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[trixibebe]

oc x canon ~ I love you - I love you too

[stunie]

ok so i hit 30 tags pretty early so i wanted to add extra thoughts under here i am SOOO SORRY OMFG ITS SO MUCH 😭😭 GOD

attempt 1 at reading - thoughts:

i love how you wrote the nervousness and hesitation of both reader and atsumu ): this relationship feels so genuine and realistic, like every thought is so real and complex and it all just plays out soooo vividly in my head. i can literally feel every single thing in MY SOUL. it got me holding my breath, my heart racing, my stomach churning

the kiss . the first kiss where mr suna interrupted . when i tell you i read it like this >//////< EXCEPT MY HAND WAS CLASPED SO TIGHTLY OVER MY MIUTH. oh my god the reaction i had. it really felt like a first kiss all over again, i was genuinely WARM and all blushy

attempt 2 at reading - thoughts:

i loved how u wrote out the tension again .. and your characterization for all of them ?? kita being all observant? osamu being all curious ?

the emotional rollercoaster i am on in this chapter is crazy. i took my first break after suna interrupted (the kiss killed me), and im taking my second break right after atsumu confesssd (i was killed a second time). i was irritated during the cafe bc WHY r u avoiding me, and then the next second i’m like squealing 😭 the way that u write yue !! the way that u write . i am such a mess right now give me another moment

attempt 3 at reading - thoughts:

holy shit this scene . the kissing ? THE AAY YOU DESCDIBED IT from the first kiss ?? this one made my stomach FLIP omfg .

oh god the neck kisses . the .. the everything . my left leg has goosebumps idk why it’s only my left leg am i okay yue ? am i okay what’s wrong with me

i have a little ways to go i’m almost done but i need yet another break holy shit i have been reduced to a dizzy lil mess what have i become

attempt 4 at reading - thoughts:

oh my god ): oh my god ): what am i even supposed to say here. i love how u wrote the smut part ?? it feels like actual love ? he is so sweet pls

osamu interrupting had me jolting upright BECAUSE SUNA FIRST NOW OSAMU ? is kita the next victim ?? poor baby

AGHHH THE ENDING IS SO CUTE i fr feel like im in an anime ): i feel so pretty and so lovely THIS WAS SO LOVELYYY TYSMMM YUE FOR WRITING THIS

v. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

miya atsumu x f!reader

── next: vi. Epilogue: Sakura sweetness | series masterlist

synopsis: A drunken conversation with Atsumu leads to a cascade of events that has your mind practically exploding with endless questions, and with the way Atsumu has been acting, you want clear answers, and you’ll get them one way or another—even if it meant arguing in the twins’ shared apartment on a late Thursday afternoon.

chapter content warning: college au, mentions of alcohol use, intoxicated characters, cockblocker suna (rip), angst, hurt/comfort, awkward tension, atsumu & reader are dumbasses, arguing, light smut (mdni; nothing too explicit), nsfw, implied unprotected s*x, fluff towards the end yay, kita graduates from uni!, mutual pining, slow burn, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers, not beta read.

word count: 6.1k

notes: AAACKKKK last chapter!! also happy 1 month to this series !! i’m surprised i got to finish this in less than 2 months lmao considering how slow i am w writing :< divider: cafekitsune.

Light. Everything felt light—your head, body, voice, heart.

It felt like all the weight of your shoulders had been lifted, and you could be as carefree as a bird soaring through cerulean skies to be one with the wind. Because right this very moment, nothing mattered at all, not even the fact that you stood before the person you’ve been trying to avoid since the new year rolled around.

Tucked neatly at the back of your mind like a silent reminder, you knew you shouldn’t trust your intoxicated self right now—whether it be your thoughts or feelings but the urge to stop wasn’t there, and you felt extremely optimistic about this—all thanks to the burning alcohol that clouded every bit of your judgement.

Everything felt right.

As you met his caramel gaze, your vision tunnelled, everyone, and everything that surrounded both of you slowly turned into nothing but a mix of hazy hues, upbeat music that spilled from the speakers fading into the distance as you, and Atsumu entered your own world—even the orange-haired male with the bright, doe eyes melted away from your view.

Just you, and Atsumu, exactly how it was supposed to be.

With a bated breath, Atsumu wordlessly nodded, and awaited your next move, as if shackled in a hazy trance. He was fully aware of the thundering heartbeat that rang in his ears, the way his slender fingers ever so slightly dug into the scarlet plastic cup in his hand, cheeks burning with unexplainable emotions.

“Let’s talk somewhere else.”

It took all the effort for Atsumu to ignore the feeling of your bare skin against his, the searing touch of your fingers around his wrist as you hurriedly whisked him away into the intimate space of their kitchen, as if to shield you both from everyone else’s prying eyes. Despite a stained judgement, the blonde was sure no one gave a single damn if you were to talk it out in the living room, everyone was in their own buzz anyway.

Nonetheless, Atsumu let you take the lead, whatever you wanted, he obliged. As though he was floating on cloud nine, his body became lighter with each step taken, head lightly spinning, warmth that radiated from your palm seeped into his flushed skin, prickly, miniature kisses engulfing his body.

“I’m okay now.” Resting your lower back against the ivory granite countertops, you stare up at Atsumu through your lashes, not noticing your lingering fingers curled around his wrist. For a brief moment, your breath hitched, stomach churning at the sight before you. The lighting behind Atsumu made him look like absolute heaven, flaxen strands glowing like the first rays beneath the warm illuminant, casting an ethereal halo at the back of his head. It didn’t help how he stared down as if your eyes held the cosmos in them, completely awestruck.

Whatever, you chalked it up to his intoxicated state. What else could it have been?

For a brief moment, Atsumu wracked his brain for context behind your words, and as the invisible lightbulb atop his head switched on, he was reminded of the situation at hand. It definitely pulled his consciousness into sobriety. Just a tad bit.

“A-are y’sure?” A breathless, almost dainty whisper slipped past his rosy lips. He took note of the way your gaze shifted ever so slightly downwards, eyes crudely lingering on the plush of his bottom lip as his tongue briefly swiped against it.

Atsumu’s Adam’s apple bobbed at your not-so-subtle stare, stomach churning with want. He knew this feeling all too well—it visited him whenever he was alone in his room, mind wandering over to thoughts of you which filled every corner of his mind; sometimes the feeling was too strong, other times he could bear it. Tonight, though, Atsumu wasn’t sure if he was immune to this feeling, let alone erase any impulsive thoughts from his intoxicated mind.

What pulled you into this decision was something you’d never figure out; maybe it was the fact that your yearning heart grew tired of the icy distance between the two of you or maybe you’ve truly come to terms with his unreciprocated feelings—you didn’t know. All you knew was that nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations, especially when it involved feelings. But this could be an exception, right?

“So . . Does that mean we can be friends again?”

It was weird. Atsumu’s voice brimmed with a sense of hope—as if he’s been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeks—but the strange glint in his caramel eyes betrayed the blonde entirely.

Despite your better judgement, you chalked it up to the warm light that casted a soft shadow upon his features; maybe you were too dizzy to see things clearly, or maybe you were looking too deep into Atsumu’s expression—hoping to find some sort of sadness upon hearing your decision to move on, and accept his rejection.

Atsumu watched as your eyes traced his features, closely observing them as if to find some kind of answer; as selfish as it seemed, the intensity in your eyes gave him a tinge of hope that perhaps you could let yourself pine over him just a little longer because he wasn’t sure what he’d do with the knowledge that your heart would no longer yearn for him.

The situation was a double-edged sword, really.

You let out a puff of breath, “Yeah, of course. We’re friends again.” Friends. That word should have given you more relief than sorrow but could you really blame yourself? It felt like a bitter reminder of cold rejection which resembled salt pressed against an unhealed wound, a searing itch that left your skin feverish.

Even if it meant selling yourself short.

Avoiding his eye contact, you swiftly unwound your fingers from his wrist, mentally cursing yourself for not noticing any sooner. A cold embrace engulfed Atsumu’s wrist, where your fingers were mere seconds ago, he tried his best to ignore how his body yearned for your warmth. He gave a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

For a moment, you stood in each other’s silence like two predators sizing up one another, eagerly waiting for one’s move before pouncing, the silent hum of the fridge making up for the lack of conversation between one another.

How strange, this agreement should have cleared the unsettled air between you, and Atsumu but why did it feel like the complete opposite? As if the air turned into something more uncertain. You both knew you could feel the uncanny tension rising up, up, up but not one dared to address it.

Swiftly burying it under the rug, Atsumu spoke, thinly slicing through your trance, “You’ll find someone better.”

God, he must’ve really matured this new year because he didn’t know how he was able to say that straight to your face. Being one to wear his heart on his sleeve, this was completely foreign for Atsumu—or maybe he just got better at masking his true emotions.

You closed your eyes upon hearing his response, as if doing so would help you brave the weight of his words. It didn’t. That was the last thing you wanted Atsumu to say to you, ‘someone better’, it was brazen of him to think so poorly of himself, as though he wasn’t that certain someone. It was entirely unfair on your end because who was Atsumu to determine which person was for you?

Even just thinking about it had you fuming, rejection was one thing but completely disregarding the reason behind your feelings for him was another because in your eyes, Miya Atsumu was that ‘someone better’; he was the one who understood you the most, the one who always looked out for you, the one you fucking wanted.

And despite your mind telling you to nod along, and suck it up, the alcohol in your body was stronger; so, you opened your eyes, and furrowed your brows at him,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“But I don’t want anyone better, Tsumu. I want you.”

Atsumu’s eyes widened, the desperation in your voice was something he hadn't heard before, it definitely pulled at his heart, guilt gnawing at his skin for being the sole reason for your drunken actions. He may be drunk but he wasn’t stupid, Atsumu knew you should’ve kept that one to yourself, he could practically see you brimming with temerity but he’d be lying to himself if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat or two.

I want you, too. God, he wanted to say it back badly. The words were lodged in his throat, unable to slip past his lips despite the best efforts to do so.

It dawned on him—right then, and there—the severity of your feelings for him, the immense weight of it. Now, guilt really ate him away; he could only imagine how the past two weeks were for you. Did you cry while thinking about him?

That was the last thing Atsumu wanted.

Though, amidst the guilt, something else blossomed in his chest, it made him feel like he stood upon the highest pedestal. Atsumu didn’t know whether it was pride or greed; as fucked up as it was, he couldn’t bring himself to push the impulsiveness away as though you’ve infected him with your own. His heart hammered at a thought that formed in his mind, even just thinking about it stirred his chest.

Despite Atsumu’s better judgement, he held onto the feeling with a tight grip, and opened his mouth, tongue nervously swiping at the bottom lip,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“Is . . Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?”

You sucked in a breath, heart pounding at Atsumu’s sudden confession. If you were sober, you’d have a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, questioning the feelings he really had for you but unfortunately, only one thing was on your mind—how badly you wanted to kiss Atsumu too.

Dragging yourself further down, down, down the void of uncertainty, you shook your head in a daze,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“What if I say I want to kiss you, too?” 

Barely audible but Atsumu heard it just fine over the pounding of his heart, over the incoherent conversations beyond this kitchen, over the muted bass music because as long as it's you, he’d always listen, even if it meant drowning out the entire world.

Then, there was a heartbeat, a passing second, a dip of a finger to test undisturbed waters; the funny thing was that even a minute disturbance could cause a ripple effect for miles, and miles, awakening the dormant creatures that lay beyond the azure surface.

It was swift, as though Atsumu had been waiting for this very moment to happen—one second you were locked in a trance, the next his lips were pressed against your own, a shared warmth of intimacy searing both bodies in an eternal blaze like a blue flame that dangerously destroyed everything in its path.

Shy. Warm. Soft. Rosy. Like it was meant to be. The list could go on, and on but it was as though your thoughts came quickly before your mind could register them, leaving you in a white, empty haze. With the plastic cups long forgotten on the counter behind, you closed your eyes as Atsumu’s body eagerly pressed against yours, strong arms coming up to rest on the granite countertop behind you, fingers digging into the material to ground himself.

For a moment, everything was still, lips unmoving against each other, a time to bask in this newfound intimacy—the foreignness of one another’s body. The earth felt like it spun on its axis way faster than usual, as if day, and night merged to become one; hues of late dusk, and early dawn intertwined like your bodies.

Bitterness from Atsumu’s rosy lips lingered on your own; you never liked the taste of beer but oddly enough, you didn’t mind it at all.

Your hands cupped Atsumu’s jaw, fingers gently digging onto his soft skin, eager for more as your lips moulded together. Slowly moving his mouth against your own, you followed suit to match the sensual pace he had set, falling deeper, and deeper between the hazy boundaries of friendship, and something a little more. Low whimpers slipped past between each feverish kiss as a drunken greed gradually controlled your bodies.

The initial softness of the kiss dissipated as each second passed, slowly turning into something more carnal, and passionate—breaths becoming heavier, and faces eagerly pressed against one another, angled in a way to grant more access.

Was this what cloud nine felt like? Exhilarating? Euphoric? As though there was no one else—

“Oh!—Holy shit. Did I interrupt?”

A familiar voice violently pulled you, and Atsumu back into reality, swiftly jumping away from each other’s hold, and looking over to the owner of the voice. Suna. The brunette stared at both of you—looking like a deer caught in headlights, chests heaving—his expression was unreadable, almost like a mix of shock, and amusement. You, and Atsumu kissing in the kitchen was absolutely not in his new year bingo card.

Well, this encounter certainly was enough to strip you into sobriety.

Your head spun a little, lungs severely deprived of oxygen. Shame, and realisation settled deep in your bones—shame because Suna just caught you, and Atsumu almost sucking the soul out of each other, and realisation because everything about this whole situation was so wrong; a million questions formulated in your mind as each awkward second passed.

On the other hand, Atsumu was equally as horrified, albeit annoyed that he didn’t have the chance to kiss you longer. The thrumming of his heart pounded in his ears, his mind trying to come up with anything to say just to stop the thoughts formulating in Suna’s mind—oh, he knows that look on his friend’s face very well.

Your view became obstructed by the expanse of Atsumu’s back, a subtle attempt to block you from the brunette’s gaze.

“W-what the hell, Suna?! Don’t jus’ barge into the kitchen, ya scrub!” Atsumu tried his best to act tough but miserably failed with the shakiness in his voice betraying him.

As if to make matters worse, Suna didn’t back down, a smug look painted on his flushed face as the blonde shamelessly blamed him,

“Well, how was I supposed to know that you two were sucking each other’s faces in the kitchen?!”

Did he have to word it like that?

Atsumu opened, and closed his mouth, trying to think of ways to deny Suna’s accusations but his mind went blank, even with just the brunette mentioning your kiss had him blushing like a mad man. Silence yet again occupied the kitchen, low bass music spilled from the speakers, and incoherent chatters from beyond the space making up for the lack of conversation.

Before the situation could get even more awkward, you spoke up, “I . . think I’m just going to go . . ” This gained both their attention, carefully watching as you navigated past Atsumu, and out the kitchen.

The blonde watched as you staggered past him, and Suna; he wanted to go after you, and talk about what just happened but the soles of his feet stayed rooted on the ground, too heavy to lift, even the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.

So, Atsumu decided it was best to let you go.

Monday. 

Everyone’s enemy but also a day to gather around the campus coffee shop with friends, and be productive for a while. The calming aroma of coffee engulfed your senses; low chatter from other customers, faint jazz music, and the occasional hum of the coffee machine filled the table from the lack of conversation. Despite the café’s light ambience, it didn’t do much to hide the growing tension that surrounded the group, specifically you, Atsumu, and Suna.

Kita was the first to notice the subtle shift of aura that emanated from you three, especially after catching a glimpse of Suna’s narrow eyes trailing from you to Atsumu over his laptop screen; though, he had much more things to worry about than to indulge himself in whatever tomfoolery this was. He’d ask questions later.

On the other hand, Osamu was more than curious, especially after his older twin started acting out of character—Atsumu wasn’t one to engulf himself in thoughts to the point where he’d be staring at an inanimate object, in a complete daze but lately, Osamu has seen him behave as such.

The latter could practically feel the weight of awkwardness pressing against his skin as he subtly watched the three of you. Of course, he did his best to pry off information from the blonde only to no avail; Osamu didn’t know why Suna was even caught up in this but he suspected it was from the party a few days ago.

He remembered seeing you stumble out of the kitchen when he was on his way to grab more drinks from their fridge, the younger twin thought nothing of it until he was met with Suna, and Atsumu awkwardly standing in the kitchen. Normally, Osamu would’ve asked questions that night but the alcohol in him couldn’t care less about the situation.

Staring at the untouched document pulled up on your laptop, you ducked behind your screen to avoid Suna’s wandering gaze, and Osamu’s not-so-subtle curiosity. This was hell. You didn’t even know why you decided to turn up today after that shit show at the party—maybe because you thought you could shove down that memory especially after telling Atsumu that you were fine or maybe you craved the closeness you two once had, and now you were here to rebuild that.

As easy as it sounded, you feared it might not be so with the way Atsumu has been avoiding you like the plague. First, it started when you walked into the café at the same time as the twins, Osamu greeted you at the door before heading inside leaving you, and Atsumu outside. Now, that would’ve been fine if the latter didn’t make a show of taking a couple of steps back to let you go first as though you carried some kind of incurable disease.

The second time was when Atsumu realised the only vacant seat was next to your own, thus, asking to swap with Osamu just so he could sit farthest away from you. And the third was when you had asked him if he was alright while waiting in line to order only to be met with a mindless nod before returning to his phone in his hand.

You tried your very best to ignore the blooming pain in your chest; sure, being sad about Atsumu possibly avoiding you was reasonable but then again, you were the one who told him you were okay now—how Atsumu decided to act after the party was beyond your control.

God but it pissed you off. Swallowing one’s pride, and making effort to rekindle a cold friendship was not an easy feat when the other doesn’t do the same. It shouldn’t work you up this much but it did, and now you were second guessing yourself that maybe it was an irrational decision to abruptly tell Atsumu that you’ve come to terms with moving on.

That night at the party, were you lying to yourself just so you could be around him again?

Whatever. It was too late to take it back anyway.

The days ahead were monotonous, and boring; you, and Atsumu remained orbiting around one another, careful not to get into each other’s path of trajectory but it was tiring. Not only did it feel like navigating through eggshells while he was around but the constant questions from your friends tested your limits. Though, it wasn’t their fault for simply being curious, and getting left in the dark about the whole situation but the prying felt like endless jabs of sharp needles along your skin.

From their point of view, you, and Atsumu were stubborn about the whole situation. None dared to speak up about it, acting as though everything was fine, so your friends were left with very little to work with.

It felt like a game of cat, and mouse where you were the feline chasing Atsumu around. The longer the days dragged on, the more thoughts formulated in your mind, and they all involved the blonde in some way or another. And just like everyone else, you had your limits too; you were tired of Atsumu acting like a stubborn idiot.

When you confessed to Atsumu, sure, you expected an awkward phase but this was even worse. There wasn’t just distance between the two of you, it felt like you were strangers.

He was known for brashly saying the sharp truth, so why couldn’t he be straightforward with you? Was he disgusted by the kiss, and deeply regretted it? Did he think you were weird? You didn’t know, but you were bound to find out even if it meant knocking at the twin’s apartment door at 5:45 PM on a cold, rainy Thursday.

With the sun hidden behind the looming grey clouds, the late winter afternoon was even darker; the roads were packed with vehicles while the sidewalks occupied students, and company workers alike trying their best to shield themselves from the heavy downpour. Despite the streets being illuminated with a tinge of warm yellow from cars, and streetlights, it did nothing to brighten up the gloomy day.

Funny, it was as though the universe knew how you felt today.

“If yer lookin’ for ‘Samu, he won’t be back until 8 PM.” Greeted with Atsumu’s shocked face as the ivory door to their apartment opened, you couldn’t help but visibly roll your eyes at his stubbornness. Yeah, like you’d be here at their apartment looking for Osamu—you knew each of their timetables like the back of your hand.

Flaxen strands that sat atop his head were unruly, a sign that he must’ve been taking a nap sometime ago. Atsumu donned a light blue hoodie paired with black sweats; you tried your best not to ogle the man, after all, you were here for a sensible talk.

“I’m here for you, Miya.”

Atsumu gripped the metal handle a little tighter, the coolness of it seeping into the warmth of his skin. He tried not to flinch at the sudden formality of the conversation. Nonetheless, the blonde pulled the door wider, a wordless invite to their humble space. Giving him a small smile before walking inside, you tried not to think about the last time you were here, and how you found yourself drunkenly kissing Atsumu in their kitchen.

The sound of the door closing shut behind Atsumu reverberated throughout the walls of their apartment, followed by a deafening silence. Met with his honeyed stare, you awkwardly coughed, and played with the hem of your jacket, “I’m not going to take up too much of your time . . but I do just have one question.”

There was a momentary silence as Atsumu waited for you to proceed; he had so many questions running through his mind right now, and it took all his willpower to hold them back, and let you speak instead. It was getting harder, and harder to focus as each second passed with the pounding of his heart—Atsumu didn’t know what to expect.

“Did you—Did you regret that kiss . . ?”

Your skin burned as the question lingered in the air, a beat or two before Atsumu finally spoke up, “. . N-no, why’d ya ask?”

Sighing, impatience prickled your feverish skin. ‘Why’d you ask?’  What the hell does he mean by why would I ask? We made out for fuck sake, that’s something friends don’t do! Why is he acting so casual about it? 

“God, this just made it a lot worse. I have so many fucking questions that my mind wants to explode right now,” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly paced back, and forth, the floors beneath silently creaking with each step. So, Atsumu didn’t regret the kiss but he’s acting like you’re strangers—fucking hell, why did he even kiss you in the first place?!

Your mind was a complete mess.

Trying to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths, you decided to address the elephant in the room first, “Then why have you been avoiding me, Atsumu?—I’m sorry but I’m the one who got rejected, I cannot think of any reason why you should be avoiding me like this.” Atsumu hated that look on your face—the desperation, the sadness, the frustration. He never thought that he’d be the one making you feel all these negative emotions, and it pained him as much as it pained you.

Atsumu let out a sigh, carefully formulating the right words into a coherent sentence, “I’m just . . trying to be careful, okay?” His stomach dropped as your face contorted with more confusion.

Did he say something wrong?

“Careful about what, Atsumu?! You—ugh! It’s so hard to talk to you when you’re giving me all these stupidly vague answers! I’ve already told you I was fine. I don’t care anymore that you don’t like me back. I just want us to be back to normal again.”

Now, it was Atsumu’s turn to be upset. He couldn’t bear the thought of you moving on so quickly, and that’s why he’s been acting distant lately; it annoyed him how easy it was for you to talk to him like nothing happened but Atsumu knew he couldn’t tell you the reason—why couldn’t you just try, and understand his situation? Rejecting wasn’t an easy task to do, especially if it was the person he had been hopelessly pining for.

“Well—maybe things aren’t meant ta back ta normal!”

What?

You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed as you tried to comprehend his words that lingered in the cold air of their apartment. Silence engulfed the two of you, the distant sounds of Hyōgo’s late afternoon rain seeping through the slightly opened window.

“Do you feel uncomfortable around me after knowing the fact that I have feelings for you? Is that it?” “God, no—I could never feel that way.”

It took all of Atsumu’s patience not to wrap his arms around you—he wanted to hold you against him badly; that defeated look on your face broke his heart but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Maybe Atsumu was the coward after all.

“Then tell me what’s wrong, ‘Tsumu!”

“It’s hard f’me as well, y’know?!” “What is?”

Atsumu closed his eyes, the words he’s been wanting to scream at the top of his lungs lodged in his throat, threatening to slip out. A wave of adrenaline rush coursed through his veins, heart pounding like crazy with this newfound high, it made him feel as though he was invincible—as if he could say anything, and everything without a care for its consequences.

Fuck it.

“Fuck—It’s because I like ya back, okay?! I always have! And rejectin’ ya was so goddamn hard f’me because I’m still not over ya. God, I think about ya every single second, and it pains me so much because yer already movin’ on, and ‘m still stuck here.”

What?

Flabbergasted, you stared at Atsumu all wide-eyed, the thrumming of your heart becoming increasingly loud against your ears as each slow second passed. Did he just say he liked you back? As though mother nature was watching, the rain outside poured harder; sounds of droplets of heavy water against the roof filled the silent apartment, pulling you back into reality.

“Then why—If you feel the same way then why did you reject me?”

When you knocked on the door to the twins’ apartment, you expected a sincere conversation with Atsumu, not him confessing his feelings out of the blue. You were absolutely speechless—you didn’t know whether to jump for joy because he actually does like you back or whether to massage your temples from pure confusion.

“Back then during the trip, ya told me ya weren’t ready for a relationship yet, and that ya only wanted ta confess ta get rejected n’ move on. I wanted ta respect yer decision, so . .”

Flashbacks of said conversation from the trip quickly came into mind, and how you told Atsumu about not being ready for a relationship yet.

Oh.

Oh.

The weight of frustration from your shoulders slowly dissipated, the pent up annoyance you held in your heart was gone too. Suddenly, you weren’t so frustrated anymore after learning about the whole truth behind the situation. You were able to breathe better with the bad air finally cleared between you, and Atsumu.

Looking at it now, you felt absolutely silly. The whole situation turned out to be one big misunderstanding, it was almost laughable—now, you truly understood the essence of communication is key.

You let out a humourless laugh, “You’re so stupid, you know that?” Taking a few steps toward the blonde, you leaned your forehead against his chest, a hand coming up to curl into a fist to lightly hit it; a faint scent of his musky cologne lingered on the fabric of his hoodie, effectively invading your senses. Atsumu didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your body flush against his before resting his chin on the crown of your head.

For a beat or two, you, and Atsumu remained in each other’s hold, basking in the cosy atmosphere. 

��Would I be more stupid if I tell ya I want ta pick up where we left off at the party?”

Before you knew it your lips were sealed in a searing kiss—this time, it felt raw, all things passionate, and eager. Hands impatiently roaming each other’s unexplored bodies, sounds of wet kisses slowly filling up the apartment. The atmosphere shifted from cosy to something more sensual, light groans, and moans slipping in between each kiss.

Your hands rested on Atsumu’s golden strands, fingers gently tugging at it as he worked his lips down the column of your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the feverish skin. Atsumu focused on a certain spot just below your ear, nipping, and sucking at it which pulled a dainty whine from your lips.

“‘T-Tsumu—Ah!” You gasped, his tongue leaving trails of goosebumps beneath its sinful licks against your skin. He cursed under his breath, the dizzying tone of your voice awakening the slumbering carnal beast that resided in his core. With each dulcet moan that slipped past your swollen lips, Atsumu became greedier, he wasn’t going to settle for mere kisses on your skin—he needed to hear more.

Pulling away from your intoxicating scent, Atsumu looked down at you with parted lips, and hooded eyes, caramel gaze clouded with nothing but pure desire. “I think we should take this ta my room.” He panted.

Nodding at his proposal, hurried footsteps padded over to his room as though each second wasted was crucial. As soon as the door behind Atsumu slammed shut, his lips were on yours once again, strong hands deftly working on the layers of clothing you wore, slowly slipping them off of you one by one; Atsumu could practically feel himself shaking with nervousness, and excitement.

Discarding your top on the wooden floor beneath, Atsumu stared wide-eyed at your torso, both hands coming up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, earning a low moan from you. The air of the room felt cold against your skin but Atsumu’s touch was enough to ignite you.

“So beautiful . .” He absent-mindedly gasped, a lovestruck look in his honeyed eyes.

Hands eagerly tugging at the hem of his hoodie, Atsumu swiftly pulled the fabric off his torso in one movement, golden strands tousled from the action. Goosebumps formed upon his sun kissed skin, bare torso met with the cold winter air; your eyes raked Atsumu’s physique up, and down, shamelessly ogling his muscled chest in all its naked glory. God, you used to just fantasise about this, and now it was served right in front of you on a silver platter.

You decorated each other’s skin with endless love bites, sinful hues of dark red, and purple peppered along your chest, and neck. Atsumu took his sweet time to savour every bit of you—your taste, your scent, your sounds, everything. He made sure to bask in your serene beauty, the gentle glow of your bare figure before utterly devouring you like a starved animal, ravaging your purity with carnal desire.

Atsumu let himself go at the raw intimacy of your bodies, the feeling of your sweet warmth brought tears of pleasure in his eyes as he pushed, and pushed towards the newfound ecstasy you both shared. The chant of his name slipped past your lips like a sinful melody, mere fuel to the relentless drive of his hips. But Atsumu held you dearly against his naked body through it all, fingers intertwined with your own as he keenly chased both your pleasures, choked out moans of your name whispered hotly against your sensitive skin.

And as you both tipped over the edge, Atsumu didn’t fail to tell you how much he loved you in between each pathetic moan as he painted your insides white, the dizzying pleasure contorting his handsome face in pure ecstasy. You held him in your arms, nails digging crescent-shaped marks on his skin, whispering saccharine praises to him as you let go, and emptied the words of your heart.

As the gentle aftermath of the passionate exchange rolled around, Atsumu held you in his arms, hearts beating as one, and lulling you both to sleep. The last thing you heard was a faint ‘I love you’ before passing out from exhaustion.

“‘Tsumu, what did ya want for—Oh my god! What the fuck?!” 

A familiar voice abruptly pulled you, and Atsumu out of your sleep, followed by the loud bang of his door slamming shut. Muffled expletives from outside the room could be heard as you both stirred beneath the ivory sheets. “‘Tsumu, what the hell?! Ya should’ve warned me before I went into yer room!” Osamu yelled from the other side of the door.

Atsumu groaned, rubbing his face before turning to the door, “Shut yer trap! Ya should’ve knocked!” At his twin’s silence, he let out a sigh, and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his naked body before closing his eyes once again.

You let out a soft chuckle, “We really need to stop getting caught. First, Suna, and now Osamu.” Atsumu hummed in response, too sleepy to even think or form a coherent sentence. Snuggling closer to him, you closed your eyes, and went back to sleep as well.

Oh, you could get used to this.

Winter slowly turned into spring as March rolled around—the end of the academic year.

Trees that were once bare slowly blossomed with flowers, hues of yellows, and browns were replaced with endless greenery, and frigid air became more welcoming like a warm embrace. Most importantly, the cold distance between you, and Atsumu no longer existed, instead, it was replaced by fluttering heartbeats, and fluffy moments that hinted at a sweet forevermore.

“There he is! How does it feel to be a fresh graduate!” Suna whistled as Kita walked over to the group, clad in a black academic gown with a matching trencher propped neatly on his head, the golden tassel on the cap swayed with every step taken; he donned a warm smile, one hand holding his well-deserved degree.

The buzz of excitement outside the venue was high, the graduation ceremony having finished just a few minutes ago. You were all surrounded by graduands, all with heartfelt smiles on their faces as they conversed with family, and friends alike. 

As your friends fell into a merry conversation, a warm hand interlaced with your own, giving your hand a comfortable squeeze. Atsumu. Looking up at your boyfriend, he cheekily leaned into your ear, whispering an ‘I love you’ before slowly blinking at you, mirroring a cat’s action. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his antics.

“Are you two lovebirds done, now?” Suna coughed, pulling you back into reality.

Met with amused expressions plastered on your friends’ faces, you, and Atsumu returned a sheepish smile before joining in their conversation. “Anyway, we were talkin’ about how we should celebrate Kita’s graduation. It can also serve as a treat for us for makin’ it through another academic year.” Osamu explained, earning a hum of approval from you, and Atsumu.

“How about a spring trip to Kyoto?” —

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[aceofhearts25]

G1 Transformers x Reader Mini 🤖 Scenarios 🤖 - Part 2

Yup, part 2 of the first one. That pretty much it. I love these guys. Enjoy!

Optimus is so cute, y’all, help- 😭

(I listened to a bunch of 50s-80s music with this and it made the G1 vibe so much better- 🤚)

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Y/N: *Dancing with Bumblebee, Jazz, and other Autobots to cheery human music*

Optimus: *Silently watching with a smile behind his mask*

Y/N: *Nudges him over, dragging his servo* C’mon-!

Optimus: Ehehe, I can’t- *Shakes his head bashfully with an awkward chuckle but eventually gives in* Oh, alright… *Walking awkwardly and all cute-looking, just fidgeting slightly to the music*

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Y/N: *Washing Optimus’ alt mode after he accepted Y/N’s offer*

Optimus, mentally, who was going crazy over the feel of Y/N’s body and gentle hands on him: ‘This was a big mistake…’

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Y/N, after hearing nonstop explosions and loud noises coming from somewhere in the Ark: What’s happening? Why’s everything exploding?

Jazz, who was casually chatting with Ratchet: Oh, that’s just Optimus trying to cook somethin’ for ya. *Goes back to talking with Ratchet while explosions keep happening in the background*

Y/N: 🥺

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Starscream, holding Y/N captive in his servo: Pathetic little fleshling.

Y/N: *Staying still and smiling*

Starscream, looking down at Y/N, frowning: *Shakes Y/N up and down* Are you not afraid?

Y/N: *Looks up at Starscream while smiling* No.

Starscream, giving Y/N to Soundwave: Take it, Soundwave! I don’t want it- it’s… weird.

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Bumblebee at 3 A.M. for no reason: Hey, Y/N, ya wanna go for a drive? 😃

Y/N, completely unfazed whatsoever: Sure. *Cue the wholesome 3 A.M. drive where Y/N eventually falls asleep while Bee drives*

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Y/N, sitting on Optimus’ legs, watching a horror movie with Spike and the Autobots: This is fun! Right, guys? …Guys?

All the Autobots: *Scared shaking*

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Soundwave, holding Y/N in his servo: Lord Megatron: Autobot’s human companion has been captured.

Y/N: Ooh, I like your voice, talk more!

Soundwave: *Confused head tilt*

Y/N: Talk, please-

Soundwave: Uhh…

Y/N: Yay!

Soundwave: *Mixed emotions 👉👈*

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Shockwave, keeping Y/N prisoner: Stop touching my stuff, human.

Y/N: Can I touch your eye?

Shockwave, S H O C K E D: N O.

Y/N: Please?

Shockwave, later on: Lord Megatron, can we please stop kidnapping that human? It’s a very weird one.

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Starscream: *Snatches Y/N away and flies off in his Cybertronian form*

Y/N: Woooo!!!

Starscream: *Confused s c r e a m i n g*

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Megatron: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LET THE HUMAN LEAVE?!

Starscream: It overwhelmed me with endless compliments, Master!

Megatron: …What the f-

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Optimus: *Gives Y/N a gift on Valentine’s Day.*

Y/N: *Thanks him and walks off, flustered*

Spike, nervously: Hey, Optimus, do you know that only couples gift each other stuff on Valentine’s Day?

Optimus, who was unaware: They do-?! *Flustered Optimus*

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Y/N, bored and sad, late at night: *Pokes Optimus, who wakes up from stasis* Hey- can I go on a drive with you, please?

Optimus, smiling softly underneath the mask: Sure, Little One. *Cue a two hour romantic wholesome drive where they chat away 🫶*

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Y/N, being held in Thundercracker’s servo: Can I please be kidnapped by the pretty one?

Skywarp: Ha ha! It called you ugly!

Y/N: No, no, you’re both fine, but like can I be kidnapped by Starscream though? He’s my fav.

Starscream, slightly flustered, snatching Y/N: HA HA! Fools! I’m the superior seeker! Even the puny human can see it!

Thundercracker and Skywarp: *Start fighting Starscream*

Y/N, who was dropped: *Legitimately disappointed sigh* Oh, well. *Shrugs and walks off while they fight in the background*

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Bumblebee, while in the city with Y/N: *Transforms into Cybertronian form*

Y/N, spotting a random guy walking near: HIDE, BEE!!!

Random Guy: What- wha- did I just see- I- you- did you see that-?!?!

Y/N, running up to the guy aggressively, eyes wide: N O… And neither did you. *Walks off eerily and drives off in Bumblebee*

Bumblebee, after a few seconds of driving: *Starts laughing maniacally with Y/N*

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Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Y/N: *Walking to an empty, secluded space with an enormous device in hand*

Optimus, who was following, arms crossed: What are you doing?

Wheeljack, nervously: Oh, uh, just testin’ out a new invention, Prime!

Optimus, in his sassy voice: Secretly? In the middle of the dessert? With Ratchet? The MEDIC?

Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Y/N: *N E R V E S*

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Jazz: *Singing crazy good*

Y/N, dazzled by his voice: *Watching*

Jazz: *Drags Y/N’s by the arm with him (𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓻𝓲𝔃𝔃) and they start singing their hearts out and dancing like crazy*

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Megatron, after capturing Y/N: *Grabs Y/N* Shut your tiny mouth, Fleshling.

Y/N, looking up at him: Why do you turn into a gun? What’s the point? You got a canon on your arm.

Megatron: *Midlife crisis mode* SHUT UP!!!

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Optimus, while getting shot at by Decepticons: *Covers Y/N, taking the shots*

Y/N: *Fucking dying but not from the shots: from the angle Optimus is in 😳*

(smth like this ⬆️ 🤭)

And there we are! More mini scenarios! I love making these, these guys are the loves of my life. 👌

@poketalefan1993 oh also @tinydefector if he feels like reading part 2.

[lunaoyabun]

Jjk mens favorite spot to give u hickeys

Just a random thought I had while thinking about what to write for the part 2 smau of embarrassed hehe

Including: gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, choso & toji

MDNI! NSFT!

Gojo: Your hips

This man is all about fashion. And if there's one thing Satoru loves more than being buried deep inside u with his perfectly formed d*ck, it's giving u the most creative hickeys possible. His favorite spot is your hips, because one time be made them look like little hearts that stick out when u were wearing those low waisted pants he loves so much on u and they were always there for him to see and think about how much fun u guys had making them. Next time, he definitely tries to write his name out of hickeys in Kanji! Maybe u even think about getting it tattooed.

Geto: Your Chest

Suguru loves your chest. It doesn't matter if u think your boobs are too small or big. For him, it's the way they look when he marks them and the way u react when he gets carried away with his bitemarks. He almost never shows this side in public, but you always know how his true face looks whenever it lays between your wonderful formed boobs, ready to paint his very own canvas. One time, he even took a photo of it and made it his phone background.

Nanami: Your Neck

Kento is a classic man, and as much as he prefers to keep sexual things private, he sometimes gets a bit carried away whenever he kisses your neck. His hickeys aren't as big but rather all over the place, like little butterflies flying over your skin upwards your chin and downwards your collarbone. There's always one spot that gets him started, due to your reaction whenever he kisses your neck: either it's when he stands behind u, stroking your hair aside and kisses the middle of your nape or the little sensitive spot right beside your pulse. Good thing he doesn't have to be careful when you have long hair to hide it or winter- and scarf season is coming...

Sukuna: No preference/Everywhere

Let's be real, whenever Sukuna marks u it's for the one and only purpose to show who u belong to and to make his point clear: every spot that's visible for others and makes you crazy while he does so, is the right spot. But his bite marks, though... gosh, u really ask yourself when the day will come that this man will literally!!! eat u up. It doesn't help that whenever he sweettalks that he mentions how good your skin tastes.

Choso: Your Stomach

Choso lives for your reactions. He needs it like the air to breathe. Whenever he kisses u, he needs to watch your reaction. His favorite thing to do is kiss downwards to your center while claiming the path as his own. Your little twitches and moans, the way your eyes light up with the thought of him going to eat u out pops up is his perfect definition of foreplay and can never under no circumstances be skipped. And he also loves to see the marks the next morning, knowing you will not forget about him for at least a couple days until he needs to put fresh ones on your body so u won't forget who makes u feel the best! Simp.

Toji: Your Thighs/Between your legs

Toji is a messy eater. U found out about that on your very first date, and that became even more clear after the dinner when he made you his dessert. His hickeys and bite marks aren't for the purpose of marking what's his, even though it's a good side effect, it's just a reminder on how animalistic this man gets when he's near his favorite scent: your center. He loves to tease you and with kissing up and down your thighs, leaving bite marks and hickeys on his way up, he found his perfect routine for his life goal: to ruin u for every other man. Good luck hiding them in the summer season when u wanna wear shorts or a skirt because he definitely makes sure they won't go away for at least a week or two. Looking bruised, yay. As if your choked neck isn't enough...

[silly-circus]

★SillyString’s story/background★

(Way long overdue lmao and long I’m so sorry guys, also made some edits because I wanted to word some things better)

I want to start off by saying she is me, me is she(Im not sure if I made it clear or not so apologies I’m kinda dumb🫰). I say “her” in my posts instead of “me” because idk it feels right since I make her look differently than I actually do. Even so, we share the same name and I do the clown look all the time when I go out to places that I get an excuse to🧍‍♂️so really it is just me but anyway,,, time to begin! This is my first time actually writing this out so I’m sorry if it’s formatted and explained terribly

First off, Silly String is my persona’s clown name. She came up with it herself, everything else was Pennywise’s idea. She was originally a human, and still looks like one and has the appetite of one(when she changed Pennywise assumed she would want to eat people. He was wrong.) She lived in texas(yee-honk) before moving to Maine literally because she thought “why not?” and ended up in good old Derry. Her life growing up wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t the best. She was always into odd and strange things, or things that most would find creepy(clowns. Love clowns. They’re so cool) so she was kinda outcasted from others at a young age but soon people learned to just let her live in peace which of course she was happy about. She did manage to make some friends, solidarity. After moving, she continued pursuing freelance photography and painting, but her full time job is as a barista in a local coffee shop(wow, how interesting💀).

The way that she met Pennywise was kinda stupid. All she was doing was taking photos of the local wildlife and next thing you know a kid is running by before she notices a fucking weird ass clown creature from hell charging straight towards her(she still snapped a photo before running). He does catch up to her and jumps her. How she managed to not get away, but the kid did, don’t ask me. She survived, her camera unfortunately did not(he gets her a new one eventually guys trust).

since then, they kept bumping into each other. He does try to kill her again but she kept managing to escape him(pissed him off more and more each time) but soon enough he starts to chill out and basically decides to learn more about her. The more she realized he was going to not continuously try eat her every time he visited she would start asking him questions about who he was as an entity and where he came from. It does start out as a weird friendship where he would mess with her at work or appear out of literally no where to hang around. He does start to enjoy her company and watching her do normal, human things since her doing it made it seem entertaining. After a while of slowly getting closer and closer they become loving parters yay(she was still human at this time).

Fast forward and they get “married” which they really call their “eternal binding.” Basically what it means is that she became a part of him. As in if he dies, she dies. She unfortunately didn’t gain any cool shape shifting and such, she just gets to live and thrive as long as he does. When it first happened she was having a hard time with it simply because she’s going to outlive everyone she knows and will continue to, but over time she made her peace with it and saw it as a privilege to watch the world change around her and of course stay with her beloved.

Also the year they met was set in the 1980s, or honestly it could be any time after that or something I don’t know yall get creative I’m just going with the flow.

That is it :) sorry again this is long, and I hope every one has a good day/night(it’s 3 am why do I do this to myself). I also hope you guys continue to follow along with me on their lover clown journey :D

AND- little sneak peek of an upcoming piece I’m working on for Mermay 😙

[yanderes-galore]

yay, I can request funger!! Can you write a yandere concept for D’arce? :D

I'll try, sure! I've done Cahara, time to do another Funger 1 character!

Yandere! D'arce Cataliss Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, Death, Murder, Violence, Grief, Jealousy, Blood, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Unhealthy behavior, Forced companionship/relationship.

D'arce has been described to be a loyal knight.

Her one true love has been Le'garde, in fact he's the reason she ventured into the dungeons.

She has been depicted as meek and hesitant at times, but her soul type makes her a natural leader capable of bravery.

There's times she looks down on people too, seeing those lesser than her as "commoners" due to her noble background.

D'arce probably met you in the dungeons.

At first she's hesitant to group with someone else.

That is until you end up saving her in the dungeons.

To repay you, she vows to help you on your journey through the dungeons, so long as you help her find Le'garde.

D'arce's more yandere behavior doesn't develop until after you find Le'garde.

You end up arriving too late, seeing the man dead before you.

You don't feel much towards this death, only really doing it for D'arce.

D'arce, however, is devastated.

You catch her trying to hold back tears, the darkness of these dungeons finally setting in.

Without thinking too much you pull D'arce into a tight embrace.

The ever loyal knight pauses for a moment, going rigid in your hold.

Yet with a hiccup, she returns the gesture.

You try not to spend too much time comforting her due to the amount of guards and other creatures shambling about.

You do reassure D'arce you're here for her.

You'll both survive this dungeons, no matter what you come across.

You standing beside the knight is what stirs something within her.

Her team and captain may be dead...

But she feels she can have a new start with you.

D'arce, as a yandere, is protective and devoted.

She is willing to slay anything for you.

She feels she becomes second to you.

D'arce seems like she'd use you, her newest obsession, as a replacement for Le'garde.

She refuses to lose you to these dungeons like she did Le'garde.

You can see her desperation in the way she fights enemies.

Her hits are harder and she cares little for the blood on her armor and face.

When it comes to you she ends up acting like she's your knight.

She's civil and polite with you, even after she decapitated a creature from these depths.

You end up scolding her at times for getting herself hurt on your journey.

She apologizes yet continues what she was doing before.

D'arce attempts to remain civil when you recruit others into your party.

In all honesty she hates them but goes along with what you say because she cares about you... to an obsessive degree.

D'arce does prepare to use violence against any fellow party members if they fall out of line though.

I personally feel the biggest and main part of her obsession is her motives.

She was so attached to Le'garde that seeing him dead broke her.

Which made her latch onto the second closest person, you.

Her obsession is a coping mechanism.

She has a feeling her obsession is bad, especially when she manipulates you...

But she feels she's nothing without you.

If she loses you, what else does she have?

To be fair, despite her jealousy, D'arce is not too much of a possessive yandere.

She has her moments and maybe with low sanity she'll get worse... but she's primarily a devote worship yandere with protective behavior.

She'd give you anything, just ask.

She'll kill for you, care for you, even be hurt for you.

She wants to be a tool you can use.

She's disposable to you, just like she was with Le'garde.

It's all unhealthy... but it's how she was once treated.

She's a mostly well behaved yandere.

An obedient knight willing to sacrifice it all for her obsession.

But when she snaps... when she realizes anything can take you away from her in this place...

She may turn violent against your own party... all to keep you safe and to herself.

[sea-of-dust]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Sumire (if you'll write for her) from Persona 5?

Power of LOVE!!!

Phantom thief girls x GN! Reader

relationship headcannons

notes: ima have to start naming p5 annons 💀. Also, THEY'RE MULITPLE?! Thank you for reminding me to add sumire and akechi to the clarification post btw

This girl WILL know your clothing size but by a simple glance and go "you want me to dress you?" You don't have to answer that question you WILL be bought clothes along with other things you like

She likes leaning into you, smirking a bit and whispering in your ear "we should kiss" "!" your face is as you turn around and look at her of course you give in using a book to cover the views of other students,Ryuji, or you'll just look at her shocked. Either way she still ends up satisfied one way or another

She likes when you come to shoots with her. Happy when she's posing and she just sees you throw a little thumbs up, it's always lifts her spirits.

She will not let you leave without her. You could be getting ready to go and she'd just "where are you going?" "Home, my mom called I told you" "take me with you!" "You're already home though" "Home with with you wait here lemme get dressed!" You had to explain to your mom the sudden guest

She's bragging about you. Alot. If she feels like she can't go a day without telling Ryuji "they made me breakfast I love them so much" she thinks of you so much it almost scares her when you tap her shoulder. "Ann?" "Yes my darling?" "." Ryuji looks at her "Why yes my dear" "oh my god" he burries his face into his arms leaning into the desk as you two continue to call eatchother affectionate names.

She probably has your dox from the school ids has been down bad since. It's way more obvious when you two start dating. "You're so soft just like what the Id shows" "excuse me?" "Oh- nothing"

study dates early on are her go tos, as soon as you two get more used to each other she's often on doing simple domestic things with you.

Will sneak around you when you're in shibuya you're not escaping. So when you turn around and see her thinking it's a coincidence it's suddenly a date. She would come home nearly collapsing but it's worth it

Tries not to ask much of you except when it comes to school one homework she KNOWS you didn't do it's over. "Did you do your science packet" "yea why?" "Good what's the answer to 2" "two uhhhh...d?" "...I'm comming over" "ITS JUST THE FIRST PAGE" you bond with Ryuji over this you two come to school after those nights with background music and look like you two about to crawl to class.

She WiLL cling onto you!! If you dare to go anywhere scary you will have to run with her added weight. She tries to run with you and then one ominous can shes weak in the knees, so you try to avoid scary things to the best of your ability

Its obvious she's gonna be dragging you to akihabara. New game came out? "HEY Y/N" "I'm already dressed" "YAY! RUNNING OVER"

She's 100% calling you a cringy name as SOON as you pick up. "Hey my pookie wookie smuckum baby shawty thingy nugget person human thing" "...." "DONT HANG UP"

She wants hugs forever stay with her!! You should sleep over!! You should stay on a call for her for an entire day. Yea she loves these little brain thoughts while you're terrified of them.

Forces you to match pfps on ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. No matching pfps? You Hate her simple. "I wanna use this theme I found" "do it with me!! 👹👹👹👹" "chill with the emojis!"

Joker and Sojiro WILL run a check on you as soon as Futaba isn't there. You date her you must answer these dubious 5!! As much as the intense looks were exchanged turned to "wadya think" looks back and fourth little to say that approved

She's sending you everywhere with her! You're having dates every week and will almost straight up refuse to let her pay

Very affectionate and often likes showing pda, if you aren't much of a fan it's alright she'll be minimal with it or just stop all together. She does like laying her head on your shoulder while your walking together

Interested in watching shows you like and talking about them she's gonna come up to you and be like "you haven't watched this scene yet?" She doesn't spoil it but it's incredibly tempting to just to get your reaction.

She dosent insist but she loves hand holding in public. She tries not to squeeze too hard but your hands are so warm! When you initiate the hand holding it just makes it so much better.

Refuses to let you sleep in another room. If you so dare to say "you have the bed ill sleep on the couch" expect the very momment you drift to sleep to be lifted off the couch and with her to the bed. If you ever so dare to wake up and try to leave the girls gripping you tight "where are you going?" Her voice is so soft almost distracts from the fact you might need a doctor after this squeeze. "Stay here I don't wanna be left alone with all the plushies" she rubs her face into your back, seeing no other option you slept there.

She daydreams of you SOOOO much. It's crazy she thinks of you so much she finds It hard to focus. She'd think it's embrassing she thinks of you so much but then she'd imagine you brushing her hair to the side and going "you look wonderful today Sumire" girls brain just BOOM

If you'd ever dare to say you haven't eaten, she'll open her bento and offer a bit of it to you. "I don't see why you can't have some?" "Sumire...I don't like sausages" "don't worry there's rice" "you really don't have to"

She wants to try and play a sport with you. Don't wanna run? Table top tennis! Or maybe darts! She will need encouragement, but is super good

She likes asking out on just outings in shibuya to just "I'm watching my senpai's right now wanna see if they'll put their rivalry aside and be normal?" You go with her no matter the reason the only time this back fired was when akechi recognized you and tried to get you to settle if vegans eat animal crackers

She won't tell you when she has an issue that much. Unfortunately for her, you notice quickly hugging her or patting her head. She won't tell you, but she loves when you do this. It's comforting knowing she doesn't have to say a word and you'd be there

[chibishortdeath]

Free will strikes again, these were some really fun doodles :3. I think Simon is allowed to be a little visual kei sometimes. Idk I just know he’d vibe with it. Explanations under a cut—

And also a couple unfinished doodles that were just intended to be rough pose/anatomy practice sketches, but ended up accidentally more detailed than intended 💀💀💀. It’s nothing graphic, but ⚠️slight artistic nudity warning⚠️ anyway in case d(>_< ).

Hehehe, this is based off of a photo from Malice Mizer live, it’s Simon in place of Mana and Fuma in place of Gackt. Very fun pose to draw!!! Especially cause it’s a pose with a whip and also cause idk why but I find poses with one or both arms up pretty easy to draw. And yeah yay, Fuma inclusion yippie :3!

I don’t have any other explanation for why this exists other than dresses are cool. So I made him one :D. The coord has a half caplet that connects to a shoulder paldron on the other shoulder by chain with a little cross. Under that there’s a blouse and skirt combo with patterns similar to his SQ armor and some rose thorn patterns around the ends of the sleeves and collar. Over that is a corset and under is a cage crinoline made to look like crosses peaking around the edge. Shoes carry outfit motifs like the roses on the bow tie and headdress and the lace throughout. Also, an eyepatch with cross on it because yeah, cute :3. I’d probably wear this if I had uh any skill in sewing at all (TwT ).

A not chibi version of the above outfit! Except probably without the crinoline with how the skirt fabric is sitting lol. Tbh I think Simon would probably be fine with this for a little bit and then get uncomfortable about having so many layers on. I don’t think he’d like tights at all 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Hmmm I’ll have to draw a version of it that’d be more comfortable for him hmm maybe tomorrow.

Another Simon holding Dracula’s heart artwork. Shout out to how this guy just carries this thing around for so long lol.

Simon facing off against his worst enemy: stairs! This one was practice drawing characters in backgrounds, since I’m so rusty at actually drawing those two things together (ToT ). I can draw a separate background fine, but the second I have to put someone in it I just completely forget what I’m doing XD.

This one is also a practice! He’s running up to the altar in Drac’s basement. The lighting was fun for this one, but I forgot to draw the whip in his hand 💀.

This one was an attempt at drawing a skeleton and keeping the same proportions in a drawing of someone (Simon) who is uh not a skeleton. Fun fact! It took me like 5 tries to get the skeleton to not just look like Papyrus Undertale cause holy heck do the skeletons from that game take a hold of some part of your art style and never let go 💀💀💀💀

CASTLEVANIA JUDGEMENT HAS HATS??? AS LIKE AN UNLOCKABLE?????????? So obviously I had to draw Simon (x2) with the bow options. Pink probs looks really nice with his hair tbh. And the striped bow was black and white so it fits with the Judgement design’s outfit. If I ever actually play this game again (I suck so bad at it), I’ll be trying to get these for the very important reason of Simon cute. :3

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Ok now these two. The first one was a different attempt at that Mana pose, but a bigger scale and a bit less exaggerated. I ended up having to do a ton of edits to it cause I kept making things too big or too small lol. And the second one is just a couple dynamic posing practices. They’re also excuses to draw more arm up poses cause they’re fun X3. He was just supposed to have like a generic placeholder rectangle er um uh there, but some of the sketchy lines ended up looking like what’s supposed to be in that spot, so I just didn’t wanna risk these being on main tags out in the open 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. Though, tbh, I’ve seen more explicit things on the tags so eh, better safe than sorry tho (- w - )

[justwinginglife]

A Million and One

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Three December 3rd: Takumi Usui, Rank 23 Anime: Maid Sama

Event Masterlist

Your troubles started the day Takumi Usui walked in on Misaki Ayuzawa working at Maid Latte and Misaki Ayuzawa’s troubles started the day you walked in on her working at Maid Latte. 

        It was such an ordinary day- the only thing that stood out was how much Misaki made it stand out. When she freaked the fuck out. Now, you had all kinds of friends who came from all kinds of different backgrounds so you barely bat an eye at the maid thing, but Misaki? She thought the world was just shy of ending the day you’d found her out. The only reason you had wandered into Maid Latte at all was because you had recently hit it off with Erika and you remembered she said she worked at a cafe around the area, so you popped into the first one you saw. Misaki greeted you at the door, recognized you, and then bolted. You only had enough time to blink once before you were running through the kitchen of a cafe you’d never been to, dodging wait staff you’d never met, in order to catch up with a girl who’d never sprinted so hard in her entire life.

     But eventually, she took pity on your poor lungs -that, or hers were about to give out- and she stopped running. When she finally realized you weren’t out to get her (shocker there, you were one of her closest friends, why would you out her big secret?), the two of you mutually decided it was a good thing someone outside of her family knew about her job. Eventually, it became routine for you to go with Misaki to work and make sure no one from school followed her; if it looked like anyone was, you’d throw them off the trail. She never understood why you agreed to help her so frequently and you could tell she was leaning towards something along the lines of you were a saint who liked to rescue babies and kittens from fires in your free time, but the truth was that besides having fun bonding with Misaki, you liked messing around with people from school who swear they saw her one minute and then she was gone the next. You also liked being one of the few people who knew her secret. 

Then came Usui.

He was well known as the resident heartthrob of Seika High, and as much as you tried to resist, even you weren’t immune to his charms. You had had crushes several times and maybe even glimpsed love once, but the feeling you got when Takumi Usui was around was different and it honestly exhausted you. You knew it wasn’t an original feeling -you hated just how unoriginal it was- and you knew that every girl at Seika but Misaki Ayuzawa understood it, so maybe that was another reason for spending so much time with her lately; if she could resist his charms, maybe you could learn to resist him too.

But your wishes were not to be granted, as the second you saw Usui casually strolling towards Maid Latte, you froze. It was a brief two seconds - seconds you were not proud of- but by the time you had recovered and dashed to the aid of your unsuspecting friend, you were too late. The damage had already been done. 

That was the day you decided to put away your little crush once and for all. You would lock it up in a chest and sink it to the bottom of the ocean. You would tie it to a bird and send it off to the ends of the earth. You would chuck it into a rocket and ship it off to space. You would end it, obliterate it, annihilate it. 

Or maybe not. 

Now that poor Misaki had the full, unwanted, undivided attention of Takumi Usui, as her best friend, you were the unwitting bridge for this unlikely couple. In other words, you now spent most of your days being hounded by Usui for information on her, and you were swallowed up by the constant reminder of your feelings for him each day he did. 

Yay you. 

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“-and that’s why you should never let Saki do any cooking. And I mean ANY. Now, are we done here?” Instead of meeting his inquisitive gaze, you delivered your response to the ground, as though the ground might offer some insight on the unfortunate situation you now found yourself in, but the ground had no such advice and Usui was still as troublesome as ever.  

Even though you weren’t looking, you could feel him grinning as he observed you and it made your heart throb painfully in your chest. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve noticed you’re the only one who ever calls her Saki. Pretty interesting, if you ask me.”

“Well I didn’t ask you. Now can I go? I have to study and Saki will kill me if I don’t and I’ll kill you if she does.” With fierce determination, you finally managed to meet his gaze. Big mistake. His eyes were very green. Very green and very big and very all consuming. 

Talking to the ground had let you forget that you were in a whole new level of the friend zone, a level that had not previously been invented until you opened your shitty mouth and agreed to his shitty terms, a level that, if measured by Olympic standards, would meant you now held the gold medal in the competition of the worst possible ways to be rejected by someone you liked. And now that you were looking into his stupidly big, stupidly green eyes, you were face to face with your mistake. And it was making you blush like you’d come straight from a sauna. Fucking hell. 

You slowed your breathing in attempts to counteract the flames bursting from your cheeks. You couldn’t back down now; you were not about to return to staring at the ground after you’d so obviously made a big deal about glaring him down. 

If he was aware of the amount of strain you were putting yourself through, he didn’t let on, because he kept chattering on, “So I know at work she’s Misa, and here she’s either Misaki or President, but to you, she’s Saki. What’s up with that?” He stroked his chin as though it were some great, big mystery to ponder, as though he might actually lose sleep if the answers were not provided to him in this instant. 

You sighed. “I just wanted something that was mine, okay? Is that good enough? I wanted a name for my best friend that no one else could have but me. So don’t even think about calling her Saki, got that? Now I’m going to study and you’re going to sit here and pretend you’re satisfied even though I know you rarely ever are.” You grabbed your bag and hurried out of school. 

No attention from him at all was better than the scattered scraps of attention that he littered at your feet while he spoonfed Misaki a whole buffet. At least when he wasn’t paying attention to you, you could pretend you had a chance. 

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You said you were going to study but it was as though Usui’s incessant interrogations had drilled a hole through your skull and let your brain cells to spill through the drain, because suddenly you had no motivation to continue with your history lessons. You ended up going for a run instead. 

As you did laps around your neighborhood, you thought to yourself that at this rate, with how many meetings you were having with Usui, Misaki would fall into his lap in no time at all. The thought made you run faster. You hated everything about this situation. You hated the way he looked at you, like he was looking through you. You hated the way he looked at her, like she was light in the dark. You even hated the way you hated things. You hated that you couldn’t just be happy for her. If anyone was going to make Usui fall head over heels, of course it would be her, with her passion and her ambition and her intelligence. And it should be her. It should be her. 

Suddenly you were sprinting through the streets just so you could pretend that the agonizing ache in your chest was nothing more than fatigue from exercise. When you finally dragged your exhausted body back home for a shower, Usui was in the dining room when you came out. 

Of course he was in the damn dining room. Talking with your mother about how her “food gets better every time,” and talking with your father about “did you see the game last week,” as if he was a natural part of the family. That was the worst part about this little arrangement of yours; your family had started to get used to him showing up at random times and you were sure by now that they thought you were going out with each other. You didn’t have the heart to tell them he was just using you. You barely had the heart to admit it to yourself. 

“Takumi, sweetie, take some leftovers home if you like it so much, I don’t mind. We have plenty and I’m just so glad you liked it.” 

Hearing your mother call Usui by his first name before you ever could made you want to puke. God, she loved him. You bet it was only a matter of time before she started saying things like, “Well Takumi’s a nice guy, why can’t you find someone more like Takumi? Why don’t you just date Takumi?” If only it were that simple.

“Usui. Upstairs, now.” You grabbed him by the ear and led him away. He waved to your mom before you disappeared up the stairs with him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t just keep showing up without warning. And didn’t I just see you like a couple hours ago?”

He shrugged and then collapsed on your bed, the way he always did. He liked the mattress, said it felt better than his and that one of these days, he might just steal it. “Had more questions for you.”

You sighed, exasperated. “First, you’re in my dining room, eating my dinner, talking to my mother, and now you’re getting comfortable in my bed. You really don’t know what shame is, do you?” You shoved him over slightly so you could take up position beside him, staring up at the ceiling so you wouldn’t have to look at his stupid grin.

“Can’t help if your parents like me.”

“Yeah, well, they don’t know you well enough then.”

He pressed a hand to his chest dramatically. “Ouch. So because you know me, you don’t like me?”

“Never said I didn’t like you, just said I didn’t like you showing up at my house at random times.”

He tapped his chin with his finger. “So you don’t like it when I talk to you at school and you don’t like when I talk to you at home, when am I supposed to talk to you then?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not talking; it’s interrogating. And maybe I’m just tired of talking about Misaki all the time.” You were surprised to discover just how honestly you’d answered. You usually just shut him down with a sarcastic quip, but maybe today he’d worn you just a little too thin. Maybe today, you couldn’t completely hide how you felt. 

“So what’s your favorite color?” He propped himself onto his side so he could face you.

You kept your eyes on the ceiling. “What kind of a dumb question is that? I thought you were here to ask me about Misaki.”

“Yeah, but you just said you’re tired of talking about her. So tell me your favorite color. Favorite movie. Favorite food. I bet it’s something your mom makes. She’s a great cook, I think I’ll steal her someday.”

You snorted. “So are you into Misaki or are you into my mom?”

He smirked. “Maybe it’s both, who knows? So, are you gonna tell me your favorite color?”

“You ask too many questions.” You were silent for a moment. Then you quietly murmured, “Green.”

“Huh. You know, my eyes are green.”

You rolled away from him to lay on your side, turning to face the wall so he couldn’t see the way your cheeks were burning. “Yeah, well they’re the wrong color green. I like a different shade of green.” 

“What shade? I could wear contacts.”

“Why would you do a dumb thing like that?”

In an instant, he tugged you towards him, pushing your back to the bed, and straddling you. Then he captured your chin in between two fingers so he could hold your gaze. “Maybe so you’d actually look at me for once.”

You glared at him. “I do look at you, stupid. I’m looking now, aren’t I?”

He chuckled. “Because I’m holding you down. Is that what it takes? I should just pin you to something every time I want your attention?”

“You have my attention, so what do you want? Why do you care if I look at you or not?” You grumbled. You wanted to look away from him, wanted to shove him off of you, maybe hide in your closet, maybe bury yourself under your laundry, but it would only further prove his point, so you kept your gaze locked on him. 

“Maybe because your eyes are my favorite color.”

You almost choked. 

God, he said it so simply. Did he know the effect his words had on you? You had to stop taking everything he said so seriously. Maybe he liked your eyes, but he liked everything about Misaki. What good were your eyes when all they could do was watch him pine after someone else? Who cared if they were his favorite color if you weren’t his favorite person? All you would ever be to him was a nobody with nice eyes. 

“You’re overthinking this.” He poked you in the forehead.

You slapped his hand away. “And you’re underthinking this. You can’t just say shit like that randomly.” 

“Well what am I allowed to say?”

“Nothing. Just, nothing. Just, hush.” You yanked him back down to the bed and put a hand over his mouth. 

You both stayed like that for a moment, laying side by side, stuck in silence. You felt his breath on your hand and the sensation made you shiver but you didn’t dare move it for fear that he’d bombard you with more ridiculous questions. You wondered how long he’d allow you to keep touching him like this. You wondered how long he’d stay. 

Sometimes he just popped in for a minute, asked if you thought Misaki would like his new tie. You’d shake your head at his crooked tie, then you’d fix it for him, and say something like “Now you look half decent.” 

Sometimes he stayed for hours. Fought you for seconds at the dinner table. Helped your mom wash the dishes. Put your kid sister to bed with a book.

Sometimes you’d pretend he’d stay forever.

“Dumplings. I like dumplings.” You said finally, removing your hand from his mouth. “You asked what my favorite food was. Dumplings. Mom’s dumplings.”

He beamed at your answer. “I like your mom’s dumplings too.” Then he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Can I tell you a secret? She gave me the recipe.”

Suddenly you couldn’t help yourself and you started laughing. There was just something so ridiculous about finally having a genuine moment with Usui and it was about dumplings. You wiped a tear from your eye, still giggling slightly. “I bet you begged her on your hands and knees,” You teased.  

He nodded with all seriousness. “That I did. Turns out I didn’t need to, she was about to give it to me anyway. But now I can make all the dumplings in the world.” 

You turned to face him properly. “So make me some dumplings then, oh Master Chef.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He saluted jokingly. Then he smiled and for a moment, Misaki didn’t exist. For a moment, he was simply a guy who made you laugh and you were simply a girl who made him smile. 

You told him your favorite movie and he promised to watch it with you. You told him your favorite game and he promised to play it with you. You told him your favorite holiday and he promised to celebrate it with you. You told him anything and everything that interested him, you told him so much that when he left, when the room quieted, when his scent dissipated, you actually missed him. But you’d never tell him that. You told him lots of things, things you’d never told anyone else, but you’d never tell him the way you felt about him. You couldn’t.

So the next morning, you quit deluding yourself.

You marched right up to him, unprompted, and declared, “She really likes the restaurant down the block from her house. Buy her dinner there and then take her for dessert next door, at her favorite bakery. Do that, and I think you might have a shot with her.” There. You’d done it. You’d given him more pieces to the puzzle and now the game was done. He wouldn’t need to meet you for lunch to ask more questions, or walk you home, or stop by for dinner. He wouldn’t need anything. He wouldn’t need you. 

You turned to leave.

“Have you tried the food there? Do you like it?”

You froze. What? “Doesn’t matter. She likes it, so you’re gonna sit there and eat it and tell her how much you enjoy it.”  You turned to leave again.

“But do you like it?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, frustration building up inside you. “Usui, seriously, what does it matter? You don’t care if I like it, you care if she likes it. So what if I don’t like it?”

“Ahh, so you don’t like it. Where do you like to eat then?”

You stared at him. Was he stupid? He must be stupid. God, you were in love with an idiot. Of course you were in love with an idiot. You were an idiot. This whole situation was complete idiocy. Only two complete idiots would forge an idiot pact like this. “Are you… trying to figure out where not to take her?? I dunno if you’ve noticed, but Saki and I have completely different tastes in food.”

He nudged you with his elbow. “So humor me then. Where would you go to eat?”

You sighed, exasperatedly, defeatedly. “Fine. I like that place on 3rd Street. The one with the big double doors. Don’t take her there- she hates it. Now, if you’re going to go ask her out, she’s in the observatory right now.”

He tilted his head, peering at you curiously. “Why the observatory?”

“She’s not feeling well but I told her not to go to the nurse’s office right now so she’s laying down in the observatory.”

His brows furrowed. “What’s wrong with the nurse’s office?”

God, he was asking more questions than normal today. You thought you’d finally gotten him to stop asking you questions, you’d just given him the keys to the city and he was still loitering outside, stuck in park. You sighed again before explaining, “The nurse has been looking a little flushed as of late and she keeps sneaking into the bathroom to rinse off her sweat. It’s fall. She shouldn’t be sweating. She’s also been a little wobbly on her feet today, I should know- she almost crashed into me. Then I remember it rained yesterday and she forgot her umbrella, so I think she walked home in the rain and is probably sick. If Saki doesn’t feel well, coming in contact with a sick nurse is just going to make things worse, so observatory it is.”

He was still staring at you. “But why the observatory?”

You groaned. “Why so many questions?”

“Just humor me. Why the observatory?”

“I’m doing a lot of humoring you today. The last member of the astronomy club just graduated and the club hasn’t been able to accumulate new members. The observatory has been untouched as of late and it’s in a secluded corner of the campus. No one will think to look for her there and she’ll be able to rest, unbothered.” You concluded, crossing your arms in annoyance.

He leaned back in his chair, impressed. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

You blinked. Sorry, what? “Where is this coming from?”

“The way you pay attention to things. The way you pay attention to everyone. I’ve asked a million and one questions about Ayuzawa, and you’ve answered every single one of them. You actually take the time to know things about people that others might miss or find insignificant. You’re incredible.”

You stood there, stunned. “Um… are you sick too, or something?”

He laughed to himself. “You would say something like that when I’ve just complimented you. You never know how to just take a compliment, huh?” He teased, reaching for your hands. “We’ll have to work on that.”

“Usui, what are you-”

“I like you. I’ve liked you for a while now.”

You blinked a couple times. Were you the sick one? Were you hearing things? Did he just say what you thought he just said? No, he couldn’t have. That didn’t make any sense at all; he’d just spent the last several months hounding you for information about Misaki, how could he like you? You must have misheard him. “Yeah, yeah, you’re really funny Usui. Anyway, I’ve gotta go, I have-”

“Band practice?”

You froze. “I, yeah, how did you-”

“The gardening club works right outside your window during your practice hours and Ayuzawa likes to help them out so I go with her.”

“Yeah, I know, because you want to spend more time with h-”

“Because I know you’re going to be playing and I want to listen.”

Your heart thundered in your chest. No. Stop it. He couldn’t possibly be saying what you thought he was saying. You had to get it together. You were just deluding yourself further, and it had to stop.

“Usui, I don’t-”

“How long are we going to keep doing this? How long do you intend to make me wait?”

“Wait for what?”

“For a date. I’ll buy you as many dumplings as you want. I’ll make you as many dumplings as you want. Just go out with me.”

Your head was spinning. “I don’t… I don’t understand. You don’t… want Misaki?”

He shook his head. “You’re the one I’ve been spending all this time with, aren’t you?” He cradled your face in his hands. “Go out with me.” He leaned his forehead against yours. 

You closed your eyes and relaxed against him. After a moment of silence, you finally answered him. “Okay… okay.” You whispered, barely audible enough for him to hear. 

But it was just enough to send a smile cascading across his face. He planted gentle kisses all over your cheeks until he felt the skin heat up beneath his lips. “Since you’re in such a good mood now… marry me?”

You snorted and pulled back. “In your dreams, Usui. We just started dating.”

He laughed. “That we did. Was just trying my luck.” Then he winked, “Don’t worry, I’ll wear you down eventually.”

He leaned down to kiss you. It was softer than you expected. Like he could take your time with you. But there was a hint of hunger that said he wouldn’t wait forever. He’d make you his for good someday.

After all, he’d asked you a million questions before, what was getting down on one knee and asking one more? 

Taglist: @pixelcafe-network @ouiouimochi @inkytypewriter @minasfwoopyponytail

[dogboyklug]

UH-OH! a comic about being trans. by me. part one of probably three :]

i felt bad about being transmasc so i decided to just give up and write about it until i hopefully didnt. i feel a little better getting this all on digital paper but there's still. a lot to draw. so. oops

i'll be posting the next parts. whenever they're ready (which will hopefully be soon) and linking them all here, so whenever you want just check back with the base post and i'll prolly add some links and maybe clean things up. yay!

text transcript / partial ID under the cut!

transcript:

looking back, there were a few signs i might have been trans.

[a sequence of events showing little me flinching and going "ow" at being called his deadname, little me reading a book and going "haha im like a tomboy but i dont like sports or being active or anything im just. a boy. haha", and little me having an active breakdown, crying and holding his glasses, with partially obscured text in a dark cloud around him. the only text visible shows his thoughts, and shows he's worrying that he's sexist for mostly only liking and relating to boy characters.]

...some.

however.

there were also a few things i considered signs of me not being trans at all.

EXHIBIT A:

[a drawing of little me, looking at his 3ds. he's thinking "as long as i make sure that i always play as the 'main girl character' in these games i wont cry because im a girl because i wont be me as a girl i'll be Them. roleplaying. as them".]

no dysphoria.

[caps] EXHIBIT B: [end caps]

[a crude drawing of little me staring at nothing. he's thinking "i don't hate women. and i don't like being mean to other people."]

[caps] I WAS A FEMINIST. [end caps]

and not toxically masculine.

i knew about trans people, but i didn't know trans MEN existed.

[a drawing of little me, with the caption "clueless". he's staring slightly up, and saying "huh?!"]

my mom was nonbinary, with a few trans friends, but people [caps] WANTING??? TO BE MEN??? [end caps]

to be

gross,

disgusting,

hateful,

cruel,

oppressive,

men?

[the background slowly gets darker until it reaches the final word, and that word is a significantly bigger font than the rest of the words.]

for a while, primarily due to my lack of research

[drawing of little me, staring at his computer (which is labeled "deviantArt machine") and going 'huh'.]

i figured, if i WAS trans, I was probably a trans women.

but of course, that was silly

you can't be a trans woman if you're already afab.

and there's no other ways of being trans,

right?

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a deviantArt favorite's tab. none of the favorited pieces have any detail, though several are the same width and length as classic deviantArt stamps.]

hm.

hmmmmm...

[a crudely-drawn drawing of a representation of one of the favorited stamps. it's a massive, pink stamp with the text "SHE/HER!" in it in all caps and pink lettering. bottom text states it is a "she/her pronouns badge by ...", though the rest is cut off.]

HMMMM...

[a picture of a mouse hovering over the 'favorite/unfavorite' button. the star is filled in, indicating clicking it would unfavorite the piece.]

[two wordless panels, side-by-side, showing little me staring at his screen, hovering his cursor over the unfavorite button.]

[two more panels, showing that little me has unfavorited the she/her badge. the panel showing his face shows he is grinning wildly, his hair has poofed up in excitement, and his glasses are now blue-ish purple.]

OHO!!!!!!!!!!!!1

.................and that's

quite literally

how it happened.

before i knew how bad the entire site was, i would frequent dA. CONSTANTLY.

it was baby's very first "social media" webpt site.

[a drawing of a tiny, cartoonish kitten with a small turf of hair, staring at wonder up at a computer, one hand on the mousepad. it is labeled "dramatic reenactment of me making my d a account."]

i wasn't really SHELTERED as a kid, i just didnt know fuck for shit, and my baby anxiety made learning annoyingly hard.

so i turned to memes as a sort of wire mother as opposed to my real, cloth one.

jokes can be easier to understand than reality, sometimes.

(this isnt a good thing.)

so, i sort-of-came-out on deviantart, home of the wacky, wild and weird, where i learned he/him pronouns were an option, and a choice.

[a drawing of little me, with blue glasses, gazing up at the sky and smiling triumphantly.]

and some crazy trauma but that's for a different comic. if i make it.

[a drawing of little me being hit with a cartoonish star, which is meant to represent the trauma.]

sooo...

that's it, right?

[little me, with a cartoony bandage on his head, gently rubbing his wound.]

my mom was supportive & anyone who wasn't ...isn't in the picture now

that's the end

...right?.

end transcript.

[lilydafrog]

#21

Jelly go slosh :D

I got the idea to add the blush from my girlfriend so yay! I think it looks a lot better that way. I'm trying to learn how to make my animations smoother and longer and I think the jelly is a really good practice tool for that :D

I'm gonna be using the whole slosh idea at least two more times. So my next two (maybe more) posts will have similar frames but they will look different. And I'll change the background as I've made it my goal too change the background color with all of these to make them all different from the first :)

Number 21 on my art streak ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 6. Machine

Day 6. Machine Crossover: Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (and later series) "Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now. Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you? We need some help from you now." I cannot wait for the scene when they take Sammy's mask off :3 I'd watch an episode like that. Btw. in case anyone is wondering, Shaggy checks whether bacon soups are 20 or 50 years after expired, because it depends on whether he decides to heat them before eating or not :D

Am I a fan of Scooby-Doo? Well... yes and no. As a little kid, I loved the show, I even had VHS tapes of the episodes... But then my lil brother got hooked on it and watched it so obsessively that I hated the whole show (especially since his favourite was that damn Scrapy-Doo, so he was tormenting me episodes with him, and Scooby-Doom, the other son of the b*ch, which I hate). However, I still enjoyed the full-length movies, and to this day I still enjoy watching some of them (for example: "Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf" or "Scooby-Doo! in Where's My Mummy?..." by the way, the former was made in the year of my birth, so he's older than me, yay!) But then came the era of weird Scooby-Doo series that delighted me again and stole my heart, like "Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!", "Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated" or crazy one  "Be Cool, Scooby-Doo!" (I love self-ironical, self-parodying shows). So... yeah, I guess I'm a Scooby Doo fan now. What's more, I will now say something that will probably make some people hate me: I like the "scandalous" show "Velma". Uuuu! Everyone will stop following me now, what a drama.

I have to admit that I had fun - although it was probably one of the most difficult Ink Demonths so far (counting the future ones I've already drawn). Scooby-Doo is damn hard to draw, because he has very caricatured features while having quite a dog's build, and when broken down into simple shapes, he's... just plain ugly to draw. Shaggy was a bit of a challenge, but it was a real pleasure to draw Velma. By the way, these two are my favourite characters - and I ship them in their youth (in their mature life, I prefer Shaggy with that cool alien from one of the movies). I used, of course, the background from BATIM - and choosing the right one and then framing it the best took me a lot of time and frustration too. I originally wanted a setting from the first chapter, but nothing looked right with the characters on it. I finally made it to the second chapter - and I think it turned out really nice. However, I am extremely proud of how cans turned out, the expiration date of which is checked by Shaggy.

If anyone doesn't understand why this entry is for "machine" theme, let me remind you that the Gang drove a cool, colourful van called... that's right! The Mystery Machine! If you didn't know that, you can't consider yourself a Scooby-Doo fan :D

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (c) Hanna-Barbera Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

[hellfirenacht]

Isekai Chronicles START

A/N: Welcome to my new experimental fic series! This is where you should start for context.

I don’t have it in me to write the 100k slow burn fic of my dreams, so I thought I’d try something new. I’m going to write the first chapter and everything else will be non-liner, episodic story telling based on YOUR prompts! Rule will be at the bottom of the chapter!

Summery: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix. Slow burn, Eddie Munson x Reader will be canon, choose your own adventure to a degree, monkey’s paw author.

We begin.

Master List

August 5th. 

By the time you get home from your job, it’s pretty late. Work had been busy, to the point that your break had been pushed back so far that your supervisor just told you to go home thirty minutes early. You were pretty sure that wasn’t exactly legal but you weren’t going to complain about being able to go home. Lucky for you, it was payday which gave you an excuse to grab yourself some food on the way home. As if you wanted to cook after such a long day anyway. 

You fumble with your keys and make it inside, kicking off your shoes and making your way to your room where you planned on having a very relaxing evening watching mindless tv while having dinner before going to bed.

Alright fine, you were going to have the tv on but you were probably going to be staring at your phone the whole time while the tv provided some background noise. 

You pulled your wallet and keys out of your purse and dropped them in the backpack next to your bed. Tomorrow you were meeting with some friends and you’d need the backpack more than your purse. You plugged in your phone and started flipping through channels on your tv to find something to not pay attention to while you ate. 

Pulling YouTube up, you looked through your recommendations, seeing an eclectic mixture of D&D related content, 6 hour video essays about shows that you’d never watch, and the occasional clip compilation from different shows. 

STEVE HARRINGTON BEING A SINGLE DAD FOR 6 MINUTES 

You laughed to yourself, and scrolled past it to watch some random video essay. 

It was 1:58 when you finally decided that you needed to go to sleep. You forced yourself out of bed to pick up your trash and take it to the kitchen. The tile was cold on your feet, far colder than it should be. Actually, for being the middle of summer, it was freezing here now. It felt like the temperature was dropping rapidly. 

You made your way to the thermostat, but it read normal to you. You really hoped that you wouldn’t have to call the a/c repair guy. That wasn’t exactly something that you could afford right now. Then again, it couldn’t be worse than the power bill you’d get if it kept up the cold.

Grabbing a hoodie from the laundry, you make your way back to your room. It was too late to call anyone to fix whatever was going on with the unit, so you’d have to call first thing in the morning. Yay. 

As you cross the threshold to your room, your stomach drops. When you go to set your foot down, it felt as though you missed a stair. The room spins, and for a brief moment you’re reminded of the last time you were on a roller coaster. Your head feels light and everything around you spins faster and faster until you're on your knees, trying to hold in your dinner. The chill in the air was now almost a relief as you felt yourself burning up. If you got food poisoning from that fast food place you were going to be so pissed. 

Just breathe. Just relax. It'll be okay.

You don’t even realize that your eyes are closed until you open them. It was dark in your room now and quiet. Too quiet. Had the power gone out? The tv was off, as well as the lamp that you had next to your bed. You stood up with shaky legs, the nausea slowly subsiding. You picked up your phone to check and see if there were any blackouts in the area, but your phone didn’t light up when you pressed the home button. You frown and try holding it down for 10 seconds to try and hard-start it, but nothing. It remained off, reflecting your worried face on the black screen. 

That’s when you noticed the vines. 

Creeping along the edge of your desk, snaking their way around the bedroom were long vines that tangled around your room. For a moment you were completely frozen, only your eyes daring to move along the strange plants. What the hell was happening?

As a child, you were prone to nightmares and sleep paralysis, and you were holding your breath, hoping desperately that this was the same as when you were so small. You had learned how to snap yourself out of it most times, and you focused all of your energy into clenching your hand into a fist over and over and over again. If this was sleep paralysis, this would have alerted your body enough to snap out of the dream state and wake up. Nothing happened.

You back up towards the window, convincing yourself that this was a bad dream. You'd fallen asleep and now you were having some sort of lucid nightmare. Alright, if this was a dream, you'd have to follow dream logic.

You grabbed your backpack, an old beat up thing that hadn't held school books in years. Now it was where you kept your role playing books for your weekly meetings with your friends. There was no reason to grab it other than this was a dream, and things don't make sense in dreams anyway.

Lucid dreams could be fun when they weren’t terrifying. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d had a dream where you were fully aware that you were in a dream. Though even in those dreams you weren’t fully there. There was a foggy feeling in your brain and in your limbs, that had to mean this was a dream. You wished briefly that there was someone here with you to share this with, some dream person to bounce ideas off of. 

It was the loneliness of this dream-scape that made everything feel wrong. 

You make your way out of the room again, it was just as dark and quiet in the rest of your home as well. Everything was covered in these weird vines, and you shuddered. You could see your breath now, and you rubbed your arms to get some sort of friction and heat. You make your way to your front door, reaching for the knob-

BANG

The door shook with the force of whatever was on the other side. You screamed and backed away, stumbling backwards over a vine that now wrapped around your ankle. It tightened around you, and you thrashed trying to get it off. 

There was another BANG on the door, louder and harder. A piercing sound echoed through your home. Whatever was out there was strong, and loud, and did not sound human. You needed to wake up NOW. 

There was a pair of scissors on the table behind you. If you could just grab them then you could cut this stupid vine off of you. Another vine shot out, grabbing your leg this time and you thrashed harder, reaching for the leg of the table and gripping it for dear life. You shook the table as more vines started for you, until the scissors fell next to you. 

With a desperate amount of force you stabbed through a vine. Of course these were the shitty scissors, ones that you had been meaning to replace for weeks now. Your arm was sore as you hacked at the vines, the slamming of the door getting harder and closer to breaking through. 

One good kick later and you were scrambling back towards your room, needing to find an out. You slammed the door behind you and locked it, as the sound of your front door broke open. Panic flooded your veins, any lucidity from this dream vanished in an instant and all you cared about was getting away from whatever the fuck was now inside your home. 

You rushed to the window, which opened surprisingly easily. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you looked down. The fall didn’t look like it would kill you, but it did look like it could hurt like hell. But it was better to be able to get away limping than dying by a spooky vine monster. One good jump should lurch your brain awake enough to sit up and shake off whatever the hell this was. You looked down at the ground, adjusting the backpack and taking a deep breath.

Maybe you'd actually be able to fly if you were lucky. You never were that lucky though. In dreams, the best you could ever do was doggy paddle through the air for a few seconds. 

You  pushed yourself forward and found yourself tumbling to the ground. Your stomach lurched again, dropping as you fell forward. You tried to aim for the bushes to break your fall, but they never came. That feeling of being upside down washed over you again, and you fell with a hard thud on... concrete?

You groaned and sat up, the world had changed again to... you assumed normal? No, you had to still be dreaming as you  found yourself in the middle of a street. It was dark, save for the lamp posts lighting the street. You took a few deep breaths, your head was still spinning and your stomach was protesting hard at what just happened. You took a few deep gasping breaths, begging yourself to not puke everywhere. You felt clammy, shaky, and now warm again. It was warm again. 

There was an ache in your shoulder where you had landed on a hard concrete sidewalk. The backpack didn't help, and you slid it onto just one side of your body. You close your eyes and stretch it out. At least it didn't feel broken. That was a good sign.

"Holy shit." there was a voice from behind you, and you swung around to see two boys there.

One was... awkward looking. All gangly limbs and skinny with shaggy dark hair. He didn't look older than fourteen, in that awkward height where he wasn't quite taller than you but gave the impression he was just one growth spurt away from shooting up like a beanstalk- or maybe he was already in the middle of it?

The second boy looked more proportional. He was shorter than his presumed friend with curly hair and slightly darker skin. They were both looking at you like you were a fucking alien or something.

You might as well have been, considering that they had just seen you fall out of the sky, from a portal that absolutely had no business opening and shutting as quickly as it did. A portal, you'd come to realize, they knew about all too well.

You look at them, and they stare at you slack jawed.

"Shit." the shorter one says.

"Yeah. Shit." Agrees his friend.

"...Shit?" you echo back to them and that seems to snap them out of their trance as they start towards you.

"Did you just come from the Upside Down?" demands the taller one as they approach you.

"The what?" You stare blankly at them.

"The place with the vines everywhere!" the shorter one explains. "Looks like this place but darker and worse off? Crawling with demodogs possibly? Particles in the air?"

Particles? Had there been particles? You couldn’t remember, but you did know the vines. You shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of the fog of whatever this dream had turned into. Had you snapped your brain out of one dream to be pulled back into another? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened either. Everything just felt so cloudy still in your mind.

You made a move to stand up, but your legs refused. Looking down you could see the indents of where the vines had dug into your skin. This was all too confusing. Who were these kids and how the hell did they know about your nightmare? And where even were you??

"How di-" you froze as the two boys stepped into the spotlight of the nearest lamp post.  

There's a funny feeling that happens when you're in a dream. Things make sense, except they don't. You blindly accept things that aren't possible. You could swear you have physical sensation, but everything feels the same. A 'clear fog' would be the best way to describe it, if you had to put it into words. Reality and fiction, a world of your own making based on the world you lived in. Nothing is real, but everything was real somewhere else. You can be in five places at once because your mind pulls the fabric of your memories together to form a seamless transition of all of the space and time you've ever inhabited.

When Dustin Henderson steps into the light, that feeling snaps and you're awake. Any traces of sleep and dream disappear and you had the same feeling you would get after waking up from a nightmare. Your heart starts racing in overtime, you feel clammy all over. Your shoulder hurts, and your mind feels sharp and panicked.

You squeeze your hand into a fist, digging your nails into your palm and feeling the sharp pain in your skin. Real. You are awake now.

Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson were standing right in front of you. You knew their names and faces- you'd watch them grow up over the years but now they were in front of you.

You were awake but they were standing in front of you, existing.

You hadn't even thought about Stranger Things since the season finale last summer.

"Hello?" Dustin waved his hand in front of you. "Come on, dude. We're not the bad guys!"

As if two high-schoolers could be. Then again, you had been in high school once.

"The Upside Down." you said. You could feel the slight vibration of your throat as you forced the words out of you. Your tongue moved in your mouth, saying each syllable carefully. Real. Your words were real. "Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?!"

Your question caught them both a little off guard. This time it was Mike (Mike!) who spoke up. "You're in Hawkins, Indiana. Did you come from a lab too?"

A lab? That was laughable. You have never been anywhere near Indiana before let alone a lab, unless you counted science classes.

"I... am absolutely not from around here." you said. "I have no idea where I am-"

"Hawkins," repeated Mike, missing the point.

"-Or how I got here."

"Portal from the Upside Down?" offered Dustin.

You dropped your backpack now. It felt too heavy, and your shoulder was still sore from the impact.

"Do you know what your name is?" Mike asked.

That was an easy question. You were able to at least give them your name.

While you were spiraling and trying to decide on what to do next, Dustin walked over to your bag, which had spilled on the ground. Well, spilling was a generous word. You hadn't zipped it up properly as the zipper had a bad habit of getting stuck so when you dropped it, the books inside had slid out partially.

"Player's Handbook?" Dustin asked, picking it up. "This isn't what this is supposed to look like"

"Fifth edition." the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Fifth edition, fuck they were no where near that in ninetheen-eighty-something. Were they on the second edition? Second edition came out in 1989- shit.

Mike grabbed your backpack before you could stop him. These teens were awfully grabby for having just seen you appear out of thin air.

"Dude" you said as they pulled out your heavy D&D books, looking at them in awe. The hardcover books rarely left your bag as you had your own table to play with every week. Well, every other week. Sometimes, maybe once a month? Scheduling was hard with a group.

Would your friends even notice you were gone? Could they notice you were gone?

Mike was thumbing through the Dungeon Masters guide, with wide eyes. "Where did you even get something like this?"

Well, you might as well rip off the bandaid.

"Hey, what year is it?" you ask, ignoring his question.

The two boys look up at you, then each other, and then at you again. There was a silent conversation happening between the two of them.

"It's August 5th, 1985" Dustin said.

"Right. Cool." you sat your ass on the concrete, suddenly feeling dizzy.

The two boys stepped away, talking to each other in harsh whispers that you could still hear.

"We need to bring them to El."

"El can't do anything, she's- she still doesn't have her powers back!"

"They fell from a portal from the Upside Down and don't know what year it is!"

"El's leaving in a week to move to California-"

"So?! We've saved the world in less time than that!"

"We don't even know if the world needs saving right now-"

"That was a PORTAL that opened and closed on its own from the Upside Down! You think that's NOT a sign of something happening?"

The two boys continued bickering as your mind raced. 1985, meaning it was somewhere between seasons 3 and 4. Early August, so no Hellfire Club, El's still here for at least a little bit- there's no mall. Not that you have any money anyway. You rack your brain, it had been so damn long since you watched the show and now you're here?

"You know I can hear you both, right? Like, you're not even trying to be quiet." You call out.

Mike and Dustin stop their discussion and turn back to you. "You're coming with us," Dustin said. "We need to know everything that happened and how you got here."

"Do I at least get to know your names?" you already knew their names, but they hadn't supplied them to you.

Introductions were shared and books were put back. You struggled to zip up your bag, knowing that it'd be a worse struggle to get them out later.

"We're going to Mike's house." Dustin explained. "We can hide you in the basement for now."

"You two are being weirdly okay with putting up a complete stranger that just appeared out of nowhere." you said.

"This happens a lot." Mike said. You laughed, yeah, you suppose for them it did.

"So, what year are YOU from?" Dustin asked.

You walked forward with the boys, feeling each heavy step as you navigate through the suburban neighborhood. At night, in the street like this, it didn't look too different from a neighborhood in your own time. The only difference being the site of a tube tv glowing through the window of one of the houses. If you ignored that, you could pretend that you were back home in-

"2023."

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RULES

-I’m not writing in a liner way, but I’m not ready to write any romance between Reader and Eddie. This is a slow burn after all! Current timeline I’m wanting to write is between August-December 1985. We will get to ‘86 later

-You can suggest reader do anything, there is no guarantee that I will pick your prompt!

-I already have the meeting planned between Eddie and Reader, that is off the table. Anything else is up for suggestion!

-Prompts must be submitted through ask, as “READER => Do something” If you know, you know.

-Reader is a weirdo, a freak, and is not shy or popular. Reader probably has really bad ADHD.

-If I need to add more rules I will, if I change rules that’s allowed because it’s my fic.

-This fic is officially named “That Time I was Transported into a Netflix Show And Joined A D&D Club” but I’ll be tagging it as “Isekai Chronicles” for simplicity

-Monkey’s paw author.

-Make it fun, everyone <3

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Recommended Next Chapter: Reader ==>Meet the Party

[otakween]

Digimon Tamers - Episode 51 (final episode!)

Yay! I enjoyed this finale. It was basically like the inverse of Adventure where instead of the kids having to go back to the real world it was the digimon having to return to the digital world. It was probably not as emotional as Adventure because the goodbyes were kind of abrupt, but it was close enough. I feel satisfied :^)

Notes:

Exciting title card is exciting. Gotta love it when the final episode switches up the intro for dramatic effect.

Sakuyamon's armor bursts off and her hair streams out when she gives Cyberdramon her power. I was kind of giggling at how fanservicey that was (I wonder if it awakened anything in anyone), but it was nice to see Ruki and Ryo finally cooperating and Ruki respecting Ryo as a teammate.

Lots of flowing hair in this episode: Sakuyamon, Ruki and Juri all get this treatment. Honestly it kinda made Ruki and Juri look really similar in my screenshots (see below), whoops. Other than that, they looked nice.

They probably just look more similar than normal here because of Juri's serious expression.

Nice of the holy beasts to show up and help, but they barely showed them (you could only see them fading into the distance). I wish they had the budget to animate them more up close because then their heroic moment would have had more oomph.

Why did Juri suddenly have 90s anime eyes in that one scene? She looked so cute lol (Culumon too)

Nice to see the less powerful, more defensive digimon save the day in this with Culumon using a barrier on Juri and then MarineAngemon doing the same for everyone to get them out of the D-Reaper bubble.

I laughed out loud when the goddess monster moaned it's way into the pit. Why was that so goofy sounding? Totally took away any cool-factor for that thing

Now that I think about it, when MarineAngemon saves the day, Hirokazu, Guardromon, and Lopmon did not need to be there. Guess they just wanted to participate haha

Poor Jian and Terriermon have to spin super hard to revert the D-Reapers power. The little "momantai" with swirling eyes was super cute.

It's revealed that part of sealing the digital world and real world connection means that all the partner digimon have to go back to the digital world, but first they revert to babies! Omg the baby digimon were so cuuuute ;w; Guilmon was a lil bean and hearing the super-serious Renamon's baby voice was great too.

We got a cheesy "Primary colors' insert song that I'm guessing was sung by the VAs, looking forward to giving that a closer listen.

It's interesting to think about what having digimon in the real world would even mean if there are no threats. They just hang out slice of life style? Are there any mon shows like that where there's no fighting? Sounds cute but it probably wouldn't sell as many toys lol.

This poor background child with huge ears:

I was like "gah! Why is there an elf in their class??"

Glad they didn't end with a silly "and then 20 years later they had all the babies" epilogue. Open-ended is best. Good for the imagination and good for the franchise if they ever want to do more with these characters.

All in all, this was a good kids show. It didn't blow me away or anything, but it was probably stronger than 02 at least. Since no one talks about the other series I can only assume it's all downhill from here -cries- Nah, JK. I'm looking forward to checking out everything else. But first, video game and manga time baby! :D

[cafeleningrad]

Hiii ! Here some film ask : 1, 2, 7, 9, 15, 16

Merci beaucoup our tous tes questions, chèrie! :D 🎬

What’s the most depressing movie you’ve ever watched? Easy: Tyrannosaur (2011, directed by Paddy Considine)

2. What’s the most disturbing movie you’ve ever watched? Ooof, okay that's harder because I've some things that do definitely squick me out. For once I saw El perro andaluz way to early at the age of 11, and I still can't forget the moon-eye scene (I don't recommend looking this up, and if so with massive gore warning.) Given that I might not even have watched the most transformative horror movies yet, I think the movie making me feel the most squeamish was Happiness (1998, dir. Todd Solonoz) - which is not even a horror movie. But psychologically thrilling nonetheless. :D

7. A film you wish had a sequel? Phew, another taxing question. Mostly I like movies which manage to economically tell a story within their runtime. Unless their part of a series or saga. And even with these I think they should contain a logical tale within themselves. That's good story telling, knowing exactly how to tell everything properly. (Also sequels often are not... good - mostly.) Alright, enough rambling, if there was a movie I feel like wanting "more of this, please!", Nice guys (2016, dir. Shane Black) could've been such a fun buddy private eye dramedy series.

9. The most aesthetically pleasing movie you’ve ever watched? Uuuh, so many to choose from. I'm general I really love good photography and landscape shots, so even weaker Tyler Sheridan titles, and some of Scorsese's newer movies strike some aesthetical chords in me. There will be blood is generally a good movie (it has Pual Dano it it, yay!), some landscape shots are still burned into the back of my mind. The photography and background design was perhaps the only things that saved Maquia (2018, dir. Okada Maria) for me. Sorry to be such a weeb on main but The Adolescence of Utena (1999, dir. Ikuhara Kunihiko) is just absolutely fantastic visual direction, framing, colour symbolism, geometrical design, direction, theme, and animation skills are at their absolute peak in this movie. But as we are on the topic of anime, every Yen spend on Akira was worth the visual result. Tarsem Singh always creates gorgeous images, the costuming as story telling, the bright colours, the sets, an absolute treat. Edit: How did I forget about Loving Vincent (2027, directed by Hugh Welchman and Dorota Kobiela)?! One movie which doesn't have the most outstanding editing, or colours but still stands out because of the sheer absurdity of set design was Lucky number Slevin (2006, dir. Paul MacGuigan). There is an entire production process for movies. Did none say anything against these terrible wallpapers?! Their existence in the movie was deliberate but how did this decision come to be. I remain fascinated. (By the way the movie is fun, Lucy Liu is in it, yay!) Also, I am a simple woman: If a movie lives on delicious looking cooking scenes, I am all in!

15. A film everyone loves but you hate? Phew... I think for me there is this sense when a movie gets a lot of general hype how "great!", "fantastic!", and "genius!" it supposedly is, and then I watch it, and... it is well made. It s a good movie. In the sense that the crew knew their craft: Proper story telling, good build-up, good lighting, good sound, good costume, good acting. Over all a good work. In times of scraping for the bare minimum of course it's exciting to see a well put together work, and not Netflix slob to fill the screen and kill time. In comparison to another Rayn Reynolds Netflix paycheck work, Boy kills world looks like pure cinema. :/ Still, there is this weird sense of annoyance when a movie is good but no Park Chan Wook, and the fan adjectives are larger than the work itself. But the movie I really don't get the hype for is Mean Girls. Probably I was too old when I watched it, by virtue of being a non-US-citizen, the high school scenario doesn't make sense either. However the only reason I understood why people liked it was nostalgia ("it's so quotable" girl, even Morbious got quoted, the movie is still garbage). It is racist (when isn't Tina Fey), and lacked the actual depth, and larger insight why girls terrorize each other in school than the much better, much more thought through Heathers had. Don't get me wrong, everyone who likes it shall enjoy themsleves, it just a movie I absolutely do not get (if there're better works about such a topic in comparison as well)...

Edit: Oh wait, apparently, I depsise this movie so much I banned it from my conciousness: Seven (1995, dir. David Fincher). A dear friend of mine explained to me carefully how good the editing was. She is right. Yes Fincher is a good director but the material he directs is so often more about him despising other human beings - and the script of Seven is gross and gory for the sole purpose of making an edgelord edgy point how hopeless and bad people are, man. It's nowhere as deep as it wants to be. Given that I've watched other stuff of his, and how all his villains are put in bright colours, I am convinced Fincher must've been traumatized by his mother getting hit by a paint pot. I don't know how else to explain this drap colour grading. This is a movie I can barely be objective about anything.

16. A film you love and everybody hates? A cure for Wellness (2016, dir. Gore Verbinski). I don't know if it's exactly hated but it received poor reviews, and bombed at the box office. Still, I'd fun.

[spirk-trek]

yay mutuals! :D

just wanted to say that i love your little tos set tour series, they're just what i was looking for, some amazing background references! i think they'll help me a lot in my art :)

thank you so much, i love your blog and you have my whole heart <3

I was thinking the same thing when I decided to upload them! I'm not an artist but my sister is and says backgrounds are the hardest part. I went on the tour by myself (twice whoops) and have never really had anyone who would appreciate the sheer VOLUME of photos I took until now. It's made me so happy to share :')