#uhm. legit this part

[whydoistilllikethehost]

[meezer]

"I remain the only physician in this town"

*shaking* hey are you forgetting someone....... hey did you maybe perhaps forget someone, hey, isidor. isidor your fail son!!!

[sardonicsergeant]

Think I'm fine for now...

[oflgtfol]

literally shaking and trembling with the need to resist going into the malevolent tag

[la-di-da-la-di-dee-die]

@wolfythewitch ‘s Gravity Fowls au has awoken a lost childhood memory of mine recently, specifically because their au is so similar to one of my favorite books when I was a kid: Fantastic Mr. Fox

Basic summary of the book: Three Evil Capitalist Farmers attempt to starve local anthro fox family who regularly steal their products (chickens, goose, duck, turkey, and apples/cider) via bio terrorism, failing miserably at every turn.

Now, you may be wondering, what the actual fuck does that have to do with Gravity Fowls? Well, a major part of the book is that the previously mentioned anthro-fox family has been forced underground by previously mentioned Evil Capitalist Farmers, and so Mr. Fox (the mc) has to devise a fool proof method of getting his family food: tunneling farther underground toward the Evil Capitalist Farms and stealing their produce that way instead of the regular way. I don’t know why, but that just sounds like something Bill would do? Like it just fits his vibes.

So, I just had to draw Bill in Mr. Fox’s outfit!

Isn’t he just so handsome? I also drew one other fanart, and some quick context for this next one:

The Evil Capitalist Farmers also accidentally drive the other wildlife into hiding with their bio-terrorism, which are also anthropomorphic (note: all the animals are anthro, but not the chickens or other produce? Probably too dark for a kids book idk). The other animals blame Mr. Fox for being a fucking sneak, and Mr. Fox is like, woah guys! Don’t worry, I’ve fixed everything, I’ve got an infinite food glitch! We just use these tunnels me and the fam have dug to steal more food! I even got some carrots for the vegetarians! And the other animals are like, alright seems legit.

Why all this context? Because I drew Bill’s henchmaniac crew as origami animals based off the other animals from Fantastic Mr. Fox:

I imagine they still live in the nightmare dimension, but they just origami now. btw all the animals in the book have names like Mr. Weasel, and Mr. Mole, with wife and kids too, which is wild to me. Except Mr. Rat. He’s an aweful disgusting thief (which, who in this book isn’t??) whose constantly getting drunk off Cider (which, again, who tf in this book isn’t?? Even one of the anthro-kids gets drunk at some point??)

But I didn’t just make fanart that catered to me and only me, I also made this:

I had this thought of, what if during weirdmagedon, instead of just getting a 3D form, Bill turns into an actual fox, not just an origami one? So that’s where this came from. Also it should be criminal how long it took me to draw Stanford! I spent so long on that fucking chicken.

Uhm, conclusion? Gravity Fowls is awesome, and respect to Wolfythewitch for being able to actually draw chickens consistently well, I only dream to be able to master that skill.

[blue-jisungs]

rbing from main bc i need to warn YALL DONT RED THIS IT WILL MAKE U CRY (LITERALLY) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

no im joking DO read it bc its beautifully written (minus the FUCKING ENDING)

i dont even know what to say im legit sobbing rn like a baby :(

THE NIGHT WHERE IT ENDED

genre. vampire au. angst. little bit of fluff. warnings. guns. vampires fighting against humans. a lot of blood. death. kinda half proofread half not. pairing. vampire!hanbin x vampire!reader. ft. vampire!zhanghao, vampire!seungwoo (x1/victon/solo), and vampire!sejeong (ioi/gugudan/solo). wc. 3.7k. request. @blue-jisungs begged me to write pt 2 but i think she's regretting that decision now skjdksd oops. a/n. i'm sorry for this fic okay like srsly i'm sorry 😭😭😭 divider by @/sweetparty.

read part 1 here

“Why are you restless, my love?” Hanbin asked softly as he wrapped his left arm around your shoulder, the fabric of his robe draping over your skin and shielding you from the cool night breeze.

“I think we are making a mistake, Hanbin.” You said quietly. Hanbin could feel the weight of your words despite how vague they were. He tilted his head and focused his crimson eyes on you, attempting to read your thoughts. 

The skill was challenging to use on other vampires. You were neither human nor a recently turned vampire, so your thoughts were safely hidden from most. The connection of your souls made it easier for Hanbin to get in, though. And when he did, gathering a few more pieces of information about what was bothering you, he knew you were probably right. 

“You mean about humans?” His hand slowly rubbed over your arm, a simple tranquillity spell dispersing from his fingertips. This, unlike the mind reading, was something he could do without any effort. He often used it on you when he could, to help calm you in any way. You always noticed when he did, and he knew you appreciated the gesture by the look in your eyes. The same happened now, as he felt your body slowly relax in his hold. 

“They are coming into the age of technology— progressing at a rate faster than we’ve ever seen before. The elders have grown foolish. They have not seen the outside world for themselves in hundreds of years. They still think humans are weak and easy.” You explained the things that Hanbin knew very well. As merely a short thousand years old or a little more, both of you were at the front of missions and leading forces. Being young and able-bodied yet skilled enough to face almost anything, there was little left to improve on.

“Their guns have grown more powerful. So have their bombs. They are no longer scared, weak, foolishly mortal beings who run around with pitchforks and torches. They have weapons causing damage that not even the best of spells could hope to remedy. I’ve explained this all to the elders, but they won’t listen to my suggestions. They don’t believe me.” You said in defeat, faced with an impossible task.

Never before had you seen your fellow vampires die so quickly. Bullets seared through their bodies faster than the wind, and it only took a couple to knock a vampire unconscious. It was only a matter of time before the wounds killed them. The simple truth you were faced with was almost impossible to accept.

Humans were growing stronger than vampires. Despite their weak bodies, their propensity for fear, their stupidity, or their short life-spans. The advantage they had over vampires was constant adaptation and invention. You could barely name a change in the castle in 800 years, but the changes to the human world were endless. And each one was more impressive than the last.

Diseases that had once killed millions were being researched and prevented, a problem of the past for humans. Modern technology in the form of telephones, space travel, and computers aided in all facets of human life. It was simply astonishing how fast the world could change. Vampires simply had no way to keep up, you realized.

“It will take time for them to come around, but they will. When they see for themselves how many we’ve lost— how we are no longer overpowering humans tenfold. They will surely change their course of action then.” Hanbin words soothed your worried heart. You felt foolish for wanting to believe every word that came out of his mouth, but it felt like second nature. You just hoped he was right.

“This is it?” You asked, glancing at Hanbin from across the table to catch his nod. On the marble surface lay a large rifle, one that had single-handedly taken out 3 of your vampires that evening with just 5 bullets. 

It had been several months since your worry had started, and you realized now that you had vastly underestimated how quickly humans improved. What once took 10 or more bullets to fatally injure a vampire now decreased to just 1 or 2. If this is what humans could do in just a few months, what more developments could they introduce in 10 years?

“They’ve developed this model for the past couple of months to specifically target our weaknesses. They must have studied one of our men to know that silver bullets would be more deadly than anything else. When aimed at our hearts, it’s very easy to kill a vampire with just 1 shot.” Hanbin said wearily, his expression growing dim like yours.

“For the first time ever, they’re killing us faster than we’re turning them.” You muttered, trying to not let the thought terrify you. It could easily mean the extinction of vampires within a short hundred years.

You turned to the elders who you were consulting about the issue, studying their pale faces. Seungwoo looked stone faced, which you expected. He was one of the few elders who knew about the situation, as he often went out into the human world, disguising himself as one of them. As the most advanced healer among the clan, he had tended to many of the injured fighters in the past months. He was familiar with the damage the weapon could do, and the number of vampires that had been lost to its deadly silver bullets. 

Zhang Hao looked surprised, and maybe even a little bit scared at the news. His eyes were wide, but he kept his face as stoic as possible. He was one of the most powerful vampires concerning spells. His magic was strong and his knowledge was vast. He knew ancient rituals and was able to create entirely new incantations by studying old texts. You respected his opinion on the issue, and was sure he would be able to advise how to train the younger vampires with protective charms.

You skipped past the dozen or so council member elders, and turned finally to Sejeong, watching her face twist in anger. She never failed to lead the vampires expertly, but her temper was a cause of concern for you. She held grudges against the humans more personally than Hao or Seungwoo. She had often been at the front of the battlefield hundreds of years ago, and she had seen no shortage of vampire bloodshed. Under her reign there had been centuries of peace, as she wisely chose to not engage with the humans unless necessary. Now that they were actively seeking out her citizens, though, she wasn’t willing to let it slide. 

You could predict many possible outcomes from this. Sejeong’s ruling might result in peace once again, or in a war that no one would be able to survive. It was your duty to trust and follow her every command, operating on her word to the best of your abilities, but you had never experienced such high risks. You were worried you might not make it out of this battle, or worse, that Hanbin would face death with you.

The 3 elders you had watched expectantly, having been the very 3 to conjoin yours and Hanbin’s souls, were well aware of the risks. Vampire souls were not naturally supposed to meld together, and although you and Hanbin were perfectly matched, your joining still faced consequences. If one of you died, it was likely that the other would not be able to survive alone. Whenever you called to one another through your tattoos, you had to bear the burning sensation that came from using such power. If one of you was in pain, the other experienced it too. There was never a burden that could be held by just one person. You and Hanbin were a pair, and you simply could not be separated. 

It was back in Hanbin’s tower after the meeting that you voiced your concern. After Sejeong decided on facing the problem head on, just as you expected, and it was only a matter of days before you would be sent out to attack.

“I think it would be best if we stuck together at all times. If you get out of my sight, I won’t know if you’re safe.” You said quietly, biting the inside of your cheek in worry. Hanbin walked across the room, joining you on the couch, lacing his hand with yours. 

“I won’t go anywhere without you, even if it means disobeying the elders' orders. We don’t know what could happen to our souls if one of us gets hurt. We’re meant to be together, not apart.” You continued, meeting Hanbin’s crimson eyes with yours. 

He nodded, “Whatever you wish.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“I should close the curtain. The sun is coming up.” You kissed his cheek and stood up to do so. Hanbin’s eyes watched you as you walked across the room and drew the blinds. He leaned back against the sofa, gaze still fixed on you as you shuffled through the bookcase on the wall, picking up a history book about ancient vampire civilizations. He could see the anxiety in your eyes, and he felt a twist in his stomach, mirroring yours.

“Calm down, Y/n. We’ll be alright, no matter what happens.” Hanbin said. He motioned for you to put down the book and come back to his arms. “Stop worrying about me. I’ll be fine. I won’t get hurt. I promise I won’t.” He whispered to you, a comforting smile on his face.

You wondered how he could always be so sure and confident. You were constantly riddled with worries, but, like always, Hanbin assured you, easing your anxiety with his words or his spells. You could feel his magic work on you as he wrapped his arms around you, and you instantly felt at peace.

You stayed in his arms until the sun had fully risen, savouring the quiet moments while you still could. There would be no spare moment to relax once the full moon came. You couldn’t ask for him to keep the calming spell going all day, but for as long as you were in his arms, you allowed yourself to let him take your mind off of everything.

You even managed to fall asleep from how comfortable you were cuddled in his hold. When you woke up and looked up at him, his eyes had fallen shut as well, but you could tell he was only dozing. Beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead from how long he had been casting the spell. Even though it was a fairly easy one that he had mastered centuries ago, keeping it going for hours at a time still took an extreme amount of energy.

You kissed his cheek, watching as his eyes opened slowly. He smiled and wiped his dewy skin, sitting up slowly. You felt the spell wear off as Hanbin relaxed his shoulders, and the thoughts flooding your head came back immediately. A sigh left your lips. You couldn’t ask him to keep it going for any longer. You felt guilty for how long he had been doing it already, knowing just how exhausting it must have been.

“You didn’t have to do that for so long.” You whispered, standing up from his lap and circling around to the back of the couch. You unclasped the outer cloth of his long robe, leaving just the tunic and pants he was wearing. Your hands fell to his neck and shoulders, slowly starting to massage the muscles, working out the knots he had developed. 

His eyes fell shut, a pained whine escaping his lips from the sensation. He was always so focused on taking care of you, he rarely noticed when his own body was suffering. He felt relieved as the pain slowly subsided with the help of one of your healing spells, the touch of your fingers over his bare skin becoming softer.

Your fingers lingered on the side of his neck when you were done, circling the pads of your pointer and middle finger over his pulsepoint, feeling the faint beating of his heart. It was slower in pace than humans, but it was still felt from the touch of your finger. 

The life of vampires relied on magical powers (and a constant supply of blood) over bodily function. In his life as a human, Hanbin’s heart had been the most vital organ to his survival. But now, keeping his body healthy so his powers flowed freely was of equal importance. The two were still intertwined, a constant balance was the key to being a powerful vampire. Poor bodily function translated to weakened power. The fact that you could still hear Hanbin’s heart clearly was a testament to his abilities. It would take an extraordinary force to weaken him to the point of death, and that thought comforted you.

You had seen many conflicts in your lifetime, mostly human wars of which vampires were no part of. But it was an entirely different feeling standing at the front of the battleline in the dead of night, preparing your strongest spells, knowing you were vastly outnumbered by the enemy’s army. 

Hanbin was by your side, his finger still barely grazing your hand, trying to get as much strength from you before the fight started. Fear filled both of your body’s, but a strong determination overpowered it. The risk was immense, but you needed to win. You would come out of it alive, no matter what.

The explosions were deafening, ringing in your ears at ten times the intensity that they sounded to humans. It was dizzying, and you could barely keep track of the spells you were casting. They seemed to be working well enough to defend yourself, as any man who charged at you soon found himself in a pool of his own blood on the grass. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been fighting, or how many more men you could hold off. It felt like they just kept coming. You had never used this much power all at once, but you couldn’t stop even for a second. It couldn’t go on forever, right?

There was no big explosion, nor were any human soldiers in range to hurt you. You weren’t in the line of gunshots. There was no possible way a grenade could have reached you without you noticing it. So why did you suddenly feel such excruciating pain?

Hanbin. Where was Hanbin?

The smoke on the battlefield hindered the humans from seeing, but you were effortlessly able to clear a path. It was easy to find Hanbin— you always came back to him without even thinking. You knew where he was immediately, and your legs carried you to him in an instant. 

His eyes looked scared as they met yours. He was on his knees, surrounded by the men he had taken out, their blood soaked on his skin and clothes. The crimson of his eyes had faded, suggesting his weakening state. You couldn’t tell what blood was his, but you could tell that he was losing it fast. 

“Hanbin— get up. Get up, please.” You grabbed his arm in a panic, pulling him up to his feet and supporting his body on yours as you quickly found a sheltered spot to let him sit.

“What happened? Why are you hurt— you said you wouldn’t get hurt.” You cried, holding a bloody palm to your tattoos, trying to summon a healing spell. Hanbin was barely breathing; struggling to stay conscious for you.

After hours of fighting, your power had grown weak. The pain you experienced, mirroring the injuries on Hanbin’s body, also prevented you from conjuring the spell. You gave up trying to get it from the source, realising that it wouldn’t work in your current state. Instead, you placed your hands on Hanbin’s chest, your fingers touching the ink on his collarbone. You closed your eyes tightly, mustering as much strength as you could to reach his body. His tattoos flickered, wanting to shine brightly from your touch, but unable to summon enough power for it.

He gasped, air flooding his lungs again. His eyes watered from the pain, and he instinctively tried to push your hands away, although he knew that they were what was still keeping him alive. The blood loss was driving his body and mind crazy; the need, the thirst for it, overwhelming. You realized what was going on from just his face, the unmistakable sign of a bloodthirsty vampire flashing in his faint eyes. 

“Take mine.” You said quickly, pushing your garment to the side, exposing your neck to him. 

“N-no, I can’t.” He whispered, terrified at the thought of hurting you.

“Please. You’ll die.” You begged, your voice laced with desperation. Strangely, you had no fear. You didn’t care about how much it would hurt, or if it would drive you bloodthirsty as well. You just needed him to survive.

Due to his weak state, you were able to overpower him. You forced his mouth open in desperation, revealing the sharp fangs on his top row of teeth. He cried, having no strength to stop you. He would rather die than risk causing you harm. 

Hanbin submitted to your wishes, knowing that if he didn’t comply with biting you, you would find a different, more dangerous way to give him your blood. He sunk his fangs weakly into your neck and forced himself to suck. The taste of your blood trickling down his throat instantly curbed the insatiable need for it. You cried out in pain, feeling your strength wither as your blood left you. The sound broke Hanbin’s heart, icy tears falling from his eyes.

The taste of your blood was sweet and warm, but Hanbin refused to enjoy a single drop of it. As soon as he felt a fraction of his strength coming back, he used it to push you off of him. 

You looked back at him and the entire world seemed to disappear. The fight was still ongoing behind you, but no shouts or explosions reached your ears. His eyes slowly gained back their colour, flickering to yours and softening. With tear stains on his cheeks and blood splattered across his face and neck, he reached for you gently, hesitantly. Almost too hesitant to be quite like him. 

“I hurt you.” He said in anguish, his eyes unable to leave the wound on your neck. “Why did you let me hurt you?” He searched your face for an answer, and it stared right back at him. Losing him would be more painful to you than any wound, even if he was the one who gave it to you. He could hurt you, wound you, or even kill you, and you would still give yourself up to him without needing to think.

Vampires always felt cold, but Hanbin’s touch felt exceptionally gelid when it reached your cheek. He looked gaunt, his exhaustion evident even after he had gotten some strength back. You needed to get him to safety, somewhere where skilled healers could tend to him. His eyes looked scared. Not scared of the battle, but scared of himself and what he had done to you.

“You could never hurt me. Just please stay alive.” You whispered, holding his bloodied hand. His eyes still naturally drew back to your neck, shaky breaths leaving him as he processed your words and nodded weakly. 

He bent to kiss you with the energy he had, the action portraying a million thoughts and feelings. You felt him crumble in your arms, his body giving out on him as his lips touched yours. You held him steady, supporting his neck so his head didn’t fall. His eyelids drooped, and with a trembling breath you realized the carmine colour of his eyes was fading again.

“No, no— Hanbin, please.” Your hands fumbled, trying to think of what to do. You simply had no power left to give to him. Your hand slipped to his waist, trying to readjust him into a better position. That’s when you felt the warm liquid on your hand. 

The wound must have been from a bullet, you deduced quickly. No other weapon that humans possessed could have caused him to bleed so much. The bullet had pierced him in merely half a second, lodging itself in his side. It was a wonder how such a small piece of silver could do so much damage to a vampire as powerful as Hanbin. He was dazed, the feeling of you pressing on the wound to try to stop the bleeding the only sensation he could discern.

Shouts grew louder in your ear. Although you had found a hidden space away from the battle, you were still exposed to danger. You stood carefully, pulling Hanbin up with you. Your only hope now was to get him back to safety as quickly as possible. His soul was still clinging to the bit of energy you had given him, but you wouldn’t have much time before it ran out completely. 

He stumbled as he rose to his feet, doing his best to support his own weight. He would have fallen back into your arms if something hadn’t hit him quicker. A small piece of silver, not more than 2 centimetres, seared straight through his chest, and a gasp fell from his lips.

You heard the shot. You felt it too, in the middle of your chest, a scathing pain spreading up your neck. You failed to catch Hanbin in time before he fell. 

It was over. You knew you had failed. Your options were expended and your time running out. Dropping to the ground as well, you clung to his body. With no energy left to fight, much less save him, you accepted the loss. Closing your eyes, you gathered him in your arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead as if you were comforting a small child.

It was a send off, of sorts. A last goodbye, and a testament to your love. He took his final breath, cradled safe in your arms, protected from the world. After all he had given for you, he deserved to rest comfortably. 

As his soul perished, you felt yours fading as well. He was taking you with him, knowing you could never live apart from him. Intertwined in every way, even until death. That was the fate you and him shared.

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 1: Alone

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 2k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, eventually Character x Reader (idk who yet tho)

Masterlist | Next

You grimace as you open your eyes, slowly focusing on your surroundings. Your back is still throbbing. Your head actually feels quite peaceful. The light of the room is dim, and as your eyes focus, you notice the numerous seals lining the walls, stickered over one another. You're surrounded by candle lights. 

You've heard of this room before. You never expected to be the one in it though. 

" Ah, finally woke up from your beauty sleep? "

As you turn, you come face to face with your sensei, leaving you confused once again. He's seated on a chair, the back of the stool facing you as he's seated backwards. There's a casual grin on his face. He looks stupid. Like always. 

" Gojo sensei? " 

The last thing you remember is Inumaki not recognizing you, in fact, he even used his cursed speech on you, forcing you to sleep. Admittedly, it was one of the nicest naps you've ever had, but still. 

" Ah, Inumaki told me you were confused- he also mentioned you're Sukuna's best friend. It got us quite worried, considering you seem to know quite a bit about Inumaki. You even mentioned that he's your upperclassman. " 

You nod. You've got no idea on what to say. Yes, Ryomen is trouble. A little shit. Yet they were treating you like your best friend is some kind of horrible curse or something, worst of the worst. 

" What do you know about me? "

You blink. Is this a test? It had to be. 

" You're Gojo Satoru. You have both Six Eyes' and Limitless cursed technique. You're the first year's mentor- I'm one of your first years, actually. Uhm.... You lost someone you were close with once last year. We're close. In a respectful way. I see you like an elder cousin. " 

Gojo's eyes widen below his blindfold, completely taken by surprise. You knew of Geto? 

" How did he die? "

You tense. You hate that memory. Not to mention with how he's looking at you. He's mentioned that they used to be close. You found him at a bad moment, and helped him through it. 

" I killed him.. "

" What? "

Now it's Gojo's turn to be surprised. 

" I stopped the blood stream to his heart. I found you, just before you were about to end him. I could see it when I had arrived. You don't look at enemies the same way you looked at that man. You care for him. Jujutsu society was already asking a lot of you. I didn't want you to live with the guilt of having to kill someone you cared for. "

Gojo is eerily silent for a good moment. His six eyes aren't having issues. Your flow of cursed energy really is different. You're not from here. 

" You have a student ID right? What's your name? "

" Kamo Y/N."

You hand your student ID  to him. 

" Already a second grade student as a first year? Impressive. I take it you're from the Kamo clan? Or are you a foreigner with a similar last name as one of the three clans- You don't look like you're from around here. "

" No, I'm from the Kamo clan. My mother fell in love with a foreigner. "

" Blood Manipulation? "

" Water manipulation, actually. "

His eyebrows visibly raise beneath his brow. 

" I've never heard that before. What's that? I take it you can manipulate water, like the name intends? "

" Yes, I can. I can manipulate any body of water, and create or change the condensation of it. " 

" Including the blood in people their bodies. "

You cringe at his words. 

" Yes. "

It's not the favorite part of your technique, but it's definitely a part of it. 

Gojo sighs, sitting up straight as he contemplates on what to do. 

" Who's your mother? "

" Kamo Asuka. "

His eyebrows furrow. He's heard that name before, but he can't remember when. Your student ID is legit too. He sighs, getting up. 

" Okay. Something is definitely going on here. I've got no idea what, but don't worry, your sensei will look into it. " 

Hos previous serious expression is replaced by his easy going one again. He's grinning as he gets up from the chair, and unties you from yours. 

" Welcome back at school I guess. I'll be putting you in the girls dormitory for now. We'll introduce you to the rest of the class tomorrow. "

Soon enough, the both of you are finally leaving the room, and you're headed back to familiar grounds. 

To your surprise, he leads you to the exact dorm room you used to stay, but your eyes widen in negative surprise as you notice that it's empty. All of your belongings not there. Your polaroids aren't hanging messily over your wall, your clothes aren't messily stacked in an overfull laundry basket in the corner of the room, your books aren't under your bed, and your comfortable bedsheets which you sneaked in from home aren't on your bed. 

" You okay? "

He notices your expression. 

" Yeah, just... This is supposed to be my room. All my stuff is gone.... "

-

The night passes by, but you can't find it in yourself to fall asleep. You're just tossing and turning, and eventually, you finally get up, and make your way outside, towards the river. 

You're going to fix your back. You breathe in the cool night's air. You'd often sneak out at times like this, along with your best friend. You'd catch the bus that goes until 3 am to Shibuya, and pop by some 24/7 convenience store from time to time. 

You take out your phone, testing your luck. 

Kuna

I'm hungry

Tf you want me to do

Lets sneak off to the kitchens, I wanna bake cupcakes

No

Wait no I'm coming

I wanna spoon out the left over batter

U gotta share tho

No

You sigh as you look at the old texts. They're not that old, only from yesterday. By accident, you had woken up Nobara as well and together the three of you ended up baking cupcakes. 

It had been fun. 

You type a message. 

Hey, where are you? 

[ The number you're trying to reach is not in use. ]

Something really wasn't right, you really were somewhere you weren't supposed to be. 

You decide to just focus on the task ahead. Throwing the, currently useless, device in the grass beside you, you step into the shallow part of the river. 

Unlike most cursed techniques, you found yours pleasant to use. You didn't need to intent harm on anyone to use it. You also managed to master your reverse cursed technique. With enough water, you can heal injuries. 

You manipulate a bit of the river's water into the palm of your hands, allowing the water to encase your hand. The water is still cold, but that only makes you sigh in relief as you press your water encased hand to your back, the water lighting up as your abilities get to work. This was so much more pleasant. 

-

" Okay students,  meet your new, very awesome classmate, Kamo Y/N! "

Gojo is way to cheerful as he introduces you. 

Nonetheless, you smile politely as you slide open the door, and step inside the classroom. 

" Hi. Nice to meet you all, I hope we get along well. " 

You bow, finishing your introduction formally. 

This is not how it went when you introduced yourself back in your universe, but that was more than okay. 

A spark comes to life in Nobara's eye. 

" Another girl! This is great! Finally I'm not just stuck with these two! " Nobara cheers. 

Both men beside her grumble. 

Yuuji pouts. 

" Why, what's wrong with us? I thought you liked us. "

Megumi's mildly annoyed expression shifts soon enough, his focus now on you. 

" Kamo? "

He's always been sharp. He probably wonders why you're here when your cousin (Noritoshi) is in the Kyoto school. 

" Y/N isn't like our regular students, Megumi. She randomly popped up yesterday out of nowhere. She already knows you, but no one of us knows anything about her, thus far. " Gojo explains. 

Megumi's eyebrows furrow, as Yuuji gasps. 

" Out of nowhere? What if you're from a different universe? " 

You raise a brow. You hadn't thought about that. Had the cursed spirit you've been fighting really been strong enough to send you here? 

" Don't spout nonsense Yuuji-"

" I think it's actually a good theory. "

All four students turn surprised to their sensei. 

" Your flow of cursed energy is different. It's somewhat more peaceful, but it also feels like it doesn't belong here.- I forgot to ask you a bunch of questions yesterday actually, how did you end up here? "

He's leaning back against the desk, fingers on his chin as his expression is relatively serious. 

" I was fighting a cursed spirit. It was special grade. It popped up out of nowhere. It wasn't alone either. One went after me while the other went after Sukuna. The one that went after me was strong, and made me fall through some kind of hoop. I was supposed to fall in the river, but I ended up falling right at the entrance of the school, which is where Inumaki senpai found me. " 

Yuuji blinks, though his eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

" Sukuna? "

Yuuji can only hope you aren't referring to the very curse he hates. 

" Yeah, Itadori Sukuna. That actually reminds me, is he sleeping in late again, that he's not here? " 

All eyes blink at you in confusion. 

" Yeah, I actually forgot to ask about that yesterday as well. Is your Sukuna a student? "

Gojo seems confusingly serious about it. 

" Ah, yeah. He is. He's Yuuji's twin, actually. "

Everyone's eyes are wide open, and Yuuji's mouth actually falls open. 

" My- my twin?! " He calls out, visible distressed. 

You blink, wondering what you've said wrong. 

" Yeah? -"

" Ryomen Sukuna is the king of curses here. He's a very powerful sorcerer from the Heian era, back when the curses ruled. It took a lot to defeat him. And the sorcerers from back then couldn't even kill him. They cut up his 20 fingers and sealed them. "

You blink in surprise at Gojo's explanation. Before furrowing your eyebrows in disgust and realization. 

" 20? "

Gojo nods. 

" Our Sukuna had 4 arms. "

" Ew. "

" I can swallow his fingers. "

Now you blink at Yuuji. He blinks back at you with a bit of a dumb grin, Nobara cringes in disgust. 

" Ew. "

" Right! You get it, it's so unsanitary! "

She's definitely glad to have you. 

" But then, Sukuna's presence lives in you? " 

Yuuji nods. 

" Yeah. Don't worry though, I've got full control over him. "

This is all just very confusing for you. 

" Right. "

" Sukuna Ryomen as a student. I never imagined that- I take it his cursed technique is slicing in your.. Universe.. As well? "

Gojo seems positively interested. The possibilities of Sukuna being a student is amazing to him. 

You shake your head. 

" He doesn't have any cursed energy, actually. "

" What? "

" Yeah, he's free of it. "

Gojo's eyes widen. He only knows one person who was free from it. 

" Like-"

" Yes, like him. "

You flit your eyes over Megumi, who just seems confused. 

Gojo is only more surprised at this point.

" Okay... Well, enough of this. Let's turn back to class for now. We'll figure out how to get you back to your universe. For now, let's just focus on classes. This way, perhaps you won't fall behind. "

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Taglist:

@luxylucylou

[yourlocal-edgelord]

HI WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF ME AND MY FRIEND AS BATFAM

part 9:

Steph: GUYS RUN THEY’RE CONFISCATING PHONES

Steph: HIDE THEM WHERE THEY WONT FIND IT

Jason: THEY FOUND TIMS PHONE

Jason: HES CURLED UP AND CRYING IN THE LIBRARY NEXT TO ME

Dick: HELP THEY BOUGHT A METAL DETECTOR TO SCAN THE BAGS

5 minutes later

Steph: REPORT BACK DO YOU STILL HAVE IT?

Dick: YEAH I SHOVED IT UNDER THE COUCH

(ironically this was all happening over text on our phones)

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Tim: bro does this happen to yall

Tim: like my face is so hot itss practoically giving out heat

Tim: n my hands r legit freezing

Tim: like i touch my face mn my hand gets sizzled

Jason: its called an iron deficiency i think

tim: wait

Tim: no-

tim: thats

Tim: uhm

Tim: this is the first time uve made me trip on shit i already know

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Dick: If i jumped off a cliff would you jump too?

Tim: I dont think thats relevant considering i’ve already jumped off a cliff voluntarily for fun

Dick: YOU WHAT?? WHEN????

Tim: I think the real question here is if i jumped off a cliff would you do it too?

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Tim: I think im scared of heights

Dick: YOU LITERALLY JUST SAID YOU JUMPED OFF A CLIFF FOR FUN

Tim: I like the adrenaline rush

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Jason, tim and steph glancing at eachother.

Tim: Hey damian whats that in your hand?

Damian confused: Its a coconut?

Steph: KO KO KOKO KOKONUT, KOKONUT

Jason: KOKONUT, KO KO KOKO KOKONUT, KOKONUT

Tim: KOKONUT, KO KO KOKO KOKONUT, KOKONUT

Damian now mildy concerned and even more confused.

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[blainesebastian]

mistakes were made

words: 2,290 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “fic about the reader getting really bad food poisoning and Austin taking care of her” warnings: none notes: i really enjoyed writing this request, thank you! hope you enjoy it :) masterlist is here tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

You kinda have a love-hate relationship with the chicken place down the street. Sometimes the spice level is completely different any time you order it, which makes no sense that you can’t depend on it being the same every time, the fries are sometimes Cajun flavored…sometimes not? (no matter how you order them), and delivery and pick-up can range from ten minutes to two hours with no rhyme or reason.

And yet, you give this place your money pretty much every week.

“There’s something charming about it.” You tell Austin, your best friend, over the phone as you walk out of your apartment (the goal is to get coffee, do a nice mental health walk and grab said chicken for dinner).

You can hear Austin crinkling his nose as he replies, “There is nothin’ charming about chicken that sticks to the wrapper when you order it.”

You can’t help but snicker, walking down the steps and outside on another beautiful day in New York. No rain this time in the weather forecast…you made sure to check. The last little walk you went on, you hadn’t checked the projections and got stuck in a downpour. Austin found it hilarious—you? Not so much.

“Uhm, that’s definitely part of the charm, excuse you,” Rolling your eyes, you cross the street, making your way to the coffee shop that you favor. “Maybe you need a reminder. I can order you somethin’.”

“No,” Austin laughs, “Despite the fact that I’m in New York for the next few weeks,” A pleasant and warm thrum kisses your body at that, it’s been way too long since you’ve seen him, “I will not be eating at that place. C’mon, ditch the chicken, let me take you to a proper dinner.”

You smirk, “’A proper dinner?’ What’re you from an Oscar Wilde novel?” You laugh, “Or is this you askin’ me out on a date?”

Austin’s quiet for a few moments, the sound of traffic behind him, a soft hum leaving his lips, “It very well could be, you know, a date.”

Your heart hammers in your chest because…you both have been at this very same precipice so many times. You’re just not sure how it’d work out. You’re…you’re so normal compared to him, legit have a job teaching second grade English and art. This man is an upcoming actor, getting bigger and more prestigious with each role he accepts. How would that work?

“I’ll say yes if it’s the chicken place.”

Austin laughs, something warm that dips into your stomach, “You’re insufferable.” He mumbles.

You can’t help but grin, “I know, part of my charm. You love it.”

“I do,” Austin confirms and lets that sit for a few moments, “I gotta go, but see you tonight? Even if you refuse to part ways from that chicken place.”

“Yes,” You promise and then throw in to drive him crazy— “It’s a date.”

--

You’re not quite a nap person—you know you get weird looks for saying that but it’s just something you haven’t managed to perfect like some people. So you know the moment you pass out on the couch after eating your favorite order from the chicken place is a bad idea. You feel sick the moment you wake up, groggy, a bit disoriented—like you’re not sure if you slept ten minutes or ten hours.

You blink at your phone as you pick it up, missed texts from Austin—

Austin: be over in an hour

The was fifty minutes ago.

Austin: you in a chicken coma?

You let out a soft huff and text back,

Y/N: 🐔🐔🐔

You stand from your couch, swaying a moment, dizzy and kind of get your bearings for a moment before shaking your head. How is it that naps always mess you up like this? Wandering to set your phone down on the kitchen counter, you move to fill a glass of water and take a few sips, your apartment intercom system beeping. A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth and you move to press the button,

“Yeah?”

“Yeah?” Austin asks, “That’s all I get? What about a ‘hello’?”

“I reserve that for the food delivery people.”

Austin chuckles lightly but you hit the button to buzz him in, not wanting to reserve him to all the banter outside…it’s been a while since you’ve seen one another and you have missed him. Letting out a slow breath, you open the door and hover for a few moments, your stomach churning and you kinda shake your head at yourself because apparently now you sometimes have to take an anti-acid with your favorite chicken place. Maybe you’re just getting old.

Glancing up as you hear the elevator ding, you can’t help but smile as you see Austin getting off, making his way down the hall to you. Just as attractive as you’ve always remembered and yet somehow more devastatingly handsome than you’re able to recall. You smile at his pair of black jeans, white t-shirt, blue jean jacket; simple, comfortable, looks too good on his tall frame.

He reaches for you, his hand plucking the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing and using it as leverage to tug you forward into his embrace. You can’t help but grin, pushing yourself up on your toes and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You squeeze him tightly, closing your eyes to his familiar scent that feels far too much like home. You feel him press his face into your shoulder and hair, planting a kiss there before letting you go.

“We gonna spend tonight out or in?” He asks, giving you a teasing look at your oversized t-shirt. “Pretty sure you could pull that look off with some boots.”

There’s a myriad of replies that you’ve got right at the tip of your tongue but something shifts in how you’re feeling, far too soon, stomach lurching along with a sickly-sour sensation in the back of your mouth. Oh no, oh no. Your eyes widen and you don’t even have a chance to explain to Austin what is happening, just kind of putting your hand up and rushing to the bathroom and kneeling down in front of the toilet before losing the contents of your stomach.

It's quick and kind of violent and god, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to remove that taste from your mouth even if you brush your teeth a handful of times. Groaning, you flush the toilet, sitting to the side for a few moments because—what even was that? Your mind whirs through possibilities but…deep down you know there’s pretty much only one thing you can land on, and it’s not pregnancy, so.

You glance up to see Austin moving to stand in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb. While part of you wants to tell him to just…leave you alone to suffer, he’s also seen you a lot worse than this.

“Don’t even say it.” You mumble, running a hand over your face. It’s really not a good sign that you’re sweating, slightly dizzy and your stomach hurts. You feel worse.

“I wasn’t gonna say anythin’.” Austin comments, crossing his arms over his chest, “Other than you look terrible.”

A soft laugh rumbles in your chest and that is…decidedly the wrong move because your stomach protests with another lurch. You quickly turn towards the toilet, coughing afterwards, a soft whimper leaving your lips as you feel Austin hover behind you and help hold your hair back. His hand gently works up and down your back until you’re done, slouching back against his body. He reaches up and flushes again, reaching for a washcloth on your tub.

“Just leave me here to die,” You mumble, tears stinging your eyes because you’re…embarrassed? Which seems so silly, it’s just Austin. But also just…you feel terrible. Not just physically, but the fact that Austin doesn’t visit often and now he’s stuck here taking care of you.

He smirks lightly, even though you’re not looking at his face, you can hear it as he talks, “Still think that chicken place is charming, hmm?”

Austin turns on the tub and wets the washcloth in his hand, dragging it over your forehead and along the back of your neck. You groan lightly, your hand rubbing over your stomach, “Please don’t talk about food.”

“Fair enough,” He brushes some hair over your shoulder, “Think you’re done?”

“God I hope so.” You whine and a soft rumble of amusement happens in Austin’s chest. He carefully hooks his arms underneath your armpits and swiftly lifts you from the floor. Your knees are wobbly and you take a step back, leaning against his chest a moment.

He keeps you steady, one hand on your waist and then helps guide you out of the bathroom to your bed. You sit slowly on it, attempting to assess yourself. You’re still…very nauseous but you don’t think you’ll be vomiting more any time soon. You really hope not. Closing your eyes a moment, you run a hand through your hair, sitting still so that the room doesn’t spin.

“You know,” Austin sits down next to you, toeing his shoes off, “Think this wouldn’t have happened if you would’ve just let me take you out on a date.”

A startled laugh leaves your lips as you turn your head to look at him, “Oh my god,” You playfully tap his face, “Shut up.”

He smiles, taking your hand off his face but holding onto it, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Think you need a firm break-up with the chicken place.”

You crinkle your nose—you need to brush your teeth but walking back towards the bathroom sounds like a fate worse than death, “Never knew you’d be so jealous over a chicken restaurant, this is cute and unexpected.”

Austin huffs out a sound but it’s amusing to you that he doesn’t quite deny it either. You take a few moments to look at your hands joined, his thumb traveling along your knuckles and the bones of your fingers. There’s a slight fluttering sensation in your chest that almost offsets the nausea. Almost.

“I’m sorry I ruined the night,” You mention when you turn a bit to look at him. He doesn’t get much time to himself unless he’s between projects and you’re sure this is the last thing he wants to be doing when he could be having a night out in New York.

Austin shakes his head, brushing your hair aside so its not in your face, “You didn’t ruin anythin’.”

“I feel terrible,” You reply with a soft laugh and then close your eyes, groaning, “Literally, I feel terrible.”

Austin laughs gently and wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into his chest. Leaning against him, you huff dramatically, allowing your eyes to close for a few moments as you relish in the feeling of his touch, hands through your hair, along your back. Eventually, he stands from the bed and motions to the headboard,

“We’ll watch one of those awful sci-fi films you like. I’ll make you some tea, get you some water too—need to keep hydrated.”

You stand slowly from the bed on wobbly knees, intent on brushing your teeth first. “Alien is not horrible.”

Austin crinkles his nose, “Sure.”

You don’t argue with him—mostly because you don’t have the energy to, and he’s being nice in offering to make you tea, so, you’ll let him slide this one time. Brushing your teeth as quickly as you can, you wander back to bed and grab the remote, stacking some pillows against the headboard for you and Austin to lean against. Running a hand over your face, you slowly sit down and tug the blankets over your legs. Bluh—still far too nauseas. You pick up the remote for your TV and start the movie Alien, a small twinge of a smile on your lips as you think about Austin’s ‘review’. Clearly he does not appreciate a good classic.

You close your eyes and tip your head back, letting out a soft sigh as you attempt to self-evaluate. Last thing you want to do is drink something when you’re not ready but…Austin’s right, you need to keep yourself hydrated. You hear him walk back in, setting glasses on the nightstand,

“Water first.”

Humming lightly, you run a hand over your stomach before picking up the glass of water. You take a few slow, careful sips, waiting for your body to absolutely pitch a fit. When it doesn’t, you lean more comfortably against some pillows, Austin joining by crawling into bed beside you.

“Think I’m gonna make it.” You tell him, your body coming to lean along his.

Austin smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so that you’re more against his chest. “Glad to hear it,” He reaches for the tea on the nightstand, handing it over to you as you put the glass of water down, “Doesn’t this movie have the alien bursting out of some dude’s chest? You’d think you’d want to avoid visuals like that.”

Snickering, you take a slow sip of tea, pausing, before leaning back against Austin again. Your head rests on his shoulder, “I’m immune to aliens.”

“Just not to chicken.”

You grimace, turning a bit so that your nose brushes against the soft skin of his neck. “Too soon.”

Austin smiles, tilting his head down a little so he can plant a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to consider that date, hmm?”

You take another sip of tea, allowing your eyes to close for a few moments, your stomach fluttering now in a good way. “Alright—just…anything but chicken.”

Austin smirks, squeezing you closer. “Noted.”

[norissisca]

you guys r probs impatiently waiting for the second part of my fic. . . heh. Whoopsies, kinda took a break. . . Don’t worry. I’ll uhm get right back into writing!! . . . Don’t come at me but I kinda thought of another uh fic idea. . Silly me I’ve been watching too much zombie shows n movies lately mainly shit like all of us are dead, zom100 (live action and anime shit was so peak) and even #alive so I’ve thought of another fic idea THAT I will probs not do or maybe do it at the same time as the Kaiju!au.

Legit thought of a Zombieau! Where it’s nerdy!Satoru that’s majoring finance to take over his super dooper crazy company x nerdy!Suguru that’s a tattoo artist (nggh) but doesn’t go to reader and Satoru’s university x Popular!Reader that’s like majoring in neuroscience to be a neurosurgeon (had to search this one up boys) and also fashion cuz we cunty like that. And they fall in luv teehee! <3

Ok sorry I will erm, finish my fic first before brainstorming ideas and probably making myself look crazy

[adoremexxs]

Weird idea but what if Zohakuten’s sweet S/O (the one you wrote about) gets into a fight? Like a group was picking on them in the hallway were no one could help them? And when Zohakuten decided to skip class he came across them but his S/O was beating them up. I can imagine the reader basically jumping the group like how nezuko “jumped” daki in season two. Like reader was kicking them in the ground, not letting them get up. And Zohas like “damn..😳”

this is legit one of the sanest ideas that i have got requested 😭

warnings: beating ppl up

You were in a tough situation.

These group of girls would not leave you alone for whatever reason.

They legit named themselves the bullies and it was the stupidest name ever.

You had no idea why they were deciding to harass you. Maybe you were just too pretty! That’s probably what Zohakuten would’ve said.

You just ignored them, continuing to walk around until one of them grabbed your head and slammed you into the ground.

Nuh uh. You ain’t going to let that slide!

.

.

.

Zohakuten was a bit concerned because you two were supposed to meet up and skip class together but he waited 5 minutes and already got impatient.

So he set off to go look for you! Zohakuten had heard yells and screams. He thought maybe it was some sort of banshee ghost since the area has no teachers or students. Well besides (Y/N), they should be here. It’s so deserted and he wouldn’t be surprised if it was a ghost though.

Obviously his curiosity gets the better of him. It’s not like he can’t defend himself if it was actually someone.

It was (Y/N). You were kicking the main bully’s head into the ground repeatedly. The others were passed out and this girl just wouldn’t pass out.

The girl finally got knocked out by your final and msot fatal kick to her head. You didn’t care if you got in trouble! They had been bullying you!

You wipe off your bloody hands. They were all cut up now! You’ll have to bandage them all up.

“(Y/N), what the fuck?” You whipped around to see Zohakuten’s mouth agape.

“Zoha! Hi!” You grin and hurry over to him, wrapping him in a hug. He was stunned. He couldn’t believe what he just saw. You, his sweet and nice (Y/N), beating up some group of girls for being assholes!

Your knuckles were cut up and man, he felt terrible. You were already getting out your first aid kit to bandage yourself up but Zohakuten quickly took it from you. He looked nervous.

“What’s wrong, Zohakuten?”

“I want to do it…”

.

.

.

You guys had moved to a quieter part. You also just didn’t want to be by those girls. Zohakuten’s hands were shaking as he disinfected your cuts and scratches.

“What’s wrong, Zo?”

“Nothing. Just…a little nervous to do this. Uhm…since when could you fight?” He looks up at you and you just pat his head with your free hand.

“Forever! Those girls just wouldn’t leave me alone and they started it so I beat them up.”

“…Good job, I’m proud of you.”

Zohakuten’s voice was shaky as he started to wrap your hands up. It wasn’t the best but it would do the job.

Zohakuten is praying for you to fight more so he can witness it. It’s so badass.

[myloveleeknow]

SHIFTING YAP SESH

so since today is my last day before winter break (i manifested my parents letting me stay home on friday) i'm gonna be manifesting my dream life tonight!!! the method i'm using is perfect for me despite not even being made by myself 😭 but overall i'm really confident in it, so confident that I won't be posting on tumblr until I have my success story. i've done this before in the past where i've 'found the perfect method' but i really have this time. this method isn't just some 'oh i think it's cool' or 'many people have succeeded with it so i will too' no! this method or should i say technique, is something i've been doing unknowingly and labelling as hypnagogia. if you aren't familiar with this term it's basically just the state between awake and asleep, (about to fall asleep and/or the brink of falling asleep) and I used to think that's what i was doing. i was very wrong.

i was actually doing hypnagogia's hotter sister, hypnapompia, (the state between asleep and awake, a.k.a about to wake up) without realizing. i think a better way to describe it is as your body is about to wake up. a key part of the void state or just shifting in general is that you want your body to be asleep and your mind to be awake. i only discoveeed this devastating mistake a month ago, and i always wondered why hypnagogia never worked for me while it also did. no dumbass!! hypnapompia is what worked for you!!! i used to use wbtb to shift, and on the "btb" part i never shifted then. i always shifted when i had a natural awakening, before my body could lock in and realize we were awake. in that time, i would start affirming. the few times i've managed to do this were my closest to shifting EVER. i even realized that back in aug 2023, i also had an encounter with hypnapompia and that was another one of my craziest shifting experiences (i legit started ascending i cannot make this up). but the fact that i would label it as hypnagogia (i also knew what hypnapompia was which makes it even more upsetting that it took me so long to realize) made my journey a lot more difficult.

if i could've remembered the existence of hypnapompia back in aug 2023, i promise you, i would've shifted already. i don't think the problem is that we aren't acknowledging what makes us shift, it's that we don't know what makes us shift. (stay with me now) of course the answer will always be you, but there are some variables that make it 10x easier. maybe doing affirmations is your variable, maybe visualizing is your variable, maybe one of the hot sisters hypnagogia and hypnapompia are your variables, maybe you don't need a variable at all! but it pains me so much when i read 'almost shifted' stories and they simply don't know what got them so close. and i think misplacing my trust in hypnagogia is what made my experimenting era so damn LONG.

so uhm i'm gonna be using a technique tonight that involves HYPNAPOMPIA!! and not fuckass hypnagogia cuz that never worked for me actually.

[sevscyarika]

tagged by @sugaarquoted

My four favs :

(at the moment, these four)

Hunter: uhm. im kinda obsessed with this man LMFAOOO. ok look. hes such a cool little guy. i compare myself a lot to him- which is crazy ik. but more on the “older sibling” aspect, yk? other than that, i just luv him. hes a really cool guy LMAO. his relationships with his brothers and Omega- and his whole persona is just.. idk how to explain it but i luv it.

Silco: OWNDICNSNDKXO. ok. uhm. i luv this man sm. BRO- HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH JINX- kms. my friend says i have daddy issues but i refuse to believe. i also luv his persona n stuff- yes i know my taste is questionable. but like.. you guys- WHEN YOU GET TO REALLY SEE THE CHARACTER-! yk. i also like how hes lowk chill but also crashes out LMAO. like hes a little chill guy.

Sev: this killing machine. Soskskkssjsj. i luv Sev. despite me being the oldest out of my siblings- im literally like Sev. i luv how hes so chill but is like- thirsty for blood LMAO. my favorite part of playing Repcomm is just hearing Sev and Scorch bicker- its hilarious, i luv em. i also luv his little stunts and how badass he is. hes just a little dude.

Amanda: omgggg I LUV AMANDA-! shes legit me, you guys. i luv how crazy she is- but also how badass she is- LIKE- SAW X?! her constant search of approval and acceptance from John is so me. i also really just love how she became an apprentice and her lore LMAO- shes just a really badass character (way better than Mark aodkdjdj).

(hope i did this right 😭🤞)

[itsmattchou]

all day, i'm thinking about you !

starring: zb1 & some zumblrcord members warnings: jiwoong gets ageshamed (misa core), mentions of eating children, turkish alpha wolf, hanbin is a 'hater', taerae is delulu, cutie yujin, english isn't my first language!!! genre: uhm i have legit no idea. misc? synopsis: in a parallel universe where zb1 are the fans of zumblr… how do they act as fanboys? notes: zumblrcord people love this idea. are you a zb1 too? shoutout to moni @taerrrrrae for the elif evil editing idea! mentioned: elif @jinkiseason ; venom @zerobaseonefics ; irene @itaerae ; tea @teaxeee ; eris @keita-luv ; misa @terazono-keita

ZUMBLR (점브러) is a 9-member project group formed by MNET‘s survival show DELULU PLANET 999. They made their debut on July 4, 2023 with the mini album 'OLD AGE IN THE LIGHT' and the song 'Out Wilted'.

Fandom Name: ZB1 (ZeroBaseOne) Official Merch: a Zumblr mug🤓

kim jiwoong he's not as open about being a zb1 as the other boys. it's more like his secret identity. kim jiwoong at day, zb1 at night, he's basically like batman. he writes a lot of fanfictions but nobody knows about it, he uses a different name on the internet. he's part of the zb1 discord and gets roasted for his age regularly. he likes buying the zumblr albums and loves listening to their music, especially when he's jogging or cleaning his apartment. he's waiting for the day that one of members acts in a kdrama. his bias is elif.

zhang hao he's always uploading covers of zumblr songs. if singing covers, dance covers or violin covers doesn't matter. he uploads them and is fairly popular in the fandom. listens to every song the second a new album drops and is also big on streaming. he's also really into 'drama' surrounding zumblr. he still laughs about the way mnet tried evil editing "RAWRR turkish alpha wolf" elif into making it seem like she eats kids because they didn't want a furry in the line up. elif still made it as P04. hao can't decide for a bias.

sung hanbin he's the most well known zb1. he went viral for 'hating' on zumblr member venom (everybody knows he's utterly in love with her). he also writes fanfictions but he's more open about it. probably cries every night thinking about zumblrs future disbandment. he works in a coffeeshop and makes sure to regularly play zumblr songs in order to promote them further. he has like hundreds of fellow zb1 friends and moots online. he claims that he biases somebody else, but everybody knows that his bias is venom.

seok matthew he's the sweetest fan for real. he streams and votes a lot, he would feel guilty if not. he likes buying the albums and always makes sure to preorder them so he could receive extra benefits. he always has a photocard in his phone case and changes it regularly. he cried while watching the dp999 finale, even though his pick made it. he likes to upload funny videos about zumblr onto youtube (zumblr out of context eg) and has a big following too. his zumblr lightstick is his most beloved possession. his bias is chou, obviously.

kim taerae he's literally the most delulu out of all of them. he might not seem like it, but he definitely is. while hanbin and jiwoong are the ones writing the fanfictions, he's the one who's constantly reading them. he loves covering zumblr songs and uploading his singing onto youtube and tiktok. taerae rewatches delulu planet 999 often and is constantly sad about all the eliminated trainees. he really likes to trade his photocards for no specific reason. he's incredibly bad at voting and streaming though. he is an ot9.

shen ricky he's the kinda stan that owns EVERYTHING. he rich fr. albums? owns every single version of every album. seasons greeting? he has it. merch? best believe he buys every piece possible. concert tickets? he's spoiling himself with vip tickets. he has won multiple phone calls too and every other broke stan is incredibly jealous of him. he's talked to every member so far and literally went viral on multiple platforms for his obsession with zumblr because he posted about it. his bias is irene, as she's just as rich as him.

kim gyuvin he only speaks in zumblr references and has annoyed friends into becoming zb1s too. he runs a meme page / very popular fan page for zumblr. every other zb1 knows him. zumblr has even mentioned him in lives before. he buys every album (but only one version. he's kinda broke.) and decorates his room with some fan articles. he likes learning the dances. he goes to karaoke bars regularly and always puts zumblr songs on, his favorite being 'never', the solo song from chou. gyuvin changes his bias like every single day.

park gunwook he's the friend gyuvin annoyed into becoming a zb1. he started watching delulu planet 999 when it was already too late and almost ending and he really regretted not tuning in earlier. he's a big zb1 now even though his #1 pick (tea) didn't make it. but he's still a bit more chill compared to some other members. he doesn't buy albums because he wants to save up to go to one of their concerts instead. he streams zumblrs music kind of unintentionally as it's always playing on loop while he's his doing homework. he doesn't bias anyone in the group. (missing tea hours)

han yujin he watches all youtube videos about them while he's doing his homework. he once scribbled the zumblr logo on a test sheet and got an extra point because the teacher is also a zb1 (biased). he cries often because the maknae- eris- is younger than him. he likes to do dancing covers and uploads them on tiktok. he always saves up money in order to buy some albums or merch. he reads zumblr fluff whenever he's sad. has won a phone call once and made the member 'fall in love' with him as he's just too cute. his bias is eris.

bonus:

terazono keita really doesn't give a fuck about zumblr. he only cares about misa who sadly didn't make the cut and only placed P12 in the dp999 finals.

lee seunghwan is unemployed. he spends his free time listening to zumblr music.

[manwiththemagic]

spn s1 ep4 "Phantom Traveler"

more notes on my rewatch!!

OMG this is the demon episode isn't it? IT IS ISN'T IT? IS IT???

ew an airport. Post 2001 too damn ☹️

"you know what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? 20-1?" BRO. not helping the puking man..

BLACK SMOKE!!

In through the eyes? That got retconned.

WHY WAS SHE NOT MORE FREAKED OUT HE HAD BLACK EYES. chick you are the reason everyone's dead.

HOW DID HE JUST OPEN THAT?? demon strength???

Rip plane

Wait does this mean demons could have done 9/11? wowza...

Early bird Sam!! “good morning sunshine!"

“you get some sleep?” “yeah.” “liar. Cause I was up at 3 and you were watching infomercials” LMAOOOO but also d'awhhhh :((( the nightmares!!

“it's not just her.. It's everything.” THE VISIONS FUCK YES. YES. YESYSYSHSHG

I love the visions plot lines!!

“your never afraid?” “no man, never.” *Sam pull out a knife from under deans pillow.* LMAOOO CLOCK HIS ASS!!

“Thats not fear.” uhhuh...

WAIT THIS IS THE DEANS SCARED OF FLYING EPISODE LMAOOOOO

reminds me of hunter corp Dean who legit has a private jet..

Random guy calls Dean about the plane issue whaaaa

WAIT THIS GUY KNOWS JOHN. HE HAS INFO.

oh gosh. “yeah he was real proud of ya! Talked about you all the time.” “...he did..?” FUCK.

I still I hate john. I HATE EM. always will 😋

“welp we're missing the old man, we get Sam! Even trade” “aha. No. not by a long shot.” THATS RIGHT. CAUSE UR BETTER MF. uhm anyways.. I like this old guy, hope he doesn't end up SAD AND DEPRESSED LIKE ALL THE OTHER OLD GUYS IN THE OAST 3 EPISODES.

Monster porn live on tape? LMAO JKJK!! demon gotta stop moaning tho.

They definitely aren't showing the crash because they don't have the budget, not because it's locked in a warehouse and you don't have clearance..

Wtf is Evp?

LMAO THE FAKE ASS “nOoOooo survIvoRsSss” they did NOT get that mf off the tape.

Dude sees shit, and is now in a ward. Common. Common.

DEAN STOP HARASSING MENTALLY ILL MAN.

sams puppy dog eyes back at it.

Black eyes 😋 OOOGA!!

okay wait why tf is this demon doing this. They don't just “do evil”...

This guy isn't a monster bro..

Wait are they actually going to the wreckage?

SUITS!!!

“you look like a seventh grader at his first dance! ☺️” SAM PLS.

OMG wait they had the budget holy shit

LMAO HELP ME HELP ME “what is that?” “its an E.M.F. reader.” “no I know what an E.M.F. is. Why does it look like a busted up walkman?” “cause that's what I made it out of! ☺️ It's homemade!!” “yea.. I can tell😒” SAM WOAH DON'T KILL EM!! LMAOSKSK

Sulfur on handle!!!

Oh shit actual homeland security is there..

LMAO THESE MFS GET CAUGHT EVERY EPISODE.

Run bitch runnnn!!

This poor pilot.. it wasn't your fault :(((

Oh shit he possessed.

Sulfur!!

Babies first demon.

NO BC WHY IS DEMON BRO DOING THIS.

Everytime.. 40 minutes in.. WTF

and another crash.. fun..

BUT WHY. JUST CAUSE??

“this isn't our normal gig..” how WRONG you are pal..

“this is big.” it's really not.. you fight GOD. by s2 demons are nothing to you. By s4 Sam's fucking one. By s6 Sam's been tortured for 100's of year by an ex-archangel who's basically his ex 🤷. By s13 your son is part ARCHANGEL. sooo...

Rip chuck Lambert— SORRY CHUCK? mbmb..

Nazareth?? Wtf is this demon on?

40 minutes? Wtf biblical numbers..?

Okay they got the flight attendant on the phone.

WHY PLAY ALONG LIKE IT WAS A PRANK. DUDE.

and she hung up.. girl your COOKED!!

Deans plane fear!! LMAOOO.

“your joking right..?" “DO I LOOK LIKE IM JOKING?? Why do you think I drive everywhere SAM??” LMAOSOSO

LMAOO DEAN WAS BORN TO BE A TEEN GIRL. “really..? Ugh... Man..” while rocking back in forth. He's so REAL LMAOSOS

Dean looks like he has PTSD LMAOOO

“your humming Metallica??” “it calm me down.!” LMAOOOO

“Hey! Say it in Latin!” “i know.” “Hey! In latin it's 'cristo'” “i know!!” LMAO I LOVE THEM.

“cristo.” “sorry I didn't..?” “cristo.” “??” “nevermind.”

Sam is honestly way kinder than me. I'd be making FUN of Dean but nah he's just like "no it's OKAYYYY just some turbulence dwdw.."

Dean you are so awkward.. it's def mr smiley

They found em!! It wasn't mr smiley damn..

Awh shucks.

BEAT THAT BITCH UP!! HE TALKED ABOUT JESS.

PLANE DOWN. PLANE DOWN.

DID LIGHTNING JUST STRIKE THEM???

okay all good now.

Nono demons killed jess. It wasn't wrong.

John redirecting calls to dean.. mf come ONNNNNNNN

Sam's peeved, rightfully so omg..

Kinda meh for an important episode.

[wildflowerteas]

hella got through chapter 6 everyone cheer!

i don't know how to respond to this coherently so i'm just going to scroll down and let the word vomit happen:

the choice of emoji reacts to some of these . . . i'm surprised hella hasn't killed you guys. keeping gin away from this mess is the last thing on my mind, unfortunately *stares at the BEAST tag*

ARRGHHHFGHHH IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS LIKE SSKK. they're such a breath of fresh air, and writing them comes so easily to me. while i like writing skk ( fucked up as they are--even at this point in the story ) and the fast-paced nature of their relationship, this is romance writing work coming from the guy whose only other fic had a first kiss at uhhh...160k words.

yesenina did serve too hard. i imagine her as similair to the others, but with a Rita Hayworth-like air of ambition about her, and that's a serve. and it's what gets her killed.

Chuuya Yuan history coming in SOON. actually. Next chapter. seeing hella lose it over Chuuya's internal monologue here has been absolutely hilarious and kind of rewarding. I Knew All That because I'm the author ( duh ) so i never really grasped how strange the shift to Chuuya's thoughts about the relationship would be. I mean there's snippets of it, like the diner scene, but you're right, it's fanfic and so that is a lot easier to sweep under the rug.

ACAB. I considered putting a line from Doc Riedenschneider in The Asphalt Jungle ( 1950 ) "Experience has taught me to never trust a policeman. Just when you think one's alright, he turns legit." in a divider chapter between part I and part II, but I thought was too on the nose following 7 ( and a bit pretentious considering this is just ao3 fanfic and not a published work or anything ) so i grabbed myself by the metaphorical monkey backpack and didn't. Mafia Nepo Baby 😭 I love Hella HUGE WIN FOR ME. I was so nervous because i needed to balance Chuuya being observant but also quite literally *out of the loop.* He's not from the same world as Dazai--he's not involved with the murders or the politics or the mess going on yet. He comes across as oblivious at times because Dazai's POV is purposefully designed to make you see him that way. Dazai's so sure he's in control of what Chuuya knows that he doesn't realize he might have met his match.

ZSKK are uhm. yeah. all im gonna say there.

the "PARDON." IM CACKLING

argh. the switch up with this chapter...why the hell am i getting nostalgic for something i wrote less than two months ago ( ican't believe i've been grinding through this fic so fast jesus ).

i love unhealthy dynamics, truly. this fic was really a test to see if i could write soukoku making each other worse. which is a pretty stark contrast to my other stuff.

HELLA. OH MY GOD. that bit about their careers . . . i can't believe she noticed that. Chuuya started the fic genuinely ambitious, wanting the spotlight, wanting to defy expectations set upon him by his looks, his race, and his past. Dazai's a cop, sworn to uphold the law, but he doesn't feel like a good person. He can't ( interlude chapter . . . stares out the window ), but he can use everything about who he is to give Chuuya the life he wants. like a guardian ange--*gets taken out by a sniper chapter 8 style* Their original goals aren't gone, per se, they've simply been reoriented.

can't wait for chapter 7

i know it'll make Hella want to hunt me down for sport, so i'll sleep with both eyes open for the forseeable future.