#then again i always suck at colouring lmao

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my works for snkn gysn zine i did some years ago lol

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  when broken is easily fixed

SUMMARY : priestly broke up with tish (yes!) uh, i mean… you watch him be pathetic and sad with his big wet green eyes.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader (implied Latina)

CHARACTERS : tish (mentioned)

WARNINGS/TAGS : jealousy, breakups, fluff, tiny angst, innuendos, obliviousness x2

WORD COUNT : 2.7k

A/N : SURPRISE YALL, I’m back, heheheh. title from silverstein’s song. this fills the square “I’m having what you’d call a rough day” on my @jacklesversebingo card. lmao, this was nice to jump back into writing. I secretly like teaching y’all physics. 

You remember the day Priestly showed up at the market in a disappointingly normal state. 

No piercings, no colourful hair, no beard, no eyeliner. Just plain old California clothes, nearly looking Christian with his neat hair, and composed manners.

The only things that reassured you that Priestly was still Priestly after all, were the tattoos that peeked from outside the collar of a white dress shirt and the tiny holes in his skin where his piercings once belonged.

It was confusing at first, but he looked happy. Brighter.

You thought his parents were in town. Or that he became religious after all. Or that he joined a cult. 

You teased him at first. He’d just give you this dreamy look and never said anything to ease your curiosity about his current state. He’d be out the door in a hurry, with a tiny bit of that Priestly swagger that told you he was definitely not brainwashed by a cult.

But the reason for the sudden change in him soon became clear. 

One day, he walked into the store to buy groceries and other necessities with Tish. Hand in hand, the two of them. All giggles and shoves and smiles. The honeymoon phase. She’d kiss him on his cheeks, take his chin in her hand and press herself against him in an unnecessary manner to tell him something, and he’d look stupid, like he couldn’t believe she was there giving him affection. 

Your stomach dropped at the sight of them. 

You’d never felt the way you did before. 

Yeah, there was a cringey-ness and aversion you always had  for PDA and romance that you’d noticed in yourself for years, but it never bothered you like it did now. From watching Priestly and Tish be a couple.

But it also didn’t take you long to realise why it bothered you so much more. Why it was so much harder to ignore than if it were any other couple doing it. Why you felt rejected became clear.

You had feelings for Priestly.

What a dumb way to find that out. 

Excuse the fuck out of yourself if you were too focused on your university courses and your job and your future and your personal life… to realise that you really actually liked him. Romantically.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself and pretend that you didn’t care at all when you were alone. You weren’t  going to lie to yourself about the sting you felt. Or push away the feelings of jealousy and push down how upset you were and the other, million emotions you felt as you watched them go about their lives as a couple for months. 

You never wanted to quit more badly than you did then, just to avoid having to see them get closer, clingier, more affectionate, serious. But it was the only way you could afford living in your dorm, to have enough to pay your classes, and afford your supplies and books... 

You sucked it up and pretended that nothing was wrong. Like you didn’t even care about him. Like you never did. 

It never really got easier, the only thing that became easy was pretending. 

You blamed yourself for waiting too long. That’s what haunted you. If you’d just been braver. If you’d been more honest with yourself and him. If you’d had the courage to say what you felt. If… if…

It was torture.

The high California-in-the-summertime temperatures made you think that you were in Hell, but time passed and you accepted that your chance with him had passed. You told yourself to move on and be happy. For the most part, as long as you ignored them, it was easy to be happy again, to live your life and do whatever your wildest friend was doing to enjoy her summer. 

But that happiness you’d seen in Priestly was gone by the time the fall semester came around. It took six long, horrible months for that happiness in him to fade away. 

It didn’t last. Just like the spring and the summer.

Until one day you didn’t see her with him. And the next day he was alone again. And the next week; alone. And the week after that, too. 

No Tish. 

Just mopey, wet-eyed Priestley. 

His stubble grew, his eyeliner returned—slightly smeared from tears. 

No more Banana Republic, Tommy Hillfigure, or Calvin Klein. Just those ridiculous shirts that always made you smile.

He entered the store today again after a week. 

The shop's bell rang and you looked up out of habit, and watched him with his gorgeous green eyes cast downward to the slightly dusty floor you were trying to sweep. God, you’d guess it was more of a depressing, someone’s-dead type of chime than a merry one—from the state of him.

His hair was a mess and slightly longer, it was not brushed or styled neatly. Like he woke up from a nap after breakfast and decided to go to the store because he remembered something he forgot before his nap. 

You felt bad… at first. 

His cheeks were pink and his eyes were red-rimmed and glassy from tears. He had darkened bags under his eyes. But as he moped around and you avoided being noticed by him out of awkwardness, you caught a glimpse of his shirt, which amused you: Hang in there, it gets worse, with a little thumbs up, too. 

He came completely in black, too. 

It was unavoidably funny. But you stifled your snort as you continued to sweep quietly, until eventually, you got lost in thought again. Your head filled with your to-do list before entering your final semester. 

But you eventually found yourself in the same aisle as him. You swept the trash up into the dustpan as you watched him try to hold bread, bananas, napkins, and toilet paper in one arm while trying to take out a gallon of milk from the fridge.

You saw what would happen from a mile away and quickly released the broom and left the dustpan where it was to help him. Before you could actually get to him, the napkins toppled out of his hold and he mistakenly released the milk to grab it which caused the gallon to burst open when it fell to the floor like a ripe melon in the sun. 

You gasped when the milk splattered on you, but you didn’t actually mind at all. Priestly, on the other hand, sighed heavily again, completely giving up. 

He finally looked at you when you reached for the napkins he dropped and you smiled warily at him, hoping it appeared more reassuring than pitiful. You handed him the napkins and he murmured an apology, taking them from you. 

“They say when you drop your food, it's because someone craved it,” you tried to make light of the situation but he didn’t even notice. He gently placed everything down on top of the shelf behind him with a deep sigh.

“I’m so sorry,” he frowned at the large white puddle, “I’m having what you’d call a rough day.” You huffed a soft laugh which made him raise a brow at you. 

“Day? You’ve been mopey and pathetic for weeks,” you teased playfully, but he remained quiet. You figured you’d offended him or hurt his feelings because he sniffled and looked down at his hands. 

Your face softened.

“I’ll pay for that.” He pointed to the spilt milk and broken gallon.

“It’s fine,” you reassured him. “Let me clean this up. I’ll help you when I finish.” You turned around to pick up some napkins you kept behind the counter and he made a sound of protest. 

He followed you, you heard him walking behind you quickly. “I made this mess. I should clean it. Besides, it’s almost your lunch break,” he tried to stop you. You laughed softly and shook your head as you laid yourself over the counter to grab the napkins from underneath the counter, your feet dangled embarrassingly above the floor.

“Hey, it’s no trouble,” you dismissed, smiling triumphantly to yourself when you got up with the napkins. “Go be a customer and bring your stuff… take two trips this time. There’s no one else here.” You snatched the napkins away from him when he tried to take them from you. 

He smiled a little. 

It made you smile more earnestly. 

“Okay… Fine…” he gave in hesitantly and followed you as you walked towards the mess he made. He picked up the stuff he left on the shelf and watched you squat down and lay some napkins over the puddle. The paper soaked the milk up and he slowly walked to the counter then returned as you finished up. 

He stood there awkwardly at first. Still just watching you clean up and then you got up and smiled at him sweetly. He smiled back at you gently and your heart sped up the way it always did when he looked at you. Your stomach clenched happily, but you frowned and quickly stepped away from him to throw the wet paper towels away along with the gallon that had contained the milk. 

“I’m really sorry,” he apologised again when you returned. 

“Priestly, it’s fine, accidents happen,” you chuckled to convince him and eyed the new gallon of milk. “You ready?” You wiped your hands on your jeans despite still feeling icky. 

“Yeah,” he answered quietly, then looked around at the unusually empty store. “You want me to finish sweeping for you? Or maybe… Do you wanna wash your hands? You look uncomfortable. I can wait,” he rambled.

You laughed at him, this was all too much for you so “early” in the morning. He instantly shut up and became flustered. His free hand flew up to the back of his neck and he laughed awkwardly. 

“Well, if it matters so much to you, put the Closed sign on while I throw the stuff in the dustpan away and wash my hands. I’ll meet you at the counter in five.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said automatically. 

You rolled your eyes at the name, but walked away wordlessly to finish up. You actually were pretty hungry.

When you returned, Preistly had his hands in his trouser’s pockets, he was chewing on his lip, and his cheeks were red from embarrassment. 

“What’s that thing you said earlier about dropping food?” He asked, trying to alleviate the thick tension that hung in the air around the two of you. You smiled as you scanned the items he needed. 

“Oh, nothing,” you shrugged, “just a saying.” 

He was quiet for a moment and then you looked up at him. He was already looking at you and your face instantly started to get warm again. You looked away as casually as you could to finish scanning the remaining items and neatly placing them inside a plastic bag. 

“It was funny.”

“Ha, I guess…” you shrugged awkwardly and told him the price of his groceries. 

“Right…” he took out random, balled up dollar bills from his back pocket despite having a wallet with enough space. You smiled curiously and took the money from him. 

God, hurry and leave, you prayed internally as you placed his money in the cash register and took out his change. You dropped three quarters and a nickel into his hand when you began hearing the soft sound of rain hitting the windows and the concrete outside, and the delightful aroma of petrichor sneaking through the vents into the store.

“Fuck,” Priestly muttered, his fingertips grazed your palm and your body lit up like the second the temperature of the universe hit one billion Kelvin after the Big Bang, finally allowing neutrons and protons to form atomic nuclei as they hit and stuck to each other. “The worst day ever.”

You snapped out of your daze, disappointed, but not surprised at his obliviousness. 

“I could give you a ride,” you offered with a shrug, taking your bag from inside the bottom drawer as he took his bag of groceries.

“I keep wasting your time…” he trailed off, but he did not decline your offer. 

“That’s fine. Where do you live?” You made your way around the counter and walked past him to stand at the door and watch the rain slowly come heavier.

“You’re a stranger,” he joked, and you turned to roll your eyes at him. “What? You could secretly be a Mankiller.” You opened the door with a sarcastic laugh and squirmed as rain hit your face.

“Please, look at me,” you scoffed playfully, locking the door to the store once Priestly stepped outside with you. 

“I am,” he said gently. 

You looked up at him with your brows knitted in confusion. “Whatever. My car’s over here,” you brushed him off and quickly led him to your car.

You both sighed once you were safely inside the freshly cleaned car. He laughed to himself as he looked around inquisitively, but you didn't question him. You turned your car on instead to pull out of the driveway and asked him again where he lived as a Britney Spears song played on the radio. This time he finally answered your question seriously.

The conversation was light and you kept asking him about the sandwich shop he worked at and about his friends to avoid talking about yourself or his break up. It was basically small talk, bleh. The conversation was superficial because you didn’t want to get close to him, not now, not when he was freshly broken up and still clearly hurting. 

He ran his hand through his hair once you parked outside his house, somehow he managed to make it look tame. He looked at the time and you waited patiently for him to get out so you could leg it and cry to your friend over the phone about how you were so not over him. 

“Stay,” he proposed suddenly when he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I can make you a sandwich, I’m really good at that.” You shook your head at first and racked your brain for some excuse to get away. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it for you, I’ve even got some soda in the fridge. Please, I feel really bad.” You chuckled softly at him and the pleading eyes he gave you. They looked much wider and greener. 

“Fine,” you gave in, “I’m really hungry, so… I guess I could stay for a bit.” He lit up slightly and started to get out of the car before you managed to turn it off. But you caught up with him as he kicked the welcome mat to the side to retrieve his house’s key. 

“You want a sub?” He asked, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from making a joke out of that and nodded as you entered his messy house. Oh well, he’s been going through a breakup. 

“Oh, God, I forgot it’s a mess,” he apologised when he looked at the star of everything around him. “Close your eyes, pretend you don’t see it,” he pleaded jokingly. 

“As long as I don’t step in something squishy, we’re all good,” you reassured him with a small laugh. You followed him to the kitchen and figured he must be going through the not-eating breakup rather than the eating-my-feelings breakup.

“How big do you want it?” He asked you, setting the bag down on the counter and going to wash his hands.

“How much do you think I can take?” You asked before you could actually filter it out of your mind. He quickly looked at you, amused and intrigued while he dried his hands with a clean towel from inside his cabinet. “Kidding, how big is it?” He laughed loudly at your question which made you get more flustered, but he still gave you a measurement with his hands. “Half of that,” you tried to ignore his face and sat down before your knees gave out from embarrassment. 

“If you can only take half of that, I don’t think you could handle me.” 

Your mouth fell open. You were sure you stopped breathing for a few moments when your heart stuttered and your stomach lurched at the thought.  

This time, you blinked at him in surprise, but your eyes stayed wide, and you felt yourself turn hotter before you both bursted out laughing. 

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[vtoriacore]

✧ all eyes on you

note: this gotta be my fave vil piece ive ever written god damn i think this is me at my peak with writing. ill never write so well again and that sucks 💀 this is like 2.4k words and i swear half of it is vils outfit description /j someone also tell me why this is becoming a vil cantered blog LMAO

warning: slightly suggestive? bit of kissing at the end but nothing explicit! some jealousy that could be interpreted as slightly yandere/toxic but not really. gn!reader

synopsis: i cannot be bothered coming up with something elaborate after writing this. -> you're in a club. you dance w a random person. vil sees you. lights camera action bestie, the stage is yours to share and exit to the very end.

reblogs much appreciated, mwah 💞💓

He's already had too much Hennessy, he knew it. But looking at you through his translucent, violet sun glasses (perfectly matching his alluring eyes) he couldn't help but want to drink you in even more. It was no surprise you were here, in the same damn exclusive club as him, dancing with some nobody - no chemistry, no feelings attached.

He gripped the glass tighter, sharp lavender nails digging into his palm enough to leave marks. The sight was nothing short of infuriating, and he wanted to do nothing more but to rip you away from the leech vying for your attention when it should only be on him. Slamming the drink onto the table with a low growl, he stood up, all eyes immediately on him.

And why wouldn't they be? As always, he was the best dressed on the scene - the rich lilac, laced, mini slip-dress perfectly hugging his curves and off shoulder matching bolero cardigan accentuating his clavicles. And with every click of his six inch plum coloured t-strap d'orsay platforms (perfectly matching the beat of the current song) he grew more and more aware of the irony of the scene; virtually everyone was admiring his form, none of whom he would spare a single glance, but you.

Golden, diamond shaped earrings jangling as he walked (something he found rather irritating the more he focused on it), Vil tucked his purse closer to his side with a nonchalant flip of his platinum blonde locks. Normally, he'd feel very confident with his stature and mannerisms, but the way you still haven't graced him with even a single look, he felt it diminish. Oh, how he hated, down-right despised the effect you had on him! What right did you, so insignificant- ah no, that'd be too harsh considering he only ever silently sought out your approval and affection, but he'd digress. What right did you have making him feel this worthless, when he has never looked better? Never felt better?

The première of this new movie, Vil being the lead protagonist, was supposed to be the best fucking night of his life! He'd already strolled the red carpet as if he owned the event, knowing damn well it wasn't the truth because even then he was only seeking your eyes and finding them to be on anything but him. How could you disregard him so coldly, even now as he was approaching your form, more restless than ever?

"[Name], fancy seeing you here of all places," voice levelled, Vil addressed you directly; he wanted you to feel nervous under his gaze once you turned, it's what you deserve after causing him this much distress when it was supposed to be his big night. His official debut into the world of heroism.

"Ah, Schoenheit. Of course you'd run into me," he absolutely hated your wording, you were making him seem desparate - and although he was, you had no right even alluding to such thing!

"Disregarding that, it's quite rude not facing someone when they're speaking to you," he felt his nerves almost snap, seeing you turn around only to grace him with a teasing smirk, head tilted and eyes full of recognition.

"What, you miss me checking you out?" you licked your bottom lip, and it drove him almost as insane as your biting remark.

"I have the whole world focused on me, the last thing I'd need is you 'checking' me out," he rolled his eyes, shimmery gold eyeshadow accentuating the gesture.

"And here I thought we'd finally get some privacy so I could admire you," you laughed, and it brought him great satisfaction seeing the person behind you narrow their eyes in discontent. Without so much as a word, they slinked away with a small click of their tongue, something Vil would comment on in a later interview just out of spite. Was it petty? Maybe, but no one disrespects him and gets away with it - especially if they dare affiliate themselves with you.

"Is that what you were hoping for?" Vil raised a perfectly done eyebrow, crossing his arms in the process. He loved the way your eyes momentarily travelled to his chest before meeting his again.

"Sure, we can go with that if it soothes your ego," you looked to the left, observing the crowd watching the interaction with great interest before narrowing your eyes at the person who walked away from you. It irked him that you cared enough about that leech to even remember dancing with them, but your annoyance at them made it worth it - it was a sign you wouldn't seek them out at the very least!

"Interesting you'd say that, seeing your own just got shattered by . . . who was that again? One of the background characters who couldn't act to save their own life?" he knew his perfect, award winning smile would irritate you as always - it was both a great pleasure and a disdain seeing you vexxed by the accusation.

"You're the one who interrupted me, you know," you placed a hand on your hip, staring Vil down (well, up), and his eyes couldn't help but rake over the upper half of your body. He knew it was probably the alcohol doing most of the thinking, but coupled with the ultraviolet lighting , he just couldn't help but wonder how good you'd feel against him in that moment - away from prying eyes of course.

"I did you a favour dear, I assume you've seen them seizing up our director just then?" you merely shrugged at the assertion, instead focusing on your perfectly done nails.

"Yeah I figured they'd try him next, anything for the headlines speculating who they're fucking, no?" you smiled once you finished your unnecessary examination, looking at Vil once more. He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at the accusation, so genuine it turned a few heads your direction once more. And oh did Vil absolutely relish the envious stares directed your way, knowing damn well none of them could take your place.

"Very bold statement, you do know it's going to make the news and affect my own reputation?" he leaned in, whispering directly into your ear and yet all you could focus on was the gold rimmed necklace with the initials of your first and last name. Once he pulled away, Vil simply smiled - the way you suddenly flushed up made him somewhat giddy. There was no way in hell you'd even direct your gaze on anything other than him for the rest of the night, and the countless rumours of this encounter coupled with the accessory were certainly going to keep you up at night.

"W-well . . . With what you're pulling right now, I could really say the same," he found your aggrevated stutter endearing, simply shrugging as if unaffected by anything you do when the contrary applied.

"You're acting as if it isn't going to be good publicity, with your role as the lead romantic interest, this could be good for both of us," Vil knew you couldn't disagree with this, watching as for once you tried coming up with something to dspute the statement, to no avail.

"Whatever, I've had too much to drink to deal with this," you sighed out, beginning to walk away from him. This of course, wouldn't do - you were once again making him seem as if he were the one that should be following after you.

"Right, goodnight [Name]," he nodded at your back, beginning to turn around only to stop short once he noticed you turn your head, eyes brimming with confusion; it was perfect, you didn't expect a single thing and fell straight for the bait!

" . . . Oh," you furrowed your eyebrows, so softly no one but him would catch on. He was so used to seeing and observing you that by now, Vil had perfectly memorised each and every one of your gestures and mannerisms. This, although something he prided himself on as he was quite perceptive, was simply maddening. His hyper-awareness of having you on his mind too much and for way too long didn't help this fact either.

"What is it?" he was going to get a straightforward answer from you for a change, and he realised you knew it from the little twitch of your lips. You certainly weren't an easy read, to the outsiders of course.

"Well, I just thought . . ." you were reluctant to voice your thoughts, coaxing him into softening his features as silent encouragement - something you picked up on after a few brief seconds.

"I just thought you might want to come somewhere more quiet, with me" you almost whispered, no doubt letting the alcohol affect some of your judgement. Under normal circumstances, Vil knew you'd probably make more sassy remarks but this? You weren't even attempting to make your tone seem insincere, face devoid of your usual show of defiance to anything he does. Such simple action, and yet it had his pulse quicken by too much of a large margin to be considered a normal reaction.

"On second thought, that seems like the perfect remedy for my oncoming headache," he let a faux smile overtake his face, walking closer and closer up to you, until your arms were brushing against each other. To anyone else, it'd simply seem as though the club was too full, but you both knew the intimacy that came with the action - Vil found it unnerving, just how warm it made his face feel when he's already kissed you countless times, both in practice and for the official filming of the scenes. But he did suppose this was something done out of one's volition, so who could realistically fault him for feeling this way?

"You know, absolutely no one uses the corner booths, even though they're all secluded from the main body of the building and perfect to hide away," you spoke up, rather shyly for someone of your disposition, but Vil found it absolutely delightful. Everything he'd done in an effort to get you to himself was finally paying off.

"Well, this is a club for a reason. Most people don't come here to sit around," he purposefully brushed his fingers against yours, the cold, no doubt expensive jewelled rings causing goosebumps to erupt all over your arm.

"Hah, surely they get tired at some point," you playfully rolled your eyes as the both of you walked through a dark archway, music slowly fading to a pleasant, muted buzz.

"Alcohol seems to have the opposite effect it's supposed to when you're clubbing, you'll come to learn soon enough," Vil flashed you a smirk, his cherry red lips catching your attention momentarily before you glanced away. He wondered if he should be happy at your sudden change of personality- was this the real you or just another elaborate show? Either way, he loved it.

"Are you implying something there, Schoenheit?" your teasing, accusatory remark made him click his tongue in a faux display of displeasure before he replied with his own, "Must you analyse every one of my statements?"

"It's not my fault they're usually loaded," your genuine giggle almost made him break the façade.

"How flattering you think me this complex," your smile dropped at that before you turned to fully face Vil, almost catching him off guard as he stopped to mirrror your action with intrigue painting his lilac irises.

"You are," barely two words and he could feel his breath hitch - and the worst part, he didn't even know why! Was it the lack of people around that made this moment feel so intimate? Or was it the courtesy of the dim room with its scarlet lighting making it seem like some romantic scene from a movie?

"You know . . . I still don't understand," you started to speak, voice low yet sincere. He felt himself drawing in a breath but before he could ask anything you spoke up yet again, "Am I overthinking it . . . ?"

"Overthinking what?" it was a miracle he could even speak clearly with how intently you were observing him. He knew he looked perfect, but with your gaze boring so deeply into him, he felt like you could see every flaw - he can't recall a time he felt so vulnerable.

"Ah . . . Nevermind. Ignore me, I wasn't thinking straight," your sudden shake of the head popped the bubble of tension you both felt. Vil felt his eyebrows furrow, a slight pout forming on his face.

"No. You will tell me," he asserted with a hardened resolve, coming ever closer to you as you backed up; his step forward, your step back. Rinse and repeat. Yet when your back had finally hit the ebony wall, you averted your gaze instead of saying anything.

"[Name], I'm serious, don't make me pry it out a different method," Vil leaned in closer to you, grabbing your chin gently to make you look right at him. He'd be damned if he let you slip away now, just when you were about to reveal everything.

"Are you serious, though?" your disappointed gaze had his heart momentarily shatter and before his emotions got the better of him, you once again murmured before he could even breathe, "about me . . .?"

His lips parted, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt speechless. Was there even a way for him to convey just how serious he was about you using words, using actions, using feelings alone? Vil could physically feel the pressure of the tension pushing down onto him, and his grip on you loosened.

"I-I see," you closed your eyes in defeat at the silence, and in that very moment he hated himself more than ever.

"I am. Believe me, I am so very serious, so very sure about you. Forgive my silence, I didn't expect to . . . " he trailed off, not thinking straight when you graced him with the sight of your brilliant eyes once more. The surprised flush of your cheeks made him feel slightly nervous; his feelings were out in the open, but would you reciprocate?

He didn't need to ponder the question too long, for in the next moment and without any hesitation, you were pulling him flush against you in an effort to connect your lips. He found himself tilting his head, slipping his sunglasses off with one hand before abandoning them and his purse both on the ground. It didn't matter they were both expensive and about to be ruined, not when the price of your feelings would be too disrespectful to compare to some lousy materialistic items he could replace later.

His hands found purchase on your waist, gently caressing the curvature in an effort to memorise every inch; the way you leaned into him more had him ignoring his burning lungs as they cried out for oxygen. With the way you felt against him, Vil only wanted to breathe you in; everything else be damned. He couldn't deny the disappointment when you had pulled away, but the sight of your burning face and lidded eyes made it worth breaking away anyway.

"I- . . . Damn, I'm sorry," your sudden nervous laugh caused a small smile to rise up on his own flushed face.

"You will be. No one gets away smudging my lipstick darling," you relaxed into Vil's arms at the remark, and he absolutely relished in the bliss of your content gaze and serene demeanor.

"And how do I pay back, hm?" you regained your confidence, but found it quickly simmer down once he spoke again, "Let me smudge yours even more."

You didn't hesitate to pull him back in for a second.

[vancruejovi]

So I got bored and made my motorcycle gloves into fingerless Stardust gloves! They’re kinda wonky but I suck at drawing stars (and let’s be fair, his were always kinda wonky too lmao). I’m really proud of them and I can change the colour whenever I want I just have to paint them again! :)

[ohmystarrynight]

hoooooly moly I adore your art style. Like. Can I eat it?? Absorb it through my skin like a frog????? If I splat my face into my screen hard enough, will it absorb into my face???????? Also. I've been getting back into Knight Rider (read: thinking about it from years ago and considering watching more of it) and. your human kitt is giving me LIFE. I absolutely love the way you draw him! Could you maybe draw kitt and Michael holding hands... Maybe- they're definitely in a qpr and. they would hold hands. and I haven't seen enough art of them :( the tumbly knight rider fandom is tiny :(

Also! As a kid I used to love ttte, and I LOVE the doodle you did of the coal engines going up the hill with brakes on! It just felt so true to the characters :33 those coal trains were little shit bastards lmao

This is getting long, but I have sooo much to say ;-;

Okay I think I can consider this to two or three more questions-

Do you have an art fight account? May I draw you fanart/how do I credit you as Creator of the character if I may? And could you maybe do colour swatches next to a drawing or sketch or whatever? Like if you decide to draw kitt :3 could you give him a colour palette off to the side bc I kinda suck at matching colours when they're amongst other colours :3

Okay yup too long but. I love your art!!! Keep going I love this 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Good gracious you’re sweet!! This made me smile sooo stupid big omg 😭😭❤️ I’m glad you dig my self indulgent human kitt nonsense haha!! Idk if this counts but for NOW this is all I have for kitt and Michael holding hands and it’s part of a hilarious collab I did with @colloquial-kayak 😂 they also have an awesome human kitt design!

I can totally start color swatching! I used to do it ages ago and just.. stopped? I guess??? I’ll start doing it again tho! And I’ll try to get a legit doodle of them holding hands soon!

Im ALWAYS so excited if people draw my stuff! Honestly credit to my tumblr here is fine (ohmystarrynight), I used to be on instagram but meta is 👎👎👎 so now it’s just here and twitter (art_makes_art). I love seeing people’s stuff! And sadly I don’t do artfight (mostly bc my brain ain’t big and I don’t understand it lmao)

Keep it groovy!!!

[sp00kymulderr]

Gideon, how are you doing???

I have been thinking about this non-stop for the past two days, and I have a VERY important question to ask you...

do you think Dieter would be into wearing panties? and if so, why would it be these:

or really, if so, what kind do you think he'd gravitate towards?

I just really like the idea of Dieter in something lacy or mesh and hot pink, because hot pink is such a good color on him... but what are YOUR thots???

anyways, I hope you're having a great weekend so far!!! 💕

KAITLIN YOU MENACE! Yes. Yes. And yes. This is exactly the kind of thing I'm all about lmao thank you so much for making me think about Dieter like this. He absolutely would love it and hot pink is FOR SURE his colour, or maybe a sexy deep green, or nice black lacy, or some pretty sheer floral ones. Oof.

I uh wrote a little something because I HAD to. (18+, 400ish words)

~~~~~~~ It wasn’t the first time, not even the second. Dieter had never been one to be who he’s told to be, wear what he’s told to wear. He’d worn a dainty pair of underwear plenty of times; under his comfy pants on read through days, or beneath his slacks for a bit of thrill at those boring luncheons his agents made him go to.

But yours...they were even more tempting. Pretty lace and silky fabric and bright colours that made his heart race when you wore them. He liked the slip of them on his skin as he pulled on the pink pair he’d found with the clean laundry. You’d worn them under that beautiful outfit at the Hunger Strike premiere and yeah, he liked putting them on even more remembering how they’d barely survived that night.

Fuck, he looks good in them. They’re a little tight, pinching in at the hips and ass. When Dieter turns to the mirror it makes his breath hitch a little to see himself like this again.

He’s stood there for a while, just studying. Enjoying the view of himself; something he rarely does or feels he can but something about the hot pink and the lace and the tight bunch of the panties on him and the fact that they're yours makes him feel so confident.

He’s half-hard, the fabric getting tighter there as he grows the more he watches himself. He doesn’t really register you approaching until you’re behind him, eyes meeting his in the mirror when he finally looks up from his crotch and finds you watching him watch himself.

His pupils are blown, mouth a little slack. Headiness fills the space as you slowly – dangerously slowly - drag your finger tips down his sides to meet the material at his hips. A tug on each side makes him grunt, his cock hardening almost to the point of pain as the fabric grows more taut. Your soft hands reach down to his ass and grab, making him tip his head back against you.

It gives you access to his neck and shoulder, and you suck the skin between your teeth several times. Marked up and pretty, just for you. Reaching forward, you feel him as your lips continue a familiar but always thrilling journey across his neck. Hand gently rubbing the front of the smooth fabric and squeezing the hardness beneath.

“You look good” You murmur in his ear, a flick of your tongue against his lobe as you squeeze again and he shivers when your hands retreat – you both turn your heads to watch the patch of wet grow at the front of the panties, muscles in his thighs straining at the pleasure of the tight pull against his cock.

“I know” He moans back, turning to kiss you fully. To devour you, prideful smile turning to a whimper as you tug him towards the bed.

~~~~~~~

[arsenalgbt]

bottom!kai headcanons? what’s he like?

not even kidding; grab ur popcorn snacks wipe your blue light glasses etc 😤

in my head!!!! I feel like he’s not into verbalising The Dirty Talk. loves receiving it, sure, something vanilla like “You’re so wet / Can you feel how deep I’m inside? / Show me” kinda thing! not the extreme I'm-gonna-fill-you-up-ur-a-slut-for-my-cock-aren’t-you LMAO

not into feminisation. sure he squirms at being called ‘pretty’, but not out of arousal. he’s just shy and is having a hard time believing it lol

doesn’t like getting fucked somewhere uncomfortable, due to being too tall

doesn’t like riding his top’s cock unless they’re on the sofa (likes the bounce, the headrest that he can use as an anchor, the overall smaller space compared to a bed); he feels self-conscious about his long legs, and he gets cramps if he sits on his knees for too long criesssssss

however he is good at sucking cock as long as he’s got something to cushion his knees (them lips? iykyk) (he 80% always swallows)

gets mistaken as a top easily!!!

doesn’t mind topping, but he gets lazy in the middle AJKSJDF like he’d lost interest or get tired JASJFJSA

only owns one toy and that’s a silicone dildo, flesh coloured, 10 inch and thick lolllllll

surprisingly into phone sex and FaceTime sex, but not sexting

idk man in my head he’d look so fucking ethereal getting fucked out of his mind, caught in 4K, the phone is shaky, the video is blurry… but his face. oh his face. hooded eyes, swollen, pink lips, the desperate but quiet moaning… the red spots all over his cheeks, neck, chest, his hard, untouched cock leaking, his wet hole gripping the top’s cock…

like

say it’s a uni AU. kai slept with an asshole who recorded him sucking cock. that 0:11 video got leaked ajkdjfjkadkjfajk. boys who never ever talked to him, they begin to ask him out to parties or blatantly ask if he charges for his time. IMAGINE!! imagine kai is in the football varsity team. an actual jock. rival teams start to taunt him with derogatory remarks. some ask him out as well lol

I think he’s the type of bottom who ‘isn’t aware’ of how alluring he can be!!!! due to being too tall (again) and shy and introverted. literally I'd like to read a fic in which everyone is vying for his attention. add everyone; Declan, big gabi, jurrien, Leo and Martin, Julian, mason, etc etc

like I swear Declan and big gabi are into him because he looks ✨fragile✨ (too often, they see him getting jostled easily, dropping files or whatever’s in his hand, looking lost, tired, like he needs someone with a sturdy head and shoulders and a big cock to rely on lmaoooo this is an office siren AU or summing)

damn that’s a long HCs!!!!!! hope you enjoyed and feel free to add more!

[freeuselandonorris]

tagged by @lost-decade at exactly the right time when i needed a distraction from a very long workday ty!!

Last song I listened to: tyler, the creator - yonkers (yet somehow still had to have it explained to me that lewis' new collab is an odd future thing today)

Favourite colours: black and pistachio green. not together.

Currently watching: the day of the jackal!! it's not perfect but it's very good. also taskmaster australia season 3 and neon genesis evangelion, which somehow i had never seen before.

Last movie I watched: uhh i think late night with the devil. really enjoyed it, such a cool concept and david dastmalchian is brilliant in it.

Currently reading: still on my annual reread of the secret history. i also recently finished eliza clark's short story collection 'she's always hungry' which was absolutely brilliant. highly rec to fellow body horror lovers.

Sweet/savoury/spicy: spicyyyy! i usually put about four types of chilli on my meals lmao. i do also love savoury though. i think i'm a fairly good cook but i cater to my own tastes so everything is probably inedibly spicy and salty to others.

Last thing I googled: how to spell david dastmalchian's surname. before that it was 'pole extended butterly to brass monkey' bc i was trying to find a video of the stupidly hard transition we were working on last night.

Current obsession: oh the usuals. the mctwinks. my 2025 hobonichi cousin. the gym. egg white porridge (sounds horrific but istg it's great). my weighted blanket that i forgot i owned during summer and then put back on my bed this week and have slept like a baby again.

currently working on: subtitles 🫠 but in more fun personal projects, sucking less at pull-ups and trans lando getting fucked in both holes.

tagging @glasscushion @monacotrophywife @strawberry-daiquiris @goingxmissing @bright-and-burning @unpublishableprivateliterature @thermocrying if any of you want to :)

[shootingstarrfish]

Do you have any tips on how you do shading ?? Your art really inspires me and I literally suck at shading lmao.

hello anon!!! im honoured i can inspire you sdfhkjh it's crazy to me that i can inspire literally anyone :,DDD <33

tbh i do all my shading purely based on vibes/what makes me happy so im not sure im a good advice person but ill show you a breakdown of how i go about shading and hopefully that might help a bit? :o i've left it below the cut because i have too much to say and it ended up being really long LOL

of course if there's anything you want more details on i'm always happy to explain, just let me know!

okay SO ill use this asmo as my example, i think there's enough to talk about here that it should be helpful hopefully

so here's my lineart and flats! i do all my flat colours in one layer because i find it easier to make everything look more cohesive when the pieces arent separated (i usually like it when the colours bleed into each other a lil), but i also just dont like the process of having to switch between layers for everything too LOL flats are unfortunately my least favourite part :,D probably because my lineart is so messy hahah

as you can see, the shading is very minimal here, just some subtle stuff in the wings/sheer parts of the fabric and some blushing on the skin, i also stole the orange under eye/liner thing from TBHK because <3

and then i clean up any messy stuff by just painting over top of everything on a new layer, i also rendered the metal at this stage because i felt like it i guess???

i dont think i did a suuper good job at rendering the metal here (because i was lazy), it looks fine but something to note about metal is that usually you want to push the highlights and the shadows a lot more, as well as the reflections because it is so shiny and smooth this is why you'll see a lot of pink and blue in the metal, to show the reflections of his hair and the sky

i would recommend using reference to get a better idea of how metal ACTUALLY works but again, i was lazy lol so that's a simple explanation based on what little i know/have observed

the jump here is a bit drastic and you might be like woah starr where'd all this come from?? but this is all in one layer-

('hard light' - 62% opacity)

this is how that layer looks as a normal full opacity layer, for reference:

lately i've been using hard light layers to shade! they're very versatile because unlike multiply layers i can do my shading and my highlights within one layer (do you sense a theme of me disliking having too many layers lmao)

SO this is where i have a bit more to say about shading you'll notice the prominent shading colour here is blue, this is because the main environment here (the sky) is blue. i dont know if that's how things work in the real world but it works for me LMAO i usually prefer to have my shading lean cooler purely for aesthetic reasons, i like how it looks more

you might also notice some areas where the blue is a bit brighter, this is to imitate reflected light, again because the environment is blue light tends to bounce around on things and reflect back even into the shadows so this is the effect im trying to get, i like to typically go with a brighter blue cause it gives things a sort of shinier? quality that i enjoy aesthetically, idk if its very accurate to real life tho it also helps me to give depth to the shading since shading isnt usually just one flat blob, and this is a bit of a shortcut to having more dynamic (?) looking shadows

i also want to point out my use of bright reds on the edge of the shadows:

i believe this is called diffraction- there's a real legit scientific reason why it happens but i... dont know what that is i just know it happens in real life (maybe not to this extent?) and it looks cool so i do it SFHJKSFH i usually blend it into the shadows though as opposed to into the lighter parts, i find that tends to look better

some miscellaneous things-

don't be afraid to throw random colours around!! who cares about realism, it's fun lmao

this artwork is a spoiler for asmo's bday so shhhhh but i did want to quickly show that you can also use hard light layers to create a glowy effect, i literally just painted the pink/orange directly on the shadows layer and it helped to make his eyes more glowy

of course i do go in and paint over a little after and add some layer effects but it helps to have that base there

now that you've learnt that i dont know what i'm doing, i wanted to highlight a couple of resources that have helped me! i hope they help you as well <3

this video gives some really interesting insights into this artist's process and some problems they had throughout, as well as how they overcame them! it looks a lil clickbaity but i promise it's good!!

this tweet also shifted how i think about rendering when i want to do something with dramatic lighting!

+ an attempt i made to replicate this (i wanna try this again lmao it was fun)

i hope that helps even a little bit, i did my best to explain but sorry if it was mostly nonsense though :,DDD best of luck with your art, anon!! <3333

[beardedmrbean]

Sorry, for these constant ranting about African and black American culture

It just sucks look at history as a black American at times. There no ancient kingdom or empire, like Han, Gupta, and Roman to call back to. No Mythos with great epics like Hellenism or Hinduism where I can see myself in.

No great warriors that might have shared your face and people use as inspiration in media. No great battle like the battle of Thermopylae for people recreate again and again

No great leaders like Alexander the Great, Ashoka the Great, Julius and Augustus Caesar that change the course of history

As soon as January and February ends, seemly everyone forgot your people history.

Will we be remember when mankind enter interstellar?

Sorry maybe my borderline suicidal depression kicking in. Despite all the diversity push, has black Americans done anything beyond fighting slavery and racism? So we still have to hijack other people history and pop culture? Are any of our stories worth being told by media?

Or are we nothing but a sad pitiful group? Ugh sorry for making you my therapist

It just sucks look at history as a black American at times. There no ancient kingdom or empire, like Han, Gupta, and Roman to call back to. No Mythos with great epics like Hellenism or Hinduism where I can see myself in.

Check the Nubians and southern kingdom of Egypt there were black Pharaohs and dynasties those are recorded and attested by non Egyptian sources.

As for the Mythos Rome took a bunch of them from conquered lands, much like Greece did, like Babylon and Assyria did, Egypt too, oh and Hindus did the same thing. Easier to keep a population happy if you point out how our gods and your gods are the same guys just with different names.

No great leaders like Alexander the Great, Ashoka the Great, Julius and Augustus Caesar that change the course of history.

They existed, we just don't have any records of who they were, nothing concrete at least, gotta decide for yourself how faithful the oral tradition is.

Or you can treat it like folklore, doesn't mean there's not some truth to it, exaggerated is all.

As soon as January and February ends, seemly everyone forgot your people history. Will we be remember when mankind enter interstellar?

No need to keep them separate, just because a skin colour isn't the focus doesn't mean people forget, stuff like the 'black national anthem' is divisive, it's bringing back segregation saying we have a different national anthem than you. No if you're Americans you've got the one, go start your own country if you want a different one.

Haiti looks like it's about to reset try there.

If you want some heroes that look like you, meet the Harlem Hellfighters

To our eternal shame the US wasn't in the business of giving medals to black soldiers in WW1 not so much in 2 either, France however was.

Sergent Johnson here managed a Coup De Gras for valor in the battle that got him named "The Black Death" it's always the black something isn't it, we back home finally rectified the travesty that had him overlooked for the Medal of Honor in 2015, he more than earned it, wish he could know how many people look up to him now.

I do hope he saw this after he got home at least, I'd have that on my wall lmao.

Legacy section of his Wikipedia page has lots of things on it, but this I think would be the thing I would be proudest of,

In 1919, co-founder of the American Legion Theodore Roosevelt Jr., son of former United States President Theodore Roosevelt, referred to Johnson as one of the "five bravest Americans" to have served in World War I.

One of the good Roosevelt's, and I'm gonna guess this got to him too, since he was still around.

You need a warrior here's one, he led and sacrificed, he's a good one to look up to, refused to let his buddy be taken captive at great personal risk after they'd fought of 12 Germans.

Need another group of warriors, we've got the Tuskegee Airmen.

Made a lot of white (fighter) pilots mad because they were that good at their job, white bomber crews loved them they saw the red taifin on the P-51 their hope for surviving the mission went way up, because they were that good at their job.

Look them up too if you haven't before, check out the movie "Red Tails" Black writers adapted a story by one of them about a damn fine group of pilots, I enjoyed the movie watched it a bunch of time when I was living in Florida because it was on one of the movie channels the hotel I was living in carried.

You've got warriors who fought great battles that you can look up to though, even more so because they knew what life was like back home and how they were treated and would be on their return, and they fought anyhow.

Admirable men worthy of being looked up to by anyone really. At least for this service which is what counts for me right now.

Will we be remember when mankind enter interstellar?

How could humanity forget these men, and so many other incredible human beings that worked for the betterment of humankind in their own ways? __________

As a aside, Max Brooks got together with a artist named Caanan White who I don't know anything about but they did a fictional graphic novel about the Harlem Hellfighters and it looks pretty dang cool, so you may want to look into that at some point too.

[bisluthq]

Re Marjorie/ dead grandparent discussion, as someone who has a lot of dead family and recently lost the most important grandparent figure in my life… here are the things I’d ask (my recently deceased figure started going dotty and I talked on the phone with her less cause I couldn’t handle it cause I already live with my dad who has early dementia and it was too much to deal with at the time). While they still have cognitive capacity, or even if they aren’t all there but can be redirected:

- what’s their favourite place? If it’s close enough, go there with them and make memories there. It’s much nicer to go to a park or a museum to feel close to someone than it is to visit a cemetery imo

- what’s their favourite flower? When you see pink roses or red tulips, you’ll always think of them.

- if they have a signature dish or favourite recipe, ask them to write it down for you in their handwriting. Then cook it with them or for them depending on their ability.

- ask to have a movie day and watch their favourite movie together. I was able to buy an old western on dvd for someone and he was so excited and watched it multiple times. Then we watched it together and he kept talking over the tv to tell me how he had a friend who looked like this actor, or ‘it really was like that you know! They just shot people!’ And random shit like that, far more interesting than the movie.

- same for books if they can still read. Or ask if they like/d poetry and what were their favourites when they were your age and what they like now. Anything like that.

- ask how they met their husband/ wife, what life was like when they had their children, how they felt when they became a grandparent and if it was still as exciting the 10th time as the 1st (some will say yes, some will say no. But it usually generates a new funny story if they say no 😂)

- ask if they used to dance and what sort of dance they did. Apparently one of my grandmothers was quite the dancer and had a lot of attention and competition on who could jive with her 😂😂 I wish we had pics!

- if they wear a perfume or cologne, take a photo of the bottle. I wish I knew the perfume one of my aunts wore. It was her signature scent that smelled like her but none of my cousins know what it was either. I’d love to smell it again and spray it on a blanket and hug it (idc how weird that sounds)

- when they’re annoying and telling the same story or same rant for the thousandth time, zone out but really look at them - their eyes, their hands, mannerisms. Just study them. I only really noticed their eye colours just before they passed tbh.

That’s my advice / Wishlist if I had a Time Machine anyway. Some of the questions can open a can of worms, like ‘how did you two meet’ and finding out he had a wife beforehand that was just never mentioned even to his children and no one knows if it’s true or if he said it cause he was losing his marbles lmao.

awww. I am gonna ask my grannies some of that. They annoy me but I actually should suck it up.

[goosewriting]

yesterday i finally watched the new tmnt movie!! at first i wanted to do a live reaction kinda thing, except that wouldn’t work because i'd have to reblog every entry and hiding every single part under a "read more" would be not only tedious, but i'm not even sure if it's possible lol

so instead have a collection of my thoughts here! (spoiler warning, duh)

first of all: the art style. there’s something strangely nostalgic about it. it feels like that is what my mental storyboards as a kid would have looked like, had i been into animating back then. or at least that would have been close to the style i would have liked to emulate.

the explosions looking like violent scribbles is just so 😩🤌♥ chef's kiss, truly. there's something about the art in general that just moves in such a particular way and holds a certain weight and volume,, it feels like cardboard and clay and crayons and the piles upon piles of coloured pencils i used to have as a kid and how the wooden pencil drawer smelled. i'm such a fan of this style i’M obsessed o(-<

in the intro shots for the turtles, raph licking his sai blades is so extra and i love him for that lmao

for some reason i completely forgot they cast jackie chan as splinter and tbh idk how to feel about it? no hate towards him; i just don't think voice acting is his strong suit

meanwhile i'm looooving mikey's voice. also leo's beacuse, well first of all, i am a leo girlie (gender neutral) through and through so i would have loved all aspects of him no matter what. but his voice actor is gumball's i believe? and that's one of my comfort shows 🥺 i just love him sm

this little donnie is sending me, i- 🤣

superfly's theme reminds me of miguel's for some reason? 😂 and i'm here for it ahahh

the whole watermelon scene lmaoo teeangers being teenagers, finally

aaaand here comes the probably forced romance subplot 😅😅 (more on that later)

the whole fighting scene in the workshop tinted in red? ugh 10/10

ok so, april: i really like how they met. i like her design, her voice and her whole vibe. the whole puking jokes were a little too much for me; personally im not a fan of fart or puke jokes because, well, i’m not a 12yo boy (looking at you seth rogen) but all in all i really liked this rendition of april. it sucks tho that the turtles got a snazzy outfit by the end, both for school and for prom, but april’s clothes always remained the same. would have loved to see what she wore to prom!

the gen z lingo and references: …i mean, i guess it makes sense? i just don’t know how well it will age xD the references to end game and all were fun but, again, will someone in 15 years understand what they meant? will someone in 15 years know what rizz is?

changing the topic, the way eyeballs are rendered??? hello?? they’re so expressive and shiny and i lowkey wanna lick them ok

the chris pine cutout actually made me choke on my food from both surprise and laughter jhdfkjashdf

oookay so. superfly and his gang. first of all when the gecko talked i went like hey is that ant-man? lmao i love all the designs and ice cube as the villain works?? im not mad?? lol now, his plan however... sigh, my guy. killing all humans aside, have you maybe thought that if you turn every single animal and insect into a mutant, the whole ecosystem would all but collapse? there will be no planet left to belittle the humans on (:

"he'll run out of cars eventually" / *looks at parking* / “oh, c’mon!” lmaoo 😂 this joke was excellent

so, back to the forced romance thing. look i get it, they needed a reason to help out april to get the plot going. and if leo said it, then the rest would follow. i get that. but throughout the whole movie, aside from like his brothers elbowing his side knowingly, there’s no more allusion to anything? and then only at the veeeery end, he asks her out and she says yes, so i was like “oh okay so that’s the payoff then. took long enough” but then when they’re dancing she rhetorically asks if they’re just doing this as friends and 😐 maybe this is just my aroace self projecting but,, if you’re gonna use romance/romantic interest as a catalyst (lame tbh), at least be consequent about it?? if you (the writers) didn’t have the intention to explore the relationship, then leave it altogether? again, this is just my aroace opinion,, i can’t relate so i don’t understand. (which i know seems contradictory given my uh, repertoire of fics lmao) personally i would have preferred a different reason for them to helping out april, and having them all just be besties by the end, which they ended up being anyway

so, to sum it all up. it’s a story we’ve seen a hundred times, so there was really nothing new to it. the plot was okay,, the biggest thing that “bothered” me was superfly’s whole extermination thing making no sense, technically. but other than that, my eyes and ears were having an absolute feast. a very enjoyable film all in all. when we got rottmnt, i was like “oh finally an iteration of the teenage mutant ninja turtles where they’re actually teenagers” but scratch that. mutant mayhem is the most teenager one, and i loved them for that. time will tell how the jokes will age but yeah, the way they were depicted was definitely my favourite thing about the film aside from the art style.

have you guys seen it? what are your thoughts? lemme know :D feel free to comment here or send in some asks!

[yourthirdparent]

Do u have any MK rarepairs?

hello llewayinghorses. yeah i have ummmm a lot lmao. for the purposes of this i'll be stretching the definition of rare pair a Little because while sure some of these have like over a hundred fics it still feels p small To Me. anywayd

biliang is one of them, as well as kuaitomas. both of these are mk1 btw. sorry beloved followers i am a scorpsmoke lover blame Do you feel it travel in and out your heart? on ao3 (i was shipping them way before i read that fic it's just my favourite). and a biliang lover but i've already mentioned that one before on here.

haven't been Incredibly into those lately though cuz the liu kang hyperfixation hit like a train and now all i can do is set him up with other people he can fuck nasty (or not fuck at all i do love an ace liu kang. more like liu king. sorry.) but they are still on the backburner.

for liu pairings aka my only pairings ever........... holdon let me just bust out the chart

ignore the fact that the colour doesn't mean anything Anyways liutana and liulao aren't rare, shangliu is actually surprisingly popular considering it has so few fics (like 50 total i think split between the liu vs fire god liu tags?), liuhan probably is considered rare but idk maybe it's just because i'm in my part of the fandom but i see it p often so probably not very rare. kuailiu and liutomas are both rarer than that. railiu is p rare, i don't really see it often (but i'd love to because it's actually such a good pairing it's so cool oh my god) uhhhh liugeras is pretty rare considering how much sense it makes but i get it w/e yk. uhhhh kenliu and liucage are both p rare. especially cuz i ship liucage the hardest in the 1995 mortal kombat movie (so sad that i can't write for that movie. cries) which already doesn't get much fandom activity. oh baraka and liu is like super rare lmao but they're so cool !! i think there's lots of potential there idk maybe i'm just a freak. i do mostly ship them in mk11 though (mostly just cuz i don't want to deal with contagion lmao). sindel and liu are rare i suppose (also i forgot to mark liu and jerrod but i do ship them as well they're a throuple) as are liu and syzoth but i don't really care for them Much they're just fun sometimes but they aren't on the brainrot list. quan chi and liu are also rare but yk same principle as syliu i don't care all that much. i just like them both and i think they could have Something. evil. also liu and mileena is mk11 specific and it's also complicated but the sad thing is there's no fic for them and i'm too scared to write it (that's a lie i'm just not creative enough)

uhhhhh i also ship kenleena which according to twitter is actually popular but i've not seen it a damn time which SUCKS !!!! guys please i love taleena but why should i care for Them in mk1 when i could be shipping mileena and the guy whose eyes she gouged out. i think that slays. taleena is also a slay ofc but in mk1........ i need something with a little more Spice like they had in mkx. give me toxic yuri or give me death. they need to be treacherous and then have a kid or i'm out.

let me pull out the mk11 chart too fuck it

again shangliu is p popular shockingly however mk11 shangliu is a lot less popular. sonya/liu is actually so rare that i made the ao3 tag and i'm one of like. four shippers lmao. but i mostly ship them in conjunction with liucage in mk11 and only really ship them on their own in mk21. liu/jax is similar in the sense that i like them more in the 2021 movie lmao. and again i'm the only one in the tag. mk11 liuhan is less common than mk1 which is sad because they're iconic. again baraka and liu are always rare, railiu is p rare (though it does have some absolute masterpieces in the ao3 tag. ty melochromatic can we please be friends you're so cool). fujin/liu is also uncommon but i love them so sosososis99ssjowehhrishwkshrkebf much (i just like both of the characters and decided to slam them together for my amusement) blahblah again with mileena and geras and liulao and liutana are both popular.

SIGH. in addition to all of these i have some bonuses like sindel/sheeva and jadetana which might not be Rare but it is lovely and frossie which definitely Is rare (heartbreakingly) and probably more that i don't want to list. GASP FOR AIR.

[jabeur]

i was tagged by @drunkenromantic and @steffigraf to do the get to know me tag thank youuu <3 (ericka i'm doing it on this blog even if you tagged my main sdksdn)

1. Do you make your bed?

not always but i prefer to! it makes my space feel neat and welcoming (even if it's just to myself lol that's what matters) and it's so nice when i get home and my bed's all tidy bc i made it before going out it's like. ah yes i beat mental illness this morning

2. Favourite number?

19!!!!!

3. What's your job?

an office job in a social cooperative. specifically my office's digital transformation which probably means nothing to anyone

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

well you see. absolutely not! i mean i could probably take night classes to get a high school diploma, i don't want to but i could, but like actually going back to school ? jesus, no. middle and high school were awful

5. Can you parallel park?

i can't drive (yet ?)

6. Do you think aliens are real?

yeah. not in a conspiracy theories way or whatever but i think it'd make sense if they were

7. Can you drive a manual car?

i can't drive any car (yet ?)

8. Guilty pleasure?

mh i don't know? maybe that i too often fall into the temptation of eating outside of meal times and that ruins my appetite and my schedule which makes me mad at myself sdjsjdbs

9. Tattoos?

i have two (like ericka!) both on my right arm. one's inspired by my favorite place, porto selvaggio in puglia (southern italy) and i love it sooooo much i think it's so pretty (and i get compliments about it pretty regularly which is impressive bc it's not Super easy to see but it catches people's attention who want to see it better). the other's a person painting 3 stars with the lyrics "cambia le tue stelle" underneath. i'd like to get more, but same issues as ericka (what to get?? they're fucking expensive) BUT i'm thinking of like getting an addition to the stars tattoo bc basically the 3 stars represent 2 people + 1 pet who passed away that i love very much and now that my sweet little cat ripy is gone too it feels right to get something for him as well. but i have to decide stuff and i'm super bad at decisions lately :^)

10. Favourite colour?

blueeeeeee. any shade tbh. light blue dark blue pastel blue cobalt whatever. i love all blues

11. Favourite type of music?

i listen to a lot of different genres, in different languages, from different decades etc 😭 but i guess if i had to pick, rn i'd say i lean more towards r&b, classic rock and italian pop

12. Do you like puzzles?

yes!!! word puzzles my beloved! i suck at crosswords but i'm trying to do them anyway bc it is so satisfying when i finish one and it's a good way to learn stuff and keep my mind sharp. i like physical jigsaw puzzles too but actually i haven't done one in aaaaages. now i want to tho

13. Any phobias?

no i don't think so

14. Favourite childhood sport?

i played volleyball during my childhood/early teens, i liked it (i wasn't particularly good at it tho). i didn't really play any other sport until tennis (after i dropped volleyball i think? memories are hard) i love tennis but i didn't take lessons for nearly long enough to be decent at it lmao

15. Do you talk to yourself?

yes all the time. now that i live alone i'm always going on monologues while i pace around the (small, it's a lot of back and forth lmao) apartment or do chores or whatever

16. Tea or coffee?

both. tea tho, i prefer it hot so i mostly drink it during the cold months. i actually didn't drink coffee until like 2 years ago then i got a job and..... being around working italian people, i was doomed to start

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

a writer or journalist

18. What movies do you adore?

so many????? i love cinema. if this means like, genres, then again so many. i'll just give you 3 movies i've watched lately and loved: wife! be like a rose! (1935), letter never sent (1960), calcutta 71 (1972)

idk who's done this already or been tagged so feel free to ignore this but i'm tagging @shapovalovvs @lewisfencer @fortyfive-forty @belteppismo @tiiresias @marcotardelli @carlosheinz <3

[cursedvibes]

Watch Kenjaku legit step in between Sukuna and Yuuji next week cause at this point I believe anything could happen lmao

I always wonder, with all the allegories Kenjaku has going on surrounding birth, pregnancy and fetuses, does this favoritism towards Yuuji also come from the fact that they gave birth to him? Unconciously, idk. There's multiple factors including his own selfish agenda, or the fact that after 9 children Yuuji is the only one Kenjaku found not a failure etc., but carrying a child, giving birth and possibly breastfeeding might've had an effect on them.

Anwyays: I find it extremely interesting that Kenjaku didn't intend for Yuuji to stay as a vessel. Clearly Yuuji having a body strong enough to host Sukuna was the overall idea, but they really make it sound like they were really letting Jin Itadori pipe them just for the hell of it just to see what would come out of that lol. Cause really, beyond hosting/repressing Sukuna (which Yuuji has semi succesfuly done until... uh... now...), Kenjaku already said they don't have a specific role for Yuuji to play and want to see whatever he does next.

Also R.I.P Itadori Jin, Choso would have imprited on him like a baby duck.

I'm not entirely sure Sukuna will seriously try to kill Yuuji. He generally prefers to toy with and torture him, and watching Megumi be possessed while being powerless to do anything about it is way more cruel than killing him. Yuuji wants to die anyway. But speaking of, Kenjaku has to become a bit more careful with Yuuji. In the past they could count on Sukuna reviving him or someone else like Yuuta stepping in and healing him, but now that will become more difficult. Not saying they will pamper him in any sense of the word or jump in front of the gun so to say...just maybe keep a closer eye on him? But I think they're gonna do that anyway for multiple reasons.

Yes, I think having given birth to him and him being their biological child has some influence on them. They also call themselves Choso's parent and there still seems to be some Noritoshi DNA swimming around in them (which gives them immunity against the Death Painting poison), but they don't call the Death Paintings their children or acknowledge any kind of close personal relationship because well...there isn't one. They didn't birth them or father them, they simply arranged for the abuse of the Mother and then added Noritoshi's blood. Much more hands-off than Yuuji's case. No playing house and teasing the father-in-law. And then there's the failure on top of it. When Choso isn't screaming in their ear, they generally don't seem to think much about that experiment, just "that happened, that sucked, anyway-". They make jokes about it instead of seeming upset.

So in that sense Yuuji is their only living child and he's getting the favourite treatment (not always a good thing with Kenjaku). I also think they would have fucked Jin either way. Maybe they wouldn't have necessarily had a child with him, but he's their type: guy with colourful hair, more slender than muscled body and pretty face. counting Mahito and Kashimo too here because I'm biased They were having a little fun at work you could say. Given their domain, I also don't think this was their first pregnancy. They've been alive for over a millennium, contraception wasn't always that good and they clearly are attracted to men. Things happen. And who knows how many times they practised for this experiment. I don't think even they could make Sukuna's perfect restricting vessel or whatever else Yuuji is supposed to be on first try. All these kids would of course be long dead and I think they were always more of an absent parent/mother anyway. Whatever happened to those children could also influence how they feel about Yuuji now. But we will probably find out more about it when they meet him again and/or we get to why they picked Kaori and Jin specifically (if they picked Jin at all and didn't just do it with him because he was available and desperate for a baby).

Another thought, in Shibuya they also said "things born from me can't exceed my own potential" with a kind of faint expression. The English translation uses "create", but in Japanese it's 生まれる which straight up just means "to be born". There are a lot of pregnancy allegories in their speeches, they don't always get translated though, like in ch 202 when they say the cursed spirit will be pregnant/swollen with the cursed energy of a hundred million people.

I think this could for one, refer to past experiments that involved them giving birth, which clearly didn't go very well or it's what they might ideally hope for Yuuji to achieve. Although judging by their expression there's not a lot of hope. This phrase of course also includes the Death Paintings, but since they don't act this depressed whenever else they are brought up, I don't think that's the full picture. In that case, they didn't birth anything anyway, which might have been the point. They thought things would go better with minimal involvement from their side, but that didn't help either. But maybe Yuuji will manage to surprise them and prove them wrong.

[boba-beom]

! "couple goals" tag game !

rules: show your top 4 (or 6 if you need more room) self-ships and your couple’s aesthetic because y’all know you’d behave differently in different relationships

tagged by: @robin-obsessed; lee and @writingmochi; lissie <3 thank you <3

I smiles x beomgyu

my number one 🫶🏼 beomgyu loves his grey hoodies and as much as I love the thought about using his hoodies I think he’d love matching grey hoodies ^^ and because I’m a short girly I think photos like this would be so fun to take with him 🤭

our relationship would be goofy as, he’d tease me but always always apologise, but tease me again.

“I think you should stand on here, then you’ll see what I can see.” is what he’d say, with a cheesy grin on his face.

because of how short I am, I just know he’d be the type to rest his arm on the top of my head and just tease me with his cute pouts so I don’t get mad lmao

the rest under the cut

II smiles x taehyun

our sportsman, our gym boy— have you seen taehyun in his basketball jerseys?! he’d teach me how to be good with hand-eye coordination bc I lowkey sucks ass at it lmao,, but I can hear the “aww you’re so short, how’re you supposed to score at least one shot?” and then he’d chuckle and crouch down, patting his shoulders and offering to lift me up that way :’)

“come on then, let’s make your first shot.” and :(( I think he’d be so cute, and do the cute ‘aaaah’ sound when you manage to do a slam dunk from his shoulders 😭 “I’ll give you this jersey as your reward.”

III smiles x heeseung

for some reason, I imagine heeseung taking me on long, chill walks around the city, figuring out where to eat next. that is, until I'd get tired because his one step is equivalent to 2 and 1/2 of mine :') being short can be tiring lmao, so he'd offer to give me a piggy-back on the way to our bus stop

"I think you should invest in ni-ki's growing vitamins." he'd say that with my arms wrapped over his shoulders.

"do you have any last words? I have my arms around your neck, you know?" and he'd threaten to drop me and leave me to walk by myself :') (it's all fun and games)

IV smiles x hoshi

hoshi's character seems so wild and playful, I think that even if we'd be chilling together, watching movies or even just talking about nonsense, he'd grab a pillow — with me thinking he'd just place it on his lap — but would catch me off-guard and launch the pillow in my face T^T I can hear his goofy laugh until I'd return the hit with my pillow.

he started it, but I'm willing to end it. for the meantime, this pillow-fight will continue until a certain someone surrenders or one of us fall off the bed — given that we won't get hurt... too badly.

"you best give up right now." I would say after my attempt at launching my pillow at him, but he shields himself with his own.

"never say never!!"

V smiles x wooyoung

I think wooyoung would even want us to be matching clothes every now and again since his style is very much what I would wear too ngl, but I kinda think that's so cute >//< the same varsity jacket, him wearing denim jeans and I'd wear a pleated skirt and the same shoes in different colours hehe

wooyoung's definitely the type to be physical affectionate, taking mirror selfies would always be with him. he's so touchy and such a flirt, he'd probably ask to have my legs hang off of his since it already hangs off the seat, my legs would most likely be swinging back and forth too lmao

"let's take a picture, put your legs on mine. they don’t touch the floor anyway” and he’d LAUGH 😭🥹 but I love wooyoung :(( he’d be one to do that hug while apologising BUT STILL LAUGHING

“what if I don’t want to?”

“then I guess I’ll just match with someone else.” he’d be serious, I bet he’d match with yeonjun 🤭

VI smiles x sung hanbin

hanbin is literally the sweetest. I see him asking to go for a picnic before sunset, and after we eat the food, he’d lay his head on my lap and I’d have my fingers running thru his hair ☹️🫶🏼

he’d make me laugh sm and even when he laughs his whisker dimples appear.

“why’re you covering your smile?” is what he’d say.

“I don’t really like my smile,” I’d start. “I don’t like how I look when I laugh.”

“I think you look fine. your name is smile after all.”

because hanbin is the most loving person ever. so delicate and considerate about everyone’s feelings 🥹 I think he’d also talk to me about anything. I think my relationship with hanbin would be more on the platonic side ^^ asking me if I’m seeing anyone, talking about his past experiences etc. it’s that typa comfort vibe if I’m with him 🥹

tagging: @junniieesbby @heart2beom @banggyu0308 @fairyofshampgyu @txt-yaomi @moonhoures @mazeinthemoon @baljinciaga @hanniejie and anyone else who would like to do it <3