#like how is anyone genuinely learning from this

[fear-is-truth]

dae-ho 강대호 / PLAYER 388 as your boyfriend

tags — fem!reader﹒ sfw headcanons﹒established relationship﹒fluff

dae-ho, who knows an embarrassing amount about “girly” stuff—despite the typical “guys don’t know shit about makeup” stereotype. he can identify your products by name—“you left your stippling brush on the sink again,” he had casually mentioned once, leaving you stunned.

dae-ho, who is good at taking care of you when you’re feeling unwell, especially during that time of the month (growing up with four sisters, he has learned everything there is to know about periods.) he’ll make sure you have heat pads, pain relief meds, chocolate, and your favorite snacks stocked up.

dae-ho, who doesn’t care if something is “emasculating” as long as it makes you happy. wearing a tiger face mask or letting you stick glittery clips in his hair? no problem. your joy is worth more to him than any outdated social expectations.

dae-ho, who lets you braid his hair and braids yours in return. he’s surprisingly good at it, thanks to his sisters. fishtail, french braid… he’s got you covered.

dae-ho, who gives you the softest, dopiest smiles when you’re braiding his hair, applying a face mask, or just rambling about your day, he’s looking at you like you hung the moon.

dae-ho, who sometimes forgot to take out your scrunchie from his own hair when he goes outside.

dae-ho, who acts like it’s just regular “good boyfriend duty” by letting you paint his nails. really, he’s just amused by how cute you look, biting your lip in concentration.

dae-ho, who picks up on your mood quickly. if you’re having a rough day, he’ll know it before you even have to say anything. he’s the kind of boyfriend who just gets it, always there to listen, or just holding you in his big arms.

dae-ho, who is incredibly patient. even when you’re snippy or plain unreasonable, he’d never take it personally. his calmness makes you feel safe, no matter what mood you’re in.

dae-ho, who has a protective streak especially when it comes to you. if anyone messes with you, he’ll step in without hesitation, but he’ll do so in a calm manner. never the type to make a scene, but you can always count on him to have your back when you need it.

dae-ho, who acts all wounded when you gang up with his sisters. if you’re laughing at an inside joke with them, he’ll gasp dramatically, hand over his heart. “betrayed by my own girlfriend,” he’ll say, pouting like a kicked puppy. but he secretly loves seeing you bond with them.

dae-ho, who is very respectful of your boundaries, whether they’re physical or emotional. he’s never pushy and always checks in with you to make sure you’re comfortable.

dae-ho, who loves hyping you up— if you ever feel self-conscious, he is always there to remind you how amazing you are. he wants to see you feel good about yourself, and he’ll always be there to support that.

dae-ho, who is adoring and affectionate—he loves physical affection and will never shy away from showing it. he’s also an excellent listener, always asking how your day went and showing genuine interest.

dae-ho, who texts you photos of random things because they remind him of you. a pretty sunset, a stray cat, or a newly opened bakery.

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[jasper-ontheoffbeat]

I’M UP HATING POP PSYCHOLOGY. MEMEME

to be more serious: i have empathy for the urge to compartmentalize like this. genuinely, i do— for some, processing trauma feels easier when there are ready-made labels for the things/people that hurt them. i so deeply understand the urge to file away overwhelming chaos; to make sense of the cruel and senseless; to be comforted by pop psych “gotcha” moments and cling to categorizations. i know what it feels like to try to neatly reorganize broken self-concepts and horrifying histories. i’ve dealt with this exact issue myself.

that being said… unfortunately, it just. doesn’t. work.

automatically slapping warning labels on ASPD, NPD, BPD, etc is simply not fair nor accurate. the nuances shouldn’t be ignored: does the concept that mental health matters come with conditions? does furthering the stigma really empower victims, or does it drive offenders away from self-awareness and recovery? does it really help to boil human behavior down to lists and labels, or does it just skew our perceptions of ourselves and others even further? is it productive to focus on condensing things, or should we ultimately focus on understanding the complexities that make generalization ultimately impossible?

this is NOT to say that ANYONE has to entertain or forgive abusive people. not at ALL. i’m also not saying those who don’t care to improve should be forgiven and/or granted the opportunity to keep treating others poorly. there is a stark a difference between acknowledging nuance and normalizing/excusing abuse— you can express pain without making harmful blanket statements. in fact, it’s straight up ignorant to disregard those who are working their asses off in recovery. these disorders can be uniquely challenging to live with, and stigma makes everything 10x worse, especially when trauma, defensiveness, and self-hatred are inseparable from disordered beliefs/behaviors. you have EVERY right to cut off shitty individuals and despise them and feel rage and do whatever you need to do to heal— at the same time, people who present in malignant ways won’t get any better if they’re universally met with hostility. after all, 99% of the time, recovery seems like a far better outcome than total shunning. wouldn’t it be so much better if these people had safe spaces in which they could to learn to never abuse other humans again, and to develop healthier self-concepts?

(i say this as someone who’s been abused horribly countless times by people who present like this, developed BPD as a result, and gone through wild amounts of intensive therapy. i no longer meet the criteria for BPD.)

(of course, there are some acts that are UNFORGIVABLE. those require a… unique approach. i don’t feel qualified to go into that territory because personal experiences have left me way too biased; just know that i don’t mean to erase that line.)

also, re: MBTI/love language/brain development/brain gendering/dark empathy/blah blah blah: the same principle applies. individuals’ psychological makeups and backgrounds are too complex to accurately box in. that is the nature of the human condition, and even though it gets overwhelming, at the end of the day, it’s beautiful! there is no linear pathway for anything, and that is a GOOD thing! at best, all of those words can provide useful loose blueprints for furthering introspection; at worst, they create interpersonal divides that are either based on faulty assumptions or entirely non-existent.

we don’t have to fit into boxes to find community. it’s fine to use things like MBTI and love languages as cute, unweighted bonding tools, BUT in order to truly understand each other’s wants, needs, traits, and issues, we simply need to COMMUNICATE. no matter how isolated we feel in our struggles, WE ARE NOT ALONE. we are all mosaics of the experiences that have shaped us, and we each deserve to be understood as works of art, not as sums of our most basic parts.

tl;dr pop psychology egregiously simplifies human behavior and it is Not helpful as it seems

who up hating pop psychology

[kiefbowl]

wait ok genuinely kind of interested in your opinion on porn now......... if only because those big 3 you mentioned are always the reasons i see people throwing out so id love to hear a deeper take than that

I'm genuinely surprised anyone could follow me and not know my stance on porn, but that's okay. simplified and in no particular order and in no means exhaustive:

porn creates perverse incentives

porn normalizes the purchase of women as sexual objects for men to use

porn is often called "rape on tape" by feminists, which I mostly agree with in the sense that if a woman would otherwise not have had sex except that she is being paid, then she is not consenting. you cannot purchase consent, the consent is not meaningful then.

additionally, you can not verify if you are watching people be raped in any other way. porn sites are filled with stolen videos, coerced videos, actual minors, aggressive rape that was filmed with or without the victim's knowledge, and other videos of this nature. there is no way to verify this at all from videos that are somehow not these things. things like "amateur" are often just marketing by the porn company or pimp, or they're stolen videos.

porn creates a social script for sex. this social script is least of all - boring and predictable. it also reinforces the long standing conservative gender understanding (see 2). porn also reinforces ideas of homophobia and racism under the guise of "taboo." porn is literally so conservative, but because it's considered "shocking" to "puritans" (religious men watch porn all the time), people talk like it's this liberal fantasy. porn is constantly reestablishing the status quo in the most perverse ways.

it's been demonstrated that people who are porn addicts very quickly escalate to more violent porn, and that this plays out in their sex lives with their (often vulnerable) sex partners.

the violence that happens in porn is real. the idea that it's a "fantasy" is marketing by porn website and pimps. if a man slaps a woman across the face, that really happened. why does it matter if she says "yes" to it - that's her "job" so how can she say no? (see 3 and also 4).

there is so much evidence and testimony by porn stars of the absolutely awful and terrifying conditions in which they work, even in the quote unquote "real" industry. drugs, alcohol, violence, coercion, exposure to STIs, homelessness, pimping, prostitution, mental illness, suicide, lack of benefits. It's bananas that anyone would be surprised by this when it's pointed out, we're talking about an industry that films sex on video. The majority of people in the sex industry want out. It ruins their lives, and once in it's very hard to leave and lead a normal life. The idea that the industry needs regulation to be "fixed" is bizarre and just seems like pimp and porn industry marketing to get people to look the other way.

Poverty creates porn. Social welfare for the poorest of our women would prevent them from entering the industry in the first place. Women go into porn out of need, not desire. social media pushes that porn stars loooove their jobs is 1. porn site and pimp propaganda 2. literally marketing because men want to believe this.

I am not religious, I don't believe in god. I love sex and masturbation. it's the most natural thing in the world and people don't actually need to "learn" how to do it - it's innate within us. Porn is just one more way to humiliate women in a misogynist society that requires women to be fearful of sex and rape constantly, and uneducated in their own sexual desires and boundaries.

[crows4luna]

571 words. mature, suggestive. heavy sexual tension. unedited. pop star!reader. reader is not mc. reader has a blood evol and actually has a backbone so they see through caleb's bullshit. reader is afab. reunion-ish with colonel caleb. caleb is horny for reader and fantasizes about them. is this toxic? it might be. | i was originally going to write this scene in compliance for my oc story but i saw it more as a universally open concept. thus, here we are. if anyone was curious on how i interpret a blood manipulation evol, it's a combination of katara from atla as well as marie and victoria from the boys/gen v. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀now playing: sports car - tate mcrae

A curt tilt of his head, and his eyes flick down then back up at you. The hardened glance softens just the slightest, looking at you with the slightest undercurrent of fondness. He speaks, as he lowers his cap, setting it aside on the table behind him, “You did great out there.”

You scoff, swiveling around in your chair before the vanity, crossing one leg over the other. It’s him, in the flesh, but Caleb was a stranger in every way possible. Sure, you grieved him at one point, but there were other things that heeded your attention. Problems that arose because greedy scientists and investors continued to get too bold.

“You look beautiful tonight,” the colonel continues to shower you in praise.

Your senses are sharp, despite your calm demeanor. You learned a lot from the N109 Zone, from dealing with seedier investors in the Nest before that.

His praise is genuine, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flutter up and down over your form. A dazzling silver two-piece outfit hugs your body, modest in its coverage but short enough to tease with the skin that’s bared. (And, of course, being able to dance in it.) Up to your knees were patent white boots, giving you a little more height when you stood.

Of course you were stunning.

“It’s very thoughtful of the Fleet to host a music festival of all things for Skyhaven’s people,” you shrug, lips curling into a soft smile. “I’m honored to have been invited as the headliner.”

It’s Caleb’s turn to display his amusement, chuckling briefly in a lowered tone, “I just thought about giving you a more reasonable excuse to come here.”

That one pinches a little.

You grimace, knowing that he sees through you. Knowing that being here is a more dire situation than being a dancing monkey as a temporary distraction. But even if that was the case, you could feel the unique pulse of his blood as he watched you from the shadows. The way you were a natural, captivating performer on that stage like it was home—it had him under your spell.

Caleb had to admit to himself, shamelessly, the way you made him feel has not wavered at all. Seeing you like that tonight reassured him of everything—and he knew he wouldn’t be able to go to bed tonight without fucking into his fist at the thought of you.

“Watch yourself, colonel. I—”

“I think it’s you who needs to be cautious,” he drawls, stepping towards you. He bends to the knee, violet eyes raking over the expanse of your thighs, your exposed abdomen. How badly he wants you—needs you—right now is unbearable. He’s getting hard again.

But those sinful thoughts disappear, when he realizes your own bold demeanor mirrors his own. You’re not tense at all, nor does he sense anything amiss in your form.

You’re unable to tear your gaze away from his.

A slight vibration thrums in the thickened air between you both. Caleb’s ears ring just the slightest, though he doesn’t falter or twitch.

Until he feels a thick trickle from his nostrils. The tips of his leather-gloved fingers press against the blood, and it doesn’t take long for him to figure you out. Between the minimal, dark red on his fingers and your unwavered focus, Caleb only smirks.

He’s going to enjoy this game between you two.

[channelbomb]

okay NOW i can say this because more stuff came out. i posted something like this last night and then deleted it because i felt bad for the shit i said but honestly idgaf and this person deserves it.

sturniololuv08, FUCK YOU. you’re a HORRIBLE person. 28 willingly talking and flirting with minors is INSANE. that’s not even the worst thing you’ve done, somehow, because that’s genuinely repulsive and you should keep your relationship with minors strictly platonic. BUT YOU ALSO WRITE RAPE FICS!??? YOUR FICS MAKE ME WANT TO THROW UP. they’re disgusting, abhorrent, egregious, gross, horrendous, nauseating, repellent, foul, and distasteful. i can’t put into words how much you utterly disgust me. i haven’t been here that long to get to read the fics when they first came out, but the fact you have gone this long getting away with that shit is beyond comprehension. and you think you can just take a hiatus or whatever IS STUPID!!! you’re a threat to others around you, and you honestly make me so mad i just had to go outside.

i’m typing this from my back porch, motherfucker. maybe you should try it to! i know people with full time jobs, kids, and normal lives who are younger than you. BITCH, SEXUAL ASSAULT IS NOT A KINK, ITS A FUCKING CRIME, CUNT.

imagine you went through something so traumatic one time, and now you’re on tumblr because you like some youtubers, and THEN YOU SEE SOMEONE WRITING ABOUT THAT SAME EXPERIENCE YOU HAD.

consent is sexy! consent is the best thing you could do during that, and sex should be something intimate in anything and NOT INITIATED BY NO CONSENT LIKE IN YOUR FICS.

this is fucking disgusting and i never thought i would have to type out these fucking words, but seriously you make me so mad. the way you had those ideas makes my blood absolutely boil. and then thinking playing the victim will make everything better??? BITCH, FUCK YOU!!! we are fans of three guys who fight and laugh in a car every friday, but yet you had these sick and twisted thoughts to write smut about them, WHO ARE YOUNGER THAN YOU and DEFINITELY would not be okay with this either.

i hope you get toothpicks under your toenails and then you have to punt a boulder, i hope you wash your hair tonight (that is, if you even fucking take showers) and and your shampoo is ACTUALLY NAIR, i hope both of the sides of your pillows are burning hot, i hope you get banned off of every social media, i hope you never get a job because your digital footprint is so bad, and i hope you learn from your mistakes.

writing about rape is NOT OKAY. in any way, shape, or form. it’s a heartbreaking thing that happens to women and men worldwide and daily. it takes away their pride, confidence, and sometimes even their ability to get intimate with anyone after. and writing about it is truly revolting. i can’t even put into words how truly furious i am that you think that is okay to write about. i don’t hold back when it comes to shit like this. this is horrendous.

to my mutuals, followers, or even just other fans of the triplets who have been directly affected by this specimen, just know that i love you, i care for you, and you’re so brave for speaking out about it or even just go through it. i’m so proud of you. and you should never have to go through that.

[signanothername]

I– I need to ask.

HOW DO YOU DO THIS?? Like, share your thoughts with everyone. Because I've been working on my universe for about three years now, AND I STILL FEEL LIKE IT'S NOT READY. At the same time, I’m still afraid to share these things...

So. How do you do it?D:

Alright my answer will seem a bit harsh and/or cruel, but know that I mean it in the most kind, genuine, and gentle way possible, i just don’t know how to word it any other way

With that in mind

Anon, you’re never going to be ready to share it, and the fear will always linger, you will never be 100% confident of what you share

And that’s ok

Again, I know that i make it seem super easy, but I promise that I’m just as afraid to share my ideas as anyone else (I’m a perfectionist, and that also contributes to my fear to share things)

It’s just, I think of it this way

I have an idea, and I got two choices

Either

1- I keep overthinking it, and succumb to my worries and fears when it comes to my idea, and keep my ideas with me, never to see the light of day

Or

2- I acknowledge that I’m afraid, acknowledge that my idea might not be perfect or ready, acknowledge that there might be flaws that I will probably notice later and even feel stupid about it, and still share my ideas anyway regardless of the voice in my head telling me to “wait a little more”

I usually go for choice number 2

The art and writing process is complicated, it’s so not easy to write something and feel ready to share it, no matter how much time it takes, you will never ever feel truly and utterly ready to share it, you’ll have that worry in your mind that maybe it’s stupid, or incomplete, or inconsistent or whatever else

And guess what? Sometimes, the worried voice in your head is completely right

But what matters is how you tackle it

Even if you share an idea, remember that you can always change your mind about it, you can absolutely go back and say, I don’t like that idea anymore and so I’ll remove/ change/ replace it

Ideas are never set in stone, you change and grow as a person as so do your ideas, they grow and change with you as you learn more and more, and sometimes they don’t, they don’t change at all, and that’s ok too

You can’t keep worrying about whether the story or idea you’re working on is ready or complete, because all you’re going to do is just walk around in circles and end up never sharing anything at all

It’s ok to be worried, but you can’t let your worries control you, of course, it’s not easy to ignore your worries, but it’s better than feeling stuck with your ideas

I myself do deal with these worries a lot, most of the time i just tell my brain “shut up” and share my ideas anyway, other times my worries do get the best of me and i tend to keep some ideas to myself

But sharing your ideas is actually essential for you to actually be able to work on them and refine them, because people might start asking questions or giving really good feedback that you actually sit with yourself to think about

But what if they ask you a question and you don’t know the answer to it? That’s actually a good thing, it’ll make you sit down and think of how to connect the dots and answer it, not only does it mean you’re actually making progress on your story/ideas, but these kinda questions help you understand different perspectives and by that, you learn and grow in your writing

It’s ok to be worried and to keep ideas to yourself sometimes, but don’t let them fester, because believe me, eventually your passion is gonna burn out because you kept overthinking it to the point it became just a worry than something you enjoy doing

In fact, to give you a bit of motivation, imma actually share one of the ideas I never shared cause I was afraid it’ll be a bit stupid and out of character

And I’m very worried about sharing it, but fuck my worry I do what I want

Remember when I mentioned Dream received one gift from Nightmare, and never received anything after? My idea for that gift was an echo flower he gave Dream, and it echoes one thing “I love you”

There, I shared it ouuughh the stress of sharing it is killing me actually, but I mean I can keep worrying about it forever, or actually share it and refine it later if I wanted, I choose the latter

And your ideas are never going to be perfect anyway, but you can improve them with time, even after sharing them

That’s all I do really shzggz

So go out there and start sharing anon, fuck anxiety, you can do whatever you want, you’re unstoppable

[lovesick-gardening]

Nikto with the sunshine, sweet, good, just reader who despite being that way guards their heart. so this man is intensely in love with you, like to the point of dreaming of you and genuinely staying quiet because you're so beautiful in his eyes he doesn't even know how to formulate a coherent sentence ...... yeah, this man is a total loser (affectionate). He's always looking after you even when you're not aware of it and he visibly comes to attention whenever anyone so much as mentions your name around him. You walk into a room and he is laser focused on you and sometimes he doesn't even realize how awkward that might be, but when he does remember, he's soooo grateful for the mask because his ears and neck and face feel so warm when you're around. a curious mix of shy in odd ways, yet gruff and absolutely puffing his chest and showing off whenever he can.

Oh and if you wear the niqab?? youre a hijabi??? he's melting at the softness of your eyes, the strength of your gaze. nikto looks into your eyes and wants to learn everything there is to know about you, about the softness of your eyes and the way your whole face lights up with a smile so precious that he can't even fathom what kind of effect actually seeing it would have on his heart. of course you're so gorgeous, really not everyone is even worthy of seeing your face. He gets it and never makes you feel uncomfortable and he never pressures you to take it off.

Nikto sometimes gets so absorbed in the bubble you too can create at times, but he's immediately disgruntled whenever another man tries to get your attention for some selfish reason. No, does this guy even know how excited you get talking about your favorite media? does he even know what your favorite subject was in high school or even an inkling of the thought process behind your outfits???? Nikto will literally subtly match your outfit in some way and he’ll fuss with that one thing to make sure it’s perfect. And even if you don’t notice it, he’ll do it all the time anyway because his whole being lights up at the thought of sharing anything with you. A style, a home, a life, if you’ll let him.

And then there is you. so kind, warm and intelligent and amazing and always making others feel welcomed and loved. You're always encouraging others to be confident. You - who affected Nikto with kindness that came so easy to you but meant everything to him. every moment of it, every bit of it, every second of it. When you talk to him and he talks to you, he feels like you two are the only people in the world and every second with you is precious. He hangs on to every word that leaves your mouth, tucks it safe into his ribcage where if you were ever to truly see the space you hold in his life, you'd know it's a library dedicated to everything you. What you love, what matters to you, your intellect, your experiences, your likes and dislikes. You mean so much and you don't even know. You withhold parts of yourself even from close friends - like your interests or the kind of books you like, for example - so everything Nikto knows is through pure devotion of his time and attention to you, only you. It has always been you and will never be anyone else.

You, who distance yourself from others the second they show any romantic interest in you. A waiter at a restaurant specifically tends to table around yours and keeps turning to see you and you don't even realize; it's only when a friend teases you about him having an interest in you do you realize. And it's the way you clam up and freeze that keeps Nikto from ever spilling his heart in incriminating ways. With words he can never take back and hides and lives with all the same. But oh - his feelings for you are anything but subtle, even when he thinks he's being mellow about them.

He holds your bags for you and if you have a favorite drink you'll first find it on your desk before Nikto works up the courage to just give you it each time that he knows you're craving for it. So strong, so big, so tall, and sometimes so gruff and other times he comes to life with this devastating streak of boyishness - like when he figures out something about you or when you let down a wall or when he knows he's flustering you. All he wants is to be let into your innermost circle where he'd live forever under your shade. If you're sitting under a tree, he's finding refuge in your shadow. His heart is entirely yours and shies and twists and even aware of its own weaknesses and faults, but still, Nikto doesn’t want it anywhere except with you.

What he wants is for you to know you’re always safe with him and you can rely on him. He’ll do everything from cooking your favorite meals to even shielding you from the sun when it’s too hot and the wind when it’s too cold. He’ll see you shiver and coo at you for not keeping yourself warm enough as he gets on the floor and slips socks onto your feet. It’s the best and worst kind of agony because he wants to do so much more for you. Want to tuck you into his side, wrap a blanket around you and kiss your forehead, your, eyes, your nose, your cheeks, and then your lips. To silence all those fears and insecurities, all those doubts. To have the honor of you asleep in his presence. Entrusting him with yourself

He's incredibly restrained - never wanting to make you uncomfortable, but it's his eyes that give him away. So wild with yearning and affection and want that overwhelms anyone looking on. Like he's never seen another person before, like you’re a star come down to earth, like you're all anyone ever wants.

He's okay with holding back for now, whatever it takes to be close to you. He'll accept anything you give him if it means you’ll let him look after you, to be a part of your life in any measure.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

OC "Secrets and Lies" Ask List.

What was the first lie your OC ever believed? How did they come to learn the truth? Or have they yet to do so?

Would your OC ever read the private diary of a friend or lover, if they had the opportunity?

What is your OC's view on "lying by ommision"? Is it as bad as outright lying in their view?

Has your OC ever had a secret crush on another person? Did they ever confide in anyone else about these feelings? Or were they buried too deep?

Does your OC ever tell "white lies" to spare someone's feelings, or to protect them from an upsetting truth? Or are they unsparingly blunt and uncompromisingly honest?

Is your OC secretive about their wealth? Or are they open about their financial or material resources?

Are there any secrets held by your OC's culture of origin that are held to be sacred? What are the punishments for revealing these to outsiders?

How good is your OC at telling when someone else is lying? Are they able to judge by someone's body language or facial expressions? Or are they easily fooled?

What is the funniest lie your OC has ever told? What made it so comical?

Does your OC have any dark (or not so dark) family secrets? Did they learn about them by accident or were they told?

Is your OC secretly a lot better at something than they let on? If so then what is their reason for pretending otherwise?

Has your OC ever been lied to and forgiven the person who deceived them? How long did this take them? Do they trust them now?

Does your OC feel guilty about lying? Or does it come very easily to them?

Has your OC ever taken on a secret identity or used a disguise to achieve their aims?

Has your OC ever found themselves having to keep lying to cover an original lie? How far did this go?

Has your OC ever pretended to like or enjoy something that they really didn't? Was this to impress others? To avoid causing offence? Or to please a friend or lover?

What would be the consequences that might follow the revelation of one of their deepest secrets? How far would they go to prevent this?

Is your OC a good liar? Or do they stutter or otherwise show they are struggling with the charade?

If your OC has a particular secret (or several) then how does this impact their day to day decision-making and life choices?

Has your OC ever shared a secret in confidence and then been betrayed by the person in whom they confided?

Has (or would) your OC ever blackmailed someone else with compromising information? To what end might they do this?

Has your OC ever engaged in a secret love affair? What was the reason for keeping it secret?

Does your OC have any fears or phobias which they keep secret from others? Is this because they are embarrassed? Ashamed? Or perhaps even guilty?

Has your OC ever had a secret crush? What stopped them trying to act on this?

Is your OC open about their past or do they prefer to keep such things a secret?

Does your OC have a tendence to exaggerate their accomplishments or sexual prowess? Has anyone ever challenged them on this?

What is a lie that your OC knows to be untrue, but prefers to try to believe? What would be the implications of accepting reality in this regard?

Was your OC ever told lies as a child (such as if they pulled a face and the wind changed, it would stay that way)? What age were they when they realised they'd been lied to?

Is your OC prone to false modesty? Is this from a genuine wish not to appear boastful? Or do they have other reasons to conceal their true capabilities?

If your OC was cursed to only be able to tell the complete truth then what would be the consequences? How long would it take them to get into a fight?

Has your OC ever been influenced by propaganda? How did this affect their behaviour? What are their feelings about it now?

Has your OC ever bought something that turned out not to be what was advertised? (perhaps a forged treasure map, a poorly-made replica of an expensive item, or a fake religious relic) What was the outcome of this?

Does your OC have any secret sexual fantasies or kinks? Do they ever plan to explore these in reality? Or are they very much never ever going to discuss these with anyone else?

Has your OC ever lied to let someone down gently? Perhaps by telling an admirer that they are already taken, or that they would love to try their cooking, but they have only just eaten....

What is the darkest secret from your OCs past? Do they keep it secret for their own sake or someone else's?

If dividing up resources (perhaps rations or treasure) then would your OC always be scrupulously fair? Or would they be happy to keep as much back for themselves as possible?

Your OC is asked by a close friend or partner to give their view on a new outfit or set of clothing. It really doesn't look at all good on them and possibly even looks utterly awful. Would they lie and tell them it looks amazing? Bluntly tell them that they look ridiculous? Or tactfully suggest an alternative might suit them better?

Has your OC ever lied to get someone into bed? What did they promise? And what was the fallout when their deceit was revealed?

Is your OC always honest with children? Or does the occasional (or even frequent) lie to scare them into obedience feel quite reasonable?

Has your OC ever been cheated on by a romantic partner? What was the impact of this? Could they ever forgive this infidelity?

Would you OC ever sabotage someone else's success by spreading rumours or dropping a lie in the right ear? What might motivate them to do such a thing?

Has your OC ever broken a promise to another person? Did they ever intend to keep this promise? What made them break it?

Does your OC cultivate a public image that is entirely at odds with their true agenda? How far would they go to maintain this fiction?

Will your OC willingly admit when they are frightened or in pain? Or have they trained themselves to remain stoic at all times?

Does your OC distinguish between groups when it comes to their willingness to lie? Perhaps they would never lie to members of their family or tribe, but outsiders are fair game? Perhaps they instinctively distrust certain people based upon their sex or race or nationality?

What secret completely changed your OC's worldview once the truth was revealed? How did this revelation affect their sense of identity?

Who was the person who made a promise to your OC and then let them down? Have they ever forgiven them?

When it comes down to it, does your OC even believe that there is such a thing as the objective truth? Or is the world just a morass of conflicting beliefs, convenient lies and subjective opinions?

Can your OC handle the truth? Or would they prefer to live in blissful ignorance if given the choice?

How important is it to your OC that they maintain a certain image to those closest to them? How far would they go to maintain this image? What secrets do they conceal that might change how their friends or family view them?

Art by Michael Lang.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Thanks for all your hard work, I’ve found so many good fics through here.

Do you have any recommendations for human au fics where Crowley and Aziraphale have known each other for a long time before becoming romantically involved. Could be acquaintances or co-workers or even friends, but looking for a good rec without a real meet cute/strangers-to-lover situation! Thanks so much :)

Hi! We have #friends to lovers and #childhood friends tags which you can check for lots of fics like this. Here are some more to add...

be mine tonight (be mine forever) by artenon (T)

Aziraphale knows he’s a solitary person. He knows Crowley may very well be his only true friend. He doesn’t mind this. He does, however, very much mind learning that his coworkers have a betting pool on whether he’ll be coming alone to the department holiday party next week. He especially minds when he learns that the reason there is a betting pool in the first place is because their intern, young Newton Pulsifer, is the only one naïve enough to believe Aziraphale might have a date. ----- In retaliation to a bet made against him, Aziraphale asks Crowley to be his date to the office holiday party. Certainly there are no flaws to be found in this plan. Certainly the secret love Aziraphale has been harboring for Crowley for the past several years won't be an issue. Certainly not.

Slipping by AppleSeeds (T)

When Aziraphale's friend and colleague Crowley asks him out at their work Christmas party, Aziraphale turns him down, having only ever thought of Crowley as a friend. Months later, Aziraphale's feelings for Crowley have changed, but due to a series of increasingly ridiculous misunderstandings, they both become convinced that the other isn't interested in a romantic relationship. (They're just adorable, oblivious, and pining, that's the whole fic.)

Wanna Bet? by Mimsynims (E)

“What do you mean, ‘you can’t find my name’?” “I’m sorry, sir. We have bookings for all of your colleagues, but your name is missing. Unfortunately that means there’s no room set aside for you.” “Right…” Crowley could guess who had made the ‘mistake’. “But surely there’s another room available? It doesn’t have to be on the same floor as the others’.” He would actually prefer it if it wasn’t.  “I’m afraid not, sir. Due to the conference all of our rooms are booked already.” The young woman on the other side of the counter looked genuinely distressed. “Most hotels within the vicinity are.” Crowley sighed and furrowed his brows. He didn’t even want to be here in the first place, and now he didn’t have a place to sleep? Knowing Gabriel, it would be no use asking to be allowed to go back home.  “Let me check something…” The woman brightened again, a small smile growing on her face. “Yes. It’s not ideal, but it seems that two of your colleagues have been placed in double rooms. Perhaps you or someone else can consider sharing?” Anyone want to guess who he ends up sharing a room with? ;)

On The Side by FeralTuxedo (E)

Aziraphale is far too pure of heart to be anybody’s bit on the side. Or so Crowley thinks. But when his friend starts seeing walking red flag Jim, with his dodgy smiles and mysterious past, Crowley does everything he can to protect Aziraphale from disaster. His own heart might just end up being collateral damage.

i've found a way (a way to make you smile) by curtaincall (T)

Crowley worked in Sales. He had never intended to work in Sales. It had just sort of happened. One moment, there he’d been, a newly minted university graduate off to change the world, exquisitely useless Philosophy degree in hand, and now here he was, having sauntered vaguely downwards into a Hell that consisted mainly of cold-calling new customers and sucking up to existing ones.   AU based on The Office.

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (T)

“And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

- Mod D

[tiredandoptimistic]

Not to make a post about the parallels between Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural in the year of our lord 2025, but that's exactly what I'm about to do so strap in.

The similarities between Angel and Castiel's situations are kinda impossible to miss. Besides their biggest similarity (which I'll get to in a moment), both of them are introduced to the series as mysterious and morally questionable supporting characters who pop in and out giving advice before integrating into the main story and cast due to a close relationship with the protagonist. Clearer than any of that though is their shared curse: experience a moment of true happiness, and something terrible will happen. Angel will lose his soul and Castiel will get dragged to superhell. Luckily, both of them are immortal guilt machines who excel at repression, so it takes a while for either of those curses to activate. For Angel it happens after he and Buffy have sex in season two, and I think we all know the basics of Castiel's confession to Dean in season fifteen. What I think is so interesting is that both of them have "true happiness" triggered by an expression of romantic love, but they kinda fall on such opposite ends of the spectrum that they wrap around to being the same.

For Castiel, "happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being," and literally just telling Dean that he loves him is his definition of happiness, because he's letting go of his fears and repression and simply allowing himself to feel and express his affection. Additionally, he believes that through this confession and summoning the Empty he will be saving Dean's life, so he's happy that his love can protect others. Angel on the other hand gets his moment of happiness through the most traditional example of love being fulfilled. While it's easy to joke about sex turning him evil, I'd like to point out that he doesn't lose his soul mid sex or even directly afterwards; he wakes up in the middle of the night to dramatically turn evil in the rain. It wasn't just sex, it was the intimacy of having sex with someone he loves and falling asleep next to her. Either way, we get two apparently distinct triggers: romantic words and romantic actions.

The thing that I find so fascinating about Angel's situation in particular is that he is totally able to date Buffy and say he loves her and stuff. Before he loses his soul and after he gets it back they're openly a couple and he's not even subtle about how down bad he is for her. Looping back to Castiel, it's an almost direct parallel to his idea of the difference between "having" and "being" in regards to happiness. Angel doesn't get pure happiness from having a relationship with Buffy because even when they're together he isn't really letting himself be in the moment. They make a big deal in season three about how they can't have sex because it would risk triggering Angel's curse, but I genuinely think that he'd be too afraid of losing his soul to actually experience that simple happiness with her, even if they did have sex. Like I pointed out earlier, it's about emotional intimacy more than physical intimacy, and after learning exactly how much damage he can do without his soul, Angel will not let himself be fully emotionally intimate with anyone (even if his romantic relationship with Buffy is pretty good and healthy given the circumstances).

Castiel has seemingly been aware of his romantic feelings towards Dean for a long time, but he's so focused on keeping his emotions hidden that he wouldn't let himself feel any actual joy in regards to that relationship. He was clearly happy with Dean, but his feelings were always tempered with grief until he realized that genuinely expressing himself and his love could help rather than harm. While Angel got happiness from a moment of reciprocation, Castiel didn't need to hear Dean's response because he was happy just openly admitting his feelings.

I just think it's neat how in both cases it's not having a romantic relationship with their beloved that actually causes true happiness, it's emotional honesty with themselves and the people around them. The romantic words are important for Castiel opening up about his feelings towards Dean, and the romantic actions are important for Angel accepting Buffy's feelings towards him.

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

Did Something Slip Your Mind?

Chapter 2/? <- previous [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Rohan Kishibe x Reader (she/her)

[SUMMARY] Read previous chapter first! After finding out you might be a key witness to a murder investigation, you suck up your nerves to preform your civic duty... but something seems off about the whole thing, and its not just the fact that the sketch artist is absolutely insufferable.

[WC] 4.5k

[!!!] Sfw for now, but will not be in the future. Heaven’s Door is a warning in itself. Memory erasing moments will be entirely excluded from readers perspective so you experience the confusion genuinely, but it will be obvious for the most part WHEN the stand has been used. Same warnings as previous chapter Tiniest bit of Jotaro x reader if you squint.

[an] hey everyone, schools coming into swing so uhhhhhhh taglist information at the bottom of the fic if you read it and enjoy and want more :)

The hotel was unassuming, tucked away in one of Morioh’s quieter corners, clean in a way that let it blend into the surroundings perfectly. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have given the building a second thought without the explicit directions Jotaro had left the night prior. The events of the previous day were still playing through your head, the entire encounter having been such a deviation from your routine that it still felt fresh. First, there was the detective's intimidating presence; then, the unsettling realization that you’d briefly worked with a suspected murderer; and now this, some formal witness interview miles out of your way.

Your intuition was telling you this whole thing was something you weren't supposed to be a part of, that you were in over your head, but curiosity (and a small sense of duty) pushed you forward. You couldn’t just ignore what you’d learned. Someone in Morioh was killing people, and if you had information that could help, you had to try at the very least. Even if you weren't exactly sure how much help you could be…

You took a deep breath after navigating the liminal halls, trying to shake off the nerves as you knocked on the door he had described.

Almost immediately, it swung open, revealing the man you’d met the day before; as imposing as ever, his hat-shadowed eyes meeting yours with intensity. For a moment, you actually felt like you were being sized up by the man in front of you.

But his demeanor softened as soon as recognition fell on his face. “Come on in,” he said, stepping aside to let you pass.

The suite was clean and sparsely decorated, about as impersonal as you'd expect of a hotel room, regardless of its size. Jotaro gestured for you to sit at a small table by the window, but your attention was quickly drawn to the other figure in the room.

Your stomach dropped the second you realized who it was.

He was seated casually enough, legs crossed, one elbow propped on the table as he leaned forward, paying little attention to anyone but himself. His hair was unmistakable, though—vivid green and styled in that sharp, angular fashion that somehow suited him perfectly. His clothing was equally flashy, though you expected nothing less from the man, but those bold colors and cutouts were the least of your worries now.

The tension in the room felt suffocating, though likely only for you. Between the stoic wall that was Kujo and the insufferable ego Kishibe wore like a suit, you felt like you were walking to a witness stand instead of an interview. But, Rohan hadn’t recognized you… at least, he didn't act like he did.

Jotaro’s gravelly voice had been calmly explaining the process for nearly five minutes now, but you felt like you were missing most of it. It was straightforward enough though, right? Regardless of the importance of his speech, your attention kept unintentionally drifting to Rohan, who now lounged on the couch as if he owned the room. His posture was relaxed, leaning back, legs apart as he absently flipped through a notebook with one hand, spinning a pen in the other.

You hated how casual he looked... as if this was just another Tuesday for him. But hey, maybe it was. You hadn’t known until today that he worked as a police sketch artist, but the notion made sense, at the very least. Though you’d only seen a handful of examples, you knew the man’s realism was as flawless as the stylized drafts in your inbox; he might be your least favorite person on this planet, but you couldn’t deny that he had an almost unparalleled talent… not that you spent that much time dwelling on it.

Jotaro’s voice cut through your spiraling thoughts. “Are you ready?”

Shit, maybe you should have been listening closer. Still, you nodded while asking for clarification, eyes darting nervously between the two men. “For what?”

“For me to do my job,” The artist said smoothly, finally looking up from his notebook. His green eyes locked onto yours, sharp and glinting with something that made you uneasy. You were allowed to relax for a moment, however. Intense as they might be, there was not an ounce of recognition in those eyes.

“Just try to stay focused,” he said, standing. “This will only take a moment.” 

You thought you saw him draw something—which was odd considering the fact you hadn’t described the suspect yet—but that was before the heavy sensation of nausea overtook you. It was difficult to explain, due primarily to the brevity of the feeling. It felt as if you’d sneezed somehow, but your brain completely ignored your action in the moment; it felt as if you’d knocked your head back without even realizing it. Even the ceiling above you felt unfamiliar for a second, but the nerves washed away as you realized that you must have spaced out. Nothing struck you as out of place.

You turned your head to Jotaro, who had moved across the room without you noticing, looming by the window like a marble statue. 

“What will only take a moment?” You asked for clarification.

Rohan smirked, causing your heart to falter. What was that look in his eyes?

“Just a few descriptions of the man as far as you can recall. You weren't daydreaming, were you?” Oh, this was just his ego on full display, he was just a man pretending to be an entitled god.

“I wasn’t daydreaming,” you said defensively, forcing yourself to sit up straighter in the chair. “I’m fine.”

“Of course,” Rohan said smoothly, snapping his notebook into a comfortable position. “You seem very… composed.”

The way he said it made your stomach twist, as if he were daring you to prove otherwise.

“Can we just get started?” you scoffed, turning your attention back to Jotaro. He cleared his throat with a small nod, something about his demeanor feeling much smaller than it had moments ago.

You sat in the uncomfortable spotlight, trying your best to recall the details lost to time. In between the generic questions—prompting things like the man's eye spacing, nose angle, and ear size—the artist continued to ramble.

“I want- no. I need context.” He paused, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Remind me, how did you meet the suspect?”

You furrowed your brows. “I designed a business card for him, I don’t see how that impacts the drawing, though.”

“Just for the sake of my mental process, helps immersion…authenticity… whatnot.” He spoke as if his explanation made perfect sense, waving his hand absentmindedly.

Who were you to judge his creative process, though? If the rest of the man had to be maddeningly frustrating, why shouldn't his artistic preferences be the same? You were willing to sit here and stonewall until he had what he needed for the sketch, surely he couldn't get that much worse. It was a good plan.

Well, it was a good plan until Rohan broke the uncomfortable silence once more, speaking in a tone you had no possible way of deciphering. “So, you’re a graphic designer? Tell me, what have you worked on recently?” 

The question caught you off guard, and your brain stuttered over how to respond. You blinked, unsure if he was genuinely curious or baiting you.

“I—uh…” You scrambled for something neutral. “Mostly cover designs. I’ve worked with a few smaller mangaka.” 

“Don’t sell yourself short, I'm sure your clients would be insulted to hear you think so little of them.” He quipped back almost instantly, still focused on the page.

You didn't know what to say, but thankfully, Rohan and his big mouth continued to do the talking for you.

“I'm intrigued, I must admit. Anyone I might know?” He mused, finally looking up from his sketchbook and straight into your eyes, expression unreadable, tone short.

Your stomach twisted again, but you somehow maintained composure. You were starting to second guess your judgment, however… unless this was how Rohan usually treated strangers.

“Probably not,” you said bluntly, keeping your voice polite but unattached as you held intense eye contact. You didn’t want to face the possibility that something was off, that you didn’t have control of the situation. There was no way he could have recognized you... right? 

Jotaro cleared his throat again, clearly uninterested in whatever game Rohan was initiating. “We’re not here to talk about her career,” he said, his tone firm enough to steal Rohan's gaze.

The artist simply waved his hand dismissively. “It’s relevant, isn't it? Context is everything, Kujo. Besides, I’m just trying to understand her perspective...You can't rush art.”

You gritted your teeth, unsure whether to feel flattered or insulted by the attention. Something was unnerving about the way Rohan spoke, as if he already knew the answers to his questions but enjoyed watching you squirm anyway. He had to know, right? No, if he had recognized you, why wouldn’t he bring it up?

If it were anyone but Rohan Kishibe, you might have had more lenience, but you weren't willing to put anything past the man you’d grown to despise.

“You said you worked with smaller mangaka,” he continued, his tone light but probing. “You must have an eye for detail. It’s no wonder Kujo hand-selected you, must have thought you’d be useful for this case.”

The casual banter made Jotaro’s brow twitch, though he said nothing. You felt trapped between them, caught in this strange and unspoken crossfire of disdain.

“I just do my job,” you said curtly, hoping to steer the conversation back on track.

Rohan chuckled softly. “Humble. I like that. Though, you must find it strange- working with someone like me.”

Your stomach flipped. The way he spoke felt pointed, as if he were daring you to acknowledge the unspoken.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said carefully, your voice steady despite the panic creeping up your spine. Fine then. If he was going to dance around it, why shouldn’t you? At absolute best, he truly hadn’t recognized you, and he was still treating you like some puny little plaything, just here to amuse him with your reactions.

“No?” Rohan tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “How fascinating. You don’t seem the type to overlook details.” 

Jotaro let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Kishibe,” he said, his voice coiled with irritation. “Stop wasting time.”

“I’m not wasting time,” Rohan said innocently, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise. He turned back to you, his smirk softening. “I’m just trying to make her feel comfortable. Isn’t that what good artists do?”

Your jaw clenched for what felt like the hundredth time, and you forced yourself to look away, fixing your gaze on the table in front of you.

“You've got enough detail to wrap up the damn sketch. Let’s move on,” Jotaro said sharply, his patience clearly wearing thin as he came to your rescue.

“Fine,” Rohan said with a theatrical sigh, leaning back in his seat while flashing the detective a pouting frown. “But don’t say I didn’t try to make this more enjoyable.”

The rest of the so-called interview was a blur. Jotaro asked a series of questions about Kira—about his clothing, the way he shook your hand, his mannerisms—anything that might be useful for their investigation. You answered as best you could, though your mind was still reeling from Rohan’s earlier comments.

That being said, something still felt… off, like the fact you hadn’t actually given them anything of value. Or the fact that Jotaro's questions seemed to take just a few minutes. Or the fact that Rohan hadn’t even asked you to verify the accuracy of the sketch.

Before you could dwell on it further, Jotaro stood, his imposing frame casting a shadow across the room. “Thank you for your time,” he said, his voice brisk.

You nodded, relieved to be leaving. Before you could make your way to the door, however, Rohan stood with his usual 'look at me' attitude.

“I’ll walk her out,” he said casually, in a tone you wouldn't have second-guessed from anyone else.

You hesitated, glancing at Jotaro, who frowned slightly upon noticing your expression. “Rohan, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Relax Kujo. I’m not an idiot. Besides, it’s the least I can do,” He added, his tone light but insistent.

There was no question in his voice, no space for refusal. He didn’t look at you as he spoke, brushing past with an air of indifference that only made you more uneasy. With no polite way to refuse, you nodded, heart sinking as he gestured for you to follow him. 

You swallowed hard, suppressing the urge to argue. Instead, you gave a polite nod, keeping your expression neutral as you fell into step beside him. His presence was commanding, the kind of energy that seemed to shrink the hallway around him, even if he wasn’t saying a word.

As you continued further into the hall, Rohan fell into step beside you, his presence unnervingly close.

When he chose to speak again, his tone of voice surprised you, now absurdly casual instead of biting. “Hope you don’t mind, I just wanted an excuse to get away from that dreadful room.”

You didn't reply. He worked here; you didn't give a shit how comfortable it was for him. 

“But alas,” he persisted with a sigh. “Duty calls. Just need a change of scenery to keep me sane, you know?” 

“Sure.” You nodded, coming to a stop at the elevator doors as you extended your hand to press the button. Thankfully, he got the hint this time.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting in silence—juxtaposed by Rohan leaning against the wall dramatically—the faint ring of a bell snapped your attention.

The elevator doors slid open, and you wasted no time stepping inside, choosing to stand near the back corner. Annoyingly, Rohan followed, choosing again to lean lazily against the wall opposite you, arms crossed over his chest. He seemed relaxed, almost bored, but there was something sharp in his gaze, something calculating.

The doors closed with a soft chime before you could voice any objections, and the elevator hummed to life, beginning its slow descent as your stomach dropped with it.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until Rohan finally snapped.

“So,” he began, his tone light, conversational, the floors ticking by painfully slow. “You never really answered my question. What other kinds of work do you do? Or is designing boring business cards and derivative manga covers your specialty?”

The jab landed squarely, and you stiffened, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. He was watching you, his expression unreadable but distinctly amused.

“I freelance,” you replied dryly, you just had to make it through this decent, and then you were free to go. Perhaps you could bore him into silence. “Covers, layouts, branding—whatever pays the bills.”

He hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head. “Freelance can be brutal. It must be hard to find consistent work. Or do you mostly cater to small-time authors?”

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to remain neutral, it wasn’t like he knew that he knew you. “It depends on the project. I’ve worked with a variety of clients.”

Rohan’s lips quirked upward. “A variety, you say? And yet, you don’t seem to recognize me.”

You felt like you’d been shot.

He was testing you. You could feel it in the way his words hung in the air, in the way his eyes gleamed with power.

“I’m sorry,” you said, feigning ignorance. “Should I?”

Rohan chuckled, the sound low and far too amused for your liking. “You know, it’s funny,” he said, straightening from his slouched position. “You’ve worked with smaller mangaka, but you have no clue who I am?”

So he just wanted recognition then? From someone who should have known him???

Before you could respond, however, he reached forward and smacked the red stop button on the panel. The car jolted to a halt, the hum of motion replaced by silence as you stumbled to find your footing.

Your breath hitched. “What are you doing?”

He turned to face you fully, arms still crossed, his expression smug. “I just thought we could take a moment to clear the air.”

“Clear the air about what?” you practically shouted, your voice sharper than you intended.

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “You’re playing coy. I don’t dislike that, but let’s not pretend.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He laughed, the sound rich with mockery. “Oh, come on. You send me emails—lengthy, passionate emails—full of thinly veiled contempt. You’ve practically made a second career out of critiquing my artistic choices. And now you want me to believe you don’t know who I am?”

Your mouth went dry.

“I… I work with a lot of people,” you stammered, the words hollow even to your own ears.

His grin turned predatory. “Of course you do. But tell me, how many of them have the name Rohan Kishibe written at the top of their contracts?”

You flinched, your composure beginning to crack under his scrutiny. He leaned closer, voice dropping to a near whisper.

“Every time you hit send on one of those delightful little emails, you see my name. I know you know exactly who I am.”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “I didn’t think it was my place to say anything,” you admitted, the words clipped, escaping your mouth faster than intended.

“Oh, how noble of you,” he said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know I was here, hm? Surely you had to have known we shared a town, or are you so wrapped up in your work that you don’t spend any time in Morioh?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward,” you shot back, your frustration finally breaking through.

Rohan’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with something that made your skin crawl. “Awkward? Or were you afraid of what I might say?”

The elevator suddenly felt far too small, the air too thick. You forced yourself to hold his gaze, even as every instinct screamed at you to look away.

“Maybe I just didn’t want to bother you,” you spat. “You seem like a busy man. Hm? Balancing your job as an artist with what- police volunteer work?”

He laughed again, the sound sharp and biting. “Oh, I’m always busy. But for someone as outspoken against me as you are in writing, you were surprisingly quiet in person.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to stay calm. “Is there a point to this?”

His grin faltered for just a fraction of a second, his expression flickering with something almost imperceptible. Annoyance? Disappointment? Whatever it was, it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual practiced indifference.

“The point,” he said, leaning back against the wall, “is that I don’t like being underestimated. And I certainly don’t like being ignored.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone.

“You weren’t ignored,” you said, your voice quieter now. “I just… didn’t think it mattered.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “It mattered,” he said simply.

The silence that followed was heavy, loaded with unspoken tension. You wanted to say something, anything, to break it, but you had nothing left to say to the man. He could talk himself to hell, for all you cared.

After a long moment, Rohan sighed dramatically, reaching out to press the button to restart the elevator. The car jolted back to life, resuming its descent.

“Well,” he said, his tone light again. “This has been enlightening.”

You didn’t respond, your mind racing once the elevator doors finally opened to the lobby.

“After you,” Rohan said, gesturing for you to exit.

You stepped out, your legs feeling unsteady as you took a second to compose yourself. After a moment, you glanced back to see him watching with that same infuriating grin.

“Good luck with this week's drafts,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity, arms crossed once again. “I look forward to your feedback.”

And with that, the doors closed slowly as he held his gaze; out of sheer stubbornness, you stared him down in return.

Was that supposed to be some form of intimidation? Or had Rohan found some form of sadistic satisfaction in leaving you in the lobby like this, equal parts confused, annoyed, and unnerved?

Whatever his reasoning might have been, it confirmed every single negative thought you'd ever had towards the man. Fuck him, you thought, baffled by the encounter all together. Honestly, the walk home felt like a daze itself, leaving you more confused than you had been on the trip over.

One thing was certain, however: if this was a game to Rohan, you sure as hell weren't about to let him win that easy. Besides, your contract clearly outlined another six months of payroll benefits. If he terminated it, you'd be rolling in money with no worries or complaints. But if you chose to end the agreement...

Fine, it was mostly because you depended on him. There was something nice about not living paycheck to paycheck, even if it meant putting up with the occasional jab or insult.

But was it really worth whatever that was?

[optional read: rohan pov]

Rohan Kishibe prided himself on being a man of precision and discipline; his craft demanded it, after all. He could spend hours—days, even—perfecting a single panel of his manga without once questioning his own judgment. Not that he needed to, of course. He also found satisfaction in the consistency of his work; that is to say, he could churn out projects like it was nothing… Yet now, as he sat at his desk, pen hovering over a blank page, his mind refused to focus. Instead, it spiraled relentlessly, replaying the events of the day and the memories he’d sifted through with Heaven’s Door.

Guilt wasn’t an emotion Rohan often entertained. It served no purpose, a distraction at best and a hindrance at worst. But as he thought about what he’d done—about how much he had seen—a strange tightness settled in his chest. It wasn’t that he regretted using Heaven’s Door; it had been necessary for the Kira investigation. No, what gnawed at him was the sheer depth of what he’d uncovered.

He had been efficient at first, methodical, filtering through her memories for anything useful about Kira. But then, inevitably, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had ventured deeper, into places he had no right to go, uncovering thoughts and feelings that were as private as they were unexpected.

Her thoughts about Jotaro, for instance.

Rohan scowled, his grip on the pen tightening. He hadn’t meant to linger there, but the way she thought about the man had been so vivid, so annoyingly warm. Admiration was one thing, but the subtle attraction she felt for a stranger had grated on him in a way he couldn’t quite understand.

Why did it bother him so much?

Jotaro Kujo was… Jotaro Kujo. Intimidating, stoic, perpetually grim. Hardly the kind of person who inspired affection. And yet, she had looked at him with admiration, even a hint of longing. Rohan had practically heard the unspoken 'what ifs' in her mind, and they’d clung to him like burrs ever since.

It wasn’t jealousy. It couldn’t be. Rohan Kishibe was above such petty emotions.

And yet…

He stood abruptly, pushing away from his desk. Crossing the room, he stared out the window at Morioh’s quiet streets, his reflection faintly visible in the glass. He didn’t like being ignored. That much he knew about himself. Whether it was his work, his reputation, or his presence in someone’s life, Rohan demanded acknowledgment. He thrived on it.

But she had ignored him.

Well, not entirely. She had recognized him, yes, but she hadn’t approached him. She hadn’t fawned over him, hadn’t stammered or blushed or tried to impress him like so many others did. Instead, she had decided he wasn’t worth her time.

Rohan’s lips pressed into a thin line. He couldn’t shake the irritation—and the hurt—that came with that realization. She didn’t like him. It wasn’t just indifference; it was outright disdain. He had seen it in her thoughts, in the biting way she described him in her head. Arrogant. Pretentious. Difficult to work with.

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t heard similar criticisms before. But hearing them from her—seeing them spelled out so clearly in her mind—felt different.

And then there was the other part. The part that made his stomach twist uncomfortably whenever he thought about it. The part he didn't even want to name.

It had been a passing thought, buried under layers of annoyance and frustration, but it had been there. He’d seen it, clear as day, and it had ignited something within him that he was now struggling to suppress.

Why did he care so much about what she thought of him? 

Rohan dragged a hand through his hair, letting out an irritated sigh. 

It wasn’t intentional, of course. He hadn’t planned to let her torment him in this way. But there was something about her that intrigued him, perhaps the way she stayed unflinchingly professional, even when she had every reason not to be. And she hated him.

Fuck.

He needed her to like him. Needed her to fawn over him like everyone else did. 

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling. Rohan Kishibe, a man who had always valued his independence, now found himself caring far too much about the opinion of someone who thought he was an insufferable jerk.

The guilt returned, heavier this time. She didn’t know how much he had seen. She didn’t know the full extent of how he had violated her thoughts.

Should he tell her?

The idea made his stomach churn. It wasn't something he could even consider. What would he say? Hello, I just wanted you to know that I read your mind and discovered all your innermost thoughts. Also, I’m sorry for being a bit of an ass about it.

No. That wouldn’t work. She’d never forgive him.

But could he really move forward without saying anything?

Rohan sighed again, pacing back to his desk. He needed her to keep working with him. More than that, he needed her to see him as more than just the arrogant artist she so clearly despised.

The problem was, he didn’t know how to bridge that gap. His usual charm—if it could even be called that—had little effect on her. If anything, his teasing seemed to irritate her. He hadn't cared at all a mere twelve hours ago, so why was it so important now?

He had to do something, though.

Sitting down, he grabbed his keyboard and opened his email. His fingers hovered over the keys for a moment before he began typing, the words coming slowly at first, then faster as he found a satisfactory rhythm.

Subject: Upcoming Cover Design

I hope this email finds you well. I wanted to touch base regarding the progress on the cover for the upcoming volume. While your initial concepts are strong, I’d like to see a version that incorporates more dynamic elements—perhaps something that better captures the intensity of the narrative.

Additionally, your attention to detail is always appreciated. I trust you’ll bring your usual level of creativity to this project.

Let me know if you have any questions.

Rohan Kishibe

He stared at the email for far too long before hitting send. It was professional, as always, but he’d chosen his words carefully this time, softening his tone just enough to leave room for interpretation.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

comment or dm to be added to my taglists. more info on my masterlist below :)

also, if you’re reading this. i have already written the scene where heavens door is used… teeheehee. i definitely want to keep it vague for now but 😃 holy moly it’s very fun. if only you had those memories mwahahaha

-> read other works and progress announcements on my masterlist !!

[sleepyyshifts]

I like making the fun little videos of things that happen in my dr or things i script using pictures from Pinterest and trending sounds, they help me feel better connected to my DRs, and i think i would make similar things there too if they were trending.

But as a whole i like the "vibe" of Shiftblr better. It feels like people give genuine advice and aren't trying to create the next best shifting method, when as I've learnt from here, you don't even need a method at all. For example, I'd never even heard of LoA before joining Shiftblr.

I'm trying to get back into shifting to DRs, it's been a while since I've done it, and i feel like the things i "learnt" from shifttok are holding me back a little because i did used to use a method, and i can't remember what method it was, so i think somewhere somehow for some reason my brain is like "well you didn't do this right so you won't shift" even though i now know that that's not true.

Even in the above paragraph you can see where the things i "learnt" from tiktok are feeding me misinformation, i need to unlearn everything tiktok told me and realize that shifting is easy. It's not about methods or "trying" and "failing" to shift at all.

Shifttok is fun for the creative side of shifting, scripting, and connecting to your DR , etc. But as a whole Shiftblr is the place to learn real facts about shifting, whether that's how to shift, or what shifting is. I'd recommend to anyone trying to shift to build your knowledge from the base up here. Start learning everything on Shiftblr, and then start scripting through tiktok (using trends, making short videos, skits, etc).

(I'm always looking for a learning opportunity btw, so if anything I've said is incorrect or anything please let me know. :) )

Don’t come after me but I like shifttumblr much more than shifttok

Shifttok just feels like — idk, like people are treating shifting like this little fun hobby, meanwhile on here it is discussed much better, people actually talk about it instead of posting those aesthetic videos

I’m not hating on people’s content, they can post whatever tf they want, but for me tumblr is better and more comfortable. Tumblr overall is my fav platform/app, just because all I’ve ever seen on here is always aesthetic and that feels really cozy

[charmac]

than copy-paste my ask w/out the stuff about his acting bc the rest of the stuff i said is still completly valid. i don't get why stans refuse to even admit that their fav is some times a bad person and call them out on their bullshit. you can still like him without ignoring or excusing his shitty behavoir

"not trying to start anything i really want to hear your and other ppls opinions. after seeing that redit video today abt the onset fight combined with other stuff glenn has said and done like the antivax stuff. im starting to really dislike glenn. he acts like a self obsessed tool all the time but so many stans baby him so much that they refuse to see or say anything about it [deleted] but maybe you or others have reasons to stan him pls share bc im clearly missing somthing. i dont want to not like him but hes making it very hard"

(the Reddit video being Rob talking about how Glenn freaked out during the filming of The Gang Saves the Day because he didn't feel comfortable getting "shot" in the scene with Dee killing all of them and threw a tantrum on set)

First of all, I don't think anyone refuses to admit Glenn is anything but perfect, and I also don't think anyone excuses his "shitty behaviour," but while you only may have just become aware of this moment, it was first brought to light in 2017, right before Glenn left the show "for good" and has kinda been hashed to death. If you're genuinely asking 'why is no one talking about Glenn's temper tantrums from 8+ years ago,' idk how to answer that question other than: why would we be? It's just not relevant

We know, from set stories and Glenn himself, that Glenn has gone through many ups and downs on the set of Sunny. He's spoken quite a bit about how his attitude has ruined the vibe and created a lot of tension in the writers room and on set before, and it's something he needed Rob to bring to his attention in Season 11 because he couldn't recognise it harmed other people (and that's what led him to realise he needed to walk away). I think it's not, like, a hidden or dismissed aspect of his personality that he's a diva, even today after righting his attitude and returning, he still tends to "method act" to a degree when he's playing Dennis and comes off a certain way

So yes, he's been "exposed" as a brat on set and a little entitled in general, and he's got some questionable views on health, for sure and I think that can make you dislike him and if that's so...that's fine. I don't think anyone in this fandom cares if you do or don't, honestly, but that works both ways.

People who post about Glenn in fond ways aren't going to disclose that they know he's entitled and centrist every time they post anything about him, but whenever something does happen/come out, people do criticise it in the moment. The Podcast brought a lot to light and it seemed like weekly we were scrutinizing something RCG said but, like, there's genuinely nothing Glenn has done in the past year that the fandom has chosen to ignore for the sake of excusing his shitty behaviour...? Are we supposed to rehash dead and buried RCG drama just because it was reposted to a different platform?

I get if you're just learning about him as a person now it can be weird to see most people who are actively talking about him seem to just be stanning him blindly, but that's really not true. The TASP days are just behind us, and Glenn's PR is very strong with his gay whiskey tour front and center (and you're asking me lol).

As to providing you with reasons for stanning him... just search "Glenn Howerton Interview" on Youtube.. or watch this one .. and if you don't get it, you probably just don't like him and that's fine, lol he'll probably get you eventually if you're around long enough

[the-red-butterfly]

Domesticity On The Run

Corazón, Baby 5 & Law (One Piece)

It came to his notice again only a day later, in their camp on the next island. Corazon was refreshing his paint after they’d escaped a bad rain, wiping the streaks- almost like tear stains- from his face. Baby 5 perked up when he’d pulled the little cases from his coat, “Can you show me how to do that?” “Hm? Oh, makeup? Sure, come on up, kiddo.” She clambered up onto his lap, watching diligently as he carefully painted his lips. The strokes were even and swooping, his hands steady and skilled from long routine. Law had found himself watching Corazon’s hands, ever since he learned about the nerve damage. The brush was accordingly held, not between the tips of the fingers, but between the second knuckles, and swept with movements of the entire hand. He finished with a flourish and a quiet ‘ta-da!’, and Baby 5 perked up, wiggling eagerly on his knee, “Now me!” “You want some, too?” She nodded fervently, “Yeah- it’s pretty.” He smiled, a tiny, genuine thing under the big fake one. “Alright, hold still.” Law was reminded, suddenly and painfully, of watching his mother do her makeup in the vanity, of his sister begging to partake in the daily ritual and ‘look pretty like mommy’. He pulled his hat down and turned away with a scowl, heart aching. Ch. 7 Names by Mallow_of_the_Marsh

Finally done with this ✨ I'm so happy with how it turned out!

GUYS, if you like Corazón and Law fics this one is SO GOOD. It's a AU about Corazón kidnaping Baby 5, it's called Hearts and Kisses I can't recommend it enough.

This was originally going to be one page but Cora was really so big that I had to move him to his own single page XD he just would NOT fit 😂

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Shameless plug but I'm trying to buy some books for my french class in case you'd like to get a commission from me -> Open for Commissions

AND I haven't really updated the comic commission sheet in ages but the gist of it is mostly the same in case anyone's interested.

[causeimcrayzeebee]

Spoilers for chapter 4 so far!

okay ik everyone and their mother is probably talking about this but monomoko seems to be becoming more and more sympathetic for the students and it kinda scares me for her future, considering what just happened w dr kan (KYS!!!!!). im not particularly sure as to why this is happening, maybe the black spots have to do with the memories or the feelings from the deceased students??? i feel like that has to have some significance. also she went and talked to people that were pretty significant to people who died or got killed, like sasaki and okazaki, so i find that intriguing. im still so confused as to how any of monomokos abilities work but hey ojima got a glimpse of the sky! yeah open sky screamed death flags ojima pls stay true to your word. also the yanagi analysis by monomoko was wild lmfao but i did really like seeing that, it was good to get a better idea of who yanagi really wants to protect,,, hes grown on me so much god i love him

TAMBA MISSING KAMIMURA I AM IN TEARS F UGH KKJSJAJEJE sweetie you DO deserve to be alive but this dialogue is so real i can totally see why tamba is spiraling out. her survivors guilt is really getting to her n how she was so careless before n still survived while someone like kamimura who took a bunch of precautions was killed. obviously tamba deserves to live; the question of who deserves to live is as hayashi said, it’s not something anyone has to prove, you just make the most of it. i really love hayashi and tambas interactions ESP in this chapter.

watari adding patches for the people who died in gonna CRY. i wonder what she would’ve said if she had the time to respond to monomoko, that definitely put Okazaki onto the forefront of her mind.

now onto some actual analysis

I think the why do you mourn them question is answered well with tambas sentiments before; they were so young and just died because of the situation they were forced into. Danganronpa is so dangerous too when the people in the killing game are teenagers, who are still learning to make rational decisions, so putting them in a kind of environment that puts pressure on them to make this kind of sacrifice to get out alive and save themselves, a very human instinct.

i had something in my drafts that I was gonna post desperately but might as well talk about it here cause it fits! i think a lot of why the pink cast is in such mourning goes to the kind of lives they live normally. many of them are more isolated, like kamimura or wada, or surrounded by people but not truly by people they can be themselves around, like hiroaki, chiba, and harada. especially considering them being the best in their field, they have lives where it’s hard to make connections with their peers and it’s a genuine one. that’s why hasegawa n kamimura become attached at the hip so quickly; kamimura was able to actually have a friend. this applies to pretty much everyone, and i think that is what is at the heart of the quick connections. they have the ability to be with their peers and don’t have the outside worlds social pressures on them. it’s a horrendous situation ofc, but if it weren’t for the killing game, they wouldn’t have talked to each other even if they did live near each other because of various reasons. i think the original danganronpa was trying to get to this point and it did in some cases, but in others it didn’t and that lead to a lack of mourning from the cast towards the people they lost except maybe one or two people.

tetro casually making me lose my mind yay hope all that made sense

[alexdswfan]

Hange and Levi's first meeting in No Regrets and what it means to Levi

I'd like to talk about a scene in No Regrets that gets brought up sometimes by certain people in the fandom, which is Levi and Hange's first meeting, but I don't think fandom talks enough about the emotional impact this scene must've had on Levi, or why that first meeting is so important to him. This scene always manages to make me feel emotional no matter how many times I think about it, hence why it's my favourite part of the manga, because for the first time since Levi, Furlan and Isabel got in the Survey Corps, someone treated them with kindness and didn't look down on them.

The first thing we can notice from the way Hange approached them is how genuine and excited Hange is with what they achieved with the Titan, making sure to include them all in the achievement and not only Levi as seen here by how Isabel tells Hange that their group is amazing and Hange agreeing with her.

Hange is interested in getting to know more about Levi's strength, but it's in a way where they want to learn from him and get taught by him rather than in an idea of using his strength as a tool. By bringing the other Scouts in the conversation as seen below, Hange encourages Levi to teach them his tricks so they can all have better chances of survival and also kill Titans more efficiently from now on.

Hange wants to get to know Levi as a person first and foremost, which does impact Levi who hasn't really met anyone in the Survey Corps until that point to be interested in himself as a person and not just as a tool, and in his friends too as he's inseparable from them. Hange doesn't forget about them and even includes them in the conversation in their own easygoing way as seen in this panel.

Continuing on this idea, one of the most important parts of this scene is how Hange isn't only friendly with Levi, but they're friendly with Isabel and Furlan too, going so far as to give Isabel a treat for the start of their new friendship. It might not mean much, but for people who recently left the Underground where getting treats was probably a luxury or at best hard to come by, Hange's action will impact them far more than some people might realize. These three have constantly been called thugs or have been disrespected until they showed their technical prowess with Titans during their first expedition, so to see Hange push past that barrier by wanting a genuine friendship with them is such a contrast to the way they have been treated by the others all this time. And even when Levi is curt with Hange, they don't give up, inviting them all to a meal after the expedition is over, which shows how much Hange wants to get to know them better as people, and not only as soldiers skilled with ODM gear.

I think what impacted Levi the most out of that exchange wasn't necessarily that Hange was kind with him. It's definitely important, but when we know how much Levi cares about the ones he loves, how he values their lives much more than his own, it's that Hange was so kind with his friends that really impacted him the most, and I don't think fandom talks enough about it. How affected Levi must've been by Hange's sheer kindness without expecting anything in return from him in a world where that concept simply didn't exist. Levi was being kind with others, but this is the first time we see someone else that isn't part of his group be kind to him in return. I think what Hange did that day for him and his friends meant a lot more to Levi than we realize. Someone in the Survey Corps finally treated them as they should've always been treated, with respect and kindness and not with disdain or even coercion. And Hange isn't bothered by his refusal to communicate with them as seen by Furlan's reply here: "Anyway, Hange doesn't seem particularly bothered."

They respect his boundaries when Levi doesn't feel like answering since he doesn't want to get attached to new people (we know how that plan failed in retrospect, but he still tried), and that's because Hange doesn't try to force anything out of him. They tried and he didn't want to engage, that was fine with them, they'll still want to be his friend in the future regardless of Levi's answer. And I don't think fandom gives enough credit to Hange in this scene.

This scene will forever remain my favourite in No Regrets because it shows just how incredibly kind and friendly Hange was with Levi since the very beginning. Yes, this has to do with Hange's personality, that it's just like them to be attracted by the new outsiders or misfits and try to befriend them, but the important part is that someone at least tried. And it makes total sense how out of everyone we know, it had to be Hange to carry out that role. Someone caring as much about his friends as Levi simply cannot be hated by him. This scene actually destroys that claim even more, because by this definition, Levi would have to hate the first person in the Survey Corps to actually be friendly with his friends, the most important people in his life at that moment in time. It's again completely nonsensical to say that, and I do think the people who keep saying it either have forgotten this scene exists or they'd rather ignore it because it wasn't included in the OVA. But regardless of the reason, the fact remains this scene is part of the No Regrets manga and is important to delve even further into the relationship of Levi and Hange as it presents the blueprint of their relationship. Supportive and caring for each other until the very end.

Edit: I want to add that Levi definitely felt suspicious towards Hange's kindness at first since genuine kindness doesn't exist in his world. Coming from the Underground, he has all the reasons to be suspicious of Hange (as people have pointed it out in the reblogs). That being said, Hange's intention was to be friendly with him without wanting anything in return from that friendship, and I do think Levi was more appreciative of the whole exchange later in time when he got to learn Hange better. I struggle to say that someone who later in the story becomes one of his closest friends tried to be manipulative with him at the beginning of their relationship like the man with glasses from Bad Boy. Levi would never try to befriend such a person in my opinion. But we all know how their relationship grew instead, where their communication skills are beyond anything we've seen in the manga, so in the end, Hange's intention of becoming his friend proved to be genuine despite Levi's first suspicions. Therefore, I respectfully disagree with the interpretation brought forward in the comments that Hange might've been manipulative with Levi and his friends. Hange has no reason to manipulate them. Let's all remember Hange has no clue whatsoever about the subject Levi, Furlan and Isabel discuss beforehand. They're only interested in the group's prowess and efficiency at fighting Titans, and then later in them as people since they're open to a more meaningful friendship with them three. Someone manipulative wouldn't have cared about being friends with them afterwards.