#hold on im colour coding them

[with-my-calamitous-love]

IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE’S A GENTLEMAN

chuuya x reader

thoughts about how chuuya acts in a relationship

lovey dovey stuff, physical touch, a few hcs

a/n: this line from slut is SO chuuya coded i cant even begin. oml

a/n: i need a guy who treats me right cuz sometimes i feel like im only attracted to guys who make me relate to ATW (iykyk) 🧍🏻‍♀️

chuuya nakahara, who comes home in the middle of the night to find you softly asleep in his bed. sometimes your all wrapped up in the sheets, protecting yourself from the cold trying to replicate the heat of chuuya's body. other times you fall asleep with an open, unfinished book laying on your stomach or your still blaring phone in the balm of your hand. your hair is messy, comfortably sprawled out on the satin pillow. maybe you're in a lacy, black cami he bought for you- more for himself than for you- or you're in your favorite oversized hoodie you would never wear around anyone but him. it smells like him. you insisted. either way, you were in a world of peaceful slumber, and chuuya couldn't wrap his head around how lucky he got.

chuuya nakahara, who buys you flowers every week. he can't always pronounce or even remember their names, and it sometimes irks him how easily they wither in the wrong conditions, and how they always seem to attract an annoying buzzing pest that acted like it owned the place. but chuuya loved the way your face would light up whenever he hands you a bouquet of delicate, brightly coloured petals. he adores the way your cheeks bloom with roses, the way your eyes glow like lillies swaying in the wind. so he always stops by the florist every friday on his way home from work. the owners are a nice, old elderly couple, the husband a lively old man who knows the trick behind charm. the wife was a sweet, gentle loving old woman who would sometimes treat chuuya to freshly baked muffin or cup of brewed tea. he saw the two of you in them, as if it ere some kind of time machine. they made growing old not seem terrible.

chuuya nakahara, who takes you out to fancy dinners once a month. he doesn't let you spend a dime, just wanting to flash around his fancy black card to the waiter to let him know how much he spoiled you. and afterwards he'd take the long way with you back to his motorcycle, arm wrapped protectively around your waist. he thinks you look beautiful in the moons gaze, happy with his coat around your shoulders. he both laves and hates the stares and attention you get from bystanders- he hates their glaring eyes and the thoughts that run through their heads- but he loves spite of jealousy that flickers through them when they see that your his.

speaking of his motorcycle.... chuuya nakahara, who loves to take you for joyrides late into the night. he knows you place all your trust in him, and he knows that he would never let not even a hair on your head suffer any harm. he loves the way your hands grasp around his abdomen, clutching his muscles through his shirt. he sometimes will place one hand over yours, assuring you that you're safe and that he's got you.

chuuya nakahara, who will never be sent away without a goodbye kiss from you. he takes off his hat, holding it behind your head as he presses his lips to yours with fervent need. his job requires him to be away from you, as much as it hurts your heart. he kisses you as if he needs to reseal your love on his skin, keeping it around him no matter how far you are. and he calls you every night, knowing that you can't sleep without his voice. little do you know, he needs this nightly phone call just as much- if not more- than you do. he chuckles to himself as you ask him about your favorite hoodie, unaware of the way chuuya presses it to his face because it smells like you. he's desperate for that, desperate for you when you're away.

chuuya nakahara, who wants nothing more than to grow old with you. to see you asleep, waiting for him to join you just like every night to buy you the same flowers every friday and place them in the palm of your wrinkled hands, his own face painted with age lighting up with joy at the sight of yours. to retire with you, living a comfortable life with you at his side. to laugh at your cute yet angry face as you scold him for still wanting to drive a motorbike at his age. to kiss you, kiss you like he just met you, kiss you like he's loved you for 20 years- because he has and will. chuuya nakahara wants to love you forever, or for as long as you'll have him.

#bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd fanart #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs fanart #bungo stray dogs manga #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya x you #chuuya fanart #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dazai x chuuya #chuuyabsd #bsd fyodor #bsd atsushi #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #bungou gay dogs #bungou sd

[thejakeslayla]

can u enhypen reaciton to y/n has sectoral heterochromia (youcan search on google)

i have that im j little bit insecure about that

╰─▸❝ enhypen reaction to reader having sectoral heterochromia❞

pairing: enhypen x gn! reader ୨୧ genre: fluff ୨୧ warnings: reader being insecure ❝ in sectoral heterochromia, part of one iris is a different color from its remainder, and in central heterochromia, spikes of different colors radiate from the pupil. ❞

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ yang jungwon 양정원 ✩

jungwon, just like the rest of the members, would absolutely adore the smallest little details about you.

at first, he didn't notice you having two different eye colours, but after holding eye contact with you while being close enough, he was so surprised that he instantly grabbed your cheeks and went

"oh my god! y/n!"

you stare at him, confused, but then you realise that it was probably his reaction to your heterochromia.

after that, jungwon adores you even more; every day he tells you how unique and beautiful you are.

one day, when he sees that you can be insecure about it, he comes up to you and stands in the door frame of your bathroom, just looking at you.

"my love, what's wrong?" he asks you in the sweetest and most gentle voice, with a big pout on his face.

after you explain how you're feeling about your eyes, he's devastated.

"but y/n, it’s so unique. you, you’re so unique." he says, still having the biggest pout. he would just feel sad that you're insecure about the thing he likes the most about you.

he covers you in kisses after he finally drags you to bed, his lips mostly smooching the skin right next to your eyes.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ lee heeseung 이희승 ✩

heeseung is kind of goofy about it; your contact name in his phone ends with two different hearts in the colour of your eyes.

he always brags about it to everyone; it's like he's so proud to have a lover that unique.

"guys, did you know that y/n has two different eye colours?" he's so excited about it for no reason.

it feels somehow normal for him. he just doesn't understand how you can be insecure about it. after you tell him that, he honestly just looks confused. asking "why?" each time you try to explain.

he wishes for you to love and adore it as much as he does.

heeseung is known for intense eye contact, but with you, he's somehow shy. he loves looking into your eyes, but after a minute or two, he just looks away, flustered.

his sudden change in his favourite colour??

someone asks him, and he straight up, without a second of thought, goes:

"y/n's eye colour."

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ park jongseong 박종성 ✩

honestly, jay is so stupidly cute about

everyday he texts you a fun fact he found about heterochromia

he's also the one to explain to the rest of the members IN DETAIL about it; if you asked him about the hex code of the colour of your eyes, i wouldn't be surprised if he actually knew that.

after seeing you looking all sad while standing in front of the mirror, he comes up to you, hands wrapping around your waist, as he places his chin on your shoulder.

he whispers to you sweet nothings, but they touch your heart. he knows exactly which compliments you like, so he uses them.

he tells you every day that you're beautiful, but now that you're standing so close to him while you both look in the mirror at your reflection, it somehow feels intimate.

sometimes you would just sit doing nothing and you hear jay sighing. after you ask him what's wrong, he just goes:

"nothing, i just can't believe your beauty."

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ jake sim 제이크 심 ✩

actually the biggest simp for you that you've ever seen

he sends you pictures of cats or puppies with heterochromia and adds

"look y/n, it's you"

you sometimes find him staring at you with these big eyes, full of love

he's just like jay; during the day, he randomly just mentions how beautiful you're

the pet names he calls you??

its always something mentioning your beauty

"my beautiful princess", "my pretty", "my gorgeous"

sometimes he just grabs you by your cheeks, looking almost flabbergasted with his mouth open and a fond expression, his eyes scanning yours, and then he just goes

"woah.."

leaving you absolutely shy.

he never really understands why you’re insecure when you’re literally the most beautiful person in his world

about texting, he would always start the conversation with

"how is the most beautiful person alive doing?"

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ park sunghoon 박성훈 ✩

he's so shy about it; he's never heard of sectoral heterochromia, and you're the first person he's ever met with it

he would stare at you as if you were the most beautiful art piece he had seen in his whole life

his eyes are constantly on you, and after you notice him staring, he acts like he never did such a thing

"huh? no? what do you mean? i wasn't staring, y/n. you're delusional."

but after hearing you talk about how insecure you can get about your eyes, his behaviour changes 180 degrees

suddenly he's more bold, complimenting you every five seconds, making sure that you know how beautiful for him you're

just like jake, he would send you pictures of cats and puppies and add to them:

"look, it's you!"

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ kim sunoo 김선우 ✩

he LOVES taking pictures of you, always saying stuff like

"y/n! open your eyes more; I can't see the colour!"

he's sulking and whining whenever you mention that you're not so confident, having heterochromia

"but why? i think it's really pretty"

he pouts just like jungwon, grabbing your cheeks and looking into your eyes with this adorable expression on his face

sunoo is your number one fan and hypeman; instead of talking sadly during your convo about insecurities, he's more like:

"and what????"

"you're literally the most unique and beautiful person!!"

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ nishimura riki 西村 力 ✩

"y/n, you remind me of this character."

he randomly says this while showing you a picture of an anime character

he's so cute about it; each time he sees something that's the colour of your eyes, he just excitedly yells to you about it

if he can buy it, he definitely will

he shows it to his hyungs, going:

"look! doesn't it look like y/n's eyes??"

and heeseung just has to nod and smile, because if he shows any signs of being uninterested, niki will in fact start drama

"really? that's all you have to say? THEY ARE LITERALLY SO UNIQUE AND THIS IS ALL YOU HAVE?"

it's like niki expects them to write an essay about you and your eyes

you always find drawings or doodles of your eyes, whenever niki has a paper and pen, he just can't stop himself from drawing them

. . . . . -ˋˏ ✎ author's note! hello!! thank you for the request and reading! hope it met your expectations, remember that you're beautiful just as you're nothing to be insecure about ♡ requests: open © 2023 — all rights reserved to user thejakeslayla, please do not steal, plagiarise or translate any of my work !

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[dansevilpianotea]

what are some phancoded songs?

hiiii omg thanks for the ask!! i absolutely love talking about songs i associate with my interests!! (autism has been activated to the highest degree so this will be a long post, you have been warned)

here are some of what i think are classic dnp coded songs:

Guys by The 1975 (i see this as more about the phandom than about dnp tbh but its very very dnp coded no matter how you interpret it) That's So Us by Allie X Still into You by Paramore The Only Exception by Paramore

i have a whole ass 100 song long playlist about dnp but let me give you my favourites that aren't the usual classics:

Eighteen by Pale Waves

This city depresses me But you try to be everything I need We sat on the corner kissing each other Felt like I could finally see in colour I was 18 when I met you Poured my heart out, spilt all my truth I finally felt like I could feel for the first time When I met you

i mean????? thats 2009 dan and phil????? dip and pip??? hello!!??

also fun fact!!: this band is from manchester and this song was written by their non-binary drummer and lesbian lead singer (who lowkey gives lesbian version of dan). you should rlly listen to pale waves. idek if theyve heard of dnp but theyre true phannies to me.

Starlight by Muse

this song, man. never heard of muse until i got into dnp and then i this song was the first one is listened to.

Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my arms

i feel like it says sth about the expectations of being in a relationship while also presenting yourself on a massive public platform. wanting to be authentic and produce content^tm vs. being closeted and wanting to protect your relationship. 'I will be chasing a starlight, Until the end of my life, I don't know if it's worth it anymore'. Is worth it to constantly push the content out while feeling like a fraud for being inauthentic about your identity? 'And our hopes and expectations, Black holes and revelations'. the future may seem very dark and hopeless sometimes, it may not turn out how we expect or hope, but only once we face instead of fight it (embrace the void etc) we will forgive our past selves and see that the future really is bright. so yes, very dnp coded.

Anniversary by Autoheart

Years of nothing have subsided We have fixed each other up Giving you up? What are you on about? I'll never give up believing in us Giving you up? Now why would I do a thing like that? No I’m not giving you up, no way I will never stop when it comes to you

this song is not only dnp coded (kind of an october 19th theme song) but also has gained a new meaning since the return of dnp games <3. they didnt give up on us. they came back. and we really helped each other get here <3. think about it like that when listening and i guarantee you will be sobbing. the song also has some marriage themes bc theres wedding vows during the bridge so i will just let you live with that <33

Where the Lines Overlap by Paramore

Tracing patterns across a personal map And making pictures where the lines overlap No one is as lucky as us We're not at the end but oh, we already won Call me over And tell me how Well, you got so far Never making a single sound I'm not used to it But I can learn

we werent ready for their comeback / we're still learning to get used to it / just look at them / boiling frog theory / hard phaunch / do i need to say more

Yellow by Coldplay

this song became part of my playlist when phil didnt know a single coldplay song. unfortunately i cant take it serious anymore after dan was turned into a golden pig, then was literally glowing golden during a book event all while #pissyourself4dan was trending and every phannie on twt made their pfps yellow. i will curse your mind to with the lyrics and mental imagery: (im sorry but im also not bc this is how my autism thinks humour works)

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow ✨✨ Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful ✨✨✨ And you know, you know I love you so 💛

✨✨✨

(im sorry again)

Safe & Sound by Tonight Alive

Dan in BIG: "for the first time since I was a tiny child I actually felt safe."

Nothing compares to what we share I don't have a care in the world Cause even if it all came crashing down, As long as you're around, I'll be safe and sound. 🧡

ending it with a nice one because its beautiful and sappy and its so them afterall. they really won rpf.

thank you for this ask, i enjoyed answering it!! (im sorry for taking so long. im on day 11 of a cold so ive not had much energy.)

#dan and phil #dnp #phan #dnpgames #amazingphil #danisnotonfire #daniel howell #song analysis #playlist #ask #sage posting

[whomst-the-hell]

liste n ok i understand objectively that, from a show-making perspective, choices like giving some of the B1 droids in clone wars things like coloured paint or markings is to easily distinguish previously referenced droids, and that giving them snappy dialogue like “ i hate my job” and “he’s in charge … guess i’m in charge now…” is a tonal thing bc the show is largely comedic and also aimed at i think preteens, but that combined with other droid characters in sw like R2, threepio or K-2S0 makes me really want to create like. battle droid culture. like the battle droids dont seem to want to be there, at least not the B1s, so idk. what if they unionised? why not droid uprising? droid religion? what would that look like i wonder… do they think fondly of the droid production factories or are they glad to be rid of it? are their underground droid-run clinics to jailbreak separatist coding? do they yearn to be flesh and blood, or simply to live in a galaxy where one does not need to bleed to deserve respect. they are shown to be capable of emotion and opinion and i now hold affection for them idk also christ but i feel strongly about the fact that the droids dont want to die. they are shown to be distressed in the face of jedi bc they do not want to die. one of them says “wait we can surrender?” before being shot down and its a gag but holy shit because they do not want to die. im mentally ill abt this, and im so fucking close to detroit: become humaning these fucking goofball butt of the joke moron robots

#star wars #clone wars #b1 battle droid #if this already exists pls point me in its direction but i tried to find it on ao3 and came up blank

[scuderiahoney]

IN MOTION P7 BABY LETS GO

LEE THIS GOT SO LONG HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY 😭😭 ITS LIKE 35 POINTS

1. in motion alex and lily ( and alex and lily in general) have to be roman empire cuz THEYRE LITERALLY SO CUTE I CANT

2. they called bunny first omg shut up.

3. have you watched red white and royal blue? cuz the 'osc' and the relived bunny is so alex and henry saying "alex" "baby" coded

4. oh i just know sebs gonna be kicking his feet and shit (figuratively) when he finds out about bunny and osc

5. rip bunny and lily you would love taylor swift

6. Oooh back story time.

7. "ive always got time for you" SCREAMING. CRYING.

8. well thats a traumatic backstory. Im sad now, and oscar's response??? Its not giving unwanted pity or sympathy and its not completely dismissive because she has "gotten over it", because you don't really get over that you know. And he's reassuring her not in a way that feels like pity but empathy

9. OSCAR PIASTRI HAS 3 BRAIN CELLS 1 is for his chosen sport, one is for his sense of humour, one is for emotional intelligence.

10. He's so real for the max comment 😭😭 reminds of that vid where max goes "my dad did that a mechanic once witha fork" and daniel just goes😃🧍wut

11. oscar encouraging bunny to try football (I can't use soccer for the LIFE of me lee im SORRY thats just not right) makes me so SOFTTTT

12. Lily and alex stop being couple goals challenge FAILED

13. i mean bunny its not really that hard figure it out unless you're max and lando (completely fuckin oblivious)

14. I have no clue how hockey works BUT AHHHH THEY WON AHHHH

15. one more game. One last data point. what if i cry huh? What then?

16. List of things to hold against lee 1) lando's plot line in motion 2) strawberry wine chap 3. 3) the CHARLES APOCALYPSE FIC (basically any angst cuz im a wittle baby)

17. Stairs why stairs huh what. OH HI OSCAR (its 2 am forgive me)

19. Carlos oscar beef persists in every universe (except in that one fic cait wrote.. but that was also sorta beefy with sexual tension)

20. MAX YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS TO THE HAIR COLOUR AISLE AND BUY THAT BLUE DYE. Oscar is about to dye laughing (get it) his zendaya laugh when he finds this lore

21. DID NO ONE BET ON THEM? i was expecting a "you owe me a twenty" somewhere

22. Lando you stupid stupid fool,(yes sir id like this one for my self please)

23. "Eachother apparently" lee i love the way you write stories but i lOVE your dialogues even more 😭😭😭

24. Imagine oscar being like "charles. YOU NEED to switch seats with me." esp if he's sitting in the dead centre between max and lando

25. Honestly i totally get bunny cuz i was crying all over when out volleyball team one the state level and this is like NATIONALS

26. logan 😭😭

27. nooo max, pookie noo (this is me adding to this after monaco., it was indeed pookie no but osc podium charles win yay!)

28. jos verstappen couldn't be half the person max is.

29. Hey Mr. bartender? can i get two "your happiness is more important than some stupid trophy." With some extra unconditional love on top thanks.

30. lee a question why is max doing "sappy stuff later, we should celebrate", "angry on bunnys bf later, we should celebrate" . Like i get half of the reason but their seems something a lot more deeper than just wanting to celebrate hardwork and "last time" thing

31. Max and lando are so done w their bullshit (they only know a few hours) and charles is done w max and landos bs cuz he's known MUCH longer and HE ISNT COMPLAINING AS MUCH AS THEM

32. Bunny the mother hen ahhh

33. SHE REALLY CAME FOR SEBS NECK 😭😭

34. oh they remember the kiss, i thought they would be hungover enough to forget all the best osc bby

35. I TOLD YOU. SEBS KICKING HIS FEET AND GIGGLING.

36. Long live carcar beef 🫶

-😴

DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. my response got long so it’s under the read more:

1. Alex & Lily guest starring in every fic bc they are the blueprint

3. i have not but i did read the book & yeah. That’s the energy.

7. it’s all i want tbh why can’t i find a guy like the fictional ones i write

8 & 9. emotionally intelligent osc my beloved!!!

11. you should see the arguments cece and i have had while i was asking for help workshopping this fic. there’s a lot of *soccer *football. i still have not convinced her but in my defense they’re at an American uni they would call it soccer

16. i will NEVER escape the wrath of strawberry wine part 3 no matter how much fluff i write. still in @theemporium ‘s doghouse months later

17. oh hiiiiii osc!!

19. omg @leclerced ‘s carcar fic my beloved 😵‍💫 ty for the reminder i should rlly go reread it

20. Oscar just wakes up to blue haired bunny & nearly died of shock

21. tbh i just didn’t think of it but George and Alex definitely did!! they’ve had a running bet going since before spring break i feel like.

23. THANK YOUUUUU dialogue is so hard to get right so i am kicking my feet over this

24. 👀👀👀

27. biiiiiig mood

29. hi bartender me too pls

30. i think i get what you’re saying but it’s really not meant to be him avoiding it or anything- he just knows they have a flight home to bug Oscar and a few weeks left to be sad about things ending, and events that they’ll get to be sentimental at. but this is the only chance they have to be at a bar after they win the championship so he wants them to have fun!! (and then he himself gets sad but. he’s trying to make sure they all have a good time)

31. Charles is so so over it he’s caught them making out already, this is old news to him. max & lando are scandalized

34. poor oscar. godspeed dude.

35. supportive seb!!!

36. carcar beef always & forever

thank you SO much for reading & letting me know what you thought ily!!

#box box #anon #😴 anon

[hearts4robs]

Hi, I wanted to request a marauders era matchup!

My name is Ollie, short for oliver, i use he/they/she pronouns and im 18. Im queer and have a preference for men. I am also from the netherlands!

My personality type is infp, and to go into more detail:

Im usually more shy in at the start, but can get quite talkative when i warm up to people. Im more of a listener though.

I love singing, reading, writing daydreaming, baking and making art.

My love language is physical touch, i love hugs or sitting next to someone and having our knees or shoulders touch. Laying on someone's shoulder is a big yes for me i love it.

I struggle a lot with my feelings and communicating them, but im getting better.

I have social anxiety and autism which can make social interactions and parties and such things difficult for me.

My ideal date is difficult. I've never been on a date before so its hard to judge. I think I'd like going to a coffee shop, maybe stargazing or going to an arcade. The ideal date for me is something relaxing where i can get to know the other person well. I want it to be intimate.

My ideal type is also difficult. I've never really dated anyone (im going to be a virgin until retirement i swear). I think I'd probably just like someone who makes me feel seen and appreciated, who reminds me I'm loved and helps me feel less self-conscious.

My favourite tropes would probably have to be friends to lovers and mutual pining. Im a sucker for hurt to comfort.

Physical appearance stuff:

5'6, bit chubby, pretty darn pale skin, short straight brown hair that i usually tuck behind my ears, grey eyes with glasses, black nosering in my left nostril, L and R tattooed on my wrist (yes for left and right lol). I mostly wear skater or cottagecore style clothes, usually dark and earthy colours with the occasional blue and red.

Hope thats enough (or not too much lol)

Have a great day :)

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

“Hold my hand, sweetheart. It’s okay.” James reassures, blindly waving his hands around behind his back for you to grab.

Your hands finds James’s and his warm hands immediately dwarf yours. He pushes through the crowd, making sure you’re right behind him.

James smelt of alcohol, but he still seemed grounded as he lead you out of the Gryffindor common room and up the stairwell. The party continued at the bottom of the stairs.

James let’s go of your hand and holds your face in his hands, finally facing you probably.

“What’s the matter, handsome? Too loud?” James questions, moving his hands over your ears. You don’t answer, your throat was tight. He just nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re okay.” He murmurs against your temple.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t give me that, you’re okay!” James assures you by pulling you into a tight squeeze.

“What do you say to a cuddle with that weighted blanket we bought last week?”

James struggles to repress his smile when you nod. Oh, he was so up for a lazy cuddle.

Headcanons:

James learned morse code and basic sign language to communicate with you when everything was too much.

James is such a physical touch/quality type kind of guy, and taking you for a walk to Hogsmead for a coffee + browsing date is an every other week occurrence

He’s a yapper. You know everything there is to know about quidditch. Whenever you read or do anything that doesn’t make James the center of your attention, he yaps.

Writes you dumb notes whenever he can. Like, not cute. Dumb.

i rlly hope you like this🫶i’m SO SORRY for how delayed it is, i’m only just now getting back into the flow of writing.

#★ robins match up event! ★ #★ robins events ★ #james potter x reader #match up #★ match up event! ★ #james potter x gn!reader #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #james potter comfort #marauders #marauders era #marauders era x reader #marauders james potter #james potter marauders

[iplayghoul]

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 ⦂ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.

pairing:: toji fushiguro x fem black coded reader!

word count:: 5.4k

warnings:: dacryphilia, religion, gaslighting, alcohol, hair pulling, anal play, sadomasichism, blood kink, slut shaming, wax play, smoking, size kink, a bit oc-ish reader, evil shit idk yawl.

notes:: im gonna be honest i almost passed out writing this and at one point my motha came to ask if i was okay 😓😩😩 pls enjoy also heres a lil spotify playlist that was fun to listen to while writing. pls do ignore typos.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, carved red lips always quirked into a small smirk and a sleek black purse slung in her inner elbow. she seems almost too sinful to be a worshipper, could be lucifer himself, he thinks. toji was intrigued. he was a bit of a desperate man himself and nothing near holy but he didn't think he could've stooped this low. hell was hot, he'd been told once but now he's felt it for himself.

the first time Toji saw you, for perspective, was one Palm Sunday. he stood lazily in the church yard, nodding his head to the old women in their broad hats and wrinkled fingers that waved him 'hello' and dragged along their grandchildren children. oh fuck, he was so tipsy. laughable really, was his decision to venture out on the occasion; careful not to miss a Sunday of worship and to keep the Sabbath holy with a drink or two. a particularly large group of young women rushed in with the tone of the church's bells, carrying palms in their hands and wearing brightly coloured floral frocks.

among them was one who always particularly stood out. it wasn't her big afro, sharp nails, deep, glossy red lips, or her expensive attire, it was something else. something Toji couldn’t quite put his finger on; he'd stare for a moment too long and her eyes would catch him, or he'd attempt to frown and divert his attention but quickly was next to him. though he never heard you speak, it was almost as if you kept him here like a ball and chain was tied around his ankle and a whip was keeping his 'behavior' in check.

sucking his teeth, Toji sauntered near the side of the church to avoid the women who would approach him with their kids in attempts to find a good Christian man for lack of one who left them with a mistake. fiddling with his pockets, he found a cigarette. with no light in sight, his eyes swiped his surroundings in somewhat embarrassment and dragged the tip of the cig' against the rugged concrete wall behind him and took a deep breath in; holding it for a beat then let it slip through his teeth.

in a moment his eyes would slip to his peripheral and you'd be standing there like you were waiting for him to finish then, week after week he'd turn his head to study your face and you'd already be gone.

he was intrigued, almost too intrigued at the sight of a young one like you attending church every Sunday with your red lips carved into a small smirk and a sleek glossy black purse to match. his boring, pathetic little life left much to desire, and he found himself spending the only moments of his life that had meaning either working out or going to the Sunday Mass. nobody would call Toji a holy man per se and if you asked anyone outside the church yard who he was, they'd say a slut and a deadbeat. a man like him had stuffed babies into more women than you could count on one hand, and they simply rushed off wherever to find a man who had the time to give them a second thought.

a man like him had no place in the church, though that's not what his fellow churchgoers may think and neither did you. you seemed almost too sinful to be a worshipper like him. he scoffed at the thought that you were like Lucifer himself, hungry for power and deceiving. a man like him was as desperate as they come and nothing near a man of God. he wondered if he could put a baby in your tummy, a bulge under your clothing that he could ignore and relocate to a different church over; a baby that would have the congregation fawning over it and without a question as to who its father was.

he knew he was attractive, and a man like him could use the power and privilege that came with it in more ways than imaginable. so maybe, he had a mission, some meaning in his life one would say besides his nine-to-five job sitting around the bar and lookin' pretty.

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the corner of your lips curled into a small smirk, one look at Toji's eyes had him like an open book and a toy for you to mess with. you smiled when you saw him avert your all-knowing eyes and move to the church's side to smoke. something a so called 'man of God' shouldn't do. oh, he could be a man of God alright.

the blood lust radiating off your skin would give the women around you a chill though they assumed it was the cool chill of Spring. the weeks went by as you kept an eye on Toji. watching, waiting, observing, and entertaining conversation with anyone who stood near him. everyone feared you it seems, they were intimidated. a woman with fire in her eyes and sin on her breath made something in their stomachs churn uncomfortably.

the day you found out Toji had a son, one he seemed to care about more than the others, was rather interesting. the supermarket was barren that night, to your dismay as you'd rushed out looking for a meal. with no people in sight, you glided through every aisle and finally at the very last you saw Toji. he puffed on a cigarette with his right hand and held a boy, about five years old, in his left. the young boy sensed your presence, ah that reminds you, children's third eyes are still open.

Toji was busy frowning at the items on the shelf, your heels clicked loudly on the cheap tile of the grocery floor as you walked towards them. you were dressed in what one would call business attire at this late hour, but a man like Toji would assume you came from a prayer meeting.

you hummed in disinterest, "Now, now Mr. Fushiguro, is smoking anyway in which a man of God behaves?" your lips perked up a little in a small deceiving smile as you plucked the cigarette from his mouth and looked him in the eye, taking a drag.

his mouth dropped open for a half of a second before quickly closing shut and his eyes bore into yours.

"Megumi, go find a snack." Toji maintained eye catching with you as he lowered himself to set the boy, Megumi, on the ground. his voice was deep and gravely. you smiled a bit more as he rose again. he was far taller than you were but, you looked up at him and blew the smoke from your intake into his face. his brows furrowed, displeased at what in his mind was a challenge and snatched the cigarette from you.

you smiled again, "A man of God shouldn't be smoking Mr. Fushiguro, or do I need to ask you again how you should behave?"

he released an exasperated sigh, one to cover up whatever feeling was bubbling in his stomach.

your arm was now resting on the shelf as it supported half of your body weight and you peered up at him tiredly, awaiting an answer.

"Look, miss..." he faked disinterest in your name, "A man of God, does what he wants, not what ya' tell him to do."

"Keep calling me miss. A man of God should know his place," and somehow you were looking down on him despite his advantage over you in height.

"A man of God is a man who deserves nothing more than a place under my feet, like a stool." his face twisted.

"You should be a better man of God Toji, maybe then will your life find purpose."

turning on your heel, you walked out of the aisle giving the boy, Megumi a small smile. he was standing on the side of the aisle waiting for the conversation to conclude and said nothing.

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a week later, you figured Toji would be at the bar near the end of the prostitutes' street. the walk there was short and uneventful, with gorgeous women lining the sidewalks, vendors of different cannabis treats and men with bulging pockets. the women were tempting to say the least but, you stopped at a vendor to purchase a pre-rolled blunt and took a sharp inhale, blowing it playfully in the face of the half-naked woman who stood near the vendor to attract customers.

the thought of taking her home to ruin her crossed your mind but for now, your current task was ducking his head as he walked into the bar. you'd come back to the woman another time.

your eyes caught sight of Toji within a split second, sitting near the bartender on a couch surrounded by women with far more money than him. he sipped from a glass with a content and idle smile on his face, looking up at the women around him and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt to appear desirable.

it didn't take long for the women to notice your presence behind Toji's back, and they looked you up and down before moving aside. his face was twisted with confusion as you could imagine. ambling over to the couch opposite to him, you crossed your legs and stared intently his now irritated face.

"Awe, what a slut," a giggle left your mouth as his face contorted in anger and you spoke over him as he opens his lips to retort.

"Picking up women on the prostitutes' street? Times must be hard, Mr. Fushiguro." you bit back another giggle, what a nuisance you were.

"Listen, over here 'm not 'Mr. Fushiguro'," he held back a bit of anger in his tone, "Jus' call me-"

"What, a whore? a sinner?" you pressed your chin into the palm of your hand in false interest.

"Use my fuckin' name, bitch."

you perked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know your name, Toji." you gave him a teasing smile, "And... maybe, just maybe, you'd want to watch your tone with me, sweetheart."

"Or what?" he frowned down at you in the flashing red lights of the bar and snarled.

back and forth, back, and forth, they flickered in the fire of his eyes. you almost laughed out loud, rising from your seat, and standing over his irritated form. staring into his eyes, you curled your fingers around his chin, forcefully stopping the hand that rose to move yours with your other hand. bending down slightly, to blow your smoky breath to the back of his ear, you said,

"I think you know what's gonna' happen, slut."

his eyes widened barely, and he failed in regaining his composure. turning his head back to you as it was held fixed in your palm, he lost his gaze in the dancing flame igniting in your eyes. the room froze for a moment, his lips parted for a split second; it yelled an invitation at you.

you pressed a knee between his legs and pushed them apart, resting it on the cushion-y sofa he was sitting on. you released his wrist from your hand and put that hand around his neck, squeezing him with your middle finger and thumb. you stroked his face with the opposite hand now, reveling in the way he couldn't shake himself from the trance like state he was in.

you trailed a finger on his jaw, bringing it up to his mouth and tapping on his parted lips. slowly, you plunged two fingers past his lips and down his throat making him gag a little on the sharpness of your nails that scratched the back of his throat slightly. your hand squeezed tighter on his neck, pulling your fingers back out and pressing them down against his tongue as you did. you smeared the saliva on his mouth, glossing up his lips with it.

"You know, Toji, you should come find me. Maybe I'll teach you a thing or two about the real God."

you released his neck from the grip and leaned forward to press a hard, venom laced kiss against his lips. without a second thought and having thoroughly fucked over Toji, you dusted the air off you and left the bar.

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the next altercation the two of you had, was the last. Toji inevitably finding you, everyone knew your apartment; the large, sleek, black, and white condominium near the busy part of the area. it was a Tuesday evening; the church was open for confession. the priest would wait in there for anyone who wanted to confess their sins.

you were on your way back from confession, gliding out of your black vehicle, spotting Toji leaned against the white fencing of your house smoking a cigarette. your lips curled, and you stopped before him. looking up at his both stoic and annoyed face as he blew smoke out in strings between his lips. "

"Mr. Fushiguro, you should've gone to confession before coming to see me, you know."

he offered you a grunt, "You're not some kinda' fuckin' God, Miss."

you smiled smugly, "You sure? That's funny, Fushiguro."

turning on your heel, you walked up the path to your front door, letting Toji follow you if he really wanted to.

he walked past you onto the marble floors, his dress shoes clicked to a stop, and you let the door slam shut behind him.

"What? Is there something you came here for, Mr. Fushiguro?"

he sucked his teeth in a sneer, "I think ya' know the fuckin' answer. Don't act all high n' mighty now, brat."

your eyebrow quirked in interest, "Brat? That's rich coming from you, isn't it?" you looked him up and down and rolled your eyes, dismissing his presence and strolling past him and up the stairs to your bedroom.

there was a constant beat of dominance pounding in your head as you got to your bedroom, leaving the door open. you felt almost suffocated with the high of how sinister the scenarios of your head became.

stripping down slowly, from your white button up to your tight black pants. swinging around on your heel, you caught Toji staring you dead in the eye. he was standing by the door enthralled and his eyes lost. now your attention came to his clothing, peaking at every corner of his body shamelessly. he wore an expensive looking black button up shirt that was a size too small for him and paired it with some loose dress pants he must have thrown on from somewhere.

you didn't wear a fancy lingerie set under your regular clothes, but now you just stood staring at him arrogantly with your arms folded, wearing nothing but your bra and panties. Toji approached your space, cautiously and grunted in annoyance at you blatantly checking him out. he took off his dress shoes before approaching you, pressing up against your figure and looking down at you as if to present a challenge.

offering him but a teasing smile, you nicked the cigarette from his lips and padding over to the bedside table where you left it, lit a candle that was besides it. opening the drawer, you gave Toji a look over the shoulder at his curiosity and chuckled under your breath. then, you pulled out a long set of black ropes. Toji was a muscular man; broad chest, strong arms and you were quite sure he could bench press you if he wanted to. you needed a lot of rope for him.

"Toji," the man looked startled at the use of his first name, eyes widening in a scornful stare at you, "Why don't you c'mere?" you held the ropes near you and bat your eyelashes at him. he began to undress, getting the hint. first unbuttoned his black shirt; then slipping out of his dress pants and after staring at you in just his boxers for a beat, he slid off his boxers too and covered himself.

the man fought a light dust of blush forming on his permanently frowning face and swallowed his pride to walk over to you.

"Are you good at taking orders, Toji?" he dragged his tongue across his teeth and lips.

"I'll do as I please." you hummed, unphased and drawled, "Maybe you should get on the fuckin' bed for now then, hm?" his eye twitched.

following your word, he pressed himself into your plush, soft bed and situated his back against the pillows near your headboard. easily, you took him by surprise and gripped his arms, his body tensing as he let you tie loops of rope around his arms and shoulders. then, connecting it to rope that knotted around his large thighs and calves. when the ropes were wrapped around him in the way you liked, you pulled it tight, and it forced his legs to spread open and had him leaning his ass to rest back on his ankles. shoulders and arms held back to make his chest more prominent, and his cock was half hard and on full display; his balls were heavy and straining against the rope passing below his sack.

"Hm, " you crawled back from him to look at your work, he was wrapped up like a present and you sighed in content, "You're a bad man, ain't you Toji?"

"A bad... bad man n' I'm gonna' milk you for all the restraint you got, hm?" he wet his lips again, shifting on his knees, his cock was fully hard now and leaning against his abdominals, precum sticking white spots onto his belly.

"Look at you man, nice Christian man..." you pushed yourself into the soft sheets, eyeing him desperately. his nipples were hard with the cold air, and he kept licking his drying lips and his adam's apple bobbed deep.

"Nice, holy man, tied up like a little bitch, huh?" you laughed a little at him and bit your lip in innocence at his frown of annoyance.

"What? You mad? Your dick doesn't act like it though... you're fuckin' dripping." your eyes were glued to his dick. maybe it did look a little angry at you too, the tip red and if it were inside, you it'd be pulsating.

you crawled closer towards him, pulling yourself onto his muscular thighs like a seat and you played your nails at his neck and throat.

"Toji..." his yes bore into yours, "you'll address me by Ma'am. Got it?" your teasing tone caused him to scoff. "Like fuckin' hell I will bitch." Smack! a loud stinging slap cut him off and he stiffened in the position you slapped him to.

"Now you don't think you're in a position to argue, do you?" you looked down at him from your seat on his thighs, "How will you refer to me?" he stayed silent, then after a moment clicking his teeth and eyeing you from the side. "You're a fuckin' brat." another loud slap clapped and echoed through the room, tilting his head the opposite direction, and reddening another cheek.

"Are you gonna' be good, Toji?" a playful glint in your eye as he looked up at you and took in a deep breath, sucking in his cheek as you grabbed his chin to move his head around as you pleased like he was a doll.

"Yes Ma'am." oh he does look like a doll.

"That's more like it." you praised him, noting the way he keened at it and pressed a kiss on his forehead, then neck and another on his lips.

humming a little, you reached over him to the bedside table again and open the drawer, pulling out a thick, black ring for his cock. you heard the deep breath he took when he saw it; you took his cock in your hands, reveling in the way your hand almost couldn’t wrap all the way around it and pumped him a few times. you bit back a smile, his deep breathing almost dipping into a whine, was playing over and over in your head. then, you slipped the ring onto his cock, making sure it was tightly placed at the base of his cock and that your fingers lightly brushed his tip. you went back to stroking. his eyes were glued to your hands on his cock, gripping him loosely but tight enough to pleasure him. up and down the shaft and rolling the spread of your palm over his tip and dragging your finger in his slit. "Ah, God damn." he sighed deeply again, his thighs would flex under you and his hips would jut out uncomfortably.

"Hm, I don't think he'd like that, Toji," you answered back. "Fuckin'– shit, please." he kept rolling his hips into your palm, seeking more and more of the motions you were giving him.

"What is that you want, Toji?" his eyes were slightly red rimmed and had the beginning of tears collecting in the corner of it. you slowed down your palms movements and he was breathless and panting, pushing his hips up faster but could barely move with the ropes. then you quickened it again and he was close, biting his lips so hard it could draw blood and eyebrows furrowed with beads of sweating collection on his hairline.

you slowed for a second time, earning a guttural whine from the man.

"Tell me what you want, Toji, and I might consider it." you looked him dead in the eye with a knowing look. he licked his lips and huffed out a breath. "Ma'am, I– wanna', fuck– cum. Please." the first word had shot straight to your cunt. a wicked grin grew on your face, and you stopped pumping his cock completely. Lifting yourself off him, you smirked at the way his eyes burned holes into your side as you leaned to the bedside table and grabbed his cigarette from earlier, putting the end in the flame of the burning candle. leaning back, you pulled off your panties with one hand, letting Toji watch how wet you were, like strings of spit webbing on your panties. you took a drag from the cigarette and pressed two fingers up against your clit, massaging over the bud slowly and lightly then applying pressure, again and again.

you released countless breathless moans, letting the smoke rise from your lips with your head tilted back. “fuck– don’t look at me like that, Toji, you’ll get your turn. Shit, you just gotta’ patiently– Ah! Like, a good boy.” You were close, stuffing your cunt with three fingers and curling them in a beckoning motion while Toji watched you. squealing, you came hard under his desperate eyes and smiled across from him, your smiles were anything but nice to him. puffing out another cloud of smoke, you pushed the end of the cigarette against his thighs, letting him tense up and his with the way you put it out and tossed it somewhere. You crawled back into his lap and stuck the fingers that were playing with your cunt into his mouth pushing them to the back of his throat and letting him gag on them.

“If you bite me, I’ll make things worse for you, whore.” you warned him, “you understand?” his eyes were glossy now, he nodded. reaching over to the bedside table again, you grabbed the candle from earlier, putting out the flame and tilting it over his chest, he stiffened noticing where this was going. the candle had collected a lot of wax by now, and so you poured it over his muscular chest, letting it drip down as far as it could and over to his nipple. he groaned deep and angry, letting out low moans at the burning sensation, biting down on your fingers. “Fuck!” a loud strike to his cheek cut the thickness of tension in your bedroom, and you’d pulled your fingers out of his mouth with a quickness observing the way he drew blood. dropping the candle somewhere randomly, you grabbed his hair with your opposite hand and tugged, hard.

you grinned, sinful, “you really are a fuckin’ slut, huh?” his lips were pulled up in a sneer at you, “you can’t follow some instructions Toji? Is that too hard for you? Lick the blood off my fuckin fingers.” Presenting him with your fingers slightly too far away from his face and forcing him to stretch his head forward like a pet and lick at your fingers. the desperation to fuck the shit out if you swirled in his eyes, looking at you like a dog without a bone and it was like you waved the bone in front of him. paying attention to his cock again, you pressed a finger up against the prominent bump of a vein running up the center of his length, squeezing his girth then bringing your hand down to the base of his cock. you let him shift in discomfort and want for more stimulation, taking the ring off him and spreading a long lick across the entire head of his cock. he was uncut. your tongue played at the slit in its head, and you let a glob of spit drip down from your tongue onto him them sucking it back up as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. only, the tip.

“Does that feel good?” you stared up at him through your eyelashes, he throbbed in your mouth the minute you looked up at him. “Yea– oh shit, you look so fuckin’ good.” You squeezed the base of his cock and kept sucking and licking and spitting on his tip, eventually keeping a slow rhythm that kept him on the edge of coming every minute that went by. Toji’s moans were loud by nature of his deep voice, rumbling throughout the room. You felt lightheaded and groaned on his tip, he looked frustrated and teary eyed. his eyes told you to get on his cock and ride him ‘till you couldn’t feel your legs, you were becoming equally as desperate as he was.

popping your mouth off his cockhead with a loud smack and grabbed your underwear that was thrown somewhere on the bed, stuffing it in his mouth, the soiled crotch side on his tongue. You licked your drying lips and crawled over him to the bedside table once more, rubbing your thighs together for friction as you did. from the drawer, you grabbed a bottle of lube and a small, bright pink vibrator. using Toji’s thighs for stability, you reached a hand under his balls after coating your fingers in lube and prodded at the ring of muscle on his rim. you felt him tense up and clench his ass when you pushed a finger in, you both shared a knowing look and you added another, fingering him loose and scissoring your fingers in his ass looking for his prostate. Toji swallowed his moans, thinking you wouldn’t notice, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What kinda’ man of God is takin’ it up his ass every night, huh?” you smiled up at him, “And I bet you let the bitches peg you too, yeah?” he groaned behind your panties when your fingers brushed his prostate and you smiled. grabbing the vibrator, you pushed it in while slipping your fingers out and made sure it was pressed up against his prostate before putting it on the second lowest speed. God, you felt high with want and stumbled off the bed, leaving a squirming Toji on the bed with the vibrator up his ass. You reached a cupboard in your room and grabbed a bottle of red wine and a glass, sauntering onto the bed again and popping it open. you poured a glass full, some spilling out onto the sheets with your unsteadiness before tilting your head back and downing it in one go. you filled it back up again, distractedly hooking your other hand behind your back to take of your bra, wincing at the cold air hitting your nipples that were between the two barbells of your piercings. Pushing your breasts up against Toji’s muscular pecs, you pulled the panty out of his mouth and poured the glass of wine down his mouth, half of it ran down your chests, staining red and you pressed your lips against his desperately.

his arms strained against the ropes, desperately wanting to grip the back of your head, your ass, your tummy, any part of you he could get his hands on he’d grope you with his big hands. Lip-locked, you tasted the wine on each other’s tongue in a sloppy kiss, desperate to taste and feel every inch of the other’s body. “Fuck– I need you in me.”

“Put it in– Please, put it in.” he begged, you turned the vibrator up and grabbed his cock, sliding it through your sopping cunt and pushing him past your entrance, sinking down on his cock with loud moans of relief coming from both of you. he was whining and moaning so loud you didn’t think he had it in him, mumbling incoherently at the stimulation to his prostate. your feet were steady on either side of him as you sat on his cock, knees straining to keep balance as you began bouncing on his length; his girth made you desperate to feel yourself split open under him.

“Shit! Oh, fuck.” Your hands squeezed his pecs, feeling the stickiness of wine and bumpiness of hardened candle wax on his skin, gripping the rope on his chest you pulled him closer into you then dropping to her knees as she bounced to take him deeper. “Oh my fuckin’– God.” his groans were loud, almost as loud as the sickening sloppy sounds of your cunt smacking down on him. you gripped the back of his head and dropped your weight on him, feeling his hot breath on your shoulder as both your mind and his went totally blank. Your judgmental façade had already dissipated, you weren’t that great a Christian yourself, not when his dick was this good. Toji’s eyes were blurry with tears and you saw stars, sticky white cream forming in the space connecting you both as you orgasmed and felt pumps of his come fulling you. he was still hard.

using your remaining strength, you pushed yourself off him, legs wobbling as you stretched to the bedside table for another time, pressing your knee against his balls, “you wanna’ fuck the shit outta’ me, Mr. Fushiguro?” he growled at the use of formal language and grunted with a nod. Turning back to the bedside table you grabbed a knife and started cutting the ropes off him, giving him some thin cuts out of spite to hear him hiss and curse at you under his breath. Toji stretched his muscles slowly and hesitantly, watching you toss the knife aside and having realized that you will fuck him up. then, after a moment of staring at each other, breathless, hot and horny, he gripped your thighs and flipped you both over.

you yelped at his strength, feeling him drag you down on the bed to meet eyes with him again, his hair was wet with sweat and dripped down into his face. crashing his lips down onto yours and driving his cock back into you again, letting it slide in easily with his leftover cum. you attached your hands to his back, scratching his shoulders as he pummeled you below him, you were flopping around like a ragdoll and at this point you were grateful for the amount of control he’d given you before.

“Holy– shit, you’re fuckin’ me so good,” he moaned at the praise and put his head down on your shoulder, biting your skin and pricking you with small, sharp canines. his ass clenched as he fucked you into the bed to keep the vibrator in his ass and he whimpered loudly into your shoulder. his thrusts were getting sloppy, and it was hard to keep his rhythm, you just lay there crying out when his cock hit you in a good spot and your vision blacked out for a second when your tummy recoiled and snapped with another orgasm. the tight clench forced another orgasm out of Toji, and he went limp above you, crashing down besides you on the big bed, gripping you when he passed out.

you stared at the ceiling panting and gasping, you cursed softly knowing what tomorrow was going to do to you and start kicking things off the bed. Toji’s muscular arm was heavy draped over you, but you shifted slightly to push the wine, candle, ropes, knife, cigarette, and clothing off the bed. finally, you reached over to Toji, the vibrator was almost halfway out of his ass so pulling on the silicone string slowly, you tug it out of him and threw it to the floor without bothering to turn it off. then, pushing your face into the corner of his neck, you let yourself fall into a deep sleep, deeper than you’d slept at all in the past.

— masterlist

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[luveline]

hiiii jade my love light of my life i hope it’s not too late for me to talk about a thread of time! i’ve been so excited to read it and share my thoughts with you cause you know better than anyone how much i love the red string of fate thing and i couldn’t wait to see how you’d write about that <3

"No! I have delusions to attend to. Need anything while I'm out?"

and

Eddie pretends to stab himself in the eye by the front door, over and over.

i love how boyish eddie is portrayed in that! his small arguments with wayne, him hanging out with his friends <333 i loveeee boyish menacing eddie as much as i love seeing him all mature and it’s a delight to see your take on both sides of him <3

i love the way you write about the string too! how only eddie can see it at first and he tries to show it to everyone and no one sees it, but also how it’s tricky to move and live around it cause it almost has it’s own personality. i thought this was probably my favourite thing about it!

You're stripped back in one way and more beautiful all the others, bare-skinned, no makeup or glitters to hide behind. Eddie loves when you're expressing yourself but he craves how you look now, a secret he's desperate to know.

first favourite quote <3 maybe one of my all time favourites from you <3

Sure. If I'm delusional, of course it's something to do with you.

ughhhh he likes her so muchhhhh 😭😭😭😭

but then his hand dropped down rather than up, looking for something to take rather than something to hold.

this is kind of heartbreaking and infuriating but also beautifully written

Come and meet my parents," Eddie says, shoulders jumping, hands up in jazz hands, "look at my baby photos."

you have no idea how hard im fighting the urge to do a ryan-evans-in-high-school-musical joke about his little jazz hands

Wayne used to say Eddie could wear whatever he wanted, paint his face a hundred different colours, so long as he got to take a picture.

and

"I still think you should ask her for dinner. Any sense about her and she'll say yes." Eddie smiles. It's one of those things your mom says to you when you're down on your luck. Handsomest guy in the world, how could anybody say no to that face?”

I LOVE WAYNE SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND (you do)

He thinks he'd like that, to sit here and watch you, listening to one of your CDs, the string between you bouncing with each turn of a page.

can i please have that. im not above begging. such a comfortable and beautiful image and also one of my favourite scenes too.

The string must be a manifestation or those seconds, threads of time tied together that join you forever, even if you can't see them. They're there. Eddie cares about you and it makes his throat hurt to hear your unhappy sounds; you have this morosity to you that he isn't stupid enough to ignore. Everybody had something weighing them down. He needs to find a way to hold yours for you. Just for a bit, however long you need.

“just for a bit” i love him so much. i really do

It's not other people I need to convince." You retreat behind your closet door again, your voice half as clear as you confess, "I think... I've always been like this. I look in the mirror and I don't even know who I'm looking at. She doesn't feel like me."

oh. felt

Is that rejection, or is he self-absorbed?

im not sure if you meant it to be funny but i thought this was so hilarious and i really loved that line

Seventeen year olds are stupid. I thought I knew everything at seventeen and now I'm twenty three and the only thing I know for sure is that I don't know anything.

that’s sooo nothing new - taylor swift ft phoebe bridgers coded

The string whips like a ribbon in the wind before falling into the shape of a heart again, clearly pleased to have you near.

and

In fact, all it takes is the idea of you, the slightest memory of your smile, your hands, the way you tell stories to the group with your shoulders turned to him like he's there alone, and the string flinches.

see what i mean about the string having a personality of its own!!! it’s so cool and fun and magical i really loved that <3

None of it was love, you aren't in love, but Eddie thinks he could've been. He was halfway there, falling, whatever the poets might say —Eddie wants you. Wants to do stupid shit with you. He can picture everything like he has before, that first bouquet of flowers, lilies with big white petals and purple sunspots. The cellophane would crinkle in trembling hands pressed to his chest, their stems leaking dew into his hardly worn button up. He'd pass them to you with more confidence than he feels and tell you that you look pretty. You always look pretty. He's not pretty, he's barely funny, he was stupid for thinking you'd like him too. […] There were times... Eddie clutches his chest. The nausea he's feeling can't be understated. There were times when you could've been in love with him, he thinks.

THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTBREAKING AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE PART

Because he likes you. Because a string runs from his hand to yours that can't be severed. The latter feels as mythological as the former.

ouch…… felt

Eddie thinks that there's a string tied from his finger to yours to torture him as a link to something he wants, but can't have. It doesn't make much sense. Eddie Munson could have you if he asked nicely enough.

ahsbajsjenaj if he asked nicely enough!!!! same girlie

“Loser," he says, looking himself straight in the eye.

me !

Imagine buying a girl baked goods for her to reject you.

honestly? can’t even imagine rejecting someone who got me baked goods. they might be the way to my heart

Eddie wants to be cool like a rockstar who knows you want him and doesn't care, and he wants to be sweet and gentle and give you the respect you deserve, but mostly he wants to make it out of this conversation with you at his side. He's not sure how to do it, but holding your hand as you seem to want him to is a start.

i love him it’s not even funny

Eddie doesn't know if he believes in soulmates, but he believes in the hopeful colour to your voice as you say it, and the tacky skin of your cheek as he leans in for your fifth kiss, your sixth, each one better than the last. If his soulmate were going to be someone, he'd want nothing more than for it to be you.

jade. my love. i know you worked so hard on that fic and it paid off SO well. this is beautiful and young and lovely and fun and i love it and i love you. i genuinely adore how you write every character and how you write reader, i genuinely feel so seen through all of them. thank you thank you thank you for your dedication and your hard work and your beautiful writing. to read your work is a privilege and to be able to discuss it with you is an even bigger one. and being your friend is better than all of that combined. definitely something beyond privilege!! im glad fate brought us together too <3 love youuuuu 💌 - lu

hallo

first im not sure But I think some of your quotes are from the earlier versions I sent to you which is fine and doesn't matter but you're exposing me to the masses for my typos and rough draft hahaha

You know I love your commentary almost more than I love writing the fic in the first place 😭 thank you for taking the time to compile what you liked, it makes me so happy reading the stuff you picked out and your thoughts too. And we're always on the same wave!! I loved writing boyish Eddie, the string, Wayne being Wayne, so I love that you picked that stuff out 🥺 thank you for reading lu (like three whole times) I love youuuuj

#jade's asks #ily

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

hi its the ring for jeeves analysis anon sorry im so illusive can't help my mysterious nature its inexplicable, quick question: have you read any psmith??? if so thoughts on them do you hold any opinions, postulations, assumptions etc. in re: queercoding, possibly even queerer coded than jeeves series??

Mysterious Ring for Jeeves anon! Just when I thought you forever borne away on the four winds, you have returned again to the masked ball to drop your calling card (three black goose feathers and a shard of mother of pearl collected from the silver sands by the light of the season's first full moon) into the hollowed-out tree stump at the edge of the garden. I receive and understand your message, and shall await your signal directly the cock crows thrice.

Now, to answer your question, Psmith had been on my "should really get around to it" list for ages, but this ask prompted me to finally download the Psmith in the City audiobook and put it on while I was packing and now I DO have thoughts! My first thought was that I had no idea working in a bank was so much like working in hospitality, but that's a post for another day.

Short answer: yes, this is queer as hell. And it isn't even the first non-Jeeves Wodehouse book I've read that felt even more queer coded than Jeeves-- the first was Ukridge (aka It's Always Sunny in London), which I'm going to go ahead and compare and contrast with Psmith, because I feel like I'm starting to uncover a pattern in Wodehouse's POV characters that I think could lend support to queer readings of a lot of his works.

For those who aren't familiar, Ukridge is ALSO the tale of an extremely blatant self-insert character inescapably captivated by the magnetic personality of an old school friend. Corky, a starving writer who's always struggling to get his articles published in magazines and is totally not Wodehouse by a different name, is deeply irritated by the get-rich-quick schemes of his freeloader friend Ukridge. He knows Ukridge is taking advantage of him, and rarely has a positive thing to say about him, yet clearly finds something about his indefatigable spirit immensely compelling: "to me this tame subsidence into companionship with a rich aunt in Wimbledon seemed somehow an indecent, almost a tragic, end to a colourful career like that of S. F. Ukridge. [...] I should have had more faith. I should have known my Ukridge better. I should have realised that a London suburb could no more imprison that great man permanently than Elba did Napoleon."

This quotation is followed by Corky finding out that Ukridge has acquired six Pekinese dogs (which will turn out to have been pinched from his aunt) that he's planning to train for show biz, and would Corky like to invest. If you wanted to know.

The queerness is rather more unilateral in Ukridge than in Psmith, but no less glaring for that. Corky really doesn't seem to like it when Ukridge is interested in a woman, and shows little to no interest in women himself, iirc. I mean, the first time he sees Ukridge in the company of a woman he sounds almost betrayed: "Never in the course of a long and intimate acquaintance having been shown any evidence to the contrary, I had always looked on Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, my boyhood chum, as a man ruggedly indifferent to the appeal of the opposite sex. I had assumed that, like so many financial giants, he had no time for dalliance with women—other and deeper matters, I supposed, keeping that great brain permanently occupied." THIS is his reaction to Ukridge announcing that he wants to get engaged: "The thing was too cataclysmal for my mind. It overwhelmed me." GIRL.

If I had no prior familiarity with Wodehouse and I read this book, I would be asking which straight boy hurt him.

Finally, one of the Ukridge stories contains this exchange between Corky and a pugilist Ukridge has decided he's going to make a star, which I would like to present here without comment before moving on:

“You ever been in love, mister?” I was thrilled and flattered. Something in my appearance, I told myself, some nebulous something that showed me a man of sentiment and sympathy, had appealed to this man, and he was about to pour out his heart in intimate confession. I said yes, I had been in love many times. I went on to speak of love as a noble emotion of which no man need be ashamed. I spoke at length and with fervour.

Skipping merrily along, let us now come back around to Psmith in the City, starting with the primary POV character and then bringing in Psmith's relationship to him.

Mike is an even more blatant self-insert than Corky. This would have been obvious even if I didn't already know that in his young adulthood Wodehouse, owing to the fact that his father could no longer afford to send him to Oxford, had worked as a clerk at the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bank. The jokes are too precise to not be from personal experience. As Mike is our audience avatar, he's naturally the more normal, less distinctive character. Despite his relative nondistinctness, though, he's written in such a way that it's clear Wodehouse deeply identified with him. The sections where he's feeling emotions like homesickness or out-of-placeness or sympathy, for instance, are very vivid and evocative. You really feel what Mike is feeling.

Then there's Psmith, manic pixie dream boy and destroyer of bad managers. He handles every situation with a debonair smile on his face and breezy condescension in his voice, completely unflappable... except with regards to Mike. His feelings typically aren't described in as much detail as Mike's are, but it's obvious he adores him, to the point of slight codependence. He needs Mike near him to hear his thoughts on life, and nobody else will do. As much as he tries to maintain his air of blithe nonchalance at all times, real emotion slips through whenever the situation involves separating him from Mike or Mike being in danger.

When Mike is moved to the Cash Department, Psmith is immediately desolate. I love the way he's like, "but- but if you relocate Mike, then WHO pray tell will PAY ATTENTION TO ME?" and this is a genuine crisis for him. He resents the new guy just for not being Mike. Local annoyingly imperturbable gadfly inconsolable due to boybestfriend going to work in a different department than him, more at eight. Then, when Mike gets into the fight at Clapham Common, Psmith feels genuine fear as he prepares to intervene in the fight and tell Mike to make a run for it.

Another factor I feel makes the queer coding stronger here is that unlike Bertie and Jeeves, there isn't an obvious plausibly deniable reason for Psmith and Mike to always be together. Jeeves is Bertie's employee. He's an unreasonably devoted and loyal employee, but you expect a gentleman to be accompanied by his valet about town, and for the gentleman and valet to share accommodation.

Psmith and Mike are just like that. They live together because they like each other and want to. Psmith spends the whole book essentially treating Mike like his boyfriend and sugar baby, again, simply because he wants to. I mean, the novel literally opens with Psmith bringing Mike home to meet his parents, and Psmith's father later refers to Mike as the "youngster [Psmith] brought home last summer." Psmith invites Mike to go out on an excursion with him "hand in hand" not once, but twice. The end goal of all his scheming is for him and Mike to be together at Cambridge.

'I need you, Comrade Jackson,' he said, when Mike lodged a protest on finding himself bound for the stalls for the second night in succession. 'We must stick together. As my confidential secretary and adviser, your place is by my side. Who knows but that between the acts tonight I may not be seized with some luminous thought? Could I utter this to my next-door neighbour or the programme-girl? Stand by me, Comrade Jackson, or we are undone.' So Mike stood by him.

I find it very notable that despite one of the big themes of the book being Mike and Psmith feeling uncertain about the future and trying to figure out what they want to do in life, neither of them ever mentions or thinks about marriage as something they might want someday. From what I've seen it looks like that might change in later books, but it stuck out in this one. And it's not like they couldn't have! Mr Waller's daughter and her on-again-off-again fiance were at that extremely awkward dinner, and that could have prompted a thought about whether or not the prospect of engagement sounded personally appealing to either of the boys.

This book feels like a wish fulfillment fantasy in much the same way the Jeeves books do. Imagine you have a fascinating friend who, using his money and/or resourcefulness, can rescue you from your terrible job and terrible shitty apartment (or other, richer varieties of soup, if you're Bertie Wooster), freeing you to pursue the life you truly want. He's clever, and quotes all your favorite Shakespeare lines, and is intensely devoted to you (he's also kind of a weird stickler about clothes but you can put up with that). And all he asks for it is that you look at him with awed wonder and gratitude and tell him he's a genius a few times a day.

So! In conclusion, I think you could read this as romantic or queerplatonic according to your fancy, but there's certainly nothing straight about it. And loath as I am to speculate about the personal lives of people who were alive in recent memory, I'm kind of starting to have some questions about P. G. Wodehouse. But that's neither here nor there. I'm going to go read some fanfic. Thank you so much for the question, Mysterious Ring for Jeeves Anon!

#“stand by me comrade jackson or we are undone” is such a romantic fucking line i- #btw i'm hoping to resume working on the ring for jeeves analysis soon #i've finished moving and i think i've put it down long enough to look at it fresh #psmith #psmith in the city #ukridge #pg wodehouse #p. g. wodehouse #my meta #asks #long post

[ajcgames]

Placements

I had a burst of inspiration to do some work on the placeables this morning, and managed to get a big chunk of the work done.

Since I need to create some kind of end-to-end hook up for the conveyor belts, I needed something that could generate items (which will ultimately be a factory input of some kind), and also something that could consume them.

Needing two structures necessitated creating two basic placeholder models, and coming up with some reasonably robust build placement code.

The build ghost of the factory input machine

I needed to ensure that it was clear to the player when they are building something. So, for the short term I opted to just use a brightly coloured proxy object as a 'build ghost'. To help the player understand the difference between inputs and outputs, I used arrows as part of the model (I'll remove these once you place / connect up the machine eventually).

A machine that does some kind of 'work', with a slot for item input and another for its output.

Once I'd created the models, I turned my attention to the code.

The game uses a state machine to determine what logic is being run during play. So far, the running states of the game are like this:

IDLE Nothing is being done, the user can only move the camera around and look at things.

BELT The player can lay out belts using LMB, and delete existing ones using RMB. Mouse wheel also controls placement belt type when you're not 'painting' belts by clicking and dragging the mouse.

BUILD The player is placing a machine down in the level somewhere.

The latter BUILD mode is new. When you enter this mode, the game creates a build ghost of the currently selected placeable object. As the player moves the mouse, the placeable is snapped to the nearest grid cell.

Every time the build ghost position changes, I create a small coordinate map of all of the cells currently occupied by the build ghost. Every time this changes, I scan the existing placed objects in the world and see if it intersects with any. If it does, I can flag up that the space is occupied and prevent building of the object. Nice and neat.

Two placed machines - one factory input (left) and a work machine (right).

Once you click, the placeable object is created properly and added to the list of machines in the level. This list of machines is iterated over during runtime to make sure they update themselves where needed.

I was considering a whole bunch of optimisations at this stage to handle thousands of machines, but it's not really the kind of game I'm trying to make. There are easy optimisations to make even later down the line, so I'm not really fussed about this for now. I want to avoid adding additional work for the sake of it, as that usually throws me off track.

You can see in the image above how this looks like when hooked up. I still need to do some additional belt code that detects if you're adjacent to an input / output of a machine and maybe coerce it to use the appropriate belt type, but since using corners as inputs would be perfectly valid - this may be more tricky to implement than I'm thinking. I may leave this for a while.

Presently, items on the belts will just stop and stack up next to the input side of a machine because the code to handle that isn't in there yet, so let's talk about that quickly!

All aboard

Each machine can perform some work. This is highly dependent on the type of machine, of course, but there is a common factor: time.

A machine will perform a specific task which will take time. During this time, a machine may be able to fill up its input slot with incoming items. I will likely restrict the maximum number of items that a machine can hold at any time, which is part of the whole logistics management fun, so you would expect some belts to back up eventually.

Ultimately, a machine will consume an input item from its input slot, perform the necessary work, and output the resulting item on its connected output belt (if present).

I have to be careful how I implement this feature, since I want to make sure I allow for machines to only accept certain items in its input slot. That doesn't mean that a machine can only use one type of input, but it may mean that I restrict 'stacking' of items in the input slot if the machine can take all different kinds, to save having to develop a full internal inventory for each machine. Although doable, it's much more work and requires additional UI development that will simply be a headache to build (I'm not a fan of building them!).

Either way, my next steps are reasonably clear now. Finalise the 'machine' concept in code, allow machines to accept certain inputs, and add the 'perform work' code, then produce an output item to the relevant belt.

More to come soon I'm sure, but for now here's a quick video of today's developments in action!

#indie games #game development #game dev blog #gamedev

[fan-clan-fun]

heya!  i have a few fanclans (my apoc clans, as i call them) that i've been working on!

Well you have definitely waited a long time! But I will take a look at them for ya!

StoneClan A clan that lives in a tunnel system underground, the cats here often have long, spikey pelts that show in monochrome color tones and carry fur that's often seen with tabby markings.    Apprentices are often surprised by how bright the sun is when they first leave the tunnels.  StoneClan cats are mostly nocturnal, and don’t often leave their camp during the day.  They refer to the other Clans, who are more active in the day, as “Sunbathers”.  It’s considered bad luck to go hunting in the daylight, and StoneClan patrols will wait until the sun is no longer visible.   StoneClan cats take blood purity far more seriously than any other Clan.  Just about every kind of relationship outside their own clan is strictly forbidden.  There are exceptions, of course- cats are occasionally sent out to find a sire or dam, and will take all kits born back to StoneClan.  It is expected that there will be no feelings in these kinds of relationships; the cat they are having kits with is simply a tool to keep StoneClan’s genepool from becoming too small.  So long as there is no real relationship, any kit born from a non-StoneClan cat is considered to be fully StoneClan. Leader: Jaystar Deputy: Snowslip Healers: Skysplash, Cavepelt, and Quietpaw.

I love the term Sunbathers! Very fitting with their culture. Also glad that even though they are more isolationist they do make plans to ensure they dont get too inbred.

FrostClanThey’re trusting of one another, but are cold and wary towards outsiders.  They live on a dry, barren mountain with lots of tunnels and shaded areas. Their camp is located towards the highest point of the territory, and a massive tree, with a rabbit warren abandoned underneath, are where a few dens reside- the rest are located within the tree; some hollow dug-outs and ledges leading up to more hollows- most of the branches are thick enough to make a home. The cats here often have thick pelts and pale colouring. When an apprentice reaches their warrior/healer ceremony, they’re given a feather alongside their full name.  Each feather means something different, and a cat can be given anywhere from one to three feathers, although they’re usually gifted two.  Most cats weave the feathers into their chest or tail fur, but some decide to weave them into their nests instead. Leader: Ebonystar Deputy: Blizzardswipe Healers: Dawnsong, Pondleaf, and Silverfrost

Tree camps are always fun! Im curious about a bit more of their culture. Who gathers the feathers for new warriors? Are birds the clan's primary type of prey?

CloverClan The cats here often have sleek pelts that are predominantly golden and brown. CloverClan puts a lot of emphasis on cooperation and community, so skill assessments are usually based on teamwork.  Because of this, no apprentice has one single mentor.  Instead, the deputy puts together a teaching patrol and sends some warriors and apprentices off together to learn things.  Apprentices typically learn how to hunt and track on hunting patrols, how to properly set borders on border patrols, and learn fighting moves and the warrior code on teaching patrols. A group found only in CloverClan, the Council is made up of the deputy, healers, matron, and three to five senior warriors (or Councilors).  This group offers advice to the Clan leader, and holds the right to reject any decision the leader makes so long as the majority of them agree. Leader: Brightstar Deputy: Pineflake Councilors: Mistyshine, Turtle, Laurelwind, and Cicadachirp Healers: Hemlockstare and Spottedstem

I've always appreciated clans that have a council to help assist the leader, gives me very arc 1 vibes. I also love how communal Cloverclan is!

MarshClan They live in a swampy, musky area with a ground covered in thick mud, and multiple streams running throughout the territory to reach a reed-filled pond. MarshClan cats are predominantly black and brown, and most have yellow eyes. MarshClan cats are taught to value honesty from a very young age.  It’s so ingrained in their culture that, oftentimes, they may not even consider the fact that someone may be lying to them.  While this makes them fairly gullible at times, the punishments for when a lie is discovered can be quite harsh, and usually dissuade any future lies.  In some cases, a lie is considered worse than the action that was lied about, although there are obviously exceptions to this. MarshClan enjoys brawling!  It’s very common for small disputes to be settled with a wrestling match, and larger arguments have specific rules already agreed upon before fighting.  Larger ones are typically overseen by the healer, deputy, and/or leader to make sure all rules are followed and no one goes too far. Leader: Yewstar Deputy: Cricketflower Healers: Pondpetal, Waspdawn, and Frog.

Ooo lots about the clan's culture here. Very rich and interesting. With how murky and wet their territory is, Im curious where the clan bed down, where their camp is!

Last, but not least,

SeaClan In SeaClan, a kit born during a storm is seen as a very good omen, and is usually named after the storm in some way. Meals are considered to be very important in SeaClan- it’s time to spend with friends and family. All kits are taught to swim as young as possible, because SeaClan is surrounded by water.  It’s necessary to know how to swim in case of evacuation. SeaClan cats are collectors.  They like to decorate their nests and dens with pearls, shells, starfish, pebbles, and driftwood. Leader: Silentstar Deputy: Rabbitshade Healers: Frogsong, Oceanflower, and Mousenose

From context Im assuming Seaclan lives on an island, or at least a peninsula since they are surrounded by water. How does that affect heir relations with other clans? Are they more territorial?

Thank you for sending this in and again sorry about the wait! Hope some of these questions are useful to development!

#warrior cats #non-canon clans #clan culture #warriorsworldbuilding #submission

[rikasfundingassociates]

[Found Chatlog] The Hacker.

This interview originally took place on January 28th, 2023.

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The phone screen whirs to life to reveal… quite a peculiar place. Darkness creeps at the corners of your vision, and everything in the room is tinted slightly green with the night vision feature of the camera. One by one, some notable features become clear as the camera slowly adjusts to the dim light.

One- a stack of takeout boxes and bags that teeters ever so slightly to the side, but balanced with enough precision to remain standing for… who knows how long.

Two- a cat tree with various tattered felt rats and strings with bells on the end hanging from the ballasts of the fortress, obviously well used.

Three- an electric keyboard in the corner of the room, dusty with manila folders propped up where sheet music should be.

Four- a desk with two monitors and a high-backed swivel chair (what’s on the monitors is unclear, as they’re too blindingly bright to be picked up by the camera.) It’s facing away from the computer. It’s also occupied! She has picked up on the camera recording her a while ago, curiously following the lens with a catlike quirk to her lips.

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[HACKER]: what's this all about? gonna interview me or something ? :3

peepee

Cat tree…… cats

CATS !!! i luvluvluv cats

ok first of all what your pronouns

oh!!! haven't had to give them out in a while

she/her

i'm going to assume YOUR pronouns are pee/pee

I have question….. is green your favourite colour by chance

oh noooooo how could you tellllll

(yes)

hrmmmmm what was the last piece of media you watched/read/consumed

last not fav? i replayed kirby and the forgotten land recently

. . .

L L L

ur pee pee now

i said so

Favourite kirby character go!!

AHHHH IM ON A TIMER KING DEEDEE

well what is your fav media? i like. old animated movies

just any old movie ??? i have a penchant for those cringy scifi ones with special effects that you can tell aged horribly

as for the question, video game music is my jam :3

what kind of music do you listen to anon

OSTs and a bit of vocaloid mostly

. . .

i can't bear to lose the respect of someone whos pronouns are peepee....

if the world could hear you say one thing, what would you say

deez NUTSSSS

When do we get to see ur assumably there cat hMMMMM :face_with_raised_eyebrow:

i wish i could show you, but a friend is watching over him for me !!!

caught me at a bad time ... 3:

OMG I HAVE A RLLY GOOD ONE ok you remmeber that jesus guy and how he had a body and blood which were bread and wine

omg like the tibble

what would your body and blood be?

my brain hurts.... uhhhhh

ig my headphones and cat??,,

IW ANT TO SEE THE CAT

IM SORRY IM SORRRRYYYY

hold on hold on wait

i can show you a gif that he looks like

What kind of cat is it ….): at least

tabby :3

what do you do for work?

hmmmmm currently ???? im a bit between jobs

i was working at this chinese takeout place, but i had to drop that to work on the app !!! call it a passion project

part time now im delivering pizzas for this parlor down the street

. . .

AHA !!! I FOUND HIM!!!

he’s a bit bigger and more gremliny but that’s the best one i have !!!

what’s the app you’re talking about?

oh !!!! i don’t get to talk about this often yippee

i, the GREAT AND BENEVOLENT PERSON I AM, coded a whole new app for my friends and i to talk to each other !!!

a little debugging here and there, but for the most part it works pretty smoothly and i get to establish my dominion :33

What would you ………sing at Karaoke night?

CA LI FOR NIA GIRLS WE'RE UNFORGETTABLE

DAISY DUKES BIKINIS ON TOP

[ There’s a bit of pounding on the floor, which quiets her down quickly enough. ]

[ Distantly ]

sorryy...

https://tenor.com/view/maxwell-maxwell-spin-spinning-cat-maxwell-spinning-gif-27234188 Opinions on maxwell

i like the cut of his jib

he's committed many crimes

Dumb floor banger party pooper :AUGH:

i don't know what the proble, was !!! im SUCH a good singer

... i won't do it again tho

do you think anyone else will get to use it?

as much as i’d like to open it up to the public, we have a strict closed circle !! only people we trust can join :3

BEEE WHOOO YOUUU AREEEE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIDE

what are you...

one of those gay people ????

Am i

you tell me ...

who was that floor banger party pooper!!

my landlady 3:

apparently there’s ‘nighttime restrictions’ or something

sounds boring to me !!!

ALSO IF THE PUBLIC ISNT ALLOWED TO USE THE APP WHO IS.. who is this inner circle you have

i WISH we were the illuminati

just me and a couple'a buds! childhood friends

do you ever worry that someone could possibly infiltrate what you’ve made? like a leak or something?

someone breaking through MY security system? HA!

i'm a master programmer, so i'd never let that happen on my watch !!

Is that pizza place secretly a government hangout????

... id prefer not to answer this one

agent papa john? someone's caught on

take the shot

DOMINOS ALL THE WAY :rage:

... nobody tell them

i hate to break it to you

they're all in on it...

….even pizza express ): ?

nah

they're cool

Pizzas vs burgers

i’m contractually obligated to give one answer

if i don’t, i’ll be fired on the spot and blacklisted from every pizza place ever :(

… except pizza express

Im gonna go eat a burger out of spite now

TRAITOR

YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME HERE, A RANDOM FACELESS PERSON YOU'VE BARELY MET ????

Detective work is real tiring!!

i guess you deserve a break, after busting my super secret pizza agent cover…

… IS WHAT I WOULD SAY IF I WAS ACTUALLY A SUPER SECRET PIZZA AGENT

AHA!!! YOU’VE BEEN PRANKED!! BY THE NEFARIOUS -

[ There’s banging from the floor below again, along with a muffled female voice yelling back up at the hacker. ]

.... oh

guess i gotta go :(

she doesn't like all the yelling... heh

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[HACKER]: i should be getting back to my work anyways !! was nice to have some company for a bit, tho

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The hacker turns back around in her chair, and the rhythmic clicking of keys fills the room once more. With that, the phone screen shuts off.

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[kallowrites]

Android AU Character run-down: The D10s

It is SO hard to explain their differences in just words (imo) so I figured doing a little guide would help? With visuals? Basically, the ways their names are stylized are exactly to differentiate them in text but visually they vary (though not necessarily considerably hahaha)

Also don’t @ me - some of these drawings are old and ugly lmao

SO! Under the cut, here’s the boys and some lore/background about their roles:

Dio (Brando): (Referred to as just 'Dio' in most cases, as he rejects the surname)

A custom Gen-2 unit, able to be retrofitted with almost any imaginable upgrade due to his prototype status… although his code is rather unstable and prone to fluctuation. Effectively the 'main' (synthetic) Dio of the AU - He was designed to replace Diego Brando as Dario Brando's successor, but didn't take kindly to being molded to anyone's image, and ended up murdering both Brandos and the man who coded him (who only went by DOG). He's caught by the authorities, disabled, and shipped off to have his memory disc wiped clean to be resold or used for parts, but a (convenient) mis-delivery has him winding up at Miriam Amell's door. Due to a lack of proper, gradual introductions and ease into society, he's notably antisocial and lacks any sort of 'people skills', preferring extreme solutions to otherwise simple problems. He has zero issues with being blunt and stating things plainly, even if it offends the person in question, and as a result he can come off as very judgemental and pushy. Visually, he resembles Part 1 Dio Brando prior to his turn to vampirism.

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D.I.O.: (Referred to simply as 'DIO' for convenience)

A Gen-3 unit (formerly) used for police work. He was sent to pursue Miriam to safely retrieve or disable Dio (Brando) when his existence was tipped off by an anonymous source, but found himself fighting the chains of his suppression when he's treated like a person by her for the first time in his life... Even if it was initially a case of mistaken identity. He is eventually removed of his tracking chip and jailbroken by Raisa (a contact Dio made via the internet) at Miriam’s suggestion, and now possesses his free will to do as he pleases, though he willingly remains with her.

Following the events of the (shared) AU, he's had his body replaced with a much newer Gen-7 model which, among other things, has given him a newfound sense of smell (as well as many a bump into doorways). He's considerably more 'timid' than Dio (Brando), but shares his introversion with sharing personal details. Previously abused by his human partner (which leads to intimacy issues...), and holds a considerable grudge because of it. Has a strong moral compass but is particularly biased towards helping other androids achieve the same freedom he has. Probably the most empathetic & broody of the D10s, tbh.

Despite a vengeful side that rarely rears its ugly head, he’s quite reasonable and easy to get along with, even if he seems a bit detached. He’s far more acclimated to dealing people and existence itself than Dio is, partially due to his former profession/purpose. All he wants is to be treated with respect. Being very level-headed and considerate (if a bit soft-spoken), is a very large part of why Miriam is so torn between the two of them...

Visually, (especially after the bodywork) he resembles Part 3 DIO, neck scar and all, which he keeps to specifically keep himself distinct from Dio (Brando). 

(yes, im allowed to pick the cute one because he IS a sweet boy) He shares his colour scheme with Dio though (blond hair, gold eyes), nothing new there!

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EcciDiO:

Formerly a military unit, unlike many he did not turn during the revolt and survived. He was shelved when he was no longer needed and became outdated, only to be pulled off from it for some 'final use' for the government to get their money's worth out of him -- He was repurposed into a 'show-droid': An android used purely for the entertainment of others in what is essentially a professional android ring, which also doubles as a way for the government to flaunt their new androids by forcibly ""retiring"" old ones. While most androids that are left to this fate don't survive for long before being destroyed, EcciDiO ended up becoming a crowd favourite for his flamboyance and subverting the expectations and pre-determined outcome of the show. Both his design and software were updated, and he adopted the persona of 'The Grand Papillon'. Doing so well for the gov't's image, he was eventually reinstated for service as a government agent and was tasked with destroying Dio (Brando), as retrieval was deemed no longer viable after the disappearance of the previous unit sent after him -- D.I.O.. However, his zeal in his task ultimately led EcciDiO to kill Dio (Brando)'s contact, Raisa, terminated her android Ramses (another D10 unit) - both of whom were deemed 'obstacles', and almost destroy D.I.O., while severely injuring both Dio (Brando) and Miriam before he was ultimately disabled by the same man who created the D10 units in the first place (Professor Brando). Needless to say, he's quite the menace. (For the intents and purposes, any fic with him in it runs with the assumption he was repurposed and is functional again with less 'murder-happy' tendencies. Mostly.)

Also following said intents and purposes, repurposed EcciDiO is just as flamboyant as ever, but has a startling lack of understanding for anything beyond wrecking things and wrestling. In truth, he’s a borderline blank slate who has to learn everything from the beginning and is very emotionally flippant... and this process is NOT helped by one very troublesome Joestar he’s acquainted with...

(basically he’s STILL a shitpost but he’s fun and I love him and I’d love to share more but this is already so long wtf where did this bias come from??)

Visually, he has a similar build to DIO but has longer pink hair with purple roots and tips. He's very flamboyant and never dresses plainly.

(technically, this is him in an alternate costume for an idea I had - He returns to the ring of his own accord one last time to retire his former persona. I forget what he called himself, but basically he goes from the butterfly themes of ‘The Grand Papillon’ to a darker moth-related theme to show his transition from face to heel (which alludes to his freedom from gov’t control)!)

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Prototype #13: (Referred to simply as 'Thirteen' for convenience)

Not much is known about him, aside from his existence... In truth, this is because I have no idea the role he’ll play in the shared AU yet hahaha (and since it’s spoilers for both u guys AND me... I’m not about to prod Mag about it lolol)

In terms of the old, solo (potentially not canon) AU though, Thirteen essentially had EcciDiO’s role of ‘hunter’. He has zero empathy for anyone, both android and human alike, but seems to have a particular revulsion to the latter. Though he’s restrained somewhat by his control chip, he seems to enjoy the punishment when he’s somewhat defiant, and he’s earned the reputation as a ‘last resort for a lost cause’. He’s sent to eliminate Dio (Brando), no ifs, ands, or buts, because the information he contains that can be freely accessed due to a lack of encryption is deemed not worth the risk any longer.

On the side, he also has orders to terminate DIO if located, and to bring Miriam Amell to the government himself for interrogation into her motives before likely termination herself. He has no qualms with killing civilians if they obstruct his orders. -- “Compliance is preferable to defiance, unless you lack the most basic of human instinct.”

During the android revolt a decade prior, he was noted to have turned against his own fellow androids, seemingly due to a simple urge to destroy, and some wonder if he’s simply been corrupted and never diagnosed at any point, or if this was done on purpose. Thirteen plays pretend all too well and knows exactly where and how to hide information to avoid detection.

Visually, he resembles DIO quite a bit, but has dark hair with a light streak through it, and a rather torn-up arm, revealing the mechanical workings underneath. He’s also got very ominous, cold eyes...

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Ramses:

The first ‘D10′ (though he had a female counterpart) Professor Brando created, his former right-hand man who’s seen it all and been through everything over his lifetime. His status as a ‘beta’ model means his A.I. is drastically different from the run-of-the-mill D10 models that came after him, with most of his code not even being created by Professor Brando’s own hands. This was sufficient enough, however to (in Mag’s own words): “ sell the entire idea to the filthy rich conglomerate overlords.”

He is curt, polite, and rather stiff in his communication with others, coming across as rather robotic. He obeys everything Professor Brando asks of him without question, though does possess his own sentience and holds a healthy respect for him. He was given to Raisa after she was adopted by Professor Brando as a gift, and she thought of him like a brother. Ramses’ own feelings on the matter are... complicated.

He shares Professor Brando’s face, though the coincidence that his features so closely resemble that of the late Diego Brando (whom Dio (Brando’s) own features were based on), is entirely coincidental and genetic. Raisa altered Ramses appearance later on to separate him from his creator, and he now has dark skin and dark hair.

**Unfortunately due to EcciDiO’s actions while under government control, Ramses has been permanently terminated and his memory disc completely corrupted and unsalvageable, thus removing the only ‘beta’ model left in existence, much to Professor Brando’s immense grief.

(I’ve only attempted to draw him once with this updated look (and I never ended up liking how it was turning out, so it’s unfinished), so I v highly encourage you to look at Mag’s drawing of him instead:)

(Also PLEASE give love to the OG post here if u haven’t already: https://magthemage.tumblr.com/post/682429790479876096/android-au-meet-ramses-the-first-functional )

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Okay there’s two additional D10′s here, but neither of them have confirmed/updated designs I care to share pictures of so I’ll just toss a quick tl;dr: about them in case ur still interested somehow hahaha:

Dionysus - an android sex worker Miriam encounters early on. Technically the second android she meets with Dio’s face, but the circumstances under which they meet only serve to confirm to her that she’s attracted to Dio for more than just his looks. -- He has a trio of female androids that linger around him.

Despite seeming enthusiastic and complacent, Dionysus himself is rather frustrated with his situation. His ‘harem’ doesn’t seem to know any better, but his sentience is merely suppressed - his monthly reformatting does little to stop his bitter feelings from returning all the same, trapping him in a cycle and a life he can’t escape from on his own...

AuDio - a mysterious android that Miriam only knows about through the internet. He’s popular in the ‘ASMR’ world for his looks (despite hiding his face), and even more so when he starts speaking. He disappeared after some time due to some rather severe scandal involving a decidedly not safe-for-work account passing off as him is linked and makes the rounds... Despite all the interest from his fanbase, it damages his reputation with sponsors (and likely whoever owns him) to a point he simply stops posting altogether and vanishes without a trace.

Miriam comes to realize later the culprit for the scenario was her own Dio, who thought it would be ‘funny’. This ends up kicking off his own side-gig but still frustrates the hell out of her for ruining a stranger’s life on a whim.

...Though that’s not to say that fate won’t find a way, given how many of these ‘exceedingly rare’ androids she keeps crossing paths with...

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And with that, I’m p sure that covers them all! ...Unless Mag and I add more D10s, but it’s getting hard to keep track of them all as it is xD

I did not include the Professor in this because... he’s human. D10 units are the androids that look like him and that he created.

Each one still retains qualities from the “original” (as in, the source material), but to varying extents due to how they were brought up and the experiences they had. That’s the joy of sentience! You can take an android, “raise” it under the exact same conditions, and no two will come out exactly the same!

Or, in some cases... Some fare out better/worse than others. Best example would be Dio and DIO -- while DIO has (debatably, in Dio’s mind, im sure) gone through much worse treatment, he’s still come out kinder for a variety of reasons. He could have very easily gone the same route as Dio and gone out of his way to kill everyone connected to him, but he actively chooses not to, and only punishes those he feels are responsible (and hence, he has much more empathy towards other androids than Dio as well, who couldn’t care less)

BUT I DIGRESS. Hope this clears things up, at least a *little* hahaha

Also there ARE other androids in this AU besides just D10 units 8D I’m not sure how many we’ll have in total that are relevant, so I don’t think they warrant their own post... Nero is probably the most important one though!

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#5

recently i've been really obsessed with idea of darlin' and angel (romantically or platonically) cuddling

like, one day because [insert reason], darlin' has to stay over at david's house while he's away. eventually, both angel and darlin' get super tired an go to sleep.

in the middle of the night, angel is woken up by a scream from darlin's room and races to their room to see what's wrong.

once they get there, they realizes darlin' is physically ok, but they're suffering through a nightmare. they walk over to gently wake darlin' up and comfort them.

once it time for angel to leave, darlin' holds their arm and asks them to stay. angel agrees and crawls into the bed. they guide darlin's head to their chest and plays with their hair, letting darlin' cry if they need to. darlin' wraps their arms around angel and holds onto them like they're their lifeline.

just some wholesome cuddling for two characters who need it.

167 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#4

*clears throat* david has a bunch of different coloured pens and highlighters because he likes to colour code the shitttt out of his notes

170 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#3

Care To Join Me For A Dance, My Love?

Hey there! Some of you may have guessed by now that I am a sucker for royal balls. Now is the Monarchal Summit going to be a ball? Probably not. Will that stop me from writing about our favourite vampires and their partners at a ball? Fuckk no!

Anywho, already had fun writing for Darlin' at a ball once and I decided, 'hey, I'm gonna do it again.' So here is a more fluffy ball fic featuring our favourite Southern gentleman and his lovely Darlin'.

@dolls-circus and @sri-rachaa come and get your food!

Warnings: None (I know surprising for me.)

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Darlin’ was used to this. They were used to having the eyes of everyone in the room focused on them. The stares happened when their family hosted parties. They happened whenever they walked late into a pack meeting, long before they had gotten with Quinn. It was always eyes filled with judgement, scrutinizing every action and word that was either said or wasn't said.

This was different. They felt the eyes of everyone in the ball, but there was no heat behind them. Instead, their gazes had admiration, awe and wonder. Who was this person and why are they here? Darlin’ was impressed with themselves. They had managed to capture the positive attention of all the Old Bloods in attendance.

But it didn’t make it any fucking easier for them to enter the ball.

Despite the admiration they received, one thing was for sure, they were still a wolf entering vampire territory. Not just any kind of vampires, Old Blood. (Old Blood like Quinn.) These are vampires that have been alive long before their great-grandparents were born. They have seen empires rise and fall, have more knowledge than Darlin’ could ever dream of, and as much as they hate to admit it, they can beat the absolute shit out of them. They were hesitant to walk in, in fear of angering the wrong person and having to answer for it.

‘Maybe I can turn back? Tell Sam that I felt sick and didn’t wanna come? Can I atleast not stand around like a fucking idiot and move?’

Before any more doubts entered their head, a pair of kind eyes caught theirs. From across the room, atop his golden throne, William was encouraging them to enter. They can already hear his voice in their head. “It’s alright little one, you’ll be safe here.” He didn’t have to say any words to make them feel at home. His presence was enough to have them feel like tonight was going to be alright. Fun even.

Darlin’ shook any remaining doubts, held their head up high and smiled. They remembered what their mother used to say when they were old enough to understand the undeserved judgements casted upon them.

“These aunties can smell your fear, my doll. You must smile, hold your head up high and let them know that you are not afraid of their words.”

‘Well these ain't aunties, but the same advice can be used against centuries old vampires who can kill me with a bite? Right mama?’

With their mother’s words echoing in their head, Darlin’ began to descend down the stairs into the main ballroom, eyes darting from person to person in search of a certain someone. Their eyes trying to find the silver eyes that they have grown to love.

‘Finding him would be so much goddamn easier if all of these stupid masks weren’t in the way. Fucking hell, where the fuck is he?’

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Samuel Collins saw the sun set down the horizon and into the main ballroom.

They say to never look directly at the sun, but Sam decided that advice to be horsehit and glued his eyes onto his sunlight.

They look… there weren't words in the human language that could describe how beautiful Darlin’ looked walking down the stairs. Their confident stride and dazzling smile captured the eyes of everyone in the room. With every step they took, Sam heard most of the vampires' halt their breath in awe of his wolf. Had it been any other context, Sam would feel bothered, not jealous as some people would insist, with so many eyes on his Darlin’. 

But how can he blame them when Darlin’ looked as enchanting as they did? 

Somehow, a room full of vampires were put under a trance by a wolf.

His stubborn, reckless, lovely, beautiful, Darlin’ wolf.

“You know, instead of standing here with your mouth watering like a newborn, maybe you should go up to them and ask them to dance?” Vincent teased his best friend. He wore a cocky smirk to accompany his equally cocky comment. His partner lightly hit their lover on the chest and chastised him for his smart comment.

Sam turned to face the vampire prince with a smirk of his own. “Well I’m sure your partner here would love to hear about the look on your face when they walked into the room.” He couldn’t finish his description, one he so desperately wanted to tell, before Vincent slapped a hand over Sam’s mouth. Vincent stumbled over his words, trying to make a lie that he can use to maintain his pride.

Vincent’s partner covered their own mouth to muffle their laugh at sight of two normally dignified men fighting like children. “While I would love to hear about Loverboy gawking over me, you may want to help your mate Sam. It seems as though they have some unwanted attention.” The two men turn around to see an Old Blood noble talking to Darlin’. Not even a second later, Sam ran to his Darlin’ ‘safety,’ leaving behind the bemused vampire prince and his equally bemused partner.

“Oh he is so whipped for them.”

“Don’t tease him, you'd do the same for me, Loverboy.”

 Sam ran through the crowd of nobles on the dancefloor. His masked silver, determined eyes locked onto the vampire that was talking to his Darlin’. ‘Thank the Lord for vamp speed.’ He stopped right behind Darlin’, who was blissfully unaware of their mate standing behind them.

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174 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#2

hi hello don't mind me

just thinking about darlin' having the habit to hide their laugh/smile and sam hating it because he wants to see their smile

just thinking about sam holding darlin's hands when they're together so that in the event he makes them laugh or smile, they can't use their hands to cover it

just thinking about darlin' hiding their face in their neck and sam gently cupping their face and moving it so he can bask in the sunlight that is their smile

231 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Four Times David Thought of Asking + The One Time Angel Did

*faceplants* Y'all I did ittt! Hello! Welcome to this behemoth of a fic! This was just me tryna break up the angst I was writing, but then I started thinking about David and his relationship with control and how Angel had a huge part in him easing up on said control. Add a little projecting onto David and thus, this turned into five stories in one mega-fic.

Thank you sooo much to @angel-bubbles for giving me some ideas! I really couldn't do this without your input! And tagging @bittersweet--chaos because they're a doll!

Warnings: Post-Inversion feelings and Depressive episode ->(Moment #3), Suggestive themes and Mentions of sex -> (Moment #4)

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David Shaw was a man who valued control.

Every action must be premeditated and executed to perfection. Anything less would never be up to his standards. But he swears it's not a problem. If things don’t go his way, he won’t make a big deal out of it.

‘That is a fucking lie Shaw, you are the biggest control freak I’ve ever met.’

Ok, maybe he has some control issues. 

There have been times in his life when David didn’t have a say in the situation. He didn’t have a say when either of his parents died, nor did he have a say when he was named Alpha at that young age. Both life experiences had caught him off-guard and left him scared, confused and hurt. A hurt that he refuses to let himself go through again. He will not let anything else blindside him.

Well, that didn’t exactly go to plan. Something did blindside him and that was when his future mate stalked him. Before anyone says otherwise, yes he fully believes that Angel was stalking him that night. That’s not the point though.

It will always baffle him how impulsive Angel can be with certain decisions. From asking him out that fateful night to moving in with him after less than a year of dating, he will never understand how they’re able to throw caution out the damn window.

‘It’s because I trust you, Davey! I have faith that you won’t hurt me. That’s why I can be carefree around you, and I hope you feel at ease around me too.’

Whether they knew it or not, his Angel succeeded. They somehow made the Alpha of the Shaw pack, known for his stoic nature and tense shoulders, relax. It’s a big ask considering who they’re dealing with, but like always, Angel did it effortlessly. 

For once in his life, David was ok with not having control.

As he stared at the ring that adorned his finger, he realized that the moments where Angel made him let go are the reasons that they were the person he wanted to marry. He thinks back to those moments and the eventual proposal and wonders what the hell he did to deserve this. 

Perhaps it was only when he finally put down the burden that rested on his shoulders that he was able to enjoy life. 

It also helped that Angel made his life worth enjoying again.

Moment #1: They made him forget the unease of being in a car.

Over the years, David has developed some habits to cope with his unwariness in a car. His arms were stiff when holding the steering wheel, made sure his foot was hovering over the breaks, kept his eyes on the road at all times, and most importantly-

“Angel, for the millionth time, I do not want any music playing while I’m driving.”

One of the annoying things about David is that he refuses to let music play in the car while driving. He claims that he doesn’t want to be distracted on the road, but the pack notices the way his eyes glaze over and his voice slightly cracking. He would never say the full reason, but it would take a real dumbass to not figure that out.

“But Davey! It’s way too quiet and this is a damn road trip! If you won’t talk to me, then the least you can do is let me jam out,” Angel said while pouting. They crossed their arms and puffed out their chest to show that they’re annoyed, but honestly, David thought they looked cute sitting like that. Their adorableness didn’t negate the fact that he really didn’t want music to be playing right now.

David took in a shaky breath before continuing. “Angel, I know it’s boring without any sound, but I just-” Angel cut him off, “then I won’t play anything.”

What David didn’t know is that when he started speaking, his eyes had glazed over and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. ‘Maybe he was remembering something bad?’ Angel thought. They didn’t know. What they do know was that David needed this. And who were they to deny their boyfriend something he needs.

One thing about Angel that he loves was their ability to know when to push and when to stop. Of course, it has been a learning process for them both. But they were learning each other’s boundaries. And they were learning together.

“Thank you, Angel,” David sighed out, before focusing on the road again. 

A few moments went by before Angel started humming a tune, one that David was familiar with. He let out a groan and if he wasn’t driving, he would have banged his head against the steering wheel. 

“Oh, I’m sorry if the humming is bothering you. It’s just that it's a song that’s been in my brain and I have to hum it so it gets out, but I totally understand if you need me to stop and,” Angel kept on rambling and apologizing. The longer they were explaining themselves, the more out of breath they became.

David let one hand go on the steering wheel and held his Angel’s hand. “Look at me Angel, you’re ok just breathe with me.” Angel looked into David’s eyes and he swears that their eyes could only be compared to the moon. Once Angel's breathing calmed down, David explained why he became annoyed with humming.

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365 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

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[yoisami]

hihi this is for your new event! this is my first time sending an “ask” , so im sorry if something is wrong.

(this is scary)

i go by derin/mika mostly.

fav character: kunigami from bllk or itadori from jjk (whichever is easier for you)

personality!!: im pretty timid , so its hard for me to interact with people im not close to. i also kinda get offended really easily. i like helping people , i also dont like talking a lot most of the time ^_^ i like reading , drawing and listening to music along with baking , doing archery and playing the piano.

date ideas : umm i dont like big crowds of people so maybe cooking/baking together or watching a movie?

i dont like loud places and people , tasteless foods , tight clothes.

im so so so sorry if i forgot something! 😔

yoisami’s first random event — request no. 6 (derin)

# COLOUR YOUR LOVE !

notes from saki: hello derin, i’m quite honoured to see that i was the one to receive ur v first ask hehe, so thank u ! btw, i chose yuji bc i’m more familiar w his character and he’s so cute !! hope u have fun reading this

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: THE COLOUR THAT BEST DESCRIBES YOU AND ITADORI YUJI’S RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE...

ROSE SHADOW COLOUR HEX CODE: #FEBECE

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა 💭: the first fall of cherry blossoms, bright-eyed and heartbeats that continue to accelerate, you and itadori share a naive kind of love. this is the kind of love that you will compare all your future loves to, because no one else would love you the same as he does. this love is refreshing like peach iced-tea, and at the same time, it’s warm like a fluffy blanket that covers your bare skin.

SO... WHY ROSE SHADOW?

i immediately thought of the colour pink when i compared you and itadori’s personalities. not sure why, but i am certain that you and itadori’s relationship is pure, where you’re both not seeking anything from each other, except for each other’s hearts. in this relationship, you will learn what it truly feels to be loved by a boy—no, scratch that, a gentleman. he’s constantly by your side; his devotion and loyalty towards you is unbreakable—itadori wouldn’t glance once at other pretty people because you outshine them. all of these things, i associate with the colour pink, hence i believe that this colour best describes you and itadori’s love.

pink (which obviously includes rose shadow) is a colour that society connects love to. considering that i have selected rose shadow for you and itadori, i can guarantee you that this love will be the best of the best. your relationship with him is something that your friends are envious of. you feel so loved that you can't really put it into words. itadori will never fail to meet your expectations of a lover—he meets them all like it’s just a click of his finger. he holds the door open for you, makes sure that he’s the one next to the road on the sidewalk, gives you fresh flowers and origami ones and kisses you like it’s the last time. you are always his number one priority—he’ll drop anything that he's doing to attend to your needs, whether it’s just something as minor as helping you reach for the bowl on a shelf. anything other men can’t do, itadori yuji can.

i can also see itadori trying out all your hobbies at the beginning of your relationship in order to find some common interests. he might not be able to make the best cookies, and might feel a little bit of shame, but you tell him you appreciate his efforts regardless (they’re still tasty!). he also seems like he would stream all the songs from your favourite artist just to choose some of the ones he likes and talk to you about them!

in terms of disputes, i know that you and itadori can work together well to resolve them. sometimes it’ll lead you thinking that it might be the end, but honestly, it’s just your own fear. itadori cares about you most, loves you most, and he’ll run to the ends of the earth to win you back.

© yoisami 2023. all images used are from pinterest. colour names are obtained from pantone.

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[serekiri]

U should rate top 5 dr yuri pairings

hii freddy, hope you're doing okay. since you've asked nicely, here are my ratings on dr yuri pairings that ive picked at the top of my head. hope you enjoy ❤💕

well ill start with the first 5 if that's fine, this is very opinionated so sorry if it may seem biased, im just going off on what i remember from the dr series (god i need to revisit the games and the franchise as well iirc, since this is just thh first, sdr2 second, udg, dr3, and then v3 final, and then ill get around to consuming some supplementary materials in a bit so yeah.) sorry for the rambling now i should get to it!

1- celesgiri. my old favourite. its really just a crackship if im being honest as they barely interacted at all, but that makes it so fun afterall, plus their colour palettes both synchronise with each other really well. like lilac lavender purple/dark purple scheme colours synchronised with black and candy red together as well? really good. i really like their designs together, and i think that they're the only detective/liar ship that matters, really.

celestia being a selfish manipulative liar that cares about no one but herself also is fine, although the shit she did do was unjustifiable (lying about the sexual assault thing for money is very fucked up id admit but i can't really hate her. sometimes we need female characters that are huge unrepetant pieces of shit, don't we..?) regardless of what she did, i found the ship interesting back then. (and i still do! even though its for siller reasons.), because of how it clicked to me at first, and how kirigiri is very distrustful and cold and aloof and often doesnt trust others and has very strained relationships with like. naegi for example, and makes paranoia-driven desicions and throws people like him under the bus for example and whatnot, and her having backstory of her being forced to be a detective because of her grandfather after her mother's death, really, and having issues with her dad and hating him as well cause of what he did. and plus! celestia pretending to be someone she's not, along with her selfish and silly dream of wanting to be a queen in a castle to her vampire butler servants is so funny. she didn't even have to sugarcoat what she wants. its nothing more than merely a childish selfish dream, but it's still something she holds in anyways. could be the fact due to the fact that she wishes that she was just as cool as her dream self is, and portrays herself as this evil, selfish tyrant who would backstab others just for one thing she selfishly desires, compared to her real self taeko, who's more quiet, reserves to herself and is sitting alone while her classmates are around and about. i feel like, they're both the kind of secretive and cagey gals?

now, for the less pretentious answer that you're probably looking for it, i shipped it so much cause i loved their designs so much and their colour palettes. their colour palettes look so so tasty. lilac lavender colours contrasted with lilac purple colours shifting to a deep dark purple with orange, contrasted with the simple dull victorian goth black with candy red eyes. its so good. i lov their hairstyles as well. they look soo pretty!! together! i shipped them cause i just wanted 2 see 2 pretty girls kiss together and i really loved their character designs and thought they were so cool back then. so! 8/10 crackship! they're so fun to draw and write about! i could write all of the scenarios for them i could muster about. been a while. i should draw and create edits about them soon. i really do miss them.

kirizono - ohhh. them. they're a good pairing, not healthy, its very toxic yuri coded, especially with sayaka being a manipulative individual who's very strategic and bases her whole identity on self destruction from an industry that's very competitive, hence her being less of a good person as she grows up as she gives herself away to an industry that eats her from the inside like a parasite. what i do like about the ship is that it's based on two, two people who are cagey for the most opposite reasons, and contrast one another. kirigiri is distrustful for reasons, like parental issues and has some secrets to hold, while sayaka is secretive due to her idol persona, maintained by her idol industry. sayaka is an hollow shell of the person she used to be, as the once lonely child who watched idols on the tv and got her ethics and morals from them, while being young an aspiring died out as she probably learned the horrors of the industry, and did so many horrible shit to keep her existence alive. also not to mention the fact that she's VERY OBSESSIVE AND FIXATIVE on the idea of keeping an strong ideal on her bandmates altogether. i mean.

do you know why she tried to kill leon and frame makoto for murder and stab him in the back for it? do you know why sayaka tried to break makoto's trust for it? it's because she bases and centers her whole life unhealthily, and MANIPULATIVELY to the fucking stage. she cannot trace her entire existence to nothing other than a stage, she has to devote her ENTIRE life to dancing dancing dancing and making an entire career out of it, she has to keep the entire song in her head going. because of the horrors she was exposed towards against HER own will. that's why she was desensitised to the horrors. thats why she has to get up on the stage to make music again. she has to make music again for the others even if it's very twisted. she has to hurt and harm and ruin others lives to make an impact.

she's not a very good person. deep down, she may be a bad person, who's refusing to help herself get better and direct her love for song in a way that doesn't trace back to the industrial capitalist machine that's numbing her slowly inside. she might be as well tearing herself to shreds and setting herself to fire as she continues this fight. maybe she's just as not good of a person as she presents herself out to be. maybe she's a misunderstood mentally ill person who had a horrible life and was not offered help when she desperately needed it the most when she was suffering. ohh my god. kirizono drives me nuts. maybe in another life, kyoko and sayaka could heal and sayaka could be a better person in another life if she was treated right, and probably raised better? her raising is just unhealthy. idk. they make me feel sick.

8.5 out of 10 i love them so much but only on sayaka's part. she makes this pairing so much interesting. sorry. the fucked up mishmash phoenix wright and jeff the killer combo of a girl x just some girl who’s very stoic and purple drives me nuts it’s crazy.

kaeangie- SO CUTE OUTSIDE OF CANON!!! angie was portrayed in a very racist, orientalist manner unfortunately by kodaka, and her portrayal of an indigenous polynesian woman was very horrid. never again. if you like completely separate it from the very racist, orientalist portrayal of her character and her indigenity and her faith as a whole, it's so much more refreshing and better as a pairing for real. i love this ship because of how fun and colourful it really is, and angie trying her very best to like maintain a cheerful environment within the killing game (as she herself is very stressed and paranoid to an extent i bet.) they would have a really good dynamic! i like the idea of angie having insomnia and crying to kaede about a very valid and reasonable concern she has (for example, her being scared that her friends might die, her having a nightmare again, etc.) and kaede coming to comfort her. its very good. also angie telling kaede about her culture and her indigenous heritage that's implied (but not in a good way due to the game's portrayal of it.) such a good ship omg. 10/10. i luv it so much.

soniakane- soniakane is so so good also. its way much better than soniaki. nanami is not even a good character. sorry. she could be better. sorry if this opinion about her makes you feel bad but i cannot get myself behind to like soniaki at all. although i really do like soniakane for example. such an interesting concept for yuri because of the dynamic of a person who lived in poverty presumably trying her very best to live 4 herself..in this fucked up loveless environment, vs princess who came from another country has to learn the perspective of a what akane has to go through, and definitely sympathising with her as she's definitely a nice person even if i dont care about sonia's character that much. such a good pairing. need to rehash my very foggy memory of the sdr2 plot, since the last time i fixated on sdr2 was at 13 years old? in 2018? i don't know. need to revisit it again.

tysm for asking, and i was very indesicive im so sorry if you were expecting an much interesting answer, it's my first ask being recieved like this. have a nice day, ill see you soon! (-:

#tenkos #hope you enjoy this predictable astronomical colossal words ask LOL i stole a bunch of terms like these from someone on twitter who i find #to be extremely cool hope u don't mind. #sa mention - #📸……