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psych3-delic · 9 months ago
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Corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures
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hysteria-things · 11 months ago
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hello again !! i know you just posted my last request but i have another idea !
• SMUTTY PLSZ
• matt/chris x teacher!reader
So basically, chris/matt are in senior year or any year in college and he has a teacher(reader) who's quite young and closer to their age but is still older and knowing men, she's already very popular in their school y'know y'know?
ALSO if you're gonna make the other students be a big part of the story too or add more plot, pls don't make the girls of the school hate her. it just feels unrealistic since in our school, it's mostly the girls that simp for the hot female teacher lmao
This idea was based on their video "truth or eat" i think(i forget everything) where he was asked if he's ever had a crush on a teacher and he answered yes w no hesitation and also the song "Teacher's Pet" by Melanie Martinez but switched genders.
i just think the male being the teacher and the female being the student felt overused/overdone(?)
Only if you're comfortable w this idea tho !!
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TEACHER'S PET (part one)
read part two here
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x teacher!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt asks for extra help after class (even though he knows exactly what he’s doing)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (nuh uh!), degradation, cheating (cheat on tests, not people), hair pulling, spanking, breeding, ROUGH
��𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,236
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: shoutout any of you in college i dropped out after a month i give you guys so much credit that shit’s hard😔
for @skadltmf :)
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matt and his college friends sit at the round table in the food court. they’re at the home stretch of senior year with the spring semester starting tomorrow.
“i got that hot professor for one of my morning classes.” one of his friends brags. “she’s so fine.”
“who?” matt asks, and the two sitting with him stare at him like he should know this.
“professor l/n.” the other one starts. “literally everybody is obsessed with her. she’s only twenty-five; three years older than us.”
“there’s no way she doesn’t let students fuck her to get a good grade.” they both laugh, but matt stays quiet. his friends are in their conversation about you while matt thinks to himself.
he has you for a class too but at 6 PM.
you stand at the front of the class, teaching like a normal teacher should. half of the class never pays attention, anyway, but you still have to do your job.
they may not know, but you listen. you listen to what they say about you, and to be honest it boosts your ego.
one student in particular actually pays attention and takes notes, like what he’s doing right now. you couldn’t help but stare at him from time to time, and he’ll already be staring at you when you do.
you’re grading papers on your desk as your students work independently for the last fifteen minutes of class. you feel a presence, and you look up to see him there, fiddling with his worksheet.
you smile at him. “hello, matt. do you need help with something?”
“kind of. will i be able to stay after class?”
your phone lights up, and he glances at the lock screen. it’s a photo of you, your husband, and your son. “of course you can.”
he nods, going back to his seat.
the last fifteen minutes went by in a breeze, and all of the students left. except for one, of course.
you stand up and go over to the whiteboard, grabbing a marker just in case you need to explain something. “so, matt. what is it that you needed help with?”
“this question,” he says, stepping closer to you and pointing at the paper. you look at it confused because he already answered it. flawlessly.
“matt.” you chuckle. “you’ve got the problem right and showed your work perfectly. are you sure that’s the right one?”
his cheeks flush as he grabs your face, kissing you passionately. you pull away from his hold, weirdly sad that you did.
this is a first. you know the rumors that go around saying that you fuck students for an A+ but it’s not true. hell, you’ll lose your job.
he doesn’t say anything. he just stares at you, and you stare back. what you did next was a completely new person.
you go back in, his tongue inserting your mouth and swirling inside. this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so… right?
whining into the kiss, you move your hands down to his belt to unbuckle it. he chuckles, pulling away and pushing your head so you get on your knees.
he takes off his undergarments, revealing his—
your eyes widen. oh, god.
his red tip slides against your lips before you open, pushing himself into your wet mouth. “fuck.” he whispers.
grabbing onto your hair, he guides your head up and down his cock. he groans, leaning over and rutting his hips further into your mouth. your gagging fills the empty classroom, and spit starts to spill from your mouth.
it clicks in your head what you’re doing. you have a husband and child at home, for christ’s sake. you place your hands on his thighs and try to push your head back, but his grip is far too strong.
he slowly pulls out to watch his dick move past your lips, and slams back in. “take it, sweetheart. just like that.”
you keep gagging around him, your eyes becoming glassy as your mascara starts to smudge.
your lashes flutter each time he thrusts to the back of your throat before he stops. “s-shit.” he whimpers, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet. he closes his eyes to ignore the throbbing, pulling out of your sweet mouth. you cough, your lips swollen.
“bend over for me, yeah?” he smirks when you scramble to your feet. he grabs your waist, pushing your back so your stomach lays flat on your desk.
he lifts your skirt, moving your soaked underwear to the side. he wraps a finger around them and lets go, the elastic snapping against your core. you yelp at the sudden pain.
“such a slut.” he groans, inserting his tip into your folds but staying still. “letting one of your students shove his dick down your throat.”
he moves his tip out, but then puts it back in, thrusting it in and out teasingly. “bet you were thinking about this the whole lecture. i saw the way you were looking at me.”
you pathetically whine and nod. then, he grabs your hair so the upper half of your body is lifted from the wood. your hips dig into the edge of the desk as he starts entering you.
the stretch hurts, but it feels too good. your eyes flutter back, but a hand landing on your ass gets you out of your trance. he chuckles, taking the hand that’s not on your head and covering your mouth with it. “don’t be too loud, baby. don’t want the people outside that door knowing what a whore you are for me.”
he slides in deeper, a moan leaving your lips that’s muffled by his hand. he starts rutting his hips, going faster when you fit around him. “m-matt.” you gasp.
“so fucking tight around my cock.” he breathes out. your pleasurable cries and squelching of your pussy fill the room, along with his thighs slapping against your ass.
he removes his hand from your mouth, honestly forgetting that there are probably people around. all he’s focused on is pounding the daylights out of you. his teacher, mind you.
you grip the desk for support, moaning louder than any other time when his tip starts brushing against your cervix. “holy— shit.” you hoarsely scream, squeezing your eyes shut.
he lets go of your hair, your head immediately falling between your shoulders. “i’m gonna cum!” you warn, whimpering when he moves more mercilessly. both your thoughts and guts are getting scrambled at once.
“i wonder how disappointed your husband will be if he saw you like this.” he grunts and thrusts a few more times before continuing. “clenching around my dick, so badly wanting my cum inside you.”
you moan at his words. he feels so fucking good. you hate to admit it, but this is the best sex you’ve had in years.
“want me to fuck my baby inside you, you filthy whore?”
“y-yes, please,” you whine, repeating yourself over and over again.
you cum around him at the same time he stops deep, spreading your legs wider to finish inside. you moan one last time before becoming a rag doll, the bruises forming on your hips from them banging against the desk.
he moves your underwear back over your freshly bred pussy, kissing your shoulder and neck before whispering into your ear. “i’ll let you know when i need help again, professor l/n.”
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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neverbeurs · 1 year ago
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Omfg just saw ur dad spiderman mark au AND ITS SOOO GOOD CLD WE PERHAPS GET ANOTHER ONE WHEN his daughter has a bf in kindergarten and mark got super jealous and protective????
EEEEE stop i love spiderdad mark so much 🥹🥹 im so sorry uts been so long anon 😭 but here u go i hope u enjoy <3
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spider mark × g!n reader
warnings : fluff, just pure fluff, jealous/overprotective spiderdad mark, spiders, webs, puppy love, kindergarten sweethearts TT, kisses <33, mark is a simp for you !!!!, they’re so in love i might just kms
read pt1 of the spider-dad chronicles. (optional!)
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mark wasn’t one to be jealous, he really wasn’t. so why was he glaring daggers at the little boy sitting next to his daughter on-top of the slide. now, don’t get mark wrong, he trusted his daughter with his whole heart. but knowing that everyone but him knew she had a boyfriend at the ripe age of four and a half was baffling.
“babe.. why didn’t you tell me?” mark whined for the nth time, tugging at your shirt as he kept his eyes on the way the little slightly tannedboy treated jinni. you sighed, hugging him and pecking his lips softly.
“she told me she didn’t want me to tell you, plus, i thought donghyuck would’ve told you..”
“dONGHYUCK..?!? shes dating his son?! nope. im not having it.” mark scoffs, shaking his head and standing up straight to walk over to the toddlers.
you place a hand on his chest and softly push him to sit back down on the bench, cupping his face to make him look at you. “mark, just let the kids be.. its only a puppy love, they’ll forget about it eventually when they get older.” you reassure him, leaning in to get a taste of his pouting lips.
“yeah, but… we were also a puppy love, and look at us now!” he softly whines, pouting even more as he squints his eyes at the little boy helping his daughter up the steep steps of the playground.
“babe, we were both in first grade when we met.” you playfully roll your eyes, leaning your head against your husband’s chest.
“so?” he furrows his brows, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand before playing with it.
your heart flutters, a soft blush growing on your cheeks at his random acts of affection that have you falling in love and wanting to get married again. “they’re in kindergarten.” you say, looking up at him from your place on his chest.
he looks down at you, the words in the back of his throat ready to leave when he suddenly forgets everything but the way your pretty eyes look up at him. mark slightly clears his throat, neck and face burning up. “..and? that’s basically the same thing.”
you giggle at the fact that his words don’t really make sense. “we were both either six or seven years old when we were in first grade, mark, the kids are barely four.”
“two years isn’t that much of a difference, they’re basically already in high schoo—” you cut him off by sweetly kissing him, hands cupping his face as he sighs and melts into the kiss. he leans his forehead on yours, arms wrapping around your waist.
your kisses were his favorite thing to destress with. he would go hours and hours just kissing you if he could. the canadian would constantly kiss you, be it anywhere. your husband just couldn’t keep his lips off you, but you loved it.
you loved the way he would melt into your hold when you kissed him, the way he would throw away anything for just a kiss from you, the way he always made sure to kiss you softly and sweetly, not to mention the fact that he always asks before doing so like a proper gentleman.
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“so.. why didn’t you tell me about the fact that your son had been hitting on my daughter..?!” the canadian male asks the tanned male, eyes glaring at the younger male. donghyuck chuckles, having pulled off his mask to drink his cup of.. banana milk?
“listen, milk-”
“mark.”
“milk. as i was saying.. it’s not that much of a big deal, it’s just a silly lil’ puppy love.” donghyuck says, shrugging as he chugs the rest of his banana milk. his black and red deadpool suit blending in well with the night as he stands up on the side of the parking lot edge.
mark looks up at the male, softly swinging his legs back and forth as he looks at the night sky instead. “.. my little girl is growing up..” he mumbled, memories of when jinni was first born, when she took her first step, when she finally learned she could shoot webs, when she spoke his name, all flooded his mind as his eyes slightly glossed over.
“i love my family,”
“okay, we get it mister ‘friendly neighborhood spider-dad-man’.”
“oh shut up, donghyuck!”
“make me~ … wAIT. NO. NOT THE WEB- MFPH!”
“you had it coming, lee.”
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the ending was slightly rushed bcz i just wanted to publish it before i end up forgetting 😥
but i hope you enjoyed <3
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revasserium · 9 months ago
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Hello, Rain! Congrats on the 2k followers! 🎉💖 Hope your day is going well!! For the event, may I request Marius and butterfly lovers? ☺️
prompt list reqs are: temporarily closed
14. butterfly lovers
marius von hagen; 5,103 words; fluff, no "y/n", slightly canon-divergent, highschool sweethearts to lovers, marius being the simp he is, mentions of dif socioeconomic backgrounds, verbal bullying from other students
summary: marius does not have many friends at starhigh; you see fit to change that fact.
a/n: this is loosely based on both his "precious mornings" ssr and also his "world of glitz" ssr so vague spoilers for both and you'll understand this more if you kinda sorta know those but otherwise it's just a cute lil fic to feed my marius obsession (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
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001. want and need
“I don’t want anything from you.”
Those are the first ever words you say to Marius von Hagen.
It is, by all accounts, a strange kind of meet-cute (if you can even call it that, years later, with his arms curled around your middle, his chin hooked over your shoulder — the pair of you reminiscing on your school days, marveling on the passage of time, how quick things flash by. But back then, time had seemed an infinite thing, ticking solidly through from morning till night, Monday to Friday and onwards), but even then, Marius had an alarming amount of charm and self-awareness, a shockingly prurient view on the world.
Rich and spoiled as he may be, no one could say that he wasn’t brilliant.
“Sorry?” he says, blinking over the stack of notes he’d been going over in the library as you slump down in the seat opposite, tossing your bag onto the table and propping your cheek on your hand.
You shrug, “Just wanted you to know that… I don’t want anything from you. So, yeah,” you repeat, pulling out your own set of notebooks. They’re a bit battered but full of multi-colored tabs that bulge out the sides and top, your textbooks, clearly secondhand. Marius blinks for a second but doesn’t comment, leaning back slightly to look you over.
“Then, senpai…” an easy, self-serving smirk twists the corner of his lips, “why’re you here?”
You pause, fingers hovering over a pink gel pen, your shoulders tensing.
“All the other tables were full.”
It’s a bold-faced lie, but Marius makes a show of turning to look at the tables around you both — sure, they’ve all got one or two people but none are full. You could’ve chosen to sit at any of the other tables, with any of the other students. And yet.
“And,” you add, rather sniffily, “how’d you know I’m not in your year?”
Marius considers his answer — because Payton had presented him with a roster of everyone in his class (with headshots) the week before his first day and asked in that smooth gentle way of his for Marius to “make sure he’s done his homework”, because since then, almost every single person in his grade has tried to come up and introduce themselves, toppling over each other to try and make an impression, to stake their claim on his friendship and by proxy, Pax Group.
Because he wouldn’t have forgotten a face like your’s.
“Cause…. I know all the pretty girls in my year already.” He winks.
Easier to play up the foppish, rich fuckboy facade than admit any of those other things which are infinitely more true, but no less harrowing for a growing teenage boy to try and admit.
Predictably, you roll your eyes and continue on your journey of emptying the entire contents of your schoolbag onto the remaining space of the table.
“Right.” Your tone is disbelieving and Marius feels a thread of intrigue twang in his chest against the initial shock of your blunt appearance. You don’t believe him, and yet you’re still here. You claim that you don’t want anything from him, and yet.
“So? Are you gonna introduce yourself? Seems kinda rude to sit down at someone else’s table and not even tell them your name.” Marius taps the heel of a pen to his cheek, the intrigue slowly festering into curiosity. It itches inside his chest and he finds himself leaning in as you slate him a long, piercing look.
“Fine.” You say, and then you tell him your name — first and last, with no title, no frills, no mention of a family dynasty or some kind of foreign conglomerate empire. In fact, Marius realizes as he runs through his quick mental list of all the who’s who of society, he has no clue who you are or who you might be related to. It’s a difficult thing to achieve at Starhigh. And then he remembers —
“I’m on scholarship,” you say, dropping your eyes back to your now open notebook, twirling your pen once before setting in to scribbling along some sort of complicated looking diagram. Your voice is flat, almost curt, cut short by the implication of those three words.
Scholarship.
Marius knows that the prestigious academy accepts a handful of scholarship students a year, mostly as marketing fodder to pander to the masses — look at us, opening our gold-gilded doors, our marble-foyered halls, peeling back our velvet curtains to accept commoners who are driven enough, who are brilliant enough to shine amongst the ready-born stars.
“Well, guess someone’s gotta keep the test scores up,” Marius says, now entirely taken with the task of watching you take notes. You pause again, glancing up. There’s a spark behind your eyes that makes his heart stutter.
“Ah… so you do know about us.”
Us. You say the word so casually but it still makes Marius flinch inwardly. An “us” precludes a “them” — one group, and the other. Somehow, Marius doesn’t like the thought of you and him being othered from each other so obviously by your respective social circles, even though he knows it’s unavoidable.
“Sure I do — I mean, none of us study hard enough to make the numbers we post every year,” he says, with a stab at casual nonchalance, putting an extra emphasis on his use of “us” just to be a tad more self-deprecating. That should be the tactic here — people like to feel superior, so debasing himself a little from time to time is necessary.
So he tells himself.
You, however, don’t seem to be buying it.
“I’ve seen you in here every afternoon for the past two months.”
Marius leans back, stretching his arms over his head and yawning hugely.
“Nowhere else to be, so…” but even he hears the strained edge to his voice, the flatness that drops at the end of his would-be cheery tone. You hike an imperious eyebrow and Marius feels heat cresting up the back of his neck.
“Nowhere else?” you echo the words back at him, but in your voice, they sound softer, more wistful.
He slumps back forward, making an exaggerated face.
“Yeah, my brother’s busy with the company and my dad’s… off somewhere in Europe doing whatever he does in Europe,” he waves a would-be careless hand and sighs dramatically, “what’s a guy to do with all that time but —” he motions around the gorgeous library reading room with it’s floor to ceiling windows and endless stacks of priceless reference books and first editions.
“But to study,” you finish for him, amusement dangling off the end of your words like a comma, hinged there, waiting for the rest of the sentence, the remainder of the story.
Marius chews on the inside of his cheek and doubles down with a light laugh and another good-natured wink. Meanwhile, he can’t help the way his mind is racing. Why would a scholarship student randomly come up to him in the library, loudly declare that she “doesn’t want anything from him” and then proceed to invade his personal space?
It reminds him, outlandishly, of the story of a man who’d struck gold, and then, terrified that someone would come steal it from him, proceeded to bury it all back with the sign “NO GOLD BURIED HERE” tacked up over the mound of freshly dug earth. The denial so egregious that it rebounds back into confirmation instead.
Were you really trying to get closer to him by telling him to his face that you had no such intentions?
His chases down the line of thought, the speculations spiraling wilder and wilder until your voice snaps him sharply back into focus.
“Oi! Are you okay?”
Marius blinks, jerking back as you click your fingers in front of his face.
“Huh? Oh yeah sorry —”
You cock your head, that strange, knowing spark still flickering behind your eyes.
“Where’d you go off to, hm?”
Marius opens his mouth before shutting it again, shaking his head.
“Just… never mind.”
“You do that a lot, don’t you?” you ask, cocking your head to one side, birdlike.
“Do what?”
“Keep things to yourself.”
And this time, Marius feels himself being caught off-guard — there’s a skip to his already arhythmic heartbeat, a skid in his breath, a click-shuffle-snap in his mind’s eye as he tries to refocus his attention on what you’d just said. And when he does, heat and heat and heat claws its way up his skin, bleeding into his cheeks before he can force it back down.
“I - I don’t know what you mean.” There — that quaver in his voice. He curses himself for it. The vulnerability of it all.
“I’ve seen it, y’know —” you say, sighing as you drop your eyes back onto your notes, now highlighting something in a bright, blinding chartreuse, “the way people flock to you. But I mean, everyone titters over everyone else here, don’t they?”
Marius stares, nearly open-mouthed at the casual, almost bland way you’re laying it all out, as if he weren’t the storm-center around which all of this social grandstanding spins.
“What do they ask you about first? Oh, lemme guess — is it the fact that you’re confirmed to be Pax’s next CEO or whether you like girls with short hair? I guess the short-hair thing is a bit less on the nose, right?”
You flip a page in your notebook and methodically tab it with a pink sticky note.
“What do you want?” the words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Marius realizes too late that he’s staring, wide-eyed and desperate, his heart now pounding inside him like some angry, caged thing, thudding so hard against the back of his throat that he actually feels like it might leap right out of his mouth.
Placidly, you raise your eyes back to look at him, meeting his wild, bewildered gaze with the steady, solid one of your own.
“Like I said… I don’t want anything from you.” Your voice is calm, your words sure.
Disbelief roils inside him like sickness and he swallows hard as he realizes his hands had clenched into white-knuckled fists on the table between you.
“Then why —” his voice isn’t light anymore, instead it's jagged around the edges, raw and torn and bleeding.
He feels naked, exposed, stripped in a way that he hadn’t felt since the first time his father had taken him to visit the family shrine.
You purse your lips and sigh, and this time, you look just as tired as he feels as you slowly start to gather up your things.
“Because… you just looked a bit lonely and I thought you might like some company.”
You tuck your last gel-pen back into your bag before hoisting it onto your shoulder, turning and walking away.
002. oh bully you
“Senpai… you know it was super mean of you to just leave me like that yesterday.”
You jump nearly a foot in the air as Marius drops into the empty desk directly in front of you, straddling the chair back with his legs on either side, crossing his arms over top of your opened textbook and peering up at you from beneath his damnably long lashes.
He bats them at you as you blink down at him, trying to reconcile the sight of him with the space of your classroom — which is not his classroom, because — right, of course, you’re not in the same grade. So, why —
“Oh~ reading even during lunch period? You’re so studious — hey d’you think you can help me with the history homework? I suck at names and dates.”
You stare at him for two whole seconds longer before narrowing your eyes.
“What’re you doing here? This isn’t your classroom.”
Marius pouts, feigning hurt, “But senpai… it’s lunchtime! Didn’t you say you wanted to keep me company yesterday?”
“Yester — “ you break off, understanding finally settling over your confused expression as you soften in your chair. casting him a reproachful look.
“Well you didn’t seem like you wanted the company so I thought —”
“Wha — I never said that! You just caught me off guard! I was just asking what you wanted to do for the rest of the afternoon, but you stormed off. Ah… I thought you were angry with me — you’re not angry with me, are you senpai?”
You let out an exasperated sigh at his antics, but a smile still breaks across your lips.
“Did I say I was angry?”
Marius’s grin widens by degrees.
All around you, people are beginning to stare. What is Marius von Hagen, society’s most elite golden child doing with a no-name scholarship student like you? And acting all chummy when no one had ever seen you two together before? Whispers gather like a rising tide but Marius doesn’t seem to notice as he casually reaches over your textbooks to peer into your bento.
“Whoa! That looks so delicious! Did you make it all yourself? Can I have some? I’ve always wanted to try home-cooked food from someone my age!”
You smack his hand lightly and click your tongue.
“Manners! And if you wait patiently, I’ll let you have half.”
Marius smiles cheekily, looking all too pleased with himself as the whispers and murmurs gather in strength and volume. And by the end of the day, there’s not a soul in school who doesn’t know about the strange new friendship between you and Marius von Hagen.
003. rumors
“Did you hear?”
“Yeah — and with Marius —“
“Everyone says he’s nice but hard to get close to, so how the hell —“
“Maybe it’s some kind of… arrangement?”
“But why would a von Hagen need any kind of arrangement?”
“Dunno, but maybe it’s a charity project?”
“What? Adopt-a-pleb? Ha!”
“I’ve seen them around campus — he’s always following her around —“
“Ugh, so weird! Unless they’re dating? But god, he’s so out of her league it’s not even funny.”
“Hey do you know anyone who knows her?”
“Ew, no! Who would any of us know who knows her? She’s scholarship!”
“Maybe that’s why he’s so into her? Like… y’know those kids who grow up in the desert and have never seen snow?”
“What, like he’s never seen a poor person before?”
“Up close? Have you?”
“Ugh, it’s just so… weird. I bet he’ll lose interest in her by the end of the month. There’s no way they’re actually friends.”
“Yeah, that or… they’re…”
“Oh… that.”
“You don’t think…”
“Well… if she’s really that good… I guess a guy could overlook anything, right?”
004. in place
He has always been quiet when he paints, but there’s something in the thick, churning silence today that makes you pause, looking up from the book of sewing patterns in your lap. The sun’s long since set, and there’s only the two you left in the arts classroom.
Marius frowns as he leans back, a streak of dark blue paint smearing his cheek.
You glance at the canvas, pressing your lips.
“Okay. What’s wrong?”
“Hm?” he sounds distracted as he picks another brush and leans in to carve a thick slab of black through the heart of the already dark and chaotic painting.
“You’re stewing. What’s wrong?”
“How do you know I’m stewing? I’m not stewing,” Marius huffs, tossing the paintbrushes into a can, his lips pursed into a pout as he turns towards you.
You snap your book shut and sigh, “Because. I just do. And you just admitted it.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Did too — now spill it.”
“I —” Marius lets out another loud sigh before knitting his arms across his chest, turning back toward the canvas and picking up his brushes. He squints at the painting as if it’s done him some grievous personal harm, and then jams his brush into the middle, his strokes going wide and harsh.
“Have you heard the rumors?”
You scoff, “What, about us?”
“Yeah…” his voice drops, and you almost laugh at how childish he sounds before you realize that you’re both still children. You wonder if things will change when you grow up — the thought of it seems so far away. Like this, in the fluorescent brightness of the empty art classroom, the night outside stretches like an uncertain future, unfurling into impenetrable darkness.
“Sure I have,” you say, watching him as he pulls back to examine the dark blob on the canvas.
“You’re not mad?” He doesn’t look at you and you don’t make to look away.
“Why would I be mad?” You open your book again to mark your page before tucking it away in your bag. Marius pauses as you start to pack.
“Because it’s horrible! The things they’re saying — I mean, I’m used to it because I’ve grown up around people like this but you’re —” he cuts himself off as you whip around, eyebrows raised.
“I’m what? Different?”
Marius gapes, scrambling for words that do not come.
You pack up the rest of your things in a terse silence, then you push out of your chair with a loud scrape.
“But y’know, the people who talk behind your back? They’re right where they should be.”
Marius frowns.
Your lips pull into a wide smirk as you shoulder your bag, “Behind you.”
You’re barely out the door before Marius lets out an incredulous laugh and topples back into his chair. He lets a second pass and then he’s launching out of the chair, grabbing his own bag and slinging it over his back.
“Senpai! Wait for me! Hey, you wanna go to that really cute restaurant that just opened last week? It’s got a Michelin Star but I’m sure I can get us seats!”
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“Marius! You’re so funny!”
“Wow, Marius — that’s incredible! You’re so smart!”
Marius laughs, carding a hand through his hair, his expression bright and open and unassuming, but the group of people around him all inch in closer, as sunflowers might strain towards the sun.
“Hey.”
You lean against the doorframe with an amused grin.
Marius looks up, his eyes visibly brightening as he sees you.
“Senpai! I was waiting for you!”
“Bullshit. We’re gonna be late for the show.” You tap at your wrist where a watch might be as Marius bounds out of his chair, shaking off his hoard of simpering admirers.
“W-wait! Marius! We’re all gonna head to the Ace Club later — you know, the super exclusive one? Don’t you wanna come with us?” one of the girls asks hopefully.
Marius turns, smiling as if he doesn’t hear the strained desperation in her voice, the flash of annoyance in her eyes as she looks you over.
“Sorry! Maybe next time — I’ve got a theater date I can’t miss. Bye!”
“You know if you keep calling them dates, people are going to get the wrong idea, right?” you ask breezily, sounding less concerned and more amused.
“So? Let them get the wrong idea.”
You cast him a mischievous grin, “Ah… the prince in love with the pauper. Tale as old as time.”
At this, Marius pouts, “Senpai… so mean to me… and you were the one who wanted to be my friend first.”
You wave him off with a flap of your hands, “Sure, but you’re the one who stuck around.”
“Hmph, maybe after tonight’s show, we’ll go our separate ways then,” Marius makes a show of harumphing and stomping off in front of you as you laugh and jog to catch up, swatting him in the side with your bag.
“So you’re just hanging out with me for the theater perks?”
“Yep! Well, I knew you’d find me out eventually,” Marius smiles, teasing as the pair of you make your way off campus and turn towards the community theater.
After a while, Marius bumps you with his elbow, “You really are super good at costume design… are you sure you don’t wanna —”
“I don’t want a handout, Marius.” Your voice has gone cold and clipped, and Marius bites his lip, shoulders shrugging up as you continue to walk.
“I wasn’t offering one. It’s just… there’s a Pax program for young aspiring artists to study abroad in Europe and…”
“And you’re offering to get me in? That’s literally the definition of a handout.”
“No! I’m just telling you about it. I swear I won’t say a word about your application — if you even apply, that is…” he sounds eager in a way that you haven’t heard in a long time. Not since he’d entered the school fine arts contest under a pseudonym.
You give him a sidelong look before sighing, “I’ll… think about it.”
“Okay! That’s —” he reigns himself in as he skips out in front of you, looking not unlike an over-excited puppy, “that’s… good! Wah — I’m so excited for tonight’s play! Hamlet, right?”
You laugh as you hurry to catch up to him, “Yeah. But it’s not like you haven’t seen it before — didn’t you say that you dad took you to see it in London or something?”
“Yeah, but that’s different.”
“How?”
Marius rolls his eyes, smiling cheekily down at you, but when you catch his eyes you see them go soft, the light in them somehow molten as he looks and looks and looks at you.
“Obviously, because Ophelia’s dress wouldn’t have been made by you!”
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“I got in!”
Marius blinks at the flat beige of his bedroom ceiling as your voice rings out from across the phone line. The bed beneath him is perfectly made, the silken sheets freshly pressed from this morning.
“A-ah! Congrats, senpai!” he tries to sound like his usual cheery self but he’s not sure how successful it is.
A beat.
“Marius?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
Another beat. Marius shifts, curling onto his side, cradling the phone to his ear as he stares at the halo of light cast by his artisan bedside lamp.
“For… telling me about the program. And… for not pulling any strings on the back end.”
Marius grins, flipping onto his back again, “How’dyou know I didn’t?”
Your laugh comes through the line, soft and sweet.
“Because. I know you.”
Something inside Marius squeezes; he fists his fingers into the soft silk of his nightshirt. Warmth spreads from the base of his spine up through the rest of his body till he’s tingling from his toes to his nose. He wrinkles it, feeling abashed as he scratches at his cheek, even though he knows you can’t see the gesture.
“R-right — so! When do you leave?”
“End of the summer — so…”
“So?”
You sound hesitant in a way that he’s not used to.
“I’ll miss you.”
He almost misses the words, they’re so soft, so quiet that he almost thinks he might’ve imagined them. But he knows your voice almost better than he knows his own, knows the color and shape, the weight and temperature. Knows how it gets pitched when you’re excited, and flat when you get mad. Knows the giddiness that fills it like sweet champagne bubbles when you know something and want to share. Knows the dull coolness of it when you’re done or tired or annoyed.
“Senpai…” Marius presses his cheek ever closer to the face of the phone, “if you keep saying that, I might ask them to rescind your acceptance letter just so you can’t go.”
He smiles, bracing for the sharp bite of your reprimand, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he hears you sigh.
“Just promise you’ll come visit, okay?”
“Sure! I’ll come every weekend if you want! My dad’s old jet’s been sitting in the hanger anyway.”
“Mm, maybe not every weekend.”
“Aw… senpai, I thought you’d want to see me!”
“I do! Just… you know what I mean.”
Marius chuckles, throwing his free arm over his eyes, reveling in the temporary darkness. A strange, hot tightness gathers at the back of his throat as he sighs. He feels the tickle of words on his tongue — and what is it about the nighttime that makes it so much easier to say the things he might never have the courage to in daylight?
“Senpai… if I asked you to stay… what would you say?”
“Hm?”
“If I — I mean… if I told you, right now, that… that I didn’t want you to go…”
You hum as if contemplating his question. Marius squeezes his eyes shut.
“I’d tell you you were being a spoiled brat and very selfish,” you say, but there’s a lightness to your tone that makes Marius smile.
“Well… I’ll never escape allegations of either of those things,” Marius replies.
“And then, I’d tell you that you���re being stupid because — why ask me to stay, when you can just come with me?”
Marius sits up, “Ha?”
“I’ve seen your art, Marius. You’re brilliant. You’d be the first to get in, even without being the next CEO of Pax.”
Marius stares at his own hand, now lying limply in his lap. He’d never considered entering the program himself — it’d be a huge conflict of interest. But… if he didn’t apply as himself then…
“Aren’t you being a little selfish too, senpai? Asking a guy to move across the entire world with you.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
Marius drags his hand down his face, feeling his heart thudding right beneath this throat, a strong, startling hoofbeat that thrums through him. It beats behind his ears, rushes blood to his fingertips. He squeezes at the bridge of his nose, a recklessness filling him like helium to a balloon and suddenly, he’s weightless as he lets himself fall back onto this too-big mattress.
Later, long after he’s hung up the phone, your voice still echoing in the recesses of his half-asleep mind. He smiles to himself, pressing a palm to his chest to feel the rhythmic, certain beating of his own heart.
That, he thinks, is the girl I’m going to marry someday.
007. want and need (redux)
Years later, long after he kisses you for the first time at the airport in Florence, when you’d come to meet him for his first year in the young artists program, Marius flies you back under the guise of an anniversary trip.
You have a feeling you know what he’s going to do, and he knows you well enough to know that you do too.
Still, when he gets down on one knee, your eyes are gleaming with unshed tears.
“Remember when you told me you didn’t want anything from me the first time we met?” he asks, grinning up at you, a velvet box in the palm of his hands.
“Well… I can’t the same because… the truth is, ever since that first meeting in the library I’ve wanted so many things from you — I wanted to hear you laugh, to watch you when you designed your clothes, to listen to your voice every night on the phone till I fell asleep…”
There are flowers everywhere, and the sunlight is magnificent on Marius’s white tux. He looks like a prince stepped right out of the pages of all your favorite fairy tales; he looks like a daydream. You briefly wonder if this is a dream, but Marius charges on, and amongst all the tittering guests that surround you in the gallery, you’re the only one who notices the slight tremor in Marius’s voice, way his breath is just a tad more shallow than it usually is.
You reach down to pull him up, and you shake your head.
“Y’know, I lied to you — that first time, when I told you I didn’t want anything.” Your voice is scratchy from the tears, but Marius grins.
“Oh? Then… you did want something from me?”
You press your hand to his chest, the steady beat of his heart thudding beneath your palm.
“Yeah. I wanted… this.”
It’s a horrible, cheesy line, but all things considered, you think it feels right.
Marius laughs, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours, cupping your cheeks.
His smile is radiance itself.
“Good… because I want this too,” and he reaches down to open the lid of the tiny velvet box. You barely notice the ring for the feel of it as he slips it around your finger.
“But… I want so much more than that too — I want your everything — your body, your mind, your soul, your life — I want you to spend it with me, because even though you never wanted anything from me… all I’ve ever wanted to do was give my everything to you.”
You swallow, wiping at your eyes with an exasperated laugh.
“Dummy, you’ve always had it,” you hiccup as Marius tips your chin up with a finger, his eyes going soft as he looks over the planes and contours of your face — ever an artist, his gaze always both hungry and admiring. As if he could never get enough, but that won’t ever stop him from trying — from wanting.
“I’ve always been yours,” you say, and time itself is caught in the negative space between your lips.
Marius nods, reaching down to thumb at the solidness of the ring now circling your finger.
“Then… that’s the only thing I’ll ever want or need.”
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gyunglitter · 1 year ago
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-“oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn’t real -– cupid is so dumb”
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unlike you, your brother’s best friend just doesn’t know when to quit
word count: 1,766
warnings: probably just the reader making you cringe lol, give her a break--she's 11 lmao
tags: brother’s-best-friend!beomgyu x reader, ??? to ???, angst, fluff(??), beomgyu is the cool boy-next-door, reader is an independent girlboss (or trying to be, at least), beomgyu’s gonna be GROVELING, simp!gyu, pathetic pining from both sides lol, maybe some cringe from reader (she was a teenage girl in love, have some empathy plz😭)
notes: LMAO SORRY TO POST KINDA LATE, I FORGOT I PROMISED TODAY HAHAHAHA
another short chapter, but i promise the next couple of chapters are a lot longer! enjoy mini reader, beomgyu, and soobin tho :)
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Ten Years Ago
If there was one thing your family agreed on, it was that Soobin was the shyest person around.
You and Soobin were very close, having a lot of the same interests and mannerisms. You didn’t disagree on many things (yet), but there were only a handful of differences between you two. You were eleven years old, making your older brother thirteen, and about to go into his final year of middle school. But the main thing that had set you both apart was that while you had many friends, Soobin had absolutely no one. He was a very sweet and funny kid, but he was too shy for his own good, unintentionally pushing the majority of the people his age away.
You had hoped your brother would make some friends during his seventh year, but had little to no luck; apparently, the Bunny Girl Senpai Fanclub wasn’t taking many applicants and the Pokemon Card Collectors Club was a bunch of gatekeepers. Middle school boys.
“What if I just faked being sick?”
Soobin held his head in his hands as he was waiting for his pop tarts in the toaster. You sat on the counter across from him, shoving down a bowl of Frosted Flakes. You didn’t have to leave for another hour when your mom would drive you to the primary school a few blocks away. Soobin, on the other hand, was supposed to set off for his first day of eighth grade soon, but was stalling as much as he could before he had to start walking over. 
You snorted, “For the whole year? Fat chance of that happening, you’re the worst liar.”
Your brother lifted his head and glared at you, before sighing loudly and crying, “I hate school, it’s filled with people who are scary and take your rare Charizard card!”
You opened your mouth to reply, but were interrupted by your house’s doorbell ringing. You looked towards the front door and turned back to Soobin expectantly. But your brother wasn’t paying any attention. To your (un)amusement, he was still sulking about, well, just about everything. Like you said, middle school boys.
Shaking your head, you hopped off of the counter (carefully, as your dad had shown you) and walked over to the front door.You figured it was one of your neighbors or the mailman. You usually weren’t allowed to open the door yourself, but that completely escaped your mind when you opened the door and were faced with an unfamiliar boy.
A cute, unfamiliar boy.
You mentally thanked your mom for braiding your hair in two with your favorite butterfly clips now.
“Hi,” you said, a small grin taking over your face. “I’m Y/n!”
The boy looked at you and smiled back. “Hey, Y/n, your mom or dad home?”
You nodded your head. “They are, but they’re running around getting ready. I can definitely help you though!” What can you say, you were a confident kid.
“I don’t know, you might be a bit too little,” he teased you, making you scoff.
“Little? I’ll have you know, I can deal with anything, even crazy!”
He laughed a little at that and then said, “Of course! I’m sure you’re super responsible at the age of..?”
“Eleven,” you bragged, tucking a stray hair back into one of your butterfly clips.
The boy nodded in deep understanding and said, “Well, little Y/n, I’m Beomgyu. I just moved here and my mom told me you guys had someone my age here too! I figured we could walk to school together,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.
Your eyes widened at that, a warm feeling taking over your stomach. 
The boy was cute, duh. But his easy offer of friendship, something your brother had struggled to find, made you know that this Beomgyu had a kindness to him that not many his age did–according to Soobin.
Your grin widened at the boy in front of you, nodding your head eagerly. “Just give me a sec,” you squealed, excited for your brother. “OPPA! YOU’RE FINALLY GONNA MAKE A FRIEND!”
Years later, you look back and remember the loud laugh Beomgyu had let out at your call, his excitement outweighing the awkwardness Soobin exhibited when he appeared at your doorway with a pop tart hanging from his mouth.
You look back and remember Beomgyu easily befriending Soobin with his wide smiles, animated hand gestures, and cool stories about his new pet bird. The way he eased your brother’s nerves and got him laughing, already offering to share the other pop tart in his pack.
You look back and cringe sometimes at the confidence those lame butterfly clips gave you. But you take it back when you would remember Beomgyu, with an arm around Soobin’s shoulder, had turned around while the two boys were about to take off for school, saying in a singsong tone, “Nice to meet you, little Y/n, love the butterfly clips, by the way!”
But most of all, you remember the way your cheeks flushed. The way he made you feel like you were cute too. Like you were special. You remember how that was the first of many times he would fluster you with his compliments. 
You were only eleven, but at that moment you would look back and remember how this is where you became a fool–a fool for love.
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“You look really good,” he whispered to you.
It took everything in you to not show how much he affected you. Unlike the many instances before though, you actually succeeded this time around. Your focused gaze on your brother and father’s random discussion about his anime watching habits kept your eyes from widening, and your well placed makeup did a good job of hiding the flush that desperately wanted to highlight your neck and cheeks. It bothered you very much how Choi Beomgyu could still get under your skin.
“Thanks,” you replied shortly, not letting your eyes leave their spot on Soobin. 
–Your brother was whining about how there was no harm in watching anime when he already got his work done for the day–
Despite your subtle avoidance of him, you knew it wasn’t reciprocated by the way his breaths brushed against your ear. The way his eyes were on you, you could feel them as if they were burning you. It felt like he was truly drinking you in after so many years of not getting a single glimpse of you. But that was all you would allow him.
“I, uh, it’s nice to see you again. It’s been a while,” he continued, trying to catch your attention.
You hummed disinterestedly. 
–Your father had taken to pointing out Soobin’s body pillows, to which he groaned loudly, claiming that was actually Beomgyu’s gag gift to make him look sus–
But Beomgyu was not deterred.
“Congrats on, well, everything from the past four years! I know college can be pretty crazy!”
You winced a little at that, remembering how your mom told you Beomgyu had actually dropped out of college about three months after you left for school. Despite Beomgyu doing amazing in school when you were still around–there was talk of him possibly graduating at the top of your class–he practically tanked his classes the following fall semester. 
“But of course, if there was anyone who could deal with crazy, it would be our little Y/n, huh,” he laughed a little–that same damn laugh he had when you first met. “I mean, you are pretty amazing—”
You weren’t sure what he had gotten up to after you left, but you weren’t interested in hearing anything. Not about him, his future, and definitely not about how amazing he thought you were.
“Wow dad, this shrimp tastes great!” You shouted your false gratitude, successfully interrupting Beomgyu and the argument between your brother and father.
All the chatter stopped for a second, before your dad grinned at you. “Thanks, bean, make sure to grab some more then! You’re looking too skinny, anyways, are you sure you ate enough out there,” he asked, wiping his hands on the front of his apron.
You laughed and nodded, both at your dad’s question and Soobin's grateful stare for changing the topic. Eventually, your mother started another conversation about how Soobin’s friends from school were doing.
“I thought you didn’t like seafood,” Beomgyu muttered to you when he got the chance.
For the first time that evening, you looked back at him.
You realized, with a painful squeeze in your chest, that Beomgyu had grown past the stage of cuteness that you had adored when you were younger, and in your absence, became beautiful. Sure, his puppy dog eyes stayed the same, holding that familiar kindness and curiosity as before. But now, his face lost its round edges and became chiseled, looking as if his features were carved by Aphrodite, herself. His hair was dyed brown and had grown out a little into what was beginning to look like a mullet, giving off a boyish look that his typically mischievous expressions matched easily. Not only that, but he looked like he’d really grown into himself, physically and mentally. Granted, he wasn’t in the best place when you had left four years ago, but the way he carried himself was refreshing. Attractive. Him.
“I didn’t, but I do now.” You took another bite of the shrimp on your plate. “I mean, it’s been a long four years. The things I liked before changed quite a bit while I was gone. ”
You watched Beomgyu’s face fall a bit at that, his puppy dog eyes becoming downcast as he looked towards his own plate of chicken. There wasn’t much on his plate to begin with, but it seemed he wasn’t going to be eating any more after that.
“Yeah, I guess they would after so long,” Beomgyu whispered, pushing his food around with his chopsticks. 
You turned back to your own food to try and get your mind off of him, but he stopped you with his next words.
“If it changes anything, so have mine.”
This time, you couldn’t stop your eyes from widening. You turned towards Beomgyu, to see him looking at you with what you could only assume was guilt.
“I just wish they had done so earlier.”
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mintartem · 1 year ago
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Purely self-indulgent takes!
My take on the Hantengu clones as siblings (quadruplets) in modern kimetsu gakuen au: youngest to oldest.
Urogi - the extremely lucky, and artistic one who always ace his exams despite never studying and only plays video games. Animal lover (especially birds! He is a Disney princess) hates horror genre the most (yet plays horror games) can’t read the room, pranks people (the victim is usually Karaku).
Aizetsu - the quiet kid who probably brought a gun (spear) to school at some point only gets 90-85 in his grades; someone who will never be suspected of pranking anybody (victims are mostly Karaku & Genya). Handles horror (especially gore) the best among all of them. Has a permanent sad face that make people feel bad for him that people always asks “are you okay?” (“I’m not sad, that’s just my face).
Karaku - the heartthrob that gets bullied by his siblings a lot, has the most terrible grades amongst all of them, does the household chores (suprisingly!); he once left for a camping trip he joined for a day and when he came back, the house was a mess! He cooks and bakes. The flirty type that people fawn/simp over; closest to Sekido.
Sekido - the favorite child but tired older sibling trope; working student for Muzan alongside his dad; the angry one; “bossy” sibling, highest grades among them, has a permanent resting b*tch face, closest to Karaku.
On the rare occassion Karaku has a bad day, he goes to Sekido for comfort (they hide their softest spots to Aizetsu and Urogi since they’re both the oldest ones)
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crguang · 5 months ago
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ahajsksbywpqp sat guess who has 2 tests in the same week in the same class next week. Not very fun for me. anyway I was think abt Kafka (honestly when am I not is the real question). See if it wasn’t Kafka in ur au and I was r I would definitely turn her in for the money, but I unfortunately think I might like Kafka just like a little bit ig so I don’t think k would be able to do that .
Reread part 3 today is her fingers twitching bc she wants to shoot something or is it just bc Kafka and her fingers. Ok thats not what I meant but also…what I meant was that she works with her fingers a lot I wish she used them on me instrument, guns, etc. we still haven’t gotten an in game Kafka appearance w an actual violin, it probably won’t happen but I’m still holding out. And she’s the highest threat level possible for a criminal but she STILL commits petty theft. She is so I saw someone say that the stellaron hunters were all siblings, Kafka and blade are like the older siblings that have to drive/pay for everything, silver wolf is the gamer (so original) and firefly is the youngest. Wish they had more in game interactions, or like they had synergy, meta wise, since canonically they’re one of the most tight knit groups.
oh also your inbox must be full as fuck so it’s fine if you don’t reply to everything, esp bc you answer a lot of stuff, and even tho someone already said this ur rlly great to talk to ur thoughts are always more coherent than mine. And we all get to simp over hot fictional women together.
ngl I might start playing ptn, like I’ve been seeing screenshots and…wow, I don’t think I have enough storage tho. I think the two types of characters I usually like are tiny mentally ill ones and hot evil women, so…
im so sorry my messages are always so long btw, I keep rambling 😭
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aaaa study well and good luck for your tests!!! hope you get a good grade and if u dint i will hack i to your prof’s computer and change it for you
im with you entirely, if it was anyone else in that story i wouldve already called the cops LMFAOOO kafka gets privileges because shes hot and my fav unfortunately… for the finger thing, i think its just one of her quirks! in her idle she mimics playing the violin and like you said she has very dexterous hands (even mentions it in a voice line) so i think she’d absentmindedly move them around when her mind is elsewhere. this is the kind of overthinking i was talking about, when i map out a character in my head i think about the most irrelevant stuff that dont matter😭 but imo they add to her charm a little and make her a rounder character, idk. AND YES i love that her crimes go from suicide inducement to petty theft shes so ridiculous hfjfhdhfj that time in her character story where she just walked in a store and took clothes off the rack then left in front of everyone… shes funny as hell😭
i see the SH as family too! silver wolf and firefly are sisters to me, and both of them are def kafka’s little sisters. i think silver wolf is the youngest though, she even gives off sassy youngest child vibes. i wish they could work together too, having them all in one team would be so nice. but it’s also cool that each of them has a speciality, it makes sense for the work they do
my inbox is full i think i have around 70 asks rn…😭 but to be fair a lot of them are veryyy old i just havent gotten around to cleaning up my blog yet, i’ll do it at the same time i change my masterlist and actually make it pretty to look at. i usually try to click on notifs as soon as i see them but like i said, i just forget to type my answers </3
and omg. anon. if your type is mentally ill and hot evil women ptn is literally the game for you. there is an abundance of mentally ill women in there, trust me… like there’s every kind of character you could want in that game— you could give me a specific type and i could find you a character that matches it, you should definitely play. and if you do, do it before the second anniversary ends (starts around mid/late-october) bc trust me you are gonna be upset if you miss shalom :/
dont worry abt ramblingggg i love talking to u and answering every point it’s really nice!!
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zenoiredottore · 6 months ago
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Hoyofam if they were in highschool
ZZZ:
Weird kid, says he won’t bite but he will.
He’s the person the teacher goes to whenever there’s a problem with the computer or the tv
Highkey a stalker
Foul mouth, will curse not realizing the teacher is behind him
Doesn’t really pay attention in class and never studies but has ok grades
Doesn’t like eye contact
Don’t ever give this guy anything sweet, he will not be able to get out of the sugar rush
Coffee is inside his water bottle
Has sudden bursts of energy
Not athletic at all.
A bit popular but mostly because they realized he is part of hoyofam
If he’s feeling pressured to ace some sort of test he’s going to cheat, and he’s not getting caught
Also doesn’t really like crowds but not in a shy way
Buys food from a nearby convenience store before school
When he likes a girl he’s going to go all stalkery on her
Whenever he gets shipped with another girl, they go ewwwww
He’s not ugly but just the way he carries himself makes him seem like a creep to everyone else
Has popular older siblings so the teachers compare him a lot to them
Has to live up to his siblings’ high reputation
Boy failure
Good at chess and dama
Has never held hands romantically
An artist at school and would have his doodles gawked at for being so good
Surrounds himself with other nerds.
In some sort of film club where they watch movies
Plans on taking a career in computer science or tech stuff
HSR:
BOYFAILURE
Since he doesn’t have a job yet, I like to imagine he’s a bit sad and pathetic
An athlete against his will
Plays for the baseball, basketball and track teams, cuz he was forced to.
Doesn’t pay attention in class but studies with his siblings, his grades are NOT okay
Secretly uses his phone under the table
Gets compared a lot to older sibs, cuz they were literally perfect and he’s just... there…
Popular cuz of his hot older sibs [nepotism]
Useless in live reportings but will design, decorate, and research the hell for you just so he won’t speak in front of the class
Will pretend to be sick whenever a new game releases/events [I did this with hsr lolol]
A lot of girls would approach him to ask about what genshin likes, wanting to get closer to him cuz even tho he’s a bit mean he gives off those bad boy, cold ceo vibes that the ladies love. Everyone approaches him, even ppl from outside school cuz of hi3 cuz she’s literally the coolest person you will ever meet. Guys talk to him to get on his good side, to maybe get a chance with Themis. Girls talk to him to maybe get introduced to themis and learn her ways cuz she’s so freaking pretty
Attractive and athletic so he is popular on his own
You’d expect him to be a dumb jock but he is actually pretty nerdy
Secretly the president of loserville
Doesn’t surround himself with other jocks because he thinks they’re too annoying
Doesn’t sit with the nerds because they think he’s an annoying jock
Sits with Genshin at lunch because they’re both kinda friendless [ I like to think that there are these two other kids that just sit with them one day, essentially becoming friends and they never acknowledged or asked them to leave because genshin doesn’t care and hsr was too shy and whenever the 2 boys make plans with them hsr just agrees cuz he doesn’t want to be rude and genshin doesn’t say anything,,, but they both show up cuz it’s rude to not go]
Really funny and he could definitely become friends with more people if he puts himself out there a bit more
Crazy good at sports, won multiple medals
He hates studying with genshin cuz he’s always so mean
Themis is his savior cuz she actually teaches in a way he can understand
He doesn’t notice but the girls gawk at him a lot too
Oblivious whenever a girl flirts with him
Grew to really like the two boys that befriended them and invites them a lot over to their house, where they simp for themis and talk about how cool hi3 is
Themis
POPULAR GIRL
So pretty like kokomi teruhashi [she’s sort of like her but she is a bit kinder and less vain]
A lot more guys would approach her if they weren’t so scared of genshin
She rejects nicely 10/10 would get rejected by her again
Always perfect
ALL THE GIRLS WANT TO BE HER
Gets high grades and has tons of after school activities [ volleyball club, debate club, book club]
Gets these gifts and love letters from love and deepspace whom she “hates” but she always keeps the gifts somewhere safe
There’s not really a popular girls table, more so “Themis, the pretty girl but looks plain next to themis, themis’ goon, and some girl themis liked and just picked up outta nowhere.”
Her entire friend group have crushes on her brothers
Pretty strict about what she eats
Student council secretary
Most fashionable girly in the entire campus
Claims to never wear makeup [she uses a lil bit but it’s hardly noticeable]
Smells like vanilla, cupcakes, and beauty
The prettiest hair, and will gate keep the products she uses
Just being around her will make your day
Goes on school beauty pageants and she wins every single time
Genshin
You can hear the girls screaming his name from the top of their lungs whenever he gets on stage
Most of the guys hate him
Others just want to be him
Student council president, he’s been running since his first year of high school and has won every election
Very handsome face
The girls and guys love him
Not many friends
Has a scary face, but not really outwardly mean [ still pretty evil]
Him and sr’s friend group always end up doing the craziest shit
Unintentionally funny
Stylish, was asked if he was a model in public
A bit of a stick in the mud and a sucker for rules
“Can’t I’d be too busy sucking genshin’s dick” – by a student that hates his gut, but secretly really does want to suck him
People think he’s this cool, nonchalant, cold hearted guy when he’s rly just in a world of his own
Doesn’t talk much but that’s cuz he’s busy thinking about random stuff
Lowkey a smug asshole
Top of his class, always fights with themis over who gets to be in the first place
Sometimes, Themis would pass notes to him [They’re classmates and they’re technically twins] and she would write important or urgent questions like; Did you remember to lock the doors to the student council room? And he would just respond with “Passing notes is a violation of the rules. You’re lucky that you’re my sister, else I would’ve snitched.”] and she just gets so mad cuz why is her bro like this
Very rich
Can sit in absolute silence, alone with his imagination
Likes being outside of the school in the greenhouse
The school photographer
On the school swimming team, cuz he rly likes scuba diving so he was like,,, why not
When the entire school went on a camping trip they were literally so surprised when they saw him climbing trees, and mountains with no climbing gear
Knows Tai chi, kendo, krav maga, and escrima[arnis] and has black belts for most of them
His hobbies include scuba diving, mountain climbing, skiing, ice hockey, and surfing,,, he really wants to start club for them but yk… the school doent exactly have the things that’ll need
While the entire school went out camping, Themis, SR, and Zen were clinging onto him for dear life because they’re indoors people [honkai was fine she actually quite enjoyed it]
The basketball coach really wanted him on the team since he’s tall, but then got into a whole argument with the swim coach, and his class adviser just told the bball coach off cuz he has too much on his plate
Shoebox confessions
Occasionally packs a nicely cooked lunch for him and his friends, along with extras for his sibs
Why do I lowkey have a crush on him now…?
Green flag that looks really red
Hi3
The coolest upper classmen ever
Energetic and athletic
Teachers, students, and staff love her
On every single sports team, and acing it
Always performs and slays at school festivals
Has a hard time understanding things in class but does try her best to pay attention
Always has themis and genshin to help her out when her grades are getting low
The student council’s peace officer [she’s rly good at her job]
Boosts morale in sporting events that she’s not competing in
Cheerleader + band kid too… how does she have sm energy?
Whenever one of her sibs compete in contests she always puts 110% when cheering them on, even during Zen’s chess competition. She was kicked out of the venue.
During one of Star’s baseball game she shouted so loud that he kept on missing his strikes… “GET HER OUT OF THE STADIUM.”
She knows everyone, and knows all the tea and gossip
You can hear her voice 10km away istg
The coaches always tell her how she can outperform all the guys in her school
Her energy can power an entire household for 100 years
Eats and orders way too much food at the canteen
Friends with everyone and she doesn’t have any designated lunch spots,,, she could just sit wherever she wants since everyone is so cool with her
Does have one introverted friend that she hangs out with the most
She hasn’t come out as lesbian to the entire school yet, and she doesn’t really know how she would do it… her fam do know and support her tho
A surprisingly beautiful singer
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pink-strawberry-kissess · 2 years ago
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I’ve been seeing so many people say how they’re happy Leon in RE4R now isn’t a “simp” chasing after Ada anymore compared to OGRE4. I’m so confused ?? Because from what I remember Leon literally never chases Ada at all in OGR4, Ashley was always his priority, not even when she said he needed to get the parasite out of his body, he maintains that he needs to save Ashley first. I’m guessing they’re just mad that OG4 wasn’t as outwardly/verbally pissed at Ada to their liking. I mean OG Leon at least “attempted” to question and run after her when she took the sample and the end but RE4R just let her take it no questions asked lol
i generally think that people lack a lot of media literacy, and a lot of people (primarily new leon simps)(who also have never played the games) have taken fanfiction as canon. the whole "Ada cheats on Leon" thing? no idea where that came from.
re4 Leon was actually a lot more aloof and campy. i'd even argue that people could say he was an asshole at times lol. og re4 always had ada simping for leon in separate ways so i don't know where this narrative came from. ada really do be blowing up a ship for leon and also stopping his assassination but sure..
I hate the over implied "leon puts ashley above everything else," and interprets it as romantic. saving ashley was his JOB, first and foremost. he needed to get ashley out and safely back home, and then onto the next mission.
i'd argue that leon is actually more tender with ada at times in re4r. he has a pivotal conversation with ada in the boat, and they're much more vulnerable as opposed to the virtually silent boat scene in ogre4. leon is also much more tender with the bear charm keys in the remake, perhaps feeling a bit of regret with his he let his anger cloud is emotions. the realization that ada had planned an escape route for leon is much more clear and endeared as opposed to re4 where he just kinda goes like "very cute :| "and then moves on to immediately hit on hunnigan lmao.
the other change they made was that ada DID "threaten" leon with a gun for the sample at the end of re4, but in re4r, Leon let her go without any fight. ada also doesn't point her gun at him at all. not only that she never had her finger on the trigger when they first have their initial reunion. ada never meant to threaten leon with any real means of harm.
to be honest re4 and re4r have never been the most aeon centric games. they're an in between of the relationship and always had been. it's a turning point for them, a conflict that they both have and as we know from grade school story telling (lol), we need some sort of conflict before we can get to that resolve.
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artzychic27 · 2 years ago
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What do you think about Nino, Nathaniel, Kim, Max, Rose and Marc having same-sex parents? The fact that Max has a mother, I know about it. I'm just curious. If so, can you describe: gender, work, character, hobbies, etc. And can you write how they had children?
Nino: Two Moms
They're actually his aunts because in my Trans!Nino au, his parents suck and gave up all parental rights to them
Chris is his cousin, but they see each other as brothers
His aunts/moms names are Anais and LaBrea
They both go by she/her pronouns, are cisgender, Anais is a lesbian and LaBrea is bisexual
They had Chris through a sperm donor so Anais could have Chris
Anais is a seamstress and LaBrea is an event planner. For Sweet 16s, Quinceañeras, weddings, etc, LaBrea will give Anais business cards. She gets more business, they take in more cash
Nathaniel: Two dads, one mom
Maison is demisexual with no preferences toward gender. He had been married to a man named Alois for five years, and Aya was the surrogate
But, Maison and Aloïs broke it off on good terms when Nathaniel was three. Later, Maison began dating Aya when he found out they had more in common, and they got married
Aloïs is gay and cis, Maison is Demisexual, and a demiman and Aya is pansexual and cis. When Maison isn't around, Aya and Aloïs like to simp over him
Aloïs works as a history teacher, Maison is a vet with his own practice, and Aya owns a diner
Nathaniel still calls Aloïs ‘dad’
Kim: Two dads, one mom
Kim’s dad, Teo Lê is in a romantic relationship with Éliott Ature and a platonic relationship with Khuyen Nguyên
Éliott and Khuyen kept their names and just combined them with Teo’s (Also, reading the wiki, and apparently, Chiên is Kim’s middle name…)
Éliott is out of the country most of the time for work, and Kim is often left with Teo and Khuyen while he sees Éliott mostly through video calls
Khuyen is aromantic, Teo is omnisexual, and Éliott is gay. They’re all cis
Khuyen is a trainer at the gym, Teo owns a cafe, and Éliott does some sort of business overseas, I don’t know
Rose: Two Dads
Her dads are Elliot and Emmet, and she was born through in vitro fertilization
They’re both gay, Emmet is nonbinary and fine with masculine titles, but doesn’t mind gender neutral ones, and Elliot is also cis
They co-own a small bookstore/tea shop with a cottagecore theme
Elliot is more eccentric a excitable like Rose while Emmet is more down to earth. They balance each other out. Also, they both like knitting and crocheting
Max: Two Moms
Claudia and Nubia married each other after they finished university
They had Max naturally because one of them is a trans woman, I won’t say who
Claudia is a lesbian, Nubia is polysexual, and they both use she/her pronouns
Claudia works as a conductor and is training to be an astronaut while Nubia works as a crime scene investigator
They liked trivia games until Max kept beating them every time, so they switched to Uno… Which he also beat them in
Their favorite past time is teasing Max about his crush on Kim
Marc: Two Moms
Marc’s a test tube baby
His moms are Penelope and Alyssa
Alyssa was originally from Greece, and Penelope is half Latina (Colombian)
They’re both cis, Alyssa is a lesbian and Penelope is BiRomantic, and they use she/her pronouns
Penny is an interior designer and Alyssa is a middle school teacher
Usually on weekends when Alyssa is done grading papers, they go out clubbing. Other times they stay in and pry any information about Nathaniel they can out of Marc
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1moreoffkeyanthem · 10 months ago
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I've been listening to my old playlists on spotify thinking about how south park fandom used to do amvs set to pop songs using deviantart fanart of the ships in the fandom this was years back I don't think they do this any more
anyway they had a bunch of style amvs set to you belong with me but they were all from nerd kyle's pov with jock stan and wendy was painted to be a villain which to all of that: omg corny lame boo tomato 🍅 tomato 🍅 tomato 🍅 I'm throwing tomatoes 🍅!
I think a better pov for that song is stan he's the one that I could easily see pining for kyle in 10th grade or something relating to the song as a boy in love with his best friend
My guy I am RIGHT THERE WITH YOU!!! Tomato indeed that trope is TIRED AS HELL!!! The amount of Jock Stan Nerd Kyle Villain Wendy out there is ABYSMAL! Like to each their own or whatever but CMON give the homies some personality! One of my biggest pet peeves is fic writers or artists sticking the SP kids into a box and one-noting them; there is so much potential to explore and y’all out here writing tired angsty high school aus? At least switch it up! (Worth noting that I’ve read some incredible fics set with the kids in high school I’m not shading ALL hs AU’s I swear, y’all know I’ll read pretty much anything I got a super open mind w fic)
ALSO!!! Stanley Down Bad Marsh INVENTED pining!!! I will never stop saying it that boy is a SIMP!!! I love both Stan and Kyle being secretly down horrendous for each other but Stan has been in love with his sbf since he knew what beauty was! He’s a huge loverboy boyfailure in all relationships and he absolutely overthinks every interaction with Kyle because he is!!! hopelessly in love!!! And (personally) I feel like that’s the difference between Stan and Kyle; Kyle can (sort of) articulate what he feels, and Stan just fully is *heart eyes* lmfao. Neither of them communicate it bc they’re loser teenagers plagued by self doubt but once they do it’s all “wait you like me too?!” “dude was it not obvious?” Dumbasses I would die for them
Also on the note of animatics/art videos I may not be an enjoyer of stankylewendy angst but I could lowkey get down to one set to Mr Brightside
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hoonfication · 1 year ago
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𝓜AKE YOU MINE a scaramouche smau
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──── iN WHiCH after a heated argument in middle school, you and your childhood best friend kunikuzushi drifted apart, ending your long friendship. Now in high school, both grappling with academic challenges due to your commitment to volleyball, you've had to temporarily stop playing to improve your grades. Luckily, your teacher assigns kunikuzushi, now one of the brightest students, to tutor you. However, there's still unresolved resentment from the past.
PAIRING volleyballplayer gn! reader x overachiever scaramouche
GENRE enemies to lovers, childhood friends, fluff, angst, high school au!
WARNING swearing, mentions of alcohol, kys/ kms/suicide jokes, & friendly bullying
STATUS ON GOING
TAGLIST ( OPEN ) send ask or comment to be added
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PROFILES sillies together we are fnaf
📓 𝓓EAR 𝓓IARY . . . i hate him!
CHAPTER 01 lock him up tf
CHAPTER 02 we get it u can stop now
CHAPTER 03 party time ( written )
CHAPTER 04 is he even invited ( written )
CHAPTER 05 as if ( written )
CHAPTER 06 what the fuck
CHAPTER 07 I blame childe
CHAPTER 08 jumping off a roof
CHAPTER 09 I’m not stupid ( written )
📓 𝓓EAR 𝓓IARY . . . to whoever is manifesting my downfall i will find you
CHAPTER 10 help me
CHAPTER 11 my heart is jumping ( written )
CHAPTER 12 fuck education
CHAPTER 13 oh never mind
CHAPTER 14 pls tell me ur joking ( written )
CHAPTER 15 i want to die
CHAPTER 16 prooblems
📓 𝓓EAR 𝓓IARY . . . I feel the tension ???
CHAPTER 17 couple quarrel ( written ) CHAPTER 17.5 flashbacks ( written )
CHAPTER 18 did u guys kiss or what
CHAPTER 19 feeling angry
CHAPTER 20 a win is a win
CHAPTER 21 come 2 my game
CHAPTER 22 is he even coming
CHAPTER 23 what is he doing here ( written )
CHAPTER 24 for me? ( written )
CHAPTER 25 I still hate you ( written )
CHAPTER 26 what am I feeling
CHAPTER 27 I don’t like them
📓 𝓓EAR 𝓓IARY . . . jealousy is a bad look
CHAPTER 28 shaking in my boots
CHAPTER 29 doyouwannagoonadate ( written )
CHAPTER 30 I hope I die
CHAPTER 31 just sobbed
CHAPTER 32 no one told ME
CHAPTER 33 I will puke
CHAPTER 34 “they’re only friends” IDC
CHAPTER 35 I will end myself ( written )
CHAPTER 36 “forget him I want her” take her
CHAPTER 37 someone kill me pls ( written )
CHAPTER 38 y/nscara is collapsing
📓 𝓓EAR 𝓓IARY . . . dumb bitch disease
CHAPTER 39 bad idea
CHAPTER 40 r u serious ( written )
CHAPTER 41 awks
CHAPTER 42 group study ( written )
CHAPTER 43 I give up
CHAPTER 44 he who must not be name
CHAPTER 45 they have a bf?
CHAPTER 46 get urself together
CHAPTER 47 that’s crazy
CHAPTER 48 UR INLOVE
📓 𝓓EAR 𝓓IARY . . . loading
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
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﹑second smau oh em gee ?? i promise u this one would be better than my first one 😭 trust !!!
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mirrorballsss · 2 years ago
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ok here’s a bunch of reasons why i don’t like it, @doodlecat2000 was originally asking in the comments and i was giving reasons there but i feel like i needed more space so i’m coming here lol.
context also i didn’t give before: i used to LOVE this series, but age i grew and read more, i realized the problems with the series and also just grew out of it and got exposed to more opinions that i agree with so yeah :)
the writing style in my opinion is super cringey and just feels inmature. i get the series is middle grade and the target audience is literally middle schoolers (who are like 10-13 years old), but i feel like through her thinking and perspective, sophie’s way of thinking doesn’t age at all. she goes from like 12 to 16? during the series, but it feels like even at 16, i’m still reading from the perspective of a 12 year old. i feel like in comparison, percy jackson who goes from the exact ages as sophie does grows up SO MUCH MORE during the books and can be told from his perspective, while reading sophie still deals 12 in my mind.
white-washing. i feel like none of the poc characters get enough light in the series and there are only majority white main characters. also, describing tam and linh when sophie first saw them as “k-pop stars” and “anime characters”. as user mari on goodreads states on this in their neverseen review, “imagine looking at an italian person and describing them as ‘straight out of a Mario Bros game’ or a French person who looked like they walked out of Pixar’s Ratatouille or something.” also the lack of real lgbtqia+ rep in the books is dissapointing. your about to see me bash all the characters in the love triangle but i would love to see keefitz happen canonically or like another maybe sapphic ship too.
the love triangle. there’s a LOT wrong with it. i hate all the characters in it, and i hate both of the relationships (one though now, i can see that it could be fine though). let’s start with sofitz. i was personally a sofitz stan back in the day (honestly due to my friends, who were all sofitz stans, gaslighting me to like them rather than sokeefe, but i honestly grew to love sofitz), but now i do literally see how they can be borderline abusive. i mean, fitz is basically a jake gylenhaal type character here with the anger issues and manipulation type shit. in every book, we basically see him gaslight and manipulate sophie over some shit then come and be like i love u lemme kiss u. like isnt this not good to be showing in a kids book and be like showing this relationship in a healthy light in a sense? i don’t think there’s any part where shannon’s like “hey, fitz is being bad here! you don’t want this in a relationship!” now let’s move on to sokeefe. part of the reason i don’t like them is just i don’t like both of them and i was gaslit to not like them. they’re just so c r i n g e y and pick me together it’s like 😐. i’m gonna talk abt this next but another thing is we spent like 5 whole books building up sofitz and their chemistry, for them to break apart, and then sophie’s like a book and a half later “i love keefe sm i like him more than fitz now 🤭🤭” like pacing??
all the characters are SO PICK ME. especially keefe and sophie. like they just get me on my nerves. i see people like simping and calling keefe like their comfort character and i’m just like in the corner like “…am i the only person who didn’t like keefe??” also plz kotlc fandom don’t kill me for hating keefe. plz. wnd sophies like all the time “i’m the moonlark i’m so special” and she just can’t make decisions for herself and she also just gets in my nerves. if u guys want specific text evidence of them being pick me, i will willingly look for some for u guys.
and finally, it’s too fucking long. like 9 books? and there’s gonna be more??? and we haven’t like gotten to the main war yet??? like each book is just repeating the same plot over and over and over. plus, the cliffhangers are not even that good. the romance was also terribly paced as i talked abt before, i feel like we should’ve gotten equal parts pinning for both keefe and fitz like shatter me almost or fuck it the selection. i feel like this series could’ve been so much better if she made the books shorter (that’s another thing, each book is like at like 600 pages and it’s just getting us nowhere in the plot it feels like.) the series could’ve been 5 books, with better paced romance, and the same lengths, and it would’ve been so much better.
anyways that’s my rant for today!! i at here to hear all opinions on the series honestly it’s totally acceptable if this is your favorite series or even. if keefe is the love of your life honestly. i want to hear everyone’s opinions on the series if people want to share, i promise i won’t judge if you won’t judge mine. love y’all 🫶🫶🫶
does anyone else on here HATE the series keeper of the lost cities? i have some traumatizing memories with that series and i like hate all the characters and hate the romance in it so if there is someone else out there who hates the series, plz interact ❤️
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undonerhapsodize · 2 years ago
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thinking ab ichigo rn and how he’s be such a tsundere simp for you it’s ridiculous
like, every damn time you need to get something for whatever reason, he gets it. everytime, without fail, he jumps from what he was doing to fetch it. except, his good deeds don’t go unpunished. or rather, without a short little quip from him
“do you not have legs or something??” is what he says as he basically launches himself to the kitchen to grab the drink you requested. he denies his eagerness everytime
it also pokes through at unexpected times. even he doesn’t have a chance to properly think about what he’s doing or saying before he’s taken action, abit with red-tipped ears
“would you relax?” the ichigo almost hisses aloud. “it’s not a big deal”
the ‘deal’ of course, was the fact that the train you two were on had been overcrowded, forcing the both of you into close proximity. the car was packed with people from rush hour, and you were stuck.
yet, as the strawberry is sweet, ichigo says with a slightly lowered tone, “hey, switch with me”
he doesnt wait for a reply before taking you in his arms and shuffling so you were now against the wall, back leaning against it. you were away from the crowd, if only just a little bit. ichigo was now in front, his own height doing wonders working as a barrier behind the chaos of the train car, and the happy little bubble he had inadvertently created.
“haha” you laugh nervously, “thank you. i don’t like crowds.”
ichigo only looks away from you, raising his hand up to brace itself against the railing of train as it kicked up again. he was sporting a lovely shade of pink along his cheekbones, lips turned in a pout “you’re welcome”
though, there are some times he wasn’t so flustered. where every ounce of shyness he had suddenly was no more
“what the hell are you on about?” he says, tone low
the other student shrugs, not realizing the bear he had poked. “i mean… if we want a good grade on this assignment, we shouldn’t invite Y/N”
the reaper sneered, “now what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
the student sweats, finally seeing the tic in his jaw as ichigo’s gaze narrowed “i’m just saying!!” they say rushed, “i heard they flunked the last one!!”
ichigo stares down his classmate before making a decision. quickly and without warning he stands, pushing his chair backwards with force. it loudly scrapes against the ground.
ichigo flips his bag over his shoulder, and begins to walk out of the classroom without another word, you in tow, your hand grasped in his
“don’t listen to them. they have no idea what they’re talking about.” he says it earnestly but with plenty of lingering hostility from the encounter
“no i get it.” you say, a little downcast, but laugh nonetheless. “i did get an F on that report.”
he stops suddenly, causing you to almost walk into the man. “shuddup” he sort of grows, clearly upset. “ who cares what happened a 2 weeks ago.”
“they do, apparently”
the elevator door dings as the metal doors shut tight. ichigo moves in front of you, taking a scarred hand to rest gently on the side of your face. he pulls you in with not effort at all, no hesitation to be seen. he kisses you, sweetly and true, before he pulls away to rest his forehead onto yours. “they’re dumb. obviously.” there’s a wrinkle in his brow as he says it.
“obviously.” you finally agree, lifting your head to gaze at your lover. he smiles, if even a little bit. you can see his eyes soft at your admission
the close proximity made nothing awkward, made nothing intoxicating. it was pure and simple. even as you stared at him now, there was no trace of embarrassment to be seen. no trace of the reddish features you know characterized such a feeling. even as he looked at you with such a defiant light that even the sun itself hesitated in showing its face.
you would think he’d been embarrassed to look such a way
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deathofafoureyedferret · 2 years ago
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TMNT RANT
I've always liked and watched TMNT, but I only recently got really into it and started getting into the fandom. I went on tumblr and scrolled through the TMNT tag and half of it is people simping for the turtles and other characters, the other half is them saying that people shouldn't simp. At first it didn't bother my because people have their own opinion, but then I kept seeing the same argument every time they talk about it. Every time I see them argue that people shouldn't simp they always say "Why are you simping for them? They're literally kids, they're teenagers. It's in the name, they would probably be freshmen is high school." I understand where they’re coming from when saying that adults shouldn't be crushing on children, but why is that the argument and not the fact that they are turtles? Maybe argue that they are giant mutant turtles, they are not human. If they were like Splinter who is an adult would it be fine? Even then, Splinter was at least human at some point in most versions of him while the turtles were always turtles. The only reason why that's not the argument is because they don't look like or act like actual animals, they are 6-7 feet tall with huge muscles, the simps aren't attracted to the fact that they are turtles, so no one is concerned that simps are gonna go out and fuck a real turtle, so why is that concern still there when we talk about them being teenagers. They do not look or act like kids, they don't even sound like kid! Every single version of the turtles were voiced by people that were at least in their 30's when their respective version came out. Now I know that them not looking or acting like teens don't mean they aren't, but that also goes for them being animals.
All of that is under the assumption that the person simping is an adult and not a kid just like the turtles, and to be honest it is most likely that they are, this is a Nickelodeon owned franchise and the main audience are kids and adults with nostalgia, so it's more likely people who are the same age or younger than the turtle boys, or adults that had a crush on them when they were kids, and that doesn't go away. It's normal to still have crush on a friend you had when you were younger or still think about your first love as a adult, but it's not normal when that person is a turtle boy? I still have a crush on my 4th grade crush, and yes I still think of him as a kid, but that’s because that's how I remember him last! I don't think about him and go "Ah yes, Caleb! If only I was an adult back then when I first met you when you were a child!" I think about the time he said I looked pretty with glasses and had a nice singing voice when we were both kids. He was the same age as me back and is still to this day, but since I’ve only known him as he was back then I only like that version of him and only see him as the way he was.
Not to mention that the turtle boys aren't real! Crushing on them or even writing fanfiction of them literally isn't hurting anyone because they aren't real. Sexualizing or romanticizing actual children no matter how old they look or act is wrong because they are still children and they don’t fully understand the concept of it all and what those thing entail, that leads to hurting them and leaving long lasting trauma. I’m not saying that isn’t true, what I’m saying is that since these are fictional characters and can be whatever age you want them to be, it hurts no one to romanticize or sexualize them. There are other fandoms that write fanfiction of actual people that are both human and adult but it actually hurts them. Like the One Direction or Fall Out Boy fandom, the fanfiction is based on real people and one day their kids, partner, or employer will see that shit which is embarrassing as fuck! People write fan fiction of Stranger Things or IT and while the actors are older now they still came out when they are kids. Why not get mad at the people writing fan fictions shipping the characters in that? Or even Stephen King himself for writing a sex scene of the characters as kids having an orgy in the sewers! Instead of called a weirdo or a pedophile , that man got paid thousands of dollars for both the book and then the movies.
So in conclusion, I need everyone to shut the fuck up and let me go back to reading the X Reader with Megan Fox's April O'Neil being jealous that Mikey isn't simping over her anymore, without author being bothered by haters and saying that they are gonna stop writing, that would be great!
Imagine being so pressed about what other people like, it has nothing to do with you so why do you care. The only reason I can think of if someone being mad is if they were mad that it wasn’t them. Why are upset unless you wish it were you? If you actually cared about people liking child characters in media then go worry about the people who like Eri or Anya from My Hero Acedemia and Spy X Family, those are children that are meant to act and look like children.
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silverbladexyz · 2 years ago
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Congratulations on 100 followers! You deserve every Single one of them for how amazing your writing is!
I noticed you were doing matchups so I decided to participate for fun, feel free to do anyone else’s if mine doesn’t have enough info for you! Sorry for being all over the place with it😓
I’m a 5’4” 1/16th Russian, 1/8th Asian Caucasian female and I’m 18 years old. I’m generally pretty energetic, but not overbearing energetic and I only fall asleep when my eyelids tell me to (unless I have homework due for a class I’m falling behind in the next day) and I’m not one to leave my dorm unless I need to eat or go to class or meet my friends/family. I take responsibility if I know no one else is going to do it in a messy organized way. I’m easily taken advantage of because of my naivety and gullibility. I act like I know more about death, murder, and dark things like that when really, I’m too weak to actually hurt a fly. I love to write stories, read manga, and watch anime. I’m not good at arguing my points, but I can make people addicted to things I’m obsessed with. If I become interested in something, I become obsessed with it, so I have read the light novels, Beast AU, seen the entire series twice and Dead Apple. I don’t mind spoilers though. I love making new OCs for different shows (but I’m EXCESSIVELY SADISTIC about it) and I love to read Yandere!Reader, Suicidal!Reader, Depressed!Reader, and [other anime character]!Reader, Character x Readers to soothe my depressive tendencies. I have severe epilepsy that’s near incurable and my grades are mostly A’s and B’s except for a couple classes with D’s. I eat like one or two meals a day (sometimes none because of medication) and when I do, it’s like two pieces of pizza or a tiny bowl of alfredo pasta, so I’m really skinny and light. I have slight acne, but it’s not too noticeable. You asked for people we dislike, I’m apologizing in advance, but I’ll just give you the characters I do like, crush wise or think-they’re-cool-and-would-want-to-be-friends wise. (I’m a total simp for Chuuya or Dazai’s death glare, especially when a slight shadow covers it)
Characters: Dazai, Ranpo, Yosano, Kyoka, Kenji, Tanizaki, all Beast!ADA except the President and Kunikida, Kouyou, literally any Chuuya from any plot point, Akutagawa, Gin, Tachihara, Elise (don’t match me with her, she’s just really cool and funny but way too young), PM! Dazai (both Beast! AU and regular series), Mark, Fyodor (the dub accent tho❤️❤️❤️), Nikolai, Tecchou, Jouno, Teruko, Odasaku
I have a problem…😅😓😭
Heyyy sariel!!! Tysm, and no, it's not too over the place, and the info was quite sufficient 💗
The images do not belong to me. They belong to their original owners.
Calculating...
Your sibling figure is... KENJI MIYAZAWA!!!
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-He's such a sunshine omg
-Kenji is always smiling and encouraging you. He always manages to brighten up your day, and he loves seeing you smile as well
-I feel like he wouldn’t really understand the dark things you like (he’s too innocent for that) but he will smile and say ‘That’s so cool!’
-Kenji is interested in reading your stories. He will always give you constructive feedback, and it actually gives you motivation to write. He’s always the first one to read your stories <3
-Kenji is lowkey worried for your health, because he has never met anybody who ate quite little food, or sometimes nothing at all. Definitely gets you some light but nutritious food from his own village, and trust me those foods work like magic
-He doesn’t mind chilling in your dorm with you. You could be studying, reading, doing whatever, and Kenji will either doze or read a book to keep you company. He makes little to no noise or distractions, and his presence actually helps you focus more on studying
-If you need help with moving something heavy, just ask Kenji! With his super strength, it’s easy for him to move almost anything, and he loves helping you. He would even like to give you piggyback rides if you asked
-Hugs and headpats!!! Kenji was probably a bit inexperienced when it came to platonic affection, but in time he’ll love it and he might even start doing it back to you. Sometimes, his headpats would end up ruffling your hair and making it look like a mess, but he would stop if you asked him to
-He will read and watch the mangas and animes that you recommend to him. Just please keep it suitable for him
-Kenji would like to take you to his village one day and to let you meet everybody back at his hometown. He knows that you would be welcomed, and he’s quite excited everytime you ask him about his village
-If anybody takes advantage of you, Kenji wouldn’t be afraid to teach them a lesson with his super strength. But everybody in Yokohama knows not to make Kenji angry anyways, so you’re safe ^-^
-If you’re having a bad day, Kenji will smile and say some of the sweetest things ever to you that just makes you smile too. He knows just how to cheer you up, and he’ll be happy to cheer you up forever <3
-He does ask Yosano on some tips for your health, or he sometimes sends back to his village for some medicinal herbs that always worked
-Overall, he is the BEST YOUNGER BROTHER EVER! Also he’ll never be annoying towards you, because he is too sweet to do that 💗
And your parent figure is... YOSANO AKIKO!!!
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-Yosano is a chill, but kind of strict parent figure
-She worries about your health, and buys you medicine that helps you. She wishes that she could heal you with her ability, but unfortunately her ability could only heal physical wounds. She does make you food that helps you become stronger though
-Yosano also likes dark stuff herself, especially morbid stuff. So you two could literally have a chat about anything dark and not worry that the other person can’t take it. However, Yosano does remind you about the value of human life
-If you’re feeling depressed, Yosano will try her best to help you with it. She has a few ways to help your depression, and they work all the time. However, if you want to be left alone for a while, she understands and won’t push you
-Yosano is pretty strong. So if anybody hurts you, you bet that she’s going to bring her cleaver, beat them up and also teach them a lesson that they’ll never forget. She is pretty intimidating when she wants to be
-Brings you out shopping with her sometimes, but she doesn’t buy too much stuff since she doesn’t want you to carry anything that you can’t handle. She’ll also buy you whatever you want, as long as she approves of it
-If you ever get hurt, Yosano would give you extra special treatment. She reserves the best bed in the infirmary for you, and she’ll make sure that you aren’t in any sort of pain
-Anime nights!!! Basically you two would chill at your dorm or hers while watching any type of anime you liked while eating popcorn. Yosano likes spending time with you and she has pretty similar tastes in anime. I headcanon she likes Tokyo Ghoul and Assassination Classroom
-Also tries to be a good mother figure to you. If you engage in activities that are harmful to you, Yosano would be quite strict and bans them from you. But please understand that she wants the best for you
-Overall, a headstrong, cool mother figure that is a girlboss
And last but not least, your mentor is... DAZAI OSAMU!!!
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-Dazai doesn’t really mind your knowledge and interest in dark stuff. Afterall, he was the demonic prodigy of the Mafia, and people all around him were accustomed with death and blood and whatnot. Doesn’t mean that he won’t be a drama queen when you do say something quite dark
-He does hate how you get taken advantage of though. Dazai knows how easily people could get manipulated and used, and he himself is familiar with the act. But the thought of somebody taking advantage of his student? Definitely gives you tips and hints on how to recognise signs of manipulation, and it actually helps
-Dazai has quite an interesting way of teaching you. He’ll probably suddenly show up at a random time to talk with you, then he’ll disappear afterwards leaving you having no idea what was going on. But slowly, the pieces fall into place and at the end of it, you’d have learned something new as well
-He’d still be his usual self around you; which means talking about su1c1de, women, and just being chaotic. Many times you have to save him from his su1c1de attempts, but it’s often because it was part of his plan for solving a case
-He is also a kind of chill mentor. Dazai won’t lecture you unless it was absolutely necessary. Even then, you still don’t want him to lecture you because he can be scary if he wants to
-Dazai uses any opportunity to turn stuff into a lesson. He’ll do it discreetly though, and it’s so discreet you wouldn’t even notice that it was by his intentions
-He is a bit concerned for your health. Afterall, he knows that having a fragile body could hinder many plans and jeopardize your safety even more. But he asks Kunikida to train you in some basic self-defence that your body could handle
-So Dazai teaches you how to be cunning. More specifically, he teaches you how to outwit the enemy, and how to gather more information than your opponent. His lessons are quite interesting, and more than once his tactics had proven quite helpful to you
-He would give you hard cases that he knows you could handle. Dazai is one to push you past your limits, but he will make backup plans if you somehow couldn’t handle it
-Dazai cares for you in his own Dazai way. Which means that you’ll always have his support; even if you couldn’t notice it, but it’s definitely there. He knows that you can handle yourself, but Dazai will still help you if he thinks you need it
-He would also teach you the tricks to winning an argument. Dazai himself is quite witty and quick-thinking, and he would love to see you be able to win an argument. But please don’t go around starting arguments because you can win them now, even if Dazai finds it amusing
-Dazai would probably open up to you slightly, but his mask is still there. Please tell him that you appreciate him for teaching you and how much you care for him. He isn’t used to any sort of affection and I guarantee you it’ll be a sight to see
-Overall, Dazai is a strange and interesting mentor who actually wants to see you succeed
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