issues digitally through Dark Horse for $1.99 a piece. Here's what the covers look like:

Okay that's all I can think of rn, sorry for the rambling. I just really like yapping about Jekyll & Hyde adaptations :)

Life is unfortunate when I’ve literally, completely run out of Jekyll and Hyde adaptations to watch…

If anybody knows any crazy obscure ones please send them my way lowkey…HELP A CRAZY PERSON OUT!!!

[nebulaleaf]

uaaaugh i need to unpack but i can't get off the floor. why do anything...

[xxplastic-cubexx]

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finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[koipepo]

That omake of little Kabru not being able to show off his howetown sweets because of Misril gets to me a lot so...

Here's a happier Kabru (and Lairu)