#was really debating giffing this one tbh

[jtownraindancer]

Missing you already! ...Asshole.

Burn Gorman as Alan Weisberger in Love is Not Enough, 2001

[mecachrome]

Hi k! If you feel like it, do you have any favourite Oscar facial quirks?

omgggg anon this is only my favorite topic ever!!! (kidding but also not really 🧡)

i'm a lot like oscar tbh in that i have something of a deadpan stare and usually speak in a monotone but when i DO properly react to something i am veryyy uncontrollably expressive lolol, which i feel like is the same with him and the one million things constantly going on in his face!!! 😭 he definitely has a lot of little quirks / "tics" i guess for lack of better word that i adore so much...

^ first off one of the best ones is the way he always moves his mouth to the side (see also), but i'd say my favorite overall is just his full nose + face scrunch ! as shown in MMMM DEBATABLE and the blind rankings one that i drew earlier t__t and also the 1st gif of this gifset!!! i'm guilty of constantly bunnycoding ojp and that expression is trewwlyyy on top... as well as another quirk that's quite bunnycoded which is whenever he sort of awkwardly grimaces and shows off his teeth idk if you know what i'm talking about 😭

of course another fav has to be his eyebrow raising and just overall eyebrow Mobility, it's so fun because they're very straight and slope downward when his face is resting but they ARCH perfectly when he raises them and he can also do the like 🤨 seth everman look which is iconic 2 me. tbh i like how much he enjoys Squinting at things in general LOL

i've also spoken about how the buzzfeed uk video has such a wealth of oscar facial expressions and imo part of this is the informal and relaxed setting on top of the fact that he was being forced to overthink and react to an inherently silly concept so we get the ultimate combo of CASUALLY EXPRESSIVE OSCAR!!! prema challenges have a similar vibe but imo this is still different because it's fairly removed from a motorsport setting so he's kind of just vibing... another v endearing quirk from this video is his eye twitching / blinking that you can see in a LOT of oscar content, i feel like it's a once you notice you never stop noticing it thing because he does it all the time and i find it really cute because it kind of makes him squinch his cheek too... miss cutieful....... SIMILARLY but also from the buzzfeed video this is one of my favorite examples of how much he (involuntarily imo) WIDENS his eyes (2) when talking or listening to something, here's another moment of him doing it back in f4 so you can see it's a long-ingrained habit.

sorry i'm literally giving you the most random ass deep cuts alkdfshaldsfh but i also remember watching ted's race notebook from miami and noticing oscar talking to a few mclaren employees during the team photo and something i find so endearing about him is when people call his name / try to get his attention and he does the >whips head around and widens his eyes with a polite little smile< thing like AGHHH... qt TT___TT ok i'm going off-topic now but the surprised smile he gave lando during the miami post-race debrief will haunt my memories forever because it was so Open !!!

anyway re: the grimacing he also kind of has a neck tic he does where he stretches his neck out... and i've noticed that he's also just kind of sensitive/particular with his neck in general and is always adjusting his collar where it sits on his skin, which again is off-topic but i find really cute because i can relate (sensitive to textures) hsdafhk.

let me stop talking but last but not least i'm obsessedddd with the way he pouts in the post-quali vid from canada this yr <3 and also his tendency to lick/bite his lips which always does great legwork in terms of the heart eyes piastri narrative and his apparent thirst for lando HKLFDSHLH which while i endorse wholeheartedly is definitely mostly just an unconscious habit of his... but i think rpf is fun so who cares!!! LOL i hope this makes sense idk if i described anything properly 😭🧡

[niki-phoria]

hii hope you’re doing well and taking care~ sorry I haven’t been able to check in lately, congrats on your summer break!! Sadly I’m still drowning in finals but your fics have been really comforting especially the jungwon en o’clock fic and all the txt reactions you’ve been posting, tysm for writing 💜💜💜

Can I req txt babying or spoiling their 6th member maknae bf? Just fluff and cuddles and kisses and cuteness 🥺 It can be ot5 reaction or just the hyung line, whatever u decide~ ty again!

~🎶

⋆｡°✩ txt reaction - sweet moments with them

includes: 6th member au, established relationship, lots of fluff lol, replaced the gifs with photo sets but they take forever so i don't think i'll keep them tbh

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

6th male member reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

(word count 304)

yeonjun blinks the lingering sleep out of his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up as he sits up in your shared bed. sunlight streams in through the windows, illuminating your sleeping form in a gentle golden glow. 

yeonjun smiles to himself at how peaceful you look. a small smile graces his features as he shifts to lay a little closer to you. his hand ghosts against your waist as he tugs your body backwards so his chest is pressed against your back. 

you flinch slightly when yeonjun brings a hand up to gently rake his fingers through your hair. he twists the newly dyed strands, silently admiring how soft they feel despite the years of continuous bleaching, curling, and straightening. 

yeonjun’s hand falls to your jawline, gently tracing along the features of your face. his thumb runs along your bottom lip as he debates leaning down to kiss you before a knock at the door interrupts him. it opens with a soft click before soobin cautiously looks into the room. 

he softly smiles at the sight of your body curled up next to yeonjun. “is he awake?” he whispers. 

“not yet.” yeonjun turns his attention back to you, unconsciously smiling at the way you subtly move into his warmth. “i was just about to wake him.”

“taehyun’s making breakfast. we’ll see you two in a few minutes?” 

yeonjun simply hums in response as soobin leaves the room, closing the door behind him. now in a tranquil silence once again, he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. then your cheek. then nose. and finally, your lips. 

you smile against his lips; eyes fluttering open when he pulls away. “good morning, jagi,” he smiles. 

you tug him closer, pressing a chaste kiss against the exposed skin of his neck. “morning hyung.”

⋆｡°✩ soobin

(word count 346)

soobin lets out a small yawn as he sits up in your shared bed, slowly stretching his arms out. he shifts to lay on his side, glancing at your still-sleeping form. he smiles as he reaches over to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. 

soobin reaches over to grab his phone, turning it on quickly to check the time. he sighs as he sits up fully, rubbing the remaining sleep out of his eyes as he carefully crawls out of your bed. he glances back at your still-sleeping form one final time with a fond smile before he leaves the room and heads into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. 

it isn’t long before you join him; sleepily wandering into the kitchen and lazily pressing your body against his in a backhug. you lean forwards to rest your head in between his shoulder blades. soobin chuckles, pushing the cutting board back and carefully turning around to face you. he wraps your blanket around your shoulders so it covers you completely. 

“you’re making breakfast?” you ask. your morning voice comes out deep and raspier than usual. it makes a small flush spread across soobin’s cheeks and a familiar swarm of butterflies invade his stomach. 

“i am,” he hums. “is there anything you want me to make?”

you debate for a second before shaking your head as best as you can with it still pressed against his back. “i’ll eat anything you make.”

“okay,” soobin chuckles. he raises his hands from comfortably resting against your hips to wrap around your waist. he gently coaxes you towards the living room, guiding you away from the counter to the couch. “come on,” he whispers. “you need rest.”

you whine but let him push you down onto the cushions regardless. soobin adjusts your blanket so it’s fully wrapped around you. he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “wait,” you whisper when he pulls away. you pull him back down into a sweet kiss, both of you smiling into it before you let him pull away again.

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 322)

beomgyu chuckles as you excitedly swing your arms as you continue walking through the empty seoul streets. streetlights and the occasional light from still-open businesses are the only thing illuminating your path as you continue walking towards a nearby convenience store. 

you glance back at beomgyu when he tugs you closer so his arm is wrapped around your waist instead of holding your hand. your lips quirk into a soft smile as you lean against him. “what?” 

“nothing,” he says, but a smile of his own spreads across his features. he rubs his hand against your back through your thin t-shirt in a faux attempt to warm you up. “you just looked cold.”

“cold?” you laugh. “hyung, it’s the middle of summer.”

beomgyu playfully rolls his eyes, but the smile never leaves his face. you simply shake your head, pulling him into the convenience store with you. a small ding from the door and a small, blinking red light from the cameras above announce your arrival. 

you scan through the multiple shelves in front of you filled with various products until you find the skincare section. a variety of masks and creams line the shelves. “you can pick the skincare and i’ll get the snacks?”

“as long as i get to pick the movie,” you tease. beomgyu scoffs but doesn’t protest, instead pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek as he momentarily leaves your side to pick out a few bags of chips to bring back to the dorm. you do the same, picking up a few masks that catch your attention and restocking a few products you know need to be replaced. 

you jump when a hand brushes against your side, tickling you before you’re pulled backwards towards someone’s chest. beomgyu chuckles at your reaction as he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “hyung!” you whine.

“sorry love,” he chuckles in faux remorse. “come on. let’s go home.”

⋆｡°✩ taehyun

(word count 336)

“y/n,” taehyun whispers. he kneels down so he’s at eye-level with you before brushing your fringe out of your eyes. you stir slightly in response, eyes slowly fluttering open. 

you squint at the sudden sunlight hitting your face before groaning as yet another wave of dizziness hits you. taehyun gives you a sympathetic smile, reaching over to place a hand on your back and helping you sit up. the simple action feels like it takes everything out of you, but you push through for the sake of your boyfriend. 

“hyung?” you rasp out. your throat aches with each attempt to speak. taehyun reaches over to cup your cheek, gently stroking the skin. he furrows his eyebrows before raising his hand to brush against your forehead. 

“it’s okay, jagi,” he whispers. “i’m here.” 

he pulls back just enough to reach over, holding a spoonful of freshly made samgyetang out for you. you watch as taehyun blows on it just enough to cool the steaming soup down slightly before he holds it up to your lips. its warmth feels good against your sore throat. a soft smile tugs at your lips. despite being confined to your bed - at the request of your boyfriend - you can feel the love in each one of taehyun’s actions, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. 

the dizziness and nausea slowly subside as you finish the rest of the samgyetang. “thank you,” you whisper. 

taehyun sets the now-empty bowl aside before reaching over to press a kiss against the crown of your head. “of course.”

you reach up to grab his arm, gently tugging him to sit at the edge of your bed. a smile graces his lips as you shuffle over to the side to make room for him to lay beside you. “stay?”

taehyun playfully shakes his head but slides underneath the covers nonetheless. you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he rubs his hand against your back, slowly lulling you back into a peaceful sleep.

⋆｡°✩ huening kai

(word count 317)

“moa, did you like our performance?” yeonjun asks, tilting the phone slightly so taehyun has a better look at the flowing stream of incoming comments. they’re filled with various emoji strings and excitement that’s expressed as much as possible through text.

soobin chuckles at the responses before he reaches up to take the phone from yeonjun. he adjusts the angle once again so the camera is filming towards the back of the car where you and kai are sitting. you sleepily wave towards the phone, exhaustion finally hitting after a long day of performing.

kai startles slightly when a weight falls onto his shoulder. his eyes widen as he looks over to find you sleeping on his shoulder. a small smile tugs at his lips despite the deepening blush that spreads up his neck to his ears and across his cheeks. 

a small chuckle from beside you breaks kai out of his flustered trance. “cute,” beomgyu murmurs. 

“aw, look at our maknaes,” soobin chuckles, tilting his phone so the two of you are more fully in view. kai turns to look at the camera with wide eyes for a few seconds before turning his attention back to you. 

“we’ve had a long day,” he chuckles as he explains. 

kai raises a hand to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your eyes; adjusting your somewhat disheveled hair in the process. his smile grows as you unconsciously lean even closer to his warmth, nuzzling your face into his neck as much as you can despite the confined space and moving car. 

still keenly aware of the ongoing live stream and members surrounding you, kai leans forwards to press a small kiss against the crown of your head. he reaches around you to pull you as close to your body as he can, keeping your body as steady as he can. “sleep well, y/n,” he whispers.

[ineffablydelighted]

[How exploring the Ineffable Husbands' dynamic in Good Omens can help us figure out what the show/book is all about, Part 2/?]

Also called: This human has, apparently, too much time on her hands and will be trying to Effable the Ineffable for [...] hours.

'Ello, 'Ello, 'Ello! 👋

Hope you are doing well since Part 1 😇 If you have not read it, you're losing a significant part of this analysis and I encourage you to please read it first 🥰 [because, well, it has been called Part 1 for a reason, hum-hum]

Now that we are in the sole company of Part 1's survivors, let's dive into Part 2 [THIS PART MIGHT BE LONGER, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED, ANGELS!] 😎

[This gif is here to entice you to grab a snack and a drink you might fancy because, TRUST ME, I do not know how to shut up when I'm analyzing things and you're here for a long a** time. I know it is super hot outside for some of us but we can totally PRETEND it rains and cosy up in our favorite blanket. Remember: Autumn/Fall is a mindset, not a season.]

As I previously announced, the next bit of my analysis [and the next idk how many parts tbh, I'm a mess, but I believe I'll treat two encounters by part - told you this was gonna be LONG, don't hate me, homie 😣] will treat Aziraphale and Crowley's every S1 & S2 encounter, explaining why Aziraphale slowly falls in love with Crowley and using their dynamic to try my best to explain what Good Omens must be about as a whole.

Ready?

Let's go!

Before the Beginning

In S2, Aziraphale meets Then-Angel "Crowley" (as we do not know his angelic name, we'll have to stick to that) and that is also the first and only time we, the audience, see him.

What does Aziraphale see in Angel Crowley?

First, he is super dynamic and cheerful: he really seems to ADORE creating stars [ask me to show you a nerdy dork before nerdy dorks even existed and Angel Crowley will always be my #1 from now on] but, also, he is already very frank, straightforward, and innovative (he invented the suggestion box sole concept, I believe 🤔)

[By the way, my take on this is that Angels, having been an active part in Creation, have the ability to create Concepts out of nothing but their own minds, and since they also have a "beehive system" [As S2 Crowley states when he is "arrested" by Cinnamon-Roll-In-Chief Muriel and is "brought" to Heaven], the Concept created becomes instantly real for every other Angel in the universe.]

That worries Aziraphale instantly: he watches everywhere around him, afraid someone higher-ranked is listening.

This scene is very important because that shows us what differentiates Crowley and Aziraphale the most throughout the entire book/show: 

Aziraphale has somewhat of a Fear of God (which is encouraged by most religions: God is Right, always, you are nobody to state the opposite) that Crowley does not have because he has Trust (which is still having Faith, just a more optimistic one - most times.)

Crowley is, first and foremost, a creator at heart.

He loves creating things, he develops a bond with his creations, and cannot fathom how the Creator with a capital "C" wouldn't either.

That is why he does not mind stating out loud that creating a star factory for it to serve nothing is "idiocy"; even worse, to not even let it follow its natural course? It feels utterly wrong to him! 

Then-Angel Crowley already has his own understanding of what Creation is all about, while Aziraphale, being a "people" pleaser through and through, follows the mass, no questions asked, definitely no suggestions.

That first conversation holds their first debate as well:

Are they, as Angels, simple executors or are they collaborators? And, to go further: what is the point of THEM altogether?

Although, Aziraphale does not engage in the said debate for long.

Especially when Angel Crowley says:

"Well, you know, if I was the one running it all, I'd like it if someone asked questions! Fresh point of view!"

That is the precise moment Aziraphale starts PANICKING out of the Fear of God I mentioned earlier:

In his eyes, Crowley commits the utmost BLASPHEMY the minute he tries to PUT HIMSELF AT GOD'S PLACE.

That is precisely how Angels FALL: In the Bible, God expresses their wrath whenever Humans and Angels alike defy/deny their authority/their Almightyness.

Out of terror, Aziraphale tries to distract Angel Crowley by bringing his attention back to his creation. He ends up genuinely worrying for him and expresses it:

"Look, word to the wise; I'd hate to see you getting into any trouble."

Angel Crowley thanks him for his concern and says this sentence so full of dramatic irony because we, the audience, already know what will happen to him:

"I wouldn't worry, though; How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?"

Then, Angel Crowley will show an act of kindness and concern of his own by protecting Aziraphale from the explosions (Fire).

It will also create Alpha Centauri in the process.

[I'm not sure why he does it but I do have a theory:

Since he never created a Nebula before and Aziraphale had not been a part of this project at any point, he might have been afraid that God and/or the Nebula's creators had somewhat forgotten to include all the other Angels in the "do not harm" category.]

But would it be what Aziraphale remembers the most about this encounter? I do not believe so.

As he will constantly do over the ages, he will miss the POINT:

I believe Aziraphale mostly associates this encounter with the moment he saw Crowley as his HAPPIEST.

And joy, both as a concept and a state of mind is something really, really important to Aziraphale.

[PURE JOY right there. Also, I need my doors to creek like that.]

4004 BC, Garden of Eden

In S1, During this encounter, the Cherubim/Guardian of The Eastern Gate Aziraphale meets the Demon Crawley for the first time since the latter has fallen.

What makes me think that is that Aziraphale asks for his name.

But there are indications they have met prior (both as angels, I mean, and not just at the Beginning): Crawley asks Aziraphale about the flaming sword that has been given to him in the past.

More so, it is most likely that Aziraphale showed him the sword.

"You did, it was flaming like anything, what happened to it?"

I'll even go further by stating they must have been somewhat friends during that elapse, for two reasons:

One, because of this sentence Crawley says:

"Lost it already, I mean?"

Meaning: you have a tendency to lose things and I would not know that if we hadn't met plenty of times.

 Two, because Aziraphale answers HONESTLY to Crawley's question.

That becomes even more baffling when we discover that, being asked the same question later on, Aziraphale proceeds to LIE TO GOD'S FACE.

What really interests me about this encounter, in particular, is how at ease (even if he is experiencing stress because of the flaming sword's situation) Aziraphale feels by Crawley's side, even though he is now a Demon.

Sure, he does insist on Crawley's new nature and that is most certainly because he is thinking in dichotomy, but

He feels safe enough around him to be honest and, more importantly, vulnerable. Deep down, he already knows Crawley will never use that information against him.

[And that, Angels, is the cutest thing ever, amr?]

Also, as they always will over the years, they will

Have a debate on what is Right and what is Wrong.

Aziraphale is worried he might have done the wrong/bad thing by giving Adam his flaming sword.

However, he acted out of kindness and empathy, which Crawley is very receptive to. Aziraphale can see that and also that Crawley tries to reassure him by saying:

"Oh, you're an angel, I don't think you can do the wrong thing"

But then, being his honest self, he contemplates whether or not HE might have done the right thing, crushing Aziraphale's brief moment of rest.

But, contrary to Aziraphale, it does not worry him that much: he had fallen already, so he learned a thing or two about Heaven and Hell and has started not to care about their opinions at all since they did not care about his when he was actually invested in the Ineffable Plan.

[Also, I just love how Crawley, by being the one who gives Eve the apple, is the official Earthy Creator of Free Will™ (even if God and Satan must have been its sponsors) - it does align with his sense of self since the suggestion box falls into the same thinking pattern.]

During their debate, Aziraphale totally misses Crawley's whole POINT (again): 

Crawly states that God WANTED Free Will to be introduced.

Otherwise, they would not have made it remotely possible for humans to gain access to it. By that, he also implies (at least) three things:

One: God created the Tree that holds the Forbidden Apple, even if they called it Forbidden. They'd put it on sight, in the middle of Eden, not outside of it. They let Satan send Crawley to tempt Eve who later temps Adam.

Meaning: God and Satan are, on occasion if not all the time, working TOGETHER and playing their own game, so why wouldn't THEY?

Two: If there is such thing as Fallen Angels/Demons, it is because God WANTS it in the first place. 

Meaning: Therefore, how can their actions be BAD as in "wrong" or as in "shouldn't happen"?

Three: If a Demon can, in fact, do Good/Right and an Angel can do Bad/Wrong actions, are they, really, that different? How much do their actions matter anyway? How is that even possible for them to do the opposite of their apparent purpose? Unless, of course, God WANTS it that way.

Meaning: Good and Bad are much more INTERTWINED and CODEPENDENT than what Heaven and Hell appear to make them believe.

In fact, Crawly is already starting to believe Good and Bad MUST. ALWAYS. COEXIST. no matter WHO does it.

UNLESS, of course, they... do not exist at all?

Is there, really, Good or Bad anyway?

[I've tried to warn you through the tags: philosophy haters, the floor is now LAVA.]

Aziraphale does not think like that at all. That kind of belief shakes him, but being his Angels = Good = Right self, he refuses to believe it.

Also, he considers it as Blasphemy and Temptation.

But, guess what, that is normal. During this debate,

Aziraphale does not interpret why God put the Forbidden Fruit in the middle of Eden the way Crawley does.

Aziraphale does not think of the Ineffable plan like that: to him, he is supposed to do what he is TOLD.

In other words, Aziraphale's theory is that

God is TESTING its creations, and the creations/subordinates in question must prove they are stronger because they respect/fear God MORE than they are inclined to follow their own wishes.

It is a very common religious belief if not THE most common.

Crawley is more... let's say "Oscar Wilde-ish" in his thinking. [The -ish is important here, the man was very paradoxical but that was the first that came to my mind]

[I would like to drop in here some glimpse of cinematographic analysis as well [because this is MY essay and I can do whatever the Hell that I want.] :

During the debate per se, they never share the screen, even though they are willing to talk peacefully and respectfully - hence the fact both actually turn to each other, look at each other, etc.

Basically, their debate is a true one, but none will change their minds anytime soon.] 

They find common grounds to "Agree to Disagree" when Aziraphale protects Crawley from Earth's very first Rain (Water)

Why does Aziraphale do it? In my opinion, probably for the same reason Then-Angel Crowley did it: The rain could have been God's way to destroy the Demon who was there, since Fire is, at that point, already related to Satan.

[Well, even if it was God who gave Aziraphale a flaming sword... Good and Bad are ALWAYS totally mixed up in Good Omens. See?]

It was a gesture of protection, courtesy, and empathy. A "just in case this is a danger for you" act.

[I might go back to this part to add some things as I will soon rewatch very carefully both seasons in case I miss something - and I will, because I'm chaotic AF. Although, this girl likes to think of herself as being thorough when she puts in an effort.]

So, yeah, this book/show is very interesting to me because, as I've stated in the tags and as I'm trying to prove to you (and to myself) in this very lengthy analysis,

Good Omens is a philosophical essay disguised as comedic/satyric/romantic fiction.

It does not mean it is NOT a comedic/satyric/romantic fiction, though. Of course not! It is both. And many other things in between.

[Now, I'll let that sink in and give both of us a well-deserved break.]

[Friendly Space Ninja, I know you'll never see this but I'm manifesting all the admiration and respect I can to wish you a good day.]

During Part 3, we'll treat the next two of our favorite pair's encounters:

S1 3004 BC (Noa's Arch, The Flood) and S2 2500 BC (Job's case).

Can't wait, I'm a big fan of the Job's episode.

Toodles, Angels! See you soo-oooooooon!

[Do you hate me by now? Nah? It will come.]

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[prismsoup]

OH also i saw in a sketch two other iterators that are in the same local group as TLSPTS, i think it was Structuration of structures and Fractures amongst others?

What do they do in the story (if they have an impact)? I assume they don't like Spears that much x] grumpy robot

Ooh yes ! I haven't drawn these two in a while

Structuration of Structures is also a First Mass Construction Wave ( gen 1) iterator, their construction was finalized a bit before spears' own (probably the equivalent of months or a year or two before his own construction was finalized). It shouldn't be that important since their age difference is negligible but it's often a point of conflict they bring up because Structuration "technically" is his senior (in the sense of being older) (they refer to their actual group senior as Administrator) and they do love to remind spears of that whenever they're in the middle of a debate.

Speaking of debates, these two do that quite often. Their respective Houses don't exactly get along but it's reflected quite more through them, especially since spears' aggressive behavior was something that was heavily encouraged by his Creators. Beyond yelling about how their theories and works and ideas are better, as the two oldest members of their group (after Fracture Amongst Others), they're also constantly bickering about who should be the actual Administrator of the group. If they could, they'd get each other dismantled.

Fracture Amongst Others is the group Administrator, she's the oldest of the bunch since she's a model from the Prototype era (gen 0). She still struggles with handling the more recent communication systems so Structuration helps her with that (and does try to use that as a point for them to be made the new Administrator, or at least take the role "unofficially"). She doesn't really like conflict so she tends to simply avoid it until it's way too urgent or problematic. If you need a general vibe, just think "facebook grandma" I guess. She would send these over-edited sparkling gifs with "BLESSED MONDAY" or "GOOD MORNING" written in fancy fonts in chats if she wasnt too busy with- whatever it is she's doing, no one really knows, she's generally not very active in the comm lines of her group. She's kind, but simply not very helpful as she seems clueless about anything that's happening most of the time. She doesn't dislike Structuration or spears, but they do give her the equivalent of headaches quite often.

There are other group members but I just- never really got the time to ever create them I guess ? Besides one other guy, Calls from the Past, who tried to run simulations within simulations to find out what happened to Sliver of Straw and got trapped in them, only to emerge thinking they were SOS but stuck in someone else's body.

here's a doodle of FAO btw

she has that permanent TBH stare it's not visible here but her puppet has a bulkier build because it's basically a metallic shell full of organic components a proper fully organic puppet (or one that has a better harmony between both organic and mechanical components, and isnt just basically meat stuffed in a can) probably wasnt exactly easy or viable yet at the time of her construction

[casdeans-pie]

I finished my Cas collage ! 💚💙

It needs the words tidying up on the bottom of the Polaroid (because they smudged as I put it in the frame. cry) and mayyyyybe something in the center???? There's a bit of a gap but I don't know whether to leave it like that or not ? I might take the silver and gold feathers off too ? Or maybe I should just put the gold one on the other side, hmmm....

It's my first time making anything like this so I've just been making it up as I go (eyyyy) and any opinions/advice is welcome!

There's so much glitter and shine inside I really need to get a gif of it while I'm moving the camera around to catch the razzle dazzle

I'm debating having it signed by Misha....... tbh I have no idea where he'd sign anyway, the thing is pretty busy, and I don't know whether that would just be super cringe or not *finger guns*

[miagwynwrites]

Henlo tis I @emeraldbabygirl! I’ve decided to make a blog just for my writing as I feel like my main blog is becoming a bit too messy and tbh my brother found my masterlist and I was so embarrassed so I’m making a new blog.

Hopefully this introduction won’t be too much but I did want to say that my main blog is the tagged above incase anyone sees a familiar fic floating around and thinks I stole it. So far I’m not sure if I’ll actually rewrite my fics and post them here or if I want to just reblog my older fics to this blog. However I will be writing all new fics on this blog from now on.

Another thing that I might do is reblog other fics I like on this blog too instead of my main but I’m not exactly sure if I will do that or if this blog with only be for my own writing.

I’ve been wanting to make this introduction post for a bit but I was still thinking of how I want to run this blog and what info I want to give out in my introduction. I would love to make this blog pretty though as I’ve seen a lot of writing blogs, especially my favorite ones use cute emojis and cute fonts and setups and gifs and things and I really want my blog to be aesthetically pleasing and not an eyesore. So far this introduction is doing just that but I don’t know how to make it all fancy and things so any tips and tricks are greatly appreciated! I just want one blog that I really like and think is pretty as my main blog is super messy and my others aren’t as pleasing to the eye.

So far not a lot is set in stone as far as who and what I write for. I am however not taking requests because I really suck and getting fics written and posted and I don’t want people to get impatient with me if their requests aren’t out soon. This being said, in the past I have freely written fics for my friends on my own time but those were not requests I just wanted to make something for my friends. Right now I’m writing for kpop idols mostly but I do want to write for jpop idols and thai idols and I have written some ideas for non kpop idols. I think it will just depend on what I’m into at the time. Maybe I’ll write for anime characters I’m not sure. As far as which idols again it depends on my mood and who I actually want to write for. You might see a lot of VAV and E’last and I do want to write more for those groups but it all just depends on how I feel and what I’m into at the time. Also IMPORTANT! I mostly write nsfw and some slightly darker themes so just be aware and I will be using better descriptions and making use of the content tags to help as well but just a warning this blog won’t be all fluffy and happy.

My masterlist won’t be up for awhile as I’m really going to rewrite it and make it fit this blog better I suppose. Also please don’t expect new fics until after I get my old fics and my new masterlist up and running. I might not be on this blog often but just know that I’ll be working behind the scenes trying to fix and improve my fics for this blog. If you are interested in my works you can always read them on my main @emeraldbabygirl they are all still up. I’m debating whether I want to delete them from my main blog or not, I’ll need a lot of time to think and prepare.

With small things like emojis and maybe anons because I’m thinking about allowing asks on this blog I’m just not sure how I want to go about it. Same for my tagging system. It’s going to be a bumpy ride in the beginning but I hope with some help and a lot of hard work I can get things to smooth over. Sorry if this intro is too long but I wanted to get all my thoughts out and share what this blog will be about. I’m already dreading the rebuild of my masterlist but I will do a little bit at a time and hopefully she’ll appear here. 🦬

[kleenexwoman]

are you jesus 💀

(gif by @speakless)

Hi! I play @one-coming-is-enough on the Tumblr for fun! :)

I am an overeducated, underemployed hippie in my upper 30s. Have yet to be executed for any of my rants. People usually blink slowly a few times and ask me if I'm watching the game instead. And they usually mean the Lions, around here. (Who are largely Christian by now. No tearing apart infidels at the ol' Silverdome.)

Although I joke fondly that my mother is an unstoppable cyborg who got programmed by Ms. Frizzle, she is not the Incorruptible Virgin. My Conception was not preceded by the Angel Gabriel, but by three fuzzy navels the night before Thanksgiving in 1985. (My father was involved, yes. Like many Jewish fathers, he occasionally likes to liken himself to God or one of his prophets. It's just a thing that happens when you're taught to think of Avram as your cranky great-grandfather who's the reason your Uncle Isaac doesn't talk at meals ever.)

I can't walk on water (dead man's float I do okay). I can't turn water into wine, and I've tried really hard. I can't multiply sandwiches just by thinking about it, but I only try it with pizza or tacos tbh. Sometimes brownies. Can't raise the dead or I would have way more cats than I do now. I would NEVER have a cat die on me. I would be Queen of Immortal Cats, Ruler of Ulthar.

I started playing Jesus because I have tried to understand Christianity from the outside for a long time. I have Christian relatives because my family likes to intermarry, although I wasn't raised in the faith (my Jewish Dad got into the Santa spirit perhaps more than my largely Catholic relatives, who reminded me that Saint Nicholas gave to the poor, confirmed for me that Santa was a really just a kids' story with a deeper meaning, and told me I was smart for having compared the sooty boot prints).

And there's always been these odd conceptual leaps in the Story of Jesus that didn't make sense to me, like someone had taken out some kind of central character or conceit that made the whole thing make sense and replaced it with this circular idea about its relationship to Judaism, which I understood as a very specific history of a very specific people in a very specific set of times and places rather than something that could be applied to the whole world easily. Sure, we had some pretty good values in there by the time I got around to being enrolled in a Reform Temple (partially so I could network with my fellow tiny Jews in the 90s, which I didn't do much of on my own because undiagnosed autism), but that had come over centuries of insight, debate, and social and philosophical change, not all from the Torah itself.

I'm starting to think that Jesus was originally supposed to be the concept of phonic language itself, personified as the Unkillable Son of Saturn the God of Time and Decay. But this is a really weird theory.

And of course I would think that. I'm a writer. A poet, and I don't like to bring that term out casually because it makes me sound fucking insufferable, but I write poetry and I'm good at it when I do. And something that's really important in poetry is the space between words. Speaking them slowly or quickly, with a pause or no pause, this is stuff slam poets are coached on. I picked up a lot from Ronnie Apter in her Modernist Poetry class, even though I never did real slam ("real" slam is ranked, slam style is just the style, I can do slam style but I think competitive poetry is... Not My Thing). But one of the most challenging gulfs between a "page poet" and a "performance poet" is the way they supposedly enjamb their words--a "page poet" is supposed to arrange things so it looks pretty, a slam poet is supposed to arrange things so the spaces represent things about tone and delivery.

I ran out of brain juice. I'm gonna have my coffee now. Thanks for asking! Please do not seek me out for crimes against the state yet.

[seungs]

every month of 2022 🥳 / i was tagged by @euijin technically u didnt tag this blog but creative freedom (i actually giffed here) and @hyunsung 🤍 thank u friends

tagging: @foxinys @seungminhos @jizung @huiracha omg am sure you guys prob got tagged already but here’s me saying it’s not too late even if we’re in 2023 already 😁 no pressure tho as always 🙏

january / popular pretends to be shocked vs favorite (1),(2) my parallel sets always end up being my favorite sets that i make 🤕 i will never forget what i went through for that one levanter felix set and my messy drafts collecting all the parallels for b me oh the view (illness)

februrary / popular actually i agree with the people i really love how this set came out.. oddinary trailer feels like it came out a year ago tho i s2g vs favorite

march / popular pretends to be shocked pt2 vs favorite omg i actually had a bunch of sets that i loved cause cb month and a lot of unveils aka mvs aka my favorite thing to gif .. i think my favorite one tho was lonely st for mvs but also this random hyunjin back door set i made i cant believe idk how to color this nicely anymore

april / popular rioting against my most popular one cause it wasn’t that much of a difference and i think maniac jisung deserved 😁 vs favorite have i said my parallel sets will always be my favorites yet? heh

may / popular another random hyunjin back door set i was actually surprised it did so well? vs favorite baby leeknowwwwwww.. one of my favorite mc sets in general too 😿

june / popular ignoring the actual most popular set again in favor of felix facing the consequences of his actions 😄 vs favorite this set was suuuuuper fun to make for me and i really love how it came out in the end #trendsetting also . seungsung tiktok hug . because i can and think they’re cute

july / popular this man haunts me but i accept cause i actually quite like this set plus.. get cool rights 😔 vs favorite omg this jisung. styling plus awkward silence.

august / popular jet lag couldnt touch him vs favorite just dudes at the beach. i love this set.

september / popular the people love taste sets as they do vs favorite visuals were fun..but also. oddinary/maxident cause these r always fun for me to make

october / popular omg my bestie! deserved actually vs favorite was debating btwn this and seungin tmi tbh. but tmi was represented in the popular one and i love this seungmin and how the middle gif loops..

november / popular literalyyyyyyyyy i would say same for favorite buuut vs favorite this was one of my fav things to happen on tour

december / popular minho2 and when he meets taemin and completes the series vs favorite omg i picked a dif one and then procrastinated finishing this but now i have to pick this set. thanks mclk for showing up 24 times this year see u next sat [undetermined] [unconfirmed] [baseball match] [tour]

[astrolaurical]

Was living for you playfully dragging Jungkook about the perilla leaf debate and his current immaturity in love. Tbh I feel like he’s the type of person who is very easily influenced his environment/the people around him and his growth is somewhat dependent on who he surrounds himself with. So his BTS hyungs have been a good influence on him, but his 97 friends…. 😬 yikes. I know his rising sign is still up for debate but I really feel like the rumors of him being a Libra rising could be true because of this.

THIS. like remember all the songs he has dedicated to his Hyungs and army? How many are dedicated to 97 line? Yeah he has thanked him in the thank you section but no entire SONGS to them. He’s still on the right track and a good lil egg.

brb replaying Begin and sobbing

edit: went back in my #jungkook tags and found the perfect gifs that explain this ask. one gif was freaking out so I had to screenshot and make a photo.

[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

[niki-phoria]

Heyyy

Can you do headcanons about how chishiya,arisu and kuina are after arguments and how they say sorry?

Have a good day!!!!

‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina reaction - apologizing after an argument

warnings: ooc chishiya, mention of a knife (i was going for silent acts of service, like chishiya gives up a weapon so reader can be safe but idk how obvious it is), sad arisu :((

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i don't write headcannons and when i get asks for them i turn them into reactions lol but i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ chishiya

i've used this gif so many times and i'll keep using it LOOK AT HIM SKNSLKS

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chishiya sits at the table in his makeshift workshop, making adjustments to another bomb. you lean back against the door, debating whether or not to disturb him.

“i was about to come find you,” he says, setting the can aside. chishiya turns to face you before gesturing for you to come closer. you obey, sitting down beside him. “i found this earlier.” he slides a switchblade across the table to you. “you should use it.” 

you open the knife, checking the way the light glints off of the side. “thank you.” an awkward atmosphere falls across the room. it’s like you can feel the weight of all your unspoken words mixing with chishiya’s, forcing their way down your throats and keeping both of you silent. 

chishiya stuffs his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table behind him. he stares at the wall in front of you. “listen… i’m sorry.” the admission almost catches you off guard. chishiya sighs. he doesn’t look at you as he continues. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. you didn’t deserve that.” 

“you really hurt me, chishiya. you know i hate people yelling at me.” he shifts so he’s facing you again, hesitantly reaching out to grab your hand. you let him gently stroke his thumb against your knuckles. 

“i know, and i’m sorry. i’m not… good at talking to people. i thought years of being surrounded by death in medical school and during my work would’ve prepared me for this, but… it didn’t.” you look up at him when he pauses. some of the tension eases from his shoulders when you squeeze his hand. “i’m scared. we’re not safe here. i’m worried about dying. about you dying. i thought you were being reckless and i was upset so i yelled at you. i’m sorry.” 

“i forgive you.” you bring a hand up to his face, stroking his cheek. “we’ll be okay. i love you.” 

chishiya lets a small smile spread across his face. he grabs your hand and presses a kiss against your knuckles. “i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ arisu

word count 394 not a big fan of this one tbh

sharp, continuous knocking wakes you in the middle of the night. you shift, rolling over onto your side to face the door, willing whoever is knocking to just go away. after a few seconds of silence, the knocking continues. you let out an annoyed sigh, forcing yourself to get up and answer the door. 

you’re met with an anxious arisu standing on the other side. his hair is disheveled, eyes bloodshot and red. all of the anger drains from your body as he lowers his hand, looking down at the floor. “can we talk?” you step aside, opening the door and making room for him to enter. arisu whispers a small ‘thank you’ as you shut the door behind him. 

he sits on the side of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers. you lean over to turn the bedside table lamp on before sitting down next to him. arisu looks up at you before back down at his hands. “i’m so sorry.” his voice is quiet and shaky. “i shouldn’t have said that to you. you didn’t deserve that. i was drunk and stupid. i know it’s not an excuse and that saying this won’t make it up to you but i need you to know i’m so, so sorry.”

you sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest. “do you know why i refuse to play games with you?” arisu looks at you, teary eyes staring into your own. he thinks for a second before slowly shaking his head. “it’s because i love you. and more than that, i trust you. i don’t want to be forced to choose between my life and yours because i’ll choose yours.” you pause, forcefully blinking away stray tears that threaten to fall. 

“oh, y/n,” arisu pulls you into a hug. you let yourself be vulnerable, clinging to him. “i’m sorry.” he repeats the words like a mantra. like all of your worries will disappear if he keeps saying the words. “i’m so sorry.” 

you sniffle when you pull away, forcing yourself to look up at him. “i forgive you. but this can never happen again.” 

arisu nods. “it won’t. i promise.” he wipes away a few stray tears you hadn’t realized had fallen, coaxing you back into another hug. you wrap your arms around his waist, letting him rub your back. “i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ kuina

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kuina slowly makes her way over to where you sit on the rooftop, sitting down next to you. you don’t acknowledge your newfound company, still completely focused on the stars above you. the sky is clear, providing a nice view of the night. “you know, i’ve never really seen the stars before.” kuina glances at you, silently waiting for you to continue. “i’ve always lived in the city. you can’t see space with all of the billboards and light pollution blocking the view.” 

“i went stargazing once.” kuina says, returning her attention to the sky. “we were in the mountains. it was before my mom got sick.” her voice drops to a whisper. “i want to take you camping one day. we can make smores and stargaze and curl up together when the night gets cold.”

you reach over to grab her hand, intertwining your fingers together. kuina’s skin feels hot against your own - it always does, as if you’re the ice to her fire. “i’m sorry,” you murmur. your voices remain quiet in the darkness. 

“you shouldn’t be,” kuina dryly chuckles. “it was my fault. i overreacted. i’m sorry.” 

“it was my fault too. i should’ve told you before i left to hang out with her.” 

“y/n,” kuina sighs. she brings a hand up to your face, leaning in a little. “you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“but-” 

“no,” she leans in even further so her forehead rests against yours. “i’m sorry i yelled at you. i shouldn’t have done that.”  you can’t help but stare down at her lips as she continues talking. “how can i make it up to you?” 

“a kiss would help.” 

kuina laughs, a bright smile spreading across her face. the sound makes you smile in turn before she presses a sweet kiss against your lips. when she leans back you pull her back in for another, and another, and another.

[ssadumba55]

Uptight and Busy (Bernard x Reader)

Request: hello there! glad to see you back again :) may i send a request for like a platonic baernard x reader where the reader is scotss daughter and they just met and their into all emo and rock stuff and bernard thinks their gonna be mischiefious but are really sweet and becomes bffs? any wrting style your comfortable with, merry christmas :))

Gif credit to the wonderful @fo-babes , I wonder very often what I would do without Luis tbh.

“Uh. Mmmm. No.”

Bernard was definitely in way over his head right now, even though he would never admit that to Santa or any of the other elves. Ever. There was still over a month until Christmas (thankfully!) but some of the more handy elves, while doing some experiments, ended up breaking some of the conveyor belts for some of the toys. The same job could be done manually, but it was taking a lot longer. He needed them back up and running if they were going to make the quota for December 24th.

Now, not only was he bogged down with this issue, but his boss wanted him to do something way out of his pay grade.

Santa’s daughter, well, you, had just made the big leap of moving from Illinois to the North Pole. You were still adjusting and according to him, you needed to get out of the house more, make some friends. It seemed only fitting to have the Head Elf do this, seeing as he normally helped people become acquainted with the new setting.

And Bernard had nothing against you, honest. He hadn’t even met you, how could he really think anything ill of you? Plus, Charlie and Lucy were great kids so he assumed you were just as well, but he didn’t have time to run around playing honorary tour guide.

If he was being honest, he was a little intimidated by you as well. He’d only seen you once when you’d arrived, but that had been enough. The dark clothes, the dyed hair, the loud music… He was certain no good could come from having you around the workshop but he didn’t want to admit that to his boss.

The holiday season was stressful enough without being fired.

“Sir, with all due respect, the workshop needs me. I can’t leave now.” Bernard nearly ran right into an elf carrying a large pile of teddy bears, so large in fact she couldn’t see over them. He guided her in the direction of the soft plush animals and continued on his way, Scott following closely.

The man snorted and stroked his beard. “I’m pretty sure I can handle the workshop without you, Bernard. You’re forgetting, it is my workshop!”

“You’ve never dealt with it in a state of crisis, I can’t leave the workshop and no offence, but I’m pretty sure the last place I want (Y/n) to be is in or around this place while it’s in a state of crisis,” he paused to examine a set of toy trains, being worked on tirelessly by a few elves. He couldn’t believe he was even having this discussion, why couldn’t Scott just deal with his own kid? Or find an elf who wasn’t as busy as him? Maybe he should suggest finding Curtis…

Before his boss could respond though, another voice interrupted their conversation.

“He’s right dad, if he’s as busy as he says he is, maybe we should just do this another time. I’m still going to be here over a month from now,” he hadn’t realized you’d been standing nearby the entire time. The two began a quiet debate that Bernard couldn’t hear over the hustle and bustle of the workshop, but your words stuck with him.

Maybe he had been a little harsh, just because you LOOKED like a person who causes mischief and got up to no good, it didn’t mean you were. He knew all about the dangers pre concieved notions had. After all, at one point Scott hadn’t liked Carol and she ended up being his wife, not to mention Neil Miller and Charlie’s little “bad boy” stint. Just because someone appears a certain way does not mean that’s who they actually are on the inside.

An elf tugged on his pant leg, holding a toy up to get his attention and for a moment he’s distracted while looking over the toy.

“You guys really make these toys the long way, huh, it would be so much easier if you put the wheels on last instead of trying to make them fit first,” you pointed out, watching as the elves tried desperately to make the wheels fit on the parts before they’d even built the rest of it. Bernard looked up from the toy he was examining.

He hated to admit it, but you were right. Why hadn’t he thought of that? There were probably so many things they did in the workshop that made sense to him, but took so much longer. It made his face heat up slightly, he was often so caught up in the workload that he didn’t see the obvious things right in front of him… He needed a fresh set of eyes to really help him get things running a lot more smoothly here.

“What, why are you looking at me like that?” He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until you mentioned it but a grin slowly spread over his face.

“I think I do actually have time to show you around the workshop… If you have time to maybe help me make things a lot more efficient around here. I’m swamped and I could use all the help I could get,” it was odd that even though Bernard was hundreds of years old, he still had trouble asking for help. It felt like a biting remark or something he had to force out. But you didn’t mind, in fact you didn’t even seem to notice the struggle to get the words out he’d had. You simply grinned, holding your hand out.

“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I’m the laidback one, you’re the uptight one?”

“I am not uptight, I’m on a schedule.”

“That’s what an uptight guy would say.”

“Are you going to help me or not, because I will tell Santa-”

“You think dad wouldn’t agree you’re uptight?”

He grumbled, shaking your hand and you grinned. “Alright! Come on, much to see Bernard the Uptight One!”

“I will kick you out of this workshop.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

[smuttyassholes]

Coaxing them to come home - Bts reaction

A/n: I really don’t like this tbh but like, I couldn’t come up with anything better to add. The gifs aren’t that great, either, but I think we’ve established my gif game’s been lacking for a while. 

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Jin: *Despite being slightly upset over your actions, he doesn’t let it show. But he is home in record time.*

“Did that really work?” You laughed a little as you saw him walk in.

“I can’t believe you did that.” He shook his head as he saw you. “But yes. Yes it did.”

Yoongi: *Was going to tell you that you were on speaker but didn’t get a chance as you begged him to come home and fuck you.*

“Congrats, babe,” He smirked against the phone. “The whole crew heard how needy you are.”

Hoseok: *He told you to wait and you responded with a voice note of you moaning and pleading for him to hurry. Gives in but not without a lecture first.*

“God, you’re so fucking childish.” He scoffed at you. “You’re lucky no one else heard it.”

Namjoon: *Wants to ignore it the best he can, but the longer he’s in the studio, you’re all he can think about.”

“Y’know, I should make you wait.” He started as he walked inside. “But I don’t think I can.”

Jimin: *Accidently plays your voice message out loud and quickly turns it off. Debates on going home.*

“Leave now and wake up early to come back,” He hummed to himself. “Or leave later and spend more time at home..”

Taehyung: *Beyond floored when he opens your video and makes some excuse on why he has to leave.*

“Two can play at that game.” He smirked as he set his stuff down. “Remember that the next time I send you something.”

Jungkook: *Wasn’t having any of it, especially when you sent him a video of you touching yourself. Calls to tell you to stop.*

“I already told you I’d be home soon.” He snapped as you answered the phone. “If I get one more, you’ll be waiting even longer.”

- asshole 4

[striped-carpet]

M. List

Tamaki Amajiki Relationship Headcanons:

A/N: Tamaki is actually one of my main comfort characters, as well as one of my kins. I felt like writing for him because I've been pretty down lately and don't feel too well tbh. Looking at this in revision makes me laugh a little bc of the cover of the gif

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Anxious sweetheart

He probably wrote a love letter to you and had Nejire and/or Mirio deliver it for him, as he would probably pass out from anxiety if he asked you out in person

It's very neatly written, with a few sketches of butterflies on the envelope (I feel like he has nice hand writing, as well as good drawing skills)

If you said yes he would be over the moon

I feel like your first date would either be a zoo, a cat cafe, or a butterfly sanctuary (idk if they have butterfly sanctuaries in Japan, but my location has one and it's really cool)

Since he would most likely be nervous, the animals and whatnot would help to calm his nerves a bit, especially if there's a lot of people there

If anyone ever makes fun of/insults him, you would be right there telling the person off and making sure he doesn't take their words to heart

If anything ever happened to you he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, even if there was no way he could've prevented it

He loves you so much and hopes you realize that through his small gestures, as he's a bit too jittery to tell you he loves you sometimes

Despite his rather anxious and sad demeanor, in private he would be a bit more lively since there isn't really anyone there besides you

You two often have sleep overs with Nejire and Mirio

Yuyu will occasionally join in, but not too often

They both like you a lot and are very supportive of your relationship

He likes to cook/bake with you when he gets stressed. You never fail to make him smile, even if it's just for a second

Tamaki is always extremely supportive of you, and hopes that you feel the same

Weather one of you feels insecure, or just aren't in a good mood, there are a lot of little things that the other person does that cheers you both up with little to no effort

He thinks of you like an angel tbh

I'm debating on who would say "I love you" first

I feel like he's the type of person who just doesn't think once he gets to a certain point of tiredness, so if you were both up late and hadn't said it yet in your relationship, that's how it would happen

I can just imagine him half asleep talking to you, and all of a sudden a "love you" would slip from his lips

After that he would be wide awake once again, panicking in case you didn't feel the same while his face was turning a million shades of red

Once you reassured him that it was fine and you felt the same, he would tackle you in a hug while you both laughed (if you're in person, anyway. If not, he would start laughing a little while telling you how happy he is to hear that over the phone)

Overall, Tamaki would be a very good partner who loves you to no end. Probably daydreamed about your wedding more than he'd like to admit

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes and have a great day/night! :)

[shoutogepi]

Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O After a Girls’ Night Out

with Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou 

genre : [ ☀︎ ]  fluff!! & a tiny bitta steam~

hc prompt : how would he take care of you if you come home wasted after a girls’ night out?

author’s note : this is my first time writing headcanons!! idk if this is good hc material but lemme know what you think! :) **gif not mine!!

bakugou:

first of all, blasty is annoyed that you’re going out and ditching his elderly ass at home. it’s a wednesday night so who in their right mind would be going to the club?? sure it’s your close friend’s birthday but they couldn’t just push the celebration to the weekend like a normal person?

sure you have work tomorrow but you’re young enough and it’s your friend’s birthday, they just went through a breakup so you just wanna be there for them, physically and emotionally. and bakugou gets that, but he’s still gonna be crabby about it cuz he usually drags you into bed at like ten pm.

more importantly, he likes to have you tucked up in his arms, nose in your hair and tbh your ass on his crotch. it’s just so much easier to fall asleep knowing you’re safe and there with him, and even though he complains about it, the sound of your gentle snores really lull him into slumber.

therefore he has a hard time falling asleep just because you’re not with him, but then the fact that he’s in his large bed and you’re out and about, looking killer in that sexy clubbing number... he’s gnashing his teeth and twisting in the sheets no doubt. knowing you’re most likely very far from sober doesn't really help either. and just thinking of all the creeps that’re probably eyeing up every inch of skin, every curve hugged perfectly by that black sleek dress he usually loves but really despises right now… ugh, he just can’t sleep with his blood boiling like this.

so of course he’s still awake, very agitated may i add, when scratching noises at the door start at two thirty in the morning.

you’re pathetically attempting to open the front door, but the key to the apartment is almost identical to the lobby key and then… the elevator key is there too and oh my goshhh the mailbox key is so small it’s hilarious!! like it’s a baby or something and idk you’re just vibing, laughing at the mini object drunk off your ass.

and a disgruntled katsuki swings the door wide open while you’re giggling at your fucking keychain like an idiot.

caught like a deer in headlights, your expression actually makes his frown melt into an amused smirk, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. “hey dopey, what’s so funny?”

shaking off the embarrassment, you throw your arms into the air and close your eyes, a great big grin on your lips as you loudly cheer his name.

katsuki has a huge weak spot for you and you just look so genuinely happy to see him that he doesn’t bother to make fun of you further, he just slips an arm around your waist and gathers you inside.

he asks how your night was while he bends down to take off your shoes, instructing you to lean on the door for support because you’re all wobbly and clearly not capable of standing upright on your own. god, how did you even make it back by yourself in one piece?

once the shoes are off, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. years of training have paid off, i mean, his biceps are probably the same circumference as your skull so… it makes sense that he’s able to carry you so easily but it still blows your mind every time he does it.

sets you on the edge of the bed, kissing your forehead when you ask if he’s always had such sparkly eyes. oh, how they shine in the moonlight. lmao you’re a cheesy drunk. he shakes it off with the classic bakugou tch but you know deep down he loves it.

he takes off your constrictive clothing so all you’re left in is your underwear, and yeah his eyes linger because you’re literally perfect to him. but it’s like three am now and he just wants to get you ready for bed, so he puts one of his ground zero shirts on you because he doesn’t trust himself to not escalate the situation with you sitting naked in front of him like that.

has you sit on the sink counter in the bathroom while he hands you your toothbrush, toothpaste already squeezed out and bristles wettened. as you very sloppily brush your teeth, complaining about how the mint flavor is “too spicy”, he’s busy getting out the makeup remover and wipes.

he watches you do your little routine every night so he’s well versed in what to do. he ties your hair back and you’re surprised, like, how does he know how to tie a girl’s hair?? you figure it’s from past experience so you let him know your thoughts.

he’s red from ear to ear with blush, and he adamantly explains that “it’s not that hard to do, smartass, i didn’t learn from that.”

is all pouty and grumbly as he swipes the cotton pad across your face but his touch is sweet and so careful, loving. you lean into him like a cat, and he gets even redder because fuck you’re really cute.

after you’re done brushing your teeth, katsuki hands you a glass of water and tells you to drink it, or else you’re not getting any cuddles tonight.

“slow down dopey— i didn’t mean all in one go!”

he puts on your skincare stuff too, and he even rubs it into your skin in the right direction and pressure.

you just kinda sit there and then suddenly you’re tearing up because your man is so considerate ?? and gentle?? and he’s just, ugh, perfect and all yours and you’re just really in your feelings all the sudden.

katsuki is shook when he stops focusing on rubbing the moisturizer into your neck to see tears gathering along your lower lashes.

“hey, what’s wrong, princess? did something happen? do you feel alright?”

you just pull him close and hold him tight. and katsuki is the smartest guy you know, he picks up all your social cues. so he softly wraps his strong arms around you, calloused fingers rubbing into your scalp.

“i just really love you,” you whimper, muffled his now damp shirt. “i’m sorry for keeping you up, i meant to just sneak in and slide into bed. you don’t have to do all this.”

he’s quiet for a moment before he squeezes you carefully, letting out a low sigh. “you worry too much, baby. you know i’d do anything for you...” he leans back and his thumb rolls over your wet cheek, eyes half lidded and a small, sincere smile on his lips, “and, i really love you too.”

kirishima:

kiri isn’t really the type to get super overprotective, and he does his fair share of partying so he is more than understanding when you tell him you’re going to the club with the girls.

he does pout a little when you tell him he can’t come, but he quickly accepts the fact because he understands it’s “girls’ night” and he probably wouldn’t want to be there for that anyway. although he does quip out a small comment about how sexy you look in your clubbing outfit, and how much sexier it’s gonna look on your bedroom floor later on.

safe to say you leave the house with a blush on your cheeks and a little heat between your legs.

you’re out with the 1A girls tonight— you’d all stayed pretty close after graduation and somehow you’d finally managed to get a night that all of you could attend. you can’t remember how many rounds of shots go by, and by the time the club is closing, your friends are all in various stages of drunkenness.

tsuyu and ochaco are playing some children’s hand game and singing along to it while they clap their hands together incessantly, jirou and hagakure are stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk as some kind of competition and yelling in indignation, and mina and momo have their arms around your shoulders as they debate what would be tastier right now: takoyaki or taiyaki.

honestly you keep tripping up on the words because they sound so similar, so the conversation just keeps going in circles until one of you finally decides to call a cab.

it’s about one in the morning— the group had left the club to get a snack before the easy mart across the street closed and you’d each gotten probably too many foods, your eyes bigger than your stomach.

kirishima laughs when you walk into the apartment, wobbling a bit with the (surprisingly full) plastic “thank you!” bag swinging around in the air.

“hey babe, whatcha got there? woah now—“

he reaches out and catches you before you tumble over, a red brow raised teasingly at your questionable balance.

“you alright baby?”

his voice is always deep, but it sounds even more intoxicatingly velvety in your drunken stupor, and all you do is give him the eyes with your tongue poking out between your lips.

he laughs at you again, nodding and whispering a “later, eager girl” in your ear as he sits you down on the couch, large hands fiddling with the straps on your ankles.

kiri frowns as the heel comes off, angry red marks marring the top of your foot, the back of your ankle faring even worse with a blister rubbed raw laying there.

you hiss when he touches it experimentally, a look of surprise on your face and frustration on his.

“y’know you’re really deadly in those heels babe, but if i’d known they’d hurt ‘ya i wouldn’t have let ‘ya wear ‘em out for so long…”

he disappears into the bathroom for a moment only to come back with the first aid kit. he gingerly holds your foot with one hand, the other dabbing some antibacterial cream onto the wound. he rips the wrapper with his pointy teeth, and you stifle a laugh at his red hero logo littered across the bandage.

he chuckles at your laughter, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee as he repeats the action on the other foot.

once he’s done and you’re all bandaged up, he sits next to you on the sofa, pulling your legs up across his lap.

he is not afraid to stay up late with you— actually, he prefers it because he just loves talking with you, especially when you’re all giggly and blushy because of the alcohol. plus he doesn’t want you to go to sleep still drunk (which he can tell you clearly still are), cuz he thinks you’ll have more of a hangover and it’s not that he doesn’t wanna take care of you tomorrow, it’s that he doesn’t want you to be in any pain if you can avoid it. he is a gentleman after all.

kiri inquires how your night out was, and you inform him of all the fun you’d had with the girls. he nods as he listens, big hands coming to rub your feet with the tiniest bit of strength— just enough to soothe your aching feet.

he tends to your every need;

fetching you an icy water bottle and encouraging you to drink from it frequently— “take another sip for me baby, I’ll add another minute to your massage if ‘ya do— haha that’s it, good girl!”

turning on the fan when you say you’re a little warm— “you’re hot? yeah i know. kidding. lemme get the fan for ‘ya.”

flicking on the TV and putting on your choice of entertainment. he doesn’t mind that it’s that show you love, even if it’s his third time watching this particular episode— “great choice babe, this one’s funny… hey, what’s that look for? of course it’s alright, i love this show!”  

it’s more of a background noise anyway as he talks with you, genuinely enjoying your company and just being there with you. he just wants to chat with you; share your smiles and hear your thoughts from the night, make silly jokes about the show and hear your laugh, lay his cheesy pickup lines on you even though you’ve been his for quite some time now.

and it’s so cute to him how you stumble on your words and amuse yourself when you’re drunk like this, and then when you remember you had bought snacks he swears his heart skips a beat at your squeal of excitement.

“this one’s for you!” you chime happily, hand outstretched and offering the box of pocky to him. his heart melts a little (okay maybe a lot) at your gift— he’d said he was craving chocolate last night and you had remembered, even in your intoxicated state.

gosh, he really loves you.

he’s about to voice the emotion when his thumb brushes over the perfect spot on the arch of your foot particularly hard, and a loud moan erupts from your lips, your brow furrowing and your lip pinching between your teeth.

you share a heated look before he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“thanks babe, but the pocky’ll have to wait,” he murmurs as he tosses the box aside, pushing the bag of snacks onto the floor. crawling over your legs with a sharp-toothed smirk on his lips, he growls lowly, a glint in his crimson eyes. “there’s something else i needa taste of now…”

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