#tagging a fuck ton cause i want to know if im losing it or not

[steven-has-exploded]

okay ive looked over the last few chapters and the various amenogozen deaths after about a day of crisis and confusion, and ive noticed a couple things about junichirous death in specific that i think are more than worth noting

firstly, amenogozen seems to show some kind of pity for kunikida and his state of shock before it kills him, and even as its stabbing its sword into his stomach. it lets him attempt to pull it out with no resistance, albeit acting as if it makes no sense by saying it cant truly harm him- though this could potentially be seen as an attempt to "console" him

junichirou, on the other hand? nothing. amenogozen stabs the illusion he created of himself with no hesitation, and no words to spare. when it locates the real junichirou, it coldly stabs him through the brain and out the eye from behind, where he couldnt have even tried to locate its attack

under cut is further rambling, warning for that one page where junichirou gets stabbed in the eye + mentions of sexual abuse

narratively, this is definitely because of the explicit bloodlust junichirou expressed towards amenogozen; it attacked as quickly as possible with as little chance for him to fight back because he's obviously dangerous, and fyodor instructed it to kill all of the ada members there as soon as possible. but, in a more metaphorical sense, especially when comparing it to kunikidas "death" (hes not dead i dont believe any of them are like seriously) it gets. um. upsetting

considering the way it seemed to try and console kunikida as i mentioned earlier, comparisons can be drawn to that of an abusive parent, although ill just be saying its an unspecified authority figure for the sake of this rant. in this metaphor, junichirou seems to play the role of the "disobedient" victim; whereas kunikida was frozen in place and didnt do much to fight against amenogozen attacking himself specifically, junichirou was immediately aggressive and threatened amenogozen, prompting it to "punish" him as soon as possible

now, this on its own is far from groundbreaking; if you did a drinking game for every time a character was mentioned to have been abused by an authority figure in bsd youd be dead before episode 6, but its the specific imagery evoked in junichirous death scene that really gets to me

looking at this page more closely, especially in the first and third panels, brought up some EXTREMELY unsavory implications for me. the specific way that the action of him being stabbed is drawn, what with the blood oozing from around his whole eye and the way you can just barely make out what looks like the inside of the eye socket, all exacerbated by amenogozen practically pulling his hair to keep him in place and unable to fight back... look im not gonna pretend like this isnt based off my preexisting perception of junichirou and his trauma but oh my god this feels so much like an allegory for some kind of sexual exploitation, especially the fact it was the EYE in particular which is an already existing opening in the body kind of

could this just be me going insane? very much so, not gonna deny it. do i fullheartedly believe thats whats being pointed at here? yeah actually

and the worst part of it is that junichirou is just so dejected during this whole thing. he pointed out his location to amenogozen when it stabbed his illusion, phrased his request to atsushi as if it were last words, and was just in general so horribly unsurprised by the attack. whatever this is symbolizing, my personal interpretation or not, junichirou has grown so used to it he cant even bring himself to act like he really cares about it anymore. youre going to hell kafka asagiri

[atthebell-moved]

Can I get a summary of what happen today after they found Bad found rock Richas, I left the completely after that and want to know 😅

oh man idk exactly what was going on on bad's end aside from some server griefing with pac and etoiles but from the forever and cellbit angle:

cellbit went to gather more photos to show forever and remind him what their family is and that rochas is not the real richas

eventually he went back to forever's secret room and then was stuck hiding on the ceiling when forever came in, forever came in because cucurucho had given him tasks to do with "richas" (in a book, not actual tasks in the UI) and started sobbing while still smiling, telling richas he had a photo of his favorite place (one of the fake tasks)

cellbit goes inside and confronts him, tells him this isnt the real richas and that he needs to get it together and help him look for the actual eggs and that whatever the federation did to him has fucked him up. forever tells him to go away and that he wants his own time with richas, repeating the idea that forever's jealousy is whats made him hide "richas" away

cellbit breaks the fake richas bed in front of him, forever hides in the corner and then says everything is okay, he'll have cucurucho "fix" cellbit like he "fixed" him, same for pac. cellbit says he doesnt know who else he can trust on the island and that he needs forever to keep searching, that they can't abandon each other. he leaves after giving forever a photo of the favela five + richas at copacabana.

cellbit meets up with bbh etoiles and pac to talk about options at some point, i think it was after the insaneduo convo? etoiles talks about the sword, so cellbit says he has an idea-- he wants to ask that for his reward for investigating, cucurucho give him the other half of the plans for the sword, so that etoiles can use it to kill forever despite his totems, they can spawn trap him, get him to a warp plate to a secret room, where they can take away the drugs and hopefully get forever better. unfortunately cucurucho didn't show up at the fed offices so they'll have to wait and see if they can try out that plan.

from forever's end: another fake richas bed appeared and he sang velha infancia to it (if you want to check my clips tag for a bunch of moments i rbed a ton & linked the insaneduo confrontation, highly recommend watching that at least). he ended stream pretty much right after i believe; he also posted an animatic to twitter that showed that pre-federation tampering, he was planning to build a world eater to force a server reset and get the eggs back, which is why they started drugging him.

also cellbit kept being haunted by hombre misterioso and ended up following coords he gave him to some weird room that may involve luzu/arin lore? i was not paying a ton of attention at that point so im not sure exactly

otherwise im not sure exactly what everyone got up to? it looked like bad, pac, & etoiles were making lava casts and generally trying to cause chaos in a bid to get the federation to do something/show that they weren't going to let order stand while the eggs were missing, but im not sure what else happened. i know bad went to a room he'd made with dapper and pomme and i think apologized to them again :( pac today was also losing it quite a bit, cellbit kept telling him to not confront forever so he wouldnt go off the rails, but he slipped up a couple times and forever threatened to have the federation "fix" him too, and pac was also scared of what cellbit might do to him if he got too angry himself.

[peasthedumb]

HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD IM GONNA DO A BACKFLIP

Finally, finally, FINALLY, came up with a completed version of my OC’s story. (My furry OCs, not my sanses). They now have a completed story, and along with it, my obsession for them has grown.

Gonna type out like a hyper simplified version :

Azulis was imprisoned as a child (can’t be bothered to explain) but basically she’s a messed up adult now, and she sells organs on the black market. (Yes, she murders people for it, but hey, she’s hella rich from it :p ).

Nova was exiled from their original home for ‘witchcraft’. They actually just sell magic healing crystals and elixirs. They bump into Azulis while looking for a new home and Azulis tags along with them. That was before Azulis started a organ trafficking ring. (Also Nova and Azulis end up dating, ewie, cringe love.).

Patchwork has a little store selling morbid , creepy dolls. He bumps into Azulis and they become friends

Toast was made in a factory, cause ya know, proto’s are robots. Patchwork brought him from the factory because he wanted a friend. And hey, they’re besties now! That also means Toast is automatically besties with Azulis cause Azulis becomes friends with Patchwork.

Azulis keeps a ton of secrets from her friends, like her job. She also doesn’t tell em about nova because what’s the point?

Nova eventually finds out about Azulis’s job and goes to confront her then- oh oops how’d that knife end up in their stomach? Azulis feels no remorse and continues with her day.

And that’s the start of like a whole second chapter where paranoia and a new character called Xara get introduced, and I really can’t be bothered to type it so I’m not going to.

All you need to know is this second chapter is how Patchwork ends up with his head floating with no neck, and how Azulis ends up losing a tiny fragment of her soul.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

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❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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[ickle-ronniekins]

dance with me

request from nonnie! “Hello! Im terribly in love with your writing! I was wondering if maybe, Charlie takes Bill, the twins an (either oc or reader insert) to a muggle party and they’re all super confused but love it and Fred is completely smitten by the OC when she danced and maybe did something weird/special of your choosing. I hope it isnt much, lots of love for u and Mischief Managed! ♥️”

pairing: fred x muggle!reader

word count: 2.2k

A/N: my dudes i don’t even know what the fuck this is but i loved this request so much, didn’t mean to make it sad, sry, also you can interpret this how you will.. personally i think they’re both too vulnerable rn to ~get it on~ but i like to think that maybe fred would open his heart again after this and she’d mend his heartbreak..... brb making myself big sad !!!!!! but listen if you wanna imagine him pinning her against the wall and having the time of his life then go for it, man i'm just...... big into angst;;;;;;; pls reblog & leave feedback & things of the like, thank you loves

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The foggy, wet streets of the city were unappealing compared to the very comforting, open landscape next to the Burrow. The very last thing that Fred and George had wanted to do was follow their two eldest brothers in the frigid, rainy weather to some silly Muggle party in central London.

Especially Fred.

He didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that made him somewhat happy, especially when he was still nursing the heartbreak that had been causing him so much unpleasantness.

But they’d obliged, because Charlie had nearly pounced on the two of them about it, and they’d much rather go to this than be forced to sit inside the Burrow with pompous Percy -- although, since the war, he had admittedly gotten better at not being a self-righteous git.

The twins had a ton on their plate; not to mention, Fred wasn’t in the mood for any of it. They were dragged out of their business shop by Bill, who was adamant about the fact that they’d both needed a night out, and when they’d tried to persist, telling their eldest brother many times that they had too much to do before the newest shipment of magical inventions came in, Bill had nearly hexed the pair of them, causing them both to shut up almost instantaneously.

But now, as bright, fluorescent lights hit the middle of the room, highlighting you, your smooth and effortless dance moves, and the very lazy grin on your face as you sang along to the booming music in between sips of your drink, Fred wasn’t so huffy about being here anymore.

His heartbreak didn’t seem so heavy anymore.

At least right now, it didn’t.

Admittedly, Bill was right. They really did need a night out. They’d been so bloody busy working that they hadn’t even been to the pub in a few weeks’ time. Ever since the war, business had seemed to escalate, which was really saying something, considering it was incredibly busy even before all of this had gone down. The two of them hardly ever had a moment to breathe. Which, they supposed, was good for Fred. Kept him occupied, kept his mind at bay. But they reckoned they probably needed to hire some more help. Ron had reluctantly agreed to lend a hand. It was Hermione’s idea. A brilliant one, at that.

George thrust a beer frustratingly into his twin’s hands. “We’ve got so much to do, mate.”

“Yeah,” Fred replied breathlessly, truly not listening to a word George was saying.

Fred Weasley had always had it easy when it came to the ladies. They flocked to him, really. He didn’t like to admit it so as not to come off like an entitled prat, but it was true. It was probably due to the fact that he was always making everyone laugh -- something that came equally as easy to him. Perhaps it was his bright red hair that the girls ogled over. Maybe it was his wicked sense of adventure, and the fact that he was always landing himself in questionable situations more often than not. But that was school. He could easily impress those girls at school. He hadn’t had too in a while, though. He’d been happily tied up with the same person for years — that is, until he wasn’t. Until she’d picked someone else.

This was different, though. This was a Muggle party, in the middle of central London, in someone’s sweaty, sticky flat with a bunch of people he didn’t know. Fred couldn’t do magic here. He couldn’t impress someone with his inventions or with his stories about adventure without giving away the fact that he was a from a magical background. He couldn’t use his usual tricks in front of all of these Muggles or he’d be in a ton of hot water.

He also couldn’t let his very intense vulnerability and his rusty flirting get in the way.

But he wouldn’t be Fred Weasley if he didn’t try, right?

It was always easy for Fred to be able to flirt absentmindedly with women. But with his heart in a fragile state, he wasn’t so sure it would be easy tonight.

Bill, picking up on his younger brother’s locked knees and fingers gripped tight around his beer, stopped in front of them. “You alright, Fred?”

“Yeah,” Fred said again, clearing his throat and swigging a bit of his drink. He then thrust the nearly full beer into Charlie’s hands, who furrowed his brows in a confused look. Fred continued, “More than okay. Hey, you guys have fun -- I’ll catch up with you in a bit, alright?”

He left his brothers standing at the other end of the room as he pushed through tons of people. When he’d finally made it to the middle, you were gone. He casually swerved around, peering all around the room to try and meet the gaze with the eyes he felt like he’s known for years already. He then spotted you toward the corner, pouring yourself another drink. His feet began moving before he could register exactly what he was doing; so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even heard the obnoxious exchange of words and laughter from behind him from his brothers.

“Merlin, can we go anywhere without Fred picking someone up?”

“Give him a break, mate -- he hasn’t seen anyone since everything unraveled with the last one. It’s been almost two years. Reckon this is good for him — for me, too.”

“Wish it was that easy for me to pick someone up, bloody hell.”

With his heart pounding unnaturally against his ribcage, Fred slid next to you and too began to pour himself a drink, glad to have gotten rid of that beer that Charlie was now undoubtedly guzzling. He opened his mouth to speak, but much to his surprise, you spoke first.

“Ahh -- a whiskey man, are you?”

He was taken aback at the sultry sound of your voice; maybe it was because the music was pounding in his ears, or the fact that you were this foreign person he desperately found himself wanting to know, and very quickly. He looked down at his drink, and then up at you. You were already sipping yours. “That a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily -- though I haven’t decided yet.”

The slight eyebrow raise you gave him made his insides twist. It was too early in the night for nerves. He swallowed them down as he took a swig of his very strong drink. “Haven’t decided, hm?”

You turned to him and then around to face the rest of the party. You inched closer and crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded. “There are three different types of men here tonight, you see. Those, over there,” you pointed with your pinky finger to a bunch of very frat-like men sipping lazily on their beers or glasses of wine, “they’ve come looking for something casual. Not so casual as far as one nighters go, but a fling. Something of the like. Those over on that end,” Fred followed your finger over to a very messy looking group of men who were dancing far too close with some women in the middle of the dance floor -- they looked like they all needed to get rooms. Separately. Merlin. “You know the type of night they’re looking for.”

Fred couldn’t help but snort a bit as he sipped casually.

“And then there’s you. Sipping your whiskey. Cute as ever.”

You turned back toward him and he raised an eyebrow. He was now feeling a bit self-conscious — he was both thrilled and equally embarrassed at being called “cute” by a woman as stunning as you, way out of his league and probably having quite a laugh yourself. He didn’t even know your name. What would you say next? You’d already deemed him the “third type of man” in the room, but the fact that he was a standalone, and not lumped in with another group, made him feel both overwhelmingly relieved, and also slightly terrified. But he tried to play it cool.

“What about me?”

You brought your hand to your hip and wet your lips, pondering this. A small smirk spread itself across your face, the fluorescent light flashing across your eyes. “I dunno yet,”

He liked that. He liked that you didn’t know anything about him. He liked that he didn’t have to be the bloke who made jokes to lighten the mood, the guy who loved messing with people, or the boy who got his heart broken by a girl who’d never really cared for him at all. He didn’t have to be any of those people. He could just be Fred.

“Haven’t decided, I reckon? Like the whiskey?”

You smiled; it was bad enough that Fred was losing his mind solely at the perfume you were wearing, and the fact that this conversation was going absolutely nothing like what he’d planned. Your eyes met his and your voice was soft when you leant in closer, “That’s what makes it so bloody dangerous.”

He didn’t know what the bloody hell you meant by that but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when you grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the dance floor again, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you as some slow song he’d never heard blared through the speakers in the corner.

“And to think — I was just going to come over here and see if I’d even be lucky enough to have a chat,”

You laughed at this, shutting your eyes whilst doing so, and Fred noticed something sparkly painted on your skin toward the edges of your eyes. “What can I say? You’ve intrigued me.”

Perhaps he could do this without any magic. Bloody difficult to not talk all about it, though.

Perhaps his vulnerability would subside, and he’d be able to talk and flirt and dance without thinking back on his own overwhelming heartache that had rendered him nearly useless the last few months.

But after a while, he stopped worrying. The music was so loud, your laughter so infectious, that he’d forgotten all about all those stupid jokes he’d wanted to make about his shop, about Hogwarts, about the magic he’d learned growing up. It wasn’t until you’d asked him to be in the moment with you that he’d truly remembered them.

“Just,” you’d started, tugging gently on the collar of his shirt and biting your bottom lip as another song played loudly, “just be here with me, okay?”

Fred wondered, as glassiness seemed to fill your eyes through a grin at him, if you, too, were in need of this night out.

Maybe you were nursing some kind of heartbreak, too.

Maybe you were also trying to find some type of normal.

It was in your tone — in the way your voice trembled slightly when you’d said be here with me. He didn’t think you were looking for something like a fling, like those guys you’d pointed at before. And he definitely knew that you weren’t looking for one night and one night only, like those sloppy people he’d kept trying to avoid on the dance floor. Maybe, like you’d said, you just needed him to be here. In the moment. Just the two of you, shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

He realized, when he peered down at you and felt some type of warmth for the first time since his own heart was crushed in its vulnerability, that he just needed you to be here with him, too.

So when you leant forward slowly, trying to read his expression, to see if it was okay to do what you wanted to do, he leant in too, pressing his lips gently to yours in a spark of electricity for the first time in Merlin only knows how long.

And what he tasted on your lips sent him spiraling.

When you pulled apart, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “What?” You asked nervously, biting down on the bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was growing on your face.

“A whiskey girl, eh?”

You shrugged casually, as if it meant nothing. But you both knew it meant everything. It was just strange, he thought — your first interaction just hours ago, the conversation you’d held, and how you were here, now, entangled together. You wiggled your eyebrows at him — and he was surprised that he found it both innocent and incredibly alluring. “Told you it’s dangerous.”

You sipped the very last of your drink before tossing your cup into the waste bin. Fred reckoned he could stay here all night, forgetting about all of the things that kept him up at night, the things that had been making him so bloody prone to unpleasantness for such a long time. He wanted to laugh again. He wanted to smile again. He wanted to love again.

When you cocked your head to the side and smiled softly at him, beginning to mouth the words to the music, he reckoned he might just be able too.

Then you tugged on both of his hands, placed them delicately across your waist as you locked your arms around his neck again, you said over the booming of the next stupid song you’d undoubtedly sing every word too,

“Just dance with me, Freddie.”

[spiralesbian]

ALRIGHT

here’s my full Stranger Avatar Sasha Archivist timeline:

(also, thanks to @artbyblastweave for being so interested in my lil au!)

SEASON ONE

sasha james is hired as the head archivist of the magnus institute!

her assistants are jon, tim, and martin

tim takes the thematic role of martin (aka getting tormented by my worm wife jane, and stays in the archives)

sasha reads thru statements and is a skeptic! she really does not believe it’s real until jane comes along.

“tim……………………..did you die here?”

“no, but every time i come to work i die a little more inside.”

cute timsha moment in the supply closet tho.

until martin kool-aid-mans through the door and gets them out of there

jon used to work in artefact storage so he hides in there. he’ll be fine

i actually can’t remember how they all get out but they do it KKJSDGFJHD

sasha takes everyone’s statements. tim is fucked up, martin is also fucked up, jon is actually fine though he seems pretty normal about this whole situation most definitely.

sasha realizes this is a bit more than a regular archivist job.

SEASON TWO

sasha gets paranoid of course. she learns more about gertrude because she never got the chance to meet her

she takes a statement from a guy named michael shelley. weird dude. then helen shows up :)

jon is most definitely himself he is just a normal regular grumpy jon i swear :)

sasha starts to manifest her powers a little bit. she doesn’t know it, but she is an avatar of the stranger, and a prisoner of the eye.

she starts to notice more things about jon? similar to this comic but with jon

eventually she + tim + martin help get jon out of the grip of the NotJon. this is my au and i get to choose who dies (it’s no one because i miss the s1 archival assistants too much).

jon is pretty fucked up from this though and at like a season-3-tim mindset already.

fucking goddamn leitner avatar of the fucking whore shows up to trap the NotJon in one of his shitty fucking novels. fuck this guy tho

he’s like Sasha We Must Talk and shes like okay but stay 8 ft away from me at all times you bitch

she leaves the room for 10 minutes and pipe murder occurs. good riddance

wait are the cops in the season i genuinely can’t remember. if they are, their roles don’t change very much. melanie and sasha feud, battle of the bi queens

SEASON THREE:

uh oh! girlie’s be framed for murder! she crashes at her ex gf georgie’s flat. also the admiral is there don’t think i would EVER cut him out of this story

(also jon is georgie’s ex too because i think that would be fun JDHBFHS)

sasha learns abt an upcoming web ritual (mirroring the unknowing), all that shit. gets kidnapped a ton of times, as usual.

helen is like “i am going to kill you because i hate gertrude <3 i was that dumb bitch’s assistant for too long” but michael busts out of the door like Hi Guys and traps her in the hallway.

sasha also gives her statement about a leitner she found as a child that marked her. its a stranger book and we learn her edgy orphan origin story how her parents were both murked by the stranger. fucked up if true!

back at the archives jon is like so fucking tired of this shit honestly and now martin is also pretty paranoid. also jm romance subplot is still very present!

tim is just trying to protect sasha at all times and he’s pissed she keeps leaving the country and getting fucking kidnapped

(remember when jon persuades the traffic cop?) sasha starts to fill her archivist role in a different way. she can shapeshift into the subject of a statement and uses her affiliation with the eye to coerce statements or info out of people. (example: if she needed a live statement from the guy in #90 Body Builder, she could temporarily make herself look like jared hopworth to the guy and ask “what happened to me?” or “what did i do?” and the guy would be like well he built some fucken bodies i guess let me tell you all about it) while reading the statements in america that refuel her, she fully shapeshifts into the statement giver while reading out loud.

once again i truly can’t remember daisy + basira’s roles until the end of the season. also melanie get shot by the ghost at some point

anyways sasha gets kidnapped by trevor and julia and they gerry lays out all the shit for her and she’s like ah! i’m fucked

tim offhand mentions the web ritual to martin and he loses his shit cause he’s marked by the web blah blah this isn’t a web!martin thing i swear i just need someone to fill tim’s role in the ritual and a lonely ritual would be fucking boring as hell as we learned from ass man peter lukas. i hate that man

so they make the plan to stop the web ritual (which is fucking hard when the offense knows your every move) so sasha, basira, daisy, jon, and martin go.

tim stays back at the institute to burn shit and distract elias. elias does some fucked up shit as usual and it makes me sad

the ritual starts! they have a plan to blow it up and run but like. u know how it goes

instead of the unknowing-stranger-dream-sequence, we get everyone kinda mixed up in a huge spider’s web on the big stage and its still quite confusing because this ritual not only manipulates the prey, but also the prey’s perceived reality. the web is also in current control of the buried coffin cause they think that shit is kinda fun. they yeet daisy into it.

hard to describe what happens, but basira keeps her cool, jon is a bit lost in his own mind, sasha tries to use her powers to escape but fails. she manages to get through to martin through the strings and mounds of spiders and she tosses him the detonator.

[squishing spider noises]

SEASON FOUR:

martin doesn't die, i told you i can't kill the og archival assistants! he does lose most of one leg though, he took the blunt of the explosion.

sasha in da hospital in da coma. tim is mad he can’t wake her up and then my man ollie says “ur fucked up mate” and she wakes up

(and because coma jon has such wild hair controversy, i’m establishing that her head was shaved when she was in the coma. it grows back thru s4. it she keeps one side shaved cause she’s cool)

meanwhile tim is recruited by that dumbass man you know who i don’t even wanna say his stupid fucking name

sasha gets daisy out of the buried. they become avatar pals!

(there is the biggest blank in my memory where all of season four should be. at this point i should just relisten to the entire fucking show but i would literally just forget it all again)

melanie says hm. fuck this! and blinds herself. she goes to live with georgie (and that’s the moment jon and sasha realize they are both georgie’s exes FHFHDJD)

tim continues to fight the lonely pull. he thinks that since p*ter l*kas is tied to the institute, he can blind himself out cause melanie was successful. he is wrong. he is also interrupted by elias midway, and only blinds one eye, and loses most of his sight in the other. elias’s hold on him is weak, but this just drives him way farther into the lonely.

gotta be honest i remember the end of season four but like i couldn’t visualize what was happening at the end so i like don’t understand what happened JGDKFJGD but sasha intervenes (???) and peter yeets tim into the lonely (???) and sasha jumps in (??????) after him. elias is just there i guess?

instead of “look at me martin,” sasha finds tim and at this point her form is warped and hard to recognize because of stranger powers, and tim is almost 100% blind, so she says “don’t look at me, see me. see me tim, it’s me.” and finally creates a clear image of herself. “it’s...it’s you. you’re my sasha.”

they break free and go to scotland i guess KHSDDKDSF

idk what happens with jon and martin im losing continuity at this point. fuck it, they smooch <3

“ah these are the statements.”

“yes. basira said last week she’d send some up as soon as the archives weren’t a crime scene. and she wasn’t sure which ones you’ve read already, so she, she just said she’d send a bunch.”

“.........Hello Sasha.”

(alternate ending: personally i think sasha would read through each statement before speaking them aloud cause that’s what i would fucking do, so she would get this statement and be like “lmao tim come look at this elias trying to prank me dumb bitch think i’ll start the apocalypse for him. fucking little puny bitch boy. anyways what do you want for dinner?”)

SEASON FIVE:

“just. listen.”

“...i’m dead. and you have been chosen to be my replacement as head archivist. hopefully, this means you, jon, but if someone else is hearing this, and elias has made a different choice for some reason, then these words are still very much intended for you.”

sasha in full stranger avatar mode and is like 8ft tall and her faces shift a lot as they go through the realms. except the stranger is the second to last one (the panopticon is last obviously).

helen and michael actually talk shit out in the spiral hallway and now they are mlm wlw solidarity and both like tim and sasha are such bi and trans icons <3 this is so fun don’t you love the fearpocalypse <3

oh daisy n basira trapped in the hunt, and jon and martin are trapped in the stranger. wtgfs + the admiral are like in space or some shit idk but they are ok :)

not much to report other than she is my monster wife <3

i really don’t have many theories to how everything in s5 is gonna pan out, and i would like to closely mirror the actual show, so maybe as we get closer to the end i’ll build more on to this! thanks a lot for all the notes on my first sarchivist post!! also if u wanna make art this specific au DEF tag me in it i’d love to see!!

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoldretired]

some p!g-drv3 theories (spoilers obvi)

First of all I think people demonize the pg versions wayyy too much because its a good way to be le sexy in like fanfictions. And i get it, villains are hot or whatever. and also hs is a horny age to be. But even the edgiest and horniest of teens aren’t like. that sexual/monstrous. its kind of insane the portrayals people are placing

maybe this could also be like me being older bc when i was early hs i was like yea its fair to place these super mature portrayals on a 18-22 year old they are like adults but young and now im that age and im like woah there pardner. might be an age/maturity thing. 

also like its normal for people to relate to and portray characters their same age in a similar fashion, but when adults write more sexual content about the dg kids i get hella fucking sus

idk where i was going with that first comment i guess its like a preface and in the end i think its important when characters especially teenage characters are morally grey not because they’re mature and dark/brooding but because they are still young and learning. fuck im older than like most of them, but im still young and learning. its good to be in turmoil and confused, especially the drv3 cast. they are more confused than anything.

which i think is a reason why people would join dr because if you are completely loss and in turmoil, it is appealing to be given a purpose in life and amazing talents/abilities. despite the morals of danganronpa, it is a simple reality to be told who you are and what to do

OK ONTO HEADCANONS (not doing all bc i dont have thoughts about all)

first of all i understand changing stories but i think, deep down, you can’t change fundamental personalities/values. so while the backstories might be different i think, in the end, a baseline is always the same

SHUICHI being a Bad Boy is like canon obviously but i dont think he’s as manipulative as people make him out to be. i think he falls in the more the bully role that like. mae borowski or tf2′s scout filled before they grew up. rough background, bad anger issues, lots of emotional turmoil, and the only way he knows how to deal with shit is by committing crimes and beating the shit out of people. and, similar to those characters, drv3 represents an older, more emotionally sober yet equally confused version of himself. the urges are still there as foreshadowed in the dialogue. i think he struggles with guilt, mostly survivors, but there is still a lasting impact of guilt of what he did in his past, even if he can’t remember.

KOKICHI is a child. a piece of shit motherfucker child but a child. I really do think he’s like one of the youngest people in the cast. he reminds me a lot of when my brother doesn’t take his adhd medicine and takes jokes way too far and does mean and cruel things because he thinks its funny and that its just a fun joke, but is hurting people. he desperately wants approval, which is why his leader role is so interesting because in the dr narrative he has the approval he craves and so he is satisfied. still, he does try to impress characters like rantaro and values his opinions a lot, even developing a brotherly relationship in the time they knew each other. this being said, its established kokichi was bullied before, but i dont think he’s like. the wimp people make him out to be. i think he’s more of like the class clown who desperately uses humor to make people like him, and ends up resorting to be the butt of most of his jokes. you don’t just develop a good sense of humor out of a brainwash, and that’s not something you can program in. i think that was a remnant of before, and he’s so good at bullying people and coming up with roasts - i just think that in p!g the roasts were about him.

KAEDE is baby but her p!g personality seriously reminds me of any ~quirky/edgy~ girl in a teen coming of age story who tries to be edgy and cool and act like she doesn’t care but deep down, she really does. if she didn’t have an empathetic personality, she wouldn’t want to end the game. i also think she has that self-identifying QuIrKy personality because its like she lives in her own narrative, practically announcing this story is about her and she is the protagonist. i know i used to self narrate like that and distinguish how i was different when i was like. 15-16. she has a tumblr. 

I really like the theory where KAITO is a make-a-wish kid who was better when he was younger but relapses later in teens. he never used his wish before, so he decides to use it now to be on danganronpa and become the hero he always wanted to be. i also think he might have joined as a way to raise awareness about adolescent healthcare. definitely the type who puts on a “heroic” character to make everyone else feel better about the fact he is literally dying of a terminal illness, and keeps that act up till the end. 

i think KOREKIYO is still a serial killer. i think honestly a reason why he mightve auditioned for danganronpa is because he is a serial killer. maybe his sister found out and he felt so much shame that’s why he auditioned. he probably mentioned why in his interview because duh, tell them im a serial killer and then only reason im coming clean is my sister found out and im ashamed, that is like a guarantee to get on the show.  i LOVE the theory that his sister is still alive, however, and has to watch her brother go insane because they wrote her into the story as the villain. because technically, she brought on this guilt, and is the reason why he auditioned - as a way to cause despair, twist it around so she’s the one to blame for his insanity. also, because its pretty accepted DR members become celebrities, kork’s sister is totally bombarded with paparazzi and is demonized in the media. she might end up writing a tell-all memoir about kork’s actual childhood and personality. quiet kid, thoughtful, interested in anthropology, she never thought he’d hurt a fly. watching her brother go insane probably destroyed her. 

I also think, timeline wise, kork is probably one of the oldest members along with rantaro. tbh i think kork actually graduated hs and went on a gap year doing the whole “hitchhike around the world to discover myself thing” which is where he began killing people. he was getting ready to go to college when his sister found out about what he did. this is when he decided to go on danganronpa instead of university. this would help explain why he knows so much about other cultures/travel/been so many places with so many memories/killed/is knowledgable on a level most other students are not. this would place him at like, 20-21, where everyone else is like 15-18.

ok so there’s two p!g RANTARO, p!g before 53 and p!p!g before 52. i’d like to establish now i think rantaro is the oldest of the characters, seeing as though he was already pretty old to begin with in 52, it takes time between television seasons, and he was in another game. so im placing him like 21-23, similar to yasuhiro in d1 being so much older than everyone else. i do think, in all iterations, rantaro was pretty much raising his sisters, though i don’t think he had twelve like the story (i think that’s an exaggeration, his sisters mean a lot to him, lets make him have a TON and then lose them all and feel GUILTY) rantaro joined the first game, partially to get money for his family and hopefully establish them as celebrities and let them have a comfy lifestyle, even if he doesn’t live...and also to finally ahve some sort of experience without his siblings tagging along. if he’s been raising his sisters all his life, he’s never had like something that’s JUST his. that’s his adventure. 52 is his ULTIMATE adventure. ahaha. mostly for money, kind of dreading it, still a tiny bit excited

ok p!g rantaro between 52 and 53 probably came back broken. he did the signings and appearances, but mostly wanted to spend time with his family and make sure they were set up. i think he knew the whole like few months between seasons he had to go on another show, but he did’t tell his sisters. his family found out when they saw a billboard with his face plastered on it hyping up the return of a fan favorite. yikes!

ok i get it a lot of people hate HIMIKO but i think she’s not nearly as similar as other “useless” characters in other games. its like, pretty clear she’s depressed, and the only thing she’s holding onto with dear life is magic. lack of hygiene, lack of personal care, constantly tired, social interaction exhausts - she has depression, but she’s not an UWU depressed character. so people find her depressive traits (which are some of the most realistic portrayals of mental health in the series) SUPER annoygin. she joined dr because she was completely lost and needed some sort of direction in her life, even if she’ll die for it. the thing is, even with direction, her mental state didn’t change because she wasn’t getting legitimate help. it’s like that one SNL skit that’s like. same sad you from before but in a new place. i also think she knows the magic is not real, because how could she not. i think she’s so adamant that it IS real, less as a way to convince others, and more of a way to convince herself. it’s like really super cruel that team danganronpa took a girl who is desperate for meaning and gave her literally a meaningless, fake talent.

i also kin himiko and find her a comfort character because i feel seen by her, replacing her useless talent of magic with mine of like shitty film making and comedy. i am seen.

related i don’t think she’s nearly as ugly as everyone says she is, i think she’s probably just depressed and takes absolutely no care of her hygiene and sleep and looks like sick and greasy all the time. same queen.

honest to god i think RYOMA’s backstory, tennis and all, is like 100% real and he’s the only one who keeps all of his memories except for the fact this is a tv show. i think he rolled up, a hot fucking mess, and the danganronpa team were like damn. we cannot improve upon this. 

[hoseoksactualass]

[5:37 p.m.] fuck buddies and instagram husbands

hello babes,, im posting this again bcos tumblr has prOBLEMS w it like it won’t open on my masterlist erhrbwbc and the tagging system was shit around the time i posted it :(((((

"Lift your foot higher."

You might stomp on his Canon AE-1. It's not one of the Big Boys, but it's the beginner's film camera. One you could find at the nearest appliance store Jungkook would step his Doc Martens on, because he was and is that streetwear e-boy wannabe. And succesfully.

" - hands in your pockets, maybe, if you could - yeah - cool," he crouched, very unflattering for the tightening joggers he was wearing. But you could see the healthy roots of his hair. Straight. Looked like it smelled good.

"Kook, my leg's starting to - "

"One. Second. Your face - good - aaand - done," he dropped his bum on the floor just as you dropped your leg. And then he's silent and pouting at the viewfinder like nothing was to his heart's content.

"What's cooking?," you crouch next to him. Now, you feel bijou next to him, all soft and putty, because he has the scent of baby lotion.

"Having these developed and scanned for your Instagram is tiring."

You scoff. "But you like taking pictures, right?"

The way you tilted your head didn't go unnoticed, but he was good at hiding how it made him feel. Except for his cheeks. For all he knew, the way you said taking pictures was growing on him, and you could see it on the red of his apples.

"'course."

"I don't need them on Insta. I just need them on your camera," you smile.

He looks at you. Baffled like he didn't want them on his AE-1, his film-making-obsession start. Like he wasn't trying not to look at the stupid necklace he gave you dangling around your neck. "You just want them to... sit here?", he raises a brow.

"Yeah, duh," you snorted, sitting yourself down. " - for when you miss me or something."

It's not like you haven't fucked. It was just that that was growing on him, too. But he laughed like it wasn't true. Your shirt was huge, collar hanging dangerously low on your chest. It gave Jungkook butterflies, but he couldn't comprehend it.

"And it's essential, right? You can use me for studying lighting and shadow, and... ," your voice faltered. It was hard to maintain the confident, playfully stuck-up facade you had if he was looking at you that intently. Doe eyes and slightly parted mouth and everything Jungkook. Like he was hearing you out. All for the idea that you were offering something else other than your body. Now, it was something he loved loved. For all you knew, he could use a fucking vase for lighting and shadow - one Namjoon found cute in Malta, or something, but you. You were a good idea. "Earth to Jungkook?"

"Uhuh."

"You okay?"

He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Yeah - just - thinking, I guess."

"Uhuh."

"Back against the wall," he said, then he was behind the camera again, and you were scooting your ass back. "Maybe lose the shoes."

"Ooh, bossy. And you're the one complaining about developing and scanning," you chuckle, your back slack against the wall. When you kick off your shoes, you hear the faint click.

"You said you just wanted me taking pictures." Another click.

"Well, yeah."

"Can you take your shirt off?"

He didn't drop the camera. He knew you were going to obey. And then it's a distant thought for you, because you swear you could see him blushing and beating himself up for bringing it up in the first place. And you knew he loved your boobs, so now, your shirt was off. Another click. "Yeah," he groaned.

"This good?"

"Mm. Let me - there," he scooted closer. When he was this near, the shots were from your chest up. His breath was audible now, but it probably still would have been even if he was across the room. "Great."

You wanted to laugh, but more of because you were getting shy. And you don't get shy around him. Not like this. "I - what should I do?"

He beat you to it. Chuckled first, and now, you were embarrassed. "Nothing."

"I - okay?"

"One second," he tilted his head. You thought oh okay, his hair was really long now, and it looked really nice to... pull on. Entangle your fingers in. And then he's beating you to it again, because he has his hand reached out and he's brushing your hair off one shoulder. He has you off guard, and your eyes are tracing where his fingers meet your skin, and then there's another click, and your eyes are on each other. Click.

You pull him by his neck, and it's slower than usual, but it's working, cause you can see him lowering his camera. When your lips meet, it feels different. His lips are soft against yours with marvel. You know, and conforme, he breathes out a slow "Okay" when your lips are detached. The hairs are short on the back of his neck. You let your hand go to unbutton your jeans without thinking. Until click. It was quick; you look up, and then again -- click. His breath almost fogs the viewfinder, and his feelings are getting in the way, so he clicks again like it soothes his nerves. Or maybe he was hard. So you don't pause.

His breath stops when he sees your underwear. Like he never has. And it hugs your pelvis so tightly and perfectly, he snaps another picture, and it flashes red on your cheeks.

"Gonna have these scanned and developed?," you sit. You don't know what to do, but he clicks again, so at least you know it appeals to him.

"Maybe," his voice is soft. Careful. Like it would ruin the natural light if he spoke too loud. You could see how hard he was under his joggers.

"Yeah? And where will they go?," you're crawling towards him, and you swear it's not sexy, but he takes another picture.

"They'll stay in my porn folder," he joked. You snort. He lets you push him down the floor and mount him. "Look at me," he mumbles. When you do, there's two clicks, or maybe one grip on the camera too hard, because you're circling your hips the way he likes. "I - okay," he groans. Nervous.

You lean down, pressing a kiss on his jaw, your lips making its way up, and it finds his lips, and then there it was again. A foreign frailness, but it made the pits of your stomach burn a different way. You whimper. He pushes you off for a bit. Sits up quick and easy to tug his shirt over his head, and you help him pull his undergarments off.

The tip of his cock was red with his feelings; it was almost pathetic. Then he leans back a little, his hand reaching the clasp of your bra, and alas. You flip positions. The floor was cold against your back, and the Canon looked small on his hand as he straddled you.

"Can I - ?," he uttered, caressing one breast.

"Y-Yeah," you exhale. He squeezes for a bit too long so it looks good in the photo. "Mff."

"So fucking pretty," he muttered. There's one more photo taken, and he groans in relief when he puts the camera aside, because real life looks a shit ton better than through the lens. He can see the little blooming of blood in your chest. You're so wet; the patch on your underwear felt cold opposing the air. He pulls your panties off, and his breath hitches. You were nervous, and for what. It was as if everything happening at the moment right now was a first.

When you come to think of it, and you see how the flowering of red in his cheeks makes your heart clench, maybe everything was indeed a first.

"Can you - touch yourself?," he says, kissing the corner of your lips, but eyes wide open. It was odd, because he was there, but you found yourself parting your lips open and smearing your finger with your arousal. Right below him, where your skin was almost flush against each other. Enough so he could take another picture. You push a finger in, and your hips cant up. "Keep doing that." Another picture. You're biting the back of your other hand. Another picture. He brushes his hand down your waist to your hips, and you moan under it. You were ignited, thinking your fingers were his, and you recall how fast they move, so now, you're touching yourself hard like a bitch, and you felt like crying. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling your hand away. Your fingers were soaked. He took a picture of that.

You opened your eyes, watching him lean down as he takes your wrists and holds them next to your head. His skin is supple, nuzzling into your neck and pecking. So slow, you weren't accustomed to any of it. "Jungkook," you whispered.

"Yeah?," he responded. There's a wet, kitten lick below your ear; you inhale sharply.

"Nothing - just - keep going."

"Okay," he nibbles down on your neck, and it stings for a while, then there's a warmth that takes over, and when his lips pop off the skin, it's cold. And purple and red. "You're so beautiful."

Your heart doesn't skip a beat. If anything, it beats faster. But you were scared he'd feel it, though you knew he would.

His cock slides over your heat, and he groans. "You're so wet - I want to - stuff you," his breath hitches as he pushes himself inside you, earning a languid whine from you and an erotic squelch of your cunt.

"Fuck - Jungkook - ," you retort, your hands balling into fists, because you can't touch him. And he's choking the blood out of it, but you're not thinking of that, because what the fuck, he's never felt thicker. When all of him is inside you, he doesn't want to seem too frenzied. He growls and bites down into your neck. His breath is almost sharp, and it makes every end of your nerves burn. His thrusts are slow so you could hear and feel everything, and every time he bottomed out, he grinds his bone against your clit - "Oh!"

"Oh?," his breath is shivery. His grip is tight around your wrists, and you want to touch him, but the thought of him restraining you like this, having all his way with you on the fucking floor, made your eyes roll back into your head.

When he buries his face where you crane your neck, he hums against the balmy skin. It's new, because other times, you rip each others' clothes off, fuck each other into the seventh heaven, whisper absolutely nasty things, but now -- his breath fanned all over your body, the air condensing against the skins, and every time you moaned his name, he pressed a soft kiss to your neck. "So good," his voice was tight, breaths coming out in quivering waves.

"Jungkook - ," you breathe out, pushing his face away, so you could look at him. His eyes looked glazed. Full of sweat. So pretty. " - please kiss me."

His heart didn't skip a beat. If anything, it beats faster. And he was scared you would feel it, though he knew you would. When you kiss, it's like you never have.

And Jungkook wants to fucking cry. He's getting it so good, and his abs are tight with butterflies and how much you're clenching around his cock. The way you shut your eyes, your lips wet and plump gets to him so hard. He wants to look at your face forever. His hips move faster now.

"Yes - fuck - there - ," you whimper.

"Yeah? Like - this?," he can see your hands struggling to wriggle free, but he's close, and you're perfectly framed under him like this, your tits bouncing - "Cum - all over me."

"Oh, god - "

"Yeah, let it - go - fuck - "

"Oh, god, Jungkook - ! - "

"Yeah?Yeah - yeah - fuck - you're so tight," he's rambling, love hot on his tongue and his orgasm on his tail, and you're clenching hard and shaking under him; he sees your back arch, and his name passionately ripping from your throat. And it's just so good; you're so good - his face scrunches, and he knows he has to pull out, but one second, because he's taking pictures in his mind, and the forbidden words are coming out of his mouth -

"God - fuck - IloveyouIloveyou - fuck -," then he's cumming, in huge loads, all over your stomach. But it feels hotter because of what he just said. You know he's embarrassed, his grip loosening, and he lays on you, pants in sync. "I - yeah."

Then the words aren't so forbidden anymore, because he can feel you giggling when you say "You do?"

/for @youngmsfts/

[harrowharkwife]

Questions Tag

@thepoisonroom​ tagged me in this bc theyre a hero and a scholar love u char

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 10 people

How tall are you?

5'2" maybe 5′3″?

What color and style is your hair?

in an ideal world i prefer to keep it dyed like an auburn color but if i don’t mess with it, it’s like medium brown? rn im in a weird growing-my-hair-out stage where if i comb it back i look like a goddamn pidgeotto but if i part it to the side im verging on s4 quentin. im trying to grow it out so i can have a lil bun + undercut thing going on

What color are your eyes?

green!

Do you wear glasses?

nope

Do you have braces?

not now but i did in high school

What’s your fashion sense?

in the summer its crop tops + shorts + belt + sneakers and the rest of the year its tucked in striped crew necks + jeans + belt + sneakers lmao im a simple bitch i dress for comfort and depending on the season i either look like the lesbian summer camp counselor u had a crush on in 7th grade, or like the 12 year old boys in 1983 from stranger things

Full name?

my name situations kinda complicated! ive gone by lizzie for forever, bc my middle name is elizabeth & my family has this tradition on both sides of only ever using your first name for like legal/paperwork purposes, and instead just going by an abbreviation/nickname of ur middle name. so like lizzie isnt Technically my name sdkgjlaskg but its what everyone calls me and what i think of myself as and its the way i introduce myself to people, but its short for elizabeth technically and i never use my first name aside from paperwork cause its ugly and i dont like it sakjldglaksg. 

When were you born?

like 5 minutes before midnight on halloween 1999! scorpio sun leo moon leo rising babeyyyy

Where are you from and where do you live?

im from the western US generally speaking! id say im from nevada but i also lived in colorado and california for a bit growing up. but now im going to college in georgia, and when i started college my family moved from nevada to oregon, so i live in oregon now on school breaks, and i plan to live there after i graduate

What school(s) do you go to?

i go to agnes scott college! its a small womens college outside atlanta

What kind of student are you?

chaotic adhd...i tend to put things off until the last minute and then somehow pull them off anyway. im a physics major also

Do you like school?

nope i fuckin hate it, its very stressful for me and i dont enjoy it! im really looking forward to being graduated. that said though, im gonna miss my roommates and my mentor a whole ton

Fav subject?

physics but also theatre

Fav TV shows?

i mean. yall know the current one im losing my mind over, but i also watch svu and greys anatomy and killing eve, and i had a big criminal minds phase. i also like broad city and new girl a lot

Fav books?

the salvagers series by alex r white! we are the ants by shaun david hutchinson, carry on by rainbow rowell, also the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater, the shades of magic trilogy by v e schwab, and the foxhole court trilogy by nora sakavic

Fav pastimes?

listening to music, watching horror game playthroughs, listening to podcasts, cooking, driving

Do you have any regrets?

i mean doesnt everyone? the fuck kind of question is this lmao

Dream job?

sth where i can work with kids and cars and ideally teach! my current job is a summer camp counselor teaching kids how to work on cars and its ideal i love it so much

Would you ever like to be married?

yeah lol its literally in my five year plan

Would you like to have children?

yes!! i wanna adopt

If so, how many?

2, i think! i want my kids to have a sibling

Do you like shopping?

i like window shopping but my financial planning shortcomings stress me out so i usually end up putting everything back before i check out bc im fear.png

What countries have you visited?

australia and new zealand (lived there for a bit as a kid!), england for like 24 hours, canada, belgium

Scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

for the past 4-5 years almost every single nightmare ive had has been large-scale disaster themed where my loved ones are in peril? like wildfires floods bridge collapses bombs earthquakes etc. etc. etc. its not fun

Any enemies?

sklgjlaksg i have like 2 people from high school that i jokingly refer to as my nemesis but honestly not really, no. (also if ur reading this its not u dont worry)

Do you have a significant other?

sure do! @foolishquentin and i have been dating since last summer and shes the love of my life tbh shoutout to radi what an angel :’)

Do you get along with your family?

i do now thankfully! but for several years there things were real fuckin rough. i live with my mom my dad and my little brother and my maternal grandparents and i get along pretty well with all of them, and then i also have a sister who doesn’t live with me & i love her a lot she’s the best :’) my family is really small though? like we dont talk to my dad’s side bc they suck and my mom’s side of the family is just small so essentially my whole family lives under one roof with the exception of my sister and then an aunt & uncle + 2 cousins who live in alaska

Do you believe in miracles?

i believe in entropy which is to say that i believe in the reality of unusual-seeming occurrences that happen very rarely due to the probability distribution of the universe. so like short answer yes tbh

How are you?

im actually doing pretty ok rn! stressed as hell about school but getting thru it, and the semester’s over in like 3 weeks anyway so

sjkjalgjalsg im just gonna tag @bogbodied + anyone else who wants to do this! bc most of the people i planned on tagging were tagged by charlotte already lmao

[maiverie]

ok mai i FINALLY gather some proper time to send u an ask over triage and just a warning over my screams. i might start to get a little crazy over here!!!! don't mind me simping for nerd!heeseung and his lil cutesy specs 🙆‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤣

first of all: THIS. CHAPTER. WAS. EVERYTHING (and im not exaggerating im hella serious im even wearing my glasses for this— again serious🧐) CUZ EXCUSE ME DID LEE NERDY AND DORKY HEESEUNG JUST GAVE OUR YN A RIDE HOME ON HIS BIKE????????? AND HE BOUGHT AN EXTRA HELMET AND ALL THE NECESSARY EQUIPMENT??⁉️⁉️ lord i ask ME WHEN⁉️😭 the way he just approached her, then went full on concerned over an accident was sjwjwmekdodoxccene ok i took a few rereadings cuz of the cuteness overload 😿💔 truly heartwarming i felt the simple teenage romance fluff from here AND I LOVE IT‼😭

ryunjin was an ass this time but i dont even bother the bullshit she and terry play around at this point im way too focused on the main ship and how its SAILING MY FRIENDS ITS SAILING MY MANIFESTATIONS WORKED MY PLEAS WERE HEARD!!!!!🙏😭 (also heeseung's cousin was??? like homegirl know ur damn place here WHO even asked u to talk shit ab ur cousin at least im sure he's smarter than u 🙄)

the whole tutoring process of how to date w heeseung has been so sososo *LOUD SCREAM OF IM SO SINGLE AND THIS IS MAKING ME WANNA HAVE MY OWN CUTE NERD* ‼🗣🗣🗣🗣

i cant get over the fact their relationship truly blossomed??? now yn spends time w him and ditches parties to hear him ramble over anything he wants? she makes him laugh and then laughs with him? he makes her laugh too? they make each other smiley and send texts all day? they go to aesthetic cafe's and just again cuteness overload⁉️😭 THEN HE ASKED HER TO BE HIS DATE TO THE WEDDING IM— i had to take a walk, around my room yk? pace back and forth lock unlock my phone cuz heeseung just said THAT???? HE WANTED TO CONSIDER YN HIS FIRST OFFICIAL DATE? AND HE CALLED HER PRETTY? IN HIS CAR NOW NOT THE BIKE???? BUT NOT THAT WE WOULD MIND CUZ IT COULD A NASTY CORNER IN A RANDOM STREET AND I WOULD STILL SIMP UR HONOR I WOULD SIMP‼🗣

the ending. im in shambles. lee heeseung u fucking nerd i just want u to smooch ur girl and ask her in marriage already 😭😭😭😭 im twisting and turning around🤸‍♀️ running laps for this series UR NOTIFICATIONS LITERALLY MAKE ME SO SIAKAS I GET ALL GIGGLY!!!!

mai ure the best author indeed ‼🗣💗 ur writing makes me ascend in how perfect it is, ur brain amazes me hella fucking tons cuz damn ur ideas are so incredible 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE UR WORKS SO DAMN MUCH 😿💗 i also saw ur wip list and, ok. im. LOSING W A BADBOY HEESEUNG UPCOMING FIC??????? ARE U RLLY GONNA MAKE US ENGENES TRIP SO BAD AGAIN????MAI 😭😭😭😭 ur jake and hoon fics also sounding sooooo addictive already im set for when it comes PLS TAG ME ‼🙏 i will scream sm u will have to block me or sum cuz i will lose my mind in this app!!🤣🤣

this ask got super long im so sorry but triage!heeseung just makes me 🤸‍♀️💔😭😿🗣🤪🙆‍♀️ if that makes some sort of sense? gosh i need to touch grass 💔 mai pls place heeseung as a warning next time 🙏 istg i won't survive the next update 🤣🤣🤣

⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ SKY BABY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS😁😁⁉️‼️😭😭 IM ACTYALLY SCREAMIMG RN STOP IM GNA YELLLLLLL 😭😭😭

NO BC I SAW UR RB AND UR REPLY AND EVERYHTING AND I WANTED TO HUG U SO BAD i literally forgot to fucking reply to ur rb🧍🏻‍♀️ mai jail time??? i think so 😁 U TOTALLY DIDNT HAVE TO WRITE THIS WTF 😫😫 WHY DO I feel SO BAD FOR MAKING U WRITE OUT SMTH SO LOKG IM ACTYALLY CRYING SKY STOP

SKY IN SPECS??? YEP IM GNA NEED A PICTURE OF THIS 🤨 BUT NO fr TYANK U SM FOR READING IM LITERALLY SO SO SO OVERJOYED THAT U LIKED IT???? no LITERALLY BC triage is just a whole teenage romcom atp like it’s so cringe i have no idea why u be reading this shit when THIS SIMP ASS SPEC WEARING LITTLE DWEEB OUT HERE DRIVING A MF PINK BIKE??? ONE W STREAMERS COMING OUT THE HANDLES???? nah cause we already been knew he gets absolutely ZERO pussy but i rlly wanted to accentuate that this chapter 😇😇😇 SKY IF U RLLY BE LIKING THESE TYPES OF BOYS THEN I TRULY CANNOT DEFEND U ANYMORE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ur honor please feed her to the wolves 🧎‍♀️

fr tho as much as i give triage!hee shit for being a dork,,,, ryujin and taehyun r not the vibes THEY RLLY AINT SHIT 🗣 AND OH EM GEEEE YESSSS U GOT IT THEYRE SUCH SIMPS FOR EACH OTHER NOW ;-; their little friendship is honestly smth i want so so so so bad with heeseung like WHY AM I CONVINCED HE’D JUST BE THE BESTEST FRIEND EVER IM YELLING I HATE MY LIFE 😭😭 LORD PLEASE GIVE ME A BOY THAT TEXTS ME DURING CLASS AND LETS ME DRAG HIM TO CAFES ☹️☹️

NAAAUURRRRRRRR U LITERALLY GIVE ME WAY TOO MUCH CREDIT SND EVERY TIME U DO IM FR ASCENDING???? HEARING THESE WORDS FEOM U OF ALL PEOPLE??? ABSOLUTELY CRIMINAL SOMEBody PINCH ME 😭 AND JWDKKDS NAURRR NOT U LOOKING AT MY WIPS HELP IM CRINGING SJFKEKXKXKS BUT YES YES YES can u tell im so sick of dweeb heeseung bc now im going full devil KSJDKSK I LOVE TSUNDERE/BAD BOY AUS SM 😭😭 AND BFFIE ARE U SURE U WANT TO BE TAGGED OMG??? ONLY THING IM EXCITED FOR IS THIS MF SKY FEATURE IN THR JUNGWON FIC‼️ CANT WAIT EHFJKDFKKDKDD

BAHDHDJSJHAJSJSAK PLEASE NAUR I LOVE UR ASKS SM LIKE THEY CAN NEVER BE TOO LONG 😭😭😭 GIRL NAUR I FEEL SO BAD U TOTALLY DONT NEED TO FEEL OBLIGED TO SEND AN ASK IN OR ANYTHING I HOPE U KNOW THAY BFFIE 🥰🥰🥰 BUT ILYSM THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR READING AND IM LITERALLY SO ECSTATIC THAT U ENJOYED IT???? next update kinda whack u may or may not hate me for it 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ BUT ILY

[its-stranger-than-you-think]

I was tagged by the Queens: @not-reddie and @its-reddie-bitch

1. last drink?: Idk man, I haven’t had anything to drink since yesterday morning I believe lmfaooooo

2: last phone call?: My best friend

3. last text message?: “hey hoe, what up?”

4. last song you listened to?: Visions of Gideon by Sufjan Stevens

5. last time you cried?: Like two days ago because of a fanfic I read 😭

6. dated someone twice?: haven’t officially dated anyone once so nah

7. kissed someone and regretted it: nope

8. been cheated on?: again, never dated anyone so nope, but idk why they would EVER because I’m a goddamn catch 🤷🏼‍♀️

9. lost someone special?: too many to count

10. been depressed?: been??

11. gotten drunk and thrown up?: you mean that one time I drank half of a big ass bottle of vodka by myself even though I’m a fuckin lightweight? Then yes

fave colors

12. Lavender

13. The orangy-yellow color of a sunset/sunrise

14. Forest green

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends?: Tons! A lot of them I’ve gotten to know on here and they’re all so nice and beautiful and I love them

16. fallen out of love?: that’s assuming I actually have a heart that’s capable of love in the first place... lol kidding... or am I?

17. laughed until you cried?: literally every time I talk to my best friend Ashley

18. found out someone was talking about you?: HAHA YES FUCK THOSE FAKE ASS BITCHES

19. met someone who changed you?: oh, for sure

20. found out who your friends are?: my dog and my best friend :)

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list?: Facebook who?

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl?: again, Facebook who?

23. do you have any pets?: my dog Gracie. What an angel ❤️

24. do you want to change your name?: yes, i hate my name

25. what did you do for your last birthday?: I have no idea, I can’t remember

26. what time did you wake up today?: 5:30. My ass never sleeps

27. what were you doing at midnight last night?: listening to music

28. what is something that you can’t wait for?: MY LIFE TO FINALLY GET ITSELF TOGETHER! IT’S LONG OVERDUE

30. what are you listening to right now?: Doves In The Wind by SZA. Literally a song about pussy; it’s fucking fantastic. HIGHLY SUGGEST

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom?: probably, idek,

32. something getting on your nerves?: Everything is, but what’s new?

33. most visited website?: AO3, Tumblr and Twitter

34. hair color?: really dirty blonde

35. long or short hair: long

36. do you have a crush on someone?: nah

37. what do you like about yourself?: I like that I can understand people. I’m a very good listener, so if y’all need anyone to talk to, I’m your girl. I’m also very loyal.

38. want any piercings: I only have a single piercing on my ear and I had my nose pierced at one point, but I definitely want my nipples, bellybutton, cartilage and a lot more

39. blood type: I think I’m O neg but I’m not sure

40. nicknames: my name is Courtney, so people like to call me Short Court because everyone thinks it’s so hilarious to make fun of me for being short. Fuckers.

41. relationship status: single

42. zodiac: Taurus

43. pronouns: she // her

44. fave tv show: I don’t watch a ton of tv, but Stranger Things (obvi), Jane the Virgin, New Girl, How To Get Away With Murder, etc

45. tattoos: Me and my best friend wanna get matching ones so hopefully soon

46. right or left handed: right

47. ever had surgery: I had to get cataracts removed as an infant so yep

48 . piercings: one on my ear and I used to have my nose pierced

49. sport: I don’t play anything because I’m an uncoordinated little shit but figure skating, dancing and gymnastics are so cool

50. vacation: I went to the U.K., France and Spain two years ago and it was the best time of my life. I would love to go back.

51. trainers: my converse or my Air Force 1s 🔥🔥

more general

52. eating: I HAVE NOT ATE SINCE YESTERDAY I AM STARVING

53. drinking: nothing

54. im about to watch: nothing

55. waiting for: some fucking food

56. want: to be with my best friend but she lives like 5 states away fml :(

57. get married? I mean it would really depend on the person obviously

58. career: I’m studying nursing but idk if it’s the thang for me, we shall see

59. hugs or kisses: Why not both? I need love

60. lips or eyes: eyes for sure. eyes are so expressive and gorgeous

61. shorter or taller: taller since I’m so short

62. older or younger: older

63. nice arms or stomach: Honey, i can have both

64. hookup or relationship: depends

65. troublemaker or hesitant: usually hesitant, but I have my moments

66. kissed a stranger: no but that sounds fun tbh

67. drank hard liquor: I have but I get super fucked up so yeah not again

68. lost glasses: my eyesight is SHIT so when I was younger I had really thick glasses that magnified my eyes so fucking much and I hated them so I would “lose” them all the time and I ran around blind until my mom got me contacts

69. turned someone down: ha, yes

70. sex on the first date: yeah dude why not let my slutty self free?

71. broken someones heart: not that I know of

72. had your heart broken: I’m surprised it’s still beating if that tells you something

73. been arrested: no, but I almost have

74. cried when someone died: uh yeah? Who wouldn’t?

75. fallen for a friend: a few times

do you believe in…

76. yourself: I’m trying, I really am

77. miracles: not really

78. love at first sight: I may be a sap, but no

79. santa clause: fuck no, if I ever saw an old, ugly, fat, white man crawl through a dusty ass chimney I would beat his ass with a chair

80. kiss on a first date: hell yeah

81. angels: I think there are people who watch over you; whether they’re “righteous” or not is up for debate

82. best friend’s name: Ashley 💖

83. eye color: my eyes are two different colors, so my left is a bright blue and my right is darkish green

84. fave movie: THE LION KING

85. fave actor: can it be an actress?? Cause Viola Davis is incredible

I TAG: I have no idea who to tag lmfaooo but

@hypochondriac-and-a-trashmouth @ew-its-tozier @ashyfluff-lessthan3 @sunflowerstozier @bubbleteasophiee @sarcastic-pumpkin

[yeoldontknow]

Bias Tag(s)

tagged by the goddess divine @kpopfanfictrash​ to do the bias tag game because i think she wants to DRAG ME

Rules: write down the last 15 associated tags with your bias. (listen. i know yall come for my tags in my ask box BUT I AM SERIOUS they are all KNEE JERK REACTIONS to chanyeols face like half the time i dont even know what im saying. so strap yourselves in kids its about to be a wild ride lmao) (also i tend to do like a literal ton of tags on each post so ill do some fave tags from the last 15 posts)

1. #those arms caging you in bed #holding you down #flexing as he moves #you get to hold onto that shit

2. #at this point im just screaming into the void and hoping something or someone hears me #like look this look #boyfriend got his sleeve rolled up so his tattoo can stop being so dang itchy #tongue out #he looking at me and knowing hes going to get laid later#hes fucking glowing

3. #LOOK #i dont even know what that shit is #but he is coming for my ass #and i want him to spank it so hard i cannot sit #i want to choke on his dick until i fucking gag and die 

4. #can i die? #like just run me over in the walmart parking lot #ill be fine 

5. #YOU SURE BET I AM #you cant see it but im just out of shot blowing him #and praising him #im telling him hes doing the best job #and hes telling me ive got one hell of a mouth #and were both about to lose it in public #GOOD TIMES

6. #i can only come so hard

7. #okay #but i want this jacket so much #like #how do i get this #i want it so much#that shit is honestly my style #pcy #HES SO CUTE #AND HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME (the most tame i have ever been in my life)

8. #me: screaming at strangers on the train #LOOK AT MY CUTE BOYFRIEND!!!!!! #this HUGE ASS NERD

9. #*swoons off the train and into the sea* #look at my whole ass sleepy boyfriend #i love this idiot so much i just #take my eyes #so all i can see is you

10. #stab me with a spoon #it will hurt less #this tattoo is going to send me to my grave

11. #??????????? #HAVE IA ASCENDED??? #CAN I JUST DIE??? #*POINTS*#*SCREAMS* #*KEEPS SCREAMING* #JUST KILL ME #I DONT NEED MY HEART#ITS JUST BEATING IN MY CHEST LIKE A FUCKING USELESS THING ANYWAY#JUST TAKE IT #I DONT FUCKING NEED IT #IT CLEARLY WANTS TO BE WITH YOU SO JUST #STOP THIS???? #put this fucking picture on my goddamn grave #put my dead corpse on a boat #holding this picture #send me out to sea #shoot some flaming arrows at it #play sweet lies as i sail away ON FIRE #AND KNOW THAT THIS FUCKING IMAGE WAS MY CAUSE OF DEATH (the image these are tagged to still breaks my soul i cant even look at it without crying)

12. #i want to give him everything #the sun #the moon #the stars #the whole galaxy#myself #anything he wants he can have (its not always porn hour at the kat household yall)

13. #that third gift has stolen my soul and my heart #he looks SO HAPPY #this is the happiest #i want to cry like my chest hurts looking at these because hes having the best time #hes literally loving every second of this #you cant see me but im just out of frame #filming #YELLING YOURE DOING SO GREAT SWEETIE #YOU ARE THE GREATEST #LOOK AT MY KING #MY MANS A WHOLE ASS KING

14. #listen #the last thing i need is more pictures of yacht club boyfriend!yeol #looking like he's coming from his law firm internship #i want to peel all his clothes off #hang my panties from his ears and suck his dick until we both can't see anymore

15. #*crosses legs #sips wine* #why #is this #on my dash #why are people launching sin all over my dash and pretending like its ok #no one warns me #no one sends me asks or messages like #HEY #THERES SOME PCY PORN ON YOUR DASH TODAY#TREAD LIGHTLY #id say #WOW THANK YOU FOR THIS #and id brace my ass#instead #i live in a constant state of panic #always loosing my ass #I HAVE NO MORE ASS TO LOSE #i want him to choke me with that cane and then with his dick until im gagging and begging to come 

Bonus: #chanyeol: a fisting

wow. just. wow.

tagging: @kimnamwho @co-kai-ne @kpopandlock @daegusoftboys @kollectionn @yeolology @gingersaysjump and anyone else who wants to do this!!! <3333

[snowliesred]

I was tagged by @demixian this is like the third thing I’ve been tagged in but i’m lazy and this one’s easier for me to do

One insecurity:

Uuuuuh,, Everything???? I guess my legs mostly tbh, specifically my thighs cause b o y, having a growth spurt and getting t h i c c after ages of being a skinny ass kid is gonna give you a shit ton of stretch marks, also cause I don’t exercise or moisturize, SO THAT’S GREAT, I CANT WEAR SKIRTS NOR SHORTS HAHA SPECIALLY AT HOME WHERE EVERYONE WILL POINT THEM OUT :^)

Two fears:

1) Everyone I care about abandoning me cause I’m a shit person 2) Being humiliated publicly to a large scale cause I did something dumb 

Three turn-ons:

This is fucken hard what do i even put here, I don’t think I’ve ever really analyzed my turn ons and shit, are we talking Looks? or actions??: 1) I guess.... red hair?? like any shade of red, brownish red, orangey red, that’s my jam if we talking about looks, dont ask me why but it’s just really appealing 2) girls wearing red lipstick fucking murders me  3) now to add an action i’d say, soft light touches on literally any part of my skin specifically my back, chest, and arms cause ho ly fu k  dude. 4) stroking my hair, like h oo o boi please

Four life goals:

1) MAKE A COMIC AND HOPEFULLY IT’LL BE GOOD AND I WONT ABANDON IT AND PEOPLE WILL HOPEFULLY LIKE IT A LOT 2) Live a nice comfortable life making art (HA) and be able to create cool art stuff and be maybe at least a bit recognized by people? 3) Actually be roommates with @wintcrwind like we planned sometime in the future when we both finish college 4) Meet a girl who I’ll love and who will love me back equally and I’ll have a nice healthy relationship with

Five things I like:

1) them vidy games 2) girls 3) talking to @wintcrwind 4) D O G S

Six weaknesses:

I’m not gonna tell u my fuken weaknesses, im jk, uhhh: 1) I’m kind of a self sabotaging bitch when I’m in a terrible mood which leads to me probs losing friends and upsetting people, and generally making my life miserable tbh.  2) I’m too self conscious and perfectionist and it s u c k s 3) I literally am too anxious to talk to people even online cause I fear rejection and being made a fool of which is why every time i send someone a message off anon I have an internal panic attack about everything wrong I could have said or me making them uncomfortable :^) I cant think of anything else but those are the worst ones lmao

Seven two things I love (things not people): 1) video games aka the only distraction from depression I have that doesn’t stress me out 2) musicals 

Tag 8 a people: HAHAHA WHO DO U THINK I AM? SOMEONE WHO KNOWS EIGHT PEOPLE WHO IM COMFORTABLE TAGGING? Nope @wintcrwind @funonion001 @nebulodic @fiuoxetines @penaltywaltz

that’s all I have, do it if y’all want to.