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[ringsbeforebabies]

25 Photos from Trinidad Carnival 2023, The Greatest Fete on Earth

Known as the ‘Greatest Show on Earth’, Trinidad and Tobago’s Carnival is officially celebrated on the Monday and Tuesday before Ash Wednesday every year. The Carnival festivities start just after Christmas and continue until Ash Wednesday, with dozens of high energy parties and premier cultural competitions. After a two year hiatus due to the COVID—19 pandemic, hit song Come Home is the perfect…

[bunnys-kisses]

hi Bunny! Could you do a croissant and root beer and whatever’s on the house with Lewis Hamilton?

bakery menu

want to put in your own order? hit me up! i'm still accepting orders! we're always serving up smiles! for this, i went with a mafia au route, the idea of lewis in a crisp suit was ratting around in my jellybean brain, haha. i thought of him teasing horner!reader

croissant ("i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me.") + root beer (filming/recording) + on the house (choice:size kink)

cw: smut/pwp, horner!reader, missionary, size kink, photo-taking,

"i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

you looked at lewis before he pressed his lips up against your neck. his hands were palming your breasts as he rubbed his hard cock against you.

"you're really pretty when you're under me." he chuckled, he loved taking you in the missionary position. he loved the small movements in your face as you try to take all of him. it was honestly so endearing that you were trying so hard to get all of himself inside of you.

you two were forbidden lovers! or at least that was what the gossip rags said about you. when the paparazzi got a photo of you stumbling out of a club, or him with his arm around you.

there was a photo that was circulated that was certain you two were together because it was you whispering in his ear at a carnival in some small town, but from the angle it looked like you two were kissing. didn't help the photo right after was you two sharing a sweet smile.

you were the off limits daughter of christian horner. you had spent your entire life around a paddock, so the pretty smiles of the drivers never fazed you. except for lewis hamilton, who came into your life like an inferno.

while a heartthrob across many countries, you started out as friends. but, even forest fires started as a spark. and you were at lewis' for the weekend after lying to your father about seeing a few of your friends from uni.

"does he know? i wonder if he talks about me?" lewis chuckled when he took your weekend bag from your hand and put it to the side. waiting any longer for you felt impossible.

his hands slid up from under your shirt as he pressed a searing kiss to your jaw. you felt hot all over at the feeling of his against your flesh. he was the kind of lover that made you heart hammer in your chest enough that you scrambled to get the shirt off over your head.

"i can see why he's so protective of his daughter, you're beautiful." he said, "pretty thing around the paddock will turn a few heads." he laughed, "but no one knows you're here with me tonight." he kissed at your jaw and held onto your shoulders. he then moved to your lips and kissed you deeply.

"stop talking about my father." you groaned.

"why? i thought you were a proud horner." he chuckled, "don't want to talk about dear old father in the bedroom?" he rubbed himself up against you.

"you prick." you said, your lips close to his.

he chuckled, "you love me." then took you by the back of the head and pulled you in for a hot kiss. his other hand was on the waistband of your pants to get them off of you. he had enough of waiting.

he needed his sweet girl.

the trek to his bedroom felt long because he was trying to get your shorts off before you reached the room. then when you finally got on the bed, you got your pants and underwear off. which left you in your bra and lewis was admiring the sight of you.

he palmed the front of his pants and admired you. you were beautiful, the sight of you left his mouth dry as he looked at you. how did a guy like horner have a daughter so beautiful?

he got onto the bed beside you and got off his sweater before he pulled you close to him and then further onto the bed. you laid tangled up in one another as he kissed down your neck. his soft lips felt so good against you.

his hands massaged your breasts. he whispered sweet praise against your skin as you felt so close to him. it was amazing. he made a heat run through you as you laid there next to him.

"such a pretty girl." he admitted, "i can't get enough of you. they shouldn't let you in the paddock because you're so much of a distraction."

you held the man's face, looked in his eyes and said, "i thought i was your good luck charm?"

he smiled, not the one for the cameras. but one that held a genuine truth, he pressed his nose against yours and with his eyes closed, replied, "of course. i just think you should be wearing my number so no one gets the wrong idea."

"you menace."

"only for you."

once you two were fully naked, you rubbed up against him. you laid cuddled up in each other's arms as you felt him up. he kissed you once more before he got you onto your back and was between your legs.

he gazed at you lovingly as he wrapped your legs around his waist. he leaned over you, hand on your face as he kissed you gently once more. you felt like a dream to him, a perfect woman for him to indulge in. to love.

maybe you two did have a back and forth, but deep down the feelings for you were painfully true. it was now just a game of chicken until one of you admitted to the other.

"i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me." he said softly, hands on your breasts.

you wanted to throw a pillow at him as you responded, "enough about my father or i'm going home."

he chuckled and gave you one last, almost sweet, kiss on the cheek before he grabbed you by this hip with one hand and his cock with the other. he maintained eye contact as he watched your face change as he push his cock into you.

he was impressive in size, sort of big compared to you. that gleaming smile and strong arms made you feel protected. your heart leapt as you felt his cock being buried into you.

he liked that he was bigger than you, sometimes he'd press his palm up against yours and point out the difference. it was cute, "it's not your fault you're so small. means that i just have to protect you."

but at that moment, you could really feel the difference as lewis gave you gentle praise.

you tensed up but his soft words against you managed to make you relax a little. he got his cock into you to the base and shuddered at the feeling of your tight cunt around him. you felt so good.

he smiled at you, feeling the sweat already at the back of his neck. he smiled at you. no one could deny that he was handsome, you remember his little fan club. you'd often scoff at it. if they saw you now.

you kissed once more as you began to move against one another. you gripped onto his shoulders as he held you by waist. his lips were on your neck, occasionally dragged his front teeth against your skin, threatening to bruise it.

he thought about making a comment about your father once more. really rub it in, but as your expression started to look more relaxed and blissed out. he couldn't bring himself to say it. call him soft.

he continued to rut into you, his heart hammered in his chest as he held you close to him. his chest pressed against yours, your nails dug into his massive back tattoo as the two of you continued to kiss.

it felt primal and hot, it made you core feel like an inferno as you moved. you moaned a little.

"you should be wearing my number next time." he said, "i'll even be nice and say it doesn't even have to be mercedes branded. i know your dad would have a fit if he saw that. remember the ferrari temporary tattoo."

you rolled your eyes, "what did i say about my father, lewis." you remembered the event quite well. you managed to get a ferrari temporary tattoo on your arm as a joke and your father gave you a stern talking to. especially because it was clearly seen in most photos of the event.

you thought it was funny, but you didn't want your old man yapping at you if you strolled up in a mercedes shirt and lewis on your arm.

you kissed once more, you felt the curl of orgasm in your gut as he moved against you. you held his face as you kissed him. you felt warmth pool in your gut.

you held onto him tighter as you felt the orgasm swirl in your body. you panted close to him and said, "i'm close. shit, lewis."

he nodded, "perfect. cum for me, pretty girl." he made it his mission to make you finish. he tightened his grip onto you and really put in the work.

it wasn't long before you were holding onto him as tightly as you could. you tensed up around him and let out a cute, almost pathetic moan as you came.

you still held onto him as you relaxed and let him continue to fuck you. his orgasm was close behind as he really thrusted up into you. your pussy was a wet heat that made his head spin as he finally got to his peak and finished inside of you.

he admired the sight of your face as he moved through his orgasm. he eventually slowed down to a stop and panted heavily as he looked down at you. he admired the sight of you for a moment, he kissed you once more and said.

"i really wonder if your father knows. about all this. that you'll one day be my mrs. hamilton." he smiled as he gave you a soft thrust in effect.

"shut up, hamilton." you said as you reached to his face and covered it with your hand.

you laid there in a sweaty mess. you watched lewis get out of bed to grab his phone from his pants pocket. he came back and knelt between your legs. earlier he wanted to film the entirety of you fucking, but thing moved a little too fast for that.

he did however prod at your pussy with his fingers and watched his pearly cum ooze of your fucked hole. he filmed it briefly for his personal collection. how he ruined horner's daughter for any other man.

when he finished filming, he took a few photos of you naked body. he'll be needing this in the weeks to come. in fairness, if he ruined you for other men. then you ruined him for other women.

one last picture of your pretty pussy and he was content.

"lewis." you said.

"yes?" he asked as he got a close up photo of your face as you still panted heavily, coming down from your high. the sight made him hard once more.

"oh, you pervert." you said as you reached for him.

-

the following weekend you were around the paddock as usual. you had greeted your father earlier and he was happy to see you. you kept your hands behind your back as to make sure your old man didn't see what was around your wrist.

but when lewis saw it, he felt a curl of possessiveness in his gut. he even went as far as to take your wrist and looked at the gold bracelet. on it was a charm that was two simple numbers, '44'. lewis kissed your wrist and looked into your eyes.

"next time." he said, "i'll get you something a little more noticeable. that you can't hide from your dad." he chuckled. he really was a menace. <3

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write hcs for how everyone would be at a carnival?? Thank you<3

The Best of All Amenities (All x MC/Reader - Carnival/Amusement Park HCs)

I'M BACK MOTHERFUCKERS >:D

Hello my beloved Anon, I hope you have an awesome day/night! <33 Thanks for letting me write this for you, and I'm sorry for the extreme lateness of this. I'm on my knees right now forgive me Anon raaaa.

Btw I'm getting back into the habit of writing so cut me some slack for this one. I'm also not experienced with carnivals at all so I apologise for potential inaccuracies my dear. </33

Post-Completion A/N: I just realised this said carnival instead of fucking amusement park I'm so done. I tried to make it work for both I'm sorry Anonnie. i'm sorry but have this anywayy because i've never been to a carnival and don't know what the hell goes on there and also I am kinda silly and if this is inaccurate I apologise

T.W.: Mentions of vomiting.

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Amenities: something that helps to provide comfort, convenience, or enjoyment. 

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Brittney is a walking carnival let's be real.

Like her hair screams classic circus-tent except the white and red is pink and blue.

Would get cotton candy and judgmentally eat it while surveying the rides.

Y'all would be going around looking at everything.

She's probably gonna try to not get on anything because she's shitting herself at the thought of getting on a coaster frfr "not bothered".

Will carry iced coffee around, she somehow has an endless surplus of coffee. It's genuinely terrifying.

You both will wander around and gossip, along with judging the outfits of everyone else like it's a fashion strip.

Will get angry af if the line takes too long.

Will get on at least 1 ride out of spite, ends up almost vomiting. "Never again."

Y'all are paparazzi tho like shit's crazy with how many photos you both take of each other. shame it ain't the kinky kind

Deryl would go berserk. Like this boy will literally lose his marbles from joy.

If you invite him to any gathering, amusement park, carnival (hell any park at all), this boy will be dragging you everywhere.

Indecisive about where to go.

Very indecisive about what to eat. he'll harass you for food teehee

Is the type to get really excited about rollercoasters, until it's your turns to go on one.

In that case he'll start panicking.

You'll have to convince him he's not gonna die.

Will be quaking in his boots from fear.

Don't worry he gets on the ride anyway. Especially if he gets one from you after.

Will just be having a blast despite the terror tbh.

Will not go into any haunted house tho.

Like he will sprint out of there.

You'll have to run after him so he won't get lost lmfao.

Will expect emotional support from you after.

You both have a massive ton of fun tho prepare for more bedroom edition fun later.

Jess will be sceptical.

Don't get her wrong, she'd love to go.

But she's shy and a massive homebody.

and can't socialise to save her life

When you both get there, she'll be overwhelmed by the amount of people.

Sorry broski you're gonna have to do the talking.

Will be scared af of the rides, will clutch onto you for dear life.

May be the type to silently vanish and reappear because she's a midget often caught up in staring at venues and looking at things.

Will be the type to just cling to you tbh

She's either glued to you or unstick so hard and fast she'll teleport to the other side of the planet.

You'll probs take photos tbh, she does have an internet influence.

Y'all will be discussing each others' fav idols and celebs over desserts.

And of course loving each other's company and hopefully bodies.

Crowe will be happy to go wherever with you.

So he'll def be willing to do anything at this entertainment complex.

Yáll are probs gonna grab some snacks and take more mellow rides tbh.

He doesn't seem the type to like really violent ones.

Will probably be the type to just observe you go on a ride.

Will also take photos. He wants to admire you remember this day. <33

Will hold your drinks as well.

Will just serve as your porter and server let's be real.

He'll def go on the more chill rides tho.

Will even let his hair down to feel the wind. >:]

and also so you can pull it ngh

10/10 hair pulling sesh would do again yeehaw

You both have an epic day together. Time for an even sexier night

Hyugo would have already been dragging you places.

So when he stumbles upon the existence of this place, you bet he's taking you there.

Y'all are gonna be fucking parading around.

He's gonna just *point* somewhere and you're going.

Like it's not even a question or a debate.

He'll have a maniacal grin on his face while doing it too.

i'm scared send help

shawty getting a tad cray cray here

You're going on a ride hehe and he's gonna stare ahead very intently, grip the steel bar and have a very spoopy grin on his face.

Has a blast.

Y'all go everywhere, you make time for everything.

He'll shoot people in the line to make sure you have time teehee

y'all wont get arrested cause his daddy's got money

Oh. And candy.

You both eat all the candy.

You both also spend like 2 hours vomiting because of how much candy you had.

10/10 would puke guts out again.

But you both genuinely just have a blast. Shame it ain't a blast of smth white and sticky.

Geo will spawn at the venue with the most monotone expression ever. he's still shocked you invited him teehee

Will recoil at the sight of the massive crowds, will probably drag you off somewhere quieter.

Alas there aren't that many 'quiet' places to go to, so he'll grow to tolerate it (because of you and only you).

Will be the type to order food that he knows you like felt like getting, gives it to you anyway.

Will not be caught dead going on a ride, the screaming irritates him too much.

Unless you beg enough, then he'll do one of his choosing. (it's the most violent one because he wants you to stop calling him a scaredy-cat).

Will be dead silent the whole time, gets off unfazed AF (he'll be hiding his nausea dwdw).

Will also probably hide his face because...his influence, his reputation, (his beautiful sexy face), the fucking paparazzi.

Will probably try to make you go somewhere else with him after, like a cafe or smth, somewhere 'peaceful'.

Does enjoy himself though, will probably not admit it due to...pride.

Only thing is; nowhere's more peaceful than your bed teehee

Sol literally will be squealing with joy if you ask him to go anywhere with you.

This man is too down bad to live.

May or may not buy ice cream so he can watch you sensually lick it.

This bastard will 110% enter any form of haunted house just to see if you'd (hopefully) cling to him.

Will end up clutching your hand either way. <333

Everything is on him, like. E v e r y t h i n g. even you!!

You can't pay for anything, 'tis illegal.

Will be the type to just sit on a ride and hold back a smile because he's not bothered to scream like everyone else (he hates it when people do that, will probs wear headphones for the noise), so he'll just sit there and quietly rejoice.

Will bring his own food beforehand, in case you both don't wanna spend money on the stupidly expensive food there.

Is genuinely happy af tho, this guy will do whatever you want, win whatever you want.

Also will threaten people to move out of the line if they're holding it up or something.

Has no shame.

And that's okay.

Because the shameful things he does in the bedroom is more than enough to balance it out. ;)

You both have a banger time tho. *claps approvingly*

[devlovesrobstar]

Hit me with your favorite RobStar post-Tokyo headcanons

Here's mine:

-They tried going on their first date in Tokyo but the paparazzi were everywhere so they decided to save it for when they got back to Jump

-When they're back and settled into the tower, they go to the carnival they went to in "Sisters" for their first date

-Theyre both kinda shy about physical touch at first, but when they start getting used to it they quickly realize that they're both a little physically clingy. Not anything super PDA-ish, but it's not unusual to find them cuddled up on the couch or Robin with his hand around her waist

-Starfire likes to sit with him while he stays up late doing office-work. Robin wasn't sure about her joining him at first because he was so used to holing up by himself but he ends up enjoying her company

-Starfire usually ends up falling asleep on his desk and he carries her to her bed when he's done working

-The team teases the two of them over being all "lovey-dovey" but they genuinely love their relationship and would be devastated for them if they broke up

-Raven loves them both but Robin most definitely got the "if you go all hero mode and mess things up with her I will be PISSED" talk

-Robin tends to wake up earlier than Starfire and likes to make her breakfast

-Starfire's hella ticklish and you can't tell me that Robin isn't a lil asshole who pokes her side or squeezes her knee every now and then

-Even though she's resilient to the cold, Robin still gives Starfire his cape to cover up with when they get caught in the rain during missions because he knows she prefers to be warm

I've loved these two for over 10 years and have plenty of other headcanons if yall are down to hear 🔥🔥

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Random JJK Writing Playlists!

Moreso for me, since I have so many songs I listen to I tend to forget their names 🥲

These are just the songs I play whenever I write for them! Listening to songs really helps set the mood for a writing session. Will probs update the more I write.

Yandere! Yuji x Reader Playlist

Suicidal Idol - Ecstacy (Slowed ver.) The Neighbourhood - A Little Death (Sped Up ver.) She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart Meg Myers - Desire (Slowed ver.) Poets of the Fall - Carnival of Rust Nicholas Bonnin x Angelica - Shut Up And Listen (Slowed ver.)

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[katebishopfan]

Politely Declined (H.S)

Summary: Hailee and Y/n are secretly dating, but what happens when Griffin asks her out?

Y/n POV:

The bright neon lights of the carnival tents fill my vision as Hailee and I walk along trying to figure out our next move at the giant event. The Weston Carnival is a staple of this town and today my girlfriend and I have spent our entire day here.

"Oh my god! We should go to the petting zoo!" Hailee announces excitedly, pointing at a sign that say "Petting Zoo: Age 2-12". I frown at the age limit and turn to Hailee who's looking up at pleadingly.

"We can try but they might not let us in do the apparent fact we're not twelve." She nods and I grab her hand. "Even if you look short enough to be one." I add teasingly. Hailee gasps dramatically and slaps my arm.

"Y/n M/n L/n, how dare you!" She exclaims in mock outrage as I giggle quietly.

"Mmm, I love spending time with you." I murmur softly, connecting our pinkies softly.

"Me too baby." She hums before letting go of my pinkie softly and looking up at me.

"HAILEE!!" A voice calls loudly and we both turn around. The voice belongs to none other than Griffin Steinfeld, Hailee's older brother. He's walking towards us with a couple of his friends and Hailee smiles brightly at the sight of him. I've always loved how Griff and Hailee get along so well, they really are sibling goals.

"Griffy!!!!" Hailee squeals, jumping into his arms excitedly. I smile at how cute Hailee looks and Griffin smiles back at me.

"Hey Y/n/n, how have you been?" Griffin asks as he places Hailee down. "Pretty good, how about you?" I reply as I give him a big hug. Griffin always has the best hugs. Don't tell Hailee I said that though, her hugs will always be number one but his are a close second.

"Ehh can't complain." He turns towards his friends who are all smiling at me. Ugh, men. "These are my friends, Dean, Lucas and Jesse." Griffin explains happily and I nod at each one of them. I feel Hailee subtly move closer and I refrain from smirking at her obvious jealousy. I know she hates not being out but she's scared how her family will react, even if they're amazing and supportive on all fronts.

"It's nice to meet you." Hailee says with a fake smile and clenched jaw. Their eyes spring away from me as they glance over at Hailee and nod each one of them muttering a quiet greeting.

"We were just about to try and slip into the petting zoo, would you like to join us?" I offer politely, secretly hoping they would decline. Griffin's eyes light up and he smiles brightly at me glancing over at his friends.

"We would love to, right guys?" Griff replies shaking the three boys from their insistent staring.

"Wait what's happening?" Dean asks in a confused tone. Shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts and focus on Griffin.

"We're going to the petting zoo." Hailee repeats in an unimpressed tone. I sneakily brush my pinkie finger past Hailees's trying to offer her some comfort. Her composure relaxes immediately but she doesn't look over at me.

"Yeah, yeah. Um that sounds fun." Lucas agrees along with Dean and Jesse who just nod.

"Great, let's go!" Griffin announces excitedly grabbing my hand. I subtly glance back at Hailee as I Griff pulls me along and find her eyes staring directly back at me. My hand slowly drifts out to grab hers, my body desperately wanting the connection. I hear the annoying click of the paparazzi's camera and I let my hand fall back. Her face starts to fall but she quickly catches it, plastering a fake smile back onto her face as more people start to swarm.

"Y/n, will you be in season two of Hawkeye?!"

"Over here Hailee!"

"Y/n, you're holding hands with Griffin. Does this mean you're dating?!" I drop Griffin's hand and ignore them.

"C'mon guys give us something!" I turn back at Hailee and find trapped, a circle of paparazzi bombarding her with questions. My blood boils and before I know it I'm pushing my way through the crowd. I grab Hailee's hand and then protectively wrap my arm around her waist.

"We will not be answering any questions today, sorry and have a nice day." I announce guiding Hailee out of the way while holding a hand out to shoo people away. I don't even have time to savor the feeling Hailee's body being against mine as I walk briskly over to Griffin who is looking very annoyed.

"Thank you for saving me." Hailee murmurs softly, cuddling up to me sneakily. I smile brightly as her head nestles into the crook of my neck. The moment of affection is brief because Hailee moves her head away once Griffin clears his throat.

"Well, should we try to get into the petting zoo?" He asks, mostly waiting for my reaction. I glance over at Hailee who shakes her head.

"Nah, the paps are here so I wouldn't want to get in trouble and have it make the headlines." I decide, looking around for something to do.

"How about the Ferris Wheel?" Griffin suggests. I feel my heartbeat quicken at the thought of being so high but I try to hide it with a smile.

"Sure, I don't think we've done that yet right ba-Haiz?" I barely catch myself in time but Hailee smiles at the pet name.

"Uhm, no we haven't.. Are you sure you're okay with going that high?" She asks, the tone of concern in her voice apparent. I nod and Griffin claps.

"Alright Ferris Wheel it is then, let's go!" I try to walk with Hailee but Griff grabs my hand and pulls me along. My phone buzzes and I already know who it is.

My Pretty Girl <3 Are you sure you're okay with the heights? I can fake a sudden illness and you can stay with me.

Me I'm sure I'll be fine. Let's try and get our own booth.

My Pretty Girl <3 It's two to a booth so it should be easy <3

Me Great!

Hailee POV:

I look up from my phone as Y/n looks back at me with that cute little smile she always has when she's happy. I'm a little nervous for her to go in the Ferris Wheel because it's very high and Y/n is terribly afraid of heights, but she said it would be fine. Plus I'll be there to support her if she needs me.

"Alright guys, welcome to the Ferris Wheel. We have a four seater here for the friends if the couple wants to go together." I nod and smile. Griffin smile widens and I realize he's talking about Y/n and Griff.

"Oh well, um Hailee and I could also go together if you want to go with your friends." Y/n suggests glancing back at with a mix of panic and apology.

"No it's fine Y/n I'll go with you." Griffin replies happily. I clench my jaw and walk over to the booth where Dean, Jesse and Lucas are already sitting. Y/n stares at me sympathetically and furrows her brow unhappily.

"Are you sure you don't want to go with your friends? I mean Hailee and I have always had this dream of taking a picture together at the top of a Ferris Wheel-"

"It's fine Y/n." I interrupt her. Her smiles sinks even further and I feel slightly bad for interrupting her. She nods slowly and gets into the booth a few down. Whelp, there goes my plan to comfort her.

Y/n POV:

I can already feel the panic in my system rising but I try to push it away and focus on Griffin. We're sitting beside each other which is somewhat comforting I guess, but I just want my girlfriend. Hailee always knows exactly how to calm me down and I need that right now.

"The ride is starting in." "3" "2" "1"

We slowly start to move and I take several deep breaths, somewhat trying to keep myself calm.

"So how is work going?" Griffin asks turning towards me. I barely hear him as we slowly start our ascent.

"I- um, it's going well how about yours? How is the world famous NASCAR driver doing?" I ask, feeling my breath start to leave my body.

"It's….which is…." I try to listen but my body is completely focused on how close we are to the top. "I also need to….these feelings…I really like yo-…" I try to comprehend what he said and form a response but my body doesn't cooperate. I stay silent as we start to descend but I realize what he said and I turn to look at him.

I open my mouth to speak but I get cut off by his lips on mine. He retracts slowly and I stare at him in complete shock. He kisses me again and I squeal pushing him off as we reach the bottom, the ride coming to a stop. I hurriedly climb out and walk right up to Hailee pulling her by the hand to behind a building.

Hailee POV

I wait nervously for Y/n at the bottom and hope that's she doing okay. Her face as she comes down looks distant and slightly panicked which makes me worried. She turns towards Griffin and he KISSES HER?! She pulls away immediately and stares at him before her kisses her AGAIN!!!! This time she shoves him away and the booth stops right in front of me. She gets out with Griffin scrambling after her and grabs my hand pulling me behind some building.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't get out and I didn't hear him because I was too focused on how high we were then he kissed me so I froze then he did it again but I love you and I-" Her words continue spilling out but I can only focus on three of them.

"You love me?" I ask quietly, my heart bursting with joy at the admission. "Of course baby. I love you." She replies like its such an obvious thing.

"I love you too and I'm not mad at you I promise." I reply softly caressing her cheek. She blushes and her eyes glance down at my lips. I slam my lips onto her trying to take her surprise so I can keep my dominance but her tongue quickly slips into my mouth and she pushes me up against the wall. Her hand grazes my thigh innocently before lifting it up and raising it to her hip. I run my hands through her hair and tug softly on a strand causing her to release a muffled whimper.

"You can't do that love." She mumbles into my mouth her lips continuing to move against mine, our mouths slotting together so perfectly.

"Why not darling?" I ask cheekily already knowing the answer.

"Because it makes me too horny." She replies boldly all the sudden rubbing her thigh against my center. I groan at the feeling and throw my head back softly. I try to grind on her but the pressure is gone as quickly as it started. I whine and try to connect our lips again but she only softly pecks mine before letting my leg slowly drop down.

"That's no fairrrrrr." I complain as she starts to walk away. She chuckles lightly and takes my hand, spinning me into her arms.

"I'll make it up to you later." She whispers sultrily. I shiver at the feeling of her breath on my ear and nod hastily.

Y/n POV:

I walked back towards Griffin and the other boys without Hailee's hand in mine, suddenly feeling much smaller.

"Hey, c-can we talk?" Griffin asks nervously, his hand on the back of his neck. I nod my head awkwardly and glance at Hailee who gives me an encouraging smile.

"Let's go over here." I decide pointing to a bench slightly off the path. We walk over quietly and I sit down beckoning him to do the same.

"I'm sorry for kissing you." He mumbles, a deep blush covering his cheeks. I hum in acknowledgment before rolling my shoulders and beginning to speak.

"I really care about you Griffin, I do. I love you, but as a brother. Hailee's my.. Well she and I are really close, and I love you both. I'm really sorry Griff." He takes a deep breath and sighs.

"I understand, thanks for being honest with me." I nod opening up arms. He smiles moves closer letting me wrap my arms around him. After a few moments I draw back and stand up. We walk back in a more comfortable silence and I smile at Hailee who smiles back. Griffin's friends on the other hand are shaking their head at him.

"Well, Y/n and I might head back to my apartment now but we had a really lovely time with you guys." Hailee announces before grabbing my hand and pulling me away.

"Why are you in such a rush darling?" I ask as we walk off.

"Shut up I'm horny."

A/N

Make sure to check my Wattpad, I have ALL my oneshots posted there.

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Hello Ghost! First of all, I just want to say I fell in love with your writing and use of words (they’re simple but they carry a strange energy -in a positive way- with them)

Second of all, can I request what would be like to be in a platonic relationship with King Dice and Devil would be?

A/N: Ahh this compliment means a lot!!! 

I tend to fret over how to phrase certain things. It feels really reassuring to hear that about my work! Please do forgive me for taking so long to get to your request, and please do not be afraid to reach out to me to make any adjustments!!

A side note: I wasn’t quite sure which portrayal of the characters you would’ve preferred, so I did my best to borrow traits from both the game and the show!

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Platonic! King Dice Relationship Hcs:

Oh, boy. Between his job as Inkwell Hell Casino’s manager, The Devil’s right hand man, and media darling, a day off for King Dice is as rare as a blue moon. Both of your schedules hardly ever align, leaving you to not hear much from the man until maybe about a week or even months. 

And yet, the minute the two of you do find the time, it’s as if only a day has passed by. Thanks to years of maintaining and polishing his public appearance, King Dice is able to pick up where you both last left off with ease. He’ll gladly recount any gossip or this month’s paramour– going into every scandalous detail and relishing your raucous laughter as he goes on about some poor schmuck that tried to roll his dice, if you could catch his meaning. 

Granted, if you’re the less talkative type, it’ll throw him for a loop in the first stages of your friendship. He’s so used to coworkers, reporters, and adoring fans clamoring to speak to him– desperate to know him that he’s forgotten what silence was like. Of course, once he’s past that stage and grown comfortable, it turns out King Dice could happily speak for the both of you. So much so that there are times you think the man just loves the sound of his own voice. 

He does, but that’s besides the point. 

Time spent together is usually over the phone.  With the aforementioned work schedule and a paparazzi that’s so eager to stir the pot if Dice so much as breathes, he’ll usually cold call you while he’s poring over paperwork– eager for someone normal to talk to lest he go mad. 

The conversation doesn’t end when he’s done with work, either. He’s most certainly the type of person to walk about his office, phone in hand and the earpiece tucked against his shoulder while he idly walks around. 

Being famous has its perks. King Dice would use his popularity and status to share some of the high life with you. Oh, he’s gotten a gift from some overpriced luxury brand or a pompous admirer? Babes, you could probably use it more than he can– sell it, keep it, he doesn’t mind either way. You want the chance to try out the food from the new exclusive restaurant in town? Get your things, he could make a reservation for dinner for the two of you in thirty minutes.

While the allure of the glitz and glam of fame is what he’s used to, King Dice can’t help but feel oddly sentimental over the small gifts or gestures you send his way. You once won a little teddy bear with a purple tie from the carnival, and when you proudly presented your gifted trophy, he’ll huff and roll his eyes; his chalk-white face steadily growing pinker by the second while his lips wobble between a frown and dorky little smile. He’s too old for that!

He’s a liar. He loves it. Dice has a little shelf where Bear Dice lives on. Any imp that touches it will immediately get a fancy dress shoe rammed into their ugly mug. 

Listen, he’s a lovely friend to have, but he’s brutally honest. Even when it’s inappropriate to do so. Dice values the truth and expects you to be as honest with him. 

“Doll. I respect you, but you dress like a middle-aged lawyer going through her third divorce.”

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Platonic! Devil Relationship Hcs:

Truth be told, the fact that you’re still alive and not some soulless husk is proof enough that The Devil likes you. You’re one of the few souls unafraid of him and one of the even fewer that don’t annoy him. 

Can and will appear in your home unannounced. There are countless times where you’ve woken up in the dead of night to loud crashes in your kitchen, where you’ll find the demon raiding your fridge (you’re out of milk, by the way). Or during the times when you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep, chest tight and lungs fit to burst. You slowly open your eyes– 

Only to be met with the distorted face of the Devil. Eyes wide, hollow, and pupils blown out as he stands over you in bed.

You now made it mandatory for him to announce when he’ll be coming over. Bastard still keeps it ominous as possible by only leaving notes as warnings. 

The Devil hates it when people try to touch him yet he has no qualms invading your personal space. He’s used his height to intimidate people for so long that it just becomes second nature to lean over you or stand uncomfortably close. 

Speaking of said height, he’s a complete shithead about it, too. If the Devil feels like you’ve talked enough, he’ll just take his hand and envelop your entire face. Bite him and he’ll curse you out. 

Vulnerability is a weakness that others can take advantage of in Hell. Though the demon does enjoy your presence, he can’t find it in himself to let himself be sappy or sentimental. Any sweet gestures are almost always followed by some insult to mask his true emotions.

Think that one incorrect quote meme/textpost from a while ago: “I missed you. I thought your lil’ ugly ass went and joined the soul circus.” 

The Devil can’t help but feel frustrated with himself for feeling his traitorous heart flutter whenever you casually refer to him as your friend. He’s got all the power in the world and is free to do what he wishes with it, but it could get lonely at the top. 

All too eager to offer to kill anyone that even slightly inconveniences you. You may snort and try to laugh it off, but the blank stare that he gives you in return can’t help but unnerve you. He’s not joking. 

He’s an enabler at heart and will encourage you to be irresponsible, consequences be damned. If anything, you’re probably going to have to be the mom friend here.

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[xuchiya]

"Chapter 8: Yeosang saves the day!" || kang yeosang [a mini-series]

|| next: chapter 9 || if you haven't read the previous chapter, here's the masterlist.

genre: non!idol yeosang. fluff. angst. violence. mentions: gun. knives. attempt murder/kidnapping. blood. anxiety attack.

"my lady as much as I want to drive that ... chariot as our runaway vehicle ... you're on your own."

"KANG YEOSANG?!"

The next few weeks were a blur of chaos and confusion. The company's stock prices plummeted, partnerships that once seemed rock-solid began to crumble without explanation— pulling out in just a phone call. Having Karina looking at you with a down look as the call from one of the investors had suddenly stopped cooperating with your corporations, and rumours of illegal activities swirled around your family’s business like a dark cloud.

You groan, clicking the exit button with so much frustration after reading the article. It is false information, so much malice in each word and not even a hint of truth, “Karina…”

“Yes lady?” She bows her head which you did wave off a little bit, “One please don’t bow and second, can you look for this resource and take it down? If they did not for the next 24 hours,  file a case for my lawyer.”

She nodded, looking at her tablet before walking to her desk.

At first, you tried to manage the crisis, believing it to be a series of unfortunate coincidences. But as more partnerships retreated and the media started publishing scathing articles, your confusion turned into despair. The articles were brutal, accusing the company of engaging in illegal trades and using banned substances to manipulate partnerships. Your father's once-stellar reputation was being dragged through the mud, and by association, so was yours.

Then all of these articles suggested that you had admitted to feeling overwhelmed and distrusting your team. It painted a picture of a leader who was losing control and questioning the loyalty of those around her. Daniel's seemingly innocent questions from that fateful night now twisted into damning evidence against you. Each day brought a new wave of bad news, and with every plummet of the stock prices, your father's temper flared hotter. His frustration grew with every lost partnership and damaging headline. The tension in the office was palpable, a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

Then, the final blow: a paparazzi photo of you and Yeosang at a carnival, taken out of context and blown into a full-blown scandal. The headlines screamed about inappropriate relationships and misuse of company resources. 

Your heart drops, feeling your face drain from its natural color as you stare at the headline of you and Yeosang. It was undeniably you in the photo, the angle looks like you both are in an intimate position and moment. It killed from the inside on how people can manipulate their words with just one photo and boom! There goes the story and accusations. It was a harmless date— a unwind and relaxing day for you that you were forever thankful for Yeosang. 

It enrages you how people find ways to bring you down after seeing you so high up and above them but nothing can beat your father’s fury was immediate and unrestrained. A knock on your office door divided your attention, “Yes?”

Karina’s head poke in with a troubled look, “Lady … your father is looking for you.” You already know how these will go down and you are ready.

Or so you thought. 

"You think this is a game?!" he shouted, slamming his fists on the desk as the latest scandalous newspaper hit it. "Do you have any idea what you've done to our reputation? First all the percentages did not only drop by five percent but it went down to twenty?!" His nose was flared, if mythical creatures are true then he represents a raging dragon— ready to burn anything in crisp. Maybe including you, if mercy is in his dictionary.

“We can still make this work! It is not yet too late to talk to the media–..”

“Silence!” His voice echoes throughout the room making you immediately shut your mouth.

He moved around his desk, smacking his hand on the big whiteboard attached to the wall far left to his desk where various numbers and pictures of the company displayed, “Not only that but your great grandfather’s partnership?! Do you know how long he worked hard to earn their trust to invest in this corporation?!”

“I have talk them through— I insisted…–” 

“Yet nothing works! … And this—” He suddenly pulled out a bunch of photos, throwing them on the floor. Your eyes focus on the two familiar figures. A different angle between you and Yeosang at the carnival. A stolen photo. 

"I was just trying to unwind, Father! It was one night—"

"One night? Look at the damage!" He picked up the newspaper and waved it in your face, the headline blaring your name alongside scandalous accusations. "Our partners are pulling out, our stock is crashing, and now this! The media is having a field day with our family's name."

You stood your ground, but your voice wavered. "I didn’t do anything wrong. I do not know where all of these are rooted but I have contacted Seonghwa and  Jeonghan about all of these and they are taking care of them! Mr. Kim is still with us— we should be grateful for him and sticking with us! And Yeosang, dad — he is just my bodyguard."

"Just your bodyguard?" His voice rose to a fever pitch. "This isn’t just about you anymore. This is about the entire company, our legacy. Yes! I am grateful  to Mr. Kim but it does not change anything! How could you be so careless?! Every day, we are losing millions! Our reputation is in tatters, and all because you couldn’t handle all these on your hands and keep your personal life out of the public eye!"

His words started to get hurt each time he opened his mouth. It went one ear out to the other yet it left a stinging pain all down to your body and mostly down to your heart. You have never thought you would end up in this situation, a time and moment where you wish that if you did this or that— anything would counter this situation.

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Your breath ragged from keeping your emotions inside, "I'm not the one causing these problems. There's something else going on here, something we’re not seeing. Father please."

"Stop making excuses!" His face was red with rage, veins bulging in his neck. "You think this is a conspiracy? It's your incompetence! You need to get your act together and fix this. Now."

You watch his figure retreat back to his desk, opening one button of his coat; gaze hard as he look outside his window before turning back to you and speaking those words you never thought he would spat on you out of rage, 

“How can I be so proud of you when all you do is fail and disappoint me all the time.”

The weight of his words crushed you, and without another word, you turned and fled out of the office. Karin and Mingi called after you, but you ignored them, running through the building and out into the bustling city streets. You didn’t stop running until the company building was a distant silhouette behind you, bumping into strangers each time it blurs and fresh salty tears stream down your face. 

Your heart raced when a car screeched to a halt in front of you, the driver leaning out of the window to yell profanities. But you barely registered his words, your mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. You kept running, desperate to find somewhere, anywhere, where you could find peace. Panting, you find yourself lost in the maze of the city— Just like Shibuya Prefecture, it is crowded with pedestrians while you stand in the middle of the throng, feeling like you are drowning in a sea of faces. Your makeup was ruined, hair disheveled, and your spirit shattered.

If calling a name like a mantra would bring back those people you deeply love and are attached to, you would have done it a thousand times but your mouth never opens and only hope it would come on its own to save you. 

On queue, rainfall started to drop on top of your head and sooner you were drenched from head to toe. Clothes clinging to your skin, a puff of air leaving your lips as the coldness turns your body into the depths of numbness; the weather and the season soon changing, drastically.

“My lady?” It was as if hope and the mantra you kept saying inside your head and the agony cannons to those who can feel your pain and sorrow, finally answered. As you spun on your heavy feet, you were faced with a confused Yeosang.

He stood there also drenching from head to toe, his hair down and unkept and his normal uniform you usually saw in him now replaced by a hoodie and dark jeans. Under his arm is his helmet. 

“Y-Yeosang?” you shakily walked towards him, fighting the part of your mind that insisted this was just a cruel trick but when he moved towards you and held your hand; pulling suddenly close to his chest as the sound of the beep of a car echoes your ears but what you heard the most is how fast is heart beats on your ear. 

“I’ll take you it that nothing good happen and you’ll get sick so I'll bring you back to mine.” You did not speak further nor did Yeosang speak more. Without a word, he reached out and took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. As he led you through the crowded streets, his body became a protective shield, ensuring no one bumped into you. He subtly maneuvered himself to block the view of any passerby who might recognize you, keeping you hidden from prying eyes and potential scandal.

His presence was a barrier against the chaos, a constant, calming force amid the storm. With every step, you felt a little more secure, knowing Yeosang was there, guiding you away from the prying public and the relentless pressures that had been consuming you.

When you reached the shop, you heard him click his tongue in annoyance as he turned around with a contemplated look, lips pressed into thin lines, “Just a slight problem…”

You sniffed a little bit as your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, “Why?”

“Well I did not expect to see you nor would we bump into each other so … I did not bring my extra helmet and my home is at least 6 or 7 blocks down from here.” You shake your head already seeing the wheels in his brain turning, “Yeosang I can literally hear your thoughts and we are not going down the street with me having no helmet on!”

 He chuckles, unbuckling the strap of the helmet and placing it on your head, as he leans down on the visor area, staring at you with a playful look , “Yeah?”

,,,, 

“KANG YEOSANG! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!” You held on to Yeosang tightly as he accelerated more than the usual speed required in the city, Yeosang suddenly pulls front part of the motorbike up in the air— a wheelie— making you yelp and hold on to dear life and call more saints inside your head, 

“Come on my lady! Are you ready?!”

“Argh! Let's get over it!” You could only hear Yeosang laugh through the harsh wind as he waves through past the cars then benking to turn down the street. He turned to you and you could visibly see his birthmark and the crinkles in his eyes— his wet hair swishing on the wind as he turned back around, “That’s my lady!”

Even with the roaring wind underneath the helmet, you felt your heart skipping a beat as you glance at him through the side mirrors. With all the chaos happening in just minutes, you had totally forgotten what happened back in the corporation and the harsh words of your father; you may be labelled as a delusion but Yeosang’s presence had diminished any sort of negative out of your life and being able to see him after months of his resignation.

You were beyond happy and over the moon relief to see him even in the midst of the crowd. It was like fate brought you back to him when you needed him (and probably him needing you the most).

Surprisingly and fortunately, after calling whatever saint you have on your mind left your lips; you arrive at his apartment safe and sound. You hop off the motorbike (with shaking legs) with his help, and remove his helmet, you hear the motorbike turning off with his soft chuckles, “Get used to it, my lady.”

You turned to him with a blank look, “Get used to it?! You swerve each of those cars, beat the red light multiple times and manage to enrage a cop?! Plus you have no gahd damn helmet on! So hell to the no!” He chuckles, taking the helmet from you. You huff making your hair blow away from your face. Your reaction was satisfying in Yeosang’s end as he watches you mumble about being dangerous while taming your wild hair, your golden-brown skin glistening under the lamppost  before turning to him.

“Yeo … we’re gonna get sick.” That snapped him out of his thoughts and cleared his throat to brush off his awkwardness. He swung his leg out of his motorbike, tucking his helmet under his arm, the same arm was a black plastic bag; using his free hand, he grabbed your hand and walked towards the elevator.

After pressing the 8th floor button, he leans on the silver bar and blows out a relieved breath. Catching your eye, he flashes a charming smirk. "Over here," he says, gesturing with an open arm. You hesitate for a beat, unsure of his sudden boldness. He seems to sense your apprehension, shaking his head with a playful smile. Reaching out, he gently takes your arm and pulls you closer, holding you loosely against his side.

You tilt your head to peek up at him, a questioning "Yeo?" escaping your lips.

He meets your gaze, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He notices a flicker of something in your expression – maybe not discomfort, but a touch of confusion. This earns him a soft chuckle. "Well, with no prying eyes or stuffy protocols around," he murmurs, voice dropping a playful octave, "I finally get to have you close like this."

“What–”

Before you can even stammer out a response, he cuts you off with a teasing grin. "My brilliant lady," he continues, "imagine this – all day you navigate the corporate jungle, juggling numbers, percentages, and intricate company collaborations. You strategize for a dozen objectives, and on top of that, you manage to be a star student, a certified magna cum laude, no less! But..." he trails off dramatically, leaning closer to you to which in your instinct, moving your head backwards,  "do you have even the slightest clue what 'boyfriend' means?"

His teasing question sends a blush creeping up your cheeks at his unexpected praise and playful accusation. You cannot deny nor confirm anything about that last statement— sure your sister have set you up once in a while but you reject the thought of having to meet up with a stranger to fulfil your delusions or fantasies yet here you are in a situation where you couldn’t even breathe much air as how close you are to him or think of what to do next.

“I—” With the sound of the elevator ‘ding’, you took this chance to pull yourself away from him and burn yourself at the other corner of the elevator as a few more people stepped inside. It created a small distance between the two of you yet you could still feel his eyes on you and still feel those cheeks burning.

It took a while to get to Yeosang’s floor, As he brought you inside his apartment; he let you in first before closing the door behind him and the sensory lights open to help you see through the darkness of the hallway before entering the main room. As you were both removing your (semi-wet) shoes on the floor, you were greeted by a small white puff ball– barking oddly similar to a squeaky toy. 

Half of your body spun to see a maltese almost just the same height as Yeosang’s ankles. Tail wagging excitedly upon seeing his owner, looking up to him with its tongue out. “Hello Pom Pom.” The maltese— Pom Pom barks before scurrying away, hoping to get the message to play with him although with your sudden presence it whimpers in surprise before running off, disappearing somewhere else.

“Oh? I didn’t mean to scare her away.” Yeosang chuckles, grabbing a towel that was hanging off his chair and tossing it to you to which you catch it poorly and get caught up in your face. He moves towards the kitchen and pulls out two mugs, “Don’t worry, he always does that whenever Yunho and Seonghwa visit— he always runs away looking for his sister for back up. And even in his tiny form, he bites a lot.”

You smile hearing the cuteness of his dog until you realise what he had mentioned, brows furrowed in confusion, “Hold on— his sister? You have two dogs?” He nodded and to prove that he was telling the truth, the ‘sister’ walked in. You have to hold on two of the dining chairs on how you were suddenly terrified, knees buckling.

A sleek shadow slipped through the hallway. Unlike the playful Maltese, she'd described, this newcomer was all sharp angles and coiled muscle. A Doberman Pinscher, its coat a glistening black, stalked into the room. Its powerful legs moved with a silent grace that belied its formidable size.  Ears, cropped to sharp points, twitched with alertness, and intelligent brown eyes scanned the room, settling on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The Doberman paused, head held high, its powerful chest barely brushing the doorway. It wasn't snarling or growling, but its presence alone radiated a primal confidence that made the air crackle with tension.

“Y-Yeo…” You heard him move behind you, holding two cups of tea. You went behind him, slightly shaking “Don’t worry. She doesn’t bite.” And set the mugs on top of the table before turning to you, “I’ll give some clothes while you shower, they’ll be on the bed.” You nodded, sitting down at the couch (using his towel so the couch wouldn’t drench), sipping on the tea he made. He walks towards the bedroom, his footsteps echoing softly against the wooden floor. You watch as the Doberman steps further into the room, each step deliberate, its eyes never leaving you. The atmosphere seems to tighten, the silence punctuated only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the faint drip of water from the sink.

You weren’t able to take care of any sort of pet inside the manor since and you quote, “a filth inside the manor”. You shake your head as a small smile crept up your lips as you took notice of Pom Pom nibbling on the carpet, head wagging side to side until too much force caught her flying next to his sister’s foot; The Doberman scoff, pushing Pom Pom back on his feet using her nose.

The maltese yelp before returning back to nibbling the carpet, at the same time, Yeosang walks back in, “You can take a shower now, my lady.”

It had started raining— storming— rather outside, you could see some tree branches hitting the window, rain splashing on the window plus the harsh wind but your attention was on the tv as Mario kart was on it. You groan, falling back as another round, another defeat; turning to look at Yeosang, he is smiling at the ranks as he takes a shot before refilling it and then giving it to you.

Since the beginning of the game, Yeosang challenges you to drink up each time he wins the game yet at the end, it was him drinking the rest of the 2 bottles he bought from the store (a while ago before he saw you on the street). Yeosang, for the past hours since you had crashed into his place, reminded you of a place back in the Philippines. Your mom’s “kubo”.

The small hut that is made out of natural sources and a traditional Filipino house. The smell and lightweight of bamboo abundance aromas the entire house, most especially when it rains, the coldness that turns into a comfort and will lull you to sleep as you laid down on a soft mattress and the Nipa Palm leaves,, the way it is woven together and then when it’s night time, a rope to separate the leaves to stargaze. 

It felt like that. It felt like home. He felt like home.

“... hey, you okay?” You were snapped out of your thoughts by a warm hand above yours. You blink several times before gazing at Yeosang; his eyes were glossy with curiosity and weariness. He knew what state you are in—I mean, who wouldn’t be able to rest if day by day your corporation goes down including the never ending rumours and articles spreading online and people talk as if they were a victim of the business nor were there to witness the bad side of the corporation—he is respecting your space and sanity until you spoke up about your situation. He knew how hard it is, he knew how it must be a huge burden for you as the heir and the CEO of the corporation.

You inhaled, giving him a small yet tight smile feeling the small fur in your palm—Pom Pom placing himself in between your leg and by your hip were preoccupied by Suchan, the Doberman. “Yeah … just a lot in my mind.”

He nodded, leaning back on the couch. You sit side by side, watching the preview rounds show in the t.v as background noise adding the sound of the storm has lulled your body to a relaxed state yet your mind doesn’t cooperate. Yeosang turns his head to the side, eyeing your side profile before you turn to face him also, catching by surprise but mask it with a natural look, although his cheeks were red.

“... Do you think everything will turn out good in the end?” You whisper, fingers ghosting on the fur of Suchan. She huffs curling closer to you as she naps beside your hip.

Yeosang sighs softly, “Every problem has its own solution and every solution has a different answer.” You both were silent, letting the noises accumulate some kind of sound besides the tension between you both, “But…”

You listen closely, “But what?” 

Yeosang reaches over, taking your hand in his large one, “But you have to come up with your own, not everything solves with the given solution.”

“But will it end well?” He sighs, playing with your fingers before clasping them tightly in his hand; your heart soaring up to your cheeks creating a red burning hue all over them, “I guarantee you that if it's good or bad, everything still has a solution to end something in a different path.”

You look down, watching his fingers intertwined with yours. The contact feels intimate, like a promise. "Will I be okay?" The question slips out, meant for your mind only, yet it finds voice in the quiet room. Yeosang squeezes your hand gently but firmly, his eyes searching yours. "Only you can answer that, my lady."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you try to blink them away, but a few escape, tracing silent paths down your cheeks. "I'm so scared, Yeosang," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Everything feels like-- no, everything is falling apart, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to hold it all together."

He shifts closer, his presence a solid, reassuring anchor in your turbulent sea of emotions. "You are stronger than you think," he murmurs, his thumb gently wiping away a tear. "I've seen you face challenges that would break others. You have a resilience that inspires those around you."

You shake your head, the weight of doubt and fear pressing heavily on your chest. "But what if I fail? What if I can't find the right solution?"

Yeosang's grip tightens, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. "Then you'll try again. And again, if you have to. Failure isn't the end; it's just another step towards finding the answer. And you won't be alone. I'll be here, every step of the way."

A small, tentative smile tugs at your lips, gratitude swelling in your heart. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for believing in me, even when I can't believe in myself."

Yeosang finds himself leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead— probably something out of his personality and something to blame to Wooyoung the next time he sees him back in his province. But his actions melted you and your heart and it melted him too, seeing what he did felt right after all.

 "Always, my lady. Always."

You close your eyes, savoring the moment, the warmth of his touch, and the comfort of his words. For the first time in what feels like forever, a spark of hope flickers within you. The road ahead is uncertain, but with Yeosang by your side, you feel a glimmer of strength returning. As the silence settles back over you, Suchan's soft snoring filling the room, you allow yourself to believe, just for a moment, that everything might turn out okay in the end.

taglist: @yeosangsbabygirlsblog, @hi-kariii,@ateez-atiny380

[innytoes]

uhm... 👉👈 Ray hitman AU? maybe? if you were up for it? pretty pretty please? 🙏

-For those who don't know I made a shitpost about Ray being a hitman because I looked up housing prices in Los Feliz (and how medical debt works) and SIR HOW THE HELL DO YOU AFFORD THAT HOUSE ON A PHOTOGRAPHER'S SALARY.

-It starts when one of the Petal Pushers has a very abusive, stalker ex. She had tried everything, but even with a restraining order, it isn't enough. Law enforcement just shrugs and suggests she moves (again) after 'someone' breaks into her house, ransacks it and kills her cat.

-It's not like Rose and Ray meant to kill him. But it's what happens. They manage to make it look like an accident. They never tell Violet, but deep down she knows.

-Somehow word gets around and they suddenly have a booming side hustle of taking out abusive spouses, partners, exes, stalkers, etc.

-Ray starts to take on the most of the wet work, with Rose doing the research and being his alibi.

-He's always been a great shot. He won Rose so many stuffed animals at carnival shooting games that they had to start donating them to shelters.

-They do have very strict rules on who they work with and who their targets are. Ray gets very good at stalking people with a giant long distance tele-lens. Both the people who hire them (to make sure they're telling the truth) and the targets.

-The prices they charge vary, and they even have perfected the scheme of 'take out life insurance on him and we get half of the pay out' for people who are in a bad financial situation. Those are trickier because he has to make the deaths look like an accident.

-Listen I'm not saying a few of the plants in Rose's Plant Wall in the studio are toxic. Of course they aren't, they have children running around in there.

-The ones under the grow-light in the attic though....

-He tells everyone he's a photographer but really, he only knows how to work the tele-lens. Rose jokes he could become the world's greatest paparazzi if he wanted to.

-Rarely does he get up close and personal with the targets, but he did made an exception once when 'My Ex Is An Abusive Scumbag number 87' really, really wanted Ray to know the client was right by going after his kid from his first marriage, because his favourite target (their client) wasn't there to take his rage out on.

-He starts hitting the gym after that because it was a liiiiittle too close for comfort.

-As spoken by @floating-in-the-blue: THAT'S WHY HE'S SO FIRM.

-They buy a big house and have money to send the kids to summer camp and fancy music school and the likes. When people ask he just smiles and shrugs and said he signed an NDA so he can't talk about most of his Big Photography Clients.

-Carlos and Julie think their dad is the biggest goober and he totally is. He forgets where he put his phone because he's too busy with the 700 other details of his job. He can tell if any of the parts of his work-toolbox have been moved even a millimeter.

-Just imagine Reggie like: wow Ray really does a lot of research about his photography clients, I wonder if it's like an engagement shoot or something.

-IT WAS NOT AN ENGAGEMENT SHOOT. There was a shooting, though.

-He's a little shell-shocked but still follows Ray down to where he meets the client to promise her it's done, and she cries and tells him thank you and mentions some of the awful things the guy has done or threatened to do, and then he gets it.

-They stage it to look like a break-in gone wrong. Reggie helps knock some shit over when they're distracted like: he's a ghost there are no finger prints. He stays after Ray leaves and watches the woman 'come home' and call the cops. She's either a really good actress, or the tears are just more tears of relief.

-He's really, really glad the abusive guy didn't come back as a ghost though, that would have been so awkward.

-Reggie decides that Julie can never, ever know.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

DR Lana From Tokio Hotel!

Important notes; My Tokio Hotel DR takes place in 2023, not in the early 2000's! For example, the band would be 16 still rn.

How Lana Came To Be:

Lana was born on October Ninth in 2007, in California to a middle class family, her parents and siblings by her side.

Before she was famous, her and her family visited Germany to visit an old friend mother had in highschool, leading to Lana meeting Tom and Bill Kaulitz, and later on Gustav and Georg.

The group of kids were only eight to nine when they met, but were quickly glued to each other for the love of music they all held.

Each child grew close together, refusing to leave each other's side as Lana's family moved to Germany to be closer to friends, keeping the kids close together, which soon lead to more.

Soon enough, they formed a band that used to be known as “Devilish”. They played in small gigs, parties and in carnivals before they soon got famous.

Even if they were young, they all watched stars on TV hoping that would be them one day, that they would get their own chance to play their own music together on stage like they dreamed.

They tried out, and got regretted again and again. People said kids their age were too young to be stars, and they should try something else.

Regected and down, they picked themselves up and practice again and again until they did it.

They got their chance and they made it.

With Bill as the lead singer, Gustav on drums, Georg as the bassist, and Lana and Tom on Electric guitar, they soon rose to fame as young kids of fifteen years old as Tokio Hotel, touring around the world side by side.

Lana is a chaotic teenager, smoking and drinking away in parties and, unlike others, is in a famous band named Tokio Hotel with her friends Tom, Bill, Gustav and Georg, from Germany.

Lana enjoys playing her electric guitar, annoying the band, entertaining fans, getting shit faced, animals, and blasting music on stage!

She likes matching with Bill, arcades, parks, the rain, she likes the attention she gets from interviews, paparazzi and fans, opting to flirt with as many as she wants, before she was with Bill, that is!

She often is involved in many scandals in tabloids and on the internet, dragging Tom, Bill, Gustav and Georg down with her only to create an even bigger mess and laugh in its face.

Lana hates people chewing loudly, poking her, breathing on her neck, pulling on her hair, being sick and when people diss her friends.

Lana speaks many languages including German, Spanish, English and Czech!

My Tokio Hotel DR Closet!

Age: 16 years old

Height: 6'0

Birthday: October Ninth

S/o: Bill Kaulitz <3

Ya happy to meet Lana?! Tell me in the comments if you would like to see more of these for my other DR'S!

[sciencestyled]

Galactic Guesswork: The Bizarre Hunt for Dark Matter and Dark Energy

Welcome, intrepid explorers of the cosmic carnival, to the most mind-bending show on this side of the Milky Way: the enigma of dark matter and dark energy! Imagine, if you will, that our universe is like a ginormous cosmic burrito, and we’re only tasting the spicy salsa without even realizing there’s a whole fiesta of flavors hiding underneath. Yep, that's right – about 85% of the universe is this mysterious stuff called dark matter and dark energy, and we’re still figuring out what on Earth (or in space) it all means!

Now, grab your metaphorical popcorn, because this rollercoaster starts with the mystery of the universe's missing mass. Picture the early astronomers like Galileo and Newton as the original Ghostbusters, looking for all the visible stuff in the cosmos. Fast forward to the 1930s, when Fritz Zwicky, with a name that sounds like a retro comic book hero, noticed that the galaxies in the Coma Cluster were moving around like kids hopped up on sugar. He figured out there must be something invisible giving them a gravitational push. Voilà, dark matter was born – the invisible hand in the cosmic cookie jar!

Enter Vera Rubin in the 1970s, the real MVP who confirmed that galaxies spin way faster than they should if only visible matter was in play. It’s like if you saw a frisbee flying through the air and realized it’s being propelled by an invisible jetpack. Thanks to her, we know dark matter exists, even if it’s as elusive as that one sock you always lose in the laundry.

But wait, the universe had more tricks up its sleeve. Enter stage left: dark energy, the Beyoncé of cosmic phenomena – fabulous, mysterious, and always in the spotlight. In the 1990s, astronomers noticed that the universe isn’t just expanding, it’s doing so at an accelerating rate, like a YouTube video buffering at hyperspeed. This was thanks to observations of distant supernovae, which, much like surprise guest stars on a TV show, gave us unexpected clues about the universe's plot twists. And thus, dark energy was thrust into the limelight, making us question everything we thought we knew about the universe.

Now, let’s get to the juicy part: what exactly is this dark stuff made of? Scientists have thrown around more theories than Marvel has superheroes. Dark matter might be composed of WIMPs (Weakly Interacting Massive Particles) or MACHOs (Massive Astrophysical Compact Halo Objects). And if those acronyms sound like characters from a sci-fi buddy cop movie, you’re not far off. These particles are like the undercover agents of the universe, working behind the scenes to keep galaxies spinning and the cosmos in order.

Dark energy, on the other hand, might be the universe’s version of anti-gravity – a force that’s pushing everything apart. Think of it as the cosmic equivalent of your favorite cartoon character running off a cliff and somehow staying afloat. Scientists have cooked up theories involving quantum fields and vacuum energy, but pinning down dark energy is like trying to nail jelly to a wall.

To hunt down these elusive entities, scientists have rolled out the big guns – and by guns, I mean colossal detectors and telescopes. The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is like the universe’s ultimate science fair project, smashing particles together at ludicrous speeds to see what secrets pop out. Space telescopes like the Hubble and the upcoming James Webb are the cosmic paparazzi, snapping pics of the universe's red carpet events to catch dark matter and dark energy in action.

But even with all this high-tech wizardry, detecting dark matter and dark energy is trickier than convincing your parents that video games are educational. We’re talking about stuff that doesn’t interact with light, making it essentially invisible. It’s like trying to catch a ninja who’s also a ghost. Yet, with every experiment and observation, we get a smidge closer to understanding these cosmic ninjas.

Now, what does all this mean for science education and our understanding of the universe? Buckle up, because this is where it gets wild. Dark matter and dark energy aren’t just footnotes in the cosmic story; they’re the plot twists that change everything. They shape the structure of the universe, influencing galaxy formation, cosmic microwave background radiation, and even the ultimate fate of everything we know. It’s like discovering that the secret ingredient in grandma’s famous pie recipe is something you’ve never even heard of – it changes your whole perspective.

The implications are profound. If we crack the dark matter and dark energy codes, we could revolutionize our understanding of physics, potentially leading to new technologies that make today’s sci-fi look like child’s play. Imagine harnessing dark energy to power spaceships or using dark matter as the ultimate stealth tech. The future could be stranger and more fantastic than any blockbuster movie.

In conclusion, the quest to unravel the mysteries of dark matter and dark energy is the ultimate scientific odyssey – an adventure filled with intrigue, discovery, and mind-boggling revelations. As we continue to probe the cosmic shadows, each piece of evidence brings us closer to the truth, turning science education into a thrilling narrative that rivals the best Hollywood thrillers. So, stay curious, my fellow cosmic detectives, because the universe has many more secrets to spill, and we’re just getting started on this wild ride through the dark!

[12thperigeeball]

Another sweep, another ball! Trolls young and old have come from light years away to the latest iteration of the grand 12th Perigee Ball, hosted in the wooded wilds far from the polluting lights of the cities. Out there, it’s easy for trolls to shed their normal lives and troubles, exchanging them for luxury and glamor and joy. Out there, any troll from any caste could be a king or queen…

This season’s ball has made quite a stir among the guests. The prompt has shifted dramatically since it's first announcement so many perigees ago, from a vampire and sweets themed decadence to… a surprisingly clownier veil abruptly coloring the dark luxury. Rumors abounded, newspapers furiously called the host for clarification, particularly brave paparazzi attempted to infiltrate the home itself! What could have caused this abrupt change? Has the host converted to the Mirthful Messiahs? Is the host being replaced? Has the Empire finally stepped in to dictate changes for a previously private event?

Even so, attendees took the theme change in stride, even as the gossip mags reported construction on the mansion grounds at an impressive scale that has never been seen before. Clown masks were design and fitted, burgundy velours were draped over the shoulders of lively harlequins and the finest sweets were being ordered from many a chef across Alternia.

Rumors abounded! Message boards dedicated to the ball erupted with claims of what caused this change, but one thread of information seemed to be consistent even across the false claims of those who simply wanted fame - Kilran Barbas has sold out.

But that couldn't be the case, could it? Someone rich enough to host the ball couldn't have been so broke - or desperate enough - to sell out, could they? What could have caused this? What did he wish to pay off so badly that he sold out?

Still, there was no answer from the host himself, so trolls were left to speculate for weeks as they tailored their costumes and watched the news.

Trolls that arrived at the mansion would be awestruck to see the changes that have dotted the pristine winter landscape. A cliff, destroyed since last sweep's ball, has made it's reappearance as though it was never gone. The lake - used for it's mirror like finish to light up the night and for chaste trysts across the water, has been reshaped and aestheticized into a romantic's heart shaped dream.

The palace grounds themselves was almost unrecognizable! Was this a ball, or was it a circus? Carnival booths stood clustered away from the main gardens, glittering from their lights and prizes from the cheap to the luxurious available for trolls to earn. A massive circus tent stood behind the ball across docks built over the heart shaped lake, and inside was a motley crew of performers willing to put on a show for the guests who came.

Indeed, this truly was a theatre production in the making. A far cry from the other years, but perhaps even more elaborate than historical gilded swords or hand grown crystals.

The courtyard was cold, yes, but the crowds kept the air heated. Firebreathers, of course, helped with that. Sword swallowers distracted and awed the guests with their talents, and acrobats assisted in pointing trolls towards the nearest refreshments with a dainty foot contorted over their heads.

It was a fine performance, and even finer hors-d'oeuvers, but the performances were nothing more than an appetizer. This was not the main show, after all! Where was the ringmaster? The coven leader of this little rainbowdrinker masquerade? Could he have been replaced, as many trolls believed from the rumors? Truly, even the most dramatic act from the entertainment couldn't distract the ballgoers from their gossip.

- Until, there was a sudden click, and a bright spotlight lit up the doorway of the mansion. The guests hushed and turned, eager to see who - or what - would step out of the door.

There was a pause, then - the door opened and Kilran Barbas stepped forward to address his guests.

Dressed in a flowing, glittering gown of blood red gemstones and a feathered headdress that almost seemed to come alive, Kilran was a proud figure to behold. Even prouder, however, was the massive troll who strolled behind him. At twelve feet tall and larger than most scuttlebuggies, the mysterious benefactor who sponsored this sweep's decor and terraforming was a true space celebrity - a tyrian warmonger who's long since given up his blade for a life of clownish hedonism. With the friendly smile on his face and eagerness to welcome ballgoers, one could almost forget how Gluttony gained his rank centuries ago.

"Welcome, guests!" Kilran called out, pointedly yet politely ignoring the lumbering clown fish behind him. “To the 12th Perigee Ball! I am yet again honored to host again this sweep, and I am excited to see the enthusiasm everyone has brought to my hive. Nothing brings me more joy than seeing your smiling faces! This event isn’t about wealth, or notoriety, or connections - but rather, the warmth we all share by being together this time of the sweep. Whether you came with a date or if you came alone, know that you are what makes this night truly special.”

“So please, come inside - and enjoy the Carnivale Confections I’ve prepared for you this evening.”

With a wave of his hands and a delicate bow of his head, Kilran and his benefactor stepped aside as the guests surged forward to enter the mansion.

Harlequins with vampire fangs guided the crowd through the halls at a steady march, through the grand gallery of past kings and queens and the decadent tables of sweets and food available for trolls to enjoy. Cotton candy sculptures hung from the ceilings, while trolls fried funnel cake in the likeness of guests as they stopped to admire their work.

But how could these portraits be compared to those of the kings and queens? Lined up and lit with multicolored spotlights, the previous crowned royalty of the sweeps past lined the foyer gallery and they were but an audience to those who attend. The greatest show on earth was about to begin, so why wouldn't they? It's not as though every troll is able to be such a showstopper to be singled out and crowned the best of them all, is it?

And ah, the crowns - at the back of the foyer, framed by circus tent curtains and chocolate fountains, stood the crowns for the King and Queen and the Couturier's cape. Glinting and rotating upon their golden stands, no troll could miss them from wherever they stood.

It would be a rough, long battle - but wouldn't it be worth it? To be crowned the lead of this ball's final act?

Well, that remains to be seen, wouldn't it? But until the final act comes and the curtains close, why not enjoy yourselves?

What will your character do?

[subwaytostardew]

Ingo and Emmet are technically celebrities back in Unova, or at least Nimbasa, it would make sense if a paparazzi or journalist or someone from the news came from Nimbasa to see and report back to the city what the twins are doing. They're nosy and you know what sells? Whether or not the celebrity is dating, it could be the husband protecting the farmer from bad publicity or them being super proud of their spouse! It's not a date per say but it'd be an interesting event give or take.

Kade and I were talking about this, but anything to do with paparazzi and publicity will probably have more to do with Elesa. We don't want to stray too far from canon, so most celebrity antics will be more to do with being associated with her.

They're technically celebrities... but not quite! They don't exactly have much star-power of their own in canon. When you disembark on the Battle Subway and talk to the other random NPCs, pretty much everyone hates them; they all say stuff about how Ingo and Emmet are suspicious or weird (I remember that vividly because it honestly made me feel a little sick and I had to put down the game for a couple of days ;;;>.>). Few can appreciate their autism. 😔

The competitive battling scene isn't particularly big in Unova (outside of Blueberry Academy but... that's pretty contained). Dedicated battlebrains like Hilda and Hilbert don't make up a significant amount of their passengers. Most passengers are just average people on their commute to work. Most people challenge the Battle Subway for the sake of it (a bit of a tourist attraction like the carnival area nearby), lose really badly, get discouraged, and never come back unless if they need to use the subway to get somewhere.

In the railfan scene, they usually aren't even special guests at train conventions! They're regular attendees who had time to befriend Cilan at their leisure. He's probably the only person who does their stamp rally!

Being a Battle Facility Head doesn't necessarily constitute celebrity status. Lenora has a perfectly normal husband and marriage with no drama whatsoever! All the Unovan Gym Leaders have other jobs and lives of their own; similarily, submas are just conductors first and foremost. It wouldn't be so absurd for a middle aged train conductor to settle down with some farmer.

They're just some guys. They're even worse in Stardew as regular old train conductors; there's no battling scene to draw in challengers and the scenery itself doesn't even have much worth visiting! It's a sad truth, but most people wouldn't notice if they went missing *cough* they will. The "main plot" for them is how their relocation cough bringing that to the spotlight had a bit of a toll on them mentally.

On a sillier note, I do like the thought that most people were interested in them (superficially). Ingo did end up winning first place in a Unova sexyman poll for being tall, dark, and handsome. Emmet's still bitter about being voted third place despite being his identical twin. The Battle Subway got busy when people were under the impression that Ingo was a edgy, brooding, gentleman but that perception was quickly turned around the second he opened his mouth. The hype died down for them after a year so now they're back to being just some guys.

Anyways... Probably the closest thing we have to a "paparazzi" event on our itinerary so far is just Cilan being submas' number one fan (one and only fan?) as usual.

▷ Station Steward Thylak

[mint-icecreamie]

a-z of vocaloid related things

i got bored.

A:

vocaloids: ARSLOID, Aoki Lapis, ANRI, akita neru

songs:, aishite aishite aishite, ame to petra, aku no meshitsukai, ai no uta, aishiteitanoni, amedama, amygdala's rag doll, anonymous m, appetite of a people pleaser, antichlorobenzene

B:

songs: bitter choco decoration, bug, banana, bad∞end∞night, better off worse, binomi, blessing, brain fluid explosion girl, butcher vanity, butterfly on my right shoulder, baka baka baka!!, breaking things into pieces

C:

producers: chinozo, cosmo@bousou-p, crusher-p, circus-p, creep-p

songs: circus monster, court jester, cute na kanojo, candle queen, cocomelon, casino, 'cause i'm a liar, chelovek, cinderella, coin locker baby, cooler girl, copycat, cutlery

D:

producers: DECO*27, dennokop, daniwellp

vocaloids + utau: dex and daina, defoko

songs: dance of life, daughter of evil, dokuzu, DARLING, DARLING DANCE, Dear, disturbing chicken beets, drop pop candy, digital/physical heart, dizzy paranoia girl, denki yohou, daidaidai kirai

E:

producers: eve

vocaloids: eleanor forte

songs: enko shoujo, ECHO, egoist, ego rock, electric angel, encounter, erase or zero, EYE, ever∞lasting∞night

F:

vocaloids: flower, fukase

songs: failure girl, fake meme, fear garden, fire flower, flos, floating moonlight city, fox's wedding, fukkireta, feel empty!

G:

vocaloids - gumi, gackupo/gackpoid

producers: giga, glue, ghost

songs: ghost rule, god-ish, gomenne gomenne, goodbye sengen, gigantic otn, goodbye to a world, gracious

H:

producers: harumachigohan, hitoshizuku and yama, hachi

vocaloids: ✨HATSUNE MIKU!!!!!!✨

songs: heat abnormal, housewife radio, hello marina, haru no sekibaku, hatsune miku is going to beat you to death, hole dwelling, help me, erinnnnnn!!!, hiding from the truth, honey i'm home,

I:

producers: iyowa, inabakumori,

vocaloid: IA

songs: i nandesu, igaku, identity, i don't care who someone go out with me, ifuudoudou, i met an angel when i was down, i'm glad you're evil too, imigo no tamago, iNSaNiTY, it's a whole world

J:

songs: jinsei count, JOUOU, just a game, just a robot, just saying the body is honest, JUVENILE

K:

vocaloids + utau + cevio: KAITO, kasane teto, KAFU, kagamine rin, 🍌 KAGAMINE LEN!!!!!! 🍌

producers: kikuo, karikibear, kanaria, kid p, kawaii vocaloid

songs: kimi wa dekinai ko, kami no manimani, kokoro, konton boogie, kyofuu all back, kyu-kurarin, KING, koinu no carnival, kurumi ponchio, kara kara kara no kara

L:

vocaloids: 🍌LEN!! 🍌, luka, luo tianyi, leon and lola

songs: lagtrain, lost umbrella, lost one's weeping, love ka, lavie, lower one's eyes, liar dancer, lotus eater, last night good night, lightning hope, lucky me, lie lie lie

leek.

M:

vocaloids: megurine luka, MEIKO, moke, mayu, matcha kobayashi, miku, meme squad

producers: MARETU, mothy, mcki robyns-p

songs: migikata no chou, mesmerizer, monochrome dream eating baku, my r, miku, matryoshka, mind brand, m@gical cure! love shot!, miku no shoushitsu, medical anomaly

N:

vocaloid: neru

songs: nakakapagpabagabag, nazotoki, NAMIDA, newly edgy idols, nightmare, non-breath oblige, (not) a devil, novocaine, nyeh it's magic!, nyanyanyanya

O:

vocaloids: oliver, otomachi una

songs: okusuri nonde neyou, ochame kinou, okaasan, only somewhat seen, orange

P:

vocaloids: piko!

producers: powapowa_p, pepoyo, pinocchio-p

songs: plus boy, p.h, paradichlorobenzene, phony, patchwork staccatto, paiii sensation, paparazzi murder party, parasite, pascal beats, pathological facade, the peachy key, perfect nothing, propaganda

Q:

songs: queen, q-pole theory of evolution/Q極進化論

R:

producers: rerulili, ricedeity

songs: rabbit hole, rakuraku annrakushi, rolling girl, rin-chan now!, rainy boots, ready steady, realize, reckless battery burns, rendezvous, romeo and cinderella

btw ricedeity did animation for some mv's he pretty cool :D

S:

vocaloids: seeU, shian

producers: siinamota, sooichi, shikuira sougo, satsuki/32ki

songs: spice, seisou bakuretsu boy, sayonara hatsukoi, spider and the kitsune like lion, samsa, sand planet, secret garden, secret music, self inflicted achromatic, servant of evil, shinitai chan, shinkaisyouzo, shoujo rei, shoujo fuzei, SIU, snobbism, snooze, streaming heart, strobe last, strobe light, superhero, sweet devil

T:

vocaloids+utau: teto

songs: tsumugi uta, tawagoto speaker, tale of six trillion years and one night, telecaster b-boy, therefore you and me, tondemo wonderz, two faced-lovers

U:

vocaloids: una

songs: umiyuri kaiteitan, UTuber

V:

producers: vane lily

songs: villain, venom, vampire, vampire's∞pathoS

W:

producers: WONDERFUL☆OPPORTUNITY, wotaku,

songs: world is mine, white letter, why do i, white happy, where shall we go, witch hunt, wonder of wonder

X:

idfk.

Y:

songs: young girl a, yobanashi deceive, yoidoreshirazu, you are innocent monster, you are a worthless child, yababaina, yamiaka steroid, yamitsuki,

Z:

songs: zombie. (other than that i can't think)

i lost motivation halfway through and had to force myself to finish this ;-;

[crystal-lillies]

I think Teen Titans not only helped instill the Found Family trope deep in my sense of need but also probably also helped implant the fantasy of living with friends rent free in a tricked out tower just outside a big city, not having any jobs but having money to buy food + music + movies + video games, go out to beachfront carnivals and malls, like. Hot fuckin damn it's the fuckin utopia. Sure they've got the great power great responsibility stress of keeping their city of residence safe, and at times the greater world, but really they still have plenty of downtime in the show and implied offscreen. And their city really loves them regardless of how much property damage they may cause, but they're not being flooded with paparazzi or stalkers all the time. And their fame isn't even like, bad, in their city.

I'm just saying if I was Terra there's no way I'd turn down staying with the Titans if they offered me are you fucking kidding yes I know it's not the point but

The absolute dream of a life, living with best friends rent free in a cool place where you call the shots and no monetary worries. And help people and stop evil and stuff. The dream