#anyways rant over. it just drives me up the wall

[chicorysaints]

i feel like i’m pretty tolerant with regard to struggles communicating, but i cannot fuckin stand when people give me partial information. like makes me want to scream every single time

#like a friend from middle school reached out to me a while back and said she needed help and i was like ‘with what?’ #and she was like ‘i’m trying to do a thing’ #‘okay. what thing?’ #‘i’m trying to send a letter’ #TO WHO!!!! i don’t want to play 20 questions - i just want to know what you want from me!!!!! #then the other day at the mission someone asked me to make a to go tray for someone else #and i’m not supposed to make to go trays for anybody unless they’re working 3rd shift #and i was like ‘is he working 3rd shift?’ and the guy who asked looked at me like i was stupid and was like ‘no?’ #and i was like ‘then no he can’t have a to go tray’ #and then someone else came through the line and said ‘hey x is meeting with his sponsor. can he have a to go tray?’ #YES!!! yes he can!!! that is a perfectly legitimate reason to miss dinner. i’m not a total hardass- i will absolutely make him a to go tray #if the first guy who asked had just told me that i would NOT have made the guy meeting with his sponsor beg to get a meal! #chatter #anyways rant over. it just drives me up the wall

[umilily]

pls keep your fingers crossed for me that after finishing this course i will never have to talk to this dude who took it with me ever again, bc otherwise i'm about to do something drastic.

#lily talks #sorry i gotta rant in the tags #i like to think that i am a pretty chill person #but this guy #is2g he drives me up the wall #he's constantly following me around like a lost puppy and won't stop messaging me #and on top of that he's decided to 'escort' me to my bus every day after our class #today i quite literally 'escaped' by power walking out of the building before he could pack up his things and follow me #but for fucks sake #i am a grown woman #if you don't leave me alone to take care of my own shit i'm gonna throw you in front of the next bus #i've told him several times now that i don't want to constantly chat with him but he keeps chewing my ear off anyway #and i don't even know what his deal is #bc as far as i know he's got a girlfriend but he still acts like he wants to marry me right this instant #like no matter what topic comes up he's got to compliment me for it somehow #and i know that this probably sounds like complaining on a high level but jesus christ #i don't want your attention #and maybe it's just me but it feels especially over the top since i basically don't know thsi guy???? #like #we've had one course together that was only about a week in total #and he's acting like that?!? #honestly it makes me really fucking uncomfortable #not in a creepy way but it's just uncalled for #and honestly if he keeps this up i don't know what do even do anymore? #like i've already told him to tone it down but he didn't #i'd just block him if he keeps doing it #but i'm worried that i'm gonna run into him on campus again and that he's gonna confront me if i did that #in conclusion #i am uncomfortable and irritated

[clownthejester]

internet communists learn basic fucking history and stop defending actual historical communist parties challenge! impossible!

#clown rambles #sorry i just got really pissed at a tiktok comments section #like i’m all there for theoretical true communism but what stalin and lenin were doing is actually fucking disgusting #some of you fucks need to sit down and read about holodomor or something #and for the love of god please stop using the hammer and sickle #anyways rant over i’m sorry #just as someone who is from a post-soviet country some of you western communists drive me up the wall

[i-starcreamed]

MIRAGE X READER

hii rotb has made me fall in love with...a lot more transformers now. This is just a silly idea I had, kinda lame but idc. Being cringe and free now. Anyways, planning to make this a small series maybe? Mirage lovers where are you?? Could eventually make this a mirage x reader x Noah, love them both, really. Or you know, Noah could be a third wheel, you guys decide that

[ human!gn reader summary: You have no idea how you got into this situation. First, you were trying to steal a true beauty of a car with your friend Noah to get some extra cash with Reek working behind the scenes (apparently) And now, you were in the Porche you guys were planning to steal. Mind you, it's currently driving itself.

"Holy shit!" You yelled in terror as the car careened wildly around the curve, sending both you and Noah lurching to the left side of the vehicle. You clung onto the door handle for dear life, your heart pounding in your chest as a combination of fear and adrenaline caused you to burst out into wild laughter. Noah, on the other hand, let out an ear-splitting, high-pitched scream as he death-gripped onto the steering wheel with both hands. "STOP STOP STOP!"

The radio kept picking up a certain frequency, it was static-y but still clear enough to understand it kept reaching out towards something or someone named Mirage.

After crashing several police cars, running red lights, and being tossed around the car, the silver and blue Porche entered a warehouse of some sort and literally tossed you out onto the cement. Noah groaned as he rolled on his side. You on the other hand, didn't manage to fall onto the ground and gripped onto the seat. You thought it was over but noo, all of a sudden the car decides to transform, its component parts moving and shifting into new positions. You stare in awe and fear as the walls around you warp and bend ever so slightly; the seat beneath you shifts away from you before slowly, almost hesitantly dropping you onto the ground. You stare up and after a couple seconds, the car transformed into a fucking robot. Towering several feet in front of you and Noah, you both stare up in fear. You're a bit amazed honestly, you're staring at a giant metal dude stretch and prance around the warehouse, ranting about being cooped up this entire time.

You and Noah shared a look.

"But that was cool, you guys are cool. A bit loud, ehh, but cool." The robot stood in front of you now, his gaze focused on the both of you. You froze, Noah scrambled around to pick up a metal pipe. "Woah woah woah!" The robot held his hands up. You cursed under your breath and scrambled to get behind Noah, trying to look for anything you can use as a weapon as the robot focused on Noah. You found a couple loose bolts and nuts on the ground and scooped them up in your palm.

You approached Noah's side, menacingly brandishing the tiny screws in your hand. The robot quickly put his hands in the air. "What are you gonna do, you gonna hit me?"

You both looked at eachother. Noah shifted, adjusting his stance while still holding up the pipe. "Maybe?" The robot made a noise akin to a scoff and his left arm started transforming into something else, oh god oh fuck. Before you even had time to register it, you threw a bolt at him. It hit his arm and he froze. "Hey- what?"

You were launching bolts at him, your shots greeted with a "hey, hey, hey!" each time they clanked against his frame. You kept getting closer, pushing him back further and further, surprising yourself with your own nerve. That confidence instantly disappeared when he whipped out his arm-gun, the blue light from the barrel seemed to lock onto you and Noah, like two deer in headlights. "Can you- stop throwing those things at me?!"

"woah, woah, woah-" Noah quickly put his hands up and walked up to you, standing in front of you. "Let's all calm down, alright? Alright? We good?" "Noah, what the hell is this about?" You whisper yelled.

"I dont know! Just dont get us killed" he whisper yelled back.

You huffed defiantly, you quickly took the bat from Noah's hands and tightly gripped it. You adopted a battle-ready stance, staring down the giant robot - thing? - truly unyielding. Neither of you backed down until he put the gun down, straightening up. "Okay okay, you're brave. I like that."

Your face dropped, dumbfounded. Noah reached out and firmly snatched the bat from you, his face a mask of barely-contained irritation. "what did I fucking tell you about not trying to get us killed, dude?" He hissed.

What the hell was going on.

#transformers x reader #transformers rotb #rotb x reader #rotb mirage #mirage x reader #maccadam #rise of the beasts #tf x reader #noah diaz

[undercoverpena]

voicemails

frankie morales x f!reader

do we drabble on sundays? is this what we do? well, anyway, here’s some soft sunday fluff. no warnings: except fluff and sweetness and lovely softness. dedicated to @msjarvis who didn't ask for this but I’m giving anyway.

JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW THE TWO OF YOU BEGIN LEAVING VOICE NOTES FOR ONE ANOTHER. It started one time when life took one of you away from the other—the bed you share and the walls you laugh inside of are lonely without the pair of you together. Because it all feels vaster, quieter.

Then it became a thing. A make-do measure, a thing both of you grew to need first thing in the morning and last thing at night. A habit. A tradition. The day not beginning or ending without it.

It quickly becomes a comfort, a thing that brings the both of you joy, happiness—in the same way the scent of your shampoo does for him and how when he’s alone he leans closer to your pillow because it lingers and he consumes as much of it as he can to trick himself he’s not lay in bed alone.

Your voice in the morning makes up for the fact your mug isn’t left on the side or in the sink, all used. Because he hates it when he wakes and finds it in the cupboard, where he put it last night, it rumbling through him and making his chest clench.

There’s a list of things he misses when you’re not home, and if he begins, he isn’t sure he’ll ever stop.

Frankie supposes you’ll have your own list. An itinerary of things you miss about him when he’s out of town. Sometimes you share them, let them slip out and mumble them down the phone when you’re pacing, unsure what to do when he’s not home. It makes his heart squeeze in his chest, all tight, especially when he hears you doing mundane things he usually gets to watch you do, like cook or make a drink.

It’s why he likes the voice notes. Likes being a part of your day even if he’s not there. Has the chance to listen to them on his drive or when he’s brushing his teeth—pretending, even in hotel rooms—that you’re closer than you are. Staring at your contact photo as you say those three words, I miss you.

The voice notes range in topic. Sometimes they’re about your day, about the fucker you work with that he’d love to break the nose off; sometimes they’re a ramble about your breakfast, interspersed with a minor rant about something. Odd times they’re about dinner, hearing you move things in the refrigerator before you confess you’ll order and leave him leftovers.

He has his favourites, a handful of ones he’ll listen to on days where he needs more sunshine. One is the day you tripped, again, over his toolbox. An odd choice, he knows. It beginning all high-pitched, voice tinged in venom and anger:

“Francisco Morales, if you leave your toolbox in the hallway one more time—“

Then it was doused in sweetness, absolute honey, and it wasa exhilarating to fucking listen to.

“—Oh, you washed up. Oh, baby. Well, shit—Frankie, I love you okay? Just put your damn tools away.”

But the one he has saved is one where you’ve tired, exhausted—brain having kept you awake and every noise in the house doing something to make the shadows seem more dangerous than they were. You’re babbling, eyes likely closed, voice just reeling off the things your brain is thinking—no filter, no barrier between thought and tongue.

“—and baby, even though I’ve been sleeping in your clothes, I miss you. ‘Cause you make me happy—so happy, you know that? You have to. Tell you a lot. The bed does feel super weird without you. It’s really cold, and big—like too big. I turned the thermostat up, I know, I know, I’ll turn it down. Oh, and baby, I saw sprinkles moonwalk again on the fence. I did try to record it—but, you know me, I’m clumsy, chipped my phone. Don’t be mad. Please. I know you won’t cause you’re good, kind, nice—god you makemehappy. So tired. Justwanttosleep, you know?—“

He remembers driving back through the night the following day—slipping in, quiet as a mouse. Old training came in handy as he slid out of his boots and cautiously placed his keys.

Frankie managed to miss the floorboard he needs to fix, the one that usually gives him away—and even remembered to not use the light in the bathroom. His last test had been the bed, somehow managing to get in with precision, even roll you closer without waking you.

It’s worth it, all the time away—the voice notes in between—for the life he’s able to build with you and the look he wakes to in the morning.

A thing he thinks each time.

Because you look at him like he solved every problem wrong in your world; you look at him like he makes the impossible, possible.

And, after all he’s been through, he’d been sure that ship had more than sailed. That his chance had gone, faded, slipped through his fingers like water or dust.

But here you are. Your voice filling his ear in real time, whispering a good morning, if he had a safe drive—and he’s full of gratitude all over again. As he is every time he gets to hear your voice—in person or through the phone.

an: sometimes, voice notes are just the best, right? I also love voice mails, and all voice related things.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales fanfiction #Francisco catfish morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier fanfiction

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || two

there are written parts :)

warning: mentions of parental abuse (emotional), mental breakdown, blood

her move into her new shared apartment was fairly quick, considering all her stuff were still in boxes at minghao's house.

"luckily you found a new place the same week jun is moving in with me." - minghao

"my only friend abandoned me for his boyfriend. i'm so sad." - yn

he dropped a box into her arms. "i'd have let you stay longer, you know? but luckily my friend wonwoo had a room free."

"how do you know him anyways?" - yn

"we were schoolmates from high school all the way to college. he studied computer science in university so we split up." - minghao

"so what do all your friends do now?" - yn

"seungcheol is a rapper under woozi's production label. jeonghan is a model. joshua owns a company that makes jewellery. jun is an actor, hoshi is a dancer/choreographer." - minghao

"i've met hoshi before, right?" - yn

"while he was drunk, yes. wonwoo is a gaming streamer, woozi is a music producer and co-owns an entertainment company with hoshi. mingyu is a celebrity chef. dokyeom is a florist and a theatre actor. seungkwan is a model and a show host, and vernon is a model. dino is a soloist under woozi and hoshi's company." - minghao

"ah. so you all have faces blessed by genetics... great." - yn

amid her rant, she could feel herself begin to cry. where did it all go wrong? she was just a girl who wanted to be an artist. she didn't ask to not be "pretty" according to her mother.

she was a child born to be an experiment. her parents experimented with parenting on her. she was the 1.0 -- the start but never the finish.

in her rage, she threw her phone at the wall and punched a hole in her sculpture. but before she could succumb to her pain and just cry... her phone chimed.

"well, that was weird..." he muttered to himself, but he started his stream anyways.

gam3boiftw: HE'S BACCKKKKK

wonwoono.1fan: life update!!!!!!

"you want a life update? okay. so this streaming site decided to take 30% of my earnings every stream, and my apartment's rent went up so i've been busy dealing with that. it's okay now though. seollie is still very healthy... and i may be doing a vlog when i meet up with my friends next week. that's it."

gamegamebo1: play valorant.

gam3boiftw: no he should play a relaxing game

wonwo0o0o0o: nah he should play a gacha game.

"i'll play a few rounds of valorant... then maybe cookie run kingdom if it's not too late. don't blame me if i lose because i'm rusty."

-

obviously, he won all the games he played.

fbwovbero: no move the tree left some more. align it with the train

rebveornvp: no move it to the right!

"chill i know what i'm do-"

"OH FUCK!!"

a sudden shout from the room opposite his scares the daylights out of him.

gam3boiftw: wtf was that?!?!??!

fkbnenveln: help??!??!?!

"sorry i think that was my neighbour. let me go check it out, give me a few minutes."

while shaving down the side of her wood carving, she was distracted and sliced the knife along her palm, splitting it open. deep.

"OH FUCK-" oh shit. she slapped her hands over her mouth at her outburst, smearing blood all over her face. she didn't mean to shout so loud.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god what the fuck do i do??????"

her door suddenly burst open.

"what h- oh my god are you okay?" - wonwoo

"i'm so sorry for shouting. i'm fine. i'll just go sort my hand out. go back to your stream." - yn

"the blood isn't from your nose?" - wonwoo

"why would the blood be from my nose?" - yn

"there's blood all over your face." - wonwoo

"OH MY GOD- oh shit sorry. i'll just go deal with this. i'm so sorry." - yn

she pushed past him, running to the bathroom to examine her cut. it was deep and bleeding non-stop.

"what the fuck do i do..."

"i ended my stream. let me drive you to the hospital." - wonwoo

wonwoo was standing in the doorway of the toilet.

"do you mind?" - yn

"you're injured. of course, i don't mind. safety first." - wonwoo

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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#caratsland #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo smau #seventeen headcanons #wonwoo fluff #seventeen imagines #svt fluff #wonwoo scenarios #svt x reader #dino x reader #dk x reader #hoshi x reader #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #jun x reader #svt #svt masterlist #svt smau #jeongcheol #seoksoo #soonhoon #verkwan #junhao

[starswallowingsea]

yes give me the tatsumi rant

god okay so like we know Tatsumi is Christian it's a pretty important part of his character that he is like in his first feature scout story he mentions that he wanted to wear his father's vestments but was scolded for it because they are something that you have to be serious about like this is the most obvious thing anyone would know by looking at Tatsumi.

HOWEVERRRRRR since a lot of Western fans only really think of Christianity as like. Southern Baptist/Mormonism/Jehovah's Witnesses/Extreme Catholicism and like yeahhhhhh those sects are not Great but that's not all there is to Christianity as a religion. I went to an Episcopal service a few weeks ago and it was very fascinating how different it was to the Southern Baptist youth group I attended as a child. But Tatsumi does not follow any sort of American Protestant denomination because he doesn't fucking live here. He's a religious minority in his own country holy fucking shit.

Anyway there is ample evidence within even what has been officially translated that Tatsumi is a chill guy. In the current gacha story Ushimairi pt. 2 we get to see his first interactions with Koga right after moving in and he's literally.

They're chill!!! They're chill and they get along just fine. Koga asks about if Tatsumi thinks dogs are dirty because of his religion right after this and Tatsumi explains that it was because of the historical context and that stray dogs had rabies which is a completely valid reason to not want to like. Interact with dogs, but it's completely fine now because most dogs aren't walking around with rabies!!!

He's also stated that he believes he's going to hell before and that he's accepted that fact but he still believes in God anyway (and he has a conflict of faith later on where he debates if he even still believes or not). He would not be a bigot he wants to accept everyone as they are that's literally why he had the fucking revolution at Reimei over his belief in equality. Goes insane.

Anyway I haven't read most Tatsumi stories I stated in my last post I do not actually care about him all that much because he doesn't appeal to me as a character but mischaracterization on this level drives me up the wall like we are not reading the same stories we are not playing the same game clearly.

#message in a bottle #zodiacs-labyrinth #enstars #ensemble stars #tatsumi kazehaya #i dont have more screenshots either bc i cant be assed but i went and grabbed the ones from the ox story rq #since i read that like. yesterday? so its still fresh in my mind #i think touch of a feather is when he talks to aira and is like. well. i dont know if i believe in god #dont quote me on the specifics i dont exactly remember but i'm like 80% sure its in that event #anyway i'm doing my capstone on the anthropology of space in religious spaces specifically megachurches #and i can tell you right now. tatsumi is nothing like the people who lead megachurches #tatsumi is closer to taking vows of poverty than buying a third yacht

[jarondont]

i finished the iliad.

my heart is in pieces right now. patrochilles is so cute, at least they reunite in the underworld pretty quick (i think). but hector and andromache... everyone leave me alone i'm thinking about hector

imma rant

*SCREAMS*

ACHILLES YOU'RE GREAT AND ALL BUT YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT TO HIM

YEAH YOU'RE MAD THAT HE KILLED PATROCLUS

BUT WHY'D YOU HAVE TO DRAG AROUND HIS CORPSE LIKE THAT

AND HIS FAMILY

PRIAM. “I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before- I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son.”

THAT FREAKING HURT

AND HECUBA. "dear branch in bloom, dear child I brought to birth!" MY HEART.

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON ANDROMACHE AND ASTYANAX.

--

"Her voice rang out in tears, but the wife of Hector had not heard a thing. No messenger brought the truth of how her husband made his stand outside the gates. She was weaving at her loom, deep in the high halls, working flowered braiding into a dark red folding robe. And she called her well-kempt women through the house to set a large three-legged cauldron over the fire so Hector could have his steaming hot bath when he came home from battle-poor woman, she never dreamed how far he was from bathing, struck down at Achilles' hands by blazing-eyed Athena."

--

and then later:

--

"'Astyanax! The Lord of the City, so the Trojans called him, because it was you, Hector, you and you alone

who shielded the gates and the long walls of Tray. But now by the beaked ships, far from your parents. glistening worms will Wriggle through your flesh, once the dogs have had their fill of your naked corpse- though we have such stores of clothing laid up in the halls. fine things, a joy to the eye, the work of women's hands. Now. by god, I'll burn them all, blazing to the skies!

No use to you now, they'll never shroud your body- but they will be your glory burned by the Trojan men and women in your honor!'"

--

AJKFHADLSKHFAKSDHFAKJSDHFKA

Also the insults Achilles spat as he died.

--

"Beg no more, you fawning dog- begging me by my parents! Would to god my rage, my fury would drive me now to hack your flesh away and eat you raw- such agonies you have caused me! Ransom? No man alive could keep the dog-packs off you, not if they haul in ten, twenty times that ransom and pile it here before me and promise fortunes more- no, not even if Dardan Priam should offer to weigh out your bulk in gold! Not even then will your noble mother lay you on your deathbed, mourn the son she bore ... The dogs and birds will rend you- blood and bone!"

--

THAT HURT.

anyways yeah i loved the iliad. just... homer, i have a bone to pick with you

#iliad #the iliad #hector of troy #hector #priam #hecuba #andromache #astyanax #scamandrius #achilles #homer

[fxtalitygod]

≈𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 ≈

Pairing: Broken!Husband!Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Summary: Satoru finally comes home after the "accident," but not without damage. You spend those hours in the white room with him as the days pass, waiting for his discharge...

Genre: Songfic ("The 30th" by Billie Eilish) & Angst

Warnings: Heavy Angst (little to NO comfort), MANGA SPOILERS (Bits of Hidden inventory arc to Shibuya Incident), NON-CANON (this was written before Gojo escaped), Implied episodes of amnesia, Vague implication of character death, mentions of night terrors (no desc), Depressive episodes, Gojo slightly OOC (Not entirely)

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: I truthfully had this brain rot the second I finished listening to "The 30th" by Billie Eilish. Although this song is about a car accident on a major road, I couldn't help but think of a possible outcome when and if Gojo escapes Prison Realm and how his significant other would react/handle the situation.

Anyways... my asks are still open if you want to ask questions, rant, or leave some friendly suggestions. Also, I'm opening a taglist for general posts. This doesn't mean I will close my taglist for any of the series I have (Only two), but I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested. The general taglist would include one-shots, short series, imagines, etc.

JJK Mlist•Taglist Rules•

"Sometimes you look the same

Just like you did before the accident"

You looked at him, his white hair falling over his forehead and his eyes closed, hiding his cerulean eyes. It was as if nothing had ever happened to him. It was as if the events of the "accident" had never occurred. His breathing was steady, and his skin, despite being pale, still held its color. However, when you took a second look at him, you could still see the damage that had been dealt.

He was sleeping peacefully, but not without the occasional flinch and whimper. You could tell he was visualizing whatever he had seen in those days of captivity. Even when he would wake up, despite his usual cheery nature— he looked tired, like the life within him had been drained out of his being. Maybe it was the news that was dropped onto him with little to no warning or whatever he had witnessed in the void, it may have even been a mix of both, but it was leaving him depleted of any willpower.

You heard him mumble to himself when he thought you were sleeping or when he assumed you were lost in your thoughts. You heard him blame himself for being blindsided, for allowing himself to be vulnerable in an inappropriate situation, for letting his emotions get the best of him, for overthinking the crisis at hand, for setting himself over the edge. Satoru Gojo blamed himself for everything that had transpired that day.

Yet he still managed to fool everyone into thinking he was fine and that nothing had changed because Gojo Satoru was the strongest. There was nothing Gojo Satoru could not handle.

"When you're staring into space

It's hard to believe you don't remember it

Woke up in the ambulance"

There were moments when Satoru was quiet. The man was staring at the television, the ceiling, or the wall in front of him. In moments like these, you thought he was contemplating how he ended up in the room he was currently in. Eventually, you soon learned that he wasn't thinking about anything. Satoru's only focus was on whatever object he was fixed on, nothing more.

It hurt you to watch him so broken because you knew better than anyone else, even better than Satoru, that he was nothing more than human despite his unique abilities. People seemed to forget that when they referred to him as "The Strongest," even as he lay here damaged. You had even forgotten, thinking that he would pull through quicker than you had anticipated, but you were quickly reminded how human he really was when he uttered your name and a few dreaded words.

"Y/n, how did I get here?"

"You pieced it all together on the drive

I know you don't remember calling me"

You remember getting the call, Megumi on the other end of the line. The panic you heard from him had traumatized you alone as he updated you. The conversation was quick and raspy as the teenager spoke, clearly in a hurry. You could hardly process nor understand what he was saying, but the moment you heard Satoru's voice calling out from the other end of the line, the evident desperation for you to be at his side had you jumping out of your shared bed and rushing to your car, fumbling with the keys as you turned on the ignition.

There was no hesitation as you hopped onto the scene, entering the ambulance to be with your lover as you made your way to the hospital. Shoko stood there with you as you held his hand, letting tears slip past your eyes. He spoke with you the entirety of the drive, asking if you were okay and if you needed anything, which only caused your liquid emotion to intensify. You couldn't believe he was thinking of you at a time like this, in a moment where he needed more help than you did.

It was no secret that the man was trying to process everything until his present standing. When he fully understood his predicament, he squeezed your hand tighter, apologizing continuously. For what? You did not know, but you sat there trying to reassure him. Trying to calm him down.

The man soon became drowsy, kissing your knuckles before fading into sleep.

"But I told you, even then you look so pretty

In a hospital bed"

Satoru lay there, sleeping peacefully as you held his hand. It was one of the very few times he laid there unmoving, unbothered by the night terrors that would torture his mind. His chest moved up and down methodically, and his hold on your hand was soft. Despite your own need for sleep and nourishment, you refused to leave his side in case the tables were to suddenly turn.

You admired him, his features still as striking as ever. You wondered how he was capable of looking so effortlessly handsome at a time like this, how he managed to take your breath away. Sometimes you questioned why he was restrained to this hospital bed, mainly because you didn't want to acknowledge his predicament in the first place. You wanted to believe that he was fine, but you knew better than that.

Whatever happened in his time of containment was heavily affecting him. Whether it be mental or slight physical damage, either was the reason for his current position. The moment he became aware of your presence, you could see the change, the fear before he saw you, and the relief after you held his hand.

You were glad to know he was home, but you felt distressed when you saw Satoru's state. He was vulnerable, out for the world to see. It was one of his biggest fears, but he held his facade, keeping a bright smile. He kept himself up to date, rejecting your help despite your pleas to let you assist.

In a way, you admired Satoru for the strength he was showing— it made him beautiful to you, but it also worried you. However, there wasn't much you could do but listen and wait. So you watched him, his white locks brushing his forehead and his white lashes fluttering shut as he went into another slumber. You couldn't help but let out a soft smile as you leaned over his form, brushing his bangs away to lay a kiss on his forehead.

"You're so pretty," you whispered before he could completely drift off.

You received a hum in response, telling you that he acknowledged your comment before falling asleep. You continued to stay by his side, waiting for the next time he opened his eyes before you could leave and take care of yourself a bit.

"I remember you said you were scared

And so was I"

You don't remember exactly when you decided to rest your eyes, but you do remember rousing from your sleep, seeing Satoru wide awake as he stared at the ceiling. His mouth was moving as he spoke to himself, or at least you assumed he was. After a few seconds of listening to him chatter, you soon realized he was talking to you as he thought you were still asleep.

Before he could notice your conscious state, you closed your eyes so he would continue, so he would unknowingly confide in you. There were a few strings of apologies for the things he couldn't control and a few confessions of what he witnessed, but he said one statement that almost made you snap— that nearly made you leap up and embrace him.

"Y/n, I'm scared," Satoru breathed out, a slight crack in his voice.

The hold your partner had on your hand grew a little tighter. Out of reflex, you reciprocated his grip because you were scared too. You could feel him looking at you now, but you hadn't bothered to open your eyes. In all truthfulness, he didn't care if you were awake or not anymore. As long as you weren't pitying him, he would be comfortable.

"In a stand-still on the Five, though it was unusually early traffic

Usually, I don't panic, I just wanted to be on time

When I saw the ambulances on the shoulder, I didn't even think of pulling over"

It all happened so fast.

You remembered it like it had occurred only a few seconds ago. You were driving home from a mission. You were bloody and beaten, too physically and emotionally exhausted to think about anything besides getting home. Neither came from the assignment. It was the thought of your husband that drained you. The belief of if he would ever come back.

Every night, if you weren't sent on an abroad mission, you would come home and clean up, wanting everything to be perfect for the likely scenario of Satoru coming home, at least that is what you told yourself every day. So as you sat in the line of cars, you grew impatient. You honked your horn, flipped off a few people, and even began yelling in frustration. It was unlike you to get this upset, but it was also unlikely for the traffic to be so heavy.

Eventually, you saw the flashing red lights in the distance, signaling the emergency. You thought nothing of it as you didn't even bother to figure out why the emergency vehicles were there. You drove on by without a care in the world, only focused on your one task, finally getting out of the hold. From then on, your drive home was peaceful and quiet.

Despite the calm atmosphere, you felt strange, like you had neglected to notice something. The feeling bugged you all the way home. It nipped at you as you made dinner for two. It ate at you when you fixed your bed.

“I pieced it all together late that night"

The story was all over the news, but the details were vague. There hadn't been an accident, nor were there any convictions of crime, leaving people curious. Being in the profession of jujutsu sorcery, you naturally presumed that it was complications of a curse, having also felt powerful curse energy by the time you left the scene.

Before you could engross yourself in thought, the story on the news changed to a different report, stealing your attention. You listened to the rotating news reports as you cleaned your humble abode. You hardly paid attention as you only left the television running as background noise. It made your home feel fuller, as the silence would eat at you from the inside, reminding you of your husband's capture.

As you walked around the home, you couldn't help but pause when you heard how the cameras caught a glimpse of a man pulled off the scene. They never got a glimpse of the fellow's face, but they did manage to capture one thing that caught your eye.

The pair of shoes.

At first glance, they seemed like a standard pair of dress shoes, but there was something particularly familiar about those shoes. You turned your head to the doorway seeing your lonely pair of footwear by the door, imagining the abnormally large dress shoes that would stand beside yours. Turning back to the TV, you grabbed the remote and turned up the volume to see if any details would strike you.

Unfortunately, like any good TV broadcast, they changed the topic. Feeling frustrated for wasting your time, you decided to go to bed earlier. When you made it to your room, you couldn’t help but stare at the side where your tall lover would sleep. You remembered the late-night conversations, the nights of intimate embraces, and the nights where you silently held each other.

Now you lay there alone, and despite it being warm on recent nights, you couldn’t help but feel cold.

You stared at the ceiling, reflecting on today. There were multiple things you could comment on and numerous occurrences you could list that had gone wrong, but you couldn't focus on those inconveniences. You could only think of Satoru and blame yourself for not being there despite knowing you were unaware of the crisis. It wasn't until Yaga relayed the word to you, giving you his condolences.

Closing your eyes, you tried to fall asleep, but a sudden noise woke you.

Three rings are all it took for you to begin panicking as you saw the display of Megumi's name on your phone; three buzzes told you that something happened to your husband, whether it be good or bad; three vibrations were going to make or break you in a matter of seconds.

"And I know you don't remember calling me

But I told you, even then you looked so pretty"

You sat there with him as he took the medicine Shoko had prescribed. You never thought you would see the day Satoru had to take any type of cure-all to handle an ailment. Yes, the shaman had gotten sick in the past, but never to the point where he had to use a remedy, as his reverse cursed energy was enough to have him bouncing back in no more than a day.

When you went to pick up the medication from Shoko, you initially thought it was an excuse to communicate in private. When you arrived at her office, you were surprised when she handed you the bottle of capsules. She explained how the reverse cursed energy wouldn't do much in his particular case as it was so much more than physical impairment— as a matter of fact, physical impairment was hardly the problem at hand.

Before she could go into detail, you received a phone call. Without even looking, you answered. You didn't know what to expect, you naturally assumed that it had to do with Satoru, but you could've also been wrong. Ever since your husband had been checked in to the hospital, you had neglected to go on any assignments as you were afraid of leaving Satoru by himself for anything more than a few hours. Despite knowing your position, Yaga had tried to convince you to pitch in on both your and Satoru's tasks, as things were starting to get hectic with the world's strongest sorcerer being fettered to a hospital cot. You had denied him multiple times, pulling some strings and cashing in favors you had saved up for this moment.

Eventually, the administration left you alone, rationalizing that it would be better for you to stay by Satoru's side despite their bitterness toward the idea. However, if the need were dire, you would presumably have no choice but to leave for whatever expedition they would assign you. Unfortunately for you, there wouldn't be much you could do if that occurrence were to appear.

"Y/n, where are you?" Satoru groggily asked.

The second his voice registered in your head, you were quick to check the time. You had been absent for about four hours from running errands. In a panic, you waved Shoko farewell before leaving the building. Your mind was stirring— a little disappointed with yourself for neglecting to check the time sooner.

You had left when Satoru had fallen asleep. At that time, you assumed you could vacate for a couple hours as it was one of his more peaceful resting times. The truth is, what scared you most about leaving Satoru by himself was his current vulnerability. For people out to seek vengeance against him, this was the prime time for them to do so.

"Satoru, I need you to listen to me. Do not let anybody in the room, even the doctor," you directed, the urgency in your voice too transparent to miss as you sprinted towards your car.

Before you could hear your partner's response, the line was cut off. You cursed at the poor reception and hopped in your car, practically speeding to get to the hospital. It did not take long to end up in front of the building, quickly pulling out your ID for the nurses to grant you access. Your blood was pumping, but not due to your fast pace, but rather the perturbation of if Satoru even heard your last statement.

When you made it to the room, you saw that the door was ajar. Out of fear and panic, you rushed into the room to see a nurse dropping off a meal tray, quickly walking over and retrieving it from his grasp. You could see the slight pity in his eyes as he watched you place the tray on the side table. In a way, you were embarrassed, but you justified that you had every right to be concerned; however, you couldn't inform anybody that wasn't aware of the situation and that string of events.

You looked over at the man with snow-white hair, only to see that he was fast asleep.

"Was he awake when you arrived?" You suddenly asked.

A little stunned by your spontaneous question, the nurse took a moment to answer. Maybe it was because of your current intimidating stance or that he was trying to retrace his steps, but he seemed almost hesitant to give a response, mainly afraid of giving you the wrong answer. However, once he had finished thinking about his response, he came to his deduction.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, he was asleep by the time I got here."

Letting out a deep sigh, you uttered a quick "thank you" before taking a seat. You massaged your temples, endeavoring to relieve your stress before Satoru woke up. Seeing that you were distressed, the nurse left the room with a silent goodbye as he gently closed the door.

After an hour, your spouse rose from his much-needed rest. Groaning, he looked over and almost jumped back when he laid his eyes upon you. For a moment, you thought something was lingering behind you as you turned around quickly to only be met with a couple of drapes.

"Y/n, I thought you went to visit Shoko?"

Now it was your turn to be stunned. Had you imagined the phone call from your recent stress? Had you misinterpreted the voice on the other line? Maybe it would've been a good idea to check?

Deciding to make sure you weren't losing your sanity, you pulled out your phone. Checking your call log, you noticed that you had, in fact, picked up a call, but it wasn't Satoru's number; Moreover, it was the landline from the hospital— the number you saved in your phone in case of any emergencies.

Looking up from your phone, you merely gazed at your husband. You made sure to reveal no signs of the empathy you felt for him, knowing it would only upset him. Completely burying your intrusive thoughts to be there with him.

"Is everything alright? Why are you looking at me like that?" Satoru asked suddenly.

"Yeah, everything is fine...you just look so pretty," you uttered softly, kissing the back of his hand.

"In a hospital bed

I remember you said you were scared"

Gojo Satoru was no idiot. He knew that something was going on; he wouldn't deny that. However, he would be damned if he were to grovel and feed into his own self-pity. Satoru concluded that he would serve his time until his discharge, rationalizing that it would be easier to "go with the flow" rather than fight it; moreover, he was very accepting of whatever treatments he received, taking it all with a smile on his face. As long as it meant he would get to leave sooner and if it brought you peace of mind, he would endure any medical therapy to come home. Gojo Satoru's the strongest, and nothing could make him back down.

At least that is what he told himself.

Gojo Satoru was indeed terrified at this very moment. There had only been one other time he had experienced fear as great as this, and that is when he first encountered Fushiguro Toji, a man whom he made no effort to mention if not needed. He had so much he had wished to accomplish, only to realize that there was a possibility that he would never get to live out those accomplishments, at least not from his current position— in a hospital bed within a sterilized room

However, there was still more that scared him. You. Satoru was well aware that you could take care of yourself— he knew that for a fact. What really scared him was the thought of holding you back. The shaman was cognizant of how you were putting off missions; he knew you were cashing in favors to spend more time with him. Yaga had called him one day to ask him to convince you to take a mission, but some desirous part of him decided not to tell you. He didn't know if it was because he knew your response or if it was out of his own selfishness. What he did know was that either way, you would have stayed. So would it have really mattered if he were to have mentioned it?

In the end, Satoru knew he should have told you, despite knowing how you would respond. It would've been nice to give you a choice, but he was too scared to see you go, and Satoru told you that directly. That is the reason he'd called you that day. Because he was afraid that you weren't coming back. Despite not remembering, when you made it known that he had called you, uncovered that fear all over again.

"Y/n, I'm scared," He suddenly admitted as you pulled the bottled medicine Shoko had provided earlier.

"And so was I"

"I know, Satoru," You solemnly replied.

You knew it wasn't the first time he had uttered those words, but at this moment, he told you out in the open; although it was just the two of you in the room, you could tell he felt exposed. Satoru felt helpless and vulnerable. Never in his entire life had he felt this way. Never in your whole life had you seen him so powerless.

"I am too, Satoru," you whispered, whipping a stray tear.

Before you could deny your partner, he tugged on your hand, pulling you into the cot, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and tucking your head under his chin. In a way, you felt guilty for having him comfort you, but that guilt soon faded when you felt his forehead against your crown. This was for both of you because right now, you both were fearful of what was to come.

So the two of you stayed there, lying in each other's arms. The atmosphere was far from tranquil, but as long as you were there with Satoru. As long as you could hold him, you could care less about whether the atmosphere was peaceful. However, that didn't mean thoughts didn't run rancid in your mind.

You lie awake that night, listening to Satoru's steady heartbeat as you set your ear to his chest, still having second thoughts about whether his presence was real or not. Sometimes, listening to his heartbeat, sensing his cursed energy, and watching his chest move up and down wasn't enough to convince you. There were moments you questioned if this was nothing but an illusion and that you had finally snapped.

It was all up until you felt the cold metal band around his finger did you realize that Gojo Satoru was real and that he was here with you.

Despite your relief, sometimes you couldn't help but keep your thoughts from running rancid in your mind. You couldn't help but think of the worst-case scenario. Sometimes you would ask yourself:

"What if it happened to you on a different day?"

"On a bridge where there wasn't a rail in the way?"

"Or a neighborhood street where the little kids play?"

"Or the Angeles Crest in the snow or the rain?"

"What if you weren't alone?"

"There were kids in the car"

"What if you were remote?"

"No one knows where you are"

"If you changed anything, would you not have survived?"

Yet, in the end, you would always chant this exact phrase continuously:

"You're alive"

"You're alive"

"You're alive"

Because in the end, it didn't matter if those scenarios had happened. Your significant other was here with you now. In your arms, Satoru's pulse is stable, and his breath is continuous. Nothing could end this moment, right?

"And I don't know you don't remember calling me

But I told you even then you looked so pretty"

You sat in that chair, admiring your lover as he held your hand, waiting patiently. For what? You had rather not say, as you would like to think it was just a bluff. Unfortunately, you found it true when Shoko walked into the room, shaking her head.

You held back your tears, knowing it was for the best. That is what you told yourself, but it was tearing you apart to leave your lover's side. You couldn't leave him, not when he still needed you... not when he still needed you...

Just as you were about to refuse, Yaga appeared suddenly from around the corner, giving you an all too familiar look...

Pity.

"Y/n, it's time to go," Yaga announced, attempting to approach you, only for Shoko to stop him as she whispered something in his ear.

With a nod and a slight wave, Yaga left the room, taking one last look at the scene before disappearing into the hallway. You could only let out a stuttered breath you had been holding as you turned to look at Satoru, giving him a weak smile. These next few seconds would have to be the most formidable action you would have to do...

Saying goodbye.

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

It hurt you to hear him say that because he was the one who called you to tell you that Yaga and Shoko had arrived in the first place. He informed you that they were there to take you away. You remembered his panic and frustration when you entered the room alone, managing to have the two visitors stand by for a minute.

"Nothing, you just look so pretty," you sobbed out slightly, leaning over to peck his lips, resting your forehead against his before taking your leave.

"In your hospital bed

I remember you said you were scared"

It startled you to feel his hand grab yours, the desperation behind the action as clear as day. You held back those droplets or rather streams of liquid emotion as he looked at you, practically giving you doe eyes. Satoru squeezed your hand, nearly telling you to stay a little longer, but he could only tell you how he felt.

"I'm scared, Y/n."

He sounded so broken. It was as if his memory had struck again, remembering everything before your arrival. You couldn't contain your tears anymore as they slipped out one at a time. You attempted to get ahold of yourself, but it was futile. Satoru's words had broken you in more ways than one. Why? Because you knew something he didn't know and something he would never understand.

"And so am I."

You weren't coming back.

"So am I," you blurted, walking yourself over to kiss your husband one last time.

That kiss ruined you, as you had a second mind to rebel and refuse to leave, but then you felt her hand upon your shoulder as you parted from Satoru. Sighing, you squeezed your lover's hand one last time before leaving the room. You heard him call out to you one last time. You listened as he attempted to pursue you before he was detained by Shoko, who told him to not get up, but you couldn't bear to look at him.

Because if you had...

You would have gone running back to him...

You would have ran back into that white room to be with him.

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[charmixpower]

Mythix rankings!! Kill me!!

Now let me get a complaint out of the way

THIS!!!! THE FUCKING FLOWERS!!!!

How are we going to design a mythical transformation??? Put all the girls in the same length homecoming dresses and glue a bunch of random flowers on them

Why are they're so many flowers everywhere! Why does Stella have so many flowers on her??? Why do they keep doing this to Stella???? They went really hard on the flowers for Tecna too???? You cover the fairy of technology in flowers???? For what????

Anyways I hate all the flowers!!! I hate them!!! I hate them so much!!! Why are they all covered in flowers???

Telling you all now so I don't break off into a rant about the flowers in each ranking, because god I would

Oh and all of their skirts are the exact same length, with the same collar for most of them, and only Stella has different sized boots. Because individually is above their pay grade

1) Bloom

Her wings in Mythix???? Flat out gorgeous. They look like layered flames and I love them so much, I wish they were on a better transformation in a better written season

Her dress is the least offensive to my eyes, with some mild visual interest. The arm warmers are cute. It looks so ugly in 2d but in 3d it's tolerable, that shade of blue and purple are pretty together. Over all I love her color palette and wings, and I do not see the rest of it

2) Flora

I am OBSESSED with her wings. Like they TRULY have a vibe I'd associate with the name Mythix. They look old and worn, with the holes in them, but still powerful. Like an ancient set of wings Flora got for herself, and it's such a cute visual

Flora being covered in a petal dress is lazy but easily the least egregious because she is the fairy of nature so it at least matches her personality and powers

3) Tecna

TENCA'S WINGS ARE WEIRD AGAIN!!! NOW MAKE THEM WEIRDER!!!!! I love how geometric they are they look so strange, perfect perfect perfect

Her heels are also metallic which is sufficiently weird

Tecna would literally never wear that dress however, at least it's pointy, but it's a complete flop on the weird scale. Make it weirder. Make it cyber. Make it Tecna

4) Aisha

Why is she a red head again. Well with Wow and s8 I think we know why

Anyways her wings are ready mid. They kinda look like a plant and I'm physically restraining myself from saying anymore about that. Her heels are weird in a fun way, and she has what looks like an ice skaters dress on?? I have no clue why they put Aisha in that but whatever. It's better than Flora's dress, win

5) Stella

Her wings are almost good but I hate the shape of them. The colors are gorgeous though

Anyways Stella's dress is boring and the FUCKING CORSAGE. AHHHH. I'm normal I'm normal

Anyways her dress is so fucking boring and literally for what!!! It's just orange!!!!

Her purple part under her skirt and the fabric over her boots also look like fire???? For some reason?????? Like it looks like a mix of a Bloom and Flora outfit and it drives me up the fucking wall

6) Musa

I like her corset, it looks like musical staffs

Thats it

Her wings look like moth wings, her hair is so ugly, her shoes have weird staff plant things on them, her skirt is weird and fuzzy, her hair things are weird and fuzzy

HELP HELP HELP HELP IM DYING TO DEATH

#Winx Club #Rus Chatters #Rus Liveblogs #Winx Season 6 #mythix #rus rants

[mariondeux]

hii! could i request a ritsu x gn!reader drabble where we are with him in his bed asleep together for the first time and we unconsciously rub our ass against his dick so obviously both him and uh “ritsu jr.” wake up LMAO but we’re not awake so he jacks off to get rid of his little friend (cuz he’s a gentleman and can’t possibly do us in our sleep! unless..) and then we wake up to the sounds of him moaning cuz he’s hella loud and then we offer to help since it’s our fault anyway- and ofc he gladly accepts :) some elements i’d add are lots of praising and a creampie (cuz we kinda owe it to him ~~

sorry if this was a less serious type of request and i understand if ya dont wanna write it lmao- but i just had to get this scenario out of my system omg- anyway imma stop ranting so have a good day and good luck with the series you’re currently writing!

— SYNOPSIS ; With the way you keep rubbing up against him in his sleep he doesn’t think he can continue sleeping with a hard on. As he tries to take care of the situation, you wake up and offer to help..

CW ; NSFW, Praise kink, creampie, sleepy sex, slow/gentle sex in the beginning

WORD COUNT ; 583

PAIRING ; Ritsu Sakuma x GN!Reader

A/N ; First of all anon, never call his dick "Ritsu Jr." again. /j And of course I'd write it! it's interesting and pretty detailed, so, how could I not? I hope the way it turned out was good enough for you!

Ritsu bit his lip as you rubbed against his crotch again. This hasn’t been the first time you’ve done this. You’d grind against him now and then throughout the night that he couldn’t sleep. Now, he has a painful erection. There was no way you were asleep at this point.

If this keeps going on like this, he’ll just end up fucking you in your sleep or coming dry in his pants. So, he shimmied away from your unconscious body and pulled his cock out of his pants. He wanted this over and done with, so he quickly began stroking himself, biting his lip to lower his volume. But, with his eyes staring and eye fucking your body, he hadn’t even noticed the fact that he was slowly losing himself into the pleasure. He slightly jerked his hips into his hand and his moans gradually got louder. Not loud, but just enough for you to awaken from the noises and constantly moving from behind. You blinked sleepily as you registered what was happening. “Ritsu..?” Ritsu hissed as he immediately stopped jerking himself off. “Ah.. (name), sorry I tried to be quiet..” You hummed, “No.. you’re fine, want me to help you out?” You did not know how or why he's reduced to the state he was in, but you sort of felt bad about it. Ritsu’s eyes lit up at your request, “Really?”

And before you knew it, Ritsu’s erection was deep inside of you, fucking you with languid thrusts. Tonight wasn’t really the night to rush, not when you’re both so sleepy. He was content with thrusting inside of you slowly. This was much more sensual and let him take his time enjoying the heat of your walls hugging his cock. “You’re taking me so well..” He pressed his teeth firmly against each other as he grunted. “You don’t know how crazy you drive me~” Without the adrenaline rush of being fucked into the bed, your eyelids drooped, you struggled to stay awake. You soaked in every mumble and words of praise he continued to ramble. Things were going slowly, and you were tired, but you couldn’t exactly fall asleep with the way Ritsu was still inside of you. You bucked your hips into his cock lazily, helping him out to reach his climax. “Shit.. Thank you so much for letting me– fuck… You feel so amazing..” Ritsu groaned, firmly gripping onto your hips as he felt himself getting closer. Jerking himself off earlier helped end this much quicker than you’d thought– You bit your lip as his body shifted closer to yours, a shiver crawling up your body as his warm breath met the back of your neck. “So good, so good, so good–!” He began thrusting into you shallowly, but rapidly, light slaps sounding out as he closed his eyes and elicited high-pitched moans. You were so turned on with the sounds he was making, if Ritsu gave you room to come you would just from a simple touch to your sensitive area. But this was about him and you’d do anything to help get him off. Ritsu’s hips came to a sudden stop against yours as he choked back on a moan, ejaculating right inside of you. He thrusted a few more times, pumping all of his cum right inside of you. “Sorry.. I forgot to ask if I could come inside..” He gently licked your neck, drawing a light hum from you. “No, it’s okay, you deserve it.”

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#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #smut #ensemble stars x reader smut #gender neutral reader #ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader smut

[hostess-of-horror]

I'm having so many ideas and not enough energy to do or finish any of them AAAAAAAAAAAA-

Just so that I don't just wallow in my inability to get off my ass and do this shit, I'm going to type it all down!

1. The Haunted Mansion movie (done right!)

- This one is actually based on a slew of Discord convos between me and AJ (@sneklover). It was mostly just me ranting about how God awful Disney's live action remakes are getting and what I would've done if I were to make the iconic attraction a film or t.v. show.

- I have seen the original live action Haunted Mansion movie with Eddie Murphy but not the newest one, BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS! Both are literally the same thing where the story focuses more on the Foolish Mortals than the Happy Haunts and I do not like that.

- If I were to film a Haunted Mansion movie/show, I would make it an anthology horror movie. Think Tales From The Crypt or Creepshow but with Master Gracey telling the stories behind iconic characters such as the Hatbox Ghost, Constance Hatchaway, the two Dueling Ghosts in the ballroom, etc. At some point towards the end, Master Gracey would then tell his story, of how he inherited the mansion, was cursed as the Ghost Host by the mansion itself, and how he tried in vain to lift the curse.

- I remember telling my mom about my idea and, while she loved it, did say that Disney would not like it because they want to put out a more broad demographic. "They're not catering to us," she said (paraphrased). Which makes sense, I just jokingly mentioned to AJ how Disney wouldn't hire me for stuff like this lmao.

- My Haunted Mansion would be a love letter to the Gothic Horror genre and dark humor. An old Louisiana mansion that's haunted in more ways than one, its owner an unwilling slave on the brink of insanity, and all the tales of death kept within its walls. And these tales are nothing short of harrowing, as well as hilarious!

2. Vincent Price x Self-Insert Fanart

- I love this old man so fucking much I wanna kiss him I wanna dance with him I wanna cuddle with him I wanna slowly drive him into insanity so that I can see him smile lovingly at me I wanna be the harbinger of his downfall and his eternal bride aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- 🖤🖤🖤😩🙌🥴🥴🥴

- So yeah, pretty much what it says on the tin. I was inspired by the very talented @theboarsbride for the idea and Corman's The Masque of the Red Death, starring the Handsome Devil of Horror himself Vincent Price, and wanted to make an AU.

- Masque AU where Francesca (the main character) does give in to the dark side, but of her own volition, transforming into the Red Death. The Red Death is both a Reaper and a Resurrection - a purveyor of plagues and a damsel turned demon. A Bride in Blood...

- It's basically a sort of rewrite of the original ending and now it's sorta... 🌶️spoicy🌶️ so, um.... yea. smexy monster lady x human stuffs.

- ANYWAYS...!

3. Walt Disney's The Great Mouse OC

- I've been wanting to do something with the GMD fandom for a long while now, and I think a hypothetical OC from an hypothetical sequel fanfic would be a good introduction!

- So, in a nutshell: She's a mad scientist spider who is the new secondary villain of said sequel. She has no name as of yet, but she is mute (either from an injury or is simply nonverbal), extremely passionate about her grotesque experiments, and very, very lonely. Unlike Ratigan, the Greatest Criminal Mind, she is more somewhat spontaneous, preferring the tasks of stitching her family together over anything tactic. In other words, she's the brawns while Ratigan is the brains (and brawns). Her goal in villainy is to build and destroy - to build her long lost family and to destroy all of micedom.

- While she is the one who caused the whole case, the main focus on the story is mainly the ✨tension✨ between Basil and Ratigan. In other words, opening up old wounds... by resurrecting the dead!

- Yup, Sherlock Holmes: Furry Edition is now becoming a Gothic horror story. Heavily inspired by Little Nightmares II, Jack the Ripper, and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, the sequel is a tale of murder and madness, with a bloodcurdling case and a rivalry that won't stay dead.

- In this fanfic, I interpreted that Ratigan did die in GMD and so that he could be resurrected by my OC in the sequel! I also wanted to have Fidget resurrected but AJ doesn't like to think of her lil guy dead, so... Yeah, Ratigan is the Frankenstein's Monster and Phantom of the Opera of the plot. (POTO because I thought of the sequel's climax being set during an opera)

- Meanwhile, Basil and Dawson are having a Very Bad Time, with Basil constantly being haunted by the professor and Dawson mentally reliving his days at the regiment.

- Disney will never hire me.

#my bullshit #i just. hate being unable to DO #like just DO. #and I feel like the only thing that I can do is have lil animatics in my head and just talk about them #my mind is all over the place #the Haunted Mansion #Vincent Price #roger corman #the masque of the red death #the great mouse detective #basil x ratigan #GMD OC #oc concept

[forlorn-crows]

You can't just ask me this crow, I'm so bitchy bestie-

So I'm gonna give you two I'm most bitchy about :)!

Ghoul characterized wrong? It's Rain. Oh my god. It's rain all the way, people either make him a shy little thing uwu boy or he's a massive bitch. Not even a fun bitch, like genuinely I've seen some people write him as being so snarky and nasty for literally no reason and it drives me up the walls!!!!! Like yes he can be bitchy, he's a little sharp tongued at times, but he's not? Malicious? Or cold-hearted? Honestly it's more recent I've noticed the shift towards bitchy Rain than anything else, like end of last tour coming into this one but this one especially. It frustrates me to nooo end because like, stop it, I'm putting him up on a shelf you can have him back when you learn to be nice to my babygirl.

Ghoulette? Cumulus but especially Lus when she's shipped with other ghouls. By herself she's seemingly always the mom casted character (I'm pretty sure you've heard my feelings on this already so I won't bore you with that rant today) and just sooooo bland, but when she's shipped with any of the boys (90% of the time it's Mountain specifically) it feels like she literally doesn't care about them? Feels like she's written as just tolerating their affections, its rarely ever her being actively in love with someone else.....?? I think thats why I'm so fond of the way you write her and Mountain tbh, because it actually feels like she, yknow, likes him.

Anyways

I have opinions man.

- Void

we're here to biiitch lets goooo (though i said it already, when it boils down to it, there is very little i seriously have a problem with when it comes to how we as a community write ghouls that technically dont even have fucking names lmao. its just interesting to see what irks people, and how true some of the patterns can be amongst fellow creatives)

malicious is def the word i was trying to find when speaking about dew being written as mean. look, i love mean rain as much as the next person. bc mean rain is hooot. but hes not 'mean for the sake of being mean' like i said. as a person. obviously kink and scenes are very different, i'll try to stick to speaking about character as a whole. but, i get what you mean, its like, im pretty sure he exists somewhere in the middle there?

and some others have some thoughts about the 'uwu boys' as well. and yeah, honestly? i want my ghouls to read as old as fuck hellbeasts. i dont want them reading like innocent children. and i dont want to get in a debate about agre either, bc thats a different boat, but thats part of the reason i dont read or write agre. rain is not a dainty shy innocent uwu little creature. he is strange and offputting and confident and reserved when he needs to be etc etc.

again, ive got specific stuff to go over about lus. but, i do think you bring up a good point about writing the ghoulettes in relation to the ghouls. which, as a bi woman, why dont we write different gender pairings moree????? hello????? again, different topic, not the task at hand. but i think it has to do with what you're saying here. its like there's a piece missing in their interactions. and sometimes it can get into objectification territory bc they arent fleshed out properly.

if were saying the ghouls are poly....then the GHOULS. ARE. POLY. you know what im saying?? its not just the group of 'boys' and the group of 'girls'. i want the in between too. and i'll always make a point to write more of it. thank you for being fond of my mountlus, bc i am very fond of them and their relationship.

@divine-misfortune

#ask #void

[unknownkona]

absolutely tweaking rn, so rant incoming about the horror fandom, specifically tcm lol. mostly writing this because of a post i've seen today and some recent events

content warning for triggering topics and the discussion of antis and proshippers

both antis and proshippers are two sides of the same coin, and both are driving me up the walls. antis don't know how to defend their cause and proshippers are gross. my god, when i hear the argument of "you're fine with murder but draw the line at x?" holy shit dude. and usually x are those taboo, problematic topics but the ones i'll be focusing more on are incest and necrophilia.

breaking down that argument, last time i checked, no one actually thinks murder is okay. where's the horror in horror if violence is portrayed as a good thing. it's more tolerated than incest or whatever, why? because murder can have a reason— necrophilia, sexual assault, incest, etc, cannot. do any of those reasons make it okay? absolutely not, but there's the possibility of an explanation. in the case of texas chainsaw massacre, they're doing it to survive. maybe not johnny (which is someone i'll come back to later), but they're planning to eat their victims. they could've turned to a less drastic option, yeah, but hey it's fiction. whatever's necessary for an interesting plot.

speaking of fiction, the argument of "it's fiction not reality" also sucks in its own right. fiction usually has elements we take from reality, most things we make are based off of reality somehow. again, we have the antis that harass people that enjoy villains being villains and we have proshippers that actively romanticize incest, pedophilia and shit. gotta tap the sign that says "people that enjoy villains and evil characters do not condone their actions" for antis and the sign that says "whatever you support in fiction is a reflection of who you are as a person, a person based in reality" for proshippers. besides, do any proshippers have siblings? i really hope they don't as someone who has a brother lol

and it's not that you shouldn't write anything with problematic topics, it's all about the delivery and intent. write toxic relationships, but don't act like it's a healthy couple. the post i've seen that prompted me to write this bullshit down mostly had the coffin of andy and leyley context to it and well— it's clearly written to be fucked up. does it make it good writing? depends, to me it comes off as incest written solely for the edgy shock value as of now but who knows. want a good example of problematic topics written well? go look at lolita by vladimir nabokov or something

anyway back to johnny, i've seen him being called a rapist, a necrophile, even being shipped with sissy. leave the bastard alone LMFAO. i can't deny that johnny being a rapist doesn't seem like a farfetched assumption, but at the same time, what the hell happened to boundaries? i don't care if people are into it, it's a problem when it's tossed around like canon lore and shoved into people's faces instead of treated as a private nsfw headcanon. surprise, people can enjoy horror without having their boundaries ignored just because they like horror.

getting a little petty here, but the whole necrophile drama really grinds my gears because a) it doesn't really make sense to johnny's character and b) it started because someone got the definition of necrophilia wrong. johnny's a narcissistic asshole that kills for fun— there is no power in sexually assaulting a corpse. the fun's over when a victim is no longer able to cower in fear and give any pain response. being turned on by killing people isn't necrophilia, hope this helps. even searched up on the classifications of necrophilia (insane how there's classification for that) for how they described johnny being a necrophile, and none of them fit

anyway that's basically everything, we'll see if i get pissed off enough again to rant about new dumb arguments

#tldr stop being weird #god forbid this hits the wrong audience #i've been wanting to write something like this for a while though #so uh it is what it is i guess #media literacy is dying #rant #tcm #tcsm game #tcm game #tcsm #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw massacre #horror #slashers

[strawbeerossi]

As a fellow writer - it literally drives me up the wall when people just ask for more fics (or nag about specific fics despite the creative process) instead of appreciating the fics that have already been written. The tiktok era has rotted people's brains and they think that fandom is a place where they consume content and not a group project where they contribute things they enjoy and then appreciate things other people have made in return. (So many people think that because writing fanfiction is hard, they should just give up on it and nag other people to do it for them.) Anyway - rant over. Good luck on all your future fics and on behalf of the fandom, thank you for everything you have written xoxoxo

We are both in agreement with Tiktok completely ruining the ultimate purpose of fandoms. All I see is demand after demand after demand, not only just the demands towards me but to everyone else who writes or does any other type of art. It’s as if they believe we do this because we are obligated to, not because we simply enjoy writing

Thank you so much for the kind words! And thank you for every piece of art that you’ve blessed all of us with. ❤️

#strawbeerossi chat hour

[dangermousie]

This scene was something else...

The way his face changes.

It almost pains me to swoon at just how genuinely good KSH is because I have never gotten as many crazies coming after me* as I did with his fans going insane in my inbox because I was not shipping FL with his character in Start Up (the drama itself was not bad but the watching experience was so unpleasant that it put me off anyone involved in it, actor or writer, for years) and it gave me a totally irrational but understandable aversion to the man.

(*) OK, actually probably tied with insane Gu Hye Sun fans coming after me back in BOF and similar days because I said she couldn't act.

I went from liking him a lot after Catch the Ghost to wishing never to see his name mentioned around me again after Start Up (seriously, I have never seen a kdrama bring out this level of crazy in fandom and I lived through the You're Beautiful v IRIS thing as well as Boys Over Flowers AND Moon Lovers and more.) I didn't check HCCC when it first aired in part because I am not much for romcoms but in part because just seeing his name made me twitch like someone who drank 17 espressos.

Usually, when I am that no-go on actors it's because I dislike their acting or (more rarely) they are a felon. KSH was unique in giving me the twitch reaction not for anything he's ever done but for crazies fangirling him.

BUT

2020 @dangermousie is probably watching me in disbelief at fangirling the man but without his insane fandom driving me up the wall, I got to rediscover that he's genuinely genuinely amazing. Tbh, it makes me feel just as annoyed at the crazies as I did back then if for a different reason - like your insanity almost made me miss out on an awesome drama and an awesome performance (and possibly other good performances he might have in the future) because you can't act like a semi-functional human being. I am pretty sure I was not the only one who went from "he's a solid actor" to "god noooo!" after all that lunacy which cannot possibly be a reaction any sane fan would want to evoke for the object of their obsession but what do I know.

Anyway, rant over.

#kdrama #hometown cha cha cha