#this scratched my brain in such a lovely way

[robertsfloyd]

present part 3 please!!! I’m frothing at the mouth already 😩😩😩

Present

oscar piastri hasn't presented yet. everybody around him has, you have, but he hasn't. there he is, stuck feeling all too human. until your heat begins, that is

part one part two

warnings: 18+, abo dynamics, blood, biting, smut, rut, heat, knotting

okay but this is the last one (if you want more alpha oscar, my requests are open ;))

your teeth sank into oscar's flesh.

you didn't know how you had gotten into this position, you on top of him, legs trapping him beneath you. your omega growls were fucking adorable, scratched oscar's brain in the right way.

he held your hips, tried to keep you still on top of him. but you were an omega in heat, and that was near impossible. you nosed at his scent gland, another growl pulled from your lips.

oscar tipped his head back. a submissive pose for an alpha; you loved it. you opened your mouth, teeth grazing his skin where you mark should be, where your claim should be. where your claim would be.

your teeth sank into oscar's flesh.

he released a cry, his back arching but you pushed him down. yours. your alpha. and now the world would know it.

his grip on your hips tightened. "omega," he growled out in a way that wasn't your oscar. it was your alpha. your alpha in rut. and he needed you.

you released his shoulder, blood dripping from your teeth and into your mouth. looking down, you looked his shoulder, the skin was raw, angry, your bitemark, your claim. a triumphant smile crossed your face as you sat back.

"okay," oscar said, more lucid than you were. his hands moved to your back, arms wrapping around you, flipped you over and laid his body on top of yours.

you chirped at the weight of you alpha on top of you. parting your legs, you let him slip between them, his lips finding yours.

through his jeans, you could feel him. your nails clawed at his back, the only way your omega brain could think of displaying your neediness. because you did need him. you needed him right now. "alpha," you whined, locking your legs around him.

he seemed to take pity on you. but, when he pulled away, you released a cry and tried to tighten your grip on him. "easy," he mumbled and slipped his fingers beneath your shirt. his fingers on your skin, you released a dreamy sigh.

oscar pulled your shirt over his head. he grabbed his own shirt and pulled it over his head.

chest to chest, skin to skin. he kissed you again, moved his lips across your jaw, towards your neck.

your gasp was sharp when he bit down on your neck. teeth in your skin, leaving his mark, leaving his claim. you were his and he was yours.

you tried to use your feet to push his jeans down his legs. oscar released you, licked the blood from his own teeth and pulled away from you. you whined again, desperately reaching for him. "i'm coming back," he reassured you, not entirely sure you were taking his words in.

you were the first omega he had ever been with, after at.

dropping his jeans, he crawled back between your legs. he pulled your underwear off as best he could and pressed you against him. not inside of you, and that was so fucking unfair.

"alpha. alpha. alpha. alpha. alpha!"

it was like you had forgotten his name, forgotten how to say anything else but alpha.

his thumbs stroked over your stomach as he looked down at you. an omega in heat, he had never seen something so beautiful before. you were soaked, slick on your thighs, just begging for his knot.

he pushed inside of you.

your nails, once clawing at his back, stopped. your eyes went wide, head thrown back at the sheer size of him. big, all alphas were, but oscar was something else.

oh shit, you were so tight around him. gripping him, squeezing him, how could he last like this. his forehead hit your shoulder as he tried to move, as he tried to pull his cock out of your sopping cunt and push it back in.

he kissed your shoulder, a way to distract himself from just how good you felt. shit. he couldn't get enough of you.

he hit a rhythm and you released a whine. pushing his cock through your folds, hips snapping against your own. he kissed your neck as you held him, nails returning to scratch down his back, trying to claim your alpha in any way he could.

everybody would know he was claimed; everybody would know he was yours.

he was a new alpha, an inexperienced alpha. it wasn't a surprise when his knot started catching so soon. you were nowhere near ready to be done, but you could feel him, feel the way his knot inflated. he was going to be locked inside of you, and you couldn't wait.

oscar breathed. he still rutted into you, trying everything he could to stave off his inflating knot.

you were whining, desperate for him. but oscar stilled, knot locking inside of you, cum spilling inside of you. "fuck," he breathed, his eyes shutting. "fuck, i'm sorry."

your hands trailed up his back, nails no longer digging in. they found his hair, pulled your face up to kiss him. your alpha. your alpha inside of you, locked by his knot. you couldn't be happier.

[kiyzukiy]

Inevitable fate

Sypnosis: A story as old as time. A girl loving a boy and the boy loving another girl. Nothing to add or show but how you hoped this would be different.

Tags: any lads man x reader, any lads man x MC, reader is not mc, angst, hurt/no comfort, not beta read

Author's note: Heya~ I'm fairly new to this and this is also my first post I've done this way. If I'm missing any tags please tell me. Otherwise I hope you enjoy <3

Have you waited to long? 

Some would say yes, could they witness your…rather disgraceful moment right now. There you stood. Out in the dark. Flowers in one hand. In the other his favorite snack and a handwritten note with all your feelings on it. You had hoped to surprise him. His surprise was bigger.

It was almost comically, really. A scene out of a movie. Life imitating art.

Unfortunate for you, this was no such moment. No one would spring out of the corner of the building and scream “prank!” and shove a camera in your face to record it for eternity. Upload it to some social media and get clicks for it or let it become a happy, albeit with embarrassment toned memory. 

You had the strong feeling, the longer you stood there, this was no such scene but reality. 

In silence you stood and watched them. A bit creepy, you would think to yourself if your brain would work right now on the right wavelengths.

It was like sick pleasure. 

Like watching a car wreck. 

Like a nature phenomenon that could kill you, and yet your eyes couldn't move away. 

The sweet scratch on a point you couldn't quite reach. So why did it slowly start to hurt? Did it start to bleed? Should you have left it alone?

Your body was rigid. So even if you wanted to, you couldn't move away. Leave. Like any other person would do. No. You were very focused on the moment that was going on right in front of you. Every sense that you had laser pointed, marked and sharp to the two people in front of you. 

Your friends warned you, didn't they? If you could remember, you would chastise yourself right now. Numerous excuses running around in your head that you gave them. He wasn't like that. It's more than that. He shows genuine interest. He is so sweet. He gave me flowers last week. There has to be something. 

What did your friends say? You couldn't remember. Your mind a jumbling mess. Numbing every thought. Thoughts jumping from one point to the other. Was it a lie? 

But then again what was the lie? You, or him? 

Look away. 

Now he was grasping her waist. Laughter rang in your ears. Was that her? Was that her laughing? With him? And oh how he laughed. Like spring bloom. Like butterflies kissing your cheeks. How the morning sun gently wakes you up with the promise of a new day. Like life. 

He never laughed that way with you. You wonder why. Was she different? More straightforward? More funny? More assertive? More…her? Who was she anyway? You didn't recognize her. No pictures of her in his home, nor on his phone. No story told with this appearance depicted. You could only guess and that guess didn't fill your cold veins with joy. A feeling of doom pooling in your stomach. 

They both seem to know eachother. Awfully comfortable with another too. Laughing, giggling and holding hands together. 

Look away. 

They were moving and simultaneously, you as well. Were you tailing them now? Oh you sick fuck, okay or was this just another thing of watching a car wreck burn. To prolong the moment? Fascinated and in awe that something like that truly happened. Normally you see this only on TV, on the news or just on social media. As if this would be daily life.

They haven't notice you yet so what’s the harm? Maybe this was the way you wanted to go first. You weren't failing them if you just so happen to walk the same way. It's not like they would notice you anyway. It's not like he would notice. To engrossed in the woman beside him that he was still talking with about who knows what. 

Jealousy reared it's ugly head in your heart. He was not like this with you. Not smiling like that, not keeping the conversation going like that. Genuine interest. No. You mistook it as such. Now you saw what his interest looks like. Engagement, excitement and wanting to listen.

A funny thought entered your head, if and when they spot you, you can just go over and do idle chit-chat like “oh hey. I'm just his friend that he was supposed to meet and yes, yes his dick is impressive. I know first hand. What is your experience with that?” 

Yeah. Right. That's what you are going to do. Let’s be real here, you could talk yourself into it but never following through with it because how could you? 

This is what your friends warned you about. 

Look away. 

What were you doing? Exactly? What was your plan? Idly following them to gather more evidence? For what? It's not like you need the evidence for anything as you were nothing to him anyway. 

You had no valid reason to be angry right now. No one said it should be exclusive. Why should you? You were. Just. Friends. Right? Your own words, when you saw his hesitation at your question what you both were. Friends with benefits if someone wants to be specific. 

So why should you take pictures of this moment? You couldn't shove it in his face and demand answers. You couldn't be angry the way you wanted to be. Oh, how you wanted to be angry right now. Raging and screaming. Throwing things at him and watch how he struggled to get a good excuse in. 

But you were only a friend or maybe something else entirely.

Maybe a cheap fuck. Maybe a good distraction. Maybe a stepping stone. Maybe the one to test things out on. Maybe…nothing more than to get the one who got away. 

Was that her? The one he always told you has long since slipped away? The one who assumably forgot about him and moved on? Is that her? With her long, ebony brown hair and expressive eyes? With her fit physique. Perfect nails, even better outfit. Though you wouldn't be surprised if you could dress her up the way you wanted to and she still would look stunning. With that step in her walk like she was excited to meet someone she hasn't seen in a while. Wild hands as she told a story and he listened. Oh? He listened. One more thing you could tick off of your list that he wouldn't do with you. Not in this way. No, not…in this way.

You couldn't deny it. She was beautiful. The longer you looked, watched, observed this was a fact. Well, in your mind you always could give her a nasty personality. Judge her only on her appearance. Could tell yourself that she got around in life because of her looks and not what she accomplished on her own. 

Even though that wouldn't help much. Even though that wouldn't be you. That's not you. You are not like that, but right now you wanted to crash out and not be yourself. Be mean, be vengeful, be hateful. And yet? A sad little smile on your face, you admitted to yourself that she was beautiful. Inside and out. You had a feeling that she was and she looked stunning right next to him. Fitting. Not…like you. 

Just one moment. Let yourself be. Even though it wouldn't help. Only you and your bruised ego over the fact that you went and gave your heart to the wrong man. Again. 

Look away.

Almost, right? Just almost. You haven't done it yet. Not completely. That was soothing, wasn't it? You haven't confessed yet. You wanted to. That was the whole plan of your meet up with him today. The whole sense behind you, now following them, getting flowers and his snack because women could woo men too. That was the plan. What a grand plan that was! 

You…had a plan. A cute picknick underneath the night sky. Watching the stars and professing your love and you both would enter a happy, healthy relationship. The end. 

Reality was but a cruel joke or your saving grace. Lucky you didn't do it. At least that's what you will tell yourself when you get home. In the mirror. Alone. Memories of you and him running on loop behind your eyes and you will ask yourself what you lack. But that was a problem for future you, wasn't it?

Look away! 

Pitter patter. You hear it before you feel it. You scoffed. Right, of course. Now this was rather ridiculous and might you add ironic of life. Why yes of course it would really rain right now. As if this wasn't movie worthy to begin with. Now you would be soaked when you get home as well. 

Well, at least you didn't confessed right? This can be another failed dating attempt you can gossip with your friends about. A small hihi haha story while they ramble on about who they dated last and what happend with that encounter. 

It would be funny. If you wouldn't hurt so much right now. Because this could have been perfect. This could have been your moment. He was the man. Kind, attentive, supportive and understanding. Alright, so what? Maybe you started as friends with benefits but you were friends and the sex was even better. Silly banter and an comfortable vibe between you. What else does a relationship need? 

This could have been it.

Please, look away sweetie.

Now he was touching her cheek. She was turning to him. Beneath a lamp post in the park. No body around. You still far away in the dark. Shivering, flowers soaked and still clutching that stupid snack in your hand. Knuckles turning white. Teeth grinding and jaw clenching. Against your better judgement you were angry. And sad. And disappointed. And so god damn hurt. Jesus, why did it hurt so much? You were nothing. Only the memories weren't nothing. They were real. Real interactions that made you fall in love. That made you giggle and laugh and reminiscence about what could be. What could have been. 

You wish you could hold your heart right now. Clench the shirt above your heart. Symbolic to the pain. The heavy weight on your chest that didn't let you breathe freely.

Would it happen now? That what the singers and poets always proclaim about? The deepest pain, the most lingering scar? Is this the moment where you will hear your heart shatter in the rain? 

They don't seem to be bothered by it. While everyone was flittering and running about to get underneath shelter, these two seem disgustingly happy that it was, in fact, raining. Oh to be sickingly in love so that you would gladly take the cold that would follow after such events. Being stone cold out, but the moment was beautiful. For them. At least. A story they could tell. Oh so romantic. Oh so loving, oh so beautiful. Re-enacted out of a book.

You would just be down with a cold and calling in sick because you just. Couldn't. Look. Away. 

Please, why? Look away, starlight. Come on. 

Ah, there it was. The moment. A movie. The scene. The setting. The light. Romance. Young, undisturbed love. A kiss. 

And you. Sticking out like a sore thumb. A watcher. A silent bystander to their rom-com. A witness to their happy end and ever after. 

They don't notice you. But you notice. You notice your heart plumpeting to the depths of the earth, only to burn in front of the events before you. You feel it break. Pain surges through your veins. To how many pieces can a beating heart shatter? Do you dare to count? Would it be the amount of the shared memories? Would it be the many times you wished to be more? How long would it take to put it back together? Would you ever get closure or would you continue on with the things in mind that you saw today? Could you pretend nothing happened and be quiet by his side? Don't you love yourself more than that?

Princess, look away. 

What were you to him for him to be able to do this with no second thought? Does he feel any guilt right now, any thoughts about you? Does he see you behind his eyes when they close in this intimate moment? 

It didn't seem this way. It more so felt like a punch to the gut to witness just how little you meant to him. Apparently. Evidently. Written and signed by him truly. 

Cutie…look away. 

And you do. With a shaking breath, you look away. One slugging step at the time, you turn away. Tears falling down your face as you look up to the sky and wonder: 

Have you waited too long?

[megapteraurelia]

bokuto koutarou’s hands were an angry red.

so were the tip of his nose and his ears, but at the very least, his jacket was pulled up high, hiding his mouth and chin. a couple of white crystals were sprinkled on his clothing, hanging from the tips of his lashes and hair, slowly melting at the warmth of his body. though there was no mistaking the wide smile on his face despite the cover, his eyes crinkling up, eyebrows pulled up high in excitement. 

“hey,” he grinned at you, “your most-favourite bestest boyfriend has come to bless your day.”

“kou, oh my god, it’s freezing outside!” you ushered him inside, and he kicked his shoes off, heavy body already draping over you, his familiar weight threatening to drag you down. he loved letting gravity take a hold of him, loved having you take the brunt of his compliableness, become putty in your hands. you were used to his antics, but that didn’t mean his engulfing you and dead weighing himself magically became any less heavy. 

(secretly, you loved it, too. couldn’t get enough of him trying to melt into you, athletic muscles turning mellow, broad shoulders towering over you, stuffing your face in his neck. god, you wouldn’t exchange this for anything in this world.)

“kou—” your muffled voice with a mouthful of his scarf turned from a soft inquiry to a screech when his icy hands sneaked underneath your sweater to touch your warm skin; a violent shudder befalling you at the contact, “wa-haaa-aait, you are so doing it on purpose! get your hands off!”

“but this is my body,” he mumbled next to your ear and his hands squeezed your flesh. his voice sounded light and self-assured but you knew if you denied him again, you would be able to feel his cheeks moving as his mouth would just his lip forward into an exaggerated pout and he’d cling onto you even more, “so i’m gonna warm my hands where they belong!”

for a second you contemplated pushing against him, because — “fine, fine, but let’s get under some blankets first. this is way too cold for me.”

his cheer was too cute, too loud, too strong of a squeeze around your heart. his eagerness manifested in him suddenly relieving you off his weight, his cold fingers gripping tighter to lift you up, legs shuffling across the floor to find their way to your bed.

“i’ve been thinking—”

“uh oh.”

“—hey, wait, baaaaaaby, you know i’m trying hard here to make use of my brain.”

you snickered in response to his little sulking, yet your hands scratched his hair gently, affectionate. his nose was pressed against your throat in a sensual way that only bokuto koutarou in his innocent desire to practically blend his existence together with yours could manage, legs tangled together though he had shrieked even louder than you when your cold toes managed to find their way between his calves.

“i’ve been thinking that i have a lot of thoughts about thinking. especially about you. you’re always on my mind, even when i try thinking about the match, or how to hit the ball to get past the blocks. then i think about how awesome you’d think i look, and then i can’t stop thinking about your face and how you smell,” he complained, cheeks puffed up in indignance, voice taking a notch of childlike annoyance and a little whine entered his deep baritone, “you have to fix it. omi already looked at me like i was a bug on the wall when i got distracted. but i wasn’t distracted! i was just thinking about you, so that’s not really a distraction. but i’m also not a bug either. so! make it go away!”

you hid your smile against his hair, and despite his words of making it go away, his hands had only pulled you closer against him, chest flushed against his, breathing in tandem. his grumbling and grouching continued, intent on keeping himself blame-free and using you as the scapegoat, yet his body kept pressing against you, his mouth stealing sly kisses that he gleefully thought you didn’t notice. 

though, naturally, he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was.

[airandyeah]

Locked and Loaded

You and Your boyfriend Toji Fushiguro have some fun 😊

Warnings: Smut, handcuffing, gun talk, Toji is a tease, yeah.

You and Toji met on the job and he found you to be one smockin' little ma. So he obviously flirted with you, teased you, pissed you off to no given end, which led to making out with him in a back alley and poof, you've been dating for 6 months.

Time flies when you're getting railed right? That's the saying?

You had come by Toji's place early to shower off before hopefully getting your brain fucked out, but apparently he thought to be a gentleman for once and was waiting to pick you up at your apartment.

He waited and waited till he finally unlocked the door and found you not home. The reasonable thing would be to call you right? Wrong. The completely reasonable thing to do, that Toji does, is snoop.

Discovering a pretty lace set of panties that make him whistle, a weird looking dildo-why was the base so big?- and finally he stumbled upon those soft fuzzy black cuffs. His scar stretched with a smirk as he dangled them in front of his face.

In his shower meanwhile you reach for your shampoo you kept here and noticed he left his gun in the shower, again. You keep telling him not to do that but alas, the man listens to noone.

As you dry off you finally hear the door click open and closed with slight force and you step out in nothing but your towel, Toji's eyes wander down your dripping frame and he smirks, licking his lips slightly.

"I've been waiting for you here y'know?", you tell him as you cross your arms, pushing your chest up slightly, causing the towel to ride up your thighs aswell.

"Sorry ma, thought you were at yours so I was waitin' for ya", he responds, one hand behind his back while the other scratches his neck.

You let the towel drop and you watch as his eyes scan your nude form, list practically hazing his eyes over as he walks backwards to sit on the bed. You approach, straddling his lap and throwing your arms around his neck, kissing his cheeks, nose, then lips.

He smirks as he flips you around so your beneath him and you gasp as you hear a grating *click* and look up to find your own fuzzy cuffs, attaching your hands to the headboard.

"you went through my shit?", you ask, still shocked and he chuckles, his tone dripping with amusement, "sorry doll, couldn't help 'm self".

His shirt is off in a mere few minutes and so are his pants as he strokes himself one-twice- before he gets on top of you again. His kisses and nips on your skin make you groan and sigh as he works his way lower.

You're body is covered in bite marks and hickeys and you're whining for him to fuck you as his fingers rub at your drooling pussy, clenching around nothing as he massages your poor swollen clit.

"t-toji, pleaseee", your voice is a whine and he drinks it up as he shoves two fingers into your tight hole and you can't stop the moan from bubbling passed your kiss swollen lips.

"Such a good girl f'me ma, takin my fingers like a champ", his voice is deep as he thrusts his finger and rubs his calloused thumb over your clit, the combined stimulation making you mewl like an animal but it only fed into his desire for you.

His teasing continued, relentless and so pleasurably painful but after a few more honeyed whines he takes his fingers off, licking them clean as he lines himself up with your entrance.

"Here we go pretty girl", is all he says before he's ramming every inch into you as you cry out.

His thrusts aren't fast yet but each one has strength behind it and he grunts and groans at the feel of your tight gushy heat.

"T-Tooo-Tojeeeee", you're out of it, fucked dumb before he even starts and he loves it. The hearts in your eyes, your nonsensical babbling, and the way your tight heat begs for more, more, more.

"Gonna -ngh- gonna fill ya up doll", he grunts out, hips snapping to meet yours as he watching the fat of your thighs recoil and your tits bounce. You can't even say anything, too out of it to do anything but squeal and moan as his thumb meets your clit again and his mouth is sucking on your neck.

"f-fuck!", he yells as you cum around him and you're howling, your walls milking him, wanting him to hurry up and cum, like you needed him to.

And so he did, after all who was he to deny his woman?

He's cumming in seconds, head throw back as sweat pins some of his black locks to his forehead and he's seeing absolute stars as his hips buck two more times into your, his orgasm sending pleasurable shocks through his broad body.

He didn't pull out, he was going to leave his dick inside of you with his milky cum. Locked and loaded as they say.

[koobiie]

a list of one piece art/artists i love in no particular order

no one asked for this but you know what. i love a lot of one piece fanartists and artists could always use more love <3

ford-owner's band au

amazing and perfect band au. everyone is perfectly designed and characterized. merry as the van is so inspired and their style has so much life !!!! and fun expressions!!!

kimboltart's furry/mink au

never have i seen a more incredible and perfect furry au. the species choices are IMPECCABLE and every design is PERFECT and feels so soso right !!!!! ! !! !

jakkenpoy/99kahoy

you know when someone draws a character so much it becomes theirs? thats what happened with jakkenpoy and iceburg. congratulations on becoming the CEO of iceburg. i mean just look at this lovingly crafted painting. their sense of stylized anatomy is AMAZINGGGG too!!! so shapes!!! like okay welcome back leyendecker!!!!! !!

cranity

i mean what else can be said abt cranitys i assume we all know and love them by now. absolute MASTER of lines and texture and composition and funky colors and ! !! !!!! every new post of theirs blows me out of the water fr

toboldlymuppet

personally i know toboldlymuppet as "artist who draws angry one piece women getting their retribution and it fucking rules." i love this one especially as a water 7 stan, like the absolute raw emotion and feeling it evokes?!?? AAAAAAAAAH ITS SO FIRE

saishoguu

oh my god the way saishoguu draws anatomy is just so., um. uits. i kind of lack the words to describe how it makes me feel except for i LOVE IT!!!!! so so shapes!!!! everyone looks so simple but ALIVE at the same time its so so so gso good.

wellfine/wellship

personally i am not very much into shipping anymore. but one BIG exception is wellfine's ship art. every time they post a ship comic it drags me kicking and screaming into loving it and theyre so wonderfully characterized. i think about this specific comic ALL THE DAMN TIME. such wonderful lineart and interpretations of character designs too!! same face syndrome is afraid of them!!!!! congrats on being the CEO of sanji as well!!!

elekilokal

absolutely DELIGHTFUL so CARTOONY and full of WHIMSY!!!!!! i love their art style so so much, its really so saturday morning cartoon and it fills me with such joy <3

this one specific post

unfortunately it seems that op deactivated and i'm not sure how to find them but this one specific post drives me crazy. i remember that at my height of high school one piece obsession i literally shoved this in everyones faces and reblogged it so much. the shape language for them is seriously perfect and idk what itch it scratches in my brain but it makes me feel CRAZY!!!!!!

anyways thats all. please do go check the original post versions of those links especially cause they only show the first image. of course theres so much more amazing stuff that i didnt include..... thank you artists i love you artists

[st4ytiny]

Using your distress as foreplay (UYDAF)

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Kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind Feat. Jisung

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Release date : ???

Teaser : But baby, I like flirting, a lover by my side. Can't be a good good girl even if i tried. Cause after midnight, i'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the moonlight?

Tracklist : problematic relationships, slight size difference, reader is older than Han, jealousy, cheating (reader cheating on her boyfriend with Jisung),

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Its hot when you're going through hell Feat. Changbin

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Release date : ???

Teaser : Ruined my credit, stole my cute aesthetic. Who knew we'd let it get this bad when it ended? If karma's real, hope it's your turn. I heard from Katie, you're loosing it lately.

Tracklist : desperation, smashing things, ruining a relationship, crying, problematic relationships, Make-up-sex, smudged makeup, crash out

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I leave a mark so you know I'm the best Feat. Bahng Chan

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Release date : ???

Teaser : Young lust, last long. When we drive in your car, I'm your baby. Loosing all my innocence in the back seat. Say you love me. Break all the rules 'til we get caught, fog up the windows in the parking lot

Tracklist : cheating???, jealousy, cursing, reader being a fan, exes to lovers, switch Chan / switch reader,

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Want to pre-order this album ? Please comment <3

Hi !! This is my first one-shot series I've ever done, I hope it scratches your brain all the ways it scratched mine <3

I also acknowledge that Chappell Roan's music is primarily WLW, I've listened to her music while writing and gotten ideas from her lyrics.

I appreaciate reblogs (with and without tags), likes and comments <3

Pleaseee stay tuned! I have started the first drafts already :)

This series is pretty problematic. sorry not sorry

[moonlit-lian]

A bunch of doodles of THIS SPOOKY PHANTOM DESIGN!! So very inspired from the fic You wouldn’t like me alive, by @ectoplasmranch

I love the idea of a lightning core too!?!? IT MAKES SENSE AND ITS SO COOL!!

[unshallow-feelings]

Oh I love the Pearl and Ivan connections here. (I love when fandoms overlap)

Another thing that I wanted to add was how Pearl's entire worldview changed after she stopped putting Rose on a pedestal and saw her for what she was. The positive memories of their time together were still there and it's true that Rose is one of the many things that make Pearl into the person that she is today but it's only because she made the conscious choice to move on and live for herself.

I want Ivan to be able to look at the world outside of his Till colored goggles and see that the world is so much bigger, complicated and beautiful than he previously knew. I hope we'll be able to see him living for himself in the future

(OR SO HELP ME VIVINOS WE WILL BE HAVING A DISCUSSION)

maybe ivan can get a pearl steven universe type arc without till?? he can still think about till and be reminded of him in others but he can still learn that he can be rebellious. he can live for himself. but even then i think it would be kind of normal for him to think of others like till and unsha even when he’s being independent. i just really want to know what he’d be like if he just. rebelled. if he just starts being himself.

in a song of pearl’s, (do it for her) i think of the lyric “when you live for someone, you’re prepared to die,” a lot when i think of ivan. he was ready to live and die for till. he never really gave a thought about what he really wanted to do if there was no till. it’s hard to change your view on life after seeing it one way since you were a child, so it would obviously be hard for ivan to start living for nobody but himself. he would still think of till. he would still think of unsha. but that isn’t to say that he can’t be an independent person.

i think in another pearl song, (it’s over isn’t it?) another lyric seems fitting for ivan? “who am i now in this world without her? petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her. what does it matter? it’s already done.” (cutting off the last bit there since till doesn’t have a son) with that lyric it pretty much shows how even as your own person, after loving someone basically your entire life, it’s still hard not to think about them, especially if they’re gone now. it’s gonna take ivan a while to get till completely out of his mind.

i want ivan to move on. but i know it’s going to take him so long. and that’s okay because it’s a learning process. i remember when i was younger, i really loved someone and was friends with them for years. this love was platonic, of course, but it was still all encompassing and i really couldn’t think of anyone but them. but then they left my life and never looked back to see how much they hurt me. it’s been nearly three years since they left and i’m not over it just yet. healing from something like that takes a while. it’s going to take ivan a while. but i still want it to happen.

in the show, pearl sometimes sees rose in other people. that can very much happen with ivan. he can look at people and they can remind him of till. he’s allowed to think of till. the thing is, he has to realize that those people aren’t till. and he doesn’t have to give everything for them. they can just be friends, and that’s okay.

maybe he can heal with mizi. the two of them can grow together. i want both of them to be happy in the rebellion and to grow without sua and till. i want them to feel like they’re truly themselves.

[screams-of-the-damned84]

those recent hyde expressions are doing something to me dude

[1loer]

Im not one to think too deeply about what Kodaka says on bluesky/twitter about the danganronpa cast but he just posted this and my mind is Reeling a little

(Google translated so take with a grain of salt)

The person asks about what Hinata’s life was like in elementary and junior high and what his childhood was like.

Kodaka says “I [either speaking as Hinata or this is Google Translate missing the mark] was a normal person up until about middle school, and I was actually good at both grades and sports, but because of this I became obsessed with thinking I was special, someone who could make my dreams and hopes come true.”

And that just implies something so different to what I’d assumed about Hinata’s mindset and. I’m actually kind of obsessed?

I’d always assumed that Hinata was sort of a “kicked dog” if you will. Someone who never really had much and thats why he always wanted more.

This is not that. This is nearly the opposite. This is someone who had and still very arrogantly wanted more. Someone who could have been fine as he was, but it wasn’t enough. Someone never satisfied with the good that he had because there was more to be had, more he could have that he never got. Someone who was maybe quite good at some things, or at least decent, and his brain went “this must mean I’m something special. I must be destined for greatness.” This compiled with another question he answered that implied Hinata’s parents were actually kind of well off too (cant remember but something like they were the type to buy him things to make up for mistakes), like…This is not the downtrodden underdog of society I’d always read Hinata as being.

To me this stinks of envy. An arrogant, narcissistic, prideful envy. And oh my god. Isn’t that just so much more relatable?

To be someone who had every opportunity succeed without talent…And to accept the Kamukura project anyway… Not out of necessity or a pressure from society, but simply his own prideful, envious need to have more.

He’s not a nothing that finally got something. He was already something. He’s not an underdog, he’s an Icarus.

In its own way, I think that embodies a very contorted, “black mirror” idea of Hope way more than my previous reading of his character, which I think also makes the outcome of the Kamukura project just so much more deliciously ironic.

Oh? You want more? You aren’t satisfied with yourself despite having everything you could need? Ok. We’ll give you more.

We’ll give you more.

[afterthelambs]

This 20-yr old cartoon is basically the plot of Arcane

I'm not exactly surprised so many people jump to classify Jinx a terrorist since she kinda fits the Western stereotype of that (although that's debatable since she doesn't have a concrete ideology or organization), but I guess I'm a bit surprised the real world commentary is flying over some people's heads in a way that gets them to justify Piltover's response as valid or write off Jinx's response as unreasonable.

In my opinion Jinx was partially intended to be a deconstruction of the terrorist stereotype by interrogating what causes someone to be like this in the first place. They deliberately gave her bomb/ explosion motifs, plus she's literally firing a missile at a tower of politicians. It's meant to evoke a certain imagery but you're not supposed to stop there. Youre supposed to ask "okay well why did it get to this point and how could this have been prevented?" and the answer to both those questions is Piltover.

Season 2 takes this further by asking what's the difference between a terrorist and a revolutionary. It's not a coincidence that Piltover (the oppressive regime) is the one framing her as a terrorist while Zaun sees her as a revolutionary symbol. In reality, she isn't either of those things (not completely) but no one sees her as Jinx-the-complex-person because of the dehumanization someone in her role gets subjected to, from both sides.

Piltover and Zaun are not the same. I really don't think you can both-sides-are-bad this conflict at all, particularly when one side possesses all the resources and power for centuries. You can debate about whether it was handled properly because yes the writers have biases and I think the depiction of fascism and revolution was rushed and clumsy, but I do appreciate the attempt at real world commentary.

[combiezombine]

nerd (derogatory)

[lonelyzarquon]

LEGION | Chapter Five

[arealtrashact]

Ignore my previous post. My favorite character isn't Homelander anymore - it's this guy.

I'm so serious.

I've rewatched this scene about a dozen times now simply because I get a kick out of seeing 'Homelander' moving so freely / fluidly. Don't get me wrong, I love how composed the real Homelander is (almost) all the time. Hands behind his back, sometimes on his hips if he's feeling really sassy. . .

But I tend to draw him in some very exaggerated poses ( flaunting some pretty out-there color palettes ) so getting to see an iteration of him moving so animatedly while wearing this delighted me on what can only be described as a primal level.

[crystrlmore]

he did me some face and i drove him home I HEARD YOUR HEARTS DANCING you watched the whole thing like some CREEPAH?

[jade-of-mourning]

sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)