#js another interpretation

[tuskstudioart]

JTTW Wukong adaptation except he's just the size of a literal peach-

I call him Peach-Pit because,yknow- 🍑

[shyshyaaaaaa]

i was discussing my jekyll and hyde project with my friend and talking about how i was facing a bit of a roadblock, and in trying to describe one of the difficulties I was facing, I came up with a random analogy.

“No matter how far apart you spread your fingers, they’re still attached to the same hand.”

Its a basic metaphor, and i dunno where this came from in my head, but I think it… made a lot of things click. Certainly not everything. But enough to get right back into writing right afterwards.

So, hopefully, I get a lot more done today in writing this thing. oh boy.

[simcardiac-arrested]

i don’t think we’re ever getting out of the “we’re just friends” “oh yeah those characters are such good friends (sarcasm)” “they’re not friends they’re gay” etc etc hole. we’re never getting out of that hole

[5-htagonist]

if i head the words "jesus" "sacrifice" and "himself" in a sentence again ill scream.

[saeun]

ꪆ୧ ── WISH UNATTAINABLE ┊ A MERE DREAM ﹑ HSR ⤿ starring: boothill ◟ sunday ◟ dr. ratio.

꒰ a player's mission ﹢ ding! quest(s) unlocked. to obtain a reward of 100 stellar jades, knock yourself out with missions involving your favourite! don't get caught up in the dream though.

𖧷 · love, ‘su: i clearly had an idea & needed to jot it down before i forgot about it (old draft i wrote when i js was fresh into hsr bear w me 😢)

COSMIC SPLENDOR AND MERITED PRAISES ⟡ siobhan’s revealed that someone's here for you, insisting for you to not be a killjoy and come meet him.

“drink's on me sweetheart, knock ya'self out,” boothill slides the cocktail at you, giving his signature smirk as its free side dish.

you're not quite sure what you expected, but boothill being a bartender wasn't one of them. actually — it's believable when you think about it.

when siobhan sent you those messages, your mind went to either gallagher or aventurine. (un)fortunately, your guess was wrong. you are now a taste-tester and subjected to subtle flirting? a win is a win.

boothill puts a hand on his hip. he mixed the drink gracefully with siobhan's aid, it's bound to be perfect — hopefully.

“what's it called?” you asked, turning the glass around to appreciate the red and orange ombre. it reminds you of someone, but you can't put a finger on it.

“didn't think that far into it.” he shrugs. “you can name it, sweetheart.”

“i can name it sweetheart?”

“no, i meant... well, why the fuck not.”

you're sure you heard a disappointed sigh from him. maybe it's the alcohol? whatever, it tastes good. the drink's sweet, but it leaves a bitter aftertaste — if that makes sense. it's so sweet that you keep sipping, yet it's so bitter that you're reminded it's alcohol and not juice. a perfect balance.

gently placing the glass down, you slid it towards boothill, “another glass please, gentleman.”

“right away, darlin’,” he accepts your request, refilling your glass with the sweetheart special. this time, he adds a little edible glitter in the mix to spice up the aesthetic.

the glass is once again slid back to you. the only difference is a shine to the liquid. the new beauty to it can make even argenti fall to his knees to worship it (he worships anything beautiful).

“it's so good i can kiss you for it,” you mindlessly reply, licking your lips from the excess liquid.

goodness, do you want him to overheat? is the way to defeat a galaxy ranger a compliment without thought put into it?!

“pfft— uh— well—” he sputters, unable to form a proper sentence yet.

a few coughs later, he regains his ability to speak, “it's just that good ain't it, darlin’?”

“you're the best and i need you in the express to make fifteen of these,” with desperation in your voice, you lean over to hold his hand. it's cold, but not cold enough to make you back away.

“i'll be right with ya!”

THE INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS ⟡ you received an anonymous message urging you to come to penacony. it felt like a scam, but the messages were too prim and proper to be one.

hmm, something isn't right. you can feel it in your bones. either you're experiencing side effects of being on cleaning duty, or you're being hunted down. has your excellence finally exceed you to the point where you've appeared on someone's hitlist? maybe.

staring at the message on your phone, you squint at it before moving your head away. you must be careful or else you'd be affected by its ominous energy.

there's only one logical decision to make: find dan heng and let him decipher a possible hidden code in the messages.

“dan heng, i need you!” you exclaimed, opening his room's door with a force that should only be reserved for battles.

“did you clean your manners out too?” sighing, dan heng closes the book he's reviewing.

“i think i'm being kidnapped,” ignoring his snarky comments, you enter his room, showing him the pile of messages.

> Hello, (y/n). I trust that you've been well during your trips.

> Have you decided on whether you'll return to Penacony? If not, I hope that you come soon.

> There is something I wish to do with you.

> Meet me at The Reverie Hotel 10 system hours from when you reply. I shall accompany you directly instead of a regular staff.

> That is all. I'll keep the conversations for our meeting.

you shake your head, hugging your body in attempts to shield yourself.

“see! there's no way that isn't someone out to get me.”

dan heng falls silent. clearly, this is someone you've met before, but who? they haven't left any name, let alone a profile icon. there's only one way to find out and that's to reply.

“hand me your phone, i'll reply.”

...

have you been deceived? is dan heng in on this too? why would he reply? suspicion dominates over you. you slowly back away from his side.

“damn... they really do say your enemies are close.”

“that's now how it... whatever. just give me the phone so i can ask for their identity.” his tone's laced with disappointment. he's not surprised, but boy was he wrong for thinking you matured.

being left with no other choice, you surrender your phone and safety to him.

< Sorry, who are you?

< I'm sure we've met though.

“they're typing...” he mutters, leaning into your side so you can see the screen too.

> My apologies. I forgot to set my account.

> This is Sunday, head of the Oak Family.

“sunday?!”

“sunday!?”

this time you both were taken by surprise. out of everyone in penacony that would've sent you a text, he was the least expected. dan heng shoots you a pitiful look. he's pretty sure sunday's still on your hitlist.

“i am not going.”

“it's rude to ignore someone's request.”

“dan heng,” you began, folding your arms across your chest, “you can't make me go.”

in response dan heng simply nods. he walks out his room and into the main area. you're not sure what he did, but he came back to you lounging on his bed in five minutes.

you were already comfortable, with one knee up and a foot on the knee. you expected him to come back, but not with a trusted adult.

“are you serious?”

“himeko, (y/n)'s ignoring someone's request to meet.”

one corner of his mouth moves up. he knows he won this battle. snitching is the way to go, always.

and that's how you're now standing besides sunday. all stiff with nervous laughs, praying to whichever aeon that he doesn't use the telepathy punishment thing on you. it's game over and restart if he ever dares to.

sunday's as poise as ever — with a hand behind his back, he observes the view of oti mall below. it's bustling with life; the noise is enough to do all the talking. truly a one-sided comfortable silence.

“so... how's life been, sunday?” you tread carefully with your question and behaviour. you don't even make eye contact.

sunday smiles slightly, “it's been busy as ever. this is probably the only moment of peace in my schedule.”

and it's silent again. how do you continue a conversation with a bigshot? you ran your mouth with the supreme guardian of belobog but god forbid you're with the head of the oak family. scary.

cold sweat drops. you have got to keep the conversation going or you'll lose your mind in seven minutes.

“been getting into gambling with the slot machines lately. what about you?”

perfect. ten out of ten. a penacony-related addiction.

“i see you've picked up that ipc stoneheart's behaviour.”

okay, maybe it wasn't that perfect. and was that disappointment?!

it's silent again. you steal a glance of sunday and it did not help. he has a relaxed expression on his face. his chest rising and falling with every breath. is he truly comfortable with the silence? you're dying here.

a sigh leaves you. why not just speak your mind.

“to be honest, it's a little uncomfortable being so silent. i feel like i'm being watched by that large eye in the mall.”

sunday's head turns, his expression slightly changes.

“apologies, i did not notice. would you like to take a walk together?” he suggests, holding his palm out to you.

you place your hand in his, trying to hide the smile. you're finally going to do something instead of standing like an npc.

“yeah, sure.”

after your approval, you basically re-toured penacony. he even took you to his office. that's not even the biggest part. the huge wow factor here is that you were hand-in-hand with him. yes, hands intertwined with the most handsome man in penacony. someone should be jealous.

although his hand was gloved it still counts. the gloves are thin anyway — it was basically skin contact. had you known beforehand that sunday's hand was this manly you wouldn't have even complained to dan heng.

COSMIC SPLENDOR AND MERITED PRAISES ⟡ herta bothered you to return to her station, insisting that she needs your help. you reluctantly agreed, but didn't expect to meet the doctor you've been hitting on.

> Come. I need to experiment on you.

< Excuse me?!?

> Aeon stuff.

< Which Aeon is it?

< Herta?

< Hellooooo... Anyone there...?

> [Automatic reply] Hi, I'm currently unavailable, and won't be contacting you later.

< You've got to be kidding me.

> [Automatic reply] Hi, I'm currently unavailable, and won't be contacting you later.

a heavy sigh leaves you. new day, same old herta demanding your presence and going off the net. well, it's been a while since you've revisited herta's space station, and it doesn't hurt gaining new knowledge on aeons. hopefully it'd be quick... and that screwllum's there as well. out of the three, screwllum's the sole one that's gentle.

once you stepped foot in her office, you stepped right back out. seeing someone you've been avoiding to reply to their messages certainly isn't a good thing. the chances of the man you were testing your charisma on being with herta is low — incredibly low — but never zero.

“come here, (y/n).” a voice filled with authority calls for you who's standing to the side of the door.

you purposefully chose that position; since the doors are automatic, they'd immediately open if you were directly in front of it.

“no, thanks!” you yelled, preferring to stay where its safe from confrontations.

inside the office, herta folds her arms. the clock is ticking, and she doesn't want to lose interest before she can glimpse the secret of at least one aeon.

“just go get her. what're you standing there for?”

with a tone as blunt as that, ratio feels slightly offended, but he can't argue. she's right, he can simply bring you back inside the office.

confidentally walking towards the door, he steps out and immediately turns his head left. it was as he calculated: you were right there leaning against the wall, trying your best to act nonchalant while ignoring his obvious presence.

“don't act childish.” disappointment laces his voice, his folded arms shows it, too.

“whatever do you mean, doctor?” you smiled.

ratio's having none of it. he moves his position to stand in front of you, forcing you to look at him instead.

“your behaviour then and now is childish. get back in the office.”

“cut me some slack! do you think the courage i have over text translates to real life?” your defenses raise, poking his chest to enforce your point. “you're intimidating and handsome, dude. give me a break.”

a silence follows. the kind of silence that indicates you said something you definitely should've kept as a thought. nervously, you move your eyes to look at ratio's. the eye contact doesn't last long — like you said, he's intimidating (and handsome).

“tell me something i don't know.” ratio breaks the silence, grabbing your finger off his chest. “but that's not the point here, is it? we have something to do.”

mood: ruined. it's common knowledge to anyone who's been in a conversation with ratio that he's well aware of his visuals. compliments are nothing new to him — it's a shame he didn't act the way he did in your daydreams.

“gosh, you're so annoying.” a voice of defeat.

grumbling, you straightened your posture, making your way back to herta's office. ratio followed behind, observing the you walked. has someone walking always been attractive, or is it just because it's you? a question that he'll be pondering on until he finds a suitable answer.

“hey. you guys took too long. i don't wanna do it again,” herta complains the second she saw you two walk in.

[mactavishsgfandwife]

saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

masterlist

[ihopeiexplode]

Random angst part 2 (continuation of this)

includes: G. Satoru . G. Suguru . R. Sukuna

A/N: was this an excuse to yap yes

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

Extra:

(this is what mitski songs the scenario is based off + why I choose it and my Interpretation on the song!!!)

Gojo[Eric]: I like to think Eric is based off a friends w benefits relationship where the guy is mistreating the girl but the girl is desperate for any kind of attention and gets attached so that's what I based on gojos part out off he might sound out of character so yeah!!!

Geto dies and gojo has been grieving his death ever since and hopped relationship to another till he experiences the feeling that geto made him felt but the closest one he got was you, but as hard as he tried to make the friends with Benefits thing work he just couldn't it felt different, so meaning he was badly neglecting your feelings but you on the other hand never had an ounce of attention so you took what you could get and grew attached to gojo despite him being neglecting (ik it doesn't make sense js bare w me 😞😞)

Geto[your best American girl]: I like to think the song is about being with someone who only sees you as another person and you trying to make the relationship work by trying to meet there standards

Gojo dies and the closest thing geto has to him is you, the whole reason geto was with you was just because you were so similar to geto, and of course you knew and well you tried being gojo but eventually became tired of pretending seeing how geto was only with you just to fill a hole gojo left, in getos eyes he'll only see you as someone who reminds him of gojo and never will see you as who you truly are (out of character once again, btw geto Nd gojos part R basically alternatives like instead of geto dying it's gojo get it get it)

Sukuna[townie]: I like to think townie is basically just rebellion like let's say y/n's parents badly neglected her and placed her into an arranged marriage but y/n doesn't want that so she runs away blah blah

Then she meets Sukuna and at first she thinks Sukuna genuinely wants to help her through whatever problem she has but in reality he's just manipulating her, Sukuna does not give a fuck about y/n the only think he likes is how y/n is easily manipulated and loves the power he has over her so he starts controlling her and manipulating her but in y/n's eyes she thinks it his way of showing his love seeing how she was neglected causing her to mistake toxic love for actual love

Mind you these are all just my interpretations and yes I'm aware how out of character they all sound

[zealofchronos]

i share ur struggle.. i ACHE for gepard or welt content so hopefully i could request for something like that? im js gonna throw a bunch of ideas and you can choose whichever

relationship hcs (what he’d be like, how does he show his love etc)

sleeping together (take this whichever way you want)

cooking together in the kitchen (im a whore for this stuff idk why😭)

bedroom hcs (kinks, fav positions, literally anything i need it so bad)

KISSING IN THE SNOW W GEPARD😞

anon i hope you know this ask gave me like 5000 braincells. like suddenly i am THINKING. it's so insane how one little ask full of random blurbs gave me so much life to write even just the smallest things.

literally welt and gepard are my two faves rn, i'm fr just waiting for jing yuan to come out. jing yuan my beloved <3<3

but anyway, as for this little ask, i think we'll ease into the hsr content with some fluff ( i am all due for it anyway, i have Not been writing and i also need the fluff because my god does life hit hard ) so sit tight >:)

love and cherishing you ♡ ;; various x gn!reader headcanons

content;- sfw , fluff , headcanons list , how some hsr boys show their love for you ♡♡ , overall just really fluffy because i need toothrotting stomach ache inducing head swirling sweet fluff sometimes... , nothing about getting together but just general hcs on what they'd be like in a relationship , reader is nooooot...? the trailblazer but could possibly be interpreted as such if you squint

characters inc:- welt yang , gepard landau ( includes post-belobog arc content, not extremely spoilery but take note that i chose after the jarillo-vi conclusion to open up more opportunities >:3 )

together with welt yang . . .

welt has lived life longer than perhaps anyone on the express, being from another world and used to living as the first ( second generation ) herrscher of reason, a herrscher that sided with humanity. he didn't expect to get sucked into another adventure, one where he'll meet many companions, see unbelievable sights or even... fall in love.

he's an old soul, yet his heart still has a grand passion for what he does. the fire within him burns, and perhaps, you stoke the flames. a motivation unlike any other to show you the wonders of the galaxy— of every world.

his love is not the most openly shown, an old man can be embarrassed sometimes. especially in the face of his family of the astral express. his affections for you are for you two only. his touches, his words, the little things that make sparks fly are all special and meant for your ears and eyes only. be it in the privacy of his room, or late nights when everyone else is fast asleep, he'll always find a way to make his love for you known when nobody else is looking.

time together with you is always time well spent. he enjoys it perhaps just a little more than going on adventures with everyone. you could be doing anything, and he wouldn't mind simply sitting in silence together with you. it's comforting, relaxing. it's moments like these where he gets to unwind with you. it's essentially a recharge— he doesn't even have to hold you ( but if you'd like that, he'd be more than happy to ).

he used to be an artist— an animation storyboard artist. his skills on paper would definitely outmatch the rest of the crew. he already likes to have his experiences captured in little drawings in his notebook. well, you happen to be one big, long lasting experience. one that he can't wait to see what more comes while experiencing it. you swear that you can catch him gazing at you every other day, and you always see his pencil moving across the papers in his book. inside are sketches of you in all your beauty, how he adores you, even complete with little notes about the things you like.

he wishes to show you the world, all there is to be seen across the entire galaxy. he will be there, to guide you, to accompany you. it's not that he doesn't trust the rest of the crew, but really, this is the closest thing to a date you've ever gotten. taking in the sights of new worlds, creating new memories together, and maybe getting tossed in a bit of trouble along the way. sure, it may be tiring or troublesome, but he wouldn't want to face it with anyone else.

those that come across him know him as welt yang, but this is the name he has inherited. he doesn't tell it often, perhaps, but at least you know him. the real him. he's not just welt to you, but also joachim. it is something he entrusted to you, who he is, who he once was, who he shall become— everything about him.

he adores you, and all your entirety. you are like a burning star in the galaxy above, one that burns with him.

together with gepard landau . . .

gepard, captain of the silvermane guards is a busy, busy man. between his duties as captain and his daily life, he does his best to find time for you. his lack of charm is exactly what makes him charming, some may say. he's no nonsense, stubborn, "famously uncompromising" ( as his sister claims ) with an unmatched loyalty. it sounds horrendous, but perhaps that's exactly why you love him.

you tell him he should prioritise his duty first and foremost, he is an important figure in belobog, after all. and he does, he stubbornly commits to it. even if he can see in your eyes that you're hesitantly letting him go again. it's in these rare moments that he gives you a small, warming smile and a gentle embrace— he tells you that he'll do his best, for the preservation of belobog, for its people— and most importantly, you.

bothering him on patrol isn't one of your favourite activites, there are definitely more enriching things out there, but you still do it from time to time. usually, it's when the nights are a little colder and you can't seem to sleep. it's the same old thing, each and every time. he tells you you should get home, but not after a quick walk together with him. you'd chat about the little things, and he'd even shyly try to hold your hand in such a moment. after that, he personally escorts you back to your residence, and never forgetting to leave without a kiss goodnight. it may be a simple kiss on the back of your hand, or you might get up for a quick kiss on the cheek. you don't know what you do to him.

gepard doesn't strike me as a type that knows a lot in this area. he was born and raised as a noble child, and then went straight into becoming a protector of the city he grew up in. he'd feel a little flustered at a few things, the ideas and thoughts that come to him while together with you. he's even more embarrassed as he goes to his sister for advice on how to deal with such emotions. he reads books, fiction of romance that he does best to turn into your reality. it's not perfect— he's still clueless on what's a really good date— but he's always trying harder just for you.

it's not often that he gets free time, but once he does, he's quick to seek you out... after his sister of course. for many good reasons, actually. other than the usual check in with his sister he loves so dearly, she is more helpful than most others despite her teasing. serval is a big source of support in his relationship with you, not to say you two can't handle it yourselves. he's just rather clueless about love as a whole sometimes, and she's there to give him a little nudge in the right direction. thanks to her, gepard brought you flowers once, and he does it every so often.

never underestimate the lengths he'd go for you. he may be constantly out there in the front lines trying to combat the antimatter legion and the fragmentum, and he may be busy with training the guards or some other silvermane business, but he would always keep you in mind. you're part of his motivation, and you've grown to be the biggest part of it. you could tell him it's nothing important, if you ask for something, like a favour or likewise, but because it's you, he'll put it right at the top of his priorities. you are his priority.

dates are difficult, especially when you're captain of the guards. walking around with him attracts more attention than any other thing, but it doesn't stop him from inviting you out. the luxuries of belobog would be easy for him to indulge in, as a landau and as captain, but truly, simply spending time with him is enough. your favourite dates are ones where you freely walk aimlessly in the day, perhaps after a bite to eat. fresh snowfall is light upon the city streets, unlike the eternal freeze. you find it hard to resist temptation, letting yourself be swept off your feet for a sweet kiss in the everlasting winter snow.

gepard landau has an immense lack of charm. he's stubborn, he's uncompromising, and maybe even a little dense or a little blunt. but the brighter side of these qualities always show around you. he'll find a way to see you, and he won't rest until he has. his lack of knowledge in this department has him cutely flustered from time to time, but also has him doing unknowingly romantic things. he loves you, and he wants you to know that.

[anonymouscheeses]

Im sorry i have to say it..: Get Your Hands Dirty sounds like a love song.

HEAR. ME. OUTT!! (No i dont mean a love song between Chloe n Ella omg 😭)

What I'm implying here is that it sounds like one of those niche high school love stories when one of the lovers(most likely a goodie two-shoes) goes to their mentor/parent/even the person their loving/etc to ask for advice on relationships. Or more specifically, if this person is worth it or even a good person. From the top of my head: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) and the goodie and the wildchild dynamic is pretty similar to Gabriella and Troy from hs musical, which iws(iil) kinda inspired this post tbh but also ive been thinking about this ever since i first watched the movie. (You plop in ur own songs, i js KNOW this trope exists)

Now that we've established the well used niche trope existing in this niche song made by the niche king that is Disney.... why do i think that Get Your Hands Dirty is a love song, i hear?

Lets analyze THE LYRIICS 😈😈

"Right and wrong, cruel and kind, who's to say?" "There's a code that I believe in."

"Robin Hood" "yeah?" "Awesome guy" "yeah!"

"Every choice, you're gonna find there's shades of grey." "There are rules for a reason!"

"So you could then cross that line, theoretically."

"You'd agree?" "But he stole for the poor."

"The decision's always up to you. When there's only one thing left to do"

"I don't know you anymore.."

Okay, so i shortened and made it tiny for obvious reasons, that bein its too long 😭 so! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS A FEEELIN?? a feelin that this is SCREAMING denial?! Its giving...

Chloe: Ellaaaa.... this girl im talkn to is SOOO HHHOOOOTT and PRETTY and cool and stuff but ugh.... SHE EEEVILLL!!

Ella: oh my gosh.. STFU. Shes prolly not even that evil ill prove it smh..

*get ur hands dirty starts playing. No exaggeration. No cap.*

"Okay, but there's some universal truths you must recognize." "Like?"

"Valiant knights, pure and good, guaranteed" "That depends on what they're fighting for"

"Creepy witches selling potions for evil deeds" "She could have kids she's providing for"

"If your good-good things will come to you"

MORE denial, Chloe wants to be friends with Red SO bad she looks stupid, but she brings herself back by trying to prove to herself that she's evil and they SHOULDN'T be that close. Which also is a big sign of comphet and heteronormativity, i would know 🧍 (which is a post for another day i might make. Prolly 2 prove that Chloe is a lesbian in deep comphet)

"But just how far do you go? How much do you compromise? Oh, tell me, how do you know. Where do you draw the line?"

"There's nothing I wouldn't do. If my heart tells me it's right. If it's for someone I love. If it's to save a life."

"To save your life."

Further deepening the trope i mentioned. The first line could be interpreted as a double meaning since the song is kind of mostly about Chloe coming to terms with the fact Red isn't really evil or as bad as she thought, plus the argument of where the line between evil and good is. It could refer to Red or Ella, maybe both, but Ella changes the meaning with her own experiences so it drifts off the focus from Red because we cant have ANYTHING 🤧 but i still believe Chloe intended it to be for Red since the entire song is really just for the progress of their relationship n stuff.

Now this could definitely all be in my head, yes, Disney would most likely NEVER canonize or even imply heavily a queer relationship or anything lgbtq on a pre established franchise (cowards.). But there is always a chance.... deep inside the dark heart of the mouse..

Plus, with the subtle hints here and there of Red and Chloe's relationship growing, romantically or not, they are still super close and love eachother alot. Chloe is js (kinda) canonically a girl kisser who cant help but find a girl kissable (same)

And don't get me started on this movie and its obsession with love and proving how it is not "ain't it". Hello...? They set the tone of love, but i see NO person close enough to Red established for this message (other than Chloe) and if they introduce some random guy in the next movies, NO ONE would care nor would they want it unless somehow its 100x better than redcharming, but thats impossible cz wlw 4 life.

So, this entire thingy is me basically finding scraps and wanting to provr that charminghearts IS canon and WILL be established soon! (Im delulu)

[cr4yolaas]

WHIPLASH — LOOK BACK

work is horrifying. men are horrifying. the whole world is horrifying, and horribly against her. she tries not to let her structure crumble — but there are limits to everything.

002. that's the industry, baby! / masterlist / 004. distractor

"I hate him," she mutters under her breath. It's barely a whisper beneath the noise around them, but the anger laced in it is pungent. He watches her take one, two, three sips from her drink before slinking down onto the wooden counter.

"You still haven't told me why."

Her head slowly rotates, shifting around in the nook she's created with her folded arms, to face him in all his midnight glory. The music is nothing but white noise, and all she can hear is the subtle thumping of her heart against her ribs.

(She doesn't really remember how he looked that night. All she recalls is his signature hat and the pretty jewelry he wore.)

There's only a string of restraint left in her. Her rationale — fine-tuned and perfectly curated after just a few years of surviving through this industry — tells her to keep quiet; that any details about her irritation and regret, no matter how long they may fester in the pools of her stomach, cannot slip out. But when he lays down to match her position and whispers a question, one she barely misses, the little string snaps.

"I'll just listen, if you want. No advice. No input. Just an ear."

(What happens between that and the moment they find themselves outside is a blur.)

It all spills out, the reservoir that she's been carefully maintaining up until then bursting at the seams. She rambles on about shitty coworkers, who can't seem to stop relying on her, shitty editors, who don't have any sense of proper management, and a shitty ex, who used all of it to get his way. All of her — the people pleasing, the work obsession, the ease in which she let things happen under the guise that something good would come out of it all. She tells him about it all in chronological order (because it's the only way she seems to remember things these days), from the opportunities he'd stolen from her grasp and the arguments and the pure, bubbling humiliation she feels just from thinking about it.

And he listens. Like he'd promised.

A part of her finds solitude in the knowledge that her chances of seeing him again are slim to none. Another part longs to see him again — how can she resist when he looks at her like she'd hung up the stars over their heads?

(The rest of the night is gone to time. She can't recall anything — she actively tries not to, a subconscious decision made the day after. What she does know is that she regrets it — regrets baring her soul, wide open, for someone gone so quickly.

It's a necessary evil. She knows she can't grow attached. But part of her wishes he'd stayed, just for another hour.)

★ super short filler/interlude :) a little background on megs' and yn's history

★ this took place when yn just transferred publishing companies -- she wasn't a sport editor at the time, hence why she didn't recognize him

★ i'll leave this chapter up for interpretation buttt there is an actual plot behind it, mainly w/ what happened @ yn's old company

★ in the main tl, the aespa fangirls don't know abt this night nor anything that yn shared </3 they r under the assumption that she transferred js for the fun of it

★ they minus toge

★ i rlly don't like how this one came out but i couldn't figure out how else to write it without it getting too detailed. this night is meant to be a memory that yn tries to force down, which is why it isn't as in-depth

★ hope u all enjoyed :)

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[authormars]

on ur dialuci hcs u said they both lose themselves while doing the nasty so js how messy r they while they do it 😭?? in depth explanation pls 🙏

whos anoning asking about sex. Ask it with your real URL coward

Lucifer's explanation first.

Mfer almost never bottomed before Diavolo and didn't really hook-up/date outside of him either (he's busy) so the first time Diavolo fucked him and it felt as good as it did, mfer didn't know how to react.

Ever since that first time, it's mainly that Diavolo gets lost in sensations and stops holding back and that guy has stamina for days and fucks like an animal, so Luci is left a crying, pleading mess

Diavolo explanation

He's a royal demon and can get very primal, sin creature, animalistic bc of that. Demons haven't been civilized for long enough he's lost that root. Because of this, if something feels really good (for example, pounding into Lucifer's sweet ass) he loses his mind in it.

This doesn't happen all of the time, but if they haven't been together for a long ass time, you bet those mfers are going for at least two rounds and both of them are losing themselves.

As for mess, it depends. Diavolo is good about cleaning up afterwards normally, but if he's in instinct brain (all he wants to do is have his queen/mate near him) he'll rely on Barbatos to clean.

As for them, Luci normally showers afterward cause ew sweat gross and he's normally bleeding from somewhere (Diavolo is a biter) and Dia will normally shower with him for "help" (this is a trap, he's still horny)

If this doesn't answer your ask, sorry. Feel free to send me another, this was my interpretation but I am also very bad at reading (jk but also I am)

[dayshift-confessions]

TLDR i wish ppl would do what the game didnt do and flesh out black jack as a his own person. maybe focus on his frustations with relying on someone else to keep his promise and the dehumanization he goes thru.

i like that black jack is getting more included in fanarts and being drawn n stuff but i wish that people actually explored his actual character and his feelings without relying on other characters

ever since i finished dsaf 3 ive had this concern for him like. imagine youre pretty much made of pure vengeance and anguish and you have to watch the other half of yourself sit on his ass and causing destruction for decades with another insufferable dude before MAYBE taking action (im considering most popular interpretation of the timeline which is where jack willingly kills at least 5 children, i find that irredeemable so thats why im giving him so much shit. otherwise i js wouldnt be making this point). on top of that everyone treats the husk of yourself as the "real" you just because he barely resembles a human and youre a dog with some goofy ass attire. I get that he's a self centered asshole but is that not just jack?? do peter, dee and dave even know that man

ON TOP OF THAT at the end of it all you, a grown man who happens to resemble a dog, gets *HANDED* to that insufferable purple man and expected to be by his side for eternity just because he was friends with your counterpart liek... he cant get a break. idk just trying to see things from his perspective. maybe im wrong, its late

:(

[txtmetonight]

The Four Layers of the Human Body—Robert Wun

call summary ⋆ ★ My interpretation (?) of Robert Wun's 'Four Layers of the Human Body' with the hyung line and their love.

or

The skin, flesh, bones, and soul of the Hyung line

pairing *. * Skz Hyung Line x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Angst, Fluff

warnings *. Bad grammar (swiftly checked)

call duration⋆ ★ 1.3k

a/n*. * I put links to how the layers look if you have no idea about what I'm talking about !! Also js go look it up for more clarification ajaja

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

Bang Chan ㅤ─────ㅤBones

Chan is strong—he is the backbone of his group. With his shoulders perked high as tall as mountains, he leads on with such great force—with such a fierce look that reeks of his might. Yet that's not all for all he is, he's everything else.

He cages his member with the promise of safety—in pure protection of his own, he holds them up with their dependence rested on his chest, and in a mellow fashion, he moves them to the top.

Because that's where they belong. Yes, everyone knows.

But who is supporting Chan? Who does he rely on? For if you look a little closer, you'll see that his ribs are caving in, his walk is stiff and aching, and his arms dangle side to side uselessly, with no control of them.

So when he falls, he breaks little by little. Small fractures that mimic rivers, follow up with him. But yet, he still gives all that he has to his members, who are his organs—his everything.

Until you came along, with a small cast in hand and a huge grin that glows so brightly that it put the striking sun to shame. And now, even though Chan takes a blow for his members, cracks his skull—his ribs because truly that is inevitable; you're always there to patch him back up with your sweet hands cradling his face. You kiss him where his ruptures tear into him and wipe away the tears when they fall.

And then you proceed to grab a roll of bandages and slowly fix him up. Piece by piece. Shatter by shatter.

Lee Minho ㅤ─────ㅤSkin

He knows that he can come off as a little scary—Minho knows that very well. And it's not that he can really help it, it's more so that he's engulfed in flaps of his skin, all so ugly and monster-like. All so he could protect himself—not let anyone else in.

But sometimes when he accidentally pushes himself too much and scrapes his knees, little icky germs get in and swirl in his blood streams until he's sick of looking at himself in the mirror. Until his fingertips have to pull back at blubber, lift it up a little more, just so so hideous and mean. And then he promises to himself that he'll be more careful. He won't break his skin again.

God, it's so horrible that he just has to cover himself more and more. More uglier—more tougher. Just for him at night to be suffocated by all the mass pressing onto his chest and into his throat—all the weight and the guilt that spills all over him attached like a parasite all because he decided to do this.

But then for the first time in his life, Minho jolts when he feels nimble prodding at his droops. Not enough to hurt but enough to let little sparks of warmth drip over him.

Through the flabby parts that cover his eyes, he finds a curious angel staring at him. You're staring at him with a wonder held in your eyes, with constellations that dance and twirl. You're not scared. Why?

At first, he thinks that he's allergic to you—allergic because his heart starts to patter and his skin starts to peel away. He puts on another layer, shivering with fear when you smile at him and your eyes crinkle so prettily. Yet quickly enough, it just comes back off. He's exposed.

And then slowly as time comes along, on the ground lays him. The past him. The protected him. But now, out comes the vulnerable Minho, cold and scared, but when you nuzzle your head against him, he just melts. Another piece of him comes falling down.

Finally, when you notice that he's down to his last layer of skin you strip back it off and expose the beauty that lies within. The true Minho.

With pouty lips and furrowed brows, uncovered fully in front of you. Every twitch of him. And then comes the realization that there's nothing between you both. Not a flab of skin.

So he kisses you. Softly.

Seo Changbinㅤ─────ㅤFlesh

'One flesh'

What does it mean? It means to love another as fully as if you were bonded with them, every tendon, every vein, every muscle, under a blanket of flesh.

To where the beating of a heart is silent through the vows of another, to where your fingers tangle underneath the night sky and the warmth of your flesh brings a certain flush to your face. A selflessly giving, devoted, generous, and eternal love that's just so beautiful.

A soulmate you melted in. Bonded in with. Became as one. Became as one flesh. Seo Changbin is your flesh. He is your love. And you are his.

Changbin thrives with so many nerves and veins. He is so full of energy every day. He is just so warm and so beautiful and and and. Electrifying. God, and so loving, even though he's a bit intimidating at first, gruffly staring with his face locked in a set position.

But that's okay,. Because when you wipe the strand of hair out of his eyes and litter his poor cheeks with butterfly kisses, his eyes glaze over in love. Love of you.

Especially when you kiss him on the neck, where his nerves are most vibrant buzzing as they travel into his gut, raising a wave of butterflies. It's lovely. Truly. Really.

Seo Changbin is your flesh. He is your love. And you are his. Now forever concealed as each other's other half—one flesh as you both awaken in the mornings and go to sleep at night.

Stunning boy, though. Your stunning boy.

Hwang Hyunjinㅤ─────ㅤSoul

Stunning Hyunjin. And the cosmos kneel down to him for his beauty is so bright—so blinding they have never seen anything like it. Draped in veils of jewels and crystals, Hyunjin is utterly, devastatingly alluring.

He catches everyone's eyes, keeping them locked with a striking face and a puckered smile. And with an elegant walk, he strides down in confidence with a stunning robe that trails behind him. Hail his divinity and everything else that he is. Hum.

But that's all everyone sees anyway. His beauty.

And it's not like he minds that much, it's just that he wishes that they would just look a little closer. A little deeper into who he was. Saw the face underneath the drape. An expression that mourns about him himself because he is lost to the physical appearance of the jewels that stare back at him in the mirror.

The soul is intricate. Hyunjin is intricate.

That is all.

That is all he wants someone to see, to touch, and to kiss so softly as butter melting. He wishes to see truly the eyes of another when he holds his hands out, to hug them wholly and love them to the fullest without them even staring at the brilliance of stones that scatter along him.

And you do. You do it so well that Hyunjin sobs to it.

You do it as you press your lips against him, with the veil just in between because truly that is him. You still taste the strawberry chapstick on him...so you don't mind at all.

The jewels that make small, rounded indents into your skin when you press into him with your cheeks chubbed together with his; are nothing at all. They don't even ache.

Most importantly of all. You see his face—the truest of him, the love that he holds for you. Just underneath all of that drape. And then for the rest of the nights that you hold together with him, underneath moons and the planet of Venus, you promise him that you'll always find him.

Even if he's lost underneath the blankets of beauty. You will always cherish Hyunjin and the intricate features of him—of inside him Because he is more. More than allure itself.

The soul is beautiful. But Hwang Hyunjin is more.

[spicyspiders]

Hii, could we possibly get a part 2 for stay the night?

If so fluff pls! Js like Abby Y/N and Mike hanging out and eating breakfast

Maybe Abby and Y/N talking about how she dislikes max, maybe them bringing Abby to the pizzeria, and maybe even some kisses between Y/N and max

Pls! And if not feel free to js ignore !!

❤️😽 tyy!

I didn’t write them taking Abby to the pizzeria, but I hope you still like it.

Falling asleep to a background noise wasn’t something that you found uncommon. Normally, it would be a fan or rain, but after following Mike back to his place, you found your eyes growing heavy at the sound of sizzling bacon.

Your eyes open with a gasp when you hear movement from the doorway, “morning, Abby,” you say with a yawn. You try to stretch out your drowsiness with an accompanying groan, but by the time you’re done, you don’t feel much more awake.

You’re given a blank look by Abby, one that has you grinning. When you look over at Mike, he’s watching you with a soft look. “Don’t burn the bacon,” you say, scolding him with no actual heat behind the words, “you know Abby doesn’t take her bacon like that.”

“Is she gone?” Abby asks as she pulls back a chair and sits down. She sets her papers and markers down on the table, a few of the sheets already drawn on.

“Max? She left not too long ago,” you respond. You try your best to look at the sheets already full of color to try and interpret them, but Abby places a blank sheet on top and uncaps one of her markers.

“Pancakes or waffles-”

“Waffles,” you say, cutting Mike off.

“Abby,” Mike finishes.

You watch Abby with bated breath as she pauses her drawing to make her decision. They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so it’s only fitting that his question had the power to completely make, or break your day. You sat poised in your chair, ready in a slit second to leave if Abby chose-

“Waffles,” Abby answers.

“Yes!” You say, your voice full of excitement. Abby gives you another blank look, and Mike rolls his eyes, the smile back on his face.

You get up and grab the syrup from the fridge and the waffles from the freezer as Mike sets the plate of bacon down on the table.

“One or two, Abby?” Mike asks as he grabs the plates and silverware.

“One,” Abby responds after another short moment of thought.

You set the cold box down in front of the toaster and then set the syrup in the middle of the table. You step around Mike to grab three glasses, as well as juice from the fridge to set down again on the table.

Back in front of the toaster, Mike steps up beside you and leans heavily against you. “One or two?” You ask softly.

Mike wraps an arm around your waist to get more comfortable, “one.”

It’s quiet for a few moments as you wait for the waffles you had popped in to finish before putting the last one inside. “Ouch,” you hiss as the waffles momentarily burn your fingers as you quickly place them down on the plates.

“You okay?” Mike asks, his voice laced with concern. He lifts your hand to his face to look over your fingers carefully.

“I’m fine,” you respond with a soft laugh and pull your hand away to put the last waffle into place.

Mike steps away to place one of the two plates in front of Abby, but not before pressing his lips softly to your cheek. He returns seconds later with another kiss pressed to your cheek. You lean into the kiss and your body follows suit as you lean against Mike. You feel your eyes grow heavy again until you’re awakened from the ding of the toaster.

“Hungry?” You ask Mike.

Mike grunts softly, his arm tightening around you momentarily before he pulls his arm away and takes the last plate to the table.

You sit and eat quietly after pouring you and Mike a glass of juice. You were too tired to even think too hard about how Abby only poured a glass for herself. Personally, you thought it would have been much better for her to pour a glass for the three of you because you ended up spilling a little bit of it when you poured your and Mike’s glass. You would just blame that on your exhaustion.

“I don’t like her,” Abby says when she’s done and she’s pushed her plate away.

“Like who?” Mike asks.

“Max,” she responds and you and Mike share a look.

“Why?” You question.

“She smells like aunt Jane,” Abby responds as she continues drawing.

“It does stink,” you respond under your breath and let out a hiss of pain when Mike elbows you, “what? She smells like a senior center!” You say, rubbing at your side.

Much to your surprise, Abby smiles at your comment, the sight filling your body with happiness. When you look back over to Mike, he’s shaking his head with a frown.

“You’re a bad influence,” Mike says as he takes a sip of juice.

Your silverware falls to your plate with a clang, “I’m a great influence. Without my influence you would still be a pancake family.”

Mike lets out a huff before turning back to his plate to finish his waffle. You smile a smug smile as you finish your own before Abby stops drawing to look up and ask Mike a question.

“Can I go to work with you?”

“No, Abby.”

“Why?” Abby whines.

“This isn’t like my job at the mall, it’s not a place for kids.”

“He gets to go with you,” Abby says, pointing her marker in your direction.

“He isn’t a child,” Mike says, and you can’t help but laugh at the words. “Even though he acts like one,” he says under his breath.

You turn to glare at Mike, but your expression falls away when you hear Abby’s giggle, “and I’m the bad influence,” you say and grab the dirty dishes on the table.

“Why don’t we go to the mall?” Mike asks after Abby’s giggles die down, “the new art supply store is open, maybe we can get you some new markers?”

“And then we can start selling your artwork. You’ll be the new Picasso,” you add after placing the dishes into the sink.

With the blank look they both give you, they truly are brother and sister. You turn and grumble to yourself and the dishes as you turn the water on. You weren’t up to washing them, but you at least could let them soak.

When you turn from the sink, Abby is gone and Mike is leaning against the doorway. “Where’d Abby go? Aren’t we going to the mall?” You ask as you step up to Mike while wiping your hands on your pants.

Mike presses a sweet, syrupy kiss to your lips before responding, “I told her we will after our nap.”

You send Mike a grateful smile, one that he returns before pulling you by the wrist to his bedroom. You don’t even have enough energy to make a sexual joke about how quickly he’s pulling you there.

In his own way though, Mike beats you to it, “later,” he whispers against your mouth after pulling you close once you’re in his room. He shuts the door with a soft click before going to rummage around in his dresser.

You wordlessly get dressed into the change of clothes he pulls out for you both, snickering at each other when you stumble on tired legs trying to get out of your pants.

Under the covers, you get as close as you can. Your legs tangle together and Mike rests his head on your chest. By the time you’re burying a hand into his hair to run your fingers through the dark locks, you almost aren't sure where you start and Mike ends.

[aureatchi]

in another world, i’m on fyodor’s lap abt finished deciphering his 3pg’d interpretation in russian annotated on his copy of metamorphoses: orpheus & eurydice. in reality, i js finished writing three essays. no fedya btw. 😔

[dracomort]

This is a bit of a weird question but in TTC series how does Tom actually feel when Draco cries? He comforts him, but does it make him sad or angry or something? Or does he think of it as something Draco js does a lot, w no real feeling abt it?

I think this ask reply essentially covers the same topic, so should help.

In general, when writing Bluebeard, I always thought of Tom as someone who doesn't so much care about Draco's feelings, as he cares about how Draco makes him feel. So when Draco's upset, Tom isn't getting what he wants out of their relationship. Thus, he goes about getting Draco back to the state in which Tom enjoys his company. Sounds pretty cold but functionally it's the same thing as being a good boyfriend 😂. Not to say he has zero empathy for Draco, but it comes and goes in little flickers. His brain just works different.

I would say Tom does care... but it gets funnelled through a self-interested lens. If you break down Tom's thought process then I think it would come across quite cold, however, you've also got to remember how emotionally immature/stunted he is. Those feelings that, in another person, might be recognised as care or concern, somehow are twisted around in Tom's head. I mean, in TTC he literally feels physical pain at the thought of killing Draco and decides that the feeling was the aftermath of creating a Horcrux 🤦🏻‍♀️

"I don't like it when you're sad because then you aren't fun to be around, which means I'm not happy/entertained" is how his brain interprets "you being unhappy makes me unhappy". Tom... that's empathy.

Emotions also make him uneasy because he can't solve or fix the problem the way he would with a magical or intellectual puzzle. As with Tom in 'Blood', where he takes Draco to a Healer and then is mad his PTSD isn't miraculously resolved in a 20 minute appointment. That sense of helplessness is what makes him uneasy and frustrated and is why he keeps pushing for Draco to 'get over it' in Bluebeard Ch3.