#it's pretty tame actually

[nightvi3w]

scent.

feat. uni classmate!choso kamo x afab!reader. wc. 3.1k cw. mdni. includes dry humping, whiny loser choso, reader is a menace. not proofread because i can't stand this being a wip anymore. any and every interaction is much appreciated. ✨️

classmate!choso, who's always been your closest friend, even though he acts as if you annoy him just by smiling in his direction.

classmate!choso, who's the kindest soul you've ever met, sharing his warmth when it's cold by letting you wrap around his body, in skinship that feels as natural as breathing.

classmate!choso, who sometimes gets riled up when you take your skinship just a tad bit too far, when your legs over his lap get too close to his crotch. or when your face is too close to his delightfully warm neck, your cold breath tickling him, and testing his patience.

classmate!choso, who just takes deep breaths when you jump into his arms, wrapping your own around his shoulders. sometimes, your neediness was adorable. sometimes, it got on his nerves. did you understand what your actions provoked in him?

classmate!choso, who just lets you plan study sessions and movie afternoons with other of your close friends, playing hard to get, even though he fights the smile that creeps its way into his lips when you pout and grab his arm, trying to get him to surrender.

classmate!choso, who has to let his room be raided by a bunch of rowdy kids who don't want to study, but rather spend time laying around in the floor, in front of the TV, watching some god-forsaken anime.

classmate!choso, whose heart skips a beat when you're sitting on the sofa, and he's sitting on the floor, and you suddenly pet his hair, combing through his unkempt locks.

classmate!choso, who coughs in surprise when you relinquish your seat to sit by his side on the floor, warming up by his side, under the same blanket. and his right hand can't help but look for yours under the cover. and he's sweating bullets, his ears ring once he finds your soft left hand resting over your legs. and he grabs it. and you let him. and now, you're the one going crazy with that simple, hidden touch.

classmate!choso, who ends up paired up with you and another classmate for a group essay due next week. you want to get it over with, so you tell him to work on it during the weekend. you'll drop by his, and so should your classmate. however, it ends up just being the two of you, alone.

classmate!choso, who wholeheartedly hopes for the other classmate to come by, and even convinces you to go out and wait for them outside for a while, since you have enough time to work on the essay that day. but your classmate doesn't come, and you have to go back to choso's to finish your duty.

classmate!choso, who lets you in first and watches your hips swaying more than usual. the god-forsaken jeans you're wearing make it hard for him to focus on the task at hand, but the eye candy is very much appreciated. he lets you sprawl out on the sofa while he takes a seat by his desk, ready on the keyboard to start the essay. you talk it out, going over the theory and the research with ease. choso was trying really hard to focus on it. you, on the other hand… no, you had something else in mind.

it was driving you mad, this situation. you were going crazy, you had to be. there was no other explanation for the quick beating of your heart, for your trembling breath, for the obnoxious, not-entirely-unknown throbbing between your legs. because it was being caused by the man on the computer, right there, in front of you. your best friend, the guy who was usually nothing more than a great buddy. usually, a word sparingly used to try to ignore the budding feeling at the back of your head. but today, that wasn't the issue, no. no, today, you must be out of your goddamned mind.

You felt like an animal, a predator. The way your gaze lingered on his nape, the way his hair softly flowed with the breeze coming through a nearby window, the way his fingers typed efficiently and certainly.

were you ovulating or something? was it just the pent-up sexual frustration getting to you? was it the pinnacle of your accumulated desire over time? you really couldn't tell, but today, there was just something about choso…

you could almost feel the precision of his fingers on the keyboard somewhere around on your body. what wouldn't you give for that to be real. you could almost smell his stuffy breaths, as he huffed in frustration while going through more articles. God, just imagining his labored breathing under you, his brows knitted, the grip of his strong hands on your skin, almost bruising, not hard enough still…

A call of your name brought you back to reality. That reality was your essay, your friend, your best friend at that, who was just dying to just finish it soon. You were awful. You had to be because there was no way you were behaving like an unfed, rabid dog over someone like that. you couldn't just act like that. not with him. not with your best friend. but then again, had he always seemed so utterly delicious? Was that even the right word?

You made your way towards him, bending over a bit by his side, taking a closer look at the screen, reading over your work for the past hour. You were making the biggest effort to actually care for your homework, but really? choso's scent was driving you up the wall. so musky, that natural perfume that always calmed you down and made you feel at home. so enticing, so damn rich. you had to be losing your mind. You forced his body away with your own, making him share part of his seat with you, so you could actually read and contribute to your shared homework. While sharing a seat like that wasn't out of the ordinary for you both, it made every single hair of choso's to stand on end, extremely aware of you, existing so close beside him. Nothing out of the ordinary, but still, there was just something about that day and the way your hands lingered too close to his, the way your warmth was seeping into his side, the way your voice turned softer around the edges. You were absolutely driving him crazy. Unbeknownst to him, you were on a similar wavelength. Oh, the woes of young lust.

"That wasn't properly cited," your voice interrupted him for the eleventh time in the span of five minutes. If your voice wasn't as sweet, Choso would've lost his mind ages ago. "Prof is an ass when it comes to APA shit. Leave that to me, I'll do it later when I get home." It wasn't that it would take you too much time to correct it then and there, but you felt too lazy to stretch your arms out into the keyboard when you were so cozy by Choso's side, almost melting, wrapping yourself around him like an ivy as much as humanly possible. Again, nothing out of the ordinary, if it weren't for the wild strumming of your heart. You could swear that he could hear it. Could he? Was he just ignoring it to save you the embarrassment? You never knew with him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, right. I could just…" His fingers were working overtime, typing in record time while deleting the letters in the incorrect order, only to write them incorrectly again. What was wrong with him today? Couldn't he behave as nonchalant as he usually was? Where was all this flustered shit coming from?

"What is it with you today, Cho?" Velvety, warm whispers hit his neck. Tender, thrilling teasing reached his ears as he could feel your nose making its way through the side of his neck. "Can't focus or what?" Oh, you cheeky little thing. You were going to be the death of him. Choso cleared his throat while trying to make some distance from you, but you could notice the reddened tips of his ears, how the blush took over the apple of his cheeks. Oh, he had to try harder. You both usually were quick to draw a line between you two, whenever one of you was just too much for the other. He wasn't this time. You were getting to him, but he wasn't fighting you.

"N-no, n-not at all. C'mon, this is going to take ages. I don't need to focus, I just need you to sit still for a minute."

"I am, though."

"No, you're not. Be nice."

Oh, but you were being so nice. So, so nice. It was him not playing nice. You could see him growing jumpier by the second, swalling his spit with difficulty, trying to relax his hands every once in a while. Oh, you had gotten under his skin, most definitely. You decided to not be an asshole and actually listen to him. Carefully, you rested your head on his shoulder, watching the screen with a bored expression.

"I don't think we'll get this done by today."

"Do you doubt our abilities, woman?"

"It's just so boring. I hate citing obvious stuff. It's like finding sources to support you saying water is wet."

"Actually, water is…"

"God, don't be obtuse. You know what I mean."

"Me? Obtuse?"

Of course Choso wouldn't consider himself to be obtuse on purpose. Him not getting any innuendos or signs from you or your friends had nothing to do with it, not at all. How could he, right? You rolled your eyes and took over the keyboard for a while, as you talked through some more essays and papers that would support your assignment. But no matter how much you tried to completely lock in, there was a small screaming voice at the back of your mind, yelling for attention like an absolute whore, urging you to do something, whatever, just so you could get him against you ASAP. You had to cross your legs tightly, which proved to be very difficult given your seating position, half a buttcheek in a small seat with Choso, who still couldn't get rid of the blush on his face. You both could be so much more comfortable if you both just weren't such cowards.

"My fingers are cramping up. Take over, man."

"You're being so whiny today." He could call you almost any similar adjective and you wouldn't take it to heart, because he was right. The whiny curl in your voice was difficult to supress entirely, but you hoped it was, at least, easy to blame on your boring schedule. "You should've just let me take over it a long time ago. Could've gone home to rest if you needed."

"My, so eager to please, baby. And miss the opportunity to watch you being such a good boy? Not a chance," your voice overly sweet as you caressed his chest, barely dragging your fingertips through his pecs. Your words had a certain jokey lilt to them, it was more than obvious, so you weren't expecting a grand reaction, maybe besides a scuff and a slight jab to your ribs. You giggled, not because it was hilarous, but because getting under Choso's skin was some sort of national sport for you, so you rested your head dangerously close to his neck, your breath ricocheting in warm puffs. Choso had to supress a whine, unable to understand whatever could be the outcome of this situation. You'd never been as forward as this afternoon and he was trying his best not to take advantage of it because, what if? What if he actually did? Was this only a joke for you?

Actually, you didn't have much to work on now. Your parts of the essay had been awful to write, but the draft was mostly done, you had a bunch of references, and you were just missing your classmate's part. So, actually… What were you even doing still seated so close? Your nose insisting against his skin, inhaling his scent, drawing incoherent shapes against his delicate skin, while Choso debated still on what to do. Could he go for it? Was this a sign from you to take his chance? You were never going to be as close and as alone as you were today, mainly due to his own doing. How many times had he rejected your company, scared of what the outcome could be? It wasn't like you were going to do something he didn't wholeheartedly want. You wouldn't force your way into his arms because he always prepared to receive you, despite his humurous scowl.

So he took a leap of faith. He looked for your eyes, finding your faces merely milimeters away. Your breath went straight to his crotch. What had he been so scared of before? Choso closed the distance, forcely crushing his lips against yours in an insisting, passionate kiss that was so out of character for him, as well as the whine that he tried so hard not to let go of. God, you were so, so sweet, so warm, so damn hot against him. Your mouth fit perfectly against his, your lips receiving him with an eagerness he couldn't really register. It was you, your heat, your perfume, your softness. You were wrapping yourself around him minutes ago, but you were totally wrapped around his mind. He couldn't fathom anything better than this.

That was until a moan escaped your rosy, puffy lips, as you gasped for air, not letting go of him. Your arms were quickly around his shoulders, your hands in his locks, like he was tying you down to Earth. You had underestimated your need for his touch. Choso could lose it any second, as his arms slowly and surely wrapped around your torso. It wasn't enough, you still felt so far away…

But you shared his wavelength. You uncrossed your legs, and keeping one of your hands securely grabbing his thigh, you got up and sat on his lap, straddling him without a second thought. He short circuited and you couldn't hold a single thought in your mind if it hadn't had anything to do with feeling more of Choso. That's why, as soon as you straddled him, you moaned into his mouth.

"Are you sure?" He almost whimpered. Who was being whiny again?

"Mhm," you cut to the chase as you went back to full-on eating his face. This was it, this was what you needed. You needed to feel him everywhere around you, your lips crashing, his hands grabbing onto you like you were going to disapear, his legs slightly trembling as his crotch reacted to your weight on top of him. Even through your jeans, you could feel him, and you were just reeling. But still, a chant of more, more, more took over you. As you slowly angled your hips to grind yourself on Choso, you guided one of his hand towards your ass. Choso broke the kiss, stunned, a deer in headlights.

"B-but…"

"Yes, that's what it is."

The joke didn't land as he watched you as if you were dumb. Tough crowd.

"Are you sure of all this? I mean, we…" He couldn't really help it. Holding hands in the dark wasn't even near in the scale of things that were going on at the moment.

"Do you want it? This, I mean?" You asked surely, slightly backing off to give him space. While this caused some delicious friction that got to his head quickly, he closed his eyes to focus on what you really meant.

"Yes, I do. I want this." Oh, his whimpering voice. Seriously, he had to be doing it on purpose.

"I want it too. I wouldn't be here," another drag of your salacious hips for emphasis, "if I didn't want to. So…"

"Please." He pleaded, trying to place his wrists into your palms, desperate, a glint of despair in his eyes, like if you didn't comply, he'd fall into pieces right then and there. Such a power trip, it went straight to your head, bathing your body in the most intense, warm apetite. You needed more of this.

"Of course, baby."

Laboured breathing, the wet sounds of biting, desperate kisses. You could've swore this came straight from the fantasies you'd have time to time, when times were desperate and he looked just too good to be true. Too good to stay just as your best friend and confidant. But a best friend shouldn't be drowning in your mouth, shouldn't be grabbing at your hips to move you faster over his lap, squeezing your flesh through your jeans. A best friend shouldn't be quietly moaning with eyes squeezed shut, desperate for more of you, obsessed with your taste, your scent, the feel of your body, so right against his. And the more you moved on top of him, the closer and clearer your need became. You were going to cum from rubbing yourself on him. Like a crazed, touch-starved teen. Which you technically were, but that didn't mean a humiliating feel spread through your chest, as Choso began bucking up his hips into you. And that did it. One second later, you were a throbbing, mewling mess on his lap, kissing his neck with reverence and desperation, riding out a high you didn't know it'd be as strong. All from dry humping. Now, you were the blushing wreck, as you hid your face from him.

"You okay?" He asked in a rugged, hushed voice as he left slow, determined caresses on your hips and back, keeping you still and flush against him. God help you, he'd be your death.

"Peachy." The humoristic reply didn't really go with the needy, out of breath tone that left your trembling lips. You gulped. Riling him up was a fun past time, something that had become a second nature to your weird, convoluted relationship. But you hadn't stopped to think just how much that actually was affecting you just as much. As if teasing him didn't make your heart grow warmer at the thought of him. As if seeing your best friend all blushed and unfocused didn't make you hold your breath.

"…wanna move to the bed?"

His follow-up question made you freeze. You slowly peeled away from his embrace, just to take one look at his face, now wondering if he was up to mess with you like that. But the only thing you could see in his hazel eyes was molten desire, blown out pupils. A half-lidded gaze you never thought would be directed at you. And you loved it. You gave him one small nod before he took you in his arms once again. As always, you wouldn't force your way into his hold because he always prepared to receive you.

[celerydays]

🫴 have this lil cropped sketch as i am probably gonna be a bit quiet once again – just for the rest of this week due to deadlines, work, and a spot of social plans that don't leave a lot of room for working on personal stuff ✨

bonus – showing my Seb sketches to my non-HL bestie:

[fandomfairyuniverse]

Pit babe truly is That Show like the cast?? phenomenal. The characters?? excellent. The romance?? amazing. The found family?? perfection. The plot that is absolutely bonkers and also makes you cry on multiple occasions?? 10/10. It has it all

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 2 - Nobodies

[meganechan05]

KingOh What-If:

Grodie was (somehow) Rita's biological father. (Episode 38 Edition)

After reclaiming Gokkan:

Note: Rita did not know Grodie was their bio dad until a week before his debut nor did their bio mom. Dugded kept insisting on them to call Grodie "Papa" or "Daddy" after the reveal but Rita would rather eat rusty nails than do that. They only did so for undercover work and Himeno had to bring them a fck ton of cake bc the sweetness could offset the disgusting aftertaste.

[angelsdean]

seeing dean takes i disagree with: no, no, no, no, no, no, no. oh, mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia, let me go (let me gooooooo)

[joonebugg]

I was born to be a tumblr user tbh. I had to happen eventually

[mumblesplash]

the fact that doctors can just Recommend Weight Loss with no instructions beyond ‘eat healthier/less’ is actually insane to me, i lost weight on purpose ONCE and it took me like 6 years to recover a semi-normal relationship with food and hunger

[gatorlovebot]

nsfw. mdni. just a snippet from my daily daydreams. ghoap x reader where simon and johnny are both mechanics. this is mostly just simon x reader though. heed the content warnings before reading.

cw: light piss play.

“finally got the heat in the truck fixed.” simon announced in lieu of a greeting as he stuck his head in your bedroom. he had been downstairs working on his truck in the shop since after dinner, leaving you upstairs alone. you felt bad not going with him to keep him company, but the shop gets too cold at night and simon ignores your pleas to turn he heat up for you.

you had curled yourself up in bed in a little nest to pass the time, waiting for them to come back to you for the night. you knew it wouldn’t have taken him long to fix the radiator in the truck, but you expected johnny home later into the night, out at the bar with his biker buddies.

“good job,” you praised from your spot on the bed, reaching down to pause your show on your laptop.

“wanna go for a ride?” johnny is much more social than either of you, so the two of you started taking late night drives in simon’s old truck on the nights johnny was out. it started with you sitting up against the passenger window, watching the fall colors under the glow from street lights. over time you made your way over to simon though, sitting in the middle seat of the bench, pressing yourself into his side, one of his big arms wrapped around you to keep you warm in the winter chill. you hadn’t been able to go for a drive in a few days with the heat being out, but you slide out from your little nest, feeling a buzz of energy at the prospect of quiet, alone time with simon.

you bundle yourself up in your boots and your jacket before making your way downstairs to the shop where simon is waiting for you in the truck. delicious heat envelopes you as soon as you open the door. a comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you make yourself comfortable against his side.

he pulls out of the garage and starts making familiar loops around the neighborhood. you take in the colorful chirstmas lights of the homes against the frost of the windows before simon starts turning onto back roads, leading you out of the city and onto tree lined dirt roads. he drives down and then pulls off into a clearing before turning to you for approval.

you take a quick glance around, not noticing any other cars or homes back in the tree line. “yeah, this is good.” you declare and then he’s opening up the driver’s side door and pulling you out with him. your boots crunch against the snowy ground as he opens the door to the back of the truck cab, guiding you in.

your knees have barely hit the cushions of the back seat before he’s on you. he’s like an animal, pawing at your jacket until he shucks it off of you and throws it to the floor and then he’s pulling your pants down to your bent knees, plastering himself to your back. he sucks bruises along your spine before roughly grabbing one cheek in each hand, pulling you a part, glistening cunt on display.

“si, it’s cold.” you whine, he’s still standing outside of the truck, door wide open allowing the freezing air to lick at your exposed skin. he huffs and grumbles, pushing your forward until your cheek rests against the back window when you hear the door slam shut and all you can feel is his big body around you. it’s in moments like these where you can’t help but shut your brain off as he pushes his cock into your aching cunt.

he’s like an animal, nails biting against your skin, thrusts pounding, groping just a little too hard at your plushness. but when he scrambles one of his big paws for hands against your clit you can't help but cry out at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. the friction of his calloused fingertips is perfect and the pressure makes you keen as you cream and pulse against his cock, milking his seed against your walls.

he settles against the seats, huffing out big breaths, as he pulls you against him. his touch is softer as he strokes his hands against your trembling body as you both come down from your highs.

eventually you untangle yourselves from each other, you put your coat back and your pants back from where they got twisted around your knees. you exit the cab through the back passenger door, simon going through the back driver’s side door. before you reach for the passenger door to get back in the front you come to an annoying realization. you let out a frustrated sigh.

“what?” simon questions, hand on the driver’s side door handle.

you think for a moment, knowing that you guys were miles in the woods and it would probably be another 20 minutes until you were back in the city. “i gotta pee,” you huff, “do you have a napkin or something in the truck?”

and when you turn to look at him all you get back is silence, he’s just looking at you over the other side of the hood of the truck. instead of asking again you just kneel down, pulling your pants back down around your knees. you grumble to yourself about how he can be such a weirdo sometimes before gathering the crotch of your pants in your hand so as to not get them wet. the cold air nips at your exposed thighs as you finally relax and try not to get your boots wet with your stream.

once finished you awkwardly try to shake your hips to dry yourself off. you straighten yourself back out, “simon-” before you can ask again about a napkin, he’s on you again. strong arm holding you against the truck door before squatting in front of you.

he surges forward, mouth on your dripping pussy before you can get another word out, his tongue dips between your folds, lapping up the mixture of your juices, his cum, and your piss. he sucks at your throbbing clit hard before pulling away entirely. he stands back up to his full height, wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve. “all better.” he declares, gathering your pants back up and pulling them over your hips.

you feel dazed as he opens the door and herds you into the truck, getting you situated in the middle seat and even going as far as pulling the seatbelt across your lap and buckling you in. he shuts the door and you’re in awe as you watch him walk over to the driver’s side. most people would find it gross, what he had just done, but you were amazed by the intimacy of it all.

johnny would be so jealous of the both of you.

[duckapus]

So in the Self-Help Hotline AU I'm starting with just seven Ashes, eight when you include the central Ash who's just starting out. I'll probably add a few at certain milestones (definitely when he goes to a new region (including the Orange Islands that totally counts) possibly after movies and similar Big Legendary-Related Disasters but I'm undecided there). Arceus gave them all nicknames because otherwise it'd start with the chat filled with nothing but "Ash Ketchum" and it'd be impossible to tell who's talking.

Mini-Me: The central Ash who just got a Pikachu who hates him but is technically giving him a chance (you really think he couldn't have just ran away whenever, even during the fishing line bit?) and left Palette Town on the Pokemon Journey of a lifetime. An arrogant, overconfident little dumbass elementary-schooler with a heart of gold who constantly switches between having an ego nearly as big as Gary's and having no self-esteem whatsoever with no in-between.

O.G.A. / TheLlamasErrandBoy: The Ash from the end of the main timeline (or at least a timeline so extremely close to it that it's functionally the main timeline), with all the character development and Trauma that entails. Arceus gave him Admin Privileges and Dipped after explaining what the chat was made for so he's allowed to change nicknames and immediately abuses that power to roast The Original One Itself.

QueenOfTheWorld: Ashley Ketchum. She had a few Realizations during the stuff in Celadon so she's transfem. Her Journey had the fewest differences from the Main Timeline of the six AU Ashes since being a girl didn't change that much about her life.

L.G.M.: The version from my Invader Ash AU. By now he's aware that his mission wasn't what he thought it was and is fine with being Earth's hero instead of its ruler. He's still morally a very dark grey and kind of crazy though. He is still an Irken and still loyal to the Empire (particularly Tallest Delia) after all.

Aaron Jr: an Ash from a world where the Aura Guardians never faded into obscurity and he received formal training from a young age. Insists that he doesn't count as a child soldier since he stumbled across disasters on his journey for Chosen One Reasons just like the other Ashes did rather than the Order deliberately sending him to solve those problems. Actually the fact that this literal child keeps ending up in so much danger despite their best efforts is one of the Order's biggest headaches. The fact that he's so good at dealing with it (and is one of the most powerful Guardians in decades) only eases their worries a little.

Spooky: A version of Ash who succumbed to the injuries and exhaustion he sustained during the Spearow chase and became a Misdreavus due to a hasty halfway-too-late resurrection attempt from Ho-Oh. He's currently a Mismagius, a master illusionist, the World Monarch just like most of the other Ashes, and has long since come to terms with his death and species change. He does still have a vengeful hatred (and slight fear) of the Spearow line, but can you really blame him?

MyJobIsBeach: An Ash who stayed in Alola to help fully establish the League after becoming the Champion. He did technically go through the plot of Journeys but instead of being a research assistant he just kept running into Goh and Chloe while working his way through the World Coronation Series. He is still friends with them but not quite as close as in most timelines.

DoTheMario!: An Ash who's somewhat more familiar with the Multiverse than the others because his world is permanently linked with a version of the Mushroom Kingdom following a recent adventure. As in, he just finished dealing with the related Big Disaster and stabilizing the connection (since for Complicated Space-Time-Continuum-Could-Get-Torn-Apart reasons they couldn't sever the connection) a couple weeks before the chat got made. Since the point of divergence was so recent (and post-series) he's the second closest to the Main Timeline out of the starting lineup after Ashley.

[skyrim-forever]

Besties I’m having a self-indulgent fanfic idea and I’m trying to talk myself out of it because I feel like it’s cringe 😭

Help

[worstloki]

Loki probably thinks he’s good at holding grudges, but really he’s so bad at holding grudges he can barely do it at all and I don’t think the fandom revolves that in our minds enough. Like when Thor leaves him getting shock-tortured and 2 hours later he pops up and doesn’t even bring it up, just worries about Thor’s eye and saves the day by accepting the resurrect-Surtur-suicide-mission.

Loki: I’m so so good at holding grudges. I stand up for myself. I don’t forgive and never forget. I am getting a good grade in vengeance. I’m getting revenge right now this very instance!!

Thor: you’re monologuing again

Loki: MALEVOLENT MONOLOGUE OF GRUDGE-HOLDING!!

[pttucker]

Yup, the match-making system of had definitely lost a lot of its marbles, hadn't it? Before the face of the third candidate could appear, I summoned up all my courage and shouted out. "No, hang on a minute! I don't have any thoughts of marriage yet!" The Judge lowered his head as if he wanted to apologise and backed off. [If the esteemed Prince isn't ready yet, then the introduction of the next candidate can be delayed until the next time…] [Hmm… I wonder who'll be able to tame this stubborn Prince of ours.]

*SCREAMING*

We all agree on who was about to show up as the third option, right? We all know who it was gonna be? Right?

Oh man, I just about fell out of my chair and rolled around on the floor when the Candidates started to appear. I know everyone in the entire Star Stream seems to love their shipping, Uriel and Persephone in particular, but I WAS NOT PREPARED.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Okay, I was maybe a little prepared for some teasing since Persephone loves to tease him about his (so far nonexistent) love life but this whole little matchmaking presentation from a Judge of the Underworld was more than I could have ever imagined. The Judge literally saying that maybe Sangah is out of Dokja's league adakjfldjfskfs.

And let's not forget, we're literally right in the middle of a massive battle that's about to go sideways due to the meddling of a certain archangel. But, you know, priorities.

I swear...what even is this novel? How am I ever gonna explain any of this to anyone?

Oh man, and then after teasing him all this time about Sangah and Joonghyuk (…and then Joonghyuk again…) Persephone just casually drops Bihyung into the conversation.

Bihyung.

Which… not a ship I’ve ever considered... even if they do have a baby together. (Wow, this story is weird isn’t it?)

But, you know what? You do you, Dokja! I support your strange but unique life choices!

(Dokja does not want this. Dokja does not want any of this.)

[moonchild-in-blue]

"Darya, why do you use so many emojis when talking?"

This is why:

translation for those two bits in the alt text

This is a typical conversation between me and my sister. We're two adults who never really stopped playing dolls 👯‍♀️

[likeofthesame]

It’s a lovely summer day 🍋

[stargazingezekiel]

I didn't know bro was chill like that

[this is actually my own video]