#it was a twt challenge thing

[angelscrowbar]

Drew them in what I usually wear/clothes I have. Sorry I took too much time thinking of how to phrase this and honestly I give up. Anyway did you know I kinda draw too?

[mellosdrawings]

Oh love your losers forever number 2 group doodles. Seeing the doodles, I realized Leona and Vil are together longer than with Jamil.

Well, even on the off-chance that they weren't already dating before, they've still known each other for a while longer, while Jamil was off in his corner pretending to be mid and trying not to attract attention.

In both cases, Leona and Vil would already have their own habits/banter and Jamil, who is barely getting used to standing out and competing against "higher status" people, would take more time to feel comfortable.

(I have paragraphs of potential dynamics between those three, I could talk about them for hours haha)

[slushfaerie]

you and art were invited to his grandma's friend's holiday party. you really don’t want to go.

art donaldson x introverted!fem reader (or fem reader that would just rather stay home and have her way with loverboy art and vice versa..bc like...) incredibly self-indulgent and hastily written. inspired by my desire to stay home and also my desire for art donaldson. nsfw elements! way steamier than what i've written before. happy holidays and/or happy wednesday <33

it was almost time to leave and you'd put off getting ready for as long as you possibly could.

art looks up from his spot lounging on the couch with bated breath as you emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing through your hotel room.

his mouth all but hangs open as he sees you, cheek resting against his hand as he takes you in, probably wrinkling his pressed collared shirt he’s chosen to wear, sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

there you stood like some sort of angel - wrapped in a silky white robe, still-damp locks of hair framing your face. he would stare at you forever if he could. 

art’s attuned to you as you let out a soft sigh, your gaze a million miles away. holiday gatherings - gatherings in general - weren’t your most favorite thing. but you’d at least have art to buoy you through the evening, trying to make you laugh with aptly timed snide comments whispered in your ear at the expense of other partygoers. he'd reach his hand beneath the dinner table, thumb caressing your thigh acting as a life preserver. anything for you. 

art was agreeable, malleable in social situations, but he could think of a thousand other places he’d rather be - almost all of them having to do with you wrapped around him in some way. 

as you reach for your moisturizer on the dresser, art’s hand covers yours before intertwining your fingers. you melt against him as he slots his body behind yours, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. he has to hold back a moan as he inhales the scent of your shampoo, of you. 

art undoes the tie of your robe, peeling it off and putting you on display to him, only in your cute bra and panties. you watch as he grabs the tub of moisturizer himself and unscrews the lid with diligent fingers, warming some between his hands. 

the way art massages your shoulders, it's as if he hopes to melt away your nerves and tension, leaving kisses in their wake. he hums approvingly as he feels you exhale.

you turn around to face him, your robe a silky pool at your feet, a look of momentary bliss on your face from his ministrations. he turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm as you cup his cheek with your hand.

art lets out a gasp as you lace your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to yours. he kisses you back in earnest, licking into your mouth as his warm hands wander down to palm your ass, massaging with as much devotion as he'd given the rest of you, pulling you against him. he'd drown in you if you'd let him.

art lays you down on the bed as he continues to massage the moisturizer into your arms, pressing kisses and giving attention to each hand, each individual finger. looking down to meet his gaze, you see his pupils dwarfing the depths of his blue eyes with that little kiss of brown.

you can't hold back your moans as art leaves lingering kisses on the tops of your breasts - he's all lips and tongue and gentle nips, teasing the hardening buds of your nipples through your bra, trailing his way down your stomach. 

art’s lashes flutter shut as he licks the sensitive skin around your navel, tracing teasing shapes with his tongue right above the cute little bow at the top of your panties. god, you tasted so sweet.

art gives you a crooked grin as you squirm, cheeks flushing, breath now coming out in sweet, shallow pants.

"y'know, you're making me wanna keep you here all to myself."

you mumble with weak protest something about being worried about being late, about making a good impression on his grandmother. art chuckles and rolls his eyes with resignation.

"okay, if you say so." he crawls up your body, giving your cheek a tender caress with his thumb as he leans in closer.

"just wait until i get you back here," the words of encouragement more for himself than you at this point as art pulls himself away and goes to retrieve his sweater from the hotel dresser.

a little motivation to get you both through the night never hurt anyone.

[vitrificvitriol]

GAH HAVE THIS

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) trips and falls and three more stephanie brown redesigns spill out from my pockets. Oopsie!

[shinotail]

lil sif sketch thing before bed

[holysheithyall]

“We’re just two slow dancers, last ones out.”

[angelic-waffles]

Dude I spent so long on this, pretty proud of it tho! Anyways the twt post that inspired it under cut

[distortedmoondisc]

(Reposting a small informal essay I wrote about this specific line of Vermilion back in july that got lost in my blog. Adding screenshots of my reblogs, which prompted me to write all of this, for context).

Hiiro, who was raised to devote his whole existence to one person and that all his value as an individual is tied to the successful filling of that role. And then someone, the voice of the song—probably Hiiro himself, since he's the one singing this specific line—telling him that "there's meaning you'll never grasp" living as his own, independent person....

And that's just.... I don't know. It feels just so melancholic, for some reason. A sort of existential melancholy. It's reminiscent as to when we're told that we'll probably never discover all the secrets of the ocean or all the secrets about outer space, that we'll never understand 100% a specific topic or matter of study because there's so much information about it, it isn't humanly possible to process it all in a single lifetime. "There is meaning you'll never be able to grasp, there are things you'll never be able to learn or to understand." And that just feels so unfair and distressing, for some reason.

So that makes me think about how the lyrics are implying that Hiiro—despite enjoying his new-found freedom of being Hiiro Amagi, the Leader of Alkaloid, and not Hiiro Amagi, servant of the monarch—he might never be able to fully understand or to enjoy the meaning of his new existence ("there's meaning you'll never be able to grasp"). Hiiro grew up thinking that the rules of his hometown are universal truths and that he must uphold them above everything else—so if the rules tell him that he must dedicate his whole life to serve his brother and that he doesn't have any value outside of that, who is he to deny it? Who is he to fight it? Who is he to interrupt the social norm and the peace of his society? He says it himself in the main story: rules are meant to keep the peace of the community, and peace can only be achieved if everyone does their part without complaining.

So Hiiro already had the meaning of his existence, up to that point, and he didn't need anything else. He was Rinne's servant, he was a member of his hometown, and he was given a mission: to bring his brother, the Monarch, back home to take the throne. It was very clear and simple — but then he met Alkaloid, and all of the idols of ES. He was exposed to the city, to the outside world, to countless different ways of thinking and ways of life. The MDM happened (including Rinne disowning him), and the meaning of his existence was broken. Hiiro is now free, but he's left without any guidance or absolute truths he can rely on a world so grand and contradicting that he can't even comprehend it, and that realistically, he never will.

So what can he do, with a problem of this scope?

What do you do, when all you thought was an absolute truth, actually is not? (and that in fact, absolute truths might not even exist to begin with?) When all the things you learned, the rights and the wrongs, differ from place to place, and from person to person? When you have been left to your own devices to figure out this new world you've been thrown into, that is so contradicting and confusing, all by yourself?

Is this the burden you have to carry, the price you have to pay, to be an independent, autonomous person? (Is this a process Rinne, his brother, also had to go through?)

But then, Mayoi's lyrics in come up, "With the suit of your soul—" and then the rest of Alkaloid sing together—"Persist in your belief."

And this is the part of the song where the existential melancholy gets turned upside down. Yes, Hiiro might never be able to fully grasp the meaning of this new life. Yes, he might never be able to fully understand the new world he's been thrown into, and he will have to struggle trying to navigate it on his own—but the lyrics are pushing him to keep moving forward despite of that. "With the new life you have been given, persist in your beliefs" it's an encouragement, a comforting line. It's Alkaloid (Tatsumi, Mayoi, and Aira) telling him that despite the world being confusing and contradicting and so so vast with multiple wrong and right answers���the best thing Hiiro can do is to be true to himself; to keep tackling adversity and life head on, to try to learn and to understand it as best as he can, and draw his own logical conclusions about it—not conclusions and answers given to him arbitrarily by someone else. And most importantly: that he isn't alone, that he has a group of people that will accompany him along the way, with varying degrees of knowledge about the world, that will complement and support him on his own journey.

And only then, Hiiro will live an autonomous life—and there will be meaning he will never be able to grasp, but that's okay. He isn't meant to, and that's fine.

[bnuuys]

i love u aira tumblr i love u aira tumblr i love u so much aira tumblr

[hawkinsleather]

ok i’m gonna be good now and work on my zine that i need to finish by tuesday cos my other interest outside these two dumb sluts is zines, and i’m tabling at glasgow zine fest next weekend and my train up is wednesday but here’s some art in the meantime that i coloured in the other week cos a) the early days of my pink era was literally just red line art on pink and b) it was the only existing thing that had the right vibes for the 90s supermodel omegaverse au big bang that im an artist for ✌️

[zeb-z]

“You just hate to see a woman winning” tell me did Bo-Katan Kryze properly utilize girl power when targeting innocent civilians and children in terrorist attacks

[drbtinglecannon]

Not that this post wasn't a breath of fresh air to see, but op I think it's worth adding on exactly how much he's being sued for because my elation is through the roof

so if you wanna know how Twitter's going:

it's currently broken, because Elon Musk had everyone change the Twitter logo to Kabosu/the Doge meme.

this is presumably to distract everyone from the fact that he's currently being sued for defrauding Dogecoin investors.

truly a genius. they'll never think he did it.

[edwardseymour]

I would say that I probably like Anne Boleyn more than you (in the sense that she interests me more), but I definitely agree with you on a lot of your points you’ve made about her fans and their weird subculture. Like why in every Tudor AU that I read is Anne and Henry in this epic love story that lasts longer than in real life simply because she has sons. I don’t think Anne and Henry would have gotten together under any other circumstances than those of real life (like if he was some random second son and Arthur was King, there is no way she would be in his vicinity), and I don’t think that that’s a happy ending for her. This poor woman was killed on the order of her husband, and now her fans want her to have stayed in that abusive marriage for eternity. The greatest thing Anne Boleyn could do in some of these writer’s eyes is have a son, like that’s her one major accomplishment she needed to fulfill. Ugh.

in all honesty, anne’s subculture fascinates me more than the woman, herself. it’s such a unique phenomenon, i can’t really think of an equivalent — the closest might be marie antoinette or the romanov girls, but the nature of their popularity just isn’t the same, and i don’t think they are commercialised in quite the same way.

and i mean, generally AUs just don’t do anything for me. but i find any AU where the wife is simply made to be a politically inactive broodmare, stripped of personhood so…

it’s not a unique thing with regards to anne by any stretch (and i know of other AUs that have her marry the king of france (🥴) or become regent after henry dies in the jousting tournament) but it is weird when it happens with her and is juxtaposed with posts gushing about anne’s unique personality/power.

[aventurineswife]

Dan heng, Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jiaoqiu and Moze X a meek s/o (university au btw) when they get put into a group project with incompetent people who are wrong with confidence but reader can't correct them as they either ignore or get angry at them. I wanna see some protective smart men saving their one and only with intelligence

Requesting this as I have finally finished a group presentation and there always seems to be atleast one annoying person that drains me TwT.

My lonesome self needs comfort and assurance from 2d mennn

Guided by Wisdom, Unheard but Present

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Moze x Reader, University AU, Protective Characters, Intelligent Characters, Slow Burn, Angst, Soft Moments, Comfort, Group Project Drama, Reader with Low Self-Confidence, Mild Tension, Gentle Humor.

Warnings: Mild conflict, Incompetent groupmates, Slight manipulation of group dynamics, Emotional distress for the Reader, Potential misunderstandings, Protective behaviors from partners.

A/N: So sorry to hear that, anon, I hope this cheers you up! 🫂💖

It was the third week into the semester, and the looming weight of group projects hung over your head. You weren’t exactly thrilled to be working with this particular group. Two of your teammates were clearly overconfident, but you knew they didn’t have a firm grasp on the material. And you, the quiet, reserved student who preferred to keep to yourself, couldn’t bring yourself to speak up when they made mistake after mistake, arguing with each other in the most misguided ways.

Dan Heng sat beside you, his expression unreadable as he observed the chaos unfolding. He’d noticed how the loud voices of the others ignored your hesitant attempts at pointing out inconsistencies, brushing off your input as if you were invisible.

At first, you tried to stay silent, hoping they’d eventually come to their senses. But when one of your teammates confidently but inaccurately explained a concept you knew was wrong, you felt a tight knot in your chest.

You didn’t want to speak up. You were never good at making waves, and every time you’d tried, the others had either ignored you or worse, snapped at you for challenging them. But seeing how they all struggled, and knowing you had the knowledge to help, made you feel sick with frustration.

Before you could even formulate a way to gently intervene, Dan Heng, who had been watching quietly, straightened in his chair, his voice steady and calm, but carrying an unspoken authority. "Actually, that’s incorrect," he said, his words cutting through the heated discussion like a sharp blade. "The formula you’re referencing is incomplete. Here’s the correct way to approach it."

There was no anger in his tone, only the quiet confidence of someone who had learned to carry their wisdom with a calm demeanor. The others looked at him, startled by the correction, and quickly began to take notes.

Dan Heng turned to you, his usual stoic expression softening just a fraction. "If you ever feel the need to speak up, you don’t have to worry. I’ll make sure they listen."

His calmness was both reassuring and somehow protective. You gave him a small, grateful smile, feeling a little lighter. For the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel alone in the group. With Dan Heng by your side, you knew the chaos would be brought into order.

It was another dreaded group project day, and you could feel your anxiety bubbling up as you looked around at your fellow students. Your group was… a disaster waiting to happen. One member was already rambling on about things they clearly didn’t understand, and the others were just nodding along in fake confidence. You had the answers—of course, you always did—but no one ever took you seriously.

Your soft voice and passive demeanor made it easy for them to ignore you, and even when you tried to correct them, they just dismissed you. It wasn’t your fault that they couldn’t accept that they were wrong. You couldn’t even bring yourself to insist—they were far too convinced of their own brilliance.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of Aventurine’s voice. "Well, it seems we're all taking a rather dramatic gamble on these assumptions," he said with that signature, playful smile of his. There was a teasing tone to his words, but there was no mistaking the sharpness that lay beneath. "Let me offer a suggestion: Instead of trying to force the problem into an answer we want, how about we let the facts guide us, hmm?"

His voice had a magnetic quality, drawing the others’ attention with ease. The others quieted, looking at him like he had the answers to everything. And, in a sense, he did. His sharp intellect and masterful manipulation of situations made him impossible to ignore.

"Let me reframe this for you," he continued, effortlessly redirecting the conversation back onto the correct track. "This concept is built on a foundation of logic and balance, not guesswork. If you do it this way..." He paused, glancing at you as if to make sure you agreed. You nodded silently, watching as the group began to shift, their previous certainty faltering under the weight of his intelligence.

Aventurine leaned in just a little closer to you, his eyes flickering with a hint of warmth. "Next time, don’t hesitate to speak up, darling. If they won’t listen, I’ll make sure they do." His wink was subtle, but it was enough to leave you feeling protected in his clever hands.

It was almost a joke how clueless your group was. Everyone had their own version of the material, and you could barely keep up with their rambling, confident errors. It was hard not to feel frustrated; you knew the facts, but no one would listen to your corrections.

Your gaze briefly met Ratio's, and he raised an eyebrow. His presence alone seemed to have the effect of calming everyone down, and he stepped forward, crossing his arms with a look of exasperation. "It’s truly fascinating," he began, his voice calm yet cutting. "How certain people can misinterpret something so basic. But perhaps it’s not surprising when the knowledge in question is so clearly… beneath you."

The others faltered under the weight of his gaze, and you could see their confidence begin to crack. Ratio didn’t mince words. "Let’s correct this once and for all," he said, taking the lead in guiding the discussion with his usual brilliance. He walked them through the proper steps with sharp, precise explanations, effortlessly dismantling their flawed understanding.

"Listen closely," he said to the group, but his eyes were directed at you, softening ever so slightly. "You, dear, should not be afraid to speak. Next time, we’ll do this properly, without the circus." His words were confident and commanding, leaving no room for dispute.

With Ratio, you felt the reassurance of a true genius guiding you through the chaos. He was intimidating, but you could tell, deep down, that he wouldn’t let you be swallowed by the ignorance of others.

Group projects had always been a source of anxiety for you, but this one was different. You could tell from the start that your team was full of people who had no idea what they were doing. And though you knew you should step in, you were too timid to correct them. They weren’t outright malicious, but they seemed so confident in their wrongness that it made you freeze.

That’s when you noticed Jiaoqiu. His calm demeanor and thoughtful expressions always seemed to bring a sense of balance to the chaos. He was sitting across from you, and you could see how he observed the group quietly, never raising his voice, yet always in control. When someone spoke out of turn, saying something completely incorrect, Jiaoqiu leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting with quiet authority.

"Actually, the theory here is based on an assumption that doesn’t hold up," he said gently, his voice soothing but firm. "If we shift our approach slightly and reframe the context, we’ll be able to arrive at a more accurate solution."

He spoke with the wisdom and calm of someone who had seen the effects of care and understanding, even in the most chaotic of situations. He didn’t embarrass the others; instead, he guided them towards the right answers, offering an insight that left no room for argument.

As the others began to take his advice, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Jiaoqiu looked at you with a soft smile, his usual composed nature carrying a hint of reassurance. "Don’t worry," he said quietly, "when it gets too overwhelming, just let me handle it. You’re not alone in this."

You were trapped in a group of students who were far too confident for their own good. Their mistakes piled up, and though you knew you should correct them, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak up. Every time you tried, your voice faltered, and they either ignored you or snapped at you. It was hard to fight that anxiety, especially when the wrong answers were so confidently delivered.

Moze, who had been quiet throughout the session, finally spoke. His voice was low and calculated, and for the first time, the room seemed to settle as the others turned their attention to him.

"You're going about this the wrong way," Moze said, his tone devoid of emotion, but carrying a quiet authority that commanded attention. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the group as he methodically explained the correct approach. He didn’t raise his voice or make a spectacle of it; he simply corrected their mistakes with calm precision, his focus unwavering.

The others, though initially resistant, began to fall into line, their earlier confidence now shattered by his quiet strength. Moze’s gaze flicked over to you, his expression unreadable but reassuring. "You don’t have to be afraid to speak. If they ignore you again, I’ll take care of it," he said, his words sharp and protective, like a silent promise.

With Moze’s presence, you didn’t have to fear the group anymore. His silent confidence shielded you, and for the first time, you felt safe in his quiet strength.

[boyfiejay]

I love my girlfriend

PAIRING : Enhypen hyung line x female Youtuber! Reader

GENRE : fluff, bullet point

Warning : curse words, me rizzing up the reader😔

Word Count : 0.9k overall

Author's Note : this was long overdue☝🏻

Heeseung ☆

you're one of those underrated artists, that are underrated due to one sole reason

it's better to gatekeep a talented artist

yk the way some fans get sad that their favourites are now on everyone's fyp

yeah your fandom in a nutshell

they also thirst over you non stop

I mean you are stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting

just date me pookie

you used to be a youtuber before the music career fyi

imagine your fans' dilemma (dimension?) when you say out of nowhere that you have a bf

‘guys, my boyfriend sent me this :D’

and it's a silly picture of two cats or smtg

like your fans are fighting a fucking war on twt

and you are like cuddling with hee, listening to unreleased songs

you have no clue of what's going on

meanwhile heeseung…

he's ready to fight the war

posts a picture of you kissing his cheek on your insta story

he makes sure that only 1/4th of his face is visible

to keep his identity anonymous yk

…

your fans find his acc in 15 mins

he panics definitely 😭

tells you his innuendo after you wake up

and you're just like

‘yeah ok, sure’

WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL??

your boyfriend is getting deep fried on twt and you're like ‘el oh el’

dw your fans mean no harm

after a while they're like

‘they're cute tgt ig 😒’

Jay ☆

you're like a cooking channel

STAY W ME IK IT SOUNDS BASIC

you're like a blogger who blew up one day

because you're just soso pretty😻

alright anyways, your channel is focused around learning to cook

it's so chaotic sometimes

bcz you don't know shit about cooking

sorry if you do, let's pretend you don't >.<!!

you have almost killed yourself a dozen times

at some point people are like

‘??? how is she alive’

all thanks to your almost professional chef boyfriend

but no one has to know that ;)

anyways on like a milestone or something, you decide to cook blindfolded

bae you can barely cook with eyes open

your followers are concerned bro

like their blood pressure is rising by the minute

and like a holy light in the midst of the darkness

Jay stepped in, to save you from killing yourself fr this time

Your fans are seriously jumping around, squealing bcz he's just so soft and gentle to you :(((

but then they snap out and pretend to be angry

and you're like ‘meet my boyfie :3’

jk your fans love you two

like almost obsessed

also they're always sliding in Jay's dms

like I get it mans fine af but he's also taken

and also absolutely whipped for you 🤭

it's your world and we're just living in it…

Jake ☆

you are a gamer/streamer

your whole fan base is delusional

like so delusional, there are like hundreds and thousands of accounts claiming to be your bf/gf

but the iconic one ‘ynsboyfie’ is everywhere

like that acc is the most iconic thing in your lore

they are always there, no news of yours goes past them

always donating in your streams

and one day…

you forget to log in your priv acc

so your official acc has the comment

‘babe, you're so sweet ☹️🩷’

replying to ‘YNSBOYFIE’

???

oh your fans are livid

jokingly ofc

or maybe not

everyone on twt is like

‘who is this bitch???’

everyone hoping for his downfall

then you drop his pic

THE SWITCH UP IS INSANE

‘oh, oh, he's fiiine😏’

like I can't blame them, that's jake

but still they're supposed to be your fans

fucking snitches

my bae, pookum shmookum I would never

your fans love him

but also bully him calling him a lewser

hes so down bad he had a fan page for you

i dont blame him, i too would fangirl over you 😼

Sunghoon ☆

you're like a fitness channel

like those ones that have insane challenges

and your famous in people who have no interest in working out too

your face reveal went so viral, almost every single person knew your face

also your workouts (even tho deadly) always work so fast

people are in love with your figure and just you in general

you also upload mini vlogs once in a while

in these vlogs people noticed someone always being around you and in the back of the frame

at first they were like

‘obsessed fan😨’

but then they saw you laughing along with him in another clip

from the small clips, people couldn't see his face (bcz it's blurred) but omg the figure

the biceps, the buff and tall guy immediately steals everyone hearts

it's obvious from the clips that you're close with him

so naturally you are asked who he is and you just laugh

???

people are losing their minds woman

and you're just like ‘hehe’

they continue seeing him in your vlogs and in one clip you could see him putting his hands on your waist while you squat

you have no reaction to that

but twt…

he's getting dragged even though half of the people have no clue what's going on

you decide to take matter in your hands

and post this

with the caption ‘he's my boyfriend everyone :3’

the internet breaks

Sunghoon doesn't do his face reveal for a long time js bcz he doesn't feel like it yk

but when he does

good lord…

your fans love him

they also love how he glares at people who look at you the wrong way

you never notice that for some reason