#oh my GOD i'm obsessed

[gardenofearthlydelightss]

i'm ready to fight every single caitlyn hater with my bare hands. was her almost killing isha wrong? yes. but i know damn well that every single person put in that position would be in the exact same mindset. her mother had just been killed, her city was destroyed and everyone was looking to HER to solve everything and magically take up her moms position. Obviously when she saw the one person who caused her whole life to be destroyed she was going to go into autopilot and do everything she could to kill jinx.

[battlecriesandroses]

I LOVE MURDERBOT

[wlwanakin]

i think possibly my favorite anakinism and one i think about a rather unhealthy amount is his body language and how he almost always looks viscerally uncomfortable and vaguely like a child who is scared of getting slapped. even when he’s being confrontational he looks sooo defensive like wow girl you have never fully processed anything that’s happened to you and you will carry the weight of it forever

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee

[gayori-boi]

Gif of Gamz stimming, because I'm projecting very hard on him

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[peanutseagle]

sillies under the cut

[fun-esta]

[hey-hey-j]

sooooo I might've caved and designed some Broppy fan kids for fun.....

here's Petal and Sprout. Branch and Poppy's twins, the prince and princess of Pop.

(★ my Kofi) | (★ commission info)

[hyperdramas]

can't feel my face | vernon chwe

pairing: vernon chwe x reader

warnings: non-idol au, college au, college student frat boy vernon, college student reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, kissing, bits of romantic tension, slightly-drunk vernon x slightly-drunk reader, the two obviously like each other, vernon may possibly be out of character (vernon's hard to write okay)

now playing: can't feel my face (the weeknd)

Oh, how you hated Vernon Chwe.

Sure, he probably didn't know who you were or take time to even acknowledge your existence, but just seeing his face made you want to stomp your foot on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum.

He was perfect. Too perfect, you thought.

Even though he was a frat boy, and spent most of his time partying, skipping school, and seemingly changing his girlfriend every seven buisness days, he still had above-average grades, and participated in the college's extracurricular events. He was the valedictorian of the seniors, and was the college's star basketball player.

Damn him and his stupid smile, and his contagious laugh, and his deep brown eyes, and his pretty eyelashes⎯

Nevermind that.

What you were focused on was Vernon's eyes on you.

You could feel the piercing gaze of his dark brown eyes on yours as your friends and his friends commuted across the room. He hadn't stopped looking at you ever since you all finished dinner, and no matter who drew his attention away, he'd always glance at you for a few seconds before going back to what he was doing.

At first, it annoyed you, but now⎯now you found yourself wanting to meet his gaze.

What did he even want from you? Why was he looking at you so intently? You hated Vernon Chwe⎯you wanted nothing to do with him, and here he was, staring at you like there was something more.

"Vernon, you keep staring at her like you want her or something." One of your female friends joked, laughter spreading across the whole table as Vernon's friends giggled like schoolgirls. You tried to keep the reaction off your face, but your eyes widened on their own.

Vernon, on the other hand, was unbothered, leaning back in his chair as his eyes never left yours as he said "Maybe I do."

The whole table went into Ooohs after Vernon said those words, and you froze in place, feeling your whole world silently crash around you as you looked down at your empty glass of soju.

Of course, you were slightly tipsy⎯you were bad at holding your alcohol, but they had wine instead of soju, which got you drunk after just three shots of it.

All of this to say, you were drunk enough to not say anything overly detrimental to you and Vernon's already strained relationship, but not drunk enough to understand the weight of his words.

The dinner went on as usual, but it was obvious neither you or Vernon cared about the party anymore. As the whole crowd went to the living room to prepare to have a Mariokart tournament, you went outside, the chilly air helping you clear your cloudy mind as you sat by the lit up pool, comfortably chilling on a lounge chair as the moon rides the ripples of the pool water.

A few minutes later, the door slid again, and you looked back to see Vernon, trudging out in a black puffer jacket as his slightly tinted cheeks are illuminated by the fairy lights on the porch. He quietly sits down beside you, and looks to you again, that familliar yet annoying gaze meeting your eyes again.

"What do you want from me?" You ask⎯your voice is smaller, timider than usual, and you hate it. You've never been shy when it comes to Vernon. Unlike other female students, Vernon doesn't affect you.

At least, Vernon used to not affect you.

Vernon didn't reply for a while, quiet as the sounds of the wind running over the water and the fading laughter of your shared friend group inside blended together as one. After a while, he spoke.

"I don't know." Vernon's voice was always a shock to you⎯it was annoyingly monotone, but in a deeper range with a slight accent. All of your friends swore he lost his accent when he moved to Korea, but you could still hear it when he spoke English.

"Vernon, you⎯" You laugh, but it sounds more like a scoff coming out as you continue. "⎯You can't say "I don't know" to a question like that."

He falls quiet again, and you do to, sighing at the conflict of emotions in your head as you chew at your lip. The air stings your throat and nose, but you don't mind it. You'd think you would be uncomfortable with Vernon out here beside you, but it wasn't that bad at all.

"I think I want you."

You did a double take, turning to Vernon with wide eyes as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. He doesn't turn to face you for a while, finally meeting your gaze after a few minutes as he sighs.

"God, I want you." He says again, and you come closer to him, now just inches away from his warm body as you stare into his eyes. His eyelashes are long, something you've always been jealous of, and you swear you can ses flecks of green in them.

"Kiss me." You whisper, and for a second, you can't believe you even said those words. Vernon falls silent, pink, lithe lips parting as he takes your cheek in his soft fingers and brings his lips to yours.

The feeling is like sparks dancing on your skin, and you sigh heavily, shoulders deflating as Vernon's hand falls down to your waist. Vernon is soft as he kisses you, the blank faced facade he puts on crumbling as he breaks into a soft smile under you.

You're frozen in time: you've never seen Vernon like this before, quiet and soft. He's usually the life of the party, or always the popular one of the group. He's never withdrawn like he is now, simply doing what he feels and making you feel good either way.

He pulls away after a few more soft kisses, and his cheeks flare an even brighter red as yours do the same. After a few awkward moments of silence, both of you laugh, true happiness slipping in between you for the first time.

"I can't feel my face." You mumble, and Vernon breaks out into a wide smile while covering his mouth with his fist, the exact smile you've seen when he laughs at something his friends say. It makes your heart flutter as he comes down from the small high.

"That's interesting." He smiles, and you blush, wanting to say more before your friend interrupts you two.

"Interesting? Not even a "Oh no, are you okay?"" You tease, and Vernon smiles, clearing his throat.

"Oh no, are you okay?" He even feigns worry, defined eyebrows upturned and pretty eyes widened as he puts his hands on his cheeks.

You laugh out loud at his reaction until your sides hurt, and he chuckles at you, his face lighting up as he sees your smiles and giggles. After a few more laughs, you stop too, looking at Vernon as you smile.

"So, I, um⎯" You start, and Vernon just nods, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as he answers it with a "Yeah..."

You two didn't know what had just happened, but you knew it was good.

It was really, really good.

a/n: oh my god this was probably the most grueling fic i've ever posted. i spent about 1 hr on the banner to get it to fit tumblr's gif guidelines, and i rewrote this & almost changed plots about 3-5 times 😃 i will plan for the next vernon one i do because even though vernon's my ult....i'm so bad at writing him and writing for him 😭 anyways next WILL be dk garten of banban au!! okay byebye lyr nation ALSO ALSO masterlist will probably be coming soon!! we're stacking up on fics 🙏

taglist: comment if you want to be added!

[mars-ipan]

so we all saw @dr2-hell's updated bunnymaeda design right. because i sure as hell did

[flufflecat]

this is the most beautiful creature on earth and I will kill someone if it asks me to

[whywoulditho]

the thing about that one scene where caitlyn and vi fight is that caitlyn doesn't meet vi's eye the entire time. go back and watch that scene again, look closely at their body language. "you stopped me." caitlyn says, her eyes are shut tightly, she hears vi's gauntlets drop on the floor. "i had the shot." her voice is confused and desperate, she's facing the wall. "that was a kid. what if you missed?" vi asks in equal confusion. cait turns to her in fervor, "i wasn't going to miss," her voice is louder, firmer, she's ready to face vi— except she isn't, because even though she turned her way, she's still just looking at the ground. her anger is a façade even to herself. she wants so badly to pretend she wants blood. "i keep telling myself you're different but you're not." she says to vi —with as much poison in her voice as she can muster— but she's still avoiding her gaze. so afraid of her resolve breaking at the sight of her eyes. cait's pupils tremble as she says this, as if looking for something to fix her gaze on, just so she doesn't have to face vi. she steps past vi when she can't find anything in the empty hall, she turns back ever so slightly to say "it's her blood in your veins." the words feel wrong in her mouth as she utters them, she ignores it, she has to prove to herself that she's brave enough, that she can push through. but she still can't look at vi in the goddamn eye. she tries to get away, reaching for the ladder. flight, she's bitterly aware. but vi catches her by the arm and she's stopped in her tracks, grabbing the steel of the ladder with one hand, the other clutching to her gun like a lifeline. "then why are you the one acting like her?" vi yells. her. Jinx is haunting their every thought like a curse. the murderer of her mother. sister of her love. she wants to hate her so badly. she hates her, she has to. vi's grab of her arm loosens as caitlyn struggles to catch her breath. she can't look back, she can't meet her eye, but she can feel vi's unwavering gaze on her neck. she's so open, so willing to give her everything she's scared to admit she wants. vi is leaning closer, tilting her head to see cait where her face is covered behind her hair. cait's breaths start to even for a moment, and vi's eyes relax and soften. that's when caitlyn draws her arm out and hits vi in the stomach with the back of her gun. vi grunts, topples over so easily. she hadn't seen it coming. cait finally looks back and her face is confused, surprised, when did vi start lowering her guard down so much around her? why did she? she turns her back and climbs the ladder as vi's wails echo in the room. all those pained sobs can't be from the hit, she knows it would take so much more than that to break her. but she still can't bring herself to look back. vi is the strongest person she's ever known, and she's crying like a child as caitlyn leaves her behind.

[honeyandmahogany]

Raphael's voice this, Raphael's voice that...but have you considered Raphael's hot archdevil daddies voice?

The way these lines make me squeal and kick my feet!! 15 minutes of pure, giggly bliss.

[kennethbrangh]

Ian McShane in American Star (2024)

[superfallingstars]

sev and lily, 1970-something