#zsaku

[aestheticpearl]

“ BUT I HATE TO THINK ABOUT YOU WITH SOMEBODY ELSE ”

synopsis. leigh isn’t jealous. he doesn’t get jealous.

featuring. leigh (sakuverse)

a/n. if you’re reading this in the future and it’s inaccurate to his character, keep that to yourself i’m going off of a single episode and a prayer here

leigh has honestly confused himself at this point in this stunt of a relationship he has with you. it’s just a normal company picnic with your software company. they wanted their employees to be able to get some fresh air on the job or something like that. regardless, leigh watched for under a shaded tree as you grab some snacks for the both of you from the table they’ve set up on the field.

he’s watching your body language more than anything as you speak to one of the guys in the sales department who clearly doesn’t know how to take a hint. he keeps moving forward as you step back at each advancement, even glancing over to leigh himself to communicate ‘are you seeing this?’ with your eyes. he is unfortunately.

he remains planted under the tree, knowing full well you can very much handle yourself and if you needed help you would ask, but after a certain point it’s not just about how he’s getting impatient with the guy blabbing his whole life story to you, it’s about how he’s trying to make moves on his fake partner. that’s when he knows he has to intervene for appearance sake. at least that’s what he’s telling himself. he ignores the feelings that it stirs out in the pit of his stomach as he stands up and starts walking over to you.

you feel leigh before you see him as he wraps his arm around your waist, a wave of comfort washes over you at the feeling; finally someone that can get you out of this uncomfortable situation without being rude—

“quit hitting on them. they’re my partner.”

nevermind.

you watch the poor guy sputter out a few apologies before stumbling away from the two of you.

“that wasn’t very nice.” you mumble as you place a few veggies on your plate.

“i wasn’t trying to be, mate clearly couldn’t take a hint.” leigh responds, picking a carrot off your plate and munching on it. “you should tell HR about that.”

“what? that my fake boyfriend scared off an employee for trying to shoot his shot?”

“hey what are fake boyfriends for?”

something pulls at both of your heartstrings when you say the word fake, but you both similarly opt to brush it off.

you both walk back to the shaded tree area that leigh has practically claimed for his own and sit down with the snacks in hand.

“so have any bets?”

“sorry?” you look at leigh puzzled.

“any bets on who’s gonna win capture the flag?”

“oh.” you follow his eyes to the scene that unfolds on the field. your coworkers in some kind of team building exercise that they are definitely too old for.

“i’m honestly not too sure.” you enjoy your snacks as you watch the game, absentmindedly offering leigh the same snacks by holding the plate in front of him. he is also is locked on to what you are watching unaware of how couple like you both look right now.

“do you think this is going to effect the weekend project?” you ask, looking back at him.

“yes, but i don’t know if it’ll be in a good way or a bad way. depends on how this ends.” he smiles back at you.

you laugh and lean on him, not evening thinking.

you only realize the mistake when you feeling leigh tense under you and you quickly pull away.

“s-sorry!”

“you don’t have you act like i am hot lava.” you chuckles a bit at you reaction.

“i didn’t want to overstep—”

“i didn’t think you were overstepping.” his eyes flicker over you facial features to try and read your emotions a bit better. you’re panicked and… flustered?

“relax okay? i just wasn’t expecting it, i don’t mind though, it is pretty chilly today.” he opens his arm for you to move into, which you do eventually with some hesitation.

he’s warm and somehow comforting. you remind yourself that this isn’t something that’s real, it’s just an act that you both have to keep up with and he seems to be better at remembering that appearances need to be maintained. you secretly pray that he doesn’t notice the flustered state he as been putting you in by doing this.

“you’re warm.”

oops.

he chuckles.

“thank you.”

“i d-didn’t mean to say that.”

“but you did.” he smiles. “which means you meant it~”

you roll your eyes at him and genuinely reconsider your feels for a spilt second in that moment.

new character rahhhhhh. i’m just hoping to get pulled out of this writing slump cause i’m lowkey starting to lose interest in this. the hyperfixation isn’t fixating. happy valentine’s day btw 🤍

.love always<3 pearl

.masterlist

[boowiij]

THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF A GIRL FEAST I FEEL SO SPOILEDDDDD😫🩷🩷

[asmrrpaddict]

It still throws me off when the VAs I talk about on here like, reblog, and sometimes even comment on my posts! One who commented on and liked my post today, I didn’t even know he was on here! I almost shouted when I saw his profile picture!

It is really amazing how they will interact with their fans and have fun with us. I love seeing how excited they get when someone talks about their content! I love the ones who seem to enjoy our pain when they upload something that absolutely rips their fan’s hearts into pieces. Looking at you Reverie!!! 😆

I love this community and how it’s opened me up to talking to some amazing people on here, Discord, Twitch, and YouTube.

Thank you everyone. Whether you be a voice actor, script writer, artist, fan artist, fan fiction writer, or you’re like me and love coming up with theories about your favorite characters or promoting your favorite people, thank you! 🙏

You’ve really helped me keeping my head above water during the hardest time in my life! What can I say, 🤷‍♀️ I’m feeling sappy and brave (because this is not me at all). 💜

[botanbunny]

Breaking Bonds

Xanthus x Reader

-Audric has some notes he needs to take-

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“Audric! Your problem is with me..Let them go!!”

Xanthus screamed straining against the chains that bound him. Him and Dontis had been stuck in this room for a day maybe more. Love had gone with Audric and he could feel your panic, your pain and torment, thru the bond.

“Please…” he begged barely above a whisper.

“They can feel what you feel Xanthus, you need to calm down….”

“AND I CAN FEEL WHAT BEING DONE TO THEM!!….you have no idea….the bond…..I can feel it breaking.”

Tears start to stream down his face. “FUCK!!!!” he strains against the chains yet again.

“Oh do lighten up will you..” the door creaks on its hinges as Audric calmly walks forward, hands behind his back.

An almost feral noise leaves Xanthus lips.

“I will kill you.”

“Ohh now see you already tried that and look where that left you.” He smirks as he stops just out of reach. “Besides, I have a gift for you…” hands covered in blood come from behind his back as he places a bloody pile in front of Xanthus’s feet.

A human heart.

“Have you felt it yet?” Licking the blood of his fingers. “it takes a minute for the heart to stop beating but I wanted to see how long the bond lasted after death, thought I should take notes.”

Xanthus couldn’t breathe, the world was ending. He could barely hear Audrics laughter, barely hear anything at all except for the ringing in his ears and the numbness that spread from his chest to his head. Thrashing against the chains that were wrapped around him.

“Now tell me Xanthus, how does it feel to lose the one thing in life worth living for??….this is for my notes after all, so please use complete sentences and talk slowly.”

[nanachozip]

doing skincare with elias to make sure he lives up to the pretty boy title???? hand it over rn. nomnomnomnom

[odasantiago]

“Let’s be Human together”

By Oda

Tw: Mention of Blood

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

Zaros/Earis

(Authors note: this writing has POV changes)

In all existing timelines of the universe, you can only see one, you can only live in one, but with every second passing by, a flower in at least one universe loses a singular petal.

…

It was the day of the trial of strength, both Zaros and Earis have been training relentlessly a couple of weeks before the trial, usually by themselves training various singular abilities. Occasionally, they could duel again, but it happens less than more; since the neither didn’t wanted to know what the other was going to bring to the table once the trial arises,

…

After getting into your combat gear and clothing, you breathe in and breathe out walking along the road that led to the trial location; it was going to be an arena, filled with alot of the serula population.

Distant chatter could be heard not far away from where you were walking. Dread filled your heart, you didn’t know why;

It was nerve-racking every time before a trial. Of course, that was a given knowing your position and the things at stake. Endless questions on who would come out on top, but there were so many eyes watching this time. One wrong move, god for if you lose, it would start a wildfire.

Most of you wanted to win, to make your mother proud, to build more of your legacy and follow the old traditions of being the Earis. All the years of duels, scars and sore hands would all count to this moment. If you throw away your shot, what will become of you?

Then again, you worried every night if you were unfit to be a ruler—you were worried that if all the whispers and taunts were right, you should just let Zaros rule. It’s as if you felt deep down Zaros was right.

After all, it would be better if you vanished, sometimes.

Before you could get lost in self pitying thoughts, your mother looked you in the eye, and smiled. The cool air flowing through her long hair and gown.

“Like I have always told you, words can’t describe how proud of you I am, with every trial—even if you didn’t win all of them; you grow and grow.

“You grow our legacy.”

Those words brought a form of happiness to you, although you were prideful, praise could never make you prideful. At least, not again.

Soon after a couple of words exchanged from your mother and you, your opponent strides towards both of you—with his mother nonetheless.They were whispering to each other with his mother slightly shoving him from time to time, his mother looking back at you then him.

Zaros looked off into the side, in your direction as, and looked up and down to look at the combat gear you were wearing.

“Ah, it seems like you’ve arrived, welcome Zaros.” Your mother nodded to him politely

“Hello my eminence,” Zaros smiled,

“Why, hello my Earis.” He continued, while giving you a confident smirk.

You nodded without saying a word, weirdly, his mother didn’t throw any complaints in your direction. What was up with that?

Your mother explained while looking at the both of you, “this trial will be seen by thousands, you understand this, yes?”

We nodded, Zaros added on, “And, what if something catastrophic happens?” “I suppose, it’s a given for at least a small chance that something that dire could happen.”

Your mother looked at you, trusting for you to explain to him, panicking for a moment—you said something.

“I would say that’s very true, alas, the serullan guards will block the perimeters of the arena.”

You’re mother smiled at him and said,

“Exactly put—I highly doubt that we would need them to our aid, with so many civilians viewing the trial, if anything did something half-witted, they wouldn’t get past the guards, I assure you.”

Before you knew it, you two were already at the arena gateway. Your mom and Zaro’s mom already went up to their seating in the balcony of the arena.

The last thing you saw from Zaro’s mother was a silent stare, you could see a slight smile on her face if you squinted.

Suddenly, a large voice could be heard within the circle, everybody went quiet at the sound of it. Zaros patted your shoulder, a part of you didn’t know why, but you smiled at him—for once.

…

A man standing on a podium in the middle of the arena clapped his hands loudly to get everyone’s attention, and yelled

“Welcome to the trial of strength, Serulla!”

the crowd cheers.

“This is the first public trial, and the only trial containing combat! Remember to please stay in your seats unless due to a necessary conflict!”

Earis balled up their fists for what comes next.

“Now, with our first opponent—Our Earis of Serulla!”

Earis sighed, and walked onto the stage.

…

You saw the masses of everyone, all eyes were on you. As the host announced Zaros, he walked up to the stage, facing you directly. As if you could draw a straight line with you and him.

You could see a glint of nervousness in his eyes, his smile faltering just for a moment, fists balling up as he held his sword.

A sweat bead dropped down your forehead, you could feel the intensity of the situation, as you stood proud in front of him, waiting for the due to get in a fighting stance.

The host got off the pedestal, and yelled “Now, contestants, you may now be in a fighting position.”

“This will be the first round of fighting, whoever wins the majority of these three rounds, is the victor.”

You bend your knees, one in front of your chest; and one behind. Your hand so gracefully on the handle of your smallsword. The sheath was invaded in beautiful colors and strong material.

The moment of adrenaline finally arrives, you breathe in to calm yourself down. Zaros grips his handle tighter with a nervous expression.

The host started to count down,

“3…2…1” “GO!”

In a moment's flash, you and Zaros lunge towards each other, swords meeting and clashing, some swings were missed, Zaros was sure to put up a fight.

Blocking with skill, his moves were a bit rash—too quick and too unafraid, you could tell deep down; he was scared, almost terrified, you could feel his sword shake in his hands.

Being persistent, you held calm, holding the blade stable against his, looking into his eye for his next move, or maybe a movement that could symbolize it.

Slashing, two forces fought against each other, like it was two flowers fighting for sunlight.

Clashing, small cigs and bruises were made on both bodies.

It was all a chess game, a very fast, chess game.

Zaros made his move and lunged towards you with a side attack, your eyes widening by surprise—

Being unable to do anything else, you kicked his sword up into the air with a kick hitting his hand and handle, Zaros stumbling back from the shock, sliding towards him, ready to point your sword down at him to say that you won, a part of yourself felt bad for pulling a complicated move like a kick in the trial, but as they said—you could pull any move, if didn’t need to be a sword fight. As long as it Dosent kill the other person—

In the midst of your thought, you saw a sword, a dagger following lunge towards behind Zaros,

ready to kill him.

You screamed, “ZAROS, WAIT!” Zaros gasped and looked behind him,

In the middle of the swing down to stab him in the head; with another dagger in hand, you ran in front of the figure,

and that’s when it happened. The beginning of the end. Your last time to prove yourself as the Earis.

…

I saw the last day that my Earis lived. The day I lost one of my petals, the day that started a new world, at least in my eyes.

It all happened too fast, in one moment I felt like I was going to lose, my hands shaking from an uncharacteristic nerve in my emotions.

A heavy sword was pierced through Earis lower torso, the sword going through more and more, Earis body shifted in shock.

I couldn’t say anything, my throat was too constricted, the screams from the crowd could be heard a mile away; I could see the rage in the queen's eyes as tears streamed down her face, the guards catching her before she could collapse on the crowd or run away.

The air was so tight, the smell of blood, it made my eyes hurt. Everything was okay, everything had to be okay, wasn’t it just a few moments ago that me and my Earis looked into each other's eye, preparing for the fight of our lives?

Wasn’t it just a few days ago that we were chatting while looking in the ocean?

Wasn’t it just a few hours ago that we were preparing for another trial?

Everything rushed through my head, as my blood went cold. So quickly, but so slowly.

I managed to scream,

“My Earis..!” I ran up to hold their scarred body in my arms.

Earis coughed out blood, “I-I’ll be okay, Zaros don’t-“

I shook my head, and quickly said, “No, you won’t be, your b-bleeding, please don’t try to exert yourself too much, you’ll live..!”

Earis held out their shaky hand to hold my face, “A-are you.. fine.. though..?” There was silence. “Zaros-s, promise me somethi-ing.”

My eyes widened as their blood spread to my clothes, the Sun lighting their face beautifully. I interrupted them.

“No, stop, you’re not going to die! We both know that, you can’t die, you just.. can’t.. you can’t die..”

They coughed even more blood, their grip on my cheek became weaker.

“No.. no.. no..” I said, over and over, as if I could redo the whole story, rewind the clock.

I looked around, the guards were surrounding us, they knew it was too late to save them, but why? Why didn’t they do anything? Why didn’t they help?

I desperately tried to pick them up, but they stopped me.

“Stop it, please.. I.. did this for Serula, to save you. Let me s-save you, let me r-re-p-pay you.”

Their voices were so weak. It was so soft spoken. I didn’t want to believe anything, listen to anything.

“Shh.. you’ll live.. you won’t die.. you can’t die.” I said, ever so quietly. Hot tears stained my face, my voice so broken. I didn’t want to accept it, if only I could repay my life for theirs, if only I never consented to this stupid game, If only I wasn’t the Athal’ins perfect child.

“Save people, live for the side of good, p-please.. even if you’re not th-hroned, I’ll always love you.”

“If you never pick a side, you’ll fall into an indescribable void. If I could have anything now, it would be for you to live another day. Do anything you want, darling, I.. I love you.. so much..”

I gripped their hair, the guards lifted their bleeding out body and attempted to patch up their wounds, the Queen was beside them, silent with tears falling down her face.

All of the sudden, I heard screaming. I didn’t know what it was, or where it came from, but soon enough.

I realized it was me screaming. Almost tearing my throat out.

Falling to the ground, I could see their blood on my hands. I screamed as they took them away,

“I love you too..!! I love you, my Earis..!” I kept saying “I love you” and screaming as if I could have them back.

…That day, I lost one of my petals, and I never want to grow another again. Even in a garden full of exotic plants and painted with rich colors, I will remain alone.

[azulaoi]

A Warm Study

Isaac x Housekeeper (M4A ver.)

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: You've been hard at work with Isaac ever since you agreed upon being his assistant and lover. Not knowing what else could happen during this long night of work, your thoughts were proven wrong.

✨This writing is SFW✨

No wink wonk moments here whehe. For now >:)

A Warm Study

By: Azulaoi

It's been awhile since you've been in the library, reading and examining key factors in the current case you and Isaac have been trying to crack. Your fatigue was at its beginning, but your determination about this case's finale kept your eyelids lifted as every page engulfed you in curiosity and new possible leads. Whilst you were reciting the case, Isaac took notes and carefully set salient sheets of paper to the side - to be studied later for interrogation. Being his assistant in these matters truly made work easy for him - whilst still housekeeping, you enjoyed both jobs.

You two examined and studied into the night with no interruption. Not for long, hunger began to build overtime during your study. "I guess it's time for a break?" you thought. You look at Isaac, pondering over something on his laptop while he fidgets with his pen. You scoot closer to him to see what he was looking at; he was looking at some sort of address. He notices your close presence and glances at you, "Are you alright? Are you getting tired, [name?]". You rest your head on his shoulder, looking at him, "No, not at all. Why do you say that?". He looks at you directly, "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? We've been working since this morning with no breaks in between - it seems like we haven't eaten dinner yet. Except breakfast, of course.". When he mentioned dinner, you immediately got up.

He laughs, "Heh, no need to be alarmed. You don't need to cook dinner today. Let's eat something that doesn't require much work, alright?". You respond, "true... What shall we eat?". He put his pen down, closed his laptop and got up. "Let's eat, check and see if we have any frozen foods we can heat up.". You nod at his suggestion and head toward the kitchen.

You sit near the counter as he walks over and opens the refrigerator. He stood there until he pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer. "Hmm... I think this shall do. I wouldn't consider this dinner - it's more like a midnight snack," he laughs. It was late however, you wanted to eat something before you two could continue work. He opens one of the cabinets and grabs two glasses, "Before I bake the pizza, we should refresh ourselves first. God knows how long I haven't gone without drinking water today...". He then poured water into both glasses and handed one glass to you.

Isaac begins to converse about the current case you both have trying to figure out. You tried your best to hold onto every word he said, but all you could do was stand there and admire how passionate he was about this case. "Perhaps I'm too tired to keep track of what he's saying," you thought as you sip onto the glass. Suddenly, you leaned the glass too close, spilling it all over your chest. You held onto the glass tightly to not drop it. The impact of the cold water seeps through your top, leaving nothing but slight exposure. Isaac immediately puts down his glass, deeply sighing, "Here, let me help you. My [name], you are so clumsy.".

He grabs a couple napkins from the kitchen counter, drying your top gently. "I'm sorry, Isaac. I don't think napkins are going to help. I'm completely drenched..." you say in a disappointing tone. He stops wiping and looks at you, "Are you... also wet from the inside of your top?". You nod and blush at his response. He hums, pondering for a moment. He clears his throat, "Take off your top.". You blink rapidly, "Come again?". He repeats it once more but in a demanding tone, "Take off your top, [name]. I'll go get you a new one.". Your eyes widened as the tension between you both rose. You didn't want to make the situation more awkward, so you did what he asked.

Slipping your top off, you felt a cold breeze caress your body. Shivering, you crossed your arms around your chest to cover yourself. "Thanks, I'll be ba-", he stops mid sentence and glances at you. He begins to examine you, instantly blushing as his eyes lay on your exposed torso. "Is there something wrong?" you asked worriedly. He shakes his head, unbuttoning his shirt, "It's nothing... Anyways, I'll lend you my shirt for the time being. I can't see you freezing like this.". You watch as he slowly unbuttons the last half of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and wrapping it around yours.

Your gaze wanders around his torso. Internally salivating his veiny biceps, his bare big pectorals shining from the kitchen lights, and his beautiful crafted abs. "He looks absolutely dreamy," you thought to yourself. "I want to feel them...". He was taken aback from your non-filter response. "You... Want to feel what?" his eyebrows furrow and cheeks flushed. You step closer to Isaac, your eyes still glued onto his glamorous chest. Your inner instinct wanted to feel him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Soon enough, your eyes drifted away from embarrassment. "I'm sorry... My mind completely slipped. I shouldn't have stared at you like that.". Isaac catches your gaze and caresses your cheek, "You don't need to apologize. Safe to admit, even I can't keep my eyes off of you sometimes... Like right now.".

You grabbed his hand and slowly lay your cheek against it. "It's so warm...". Your eyes connect with his, peering at him with fondness. Isaac smirks at you - as you continue to rest and rub your cheek on his hand. It felt so comfortable that you could fall asleep - his hand like a pillow. Your eyes began to rest, laying your head fully on his hand. You didn't want your fatigue to win you over but instead wanted to savor this moment with Isaac.

What felt like ages snuggling against his hand, you open your eyes to see him leaning close to you. Planting his soft lips on yours, you close your eyes once more. You rest your arms on his bare chest as his arms wrap around your waist. Trembling from his touch, you pull him closer, deepening the kiss between you both. It felt so warm being so close against him, especially since the house has been freezing lately. You could've asked him to turn on the heater, but your heart wanted him to be your personal heater and his warm touch around your body.

He faintly sighs as he pulls away from your quivering lips, "I... Should go put on another shirt. I'll also put your top in the washer to wash. Stay put, alright?". You nod and stare at his bare back as he leaves the kitchen towards the laundry room. Once his silhouette disappears from your sight, you begin to giggle at the thought of his painted round red ears. "Was he blushing this whole time?" you thought, giggling. Even though he tries to brush it off and act cool, you never thought Isaac would look this cute when he's in this state. You, of course, wanted to see this side of him more often.

After waiting for his arrival for a few minutes, Isaac returns back. Your heart slightly drops as you notice something different from his facial expression: it was coldly stern. He walks up to you with his phone in hand "I'm sorry for taking a while, [name]. I was... Answering a call just now. Seems like we have found some new leads to our case.". You return his response with a smile, "That's great, isn't it? We are getting close to its finale!". He lets out a disappointing sigh, "Hm... Not quite, actually. This is still the beginning, and we still have lots to investigate here and there.". You nodded and looked down. "I know it's tough... But I'm truly grateful that you lend a hand on these cases. Without you, I would've pulled another all nighter," he says with a reassuring smile. "However, before we dig ourselves back into paperwork again... Would you like me to make us some coffee or tea?".

Your face lit up at his request, "Of course! I'll help make the pizza whilst you make the hot drinks-". He clears his throat, "Ah- no. How about... We make both of them together? Will that be okay with you, honey?". Your cheeks slightly flushed as he said the word honey. "Wait, did you just call me honey?". You ask as your eyes widened in surprise. His eyes fill with worry, "is that not a nickname of your preference? If not, I understand...". You shake your head, "No, no! It's okay! I don't mind at all. I... Love how you say it, to be honest.". He chuckles and gives you a nod in return, "Alright then, I shall call you that by now, honey.". He then gestured you into the kitchen to prepare yourselves a midnight snack.

Hearing him say honey a second time made your heart go berserk. It sounded heart warming and sweet - it had a nice ring. Of course, it sounded much better than being called a stray.

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I was fortunate enough to be able to finish this writing last night. It's short but... I hoped you all liked it :)

Thanks to my friend and best beta reader/grammar checker happiesttbearr for helping me out on spell check!

Love y'all Crumpets!

- Azulaoi💙

[umbratheshadowfamiliar]

One thing I find incredibly interesting about ZSakuVA and his series 'The Nobel Trials' is actually the character of the listener.

And I know you all are thinking:

"Umbra... It is a self insert listener..."

But just hear me out.

Zaros, as a very far leftist, embodies most of the beliefs that I hold true in my day to day existence. About opening everything to the public and providing better education, healthcare, food ect to all.

But the thing is we aren't Zaros we are essentially elon musk's kid. Granted the listener's mother does seem very kind but that kind of wealth and the established listener's character makes them seem unnaturally callous. Which quite frankly they are.

But that's no fun to me.

So instead I have been coming up with the most petty and slightly devil's advocate counterarguments to every single claim that Zaros is making about this listener. Also as well as considering why the listener acts the way they do. I plan on making this in a list because I find this so entertaining. It will probably be called something like #Zaros' listener's character study.

This post I'm mainly use as a PSA to say that this is merely a character analysis. Zaros, while he does have his flaws, I objectivly agree with politically so far in the series (Ep 2). This is all a bit of banter and I hope you all can enjoy as much as I do!

Umbra 🕯

[beemybella]

i loved the new storyline and had to draw something ^^

Tags!

@zozo-01 @lovebugjadebug @aimee-pisces @rick-the-dragon @im-side-eyeing-your-assssss @angel-noaxod @anthrokiaera @corinnebm @plutobutartsy @soup-scope

[v1nc333311111]

Don’t do it bro…

Anyways (very messy) Kayson sketch!! Missing him but wanted to practice arms..? Idk if it’s confirmed he quit, but I believe he feels tempted to smoke again sometimes idk.

[aestheticpearl]

when you stay out late

✧·˚feat: kayson mayer, jonah, xanthus claiborne, andrew marston, issac rhoades, elias, zaros athat’lin, luca pearce, rowan

✧·˚genre: fluff

✧·˚requested: yes!

✧·˚a/n: finally getting these out after the fated break up text i received while typing out xanthus’ texts messages stopped me in my tracks lol

.love always <3 pearl

.text masterlist

[asmrrpaddict]

Yes!!! Haven’t gotten the chance to watch the new Zsaku yet, but it is on my list!!

THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF A GIRL FEAST I FEEL SO SPOILEDDDDD😫🩷🩷

[yuurivoice]

Not to sip some tea that ain't mine, but color me absolutely shocked that Anonymous Confession blogs stirred up unnecessary drama! It's the most "teenagers in Tumblr fandoms" behavior ever and is a very poor way engage in any sort of media critique (positive or negative).

It does not invite discussion, but rather shitty, unchecked, anonymous people who won't stand on anything publicly but sure would giggle and kick their feet if it caused a fuss.

It's clique-y mean girl dipshit behavior and if it was actually there to celebrate creators in the space, there are a million other ways to do that without leaving the door open for losers.

Count that as the .1 out of 10 times I do get involved with what the fandom is up to, because that shit is the exact kind of behavior that makes me happy I didn't build my shit with any regard to "The Community" in respect to ASMR Roleplay as a space. Because too many folks are cool with entertaining petulant children in their midst for my taste.

Goofball behavior that reflects the maturity of various pockets of the audience. These are not serious people, and should be treated as such.

[nanachozip]

i wonder if isaac’s mother sung to calm him down. i feel like that’s what he’d resort to (at first) if pickle ever need comforting or was having a panic attack etc. maybe japanese lullabies or nursery rhymes he grew up with?

[odasantiago]

Sneak peak :3

What if I said I’m drawing some Earis Death AU fanart hahaahha

[penelopesbaby]

It wont let me add anymore 🥲