#its been a bit since ive went on about this but i dont actually hate koutarou

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i made a keychain of Koyuki a while back and hes like just long enough to cover Kotaro, so thus, Kotaro hate arc continues.

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hey cutie pie !! ive literally been obsessed with ur writing and re-reading ur george clarke fic 🤭. i was wondering if u could make a george clarke fic about reader being highschool sweethearts with him ( i dont know where id want it to go its completely up to you, ive just seen soso many photos of younger george in school and hes so cutesy and yum ) anyway bye bye xx

Sweetheart || George Clarke.

Part 1

Ur honestly so cute, I need to start re-reading my drafts and publishing them.. currently have inside ep 1,2 in my drafts rn😩 BUT THANK YOU CUTIE!! Hope you like this 😊

Summary: She’s the school’s star cheerleader, and he’s the cocky rugby player who drives her up the wall. They’ve been at each other’s throats for as long as they can remember petty arguments, competitive banter, stolen glances that last too long.

But when Charlie, one of George’s teammates, starts flirting a little too shamelessly, the rivalry between them shifts into something sharper, more personal. Because George hates it—hates the way Charlie talks about her, the way he looks at her.

And one day, he snaps.

George x reader, fem!reader , explicit language

There most definitely will be a part 2 to this!!

ENJOY!!

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If there was one person in the entire school who could ruin my day in under five seconds, it was George Clarkey.

And unfortunately, he seemed to be everywhere.

“You’re glaring again,” my best friend, Liv, pointed out, nudging me with her elbow.

I tore my eyes away from the rugby pitch, where George was currently jogging back to his position, annoyingly smug even while covered in mud. His school rugby shirt was practically clinging to him, damp from the drizzle, and his curls were messy from where he kept ruffling them.

Not that I noticed. Obviously.

“I’m not glaring,” I said, flipping my ponytail over my shoulder. “I’m just… observing.”

Liv snorted. “Right. Observing how fit he looks?”

I turned to her, horrified. “Absolutely not. He’s—ugh insufferable. Cocky, irritating, never stops talking. Did I mention cocky?”

“Only about a hundred times.”

And, as if on cue, George spotted me from across the field. A slow smirk spread across his face, like he knew he was annoying me just by existing.

He jogged a bit closer and called out, loud enough for everyone to hear, “You here to support me, sweetheart?”

I clenched my jaw, ignoring the way my stomach flipped at that ridiculous nickname.

“Please,” I shot back, hands on my hips. “If I wanted to watch someone roll around in the mud, I’d get a dog.”

His teammates howled with laughter, clapping him on the back. But George? He just grinned, jogging backwards like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“You’re obsessed with me, admit it!”

“In your dreams, Clarkey!”

The thing about George was that he thrived on winding me up. Which meant I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that, no matter how annoying he was..he also made my heart race in a way that I hated.

George and I had been at each other’s throats since Year 9. It started when he made a very loud, very wrong comment about how cheerleading wasn’t a real sport. I may have responded by stealing his boots before a big match. He retaliated by swapping my water bottle with vinegar during training.

From there, it spiralled. Pranks, insults, who can annoy the other the most. It was our thing.

So when we walked into history the next day and the teacher started reading out partner assignments for our coursework, I wasn’t worried. There was no way she’d put me with George. She knew we were a disaster waiting to happen.

But then—

“George Clarkey and [ ].”

The entire room went silent.

Someone actually gasped.

I blinked. “You’re joking.”

George, sitting two seats away, let out a low whistle. “Ooh. That’s unfortunate for you, sweetheart.”

The teacher ignored both of us. “You’ll be working together on this project for the next few weeks, so I suggest you figure out a way to get along.”

I turned to George, who was already watching me with that bloody smirk. “You better actually do work,” I muttered as I slid into the seat next to him.

He leaned in slightly, voice low enough that only I could hear. “What, scared to spend time with me?”

My breath hitched annoyingly but I masked it with an unimpressed look. “Scared you’ll get shown up by me, more like.”

His grin deepened, all challenge and amusement. “This is gonna be fun.”

I had a horrible feeling he was right.

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I hated being partnered with George. I really did.

But if there was one small silver lining to this absolute disaster of a situation, it was that his best mate, Charlie, was actually a decent person.

Charlie was in my maths class, and we’d always gotten along well enough. Unlike George, he wasn’t constantly winding me up or trying to make my life miserable. And, unlike George, he didn’t seem to think cheerleading was a joke.

“You’re well unlucky,” Charlie said with a sympathetic smile as we walked out of class together. “Being stuck with Clarkey, I mean. Absolute nightmare, that one.”

I snorted. “Tell me about it.”

He grinned. “If you need someone to rant to, I’m happy to volunteer.”

And then, before I could even respond, George appeared out of nowhere, stepping right between us like some sort of human barricade.

“Alright, mate?” George clapped Charlie on the back a bit too hard. “Didn’t know you were trying to steal my project partner.”

Charlie laughed, glancing at me. “She’s your problem now, not mine.”

George turned to me, eyebrows raised. “That true, sweetheart? You going round complaining about me already?”

I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t have to. Everyone already knows you’re unbearable.”

He smirked. “And yet, here you are, walking with my mate. What, trying to get closer to me through him?”

Charlie shot him a look. “Don’t be a nob, Clarkey.”

George laughed like he wasn’t being completely insufferable, but something flickered in his expression something I couldn’t quite place.

I ignored it. Instead, I turned to Charlie and smiled. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

His face lit up in a way that made something twist in my stomach.

I wasn’t oblivious I’d noticed the way Charlie looked at me lately. The way he found excuses to talk to me, to sit next to me in class. And, if I was honest, I liked the attention.

It wasn’t like that but it was nice. Unlike George, who lived to annoy me, Charlie was easy to talk to.

Apparently, George hated that.

Because as soon as Charlie walked off, he let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his damp curls. “Fucking hell. If I have to watch him flirt with you for the next few weeks, I might actually lose my mind.”

I crossed my arms, tilting my head. “What’s your problem?”

He scoffed. “Charlie never shuts up about you. It’s pathetic.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you can flirt with half the school, but the second someone likes me, it’s a problem?”

His jaw clenched. “I don’t flirt with everyone.”

I let out a humourless laugh. “Right. You just call everyone ‘sweetheart’ and wink at anything that moves.”

George’s smirk twitched slightly, but there was something else behind it now, something a little more serious.

“You jealous, love?” His voice was lower now, teasing, but not in his usual careless way.

I stared at him. “Of what?”

He stepped closer. Not enough to be obvious, not enough to draw attention, but enough. Enough that I caught the scent of his aftershave, enough that my pulse betrayed me completely.

“Of them,” he murmured. “The girls I flirt with.”

I refused to let him get to me. Refused to let him know that my brain was currently short circuiting from the way he was looking at me.

So I forced a smirk, tilting my head up defiantly. “Not even a little bit.”

Lie. Massive, massive lie.

But George just hummed, stepping back with a knowing glint in his eyes. “If you say so, sweetheart.”

And then he was walking off, leaving me standing there, heart hammering, absolutely furious that he could still get under my skin like that.

But come to think of it, I wasn’t encouraging Charlie. Not really.

But I also wasn’t stopping him.

Because, if nothing else, watching George Clarkey’s jaw clench every time Charlie spoke to me was quickly becoming one of my new favourite things.

“Here, let me carry that for you,” Charlie offered, reaching for my books as we walked out of the library.

I raised an eyebrow. “I can carry my own books, you know.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I’m trying to be chivalrous.”

I rolled my eyes but let him take them anyway. “What a gentleman.”

Charlie was easy to be around. He was funny, charming, and unlike George he didn’t actively make it his mission to wind me up constantly.

Which is exactly why I shouldn’t have been even remotely surprised when George appeared out of nowhere, stepping directly between us like a human roadblock.

“Oi, Charlie,” he said, completely ignoring me. “Didn’t know you’d started a new career as a personal assistant.”

Charlie let out a short laugh. “It’s called being nice, Clarkey. You should try it sometime.”

George’s gaze snapped to me, sharp and unreadable. “Think she can manage carrying her own books, though.”

Charlie shrugged. “Yeah, but I offered.”

George let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck like he was physically restraining himself from saying something stupid. Which was rare for him, considering he never shut up.

“Whatever,” he muttered, finally turning to me. “You ready for this project thing or what?”

I gave him a look. “You mean the thing you were ten minutes late for?”

He smirked. “Took my time. Knew you’d still be here flirting with Charlie, anyway.”

I scoffed, ignoring the way my face betrayed me completely by heating up. “I was not—”

“Anyway,” Charlie cut in, clearing his throat. He handed my books back, giving me a quick smile. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah, see you.”

The second he was gone, George let out a short, irritated breath.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath. “You really like entertaining him, don’t you?”

I turned to him, crossing my arms. “And what exactly is your problem with that?”

He scoffed. “No problem.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Right. That’s why you keep glaring at him like he’s personally offended you.”

George rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “He’s just—” He paused, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

But now I was curious. I stepped forward, tilting my head. “He’s just what?”

George exhaled sharply, muttering something under his breath before meeting my gaze again. “He’s a mate, alright? And I know for a fact that if he actually asked you out, it wouldn’t just be some little flirt for him.”

I frowned. “And what if he did ask me out?”

George went completely still.

I almost laughed at the look on his face like the thought had genuinely never occurred to him before. Like he hadn’t actually considered the possibility that I might actually say yes.

Then his jaw tensed.

“You wouldn’t,” he said simply.

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

George met my gaze, something unreadable flickering behind his usual cocky, irritating expression.

Then he smirked, leaning in slightly just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Because,” he murmured, “you’d get bored of him in about a week.”

My stomach flipped. Stupid. So stupid.

I straightened my shoulders, forcing a scoff. “And you think I wouldn’t get bored of you?”

George’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said smoothly. “You’d never get bored of me.”

My heart was pounding now, and I hated him for it. Hated the way he could do this push my buttons, wind me up, and still make my stomach do stupid, ridiculous flips all at once.

So I forced a smile. A sweet, fake, infuriatingly polite smile.

“Watch me.”

Then I turned and walked off, knowing full well that George Clarkey was still watching me the entire way.

And, if I wasn’t completely losing my mind, I think I just made things even worse.

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At first, it was just light teasing compliments here, cheeky comments there. And I didn’t mind it. In fact, I enjoyed it. Not because I fancied him, but because of the way George absolutely lost his mind every time Charlie so much as looked at me.

But lately, it had shifted.

Charlie had started getting… bolder. The lingering touches, the low murmurs when no one else was listening. And while I’d brushed it off at first, something about it felt off.

I just hadn’t realised how off until I overheard exactly what he was saying about me.

The changing room was loud with the usual post-training banter—laughter, the sound of boots being tossed aside, the occasional thud of someone slamming a locker shut. Charlie was in the middle of a story, half-dressed, stretching out his sore muscles.

Then her name came up.

A few heads turned, but no one stopped him. Charlie had been talking about her a lot lately—more than usual. Flirting with her in the corridors, finding excuses to be around her. But today, there was a different edge to his words.

A low chuckle. “Mate, I swear, the things I’d do to her…”

George stilled.

“Bet she’s a little tease in private, all attitude in public but proper desperate behind closed doors.”

Someone snorted. Someone else muttered, “Behave, mate.” But no one stopped him.

“I’d have her screaming my name by the end of the night.”

The sound of boots hitting the floor, a sharp inhale—then a sudden, violent slam.

Charlie’s back hit the lockers with a heavy thud.

The room went silent.

George stood in front of him, fists clenched, jaw tight, eyes burning with something dangerous.

“Shut your f**king mouth, Charlie.”

A stunned pause. Then, Charlie let out a short, breathless laugh. “The f**k, Clarkey?”

George didn’t move. Didn’t blink. “Say that again. I f**king dare you.”

Charlie’s smirk flickered, like he couldn’t decide whether to be pissed off or amused. “Oh, come on. It’s just banter.”

“Banter?” The word came out slow, sharp.

Charlie scoffed. “Don’t tell me you care. It’s not like she’s yours.”

The tension in the room snapped, thick enough to choke on.

Every muscle in George’s body was drawn tight, like he was barely holding himself back. A challenge hung in the air, unspoken but blistering.

Then, movement in the doorway.

Her voice.

“George?”

Everything stopped.

Heads turned. A few of the boys suddenly found something very interesting about their boots.

She stood in the entrance, eyes locked on George, gaze flicking between him and Charlie. Something shifted in her expression—realisation, understanding.

And then, without a word, she walked past Charlie like he wasn’t even there.

Straight to George.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist. A small but deliberate touch.

No one spoke.

Charlie let out a breath, muttering something under his breath, but no one laughed this time.

A moment passed.

Then she tugged George towards the door, and he let her.

The second they were gone, the silence broke.

“Mate, what the f**k was that?” someone muttered.

No one had an answer. But everyone knew. Something had just changed.

The walk from the changing room was silent.

She hadn’t let go of his wrist. Not until they were outside, away from the laughter, the echo of boots against the floor, the lingering weight of what just happened.

When she finally did, George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp curls. His whole body was still wired with anger, every muscle tense.

She watched him carefully, arms crossed. “What the hell was that?”

George let out a sharp, humourless laugh, looking away. “You heard what that dickhead was saying.”

“Yeah, I did,” she shot back. “But why do you care so much?”

That question hit him like a punch to the gut.

His jaw clenched. “Are you fucking serious?”

She stepped closer, voice low. “Yes, George. I’m serious. You’ve been acting like a complete lunatic every time Charlie so much as looks at me. And now you’re starting fights in the changing room? What is your problem?”

George scoffed, shaking his head. “My problem? My problem is that he talks about you like you’re some fucking thing to win.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away.

George huffed out another breath, stepping back. “Forget it. You clearly don’t care.”

A beat of silence. Then..

“You think I don’t care?”

Her voice was quiet, but something in it made him pause.

He turned back, and—fuck

She wasn’t just angry. She was hurt.

Something twisted in his chest, hard and sudden.

She shook her head, looking at him like she was finally seeing it. “You don’t get to stand there and act like you’re the only one who’s pissed off, George. You think I liked hearing him say that? You think I liked knowing you were about to..” She stopped herself, inhaling sharply. “I don’t need you fighting my battles for me.”

George let out a slow breath, dragging a hand over his face. “I wasn’t—” He stopped. Swallowed. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No shit,” she muttered.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

A gust of wind blew past, the only sound between them. The usual noise of the school a distant shout from the pitch, the sound of doors slamming felt muffled, like they were in their own space, locked in this moment neither of them knew how to get out of.

George exhaled. “Look.” His voice came out quieter than before, rough around the edges. “I just” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

She hated when he did that started a sentence, then shut it down like it didn’t matter.

So she stepped forward, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Say it.”

His jaw ticked. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Say it, George.”

And that was it. That was the breaking point.

Because before he could stop himself, the words spilled out, raw and reckless

“Of course it fucking matters!”

Her breath caught.

George shoved a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I hate it. I hate watching him flirt with you. I hate the way he talks about you. I hate” He stopped, shaking his head. “I hate that you don’t fucking see it.”

Silence.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “See what?”

George let out a harsh laugh, bitter and frustrated, because seriously?

He stepped closer. Not like before not teasing, not playful. This was something different. Something that made the air between them feel thick, heavy, electric.

“Jesus Christ.” His voice was lower now, rough. “You, sweetheart. You think I’ve been acting like this for fun? You think I don’t care?” His breath was uneven, and he hated it. Hated that she could do this to him. “I care too fucking much, and it’s ruining me.”

The words hung there, unshakable.

She didn’t move. Didn’t say a word.

Then slowly, carefully she reached for his wrist.

Soft, hesitant.

And George who was always so loud, so sure, so quick with a comeback went completely, utterly still.

Something in his chest tightened.

Her fingers curled slightly, just enough to keep him there. Not pulling, not pushing. Just holding on.

And George?

George let her.

Because he was done fighting it.

The weight of George’s words still hung in the air, thick and impossible to ignore.

“I care too fucking much, and it’s ruining me.”

She hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. Just stood there, fingers still wrapped around his wrist soft, hesitant, deliberate.

George didn’t breathe. Didn’t dare.

Because if he did, if he let himself feel this properly, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop.

She looked at him then, really looked at him, and it was too much the way her gaze softened, the way she was holding onto him like she finally understood.

“George,” she said, voice quieter now, like the fight had drained out of her.

And it wrecked him.

Because he’d spent so long pretending acting like none of this mattered, like she wasn’t under his skin in ways that no one else had ever been.

But now?

Now she was so close.

And he couldn’t pretend anymore.

His free hand lifted without thinking, fingers brushing against her jaw, tentative, testing giving her a chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

If anything, she leaned into it.

Something inside him snapped.

Before either of them could talk themselves out of it, he tilted his head and closed the space between them, pressing his lips against hers.

Soft at first hesitant, searching but then she made a small, breathless sound against his mouth, and it sent something crashing through him.

His hands moved, gripping her waist, pulling her closer, like he was making up for every second he’d wasted pushing her away.

She kissed him back like she’d been waiting for this just as long, fingers twisting in his hoodie, holding him there, like she needed this too.

And God, he was gone for her. Completely, helplessly gone.

When they finally pulled apart, their breathing was uneven, faces still close.

Her fingers were still curled into his hoodie. His hands were still on her waist.

And George who had always been so cocky, so sure of himself could barely get his voice to work.

“Sweetheart…” His forehead rested against hers, voice rough, breathless. “Tell me I haven’t just completely fucked this up.”

A small, mischievous smile tugged at her lips.

“You think I’d kiss you like that if you had?”

George huffed out a laugh, shaking his head, thumb tracing absent circles on her hip.

“You’re a tease,” he murmured.

She grinned. “And you love it.”

He did.

And for once, he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

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i recommend watching connors video its really well done i think he went into the topic in a wonderful manner. he goes into the timeline of everything, explaining vtubers, mouseys primary immune deficiency, and all that context that i think people tend to gloss over.

connor even goes into showing examples of the hate mousey has gotten on platforms like tiktok. which sorta illustrate the overall picture of what mousey has had to consistently deal with. i think one of the moments for me when i realized how bad the hate had gotten was during the subathon where everyday people would come into mouseys chat to say something hateful. everyday. to the point where mousey would have to address these comments and specifically told her community, hey i know seeing hate sparks the reaction of wanting to comment back but dont. and if you truly feel the need to then simply reply donate plasma. saying this while facing some of the most malicious hate ive ever seen. still she would rather try to spread some positivity and awareness by saying to donate plasma rather than trying to shit on other creators communities which is a level of maturity i fucking admire. and i think in this period of the internet we dont see all too often. in the video connor actually shows examples of these chat messages from a 85 PAGE LONG DOCUMENT. fucking bizarre. and yet i still remember during that subathon era seeing people say she wasn’t getting hated on at all and that her fans were exaggerating.

what i really appreciate is connor even making this video on this cause as someone who watches ironmouse consistently and watched the entire subathon and all their streams together this is a topic that mousey is very vocal on with her chat and she talks a lot about this to connor. and he’s always been very sympathetic and there to defend her so it’s cool to see him constantly have her back and vtubers as a whole since hes so intertwined with these communities despite them not being his community per say. connor bluntly stating in the video, “yes you got me. this is a video about me defending my friend 100%. i’m not even trying to hide that. but i also just want to bring a tiny bit of attention to the level of normalized hate that is for some reason acceptable.” is awesome. and a video like this hopefully can inform others and make people realize that the level of hate thats accepted on the internet nowadays is wild. and i need this to be clear mousey has spoken about this hate train she’s been enduring a numerous amount of times and it doesnt get seen as much. but she has spoken about it and what she sees and gets told privately on a daily basis. from her own words the hate just gets more intense as time goes by. and it sucks that shes such a kind creator who has to deal with it just cause shes.. a vtuber.

in short. never send hate to anyone. be kind. watch more vtubers theyre fucking talented and great content creators. fuck what anyone else says about them.

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a night to remember

[ song inspo ! ] a night to remember by laufey, beabadoobee

[ author’s note ! ] ive been waiting for AGES to write something borderline psychological/lucid dream-y so HERE YALL GO tbh im proud of this one & u got to see how my brain works on a daily basis (chaos :3)

[ req ! ] yes, here by @slytherinshua <3 hope u like it since i knda went off track teehee

[ summary ! ] riwoo isnt sure which reality is real. or, is there even one sigle reality - are you his? or are you his dream?

[ extras ! ] can be read as both non idol / idol riwoo; ansgty if u look at it, kind of an open ending. its kind of like a puzzle but i dont wanna spoil it - and also, do let me know ur theories hehe<3

[ word count ! ] 1702

[ net ! ] @onedoornet

sanghyeok entered the cafe, headphones playing his recent favorite music. he sat down at his usual spot, in the corner of the room. that way he always had a view for the whole place.

his routine was always the same: order, busy himself until you come in. you either talk or ignore him and then… right. then what? then sanghyeok kind of blacks out, he can never remember how he got home so late.

therefore, he’s stirring his vanilla latte and counting the navy colored sprinkles on his donut. it clearly wasn’t fresh – and naturally, bought from a store. he abhorred this cafe. the sweets were usually old and hard as a rock and their coffee was bitter, too watery for his liking. actually, he hated coffee.

but yet, somehow, he was always here.

he was always here ordering this awful food and horrendous coffee (hell, even their lemonade tastes like water from washing machine after cleaning it with lemon soap). waiting for you. just to look at him. to chat with him.

to kiss him.

“hyeok!”

his eyes shot up and met yours, scrunched in a smile. he straightened his back and waved at you, signaling you to sit down.

but you came up to him and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek. due to your close proximity he took a deep breath to enjoy your scent. you always smelled like fresh laundry, almost like his pillows and duvets.

“how are you?” you hummed sweetly, voice far more sugary than the donut he ordered. sitting in front of him, you didn’t wait for his answer.

sanghyeok just nodded with a grin, heart easing. you came, after all. your melodic voice started gradually transitioning into an unpleasant ringing in his ears.

riwoo opened his eyes, body jolting forward. he fell asleep.

shaking his head, he blinked away the remains of sleep. reattaching the hand from his chin that he used to prop himself, he felt sore. staying too long in the same position again, he looked around.

the cafe was almost empty. a couple of people he could swear he had seen before and some employees.

riwoo looked at his non-touched order, coffee cold and the foam completely dissolved.

with a heavy sigh he packed his belongings and put his earphones in, heading home.

empty streets were soaked with darkness, only occasional street lamps guiding him home. there and here shadows of passing people followed him, some of them morphing into various shapes rather than being human alike.

he finally slipped back home, too tired and devastated to change into pyjamas.

falling with his headphones on the bed, breathing in the scent of his bed, he–

“hyeok, are you even listening?” your voice hugged him, surrounding all his senses, in a slightly choking hold.

“yes, yes. i just– i missed you” he grinned and felt your hand on his back, rubbing it in a reassuring motion.

“you’re so cute, always daydreaming about me even when i’m next to you” you whispered into his ear.

sanghyeok faced you, something in your eye reminding him of somebody he used to know.

“wait, excuse me. what’s your name, again?”

for a split second your face morphed into fear.

“l/n y/n, silly. i’m your partner” you cocked your head, furrowing your brows a bit “you seem distracted today”

“i just… i thought i was dreaming” he mumbled. something about your touch was unclear, slightly blurry. but maybe he was just making things up.

“i can tell. let me order you another coffee. your macchiato already went cold” you hummed and pressed a tender kiss onto his lips. your comforting scent filled his nostrils.

“right” sanghyeok nodded, zoning out and looking at the piece of carrot cake in front of him. the icing looked ickingly, fluorescently white. unnaturally and fakely.

this day was exhausting. uni was kicking ass and he kind of pushed his limits by going to the gym earlier.

“i ordered. okay, now tell me, where are you taking me tomorrow?” you asked excitedly, sparkles in your eyes.

“tomorrow?” sanghyeok repeated in small voice, scanning your features. he had to blink twice so they sharpened in his eyes.

“yeah! we have our one year anniversary tomorrow! come on, hyeok” you whined, tugging his sleeve. “you told me you have a surprise!”

“i… i do, yeah. i do have a surprise!” he answered with a smile. it must have totally escaped his mind since he had no clue “it will be a night to remember, i can promise you that”

“sounds good” with a grin, you shuffled closer to him.

the rest of the conversation turned into one blur, his answers one worded or one sentenced. he was just really tired.

somehow before he realized, you were putting his scarf on him. right, it’s cold outside.

“you’re so sleepy. let’s just go home, okay? text me when you get back” you smiled softly and cupped his cheeks “i’ll see you in your dreams tonight, hm?”

riwoo’s eyes shot open, body flinging forward. his duvet fell off, chest rising up and down.

he wiped sweat that formed on his forehead and rushedly grabbed his glasses off the nightstand.

taking deep breaths to calm down, he blinked the remains of his sleep away.

who were you?

maybe it was just a cute dream about finally having a partner.

but why is he so scared then?

besides your face seemed similar. and the words… what did you say? something about dreams…

“what the fuck” he laughed breathlessly, putting away his duvet that smelled like came out right from the washing machine.

his friends would laugh if he told them he woke up all sweaty and frightened after dreaming about a date.

busying himself with getting ready, the strange dream escaped his mind. he had to rush to class and then he promised himself he’ll study a bit.

riwoo entered the cafe, headphones playing his recent favorite music. he sat down at his usual spot, in the corner of the room. that way he always had a view for the whole place.

after ordering, he pulled out his books and took a deep sigh.

“lock in” he mumbled, getting ready to shift obrona focused mode to study the material. next week there’s a really important exam—

“your iced americano and red velvet cake. enjoy” the waiter arrived and riwoo moved his books to make place for his order.

“thank you” he smiled and looked up. the waiter’s face seemed somehow familiar. the eyes were exactly the same shade… no, he’s just going insane.

riwoo shook his head and took a bite of the cake. his face twisted into disgust, the chonky texture making it hard to swallow. should red velvet even be chonky?

he paused the music to listen to the noises of his surroundings. the clacking of silverware, soft jazz music, chatter of customers.

his eyes zoned out on the door, brows slightly furrowed. he had a feeling as if this happened already.

then, he watched you walk through the door. something in your eye reminded him of somebody he used to know, a strong feeling of deja vu hitting him.

riwoo followed your steps with his eyes. you approached the cashier, placed your order and sat down at a nearby table.

he gulped, anxiety creating a web over his heart like a venomous spider.

the waiter gave you your order, a vanilla latte and a donut glazed with navy icing.

before riwoo could realize, his legs lead him towards you. mouth opening to ask for your name, he first gently touched your arm to get your attention but you melted away under his touch.

for a split moment he stared into the steaming cup, halting his moves.

“how can i help you, sir?”

he started at, taking a sharp breath. turning around, he saw the waiter that gave him his order earlier.

“i, uh, just…” he gulped, looking at the place where you sat. riwoo blinked twice but no words came out of his mouth. then, he turned his head back to the waiter.

just to see your face.

so he was right! those eyes seemed familiar!

“y/n?” he asked.

and as soon as your name left his lips, he suddenly saw his room in front of his eyes.

sanghyeok leaned to turn his night lamp on, chest rising up and down irregularly.

“dude, are you okay?”

the door to his room swung open and his roommate, jaehyun, approached him.

“you keep saying weird shit in your sleep, i thought something possessed you”

sanghyeok looked at him, analyzing his face carefully. is jaehyun real? is he really his roommate?

sanghyeok reached his hand out to touch him, to check if he won’t dissolve into thin air too.

“i know you love me but that’s gross” jaehyun scrunched his nose and leaned away before sanghyeon’s fingertips could brush his skin “do you need any water? maybe melatonin? i noticed you have troubles sleeping lately”

“y-yeah. i think it’s the pre-exam stress” sanghyeok stuttered out, his throat itchy “you have some sleeping meds?”

“i got some!”

sanghyeok’s heart stopped in his chest, mouth going dry.

you walked through the door, messy hair and jaehyun’s hoodie draping over your shoulders.

you sat down on the edge of the bed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

sanghyeok watched you with wide eyes, shifting further away from you.

“c’mon dude, you’re freaking me out. did you have a nightmare? you’re acting like you saw a ghost” jaehyun sighed, rubbing his eye with one of his hands. the other he placed on your shoulder and squeezed it gently.

you grabbed sanghyeok’s hand and opened his palm, putting a navy pill in the middle.

he looked at you, unsure.

“just trust me, you’ll be out like a baby” you whispered sweetly, closing his palm.

and for a mere moment, he couldn’t tell if the laundry smell was his duvet or you.

if he was in the cafe, sitting on a date with you and jaehyun handing him the old, musty donut with navy sprinkles on it.

if the weird sparkle in your eye was real or his lucid dream.

bnd mlist | event mlist

taglist. @rubywonu,, @tricky-ritz ,, @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm

[inameating]

part 2 of whether tokyo ghoul characters go to the dentist and/or brush their teeth because its fuunnn 😁also u guys r nice and gave me cool headcanons all of which i agree with tbh. i love you! ok also small trigger warning for mentions of vomit with touka

ive been thinking about this. yomo is one of my favs bcos i feel like he wants to be independent while also being lowkey 40 year old man incompetent like he could probably kill you in a minute but hes also a dummy doodoo and has not much emotional intelligence. that has nothing to do with the dentist but i wanted to include it . 'whats a dentist? whats a dentist' u know like that one xxxtentacion video thats what yomo is like but genuinely and not even joking i think he uses mouthwash once a week and thats all . he probably smells like shit and piss and dead man and thats why people think hes homeless . he probably has holes in his teeth but if ever dragged into a dentist he would insist they dont hurt . i mean this with love i love him probably once tried to floss and accidentally made his tooth bleed (this happened to me im projecting) . probably got an infection and nearly died . can you tell im passionate about this

i think touka would hate the dentist but yoriko once was like 'wait.. do you go to the dentist? i feed you so many sweets girl u need to go' and then if dragged the dentist was like really concerned like. fuck is all this decay how often do you throw up (and thus she never went again) (she probably bit them on accident) touka is probably rlly responsible about brushing her teeth though as id imagine she's googled like 'what happens if u throw up a bunch' and got concerned . i think she tries to brush her teeth after every time she's sick just to make sure and then probably has a breath mint if she cant in :re however i think she'd fall out of the habit a bit without yoriko there to remind her , she isn't sick as often anymore so she kind of just .. forgets but she tries to remember and she does like every other night ish!!

yoriko on the other hand is just normal she brushes her teeth every morning and every evening, flosses and uses mouthwash when she feels the need . shes always trying her own food so she knows she needs to stay clean!! she's been to the same dentist since she was tiny and i reckon she has a gap between her teeth just cus i think thats cute

nishiki stinks like a bitch but he just wears that stereotypical teenage boy cologne and has a breath mint whenever kimi comes over . just saying . i do think hed go to the dentist though but maybe every other year, he'd 'i know i know' his way through the appointment and only brush his teeth regularly for like 4 days before forgetting again . bcos hes gross . kimi just brushes her teeth thrice a day bcos shes not an idiot and she visits her dentist once a year in the autumn time i think . she's actually a smart person in this so i think she would just be normal

i think kaneki would've had ur average teenage boy crookedy teeth at the start of tokyo ghoul, theyd stay the same until :re, but i reckon somehow theyd straighten his teeth before he became haise sasaki, and whiten them too kaneki would probably be jittery abt dental appointments but not like outright scared, he can still go , but it's just kind of uncomfortable he always gets the same advice 'brush more and dont forget to floss' (he then goes on to forget to floss) but he brushes his teeth regularly!! haise probably has one of those timers that u can stick to ur bathroom mirror or tiles or sink or whatever and u flip it over and he brushes for the whole time even when his mouth starts to kind of sting from the mintiness😭 and then he flosses, and does mouthwash, and flosses a little bit more just in case . and then he goes to see the other quinx like 'have u guys brushed ur teeth :D' (no yes yes no)(im sure u can guess who said what lmao) he probably has a dentist somewhat associated with the CCG and he sits there kicking his feet while the dentist prods around in his mouth (thats after the dentist told him to shut up bcos 'ahh ar ah ahh' doesnt rlly make sense, its hard to talk with metal in ur mouth)

itori doesnt have a dentist but i think she probably has a friend who doesnt have a dentist either and they just check eachothers mouths that sounds kind of gay and it probably is a kind of gay experience she brushes her teeth and uses whitening stuff probably . maybe some mouthwash . i think she'd have an electric toothbrush specifically . and then her and her friend gay kiss probably

uta doesnt have a dentist either i think one would be a little startled to be a dentist and have his eyes staring at you the whole time but i say that with love .. i think he once considered shaving his teeth down but then didnt maybe he has veneers. maybe. i dont know. im just some guy he probably only has kiddie toothpaste the ones that say they taste like bubblegum i dont know i can just see uta having that kind of toothpaste. probably doesnt even own a toothbrush just uses his finger 😭😭😭

roma has to brush her teeth and visit the dentist how the hell else would she remain so youthful?? but i do think she has a silver tooth but like its a back tooth so nobody ever sees it unless she like. opens her mouth real wide i think shes super efficient and probably likes to chew 'dentist recommended!!' gum just to be sure

i think hinami has very clean teeth because touka is a hypocrite and takes her to the dentist and then they leave without touka even going inside . i also think ryouko would've scolded hinami a little for going to bed without brushing her teeth lol

thats all i can think of . i love being hyperbolic ,. maybe i will do a part 3 if i think of anything particularly interesting 😆byebye

[bbunivxrse]

AHHH I LOVED UR "HATED HIM" GOJO FIC ITS SO CUTEE🥹 I WANNA SEE A PART 2!! im curious will the reader date gojo or js continue to hate him lmao

❥ IMPROVEMENTS - SATORU GOJO

pairing: gojo x f!reader contents: pt 2 to this fic although you dont need to read it to understand this one. no warnings js fluff here !!! word count: 2.5k on the DOT a/n: HII NONNIE IM SSOOO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!! im sorry this took so long ive been busy with work and exams coming up :( hopefully i can post more often soon :((( ANYWAZ ENJOY

so maybe you don’t hate Satoru Gojo. not anymore. since that moment you shared with him, you thought everything would go back to normal, and for the most part it did. well, you think it did, but everyone else saw the changes clear as day.

as time passed, from an outside perspective it seemed like the two of you suddenly had a… “stable” friendship. both “stable” and “friendship” being used very very loosely. although gojo prefered “happy relationship” and “loving marriage”. the yelling matches (you yelling at gojo while he just sits there and smiles like an idiot) that used to occur multiple times daily went down to only once a day, if at all. you didn’t seem to shoo him away as much or rant about how annoying he is. it was almost like you were warming up to him.

if nobody knew what had happened between the two of you it would’ve seemed like a random switch that went off one day, except everyone did know what happened, cuz gojo’s big mouth went and told everyone the next fucking day. to escape being made fun of to no end, you told everyone you only kissed him so he’d shut up and there was no feelings beyond that, which was half true. the other half of you knew that being all bandaged up by him after a mission gone wrong, sitting in his bed while he tells you how much he cares about you, a man who’d usually piss you off and act all goofy. to see him like that was like a breath of really fresh air and kinda changed the way you saw him.

obviously he was still super annoying and pissed you off, but he seemed to finally get the memo and tuned it down so that it was actually manageable. his laugh was suddenly cuter, his face was less punchable and his flirting was almost starting to fluster you. almost. he still made those stupid comments and monologues for waaayy too long but he got a lot sweeter in his teasing and actions. he somehow found out what your favourite foods and places to eat were and bought you food after long days of school, training sessions and missions and took you to places around tokyo on outings “dates”. your friendship with him was finally tolerable. 

waking up on a sunday morning, you hear the sound of buzzing from your phone on your bedside table. 

incoming call from gojo.

its way too early for him to be bothering you already, but you know very well that if you don’t pick up now he’ll keep calling til you do. you silently curse shoko for giving him your number when he asked her, since he already knew you’d say no to him. “what do you want?” you answer his call, putting the phone to your ear as you sit up in bed. “good morning to you too i guess..” you can hear the pouting in his voice. “what are you up to today??” 

“i’m training a bit with nanami and haibara later.” you check the clock on the table, mentally starting to plan when you’re gonna start getting ready to meet the two of them. “nanami!? why would you train with him!? he doesn’t know anything.” he seemed to completely tune out the second name you mentioned

“he knows more than you.” you laugh at his dramatic gasp over the phone, picturing the look on his face. “whateverrrr. you should train with me instead!” 

“no.” 

“what!? why not?? im soooo much better than him!” you can hear the passion in his voice and you begin to wonder how he can have so much energy so early in the morning, especially on a sunday. “please humble yourself, and i already told nanami i’d train with them anyway.” you glance back at your clock, continuing to consider how long you can stay in bed for. “fiiineee. we can train together next time. what’re you doing after that?” 

“after training i’m gonna…” your voice trails off as you think back to earlier this week, trying to recall if you had made any other plans with anyone for today. “not doing anything later. i’m probably gonna go back to my dorm.” you confessed, forgetting exactly who you were on the phone with. “oh so you’re free later? perfect! we sh-“ 

“no, i’m not free. i’m going back to my dorm gojo. and i’m staying there. all day.” you make sure to give him the details of your plan to stay in your room so he doesn’t have any wiggle room to plan anything. “hmmmm.. okay! ill just come over then!” 

“what?? n-“ 

“cyalaterbye!!” you hear the phone beep as he hangs up, now looking down at your lock screen. 'god he’s sooo annoying.'

getting out of bed after looking down at your clock again, you decide you have more than enough time to watch a bit of the show you’ve been catching up on. maybe about two and a half episodes?

checking the time halfway through the first episode, you decide you’re not in the mood to continue watching and you’ll watch a movie instead after training. you get up and begin getting ready for the scheduled training session you had, lightly fixing up your hair so you looked presentable and throwing on your uniform before heading out. 

training with nanami and haibara went well, and you were all surprised gojo didn’t show up to bother you but you figured he was busy with his own thing. coming home you immediately threw your uniform onto the floor and went to take a shower, feeling all gross and sweaty. ‘ill pick it up later.’

you turn the water on, allowing it to get hot before stepping into the shower. you decided to use your favourite body wash that smelled like heaven in a bottle, the scent filling up the entire bathroom and making all the air around you smell like your favourite fragrance. you linger in the shower for a bit, the hot water feeling therapeutic against your skin. once you were done you headed back to your room, throwing on some comfy flared sweats and a random tank top from your wardrobe. looking in the mirror, the outfit was surprisingly cute, and really comfortable.

in a good mood from the nice shower and already feeling pretty after only putting on some  random clothes, you decided to have fun and do some light makeup. maybe you’ll run a few errands later? you were a bit low on snacks at the moment.

finishing off your makeup with a pretty lipgloss, you look in your little snack drawer to see what you had left. some gum, a few candies and one bag of your favourite chips you’re planning to save. maybe it was time to restock. 

you throw on a light jacket and grab your bag, gathering your essentials and getting your shoes on before leaving your dorm. you decided to go to the little convenience store only a few minutes away since they had all the snacks you like. 

within a few minutes you made it to the store, picking out a bunch of snacks and candies you liked. as you were looking at the new flavours of candy they had, the bell by the door jingled as someone entered the store. “y/n!!” you heard a familiar voice behind you. “why are you here?? you said you were staying in your dorm. all day.” gojo mocks the tone you used with him on the phone earlier. “i changed my mind. why are you here?” 

“satoru wanted to get some candy on the way home.” suguru appears from behind him, giving you a smile and a polite wave. “hmm.. they have a nice selection here, what do you think i should get?” gojo puts a hand to his chin as he looks through all the candies. “the sour green apple candy from this brand is really good. and the lemon flavour too, they’re my favourites.” you say as you point to the candies. “then they’re my favourites too,” gojo immediately picks up two of each flavour you recommended, before picking a few other candies he knows you like.

“you do not need all that sweetness. think about your health.” suguru grimaces at the amount of sweets in gojos hands. “i’m not gonna eat all of it! do you really think that low of me? i’m sharing with my girlfriend.” he plops his purchase on the counter for the cashier, smiling down at you “and i’m still coming over,” 

“i didnt agree to that, nor do you have girlfriend.” 

“don’t care,” gojo shrugs as he takes his bag full of your favourite candies, cheerfully skipping out the door followed by you and suguru. the two of you followed as he happily pranced down the street and back to school. 

“you’re really not gonna leave me alone?” 

“nope!” you and gojo stand outside your dorm as he waits for you to unlock the door. you sign at his persistence, grabbing your keys from your bag and opening the door. he had never actually been in your dorm before so this was like a new world to him. “kinda messy in here. you needa clean up a bit y/n” gojo steps inside as if it were his own house, yet looks around at your space as if he were at a museum. “do you ever shut up? and take your shoes off. don’t step on my nice carpet. if it gets dirty i will kill you.” 

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed as if his life was truly in danger. you take off your own shoes, putting your jacket and bag away before plopping yourself on your bed. you watch gojo pace around your small dorm room, picking up random objects to inspect before humming and placing it back down. you know he should be monitored carefully while in proximity of your stuff but you really can’t be bothered to babysit right now and just allow him to stimulate himself.

after a few minutes of replying to missed texts from a few of your friends, you hear gojo sigh, dropping the bag of candy on the floor and placing his glasses alongside the makeup you put on earlier. you realize he hadn’t said a word for those few minutes. “you’re being too silent, what are yo-“ gojo fully drops himself on top of you, his hard head hitting your chest so hard you swear you heard a rib crack. “holy fucking shit you fatass, get off me!! you’re heavy.” you try to push him off you but he doesn’t budge. “but ‘m tired baby,” he whines as he made himself more comfortable on top of you. “i will kill you.” 

“m‘kay..” gojo yawns, wrapping his arms around you. now you’re stuck, great. you honestly didn’t think the word ‘tired’ existed in gojo’s vocabulary since he somehow always has energy. you had never seen him sleep before, which sounds somewhat normal until you remember the overnight trips and missions you and your classmates went on frequently, where gojo never slept. or he never let anyone see him sleep. you didn’t really realize it until now, with him on your chest already seeming close to knocking out.

as much as it annoyed you that you couldn’t get up to eat the candy he’d bought for the two of you to have, you figured if you woke him up he’d just bother the shit out of you until you let him sleep again, and you honestly realize how cute he is when he’s quiet. sighing in defeat, you open up your laptop that you had left on your bed earlier and throw on a movie you had already wanted to watch today. “hm..? what’s that?” gojo mumbles as he’s half asleep. “the movie suguru recommended me the other day. the one about the samurai?” 

“ohhh.” gojo turns his head away from the screen to rest on the other side of his head “that one sucks. and the main character dies.” 

“ugh, spoiler warning next time??” you flick the top of his head as he laughs. you scroll through the selection of movies on the site, humming occasionally while adding interesting movies to your watch later list. eventually you find a random movie that you had never heard of but it looks interesting enough and decide to watch it. the large boy laying on top of you turns his head back to the screen once he hears the new film playing. this time he doesn’t say anything, but you notice his eyes struggling to stay open as he yawns literally every waking minute.

“gojo why don’t you go back to your dorm to sleep? you can barely keep your eyes open,” you giggle at him as he tries to look offended but clearly doesn’t have to energy to. “mn-mm. ‘m watchin… with my wife.” he yawns mid sentence. “well i’m not your wife, soooo…” 

“you are my wife… we’re married… you remember.”  you know he normally only says stuff like that to get under your skin, but sometimes it sounds like he truly believes it, which is a bit scary. you can’t even pay attention to the movie with how hard you’re contemplating to get him off you and in his own bed, but it seems there’s truly no solution. he’s a freakishly tall and muscular man with 100% of his body weight on top of you, so you obviously can’t push him off. and he clearly wont willingly get up, and you know you can’t convince him to get up, so you begin to accept that you might actually be stuck here. 

“ill let you stay if you grab the bag of candy for me,” gojo seems to be too tired to remember that there’s nothing you can do to force him to leave and he easily could’ve refused. he lazily throws the bag onto the bed beside you before plopping himself right back where he was before. “now lemme stay.” you roll your eyes instinctively, grabbing the bag and picking out one of the candies gojo had picked for you. he lets out one last yawn before allowing his tiredness to consume him.

as you open up the sweets and start eating, you look down at gojo. you never really took a moment to actually realize how pretty he really is, and especially how cute he looks while he sleeps. as creepy as that sounds. you think it’s because his mouth is finally shut and he’s not saying the most annoying sentences he can come up with, or constantly blabbering to you about stuff you never asked him about and have no interest in. you honestly didn’t mind this heavy man peacefully asleep on top of you as you eat candy and watch a movie. it was quite nice, actually. maybe you’ll start to allow gojo to do things like this more often. 

i really had no idea how to end this :SOB: but it turned out well i hope. pls send requests btw i have ZERO idea what to write neext

[wonyrs]

fluster

enha hyungs x fmr gnr non-idol au, est. relationship warnings food wc 939 + library #

‘ enha hyung as ur 'homies' ! REQ

lee heeseung

" ayyy how u been bro?"

plays along and even replaces his normal petnames with something he'd usually call the members but NEVER you (until now)

um... hello? where is the endearing "why'd u call me that babe 😢☝️?" where is the begging for a kiss? where is the desperate attempts at pda we were hoping to see? this wasn't the plan at all (like... at ALL)

he tries to hide his laugh when u give him the stink eye and keeps up his act

even going as far to pretend like he isn't seeing ur hand inching closer to his and lifts it up to 'brush' the hair from his face

second attempt at holding his hand ended up with him fishing his phone out from his pocket and showing u an extremely!!! hilarious... insta reel.

ur plan has reversed; instead of him dying for ur affection, its now u trying to stop him from treating u like any other person before u physically cannot take it anymore

"ok man. i see how it is man. bye man." this is ur cue to stand up, run away and never look back for ur own emotional sake

if it weren't for heeseung GRIPPING onto ur shirt with the most gobsmacking laugh u've heard coming out his mouth, to the point tears were trsiling down his face from how hard he's laughing

"wait- wait [name]! you started it, come back!"

park jongseong

" how are u doing BABE? how's life BABE? "

mommm [name]'s acting weird again, i think the heat's getting to them

he acts like he can't see ur hand in the air and continues to kiss u right on the lips (but he still moves ur arm down for safety measures)

"what's good, dude?" "baby, who are u talking to? it's only us in this room lol 🤨"

u try again with dapping him up but immediately he turns around and oh so suddenly the wall is soooo interesting

for the whole hour u mess with him and call him 'bro, dude, gang' and shit like that while he just sneakily rolls his eyes and goes on with his day- while most likely wondering what on earth was wrong w u

he'd be in the kitchen washing the dishes while ure trying to hold his hand and have it dap urs up

but is he paying attention?

lmfao no

he goes on with his day since he knows u cant go another hour without his love and so he has nothing to worry about (unless u actually DO go for another hour, then he's actually going to believe something's wrong with u)

eventually u give up and go back to slumping on his back. the months u've spent together gave jay a clear understanding on ur antics and gave him some time to prepare for anything u had up ur sleeve

" tired already? an hour, new record babe. good job"

sim jaeyun

" why are u doing this to me "

the moment u refuse his hug and opt for a more... different greeting, jake malfunctions for a bit

he trys to hug u again but u extremely remain still

whines complains when u keep up the 'homeboy' act

"i swear we acted like a normal couple yesterday, did i make u mad pookie? 😥" sneaks in some of the petnames u absolutely LOATHE just for a reaction

hates when u replace the lovely kiss-and-hug interactions with dapping him up like a BRO

most likely complained to the enha gc abt ur 'unearthly' behaviour (u get his ass on that later) and cries that he might never see the old u again

the urge to drown him in all the love u've kept in since u met up is eating u alive But watching him practically cry over ur feet is helping u out a wee bit

"chat this is absolutely hilarious what are we thinking" "WOW! Hahaha so funny!! Such a kneeslapper! can u stop now 😐."

Hes dead serious when he says this btw Like full on eye contact with furrowed eyebrows, but a small pout is resting on his face

he was fine with the joke at first but then he just got more eager for ur touch as the hours went by

u stare for a bit before engulfing him in the biggest hug ever while peppering his face with an abundance of smooches

"finally! u dont know how long ive waited for this"

park sunghoon

" did u eat something funny? "

just stares. nothing else, just stares

eventually u have to drop ur arm because the silence just got too awkward

was he mad at u? (ofc not) Maybe hoonie just needed to load and take a bit to process the scene in front of him

"i dont think u should be doing this to your boyfriend, babe. it doesn't really fit the loving couple vibe yk 🤖"

even when sunghoon continues to act like everything's normal u keep on persisting with acting like close-bro-friends

... only to be met with the most baffled face ever.

he wonders if ure roleplaying as some character or just genuinely going insane

decides to go along with whatever you're doing and continue the day as normal as it can get

when u get tired of the lack of attention, u drop the act but unconsciously refer to him as bro

muscle memory(ish) fr

"dude can you at least act interested?" "um excuse me? what'd u just call me"

HELLO. where was this dumbfounded hoon when u need him?

ure actually laughing atp because he doesn't even look like he knew what was wrong

the whole time u kept up w the joke, he didn't even look like he cared UNTIL u got tired and talked in ur normal tone

"don't ever say 'dude' in a serious tone like that. scared me, babe."

@ wonyrs 2023

note sorry anon for not taking ur request after like 2 weeks... i've needed some motivation to write SORRY.. also maknae version is next :> requests open!

[kittycatred]

watching your process with making the ghost live is honestly kinda amazing-

AWWHWH THANK YOU SO MUCH ???? (sorry im using this as an excuse to ramble now about my story stuff for this blog :3)

ive been half worried that its too obvious im making it up as i go or that i dont have anything planned for it, and i actually nearly held off on this arc for a bit longer

cause around the beginning of this blog, right around when i started the minecraft saga is when i had the idea of "ooh red's been possessed twice in canon, i should make them possessed again on the blog !!"

and fun fact: after the cave saga, i half debated on keeping red in minecraft longer, and finding a portal that then took them back to monster school, and i half debated on would herobrine possess them again ?? but i was super unsure so i had red go home, and because that saga i just wanted it to end at that point lmaoo

and ive had the idea, until yesterday with the rain in red's room i was trying to think of a way to make it go away without just "oh it randomly went away" just cause i like to be silly with stuff if i can think of it !! then i thought "ooh this would be a perfect setup for the possession stuff !!!"

and i was trying to figure out what could possess red, i considered herobrine but like i said ooc in tags a bit ago he's semi canonically redeemed, or atleast not an active threat from helping with fighting king and being a teacher at monster school and i had no idea how to spin that around (and...i dont know how id roleplay herobrine too LMAO)

i considered minecraft mobs, not any specific ones, but because of the cave arc red wouldnt be going in minecraft alone for awhile and it wouldnt make sense for a random mob to show up so that wasnt done

so then i thought....hmmm what if i make a ghost character ??? no plans, just a ghost stick figure, that possesses red, except in contrast to how red types and red's personality, ill make them kinda like a polar opposite to red ??

that was my ONLYYYY BASIS

and like red i can be impulsive so i went with it

annnd....wanna know another secret ?? :3

these posts ( 1 2 3 4 ) WERE ALL IMPROVED. ENITRELY.

all i knew was "okay red's gonna meet the ghost, and gain enough trust with it to sleep and then the ghost will possess him"

literally after i drew one thing, i had no plan i just kept trying to base off "hmm what can i do heree ??" and same with the dialogue (that im too scared to reread because i made all that at midnight and i glanced and saw one grammar mistake but i dont wanna remake those posts or edit themmm sooo </3)

but it wasnt until the 3rd post where i had the idea of ghostie pointing out red's insecurities as to why theyd make the deal in the first place, because in the post of red talking about being a cat in response to cho's ask, they were a little vulnerable at the end and were all "i hated it because i was coddled !! not cause i hate the attention but i want to be capable of myself !!" sorta thing until they switched topics instantly thats another idea i wanted, of diving deep into red's insecurities but i didnt wanna repeat of "reds all nighter crashout" as to seeing red's thoughts so i decided to mash those concepts together :3

another scrapped idea i had, was building off of red's whole "floaty hands and anon things ?? im either crazy or these are ghosts !!" and i nearly had "ghostie" talk to red at first in the form of asks, since you can send asks to yourself, but i felt like that would get confusing that its a character im playing and not an actual anon

and building off of that idea aside from the anon asks part, i almost had ghostie try to "befriend" red at first, and then red would open up to them throughout the night and then theyd offer the "i can help with that!!" then possess them the next morning

buuut im really glad that my direction with making ghostie a character is going well !!! because it is entirely improved from the second i start typing LMAO

which, i do improv alot for red !! given it is a roleplay blog alongside askblog, but i am just super glad im not fumbling too bad with improving and ENTIREEE CHARACTER as i go :'D

this is. a very huge ramble my bad.

but as you can tell i think ALOT about this blog, and even though it is quite literally in character for red anyways, once i finish one story/arc thing i always try to come up with the next thing, even if it means improving as i go like if i didnt go with this arc, the other plan i had was involving the monster school students, i 100% want to have red interact with them sometime still, i just 1) dunno how to draw them easy enough to redraw alot and 2) i dunno how to roleplay as them YET. but im so glad i finally got to do the possession arc AND also have red face their insecurities, because the thing about red, or how i write them here, is they will be avoidant as EVER in expressing sappy deep emotions, but in the way of "everythingggg is fineee wooo!!!" sorta thing or brushing them off, thats why for me to deep dive into red's thoughts i had to have them pull an all nighter last time /silly

quite honestly 80% of this blog is me looking at past little things here and stringing them together like one of those conspiracy bulletin boards, but its so fun to just improv build off of prior things, which i was SUUPER hesitant on at the start of this blog but now its just super fun for me !!! literally ill go around thinking of how to incorporate as much as i can to tie everything together on this blog, the only thing i havent been able to do that with is the ruben's lead bodysuit saga a LOOONG while back but ill probably come up with something or how to end that, since rocketcorp isnt so much of a threat anymore ?? for now atleast. but ill figure that out sometime

OKAY ILL ACTUALLY END THE RAMBLE HERE THOUGH sorry i just. think alot. BUT IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HOW IM IMPROVING GHOST !! :3

[dapper-lil-arts]

So uh. My freelance work here is kind of dying.

I thought i'd keep my long-term followers on the know-how, so i might as well write about my current circumstances here, give y'all an update, so to speak.

So, for several reasons, most of them not even my fault, i've been getting less and less commissions, almost none, actually, and the ones i get are usualy on the cheaper side, which is bad concidering that this is my livelihood, commission money pays my bills, my groceries, and my taxes, and now i sure as hell am strugling to imagine this will sustain me for long. Twitter is a sinking ship ever since elon went over, Specificaly for people like me. I had just broken into 12k followers there, a huge milestone for me, and then i got shadowbanned, and for the last few months i've gotten *nothing*. It's completely dead, i'm stagnated there, all my arts are censored, and there's no way for me to undo it or fix it, and so i've gotten less and less comms out there, which sucks because its the only reason i was even on that stupid site. Here on tumblr, meanwhile, the CEO went on a massive transphobic streak, and a lot of lgbt folk (which composed a lot of my following,) decided to jump ship, and i sure as hell dont blame them, but sadly that's more potential costumers that bailed, and there's no proper website to go to. Anywhere i'd go, i'd be starting from scratch again, which would be utterly disheartening and frustrating, and there no website that is kind to artists, with no algorythim, that also have a messaging system (the latter being ESSENTIAL to the way i do comms) So i'm kind of stuck. I just. have nowhere to go, and nothing to do. And last but not least, my own fault, I've just been drawing and creating what *I* specificaly want, on an hedonistic streak this year. That's why theres so much pony bs on this blog now, and why i was straight up posting poetry a while back, and have written hundreds upon hundreds of fanfiction pages in the last few months; Which, unfortunately, is a terrible business decision if your intent is making money. Which I surely should have prioritized, but in the end, its not up to me, its up to the costumers... So now i'm a bit stuck. I've enjoyed the things ive drawn and written more than anything i've ever done, and yet, i've never been less successful on the actual business side. I'm still considering my venues, my possibilities, but there's not many. Trying to get a job would certainly pull me away from creation, and i'd hate it regardless of what it was, and on another venue, theres no guarantee that going back to furry titties would bring me money.

and that's whats heartbreaking about it too. no matter how much effort i put on my work, theres no guarantee of sucess, so why even spend time trying to craft a masterpiece? why not just follow trends and make a tiktok account or whatever the fuck makes money these days. I'd rather not, frankly. And i wont. Well, that's about it. Thanks for reading this update, that's how my life is goin atm. i'm going to continue doing as i am right now, but yknow... I'm not sure what i should do, if you want to give me suggestions, feel free.

[rosemelodyshah]

The other day this friend of mine was complaining about how ACD's Sherlock had this wisdom.and niceness about him and how none of the Sherlocks on the screen have that

And she told me she watched some of Granada and BBC and I think Basil's Sherlock? But the Sherlocks on screens were infinitely ruder for her

And like I couldn't completely agree there much bc like okay BBC Sherlock does get rather rude but the way she was saying it (particularly in that this is bad tone) I couldn't get behind her and Ive only seen some of the Sherlocks but I've seen the first season of BBC Sherlock years ago and all sorts of.clips since and a couple.of the Granada Sherlock and even the young Sherlock and he didn't come up as rude the way she was saying.so. just uh I've got a mystery to stop pleas ebe idiots somewhere else sorta vibe idk

And after we tried to reach a conclusion on her thoughts she jumped and went NO I MEANT SMUG THEY ARE ENDLESSLY SMUG ESP COMPARED TO THE ACD'S HOLMES

And we took a loud break drank our blood and talked it out and yeah he deffo comes up as even that bit more smug

But cmon luv do you really thing someone could be Sherlock and screen and not be smug at himself at least like 3× the ACD's canon smugness?

And it's not quite that he isn't smug he's j more down to earth-y and much prefers to pamper the non existent smartness of Lestrade and gregson who really helped only talks to for his own amusement (a theory of some of ours bc it's 2.30 AM we got better things to do than sleep)

And the Sherlocks on screen don't do that bc for one there are no two detectives (least as far as I've seen) and second of all on the screen about half the time he gets someone actually basically begging for him doesn't he begging for help so it's like there is nothing for him to say you are smart about he's gotto solve zhe murder

Like yeah granda Holmes does seem smugger thant eh books (tho I've been told it's the most faithful adaptation) but that's bc there really isn't a choice here

You can't actually show wonderful smart brill Sherlock and then make him that grounded and what not at all

Like idk how acd did it but I couldn't and I honestly don't mind him being smug esp once John's in the picture and he finally has someone who cares and gets impressed forever by and someone who is legit writing his every step and then sharing it with the legit world which aha means the yard don't gett their credit for having told Sherlock where the crime happened yaknow

Ofc with John around.to.impress and actually have someone listen and care and be actually bothered gy it which weren't the yard bc they j wanted the case solved he'd let himself be a bit smug

He can only have John calling him brill sm bc he gets smug and he deserves it

I mean speaking from experience when someone drops into your life and instantly goes TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF CARE FOR YOURSELF DO SOME SELF LOVE EAT SLEEP DRINK SOME WATER CARE BE DKNT TAKE THE CREDIT AWAY DONT SELF DEPRECIATE SLEEP GIRL HAVE SOMETHING FOR MY OWN PEACE AT LEAST DRINK YOUR BLOOD NOW SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP WONDERFUL WORK LOVED IT LOVED IT SLEEP EAT TAKE CARE OF URSELF LOVED THAT BTW ITS AWESKME THANKS SM LOVEU GIRL SLEEP and so on so forth in a never ending cycle you eventually start getting use to the very bizarre thing and actually follow it every now and then

And incase it hasn't hit you-- I HAVE BEEN GIVEN RANTS ON SO ON SO NOT SHOWING ENOUGH VERBAL LOVE TO AN ABSTRACT PIECE I LEGIT MADE WITH MH EYES CLOSED,??

when people tell you essentially to be a bit smug to celebrate how your somehow the only person with a brain in the world eventually your gonna be smug jnthat little more

Also let's give this clear as far as I've seen the only one truly letting Sherlock be smug and all is BBC and even them it's Uh god these idiots are going to kill me with their boredom wait this guy cares does think I'm a machine or freak?? He doesn't hate me or try to kill me for the analysing he wants to listen he tells people about it?? Ofc he's doing happy dances and being all smug about it OF COURSE HE IS

Like also real quick I love how BBC doesn't do the whole John sees a machine without a heart thing ACD's John does not that I hate it but like listen if your treated like a machine and freak and then John Watson comes in calls you brilliant a thousand times in the first namight you meet and then kills someone for you the next night and doesn't hate it deductions your gon be smug too alr don't you hide that let Sherlock be smug and all not down to earth he deserves it with how much Anderson he had to handle and how many times he's been called a machine and freak

[kings-highway]

opinion on the hunger games?

So I read the hunger games at the age I was supposed to read them at, 15/16 I believe, and I absolutely loved them, of course I did, the books are wonderful.

I have a few unpopular opinions, one being that I never understood why people hated Gale so much, though in hindsight it was in the nature of a love triangle to completely demon villainize the half you dont like. In that I think I was (at least for the first book) on Gale's side but that's because (as youre all well aware) I really, really love a best friends love story and found Peeta (as the love interest I knew she'd end up with bc of tropes that was being forced down my throat) to be underwhelming and annoying.

As I've grown up and had more time to think about it, I've digested more books and learned to appreciate the inversion of the archetypical male love interest that Peeta presents and I do understand the story better than I did when I was sixteen. So ive grown more fond of the books as time has passed.

HOWEVER i do feel I need to inform you that I fucking hated the ending of mockingjay. I LOVED reading those books, and I said this when I read them and I've said it pretty much any time negative reading experiences came up, which is that the ending of Mockingjay is the only time I've felt genuine anger at finishing a book. Like I truly felt like my time had been wasted, I remember throwing it onto my floor and being like "what a fucking nasty, useless ending" which, came in twofold: one, Gale going to the capital to be a gameshow host. Lots of people use this sellout behaviour as a reason to hate him, when I am 100% sure this is just a bad writing choice and breaks from the established character. Just fucking let him hunt and support the others living in the countryside holy shit. The second: katniss' children. Now... As years have gone on, much like Peeta's character, I've learned to appreciate what the representation of the children are, and how they actually do tie together the revolutionary storyline and prove that the world can heal and it can feel safe enough to raise a family in and blah blah blah TELL ME why the fu K THEY DONT HAVE NAMES???? When I was 16 I hated characters having children. (Child of divorce here - had some baggage to work through) but you know what I hated more than that? Children that werent even characters. Nameless blobs slapped in there for the happy ending, as if the concept of a woman having children is so joyous it makes the ending happy regardless of who those children are. I can only enjoy the ending of mockingjay if I put on my literary analysis hat and go "oh but the themes-!" Otherwise my natural state is just "what the FUCK collins"

Overall I think its one of the best books series out there but holy shit did that ending piss me the fuck off in a way I hadn't felt before or since.

i did not read or watch the movie for Songbirds and Snakes, probably because even 8 years later or whatever I was still burned from Mockingjay. Also, don't give a fuck about Snow??

Haymitch had always been my favourite character from the original books so I DID read the newest novel, as if compelled under some kind of spell. (Went out to buy it, finished it the next day.)

The writing was mediocre and the storyline was a little bit... Unnecessary? i think Collins has a really interesting task of not glorifying the thing she's critiquing, so in a way she almost has to write it badly. If the character deaths were graphic and descriptive it would be hypocritical of the very point, however, a lot of the writing did read like point-form scene setting. "i was mad. So i threw a rock. And then the rock hit a tree. And then i heard a scream. And then when I looked my friend was dead. So i ran away. Fast." Like I had to constantly remind myself that I am not the demographic this was published before because challenging it was not. But, then I catch myself wanting more engaging writing and Suzanne Collins herself is whacking me on the head with a spoon mocking me for wanting to be "more engaged" in the story of dying children and I have to be like "you're right mrs. Collins I am a sinner" and crawl back into my hole. So like in a way I think her overly simplistic, under-described style of writing is the ONLY way the book could be written without any hypocrisy.

I also have a lot to say about the movies, and the overall storyline as it relates to modern media and storytelling, but what I'll leave it at is if you haven't watched the Hunger Games movies in a while, do yourself the favour and rewatch it. What the hunger games (especially the first movie, but the whole series as well) does that almost NO MOVIE has done in the last fucking 10 years is FEEL LIKE A GODDAMN MOVIE. I rewatched them all recently after reading Sunrise and literally got blasted by a hit of nostalgia for the concept of good movies. The plot isnt spelled out for you, there's nobody there to walk you through how you're supposed to feel, there's no random, excessive side plots or constant callbacks to other movies there's no giggly irony where they make fun of their own concepts, and itz TIGHT. Narratively the hunger games is only about one thing, and Im SURE it has problems, I'm sure it does, im sure some fans hated it for some misinterpretation it has or missed story beat, but when set up against every other movie I've seen recently, it still blows them out of the water. Simply for the fact that theyre actually making a fucking movie. They're using their medium, they're not making fun of the genre, it's just FUCKING GOOD. And I really miss that in movies. It has that sincerity that is constantly missing from modern movies. And rewatching the first hunger games made me actually mad that I haven't enjoyed watching a movie like that in forever. It's like the antithesis of every recent marvel movie. It makes me hate hollywood more than I already did for it.

So even if you dont LOVE the hunger games, give that first movie a watch. Just as a cleanser from all the garbage bullshit hollywood has been slinging for 5 years.

I am afraid of the Sunrise movie because I didnt watch Songbirds so IDK if hollywood even still knows how to make a movie like that. I'll probably still watch it, but.

That first hunger games movie. Really fucking holds up. Mostly because someone kicked the bar down into hell but. Goddamn.

[heckinpupperino]

i have a dating story... there was this guy i was talking to, who on the first date i wasn't really very into. just felt 0 chemistry and his interests didn't match mine and all that, but over text he was nice enough. so I decided to go on a second date at his house. He drives me, and I meet his roomates. One of his roomates is a girl with my same name, who he had told me was his best friend that he used to have a crush on. She is exactly 'his type' as he describes it. dyed hair, tattoos. she's also a lesbian and really cool but that's besides the point. The main part of this date, and probably a little bit of why I wanted to go on it in the first place, was that I was gonna try weed for the first time. First of all... it turns out he smokes some weird hipster computer science major type special weed. like a single joint w/ packaging. I'm kind of off-put by this because its just kind of lame. we go to the bathroom and I smoke some of it, it's going pretty well. He decides I can try his bong, and I take a rip and immediately start coughing my guts up, almost throw up in the toilet. Him and his friend lead me to the bedroom and I lie down on his bed. His friend leaves and this is where it becomes really uncomfortable. the weed starts to kick in, and Im noticing that it takes forever for my thoughts to leave my mouth, and I'm not sure when I'm actually talking or not, and time is going all weird. I voice some of this to him, so he should probably know I'm pretty high. He lays down beside me and kind of smiles at me awkwardly, then wraps his arm around my waist and asks if it's ok. I pause for what feels like forever and Im like. ummm... no actually this is making me uncomfortable. we spent a really long time just sitting there and he's kind of sulky and makes a comment that I'm shaking (I could not even feel that I was). Eventually he gets up to cook and I follow him to the dining room where his roomates are doiing some dnd shit or smthn. dont really remember. I still don't know if i imagined this or not but i thought i heard his roomate mention if things were going to plan or something and that freaked me out lol. anyways, i eat and he kind of catches on that i want to leave and we leave. On the way back, since he knows from my profile that im bisexual he makes a weird comment about how if things dont work out between us i can try w/ his lesbian roomate crush. I felt bad at the time for feeling this way but honestly i kind of hated him after this and ofc we never talked again or went on another date. sorry that was so long, but it was the worst date ive ever been on and i think of it every time ppl bring up the subject

eughhhh smoking for the first time on a date sounds like my own personal hell… also i hate when guys get you high or drunk then start touching on you even if they dont do anything its freaking weird. do you still smoke or did you decide it wasnt for you that sounds awful

[emerxshiu]

FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

[ccazimi]

Hi cee, im about to yap about how deeply in love i am with (all) of your sukuna fanfic.

uhh warning, i am not good with stringing words and allat, and i never interact beyond liking stuff with blogs cuz im lazy asl. That's why i choose to read instead, and dear. am i so so happy i found your blog. there's so much i wanted to say its making me so confused how to make it structured and ive been thinking of sending this like. a month ago. you successfully made me infatuated to sukuna out of all characters in the web. he went from nice looking evil villain to a nice looking evil villain all over my phone and desktop.

ok ok so like, starting off, found your unckuna fic first. it went from a 'im so bored i need new flavor.' so this dark content writer to that dark content writer and honestly idk why yours stood out the most but one fic turned into binging your whole masterlist. ;w;;

how the hell do i describe that unckuna fic with my limited vocabulary. but the change of reader & sukuna (still an asshole throughout and i love him (and u) very much for it) from that polite distance, to dependency to him, to him distancing himself because he saw how fucked it is, not from his own vision but by placing himself in someone else's shoes and then the confrontation and the ending that made me PRAY there's another part. it's not just the smut that captivated me (which is surprising 4 me cause i came for that if i had to confess) but the whole entirety of reader and sukuna's dynamic that you made really intricate is what really stood out. how you write them that makes me even question why. i feel every ounce of shame, disappointment, embarrassment, more shame,, even anger. and now im just eagerly waiting on that next part. cause i know you'd ate.

iirc your next fic that i consumed is To Be Human. loved it. made me more in love with sukuna. cried a bit at the end. the reader is so funny in a way and how she and sukuna slowly became more and more intimate? and sukuna burning down that village for her?? and how you just ended it like THAT??? thought i'd hate it but i physically cant cause my hand just keeps clicking on it to reread every once in a while.

the oneshots are so fucking funny too. cackled at the dead of night, truly lived up to the name of no 1 sukuna tormentor. why is reader such a menace. i love her.

my next dddne from you is Nightingale, this one, well, i actually read it with breaks every few days cause it was the last thing and i didnt wanna run out of stuff to read. that series introduced me to a whole lotta genre i would've thought nasty (dont stop) and refuse to eat but honestly? naur the dread reading it is actually lowkey addicting. imsosorryimyapping.

and then you uploaded The Contendings, that threw me into a goddamn rabbit hole of ancient egyptian mythology. the vampire reader poll (genuinely happy vampire reader won.) (but now that i think about it i also wanna see what you'd come up with vampire sukuna :T) and the release of Currit in Sanguine Nostra. wow. how do you serve every. time. it also have some pretty nasty stuff (again, dont stop.) and i ate it very gratefully.

idk what else to say since this is my first time sending whatever what this feature is called, but im just here to let you know you've got a fan who's always eager to eat what you have in mind. i love just how detailed you go into describing stuff but how subtle you can be portraying others. and im not sure if you're accepting these kinda stuff but can i be your 🗝️ anon if possible (and available) :'3, i jus saw it on other blogs and thought thats so cute and im planning on staying for a looong time so i hope you'll continue to feed us.

ps: have you stumbled across wasp!sukuna. oh and pls take ur time on the second part of unckuna fic :D

HI HI 🗝️ ANON ILY wow this ask made me so happy it changed my brain chemistry lowkey im gonna print it out and tape it on my wall ….

anyways read under the line cut bc there is an absolute YAPfest incoming im sorry i wanted to dignify this with thorough responses hehe

first of all im sooo excited i converted you into a sukuna fan :D

im thrilled that you could see what i was trying to lay out with the unckuna fic which is that it’s not only smutty kink stuff but meant to make the reader also feel the range of emotions that i assume would realistically arise in such a situation. ive probably already said this before but i think a lot of incest fics ive come across were just kink stuff and it read like “yeah im fucking my uncle and im super chill abt it” which ofc nothing wrong with that (in fics), but i personally see incest as almost ….psychological horror tbh.

and that element of “horror” is something im purposefully leaning into the next part like it’s supposed to be as erotic as it is deeply uncomfortable but at the same time im kinda nervous about it for some reason because balancing those elements is kinda hard and i might just ask for a beta reader when i finish the entire part to make sure it feels alright

i think to be human was the first time i dipped my feet trying a new type of format where an entire story is basically told in a long(ish) one shot. i went into a deep dive of kitsune lore and mythology for that one and basically there were some interesting themes of humanity - i think one thing i wanted to stress in that point is sukuna’s humanity. despite everything, even with his four arms and cannibalistic tendencies and however much he tries to deny it, sukuna was still a human, and that is in indirectly in a way what led to that ending. (speaking of endings can you tell im obsessed with bittersweet endings)

the oneshots… listen i think i have some kind of jester blood in me there’s just some innate need to bother my loved ones and if sukuna was real he would not catch a single break 😭😭😭

NIGHTINGALE. my first dead dove writing… looking back that was just me hornyposting LMAOO there were honestly barely any nuances or plot it was just my ovaries speaking. im glad it got u into some freak shit though 👅

the contendings was also lowkey my ovaries speaking from that one egyptian sukuna edit on TikTok which also jumpstarted the hyperfixations deep dive 😭 for the vampire reader poll tbh im also glad it won bc it seems like every vampire au fic i read the guy is the vampire ig cuz it’s seen as the “dominant” role (im probably not wording that right)… but imo vampires can very much symbolize an honestly kind of pathetic existence that’s marked by constant hunger. anyways there’s a shock collar in the next part Lol i didn’t want to shy away from how physically violent they can get with each other and how brutal sukuna can be

also yes i did indeed stumble upon wasp!sukuna. loved it but also my fucking stupid brain could only think abt how male wasps are literally princesses that don’t do SHIT in the nest like they’re just coddled and raised for the sole purpose of fucking after which they die and im like okay what if sukuna dies now that he fucked reader 😞 but seriously though i think @/yenayaps has some of the best crack fics tbh 😭

[metfell]

Whats your favourite design quirk for each of cbench? I always love hearing how these things came to be !!

allow me to pull up some of my art for you and i will ramble- oh my god it has been literally so long since ive done colored artwork i am so sorry everyone wow the depression is visible i see. ANYWAYS.

so its funny trying to talk about designs when so much of how i draw them is just "this is ctommy but in a different outfit" so ill go into stuff that is always visible on them

i think my favorite consistency is ctubbos mismatched horns, its something that i think signifies it as My Tubbo Design. i saw a picture of a highland cow back in 2021 and i thought it fit him perfectly and ive never gone back ever since then. i started drawing tubbo as more butchy recently mainly because of boss and his source stuff to be perfectly honest, he has a lot going on in there. but its fun to take a character who is very often like... twink-ified? and make him into a stone dyke butch. well, idk if hes twink-ified these days, but back in 2021-2022 he sure was. i think giving tubbo a wider build- something these two images dont rlly do but whatever we'll work with it- is really great as a visual signifier for being guarded. hes a square hes got his massive snowchester coat on with its big furry coat and his hair covers his eyes and hes got a laurel wreath to signify coming home from war/being victorious in battle/etc. and he wasnt always a moobloom much like my little fic talked about, he used to be a human but the firework explosion fucked him up so bad the server had to stitch him back together with code from mobs. so the server grows a laurel on him and the server hardens him and tries to make him more resilient for the next fight.

i got insane abt tubbo let me move on to ranboo. i have so much fun drawing ranboo i really enjoy playing around with hair length and horn shape and leg anatomy etc. i used to be a fan of the straight split down the middle of their halves but i just love the mottled look so much i have to do that, mainly because i think it makes an artwork look a bit more polished for my own standards for myself. a lot of my ranboo design is an exercise in balance. his halves are black on the left white on the right, so his hair is flipped to make it more interesting, i give them the classic metfell hair flip because a)ranboolives hair moves like that already, and b)it lets me play around with giving them a little crown on the opposite sides horn. also i give them a bolo tie because i dont think cranboo can actually tie a regular tie if im being so forreal. and they have puffy sleeves because i think it adds to the fact that theyre not really a fighter like the others. though cranboo can hold their own and are a literal blacksmith constantly mining and smelting ores and making people armor sets, theyre not KNOWN for fighting, and so giving them an outfit that is not suited for fighting can reflect that.

when it comes to tommy i am always changing up how i draw him. im really attached to the long braid though, and im a classic butterfly clip ctommy enjoyer i think its fun and ppl who hated it were annoying as fuck. i think my favorite thing about drawing ctommy is that i give him gauges- very small ones but gauges nonetheless because cwilbur got them and he wanted to match early on. he never actually went through the process of stretching but he does have them in. and when i draw older ctommy i like to draw him like hes early on estrogen i think its really fun. same with tubbo i like to draw him like hes early on T. theyre transing together :]

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Anon Advice Asks - February 6

24 anon, outlet anon, spoon anon, 8 years anon (new), lawyer anon (new), guess anon

24 anon

hi cas, its 24 anon again. its been a while so i dont know if you remember lol. my friend had her baby and i still haven't met him (mostly bc ive been horrifically sick since before she even had him so im not about to give them whatever germs i have lol). i kind of feel like im at my breaking point lately. ive not cut her off entirely, but i have distracted from my friend a bit because i went into her having a baby trying to think 'this is a major thing and she's going to be down and out for a while so she obviously wont be trying to make plans' but apparently i was wrong bc im seeing posts on facebook and snapchat of her going out and doing things and having get togethers with her other friends and im just. i dont even hear about these plans let alone get invited to anything ever. i dont want to sound entitled to her time and effort but am i really her 'best friend' if she never wants to hang out or talk to me unless i initiate and plan? if she never tells me a single thing about her life and im always the last to know? if ive talked to her about this time and time again without any change whatsoever? im tired of talking to her about this because i know it wont change anything. my best friend had a baby and i wont ever actually get to know him. my heart is genuinely broken. i dont have any other friends to talk to. literally. at this point in my life i have lost every single friend ive ever had except for her but apparently ive never really had her to begin with. im so tired of being fucking lonely but i dont know ehat to do anymore. ive never been able to make or keep friends and i feel like im going fucking crazy. what is it thats so wrong with me that makes me consistently not worth peoples effort to keep around? i feel like im victimizing myself right now but i genuinely feel like i try SO HARD to maintain friendships - talking to them, trying to make plans, etc. etc. and that just never gets returned back to me. im tired of pretending im fine with that. im just fucking tired. i havent been able to talk to my therapist in months and ive only had myself for company for YEARS. i cant fo this anymore cas

Hi <3

Honestly I can relate to this SO much. I have a friend who I was very close to who had a baby a few years back and it's definitely changed our dynamic. Imo, the problem is now, we have different priorities. And that's not WRONG, it's just how it is, so it's changing how we interact.

I don't think my friend hates me and I don't think your friend hates you either. It's just one of those things where like...people get hurt but nobody means to hurt anyone. And it's very hard not to take things personally but it probably isn't as personal as it feels.

I know none of this makes you feel any better, but I just want you to know I'm going through the same thing and I understand. If you ever want to talk about it, please feel free to DM me- I'd love to have someone to talk about it with too <3

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Outlet anon

Hey Cas, outlet anon here. I need help.

So I'm staying with my mother for a few weeks while my place gets some work done, and that means I'm in the same house as Al, which is fine and whatever. I don't acknowledge him, he doesn't acknowledge me. It's a mutual understanding and has been for years. Or so I thought???? He addressed me BY NAME for the first time since I was THIRTEEN to ask me to move my laundry, and he didn't yell at me when I ignored him the first two times. We haven't even spoken since I was thirteen. He's also been talking at me and saying things for my benefit. Like last night, Al and my mother were watching robot fighting with my siblings and I went down to see what was going on because I heard them yelling. Al saw me and told my mother to rewind the TV so I could see the whole fight. I didn't express any interest in the show nor ask anyone to rewind it. He just... did it??? I don't know what's going on or what he thinks is going on. I'm going to keep right on ignoring him and pretending like he doesn't exist, but like thoughts? What should I do? What do you think is going on????? Help??????????

Honestly, it's great that Al seems to be trying to be nicer, but I'd be a bit weary. Like don't be rude to him about it or shit on him for being nice, but you don't suddenly need to be nice because he is. You're allowed to to take some time to build trust (if you even want to). The way he's treated you in the past doesn't warrant instant forgiveness (unless you want to, of course), so just go with what feels good to you and don't feel guilty for however much time you need. And if he ends up getting pissed about it...well, then he didn't really change in the first place.

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Spoon Anon

hi cas it's spoon anon

well i've been looking at self diagnosis tests like yk those online quizzes you have. some say i have a lot of symptoms of autism and others say that i have low-medium autism so idk atp. according to the oxford cbt self assessment quizzes, i have medium-high anxiety and depression and low-medium autism and adhd.

and i've been thinking if i should maybe actually go to a psychiatrist and see if my suspicions are correct. but then there's the part where i need to convince my mom. there's a major school event happening until the end of february so maybe i'll ask her if we can go sometime in march? several of my friends have actually seen psychiatrists and i'll just say that i want to just check once if there's anything that i might be diagnosed with.

i'm going to go out on a limb here and ask if you think i have autism or not from what i've told you. adhd there's a pretty low chance of me actually having that i don't really show any symptoms except getting distracted easily. depression and anxiety, if i'm going to be honest, maybe. idk my country's culture has given me a skewed view of what will actually fall under a mental health problem.

Hi! I think asking your mom is a great idea. It sounds like it's really important to you to know for sure, so I think you absolutely should.

As far as what I think...I'm sorry hon but I'm not a professional and I don't know you very well. But like I said I think it sounds super important to you to know for sure, so you should def ask to get evaluated.

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8 years anon

This actually takes so much courage to type this out but I feel like this is the right place to say it and plus I don't really know where else to say it.

So sometimes my bestfriend (of 8 years) really just ticks me off in a really nasty way. Like I feel awful every single time I feel this way but sometimes he just does stuff that like I don't know if he does it intentionally or not or if I'm just overreacting but sometimes he like takes things I consider "mine" ?? If that's an okay way to put it? I feel like there's just some things that he just starts to develop stuff from me and don't get me wrong, obviously friends are gonna develop things from each other (especially of 8 years) but I feel like I've only really noticed it within the last year or so.

For example I'll mention that I like a music artist very very briefly and like the next time I see him he's totally engrossed himself into that person's music and is saying "oh _ is my favorite song from them!" When like 3 days ago he didn't even know who they were.

Or on a game that we both play theres like 60-70 characters and there's 2 people that I constantly play and he wanted to try out new people which is fine but then he chooses one of the two I play??? And buys a skin for them within like 2 minutes of playing them??

And like there's a certain way I dress and he mentioned wanted to get more into like some things I'm into like okay that's fine and then he becomes more obsessed with it than me?? I don't even know anymore my girlfriends both agree with me and understand what I'm saying cause sometimes he does the same thing to them? This feels like a lot and it feels kinda childish when I type it all out but I'm genuinely lost and you seemed like the best person I could go to.

lots of love cas ❤️❤️

Hi!

I can definitely understand how you feel, but I think this is something to talk to your friend about. I think you need to figure out why it bothers you so much and why he seems to be so drawn to everything you do. Does he just admire you? Is it coincidence? Does he have low confidence?

And I think talking to him about it is important because this type of thing can lead to resentment, you know? So saying something like "I've noticed you tend to like a lot of the same things I do, right after I mention them. Is there something you like that you can share with me, too? I feel like we only ever talk about my likes?" might help to gently call him out without causing a fight.

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lawyer anon

Hey Cas, I hope you're doing well!

I love all your microfics😭they're so well written.

Sometimes I'll be reading a random microfics that popped and I'll think "this is really good!" so I go and check the user and its usually your stuff <3

For context, I'm 2 months away from 15 and a girl.

I was talking to my dad and complaining about school and joking that when I was fifteen I am legally allowed to drop out. I do this a lot.

My dad was joking and saying I've got to stay in school so I can become a lawyer and earn lots of money.

I told him the usual stuff like I don't want to be a lawyer and why would I.

He then proceeded to straight up tell me I was ridiculous and I was really confused and I asked him why.

Apparently I was _overreacting_ to the joke he told, which I had answered non seriously.

It just seemed like he was treating me like a much younger child and it honestly seemed kinda sexist.

This is not the first time stuff like this has happened. I recently went on a trip to my mum's side of the family and it was really nice talking to them because they actually seemed interested in my life and didn't just ask me, "How is school."

I know my dad loves me and this is a minor issue and some people have it much worse but it just really bothers me.

Honestly I feel like you're at the age where some people start seeing you as a person becoming an adult while others see you as a child. And that's a hard age because you want to be treated more like an adult, and it feels frustrating when that doesn't happen. People don't see you're starting to think about more mature things and you're thinking about the real world. It sounds like your dad might still think of you as a complete child. Is he the type of person that might respond well if you say "Hey, I'd like to have a serious conversation about this. I care about this topic and I want to talk about it seriously"?

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Guess anon

Hi Cas

Guess Anon again

He keeps messaging me and asking how college is and asking if i need any more books (i told him no)

I have a careers meeting tomorrow and if i get anything good from that then i may tell him and tell him my next steps (but only if im feeling brave)

Ill keep you updated!!

Honestly that's such a good idea. Having a plan is a great way to like...deliver unwanted news in a much gentler way. Please keep me updated!!