#rika my morder feesh 🐟

[haravath0t]

thanks to @fushic0re I have converted to being a todo fanatic whoa

[haravath0t]

oh my god…

m-mom, I think I’m going for yet another man in JJK 😭😭😭

BASSIST? A VOCAL IN BED BUT A SWEETIE PIE WHO CAN WATCH PONYO?!?? SIGN ME UP

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: what it is like to date the choso kamo. 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut. insecurity. anxious attachment style. brief mentions of unhealthy family dynamics and trauma.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐃𝐎𝐍❜𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃! 𝐃𝐍𝐈...minors (18+ only), blank blogs, spam liking without reblogging.

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Choso is most definitely a bassist. His entire personality screams bass player. 

Unlike the guitar, the bass isn’t the first sound to be picked up by your ears. You have to feel the bass. It shakes the very ground you walk on, cementing its sound into every step you take, becoming one with you. 

A good bassline can transform an entire song, giving its melody depth and richness–that’s Choso for you. 

He’s a bit understated, letting the rest of the members of the band take the lead when it comes to the spotlight. His role is to be the solid foundation for their music. 

Choso is the quiet and mysterious one–the personification of tall, dark, and handsome. 

He has an Instagram account only out of obligation and only posts when a song or album releases and when they’re going on tour. 

No one knows shit about Choso, only who his brothers are–the ones who are in the band at least….and Yuuji because Yuuji brags about him all the time. 

He’s fiercely protective over his peace and privacy. He loves music and doesn’t want to bastardize his art by cutting it up and processing it through the machine that is the industry.

That being said, not a single person in the public eye knows about you. They may know that he’s in a relationship, but they won’t know with who. Choso strives to keep you away from the vultures of social media. He guards your peace and privacy with a great honor. 

He is incredibly polite and chivalrous, very pleasant to work with. But if you cross his boundaries, his personality immediately switches. 

He’s not above getting snappy with fans who get too handsy or curious with him. 

Back to his social media; if he’s not promoting their work, he’s telling said parasocial fans to “fuck off”. No one can even hate him for it. 

He’s the big brother, the leader behind the scenes, the one who makes sure everyone has their shit together. As much as he loves that role, it puts a lot of pressure on him. 

That being said, he’s a stoner for sure. This rockstar boyfie has a lot weighing on him. Weed keeps him from becoming too high-strung. Helps with his creative process too since when he’s high, he’s the most honest with himself. 

Very sensitive and emotional, which is unexpected by most. 

Choso feels a lot. He always has. As the eldest of a shit ton of siblings with a shitty father, he had to feel everything for his siblings to shield them from traumatization the best he could. It’s one of the main reasons why he pursued music. Music is practically the only outlet for him to full express his emotions. 

That being said, he’s a little rough around the edges when it comes to vulnerability. 

When he meets you, your relationship is passionate, intense, and fast. 

He pretty much knows he’s in love with you the very moment he meets you. He has met a lot of people and knows how to get a good read on someone’s personality and character–he knew you were it for him. 

That scared him a lot though. He’s never loved someone so much and he doesn’t quite know how to handle it. 

Can be insecure sometimes. Definitely has an anxious attachment style that he is actively working to change, but he’s not a perfect man. He messes up. 

If he’s away on tour for too long, his mind ends up racing with irrational thoughts and worries. Hearing your voice soothes all those thoughts away.

He really doesn’t want to perpetuate the toxic cycles he has been subject to, so just know your man is trying his best.

Loves fashion. His artistic lens isn’t just limited to music. Style is an outlet for expression that Choso holds in high regard. 

Very down to earth. He’s often spotted taking walks and grabbing snacks from local convenience stores at ungodly hours when he can’t sleep, but most fans respect him and don’t take pictures.

Very cutesy. After a long day, he just wants to snuggle up with you and watch Studio Ghibli movies. 

Sex is absolutely raunchy though. Yes, he’s rough around the edges when it comes to verbalizing his vulnerability, but he definitely doesn’t struggle doing so physically. 

With every thrust, that man conveys his love for you…it’s a lot of love. 

If you’re okay with it, and only if you’re okay with it, he’ll get completely carried away. 

He can grip your hips and thighs so tight that he leaves behind little fingertip bruises. He can overstimulate both you and himself whenever he’s lost in you–you’ve blacked out during sex at least once.

Think you can’t squirt? There’s a chance that he can make you.

A vocal lover for sure. His therapist told him not to censor his thoughts and he took that shit very seriously–not a single moan, grunt, growl, whimper, or dirty thought will be held back.

That being said he will do the filthiest things to you, debauched acts that you can’t even say out loud, but as soon as it’s over this little shit will look at you with the softest puppy-like expression and be like “Can we order ramen and watch ‘Ponyo’?” 

There’s a big misconception that Choso doesn’t play a role in songwriting and that the band’s lead singer writes all the songs. 

However, Choso is quite the writer and poet. 

No, Noranso is not in love.

But he’ll let fans think that as he plays with a soft smile on his face. 

© this work belongs to @fushic0re. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost on any other platforms.

[haravath0t]

TWILIGHT MUST KNOW HOW WE FEEL 😭😭😭😭

𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚

𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐚

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟻

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊

“PEANUTS!” 

“Absolutely not.” 

Anya was quickly shut down by her father, a comical sight that has become almost a regular thing. 

“It’s okay, Anya. More for you,” You gently say to her, patting her on the back as her pout disappears at your assurance. 

“Eee!” She practically squeals, almost happy to hear your voice. You didn’t know it, but she knew after a few good reads of your mind that when it came to her, you were telling the truth. You always did. Loid could depend on you when taking care of Anya, especially whenever he fell short on predicting outcomes with her involved. Now that your daughter was at peace, having a bag of peanuts to herself, he’d be able to focus on what to bring to the dinner table with your family. 

Now, Loid was a good cook, that much was for sure, but a problem for him arises that can surely be tackled tonight too: having your family be pleased with his cooking. So he tells you his plan: you four (yes, Bond is coming along too) show up to your parents’ place early. Of course, your parents are quick to greet Anya, Anya’s cuteness and her glee of seeing her Lola and Lolo making their hearts soften. Perfect, for now Twilight can strike. He greets his in-laws like you had taught him to, holding their hand and pressing it against his forehead. “We all figured it may be easier to just cook here, if that’s okay!” Of course your mom agrees, so happy to be familiarizing herself with her son-in-law. 

You and your dad distract yourselves with Anya, and Loid talks to your mother with ease, making up all the entrees he can think of: some shrimp, some nicely barbecued skewers. He’d even make some mashed potatoes, help your family make some rice on the rice cooker, but then your mother asks something of him. “Loid, could you be a dear and also cook some dinuguan as well?” He hears your mom ask, hearing her struggle to be setting the long table of food and cleaning up the living space. However, he didn’t expect this, feeling his world simply shatter around him. As always, Twilight feels his chances of impressing you and your family plummet, but it’s not long till he gets it together. 

“Of course.”

He’s left alone for some time, trying his best to recall what might be involved in this dinuguan, but something stops him: your mother. “Loid? Is everything okay?” He hears her say, and as practiced, he gives her his killer smile. “Of course it’s okay! Ha, it couldn’t have been better!”

“You’re lying, papa.” His daughter answers flatly from the dining table, snacking away on puto (“rice cakes”) that her grandpa had given her. “It smells weird. Sorry, papa.” Anya always seemed to be so frank, as all children were, and Twilight couldn’t help but feel frustrated being called out for shortcomings. Your mom only laughs after getting a taste of his rather subpar dinuguan. “It’s okay,” she waves off. “You’ll get it next time.” But then there’s you, who insisted that you can manage to redo it, making sure the well-demanded dish was present in time for the noche buena. “Loid! I’m going to go to the market, okay?” You tell him, already putting your shoes and coat on, but it’s not just you coming out of the house, but your “husband” too. Your mom couldn’t help but laugh as Loid trails after you like a dog, his face red of embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t help but blush with him, seeing him drive you to the market with your directions. He’s never been to a filipino market, now that he thought about it, and he’s almost quite ashamed to see your face practically light up at the familiar sight and the familiar bustle. He watched you take all the necessary ingredients with ease, putting each thing within the basket he carries. He watched you speak in your native tongue to the person ringing up the items you two decided to buy, and he didn’t miss the way your eyes had a glow to them he has never seen before. It is only when you two exit the store that he decides to speak up. “I didn’t consider you missing this…I owe you an apology,” Loid starts off, his eyes looking oddly guilty. How could he have known? After all, you two weren’t really married. It was a part to play, after all, so that not only did it benefit Loid, but it benefits you, letting your parents and family stop all the talk of you being an old maid. 

“You couldn’t have known.” You say as you two now take the paid items to the car. Settling the bag on your lap as Loid starts the car, putting his seatbelt on. You wouldn’t admit it, but you did miss the environment during the holidays, missing the way things were just full of noise, full of the bustle of excitement, full of the distinctive aromas of dishes. 

“As your husband, I should.” He says with a tiny smile, not knowing what led him to reach out and fix your coat’s collars before he decided to back out of the parking lot. “Anya would be very happy tonight seeing her mother feel at home tonight too. She’ll hope you’ll feel that way in our own home too.” A quick pause enters the air of the car before he speaks up once more. “I would love to see to it that you smile that way more often too.” The words bring a smile to your face, no ounce of regret for making this arrangement with Loid evident on your face. Without a doubt, the smile stays as you two return home, as you teach him how to make a successful dish of dinuguan just before the family members come in, waiting for midnight to strike. He doesn’t miss the way Anya dozes on your lap comfortably, as if you were her mother all along. Neither does he miss the way you’re smiling in content watching the fruit of Loid and your work being enjoyed by the family. 

He’s no longer paying attention to the time, but now paying attention to every single thing there that makes your muscles twitch into that content and ecstatic expression. It is then that Twilight remembers that he can learn a thing or two to become a better agent, a better husband, a better father, a better man. He may not be able to achieve something as wide as world peace right now, but seeing you smile amidst the crowd made him…a little more at peace than he’d admit. Or perhaps it sends him spiraling again. Does she like me that way? Oh, I don’t know. Get it together, Twilight, you have been with many women before. You are simply refining your skill set. Nothing new. 

Not only was Loid Forger a mess when it came to you, but Twilight as well. Truly no one can shake his world the way his daughter and his wife would.