#not really but ill jus tag it

[sukugo]

realizing that once gojo gets sealed, we won't be seeing him in the anime again for who knows how many years.....

[sunnydayaoe]

Fanart of @leshyleaf's bullet pattern birthday card AU, it's Suppper cute! check it out.

[v1x3n]

Im begging for a Ghost x reader Sex pollen (dubcon/ fuck or die) where only reader gets the pollen but ghost tries to get her to deal with it herself because he’s so in love and he knew having sex with her (finally) would change everything. Please make ghost be really down for her 🤍🤍🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩 - EYE CONTACT

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : heat overwhelmes you during a missiom, a weird pollen had contact with you creating a painful throb between your legs, ghost , who was with you, luckily can be able to help you through it. despite his overbearing feelings for you.

"how the fuck am i ment to help?" ghost, your teammate spits out at you. his voice echoing around the bare room you two were in. the 'pollen' had made contact with you, meaning you were stuck in this mess alone. the pain from it could just swell you up, it was by far the worst pain you had experienced yet, you were throbbing to the point your clit could fall off. a heat hung over your eyes as yourhead is fill with just a haze.

you whine, or groan. somewhere in between. "help yourself, ill go guard the door or something.." the last part he mumbles, as if he was hesitant about something.

the tears fall down your face silently. the streaks dirty with the grime of the war on your face. you moan out, the throbbing sensation that heats your cunt so sore that you wish you could just rip it off. your clit swollen and needy. "simon- its- jus please! it hurts!"

"cant you just.. i dunno!"

he gazes over at you and your very clearly frustrated face, "i cant help, i cant." you whine as a response as your fingers slip down into your panties. trying to release the pain and the throbbing. "whyy nott"

quick simon, think of an excuse. a one that isnt the real reason for why you, a man fucking heavily inlove with you, fuck you because youre in so much pain bc of a drug? hes so fucking stupid! he thinks to himself as he can hear your whiney grunts and groans as you try to get yourself off.

"uh b- because we are teammates!"

after a while of begging, he had finally gave up. you were layed down on the jard door, the cold surface making your back arch to try to get away from it, ghosts face blushes at you whining and your back arching. he was nervous as he stood below you, slowly letting himself climb ontop of you. your pants were already down, and he could see the shine from how wet you are leakinh through your white panties. the wetness surely would stain but thats not a thing running through your mind as ghost grunts softly.

he steadily undoes his pants, shoveling them down to make it easier to get his cock out. the loud, heavy breathing coming off of both of you increase as you glance down at his cock which sprung out of his boxers. his cock was almost scary, it was gurthy and big. it definitely wouldny fit but atleast you could try? "hurry, si" you whimper, your head flopped back, smacking it off the cold floor.

"im- im trying" his voice shaky despite his cold personality. his face flushed a deep pink when your hands brought down to your panties, pushing them aside and showing off your glistening cunt. "fucken hell" he mutters under his breath.

this was it. this was when he finally knew. he groaned at the thought of being inlove eith you. deep inside he knew he was, but never would admit it.

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[thisfanisgonesorry]

groupie love — hobie brown

guitarists dont get as many groupies as you’d think they do. 😮 

tags: smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, hairpulling, hookups go crazy, dom/sub, teasing/praise kink obv, creampie bc i forgot the condom at home, brief cockwarming. bro is a lovesick idiot fr. possessive as HELL. porn w feelings kinda? infatuation? idk theres feelings! im mentally ill! pussy so good that hes down bad! consent is sexy tho.. parasocial relationships arent

(but it’s so hard sometimes with the star when you have to share him with everybody; and i know what you’re thinking of, you want my groupie love)

🕸️

One thing led to another and he was leading me through the backstage entryway, his arm draped over my shoulder as he walked with a pep in his step, filled with adrenaline and trying to get it out of his system in ways that didn’t end in him pouncing on me. (Though admittedly, that’d be short lived.)

Backstage was mostly empty besides a few select crewmates who overall didn’t seem too phased by my presence. Hobie greeted them as he walked past, as if he knew each one personally. The rest of the band had seemingly dipped, and weren’t too worried about Hobie being missing from wherever they’d gone to hang out.

“Li’l lady wants to check out the green room.” He winked at one of the crew as he continued, dismissing them to give us space. The green room was nice but it wasn’t his destination in mind. He stood there for a minute, looking down at me briefly, before spinning dramatically and pushing his back against the dressing room door, sliding in and pressing me against the wall in a fairly smooth action.

“Don’t think anyone saw that?” I muttered out quickly, it was more of a question as I really didn’t see much from the spin itself, caught a little off guard by the sudden movement and unable to process much until I was pinned firmly against the wall. The dressing room was small, and he took advantage of the fact.

“M’hm, no.” He shook his head, leaning in slightly. “Nah, y’re all mine.” He continued.

His hands lingered on my waist, his fingertips reaching under the fabric and restraining himself as much as he could as he felt the soft skin underneath.

“You seem energised.” I laughed softly.

“I’m fine, jus’ got my blood pumping. Was a good show. Can I kiss you?” He spoke quickly to the point where if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed it. There was a short moment of silence where the air hung heavy as he waited, oh, how he waited so very patiently.

“... Yeah.” I nodded.

His patience ran thin, and his lips harshly made contact with mine, almost pushing my head into the wall. What a way to get a concussion. He groaned into it for a moment, enjoying the taste and licking my bottom lip slightly. My hands loosely hung around his neck, 

“Bloody ‘ell...” He muttered, pulling away and going down my neck. His free hand reached to the door, locking it before anyone could walk in. He was kissing and licking my neck, letting small bitemarks dance across the skin.

He began tugging at the hem of my shirt anxiously, wanting to just strip me bare, bend me over, fuck my brains out, but all in due time.

“Doors soundproof.” He commented. “Let me—”

One arm was wrapped around his shoulders, grabbing a fistful of the leather jacket and tugging on it to beckon him forward as the other grabbed his hand, pushing it closer. In hindsight, it was kind of sweet how certain he was letting things be.

He quickly removed my shirt that had his own band’s logo on it, throwing it to the floor and fumbling on the bra, running his large palms over the fabric. I leaned forward to kiss him again and his hands dropped to my hips, hastily (and harshly) dragging me to the dressing table, pushing me up against it. 

Our lips were reconnected once again, though the kisses were messy. My arm was still around his neck, my other on his chest. His hands began to slightly shimmy down my shorts and he moaned into the kiss. “S’pretty, darlin’, so..” He mumbled breathlessly, pulling away enough to let me kick off the shorts (albeit, struggling to because of my boots) and for him to shrug off his jacket. Both articles disappeared somewhere into the room to be determined later.

My hands lingered to his hips, reaching up and feeling his toned abs from under his shirt. “Y’so hot, Hobie.” I moaned back, feeling the way his stomach tensed under my fingertips.

“What? like ‘m not meant t’be fit?” He tried to joke as he palmed my tits again. 

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

He only responded with a laugh, kissing my neck and collarbone as he removed the bra, thrown to the side and his hands explored downwards in an attempt to remove the last of clothing.

“This aint fair.” I breathed, seeing him still fully dressed.

“Yeh, I know.” He responded, taking his shirt off, another piece lost to the room.

He ended up turning the light off, so the only light in the room was the one radiating from the mirror itself. He looked good like this but I guess that was the point. His face was flushed, it would be hard to tell otherwise if it wasn’t for the heat that it was giving off, you could literally feel it from across the room; his eyes were hyper focused and his lips were swollen slightly.

He leaned forward to kiss me again. “Y’re so beautiful.” He groaned.

“I was about to say the same thing.”

I reached down boldly, my fingers twitching to unbutton his jeans, to pull the zip down, to—

“Y’re gonna hurt y’self.” He joked, swatting my shaking hands away. “Touch yourself f’me.” He asked softly, trying to speak clearly despite his otherwise dishevelled behaviour.

I slid my fingers between my legs, toying with him as he watched between kisses. 

“C’mon, darl’.” He purred sweetly. “Work y’self open f’me, please?”

He swallows the moans that leave my mouth as I push my fingers inside, weakly thrusting as he continues to kiss me, hovering over me as he palms his hardness through his jeans.

“Hobie, c’mon.” I groaned, getting impatient with him. All he wanted to do was toy and tease me; holding me closely as his eyes scanned my naked body like a piece of meat, kissing as much of the flesh as he could, longing for the taste and feel under his lips.

“Alr’, alr’.” He drawled finally.

He pulled away enough to create distance between us, we both stood in anticipation, catching our breath slightly as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip. The jeans themselves were grungy, and his dick freed itself from the tight confines as quickly as it could, shimmying the jeans down to his thighs.

“No underwear? Anarchist goes commando?” I asked breathlessly as I continued to work myself, yet finding humour in comparing him to a militia.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/n. Don’t.” He warned.

“You go pantless just in case some pretty girl would fuck you tonight?”

I poked my tongue out between my teeth, biting down on it slightly, wanting nothing more than to be testing my luck with him. He grabbed my wrists, removing my hand from my insides and holding the sticky, shiny fingers up. It looked filthy in the bright light, he tutted slightly before licking the fingers clean, grinding his hard cock against the slick folds.

He held both my wrists in place, making it impossible for me to fight him with the movement of his hips, he was careful that he wouldn’t accidentally push himself into me, whether or not that accident was with his own free will or not. He was enjoying this, the torturous nature of it all. Yeah, definitely don’t talk back to him.

“Feels s’good like this.” He tried to speak clearly; “Could jus’ fuck you like this, yeah? Cum all over y’r cunt, don’t even go in?”

“I’m sorry.” I quickly spoke when I realised he could just stay like this.

“You’re sorry?”

“Please, Hobie, fuck me real good. I’m sorry, didn’t mean it.” I pleaded, though he could tell the words were only half hearted.

He tried to laugh but it got swallowed into a groan. He threw his head back and released my wrists. “Yeah, yeah. C’mon.” He spoke, finding amusement in it. He hissed slightly at the loss of contact as he turned me around to look in the mirror, bending me over the dressing table.

His breathing quickened as he admired the view of me bent over the table, elbows supporting my weight and my pretty eyes looking up at him through the mirror. He swallowed thickly, still grinding lazily against the wetness as he tried to shimmy his pants down further, they got about a little past his knees before getting snagged on his boots and he realised that it wouldn’t go much further than that.

“Ngh.. Fuck, y’so good.” He struggled out, a low moan erupting from his throat. “Gettin’ m’cock all nice ‘n’wet.”

“Hobie, I’m sorry.” I threw my head forward, not wanting to look at our reflections. “Fuck me, please, want you.”

“I know.” He groaned as he aligned himself. He gave a harsh tug on my hair, forcibly making me look in the mirror. “Look. Watch.” He panted.

He slid his thickness deep inside in one slow, stuttery motion. I watched carefully, my mouth fell open and my eyes threatened to close. His eyebrows knitted together and his mouth mimicked mine, falling agape.

“Oh my fucking god.” I moaned out, unable to hold my head up but quickly felt the tug on my hair as he held my limp neck in position.

He buried himself completely, “Look at how I’m stretchin’ you out, y/n, my darlin’.” He grinned lopsidedly.

He began thrusting slowly, watching the faces that I made, his eyebrows stayed knitted like he was focused on my expressions and nothing else.

“So good, Hobie.” I muttered, my head threatening to dip forward if it wasn’t for his grip on my hair. I tried to squirm away from him and his grip on my hip got tighter. “So big.”

“Yeah?” He spoke condescendingly, relishing at the way I felt around him. “Y’ve been dreamin’ about this, haven’t ya’?”

“Mhm, all the time.” I moaned quietly. “Fantasise about y’so bad.” 

“I bet’cha always wondered how good I’d feel buried deep in y’cunt.” He commented, picking up his pace as he felt the warmth swallow him perfectly; it wasn’t necessarily rough or fast, but the size of his cock as it nestled all the way in was almost too much. Almost. “The real things s’much better, ain’t it?”

“Ah! Yes!” I cried, reaching back to push at his hips.

“Takin’ me s’well, darlin’.” He groaned, not letting up. He wasn’t being relentless but the position and the harsh pound of his cock was all too much at once, I closed my eyes tight and he fought the urge to give another harsh tug on my hair.

“S’deep, Hobes, baby—” I groaned, though it was immediately followed by pathetic whines which completely diminished the point I was trying to make.

“Why y’pushin’ at me, sweet thing? What’s wrong?” He teased, knowing damn well that there wasn’t the faintest of an issue.

“So deep.. So big. Slow down.”

“What? Y’don’t think y’can take it?” He joked through slurred speech, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Mhm!” I jerked forward with a whine, then feeling the harsh tug on my hair as my body pulled away from his tight grip.

“I think y’can take it jus’ fine.” He continued teasing, still desperately nudging my insides. “M’pricks too big f’you, ain’t it, darlin’?”

I shook my head weakly, keeping my eyes glued on his face as he fucked me from behind. “No, mhm— I can take it.” I struggled out.

“Y’doin’ s’good.” He slurred with a groan.

The audible wet sounds began to fill the dressing room and I could do nothing but let out a pathetic whine as I could feel the sticky liquid make a mess on both our thighs. The slickness was making it easier for him to slide in and out, using it to his advantage to fuck into me even harder. It did nothing to ease the slight slapping sound, and if that door wasn’t soundproof like Hobie claimed, we were probably being louder than the show itself was.

I shook my head weakly, jerking forward at his movements and taking whatever he would give me. “So good. So deep. So big.” I rambled, the only words that my brain could come up with at the given moment.

“I want y’to watch, darlin. Look at y’r pretty face as I fuck you.” He spoke, knowing I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes in the slightest, coming across like nothing but a cock drunk groupie whore, though I guess, it wasn’t far off. “Y’re basically droolin’ for me.”

“Keep talkin’ to me like that, holy shit, make me cum.”

“Eyes up here. On me. Y’got it.” He praised, his harsh tugs became more gentle as he got more stern in keeping my eyes on the view. “Keep lookin’, c’mon, darlin’, look. Y’re s’beautiful. All f’me, look at ya. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

His voice began to ramble, whines and groans leaving his throat at intervals. 

“I’m trying.” I mumbled out; “It’s hard.”

“Darl’, ‘m not gon’ keep tellin ya’ to keep y’head up.” He moaned, removing his hand from my hair and rubbing figure 8’s right where I needed it. “Yeah, y’re gonna take it.” He panted, leaning over my body to press kisses on my shoulder and neck. “Take it, darlin’, doin’ good. Doin’ so good.”

I leaned my head back on his shoulder, looking down through half-lidded eyes at the filthy view of him fucking me into his dressing table.

“See? You can handle watchin y’self gettin’ fucked like a good girl.”

“Hobie, ‘m gonna cum.” I moaned, struggling to watch myself but worried that if I stopped, he’d pull his hands away from me.

“Watch y’self, good girl.” He praised again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Fuck, can feel y’squeezin’ me.” He whined. “Cum for me, darlin’, s’pretty when y’clench this big cock, yeah? ‘M stretching it out, y’gonna be so perfect f’me.”

I took a bite out of my knuckle as I felt it hit, he slowed down slightly but kept the movements methodical besides the gradual slowing as he praised me throughout it.

“Hobie—” I cried out.

The way I clenched around him made him harshly hold onto my hip, the moans filled the room loudly as he fucked me through the wave. Small purrs of praise were audible but it was almost impossible to focus.

“You right?” He rasped out, slowing his movements to a halt. He would’ve cum right then and there if he didn’t have half the mind to prolong himself.

“Mhm.” I hummed, dazed and confused. “Keep goin’.” I acknowledged, wanting to make him feel good.

“Wish I could fuck a pretty thing like you after all m’shows.” He spoke sweetly in my ear, thrusting up again for his own orgasm, it started slow but he increased his pace when he began riling himself up with ideas. “Tease y’before so y’re all wet and ready when ‘m done.” He laughed softly. “Y’can help me warm up m’fingers for the guitar.”

He spoke softly and calmly as he could, feeling the wetness twitch around him from overstimulation. He kept this slow as he could, knowing that he didn’t want to end things just yet. His dazed eyes tried to memorise every detail he could; hooking up with a groupie meant the chance of never seeing them again, his movements on my clit picking up too; he was desperate to bring me pleasure, he needed this just as much as I did, which was saying a lot.

I weakly tried to keep my head up, watching his face attentively, he looked completely dishevelled with need; something about this was driving him crazy but all I could focus on was how good he felt.

He started kissing my neck again before deciding to ask a question he knew I probably wouldn’t answer otherwise. “Why ain’t you got’a boyfr’nd?” He grunted over my limp body, feeling himself hit the deepest parts and watching me react to it. My vision would go white and I’d jerk into the feeling.

“Don’t want one. Only want you.” I spoke matter-of-factly despite my dazed demeanour.

“Fuck, Y/n, Don’t say that.” He choked. “Wan’ keep you all f’myself.”

I groaned, pressing myself closer against his body. His arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me to stand upright and my arms reached around to touch him the best I could, though his hand stayed glued to the pussy that he’d grown infatuated with.

“Y’re gonna be thinkin’ about this for a long time, yeah?” He breathed. “Gonna think about m’cock fuckin’ into y’cunt?”

“Hobie—”

“I feel y’gettin’ close again. God, want y’so fuckin’ bad.”

His hand took a faster pace than what it previously was, rubbing hard and fast circles into my clit, wanting to feel me be undone on him when he cums.

“Better than I could’ve imagined.” I panted in admission.

“Y’re.. ‘M right there.” He moaned. “Y’so hot, makin’ me s’hard. Gonna make m’cum.”

There was nothing I could do to respond besides lewdly take what he was giving me, nodding weakly and trying to watch the view in front of me. He looked so beautifully debauched, and feeling his ragged breathing against my spine was something I didn’t know I needed to feel, something I unknowingly longed for.

“Mhm, y’can stay wit’ us.” He nodded, as if what he was rambling made any sense. “Bring you along, keep you f’shows. Darlin’, you’d be my perfect li’l groupie..”

His pussy-whipped drunk ramblings sounded like a love confession as he neared his release, knowing he didn’t want it to be over so soon but desperately wanting to feel the warm, tensing tightness around him as he filled me as much as he could.

“I want you, I want you.” I nodded back, too cock-drunk to care. 

“Cum f’me, y/n, cum with me, need— Oh fuckin’ shit.”

He groaned as he felt the clenching of my walls around his hard cock, desperately wanting to take him for all he’s got. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me is the only phrase that repeated in my head as I felt the twitching and nearing signs.

“Give it to me, please, give it to me.” I pleaded through orgasm.

His body shook with want and he forced his eyes to stay open, needing to watch this unfold before him in a weak attempt to convince himself that it was real. Keenly watching the way my face contorted as I came on him, my eyes barely open enough to see the way his face mirrored mine. He let out small pants and whines, before his hips pushed deeply, his hips stuttering weakly as he filled me with his cum.

I felt the warm liquid between my legs, throwing my head back and sighing as I tried to relax from the high. Beautiful afterglow; beautiful boy. He collapsed forward slightly, holding me in place but using one arm to support us.

“It’s a really nice tour bus. Don’t even need y’own bed, just sleep in mine.” He continued in a whisper, pressing a soft kiss into the sticky flesh of my neck, nuzzling the hair away.

We stood for a moment before he pulled a chair from the side of the dressing table, slowly sitting us on it and keeping the position, his arms wrapped around me tightly like he never planned to let go.

I squirmed at the feeling. “Mhm.. Y’think?” I laughed softly; not taking him close to serious.

His eyes were heavy and he continued to look at us in the mirror, an unreadable expression as he buried his head behind my shoulder, his eyes barely poking above the flesh for him to admire the view. “I’m serious.” He mumbled awkwardly before going to a complete whisper. “Stay?”

[delusionisaplace]

Quotes for the opposites attract kind of pairing ? Maybe like the upbeat, energetic and spontaneous character x the moody, serious, do things by the book and likes quiet character ?

i kinda already did smth like this (link here) butttttt i had a couple of ideas for the first one that i didn’t use, so im gonna do this again :)

𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩: 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙙𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙥𝙩.2

have fun with these :) | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible | tag me if you use any bc i love seeing what you guys write :))

“Ah, there you are. I was beginning to wonder why it was so peaceful.”

“Isn’t it so beautiful today?” “…it’s raining?”

“Let’s go do something, anything!” “It’s 3 in the morning…”

“I like being alone, but everything feels so lonely whenever you’re not around.”

“If you like it, then I like it.”

“Why do you keep smiling at me?” “Because you look like you need it.”

“You never seem to worry about anything.” “Well, there’s no point in worrying if you’re here, right?”

“You’re the brightest star in my night sky." “I'm just being myself."

“I bought you this little plant; it reminded me of you." “Thanks. I'll try not to kill it.”

“Did you see that dog? It was so adorable!” “I guess it was cute, in an ugly type of way."

“I saw this new ice cream place just down the block—we have to try it!” “I don't really like sweets... but sure, I guess.”

“I made us breakfast!” “You didn't have to do that, but... thank you.”

“I love your playlists. They're so unexpected, if that makes sense.” “They're just songs, nothing special.”

“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” “I didn’t really have any plans so if you want to, we can.”

“You're always so helpful.” “It's not a big deal, I just…do whatever I can to make you happy.”

“I saw your favorite book on sale and thought of you.” “You remembered... thank you.”

“God, somehow you always know the right thing to say to make me smile.”

“We might not have anything common, but still…I’m lucky to have you.”

and sorry it took me like 2 months to get to this 😭 that’s my bad

[wakanai]

when I tell you I tried looking for videos-

ayt here's some links TT

okay this may/may not be inaccurate to my memory BUT just in case, ill explain why hehe

so from my understanding, SCP 682 is

an unkillable lizard

very smart but cannot be killed. the scientists are trying to kill him but they cant. SCP 682 lives in constant suffering because they put him in a container where he's in pain

and every time he breaks out of the container, he kills people

its said he kills anything and everything

but there was this one time, a little girl was put beside him

and he didn't kill the little girl but was actually really chill and even protective of her

so it kind of shows that scp 682 isn't a completely heartless monster and i get the vibes that he just wants to chill and go back to his own place without suffering from humans

anyways, I THINK this reminded me of you in a way cause

a. unkillable lmao

b. smart. cunning. can be manipulative.

c. but can also be really chill. like yk, he just wants to be free, my guy TT

d. can be kind too and would prob be really decent if the scientists didnt constantly attack him lmao

e. i get the vibes that scp 682 is just attacking out of self defense/aggression and wouldnt actively try to harm ppl if ppl just didnt go near him/try to capture him every single time

-- not sure how this relates to you tho sdjia but uh free scp 682 lore i guess TT

also lmao you're a mori kinnie thats so cool haha

when i saw your red flags, i was like UHMM-

but yk everyone has their toxic traits

and im glad you became a lot calmer too like ☺️💅

(don't mind me, I just remember that one post where your friend was like 'oh wow congrats for staying calm!' and gave you 1,000 pesos. cause honestly that was such a slay)

as someone with a mom and best friend who have anger issues and manipulative tendencies (TENDENCIES btw. its not a toxic relationship dw) -- i can..idk i can kind of see you better now. (IDK HOW TO SAY IT PROPERLY HELP TT)

cause like the first time, when you posted about being a mori kinnie and stuff, i was like 'omy this person is scary' --but the more i got to see stuff, the more i was like 'oh...this person is kind of...a normal person too' LMAO. EIFRHEJG help 😂😭

but yeahh TT TT

hehehe ughhh TT

anywy have a good day

xoxo

(ps the first time i saw your rant posts i kind of got mad because of what happened to you)

(i have this thing where i talk for too long im sorry TT.

TW: don't continue reading if you dont want to be reminded of some bad things in the past/if ur trying to move on already)..

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okay so like. the post that made me mad was when ur dad and his gf were fighting because the gf said your dad cares about you more than the dog.

that genuinely made me mad cause like

"BITCH, obv he cares more about his child. Thats HIS child TT. why would you expect a guy to care more for a dog than his own child like- TT TT. bruh be fr." ofjaijfe (please excuse my harmful language btw TT)

and the thing w the teddy too. hays. anyways.

im glad you got through it and continued living and slaying hehe. lezzgo man <33

plus points to ur dad btw, he seems rlly cool <3

(and yes, I read personal posts sometimes TT. it appears on my feed sometimes. tumblr may seem like screaming into the void but people can see it. like even if ur posts have 0 notes, that doesn't mean no one's read it <<< jus saying in case you'd rather not have people read your personal life huhu TT. please lmk if anything i say makes uncomfortable, im dense as a brick sometimes cause im an oda kinnie /j. ) but yeah TT. jus lmk if anything i say bothers u, ayt?

yirrr

ok i think im done now.

stay hydrated and have a good day ig TT

and dont forget to listen to 'love my body' by hwasa! (shameless recco. cause that song is currently in my head) <333

anyways yeah

xoxo

and have a good day

mwa

(ppl sometimes think im weird unique ✨ because i do things that aren't 'normal'

idk if doing this is normal but like, just know that i did this because i felt like it TT. so there we go. yeah. haha. hope u dont think im weird or creepy TT

and lmk if you do so i can back off lol.

ok thats it good day mwa mwa )

A friend told me I would be a SCP because no matter what I eat or what disease I have I'm always alive and I don't know how to make him believe I'm not one 😔

[siameanee]

Hi love!

I wasn't sure if you were accepting requests, so if you aren't, just ignore this!

Would you please be able to write a Hobie x Fem!Reader (established relationship) oneshot where Reader has anger issues? Like she tries to suppress/control them but ends up having to back away before she pretty much explodes at the smallest things - she always feels guilty/embarrassed once she's calmed down.

Hobie's used to it and notices the signs of her getting angry/irritated and is able to not make a scene and casually takes her somewhere else for her to relieve stress and/or calm down.

Thank you!! Hope you have a great day/night!

firecracker 🧨 hobie brown x fem!reader oneshot

hehelloooo ... 🙃 maybe this is the last thing ill write maybe it isnt 🗣️

also not proofread soooorrrryyyy (im not really) 👎

wc: idk.. imlazylololol one day

tags or desc or whatevr: fluff, reader has anger issues, hobie luvs reader, hobie x fem!reader, hobie x reader, hobie fluff, oneshot, theyre so cute in here

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hobie had made reservations for this one restaurant you wanted to go to so badly, and you couldn't contain your excitement when you looked at the reservations he'd sent you.

bee 💕

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Table for 2

8:00 PM

you jumped up as you hopped in the shower once more, freshening up and applying your most expensive makeup on your pretty face, seeing your phone light up again with a call from "bee 💕". 

"hobie?" you speak into the mic, holding it on your shoulder as you cautiously apply your mascara. 

"hey baby, you see wha' i sent you?" hobie speaks from the speaker of your phone, audio crackling a bit.

you cheesily grinned at the phone as if he could see you. "yeah! i'm actually getting ready right now." you perked up.

"okay luv, pickin' you up in jus' a minute." you hear hobie once more before the hang-up sound rung through your phone.

you slipped into your prettiest dress and some flattering heels, walking out and seeing hobie clad in a suit, leaning against his shiny black car. he reaches for the door upon seeing you and gives you a bright smile as he opens it for you. 

"my lady's first." he says, grinning. he hated labels, he hated consistency, but you were his girl. "lookin' so beautiful, baby," he adds, sliding into the drivers seat.

"not too bad yourself hobie," you say, giggling.

the drive to the restaurant wasn't monotonous at all, hobie had allowed you to play your music -- although he'd rather play his usual music -- making the short drive peaceful. he stepped out of the car first, running to your side and opening the door for you. 

the restaurant was gorgeous, lined in fairy lights with outdoor seating and a gorgeous indoor velvet carpet. you pushed into the door, smoothing out your dress and heard hobie talking to the server, before he gently took your hand in his and led you to the table the server was walking to. 

you struggled to hear anything the server was saying because of how mesmerized you were of the restaurant, but when the server put a menu in front of you and left, you snapped back to reality, chatting back and forth with hobie until you both finally settled on the filet mignon. 

as you ordered and the servers brought back your meals, hobies portion seemed to be... larger? you looked at your plate and back at hobies as he raised his eyebrow at you, taking a bite. it was definitely larger. you thought, eyebrows furrowing as you wordlessly pointed to your two plates. "hobie... they made mine smaller." you said, blinking. 

"oh, then jus' take mine luv," hobie said, pushing his plate towards yours, but you rejected it with an alternate push. 

"no, i want the chef, bee." you said, waving down the server and asking for the chef in between a tight jaw. when the chef came out, he denied all (clearly correct) accusations made against him, and you began to stop hearing his explanation and your face became more and more expressive of your bubbling anger that you're trying to put a lid on.

hobie knew what was going to happen all to well, and he seemed to smile at the chef and nod, writing down a couple things on the bill the chef hands him and placing a couple bucks on the table from his wallet before swooping you up and taking you out of the restaurant into the car. 

in the car, hobie peppered your forehead with kisses and wiped the tears that poured out of your eyes. "'m so sorry, bee..." was your never-ending chant between downturned lips. "ruined our night out..." you added.

but hobie deterred it with a "no you didn't luv, don' be sorry." every time. you looked up at him with puffy eyes, and he kissed the lines your tears made on your cheeks.

"always lookin' so pretty, luv." he mumbled all lovesick-ly, holding your left hand with his right as he drove back home. you couldn't stop stupidly smiling as you looked out the window, seeing the fairy lights of the restaurant slowly disappear.

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authors note:

i have a hunch hobie actually cant drive lolololo

idk... i have a bad habit of writing 2 much im sorry 😭😭

hobiesocute.............

i 💕 writing fluff

[theelderhazelnut]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @aceghosts @nightbloodbix @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn <3

I’m one hour late lol. Okay so this is what I have written so far for the first chapter of “Rise of Villains: The Shadow”. Atoosa (Ombra) has lost everything, and she meets Raiden for the first time. (Güney is a minor character)

Also, this is not proofread!

I had never truly felt it until that night when I was sitting beside the road. I had never wished to be anyone else, even that middle-aged man making tea for his customers, but this lost little girl. What did people do when their parents are suddenly killed in an airpalne shot by two rockets, and when they were suddenly left with nothing but an old luggage?

I stared at my fingers, trying so hard not to bury my face in them because then my life would magically go deeper into this abyss. What was I supposed to do really? A psychiatry student in a foreign country who had lost her financial support last week and her rented apartment this morning.

I went into my pocket to check the time, but remembered that my phone had just died. I took a deep breath to protect my sanity for just a few more seconds until I arrive at the restaurant, the temporary workplace I opt because I wanted to be this independent woman. The money it provided me for working there part-time would never heal any scars, but it was better that nothing. But now it was everything I had left.

I pushed glass door open after walking for fifteen minutes, and dragged my luggage behind me. There were only two couples left out of all the customers. Güney, the cashier, looked at me up and down.

“Where are you going?” He continued chewing his gum while his dark eyes were begging to be shut.

“Can I stay the night?” It was weird to hear my own voice after hours of silence in the pavement. Also when I was trying to hide the pleading tone shaking my voice.

“Uuum-yeah you can sleep in the kitchen, but why? Are you okay?” He raised his eyebrows in concern.

Güney was never the friendliest collaege to me, and I definitely did not need his sympathy right then.

“I-my landlord kicked me out I’ll just stay one night I promise I’ll fix everything and-“

“What do you mean he kicked you out?!”

“Because I didn’t pay the rent.” Even talking about what happened this morning made me feel ill and dizzy. I shook my head and walked up to the kitchen.

“You could stay at my place.” He offered in a low, cautious tone, standing awkwardly in the doorframe. Trusting a stranger I see almost everyday? Nope. Never.

I stared at him dead in the eyes. “I’m good. Thank you.”

He creeped out of the dark room with measured steps. And I was, once again, left alone. I sat on the counter for the next couple of minutes, staring at the distance while the fridge continuously beezed in my ears. I would lie if I claimed that I wasn’t scared to be all alone in a restaurant at midnight. Surely, the doors were locked, but my mind was a bastard who enjoyed visualizing diverse scenarios of a psychopath suddenly breaking in. Fortunately, the knives and axes were at reach, hanging gravely from the rank.

I tightened my grip around the edge of the counter. I could hear the already ruined house of my life collapsing into the deep abyss of misery. I would turn into a poor girl drowning in povert while she carries her dead dreams on her hunched shoulders. I would be useless. I would fail.

A vague, booming sound from afar rang in my ears. I found myself totally frozen when I only moved my eyeballs towards the door. I greeted my teeth as though it would magically create a shield for me. The sound was heard again; now three times in a row like knocking. I held my breath to hear every single noise resembling footsteps.

Knocking again. In utter silence, I picked one of the huge knives, and [walking silently] out of the kitchen. White knuckling the handle, my nails were penetrating my sweaty palm.

Before I knew it, a thunder striked just a few meters away. My eyes went blind and my ears went deaf for a brief moment, my heart skipping a beat. I stumbled, but maintained my balance by holding onto one of the tables. Gathering my mind, I aimed the tip of the knife to where it just exploded. But to my shock, evrything was in its place. Not even a single crack could be seen on the windows.

Instead, there stood a tall, masculine figure. Due to darkness I could only see the blackness of his robe and a triangle on his head. Two balls of blue light were shining intensely where his eyes supposed to be. Even though he seemed to be totally alright, tiny fractions of electricity lit up his fists, and occasionally connected the edge of that triangle to his neck.

My lungs begged to empty themselves, but even a small noise was deadly threatening. Was he an alien?

“Atoosa Aryan?” He called.

My heart dropped down to my belly. My thoughts stuck in a tight knot, and so did my tongue.

“I am Raiden, the god of thunder.” He lifted his gloved hand. “There is no need to be afraid. My mere intention is to save you.”

A few minutes later, I found myself sitting before him on one the tables.

“Do we know each other?” I mumbled weakly, afraid that if I blinked for a second, he would rip my throat out.

“I am certain that you have never heard of me untill this moment.” There was a soothing hint of patience in his nonchalant tone. “However, I have heard about you many times in the past two decades. I am well aware of your iron-bending power, Miss. Aryan.”

My heart skipped a beat. He knew too much about me, even the tiniest bit of control I have over iron which I had concealed even from myself. Was he really a god? No, it would be too stupid of me to believe him. He was probably a very professional thief who had taken his job a bit too seriously. What did he want to steal from me though? I had nothing.

He continued. “I am here to offer you a place among the defenders of the realm.”

If he wasn’t a well-trained thief, the he was definitely a psychopath. But that didn’t make sense considering how everything about him seemed too real.

In the next half an hour he took his time to explain about how those defenders defend our realm which he called Earthrealm. He was a god whose main responsibility was to protect this realm. And seemingly, one of his minor duties was to find miserable people like me - with supernatural powers - and train them to be fighters.

That was ridiculous. But a part of my heart begged my brain to believe it.

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[kdramaxoxo]

Sorry if you've been asked this a million times, but who are your favorite couples from the last couple years?

Congratulations Anon! This ask is AMAZING and I've never been asked it before! Shocking right?? :P

My favorite K-Drama Couples 2023- Spring 2024

NOTE: I tried to include 2022 but my list got too long :)

Moving (Bong-Seok & Hee-Soo, Joo-Won & Hye-Won & Doo-Shik & Mi-Hyun): It's very obvious by this list how much I love this drama and how many blorbo-from-my-shows it created for me. And I know I'm only reviewing couples, but I was blown away by this drama. I don't even LIKE superhero shows, but I made an exception for this one and I'm so glad I did. If you like character development and plays on good vs. evil, I highly rec this! Bong-Seok and Hee-Soo are one of my favorite couples EVER and I loved the softness and epic romance of Joo-Won & Hye-Won. (And we all know that scene at the rainy window with Bong-Seok and Hee-Soo). These couples are really EVERYTHING.

Tale of the Nine Tailed: 1938 (Lee-rang & Yeo-Hee): This is the only time I've ever watched a season two and liked it better than season one. It's probably because it featured my favorite tragic half fox Lee Rang and gave him a love line with a mermaid. The two are SO sweet together---SOB!

Tell me That You Love Me (Mo-Eun & Jin-Woo): Wow. Maybe one of the softest couples I've ever seen in existence. Just watching them together was like a warm blanket in front of a cozy fireplace. I didn't like the ending choice which is a shame, but the drama was super well done and I still think people should watch it. There is also a very cute high school couple too!

The Eighth Sense (Jae-Won & Ji Hyun): not to be dramatic (just kidding!) this is the best bl kdrama I've ever seen. Literally this is it! I don't even want to tell you about the couple because I want you to just watch it! I'm dying for the writer to make another one because we need more queer media like this one!

Crash Course In Romance (Haeng-Seon & Chi-Yeol): Give me a noona romance featuring a man who has not felt warmth in 1000 years (ok not literally but this dude needs to have a warm meal made by an amazing lady!) This drama fell apart at the end (this seems to be a theme this year) but the couple makes it worth watching.

King The Land (Gu-Won & Sa-Rang): If you're looking for a low stakes, totally fluffy, rom com with TONS of chemistry (featuring MY BIAS!), King the Land is for you. Amazing skinship, kisses and just like a really fun duo to watch. Plot? Not so much but there are a billion good moments-- just look at the tags: They are full of cuteness.

Love After Divorce Season 4 (Benita & Jerome): Listen, I know I'm cheating by putting a reality tv show on this list but if you're in the mood for one, I highly recommend this season (it's on Netflix). Benita and Jerome will steal your heart and they are still together! I'm rooting for them. <3

See you in my 19th Life (Ji-Eum & Seo-Ha, Da-Hoon & Cho-Won): My bias Shin Hye Sun kills it in this drama featuring past life romance. Honestly it's not fair because this drama is totally my vibe so I'm obviously going to love the mains. But when a drama gives you more than one love line and they are both interesting and lovely?? Chef's Kiss!

Dr. Slump (Jeong-Woo & Ha-Neul): This drama TOTALLY fell apart at the end and left us all very disappointed, but that's not because our leads weren't a perfect couple! They bonded over mental illness and even took their meds together. Communication: check. Comfort/Healing: check. Chemistry: check!

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract (Yun-Woo & Tae-Ha). You probably don't know this but I've been following Bae In Hyuk's career since we was in silly little web dramas. Seeing him as a lead is really wild! To be fair, he's not nearly the actor that Lee Se Young is, but do we care about that when there's a time slip romance drama featuring a historical lady who's been thrown into the future and has to fake marry someone who looks just like her de*d husband for reasons??

Thank you so much for this ask - it was super fun!! Maybe I should do 2022 next?? :D

[imtooscaredforthis]

So Two Murderers Walk Into A Room…

Chapter Three: The Truth Isn’t So Bad

Mentions of: Murder, Homicidal Thoughts, Knives, Homicidal Tendencies, Mental Illness, etc.

A/N: I was super sleepy while editing this so please forgive grammar/spelling errors

Tags: @vandeaad @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @stwbwwychan @mama-miya

He was right. You hate to admit when you’re wrong, but boy were you wrong. You truly are in some sort of fucked up dimension. And that entity thing, you saw it. After you sacrificed all those survivors. It was real.

In some strange way, you felt connected to it. Like it was controlling you. You shouldn’t want to be controlled. You never want to be controlled. But you like how you feel.

You get that familiar blissful feeling whenever you kill, but multiplied by ten. Right now, you feel amazing, the buzz and adrenaline running through your veins. You feel better than you’ve felt in a long time. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind doing this for eternity.

“Boo.” A voice suddenly whispered in your ear, making you shriek and turn on your heel, waving your knife around. A gloved hand caught your wrist, stopping you before you could do any damage.

It was that masked freak from before. He chuckled to himself lowly, and you could feel the smugness emanating from him. “Seems like I caught you red-handed, Sweetheart. You finally ready to confess?”

And just like that, your mood soured. Sweetheart. Who does this condescending prick think he is?

“Don’t call me that.” You hissed poisonously. “And I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“You don’t, but I’m sure I can get it out of you. You do have quite a bit of blood on you after all. Cute. So how many did you get? Two? Three?” He examined the knife in your hand, before releasing your wrist.

“Four, actually.” You corrected him, doing your best to stop your smile as you felt some sadistic pride grow in your chest. What are you doing? Why are you trying to please him?

“Ooooh, four. You got them all?” He asked. “Yeah, not like it was hard or anything. I was a district champion in track in High school, and I did gymnastics in college. So I have some extra skill when it comes to the hunt.”

You can’t help but find yourself getting sucked into this conversation with him. No one’s ever talked to you about murder before. It’s such a taboo subject, and yet, you’re here, talking to this man and treating it so casually. It’s so…freeing.

“See? Isn’t it nice being able to be yourself? Your true self? I knew you’d admit it eventually.” He remarked.

“Okay, you might’ve been right about some things, but not everything. Who are you, anyway?” You asked, realizing he never told you his name.

“Mmm, I go by a lot of things, but most people know me as Ghostface.” He said.

You repeated the name to yourself, before giggling. “You’re so weird.”

“Laugh all you want, but that name terrified anyone who heard it, especially those who read my name in the paper. The stories of what I did kept countless up at night, and I would’ve scared you too.” He stated in an irritated, almost threatening tone.

“Oh really?” You challenged him. “Yep. I’d have you changing your locks and everything. Maybe I’d even get you to move.”

“Well, you’re wrong, Ghostface. Because I’m not a pussy. I’m not scared of anything.” You replied, gesturing at him with your knife in hand, a big grin on your face.

He was oddly quiet for a moment and stood as still as a statue. Still, you could feel his eyes following your movement. Then, he spoke. “I have a feeling you and I are going to be good friends.”

Huh? Just when you thought you got under his skin, when you thought you finally deflated his huge ego, he bounced back immediately. Seems like you can’t push his buttons like he can push yours.

“Now, there’s lots for us to do. I need to show you around to the other realms and have you meet the other killers. That’ll be fun.” He remarked.

“Other killers?” You repeated. “Yeah, you didn’t think it was just us, did you? Now c’mon, let’s go.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the woods.

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It didn’t take long, just a little more walking before finding the other killers. There were around eleven, all grouped up together, waiting for another trial, you assumed. Many had more monster-like features, but others appeared to be human.

You weren’t afraid, but you were intimidated, and curious. Why did they look the way they did? Did they always look like that? Or did something change them? Do you look like that?

It’s been a while since you looked in a mirror, but you don’t think you do. You hope you don’t. One of the few things you pride yourself on is your looks. You’re beautiful. You know you are.

Not only is it nice to be pretty, but it’s good for sex, and it’s also easier to lure in your prey. That’s how you’ve killed and gotten away with your murders.

“Hey guys, welcome our newbie, _______! Isn’t she just the cutest?” He pushed you against him, before reaching up and squeezing your cheeks. Glaring at him, you smacked his hand away, slipping out of his grip.

Feeling all the attention on you, you glanced at the group, suddenly feeling shy. “Uh, hi.”

It’s strange, being around people and creatures that all now know your secret, even though you’ve spent your whole life hiding it. It’s even weirder knowing that they’re just like you.

Well, not just like you, but they obviously have to have some involvement with killing to be there.

“Well, hello there.” A lilac-haired man purred. He approached you quickly, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. You blinked at him, processing his actions.

Okay, now some guy dressed in what seems like a ringmaster’s outfit is hitting on you. Not that you minded. He was quite good looking after all, with a pretty face, and a toned upper body. Great abs too.

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m-”

“Fuck off, Trickster. She’s mine.” Ghostface interrupted, shoving him away. He said something to him, you weren’t sure what because it was in another language, but whatever it was didn’t sound nice.

You opened your mouth to object to Ghostface’s statement, but the next thing you knew he was ushering you away from the killers. “You’ll get to know them later. Let me show you around.”

[stxrmylxve]

Hi, I came across your blog while I was checking out fics with the Kazutora tag, and I read a few of your works, and LOVED them! I'm still new to TR, but so far from what I've seen of Kazutora, you really capture him well!

I was wondering if you'd be open to writing something along the lines of Kazutora having a date over for a movie, but he seems like he's trying to keep distance between himself and said date, even to the point that he's left space between them so their legs won't touch. But his date has known him for years, even before he was locked away for 10 years, and really wants tk be close to him, so they scoot closer and lean their head against his shoulder, resting one of their hands on his arm. I'd love to know how you think he would react! I'd be fine with this being either a headcanon or a one-shot, honestly! It's just been on my mind since Tora brainrot settled I'm. 😅 I also wonder how his past self would have reacted, but whether that is written too or not is totally up to you if you do decide to take on this request, since I know he was like...15 during the 2005 timeline.

Regardless of what you decide, I love your work! ❤️

A/N: ahh thank you bb! I’m honored, I don’t get many of these compliments on here and it always brightens my day :) And I don’t mind doing both timelines, enjoy!

Pairing: kazutora x gn!reader

Notes: kinda slight spoilers (of his timeline), tw mentions of panic attack (kazutora), mostly just fluff and comfort

2005-2007 timeline:

“Was juvie harsh?” you ask, the movie almost sounding mute as kazutora looked over at you with wide eyes.

“.. How so?” he counters

“Well, I don’t know. You seem more.. distant.” your eyes wander back to the tv, momentarily taking in the scene before turning back to kazutora to speak once again.

“It’s because I am. Something horrible happened, you can’t just forget things like murder, y/n.” he says a matter of fact, not even sugar coating the unspeakable acts he had committed, regardless of whether he wanted to admit he did or to blame it on someone else again.

A small laugh slipped past your lips as you scooted across the couch and rested your head on his shoulder, taking him by surprise as he peered down at you between his golden locks.

“True, but in some ways, you have become a better man.” you say as your hands rests near his, looking over the many scars scattered along his hands and wrists like ornaments.

“You really think so?” he asks after a while, hesitantly taking your hand into his for the first time in ages.

“Yeah.” you say with a small smile.

2017 (i think) timeline:

The tv’s light flickered in the dark as an awkward kissing scene came on again, making both you y’all cringe and to look other places. Your eyes landed on Kazutora’s slim figure, frowning at the large gap in between you and him.

“How was work?” you ask, trying to pull anything for a small talk as he turned to face you with his golden yet curious eyes.

“Fine, busy.” he replies, his response matching perfectly with the tired eyebags hugging the bottom of his eyes and his slightly slumped-over figure.

Your head tilted sideways slightly as you studied his face. You shruged to yourself before moving over towards him, catching his attention as now he was cornered with you extremely close.

“I don’t have an illness Kazu, loosen up.” you joke, a small laugh escaping your lips as he averted his eyes elsewhere in the room.

“Still hung up on the past, I see.” you sigh as he looks at you again, catching a small dissatisfied glare from you as he too sighed.

“I’m not any different than I was 10 years ago, y/n.” is all he says as he gazes out the window, his eyes not settling on anything in particular just looking away from your eyes that stared him down with that typical mom-look.

“You are. Juvie and everything else aged you well, kazu.” you say hopefully, patting his shoulder as he turned to meet your gaze, small tears forming in his eyes unexpectedly.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Please. Just… move.” he says, almost pleads, as he tries to scoot away himself. Your hands quickly found his as you looked into his eyes with full warmth.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re not hurting me. You didn’t know, remember?” your smile lightened the darkness in him as your gentleness flooded his senses, forcing him to nod as his mind began to slow down again.

Your hand found his and intertwined, a small squeeze coming from your hand to show him that you were actually there for him, a small smile forming on his face. Yeah, you were a keeper.

[atiianeishaunted]

something i threw together before i go on vacation to give some incentive for people to get into this dumbass au thing i got goin on, the premise sounds insane but once you let go of any common sense its pretty chill over here . i swear !!!! ignore how i type liek a 13 year old on deviant art btw im cringe but free.....

some funfacts to make this ,. worth reading plus to give context:

this started because one of my ex best friends was REALLY into danganronpa and we were rp partners for a hot minute and liek . i ended up having a dream that kazuichi souda and keith kogane went to the mall together, told them about it n we were liek "hah thats funny" n then the danganronpa au was born even though i wasnt even into it at the time (became a major hyperfix and still is :'/)

the reapers canonically do fall within different age groups, all have unique deaths which play into their designs somewhat, uhh liek sheepdog got drowned and he has a lot of blue in his design, rein froze to death and also. is blue.,,,, a surprising amt of blue in these bitches ?.

sheepdog is a fan favorite and also alot of his fans turn out to be some flavor of freak and not in the funpilled way :( .. SIGH

when i mention fan favorites n fandom i mean on pixilart dot com i am .. heh a bit of a celebrity /j [i only have 5k] [ive been on there for liek 7 years atp

theres a whole prequel to the reaper project that follows an artifical god, and also theres technically 3 fake nations i made for this but like 1 of them is a pangea of the other two, also fake religions n cultures YIPPEEE

the reaper concept started with morse because i texted my friend red at liek 2am or smth n was liek "keith kogane corpse theory" and then i was liek "that sounds kind of epic" n now we are here ,,,,

one of my MAJOR dreams is to like see people with reaproj layouts, i make custom art for it n everything so if you end up getting into this request ur fav ill do it man

feel free to ask me questions or what have you, glad to answer, in fact begging for people to get into this i want friends !!!!!!!! and silly people in my phone!!!!!!! also this has been ongoing for liek 5+ years atp ,,,, unfortunately my special interest i fear but like s so epic i SWEARR, theres a lil smth for everyone, theres probably a reaper for your fandom, maybe, hence, the fandom tags, tried to tag every reaper's source media

^ do you see how many bitches there is in here!!!!!!!!! look at that!!

^ heres a further wip el oh el look theres morse and keith kogane normalpilled version, youve seen those two ! i think! sorry in advance if u were jus lookin for cool fanart n stumbled upon this but what is up, im lee,, i make cool art sometimes, known to haunt pinterest with a certain version of shep

anyway if u read all this ily hello! ur free to comment wtf or whatever, i encourage you to express whatever feelings of bafflement you may have, kissing u on the forehead

[enby-summoner]

long time no speak, (ive jus been lurking in the tag the whole time ive seen yall) how yall doin,-

im tryin to get over art block (as always OTL) so do any of yall have any art requests?

most likely simple things, and itll either b a traditional or mobile drawin, which, historically for me, are shit,-

(i might even continue my boys in dresses as long as mobile drawin doesnt annoy me to hell and back long enough-)

also, this aint really an ask blog but if u wanted to ask my summoner questions ill try to answer them wi art,-

[whimsy-goes-insane]

@idkanna-more @i-cant-send-vids-help WHICH DO I TAG?!:? theres two argies now… LIKE THE MAGMA THING HAFAHGSHSGD

BUT HI!!! GOODMORNING!!! Wait i should probably say goodmorning in dms BUT GOODMORNING ANYWAY :DD I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL AND ATE BREAKFAST ALREADY!!! ILL ASK HOW U SLEPT IN DMS ^_^

yesterday the thing with grandparents went well, we went to a mall together but I got exhausted at the end and fell asleep 😔😔 BUT

BUT!!!

THE MALL HAS A FEW DIFFERENT ASIAN STORES, THEY USUALLY SELL CUTE JAPANESE AND KOREAN THINGS!!! they ALWAYS have BTS stuff man, i never really payed attention because I dont listen to them, but now i kinda link you to them FSHSHHSHS

SORRY IF I GOT YOUR FAVORITE WRONG, but it was Jungkook, right?? THEY HAD A KEYCHAIN OF HIS LIL MASCOT GUY

i love the little BT21 characters so much, they’re SO CUTE ToT my favorite is probably the puppy with the sunglasses. Hmmmm… i wonder whyyy… 🤨 /J (THE GLASSES… AND ALSO IT JUS LOOKS SILLY)

Another store I went to was just for little figurines!! It’s called Popmart, I’m pretty sure it’s Chinese! They just sell all those lines of cute figures and stuff <3 and they have a bunch of disney ones too!!!

AND SURPRISINGLY ONE OF THEM HAD BELLE AS THE COVER???

DUDE LOOK AT THEM, THE FIGURES WERE ACTUALLY SO CUTE AND HAD A FEW BELLE ONES!!!!

sorry for all the pictures eueueue but i got reminded of u a ton there 😔😔 these stores are going to make me go broke one day

[delusionisaplace]

25 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 “𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪…”

jus a drabble | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

“You shouldn’t.”

“I wish I felt the same.”

“Why?”

“You sure?”

“Obsession isn’t the same as love.”

“But I don’t.”

“All I feel for you is hate.”

“Is this a joke?”

“You’re a bad liar, you know.”

“What took you so long to say it?”

“Is it that easy for you to say?”

“Say it again, just to be sure.”

“I never thought you would ever say it back.”

“Words can’t describe how I feel about you.”

“Do you really mean it?”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“Can we really make this work?”

“You have a strange way of showing it.”

“Even if you say it, you don’t mean it.”

“Is this real?”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“You’ve never said it before…”

“You’re everything I ever wanted.”

“I feel for you is more than love.”

“I love you too.”

this isn’t actually what i meant to post today, but for some reason, i haven’t even had the time to BREATHE, so i’ll post it next time i have a break 😭

[mirror-is-distured]

Take it slow

Whump month day 2, collapse

Aether/rain/mountian

Tags: hurt/comfort, mountian has Vasovagal syncope syndrome (projecting? Whos projecting?), fainting

@cirrus-ghoulette

Sfw. Cut for length

"Come on! Catch up, were not that fast pebble!" Aether taunted mountian, holding the potted fern above his head. Him and rain had taken two of mountians prized plants from the greenhouse for what they had dubbed a 'joy ride' which was just them running through the halls of the abbey, teasing mountian about not being able to catch them.

"Fuck you both. Give me back my plants!" He screamed, lunging forward to tackle the smaller of the ghouls. Rain rounded the corner, just out of mountains reach. "You wish you could fuck me!!" He jeered, staring down at mountian, who was laying on the cold floor, scrambling to gather his feet underneath him. For whatever reason he couldn't seem to catch his breath, panting and clawing at the ground beneath him.

"Mount?" rain handed the pot of poppies off to aether, turning to step towards the struggling ghoul.

"I-im fine i just feel a little..." mountian fell face first, just barely saved from smashing his nose by rains hands.

"Shit, aether hes out again. Lets get him up to my room, its closer than the infirmary" rain reached around to pull the ghoul into his arms.

Mountian awoke in rains bed, the damp air filling his lungs with sea salt and lavender.

"Hey there big guy, how are ya feeling?" Mountain heard rains soft voice from somewhere beside him.

"Wah? What happened? Where am i?" Mountian sat up, looking around at the shades of blue around him muted by the sunlight billowing in through the tall window.

"Shh its ok bug, you're safe. You fainted in the hallway so i brought you up to my room. Aether went to grab you some juice"

Rain guided mountains head into his lap, gently pulling his fingers through the dark brown curls.

"Im really sorry for stealing your plants sweetheart. We had dew put them back in the greenhouse."

"S'ok.." mountian nuzzled against his thigh, flicking his tail behind him. "Jus dont do it again"

"I promise" rain leaned down to kiss his temple. Aether stepped though the doorway, holding a cup of orange juice and a.. sippy cup? "I uhh.. i didnt know if he would be able to hold a normal cup so i grabbed this one from the nursery.. just incase." He help out the cup, it was a pale shade of green, dotted with little mushrooms. Mountian grabbed it with a shakey hand, sitting up with his head against rains chest.

"Drink it, it will help" rain went back to petting mountians hair, gently massaging his scalp. The earth ghoul tried to bring the cup to his lips, but it fell onto the bed instead.

"Aaand thats why i gave you the sippy cup" aether giggled picking it up and handing it back to him. "Do you need me to hold it for you?"

Mountian nodded, grabbing aethers arm and pulling him down onto the edge of the bed. "You tell anyone about this and ill punch you" the growl comming from his chest was weak, but noticeable.

"Hey, calm down. Your safe, i wont tell anyone unless you say its ok. Now drink." Aether raised the cup to mountians lips. The ghoul took a small sip, he hadn't noticed how dry his mouth was.

"Good job hun, lets just take it slow for the rest of the day alright?" Rain kissed his forehead, running his fingers over the ridges of his horns. "Mmm.. i think thats a good idea"