#might make him publish

[leylin3]

SBF is so much of an insane person that a reporter is harassing students who currently live at his old frat*

sbf is 30 years old!! these undergrads have never fuckign met him!!!! stop harassing them for a scoop! they have nothing to do with them except that they all at some point lived in some house. years apart. the group's corp/alum group that deals with house taxes are so pissed off at this asshole who keeps emailing undergrads and waiting outside the house to harass people who are just trying to pass their gd finals.

hes also essentially blackmailing the group. "since you arent telling me anything ive asked some other unaffiliated students what they think about yall :) i really want to get a perspective from inside the community so it might be in your best interest to just talk to me." (paraphrased)

*not technically a frat. its a super nerdy dry living group full of mostly math and cs majors who love puzzle games and board games and rubber ducks? i pledged and then the pandemic hit so i never initiated. im a chem major too so like. its not just baby sbfs running around

[wildechildwrites]

Lucky Charms

Looney Tunes Part Two

Konig/Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

No use of Y/N

Summary: You have some more encounters with König, the mysterious man who lives in your apartment building.

A/N: König being unintentionally terrifying is so funny. He’s shy and he’s a giant murderer for hire, excuse him for constantly throwing off the vibe. Let me know if you want to be tagged in part three!

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

You've got bags of groceries hanging from your arms, pinching at your skin, precariously balanced, a white knuckle grip on the laundry detergent that's determined to slip through your fingers before you reach your apartment. The man steps on the elevator with you, and you can feel your face heating up as he looks at you.

You haven't seen him since the night he'd kissed you, and you wondered if he thought of you everytime he rode the elevator. You certainly thought of him.

He makes no effort to disguise his staring, looking down at you with a flat expression, taking in your overflowing arms.

"I hate making more than one trip to my car," you say, answering the question he didn’t ask, shrugging as much as you can with your arms full. You swear you see his eyebrow twitch.

Amusement? Irritation? It's impossible to read him. Instead, you drop your gaze, feeling his eyes still on you.

"My name is König." He says abruptly. Your eyes jump back up to his face, and it's his turn to look away as you grin, introducing yourself.

When you go to get off the elevator, he plucks the detergent out of your hand, gesturing silently for some of the bags you carry. He follows you to your apartment soundlessly, placing the bags down outside of your door. You throw your 'thank you' at his retreating form, and he doesn't acknowledge it.

Later, when you're putting away your groceries, you say his name out loud, tasting it on your tongue.

One of the lights in the parking garage is flickering again, and you sigh in annoyance as you look up at it. The apartment complex took months to fix the last broken bulb, so you’re unenthusiastic about the prospects of a quick repair. It puts you on edge, affecting the visibility and giving the garage an eerie feeling.

“It’s just like a horror movie,” you mumble to yourself, attempting to break the tension you feel as you head towards the exit. It’s late, your workday running longer than it should’ve, and you can’t help the itch of anxiety crawling up your spine.

You pass an unfamiliar man, standing still in between some of the cars. His eyes are on you, and you grip your keys tighter in your hand, speeding up. You hazard a glance over your shoulder and find he's disappeared, and your eyes search the parking lot behind you.

Distracted as you are, unfocused on where you're going, you slam straight into a solid wall of a person. You let out a shriek, head whipping back around and nearly fall backwards as you attempt to scramble away. Two solid hands firmly grip your shoulders, preventing you from tripping. König is standing in front of you, and you sag against his hold in relief.

“You scared me!” you exclaim, a hand going up reflexively to your chest.

“You should be more cautious, häschen,” König responds, and you swear there’s the faintest trace of a smile on his face, the subtle quirk of scarred lips. “Most people look where they are walking to, not where they are walking from.”

You let out a sigh and roll your eyes with a smile, the anxiety seeping out of your body. “The stupid flickering light really freaked me out,” you say, gesturing at the ceiling. “And then there was a man staring at me, but he disappeared.” König nods thoughtfully. His hands are still on your shoulders, and there’s a beat as you both stare at each other.

König clears his throat. “I will speak to the complex maintenance about repairing the light. As for your mystery friend–” König pulls back and slides one finger across his throat. You laugh at the joke, even though he’s not smiling.

König insists on walking you back to your apartment despite your objections, and although you know you were just being silly, you’re touched by the gesture.

“Thank you, König,” you say, lingering in the doorway, and something in his eyes seems to sharpen when you say his name.

You're eating cereal on your couch, watching cartoons when you should be sleeping. It's a childish habit, but after a long day, you're feeling sentimental and too burnt out to process anything with substance. Scrolling through your phone, half paying attention, you almost miss the soft knock on your front door.

König is standing outside, his face obscured by something that looks like an executioner's hood. The gear he's wearing makes him seem even more massive, a mountain of a man standing in front of you.

"May I come in?" He asks, his accented voice low, and you're so caught off guard by the request that your jaw drops.

König stares at you and you stare back, contemplating the matter.

You probably shouldn't let him in, this hulking monster in a mask. You don't even know him really, only interacting a couple of times. He's kissed you, and it was a knee buckling, eye rolling kiss, but does that necessarily grant him access to your apartment?

Your logistical side loses when he lets out a sigh, a huff of air that borders on a whine. You step aside, waving him to the couch as you go to the kitchen to grab another bowl of cereal for him. You want to know why he's here unannounced, but you're unwilling to disturb the delicate balance between the two of you, so you say nothing. He pulls off the mask, eyes on the TV.

“Looney Tunes?” he asks, his voice amused. Daffy Duck lets out a shriek in the silence between you two, and you snort.

“Call it a guilty pleasure,” you reply. König’s eyebrow twitches. You offer him the bowl, and his large fingers brush against yours, shockingly warm and rough. His eyes seem to glint at the contact, an almost avian intensity that makes your skin flush.

You sit down a measured distance away from him, and go back to eating your cereal, attempting to display a level of casual that you do not feel. König seems unaffected, sprawled on your couch, crunching away like he does this every night. He's got his boots on still, tacky with a dark liquid you think could be blood.

"Uh… not that I don't appreciate the company…" you begin after a beat of silence, turning to face him. It's the first time you've seen him really smile, and a part of you is unsure if you like it, the almost predatory glint of teeth.

"I just wanted to see if you'd invite me in." He responds to your unspoken question, his voice rumbling deep from his chest, and there's a sharp edge to his words that make the hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

There's a beat, and your expression must tip him off to your discomfort because his eyes widen.

"I didn't mean– I am sorry I misspoke– sometimes my translations are–" he's stammering, and you instantly relax, feeling guilty for your involuntary reaction.

"No! No it's okay I was just… surprised. I'm glad for the company" You say in a rush, your voice unnaturally high. "You're always welcome to come over."

He smiles again, softer than before. His eyes haven't quite lost the cutting focus, but you smile back, relaxing a little as he takes another bite of cereal. You fall back into companionable silence.

It's late, and you're starting to fade, eyes drooping, curled up into yourself. König hasn't moved from his post on the end of your couch, his empty bowl still cupped in one hand, and you drowsily wonder if it's a military habit, the way he sits with perfect stillness. You stifle a yawn, and he glances over at you without moving his head.

"It's getting late," he says quietly. You watch as he rises in one fluid motion, large strides leading him with a seemingly practiced familiarity to your kitchen. He places his dish in the sink and reaches for the soap. You sit up.

"It's alright, I'll wash the dishes tomorrow," you call out, wiping your eyes, and he nods. You stand as he heads towards the door, your legs slightly unsteady.

"Thank you for the cereal," he says quietly, a hand on the doorknob. You think there is a light dusting of pink around his ears, but it's too dark to really tell.

You smile at him. "You're welcome."

König pauses, turning towards you.

You idly wonder if he'll kiss you again. He looks down at you with an inscrutable expression, bringing a large hand slowly up to your face, the ghost of his fingertips skimming your jaw. You let out an involuntary gasp at the contact, your skin electrified, and he drops his hand.

He opens the door, and you notice his fingers are still curled, as if he's cupping the sensation of your skin against his, holding it in his palm.

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"Good night little rabbit," König whispers, a silhouette in your doorway. "Catch you later."

Part Three

Taglist:

All for you @whos-fran my beloved (the first person to ever ask to be tagged)

If anyone else would like to be on the taglist for part three reply or reblog this post :)

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[bumblingbabooshka]

what if I screamed and cried for a hundred years . what then?

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[steakout-05]

saw this new image uploaded to the JJ wiki in the JJ2 Demo article and oh my god i love this character select screen i'm going to hug all of them

it's always great to see my two favourite boys get some new art of them, and Betty looks SO COOL with her angel wings!! look at her go!!!

[prismit]

time for your medicine :)

[sketchy--akechi]

Please feel free to ignore this. Your AU has been stuck in my head so I wanted to type it out before the thought slips my mind. :P

***

Joker pressed his finger against the nose bridge of his mask even though he knew it was fixed in place without his meddling. His vision, fortunately, did not fail him because Crow stood before him, familiar smirk on his face, shining against the crowd of gray indecipherable faces.

“I didn’t think you would give in and let me lead,” said Crow.

Joker felt his heart clenched.

“Sometimes I worry that if I push you too far, you might disappear,” Joker admitted. Something strange tickled at the back of his mind, a truth he chose to hide perhaps, but he ignored it.

 “As if I would give in and forfeit that easily,” said Crow as he pulled Joker against him, resting a hand at the small of his back. “Shall we?”

That was true. Crow never would give up. Crow still owed him a duel. Crow wouldn’t leave. They had a promise.

Joker took Crow’s hand and let Crow swept him across the dance floor as the jazz music pulled them deep into the eye of the hurricane where nothing was left but the two of them.

At the corner of Joker's vision, red eyes gleamed against the faceless crowd—a familiar figure in black and blue candy-striped outfit, fury barely contained underneath his mask—and Joker felt panic seized him.

“Keep your eyes on me—” Crow growled, snapping Joker back to the present— “and no one else.”

Crow was right. There was only them. There was no need for anyone else.

With a dismissive wave of his mind, the crowd around them began to fade away like dust in the wind. “Joker!” he could hear someone’s distant scream before it was snuffled out by the breeze, but Joker let the hurricane swept it away.

He would not let anyone interrupt them, Joker thought as he tightened his grip on Crow’s hand. Not anymore.

OHMYGODBDNSVBDS THIS IS SO GOOD???? MORE WHERE IS MORE I NEED MORE

how did you KNOW the vibe i had in mind and how cognitive akechi is smooth and flirty and how joker is tired and how real akechi is wearing his black mask outfit and trying to reach out to joker who's already too far gone how did you know......

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH and you can expect some sort of art for this >:)) the ballroom dancing scene is what i wanted to draw anyway and now i have a much clearer image in my head hehehe

[dramaturgical]

2024 has been pretty wild for me

Tw: death

[best-enemies]

Sure I have like a thousand wips but instead I just picked up my 2 year old wip that has over 10 chapters and nearly 100 pages worth of fic about Patience narrating how the Doctor was the worst husband she ever had (mind you. She married Rassilon) and picking up on clues that he might have cheated on her with the Master.

[louisdulacblog]

Not going to lie but long term end goal for this blog is to build a louis-worshipping cult. Like low-key just for the haha and stuff but like...kinda highkey. Like irony. Not serious or anything but like...👀

But I don't think this era would allow it. But if it was 2012 best believe I was gonna push that agenda HARD.

[carefulfears]

californication's commitment to the "i can fix him" model is fascinating me...they string you along as an audience in nearly the exact same manner that hank strings his family along...they give you little glimpses, a couple of times an episode, of something salvageable or commendable, in the hopes that you won't completely write them off, just as karen and becca will forever cling to those little glimpses of the person who made them happy "once upon a time," who made them briefly believe in a happy ending, who was the partner and father they once came home to...they won't ever be able to leave him behind and if the writers play their cards right, neither will you. californication was written about as "the show that showtime forgets to cancel" for seven years.

[j-esbian]

frustrating how so many craft books have a section about "how to sell what you've made"

like on one hand i get it because the person writing the book has obviously made their craft a full-time job. and they might have some tips and tricks that might be useful, and there are people out there who might be trying to start a small business out of it

but on the other hand it's just exhausting and feels like another voice saying "what's the point of having a hobby if you're not going to monetize it"

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Another new timeline possibility

Ok ok ok ummm.......what if....P5/R aren't on the same timeline as P3/4 (and P2EP)? What if......they are pulling a Pokemon and P5/R is on.....like....a "mega evolution" timeline??? Like here's the Pokemon Mega evolution timeline:

WHAT IF Persona is doing this???? Wasn't it said that P3R is kind of a testing grounds for future projects? What if......my previous timelines where were like these (oldest to new: x, x, x, x). But instead like....one of these:

Option 1:

Option 2:

Option 3:

I was just going to go with Option 2, but then I remembered P3D.....So I made a few variations (I'm partial to 2 and 3 tbh). Also ignore where P5T falls on there. Probs between P5D and P5S but that doesn't matter atm, we're focused on P3R and what it might mean. P5X also got leaked that it's possibly an alt universe so throwing that in there just in case. (that being said, if P5T was set in a what if P5 timeline like that one interview indicated then......then does that mean P3R and P5T are set in the same timeline....wait shit that'd be funny since I fever dreamed guessed this last year hahaha let's hope I'm wrong...moving on for serious).

With P3R possibly being a testing grounds for future projects....it's made me wonder.....what if the P1-4 refs in P5 weren't....the ones we've actually played, but versions of games we've yet to play? Aka P3R? 030

I mean....PQ2 proved that it's possible for games in different universes and/or not on the same timeline/continuity to interact with each other (P3 vs P3P) all at once, what if there were actually 3 (P3/4 vs P3P vs P5) diff timelines interacting rather than just 2 (P3/4/5 vs P3P) in PQ2? Of course, with the lack of the new outfits, I'm thinking Q2/P3D (and P5R cognitions) are def of the OG timeline.

BUT there's also P5X, and if P5X being a diff continuity is correct....and since you can summon other Persona chars (namely the og PT) to P5X as cognition helpers.....even tho they are from a diff timeline. It's possible that just because P3/4MC appear as cognition battle bosses in P5R in their OG forms, it doesn't mean that they share P5R's timeline but instead are based in the OG timeline (because cognitions can cross timelines and universes).

Of course maybe that's the case, but it's for P5X instead being on the same timeline as P3R.....I like to keep my possibilities open. :3c

So yeah, I dunno if they are making a new "R" timeline or not. But if they are...............well....guess we'll see what happens. 8U

[airenyah]

Sex scenes don't bother me as much as kiss scenes. When the characters are making out in a way that indicates it will lead to sex, I'd scream at the screen "Just take off your pants and start grinding under the covers already!" because I cannot watch them mash their mouths together for another second.

That being said, I'm not a huge fan of sex scenes because firstly—I can't take the movements seriously, and if there's sound effects, there's also a high chance of me laughing. Secondly, the squishiness of the human body is another thing I can't take seriously. When I first watched the Only Friends trailer, and I saw that scene where Sand thumbs Ray's tattoo, I thought it was a butt tattoo because of the way the skin bounced in slow-motion, but no, it's actually a hip tattoo; the human skin is just that springy on every part of the body. While everyone was going crazy because of the tattoo-touch, I'm laughing because the bounce was so pronounced.

Basically, kiss scenes ick me out while sex scenes are comedy.

omg that sounds like such a fun way to experience sex scenes tho!! i wish my reaction was more like that rather than convulsion. i'd much rather experience a comedy show tbh dfjkkdgj

also interesting point you bring up about the human body being so squishy. i never really thought about it but yeah. human bodies are just so weird?????? actually, only the other week i was talking with another friend (who's likely also ace-spec) about just how humans (and tbh even animals) will just have things dangling from them?? whether it be genitalia or boobs or whatever. like, those body parts are just... hanging there?? and technically even your arms but at least you can control those. meanwhile my boobs will just bounce depening on what movements i make and i can't control them and they're just hanging from my chest while i go about my life. like, why?? i want dog boobs where you mostly have just the nipples and they only really get big when i have an actual child to feed (i know human breasts also swell when they fill with milk during a pregnancy, but why do i have to have two balls of meat hanging from my chest even when i'm not pregnant?? who thought of this design??). coming back to your point of the human body being so squishy and actually yeah, i'm realizing now that i can't take it seriously when people talk about how hot boobs are precicely because boobs are so squishy and also so wobbly and just. how is this not funny to people? dkdfjdjfk

and lmao i remember everyone going crazy over the tattoo!!!!! i realized right away that it's on the hip but maybe that was bc i remembered the placement of it from the eclipse. which is also why that scene didn't make me laugh, i was actually too busy trying to read what it said bc in the eclipse we never got to see that tattoo up close enough in order to be able to read it. so while everyone was freaking out i was just sitting in my corner like "omg so the tattoo says 'beautiful'???" i'd been wondering about it for a year ever since the eclipse, so i was just excited to finally know what it says bc i'm a nosy ass bitch lmao

anyway, i love hearing about your experiences. it's so fascinating how varied the ace experience can be and how specific things affect everyone differently. and i think it's also cool to hear what things other ace people pick up/focus on while the allosexuals are busy drooling over whatever is happening on screen dkjkdkjg

the kissing... idk, i can't tell you why it doesn't actually bother me that much or why i might even enjoy it. although i do have to say, the act of kissing does look extremely weird. sometimes (usually during longer kiss/make-out scenes) i'll be sitting there and suddenly it'll hit me that "actually kissing looks SO strange, whose idea was it for kissing to be a thing??"

sometimes in my head the kissing just conjurs up the image of a fish opening and closing it's mouth, like so:

except, you know, kissing involves two people so in reality it's more like:

[unladielike]

Haven't interacted yet, but thought I'd let him have a go at it. Anything blue is what he agrees with. Orange is something he's unsure about because that's not something he can decide for Vivian. That's on her to decide if he has good hands or a nice laugh.

(He's been told his can be obnoxious though. )

In general he's a friendly and open guy. He's confident and assertive. A bit dumb. (read: himbo)

                    ARE YOU VIVIAN'S TYPE?

For a three dimensional man, Mizumachi sure happens to be an absolute hunk. Sure, dating might be out of the question at the moment, but she will stare... very respectfully, that is.

@fightingthetides