#random confession

[cyberrcyanide]

random confession but back in late 2022-early 2023 i used to be heavily hyperfixated on pvs staff to the point all my online friends knew me as the weird one whos obsessed with an eyeball flower

[yaraaltrospace]

OC writing random confession!

(Anyone did this yet? Whatever, I'll do it and you can share your stories too!)

About Atsuha and Jujutsu Aiko-ka in general, even if mainly being a Jujutsu Kaisen-centered AU, sometimes I imagine certain scenes and moments as Monogatari-style montages.

Quick cuts to phrases, visual references, maybe a long dialogue with mise-en-scene stuff; whatever your opinions on Monogatari might be, you can't deny the anime adaptation has a very clever choice when it comes to scene building.

Your turn! Tag 5 people, and let's share our experiences and choices to create!

[eratohitomi]

So... it ends?

Those endless conversations got us to places that we created in our minds. You wouldn’t have thought it was romantic and I would have thought you were my one. My life was great yesterday until I introduced myself to you— it was overwhelming to consume when you figured my energy was too much.

My eyes used to crinkle up and my heart would skip a beat when your name appeared on my phone screen, now my lips curl downward when I see you around the net. You didn’t keep me up at most nights but you made me question how a man like you could get me all beamed up just to stagger out of the room steadily.

Were my friends’ thoughts of you true or did I have selective hearing? Did I get comfortable way too easily or were you too quick to call it a day? Were we like one of those sad songs waiting to end or was it just the bridge?

It wasn’t pointless to me, to say the very least— now that I know it wasn’t me hitting the stop button. You did get my hopes up when you were only meant to tiptoe around my feelings. And, no. I was nowhere near angry at you.

But, just letting you know that I was the one who got away and you missed it. My feelings were valid, they were sincere. Be it as soft as a passing breeze or as big as the quiet ocean. You didn’t get to stomp on it when you grew tired of it.

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

random confession:

every time I see your banner I just really want to make purple rock candy to put in a jar for witchy aesthetic and snacks 💎💜🤤

(I crave cronching on pretty rocks and crystals because mmmminerals)

SAME!!! Crystals are so pretty I just need to cronch them!

I wonder if that’s why I like them so much 🤔🤔🤔

(Rock candy is the best)

[ngmn2002]

Ahhh… there are times when I just randomly ask myself "why do I love Tsukasa this much again?" ... ... ... ... Then his glorious image comes into my mind and I just end up falling in love with him more than before. It's stronger than me.

[delightfulgardeningtool]

I stole something from a church..(it was an egg-shaped bouncy ball)

[sweetiepotatofry]

Sometimes when I'm bored I play roblox. And my favorite game on roblox is scrolling through my friend request list, seeing who's active, friending them, then messaging them a tarot reading.

Overall 7/10, entertaining but some kids will think you're predicting something important like their deaths despite them leading very boring lives.

[retrovents]

GUYS!!! GUYS!!! GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!

I did it!!!

I overcame my life-long phobia of spiders!!!!!!

Like

Aaaaaaaa

I caught the sucker! By myself! Without panicking, sweating, breathing problems, crying and (almost) without screaming!!! After 23 fucking years of suffering I'm finally free!!! I'm so fucking happy as if I just won a new life or sth😄

Special thanks to my fiance who supported me throughout my improvised "exposure therapy", to my psychiatrist who prescribed some stabilising pills for me to manage my stress and anxiety levels and to this old flat I'm renting which had so many of those cunts that I literally learned to coexist with them and find them fascinating and not just scary.

[minichaosmaker]

after quarantine i had lost all social skills and to try to be funny to my classmates i walked straight into a brick wall

[fr3nchtoastcrunch]

Something I did a lot as a kid that's more than a little embarrassing and frankly quite gross, but I'd like to know...

As a kid, did you often try to hide the fact that you'd wet the bed? Like, you'd wake up and be like "aw, fuck" but then decide "what if I didn't tell anyone?" and just like that, the mission began.

I did this a lot. My mom would ask if me if I peed and I'd lie to her and say "no mom" and I would literally spend the rest of the day trying to hide the fact that I'd done it.

My results were often mixed, but generally poor. I'd say I had about a 30% success rate when doing this. Whether it be the very obvious stain or the unpleasant smell it gave off, I'd usually get found out.

If it was my mom or dad who picked it up, it was game over right there. But if it was one of my siblings, they'd occasionally do me a solid and promise to not snitch. Occasionally.

Sometimes I'd try to lie and say that I spilled a drink on myself. This worked fabulously until I started using it too often, so I resorted to only using it in the case that I genuinely did (I've always been ridiculously clumsy) in order to regain my parents' trust.

On the rare occasions where I did succeed - especially when nobody even suspected it - I'd feel quite proud of my accomplishment, as though I was a master spy and it was another mission accomplished, when in reality I'd just told a really stupid lie and gotten away it.

I know, this is disgusting to talk about, but I really want to know if anyone else did this, let alone as often as I did. In other words, was anyone as weird and depraved as I was in my youth...basically?

[kindaeccentric]

i just want to play a lecherous big boss villain in someone's music video

[choccy-milky]

smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))

[cerisechapstick]

A weird thing about me is that when I'm nervous and about to start panicking, instead of trying to take deep breaths, I whisper the words of a particular song to myself. I won't say what the song is because it's a really personal song to me, but it reminds me of a person who I really love💕

[lucabyte]

siffrin starts the game with oddly empty pockets for a rogue who has a habit of stashing away every little trinket that isn't nailed down

and a hardy pocketwatch is an indispensable tool for oceanic navigation

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I always have a soft spot for characters who have a protective streak for another out of gratitude for their kindness towards them, but Charles’ protectiveness towards Edwin really hits a particular way because it’s so so apparent that it’s specifically about wanting Edwin to feel as safe and as comfortable around him as Edwin made Charles feel in his dying moments. I’m going to shatter like glass.

[purerae]

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YANDERE!PLAYBOY X FEM!READER

Valentine’s day Special! <3

warnings ;; yandere!playboy being a delusional freak (as usual), yandere behavior, MAJOR second hand embarrassment, slightest bit of angst (if you squint), crack.

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Valentine’s Day for Kieran was basically his second birthday. The rich boy never bought candy, why would he, when he could stock up for free just from today alone? His locker was overflowing with chocolates, candies, and love notes—notes that he didn’t even bother reading before tossing them straight into the trash. But the sweets? Oh, he made sure to keep those. Stuffing his bag full, he scoffed at the cheap, store-bought heart chocolates while setting aside the good stuff; the expensive ones, the homemade treats that probably took hours to make. Greedy. That’s all it was. Kieran was just greedy. But even with all the gifts, all the attention, all the adoration, it never really mattered—not until today. Not until he spotted one letter on his desk that actually made his heart skip a beat. Because this one? This one had to be from you. For the first time on February 14th, Kieran felt a genuine rush of excitement, something different from the usual smug satisfaction of being adored that just boosted his already huge ego. The envelope sat on his desk, neat and delicate, like it had been placed there with care—like it actually meant something. His fingers brushed over your initials written in beautiful cursive handwriting, slow and deliberate, his mind already running wild. Finally. You were finally giving in. He could already picture you, shy and flustered as you wrote it, your heart laid bare just for him. A love letter? From you? His sweet little obsession finally coming to her senses? He was grinning, twirling the letter between his fingers, taking his time, savouring the moment. Oh, you were so cute for this.

 He carefully opened the letter, fingertips tingling with anticipation. His heart was racing, his mind already running a mile a minute. What kind of sweet words did you leave for him? Were you confessing your love? Finally admitting that you couldn’t resist him any longer? God, you knew him so well! Every detail, down to the paper, the handwriting, the delicate way the envelope was sealed—it all screamed you. This was the first time that the suave playboy turned into a giggling high school girl, biting his lip to keep from grinning too wide. If he was just some regular guy, people would be throwing weird glances at him for nearly stomping his feet in excitement, but he’s Kieran, so no one does.

To be honest, all the girls around him loved it. They giggled amongst themselves, watching him act like a lovesick fool, finding it more endearing than embarrassing. Some of them seething in jealousy at the mysterious girl who got the school's renowned playboy all lovestruck like this. Man, pretty privilege was real. Any other man would’ve been clowned for this, but Kieran? No, Kieran could get away with anything—especially when he looked good doing it.

The white haired male just had to find you, had to catch a glimpse of his princess all shy and flustered from pouring out her emotions in this cute little letter. He was already going to force you into his valentines day plans-- but you, making the move first? Gosh, you never fail to surprise him. Kieran rushed around the school, finally found you hanging around the library. He waltzes over to your table, practically floating with confidence, that stupidly charming smirk plastered across his face. With an easy flick of his wrist, he spun the chair around, plopping down and draping his arms over the back like he owned the fucking place; the letter was in his hand, obnoxiously tapping it against his palm as he leaned in, way too close, eyes glinting with something dangerous beneath all that excitement.

“Sooo...” he drawled, looking at you up and down, voice smooth as ever, “...couldn’t resist me anymore, huh princess~?” the blue eyed male winked as he laughed boyishly, Though his words were condescendingly annoying, a glint of affection is laced in his orbs. 

You, the girl who just wanted some peace on this already lame ass day where you enviously stare at the lovey dovey highschoolers with, gaze up from your notebook as you stare blankly at him, forcing yourself not to immediately roll your eyes at the sight of the blue eyed playboy.  “Huh?” You blink once, and then twice at him.

Kieran scoffs out a laugh. Still so shy, bless your cute little soul. “The letter, sweetheart.” He waved it a little, like it was obvious. “Real cute of you, by the way. You always did have good taste.” Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the pastel pink letter, squinting at it before looking back at him. “What letter? Dude what the fuck are you talking about?” tilting your head as you grimace at his stupid little smirk. Kieran let out a breathy laugh, tilting his head like you just said the funniest thing in the world. “Ahh, playing shy now? That’s adorable, really,” he mused, tapping the letter against his chin. “Didn’t think you’d get cold feet after pouring your heart out like this, but it’s okay, princess. I get itttt. Big emotions can be scary!” he says with a mocking pout, leaning in closer. He reached out, trailing a finger down your arm like he was so sure this was some flirty little game. Youre playing hard to get as always, its okay! He likes the chase. However, you cant back out this easily when he literally has the physical proof of your love-- no, infatuation towards him. “You don’t have to pretend, y’know. I already know it’s from you.” his other hand tracing the first letters of your first and last name that was engraved onto the envelope. 

But the way you just kept staring at him, utterly lost, was starting to poke holes in his fantasy. No. No, you were just messing with him. Testing him. Right? Rolling your eyes, you snatch the letter out of his hand, too tired to deal with whatever weird fantasy he had cooked up this time. With an exhausted sigh, you scanned the handwriting, flipping the letter over to really stare at the initials , and then—oh. Oh, this was actually hilarious. Your hand slaps your mouth as you stifle a giggle.

“Kieran,” you deadpanned, looking him dead in the eyes, “this isn’t from me. It’s from the other girl in our chemistry class. Y’know, the one with the same initials as me?” Silence.

Kieran just stood there, blinking, like his brain was trying to reboot. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, and for the first time all day, he didn’t have a slick response ready. You watched, unimpressed, as his expression went through about ten different emotions at once—confusion, disbelief, denial, a little more denial—before finally landing on something unreadable. “...what?” He freezes for a solid minute before letting out a light chuckle, rolling his shoulders back like this was no big deal. “Ohh, right. Of course. The other girl.” He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets, throwing on that easy, practiced smirk. “I knew that! I was just.. I was just joking, silly~!”

But inside? He was tweaking.

'What the actual hell. What do you mean it’s not from you? Then why the hell did it feel like you? Look like it was from you? Sound like you?' His heart was racing, but not in the good way anymore. His palms felt weirdly clammy. His eye twitched. 'No. No, no, no. This doesn’t make sense. This was supposed to be from you. This was supposed to be our moment. So why— who, who even is the other girl??? Has he ever even interacted with her??' Suddenly the heartfelt words that adorned the letter just seemed incredibly corny and cheesy to him. The bright pastel colours decorated along the paper blazed in his eyes, practically laughing at the delusional boy that stood before it. 

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “Uh-huh. Sure you did.” Kieran swallowed. Act natural. Act. Natural. The playboy opened his mouth, ready to spit out some smooth, damage-control comeback—but nothing came out. For the first time in his entire life, he had nothing. Just sitting there, frozen, swallowing the most brutal, humiliating reality check of his existence. And the worst part? You were just staring at him. Not even amused. Not even mad. Just tired and annoyed.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose like you were physically in pain just being near him. “I literally don’t have time for this. Happy Valentine's Day man.”  You say with a tight lipped smile, grabbing your stuff as you pat his shoulder. And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away.

Kieran just stood there, gripping the letter so hard it crumpled in his palm. His ears were burning, his jaw tight, but his smirk? Still there. Bruised ego? Maybe. But shattered? Please. A mix-up like this wasn’t enough to shake him. You didn't straight up reject him, it was just a misunderstanding! It was all that stupid girl's fault for having the same initials as his dear soulmate! As if you could ever actually reject him.

No, no, this just meant you were still fighting it. Still playing your little games, still too stubborn to admit what you really wanted. Him. That was fine. He had all the time in the world to let you come to your senses. You’d see it eventually—how you were meant for him, how there was never any other option. And when you finally stop running? Oh, princess he’d be right there, waiting. Besides, there was always next year, and that time; he is certain that the only chocolates he’d be getting is from you.

a/n :: for some reason you guys looveee seeing kieran suffer so heres my early valentines gift for you all :p (maybe not you all but the three anons in my inbox LOL) purerae<3