#like does it rly make sense no but use ur imagination

[hazieash]

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[wifeiy]

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u have probably heard/read me say 90% of these yet I still ran out of tags SOMEHOW. one of tehse days we will be together when it rains and Won't that be lovely day. also ride your wave + maquia + eeaao + your name (idk y). Ok i willstop rhere fr. see u in like 10 hours. HEH.

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[etherealkissed88]

“ive been persisting for a year and my 3d still hasnt conformed!” 𓆩✧𓆪

stop TRYING to get shit in the 3d! trying will not get you anywhere but experiencing more trying! remember the 3d reflects self! if you are assuming/being the one who is trying and waiting for shit to conform then what do u expect? more of that will reflect…

𓆩★𓆪 if you have been “persisting for a year,” i can assure you two things:

thing 1: you were persisting in what you dont want/fears/doubts & identifying w them

thing 2: you were not being the version of you who already has it / you were not being in the state of the wish fulfilled

thing 1: persisting in what you dont want/fears/doubts: you can have all the doubts you want, but when you identify w them / persist in them, then you flop. when u assume/do techniques, you are choosing to identify as another version of you. key word = identify ->

if i identify as the version of me who is living my dream life, does it make sense to look at a doubt and identify w it? or assume the doubt has bad meaning? no. it makes sense that i move on from it bc i already identified as the one who has it. the doubt is just there, neutral.

continuing to identify w the version of you who has it regardless of the 3d

= persisting

= applying the law

persisting = continuing to hold an idea or identity as true even when you manifest it, you will still be persisting in it because you will continue to hold it as fact. you are always persisting in something.

𓆩★𓆪 “how to not identify w a doubt?”

1) move on from it. focus on something else. ur only job is to assume it in the 4d only. if you feel lack, dont panic, feel the doubt & when ur ready, change self/states theres no need to push urself into anxiety. ur desire isnt going anywhere. relax.

2) identify as the one who has it. when u truly identify as the one who has it, any doubt would seem worthless.

𓆩★𓆪 “how to identify w it?”

assume that is ur identity already in imagination. its a simple decision. techniques are there to help to so use them to satisfy yourself in imagination, not to see 3d change. i say this because you need to get out of this 3d trap ->

3d trap = you assume you have something & feel good and then when you look at the 3d, you let that make you feel like shit

solution: know the 3d is always neutral and only you add meaning to it + know the 3d literally reflects imagination + focus on satisfying ur inner self only

sweet gentle reminder: STOP TRYING AND START BEING! YOU DUMBASS CUNT

thing 2: not being the version of you who already has it / not being in the state of the wish fulfilled. state of wish fulfilled = you know you have it already (in imagination); nothing in the 3d can change that

there are infinite versions of you (rich you, broke you, sexy you, business woman you, 100k followers you, annoying you). your job (or should i call it privilege) is to choose one version of you and identify with it in imagination and boom its done.

1. choose the version of you that you want to be

2. identify w it in imagination (via techniques to satisfy your inner self)

3. know its a fact because you just experienced it in the real reality (imagination aka inner self)

4. know any fake illusions of reality (3d) are neutral

𓆩★𓆪 in summary, if you are aware of it not reflecting after persisting for 100 years, you are saying that your senses & 3d mean more than inner self (even tho the 3d is a reflection of inner self). stop forgetting that it is all neutral. it is all inner self reflecting! CHANGE SELF!

𓆩★𓆪 the 3d is a form of inner self so it makes common sense to go to the source and change self (imagination). idc about how long youve been persisting bc if you were rly doing ur job and assuming it in imagination, you would know you are god who has whatever she claims in an instant.

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kisses, jani 𓆩★𓆪

[blue-jisungs]

genre au question hmmm honestly i love aus we both know this i feel like it would be so fun to do more video game crossover fics like obv u did horizon yeonjun au and idk anything abt the witcher really but ik u love it so I feel like u should do a the witcher au lmao or stardew valley !! or any of your other fav media/games rly <3

anyway not a req obv just throwing out ideas since no one else seems to be answering >:(

oh man before i even answer i just wanna say i love you so much and i really truly do treasure you:( im gonna be honest YEAH i was a little sad no one answered it bc well,, i wanna write for the readers and the readers in question ?? whatever. so thank u sm zanzan i may or may have not teared up a bit once i saw this !! also bare w me bc u just mentioned a hobby of mine and i am foaming like a dog bc I WANNA RANT 🤞

anywho! YES. i luv video games!!! i feel like the horizon one was a flop but so what??? i had so much fun and just imagining and digging up this whole world, researching for the fic is just SO FUN??? like genuinely!!!

stardew au does sound fun and i’ll deffo try it in the future!! i just know u r wiring ur jaehee one so im lowkey waiting for yours first if that makes sense?? but deffo, there’s so many possibilities 🥹🥹🥹 (harvey idol x careless farmer reader who constantly gets hurt in the mines ?? just throwing it out there :3)

AND AND WITCHER. zanzan i am aware that friends remeber stuff about each other but it still made me go “omg… u know i love the witcher?!” (as if lkke,, i don’t talk abt it…) ALSO am i wearing a witcher hoodie rn. yes, yes i am.

but DUDE. the witcher au has so many possibilities and branches and the angst and fluff AND ALSO ROOM FOR COMBAT AND MEDIEVAL SETTING🗣️🗣️🗣️ like obviously i don’t usually write combat themed fics (i think) and i just loveee it sm:( also maybe just because this was my fav thing to write abr in polish and i feel like it always turned out really good so i wanna master writing combat scenes as good in english as well teehee (bc it’s just so dynamic yknow?? i can’t even explain it😭)

btw everytime j write a medieval themed piece, i think abt the witcher like../ its just wired in my brain (also like … i know its not technically medieval but the game just has those vibes) AND fun fact actually, the taehyun medieval thing (not finished yet) is loterallt based on 1) exactly the witcher setting u guessed it 2) one of the side quests in the witcher 3!!

speaking of which bc hell yeah im gonna be annoying!! also whenever i write vampires i just use the witcher mechanics of how they live/prosper (cough this cough) BC IT JUST MAMES SL MUCH SENSE!?

and while we r here, i know u don’t read skz much but i just gotta link this !! my mootsie mother @chachachannah once wrote this witcher/ish au as well and just…. yknow. i think it’s a polish thing LMAO

thank u for reading all of this i just got really excited:( love u sm!!!!! <3

[kaiserkisser]

What is it like having an f/o and how do you know if your experiencing romantic attraction to them? (like what does romantic attraction feel like, y'know) /genq

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haiii heart nonnie <333 ngl idk how well ill be able to answer ur questions but ill try! im honestly not the most qualified to answer so if anyone else wants to answer too please do!!!! (looking at all my moots rn lmao)

um for me atleast (idk abt others) having an f/o is kinda like having a comfort character inside your head? or like someone who would be your s/o if they existed irl? help idk how to explain it so ill just use myself as an example- kaiser is an f/o of mine, and i kinda realised that when i saw that i often daydream about him but the scenarios i think of include me too? like i often daydream of us doing little activities or just like- being together, the way you might for an irl love-

so like its rly comforting to have an f/o for me because i love them and in my head they love me back too- thats also how ik i feel romantic attraction towards them if that makes sense? like i wish they were real and i wish they loved me irl and were with me? so im pretty sure that equals romantic attraction? i wouldnt know abt tho bc ive only ever experienced it for fictional chars i think, so i wouldnt know if that applies universally 🫠🫠

help i think im making no sense 😭😭 um for a little example tho recently i was panicking before an exam and to calm myself down, i imagined my f/os with me comforting and reassuring me and it really helped tbh, so ig thats what its like to have an f/o? idk it prolly differs for different ppl tho aaaaaaaaa

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

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yall rly just are not getting what i had said in my original ask at all. like none of yall understand.

first of all, i can complain about it. thats what i did. i complained about it. let me explain this in a way that can make sense as to why im so upset about it.

imagine that regularly, every month for 2-3 years, you are given a piece of candy. now all of a sudden, youre being forced to pay for the candy. why do you have to pay for the candy? its always been free before so why now? it cant be because of a financial crisis, because the person supplying you has a steady income and makes more money than you have or probably will see in your whole life. i think its pretty fucking fair to be upset about it.

i dont expect it to change, i dont expect anyone to do anything about it. i dont expect everyone to understand, but god fucking damn it, i have grown up having even basic human fucking needs deprived of me because money is stupid and evil and yeah, yanno what, i think im entitled to being a little upset when yet Another Thing is being taken from me because i cant afford to give a rich white man money. no its not serious, i get that. but i dont know why me voicing that im upset about something automatically makes me childish and immature and apparently, according to past responses, a fucking loser who has no friends.

idk man. money is the root of all evil or whatever and i hate paying for art in general because its stupid that anyone even has the need to charge money for art or slap any kind of monetary value on it. i get that it sounds like im whining, but the way that i look at it, this kind of feeling for me runs a lot deeper than “i cant have my favorite content bc it costs money”

its very much a “its stupid that anyone should have to pay for these kinds of things because art shouldnt be monetized period but we live in a world where its Needed and that pisses me the fuck off because I HATE MONEYYYYYY I HATE ITTTTTT “ kind of thing lmao

like yall know how everyone is mad at streaming services for making you pay more for less shit when it used to be included in what you get??? its the same kind of vibe for me. why would i ever pay money for something that was free for half its existence or whatever lmao

idk i dont think anyone will really understand unless you grew up the way i did. its cool. its whatever. just maybe dont fucking attack me for complaining about financial situations/the ridiculous roundabout ways i have to go about getting shit that used to be free.

im not even mad about Erik himself being the one to do it. im mad that anyone does it. you should not force anyone to pay for shit that used to be free. shit should not cost more after time goes on. because none of it makes any fucking sense and money is stupid and grrrrrer whateverrrrrrr whateverrrrr it doesnt mattererrrrrrrr (thx to mod priest for putting up with all this btw love u dude, ur a pillar in this community truly and u see some of the worst shit that this fandom says and big props to you. i wont be commenting on this any further just for your sake tbh. much love, thank you for everything you do dude)

-⚡️🩸

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(thanks ⚡🩸 anon 🥺. Thats very sweet of you ❤️ love u too dude)

[xxwelxx]

I’m finally reading Blacklight Lens Flare 😁 spoilers ofc

Live thoughts (and childhood experiences yaay) :3 I’m writing as I go !!! This is very long btw

I’m so happy they get to explore a movie setting, I love movie settings I’m giggling and kicking my feet over here (I used to be interested in becoming a movie director when I was younger :,D it makes me happy to see my fav unit so passionate abt smth like this too)

Having to retake a whole scene bcz of a bug is so funny, I think I would lose my mind if an extra did that but I’ve never worked with extras so I wouldn’t know :p (but I can assume that it’d be a bit of a pain)

Also my experiences in directing movies was all done as a child, I would get my friends and cousins excited to act in a movie and we’d film every scene right after the other with a script we make up as we go. So them talking about doing scenes out of order makes me rly wish I got to partake in a scripted film. Ofc I am eternally grateful for all the people who actually went along with what I was envisioning. Even if it was rly frustrating at times, we were all children and I knew this.

WAAHHHH THEYRE SO LUCKY BEING ABLE TO LEARN ON A LEGIT MOVIE SET 🥀🥀🥀fictional characters ur so lucky…

They mentioned The Best Film Wrap too oh wow that even story made me so so happy for Nene, (spoilers for that ahead) I was a little salty that the seniors won… as they always do… even if they don’t deserve it… (ig those guys deserved it but I’m mad at schools around the world prioritizing seniors always sigh) but hey at least someone saw their hard work and effort. I’m very biased coz I was only aware of what nene’s class did but she should’ve won 1st place just saying 😪😪 at least 3rd :(, I’m head canoning that the mystery judge told the other judges who their pick was and then the judges didn’t even include them in their own judgements…

LMAO intense director

Very intense director goddamn 😭😭

Omg Rui’s talking about lighting, a subject a lot of directors these days are too afraid of 😋😋 WHATT WHO SAID LOLLL the wind is soo loud today hahaha whattt (istg if they don’t start lighting up these sets so I can see idk what I’m gonna do)

HIS FACE IS SO SERIOUS PLSS

YAAYY differences between theatrical and and film perspectives I am eating this event uppp oh wow. This event means sm to me

Rui talking abt film directing this is like everything I could’ve wanted I’m gonna sob on the floor

He’s so lucky… fictional character u r so lucky…

Sickening sickening

“Everything” intense director #2 LMAO

Omg rui’s not like other actors, these guys r so funny relax a bit

Mr fictional character u r so.. so.. lucky….

RIN 😭😭

He’s missing lunches…. Not even like a nutrition bar or smth? This intensity is so unhealthy I hope they eventually address it goodness gracious, and not just for rui either.

Hajime leaving the way a cat does so it doesn’t leave you with grief of its death wow wow. I haven’t talked abt the movie being filmed itself coz there wasn’t much to say, but this seems like a nice movie.

Woah the voice acting in this alone is so raw and quiet, I’m having trouble figuring out the potential framing of a scene like this esp in a loud environment like an airport. I feel like there would be a lot of distractions they can add to enhance a scene like this but that’s just my thoughts on an x + y = 7 equation if that makes sense. This was so random if I were to actually direct a scene like this I wouldn’t be surprised if everything I said was irrelevant to a final product. Still tho I can’t rly imagine what they’re going for off of only the voice acting and explanation.

Omg being able to portray something wrong on purpose is so difficult, even thru voice acting I legit said “WOAAHHH” out loud n 3 seconds later it’s mentioned everyone felt smth was off LMAO so I’m glad to see I wasn’t just being super nitpicky and it was intentional. This happens to me A LOTT any movie or story that has a plot twist character always has that character so oddly played and it makes me feel like the writers, actors or directors don’t care abt those characters. Then a reveal happens and I realize it’s on purpose. The only problem I have with noticing that is the fact that it unimmerses me from the universe they try to build and it makes me criticize these people in my head throughout the duration of the medium. I think that’s not smth they should be striving for, this is a very difficult thing to pull off n I’m just a freak for directing so I notice it a lot more. Maybe a casual viewer wouldn’t lose immersion for smth like that. Idk u guys tell me if u experience anything like this as well.

If they’re able to still have adequate foreshadowing that doesn’t make me question the director’s intentions over a character’s, I think they did a good job. Otherwise I’m just sat there flaming a director I don’t know for an hour+ lmao. It makes me feel a little better for the character but again it’s just smth was still wrong, whether it was me or them idk..

AHEM anyways back to the story, this director makes everyone so nervous I think he needs to relax a little for everyone’s sake. Ya he produces good results but u can get the same answer with multiple equations.

Okay this is amazing to see 😭😭 it was quiet on purpose and I wasn’t just imagining things, I bet he’s not used to how quiet he actually has to be for a movie vs theater

I love being correct sometimes

Did they not rehearse this scene at all?? A climax scene?? No rehearsing b4 booking a set to not waste time?????? okay :3 I’ll believe it

This director is so silly.. plz take care of ur crew man..

Before I read the rest of this, I wanna see if I can figure out what the problem will be. The part where he mentions “I bet that’s not even your real name” was said with too much disbelief rather than with the anger it deserves. It still feels like a string of lines that can and should be said quietly, but they should also be said quietly with the right emotions. He ramped it up right before they cut but I feel like the part he ramped up to should have been the energy he used to ramp up to something more. That’s my prediction, I’ll tell u how close I am when I get there :3

BROOO THESE PEOPLE NEED TO EAT 😭😭💀 THEYRE OVER HERE WONDERING WHY THEY CANT PLACE THEIR FINGER ON WHAT’S WRONG AND THEY’RE NOT GIVING THEIR BODIES THE SUSTENANCE IT NEEDS TO EVEN THINK don’t piss me off bro…

Bro. Bro they’re rly pissing me off bro 😭😭 BRO EAT EAT SOMETHING EAT STARVING WONT HELP U THINK

UR ALLOWD TO THINK WHILE EATING LIKE ITS NOT THAT HARD PLEASE I’m so angry man..

Editing the footage of sloppy acting is definitely one choice but honestly I think they need to address the root of the issue which I believe to be the acting itself. Also I think they need to eat smth before they get even dumber.

Oh lol literally the next line was saying essentially what I did (minus the eating part coz they’re stupid)

WOAH WHO’S THIS

Inchresting, changing a scene to suit an actor more, now that’s something I’m used to, I didn’t think it’d be the answer tho. Since we were all children and we had no script, I had adapt and compromise EVERY SINGLE SCENE to make sure it was still fun for everyone in the end. Except for my first attempt with my youngest cousin, I think her siblings got rly mad at her when she was messing things up. It was literally the final stretch of the movie tho so I think we were just desperate to get it done. WAIT NO I REMEMBER WHY SHE GOT MAD. It was the first part of a “horror” movie coz they eventually had to leave, and she got mad that she was killed off 😭😭. Wow the memories of that movie, I actually learned so much from it and still hold onto principles that made themselves known to me when I first filmed that. It was utter garbage looking back at it now but it’s still near and dear to my heart. After that I forced more of my cousins and friends to film “movies” with me, I didn’t act in most of them but I hope I made it as fun for them as they did for me. I remember also editing one of them.

WOAHH INTENSE DIRECTOR RELAAAAXX

HE WATCHED ALL OF REKI’S WORK IN LESS THAN A DAY ARE U OKAY MAN BRO I SWEAR IF U EAT SOMETHING YOU WONT HAVE TO THINK THIS HARD MAN PLEASE JUST EAT AN ORANGE OR SMTH did he even have breakfast? Tell me why I don’t think he did.

HE DIDN’T EVEN SLEEEEPPP AND YOU EXPECT TO THINK. Strike me down with lightning if I’m ever this stupid bro. I get it I’m also an insomniac but not getting energy from food AND sleep is a recipe for disaster this is horrible. U can’t skip both skipping both is so beyond bad.

Finally he’s getting fed, ur so right emu, tell him.

Oh thank goodness he realizes he needs it.

Wow would u look at that, food was the answer in more ways than one 💀

DID HE STILL NOT EAT BRO BRO ISTG

The script sucks so I was wrong :3 omg it was a novel??? Idk if I was distracted or they hadn’t mentioned it til now but still, if it worked in the novel there’s a way to make the impact of it work in film so maybe I’m not completely wrong and what I said is true.

These directors r so deprived of food I feel like I’m listening to internet explorer speaking to itself abt what to do.

Intense director is a freak..

THERE’S THE ANGERRR RAAHHHH thank goodness, they completely removed the problem part and lent its anger to the beginning yaayyy also the way they were trying to shoe horn book words instead of portraying it was a little funny I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was a novel 😭😭 esp if the co-star had no significant impact from those words alone it was so unnecessary to keep in that’s rly funny 💀💀 im so so sorry. Maybe they should eat next time and avoid oversights like this

I wasn’t completely correct but I still feel like a winner 😋

Dang directing is so fun, I wish I was able to do it more often.

FICTIONAL. CHARACTER. YOU ARE SO. LUCKY.

This npc is so funny

Dang cant wait for that event.

Anyways those r my thoughts 😋😋 definitely my favorite event story and just event in general. Still very mad at them never addressed the food thing.. like………. Likeeee……… but wtv ig.. these stories rly make me wish I continued my path towards directing or acting or anything. Rn I can’t but I hope one day I can find that path again.

Thx for reading :3c

[imnez-daydreams]

op/monic ur writing is incredible !! everything flows so smoothly. not sure how to explain properly but the way u wrote dex's pov was super realistic like it really felt like i was seeing every thought that crossed his mind ? the little

"he blinks."

"right."

"be normal."

right after dex gets lost in his thoughts about reader and reader asks him a question felt so real and believable. when u daydream and then the person continues the convo and asks a question, then u have that little snap back to reality with "oh right. yes." yaknow ?? idk i just rly liked how realistic ur writing was :)

another part of this was the

"not that he imagined it. not in a weird way."

"… okay, maybe in a weird way. but not bad. not wrong. it’s just that she’s real now. she’s standing right here in front of him, and her smile is crooked in this perfect little way like she doesn’t know she’s beautiful."

like thats soo human ?? when u go like "no it wasnt a bad idea" "...okay maybeee it was a bad idea" " youknow like idk if im making much sense but the way u wrote dex was super grounded ??

"and he doesn’t think she’d understand that. not yet. she’s used to boys who forget her favorite color, who don’t notice when she switches her perfume or skips eyeliner because she’s tired. they don’t see her. not the way he does. not the way he can."

"she doesn’t know yet that no one will ever love her like he does."

wow i had the same thought as i was reading thru that first paragraph ! how dex was the only one for reader, the only one who could love reader like him. just shows how good ur writing is that the connection gets to the person reading before u even say it !

the imagery and descriptions were all so pretty too ! how dex feels after every little reader says or does, what dex thinks when he studies reader.

thanks a lot for writing for dex !! really love ur writing, cheers to more dex content :))

the art of being seen. 𝜗𝜚 ben poindexter.

dex meticulously orchestrates the perfect accidental coffee shop meet-cute with the girl he’s been watching for months — every glance, every breath, every detail planned, rehearsed. she thinks it’s fate. he knows it is.

cw ᝰ .ᐟ fem reader ,, stalker themes ,, obsessive tendencies ,, dex is literally obsessed w you

⸺ 　she always comes in around 3:17.

not three-fifteen. not three-thirty. three-seventeen. she walks in like clockwork, the kind that ticks inside a glass dome on a mantelpiece—too precious to touch, too exact to ignore. ben has memorized the rhythm of the doorbell chime that sounds when she steps inside.

he doesn’t sit in the same spot every day. that would be obvious. suspicious. no, dex is smarter than that — he rotates. front-left table by the window on mondays, second row booth on wednesdays, the corner near the bathroom when he wants to be invisible. but no matter where he is, he always sees her.

he knows she doesn’t like when they get her order wrong (she never sends it back though, just drinks it quietly with that soft little frown that folds across her face like creased silk). he knows she reads with one earbud in, only the right one, and that her taste in music changes depending on the weather — he can tell the tempo of it from how she sways her foot. she wears her sleeves long and hides her hands when she’s nervous. she taps her phone twice before opening it, not once. she always lingers before she leaves, like she’s waiting for something.

someone.

he thinks that part is for him.

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it's not... wrong. it isn’t. he’s not hurting her. he’s protecting her. observing is the purest form of love. people always jump to the ugliest conclusions — stalker, obsessive, creep — but dex doesn’t see it like that. love is attention. love is detail. it’s knowing the exact curve of someone’s smile when they’re proud of themselves and the sound of their laugh when they’re caught off guard. and no one knows those things about her like he does. not even her friends. not even her.

besides, it’s not like he’s going to hide forever. he has a plan. he’s been careful, precise. he’s thought about every single angle, every word, every breath he’ll take.

and it starts today.

he has it all mapped out — the bump. the spilled coffee. the quick, stammered apology. the way he’ll offer to buy her another. she’ll laugh, maybe, or blush. she’ll think it’s an accident. and maybe, for her, it will be. but for dex?

it’s fate.

he’s already sitting there when she walks in. not at his usual table — today he’s picked the spot just close enough to the register, where the crowd thins out but still moves enough to give him cover. he’s wearing the sweater he knows flatters him, hair tousled in the way that seems unintentional but took twenty minutes in the mirror.

and he watches.

watches as she orders, the same as always. oat milk. light foam. cinnamon. he sees the way she brushes a hand through her hair while she waits, distracted, sweet. vulnerable. the moment is almost here. he rises just as she turns.

collision.

his cup tilts, spills halfway down her sleeve.

a gasp from her, a rush of apologies from him. he grabs a napkin, offers it fast but not frantic. doesn’t push — never pushes. gives her space, but not too much. they laugh. she laughs. he tells her he’ll buy her a new one, insists, smiles sheepishly. she accepts.

and just like that they're talking.

she tilts her head when she talks to him. he didn’t know that — couldn’t have known that — until now. her voice is softer up close, like a sweater worn too many times, comfortable and fraying just slightly at the edges. it’s warmer, too. warmer than he imagined.

not that he imagined it. not in a weird way.

… okay, maybe in a weird way. but not bad. not wrong. it’s just that she’s real now. she’s standing right here in front of him, and her smile is crooked in this perfect little way like she doesn’t know she’s beautiful.

he watches her fingers as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear — nails bitten short, no polish. that’s new too. she used to paint them (yellow, once, on a thursday), but now they’re bare. maybe she’s been busy. maybe she’s distracted.

he wonders if she’s been thinking about him. not him him, not yet — just the idea of him. a stranger she hasn’t met yet but might, someone she could find herself sitting across from, sipping foam and talking about things that don’t matter just to keep hearing each other’s voices.

“i’m so sorry,” she says again, glancing down at her sleeve, damp and a little stained. “god, it’s totally fine though, it was an accident. right?”

he nods, fast, practiced. “yeah — yeah, completely my fault though. i wasn’t looking. let me — i mean, i already ordered yours again, it’s fine. i do this all the time.”

(the lie slides out easily. he’s never spilled a single drink in his life.)

she blinks. “you already—?”

“yeah, they’ll call your name in a second,” he smiles, just the right amount of apologetic. not too eager. not creepy. this part is delicate. a moment balanced on the edge of a knife. “i come here a lot. seen you around. figured they’d have it memorized by now.”

her eyes light up, surprised. “you know my order?”

he chuckles, shrugs, looks bashful. practiced. perfect. “i might’ve overheard once or twice. it’s a good choice. cinnamon’s underrated.”

she doesn’t question it. she laughs — laughs. the sound cuts through him like sugar in tea, soft and sweet and addicting. she leans just slightly closer. her guard is still up, but it's thinner now. he can see where it’s starting to peel.

dex is floating.

he’s dreamed of this moment for months. weeks. days and hours and breathless seconds spent watching, learning, rehearsing. and it’s not creepy. it isn’t. he’s not dangerous. he’s devoted. there’s a difference.

and he doesn’t think she’d understand that. not yet. she’s used to boys who forget her favorite color, who don’t notice when she switches her perfume or skips eyeliner because she’s tired. they don’t see her. not the way he does. not the way he can.

she doesn’t know yet that no one will ever love her like he does.

he’s going to show her — gently, slowly, like letting a frightened bird rest in the palm of his hand.

“so,” she says, still smiling, “do you always spill coffee on strangers, or am i special?”

and god, dex wants to say you have no idea.

he wants to say i’ve known your schedule for eighty-seven days.

he wants to say i’ve read every book you’ve taken from the shelf just to know what you like.

but instead he just laughs, easy and soft and rehearsed.

“just you,” he says. “must be something about you.”

and she smiles again, and he knows. this is it.

she hears her name and glances toward the counter, then back to him. “they’re fast today,” she says, amused. dex smiles, eyes flicking toward the barista, who gives him a nod. it pays to tip well.

and to know which workers are working which days. and what time the shifts change. he could’ve timed it down to the minute if he wanted to.

she doesn’t make a move to grab her drink. instead, she hesitates, swaying just slightly on her feet. then — like it’s nothing, like she’s not about to rearrange his entire nervous system — she asks,“do you… want to sit with me?”

the words hit him square in the chest, and they echo.

“only fair,” she adds quickly, “since you ruined my sweater and all.” her voice is teasing, kind. she has no idea what she’s inviting.

he blinks once. twice. nods. “yeah. yeah, i’d really like that.”

like you wouldn’t believe.

⸺ 　he trails behind her like a shadow, careful not to crowd, carrying his own drink (he doesn't even like lattes — he ordered it because she does). she picks a booth in the far corner, near the window, where the light hits the table just right and makes the dust motes dance in the air like tiny, private stars.

she slides into the seat across from him and pulls her sleeves over her palms before wrapping them around the cup. steam curls up between them, rising like breath in winter.

“i’m usually alone when i come here,” she says offhandedly, like it means nothing. but dex hears the invitation in it. he hears everything.

he tucks his hands into the sleeves of his sweater, mirroring her without meaning to (or maybe meaning to exactly), and leans in, elbows soft against the edge of the table.

“me too.” a pause.

and then she smiles again. like she’s already getting used to this.

he’s never been this close before. he’s watched her from twenty feet, twelve feet, five. but this is inches.

he can see the flecks in her eyes. the way her lashes clump just barely at the tips.

the moment hangs between them like silk from the ceiling — fragile, weightless, shimmering. she tells him her name, and he repeats it like it’s a sacred thing. like he’s never heard it before.

(another lie. he’s written it a hundred times. practiced the curve of each letter until they were burned into him.)

“i’m ben,” he says, soft.

not dex. not the name that belongs to the parts of him that wait in the dark.

ben is gentle. ben is safe. ben is the version of himself she can touch. she says his name back to him, and it sounds like honey poured slow.

he thinks he could stay here forever. in his mind he already does.

she lifts the cup to her lips and sips. steam curls against her cheek like it’s reaching for her, and dex watches the way her eyelashes lower with the motion — delicate, thoughtless, practiced. everything she does is like that.

so effortless. so unaware.

“okay,” she says, placing the drink down, palms still cupped around it, “real question — did you actually know my order, or are you just insanely good at guessing?”

dex lets out a breathy laugh, a little too fast.

he leans forward just an inch, shrugs, tilts his head in a way that says i’m harmless, see? look how nice i am to talk to.

“i overheard it once,” he lies again, smoothly, “maybe twice. kind of hard not to notice when someone orders the exact same thing every time.”

a half-truth. he knows it wasn’t always oat milk. there was a week — early march — when she switched to almond. it made her stomach hurt. she went back to oat on the ninth. he never forgot.

“creature of habit,” she jokes, grinning. “guilty as charged.”

“nothing wrong with that,” he murmurs. god, no. not at all. habit is predictability. predictability is safety.

he should’ve offered to carry her drink to the table.

he should’ve pulled out her chair.

he should’ve complimented her sweater. it’s new — she hasn’t worn it before.

the thoughts crash into him one after the other, too fast, too loud. he’s spiraling. his heart pounds like it’s trying to break out of his chest and crawl into her hands.

he studies every blink. every shift in posture. the way she touches her neck when she’s thinking, the tiny mole just below her jaw that he’s never been close enough to see before.

“so what do you do, ben?” she asks, innocent, curious.

he blinks.

right.

be normal.

“i’m with the fbi.” simple. quiet. not loud or cocky. just honest enough to disarm.

her eyebrows lift, eyes wide. “wait, seriously?” he nods, sips his drink. lets her fill the silence. it’s always more interesting what people say after you tell them that.

“so you like… chase criminals?” she asks, leaning in just a little.

his smile twitches. “something like that.”

he leaves out the part where he could’ve looked her up in under thirty seconds. that he has.

every social, every article, every public record. that he memorized her college thesis and the name of her childhood dog and the exact date of her first public instagram post.

“wow,” she breathes. “that’s intense. you must be insanely observant.”

he looks at her, eyes steady. “you have no idea.”

he imagines her laughing in his apartment. curled up on his couch. sitting at his kitchen counter while he cooks for her, asks her what kind of toast she wants. almond butter or honey. he already knows — she prefers jam. not too sweet.

“what about you?” he asks.

he doesn’t need the answer. he already knows it. but he wants to hear her say it.

when she talks, he doesn’t just listen — he absorbs. every word, every syllable, how she says it, where she pauses. she tells him where she works, how long she’s been there, what she likes and hates about it. he nods, murmurs understanding, reflects the right expressions like a mirror tilted just right.

his fingers twitch beneath the table. he wants to reach out. touch her wrist. trace the vein that runs down the back of her hand. just once.

she doesn’t know how gorgeous she is when she talks.

she doesn’t know how good she is at making him feel like something alive.

and the thought is sudden and terrible and holy —

he doesn’t want anyone else to see her like this.

she can’t be like this with anyone else.

“you’re really easy to talk to,” she says, almost surprised. and dex could cry. he could — he might. he laughs instead, nodding.

“i was just thinking the same thing,” he says.

but what he means is: you have no idea what you’re doing to me.

you’ve ruined me.

and i’d let you do it again.

started 4.23.2025. finished 4.23.2025.

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : billy russo and ben poindexter you are real to me

©️ monicfever 2025

[itoshi-s]

the blurb u posted about the rin & sae-nii 3sum reminded me of your itoshi divide poll lol- that being said, sae 100% degrades in this scenario and rin praises, but do u think they’d switch up at any point? 👀 cuz I personally think sae degrades like 90% of the time but still praises if ur really really good for him & then rin def gives more praise, still will degrade once in a while tho <33

(also I send u asks often so might as well claim an emoji :3 -🪷)

blurb in question!

UH OH i think they def switch up sometimes!

sae is the embodiment of tough love, will lure you in until you can't help but give in to him. but barely a second later he's in your ear, telling you how fucked up it is of you to be enjoying this :( (as if he's not like 3 thrusts away from spilling himself lol make up ur mind boy!!!!) i like to think of him as a bit of brat tamer if you will?? you really wish you could be on ur best behavior for him, but he's so rough and mean with his actions alone - and all your whining grants you all the more demeaning words instead. sae rly does know how to put that sharp mouth of his to good use :,3 makes you believe that all this whining and whimpering isn't going to get you anywhere - but truly, there's nothing else that gets him harder !! that being said, he'd definitely switch up as soon as you're reaching your limit i think - and it usually comes right around when he's just about to finish, too, so he naturally gets a little vulnerable as well. he'll squeeze your face in his hand and give you all the sweetest kisses, mumbling out praises and calling you his best girl :( he presses his lips to your reddened cheeks, where his fingers dug just moments ago, and wipes every tear away. he really does love his imouto so, so much, even if the way he treats you might be telling a whole different story!! :,)

rin on the other hand naturally gravitates to giving praise simply because he truly wants to reward you for being so good, yk?? i think sae's def more dismissive about the whole.. thing going on between you two - he knows it's not right by any book, but doesn't pay it much mind - and rin is the opposite. he doesn't feel bad per se, either, don't get me wrong!!, but it's also exactly what gets him off so much at the very same time. the way you give yourself to him, despite all moralities and common sense.. :( maybe he's lying to himself, and you, too, when he tells you how good you are, so eager to please and solely focused on him and making him feel better than anyone else in the world ever could. either way, he doesn't rly care. he means all of that, he really does, so he speaks the honeyed words without any filter at all. he can be so rough with you, hands tight around your neck until you're wheezing, hips bruising yours for what seems like hours now, but he's still holding you so close, eyes full of stars and mouth spilling the heavenliest of praises :( rin can be a lot, really, so he has to make sure you know he's so, so proud of you for taking it so well :( one of the situations where i can see him switching completely is when you start to act up a little too much - shying away from his touches, snapping at him (as if it's not natural for siblings to do that ??), giving him attitude in general. even worse if it's around sae!!!!! WHEW. he CAN be mean, and you know it, yet it always takes you aback anyways. rin's very passionate in his touches alone, always rough and greedy with his actions and it's hard to take him like this already - so imagine how insufferable he is when upset or annoyed </3 honestly i can see him with an even fouler mouth than sae's if you push the wrong buttons. he can and will make you cry lol AND sneer at you when he sees the tears :( BONUS: that's when sae will also soften up for sure !!!! switch up his role and be the knight in shining armor instead. probably tells rin to slow down and go easier on you, cause c'mon, why are you so mean all of a sudden, rin? and it only makes things worse :,) now he's pissed off because of both of u. good luck taking it lol

[signedbyrin]

ayato short imagine

a/n nothing, just chaos- also i cant stop thinking about his hair like it looks so delicious and i want to eat it.

(guys theres this like rly cute dude in my eng class and i wna ask him out but i can't :((() might turn this into a full fic as a celebration if i get a commission on my kofi :0

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no cuz imagine ayato seeing you talking with kujou kamaji and just going like “nah, nope, i'm going to be PETTY today,” then proceeds to ignore you for the rest of the day. does he know he’s being petty? absolutely. does he care? absolutely not. he has his pride to uphold after all! you're just absolutely confused because why is your boyfriend suddenly staring through your skull? (cause the height difference ykyk) and then you try and talk to him and he just. walks away?!?!?!?! (ayato villain arc begins) like ur so used to his antics but he’s just so. petty. Like you literally tell him, hey, i'm going out today and he goes oh have fun, don’t kiss your other boyfriend too much while you’re out but under his breath. and you’re just flabbergasted because wtf is he on about?? but then he just gets pettier and pettier because this man wants you to ask him what's wrong so he can gatekeep why hes being petty and make you do favors for him (aka play with his hair while he works!! :0) and hes such a menace about it too. oh, you're going to write? well, you can’t because YOUR INKWELL DISAPPEARS. you want to go out? all your shoes in the estate are gone! Basically you can't do anything (until you apologize to your poor poor ayato but you dont know that) at some point he gets so fed up with your idiocy (his words, not mine) and he flicks you hard on the forehead and collapses on your lap, moaning and grumbling about how his own girlfriend doesn’t love him anymore (oikawa energy if you ask me) ofc you’re just rolling ur eyes at him but hey, he’s excused because he’s hot right? but he’s not done- mf goes on to gaslight you into sticking with him 24/7 to repay for your “treachery”. please bonk him on the head to smack some sense into him.

[yandere-sins]

I see that ur request is open, u don't have to do mine (I just rly wanna see how this gonna turn out 🤡)

But may i request a yandere farmer x fem reader

(I'm not rly into any fandom so you can just pick any or Rhys is fine too 👀)

My jam, and you know what? I owe everyone named Alex something, so let me create this wonderful buff farmer!yandere named Alex who I don’t kill off this time, I promise. Enjoy!

I uh, did hint at my ideas for yandere farmers with Milo from Pokémon before so yeah. Let’s go over that again, shall we? I’ll give a warning for pet play for those unfamiliar.

Rated Lime

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It’s still early in the morning when you hear the jarring sound of the barn door opening. For a moment, you hope that all you experienced for the last few days had been a dream, but your body still aches from sleeping on the cold ground, revealing the heavy truth. You can hear the chipper, “Good morning, ladies!” as the cows start to moo in response, the unbearable smell of fecal and urine drifting towards you with the fresh air coming in from outside.

It’s time to get up, scream, do something! But you blink a few times, your swollen eyes barely opening after you cried yourself to sleep last night, and you look at the iron cuffs around your wrists. Why even trying? you ask yourself, immediately discarding the thought and pushing yourself from the floor. No, it’s too early to give up. You can’t let yourself down like this yet.

“And good morning, Sunshine.” The voice next to you makes you flinch as you look up into the chestnut eyes of your captor. He tips his cap, smiling. You’re disgusted by his presence alone, but a sweet smell comes your way. Leaning over the wooden barriers he put up as your ‘pen’, Alex holds a plate in his hands, pancakes stacking up on top of it with blueberries rolling off of them. The food is still warm, steam visibly rising from them in the colder morning air.

He looks at you expectantly when you don’t make a move, only trying to hide the saliva building in your mouth. You haven’t had a homemade breakfast in a long time, much less proper food in the last few days. There is no telling if your body can still stomach something as delicious as pancakes, but you prefer it so much more than the weird grain mix he also feeds to the cows and would shove down your throat. “Thought you might be hungry, Babe,” he smiles as he sees the desire in your eyes, his own gaze never straying from you, taking in every last flinch and move of yours.

In a way, you are like a wild animal to him, that much he told you. He restricted your movements with chains, fed you like cattle, and treated you like a dog, cooing and using the carrot and stick method to handle you. It’s disgusting, but by now, you at least feel as dirty as one. Using the fork he brought along, Alex cuts off a piece from the breakfast, eating from it first, his eyes staring into yours as he does it. Did he do it to show he didn’t poison it? Does he want to claim this plate of pancakes for himself? But why would he bring it to you in the first place if that’s the case?

Still chewing, he puts the fork down, pulling another pancake piece off the plate with his bare fingers, and holds it out to you. He was eager to lessen the distance between you and him from day one, but his dirty methods made you want to spit in his face. Stomach growling, you are at a loss of what to do. If you let him feed you like a dog, there was no way he’d keep it at that, but perhaps this was your only chance on receiving actual, human food he’d give you if you refuse him.

Your chains rattle as you scoot closer, refusing to play the captured animal and crawl on all fours. Every muscle of yours is sore and hurt from the cold, but there is no other way, the chains around your wrists and ankles keeping you down with their weight. Instead, you stretch your neck as far as possible, your back tensing up in response until your mouth is under his fingers and the piece of pancake hanging from them. But Alex doesn’t just let the food go, watching you with an excited grin as you carefully put the piece between your teeth. Only then does he let go, and you are able to claim the sweet sensation on your tongue as yours.

Eager, Alex holds out another piece, and you take it without even swallowing the first one completely. Something in you completely set out as your brain is satisfied with sugary sweet and fluffy pancakes melting in your mouth, their warmth going through your whole body. You are hooked on the rush of food, you don’t notice your tongue lapping up the syrup on his fingers with the next piece of pancake until it’s too late. But Alex notices, his lips immediately turning into a disgusting grin of self-satisfaction, and he reaches for your face, fingers curling under your chin and thumb rubbing over your cheek.

Immediately, you shy away, disgusted by his touch and disappointed in yourself that you didn’t see it coming. In the reflection of his wide-open, maniacally staring eyes, you can see how dirty and disgusting you are after living like a barn animal for days, and that is precisely how Alex sees you. An animal that he just touched for the first time. Who came to him of their own free will. To him, it is progress. To you, despair.

“Come,” he entices, luring you with more pancakes, but you feign disinterest. “Don’t be scared now. I know you like it.”

The pancakes? Yes. Him? Not at all.

“You need to eat to get big and strong, you know?”

“I’m not a baby animal,” you hiss back, putting on the meanest glare you can muster.

“You sure act like one,” Alex reminds you tauntingly, his smile unfading but his expression less amused than it had been before. “Licking at my fingers, coming to me for food. Don’t you think that’s what a good pet does? You’ve been holed up in your corner for too long. You should be more grateful for my efforts, just like the cows.”

Gnawing at your lip, your eyes fall from his to the pancake slowly growing cold. Only now do you realize he has been feeding you with these fingers of his without your knowledge if they were dirty or clean. Being a farmer, you never know where he puts them before approaching you, and you grow more disgusted for having fallen into this trap he had laid out for you.

Suddenly, for the first time, you hear him sigh. Even when he scratched his head and wondered what to do with you before, he never once had sighed. Somehow, it makes you shudder, a bad feeling spreading in your stomach as he hangs his head, shaking it.

“I’m not asking much, you know. Here’s the deal.” His eyes are ice-cold as he looks up again, and Alex roughly throws the piece of pancake to the floor right in front of you. It no longer looks appetizing, but you are more afraid of the man before you than the wasted food. “Eat it,” he orders commandingly, fitting this whole scenario he imagines you two to play in.

“Ew, no--” you want to protest, furrowing your brows when he interrupts you harshly by throwing the whole plate, including the pancakes, to the ground inside your pen. “In less than an hour, your whole fucking pen will be swarmed by ants. But I’ve got something better for you.”

Pointing to the piece of food before you, Alex repeats, “Eat it,” and this time, you don’t dare to respond. “Eat, and you can come inside with me.”

At this, your ears perk up, eyes widening. “I-Inside?” you ask, doubting that he meant what he said. “Yeah. I prepared a nice box for you in the house, warm and cozy. Clean water and a hot shower included, but I need to know that you are willing to listen to me, you understand?”

Body trembling, you sit there like a deer in the headlights. This is too good to be true, and you fear how high the price is that you’d have to pay if agreed. Listening to him can’t possibly be the only thing he’d want once you were inside, but you watch as the first few flies come over from the cows, wanting to get a piece of the delicious breakfast wasted on the ground. You’d have no peace if you stayed here - never.

Your hand reaches out but just as quickly pulls back. “What will we do inside?” you squeak, unable to control your anxious stuttering. Now that Alex’s lips curl back into a smile, you see his sinister side for the first time. He is leaning casually onto the barricade, but his whole demeanor changed into something horrifying, something that gives you the vibes of a sick and twisted person more than ever. “Don’t ask, just decide. Eat and come inside with me, or stay here between cows, piss, and shit. Maybe you can be useful for milk production?”

The pure horror of thinking about what that fate would entail makes you go weak, and in less than a few seconds, you had gobbled up the piece of pancake, stuffing it into your mouth. Immediately you feel the recoil of your body after doing something so disgusting, but you hold back from spitting it out, already having come so far. “Good girl,” he praises you in a belittling tone like you’d use for pets and children. Opening up your pen by unlocking the many locks he had put on for safety, Alex doesn’t mind the food on the ground, neither slipping on it and breaking his neck like you hoped for, nor having shards of the plate go through his boots.

“Give me your hand,” he asks, holding his own out until you slowly lift yours into his. The chains are way too heavy, but the fear keeps you working even though your wrists are open wounds from the chafing cuffs. “Good,” he keeps praising, repeating the progress for your other hand. “You’re learning so quickly, look at you. Attagirl!”

You don’t dare to rub your bleeding wrists as they are finally free, but a giant boulder falls from your heart as you feel relief set in. “Damn, you do need a good bath, though,” Alex mutters as he sits down beside you, proceeding to uncuff your ankles. You feel a sense of shame, not being able to smell yourself anymore but not wanting to imagine it either.

Finally, you are free of all restrains, but before you can try doing anything funny, Alex picks you up in his arms, his broad chest in front of your face and the smell of aftershave and sweat filling your nose. You didn’t know that was how he smelled. After all, he brought you here unconscious, and when you woke up, you were already in this shitty pen, cuffed and gagged for the first two days.

“Feeling good?” he asks you as he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, not much left of your spiteful self that would scream and curse at him before. You nod slowly, not looking up. Looking at him from close-up might cause you to puke after all, and you’ve worked too hard to get to this point. Alex gives you a rough, scolding shake, and you instinctively grip onto his shirt. “Tell me.”

“Yes...” you mumble, hoping that will be enough to satisfy him, and Alex gives you another sigh before shrugging lightly and adjusting you in his arms. “That’s something we can work on,” he promises you for another time, and you keep your head low as he carries you outside.

It’s been way too long that you saw the morning dew on the grass, fog covering the fields in the distance, and the sun only starting to fully rise above you. It makes you look up in awe, unknowingly being observed by a curious pair of eyes from above. Being outside again almost makes the trouble worth it, and you are able to find happiness in this small victory.

But you have yet to grasp the consequences of your decision. Even if it looked great in the image you had in your mind, you aren’t aware of the state of the house inside, what was waiting for you behind the pretty facade of a farmer’s home. The demands he has of you that Alex had yet to reveal and how eager he was to train his adorable little darling. Make you just as dependant and obsessed with him as his animals were, while you’d share their place at the end of the bed for a long time.

And you didn’t even know about the collar yet.

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A/N: Oh god, I haven’t written anything in the present tense for a loooong time. I hope it was readable! Sorry in advance if I messed up occasionally, I tried to get everything sorted out properly... >_< Still, a very enjoyable write and I hope the read as well!

[saintobio]

[visibly shaking and crying] hey, Satoru redemption arc antis, [sniff] y-y-y-you, you got what you wanted [sniff] toji fuckers [sniff] it’s our time [sniff] i-i-it’s our time t-to shine [cries harder]

—that is the first and last time I type shit like that, anyways, i took a break from slandering Satoru and instead now i found a new hobby of defending homeboy now for fixing his wrong doings. I say i don’t believe in second chances but in reality i give everyone irl second, third, even eighth chances. As i see it is that fuck a second chance because if you do give someone a second chance it meant that they fucked what would have been their only chance (idk if that makes sense), however second chances, imo, are only valid if they do show that they learned and grew from their previous shit and now i’m rambling. WHAT IM SAYING IS THAT SATORU DEFINITELY IS VALID FOR A REDEMPTION ARC BUT I LIKE DRAMA AND THROUGHLY ENJOYED THE ENDING WAYY TO MUCH

–This is how i imagine Satoru walking back into his apartment after all of THAT

Disclaimer: i could have edited that better but rn isn’t the time

ALRIGHT WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING TO SAY AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, LEMME HEAR YALL SAY IT: 📢FUCK🔊//📢THEM🔊//📢KIDS🔊

part of me was so happy that Sera was negative and Ieiri was so quick to put her in her place [deservingly] because god damn for claiming that MC is selfish and entitled, that’s so hilarious to hear her say that, considering her track history of entitlement, egotistical and narcissistic tendencies, shits hilarious.

Bitches and Bros, and Non Binary hoes, [respectfully] Naoya

On god, fuck Naoya, I don’t, what crawled up his ass and died along with any sense of kindness is beyond me and what i would like to know why does this sense of evil manipulative genius kinda hot? IM SORRY BUT IM LIVING FOR THE DRAMA. As much as i enjoy the idea of fucking shit up on the expense of Sera getting used, now that it’s put into practice, i really do feel bad for her, like damn Sera thought she did something while MC just was so done with her shit and just ENDED her existence with one sentence ONCE AGAIN IM LIVING FOR THIS,

I COULDNT FIT A MEME OF HOW I FEEL ABOUT TOJI BOUT TO MAKE A MOVE HOWEVER IM INTERNALLY SCREAMING BECAUSE HOMIE ALMOST SLIDE INTO THIS HEART AND BETWEEN THEM LEGS TOO IF HE REALLY WANTED TO- THE SEEN IS LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE I CANNOT

I hope you’re doing well and you take care! Please take your time and don’t rush yourself with any future chapters, you deserve to put yourself and your health first rather than this, this ask is already way too long, but to sum all of this up:

Saint, respectfully and platonically, hand in marriage pls <3

YULI OMG THE GIF IM LAUGHING SO HARDJFJS AND UR GOD TIER MEMES AS ALWAYS 😭😭😭 help ur intro to this ask too i rly enjoyed reading through this, thank u <333

[lovespelt]

About ur poltergeist au. If Midoriya can go throught stuff like Mirio, does it work the same? I imagine it'd be a bit easier since he can float too but what about the glitchy video game feature? And any other differences?

mirio and izuku’s powers work slightly differently here ! (also putting this under a cut bc i Rambled

sooo, for one thing, izuku can make his clothes and small items he is holding impermeable too

also gravity doesn’t affect him in his impermeable state- he just is kinda floaty all the time

aaand he keeps his senses (sight, sound, etc) when using it, unlike mirio

you better believe izuku has a whole notebook outlining the differences bw mirio and his quirks (bc he is a nerd like that!)

izuku’s impermeability is mostly the result of him overusing his powers aka his lifeforce

if he overuses the other aspects of his quirk (ghost fire, telekinesis) he becomes insubstantial and invisible

this is kind of scary for izuku (when no one can see or hear you, it feels a lot like being dead..)

so he rly hates it at first! until he figures out how to control his abilities and regain lifeforce 

(around when he meets gran torino, similar to canon)

when he meets mirio, he can (mostly) keep himself from going insubstantial by accident

but activating that part of his quirk intentionally and using it in battle like mirio does is tricky, not only bc his and mirio’s quirks are slightly different

izuku eventually learns how to intentionally go insubstantial (and invisible!) by manipulating and redirecting the lifeforce in his body

but it is Very Difficult and takes a while for him to master

good thing he has his sempai mirio training him!

[h0rr0r-enthusiast]

would you consider rambling about asa or jesse? I'm interested in what you have in mind for them

alright i’ve been pushing this off for ages for no good reason so here’s that long awaited list of random hcs about jesse ,, i only have a couple hcs about asa so i think i’d rather rewatch his films or read more about him before i write about him,, until then enjoy this

(uh this will probably get a bit long)

Jesse Cromeans Headcanons

- first things first, the is mf is bi. i don’t make the rules. this guy swf doesn’t care about gender but if u ask him about his sexuality he will either refuse to answer (he probably feels he’s too old for labels) or start askin if ur interested

- idk why but im convinced he's half or a quarter puerto rican. i just feel like his mom was puerto rican and married his dad when she was really young. she died when he was young and primarily lived with his father's side of the family. after his mother's death he lost contact with her side of the family so he doesn't feel a strong connection with his puerto rican heritage. i doubt jesse cares much either. i dont think he's ever felt much of a connection or had much of an interest in learning about his own heritage or family history.

- jesse doesn’t rly like animals, especially ones that shed. he doesn’t like them and they don’t like him, it’s a mutual understanding. he also can’t be bothered to take care of any animal no matter how minimal their care is. he does not want to meet ur dog and i can promise u ur dog does not want to meet him.

- his eyes are a slightly orangey brown w warm undertones,, theyre light enough that you can see all the lil details of his iris w/o any sunlight,,

- a lil more about his eyes ! considering he was stabbed in the eye while on the “job”, he likely didn’t have any time to properly treat it or receive medical treatment for it until after his incident,, obviously that means the eye’s not of any use anymore but i also think it’s likely that the chemicals from the glue on his mask that melted his face off also damaged that bad eye beyond repair,, this leads me to believe he wears a glass eye ! typically when i draw his bad eye it’s a dull grey but that’s just an artistic preference,, tbh he probably has a whole collection of various colors ranging from natural to more fantastical,, i also think he used to have perfect 20/20 vision before but w those glue chemicals being near his eyes he was probably blind for a lil while as he healed from his injuries,, i wouldn’t be surprised if all the blunt force trauma he received from getting hit w a bat damaged his eyesight even more. he probably got laser eye surgery to correct it.

- man definitely has tattoos. im not sure if he'd have full sleeves but i can imagine him gettin em in the future if he doesn't already have em (especially to feel better about his appearance and feel some sense of control over the way he looks). what im absolutely sure of is that he has his whole back inked up. i wanna incorporate his tattoos into my drawings of him but i need to design em first.

- another thing about his appearance- he definitely has his own gym at home. before the incident he likely had his own trainer but i doubt he has one now,, probably trains on his own so he doesnt have to show his face.

- keeps his home neat and tidy, but has house maids do all the dirty work adn heavy lifting for him. all he has to do is keep everything the same until they come back the next week. he also has one special cleaner who gets rid of any blood stains and bloody bandages from wounds. the other maids don't know anything about his less legal activities.

- he never invites one night stands to his home and always throws parties at a separate location. he owns multiple properties and never reveals his home location for both privacy and safety reasons. this was especially true for when his wife was still alive.

- he has a special morning and night routine for his face and its time consuming

- jesse has alopecia and hes had it for as long as he can remember. it's spread more and more over the years so at a young age he just decided to start shaving and waxing his whole body. after he started participating in less than legal activities he found being hairless to be pretty useful. for this reason he got the hair on some parts of his body (primarily arms, hands, and legs) permanantly removed thru laser hair removal. it makes it harder to trace any evidence back to him thru hair.

this is already rly long so im not gonna go any further for now

[reversecreek]

MEET THE NPCS...

BOBBY YANG, “BIG BOB” .

1. how old are they and what do they look like?

thirty-four. implausibly tall. the day magda first saw a sketch of slenderman she thought of him. when her aunt shelly pulled up the dirt road to abernathy creek magda remembers seeing him through a dusty back window with his head bowed to avoid getting tree leaves in his eyes, joint between his lips, dungarees dirty and half unbuckled. one side of his hair is buzzed with no apparent style intention and he has a weed leaf tattooed behind his left ear. an elephant on his thigh. a name on his ankle he often wears a plaster over. once it soaked through and fell off in the creek and, newly glossy in the sun, nine year old magda reached to give it a blunt and shameless prod. big bob never explained who the name belonged to, he only reached to thumb at the minari growing by the water bed and talk about the fact it was a "versatile little sucker”. 

2. if applicable, where and when did they meet your muse?

big bob introduced himself as such and magda raised her eyebrow in disbelief, the soul of a disgruntled pensioner in a seven yr old’s body. magda didn’t rly talk to anyone when she first arrived in her new home, verging on mute. she was angry at the move, angry that her dad hadn’t called her when she got there, angry that she didn’t know her mother’s voice to imagine it telling her everything was okay. the world made her so angry she didn’t want to acknowledge it. she sat outside in silence for a long time letting a ladybug crawl over her hand, and big bob didn’t ask anything of her, he only schlepped closer and presented her with a buttercup. she looked at it like it’d spat in her face but took it nonetheless. it was strange having an actual bed, if you could call a bare mattress that, used to sleeping on the sofa in shelly’s old trailer, and the springs nipped at her like a dog demanding treats, so she wandered outside in one of shelly’s big tie dye shirts like a nightdress, searching for the moon. big bob was standing out there already in the overgrown grass, stark naked, chin lifted to gawk at the moon himself. magda didn’t disturb him. this is when she first discovered his habit of naked sleepwalking. abernathy creek felt like a bird house overrun with all kinds of eccentric, squawking parakeets. it was a lot for a seven yr old to take in. this was a strange reality she’d never signed up for, swallowed by the commune to overheat inside it’s belly. 

3. what kind of a presence do they have in your muse’s life? do they have a positive or negative relationship?

bob’s definitely a character. three times now he’s slipped hallucinogens into magda’s tea without her knowing under the impression that this is just harmless fun and he’s actually helping her by pushing her little boat to bob along the ocean of enlightenment, once at as young as 16. every time she realises he’s like “y’just got bobbeddddd!” and magda’s like here we go ig. told her the raw earth has healing properties to explain why he’d dug up the grass just to rub his hands in the soil and lay there like a panting, overheated dog. he’s an important component to abernathy creek and oversees a lot of the agriculture there. rigged up the irrigation system himself using copper pipes that magda suspects were stolen. the beat up camper van that’s usually parked up behind abernathy and hidden under leafy branches appeared when he did, apparently, although he insists it belongs to everyone. he leads the crusades to drive it up to the mountains and take a group of abernathy creek residents shroom picking. he’s in charge of drying them for selling, too. jack of all trades, really. magda claims not to care for him (or anyone) but she still walked out onto the grass, took his hand and lead him inside whenever she found him sleepwalking at night in her teens. once a group of kids were daring each other to get closer when he was out there and magda threw a stone so hard at one of their shin’s it split it open and made them scatter. but again, magda “does not care about him”. the jury is not convinced.

4. are they revered in irving? do they have bad blood with anyone?

honestly everyone in irving probably thinks he’s a rly strange guy and i won’t fk around. he kind of is. wears many necklaces around his neck n one is just a pouch that has a prehistoric mosquito encased in a little piece of amber inside. sometimes magda wonders if he likes to play up to his reputation by putting it on a little bit. once she saw him suddenly jerking his head like a pecking chicken and saying “g’warn GET” to scare a random middle aged hiker into galloping in the opposite direction in the trees near abernathy. has a masterful knowledge of bird songs and can imitate them all impeccably. sometimes does this instead of replying with words. never cares about the holes in his shoes where his toes poke out. always seems to be turning a rusty coin between his fingers like it helps him think. he makes moonshine that will knock u off ur feet tho which is always a good time if ur lucky enough to try it. he has a very rich n warm voice like a log fire or a gooey chocolate brownie. even with all of his oddities he sounds kind. he’s very unconventional n doesn’t abide by rules of society a lot but he’s quite funny n a good time. makes engaging smalltalk if u treat him with respect. weird but admittedly a tiny bit wonderful. 

OTIS WOLFE.

1. how old are they and what do they look like?

forty-six but he looks older. the skin beneath his eyes is subtly purpled like it’s been dyed by a lick of beetroot juice. he has a very charismatic walk which doesn’t sound like it makes sense but it does to look at him. he walks everywhere buoyantly and with purpose. very high energy in his good days. lives everything in large quantities, good and bad. always used to wear a tan leather bomber jacket when magda was growing up but he forgot it w her one visit n it’s the only time she’s known him to call up two days after leaving to ask if she’d seen it. magda lied and said she hadn’t. she still has it to this day. sleeps in it on her bad days. otis has a smile so big it shines like live wires are sparking in his mouth. magda’s fingertips prickle like she’s an hour recovering from shoving a fork into a plug socket whenever she sees it. she used to think that’s what excitement felt like. that used to be true.

2. what kind of a presence do they have in your muse’s life? do they have a positive or negative relationship?

it’s very complicated. magda knows her dad isn’t a good person but she knows he isn’t a bad person either. sometimes it’s more frustrating to see things in grey because you just want something solid to take shape that u can actually put ur finger on. she finds herself perpetually stood at a fork in the road between believing in him still and deciding he’s no good. sometimes she’ll start walking in one direction only to realise it loops back on itself and she’s right back where she started. otis has given her a lot of fun “adventures”. taught her how to juggle. they stayed in a hotel on someone else’s credit card once and racked up a gargantuan tab ordering every form of room service and renting godzilla and the matrix on pay per view when she was 11. sometimes he’d use her in gimmicks where she had to lie and pretend she had a health condition so they could get a few bucks off charitable strangers on a street corner and under the veil of youth magda found playing up these roles funny because who would ever believe that? wasn’t everyone in the world so stupid except them? it was nice being part of his team. his “little wolfie”. but then a lot of things weren’t nice either. he’s left her stranded on the side of the road with nowhere to go on more than one occasion. he’s passed out in motel corridors and she’s had to lug him into a bed. he’s forgotten almost every birthday apart from one where he sent a card with five dollars inside and handwriting so squiggly she could tell he was drunk when he wrote it. he doesn’t know she likes to sing because he’s only ever listened when he’s fallen asleep. otis is all of magda’s heart and that’s why sometimes she likes to forget that it’s beating. 

3. are they revered in irving? do they have bad blood with anyone?

he’s very flighty n rarely in irving any more tbh but was more when magda was younger n his visits were a little less sporadic. probably owes a bunch of people money for some reason or another. smashed up fannie’s recently when he turned up drunk and got ahead of himself on a giddy n frenzied rampage in the name of “fun” n “just having a laugh”. magda’s aunt shelly really doesn’t get on with her brother n thinks he’s a complete deadbeat waste of space n resents him a lot for the impact he’s had on magda. magda remembers being little and peeking through a crack in shelly’s trailer door when he turned up drunk one time to collect her for a visit n shelly wouldn’t let him in. something along the lines of “you don’t give a rat’s ass about that little girl” and “she worships you, y’know that? most of the time, you don’t even remember her name”. magda crept back onto the sofa and pretended to be asleep by the time she came inside.

4. if your muse is no longer in contact with them, how did the relationship end? did your muse get closure over this?

magda slowly stopped trying to keep in contact over the years. it got embarrassing trying so hard when she didn’t get much back. like pushing a boulder all the way up a hill only to watch it roll back down again. it’s probably contributed a lot towards magda’s inability to really try with people like she should, especially when her heart’s involved. she doesn’t want to be humiliated again. magda hasn’t spoken to her dad in person in almost a year. they had a phone call about seven months back but it turned out to be a butt dial and he hung up because he was in the middle of a conversation at some bar about the moon landing conspiracy. magda’s playlist that i have for her is called “a rodeo clown in a revolving door” which is basically the role otis serves in magda’s life. always in and out. never constant. gone more than he’s there, especially lately. idk if magda will ever get closure over that. she certainly hasn’t now. pouts my fuckable lips to the side w a hand on hip and triple f’s prominent.

[seoafin]

oo yeah, the stark differences in eng fics on ao3 and those that i’ve read in websites like pixiv/ weibo/ lofter/ typesetters is a high-context asian subtle/implicit intimacy vs low-context western loud/explicit intimacy (1)

tho ,, i think the setting (character + environment + time) and the prompt (au? canon? romance? slice of life? epic?) play into it. i think the differences that exist between portrayals of intimacy by east asian authors and by western authors largely stem from cultural philosophy, which could make some things jarring to those unfamiliar with either

tbh i'm the type of person who, when reading lit abt supposedly asian characters, would appreciate the story more if it was also true to the characters' culture, and so i'd also like to see them experience and understand love the same way asians experience and understand love. but that's just me (i know there are diaspora who like to see other things), and that's also for a concept that's more for peaceful romance/character-centric settings. it’d be a different case if the story is plot-driven, or historical, or apocalyptic

i personally prefer the nuance of intimacy in pieces by east asians bc that's what i like to see and what i'm familiar with. but either way, i don't mind the differences exist. it just means that there's a variety to all of our experiences. as long as it's written into the narrative in an organic manner, it will still feel like a love i can appreciate, whether romantic or platonic or anything in between.

the whiplash was intense when i opened a fic bc i was curious or bored (or both rly) and then boom, untagged daddy kink. SHSHS it makes me giggle sumtimes, since he’s a jpnese character, when it comes to gojou, bc personally i just can't imagine him calling anyone any kind of petname unless it means to fuck with them,,, like, for eg, in stsg fic i just can't vibe with gojou calling suguru anything but his name, but that's just me and largely the way i interpret their characters, and it's just nice to know that all the authors of jp/cn/kr fic i've read before feel the same way more or less ,, but that's it HSJJSJS if someone else decides they want gojou calling suguru this or that, then that's like, alright. that's what they want to write and see, yk, and there's nothing wrong with that, i'll just swerve respectfully lmao

also for pdas,, i think it definitely depends on the age of the couple and the setting

like, if they're a campus couple, pda is pretty common. handholding, picking each other up from class, study dates in the library/courtyard/cafe, going to drinking parties together, that sort of thing.

the most common petname i've heard cn campus couples use is "baobao/baobei" (寶寶/寶貝), which means precious/baby/darling. for jp couples, tbrh i've never heard anything ,, my friends and cousins don't use petnames either

honestly,,, if u're cn/jp and u're dating someone ur age or younger, u'd probs call them by their given name or a nickname with an affectionate prefix/suffix (小，阿，兒 etc or the norm ちゃん, くん, さん, 先輩/ 輩先 suffix) and ig u could call that a petname. if u're dating someone older than u, then u'd call them (insert name)-san or senpai/jie/ge if u and they want, and that would show how close u are. some ppl date and call each other by their full names, too, and even with honourifics. and some ppl use just their partner's given names.

for kr,, idk much but i think it’s usually 이,야,아 etc and noona/oppa/unni/hyung ????

for older couples, like married couples or people who are working, pda tends to lean towards petnames. "sweetheart", "honey", "wife/husband", that sort of thing. if they're parents, they'd probably call each other "dad", "mum" (I NEVER HEARD MY OWN PARENTS NAME LEAVING THEIR LIPS WHEN THEY ADDRESS THE OTHER)

but if its pda like,, making out in public, i don't think it's very common. i've never seen it shhsjsjs (arm holding can be rewarded with a stink eye from the conservatives elderly (mostly), from where i came from)

in fic, it's abt the same, which means it would depend on the age/setting/couple's preference with the addition of the author's preference which just,,, uh shows , ig

but then again,, pls cmiiw if anyone else knows more

altho i’m a “respect is earned” type of person ,, when it comes to (conservative) elders, it will just fly out of the window,,, the repercussions....just no 🥰 some of them are so fucking petty and are hellbent to teach u a lesson, its actually embarassing

back when the yo mama jokes were still popular and 24/7 circulating in the internet,, me and some friends were 😃😃 like yall can say this and get away with it? when daylight arrive after i crack this kind of joke in front of my relatives, my mom is done scheduling for my cremation date

even if i dont intend it to mean disrespect in some convos,, the damage is done and my parents would straight up be like : “wtf did u just say? try repeating it once more and lets see if u can still sleep under a roof today.” either that or they’ll smack me before saying it ,, whichever could come first depending on their mood 🥴

my relatives wont ever missed if i ever forgot to address them when we meet or during a phonecall by a simple “uncle/ aunt/ grandfather/ grandmother” (usually my grandfather is the one so uptight abt it 💀) and it will end up into a short lecture abt “young kids these days..../ u havent forgot to eat yet u forgot what respect is?/ ur parents are fine ppl but what happen to u”

cue my mother glaring at me or giving the stink eye like @/&/&2@22 most of the times i’m distracted by sth and just spaced out while organising it in my head b4 it could get out of hand ,,, that and the titles i’ve used for each relative is different and i’m afraid to mixed it up bc again...stink eye ,,, like my father’s younger/ older brother and younger/ older sister and cousins + its another different handful of titles when it comes to my mother’s family 😔 - 🐱 (2)

yes!!!! there’s a lot of reasons why i enjoy stsg fics and it’s because gojo and geto are always treated like people in stsg fics.....i’ve found that in a lot of reader insert fics you could replace gojo and geto with the male lead of those mafia boss stories on wattpad and it wouldn’t make a difference LMAO gojo and geto are often caricatures of themselves and it’s just something i’m personally not interested in.

also....i feel like there’s so much intimacy in how someone calls/says your name that just using pet names 24/7 gives it this superficial sense that i’m not really a fan of but then again, in fwb stories i totally understand.

another thing, I really feel like culture DOES play into it. obviously as asian people ourselves who come from a collectivist culture, our idea of love is different from the western concept of love. i feel like this especially comes into play when we see reader insert stories where the MC is super op and strong just so they can “match” gojo and gojo doesn’t need to worry about them even though it’s not even needed!! in asian cultures it’s not a burden to take care of people. it’s love. and i feel like western people don’t quite grasp that bc it’s such an individualist culture (this is a not nuanced at all / a generalization but u get the point)

yeah full on pda in fics always gets me because in japan???? lmao no honey!!! although gojo would definitely do it, not every character would LOL

gojo would pet names as a joke aka ironically, but i just don’t see him doing it seriously unless it's dear or smt

my mom is so big on respect. she always gets into fights abt with my brother and it’s a generational difference tbh but i digress, it’s not like it’s bad to be polite to your elders, but I do think koreans can take it too far to the point where it’s detrimental!!