#this is one. the cringiest things I’ve made I love it

[afterartist]

You guys are never gonna guess what I just made

Unless you guessed ‘new AU’

Cause then, yes, you would have guessed what i made

Anyway meet my Backrooms sans AU lol, his name is Almond and he is an absolute hellion /aff

Note to self; DONT record yourself working on a prototype for the core if you have teleportation powers

[shadow4-1]

bro this MIGHT come off as the cringiest thing ever known to mankind but im probably the biggest game geek god has ever laid hands on so;

part time game developer!reader (or something like that anyways) was bored one day and decided to start to yk develop a game - in this au the cod games ovbi dont exist - but she makes a little demo of cod.. and when one day on base soap or some1 catches reader writing ideas and such (obviously not the actual missions they go on - that’s confidential) something in a note book he tells the others (more like gaz) and they get curious and bug reader until she tells them that she made a game demo including the 141…

and idk maybe she gives them the file so they can play it and they kinda like rate the things they say in the cutscenes or smth idk have fun with it

but yeah thats the idea thats been swarming through my mind for the past couple of days since i’ve found your account (WHICH I BTW LOVE i love how you portray all of the characters and shit)

byebye

Oh my gosh not cringe! This is such a cute idea!!! (Also thank you for the really cute gif! I love puppies :3)

I'm such a huge fan of weird meta stuff in my fanfictions. Like, the characters know but they don't know they're in a videogame? Haha, ngl I've had some thought about this too! Lemme add to your imagine real quick:

You spent all of your early adolescence learning how to code and make lil' games on your shitty old laptop. Now, with the more advanced tech the 141 had provided you, you take to making even more cool things during your (limited) free time.

The first game you felt confident enough to show off was a rough prototype of a fighting game. It only had two characters loosely based off of both Ghost and Soap. You showed it to Gaz as more of an offhanded joke, but he was excited. He too knew some things about game development and decided to help you out on the project.

It still wasn't a polished game, per se, but it was playable. Soap caught wind of your game and begged to try it out. With Gaz's help, you set up the firmware using an emulator and the jailbroken game console in the rec room. You felt so shy showing off something you did for fun.

And it was a huge hit!

Even with only two characters recruits and officer's alike spent hours playtesting and figuring out how to make combos. The room erupted into cheers when Soap figured out the first finishing move!

"Oi, Bonnie! I think you migh've made something really special here!"

[worldstarz]

(PERSONA 3 SPOILERS)

a private talk with shinjiro in your room on october 4th

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader (sees member)

summary: a recording from your room on the morning of october 4th. shinjiro asked to talk to you privately in your room, but he strays off his original plan.

tags: fluff ; kinda suggestive ending ; cringe. ; slight angst ; not proofread ; clearly inspired off of p3p

notes: this is the cringiest thing i’ve ever made but i need him so bad i am shaking at the bars of my enclosure

continues under the cut!!

———

october 4th - [name]’s room.

the tape begins in your room.

it must be morning, suggested by the sunlight streaming through the windows. you walk into frame, the light hitting you just right to give you a heavenly glow.

shinjiro’s words are caught in his throat. he looks a bit awkward and stiff, as he was the one to ask to go to your room to talk privately.

“you’ve never asked to come in before!” you grin, your excitement showing in your voice. “sorry, my room’s a bit of a mess. did you want to sit dow-“

before you could even finish your sentence, shinjiro suddenly embraces you, one arm around your waist and the other across your shoulders, the subtle smell of sandalwood enveloping your senses. did he put on cologne?

after recovering from the initial shock, you reciprocate the hug, wrapping your arms around him. you can feel the intensity of his heartbeat through his umber-colored turtleneck.

he pulls away, bashfully averting his gaze. “shit, what am i doing-“

he begins to step back, but you grab onto his arm.

“[name]-?” he stammers, and after a brief moment of hesitation, you pull him into a kiss. shinjiro’s body takes over as he deepens the kiss, his desire evident.

pulling back for air, he finally meets your gaze. his face is red, and he breathes out slowly. “i-i ain’t a nice guy, [name]. i’ll leave.”

as he begins to pull away once more, your grip around him tightens. “don’t leave, please. i don’t mind. i don’t care what kind of guy you are or how you treat me. i just… i want you, shinjiro. do you get what i’m saying?”

shinjiro realizes he isn’t winning this battle. your weapon is your pleading eyes, reciprocating his longing and desperation, and it is his biggest weakness. once again, he embraces you tighter, as both a countermeasure against your eyes and a response to your pleas. “dammit, don’t say that kind of stuff,” he mutters, surrendering to your touch. “you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

he lifts his head to look at you once again, savoring in every detail, every little feature of your face. if you knew any better, you would’ve thought he was treasuring you for the last time.

but, you don’t.

his rough hand cups your face, and you lean into his touch. his breath hitches, as he quietly says, “last chance to let me leave. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

you grab the collar of his turtleneck, pulling him in to meet your lips once more.

he breaks away with a slight smile. “…you moron.” clearly, he doesn’t mean it.

there’s a subtle switch in his demeanor that only you could pick up on. well, it’s not like there was anyone else around to notice.

for today, he would allow himself to be a little selfish.

in response, your hands slide down from his collar to his hands, making sure to brush over his clothed chest on the way. while you’re not sure where you got this rush of confidence from, you know neither of you would be expecting any answers from the millions of questions running through your minds.

intertwining your fingers with his, you back up, leading him to your bed. as you lay down, he positions himself above you, your interlocked hands on both sides of your head. you stare up at his slightly dumbfounded expression with a smirk, and he feels himself falling in love all over again.

pulling himself together, he softly smiles down at you. with just that simple expression, you melt, becoming shy once more and looking away.

he takes your moment of weakness to tease you, letting go of your hand to hold your chin to face him once more. “where did that confidence go?”

embarrassed, your eyebrows furrow as you mutter, “shut up.”

he chuckles softly, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “just so we’re clear,” he says, his voice low and barely above a whisper, “i ain’t holding back anymore.”

the tape ends.

part 2 :)

[abyssruler]

i love how u write the delinquent childe esp in the 711 diaries… he is everything i could ever want if it isn’t too much trouble can u write a little drabble of him?? idm the content <3

7-eleven diaries spin-off

childe x gn!reader

fluff, comedy-ish, friends to lovers, getting together, childe basically being your sugar daddy

from my other fic the 7-eleven diaries with hints of delinquent childe sprinkled in, sort of a continuation on childe’s part and what could’ve happened if he’d been more persistent. ok so i rarely ever actually write requests bc i’m too lazy but you bet if you request anything for childe i will most likely do it. i just love writing him

Your friend Ajax is a little strange—scratch that, he’s a lot strange.

“So, as I was saying, my friends and I are hosting a party at my house, and I’d really like it if you came.”

His eyes bore into you, a sort of blue that mirrored the depths of the ocean. It’s no wonder he intimidates a lot of people, his eyes alone could scare anyone with thalassophobia. Luckily for you, you don’t have much fear of anything besides failing class, which is why you’d have to turn down his offer.

“Can’t. I’ve got a test tomorrow.” You pick up a soda that’s frankly worth more than your entire week’s worth of allowance and scan it.

Ajax leans on the counter, blinking his eyes up at you in what he probably thought was cute, but really only managed in giving you the ick. “Aw, c’mon. Pretty please?”

“I’m charging you extra if you don’t stop bugging me.”

He sighs dramatically, conceding with a pout. But the calculating look on his face tells you that you should be on your guard for the next few days.

✧

You were correct.

Your classmate Ajax is annoying.

He’d gone from being a slight bother in the 7-eleven you work at to somehow being enrolled in your university and coincidentally sharing all of your classes. Even the ones that don’t have anything to do with his major.

“Hey, let’s have lunch together after class!” He accosts you while you were in the middle of placing your things back in your bag. You were about to say no, citing an excuse about meeting with a friend or finishing some unfinished homework, but your attention was caught when he adds, “Don’t worry about the money, I’ll pay for our food.”

And so you find yourself sitting at a high end restaurant, staring at a menu that lists the cheapest food possible as the exact amount of your monthly salary. Ajax remains unbothered by the price, watching you with his elbows on the table and fingers interlocked, chin resting on top of his hands and waiting for you to pick which one you’d like.

Well, he did say he was paying so…

You order the ones you’d have never been able to afford and, for good measure, an expensive cup of ice cream that would normally cost ten mora at any convenience store. He doesn’t even flinch when the bill is presented, only smiling like he’s having the best day as he hands his card to the waiter.

He even drives you home that day with his fancy car that looks just a little too polished for you to mistake his intentions. He’s bragging and trying to impress you.

And, well, consider yourself impressed.

✧

Your boyfriend Ajax is crazy.

Not even the fun kind of crazy, no. This is beyond insane, a catastrophe, borderline harassment—

“I’d like to dedicate this song to my lovely sugarpie who deserves the world and more!”

He’s standing outside your classroom window, a guitar in hand while his friends hold a microphone to his mouth and a speaker that would make even your university’s auditorium speakers sound like a whisper. People are staring, students and professors alike pointing at him and then to you, a grin on their faces whilst some of the older professors look scandalized.

Ajax remains smiling, singing the cringiest song you’ve ever heard in your life with his off-tune voice. Not even Venti made you feel this much second hand embarrassment.

With one final wink and a kiss he blows in your direction, he ends the song.

You hate Valentine’s Day.

(At least the chocolates and flowers were good.)

[grandestheart]

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. - grayson x oc

tw: possibly the cringiest thing I’ve ever written 😔✊

-.- I stood behind the stage. The wine red velvet curtains were about to open at any second. “on in 10. 9. 8….” 8 seconds, that was all I had before I was to step onto the stage, in front of 10,000 people to preform.

3…2…1…

the curtains opened. I stepped out onto the stage. God, so many people, all to see me. I’d never been so proud. But all of it, all of this, would only be worth it. If he was here.

“New York how are you today?” I shouted into the microphone. I scanned the crowd for Grayson. He wasn’t there, he promised he’d be here. Whatever. The show must go on right?.

-.-

I was halfway into my third song. the one I had wrote about him, shame he wasn’t here to hear it. out of my peripheral vision, I saw a light flash. I tried to subtly look down, the light was too bright to be an iPhone camera, and there he was, holding a professional camera, snapping photos of me.

An hour later, I wrapped up the show, sweating and out of breath. I hoped Grayson was waiting for me backstage, ready for me to throw myself into his arms. Sure enough, he was there, arms wide open waiting for me to run into them. “You came!” Grayson rested his chin on my head. “Of course I did sweetheart,” he kissed my cheek, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“We should get out of here before the paparazzi form, gray.” Grayson nodded, “you’re right, pack up your guitar and stuff and we’ll get going, Oren should be straight outside.” Grayson helped me pack up my stuff and we sprinted out. Cameras flashed and questions were shouted at us, but we made it to the suv without getting hounded.

Once we made it into the car, Grayson kissed me. “You did so well out there, love” I was definitely going to write a song about this.

-.-

praying you all don’t die of cringe 🙏

[just-a-carrot]

I’m so sorry but I’m prepping myself to (hopefully) do an animation, so I gotta shitpost draw first. Behold: Orlam as that one meme that I don’t remember the name of

This is objectively the worst, funniest, and cringiest thing I’ve ever made. (I am so sorry I forced this horror upon you)

also I’m doing another Gacha video!!! It’s gonna be great and Iggy is actually gonna have glasses yay!

fhdhdh I have no idea what this meme is but it's a very lovely drawing 🤣 very compelling and rich

I'm glad that Iggy will be able to see!!

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: the way that this is actually the cringiest thing i’ve ever written. enjoy everyone!!

reminders my requests are open!!! please send for rhaenyra specifically i wanna write for her so bad omg

warnings: mentions of death, violence, knife, injury, swearing, incest, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Nine- Fire Made Flesh

—-

“Rhaenyra, I’m not so sure about this.” The carriage shakes as you wind down the paths of King’s Landing. “What if Syrax does not like me?”

She turns from the window with a smile, sun hitting the side of her face. She is beautiful, and she is yours.

“Come here,” she grabs your hand, draws you towards her with a kiss on your cheek.

When she decides you are close enough, practically on top of her, she rests her head in the crook of your neck. You’re sitting sideways to face her, and you frown at the movement. You love the feel of her skin upon yours, but thoughts of burning alive in dragon fire are filling your mind.

“Dragons…” She whispers, and the rest of the world fades away. “Dragons and their riders have a special bond. Not like how a horse bonds with its rider, or a hunting dog to its owner. Sometimes, in fact, I swear Syrax can feel what I feel.”

“That’s beautiful, Rhaenyra.”

“And do you know what I feel?”

You shake your head, and she pulls back to look at you.

“I feel love for you,” She places a hand on your face, as involuntary as breathing. She tilts her head, smiling softly. “You’re so beautiful. And I love you. Syrax will know that I love you, and she won’t hurt you.”

And you do not have to scramble for a poetic answer, because Rhaenyra draws you in for a sweetest kiss. You do not burn. You are sun-touched.

—-

You are not sure how to feel when the man runs past you, barring the door before you even realize what’s happening.

Faintly, you realize you are still screaming.

“Shut up! Shut up!” He yells, and all you can do is stare at the knife pointed to your chest. You run out of breath, and he slaps you across the face.

When you fall, it is not graceful. You feel like a chicken thrown from a tower, stupid and dumb for thinking that your husband would not do this. You know it is him.

You land on your knees, palms spread wide onto the floor.

“Fuck,” the man whispers, and you whimper. “You’re a pretty one, aren’t you? Shame I gotta do this quick, or else we would have lots of fun.”

“Daemon! Daemon, please! Rhaenyra! Rhaenyra!” It is no surprise when he kicks you, hissing more curses, but you lose your breath anyways. You are rolling around on the floor, unladylike and you are a stupid, stupid, naïve girl.

Your eyes flick to the open window, and you wonder if it would be more of a mercy to throw yourself out of it now.

“Shut up, you stupid slut.” And he is hauling you to your feet, and suddenly the tears are falling fast and quick.

“Please- please do not, I do not want to die-”

He cuts you off with another press of his knife into your chest, and you scream when he punctures the skin. Blood stains starts to stain your nightgown, turning it from gold to red, like a flower blooming in the light of the sun.

He slaps you again, but you do not fall this time. His grip is tight.

You swear you can hear the wing beats of a dragon.

“Syrax?” You mutter, and you are losing blood and growing woozy with each second. The man glares at you, and you finally see his face.

His face is clean shaven, olive skin, and dark brown eyes. And there is a knife in his hands.

He looks at your questionably, but straightens as you both hear the yell of your name.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?” It’s Daemon, you think, or maybe Rhaenyra. You cannot tell. There is cotton in your ears, and blood is falling and your stomach hurts and your cheek stings and you are scared.

“Fuck. Gotta- gotta do it quick.” He murmurs, pressing the knife to your throat. You do not know what to think. But you do not have to, because the door is thrown open with such brutality you are surprised it does not fly off its hinges.

Daemon flies through the opening, and you suddenly realize it was not wingbeats you heard. It was the sound of him pounding on the door, desperate to save you.

“Daemon!” You try to run forward, but are pulled back against the assassins chest. Daemon’s eyes flair and you let out a sob.

“Let her go.” His voice does not betray any anger, only the promise of something dark.

The man behind you does not answer, only sizes Daemon up.

His hands are tight around Dark Sister, and his hair is unruly and has slipped out of its tie. He’s wearing only a shirt and slacks- not proper attire to fight at all.

But he seems not to care, as he takes a step closer.

“Stay back!” The assassin yells, and Daemon stays where he is. “I’ll kill her, I will!” But his voice shakes, and you can tell he was not expecting resistance.

Daemon’s eyes darken, and as if by some invisible command, guards file in from around Daemon.

They circle you with their swords pointed, almost like tendrils surrounding the sun. You are the sun.

You cannot see the man behind you, but you can feel his heart thundering and his grip on you go slack.

You can only stare at Daemon. He is your savior, your God, and you know instinctively that with him here, you will not die tonight.

Daemon’s eyes meet yours, and flick down quickly to your feet. His lip curls inward, in some cruel sort of smile, and you know what he is saying.

When the assassin lowers the knife, you slam your foot into his own as hard as you can.

“Fuck, fuck!” He screams, and let’s go of you. You do not know what happens to him, because Daemon brings you into his arms fast.

—-

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” he whispers, and you sob into his neck. He presses his hand to the back of your head, and does not tell you to stop crying. He urges you out of the room quickly, and you faintly hear the sounds of someone screaming.

“Y/N?” You cannot help but turn at Rhaenyra’s voice.

Her hair is unbound and her skin shines in a sheen of sweat, and tears fall down her face. Daemon hisses at the guard holding her back, and she runs forward.

Being in her arms again- the rest of the world fades away.

She pulls back, places a shaky hand on your face.

“You-you’re bleeding.”

“I think it’s superficial.” She nods, not quite believing you or herself.

Daemon is yelling at the guards in the distance, but you are too focused on Rhaenyra.

“Where’s- where’s the maester?” She murmurs, and the both of you are undone. “My- my Y/N…” She looks around, and you try your best to hold her together while you are falling apart as well. “Guard! You- you go get the maester. Please.” He gives a curt nod, and Rhaenyra’s eyes fall back on you again.

“Rhaenyra, I… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She smiles, and it’s fake, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care.

“Don’t be, my sweet girl. There’s nothing to…” She trails off and takes a step back, smoothing out her nightgown. “I-I’m sorry. I just- I cannot lose you. And I am almost did, and I-” She stops, staring into your eyes. “Your eyes have a piece of the sun in them. Did you know?”

“I love you, Rhaenyra.”

A tear falls down her face.

“I love you too.”

—-

It’s much later when you sink into their bed again, no longer caring about any semblance of wrong or right, of honor and duty.

Your chest aches and your cheek sings, and you just want to be held and comforted.

You lay with your head pressed to Rhaenyra’s shoulder, her heartbeat slow and steady under you. The wingbeats of a dragon.

Dragons are fire made flesh, and Targaryens are fire and blood. They are a rolling mess of it, fire and blood and the sound of dragon’s roaring, the memory of fire and blood encased in their sigil.

It is not secret that dragon’s have a quick temper. They have fire in their throats, why not use it? But Targaryens are the same. They are closer to gods than men- closer to their dragons than men. Daemon and Rhaenyra have quick tempers, and when they do break, fire and blood reigns.

But you can tell Rhaenyra is pushing aside her anger, if only for your sake. She recognizes that you are in a precarious state- your mind wrestling like a storm and while she cannot calm the storm in your head, she can distract you from it.

So Rhaenyra wraps her arms tight around you, hums into your head. It must be a Valyrian lullaby, as you have never heard it before.

When the door opens- you admit you are too tired to look. Rhaenyra has succeeded with her sweet voice and soft touches, and sleep calls to you. Your mind quiets, and you feel the sudden urge to kiss her senseless as a thank you.

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra whispers in greeting. You feel his presence behind you, brooding and angry, and hear his soft pants rent the air.

“I was making sure the guards were settled.” You feel Rhaenyra nod. “I doubt they will send two assassins in one night, but…”

And Daemon’s words remind you of that horrible encounter.

“I- I’m so stupid.” At first, the two seem to be confused. You cannot see them, your eyes screwed shut in embarrassment, but Rhaenyra grows tense and the air changes. “I thought he would leave me alone. Why- why would I ever- I’m so naïve, so stupid.”

Daemon’s hand winds in your hair, and he tugs to get your attention. You cannot face them.

“You’re anything but,” Rhaenyra whispers, pressing kisses to your head. “You’re so brave, you know. The bravest girl.”

You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t warm at their words, didn’t flutter, didn’t squeeze. You bite back something threatening to tear through your throat- a sob, perhaps.

The bed dips, and Daemon presses up against you.

“You’re none of those things. I promise. Rhaenyra is right.” You nod, and although you don’t quite believe it, all of you recognize that it is a start.

“Sleep, my love,” Rhaenyra whispers.

“We won’t let anything happen to you,” Daemon finishes.

And you let these two people, these two dragons, fire made flesh, hold you while you drift off. You have never felt more safe.

Your days yearning for Rhaenyra are long gone- your memories only filled with them. You find you cannot remember your time in the Riverlands quite clearly, everything seems covered in a haze.

Only Daemon and Rhaenyra occupy your mind, and whatever storm was in the fades.

Your dragons curl around you, and you are the sun.

—-

taglist:

@wondergal2001 @akiraquote @a-lil-bit-nuts @anginoguera @thatkinkylesgirl1 @stitchattacks @honeypillowsblog @kaloafd @blackhoodlea @softtina @wallace02sblog @tetgod

[juliettedunn]

Luz Noceda and What She Means to Me

Luz is the greatest character of all time of any media ever because she is THE Luz fucking Noceda, I have loved her ever since I saw the first episode, my favorite character and remained that way. She was always underrated by the fandom in her own show. She changed my life.

Her character is unapologetically cringe. She wears a cat hoodie and says “Meow meow.” She says random nonsense and gets big sparkly eyes and she stims by bouncing and running in place. She wears an otter onesie. She snorts book pages. She gives so many hugs.

She is androgynous, and I learned I wanted to have that style too. I saw Reaching Out and thought she looked so cool. I cut my hair and started dressing more androgynous and was so happy with that. It was inspired by Luz.

She ignores every binary. She wears a suit AND a skirt to Grom and it looks horrible but it’s HER. She has a derpy technicolor Palisman that shapeshifts. She is bisexual and she came out with an animated slideshow and a portmanteau couple name like the cringe silly icon she is.

She is so ADHD and she runs around and does the wildest impulsive things and she has volume control issues and she has a self insert Mary Sue based off her favorite fictional character, and now she’s going to battle an evil Christian colonialist in cosplay because she’s that cool.

She rediscovered a whole damn magic system and invented a bunch of spells and built an inter dimensional portal door in her backyard and she played a centuries old emperor like a fiddle and she saved so many people but she can’t even see it she doesn’t KNOW.

Her story means so much to me, her journey of being an outcast and feeling guilty for doing poor in school when she knows she can put her all into “waste of time” things like learning fantasy languages and hobbies like taxidermy. She let me forgive myself for failing college.

I didn’t truly forgive myself until I saw TTT and I cried the whole night realizing I can finally let go of that guilt.Just like Luz must learn. Seeing her find friends and family, and realizing her core wish is to be understood provides me so much comfort.

I’ve never known any character that made me feel so represented. Things that I used to be ashamed of, that Luz does too, I now feel positively about. I am so much softer on myself since I saw Luz make similar mistakes.

And her worst traits, that tendency toward self blame and keeping her guilt inside instead of confiding, made me reflect on my own tendency to do it, and I have worked hard to break this cycle. I see how harmful it is, not only to me, but loved ones, and I am changing.

My self esteem is higher now, I am forgiving of my disability, I feel safe to be a chaotic and silly mess, to be more androgynous, to get super cringey about fandom, and to reach out and confide in others. I have hope of finding people who I connect and feel at home with, like Luz did.

She is the cringiest little silly and also the most badass fucking LEGEND I’ve ever seen on screen. Luz Noceda the perfect icon. I am so grateful she exists. The ultimate character. Luz Noceda.

[reminiscentreader]

@nqds you thought I wouldnt actually do it 🤭😘

Reasons why I love nads (500 words) (actually 611 but who cares)

Ok so firstly the reasons I’m writing this is to a) spite nads and b) because I love her, I really really don’t know where to start with you nads i srsly love you so so much but I guess I’m breaking down into extreme detail my favorite things about you, i guess I’ll start with how beautiful you are and get into the deeper stuff later, first of all you have the most beautiful eyes ever, there brown colour just has something so comforting about them that makes me feel so safe and happy, I’d do anything to see them in real life one day, or to hug you, I don’t really mind I’ll take either, but your hair looks so shiny?!? Like it looks so smooth and amazing, my ratty hair could never. Ok now I’ve talked about how amazingly beautiful you are I want to talk about how happy you make me, you honestly make me so so happy nads, whenever we talk I have the biggest most stupidest grin on my face ever, you’d probably say I’m pathetic for wanting for you to love me but idc because I love you and you make me so so happy, you deserve to be loved, not just loves, but you deserve everything from a hot chocolate and a snuggly blanket to a perfect life, In my eyes you are quite literally an angel in disguise, kind of like my own personal angel though, anyway next I’ve compiled a list of song lyrics I’d like to dedicate to you, my little Christmas tree:

‘Long live all the mountains we moved I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.”

“But if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children some day, when they point to the pictures, please tell them

My name’

‘To you I can admit, that I’m just to soft for all of it’

‘We survived the great war’

‘You’ve been stressed out lately yeah me too’

‘I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm’

‘Family that I chose’

Ok that bit of my speech was done, now for the really soppy cheesy bit, I love you so so much, you are quite literally the best friend I’ve ever had, you make me happy and I feel safe when I talk to you, there’s not a lot of people in my life who I can talk to, definitely not any people I’d talk to the way I talk to you, I don’t know how you put up with my sensitive bullshit all the time, and my unfunny jokes, and my random rants, and my horrible writing skills and punctuation, but you do, you do all the time ans you never ever complain, have I ever told you that I read your blog like a morning newspaper, every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is go onto to tumblr and like all the posts you made while I was asleep, plus ur so cool I don’t know what possessed you to become friends with someone like me but I’m so so so glad you did, I have never ever loved someone as much as I love you, you can call this the cringiest thing you’ve ever seen but idc because you need this, I want nothing more than for you to be happy, you don’t even need to love me as much as I love you, but you will always be my best friend, my little Christmas tree, my nadsies, I love so so much <3

[crescencestudio]

Hello there! It is me, again. I never really know how to start asks, aha.

During my first play through, I at first got attached to Fenir and Kuna’a(surprise surprise, the two probably most popular characters), but during my other ones where I unlocked all but the two Faes’ dates, I actually found myself really liking Kayn? Which really surprised me for some reason. Usually, I don’t get attached to the flirtier LIs, but I have apparently gotten attached to Kayn.

What also helped me get attached to Kayn was your tumblr! One, was when an anon asked what the LI’s mbti would be, and you said Kayn would be an ENFP, which surprised me a little at first, but then it made a lot more sense. The other was the LI’s reaction to puns and how Kayn would make even worse ones back.

For the MBTI, I’m actually an INFP, so we’re rather similar in that aspect. For puns, ooooh boy. I freaking love puns. And I feel like we’d both just fuel each other’s fire in making the cringiest puns making everyone around us suffer while we’re both probably on the floor laughing.

My favorite thing about the potential dynamic though is just how oblivious I am. You see an oblivious character and think “There is no way anyone is that oblivious.” It’s me. I’m that character. But only towards how others perceive me. I’m quite perceptive of all but that.

Kayn frequently using pet names(darling, dear, love), reminds me so much of this one time a friend who had a crush on me started calling me them and I still didn’t get the hint(I did think it was kinda weird that they started out of nowhere though). I just think that that is so funny.

Also, I’m glad you liked my rambling and thoughts on how I interpreted the characters with the VA’s voices! I’m rather nervous when I send long/longer asks cause of that not so little thing called anxiety. I also don’t frequently send things off of anon because of anxiety, but I wanted to get an notif for when you decide to reply/answer

Ah, anyways. I think that’s all for this ask? You’re doing amazing, and I hope to see Alaris grow! Remember to hydrate and what not!

Hi again!

I’m laughing because Fenir and Kuna’a indeed are the two most popular LMAO. BUT I’m glad to hear about the Kayn love!!!!! I actually thought Kayn would be more popular going into the game’s release, so I was surprised Kuna’a was the most popular with Fenir and not Kayn.

Kayn is a really fun and playful partner, which I think gets overshadowed by their flirtiness. But I’m glad to hear even tho they’re not typically your type, you are still attached to them! Flirty types can be hard to write, I think—I’ve noticed they’re a hit or miss in the VN community. Some people love the trope and some ppl hate it.

I personally think flirting can be fun (not that I’m a very flirty person myself lmao)!! It doesn’t have to be a bunch of sexual jokes/innuendos; it can also be cheesy pick up lines, witty banter, corny compliments, etc., and I hope that comes through with Kayn <3

Also, fun fact but your inner two MBTI letters (e.g., NF) are basically very core to you and how you process the world. The outer two (e.g., IJ) are more behavioral. But basically, if your two inner MBTI letters are the same as someone else’s, you will probably get along well! For legal purposes, this is not professional counseling advice.

Thank you again for the ask and sweet message! I have my water next to me as I answer this hehe.

[myloveforjiminnnnnnn]

A Taste Of Home.

Flashback:

Jimin’s pov:

It was the last day of high school, I was finally graduating, I want to leave this sick place as soon as possible, especially these imbeciles.

See I’ve always been the popular guy, I host parties, play soccer, and I even play basketball, I’m also a rich kid, but the thing is, I was never planning on going to college to be a famous soccer player like I told all my friends, and never will.

I wanna be a famous chef, the kind of chef you have to pay millions, or thousands just to have a bite, the kind where you melt as soon as you taste my food, I’ve been cooking ever since I was 9. And god do I love it.

It’s like my own twisted sick passion that I can’t get enough of, I would cook for my friends but I pretend to act dumb since I’ve realized exactly why, that would be a dumb idea.

The only two people who know are Taehyung, and Jungkook. Mostly because we’ve been friends since we were babies and also because we all wanna be chefs, we plan on heading to Seoul to peruse our dreams and all, as soon as this school day ends. And it couldn’t hurry up and just end.

I was tapping my pencil, since today was the last day, and since we had graduation. For some reason I was watching this girl, I didn’t know who she was or what she planned on doing when she was older, I leaned a bit, not to far up, and saw her name tag, “Kim, Y/n” hm. Who the hell is this?

She had siren cat eyes, and she had delicate hands, ones I imagined myself as the perfect hands to cook with, her hands were very steady, and thin. Her hair was down, curled, and she had a pencil in her hand, drawing the waves of an ocean?

*Beep*

Time to leave this hell hole.

End of flashback:

Y/n pov:

It had been almost 4 years since I’ve been back to Busan after college, I was a full time model for Calvin and Klein, and a painter on the side, I painted nude models, I liked seeing them nervous. That’s weird I know. I’ve also did some acting here and there, in hit tv shows. Barely any movies.

My mom, and dad have been asking me since last month if I could come back down to Busan, I was now in Seoul, and one I just couldn’t stand going back to that hell hole, two I just didn’t have the courage to.

But I made my manager cancel all of my plans for two weeks, because I was finally going back. There’s nothing wrong with going back for the holidays… right? My brother Hoseok promised he’d tag along too (he’s my half brother, we’re related through our mom) Hoseok had made it in life as rapper, he was very rich, even though he had a net worth of 50 million I had a net worth of 82 million. I could tell it bothered him, but it never really affected anything.

Hoseok, usually goes by hobi, so I’m gonna call him that, hobi was wearing the CRINGIEST sweater ever, he got in the car annoyed as always as I sped off on my way to Busan.

“What’s wrong with you now?” I said, trying to contain the laughter fading to come out if I looked at his angry face once more. “Mom’s making me wear this stupid sweater! Hey?! Where’s yours!” He said angrily.

“Calm down weirdo, I’m wearing a long sleeve white shirt right now, the sweater is in the backseat.” I said chuckling, he grumbled, making sure I wasn’t lying, checking for himself.

He finally got outve his mood, and we started dancing and bumping to music, and singing, and talking.

“Hey? Y’know that Park Jimin dude?” He said, with a questionable grin, I look at him a bit confused and speak, “don’t think so” hobi’s grin grows wider. “We went to school with him! He was in your math class”

It finally clicked, I speak with a jumpy tone “I know him! He used to seem like he couldn’t wait to leave the school” hobi laughed, “looks like he’s back in town too.” I shrug but I hit the brakes while we were in the middle of nowhere when hobi spoke an again, “with Jin”. “JIN? LIKE MY COUSIN JIN?” You said with a shaky breath.

Wasn’t Jin staying with us too!? Mom didn’t tell me they were bringing a friend.

“Well, this is gonna be awkward” Hobi states quietly, you start driving again. “How? He’s just a cook, he’s not nearly as famous as us.” You nudge his arm.

“He crushed on you for 2 years after he saw you on the last day of high school.” Hobi said almost above a whisper. “HE WHAT?!” Hobi jumped a bit when I said that, sorry… “I mean, when I went to college, Jin and jimin were roommates. And Jin said he couldn’t stop talking about you.”

You start driving steadily again. I mean he was hot, but I’m sure he’s matured by now, and it was just a young adult crush… right? “Hobi it wouldn’t have been awkward until you told me!” You scold him.

“I’m sorry! I just had to get that off my chest.. I’ve been holding that in for 2 years… you know I can’t keep secrets.” He says in a sorry tone.

“Whatever, he’s just a chef. Nothing special.” Hobi scoffs. “Yes there is. He’s got millions of women chasing him, sending him letters, and you’re not worried we’re all gonna be in the SAME house?!” Hobi says, you look at him, side eyeing him, as you guys finally reach the city of Busan.

“Well, I’m not worried, if you aren’t worried.” I said trying to let him know nothing is going to happen. Hobi rolls his eyes, “y/n, you’re literally a fashion icon, not to mention. People would die to meet you to. I don’t see how, BUT! I just worry that you two will fall in love”

You look at him, I would never! Is he crazy?! “Hobi, what?” You werent even caring anymore, you just wanted to get to the unusually big home, yall grew up in as kids. “What I’m really saying is, you are not in the best position to be trying to fall in love, I mean, mom and dad still want you two together.”

By you two, he meant Suga. Or should I say Yoongi, there was nothing wrong with Yoongi. He was funny, cute, sweet, and, seductive. The problem was, he didn’t want kids… and of course i respected his decisions… by breaking up with him duh… he also didn’t respect boundaries. He also didn’t care about you, because you saw through his facade.

“Hobi, I’m not gonna do anything” hobi chuckled at me, “just don’t get pregnant” “HOBI” “ow, ow, I’m sorry you win okay!”

We finally got to the house.

Hobi looked at me confused, “where’s your sweater” he said, a bit with attitude. “I’m not putting it on duce face” I said, arguing back. “I will tell mom you threw it out the window on the way down here.” I gasp at his words. “YOU WOULDNT!” He nods, I grab the sweater, “can we at least just take them off and make sure jimin isn’t here” he rolls his eyes, and takes his sweater off, revealing his tight black shirt muscles hid beneath.

“Someone’s getting fit.” I nudged him as our boots crunched in the snow, he laughed. And nudged me back, “someone’s got a modeling body” I laughed at his words, “just trying to catch up to my sister” I laughed again at what he said.

You two entered the house, “MOM?” Jin instead came running up to me, hugging me and twirling me in the air. “I said mom!” I giggled in the air, he put me down, “how’s the little Calvin Klein model doing?!” He asked, “okay.” He nodded and moved onto hobi, “HOWS MY FAVORITE RAPPER?!” Jin said loudly, obviously proud of hobi, hobi whispered, “you make things so awkward man”

Jimin came behind Jin, muscular than he was in high school, hotter, fairer, and a chef. “If it isn’t the Ms.Kim herself.. nice to meet you, I’m jimin.” He gave me a warm smile, it was cute and nice. “Nice to meet you too, jimin, is it?” He nodded at your question and went to my brother, Jin was still praising him, I laughed and walked to the living room.

It’d been years since you stood in front of that very fireplace. You walk a bit more, and the doors to your old art studio stood in front of you, opened, your mother was always proud of your work, she always scolded you for not being a full time artist, you always giggled at her.

Paintings from 5-7 years ago stood in that very room, some of them finished, some of them still unfinished. You sat down in your chair, that had wheels and spun around. And the big window you used to paint until you reached perfection. The view of the river, a few miles out.

You look at the skylights, and everything around you. It amazed you how much you used to paint, your father walks in the room with a cup of coffee greyed, still fit, he only gained a little weight, his oily skin, but it was from his ‘skincare routine’ “I see you’re looking at the paintings.”

You nod, smiling at him, god… time has passed, “dad, how are you.” You smile and walk up and hug him. And he hugs you back, “honey, I’ve been great. I’ve been missing my step son, and my real daughter though.” He said chuckling. “So, why’d you let Jin’s friend stay” you ask confused.

He chuckled, “the boy is an amazing cook, and plus, we both know you’re old man, and you’re dumb nut brother aren’t gonna help you and you’re mother cook this year, and we wanted to keep it small this year… you could’ve brought a friend too…” he shrugged off what he just said you shake your head and smiled.

“Well I’m gonna settle in” he nodded and we both walked out. I reach the stairs in front of my room and I see jimin, talking to someone on the phone, “Jeon Jungkook! You do NOT mess that dinner up, and you tell TAEHYUNG he has to cook the steaks MEDIUM WELL. You guys know nothing when I’m not there! I’m on vacation for once! Don’t fuck this up for me!” He says in a low enough angry voice before taking a deep breath.

I pretend I didn’t hear that, I walk to my room passing him. He tilted his head at me. “Hey y/n”. I mentally cursed myself before I turned around, “yes?” I said anxiously, thank god I lied a lot to my parents. There was no way he could see how anxious I was.

“Where exactly is the bathroom.” I shake my head, you might wanna go to the one downstairs, between Jin and hobi, there’s no hope for that bathroom.” I smile before turning away and walking to my room and he notices the bathroom by my door, inside my room.

“Do you mind if I just use yours?” I turn around cursing myself again. “Sure? Why not” he smiled, and walked past me to go pee, sigh before I turned on my fireplace and my tv, I sat down on my bed and I felt tension in my neck I slowly rolled my neck and then I head a voice.

“Need help?” He smiled at me. Gosh, not right now, I liked rewarding myself for getting the tension out my neck. I couldn’t resist… “sure…”

He sat on my bed, and the bed sank, he started working on my neck, damn he was good, oh my god, he started kneeing into it, and my neck finally released the tension, I let him know it was out.

“Thanks” I said with a half smile before turning my night light off. Jimin nodded, and walked back to the door to leave. But he turned around to say something to you. “Do you care if I just use your restroom to get ready and everything?? I promise I’ll be quiet” I nodded. Dammit y/n, it’s NO!

He smiled and spoke again, “I’ll just let you know, I take a shower at 5 am, try not to use the restroom during 5? Hm?” He smiled, I nodded again. Barely listening. What was his deal on using MY bathroom. Bullshit.

I woke up at 5 am, damn, what the hell is that noise?! The shower is running? Who the hell is in my shower?! Oh no… did someone break in?

(This is how slow you are when you first wake up)

Just as you were about to open the door realization hit, and you hurried up and jumped back in bed when you heard the door open a few minutes later, you barley opened one eye, you know, the kind nobody could notice?!

I looked at the person, secretively, they were only in a towel, and it sounded like that husky, manly, light hearted voice. Jimin.

“Aishhh, I forgot my clothes.” He has the towel wrapped around his waist,

He looked at me and tilted his head, the clock was ticking on my digital alarm clock, “how is she still that beautiful??” He said examining my face.

That made you cringe BADLY. You wanted cover your face up and laugh hysterically, but you were, ‘asleep’.

He held his hand to his chin, still smiling, “should I remove my clothes” no! No! No! God don’t do that, you wanted to say aloud, did he know you were awake. “Oh, y/nnnnnnn” he said loudly, but softly. “I know you’re awake”

You still didn’t budge, he grunted and looked at the clock. “That coffee maker is too fancy… I don’t know how to work it please wake up… I can’t survive without coffee” he shook you.

God, this man. “I’m up” you said grumpily, you jumped at the sight of his abs, and his v line, god, was he perfect. “Oh sorry, here, let me dress, and I need you to show me how to work the coffee maker.” He said softly, and forcefully sat me up.

I sat up scratching my head, in the silky floral, tank top, with lace at the top and the silky shorts to match. “Ughhhh” you groaned, he was rolling his sweater sleeve up, with the turtle neck, it was red, and he had a silver Rolex on, with black glasses, and black dress pants on, with black dress shoes.

“That’s no Christmas spirit” he said, smiling, with a laugh. “Couldn’t you have asked hobi?” I said, still grumpy. “He refused to get up and said you drink tea every morning.” He shrugged.

“Jimin, that has nothing to do with coffee” he shrugged, “close enough.”

He waited for me to get up, I groaned and put my slippers on, my white socks, I opened my door walking past him, he smelt like strong cologne.

We walked down the stairs to the kitchen, the newly renovated kitchen.

“Do your parents renovate their kitchen every 4 years?” He asked, I snapped my head to him while I grabbed a mug. “How’d you know?”

He chuckles, “my parents do the same. And I can tell.” He smiles, I give him a half smile and start his coffee while I balance myself on the counter still sleepy, the sun hadn’t even risen, and I was still sleepy.

“So when did you start modeling.” You look at him a little weird, “how’d you know that?” I asked confused. “You’re on billboards.” He said, reassuring. You did a little sigh.

“I don’t know, just one day i hired a manager, and started modeling, and some acting.” He nodded at you, his coffee was ready, he sipped it and smiled.

“Thanks” he smiled, you were about to leave but he said something. “So you’re a painter? Right?” He smiled. You knew he meant your old art studio, and if he asked you to paint him, you would have to explain you only do nude paintings now… and you still haven’t confessed to your parents about that.

“Yeah, that’s just old work though” you scratched your head, he smiled again, before he sipped his coffee again, and he spoke, after taking a sip. “What kind of work do you do now?”

You almost choked at that, was he interrogating you? Does he know? What was his purpose in knowing? “Just… you know… art.” He tilted his head, and narrowed his eyes.

“That’s it?” He asked, “yeah.” You said a bit nervously, he shook his head, “what do you like to paint.” He asked instead… “people” you asked, that was it. Please don’t ask me anything else.

“That’s pretty cool… you should paint me one time” you calmly pressed your lips together… “so here’s the thing…” he sat his mug on the counter and waited, “I only do nude work” his eyes widened a bit, and he stumbled a bit, after balancing himself from the counter he was leaning on.

“Oh! Well, I don’t mind” he replied, fuck, I do not need to paint some naked chef at all. “Y/n, me, hobi, and Jin, planned on getting in some last minute Christmas shopping, like wrapping paper, cards, etc.” he paused and spoke again, “care to join along?” He asked calmly, you replied——

“Sure, why not.” He smiled and nodded, you saw the sun rising, I better go wake hobi up you thought to yourself. “I’m gonna go wake up hobi.” He nodded. I smiled, and ran up the stairs. You barged in Hobi’s room.

You took the covers off and he was in his blue pajamas, silk of course, you shook him furiously forcing him to get up.

“YAH! What are you doing demon!!!” He questioned, loudly, “Forcing you to WAKE UP!” You yelled! “Ow! Ow! I’m up!” He yelled as you pinched him. “Wanna tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t suffocate you right now! FOR TELLING JIMIN TO WAKE ME UP FOR COFFEE!” You whisper yelled the last part.

“Because you love me?” He said with a sense of hope, you groaned and got off of him, “it’s like six-thirty am, I’m not getting up” he said grumpily. “Hobi I will choke you” you said, he sat up quickly with a grunt.

“Come on and get ready, we’re going walking” you said angrily. Hobi looked at you, and said, “there’s no way you’re my younger sister, you’re too BOSSY!” “Yah!” You chased him around with a slipper around his room until Jin walked in.

“Will you two stop it?!” Jin groaned rubbing his puffy eyes, Jimin walked in turning the light on. “What happens in the span of five minutes?” He looked at the bed sheets on the ground, one of my slippers across the room, and the pillow on the dresser hanging on the tv.

“You don’t wanna know.” Hobi said catching his breath. “I heard something about a walk?” Jin said, “so you were listening” I said annoyed. He shrugged, “can we tag along” you rubbed the back of your neck, “see, it’s kindve a sibli-.”

Hobi hit your back, “yeah of course, but bring boots?” They both smiled and left at Hobi’s comment, “why would you do that?” Hobi groaned, “because, Jin is like an annoying kid, and won’t leave you alone until you do. No point in saying no.” He groaned and pushed you out.

I scoffed, whatever, you walk over to your room, and get dressed, black leggings, boots, white socks, grey sweater, brown jacket, and a black and white bucket hat. You come outve your room to see jimin wearing the same clothes except with a long black jacket, and black glasses. The same as yours.

I walk down the stairs and jimin walked behind me, he’s gonna be cold, just one jacket? Weirdo. Hobi and Jin were waiting for us, “yah! What took you two so long?”, Jin said, you glared, and Hobi scoffed at us. Whatever. Jin and Hobi end up walking in front of us. Leaving us two.

I enjoy the fresh winter smell, our boots crunching in the snow, the garden around us, covered in snow, the pond, barely frozen over. God do I miss this. “This is nice.” Jimin said, your head snapped towards his, you didn’t realized he kept up with your slow pace, I thought he already left me.

“Yeah” you said with a bit of smile, you keep walking, and he speaks again, “Y/n, can I ask you something?” He asks me. Here we fucking go. Gosh, what now.

“Hm?” You answer, “why didn’t you just become a full time painter?” You tilted your head. “Well, i couldn’t answer that with full honesty… cause im never honest with myself about it” you shrug. He shooks his head, “I just don’t get it, modeling and acting over painting? You’d rather have cameras flashing everywhere you go? Instead of painting a peaceful river?”

You shrugged, why did he care anyway. “Yeah? So?” You replied. He stopped us both. “What I mean is you’d rather be called, ‘the venom to the industry’ ‘the villain of Korea’ ‘the ace’, and model for Calvin and Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, and Chanel? Than paint a river? The moon?” He said.

You crossed your arms, “I do what I do for the same reasons you cook, why does it matter to you?” You ask. “So you like this?” You nod. “It’s my life jimin. This is life, reality. And nothing will change that.” You said. He sighed, and we started walking again.

we kept walking silently, until we reached Jin and Hobi, Jin saw the angry look on your face. “Yah! Hobi, me and y/n are gonna take left, yall take right, let’s all meet at the fountain.” Hobi nods and shrugs. We continue walking. “Whats with the look” Jin asked.

“Jimin was asking me questions why I’m a model, and why I act, and why I didn’t paint” Jin laughs. “Not funny.” You said grumpy. “Maybe because he was obsessed with you for a while, maybe he wanted you to be that artist, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the public eye wanting you.” Jin said. “Oddly specific” you replied back.

“Wait? How’d you know I knew he used to be obsessed with me?” You asked. “Hobi told me. Boy can’t hold water” we both laugh. And suddenly we run into jimin and hobi. “Can we go shopping now?” Jimin asked complaining. Jin chuckles and nods and we head to the house.

Once we get inside we’re all just kindve standing there, waiting for Jin to get his scarf. “So jimin your a chef?” Hobi asked. “Yeah.” Jimin replied. “Is your food like… amazing?” I hit hobi in his arm, jimin laughed, “yes some would say yes.” He smiled.

Jin came downstairs, “everyone ready” “omg, literally yes” I replied, and we all headed out walking, hobi went to the car, “I don’t wanna walk!” Hobi complained, “don’t be a wuss” I replied, he glared, and catched up to us. “The store is literally down the street” I said he shrugged.

We got in the store and I separated from them, looking by myself, I saw an ornament with angel wings and decided to buy it for our grandmother, I bought some last minute cards to.

I look over and see a pastry, they had croissants and a lot of pastries, plus it was right across the street. And Jimin was nowhere to be found. And Hobi and Jin were in their own world.

I paid for my things and hurried to the pastry shop, and it was beautiful, a woman, from France was in there, she had paintings, and flowers hanged everywhere, wooden floors, and the glass that protected the pastry’s, had flowers painted on it.

I asked her for a chocolate croissant, she nodded and gave me 3??! “Oh no ma’am! I meant one!”

She smiled at me, “don’t worry about it dear. I’m fixing to close shop for the day, and for the rest of the month to head back to France, for Christmas” she smiled, “anything else? It’s on the house? How about a hot chocolate?” I nodded quickly and she fixed me a cup. I smiled back.

I suddenly look behind me to see jimin smiling at a table. What was he doing here. I ignored him and walked out the pastry shop. “Wait Y/n-.” The pastry shop woman looked confused.

“Y/n, why aren’t you eating in there?” I shrug, “idk… do you want me to?” He nodded quickly. And pulled me back inside. His cheeks and nose red from the cold… so cute.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

[love-is-complicated]

i still think about him.

trigger warnings: domestic violence, swearing, self injury.

Yeah, he was a piece of shit. He was abusive, mentally and physically. I gave 5 years of my life to him, some might say “the best years” of my life. I went back to him time and time again, I try to only remind myself of the bad things, but sometimes I can’t help to think about all the great times. The times that made me feel so happy. Times when we shared a bed, made a place a home, stuck together in the roughest times of both of our lives. Then he decides to leave when he’s got a better life? When he gets a good job? When I’m going through a rough time of my own dealing with self-harm recovery? I’ve been a year and a half clean no thanks to him. Then my mind wonders back to when he’d rub the scars on my thighs and kiss them, when he woke up in the middle of the night and held me and cried because he had a nightmare about me dying, when we rode horses and my horse got spooked and almost ran me into a barbed wire fence and he rushed over checking my legs to see if I’d gotten hurt. Those are the memories I can rid myself of… like our first date, just awkward kids, he held my hand as we waited for the movie to start.

when I started wearing contacts and not glasses and we got back together and he didn’t see me with glasses for months, then I ran out of contacts and had to wear them, he looked at me and smiled “there’s the pookie bear I remember falling in love with” yeah we even had the cringiest nickname for each other. These things haunt me at night, I can’t help but miss feeling emotions I didn’t even know I had. I’ve tried with other people, but I can’t be comfortable with them like I could with him. Maybe that’s what I really miss, comfort. I do miss him sometimes tho, his crooked smile, the weirdest sounds he’d make teasing me, that stupid stubble he refused to shave off, how he could convince me to do the craziest things the courage he gave me, the confidence I gained from him just loving me, how he was anxious around large crowds but went to prom with me regardless, but he didn’t know me. He’ll never know me like I know him, I know everything about him, every silly little goofy thing about him. He didn’t love me like I loved him and I know that. Still hurts regardless. I’m not a caring person, matter of a fact I think I may be slightly a narcissistic. I never get to know people, their hopes and dreams, I couldn’t careless. I pick up basic stuff from it being repeated, but with him… with him I wanted to know everything, I wanted to show him love, I’d never loved before. It felt right to show him that love, and I wish it would’ve done something to change his life. Sadly it didn’t, now here I am posting a stupid rant about this idiot that didn’t love me at 2am.

one day I’ll be okay, and it’s okay that it’s not today or tomorrow. I’ll get there and I’ll be happy that it’s just the memories I have left of him in my life. One day that’ll be enough. I won’t forget, but it won’t hurt like it does now.

-yours truly, love is complicated.

[razorblade180]

Dunno if this was asked before but what inspired/made you want to make a whole Jaune x RWBY ship multiverse?

First of all, I’m a multi shipper.

Second, I’ve made it somewhat known that I don’t particularly enjoy the way a majority (not all) of people treat Jaune in fanfiction when it comes to relationships. Most are very self insert to an insane degree or treat him like generic male protag and it’s a bit frustrating because he has a defined personality and varying emotions. I’m not saying it’s bad to work outside of those things but so many fics completely disregard those elements.

Then it only makes it worse when they put him with multiple people and there’s no true difference in how he acts towards them or how they handle his personality. One of the cringiest things I’ve said but still stand by is “I’m not a Jaune Arc fan. I’m a Jaune Arc enthusiast.” 💀

What I love about a lot of his different ships is the fact he would act different around any given one and they would tackle his insecurities and qualities differently. Ya know, like a real relationship. I just really like showing that off because they’re all pretty nice to me and even writing arguments between couples is very important to me as well the differences between what might make Ruby cry would just make Blake petty. Then it’s a real treat when aus converse with one another and people can read the differences in how Team RWBY acts and even how the worlds vary because of who people may get with or don’t.

[seventhmoonforreal]

This- this might be the silliest, cringiest, stupidest thing I’ve ever done. But if you know me you’ll know im a child at heart, I love cute things and I love toys. So while trying to sleep, the other day I found an old commercial of these 90s toys — the Bearable Bears!! — which were these little velvety bear shaped toys that came with a bottle. There were different types: the classic ones who cried when hungry, snored when sleeping and said “I wuv you” randomly, the scented ones, those ones containing a jewel, and my personal faves: the ones who gave you kisses when you’d hold them next to your cheek 🥲🥲🥲🥲

.

They reissued these lil toys and idk what to think. The cutest ones to me are those ones with a heart shaped light on their belly, that has the peculiarity of changing colour whenever you kiss it 💖

.

Back to business, I made these.

Who’s your fave??

Also, i plan on buying some fabric on Sunday I might sew a doll of one of these~

[siflshonen]

Hey I just read your most recent chapter of your Bk/Fuyumi work where you admit in the AN that you vent your frustrations about Deku's character. Do you think Deku is deserving of Bk's love and attention? I can feel the affection you have for Bk's character throughout your works but you seem to have more complicated feelings about Deku. Other than enjoying their dynamic, do you kind of wish Bk was obsessed over someone more deserving than Deku (assuming you don't think Deku is deserving)?

The fic in question: I Want What I Don’t Deserve

My feelings for Izuku are complicated because I have more in common with Izuku (particularly his extremely specific form of interpersonal naïveté) than I do Bakugo, especially when I was younger. I think a lot of people, myself included, tend to be more critical of things that more closely mirror the self and things they don’t like about the self. In the case of Izuku, I see him consistently making a very big mistake I’ve made repeatedly when it comes to my own Bakugos, if you will, and it’s hard to watch.

When I was first introduced to MHA, the person who sat me down to watch it tried to convince me to do so through the appeal of Izuku as a character. And I did like him! I though he was kind and earnest and clever and benevolent and immediately took a shine to him. But… I guess because I have watched enough classic shonen I immediately turned to my friend at the end of episode one and said, “That one. Bakugo. I think… there’s something he’s not saying. I think there’s something Izuku doesn’t understand here. I think… he’s going to be my favorite. Yes, it’s him. I’m sure. It’s him.” It was sort of like looking at someone and realizing you already knew them before you’d met.

Basically, this meant that on first viewing of the series I was essentially watching Izuku (and a lot of the young fandom and arguably even some of the anime directors in some cases) misunderstand or disregard key things about Bakugo. In DVK2, I was SHOCKED not that Katsuki felt the way that he did, but that Izuku HAD TO BE TOLD THIS or that his admissions shocked ANYONE in the fandom. I was shocked that Uraraka had to explain to Izuku how Bakugo might feel if the class came to rescue him. Shocked that Izuku he thought he could just hold out his hand to Kota and expect Kota to accept him. On my read through the manga, these kinds of feeling intensified. I felt more sympathy for Izuku during stuff like DvK1, but also had to wince as Katsuki shattered but still kept coming to school to put his best and cringiest foot forward every day after that despite knowing that the class, thanks to Momo, had insight into his and Izuku’s personal issues, which pretty much humiliated him.

Do I think Izuku is “worthy” of Bakugo’s time and attention? That’s a nasty question for me to face because the answer is NO. NO I DO NOT. At least, not YET. He will be, but not yet.

It makes me crazy inside that Bakugo’s whole life is wound around Izuku - Izuku’s opinion of him (this is Bakugo’s own doing), differentiating himself from Izuku (also an issue born from Bakugo himself, but still the emotional toll is heavy), minding Izuku’s standing of childhood friend (which implies Bakugo has a certain level of responsibility towards him, though in the west this is less of a consideration and in the East can be seen as a positive), getting along with Izuku specifically as a condition for following his dream, Izuku’s One for All secret (which was, until shared and even after in some ways, a binding and choking thing in my opinion), Izuku’s needs, Izuku’s training, atonement towards Izuku, Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.

This is a very selfishly Western way of looking at the preservation of their extremely important relationship, I am aware, but I empathize with the situation of someone getting sucked into an existing relationship and never being able to escape it. So that’s where I’m coming from whenever I read this manga.

That said, the manga highlights that Bakugo is appreciative of the class as a whole as his friends (not that the boys all necessarily understand what he means in his “you’re all my rivals” comment, but whatever, Bakugo is still happy to have ‘em) and that makes me happy… even though I still want him to have more than just the rather limiting in-group of Hero students. I wish it in the way a friend or parent might wish for someone to have the absolute best of everything and anything even when it likely isn’t possible or reasonable to want such a thing for them. He’s my favorite and I want him to have the world.

But, even with that said, I don’t want Bakugo to be obsessed with anyone else to the same degree as he is with Izuku. I don’t think he could be, and I wouldn’t have any positive feelings whatsoever if Katsuki became so fixated on anyone else. Because while I said I didn’t think Izuku is worthy, I also specified that I don’t think he is worthy YET. But he will be. He’s the only one who COULD be worthy. He’s getting there. He’s getting there.

I believe in him.

[interdimensionaltravels]

Ever craved something spicy? How about something so spicy that’s enjoyable but scares the nice guys away? Or makes a chaotic family member behave? Well you’re in luck! Let’s make the La Bomba!

I made this once in a bout of depression. I was at one of my lowest points in my life. I had entered medical school and Marie and Alexis at this point in time had left for greater things. My dad, in sensing my sadness… bought me a cookbook. I learned to cook so many dishes. In the past, I’ve always looked through his books of ancient Mesopotamian recipes and through time, recreated a majority of them successfully! The dishes in this book were a little easier to follow, and I enjoyed them as much! And eventually decided to make my own. I figured I need to “spice up my life” like the Spice Girls said, so I added lots of pepper and crumbled sausages.. Thus, La Bomba was born!

I love my father very much. Even if I’ve chosen a different path in life, he’s begrudgingly proud of me. However, there are times where he irritates me, particularly when he complains about a certain Serena. Whenever I hear him playing victim, I have the bowl ready. When he’s being stubborn, I also have the bowl ready. He knows what’s coming :).

My friend Dr S. Frost has been having a problem for a while now. While Cipher Spy has proven to be quite a gentleman, a troubling “nice guy” named Flex has been coming into her inbox, trying to flirt with her in the cringiest way possible. Like seriously, it is so cringe. God I want to yeet him so far. So far, me and the others have been making fun of him, as there’s no way he can actually get a date from her. But let’s take it to another step and make him see if he’s worth his bragging rights or right to “flex”!

Ingredients:

1 large onion, diced

2-4 whole cloves of garlic, roasted

3 large tomatoes, roasted and sliced

1 large red bell pepper

1 pack of Premio Sweet Italian Sausage

1 tbsp of red pepper flakes

1 tbsp of basil

3 tbsps of chili powder (I use Thai for a kick!)

One small can of tomato paste

1 cup of red wine

1 box of Rotini

Directions:

Slice the tomatoes and pepper and peel garlic. Put in a tray lined with foil and drizzle well with olive oil. Roast at 400 degrees Fahrenheit for 15-20 minutes.

Meanwhile, chop up the onions and take the skin off the sausages. Once skin is off, pound it and use your hand to mush them together into a lump.

Turn on stove and drizzle olive oil, then drop in diced onions. When slightly translucent, add in sausages and use what you got (wooden spoon or ladle* to separate it into smaller chunks. Basically fry them until sausages are slightly burnt or brown.

Once tomatoes, pepper and garlic are done roasting, put them in a blender and blend until smooth.

While you’re browning the sausage, fill a pot with water and wait for it to boil. Once boiling, add your pasta and let it boil for 7-8 minutes.

Once the sausage is browned, add in tomato paste, chili powder and red pepper flakes. Then add wine. Stir until alcohol has completely cooked.

Add in sauce mixture and mix until well incorporated. Then add 1 cup of pasta water and stir well until sauce is thick. Add pasta and mix unless you’re making something Instagram worthy. In that case, add it separately

There we go! That should serve about 5-6 servings! :)))) SUFFER FLEX >:)))

- mini bungus Dr Muffin

@tf2husbandryofficial