#it feels like its such a background thing n im mostly used to it but sometimes it does get to me!!

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.

[monsterbisexual]

-_-

[wwwaegoncom]

fragments: two

Summary: One night, Alicent had woken up her kids, gotten them in the car and never looked back. Leaving behind everything they knew. Starting a new life, moving into the apartment across from yours

modern!aegon x reader

warnings: 18+. substance abuse, dysfunctional families, mommy issues, dub-con, smut, traumatic childhood, violence, alcohol and smoking.

authors note:

no use of y/n. And all the characters are aged up, all of them atleast in their 20's. This is also so overdue and i am just not happy withit, it feels so choppy, but Helaena is in this chapter <3 no actual smut but allusions to it. Also victim blaming if you squint... and reader is kinda turning into an oc but im trying soooo hard to keep her neutral. Um I quickly read through it sorry for any typos <3

previously

You could almost count on one hand how many times you had stepped into the apartment across the hall; most of the time, you simply stayed by the front door, waiting for them to come out.

You tilted your head back, your eyes tracing along the soft glow of the light fixture, when you spotted it - a moth, fluttering in its endless dance, crashing into the lamp over and over. You remembered Helaena's voice, when she had explained how they follow the moon, their beacon in the night.

You thought it was grotesque, to think you're brushing wings with the moon, only to be drawn into a false light.

Your thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of arguing inside their apartment. You lifted your hand, hesitating for a moment before wrapping it around the doorknob, and with a slow push, you nudged it open, making a mental note that they should have locked their door.

An uncomfortable feeling washes over you, as if you were a child trespassing into their home. You stay outside the apartment, resting your hand on the doorknob.

"Helaena, are you ready to leave?" You softly called out, still staying outside their apartment, not crossing the threshold.

You then hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching the front door, too heavy to be Helaenas.

You almost hold your breath, you don't know why you feel so anxious to be here, you had a day planned with Helaena; you had a reason to be there.

You let out a sigh of relief when the figure approaching the door was Aemond, he was always the mediator in their family. You weren't particularly close with Aemond, he mostly kept to himself, he wanted nothing but his own family tying him to this place.

"Helaena is just cleaning up, come on in" he didnt even acknowledge the raised voices in the background belonging to Alicent and Aegon.

You carefully stepped into their apartment. Helaena was sitting on the floor picking up glass shards and the remnants of a broken frame. She sat in complete silence, ignoring the chaos around her.

Aegon stood with his arms raised to his sides, as he stomped his foot with a expression of disbelief, insisting the broken frame wasn't his fault. He looked like a child caught in a tantrum. Alicent's voice was sharp and angry, scolding him for breaking the frame.

"You are too old to be ruining your sister's things when you get mad at her" Alicent shouted, her voice strained.

They hadn't even noticed you, you heard Aemond clear his throat, alerting them that you were there. You gave a weak smile to Alicent, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried not to pick at your nails.

Helaena finally took her eyes off the glass shards, her eyes settling on you. "I'm sorry I made you wait outside. I dropped my frame" She quickly explained, her words contradicting what Alicent was just shouting.

Alicent crossed the room, making her way over to Helaena, gently placing her hands in her shoulders as she crouched down to meet her eye level. "I'll clean the rest"

"I'll buy you a new one" Aegon muttered, his gaze fixed in the floor as he nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

You finally looked down to see what had actually been dropped onto the floor: one of Helaenas wooden frames with three beetles inside, now scattered across the floor, you knew she had saved up for months to buy that. And Aegon did not have the money to buy her a new one.

The two of you excited the apartment building, stepping into the fresh air "Why did he break it?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Helena tilted her head, as she scrunched her eyebrows, trying to think of a reason why. There never really was an explanation as to why Aegon did the things he did. His actions were often erratic and seemingly senseless.

“He didn’t mean to,” she murmured, her voice trailing off as if the words themselves might unravel if spoken too loudly. “He was arguing with our Mom—about something else entirely—and then…he just lost it. Punched the wall.” The explanation hung in the fresh air, falling down with the leaves in the trees.

"Things aren't meant to last forever, anyways" she lasty added, almost like mantra she would repeat to herself in the quiet hours of the night. A way to cope of the chaos that constantly threatened to spill over and consume them. You understood the loyalty she had towards her brothers, how could she turn against them. Her family was the only constant thing in her life, beside you of course.

“You shouldn’t make excuses for him,” You knew how Helaena clung to her justifications, defending her brothers, always being loyal to them. She would always try to see her brothers as wounded, rather than defect, wishing that one day they would all grow out of it.

But some people were just that, defect, exactly as they seemed, and no matter how much you tried to find an explanation for it, it wouldn't change who they were. Some things were beyond understanding, beyond repair.

The two of you pushed open the door to the thrift shop, the soft chime of announcing your entrance. The air was filled with the faint smell of old books and worn fabric.

"First stop, jackets" you proclaimed, trying to make a plan, Helaena nodded in agreement but her eyes had already wandered over to the shelves full of mismatched trinkets and jewellery.

"Jewellery after" she mumbled, so low you almost couldn't hear it, as the two of you made your way over to the rows of sweaters, faded patterns that made everything frozen in time.

The faint sound of a radio was somewhere in the distance, its static filled music weaving its way through the shop, blending with the conversations of the other shoppers.

Amongst the long row of of sweaters, you spotted one that could only be described as the perfect sweater for fall. You pulled it out, too quickly, causing the sweaters beside it to rattle on their hangers as they threatened to fall down. A grin spread across your face when you held it up for Helaena to see, the excitement bubbling in your chest.

She looked at it, her eyes settling on the hole on the left sleeve, "I could add some embroidery to it, if you want me to" she murmured, her voice soft as her fingers traced along the sleeve as she felt the stitching of it beneath her fingers. She was picturing how she would embroider it, perhaps a leaf or beetle, something that would breathe life back into the jacket.

“It would look brand new,” you agreed, you adored when she added her touch to things, a way of carrying a piece of her with you, her presence woven into the clothes you wear.

The two of you wandered through the aisles, occasionally pulling out a sweater or a coat, but eventually putting it back. As you made your way to the end of the aisle of sweaters, Helaena took your hand in hers and gently pulled you towards the jewellery.

"We only have one sweater so far" you shook your head as she tugged you along. "We have time" she muttered, her voice soft and reassuring.

The soft clinking of the jewellery echoed as Helaena picked up different pieces, tangled necklaces, tarnished rings, and earrings missing their pairs.

Forgotten treasure was how Helaena always described it, the jewellery carried a story within them, stories we didn't know of. We didn't know their stories, and unlike Helaena, you didn't care much for it. You always tried to see things as they were, but you always found yourself making excuses for people.

You had picked up a ring, sliding it on your finger despite it being too big. "It suits you" Helaena murmured, but she hadn't even taken her eyes off the basket of rings. "It's too big" you took the ring off and placed it back with the others, "perhaps you'll grow into it" Helaena jested, she knew you wouldn't grow into it.

She continued her search, before her eyes fixed on a ring "This one" she murmured, her fingers moving all the other rings away as she picked up a ring with a sun motif on it. She held it up to the light, her eyes lingering with a fondness in her gaze.

"Aegon would love this" she said with a smile, using her thumb to try and rub some of the tarnish off. You sighed at her find, tilting your head at her.

"He broke your frame" you reminded her, hoping she would reconsider and put the ring back.

"I can't change that" she wasn't going to put it back. Her eyes were locked on the ring as she held it between her fingers. The ring was beautiful, even with the tarnish. She was right, she couldn't change what Aegon had done, she why should she bother trying to change the things that had already happened.

She placed the ring in your basket, on top of the sweater you had found.

The two of you made your way to the counter, placing down your sweater first, then another one Helaena had found; a soft sweater, with its own charm. Then finally placing the ring, its tarnished band catching the light. The worn ring,

You made their way to the counter, placing your sweater, another sweater Helena had found and then the ring, that would become Aegons ring, on the counter. Your fingers lingered on it, it felt old, carrying a story nobody wished to remember.

"Your mother will be upset you didn't get new boots" helaena commented, glancing down at your worn boots. They had carried you through most of your adolescent years, the worn leather holding a memory you couldn't part with.

"I like them" you shifted your weight from foot to foot, looking down at them.

You paid for your items, holding them under your arm as you made your way back home.

The walk home was quiet, beside the occasional car driving past you, interrupting the silence.

As the sun was starting to set, you and Helaena had parted. She always preferred to sleep in your own bed. Even if she fell asleep in your room, when morning came, she wouldn't be in your room.

You were long asleep by now, dreaming whatever strange dream that was unraveling in your mind. Meanwhile Aegon was making his way up the stairs of the apartment building, trying not tumble down in his drunken state.

When he made his way to your floor, he stood between the two apartments, his apartment and yours. He stood there, swaying, caught in his own indecisiveness. For a moment he wondered if he should just go home and sleep, but he chose to knock on your door, the worn paint on the door feeling familiar.

The pounding on the door woke up from your slumber, each knock keeping you from falling back to sleep. You looked at your alarm clock, it was the middle of the night. You hoped the knocking would stop, as you tried to ignore the loud and inconsistent knocking.

Your mother was working a nightshift, but you knew she wouldn't be knocking this loudly if she forgot her keys, so it couldn't be her. But the knocking continued, each knock growing more frantic, and you reluctantly decided to see who was at the door. Wrapped in your warm pyjamas, you made your way over to the front door, the wooden floor creaking beneath you.

You wouldn't open the door with no knowledge of who was on the other side, so you looked through the peephole. The small lens revealing a drunken Aegon, slighty stumbling as he stood at the other side of the door. A thought crossed your mind, perhaps he had mistakenly mistook your door for his.

"Open up, I know you're in there" his drunken words making their way through the door. His words frustrated and pleading, hoping you would open the door. It wasn't the first time he was drunk and came knocking at your door. Most times it was because he either forgot his own keys, mistook your door for his, it was rarely ever because he actually wanted to be in your apartment.

You hesitated before unlocking the door. You saw how Aegons face lit up when he heard the sound of the door opening. His expression completely different from the pleading voice you had just heard.

"Why are you here?" You questioned, with your eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. You stood by the door, not fully opening it, still debating whether or not you should let him in.

But that didn't stop Aegon, he pushed the door open, leaving you to take a few unsteady steps back. Your mind screaming stranger danger, even though he wasn't a stranger, or dangerous.

"I couldn't sleep at home, not with her nagging me" His words so clearly about Alicent, but he had now stumbled into your apartment, the air in the room seemed to thicken. He had at least had the decency to lock the door, but locking it only seemed to trap the chaos inside.

"Keeps going on about the job" Aegon further explained, his voice no more than a murmur, as he collapsed onto your couch. He leaned down to take his shoes off, struggling with the shoelaces.

"You can't just show up here drunk" your voice was strained, you were exhausted. Aegon laid down on your couch, but despite his familiar presence, he felt like an intruder in your space. His presence in your home twisting the comfort into something alien.

He looked up at you, with that familiar grin. His eyes trailing your body, taking in the skin that your pyjamas didn't cover. You looked back at him, his disheveled hair, shorter than when you saw him last.

"You let me in, didn't you?" he groaned, his voice raspy. But you hadn't let him in. You merely opened the door and he had pushed his way inside, not caring whether you wanted him here or not. It was your own fault, really, opening the door when you already knew who was at the other side of the door.

"You got something better to do?" Aegon's voice was full of sarcasm, he knew full well you didn't. Neither of you had a job, no real direction. His question cut deeper than he probably had intended to.

"You can't just show up when things go wrong" you stood by the couch, keeping your distance to him. You didn't want him to get any closer. The air still felt thick, something unspoken lingering in the air. You and Aegon were just two people intersecting each other lives in inconvenient ways. You were merely bound by a shared childhood that neither of you wanted to speak about. But it was always there, it had leaked into the floorboards.

"You fucking act as if you haven't done the same" he sneered, pulling a blanket over him, settling onto the couch. His eyes drifted to the ceiling, his expression softening, as he tried to not give into the tiredness he carried within.

You scoffed at his words, like a defense mechanism. He was right, but it wasn't something you wanted him throw in your face. Neither of you had ever spoken about it.

Years ago you had stumbled to their door, drunk and crying. You had hoped for Helaena, or at least Alicent, their presence was a source of comfort to you. But when the door opened to reveal an irritated and confused Aegon, you chose to let him lead you into the apartment, still hoping for some comfort.

Helaena was out, and Alicent was nowhere to be seen, she always disliked it when Aegon tried to be close to you, almost as if he would damage you in some way. So you could only assumed she wasn't home either. At first you had gone to sit on their couch, but Aegon convinced you that your crying would wake up Aemond, and he had to be up early. So if you were going to be here, drunk and crying, you had to be drunk and crying in Aegons room.

The reason for your tears were long forgotten, you probably forgot about it before you even knocked on the door. Perhaps it was simply because you had too much too drink and now your emotions had started to overflow. But you didn't care why you were crying anymore, you simply sought comfort. A distraction from your own thoughts.

You hadn't really ever been in his room before that night, so at first you wandered through his room as you tried to ground yourself. Picking up random things, putting them back down where they didn't belong.

It was then, you noticed something familiar amongst the clutter, the candle you had meant to throw out. The one he was still using as an ashtray.

"That's mine" you had muttered, your eyes fixed on the candle as you held onto the window sill for stability while you tried to stand still. You looked out the window, your view of the rundown streets and the grime tracing along the edges of the window. You felt as if the night was consuming you, the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional shouting. Aegon had now placed himself behind you, his arms wrapping around you in a way that should have been comforting. He never showed affection, so this rare display of affection only heightened the uneasy feeling that was looming in the streets beneath you.

Aegon was never good at comforting other people, let anyone himself. He had tried to comfort you, but not as much as he had tried to take your clothes off.

You had felt him kiss at your neck, before stopping by your ear, whispering alluring words. Whispering how he could make you feel better. His words, his wandering hands, it was all making you feel better, but not in the way you wanted.

You knew he couldn't give you the comfort you so desperately sought, but you still made no attempt to leave as you instead settled onto his floor, Aegon sitting down beside you. So when he offered to simply drown your sorrows even further, you couldn't resist. You had told yourself, you would only drink with him, nothing else. You couldn't cross that line with Aegon.

But suddenly you were laid on the floor, the room swirling as your newly exposed skin made contact with the cold floor. While Aegon was above you, his hands digging into your sides, making sure to leave a bruise. His voice had become a whisper, a faint sound in your ear telling you that you were okay, that it was okay.

You weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you, or trying to convince you that what he was doing to you was okay.

[never-enough-novels]

🧚‍♀️ iM a FaiRy ✨🌟🌸💮

Do it Grayson

Prompt: Reader's parents are fighting and they don't wanna be there so they ask Grayson if they can stay over.

Take your time, love

It's finally done bbg

A/n: im sorry if there are any mistakes in this. This was my first time writing anything like this 😭. I tried my best. Really hope you like this. It's also mostly very shit so I'm sorry beforehand

World limit: about 700 words

Tw: argument between parents, blaming yourself about it

Coffee and comfort

They're fighting again

On the same topic again

God I only wish they would just not shout so much. Or if they want to just not infront of me. Each accusation, each word spat to one another felt like it was my fault. I don’t even know why I think its my fault. The air itself was so thick it was suffocating. I tried sleeping it off but the shouting just went on and on and an like it was in my brain. I wanted to cry but couldn’t and it felt like a barb wire in my throat. As I lay on my bed, with the comfort of my favourite playlist playing in the background, the weight of the situation pressed down on me. Hands trembling I decided to call the one person I thought could provide me comfort right now: Grayson.

I reached for my phone, my fingers hesitantly hovering over his contact before pressing call. The phone rang briefly before his warm, familiar voice filled the line.

“Hey, love, everything okay?” Grayson’s voice was tinged with immediate concern.

Hearing his voice again tipped my emotions over the edge. I tried to cover my mouth and not cry so I don’t worry him any further; which obviously turns futile.

“Hamnah what happened? Talk to me love” he asked worriedly

“Can I please come over to your place? Theyre fighting again” I ask as quietly as I can without breaking down after hearing his voice

There was no hesitation on his end, just the comforting certainty of his reply. “Of course, come over. The house feels empty without you anyway.”

Disconnecting the call, I packed a few necessities into a bag, throwing in a book and my journal, knowing well that Grayson’s place was the only place where I could find peace enough to write. The drive over was quick, the familiar streets bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights leading me to his penthouse which was his safe place too.

As soon as he opened the door I was enveloped in a comforting hug which was the best thing in the world. We stayed in that position which felt like hours but could only have been a few minutes.

Grayson, cupping my face up gave me the most gentle kiss on lips and then asked “Are you ok Hamna? Wanna talk about it?”

Shaking my head I said, “I'd really rather not right now”

Nodding his head with a small comforting smile on his face he went into the kitchen while I situated myself on his bed; finally taking a deep breath and letting myself relax.

He comes back and hands me a glass of water and says “You know you’re always welcome here, right? This is as much your home as it is mine,” he said, his voice earnest.

I nodded, my heart swelling with gratitude. “I know, Gray. Thank you. It means everything to me.”

We spent the evening tucked away in his bedroom, watching movies that made us laugh and making me forget the harshness of reality of my home. Grayson held me close, his presence a shield against the outside world. It was moments like these that I was reminded of how much he meant to me,and how we came to be together and him being my boyfriend and safe space.

Later, while cuddling with his arm around my back and my head on chest, listening to heartbeats I decided to speak about what happened.

“I hate that you have to see this side of my life, I never wanted to show you this ” I confessed quietly, the darkness of the room and his presence making it easier for me to express my fears and feelings.

Grayson’s arm tightened around me, pulling me closer. “Hamna, we all have our battles. But you’re not alone in this, okay? I’m here for you, no matter what.” His words, feeling sincere and reassuring, helped the tightening around my cheat and throat.

“I love you, Gray,” I whispered, feeling his kiss on my forehead in response.

“I love you more,” he said back, a line so simple yet profound, promising unspoken vows of support and everything I could wish for.

As I drifted off to sleep, the echo of my parents’ shouting seemed like miles away. Here, in Grayson’s arms, I found more than just a temporary escape; I found a promise of hope and a reminder of his love for me.

[saintsarefake]

Hey so jttw does explore tang sanzang arc

Hes is a mostly static character but he does actually develop subtly. He supposed represent confucious ideal in a person (i may b incorrect but he is a representation of a ideal. Hence why swk is far more flexible n able to lean more about the sutras better than he did)

This guy was in his twenties when this whole shebang started n up facing traumatic things back to back. (From seeing how ppl get brutalizing murder, to ppl wanting to kill/eat him, to ppl trying to sexually assault him and sm more) He was naive at the start but remember he almost got killed by swk in the beginning.

I think most ppl believe he does the spelll daily to the point where swk passe from the pain but that not happen in the book.(in the book itself swk doesnt pass from the pain, its in different media but not in the book) what he does do is use it multiple times a and then proceed to never use it in months and in years. (Bc while yes the arc seem back to back, its actually years and months that happened in between changing from from arc to the next)

Alot of the times when the circlet is used theres is a background reason why he has done it. (Like in true and false monkey arc: where they are trying to find the real swk but it didn’t work bc LEMH copied swk perfectly. This tends to happen alot in the book where a character transforms into swk n copy him to a T.) He doesn’t abused that in a day to day basis. (none of the pilgrims would have been comfortable had tang sanzang abused it not even zhu bajie. Who also went tru a character arc) its not great that he does it all in one go but its better than what most ppl presume he does. Theres post going around that explains the wbs arc and why zhu bajie was being a ass there ao im not explaining that.

Seriously ends up feeling guilty for not bringing anything to the table while his pilgrims are going around getting supplies. He goes like “please do not mind my disciples, theyre are good people even if theyre ugly af”

His character arc is way in the background even he is a static character. Since jttw is more so in your face about sun wukong character development.

I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I KEPT FORGETTING TToTT

damn i actually learnt a lot from this bc i only read half way through the book and then lost where i was going

i've started rereading the book again since my class assignment revolves around it and i wanted to have more information on sanzang since i'm doing a character analysis on him and i have noticed most of the things above

the part where you explained how he used the curcit and the time between each installment makes a lot more sense, since it was kind of concerning that a buddhist, someone who is supposed to be peaceful and hate inflicting pain on others, uses it as often as sanzang has within the novel

sorry if this is ramble-y, you make a lot of good points and i really like what you say and i genuinely do not know how to respond properly i'm sorry again if this seems really rude and dismissive

[menalez]

mena im soo lonely. all of my friends basically never try to involve me in anything and are always hanging out with guys, theyre all bi but they only really ever date and talk about guys, they make me feel like im an ugly man weirdo (even though im feminine. i just don't wear makeup really)

i soo badly just want lesbian or gay friends bc i really struggle to feel understood currently. rn im a teen and im scared my loneliness will only get worse as i go into adulthood.

did you ever experience something similar and how were you able to get gay/lesbian friends? 💜

yeah ive had moments in university and school where i basically felt quite othered bc my female friends would often talk about guys and their crushes and male celebs etc and that didnt interest me so id either disconnect or (sth i did as a child) id invent stuff to try to fit in but i felt somewhat uncomfortable n different bc of it regardless. BUT i can at least tell u that finding gay & lesbian friends is not at all impossible, u meet 1 gay man or 1 lesbian and suddenly u end up meeting more n more bc they also tend to have their own gay & lesbian friends. even end up finding bi people who aren't so OSA-centric.

im not sure if it'll help u at all but. when i was in school, most of my friend group coincidentally turned out to either be gay or bi. in my female friend group: 1 turned out to be bi, 1 turned out to be a lesbian (& they were the ones i was closest to as well), and then from my male friends 2 turned out to be gay men. we didnt consciously know of each other's sexualities but i think we somehow subconsciously knew and connected w each other based on being semi-outcasts and different without knowing/admitting exactly how we are different. after school, at uni, i did go through about 2 years where most of my friends were het. i was living abroad and i noticed that in a lot of the west, ppl tend to only want to be friends w people of similar ethnic/racial/cultural backgrounds so my friends mostly ended up being muslim women (which was unusual for me lol. ik its odd since i grew up in a muslim country but most of my friends were not religious or weren't even muslim at all). i did have 1 friend, a bahraini gay man, who i knew through a woman i had a thing with. he was coincidentally going to the same uni as me. she introduced us and we became close friends. one of the muslim women i was friends with also ended up coming out to me as bi (she dated women briefly at first then ended up in relationships w men tho). there were several lesbians on radblr who lived in the same area as me and invited me into their group & bc of that i ended up having a lesbian friend group in the UK. wed go to lesbian events together which was fun! then in germany, i befriended the obviously gay guy in my german class bc i wanted to make friends in the country & he seemed cool. he introduced me to some other bi & gay people but i never rly became friends with them. my gf also introduced me to several lesbians & my aunt (an activist working for an LGBT org) also introduced me to several bisexuals, gay men & lesbians, many of whom i ended up befriending. so for me most of it was through other people, often women im dating or gay friends i have.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you Mrs. Cooking lefty eyebag 😅

Sorry, I was prepping things last night, I fell asleep on the couch. Thats sad that you forgot the rolls. That's the most important part! Hahaha I can share you some of mine, I know I bought stuff to feed probably 2 people. So I'll be having leftovers for days.

I want to try making prime rib next. I always want to eat it at restaurants but its so expensive.

I have 8 total, one on my leg, then the rest are on my arms and fingers. I wanted to get something on my neck or ribcage, but I feel like I won't be able to sit still.

Does your husband drink?

Hm, I don't think I have any addictions. Maybe before when I was younger, I always drank pop. Like, everyday I would drink it and it was to a point that I had it with breakfast food. Then I stopped cause even though I drink a lot of liquids, it made me dehydrated and so now I limit myself to only special occasions.

Do you guys watch the Thanksgiving parade on TV? Or do any other stuff during Thanksgiving?

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello you the other eyebag! 😆 HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

My nickname getting longer! Yaay! Haha i love it. How r u? Been cooking? I hope u have a good day so far?

Aaww u fell asleep on the couch. I actuallt love falling asleep on the couch 😆 especially if it's a recliner.hahha.

Yeah, thats why im upset that i forgot the sweet roll..😩 aw thats sweet of u to offer to share the sweet roll to ur eyebag partner. Lol. Thank u! Luckily we have texas white bread 😁 better than nothing.haha.

So what did u decide to cook today? N whats ur fav side?

Oh i looooove steak and prime rib. It's my favorite food 😆. I love ribeye and prime rib. I take my steaks very seriously, it has to be medium rare (but i wont throw tantrum if it's over cooked a little 😅)

I mostly order steak whenever i go especiallt if it's a steakhouse (d'uh) hahaha. Eventhough if it's pricey 😁. I love beef.. hahaha.

Important question, what kind of steak u like n how u like it cooked?

Thats so awesome that u have 8 tattoos! I wish i can have that many.hahhaa. are all of them black and white or has colors?

No, he doesnt drink. Well maybe occassionally but rarely.

Pop? U meant like sodas? I used to drink it a lot when i was a kid but now not anymore.. i try not ti drink soda.. if i crave it,i drink sparkling water.. i love perrier or pellegrino..but the plain ones.

I normaly dont, but today we did just to show it to my daughter n she loved it. 😆 im happy this year one of the channel plays a marathon of my favorite tv show ever, MODERN FAMILY since last night.hahah. i hv been put it on the tv since morning even just for sound background 😅

Next questions?

Cheerio!

[pommegrantaire]

🌼🌼 washi tape jeremy 🌼🌼

[cryingteacup]

How the creepa kiss (+ i have a very open inbox, send me stuff!)

Jeff-

He doesn't kiss its a full on assault on your mouth.

Its always very random too. Like you'll be minding your own business, talking with someone and he'll just grab your jaw and full on attack you with his mouth. He thinks he's being "sexy 😈😈😈" and "rough😩😩😩😩" but its just messy but you think its too funny to tell him. Very rarely though you'll kiss him and when you do, chaste, romantic kisses make him MELTTTTTT. Because of his outwardly violent and crude personality no ones ever very soft or sweet with him unless they're scared or they want something. So you coming in with a nice change of pace is always welcome. <3

Toby-

Probably did some dumb shit like make out with his pillow to try to be a good kisser for you when you started dating. Masky caught him and he had to pay him $80 and do alll his chores for 3 months. When you do get into a more *heated* kiss it usually starts sloppy, lots of teeth. But hes a quick learner and learns to melt into it quickly. Hes much taller that you. Hes always been on the lanky-er side so lots of quick head and forehead kisses<33

Masky-

Full grown ass man. He knows his stuff. I mean like not toooo well he studied film in college lol. But hes had a few partners he knows the basics on what to do. When he kisses instead of taking the mask all the way off he keeps it sort of half on so he can still wear it. Hes also got a stubble which kinda hurts but whatever. Lots of cuddling kisses. You guy will be chilling with a movie or tv show or something going on in the background and just kissing and cuddling.<33

Hoodie-

He hasn't kissed since his girlfriend in like, the 7th grade. If he kisses you first he like squeezes his eyes shut before he leans in. If you do it first his eyes are blown out wide he has no idea what the fuck is going on and he thinks you might try and stab him or some shit. After the initial shock though he does much better. He's always been good at reading people and picking up feeling in a room. And right now that room is you two kissing. <33

Ej-

In my head, he's like full blown demon, human enough so im not tooo much of a weirdo for liking him but he still has sharp ass teeth.

And hes very aware of that.

He never really initiates kisses unless they're small ones on the forehead or cheek. (Mostly head and forhead tho. Hes a demon. Hes like 7 feet tall)

But when you kiss him he doesn't move much because he doesn't want to scrape the inside of your mouth. He kinda just lets you do your thing. Makes up for it because his hands are always on you like 24/7 very very touchy it like kisses without a mouth. Always on a shoulder or a hip.( He totally uses your head as a arm rest)

But also when you guys kiss his hands just trail every where on your body.<3

Thanks for reading! Ive had this in my notes for a bit because i forgot i had a tumblr but i remembered and im going to be writing more so follow me if you wanna ill make a master list n stuff too :))

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im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

QUEUED POST

Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days. 

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again. 

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move. 

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things. 

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you. 

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters. 

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh. 

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo. 

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment. 

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days. 

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now. 

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you. 

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty. 

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep. 

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background. 

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone. 

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you. 

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,” 

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,” 

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now. 

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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[yandere-daze]

Ok i have been thinking about the reason why the game would try and make you an idol when you enter the enstar world.

The biggest reason why I think it would prioritize making you an idol than just a producer is because the game primarily focuses on the idol aspect. The producers are there yes but it's mostly the idols that get most attention. And since it's a game, its coded to make the player feel entertained. Being an idol gives you more involvement in the story overall so it pushing you to become an idol, even if its against your own will, isn't really too far off.

I also love the idea that the twins look almost exactly like us. Gives it more of a horror vibe and I'm down for it. Also I feel like the game would also give these twins a specific set of skills and cheats that would help the player in their journey to becoming an idol. Oh you're too broke to join this live? No worries the twins came from a powerful and rich family, money isnt a problem. You don't have anyone to design your clothes? The twins have some people they know that can do that! Since they are a blank slate, the game can pretty much add whatever they want about the twins' life, which is usually for your own convenience.

While I would love to think the game is also a yandere for us (since it would be fun to think about), its behavior towards us is probably because its a game. Games tend to focus on making sure the player is having fun and keeps making things fun to get you to stay. Now that your in their world, the system then changes its approach on how to make this whole 'im stuck in another world' fun.

Id feel bad for the player who got into the game cause ik every event is gon involve them and thats probably more stressful than fun lmao.

gn reader

tw yandere

Why the game might make you an idol and more thoughts on the n/a twins supporting you

Those are some really good ideas! And I agree with the fact that the idols are usually more involved in the story compared to the producer/ Anzu, especially in the !! era. So if the game wants you to be a part of it´s world and include you as much as possible, it would make a lot of sense to turn you into an idol, even against your will.

I mean yes, you probably don´t have any prior knowledge about being an idol ( I doubt anyone that is an idol irl would read my fanfiction x,dfnsl), that doesn´t really matter. It can just twist the world itself to give you all the opportunities and talents you need. It would be no fun for you to just be a background Npc, right? The game wants you to be entertained so it needs to put you in the spotlight!

And I know right? The twins looking eerily similar to you is absolutely perfect and a great idea. Mad props to 🔆 anon for sending that in. It´s a really cool AU to think about!

The twins having these “cheats” is also something I can totally see. I already mentioned here that the game tries it absolute best to make you important and support you with all means necessary and that could include messing with what the n/a twins are able to do. I mean they´re only hastily put-together characters in the first place, they´re placeholders, completely void of any unique features. They carry your face and interests. They have absolutely zero connection to the enstars plot as a whole as they were simply created by the game to support you.

So it´s very simple to make something up about their upbringing. Nothing is known about them so nothing the game makes up on the fly contradicts the canon. No one is going to notice. So what if no one has ever heard of this nameless super rich family? It simply wasn´t mentioned before. No one can prove it *doesn´t* exist, right? So it´s all right to mold the twins until they fit whatever you may need at the moment.

This entire world was made for you after all <3

( And yes, being involved with every single event would be so exhausting, the poor player. Can´t imagine that )

[nikrangdan]

enhypen x short!reader

pairing: enhypen x short!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: how enhypen would react to a short reader!!! this was requested btw i hope u guys like 😁 ive written separate headcanons for sunghoon and jay before but i wrote more here anyways 😏 THERES A COUPLE CUSS WORDS IN HERE

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HEESEUNG:

okay lets get this straight

hes literally the tallest member in enha

and then ur the shortest in ur friend group

POWER COUPLE ⁉️⁉️⁉️

im literally crying bc when u guys are standing facing each other heeseung is just looking straight over ur head LIKE UR NOT EVEN IN HIS LINE OF SIGHT

and THIS is why he always has his arm around ur shoulder or he makes sure ur holding onto his arm or smthn

HE WANTS U TO BE WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES BC SOMETIMES HE CANT SEE U☹️☹️☹️

and when hes practicing he likes to bring u up to dance with him

like he holds ur hands and u just try to 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 with justin bieber playing in the background

“i cant dance heeseung u know this” u stare up at him

“i know just vibe to the music~”

he finds it hilarious so hes giggling the whole time u two do a little jiggy

AND THEN HE GETS ALL SOFT AND TURNS U AROUND TO BACKHUG U AND FACE THE MIRRORS and he watches u guys sway back and forth slowly to the music

he loves the height difference and hes always looking at it in mirrors

JAY:

*takes a deep breath* ... JAYYYYYY‼️‼️

he probably mentioned how short u are a couple times when you first met but i dont think he would be the type to constantly point out ur height and tease u or smthn

BUT!!!!! he loves it

alot of clothes you like are often too big for you and hes like

I Am Here To Rescue You From Distress, My Love

Ur so thankful for him!!!

he loves finding clothes for you

shirts arent a big problem its mostly the pants

AND HE LIKES BUYING U PLATFORM SHOES

he says “u look so good”

Jay ur superman 🔥

idk he just thinks ur so cute

he likes to stare at u like 🥰🥰☺️☺️

❤️_❤️

Jay has such big heart eyes for u AAAAAA

when u two are in the kitchen u arent able to reach the high cupboards

SO HE BOUGHT U A HELLO KITTY STOOL

one time he stood on it and was like “y/n look”

you literally almost broke your neck trying to see him because HE WAS SO HIGH IN THE AIR

so high u were like “u got enough oxygen up there⁉️⁉️”

and then he said “u look like an ant” and he started dying at his own joke

But he never pulled that stool stunt again bc u attacked him viciously🤗🤗🤗

JAKE:

Wait im crying already

everytime i write about jake i have to take a break

hes literally too much for my heart

Okay

HE GIGGLE.....

he GIGGLE!!!!!!!

HE GIGGLES AT EVERYTHING U DO

Hes so obsessed with u its not even funny

he probably loves u more than u love him AND HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE BC HES JAKE SIM

His favorite thing ever is when sit in between his legs and ur back against his chest yknow

when u guys watch movies he feeds u popcorn like that

IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR ALOT OF THEM BUT

Head Pats!!!!!

He pats ur head alot or ruffles ur hair alot

and hes just so gentle with u

Ur like his little baby >_<

HIS BIG JACKETS WAIT

Jakes big fluffy bulky jackets

he wants u to wear them

and he

he zips them up all the way and puts the hoodie over ur head

and he just dies of laughter

Ur standing there like 🧍🏻‍♂️

“its getting hot in here jake”

you tried to flick the hood off but the chunky sleeve mixed with ur short arm was not a good combination so you couldnt even raise your arm

That made jake lose it and he just fell to the floor in tears😭

but seeing him so happy made u 🥰☺️ kinda so its okay

SUNGHOON:

Hello hand holder

i say this whenever write for hoon

but this guy🤝🤝🤝

Get those hands ready yall

mmm okay

he probably calls u shorty whenever he teases u

Rude ass 🙄

ur like “😐” and hes like

“im sorry” *attacks u in a very messy and unmannered hug to the point where u fall back onto the couch and almost break ur leg*

i bet he holds stuff up in the air so u have to jump up and attempt to get it😭 so evil

but he doesnt like seeing u suffer for too long so he gives it to u after like 5 seconds 😁

he teases u alot but when ur out in public hes like Bodyguard Hoon

Hes not letting anything happen to u!!!!

once again HES HOLDING UR HAND AT ALL TIMES

one thing he says he doesnt like but we all know hes lying is when u like to jump on his back and force him to give u a piggyback ride

he just accepts it

one time u fell asleep on his back and he was like

“uh y/n”

silence

yeah he eventually plopped u on the couch which woke u up

SUNOO:

Sunoo thinks ur so adorable 💧_💧

like u two could just be sitting next to eachother watching something

and u have ur legs pulled up to ur chest and ur arms wrapped around them with ur chin on ur knees

you hear him giggling to himself

u look over like ......🤨 “what”

“nothing y/n *giggles again* ur just so cute”

ur like Staaaaawwp and u push his shoulder

and then he pushes u back

AND THEN U START FIGHTING

Play fighting ****

u guys laugh so much 😭😭

sunoo likes to talk about you alot

to everyone

literally everyone

to the boys: “omg y/n fell trying to reach the garlic LMAO”

to his mom: “y/n went up to this guy thinking it was me and pushed him it was so funny”

to his instagram: “how did y/n fit through my neighbors doggy door and why”

PLEASE when u two have arguments for fun

u go jump on the couch so u can be taller than him

and u just stare at eachother before bursting out into laughter

he loves to show u off aaaa “heres y/n” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

JUNGWON:

EXPECT TEASING AT LEAST ONCE A DAY

Please i think id cry if i was friends with jungwon (AND NI-KI)

he play too much 😫 he actually has no chill

“can u reach this y/n? or should i carry you *evil laugh*”

but besides from the teasing he adores u so much

and theres some things you arent able to do

But hes so happy to do it for you!!! he loves feeling like hes doing smthn for u

He always has this proud dad look on his face whenever u literally do ANYTHING

u could literally pick a twig off the ground and jungwon would go 😊 thats my y/n

he likes to massage ur legs when ur just chilling on ur bed or smthn

hes got one hand massaging ur legs and his other hand massaging his own legs

“i’ll make us grow taller y/n!”

“what??? you don’t need to be taller jungwon, i do!!” u snatch the hand hes using to massage his own leg and plant it right back on ur own legs

he starts laughing really hard and u think ur the president of comedy now 🔥🔥

he likes feeling tall when hes with u

but he also likes being babied 🙁🙁

Plz give him head kisses and cheek pinches

NI-KI:

This kid is literally a titan

and hes crazy

picks u up BRIDAL STYLE and starts running around the room like an animal

like WHAT ???????

he says its because you’re the only THING around and he needs the exercise

and this kid is a teaser too😫😫

“y/n can you hand me the cereal up there? oh wait you cant”

you turn around like What the hell did u just say...

yeah he got a smacking that day

NO BUT SOMETIMES HE BE TAKING THE JOKES TOO FAR AND RIGHT AFTER HE SAYS IT HES LIKE

“im just kidding i didnt mean it”

Anyways

ni-ki is also very sweet

he offers piggyback rides and makes u little gifts

one time u got a cramp from being on ur tippy toes too long

he was laughing at first but then he saw ur eyes welling up with tears and he ran to u really fast 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

ALSO WHEN U HOLD HANDS you both always stare bc THE SIZE DIFFERENCE PLLLZZZSSMMMNXX

heres an analogy

ni-ki hands : whale :: y/n hands : seahorse

LITERALLY U CANT EVEN SEE UR HANDS ANYMORE

they just vanish into thin air and u guys think its peak comedy

“whered ur hand go y/n 💀”

[mokutone]

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#well. first of all. this is so. bittersweet #like screaming and crying and throwing up on the floor etc #second of all. maybe i'm looking too much into this but. #it's interesting to see that there's blood splatters on tenzo's face /and/ his mask #if i recall correctly. the mask covers his happuri as well #the implication that tenzo lost his mask during battle. put it back on presumably /still/ in battle. continued killing #idk. just hurts #like something something anbu work forces him to feel more comfortable wearing a mask and conforming to a nameless org and set of ideals#and forgoing individuality #or like. something something maybe he feels worse that his face got 'stained' because it's basically a reminder that 'cat' and 'tenzo' #are one and the same and not two distinct entities no matter how much he wants to separate his identity and his anbu lifestyle #and the fact that the happuri is blank and doesn't have a konoha leaf on it.... he doesn't feel connected to the community even as he kills #for it... #i feel like it's kind of obvious that it's significant that the comic shows tenzo taking off his mask as he shows his weariness/depression #regarding anbu work and then how he thinks about kakashi as a jonin sensei. like representing himself as tenzo the individual rather than#'cat' a faceless tool of konoha in the shadows #i also feel like it's kind of noteworthy that the perspective(? is that what it's called for images?) zooms in on tenzo's face #first panel is mostly black and tenzo's body is off-center(?). like his face is centered but his body's not. and that leaves more room for #the black background. but the second panel fills it up with the kakashi thought bubble and tenzo's body comes into the center to fill up #the bottom half. and then the third panel makes tenzo himself fill up more space. there's less 'darkness' now #not sure how to say it other than. his sole saving grace in anbu at the moment is preserving his self and bond with kakashi ig #i also like how the black background isn't pure black. there's a tinge of red(? idk it could also be orange? but i'm taking it as red) #like one hand. maybe a reference to the whole blood thing. a reflection of how he feels surrounded by that reminder of murder instead #of just it being select patches on his skin #on the other hand (and this might be looking too deep 😔) maybe how allusion to the sharingan. how even though he left root #anbu still feels very similar to it that he feels reminded of how he was watched by danzo? #sorry for rambling. i am in an analysing mood today #but i'm also not that great at analysing visual art lmao

nooo no sorries! this is really useful and EXTREMELY flattering to receive such detailed thoughts, i feel like im back in a School Crit Circle or something, which is really fun and helpful. Critique like this rlly helps me understand what people are bringing to my art when I make it and how it's getting interpreted, which as somebody who wants to tell understandable stories via images, is useful to me beyond what words can describe!

like—there's no "right" or "wrong" when it comes to interpreting art, there is my intention, but my intention isn't necessarily what comes out (like how kishimoto somehow accidentally wrote two teenagers who he meant for us to perceive as straight, in the pains and throes of love for each other. like he wrote that, whether or not he intended to. i dont even actually ship s/n bc it doesn't have The One Ingredient for me, but its...also something thats hard to ignore about the text)

and similarly, since theres no way to objectively read a text, when you read it you're putting it in your own context, finishing the painting yourself with whatever colors you've got in your palette to use

that said! I can answer for my intentions in some of these

The blood and the mask: Practically, you're 100% right! Mask needs to be off to get at the happuri. That he's got blood on both his mask, and his happuri, means that at some point in the battle, he lost his mask and then put it on. In terms of art, I did this because the juxaposition contrast between the blood and the small amount of joy he's taking in thinking about a scarecrow, felt really important, and I didn't want to lose that with the removal of the mask. I also put the blood splatter in the same place, coming in from Tenzō's left, and splattering upward across his forehead area. Practically, this would mean that he was in the same position by a spatter of blood twice, but symbolically this implies that he is or feels like the same with or without the mask—like u talk about them being the same entity. I didn't really do that intentionally though—like I didn't think about it. I just kinda was like "yea that feels right. anyway moving on."

No leaf on the happuri: I AGREE WITH YOU ABT THE SYMBOLISM...he doesnt feel connected to konoha in a Real way until he's co-captaining, I think. He needs to be allowed to LIVE in Konoha to be a part of it... That said, if I'm not drawing Captain Yamato Post-Sunlight-Exposure I straight up forget that he had the leaf at all–I know it's supposed to be a Danzō thing, but I keep thinking it's an anbu thing. Honestly, since I agree with the symbolism, whether or not I forget or make an intentional choice not to depict it really doesn't matter I suppose

The Zoom In: Kind of the same as the last! i felt in my heart that we had to zoom in...I didn't think about it in terms of ''lessening darkness'' although now that I've read you write that I like THAT reading much more—esp since so much of yamato's themes in canon seem to be about sunlight and darkness...there's an interesting reading of darkness lessening (because he takes up more space) without light gaining any footing (he's still, as always, situated in the dark) about like, the little things that one can do to manage their depression or a dark situation, even when they still aren't able to be fully FREE of it quite yet (if ever). I think, when I was thinking abt it, I was thinking about making Tenzō seem very small and alone in the first panel, and then even after thinking about Kakashi, he's not quite so small in the panel, even though he still remains alone. This being said, the darkness reading is much stronger than the loneliness reading, even though they go hand in hand, I much prefer your interpretation.

the red in the black: This is interesting!!!! I like your interpretations a lot...in terms of materials this is only black india ink, so there's no red actually in it, but in the photo I can see what you mean—the ink I'm using is shiny because the "matte" ink is twice the price of it and I'm a cheapskate, and it inevitably creates shines of color when scanned or photographed. Obviously though, the lack of intention or the material contrast doesn't mean you're wrong—I saw the colorful patches in the image and decided it was fine enough to post anyway, they're a piece of the art as it exists digitally! Open for critique and interpretation. I like the idea that the darkness is connected to the blood very much especially, because it is for Tenzō, isn't it?

anyway, ty v much for your analysis, i was incredibly flattered to receive it, and i think you're actually super good at it, in my opinion!

[sunandalsomoon]

if u havent pls go read loseyoutoloveme on ao3 ,, they mostly write jaehyun x reader and i know some ppl don’t like to read y/n fics but when i tell yall it is SO GOOD. all of their works are so beautifully written w well developed plots, well rounded characters, and they know how to make a bih CRY. i literally BAWL MY EYES OUT at every story. also there is no smut in any of their stories !!!

here are my top 3 stories!!

(btw when i say o/c i mean y/n lolol)

1. stitch your heart upon the blossom of mine

word count: 435k (38 chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25393999/chapters/61579372

summary: takes place in a dystopian country where o/c is taken in by a high ranking government official and his family. every citizen of this region is given a seed that will only bloom if it is watered by that person’s soulmate (yes a soulmate au 👀).

ik it’s rlly long but IT IS SO WORTH THE READ !!!!! it’s dystopian and involves more violence than their other stories so if you enjoyed books like the hunger games and divergent (me in 7th grade) i think u’ll rlly like this one !! it doesn’t get too heavy into politics or make the layout of the world too confusing or complex so it is pretty easy to follow along. one thing i love about this author is how relatable she is able to make the main character and how easy it is to empathize with every single character, so even though o/c is a dystopian orphan princess you are still able to feel the pain she goes thru throughout the book. also the angst w her and jaehyun 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

2. the umbrella against downpours of remembrance

word count: 98k (8 chapters)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30210003/chapters/74439444

summary: o/c is the widowed secretary of a hospital where her husband doyoung, a doctor, used to work. a new doctor and doyoung’s former best friend jaehyun begins to work in the same hospital.

THIS ONE IS SO SAD. i’m usually not one to read marriage fics bc sometimes they feel too cheesy for me but this story really captures marriage as 2 people living parallel lives like you can tell how strong the love and respect was b/t o/c and doyoung. this story talks about soulmates less in the physical sense like with Stitch but in a more realistic sense (?¿) like do you only have one soulmate in life and can you love someone else if you intended to only love one person forever ? PURE ANGST.

3. a melancholy weekend in december, or when the end of us wasn’t the end

word count: 462k words (ongoing as of 7/2021)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28947483/chapters/71029833

summary: o/c is a ballerina and jaehyun is a pianist. they meet when jh becomes the new pianist for o/c’s ballet studio, but they also attend the same high school where o/c is ‘popular’ and jh is a ‘nerd’. o/c comes from a similar background as jh and they build a strong friendship. the story follows their lives and relationships throughout young adulthood.

THE DRAMA THAT HAPPENS IN THIS FIC. 👀 U WILL NOT GET BORED. ok yall im actually rereading this one bc it’s my favorite rn and i cry every single chapter because the relationship b/t jh and o/c is so beautifully constructed and you can feel how much they rely and support each other. UGH ITS SO GOOD. the ‘popular girl nerd guy’ trope seems cliche but trust me their personalities are much more than that and they are only in high school for the first few chapters. i love love love how real this story feels and it truly feels like i’m reading about somebody’s life and how they cope with life’s unexpected twists and turns. highly recommend listening to lover by taylor swift while or after reading if you love to cry

btw these are not in any order/ranking !

AHHH MY SUMMARIES RLLY DO NOT DO THESE STORIES JUSTICE !! they are truly so well written and addicting because you get so immersed into the world and attached to the characters the author creates. i am absolutely obsessed and i could not recommend enough even if you are not a person who typically reads fanfic or au type stuff. trust me.

[maskyartist]

*slams in* yall thought you saw the last of my headcanon rambles about specific characters but yall gonna see me today YALL GONNA SEE ME-

anyways Augustus Aquato headcanons for yall!! :D this is gonna be kinda all over the place cause, unlike my other rambles, Augustus has an actual story??? and isnt just kinda thrown into things as a 1 dimensional antagonist or background character? so its a lil disjointed but idk im here to ramble n vibe

Augustus time babeeeey

- puttin it out there, this man is bisexual and u cant convince me otherwise like hes got the vibe anyways-

- before he and Donatella branched off together to make the Aquato Family Circus, he was definitely part of a bigger, more well funded production to keep things afloat for himself and his Nona. in my heart n soul, he used to also do animal taming. had a lion n tiger n they were both the sweetest damn things to him and he loved em both very much.

- Augustus is actually the YOUNGEST in his family, having two brothers before him. so in a weird way, he gets where Raz is coming from when it's revealed just how he feels.

- hes got hydrokinesis just like the rest of his family, of course, and im of the full belief in visualizes into the snakes that Maligula also had. a sign that while his powers are his own, he still hasnt forgotten what this power did to his country. what this power did to his family. its a trauma that'll never leave, but it gets easier to face it when he knows HES in control of the snakes, not some other force or person.

- alternatively, hes awful at pyrokinesis. this man nearly set his hair on fire once hes terrible at it. he tries very hard! hes able to do sparks or light small embers within his control! but once it starts to grow it gets worse.

- he gives up parts of his meals for his kids or his Nona. he also definitely eats last out of the family, gets his first bowl when others are gettin seconds, cause he likes making sure everyone has enough to eat for the night and for tomorrow.

- he still speaks Grulovian! shouldnt be that much of a shock this is here but he didnt just forget the language when he was brought to the states. he and Nona still talk in fluent Grulovian, and he definitely teaches it to his kids. its a bit of a learning curve for them, but its still something he does try to keep up with. it'd be a shame for the language to just kinda...die out yknow?

-THIS MAN LOVES HIS KIDS. i should NOT have to say this but some of yall need a reminder. Augustus isnt the perfect father, he never has been and never will be, but the fact is that he holds an undying love for his kids and thatll never EVER change.

- hes actually pretty smart but like...mostly with math n numbers n stuff like that. Donatella usually leaves the money counting to him since Augustus does quick math in his head like no ones business. numbers are surprisingly simple for him and he weirdly likes the counting? its easy stuff. this also means his kids will sometimes ask him random ass difficult math questions and he'll answer just flawlessly in record time. so far no question has bested him yet.

- but to backpeddle off that last one, anything besides numbers? yeah hes all heart no brain. cant do science thats not his thing, and he knows the bare basics for a few things but yeah his high knowledge points are train-related smarts, numbers, and acrobatics related.

- SPEAKIN OF TRAINS!! he's loved trains ever since he was a lil kid in Grulovia. he'd watch em exit the station with such childlike awe and wonder and that feeling never faded no matter HOW old he got. he doesnt really have the money for his model train hobby, but he managed to save one lil train from being destroyed. it needed repairs so he brought it to bed with him to poke n prod at it so hes still got that one, but other then that he kinda just enjoys trains from afar. he also knows so much about how they work? like so much. he could be an engineer if he didnt have the circus goin.

- hes a great singer. old love songs sung to his wife while swaying gently in the dead of night, gentle Grulovian lullabies when his kids cant sleep, SUPER old Grulovian songs his Nona taught him and they sing together sometimes. music is just an important thing to Augustus so he sings a lot.

- this man is the sewer. learned from Nona on how to do the patches. Dona COULD do it but Augustus usually spots the rip or tear first so he usually just starts lookin for fabric before Donatella can offer to do it herself. they dont MATCH sure but it adds character. plus he thinks its sweet when his kids go to him for fixing rips or tears or adding patches to their clothes.

- there is quite literally, NO place Augustus would rather be then where he is right now. he has a beautiful, smart wife, 5 wonderful, albeit dramatic and a lil bratty, kids, and his aunt even if their relationship is a bit...rocky right now. he wouldnt give up what he has for the world. he loves his family, he truly does, and he hopes now hes able to do them proud by being better then who he was before.

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alright thats all i got rn, maybe another day i'll draft out my whole backstory idea for him cause i got thoughts but for now enjoy this Augustus content. or dont! idk all this is my opinion n thoughts. but i love Augustus so i got so many thoughts n feelings

[nobodyfindthisacc]

Slides and Monkey bars

Sana x reader

Fluff

Request~ “can you please do the prompt: only time can tell, with g/n reader x sana (twice) please make it angst but with happy ending im a sucker for sappy endings 😭”

Word count~ 1.2k words

A/N~ didn’t turn out as angsty, so i hope you still like it :))

There she is, dancing and singing on stage in front of millions of fans. Even with a single wink, she manages to capture thousands’ heart. You aren’t an exception either, you’ve never been. And maybe that’s why it hurts, knowing you’ve been there for her since before debut, yet you had no chance in winning her like she did with you.

You wish you could leave. You wish you had the heart to ghost her, for the sake of your heart. Yet here you are, standing helplessly at the backstage with flowers in hand, awaiting for her to jump into your arm per usual. And she does. Pumpkin orange hair fills you vision, as the idol hug your waist tightly.

“Wow there m’lady. Be careful, you could’ve made us fall and crush these beautiful flowers i brought for you.” You say with a hand on her shoulder. “Haven’t you already fallen for me? And these flowers aren’t as enchanting as you are” she flirts with you like she always does, but you knew better than that. “Sana” the smirk on Sana’s face fades away, along with her hands around you. “You have to stop flirting, I’m fine with your affection but now it just feels like your leading me on.” You say with a somber smile.

“no no, I didn’t mean to lead you on! Im sor-“ Sana’s frantically waving her hands, in order to make sure she doesn’t hurt you. She might not be your lover, be she’s definitely your friend. “I know, you didn’t mean to. Don’t worry.” You cut her off and give her a cheeky smile in hopes to cheer her up.

The air after that is a bit awkward. With Sana being self conscious with everything she does and says to me. She’s a really nice friend at least. You guys go off for a walk while the rest of her group goes back to their dorms. The car ride’s not as awkward as before as she starts loosening up again, singing to the songs on the radio with casual humming from you.

Once you arrive at the park, sana gets off whilst rubbing her hands because of the chill breeze going through the sky in autumn night. You offer your hand, to which she takes. While strolling through the park, you encounter a playground, far too familiar for both of you.

“Hey it’s that playground we played in back in high school!” With that she goes of to the said playground, climbing up a slide. You chuckle at the girl as she slides down the toy. “Aren’t you a little to old for that miss?” You tease only for the later to pull your arm to another part of the playground. “Oh stop it. Just because we’re older, doesn’t mean we can’t play with it too.”

You end up in front of a monkey bar. A particularly tall one at that. “Can the master still go through the highest bar? Or are they now a drowned out used been?” You let out another laugh as she challenges you with hands crossing her chest. “You really want me to climb a monkey bar for children?” You insult the toy, “hey it’s still taller than both of us” her rebuttal made you narrow your eyes towards the figure in front of you, with a smirk displaying on your face.

“I need more convincing.” Sana looks at you puzzlingly as she thinks of a way to convince you to have some fun. Only deciding to be mysterious. “You’ll get a reward!” “From who? You?” You ask, pretty intrigued. “Of course me! Who else?” She proclaims slightly offended by the lack of belief. “Ok, i just thought you were gonna have jyp transfer some money into my pocket.” “Hey!” She pouts at your tease. “So what is it? The reward?” You ask one more time, only to be met with a grin from the other. “You’d have to do it first.”

You end up doing it. You were gonna do it, even without the reward, it was just fun teasing sana. But the reward was a bonus. She’s probably gonna buy you some drink from the soda machine near the playground. Your hands are starting to feel a tad burn from all friction the bars gave, and you are definitely bad at swinging compared to when you were called the “master of monkey bars” but you held on finishing it for a free soda, but mostly because of pride. With an arm reaching for the last bar, you finish of with a jump.

As childish as it sounds, you’re ecstatic at the accomplishment. Maybe it’s the feeling of still having a little part of yourself way back in your younger days, maybe it’s just because you like proving to others you can do it, or maybe it’s just because of the reward. You continue to jump to Sana in happy fit. “Ta-da!” You do jazz hands in order to show off to the later. “The master still got it.” You exclaim, now panting after several jumps of high, resting your hand on your hips.

Sana didn’t know what she feels right now. But seeing you jump in joy to her reminds her of a puppy running to its owner after catching a ball. It’s unbelievably cute. She just wanted to keep you in her pocket. She wants a lot of things right now, actually. But she couldn’t put in words. “Sana?” So she ends up doing something on autopilot.

She kisses you.

You pull away in surprise. Why did she kiss you? She rejected you didn’t she? She didn’t like you right? Not in that way right? Is she purposely leading you on? Questions fills your mind as you look at her questioningly and with caution.

Meanwhile, Sana backs away in fear. What’d she do? Why did she do that? She isn’t romantically interested in you, right? God, do you hate her now? Are you going to leave her? She looks shook by her own action. Thus why you’re the one to cut the silence.

“Sana, what was that?” You as curiously, you didn’t voice any anger for that’d make things worse. And you’re truly more curious than anything. “I-I don’t know.” She stutters. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I know. I just, I just did it on instinct? I don’t know, I just did it without thinking and I’m so sor-“ she rambles on and on, not even realising her feelings spilling out.

“Sana, stop for a bit. Breathe in and breathe out. Your starting to shake.” You stop yet again, now going closer to the later, putting both hands on her shoulders. With your instructions, she starts to calm down from all the fear of you leaving. You wouldn’t, she assures herself.

After a moment of silence, you ask her the most important question of your relationship, the one sana dreads the most. “Do you like me Sana?” She didn’t know. She’s unsure of herself. She’s afraid of ruining things. Things like your relationship, things like the public’s opinion, things like her friends and family’s opinion. But ultimately, she figures to admit the truth. “I think I do”

Letting go of her shoulders, you both stand there in silence. Until you ask again, “Do I have a chance?” A whisper of hope is let out, as the crickets chirp in the background. Not like you guys would ever acknowledge it, too immersed in each others’ eyes and warmth.

“I don’t know yet.” A helpless cry responds to the question. Confusion, love, and disappointment swim in her eyes. She didn’t know. So your hand reaches out for hers, intertwining them. “It’s fine, i can wait.”