#shit came out of nowhere it was so sudden😭

[babbimetal]

2017 vs 2023 performances of iine

[tariah23]

Why did I have a bad/good dream at the same time 🗣️… well, the only good part about the dream was that Megan and I became friends trapped in a subway and ended up duetting r&b songs 🥺.

[mayasaurusss]

hey how are you? could you write jinx x reader? something like jinx taking the reader's virginity. thanks ❤️🫰🏻

My favorite piltie

A/N: Hello! I am okay anon, thanks for asking! Just a bit sad that tomorrow Arcane will end😭.

I want to make it clear that I tried to do this before the next act drops, so I wrote it in two days and some things might not be very good, but I hope you will enojiy it nonetheless!!

Contains: female reader, detailed description of a wound, smut. All characters are 20+ years.

2,8 K/4 pages

When Jinx came knocking at your door tonight, you didn't think you'd end up in this position: her hands gripping at the skin of your chest and with her head buried in it.

The beginning of your night had kicked off with a strange twist when you heard a knock on your fifth floor appartment's window. You gulped down your fear and with a fast beating heart, looked past the window's glass to see a crouching figure with bright pink eyes staring at you. Any other occasion and you would have died on the spot, but you knew who she was. As soon as you opened the window, the figure let herself in, crawling out of the darkness and into the light of your room. "You are so nice letting me in, piltie" she said, and you don't miss the venom laced in the last word she spoke. "Your people aren't really known to be kind" her long fingers mess with the many little trinkets displayed on your shelves, checking their mechanisms and turning their gears.

"What do you want, Jinx?" you can feel a tingling sense of anger inside your skull at her continuous teasings.

You still remember the first time you had seen her, running from enforcers and covering her wounded shoulder.

You knew how ruthless they could be, especially since Miss Kirramman had taken control over the city. In a strange turn of events, you had found her curled up in one of Piltover's abandoned alleys and brought her with you to your home, taking care of her for the next few days until you found your window open and the blue haired criminal nowhere to be seen. During that time, you grew fond of her and were sad when she disappeared. Some weeks had passed and your life continued to flow normally, until she showed up at your door again. You were actually kind of amazed by the fact that she managed to sneak inside the appartment's building without being noticed, but after the third time, when someone called the enforcers on her, she had begun to climb on the building's exterior and knock at your window instead.

"Oh nothing, just wanted to pay a visit to my favorite piltie" she falls back on your bed, sizing you up from head to toe with that smirk of hers that makes your heart beat faster. "That's all?" the mattress dips under your weight as you sit next to her, always keeping your eyes on hers. "Mhmm, maybe" she fishes something from a bag -one you've just noticed- and shakes it: a small glass globe filled with water and fake flakes of snow. The tallest buildings of Piltover reflect the warm lights of your room, making the city of progress look ethereal under the glass. But it wasn't the shiny buildings or the snowflakes that got your attention, but a small name made with metal and gear parts glued to the bottom of the globe. "No way...is this a real Valdiani?!" the shock in your voice makes Jinx's heart flutter, something that she has never experienced before.

She lets out a proud snuff of air from her nose, pushing her chest outwards, "Consider it a gift for my fav- shit!" the sudden swear catches your attention and you look over to see Jinx doubled over. "Jinx! What is going on?!" It's faint, but you can see her hands wrapped tightly around her left side, traces of blood seeping from between her fingers. "Oh shit! Jinx what happened?" she lets out a breathless chuckle, her skin suddenly far paler than normally. "Hah, just some gift the bluebellies have given me" she sucks in a breath when you move her hands, biting a scream away. A deep wound runs along her side, pus forming where her skin had been pulled back from the slash, bleeding red on your covers. You run outside of your room and collect gauze, antiseptic, healing creme and a glass of water.

"Here, bite this" you hand her an old cloth, which she promptly places in between her teeth. "Ready?" she nods, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. The heat of your hand is the only thing that brings her comfort. She isn't ready though when you pour the liquid over her wound: it feels like billions of needles stinging and burning her flesh, making her want to vomit.

"There there, it's over..." you quickly dry her skin and massage the healing cream on her, finally finishing when you cover her stomach with the gauze. She releases a huff of relief, mindlessly tangling her fingers with yours. When the pain subsides, she realizes how close the two of you are. You on your knees, her panting and sweating, how close you are to her and how fast her heart is beating. It would take a second, just a second for her to reach for your lips and melt into you...

"Uh... I- uh, just-, what happened?" you try to not sound too shy but your voice gives your feelings away. "I..." Jinx's throat bobs and it seems that she'd rather curl herself up like a hedgehog than admitting whatever she did. "You know, the usual. Went on a walk, stormed a shop, stole some things, got the enforcers called on me and..." she gestures towards her side, "...this happened".

Jinx isn't clear with her words, but something about the blush on her skin hints at the fact that there may be something else underneath her facade. You might try at least, right? Reaching for the glass globe, you twirl it in your hands, watching the snowflakes fall on Piltover. "Jinx...did you get chased after stealing this?", she doesn't answer, but her shy silence is enough for you.

"Why? Why do this for me?" she pouts her lips before answering, still held back by some sort of pride. "W-what can I say? Anything for my favorite piltie...".

A heavy silence fills the room, of the kind that is difficult to bear.

You can't believe it. You just can't believe that she'd be so reckless, so stupid! It's difficult to bite your anger back, but you do so, and instead of crying or screaming or scolding her, like Jinx thought you were going to do, you just hug her tightly against your chest. Your grip is so strong against her that she feels like she'll choke on it.

But you are so warm in comparison to her body, so, so warm. For the first time in a while, after Silco's death, after Vi's betrayal, after everything went to shit, she feels like she can breathe. And so she does, inhaling your scent in between, tasting it on her tongue. When you pull back, Jinx's eyelids are heavy with want, her mouth slightly open and her skin red.

It takes a second for her lips to push against yours, for her hands to come up and grab your face and pull you down towards her. The kiss is surprisingly tender for it to be Jinx's: you expected teeth and tongue, not pecks and soft touches. The way she sighs and runs her hands on your chest has you keening for her. "Jinx..." a small line of spit connects your lips, and before you can say anything else, she wipes it off on your bottom lip and sighs, "You know what piltie? I think I deserve something too".

Blinking at her a couple of times, she groans at your naivety and continues while taking your cheeks in her hand. "It has been a hard day for me: running from enforcers, bleeding all the way here... I think I deserve a gift too".

And that's where you are now, naked from the waist up with Jinx on your lap, diligently taking what's hers. The way her tongue teases your nipple is something to die for. It seems all her softness has died with the kiss you shared before, now tugging and biting every part of you. You gasp as she bites your nipple, leaving the indents of her teeth on the delicate skin.

"If I knew I could see you all shy and fidgety-" she tugs your left nipple with her long fingers, smiling cruelly when tearing a gasp from you, "...I would have done this earlier". Her lips leave your right nipple, spit chilling the skin, before she teases both of them with the point of her fingernails, moving and tickling them.

Jinx lets out one of those cruel laughs of hers before diving right back on your nipple, giving it one last kiss and moving towards your stomach. She kisses and strokes every one of your scars, every mole or freckle, every inch of skin, until she comes across the hem of your pants. "N-No wait, Jinx..." you place your hand on her forehead, strands of blue hair falling in between your fingers. She halts immediatley at your discomforted voice, billions of little alarms going off in her head and an attentive yet scared look in her eyes. "What is it?".

"I... I have to tell you something" and with that, her heart beats faster and faster and that obnoxious voice inside her head speaks; 'You've hurt her' and 'Look at what you've done' and 'Did you really think she would genuinely like you?'. But your voice is stronger than theirs. "Hey? Is everything alright? We don't have to do this" in the meantime, your hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking at the pale skin. "Yeah I- I am okay. And I want to" her own fingers close in on you and she takes a moment to breathe. Your own warmth is one of the only things that can make her calm. When the voices blur away and only you and her are left, she opens her eyes again, your reflection sharp inside their pink. "What do you have to tell me?" now it was your time to take a breath, because knowing Jinx, she could have two reactions over your news: making fun of you or absolutely losing her shit. "I... I am a virgin".

She takes a moment to process the information and then lets out a wheezing laugh, making blood rise quickly to your face. "That's it?! I thought I accidentally hurt you or something!". The only thing you can do at this point is pout and look away offended. "Oh come on toots" her hands take a hold of your face before turning you to her, who is smiling softly and with tenderness. "I am just kidding. Don't be so moody. And besides..." she captures your lips, biting and licking and sucking until they darken, leaving a faint trace of blood where her teeth were, "...It's so fucking hot".

The descent to get to her prize is tedious and long, but Jinx can't help but want to savor each one of its steps. Her fingers finally hook on the hem of your pants and pull down, revealing your naked thighs to her; the only thing stopping her from claiming her prize is the fabric of your underwear. "Wait a second..." despite how cute you look to her, Jinx rolls her eyes at yet another one of your attempts to stop her. "What, toots? You don't want me to fuck you?" your eyes widen when she so bluntly says that, without an ounce of embarrassment on her face, but continue. "What?! N-no I want to....it's just that..." you eye Jinx's position on the floor. "The wound might be painful if you crouch... I don't want you to hurt yourself".

"So, what do you want me to do?". You look back between Jinx and the plush, comfortable bed, a lightbulb popping off on your head. "Lie on the bed", you say, making Jinx blink a few times before processing and understanding your intentions. "Ohh, I didn't take you for the kinky type, toots". She crawls over the bed, making sure to look as alluring as possible, then lies down with her head pressed on one of your pillows. "There. Do you like this more?" the way that she's so smug about it, with that stupid smirk of hers, makes you want to choke her to death.

"Shut the fuck up", you follow her, placing yourself on each side of her head, feeling her hands rise on your tighs to curl on the soft fabric she so wishes were to disappear. "Hmhm, alright" she eyes the patch of cloth that has begun to show a wet stain, images of what she is going to do to you already flashing in her mind. But this position prevents her from sliding them off without you having to move away from her, and she'd rather keep you and your pussy here. "You know, as much as I love how cute you look with these..." you only have a brief moment to see a malicious glint in her eyes, before she tears your underwear apart, leaving you naked in front of her "I'd much rather have you bare". "Jinx! I just told you to shut up!" it doesn't help that she doesn't mind you and whistles loudly, making you feel more and more embarrassed. "And I -shut up!-. And-and those were expensive! Do you know how-!" but all your words die in your throat when she, with a strength you didn't know she had, pulls you flat against her mouth.

She licks your clit like a starved woman, like it will be the last meal she'll ever have. She doesn't dive right in your pussy, instead takes her sweet time to torture you, making you wish she'd just fuck you already. "Jinx...please, I-" she opens her eyes to see you above her, naked and panting with pleasure, something she only ever dreamt of seeing.

She can't say no to her favorite piltie. Her cold hands grab your ass, propping you up in a new angle on her face so you can't move, but she can do everything she wants to. She spends the next minutes milking your pleasure out of you, before pushing one finger slowly inside of you. You gasp in pain at first, a small trickle of blood wetting your skin and her fingers, and after a few minutes, feeling need arise from the depths of your guts. Jinx's eyes widen when she first feels you move atop her fingers, riding them messily; and she already has a new idea. "No, none of that toots" with her left hand, she yanks your hips down on her fingers, preventing you from moving further. Her next words feel like ice cold water on naked skin; "I won't make you cum if you do it again" and as if that wasn't bad enough, she emphasizes her point with a trust of her fingers. "You will be a good girl, won't you?".

"Yes, yes, yes I will be a good girl..." her smile is all you see before she disappears underneath your thighs. As soon as you get used to the alien feeling of her fingers inside of you, her pace is unrelenting; fast and hard, torturing your clit with her lips. She takes your hips and places your slit directly onto her tongue, forcing you to grind down on it. When you start to wheeze from her touches, she decides to move onto the next phase of her plan. "Hey baby, get up a sec" you would rather keep on grinding on her tongue, but comply anyway. You get up, putting ditance between your slit and her mouth, but while you do, she directly shoves in her fingers, making your legs almost give out. With her other hand she pushes you until your ass is flat against her lap. "Come on, bounce" you don't let her repeat herself twice, already fucking yourself on her fingers at the best of your abilities. What she's seeing is far better than anything she could have ever dreamt of: her favorite piltie bouncing up and down her fingers, eyes heavy and panting above her. And your movements on her own crotch only make her feel more and more euphoric. Oh, if only she could feel you... When she curls her finger on that spot that has you keening, you finally come undone; finger intertwined, billions of stars exploding beneath your eyelids and electricity coursing through your veins. You collapse on her, skin against skin, puffing and gasping for each breath. Your whines reach Jinx's ears and right now, she wants nothing more than to tear orgasms upon orgasms from you, but she'll have to wait.

You roll over, taking a place near her on the bed, shivering from the intensity of your first time. And when Jinx, with a horrifyingly both sweet and sadistic smile turns to you, excitement clear on her face, your pussy clenches around nothing and your blood turns to ice. "So, wanna go again?"

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Pile 1 I'm sorry, the first thing I noticed was that my eyes kept forcing themselves to shut down for some reason it's like when you are thinking about someone and you sort of force yourself not to that's the vibe. I feel as if this person feels like you are walking away from this connection. I want to tell you that you are very brave for making this decision as I can see how stressed you look. Pile 1 might be extremely exhausted I heard "it's time to go" and had a vision of a clock tickling a brown one very light or dark academia core I think it was 9 o clock? I heard "i let go off what no longer serves me". This person has a victim complex they still that they are the victim here, the one who was wronged they are refusing to see the truth it reminds me of the first thing I mentioned while writing this the eye thing. This person self sabotages things and then cries about it. It's like someone is crying with their eyes closed to everyone that they are tied with rope and can't move but they don't realise that they are never tied in the first place. OML im so mad😭😭😭 this person has placed everything in your power I'll tell you what this is the kind of man who would NEVER plan ANY dates or anything and will ALWAYS say "we'll see" etc I'm so mad this person refuses to put any efforts and wants you to do all the WORK and they might also Gaslight you oh my pile 1 you are doing right throw this son of. A bitch away this made me mad too. Also for those who need it, the flower that you guys choose is lotus and the reason why lotus is my favourite flavour is because even while being surrounded by mud, it never loses it's beauty and goodness. I hope you remember that<3

Pile 2

i like this whoever this person is they might be really forgetful air signs if you are asking about a man ooo he good looking might have good eyes but dark circles I'm seeing a dark blue tshirt and very dim yellow lights is this a party no idea a libra is involved anyways this might be a new connection or you guys might be starting a new cycle. Also the second thing I got and I forgot to include was that whenever this person remembers you they might do it in a very pleasant manner it's like a bunch of people talking about you and all a sudden they'll be like "ooooooo xyz? Oh yea they're good they're nice they're very nice i like them" that's the vibe I'm seeing whiskey??? This connection has alot of raw potential only slowly unleashing or revealing itself now, you have the power to take this connection wherever you want it go rn. There are endless possibilities. Apples keep playing in my head SOMEONE STPP IT. I hope you don't take this the wrong way but I feel like either they feel like this or its both of your energy but there's something about childhood trauma here I keep hearing something shattering like plates or glasses broken family and disharmony is what I heard. And this person might also think that you might be a loner or someone who just really enjoys their own company I had a vision of painting? I guess this might also be interpreted as this was a connection with alot of potential but past trauma kinda ruined shit for the both of you and if that's the case I'm so sorry to my pile 2

Pile 3

Someone here might speak like singing as in even while saying normal sentences you might say it in a very melodious manner something about singing also had a vision of a takeaway as in the window and vibing alibi started playing YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT UUST HAPPENEDNNOTONCE BUT TWIECE OKAY MY RUMBLR CRASHED OUT OF NOWHERE AND THEN OPENED AND I WAS SVARWD THAT MY 3NTIRE READING WILL BE WASTED BUTBIT GOT RESTORED AND THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN BUT AGAIN IT WAS RESTORED. Anyways for some of you something might have happened in this connection that destroyed it as in there was so much hope and light which all ended up in darkness for some reason "all this rage was once love" came to my mind and a very nice warming instrumental played in my head. This is a pile for a very few of you, you might be asking for a past connection. I think there is hope however there's also a need to let go off your emotional baggage in order to continue to connection or for anything. This person also feels this way, that you might have walked away or both of you did because of the unreleased trauma. I hope everything works out in your favour pile 3 <3

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Stages of love | {SaneObaGiyuu}

Theme: Floofy angst !

Note: Is it bad i can't say no

Spoilers! + lil cw for thoughts of suicide/implications of sh

// I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE REQUEST, I MEANT TO DO LIKE TWO OR THREE PARAGRAPHS OF REMINISCING FOR THE PAST BEFORE OBANAI DIED BUT I GOT MORE LIKE 3.5k WORDS BEFORE I GOT TO THE ANGST 😭 THE ANGST COMES A BIT SUDDENLY BC OF THAT, SORRY

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For a couple months, Giyuu, Obanai, and Sanemi had dated. From outside view, it had come out of nowhere. One minute, Obanai and Sanemi were shitting on Giyuu, next minute the three were holding hands and prancing about like a group of princesses at a ball. But really, it had been a progressive year that led up to their relationship. There were the first peaks of interest in each other. It had started, perhaps, with Sanemi. He was the most brash of the three, as was known well, and in the same way quite rudely honest. Only, his honesty came in handy in some cases, such as this.

There was a time where he had to go on a mission paired with Giyuu. It had been a quick one, only taken to the task for the Hashira because there had been several Lowermoons in the area. But it was around that time when Sanemi noticed something different. Giyuu spoke to him only once throughout the four hours they had taken to arrive at their destination, kill the demons, deposit the injured to a safe place and bury the dead. Yet it was enough to spark an interest in Sanemi. 

Giyuu's voice was quiet and collected, usually without emotion. There was something about it, however, that was so... graceful, almost. His words flowed smoothly like water, whereas Sanemi spoke like a firecracker, ready to light on fire. But it wasn't the contrast about them that caught his eye—or ear, rather. Nor was it the words, really. If you asked him, Sanemi wouldn't remember what Giyuu had said that day. But whatever it was, Giyuu's voice seemed to stick into his head, repeating itself over an over. He tried fitting other words into Giyuu's voice. Sanemi. The name 'Sanemi' slipped over your tongue lightly, gently. It was mismatched, really, to the bearer of the name. But it fit Giyuu's voice, his mouth. Sanemi could imagine it, his lips parting to utter the name. It was like a calm river, a trickle. He wanted to hear it, suddenly. Wanted to hear his name spoken from the lips of the man he had detested since they day they'd met.

It hadn't hit him quite that suddenly, no. It came gradually. Giyuu's voice returning to his mind several days after the mission. He turned it over in his head, over and over. He came to the conclusion that he would press words from Giyuu's throat, he would force sound from it. He wanted to hear him again, hear him speak, hear him say his name. 

The name Shinazugawa was crisper. It was like a breeze that took a sudden turn, then returned to its peaceful state. It was alright, perhaps, to hear it spoken in Giyuu's ever-so-soothing voice. But Sanemi longed to hear his name. Sanemi. Sanemi, Sanemi, Sanemi. Giyuu's bluebell eyes flicking momentarily towards him, then back to the task at hand. Sanemi.

One day, Giyuu and Sanemi found themselves the last people to leave as the Hashira's disbanded from their second biannual meeting of the year. They glanced at each other. Giyuu was all but expecting Sanemi to shout at him again, or maybe regard him with contempt before leaving. But he got something considerably different and it caught him off guard, letting a small burst of surprise slip through his façade for a split second before his face settled to its neutral, slack expression.

"Tomioka, will you say something?" Sanemi had asked. He sounded gruff and, in future days, Giyuu would come to recognize that it was his tell-tale of embarrassment. His voice was almost quiet, maybe a shade brighter than Giyuu's. And it was so uncharacteristic of him that Giyuu was unsure it was actually Sanemi. But of course it was, who else would it be?

Giyuu tilted his head in Sanemi's direction, not responding. He didn't understand this request. Would he be chastised for having a quiet voice? Or be shouted at for not talking usually? What was the point of this question?

"Speak, Tomioka," Sanemi repeated, stepping forward. "Say something. Anything."

Giyuu, deciding that he couldn't think of any outcome which might come from this—and knowing full well he could simply leave—he spoke. "What do you mean?"

It was more than enough for Sanemi. He settled back, leaning against one of the pillars on the corner of the porch of the Ubuyashiki's Estate. His arms were crossed and his eyes glazed languidly over Giyuu's form, intent in his own thoughts.

Giyuu got no answer this time, which he considered as karma. People often complained how he rarely—or never—answered. He supposed he couldn't whine about it now, not when he always ignored others. But he stayed there, unsure of himself. 

"Shinazugawa?" 

Sanemi nodded once in response. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was all odd for Giyuu, of course. He didn't understand.

He would come later to identify this strange occurance, would he run it through his head once more.

"Nevermind," Giyuu murmured. Then, wondering if he should announce his leave, added, "I'll be going now. Goodbye."

Sanemi stood up, then, straightening himself. "Bye, then," he said, walking away.

Strange, wasn't it? Giyuu had gone home, mulling the day over, then had decided Sanemi was tired and acting weird and brushed it away.

Sanemi, on the otherhand, had found Obanai in his usual post on a tree. He had climbed up beside him, leaned against a branch, and stared off into the distance. 

"What do you mean? ... Shinazugawa? ... Nevermind. I'll be going now, goodbye."

Shinazugawa.

God, and what was there of 'Sanemi'? He wanted it—needed it—and it came as a shock to himself, even. What was there of Giyuu? Other than his eyes and his voice—of course, he was nothing! Nothing, to Sanemi. Nothing to anyone. But even that wasn't true, was it? Giyuu was becoming something. He wasn't sure what. But it was there. This small, nagging feeling that Giyuu was going to be something... more.

That was the start.

Usually, Sanemi was described as using his words in an almost brutal way. He cursed every other word, he spoke more insults than anything, only uttered a compliment once or twice. In his life, perhaps. But there were times his words came off as sweet, a honeyed tone, peppered with love. This was rare, no doubt. Would it ever happen?

Yes, it would. 

It shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone that Obanai and Sanemi's relationship progressed considerably faster than theirs to Giyuu. They were friends, of course. Best friends, even. Both found the other easy to confide in, often going on walks together to clear their minds, sparring or simply being in the presence of the other. 

In this instance, Obanai had fallen first. And he had fallen hard. 

Sanemi was someone to admire, if you put him under the right light. He was strong, he was honest, yet somehow caring in his own, aggressive ways. He would manage Obanai's eating schedules as best he could, bring small snacks for him. He was trustworthy, too. He could keep a secret—keep a promise. It was evident that nobody saw this in him, save for Obanai. People described him as explosive, angry, like a morbid dog. Behind his back, they would call him names, but tremble in fear were he to glance at them. They didn't understand him like Obanai did. Nobody did, really. Nobody bothered to.

Sanemi didn't mind insults. He only threw some back or ignored them. Obanai brought it up once and Sanemi brushed it off saying, quite reasonably, that people were going to say what they wanted to say and that was that. Either ignore them or waste your time being upset about it, it was your choice. And Sanemi chose to ignore them. He didn't give a single fuck what anyone said anymore, as long as they minded their own business and didn't bother him.

At one point in time, Obanai revealed his scar to Sanemi. They had gotten to the point where he felt he could trust him enough to show this one most intimate part of himself which only Kaburamaru had ever seen before. He figured that if Sanemi reacted badly, he would simply retreat from the friendship he had grown to love and keep to himself. He expected this to happen, in all honesty. He didn't expect much. But it went well, granted. Well enough for Obanai's eyes to open and take in all of Sanemi's cocky smiles, his tall form, his rough voice, everything. And consume it with all his heart, fall deep into waters of an ocean called Love, find himself too drowned in Sanemi that he no longer knew what had happened.

It had probably come in more than the instant it took for Sanemi to accept the scar. But whether it had taken hours or days or months, Obanai knew not. He only knew that he had sunken into this too deeply to get out in a matter of time. He was head of heels for Sanemi and he was not backing out any time soon.

Sanemi caught on, eventually. He wasn't an idiot. And Obanai was exceedingly obvious, flushing at any contact, averting his eyes when Sanemi pulled his top off during training, stuttering and stumbling over his words like Mitsuri. This was before Sanemi's eyes set upon Giyuu. So he considered it. He spoke nothing of his observations to Obanai until he was sure of his answer. Then he brought it up, so bluntly Obanai had all but fallen out of the tree.

"You like me, don't you," he had said one day. Not as a question, but a statement. He was gazing up at Obanai who sat in a tree, legs swinging slightly.

Obanai took exactly one second to register his words before he tipped backwards in his shock, barely staying on as his legs hooked around the branch quickly, making his body swing back and forth for a moment, blood rushing to his head as he hung upside down. Kaburamaru had gotten a more or less worse position, having fallen from his perch on Obanai's shoulders and was now struggling on the ground, tangled up in the grass.

Sanemi sighed and bent down, helping Kaburamaru up and standing back up. "One minute," he said to Obanai, who was helplessly trying to reach up and grab the branch.

He carefully placed Kaburamaru to the side then walked back to Obanai and tugged him down, carrying him to Kaburamaru and settling him down.

Obanai looked away, embarrassed, and quickly brought Kaburamaru back onto his shoulder, busying himself with the snake.

"How long have you liked me for?" Sanemi asked. 

"I never said I liked you..." Obanai mumbled, trying to defect the question.

"No, but it's obvious. You didn't deny it anyways," Sanemi said pointedly, crossing his arms. "Might as well tell the truth, unless you want me to throw you back onto the tree."

Obanai let out a breath. "Fine."

"Good. Now tell me," Sanemi said impatiently. 

"I don't know," Obanai mumbled.

"No? What about vaguely?"

"Since I showed you?" he suggested quietly. "I think."

"Showed me...?" Understanding slipped into Sanemi's expression. "Ah. Your mask."

"Yes."

"Got it."

Silence.

"Are you annoyed?" Obanai asked tentatively. 

"Annoyed? Why would I be?" Sanemi said curiously, moving closer to stand in front of him.

"I'm sure you aren't into men," Obanai mumbled. 

"Nice assumption. You're wrong."

More silence. There was an awkward moment of staring.

"Then you're not into me, specifically," Obanai said quietly.

"Wrong again. How many times can you be wrong?" Sanemi asked, amused by this.

"...you like me?" Obanai asked, obvious shock lacing his words.

"No, I like Tomioka—of course I like you! Was that not obvious?" He paused. "No, I guess I can't ask you that, Mr. King-of-Obvious. You wouldn't understand subtlety if it danced in front of you naked." 

"Shut up," Obanai grumbled. 

"Mhm," Sanemi hummed lightly. "So, answer me, Iguro."

Obanai glanced up. "Hm?"

"Do you want to date?" 

There was some sort of shocked silence—mostly from Obanai.

"What?"

"Do you want to date," Sanemi repeated. "You're not forced to."

"Oh- Oh, okay, yeah. Uhm. Sure," Obanai mumbled. 

Sanemi gave him a satisfied smile. "Alright then." 

And that was the start of their relationship. Romantic relationship, mind you. They kept it a secret. Neither wished to have publicity shined on their private lives. It started with smaller things but it fed to their affection to each other, making them grow closer. They found themselves entangled in each other.

Then Giyuu came along. Sanemi was, as stated before, the first to fall for him. Or at least find some interest that mingled—longer than anticipated.

Obanai saw nothing in Giyuu for the longest time. But Sanemi brought it up eventually, deciding he didn't want to dwell on it for too long. Obanai resisted the idea at first, which was reasonable. He gave in eventually, however, as he let himself try to shine better light on the man he usually hated. With this, he found his interest peaked slightly. He didn't see what Sanemi did, necessarily. He found himself more interested in Giyuu as a person, rather then why he was always so ignorant and bitchy.

It definitely took time to find himself fully immersed in this man—which was reasonable. Obanai's gaze was set on Sanemi and he refused to look away for even a second. But Sanemi's apparently sudden interest in Giyuu made him rethink a bit. He wanted, more than anything, for Sanemi to be content with his life. He didn't want to pressure him to stay with Obanai or anything that would make him upset. So he took the time to look into Giyuu. Maybe they could have some sort of relationship between the three of them, maybe it would make Sanemi happy too. 

To both his own and Sanemi's shock, Obanai found himself seeing some things Sanemi did in Giyuu. He found himself wondering how it would feel to run his hair through Giyuu's long locks. He was drawn to his eyes especially. The blue. It was beautiful, somehow. Not like an ocean that could swoop you away, no, but maybe like the little blue flowers that grew on the sides of roads, swaying peacefully in the breeze. Or like blueberries, small and sweet. Giyuu's eyes were a deep blue, like the depths of a twilight sky. He realized, over time, that he had fallen in love all over again. It wasn't as much as he had felt for Sanemi, that was for sure, but it seemed that in his attempt to please his boyfriend, he had ended up finding the humanity and Giyuu and things to like about him.

He spoke to Sanemi about this, after a couple days of wondering if he should throw away his pride. The conversation ended in both agreeing to talk to Giyuu first. After all, neither had been particularily... welcoming to Giyuu, so they figured that he would probably find nothing in them.

Giyuu, in fact, was positively shocked to know that the two Hashira who appeared to despise him most both liked him...romantically. But he welcomed the idea, saying that he could try to find something in both of them. It didn't come as a surprise—although it wasn't without its disappointment—that Giyuu didn't feel the same. Not at first, at least. So the three started spending a little time by themselves, away from prying eyes. The goal was, for Giyuu, to try and find interest in either or both Sanemi and Obanai. The other two—who had told Giyuu they were dating—only reveled in the time with Giyuu, not wanting to force feelings onto him.

But Giyuu, as Obanai had, quickly ended up captivated by the two. As he spent more time with them, he found himself immersed in their daily lives. It made him feel normal, too, not on the brink of death 24/7. Or at least that he could have a relatively okay life as of now. And with this, he could find the people inside Sanemi and Obanai which he had been mostly unable to see before. It was interesting, to say the least. And his interest was peaked.

He told them, after a couple weeks of mindless talking, that he had come to a decision. They were on a walk, it being a good day, and had finished sparring with each other some time ago. To cool down they'd gone outside—and it was nice, not too hot either. It had been a quiet walk, broken eventually by Giyuu who spoke up.

"Around a month ago, you asked me about... our... relationship? To each other?" he said, trying to remember the words they had used. 

"Go on," Obanai urged.

Giyuu nodded slowly. "Well you told me that after maybe a month I could decide whether or not I'd want to be anything more, or just not have anything to do with you."

Obanai let out a breath. "Are you going to keep us waiting?"

A ghost of a smile formed on Giyuu's face. "Sorry."

"Just hurry up," Sanemi said impatiently. He had been waiting longest, after all. Had liked Giyuu way before Obanai and had waiting for months for Obanai to accept this, then to fall for Giyuu too, and then for Giyuu to come to terms with his decision. 

"Right. I think... I think I feel the same," Giyuu informed them. "I liked spending the month with you two and... and I can see myself with you—romantically—if you'd still have any lingering interest in me." His words were delivered curtly, switching to his usual self as nervousness took over.

Sanemi scoffed. "Lingering interest? Bitch—I still feel the same. Stop being so fucking insecure or whatever it is," he said, crossing his arms.

Obanai mimicked his pose, nodding along. "What he said."

Giyuu's lips twitched into a supressed smile despite himself. "Alright..."

"So are you saying you're willing to date it, though?" Obanai clarified, wanting to make sure.

Giyuu nodded. "I think so."

"Think? Can you be more specific," Obanai huffed.

"Fine. Yes, I am saying that," Giyuu corrected. 

Obanai gave a satisfied nod and glanced at Sanemi.

"Then... we're dating?" Obanai said quietly, unsure if that's what it meant.

"Hell yes," Sanemi replied confidently, swinging an arm around Giyuu and another around Obanai before pulling them into an awkwardly uncomfortable embrace, laughing as they squirmed. 

"You're a lot nicer to me now," Giyuu remarked as Sanemi let go.

"What, do you hate it? I can be mean to you, if you want," Sanemi said, slapping the back of Giyuu's head.

"...I prefer you nicer," Giyuu mumbled, rubbing his neck.

Sanemi smirked. "Then don't complain."

"I wasn't complaining!"

"I feel oddly left out of this conversation," Obanai cut in, arms crossed.

Giyuu glanced at him. "Welcome to the club."

"Oh, shut up. You purposefully go out of your way to not talk to anyone. I don't do that."

"Fair enough."

Sanemi put a hand on both of their heads, patting them. "Let's go somewhere where we don't risk Uzui randomly popping up."

"We can go to my house?" Giyuu offered.

"Lead the way, Tomioka," Sanemi said and the three set off.

And then their relationship tilted and went much further in a spiral of emotions both sweet and bitter, leaving them in dizzying entrancements in the others' hands, lost in the darkest depths of their gaze. The relationship seemed to open up a lot of trust in each other, reopening past wounds on display for the other two to see. At first, it was a bit iffy and they tread carefully in the shallow waters of the shore of an ocean of trust. As time went on, their trust was built upon hundreds of many stepping stones. 

Obanai was, maybe, the first to depict his trust to them in obvious ways. Given that Sanemi was the only of his boyfriends to know about his scar, he had to make Giyuu turn away or force him to wear a blindfold in order to gain a kiss. It irritated him to the point he pushed away his doubts and showed Giyuu his scar. 

It had gone rather smoothly, such as Sanemi's. Giyuu still had trouble coming across with his emotions and tended to push them down or at least away from his expression. So his shock was barely there and he quickly recovered from it, placing a tender kiss along the rough crevice of skin along Obanai's jaw. Sanemi had been there to supervise, in case anything went wrong, but it all went by quite quickly and the three found themselves waking up entangled in each other's limbs, having fallen asleep in what would pass off as an embrace.

At first, they had kept their relationship a secret. But it got tiring having to restrain themself from throwing their arms around one of their boyfriend's whenever they met, so they stopped trying. They ignored any remarks about their relationship—though they weren't blind to them, knowing full well that the other Hashira were in complete perplexity over this—and went on with showing mild affection in front of others. They, of course, didn't want to put their full relationship in display, so kept it at minimum. 

Weeks crept past them, sometimes slowly, other times quickly. It was a gradual process of time that brought the three to a point which they felt they could depict the worst parts of themself and still feel safe in the comfort of their lovers' arms. Their ups and downs were experienced together and many times it was simply just the quiet presence of the other two that brought them feeling infinitely better.

However, its often said that good things never last. And it came quite suddenly, in fact. One minute, they were talking quietly amongst each other, slowly departing to their mission. Next minute they were admist a battle between Uppermoons, the loss of their master weighing them down. And last thing they knew, they were no longer three anymore. Sanemi and Giyuu found themselves the last remaining Hashira. 

For a couple weeks, they spent their time in the Butterfly Estate, crawling towards recovery. But neither felt much of the need for that, really. Obanai was gone. Everyone was gone. It was just them, now. The two of them, all alone. It really felt like that sometimes. And the silence of the makeshift hospital ward was deafening. There was endless time to be lost in thought but it often ended up with one of them in near tears, trying their best not to appear weak in front of Aoi who was much younger than them with many losses, yet pushing herself to the limits to tend to the hundreds of injured Demon Slayers.

Giyuu healed first. His injuries were lighter, despite having lost half his arm, he had lost considerably less blood than Sanemi. He wandered about aimlessly, wanting to go back to Sanemi but knowing he would probably be met with his sleeping lover. Several points in this time, he would go to the Hashira's graves. He, with the occasional help of the Uzui's, would pick flowers and arrange bouquets or make flower crowns to pass his time. He would place them onto the graves of the Hashira, and sometimes on the rank-and-file Demon Slayers as well. And Obanai's. Especially Obanai's.

Kaburamaru had been deposited to Giyuu at one point, knowing that he had been dating Obanai before—Sanemi had been far too tender to give the snake to, having nearly crossed the line between life and death—and Giyuu would place Kaburamaru beside the gravestone as he arranged the flowers methodically. He would talk quietly to himself, imagining he was speaking to Obanai.

Obanai had never been keen on words, but he listened. He didn't mind, he said. As long as he didn't have to respond.

So Giyuu would continue going there by himself day after day. Given his many, many times of solidarity, he would have an unhealthy amount to himself to think. And his thoughts often subsided in the worst ways possible. He would speak his thoughts to Obanai's grave sometimes, trying to pretend that Obanai was in his arms, listening. But it never worked.

When Sanemi was let out, Giyuu considered telling Sanemi how he felt. But he denied himself the possibility. Sanemi would be disappointed, and he was probably dealing with worse as he had also lost Genya. So he would bury himself in Sanemi's chest, trying not to cry as guilt filled his mind to the brim. Why was he here? Why not Obanai? Obanai deserved to be here with Sanemi more than Giyuu did. It just made more sense. Obanai and Sanemi had known each other for longer—at least had been closer for considerably longer. They had even dated long before Giyuu had intervened in their relationship. So why was it that Obanai died? Why not Giyuu?

And Sanemi would be silent, unaware of the thoughts flooding Giyuu's brain. His arms would rest around Giyuu's shoulder, eyes closed and head tilted back. They would be like this often. Silent. In fact, Giyuu wasn't the only thinking like this. Sanemi's thoughts ran quite similarly, his mind working up the hundreds of different ways things could've gone differently, wishing he hadn't been so incompetent. 

The unfiltered thoughts got to their heads eventually. Nestling a small space in their minds and expanding their homes until all they could think about was how worthless they were. 

Their katanas had been put away, thrown into a closet of some sort. They didn't need them anymore but the swords had been such an intimate part of their lives that they couldn't bear to get rid of them. 

The katanas resurfaced, however. Unsheathed. The blades, pulling their skin taut. For a moment, it hovered over their arm, or their leg, or their chest, unwilling to make a mark. Not another.

But then it was done. Blood spilling freely. It came as a momentary relief. They were feeling pain, they deserved the pain. But then it only stung, a harsh reminder that they were stupid.

Neither knew of each other's own hurting, though both felt similarly. For a long time, they simply avoided the topic of the gradually growing amount of bloody bandages in the trash. The towels, originally white but now pink from stained blood. They spoke nothing of it. Not until Tengen came along to check on them. Both were tired and weary, momentarily forgetting everything they wished to hide from everyone but themself.

Tengen had walked in and taken one look at them. Then he'd excused himself to the bathroom, stalking back with a roll of bandages he's supposedly gotten from the counter.

He had been furious and it hadn't taken long for Sanemi and Giyuu to realize that something was about to happen.

He had confronted them about the blood, made both Sanemi and Giyuu admit that they were hurting themselves, hauled them to the Butterfly Estate, chastised them the whole time Aoi tended to their wounds, then promptly moved in temporarily in their house.

Giyuu and Sanemi were both, somehow, shocked at the revelation that their partner was doing what they were themself. 

When they had been let home, the two had cuddled for a bit, silence casting over the room as their thoughts mulled.

"Are you okay, Giyuu?" Sanemi murmured, after a while. 

Giyuu nestled closer against his chest, eyes closed. "Are you?"

"Should we really answer this?" Sanemi said quietly, closing his own eyes and resting his head against Giyuu's. 

"Not if we want an honest answer."

Sanemi hummed in agreement, tilting his head down to press a fleeting kiss on Giyuu's forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't notice before."

"I could say the same."

Sanemi tugged Giyuu up, opening his eyes. "Why were you doing it, Giyuu?"

Giyuu frowned. "Obanai."

Sanemi's jaw tensed at the name. "Be more specific."

"I feel bad. Obanai saved my life during the battle at one point. At another, I was too late to save him. If it wasn't for Inosuke or Zenitsu or Kanao or whoever had moved him out of the way, he would've died. I wasn't helpful, and probably one of the reasons he did die," Giyuu mumbled. He felt a small sense of relief upon speaking these words. Often in the past, only saying what was bothering him felt like a huge weight had been lifted from him. He hadn't wanted to bother Sanemi, so he'd said nothing. But now it gave him a sense of nostolgia, hitting him right through his heart. He let out a breath. "And for you...?"

Sanemi was silent for a moment. When he spoke, he had completely changed the subject. "You know... you're talking a lot more now."

Giyuu tilted his head up, blinking, confused, at his boyfriend. "Huh?"

"Did you know that I fell in love with you because of your voice?" Sanemi murmured.

"No... I don't know why you ever liked me," Giyuu admitted.

Sanemi huffed. "Don't be an idiot, there's plenty to like about you."

"You changed the subject, Sanemi."

"I don't want to talk about that."

Giyuu gave in. "Fine. Go on."

"Well, I liked your voice because it always sounded so... smooth. Elegant, maybe. It fit your breathing form—water. It flowed like water and I loved it. Do you remember when I asked you to speak?" Sanemi asked, nudging Giyuu's head up to kiss him gently.

"I was confused why you told me to. I thought you wanted to berate me for having a quiet voice or something," Giyuu whined, remembering his confusion.

Sanemi laughed softly. It felt awkward, his face moving with muscles he hadn't prodded in a while now. The smile faded from his lips slowly. "I would play your voice over and over in my head. I really wanted to hear you say my name."

"Shinazugawa?"

"No. Sanemi. I don't know, it just... belongs more to me," Sanemi mumbled. "Shinazugawa is my family name, almost everyone calls me that. I didn't want to hear it from you."

Giyuu gazed at him. There was a sort of longing in Sanemi's voice, as if he had turned back to the past and found himself wishing the same thing as he had then. "I can say your name all you want, Sanemi," Giyuu said gently. "Do you like hearing your name? Sanemi? I like saying it." 

Sanemi's cheeks were powdered pink and he shifted, pulling Giyuu on top of him as he gazed up at the cealing. "I do like hearing it. From you, specifically."

There was a moment's pause.

"Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"How did Obanai start to like me?"

Sanemi gave this consideration, heart throbbing at the thought of Obanai. He didn't want to think about this. But Giyuu asked—he wanted Giyuu to be happier. So he'd give him anything now. "I told him that I liked you. He didn't like you for a while, but he let me like you."

Giyuu frowned. "Did he ever like me, or did he just play along then?"

Sanemi shook his head. "No, no, he did like you. He fell for you too, eventually. But he never told me much about it. He just said he was starting to see what I saw in you. A bit after that we asked you out, and you know the rest."

Giyuu nodded. "Obanai never talked a lot so I didn't really know what he did or didn't like about me."

"Would you have changed if he told you his opinions?"

Giyuu shifted guiltily. "Maybe?"

Sanemi sighed. "I noticed you deliberately adapting to my wants. I was more talkative than both of you, probably. I'm not stupid, though. I could tell you were trying to change yourself." 

"...well I wanted the best for you," Giyuu protested.

Sanemi mussed his hair with his good hand. "The best for me is whatever's best for you."

Giyuu huffed but didn't protest any further. He propped himself up by the elbows, gazing down at Sanemi, his hair falling from his shoulders. "Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Sanemi's expression softened. "I love you too."

"I also love Obanai," Giyuu added.

"...I love him too," Sanemi murmured. 

"Sanemi?"

"What is it?"

Giyuu paused. "You haven't told me why you were... that." He motioned vaguely to Sanemi's chest where scars much too recent creviced his skin in a raw red.

Sanemi's lips tugged into a frown. "It's... it's nothing."

"Sanemi! I told you why I was doing it, you have to tell me why you were."

"...fine. I'll keep it brief." Sanemi reached up, pulling Giyuu back down. "Genya and Obanai." 

"Huh?"

"I understand where you're going at with your explanation for Obanai. If I think about it, I can pin point several times I could've jumped in which probably would've saved Genya's life—whether or not it took my own. Same for Obanai. Kanzaki was saying something about it, but I wasn't really listening. Survivor's guilt, she said. She said that sometimes it feels better to have died than to have survived." 

Giyuu nodded slowly. "It's not your fault, Sanemi."

"It's not yours either."

There was a silence—neither comfortable nor awkward. More thoughtful, both consumed in their minds.

"Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna see Obanai's grave with me later? We can go to Genya's after," Giyuu suggested.

"...alright. Tomorrow, though. I'm tired."

Giyuu hummed in agreement, nuzzling his neck as his eyes fluttered close. "Tomorrow."

"I love you."

"Love you... both."

A pause. I love you.

Obanai's grave was covered in flowers, most colorful that could be found. Every day they were replaced with fresh ones, the old ones buried like Obanai.

I love you.

Obanai.

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When you write endlessly more than you'd planned to

this was supposed to only be 1k words! Wth 😭

I liked writing it tho <3

[basslinegrave]

sonic 3 spoilers (longer - very long thoughts)

just thoughts about something that i would add to the movie

1) i fully expected sonic to take the photo of shadow and maria and later give it to him, since he destroyed everything else and it would be nice like "hey i held onto this for you, might be important" i think it would be a nice way to connect them in an even stronger way. it felt like the rivals to friends was rushed, though shadow seemed to be depicted as more youthful here, i still feel like he would need something more to get through him (but then he def felt something already when he hit tom so it wasnt like a sudden switch or anything)

2) maybe i wasnt paying full attention but robotniks last words came kinda out of nowhere, i really expected them to show at least a little bit of the times stone cared for him. like have him go through the realization and let him feel it on screen a bit longer. maybe he had a moment of thought but i dont remember that. (also it was good but kinda silly in retrospect he really broadcasted it to the whole world 0 shame 😭 just imagining bot from the first movie seeing his future self say that. hed explode)

i would add like 10-20 mins to the movie for this. just let the characters stop for a moment and feel. but then, its a sonic movie. the audience is 5 year olds. it doesnt matter. but i still felt like a lot has been cut or missing? - then again, i need to rewatch it/watch the original to see the original pacing and wording of things. perhaps some things got lost in translation or whatever. i also couldnt concentrate cause someone kept fucking talking over the movie. but what wasnt shown just wasnt shown. also for shadow idk i thought they would go for some brooding scene in the vibe of spiderverse introductions but it went all action but ig they made up for it later i loved the scenes with maria and the stargazing (back when i was into sonadow stargazing was my fave trope for them. stars in general. so this was beautiful. shadow as a falling/fallen star too and in this case it applied to both him and sonic)

3) more music. again this might be just the case of the dubbed version but i felt a severe lack of music? and to me personally the live and learn part felt extremely weak, the orchestral version or whatever it was is nice but here it wasnt hype enough for me. idk, again, maybe the og will feel different but you know. if more of the scenes were treated music wise like the dance ones id be more hyped, i dont like when they use a song but only like 4 seconds of it and stuff. to compare it with an example of what i loved it would definitely be deadpool - the opening fucking slayed and also the like a prayer part. that shit went hard as hell and i didnt even like dp3 that much.

but overall i feel like the pacing was so much better in this one than the second movie and it felt like they actually gave more screentime to the nonhuman characters this time

- this is more critical but there were also parts that i loved and like overall the movie was good, i liked the story, i liked what they did with shadow (i wish they stretched out the tokyo part longer though, that was dope), loved what they did with him and maria, the movie felt balanced enough (but i felt that way about 2 and then on rewatch it was noticeable how many useless human scenes there were so that might change), the gun agents were walking the thin line of being too annoying but it was doable, i loved what they did with walters! also i like wade as a character but this was just enough (people were Groaning when he got on screen lmfao) same applies to the others but i was surprised that was it. so silly

however i still enjoyed 2 more. but this might just be the case of "im super tired, quite depressed, i dont care about anything rn, some ppl fucked me over today and i dont feel good, the vibe is off, i cant hear half of the movie, im too hot and got low bp and keep hearing my heartbeat louder than anything else, and i didnt get a happy ending" rather than "movie bad"

when they revealed shadow in 2 i was jumping off of my seat and gripping the one in front of me. this post creds reveal here was like "oh! okay nice" (<- expected this so 0 surprise or anything)

also for 2 i went in with low expectations and got peak. for 3 i expected better than 2. so i failed myself there

i wish i could say i enjoyed this even more than the 2nd movie. i wish i got back from the cinema just typing out jumbled words and screams on social media like after the 2nd. i got out of this one like "i have to pretend i loved this greatly like i had to do with the fnaf movie" but this was at least better than the fnaf movie to me lmao

fucking sonic prime got more reactions out of me than this movie and i wanted to enjoy it so bad. anyway i need meds or something i ran out of D3 its also that speaking thru me

[myrockandrollking]

Unfortunately, my grandma is the only person irl who shares my love of the Beatles, so we had a movie night and watched a Hard Day's Night and it was a blast! Here are some of my thoughts and comments on the film and some of my favorite parts/quotes (sorry if it's out of order):

• the opening is obviously iconic, I love how George and Ringo fall and almost get fucking trampled and we aren't even a minute in yet

• also the way John just laughs at them took me tf out, I love it

• "he's very c l e a n"

• Paul's grandfather was fucking helarious

• my grandma was singing all of the songs so loudly that I couldn't hear any of them 💀

• "Tell me, how did you find America?" "Turn left to Greenland"

• "What do you call that hairstyle you are wearing?" "Arthur"

• the entire part where George is mistaken for a teen model had me cackling

• "do not breathe on me, Adrian"

• "grotty" should be used more

• I love how the manager was basically just like a babysitter trying to take care of four out of control children

• I did not appreciate the Ringo's nose slander, his nose is beautiful

• Ringo's wack ass dancing was so amusing to me

• "Do I snore, John?" "Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son."

• John randomly oinking like a pig caught me off guard tbh

• Ringo being protective of his drums is literally me with my guitar

• "Put yer tongue away, it looks disgustin hangin out, all pink and naked."

• all of the songs were bangers, ofc

• all of the John in the bath scenes give me pure serotonin, I love his goofy ass

• me and my grandma sang a duet of And I Love Her when it came on and it was so fun and sweet

• I'm so sad that they didn't add "You Can't Do That" into the film since it's my favorite song on the album

• since I watched Nowhere Boy directly before this and almost cried, this line tore out my heart

• the scenes of Ringo with the kid were so random but also so wholesome

• the whole mistaken identity scene with John and the lady had me laughing and blushing, oh my God

• since my grandma is a George girl, she was simping hardcore during his song, it was so cute

• she literally yelled "I've got dibs on George!"

• my grandma also doesn't laugh when she thinks stuff is funny for some reason, so it was basically just me cackling in the otherwise silent living room the whole time

• she kept looking over to me throughout the film and finally said, "man, you're all over John the whole movie, huh?" 😭

• please, she can't talk, this women literally ran up to the TV and touched George's face 🤣

• okay, I know I'm going to sound delusional as fuck but just hear me out-

During this exact particular scene:

I swear to God, for a second I thought I could smell John through the screen. So, the whole room just smelled like nothing basically, but when the camera was on John straight ahead in this scene after he's talking to the lady in the hall, my senses just exploded basically. I suddenly smelled strong tobacco and cigarette smoke, along with a clean sweet smell and citrus. It's like when someone walks by you with a lot of cologne or something and you are hit by it? It was like that with the sudden angle change when it went to this shot of John. It was the weirdest shit. I know it sounds dramatic and like I'm making it up, but weirdly enough it's happened to both me and another family member a few times with other movies, but idk why lol. Then when John went up the stairs it faded away and didn't come back. No one smokes in their house either and there was no smell like any of that in the room before, so it was really weird but also oddly comforting. Anyways, I'm probably just going insaine.

[lumnries]

┆．pairings stan marsh x gn reader ft. kenny

┆．synopsis stan’s been friends with you since 4th grade, how does he feel realizing he holds feelings for you?

┆．cw not proofread

✉️ … this is my first blog post SO i just wanna say my reqs are open !!!! hmu, you can find my rules here :D i don’t write a lot so this got a bit poor but i tried my best <\3 I FORGOT TO MENTION, THEY’RE IN HIGHSCHOOL HERE 😭😭😭

he doesn’t really realize at first, he’s always noticed how his heart beats faster whenever you were around but never really thought much about it.

it was on the first of the month he recognized his feelings for you. he doesn’t know what to do, should he tell you or keep it to himself? he ponders about it for a bit while walking down the halls. as he reached his locker, he sees you hesitantly talking with kenny. it doesn’t help that both your lockers are right next to each other, but that’s besides the point. he’s more focused on finding out what you guys are taking about.

“hey, why are you guys whispering?” he asks as he opens his locker. only then do you turn around, and god does he feel like disappearing. “stan… it’s nothing.” he stops for a moment. & stares at you, he promptly takes note of your flushed expression & mentally frowns. “well, alright. where are the others?” he closes his locker as he looks at the both of you. kenny seems indifferent but he doesn’t fail to see the slight smirk he wears. now, his dejection is plastered all over his face. an expression of dumbstruck takes over you. “stan? what’s wrong?” you ask, his previous state nowhere to be seen. “don’t worry, i just remembered i had to do something.” giving you no time to speak, stan rushes away.

“seems like he’s discovered something.” kenny disrupts you from your train of thoughts. “kenny, this isn’t the time. he was probably upset about something else.” he shrugs. before you can add on another comment, the bell rings indicating the start of the first period. “shit. let’s talk again later at lunch.” you hurriedly walk to your class as kenny follows behind you. sighing, you open the door to your classroom only to be greeted by your teachers scowling face. you apologize, walking to your seat. you sit down, fixated on your teachers discussion — unaware of a certain someone’s gaze.

suddenly, it’s already lunch. you wait in line with the others in front, allowing you to consider how you actually feel. if you’re gonna be honest to yourself, you’ve probably felt this way towards stan for months now; but you’ve never bothered to express your feelings as he’s always been interested in wendy. but, kenny has certainly made you doubt yourself. you weren’t stupid, you noticed how he seemed to fidget whenever you were around or how his face seemed to slightly burn crimson whenever you complimented him. you sigh, confused by his change in behavior.

& just like that, the day ends. you say your goodbyes to your friends as you walk home. the cool breeze hitting you. your days went on just like this, days turned into weeks & the end of the month eventually got closer. it was the 31st. your day went on how it usually was, but nobody could imagine the stunned look on your face when stan told you to meet him at stark’s pond after class. your heart was racing as you were approaching the said location. you reached the lake, seeing the familiar figure of your friend.

he himself was painted with an embarrassed look. your mind went blank as he got closer & opened his mouth. “y/n, i’m slo glad you came. this is kinda humiliating. i mean, seeing me like this.” he stammers as he talks, “okay, i know this might be sudden but i like you. recently, i’ve started contemplating about how i felt towards you. and i’ve come to the conclusion that i’m absolutely fucked whenever i think of you because i just can’t seem to get you out of my head.” your gaze follows him as he turns his head, looking away. you hold his hands, seemingly making the raven haired boy redden even more. despite this, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“stan. i like you too, you don’t understand how happy i am just being in your presence. i’ve loved you since last year, i just couldn’t stand the idea of ruining our friendship over something i can’t control. just being together with you was enough, but now i’m not so sure.” he’s finally looking at you. your heart feels like bursting. he brings his face closer to yours, as you guys embrace each other. the warmth you felt that day couldn’t be described. & as the month finished, so was the constant confusion of your relationship with the boy you’ve liked.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Ahh could we get a coulrophobic sunshine x Jack scenario? I hate clowns but Jack is such a comfort character for me 😭😭💕💕💕

Sorry I got to this so late! Drawing them stripper boys is a lot of work! Will post those on my art account! @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

Thanks for such the cute idea, I didn't really like clowns before Jack, but Jack is just a huge comfort to me now. That said, let's write it! Contents Inside: Coulrophobic Sunshine, Some mentions of scream/panic, otherwise very wholesome and sfw.

Just because this is SFW Content, does not mean minors should interact with this post, and this game as it is an 18+ community only. For SFW/Non-18+ Related content/artwork, go follow my non-roleplay account(s) mentioned above. ___________________________________________________________

Jack goes through that T.V screen of yours was absolutely horrifying, no doubt about it.

But seeing that he was a tall blue hair ghost clown as well?

Even more horrifying.

Poor thing, you were just in the corner screaming for dear life while Jack kept trying to calm you down.

Which only made you scream more.

After countless days of 'off and on' sleep, you tried your best to rationalize.

He hasn't hurt you the entire time he's been here.

All Jack ever has done was try to calm you down when you went on one of your tangent panics.

He's cleaned up your house, and wonderfully at that.

He's even made you breakfast!

Who doesn't love a good homemade pancake with delicious fruits and sticky syrup?

Jack's been trying his best to take his time with you.

You can tell from the way he approaches you slowly and refrains from sudden movement, like if you were approaching the neighborhood stray to pet it.

Slowly but surely, you decide to reach out to him for the first time.

As he's cooking your breakfast one morning per usual, you stand next to him and watch the magic happen.

Jack takes notice and side eyes you.

A small smile crept from his lips for a quick second before he put his attention on not burning the cake.

When he finishes, he hands you the plate of flap-jacks.

You tell him to sit next to you, and he obliges.

He slowly pulls up a chair and scoots in beside you, hands on the table and with a soft gaze.

You couldn't help but smile back, he was so sweet.

You felt bad, but he could understand.

I mean he came out of nowhere, and how was he supposed to know you were afraid of clowns?

No hard feelings at all!

You look at him and manage to mutter a good morning to him.

"Morning! H-How are you? Are you alright?"

His tone was energetic and excited.

This would be the first time you ever talked together normally.

He slowed himself down because he didn't wanna scare you off as he just began to make progress.

"I'm alright, thank you..how are you?"

And with that, the two of you began to make conversation. It was rather nice.

You got to learn about Jack a bit more, other than the fact he was a mysterious clown that can come out of screens.

Jack got to get to know you better, and he got you to trust him just a bit more.

That's all he ever wanted, for his sunshine to not be afraid of him.

You appreciated that he took his time with you, and that he worked alongside instead of pushing.

Ever since Ian, it was really needed.

It was perfectly timed almost.

Probably a coincidence though, right?

As a few months passed by, your relationship grew with Jack in the best way possible.

You guys would talk about the most random shit together.

You'd bake goods together, cook something up for dinner.

You let him sleep beside you instead of the couch.

And soon enough, it got more personal.

Sentimental cuddle hours..

Bubbly bubble baths..

And some even more personal things in bed~

And when it came to the question in mind:

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

You couldn't be happier.

You lunged into his arms and he picked you off your feet.

He showered your beautiful face with as much love as possible. The two of you couldn't be in anymore joy than this.

Jack finally earned your trust, and earned the love and devotion you wanted, deserved.

You finally earned someone who loves you and wouldn't hurt you for the world.

[jihyoruri]

Story time about the time I flew down a hill, chat I was on my bike one time (this was like three-four years ago) enjoying the weather and scenery but then this hill came out of NOWHERE and so I was going fast as fuck and all the sudden I’m just flying down a hill and I fell off my bike, got a horrible cut on my knee but I thugged it out and walked home after.

I then walked inside my house with zero expression on my face whatsoever but as soon as I got into my room I bursted into TEARS, that shit was hurting 😭

— 🎸

idk how yall keep ur tears in NAH IM CRYING RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW ‼️

[ghostaddictgremlin]

Kamen Rider Gaim

Grande finale and I'm over with Gaim for now. I don't think I'll make a full review but overall it was rather mid for me and I don't think I'll watch it again (except certain Micchi episodes I have saved). I may watch some movies for Micchi but they're not on my KR prio list

Ep 41

I am confuzzled. They spent 40 episodes setting up this scenario saying it's a bad characteristic of Kouta... and now trying to be like: oh no, what will he choose?!

Honestly the only really uncomfortable thing with Micchi is Mai. But also... every relationship with Mai is uncomfortable

What is that bitch fight between Kaito and Micchi?😂

Why do you sound sooo adorable, Dr. Stylish?

THE BOIS!!

I expected it but still....

"Begone!" Yeet😂😂😂

Why are the gay cake dude and the cowardly glasses dude literally the best duo in the show?

Oh god, Micchi, my darling boy

Somehow Dr. Stylish gives me the vibes to also pathetic die like Sid

I wish I could feel even a tiniest bit empathetic with Kaito but I can't

Kids show :). Just mutilating the dead body

Ep 42

Peko has Gaim jacket :((( /pos

(Dr. Stylish just came out of nowhere. That was almost tea up my nose)

I would not fucking trust him

We're literally in the last episodes. Don't fuck me up Kaito

How fucking much I hate Kaito

ROHRBRUCHGASSE

Like even with all his insanity going on I feel like Micchi is still a nicer person than Kaito

I am seething. I feel like Kaito is presented as a good guy and Micchi as a bad guy but I feel lika Kaito is much more of a bad guy and much more into insanity

Micchi... my poor boi... my darling.... you're fucking manipulated again

OH NO MY POOR BOI

MY POOR BOI "Don't assume it's precious to me, just because it's my own life!" What if I fucking kms

Ep 43

BRUH DID NOT JUST CRUMBLE IT WHILE TAKING LETHAL DAMAGE

THE AESTHETIC OF THAT FUCKING SCENE?!?!?! I'm gonna kill myself

MICCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

You're wine absolutely does not look like wine

I fucking hate you. I love you. But I fucking hate you Dr. Stylish

Dr. Stylish I can't do this rn. I am sad over Micchi. Pls. I have conflicted feelings here

I- pls I can't I mmmmmmmm help

It's Mai! But with a cheap wig!

WHO MADE THAT SHOT?! WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GREAT SHOT?! IT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS PISSING HIMSELF😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kaito, do not touch my fucking boi. If you say one stupid word to him I will punch you so hard through the screen your existence as a character will be deleted

That is actually a focking amazing suit holy shit

On the one hand I am glad they didn't try to make me like him but also that resulted in me not liking him till the end

Oh wow, he looks cute with his hair open. Is he gonna die now?

LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY BOY😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😭 I have terrible humour

What did I say he dies pathetically?

Oh he's still alive? Oh he lost his mind?

I'm malfunctioning over his hair

OH he died even more pathetically funny

What a dramatic bitch I love him

Oh holy fucking shit what the hell???

You're really aesthetically dying ngl

Ep 44

ROHRBRUCHGASSE

OH Oh there's the horse. And there's the beginning

Kaito, shut the fuck up

I love that as soon as they become evil their hair becomes unbrushed

Why is everyone like literally insane. Wtf peach

I feel like it's not surprising that Kaito is the evil guy but it feels so sudden that he's now the evil guy after they tried to sell me him as a good guy for 40 fucking episodes

Oh no baby Zack no......

Sadly this is by far the coolest suit like damn

See???? See melon man!! He was deadly wounded and managed to get a shirt!!! Take notes!

Fucking exploded Kaito

Why does the soundtrack slap so hard in the last episodes tho

Ep 45

Pls don't die Zack

Honestly I can't believe melon man is dead. Like I really thought he's gonna come back

Can someone please hug my darling boy

Micchi......

Kaito was the original alpha male

Did you try to fucking explode him?

Well rip fucking peach lmaoo

DID MY BABY JUST DIE WTF MAN?!?!?!

How the fuck is she still alive?

Why can no one eat those fruits like a normal fucking being?

"I'm sorry, Neechan... I... can't eat your cooking anymore..." Kouta baby.....

Idk why the military is so funny to me but it's incredibly funny to me rn

Sadly the soundtrack slaps so hard yk

Ep 46

How the fuck did you get there and why are there explosions?

I really can't be sad he's dead. I fucking hate him

Oh no, it's Kouta. But with an ugly outfit and a cheap wig😂

They look so stupid in a... idk good way?😂

And now thinking about it... did Kaito epically carry Peach* just to throw her away somewhere?? Where did he leave her???

Did you really have to bring up Hase again? EHY DOES HE STILL NOT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HASE?!

hevzjqvzjbqkOqjoqjHES NOT DEAD HE'S NOT DEAD LOOK AT MY BABY

I CAN'T DO THIS WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY DARLING BOI

Oh my darling boi. He needs a hug and a hot chocolate and a stage to dance again

Oh welp he isn't dead after all

Family therapy♡

*I think I never said that Peach is Minako but I thought that nickname was obvious enough. And I really couldn't remember her name to save my life

Ep 47

I want to hug my little darling boy

I didn't see glasses guy on my list of favourite characters but here he is

Oh I guess that's apple suit but... differently?

I... I think he suffered enough

I love that it fucking hit him in the face

[yuyu-bi]

…this is probably the best episode of the sopranos that I’ve probably ever watched and that’s saying a lot because I’m just really sitting here watching their relationship just like deteriorate in front of me over a freaking rumor that actually is not true for once and I think that’s fantastic but for real like this episode is not really how I thought it would go at all 😭😭

it’s literally like mean girls esque and i’m not even kidding bro w how this rumour spread through out the ranks from now on when men say that women are incredibly dramatic and they overexaggerate I’m gonna direct them to this particular episode because this is a class example of someone really going off the rails but christopher is 100% valid in thinking that something might’ve happened between like Tony and Adriana because it’s is sus but this episode was also so weirdly set up though where all of a sudden tony had more of an interest and feelings for adriana and vice versa and they both started having more of an interest in each other and ofc this happens while christopher was away on a run but him being paranoid and embarrassed by this is so true and real i dont blame him 💀 like why *were* they driving home at two in the morning and like they got into an accident in the middle of nowhere 🤨 and tony telling him otherwise and him just not believing him is also valid bc tony literally sluts around and everyone knows it even praises him for it!!!! gross lmao

i do think he’s going about it a very incredibly dramatic way but i’m surprised and also kinda sad that this is the one thing that made him relapse because the thing is he was actually doing a good job at not being annoying at all like in this season at all like granted this is only five episodes in, but I think he went to rehab like halfway through season four and like maybe came back like a couple episodes or even like the very next episode, but he was fine like he really was not bothering me at all or annoying me he was like very bearable actually especially w all the other shit happening in season four but i didn’t think he was gonna call Tony out I thought he was just gonna shy away from it bc like he looks up to him and everything

but I guarantee you probably at the end of this episode there they will have no relationship 💀💀 he cannot come back from this bro he like shot up his fucking car while drunk see I personally don’t really think he’s fully relapsed until he starts do drugs again which will probably happen it’s just so messy 😭 even w the crew playing telephone w all these rumors even getting uncle jun the dementia patient involved and my dude bobby 😭😭😭 gentle giant bobby participating in this like noooo

personally i would argue that Tony didn’t go far enough in trying to prove to him that nothing happened like they weren’t doing anything because he was just like ‘i know what you’re thinking it wasn’t true’ and i’m like you’re not really convincing at all dude 💀 and like christopher like just like straight up just like told him he was like a manwhore like he was just like you’ve been ‘snatching cooze’ like the last like four or five years 🤣🤣 that was actually really awesome of him not gonna lie like I absolutely loved him for that bc is he wrong??? absolutely not and tony didn’t even say anything to him about it

poor adriana though :( she was literally just in an accident w a neck brace having to deal with all of this of all things but it does make me wonder if he’s actually going to die 💀 but yeah I just don’t want to see the aftermath of this he literally shot up tony’s car and went inside the bar and continued going like 💀 I don’t even think he had bullets in the gun, but he was just like waving the gun around 😭 i will say he really did like have to drink to do all that it was insanely out of character for him but how did reach his breaking point so 🤠

he might be my favorite character now lmaooo

[usedtobecooler]

I have SO many virgin!eddie thots... but definitely face sitting, the reader riding him, sloppy bjs... the list goes on. I would love to see him get more confident and possibly lightly degrade the reader since she came from him calling her a slut? That fic was so important to me 🥹😭❤️ keep up the good work!

no because me too my brain is running at a million miles an hour with ideas!! though i think once eddie got more comfortable around our reader he'd really start being vocal... i feel like it would go a lil something like this.

warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), oral m receiving, dirty talking, degradation, dumbification, bimbofication, crying during sexual acts.

It's only the second time you've ever given Eddie a blowjob, the first time hardly long enough to actually count, considering the second you'd gotten your mouth around him and sucked properly he was cumming down your throat with an embarrassing yelp.

You had told him - in confidence, may you add, - a few days prior that you had enjoyed being degraded in the past. Eddie didn't flush as dark at your filthy words as he once did, but he did still gawp at you all wide eyed and mouth hung open.

You didn't expect him to actually take anything on board that you said, he still stuttered on his breath when you'd talk dirty to him with your cunt in his mouth or your hand squeezing his balls.

Yet here you were, shoved down in the tiny space between the dashboard of your car and the passenger seat on your lunch break, mouth sucking him down wet and hot, when all of the sudden his gravelly voice comes out of nowhere and shocks you.

"Yeah? You like having a mouthful of cock?" Eddie's rambling but his words lack a bit of heat due to the amount of moaning he's doing between talking, fingers harshly gripping and pulling the hair on the crown of your head, "You're such a slut for it, bet you do this for every guy who plays dumb for you."

You moan around Eddie's cock at his words and try to shake your head no, tears pricking at your eyes as your fingers slip deftly under your skirt, palming at your clothed cunt through your panties for some sort of relief. Your eyelids flutter, two fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit through the fabric, shoving forward a little to force more of Eddie's length down your throat, choking and gagging as you go.

"Fuck, you should feel how good it is having your throat close up around me," Eddie's sighing, a whimper escaping when you gag again, sucking him down hotly, "who's the desperate idiot now?"

You whine, slipping Eddie's cock from your mouth in favour of his balls instead, licking and sucking hotly at them whilst your free hand came to wrap around his shaft, tugging him quickly, "Me, I'm the desperate idiot," You admit, the words muffled around your mouthful.

"Putting that dirty mouth to use for me," Eddie coos, looking down at you with wet eyes full of admiration as you slap the head of his dick against your puffy, abused lips, mouthing hotly at it with a small smirk on your face, fingers still rubbing over your cunt fast, "Can't even wait for me to finish and touch you, you're that hot for it."

"M'just your desperate whore, all yours, handsome," You're shuddering against your own hand, licking fat stripes up his cock before sinking back down onto it, hand twisting around the length you can't fit down your throat and sucking and licking hotly to get Eddie to completion.

Eddie falters quickly with how fast you're going, words catching and dying in his throat before he can get them out, "Jesus Christ, fuck, shit," He's moaning loud, fucking his hips up into your mouth wildly and making you choke, "Fuck, make me cum you st-stupid slut,"

You look up, making eye contact and Eddie is a goner. The look of the mixture of tears, sweat and spit on your face has him whining and shoving his hips up harshly, cumming down your throat so hard you gag, struggling to swallow the mouthful he so lovingly gives you.

You continue licking at him slowly whilst his cock softens in your mouth, fingers still working on your cunt. He slips from your mouth eventually and you whine against his bare thigh, biting down and screaming when you eventually cum, legs shaking and eyes wet with tears.

You lie in between Eddie's spread legs for a moment before you eventually speak, "Don't get it twisted, pretty boy. You're still the bitch in this relationship."

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Helloooo! Thank you for exisiting cause finding a GN/male friendly blog is harder than it looks 😭 But i give you choccy milk as my thanks

I hope you dont have too much on your platter already but can I please request a GN reader whos almost like a shadow monster? Its a sudden thought but yknow how Sam probably has smth to do with shadows cause of the char hes based off of, what if the reader was a shadowy monster themselves but their form only can be seen in pure darkness?

Its not a magical girl transformation too, its quick, like if they just step into a small bit of darkness people gets a peek of their true form, and so they have a bit of a bad reputation, but theyre just a nerd in reality who probably doodles bunnies in their notes, how will the bois react?

(This was long so sorry but for the Azul, Ruggie and Rook perhaps?)

Shadow Monster Yuu

I based this off Oz from Monster Prom and Don't Starve so enjoy. Reader is Yuu, but whether or not they have magic is up to you. 

Gn, some swearing and body horror

Azul 

Azul has had his eye on you from the second you appeared in this realm. A seemingly 'magicless', mysterious individual with no background informed at all comes out of nowhere and gets admitted at NRC as a beast-tamer? Furthermore, almost everyone who has run into you has been saying how terrifying you truly were – giving the Tweels and perhaps Malleus himself a run for their money.

What was it about you that was so scary? What made everyone else avoid you like the plague? And also, who exactly are you? You haven't a cent to your name, no records anywhere, is it true what you said? Of not being from this world? Another dimension? Was that truly possible?

After another report from the tweels came back fruitless, with no information at all on you, Azul took it upon himself to study you. You passed by each other during classes, so surely he may be able to get a glimpse of something. Or so he thought. He was right behind you in the hallway as you walked over to the cafeteria, trying his best to not stick out, making it seem like he just happened to be behind you.

Suddenly you stopped, and pressed your back to the wall behind you, glancing at Azul. Azul paused for a moment, before realizing that you were testing him. If he didn't move now, you would know he was following you. Damn, it's time to bring out the business persona again.

"Ah, greetings Prefect, it seems like we are both headed to the same place, care if I join you?"

There was silence for a moment as you looked at him. "Please stop sending people to follow me, it's annoying. Whatever you want, say it upfront." 

Azul paused for a moment. "Now now, Prefect, just where did you get that idea from, it truly makes me– eh?" You walked away from him in the middle of his response. You were quick, and not thinking carefully enough. You stepped in a dark shadow.

You felt the effects immediately, your blood cooling down and body contorting to match the fears of whoever was around you, this time being Azul. Azul's eyes widened in horror as he looked at your shifting form take shape, frozen at the sounds of bones cracking and flesh ripping 

Your eyes were brown, red, and occasionally yellow, Azul noted, trying to make sense of your nonsensical form towering over him. Gnashing teeth and glaring eyes were all across your shadowy form. Claws, spines, and odd tentacles sprouting and shrinking. Your face, or rather faces, terrified him the most. His stomach churned as your faces just seemed to somehow look like every bully he was hurt by in his childhood, all of them flaring down at him, calling him names, still seeing him as the pathetic child he always was.

Azul made the mistake of blinking. The minute he opened his eyes your face changed. It was the twins. They looked down at him in disdain, hate-filled eyes. His only friends, looked at him like he was nothing but shit. You saw Azul's shaking form and for form seemed to suddenly shrink, almost looking like a kicked puppy.

"I… I'm so sorry I didn't mean– this is why I told you not to follow me, I…" Your form came out of the shadows, shooting Azul a flustered, yet apologetic look, before walking off. Once he was over the initial shock, a scheming smirk spread across his face.

Ruggie 

He never meant to run into you. In fact, he went out of his way to avoid you. Ruggie may not be one for rumors, but when the entire hall makes room for you just to avoid you, you can't help but wonder why. Everyone he's met has something awful to say about you. You're scary, you threatened them, you're going to hurt someone. There were too many people saying the same things and he wasn't taking chances. 

Your reputation was no good, just like his. And you both got in trouble over it, just like how he is now. A few students surrounded him, accusing Ruggie of stealing from them. For once in his life, he didn't, but because of his reputation, no one believed him. How he wished to be feared like you and the leech twins. 

"For the last time, I didn't take your wallet! The only wallet I steal from is Leona's." "You fucking liar, everyone knows you're the resident pickpocket. Give it back you stupid fucking hyena!" 

The students prepared their wands and their fists. Ruggies ears dropped as wiggled free from a student's grip, trying to run off and dodge their spells. While stumbling to get up, a few spells got a hit on him, and the smell of burnt fur and the feeling of bruised ribs disoriented him. Still, he managed to get up and run, before he bumped into… something.

Ruggie couldn't even see what he ran into in the dark of the hallway, but he felt it. Something steadied him and pulled him behind it, protectively. "Leave the hyena alone." The voice snarled. Ruggie couldn't help but freeze in place, trying to feel around for a place he could squeeze out of and run off. Every time he felt around, he was felt right back, making him retract his hands. All he could do was look up at this monstrosity that decided to protect him.

He couldn't see its body, but they were huge. Its limbs are ever-moving and ever-changing twitching and twisting in unnatural ways. There seemed to be never-ending rows of sharp teeth in their mouth as they snarled at the group of students, who all quickly turned tail and ran off. Ruggie could only stand there, not knowing if he could escape at all from your but was quickly surprised to see this creature step into the light.

Cringing at the sight and sound of its body snapping into place, he realized his savior was none other than you. So this is why you're seen as scary, huh? Ruggie stared in shock as you looked over at him.

"You're not hurt are you?" At that, Ruggie relaxed and went on the defensive.  "I'm fine thanks to you I guess… so… what do I owe you?"

You stared at him. "Pardon?" "I mean, you surely didn't save my tail for nothing, what do you want from me?" 

Ruggie felt bad when he saw you deflate and flinch. "I… nothing I guess. Have a nice day, hyena." And like that, you walked off. Ruggie couldn't help but feel like he may have judged a bit too soon about it– them. Perhaps they aren't so bad.

Rook

Interesting. From the minute he's heard of you, you've been nothing but interesting. A student from nowhere, with no background, a Prefect of a new dorm? The huntsman couldn't help but be curious.

At first, he was simply going to keep you in the background. You weren't his main target after all, but you were still interesting. Or that's how it was supposed to go. Within a week, you garnered a terrifying reputation around campus.

"I heard that the missing students around campus aren't because they dropped out, but because of them" "The other day, they threatened me with my mother's old pictures, she's been dead for years and I've never shared anything with them!" "I heard a child crying and when I approached it I just saw them there with the creepiest expression on their face!"

All of these amazing stories and he has yet to experience one himself. Surely he could change that! You weren't that hard to find, after all. As a huntsman, he does what hunters do best: stalk their prey. Yet, after hours of following you, he doesn't notice anything strange.

You're meek, quiet, and try to keep a low profile. You're nothing like the reports he has heard. However, it's always the quiet ones that have the most to say…

After a few days of following you around, he saw it. On your walk home to Ramshackle, you slipped into the shade. Your body twisted and cracked before his eyes, melting then stretching into incomprehensible shapes a dimension above his understanding 3D. As quickly as it came, it went, and in the sun your meek form returned. His shocked expression turned into fascination. My my, what a little trickster you are!

[starxscream]

😭 ☕️ 🙈 ✂️ 🌠 💙 Silas and 🤥 🙉 ⚙️ 🌈 💔 Matteo babey

Let's GO gamers

due to this also being a lot it's all under the read more-

also im sorry for the amount of angsty answers (not)

SILAS

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

He does Not cry very easily at all. Being the eldest of an old-fashioned country family, he learned pretty fast crying gets you nowhere and you need to pick yourself up and keep going. So he just kinda doesn't cry. At all rly. He steels himself and keeps pushing forwards no matter how hard it is or how much it is, he's gonna be the "unbreakable" rock.

Ofc, this leads to issues as one might expect but. The rly only way these days to get him to cry is through frustration. One of the few and last times he did cry was when a close friend passed away and he lost his other friends in the process, causing him to be the loneliest he's ever been in his life and dealing with the grief entirely on his own. He never understood why, and still doesn't know why, and it's frustrated him to this day.

Being in similar position would probably get him to cry again, or just getting him so angry at his "friends" that the tears some out cuz there's a lot of pent up emotions there.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

Depends on the season GKNGKH but generally cold drinks! To him nothing beats a cold glass of smth after a long day's work on the farm- He'll down it in a heartbeat the second he gets a break LOL When he's home at the family farm to help out anyways, otherwise he's usually traveling for his usual work. Though having cold water while on the road wouldn't lead to any complaints from him LOL

As for favorite drinks, his would have to be iced sweet tea. You know that kind of southern tea that's made with sugar and a thick syrup? Yea that. Any kind of it rly, could be flavored or plain but he can live off that stuff. Damn Cowboys.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Being the jaded old man that he is, Silas is pretty blunt at this point and a "what you see is what you get" kinda guy, tbh he always has been to a point. Though nowadays he's a lot grumpier and bitter than his younger self.

Though, these days he prefers not to let anyone see his more goofy side that was much more prominent when he was younger- as he's kinda of not the brightest bulb and often gets lost. Makes REALLY dumb choices. Says really ridiculous things that are easily contested. Stupidly stubborn over the dumbest things and refuses to listen, like, over shit like which came first the chicken or the egg or what pizza toppings are the best LMAO. Makes really bad jokes that often fall flat... All of which he could laugh about with others back in the day.

But now he just wants to be taken seriously, as in his position in the Union he's often the one contesting the man in charge, who is one of his aforementioned "friends", and often goes unheard or dismissed. It pisses him off, and hates feeling lesser than him and is determined to get him to listen- some way or another. Even if it means being the loudest in the room and refusing to back down like he's done too many times before.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

It's surprisingly difficult to get Silas to cut someone out of his life when he's bonded with them- as he tends to look out for them and be there for them when he's capable of doing so. Besides, he doesn't LIKE cutting people out of his life as friends are on the level of family to him- and family is the most important thing to him.

However every person has their limits, and Silas certainly has it. Treating their friendship like it meant nothing is a huge blow to him, not giving an explanation to sudden shifts in temperament and starting to treat him like shit, all of that grinds on his gears and makes him realize that he just HATES it when people "were never really friends to begin with". He hates feeling used, or abandoned, and so he gives up trying to find answers onto why things changed and just cuts them out. He's better off without them if they're going to act like this.

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

If you asked him ages ago, he'd wish for his friends to all be back, for things to go back to normal, for no one to have died- Anything to have things go back to normal. But as time passed, the more bitter he became towards his so called friends. The less he wanted to be with them again, if this is how they treated him.

So at some point, he just stopped wishing. Wishing is stupid, and doesn't work. There's no point. Everything he's done he's done with his own two hands and hard work, and that's what he's going to continue to do. Things can never go back to what they once were.

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

Yea...yea....... He's apart from his s/o quite often due to traveling quite often for Union matters. Silas is like a kicked puppy if he thinks too much about it LMAO But it's the norm so he's gotten used to it at this point, he'll return eventually and Vic will b there so it's Okay and it gives him smth to look forward to.

He's not rly much different when his s/o is away and tends just to be the same as usual, just kinda antsy the closer he gets to being done w/work to get back and relax with his partner. Tho if his partner is around when he arrives THEN he gets worried cuz Vic lives in the middle of some pretty dangerous woods and you never know what can happen out there.

MATTEO

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Depends what he's lying about! Generally he's a pretty good liar cuz he's relatively stone faced and apathetic GKNGKH pretty monotone so it's hard to get a real read on him. Esp when it comes to asking about his past or being a vampire, covering that up with a lie is as easily as breathing to him at this point.

HOWEVER when it comes to his own emotions and what he feels it tends to break down a little bit. Esp when he's getting overwhelmed, or his crush, and gets real nervous and kinda bumbles his words and glances EVERYWHERE but the person he's talking to. It's honestly pretty obvious /lh

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

Anything along the lines of "You're a monster." Or "You're inhuman."

While he is a vampire, he was not one originally and was a regular human! He didn't want to be a vampire either, and was kind of forced into it after getting kidnapped by a coven of them. He has very complex feelings about his own vampirism, and clings to the last shreds of perceived humanity that he has- hating being this "monster" that he perceives vampires to be- since well. know. kidnapped.

He tries very hard not to drink blood, resulting in his malnourished appearance cuz well...he kinda Is, and avoiding anything vampiric. For all intents and purposes, he's a human and he wants to be a human again desperately.

So saying that he's the monster he believes that he is would shatter him. As it's just affirming the worst thoughts about himself that he has, being the 1 thing he's trying so hard not to be.

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

He's a science kind of guy, likes technology...cameras...figuring all that out. But he's also pretty artsy considering his job is working as the photographer on set! He appreciates art, even if he feels he's not rly making any- just pressing a button. Tbh he's mostly indifferent to both of them but just due to the nature of his work he gives more importance to art bc he wants to make the models look good. And he's pretty dang good at it.

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

Be patient, one day you'll be free and you'll be okay, even if it seems like you won't now.

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

In a similar vein to a previous answer, being disgusted with him whenever he finally says what he truly is or saying something along those lines I mentioned before. Since it's such a sensitive subject, it takes him a very long time to even consider being honest about it- as he truly believes his partner would leave him immediately for being a freak.

So confirming those worst fears of his...is not great. Imagine putting all your trust in a person and trying to move past ur own fears only for it to get stomped on...... Thankfully this does Not happen and his partner is very good to him <3

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Can you feel me? Zone out , that bitch is tryna drain you, she's already been messing with my energy today. We not paying attention to her, I caught on to what she's doing , she has outbursts and shit on her shit.. that energy gets transferred to our mists (that's one of the ways she does it) and you thinking that she isn't doing anything but she's doing it behind the scenes the same thing happened the day before yesterday .. in the afternoon you posted this

And towards the evening you posted:

She flared up and then she came out of nowhere saying she had mood swings right? Around that same time then all of a sudden conflict with us, she's working against you, me, us behind your back , I noticed that anytime I said something in regards to us, or said something about us doing something.. showed you a sign.. etc she flared up big time .. you witnessed it too.. the other day when you kept flaring up and taking things the wrong way remember? That was her energy/aura

Look at you since she tried to be around more , she's taking the life and any optimism right out of you .. then you wanna smoke more right? You try to find things to fill it voids .. before you were drinking/felt like you needed too.. wanting to party.. wanting to go out .. not even realizing she's the one that's making you feel empty.. but realizing that all along she's the one.. she's always the one.. always in the mix somehow.. yeah you got things going on.. yeah you're going through things..etc but she makes things worse .. she stirs things up in your mind and in your emotions which drags you down then tries to take advantage of that and just like you.. look at the bad luck I had

After she said "kill or be killed" look at all that happened even more

Every since you were distancing yourself from her and said about the universe working in wonderous ways it seems like that infuriated her more and she started to most more after that remember? And then she became more aggressive which made me become more aggressive to protect us

Matter of fact.. doesn't that sound just like what they say the "devil" does? See you doing good and stuff and tries to slither their way back in /around more , all the things I said was harmful to you/your energy..etc she did it even more. I said that her energy and presence causes bad things to occur in your life.. what she do? Be around more. She even tried to manipulate you with that ungenuine shoutout after she read on here that reading about planting seeds. It's not good to talk to her bc she reads things , twists things, tries to justify things look at what she just did.. having you feel insecure/like I don't want you.. trying to make you cheat on me/go against me/not give me your love/the world

Look at how she tried to make it look like y'all was in cahoots when you posted that picture for me. Nothing she says can be trusted. Please don't check for her, don't pay attention to her..etc

She thinks she won yesterday that's why she posted that brain.. remember that reading said that she thinks you're stupid? That she thinks you're an easy target? She manipulates you and boasts about it. All the times you were mad at me, all the times you had things going on in your life she boasted about it, she was happy af, the day she threatened both of us she flipped it around when I went off and somehow you wind up at her house .. that's manipulation, she played the victim even though all this time she was/is the person that should be avoided at all costs. Like how can I person make threats to someone (later on say it's joking which is a lie cause she got it up in her bio too and has said it before RIGHT ON YOUR SNAP) and then when someone defends themselves it gets switched/turned on them? That was very manipulative that's why I'm begging you to please not listen to anything she has to say no matter what it is.

That bitch is still on your account (your IG ) when she's not supposed to me on any of your accounts. This bitch us tryna infest you wherever you go. And she's probably trying to communicate with you on there too when she's trying to get away from her.

PS: get off of IG , you weren't paring frequently like that before or on there, you were posting on SC for me.. see this is another thing I'm talking about this bitch is trying to destroy shit. It's HER fault you fault insecure and see that's her MO.. break you down and then try to manipulate you and say some fake insecure nice shit and you're breaking out because of her too.. see even your body/skin is crying out for help, it's saying this bitch is toxic and it's showing via you breaking out and everything else. You're feeling insecure because of her, she has you isolated and shit, you didn't even pop up until later in the morning and then her ass popped up, she's out to destroy you, your life..etc don't listen to shit that ugly ass bitch has to say and don't let her twist my anger and shit

She's trying to isolate you, she planted seeds in your mind and got you feeling insecure, she's trying to infest you more, she's trying to get you to not do what I want/love /you continue to

That what she said was out of hatred and out to be a obstacle even more for you and us , she didn't like what you were doing and so she manipulated you into not doing and look at you now

She's manipulating you hard af right now, you don't trust that bitch, you hate that bitch, and every time she does something your hatred for that bitch increases and you are even more determined to get away from her. Don't have her feed you that fake shit . She's the one that tore you down, she's the one trying to destroy you and then try to make herself look good to cover up all the bullshit she's doing