#or something idrk yet

[ihatenamesapple]

Bamboo paper is so good for quick sketches so have at them meanwhile i draw on ibis paint a bigger drawing

[only-omo]

just like usual i have a tendency to drop off the earth and then come back at random (its my charm~) but even if this is all i say i just wanted to let people know that this ai chatbot is kicking my ass with its amazing omo rp to the point where like im genuinely embarrassed i cant write that well, despite my eloquence

like idk how to describe it bc i did a lot of subtle manipulation of the conversation, but the ai caught right on and just went with it and like damnnnnnnn

these arent in order and the first two are dif responses to the same thing but like i said, damnnn 👀

ai is where its at for a hungry omo fan rn

[purpleguysimp]

Clyde smells like ass shit donkey dog water but when actually cleaned (it needs an industrial pressure wash) it actually kinda naturally smells like oranges. Clyde smells like oranges under the dog water fart smell.

If you're wondering Winfrey smells like blueberries after a good wash

[malachitezmeyka]

Me: *has several WIPs I could possibly work on, including an Ehuang and Suiren-centric piece and the Mermaid AU, among countless other ideas*

My brain: Write a soul crushing and emotionally conflicting Haya prequel fic that details exactly how she became a walking piece of shit and makes the reader sympathise with her despite everything :)

[clowd009]

my phone died so I couldn't send it sooner but the last 2

[thxnks4themrms]

One day guys I’ll be employed 😁😁😁😁

[snekdood]

idc if ppl think im problematic i just want it to be for the actual real reasons i am

[lucidd-the-weirdo]

The worst day to realize this on I know- But like, I NEED to stop giving a fuck, REALLY I DO!!! I have soo much art saved up that I keep on procrastinating and forgetting to show- And I really wanna show this art! But honestly right now the only thing stopping me is myself- It's been a yearr I know that- And this year is already to April, I do really wanna post cause I like it here!!! But I'm honestly kinda scared I'll get judged!!! Guess I'm only realizing this cause I kinda just, took a break I guess, but I might finally get back to posting my actual art?? Maybe?? Maybe I can push myself and finally post more art, then maybe with all that clutter out the way I can work on FYH ep 2

[local-limebug]

i'm still on this btw. i hate that the scenario of sybok, michael, and spock getting along isn't possible in any universe except maybe aos since it's set earlier than tos, therefore possibly in a world where all three siblings still exist. i need to see these three causing sibling chaos together so badly it is insane.

i hate MANY things about how angsty the s'chn t'gai family's canon is but i think my main issue with it is that it really makes a "jim meets spock's siblings" scenario impossible because of the timelines

(p.s. if you know any fics of jim meeting spock's siblings, send them my way pls)

[meganegatari]

thinking about loser!ellie who's so vocal during sex...muahahaha. except idrk how to transcribe this kinda talk so LMAO. if you see me put something very similar in the loser!ellie finale...no you didn't. let's just say this is practice for that. 18+

every part of the whole experience would just be blowing her mind. the sights, the smells, the tastes, the sensations—turning her brain to soup. she'd be so obsessed with you, so overwhelmed by the new experience, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

and at first she'd try to downplay it, stifle the sounds threatening to spill by biting her lip or clapping her hand over her mouth, only allowing quiet huffs and strings of profanities to escape. she'd want you to think she's cool, or she can handle it all smoothly.

however, as time goes on, she loses all control of herself. grunts of effort turn into mewls of your name, which turn into whiny, needy pleas the closer she gets to euphoria. she can't control her sounds anymore, because it's just too good. she even gets so pussydrunk she starts to babble nonsense. she pauses sucking on your clit to push her foggy glasses up her nose and slur through a crackly voice, "mmm, love this— love your pussy s'much babe...so much."

but when she's the one receiving, her pleasureful cries are music to your ears. whatever you may be doing, you'd hear no end of begs for more, until she can't form proper words anymore and all she can produce are loud, melodic moans.

not to mention the look on her face was one so lewd, yet one so clear showing she wasn't holding back. face as red as a budding rose, her copper eyebrows knitted together, her eyes rolled slightly back and screwed tightly shut—even the occasional tear streams down the side of her face. back arched and mouth open, her lips puffy, you wanted to engrave the image of her like this on the inside of your eyelids.

"ah, ah, ah, m'gonna cum—hnn!" is the final shriek of ecstasy before her wails become strangled in her throat—choked, silent moans while she's squirting everywhere and you're working her through it. then her sounds turn into heaving pants as she tries to bring herself back to earth and catch her breath, recover from the sensitivity.

after it all, she grows self-conscious, shyly asking you if she was too loud. but you reassure her quickly that she was perfect, she's so beautiful, and you're glad to have brought her pleasure. even though you're definitely getting a noise complaint from the neighbors. worth it! ♡

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[lyrefromthesea]

HELLLLLAAAAW THEEERRRE, LISTEN (or read), I've been thinking. THAT I LOVE UR WRITING A LOOOOT, and I've been waiting but before that, idrk if u take req rn so feel free to discard this request! anyway, back to main topic, I've been wondering how the hashira's would react to reader/their s/o, adoring their hands a lot, like i mean— obsessed with their hands, whether its holding hands in public (or privately, if the character does not really like showing affection in public), or maybe yk hold hands in bed HWGAHGAHWHS, maybe, something like soft nsfw, like with fluff! u get me? just the character, comforting their s/o when they get too tense during their sexual intercourse, andddddd more fluff if u want! thank u for taking ur time to read!!

Male Hashira x Reader - Hold my hands

author's note: my fever has killed me a few times during this post.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: nsfw, sexual intercourse (Rengoku, Giyuu), mildly suggestive (Sanemi)

Tengen:

• who knows exactly what his hands can do to you and despite his teasing nature uses them for your comfort

• enjoys seeing you calm down because of his hands and though he doesn't want you to feel bad he certainly doesn't mind calming you down

he's been looking towards the sky for quite some time now, sitting under the tree with the person he adored most.

you were so strong, so sure of your actions-

and sometimes you felt insecure and the worry seemed to consume you. he understood it, he understood your fear of failure and the future that would follow.

that's why he had no problems consoling you when you needed it most, taking his time to sit with you in silence. words weren't needed in these times, only the comfort of his presence.

he allowed himself to glance down at you, feeling the tender touches of your fingers on his. you were strong, he didn't doubt that, but your body felt so fragile compared to his own.

the difference in the size of your hands proved it to him every single time. he knew you could protect yourself, but if you couldn't, he would be there for you.

"i think i'm feeling better." you said, your eyes finally focusing on his face instead of his hands. you had been touching and playing with his fingers for quite some time now, your hold on them decreasing.

"ya sure? you still look down." he answered, earning a hesitant nod from you. feeling your hand let go of him made him act, bringing his own hand up to the back of your head.

"i don't believe it and lying is not flashy in my eyes. let's stay a bit longer." you were quite surprised when he pressed your head against his chest, looking up at the sky again.

somehow he always knew what you needed, even when you didn't admit it. and with a gentle smile, as well as his hand running through your hair, you sunk into a deep slumber.

Obanai:

• who is surprised when he found out you were fascinated by his hands.

• someone like you adoring a feature of his? the mere thought made him blush when he was laying awake at night.

• who enjoys holding your hand just as much as you, often turning into a blushing mess.

he knew he wasn't as strong as most other hashira. he was smaller, physically weaker. of course it gave him one or two advantages, like a flexibility the tall males around him could only dream about.

yet he secretly found himself craving their strength - at least a part of it. he wouldn't complain about a bit more arm strength, but that would remain a dream of his.

the moment he found himself content with the lack of strength he possessed clearly came with you. you had been sitting next to each other, simply enjoying the time you could spend together. at least that was what he was doing, your mind had long drifted away.

he tensed up when he felt your fingers brush over his, holding his hand. your thumb brushed over his knuckles comfortingly.

he didn't dare look at you, only turning towards you when he felt you glancing, uncertainty rising inside you with his current expression. his hand reached out to you when he felt you pull away.

"i shouldn't have done that, i'm sorry." you said, trying to escape any rising feeling of shame. you just didn't expect him to hold your hand tighter.

"don't stop." he answered, his tone letting it appear much more like a quiet plead. surprise overtook you, quickly replaced by a comforting shyness.

your fingers interlocked with his once more, this time with switched positions. you felt goosebumps appear on your skin, your cheeks heating up.

"your hands are soft, [name].."

Rengoku:

• whether it's in public or at home, he enjoys holding your hand just as much as you like holding his

• however, one attractive thing he does is taking your hand after overstimulating you

"honey.." he pants, trying not to cum a second time from the way you were squeezing around him, body basically trying to milk him even in your current state.

it had started a few hours ago, when he came home from a long mission. he had missed you during his time in the snowy mountains, deciding that his arrival would be the perfect moment to show you how much he appreciates your body.

having to cum multiple times - first his fingers, then his tongue and now his cock - was just too much for your poor body.

of course Rengoku realized that, seeing you shake and tremble under him, small tears running down your flushed cheeks. you were still caught up in your orgasm, trying to even out your breathing pattern.

"it's okay, we're done. breathe, little flame." he panted, hands letting go of the sheets of your shared bed, sitting upright and looking down at you.

he didn't pull out, simply admiring your panting form laying on the bed. his hands snaked along your arms, holding your hands and pressing them into the matress.

feeling the warmth of his palm press against yours got your attention, a silent moan leaving your lips. "are you okay?" the question made you nod quietly, finally being able to register the world around you again.

"'m so sore.." you mumbled, watching the man above you laugh, squeezing your hands in response.

Sanemi:

• he absolutely loves it

• you clearly developed a liking to your hand and he's fully using that to fluster you

• taking you by surprise is his favorite

you've been standing in the kitchen, making sure all the medical herbs you've received were in their right place. you needed to make sure they're easily accessible when Sanemi came home injured.

in your concentrated state, you didn't notice the tall man approaching you slowly - lurking like a predator.

and then you shriek, feeling a slap land on your ass. out of reflex you leaned forward, your head quickly turning around to find Sanemi right behind you.

"missed me?" he teased, stepping closer until he was right behind you, hands placed on the counter on either side of you. he pressed his body against yours with a smirk, resulting in your face getting a lot warmer than before.

"Sanemi! you always do this!" you scolded him, trying to turn around from the sheer embarrassment you just faced or rather the excitement that pooled in your body.

"what can i say? can't resist you with a fine ass like that." he chuckled, letting go of the counter to squeeze your behind with his calloused fingers, earning a whine from you.

"and truthfully, i think you can't resist me either." hearing him whisper into your ear, hand traveling up your side, made you stare at the watch.

he was right, you couldn't resist him, nor could he resist you. besides, the herbs could wait for a while.

Giyuu:

• initially he was the one that liked holding your hands, it was the most simple form of physical touch he could come up with

• still a touch-starved man, WILL have his hands on you the whole time when you're making love.

• knows it gets you more exited, wouldn't judge you for it either, since he gets just as exited when he sees you

"Oh~ baby.." he gasped, head resting against the headboard of your bed. he watched you lazily bounce up and down his cock, trying to work yourself into ecstacy.

whenever you were sharing such passionate moments with each other, he could feel his fingers twitch with the need to hold onto your body - onto you.

they first slid up your thighs, holding onto your hips, guiding you to grind back against him. he loved the feeling of your warmth and he loved the reactions his hands could coax out of you.

he didn't miss out on the way your lips opened in a silent cry, begging to feel his hands run over your body, around your neck or anything else that allowed you to feel them.

and of course he'll answer.

"hold.. hold my hands.. i want to feel you.." he moans, letting go of your hips only to intertwine his fingers with yours, feeling your hips stutter.

he certainly knew how to exploit your weakness for his hands - especially since he was just as weak for you.

Gyomei:

• likes using his hands to calm you down

• they're like a security rope connecting the two of you when the situation makes uncertainty rise within you

"my dearest child, are you ready to serve as a hashira?" the soothing voice of master Kagaya usually managed to calm you down, but not today.

you sat in front of him, a private meeting being held between the two of you and a pillar of choice. naturally, you went with the one you trusted most - the stone pillar.

it would've been an honor to serve as a hashira, every demon slayer knew that, but being confronted with the choice of being one, you found yourself unsure.

the pillars were the strongest humans you had ever set your eyes on, you weren't sure if you could stand by their side.

lowering your head in shame, you were ready to decline the master's offer. however, you were stopped by the blind man next to you.

he placed a large hand on your back, the warmth seeping into your skin slowly calming you down, letting you think properly.

you weren't chosen without a reason, if the master wanted you to become a hashira, he trusted in your talent.

swallowing down your uncertainty, you nodded with little to no hesitance. "i'm ready."

next to you, still his hand on your back, Gyomei found himself smiling. if it was his presence you needed to make a decision, he'd gladly do this for you everytime.

[crimsonbubble]

Blue Screen

cw. nsfw, kinda cyberpunk au (I have no idea what I’m writing so pls bear with me), afab android!reader (could be a humanoid or smth idrk), android technician!seonghwa, praise, overstimulation, fingering, nipple play, squirting, blue screen of death *not proofread, just pure horny

[I literally have no idea where this idea came from bro]

“Hwaaa, are we done yet?” You whined as he hovered over you on the metal ‘inspection’ table as he called it. You hear him chuckle softly from behind you, patting your ass lightly as a means to reassure you that he’d be done soon. “Not yet, sparks. Just gotta make sure everything is in its place.”

You pout as you lay on the table before suddenly jolting against the table. A jagged moan left your lips as Seonghwa prodded within your circuits. “Guess the touch receptors are a little sensitive today.” You could almost hear the amusing smile on his face.

You whined softly as Seonghwa started to put your covering back on. His hands lingered on your back even after putting your backcasing back on. “Now, my pretty little android, how shall I play with you today?” Your face flushed, goosebumps erupting on your skin as he trailed his fingers over your spine.

He sat you up on the table, raising it to hip height, his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Turn my sensitivity up,” You stated with a voice that Seonghwa had never heard, sickeningly sweet with a hint of desperation. “All the way.” His eyes widened, memories of the last time he cranked your sensitivity up that high, he made you blue screen halfway through.

You could sense his hesitation, leaning back on your hands as you turned your head to the side, exposing the barcode laid across your neck. Seonghwa sighed, knowing there was no way he could talk you out of something that you both wanted. Seonghwa pulled his glasses down from where they rested on his head, scanning the code and fiddling with the settings for a minute.

You didn’t much different, thinking that Seonghwa was just putting on a show of changing your settings to appease you. That was until Seonghwa cupped your pussy through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit. You lurched forward, grabbing at his forearm. His eyes are dark and piercing, working up an orgasm for you a little too quickly for you to comprehend.

Your mouth dropped open with a harsh moan, your pussy throbbing against his hand. “Lift your hips for me, lovebot.” You did as he asked, nearly moaning as he peeled your panties off of you. “Such a mess, sparks, look at you.” He parts your folds lewdly, sliding two fingers into you. He pumps them steadily, watching your eyes go unfocused and flutter.

You whine pathetically as Seonghwa fucks you with his fingers. Another orgasm is suddenly ripped from you, making your hips jolt as you lean back on the table on your elbows. Seonghwa keeps his pace, curling his fingers into your sweet spot with precision. He rubs your clit with his thumb, a dark smirk curling onto his lips as you come undone again.

Seonghwa palmed himself over his jeans, groaning as he felt more precum leak out of him. Using his free hand he managed to push his jeans down enough to let his cock spring free. He pulls his fingers out of you, tracing them over your clit in quick movements. Your back arched off the table, your pussy pulsing as another orgasm rakes over you. 

Seonghwa switched his hands, wrapping the one coated in your arousal around his aching cock. He let out a low moan, his eyes glued to the your slicked pussy. There’s a growing puddle of your arousal pooling on the table. Seonghwa curses under his breath, slipping his cock between your folds. He sinks in nice and easy, splitting you open on his cock.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking warm, lovebot.” Seonghwa grabs your thighs from under you, his pace turns near bruising as he stuffs you full. His cock is thick and heavy inside your velvety walls, wrapping around him like a vice. He splits you open on his cock repeatedly, moaning at the way your body convulses and your pussy gushes around him even harder as he abuses your sweet spot.

“C’mon pretty girl, make another mess for me.” His words make you clench around his tighter, your back arching off the table as you cum again. He can hear you mumbling so he leans down to trail kisses over your chest. He wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling the nub gently with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. Your hands desperately clutch at his shoulders, babbling nonsense as your body starts to overheat.

Seonghwa peeks up at you through his lashes, nearly blowing his load then and there when he notices the cute pink hearts that now replaced your pupils. He watches the way the hearts pulse and grow bigger when he lands a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot. He can hear the gears in your body overclocking. He brings a hand between your bodies to rub two fingers over your clit; an attempt to make you come one last time before he fucked his load into you and your inevitable blue screening.

“Just one more, lovebot. Make a pretty mess on me, sparks.” Seonghwa's thrusts are losing their rhythm as his release creeps up on him. Your body pulls taut, the hearts in your eyes growing impossibly bigger as you come undone again, your sticky cunt tightening around his cock as more and more arousal squirted out of you. Seonghwa buried himself to the hilt, seemingly endless spurts of cum coated your walls. He could feel the way you went limp against the table, peeking at you and huffing out a laugh at the blue screening codes flashing past your pupils.

It took a few minutes but Seonghwa managed to clean up swiftly and reboot your systems. You slowly blinked away the bleariness, growing flustered as you watched Seonghwa bring your sensitivity levels down to a reasonable level. “Knew you’d bluescreen again.”

[violetseaslug]

carnival date with se-mi !!

synopsis: fem!reader and se-mi go on a date to the carnival!! reader has an obsession with candy floss, semi is her enabler. OH and shes afraid of rides

a/n: i accidentally already posted this but i forgot to add the paragraph i had written in my notes :o

also the only reason i wrote this was so i didn't fall asleep waiting for my dearest wife mei to wake up, but i still have to wait sm more hours </3 mei, when ur reading this, MWAAHHH (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

also also: kind of proofread idrk...oops

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You had been counting down the days. Sure, you saw Se-mi all the time, and this wasn’t even your first date, but something about this one felt different. Maybe it was the carnival itself—the one held every year in the heart of the city to commemorate its history. Or maybe it was the way Se-mi had smiled at you earlier that day, teasing you about how giddy you were. Whatever it was, you couldn’t shake the anticipation buzzing in your chest.

As you arrived, the carnival came into view, many different kinds of lights dancing against the night sky. The air was filled with the hum of cheerful chatter, bursts of laughter, and the distant screams of people riding the roller coasters. The bright neon signs advertising games, rides, and snacks caught your eye immediately. You turned to Se-mi, excitement evident in your voice as you opened your mouth to ask—

“Yes, baby, we can go,” she said before you could even get the words out. A knowing smile played on her lips, and you couldn’t help but grin in return, your heart soaring.

Without another word, you grabbed her hand and started making your way through the crowd, laughing as you both tried to navigate the maze of people and colorful signs. It took longer than expected to find the ticket stand, but neither of you cared. Between Se-mi’s quick stolen kisses and your playful attempts to “map out” the carnival using only the scent of popcorn as a guide, you were too busy enjoying each other to notice how much time had passed.

finally, tickets in hand, you stepped into the carnival. The sounds of the night surrounded you - cheerful music coming from the carousel, and the occasional excited squeal of children running past. Your smile somehow grew even brighter.

Spotting the food vans lined up ahead, you tugged at Se-mi’s hand, practically dragging her toward the smell of fried foods and sugary treats. Her nose wrinkled slightly as the thought of greasy carnival snacks made her shiver, but she quickly brushed it off, her focus entirely on you.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice soft yet teasing as she watched your eyes dart between the options.

Moments later, she was handing you a stick of candy floss shaped like a kitty cat, its ears and whiskers carefully sculpted from the fluffy pink sugar. She watched your face light up as you took it, and without realizing it, she started smiling too.

As you hurriedly took a bite, savoring the sugary flavour, she kept watching you, her gaze warm and fond.

“What?” you asked, pausing mid-bite, your cheeks puffed slightly with candy floss. A frown formed on your face as you caught her staring.

“You’re really cute. I wanna kiss you,” she said casually, smirking.

“Well, you can’t,” you replied firmly, though the grin on your face betrayed you. “This candy floss is really good, and I’m busy eating.” To prove your point, you leaned in and bit off the kitty cat’s ear.

Se-mi chuckled, shaking her head as she continued to admire you. Time passed in a blur of laughter, teasing, and stolen glances. Finally, as you tore off the last piece of the candy floss, you stared at the empty stick with devestation.

“Oh,” you murmured, disappointment evident in your voice.

“I’ll get you more before we leave, you candy floss fanatic,” Se-mi said, her tone playful.

“Where would I be without you, baby?” you sighed dramatically before leaning over to kiss her cheek.

The rest of the night unfolded in a series of magical moments. You went on ride after ride, your laughter echoing above the carnival noise. Of course, getting Se-mi to join you wasn’t easy—she’d groan about being “too old for rides” or claim they weren’t her thing. But you weren’t fooled. You knew her well enough to know she hated heights and wasn’t a fan of fast rides either.

Still, for you, she put aside her fears. She held your hand tightly on the Ferris wheel, and as she looked down at the view, your grip was firm but comforting. She let you drag her to the spinning teacups, her body stiff, but her smile never fell. Every time she glanced at you and saw how happy you were, it was worth it.

By the end of the night, your legs ached, your voice was hoarse from screaming on rides, and you were clutching yet another stick of candy floss in your hands. You knew you’d probably regret eating so much sugar in the morning, but for now, everything was perfect. And if you ended up complaining about a stomachache tomorrow, you already knew who you’d blame—with a teasing grin.

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my reqs r open!! and everyone should try a kitty cat shaped candy floss at least once in their lives. trust me they're rlly yummy. i hope u enjoyed, have a good day/night :P

[maplesyrupsainz]

prompt 6 with sebastian pleaseee

pairing: sebastian vettel x fem reader y/n (she/her)

genre: blurb, established relationship

warnings: swearing, protective bf, nothing crazy

prompt: six [driver] is overly protective of you after someone flirts with you

a/n: omg never written for sebastian before so kind of nervous idrk what im doing LOL hope it isn't awful!!!

my masterlist | 1k celebration

you're studying the cereal boxes intently when a man's voice you don't recognise makes you jump slightly. “something interesting happening there that only you know about?”

when you turn around he's gesturing towards the cereal boxes you were reading. you smile lightly, not wanting to be rude but also not wanting to engage in conversation with the stranger. “nothing interesting. that's the problem, i think.” you shrug softly, your eyes wandering the aisle, your boyfriend nowhere to be seen.

“maybe i can help you,” the man steps closer to you, clearly feigning interest in cereal as an excuse to talk to you. you look up at the ceiling, saying a silent prayer that this man fucks off before your boyfriend returns. “you know what, i have the best cereal back at my place. what you up to later?”

and there it is. the worst pick up line you've ever been forced to hear. you open your mouth, the beginning of the soft rejection you're so used to using to let men down: ‘i'm flattered but i actually have a boyfriend, he should be around here somewhere’...

however, it's your boyfriend who cuts you off. “she's with me, mate.” you cringe at the malice in his voice and the sudden weight of his hand on the small of your back. the man, tail between his legs, apologises profusely before retreating down the aisle. “who was that?”

“don't know. he just started talking to me about cereal,” you shrug again, nodding towards the boxes. sebastian's eyes on you feel like they're going to set a fire right where you stand. “come on,” you mumble, turning away from him and finishing your grocery shop.

the car ride home is silent, and you don't try to make conversation as you know sebastian just needs time to cool off. he is fiercely protective of you at times when it feels unnecessary, but what would you know about the fragile male ego?

upon arriving home and packing away your groceries, you join sebastian on the couch, flinging your legs over his. “hey,” he looks up at you, his clenched jaw relaxing slightly. you know this routine all too well. “you know what?”

“hm?” he raises his eyebrows at you, resting a hand on your thigh.

“i have the best cereal at my place. what you up to later?” you try to fight off the grin that's creeping onto your face as sebastian shakes his head.

“that might be the most pathetic one yet.” the smirk on his lips floods you with relief.

you sit up straight, giggling now. “he wildly overestimated my passion for cereal.”

he laughs, opening his arms for you and you oblige almost immediately, nestling into his chest. being loved by sebastian is the only way to be loved, you think.

[sketchalicious]

doomed au timeline thing? idrk

uhh okay so . i saw that the doomed au kinda popped off n i figured i'd go into a bit more depth for fun so i doodled out this crappy comic thing. i think i saw a homestuck comic do something similar LOL.

im gonna give like. aftermath of the ninja's deaths and such for the sake of clarity , since i know this is just an angsty clusterbump.

Kai: The real ignition for Lloyd's downfall. The staff was destroyed moments before the transformation ritual by the green ninja himself. In Lloyd's mind, his friend would return to normal. But he was met with something else as Kai desperately took the shards and ran away instead, too far gone into his ego and insanity. Returning home they remain the same in quantity, with Lloyd and Nya heartbroken, and Zane blaming himself.

Cole: He acted as the stable rock of the group. He brought the ninja back to their high spirits again, acting as a replacement flame for Kai to reunite his team. He even began the trend of looking for the missing ninja, with hope they were still out there. Yet despite being the very reason they stabilized, no one seemed to realize he disappeared. Instead they suddenly felt lost, like they were missing something. The grief returned, and the dots never connected.

Zane: His disappearance set the team on course for failure. With him, Asphera never explained where she had banished him, and the others were left to believe he was really, truly gone this time. He acted as the caretaker for the group, tying them together once more as he tried to bring back the joy they lost through menial tasks and the small details of the world. Even back to when Kai disappeared, Lloyd could be a leader with his help. With the last light in the tunnel gone, no one had any more confidence to step up.

Nya: Jay and Lloyd's breaking point. Without her, they lost their drive to keep searching. Her disappearance plays the same as canon, becoming one with the sea. Though she was less hesitant now, understanding that this was just fate, that the team wasn't meant to survive. If that was the case, she'll go out with a bang, knowing that with her gone they would understand too. At least she knew they would be safe for now.

Lloyd: His disappearance happened long after he recognized his Oni form. After having to fight the overlord alone, he went on a downwards spiral. Jay couldn't be there, and frankly, Wu couldn't get through to him like Garmadon did. Lloyd hated the idea of fate. He felt too, like Nya, that the team wasn't meant to last. As such, in his last effort to feel control, he caved into what came easy.

Pixal: Like Zane did in canon after Nya, she turned off her emotion meter. She knew some of the ninja could be saved, and she knew she had to stop grieving in order to even try. In a frustrated effort, she attempted to bring the ninja to her level, only to blame herself for Lloyd's snap. After realizing she couldn't do much for a grieving Jay, she leaves to find the others.

Jay: Who knows where he is. Wu entered his quarters to find only a pair of nunchaku, and his gi laying on his pillow. Maybe he joined Pixal, maybe he existed as a criminal like Lloyd now. All Wu knew is he lost his last student and the last defender of Ninjago. It's likely Jay quit, afraid of becoming next in fate's cruel hand. He'd only learn after the merge.

okay thats it lmao. i might add more ideas in the future but im not creative enough to plot it out properly gO NUTS

[manariee]

THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS ∿ 박성훈

ℛien n'est éternal ✶ ───── But even though you're killing me I, I need you like the air I breathe I need, I need you more than me. I need you more than anything

박성훈 & fem!reader wc: 1.3k cw: angst, reader and hoon breaking up due to communication problems, both having it hard to move on, SOME FLUFF, sad-ish ending (sorry !) ℳana: this is way shorter than what I thought aaa. Idrk if I should make a part two w a hopeful ending or..? lmk if u guys want one and also lmk if there's any spelling mistakes or room for improvement !

It's been weeks since the breakup and yet his presence still lingers around you. The places where you both spent time together, spots that were once warm and welcoming ― are now cold and empty. You stroll past the coffee shop where you would study together in the past, the mere sight of it never failing to tighten your chest each time as memories come rushing back all at once. You can still remember the way his face used to lit up everytime he saw you, the way his voice softened when he said your name.

But now, everything was different. His gaze would avoid you at school. But that made sense right? You two needed space, or that's what you told each other. You didn't know about how he felt, but you clearly couldn't move on. Because healing wasn't as easy as you thought.

It was like the broken pieces you picked up always managed to slip out of your fingers. Everytime you made progress, something happened. and all of the old feelings came rushing back. A song, place, a shared memory ― and suddenly, you're back to the start.

You tried to give yourself space, hanging out with friends, focusing on yourself. But the truth is, no matter what you do, there's a voice screaming his name at the back of your mind. It was impossible to forget someone you were so dearly attached to, and sometimes. You wondered if he felt the same.

The worst part? You're pretty sure he is. You and Sunghoon haven't talked to each other since that night. But not a single word you don't remember. You were frustrated, hoping he'd defend himself, speak up. But he never did, as always. Because the words you both wanted to say were too painful to speak. But even without talking, you felt it. That strange pull, the way you two would end up close despite promising yourself that you'd be okay without him.

It was a normal Sunday, you were clearing up every assignment that was due before tomorrow. Until your attention was drawn to the phone that was buzzing. You picked it up to see a text message from an unknown number, although it seemed familiar.. You opened to see a text from the number you hid away. The number that held countless unforgettable texts. I saw your favorite movie playing tonight I miss it. I miss you. It was a simple text, it should've been. It should've been as simple to say how much you missed him. But that simple text sends a rush of emotions inside you. Spending the whole week trying to forget him little by little. You were back to the start. The more you stared at the message, the more you understood how hard it would be to completely cut him off. The crazy thing? You were over here, biting your lip as you tried to decide whether to reply or not. You wanted to, you wanted to reach out and tell him how much you missed him. How much you hated lying in bed when sick without him pampering you. Hated cooking one meal instead of two. But you knew better. If you started this over, you would hurt both yourself and him, even more.

But it was hard to let go. Hard to move on when he's living in your mind rent-free, the memories so fresh as if they were right there but out of reach. You tried to push him away, fingers hovering over the block button. But you can't, the grief of losing him not going away. As if the scar is embedded in you, a scar that'll never heal.

Days stretch into weeks. Both you and Sunghoon kept yourselves busy with your own routines ― university, friends, work. But despite it all something was always missing. Like now, how you were standing in front of him at a mutual friends party, but it wasn't like before, you didn't smile or run to him, but just stood there. He knew he should have moved, to walk away. But how could he? How when you were still wearing that bracelet. It was strange. You both walked away. but neither of you were moving on.

You didn't mind that you were staring, afterall. You both were used to it right? But he didn't look the same. He seemed tired ― more worn out, like he hadn't been sleeping well.

You wanted to stay, to scold him for not taking care of himself. But you knew that if you stayed for any moment longer, you would've ended up crying and making a fool of yourself. So you turned around, going back to the friends you were looking for.

A week passes and you were out to buy a late night snack at the convenience store. You were looking across the shelves before you found the treat you were looking for. As you reach up to grab the last one, a hand brushes against yours ― the feeling sending a jolt. It felt familiar. Too familiar. You pull back first, looking up to realize who it was. Sunghoon. You blinked, the awkwardness creeping in. He did just the same, looking like he didn't know what to say either. You both just stand there, looking at each other as the snack if completely forgotten about. ''You're.. Eating tiramisu..?'' Ding

There you got caught. Because why would someone who hates coffee like you eat tiramisu? You chuckled awkwardly as you tried to cover up the obvious, ''Well.. I was studying and I need something to keep me awake!'' ''That's coffee flavored, it doesn't have actual caffeine in it..''

Damn him, couldn't a girl just peacefully buy a snack her ex LOVED? But you knew better than to fight so you just sighed, looking away. Till you heard a laugh. A genuine one. You looked back to see Sunghoon laughing, his eyes crinkled up and you were caught off guard and for a moment you almost felt something, not until he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat.

''You can have it if you need it so badly.'' You quickly shook your head. ''It's not important.'' And right there you turned on your heel and walked out as quickly as you could. One could believe you were shoplifting with the urgency you were walking with. But what was this feeling?

You find yourself standing on the balcony of your apartment, looking at the busy city streets. There were cars, families and couples out even this late. One of them could've been you. You could've been walking hand in hand with Sunghoon right now. Even the mere thought of it sent an ache throughout your chest. You leaned back against the chair as your phone buzzed.

I saw a street performer playing the song we used to always dance to. It was nice. You just stared at the message, you had gotten a bit used to Sunghoon still texting you. But in a way you didn't like. You felt like you were being pulled back to reply each time. But this time. You were going to reply. For sure you were, so you started typing. I never meant to hurt you.

Your breath hitched, fingers coming to a halt as you received the message. You felt the tears forming. The ones you didn’t dare to let fall. But as the cold air hit your face, you blinked. Tears spilled down your eyes as you grieved the breakup.

The night ends, and none of you feel better after that message. In fact, it feels like you’re both right back where you started ― stuck in this cycle of trying to move on, but never quite able to. And as you lie in bed later, the silence of your room echoing in the dark, you realize something painful.

Healing takes time. But some cuts? Some cuts never really stop bleeding.

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