#god i just. yeah. thank you. genuinely from the bottom of my heart thank you

[hella1975]

HELAL

I have a lot of stuff running through my mind rn and im in a hurry and idk if its going to make sense but oh well.

(its list anon and I have another thing to add to my 'favorite things about finding myself in Hellas circle of existence list thing)

The thing is how much your personality sinks through into your writing and blog thing.

Let me explain,

I lost internet for a few days and I just got it back and was scrolling through tumblr and noticed one of my mutuals reblog something of yours and I was like 'I havent been on the internet for like four days, I wonder what Hella has been up to.' and so I started stalking you (as one does) and like scrolling through your blog and everything and I came across the post you thinged about your hometown and about how shameful you are about your writing and that sent me into a spiral because I know the feeling and couldnt put it into words and I felt so called out.

Thats besides the point.

I had this thing to add to the list for a while and couldn't figure out how to explain it without seeming weird so Im just doing my best here.

It's like when you post things about the things that go on in your mind. I touched on this in my first list thingy with the whole 'when you post little snippets of whats going on in your mind and turn it into what I can only describe as poetyry' part. It's simular but it's not the same.

It's really easy to see someone and follow someone who is so eloquent and brilliant and hold them close to divinity and think about how untouchable they are, which seems weird because I'm on Tumblr of all places. But like when you follow your favorite authors on twitter or instagram and they seem almost inhuman. And sometimes it feels like being that talented is so unattainable because you're not them, you can't spew out flawless lines of words seemingly effortlessly and you cant come up with a plot that clever and even if you can't you can't give the story justice because you're not that good of a writer.

Even other writers on this site are like this and so...ethereal almost. I've mentioned before how a lot of other writer almost run their blog like a business and everything and you scroll through them and see people constantly sending them asks about their works and sending them fanart and people obsessing over their art and like I said it seems unattainable for your average person. Like I dont get that so maybe I'm not that good.

Then I come to your blog and you talk about situations I relate to and you don't hide your humanity and you talk about your classes in economics of all things and your home town and all your problems (while valid) are normal. You're more relatable than the other writers I follow at least.

I've mentioned in other asks ( I dont think they were list ones but they might have been idk ) that you inspire me a lot. This is why. Also the fact that you're my age (I'm 18) and your not in your 20s and you havent taken a decades worth of writing classes and you dont have a degree in literature. You're literally just person living a normal life. That's not to say other authors and writers arent just normal people but you just show it a lot more, idk.

Like reading things like taob and tbos and then going to your main blog and seeing the way you write your stuff in your mind and then going two posts down and your talking about normal things makes me think that maybe I can write something incredible too one day.

And the reason I have the ability to feel that way in relation to you and your stupid blog (affectionate) is because you let your normal personality show, not some robotic businessy- type personality.

That's not to say that I don't think your just an average person, average people can't describe things so rawly. But, like I said, you're not untouchable.

Based on what I see from you and what you show online, I really think that you have the potential to be great one day. Not that you should hold yourself and force yourself into a life you don't want, like if you don't want to be a famous writer, don't be. But I genuinely just hope that you grow up and find a career you're happy in.

More than anyone I see on the internet, you deserve to live a life that you absolutely love, no matter what that might be.

I said it before that I always feel really obsessive when I send asks like this, and I feel creepy, so if I come off that way I'm sorry. I just try to make it a point to tell people when I enjoy them as a person.

Also I have some songs that kind of remind me of you.

The first one if Vienna by Billy Joel. I think the chances of you not knowing this one is very slim because it's such as popular song right now. But it's my favorite song and it reminds me of you.

The other one is read all about it by Emili Sande (pt 3 is the best) I think this song is also pretty popular, it also might not be, idk. But it's one of those songs that not a lot of people that I show it to like. Idk why. The vocals are weird (in my opinion) but I love the lyrics.

If you already know these songs just ignore this part :)

ME WHEN LIST ANON:

#bestie beloved my best friend my rotten soldier listen let me tell you something listen listen #every time you send an ask like this i read it and then REFUSE to answer it for a while #(sorry about that) #and i just hold onto it sometimes for weeks sometimes for MONTHS #and it sort of feels like it's just you and me and it feels so special and i come back and reread it #because you make me fall a little in love with myself? not in a narcissistic way #but just in such a tender soft 'maybe things are going to be okay' way #because for how dark and messy it feels to BE me i forget that no one else sees that #and the person i fought so hard to be is someone people... like??? and admire??? to THIS extent #even if it's just one person it's such a euphoric feeling i cant explain it #please never stop sending these i mean yes you can i doubt youve got much to say anymore bc bestie youve sent an ESSAY at this point #(<- that feels like it comes across judgey but i am trying v hard to convey the adoration i have for these asks so i promise it's not LMAO) #god i just. yeah. thank you. genuinely from the bottom of my heart thank you #okay tears wiped away hair fixed eyeliner partially smudged SONG RECS #WHO THE FUCK DID YOU REC READ ALL ABOUT IT TO AND THEY DIDNT LIKE IT???? i'll hunt them for sport fr #i was OBSESSED with that song when it came out like even as a kid ive had this audio thing #where i completely hyperfixate on audios and that often includes songs (why did i never clock i had adhd) #like i remember being like 8 years old and putting 'in the ghetto' by elvis presley on loop on my barbie stereo #and my dad was like why the fuck is she listening to THAT of all things on loop SKDJHJSH #but ANYWAY THIS SONG WAS ONE OF THOSE SONGS I TOTALLY LATCHED ONTO #I PLAYED IT HUNDREDS OF TIMES GENUINELY #and omg vienna. beloved beautiful song and you saying it reminded you of me actually made me realise how ur asks make me feel #ur asks make me feel like im a girl in a song and it's just such a <33333 mf u give me butterflies #kisses u kisses u kisses u #ask

[muzzlemouths]

Psst. Just wanted to let you know that you're cool and I hope you have a really nice day today! You seem to be Goin Through It™ and I just wanted to let you know that we (your followers) like you no matter the quantity of stuff you're able to make at any given time (though we most certainly do like what you make, but that's not why most of us stay, I believe); you're very funny and have insightful opinions about writing, and you're always super nice when I stop by to say hi! Please remember to be kind to your mind and heart this upcoming Spring. I hope The Delights come into your life in leaps and bounds, and that you'll receive good news soon!!! <33

ooh...ohh.h.....th.ank you for the kind words........

#ohhhh i fought long and hard to not just. keep this in my inbox so i could stare at it for days #when i first read this my initial reaction was ''oh god is it that obvious'' #''am i like crashing and burning in real time on this blog. live on tv'' #which..FAIR YEAH LMAO #to be 100% transparent here i actually haven't been on this blog all day BECAUSE i was having a day where I was just like. #ahaha my shit Sucks and everybody's just humoring me #comparison kills and i have been stabbing myself like its the ides of march lately #and the fact that i haven't put anything new out is half because of that i'm sure #like the mindset of ''if i post nothing at all then i can't compare it to [insert other authors here]'' #WHICH IS SOOOO STUPID I KNOW I KNOW #self sabotage is my middle name its a bad habit i'm fighting daily but it's HARD #this has just turned into a Whining Session oh no #there's a reason i moved all of this to tags lmao #ANYWAY ANYWAY. GENUINELY I WANT TO SAY THANK YOU #from the bottom of my heart asks like these keep me from going over the deep end #it amazes me each and every day that so many of you choose not only to follow me but to STAY despite my general shenanigans and thinly veil #like i'll have days (like today) where i'm on the floor kicking and screaming over NOTHING and y'all just sit back and wait for me to get m #and it makes me so genuinely soft. the patience and kindness you show me #i will try my HARDEST to be kind to my mind and heart i promise. I promise. #if not for myself than for everyone out there continuously showing their support for me despite The Horrors #and I hope you're right i hope The Delights are somewhere in view soon enough #lord knows we could all use 'em #thank you again #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #edit: oh tumblr cut off like half of these paragraphs #thats probably for the best. you can just guess what i said LMAO

[noxtivagus]

hello, lune!!! sliding into your inbox bcs i felt bad if you were the only one who have done such actions. let me do the same as well!! how are you? i hope you are doing fine these days. i have read your posts and sometimes, i worry a lot about you. because, funny to say but i see myself in you. whenever i read what you have to say in your rambles, sometimes i, too, have felt the same way as you did. it pains me to see you in such state so i hope my words can somehow bring you a bit of comfort in your life (*´ω｀*)❤️ it may not be much, it may not help you even the slightest bit but that's alright. at least i tried, if it doesn't work then i'll think of another method to cheer you up and make you feel less sad. to make you feel less suffocated by your thoughts. i hope to whisk away the raining cloud in your head.

i'm glad that you have ffxiv as your coping mechanism. it's always good to have a healthy way of coping around!! i'm sure the game bought you sm comfort and i'm glad that it helped you a lot in your life. video games sure do bring joy in our lives, noh? they are indeed very special to us. i hope you aren't forcing yourself and overworking too much in school! ik that the ph school system is pretty shitty and all but always do remember to look after yourself and don't neglect your own well-being!! using fiction as an escape is good, it's alright to have some sort of distraction from suffocating thoughts. sometimes, it's alright to step down and shut ourselves from the outside world. being isolated from reality is not always a bad thing. there are times where it gets overwhelming and so suffocating so it's okay to distract yourself from it.

being trapped in your mind and binded by the past is indeed a scary thing, yk? i once have been in the same situation, even until now if i were to be honest. it's hard, sometimes you felt like you are on the edge of the steep cliff but i'm sure one day, there shall be a time where you break free from the shackles that chained you down and spread your wings and be free from those that bind you down. you are a very strong person, lune. one of the strongest i've ever met and i'm very proud of you for that.

indeed, the nostalgia you felt, the memories, and the past are the sole proof that you are alive— that you are human and you exist. that you have a mark in society. it's only natural that these mean so much to you. these experiences are part of pur nature as humans. the concept of humanity and reality is indeed confusing. sometimes, you feel your sense of those two slipping away. are we real? are we even human? what is our purpose in life? do we really have to play a role in society? is it possible to understand myself? can people understood me for who i am? is that what i can truly do? do we get an answer for these thoughts? maybe? or maybe not.

the pain you carry is the proof that you are human. you are very much alive. after all, humans cannot be called humans without the concept of pain and suffering. we feel to make us alive and pain is one of those aspect that makes us human. these emotions help us grow and after all, there is a saying that we learn from our mistakes, right? the same applies to pain and suffering. you deserve kindness that you give to others and i hope i can give you that, even the slightest bit of kindness that you gave to me. you made me feel less lonely here at tumblr— a platform where i have no idea where to start or what to do and i'm all alone because my friends don't have this site. i hope i could return the kindness and warmth you gave me one day. humans often get lost and confused, there are times where we get sidetracked. times where we just stop at our tracks and be stuck in one point in life but nonetheless, that's part as our traits as humans.

you are pretty young, lune. it makes me funny to say this as we are both practically in the same age range but!! you should enjoy your life to the fullest. do the things you love and the things you are passionate about. don't let these thoughts hinder you down. i believe that man cannot truly achieve something if they let the negative aspect of emotions become obstacles in their life. i like the way you are thinking, such a good mindset indeed. i aspire to have one similar to yours. it makes me glad that despite your situation, you never let these bring you down but instead look at the brigther picture. indeed, change doesn't come overnight but as long as you take small steps one at a time, you shall become a better and a newer version of yourself.

you are truly, and really a wonderful person. i admire you for that. i hope you have a pleasant evening ahead. do dream of sweet and nice dreams. i'm sorry if this gotten long but i really wanted to say a lot!!! no need to respond to this ask as long as i get to deliver the words i want you to hear.

YORI IM CRYING HFJDASLKFD there's so much i want to write back but i'm genuinely at a loss for words. i hope this is enough for now to let you know how thankful i am.

#🌙.inbox #🌙.moots #— yori ! 🤍 #like. in a good way. i am. wait i'm crying oh my god #usually i get too embarrassed or shy to answer these asks bcs i really get at a loss of what i want to say back but;;; #i wna change that starting now so. i will answer it #FIRST OFF uwah don't be obliged pls everything i do is solely bcs i want to n i don't expect anything in return 🥹 #that said though. thank you. god there's so much i could say but. yeah. thank you. i can only hope that the sentiment comes across #it genuinely means so much to me bcs. i think the words n comfort we share to others really reflect on our own selves as well. like we're #telling that to our own selves as well so. i think you know. i think you understand n relate to it more than i think of right now #it's so weird for me in a way to receive these stuff from others bcs i'm so used to being the one giving 😭😭 #damn i'm really at a loss for words i cried again while reading this n a lot of thoughts were running through my head. even now still #but knowing that there are people out there that / in their own way / knows how it feels to be this way too #like you for example. i think. it means a lot more to me than you'll ever know. so genuinely. thank you from the bottom of my heart #i'm proud of you too actually. i don't know too much about you as an online friend but i think you have gone through difficulties as well #to be able to write and convey something so touching. something so human and real. it's certainly a comfort in this world #i think. i think you're very strong as well to be able to do this for others. and i admire you for that #it really really means more to me than you'll ever know. to read it directly from another is. something i think i consider a luxury #since i usually give it to others but so many times especially with those i know offline. directly in active conversation. it's hard to #really open up n be honest? so just. thank you. as an online friend. for allowing me this opportunity. and for this kindness #hearing all this from another. that in itself means so much to me bcs i often end up unintentionally restraining myself in conversations so #thank you. for reading. for understanding in your own way. and for putting it in your own words and sharing them with me #sob believe me when i say this really means more to me than i could ever put into words. i think it's been a few hours already since #i first read this n started writing but even now at nearly 4 am i'm still at a loss for words so. thank you. genuinely. thank you so much #i'm really glad that i helped someone out there a bit. in my own way. 'kindness' and 'warmth'... 🥹 yori i cried even more /pos #USUALLY I'D BE ABLE TO LIKE. WRITE SMTH BACK BUT. i'm so speechless right now oh my god i really don't know what to write #and so i admire you for being able to do that. for having the courage to reach out (you were the first one that sent an ask to me too) #one day i hope i can. do this for you too. it really comforted me tonight and i'm seriously still speechless but i'll remember this forever #there's so much more i want to say and write right now but. perhaps this is enough for tonight. so i'll say my thanks once more #thank you. i hope you know that your own words really apply to you too. they come from you after all

[moonstruckme]

I know we have emt mauraders (and I absolutely love them with all of my heart), but I can't get the image of fireman James out of my head. He's just so beefed up and just has that build about him. You know? 🫠

So true babe <3

cw: reader is trapped in elevator for a bit

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 753 words

It took you some time to work up the courage to press the HELP button. Your building’s elevator has always been a bit scary, shuddering and screeching ever since you’d moved in, so you’d hoped for a while that it would just fix itself, remember that it was supposed to be moving and deliver you safely to your floor. No such luck.

You’re endlessly glad that you’re going home and not running late to work when it takes the fire crew another twenty minutes to show up. You’re guessing elevator rescues aren’t at the top of their priority list. When someone finally bangs on a door somewhere below you, you scramble up from where you’ve been sitting on the floor. 

“Fire department,” a man’s voice says.

“Hi,” you call back, feeling immediately stupid for it. Were you supposed to say your job description back or something? 

“Is everyone okay? How many of you are there?” 

“It’s—it’s just me.” 

“Alright,” the voice says, “we’re gonna get you out of there, just give us a second.” 

You hum back though he probably can’t hear. There’s a lot of creaking metal and muffled voices, and then the door to your prison squeaks slowly open. Most of what you can see is clearly elevator shaft, but there’s a small opening at your feet. Once it’s a couple of feet wide, a curly head pops through. 

“Hi,” the voice from earlier says. It comes from a lovely face, all tan skin and warm eyes and a radiant smile, like this man finds everything about his day genuinely cheering. “You alright in here? Injured at all?” 

It takes you a second to find your voice, and even once you do it sounds pitchier than normal. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” 

“Perfect.” Somehow, his grin seems to widen, which is a bit much for you right now. Suddenly you’re kind of dizzy. “Okay, I’m just going to have you scooch on your bum over here and stick your legs out, yeah? I’ll pop out so I can lower you down.” 

He’s going…he’s going to grab your legs. Okay. Awesome. This is totally your everyday. 

Some of your hesitance must show on your face, because the man’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself,” he says. “I’m James. What’s your name?” 

You tell him, so quietly you’re not sure he can hear, but James nods anyway. “Y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve already been stuck for god knows how long, and I’m sure you’d like to get to where you’re going. This is the easy part, okay?” 

“Okay,” you echo. 

James gives you an encouraging smile, retreating from the opening. “Alright, just set your legs out here,” he calls up. 

You sit down on the elevator floor, slipping your feet through so your legs are dangling in open air. A second later, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” James says. “I’m gonna ease you out, and I just need you to lean back so you don’t bump your head on anything, yeah?” 

You hum in response. He starts pulling you out of the elevator, his grip moving up your thighs to your bottom once it emerges. Your heart thunders, both from the intimate contact and from trusting your weight wholly to someone else. Soon you’ve cleared the opening. Another set of hands cups the back of your head to ensure you don’t hit it on the elevator floor, and then you’re sitting up, your hands landing on James’ shoulders for balance. They’re really quite substantial, you can’t help but notice, wide and full of thick, corded muscle. He tilts his head back, grinning up at you. 

“See?” he says. “Easy.” 

A dizzy little laugh escapes you, and James’ grin takes on a whole new quality. Something curious about it. He hoists you up in his arms, grip transferring to your waist so he can lower you to the floor. 

“Thanks,” you manage, looking up at him. You look at the other handful of firefighters around too, the embarrassment of your situation finally sinking in. Your face heats. “I really appreciate the help.” 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” James says. As the others start packing up equipment, his attention stays on you. “You sure you’re alright? Where are you going from here?” 

You do your best to give him a smile of your own. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just going home. I live on the sixth floor.” 

He hums. “Best take the stairs this time.”

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[lil-elle]

Locked Out - Pt.2

group: xikers

pair: neighbour!minjae x fem!reader

genre: college au, fluff, pining(?), boy next door(?)

word count: 3.2k

content: no content warnings teehee ♡ (unless the existence of food is a content warning?)

a/n: read part 1 HERE

After finishing your food, you found yourself sitting down with Minjae on his couch, just chatting about this and that. The conversation just seemed to flow so naturally.

“So why exactly were you locked out of your own dorm?” He smirked, stretching an arm across the back of the small couch. You chuckled embarrassedly and dropped your head.

“Well…obviously I forgot my key when I was leaving for class this morning. That wouldn't have been a problem if it didn't just so happen to be the day my roommate was going to visit her sister. Overnight.”

“Oof.” He said, smiling.

“BIG oof. So anyway, she locked the door when she left while I was at class. Then I went to work, and when I finally got home- no key.”

He chuckled lightly into his hand, making you gasp and giggle back.

“Hey, don't laugh!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“I'm sorry!....It's kinda funny, though.”

You scoffed dramatically, not in a space at all to act upset with a massive smile stretched across your face.

“...That's when you showed up…” You smiled softly at him and his laughter dried up as a slightly flustered expression came across his face. “So, thank you.”

He suddenly cleared his throat and turned his head away, the red tips of his ears peeking out from behind his hair.

“Y-Yeah, o-of course…” He stuttered and you couldn't help but find his shy persona endearing.

“So…Minjae.”

“Hmm?” His head snapped back up to look over at you, his voice cracking slightly as he hummed.

“What's your major? I've never seen you around on campus before.”

The pink slowly faded from his cheeks as he responded.

“Music production! So, like composing and lyric writing, and I even do some performance based classes.”

You felt a strange tickle in your stomach as he said that and thought: “Wow. Okay, that's kind of attractive.”

“Woah, so can you like play the guitar and stuff?”

He let out a soft giggle.

“Yup. And the piano. And I can sing too.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden cockiness.

“Wow, and you're so humble too~” You said sarcastically, earning a bellowing laugh from him and a smile in a way that pushed up his cheeks and bottom eyelids, almost completely hiding his pretty brown eyes from sight. God, it was charming.

After a few seconds, he sighed and looked back at you.

“What about you, y/n?”

You thought for a moment before sighing with a wry smile growing on your face.

“Just…business, I guess, but it’s not really what I want to do.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes showing complete, genuine interest in what you were saying.

“I actually don't know what I want to do…at all…”

His eyes turned empathetic as you continued.

“I-It's silly-”

“It's not. Not at all.”

You stared back into his deep, round eyes as he spoke with a firm yet gentle tone.

“Believe me, you have no idea how many different things I tried before I decided on music production. I think I switched majors like at least 4 times before landing where I am now.”

Your heart suddenly jumped as he said those words and your eyes went wide.

“4 TIMES?? What year are you in!?”

He looked taken aback for a moment before stuttering out his response.

“Um…well I'm in my first year as a music production major…but my third year in college in general.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You're…21..?”

He nodded softly.

“You're not?” He asked in almost a whispered tone.

“NO?? I'm 19!”

“Oh! Wow. I didn't know they mixed up the ages when assigning us to dorm buildings.”

“Me neither!??!”

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You were the first one to speak up through your giggles.

“You've been going here for 3 years and you didn't know either??”

He chuckled for a few seconds longer before taking in a breath and responding.

“I don't know! My roommates have always been in the same year as me and I'm not really the type to socialise with the neighbours.”

You giggled softly and he smiled widely at you, his eyes holding emotions you couldn't quite place, and you couldn't deny how much you wanted to just dive into them and find out every little detail about him.

“...Well I'm glad you decided to socialise with me, at least…” You mumbled before you even thought about it, shifting your arm to lay on the back of the couch as well, your fingers dangerously close to brushing against his.

He looked down at the floor with a shy smile before bringing his soft gaze back to you.

“...Me too…You're really cool, y/n…” Your heart skipping when he said your name was already more than you expected, but when the tip of his index finger brushed against your knuckle oh so lightly, it was as if a lightning bolt just ran through your body. Before you knew it, you'd yanked your hand away and were standing upright, fighting a blush quickly overtaking your face. Silence passed between you two for a few seconds, although it felt much much longer as you stood facing away and rubbing at the spot on your knuckle that he had touched.

“...Um…S-Sorry, I thought-”

“I-It's okay! I just…remembered I have class again in the morning, y’know?” You chuckled shyly, turning to face him despite the insanely obvious redness in your cheeks, which he definitely noticed as his cheeks slowly began taking on the same red colour.

“O-oh! R-Right!” He quickly stood, looking around and thinking for a moment.

“Uh…You can sleep in my bed if you want.”

Your blush only deepened as you stared at him, his words replaying in your head endlessly.

“...Huh?”

He just stared at you for a moment slightly confused before it hit him what you were thinking, his face growing so red that you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“OH! NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, GOD NO!” He slapped his hands over his face and you could've sworn you heard him mutter “idiot!” before sighing and dropping his hands again. “I meant…you sleep in my bed, and I sleep on the couch.”

“O-oh! That makes more sense…” You giggled shyly, looking down at the ground. “But…I'm fine sleeping on the couch y'know? I don't wanna like steal your bed…”

“It's fine!” He hurriedly responded. “Really! I don't mind.”

You looked at the small couch guiltily.

“...It doesn't look very comfortable…”

He followed you gaze to the couch before looking across the room and then back to you.

“Then…I can sleep in Hunter's bed! Would that make you feel better? And before you say anything, he won’t mind, so don't worry.”

You couldn't help but giggle about how he seemingly knew the next way in which you'd protest. He'd successfully removed every reason for you to deny his offer and all you could do was smile up at him.

“Well…how can I say no to that?” You giggled and he smiled widely, looking back at you with that adoring look once again and you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter.

“...A-Anyways…” you mumbled, cheeks almost hurting from how much you'd smiled already tonight, “I'll um…go to sleep, if that's okay?”

He nodded, smiling.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

“Is there anything you need from your room before I go in?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“You're all good.” He said softly. “It's just that door on the left, there.”

“Thanks…” You muttered softly, picking your bag up and carrying it over to the door. You heard him sigh and mumble something to himself as you entered his room, but you couldn't make it out, and honestly you were too distracted to care. It was like a million different emotions were running through you at once. You felt weird but also giddy, excited, wired, flustered, happy, anxious, nervous, shy, etc etc. Pretty much any feeling you could imagine.

You softly shut the door to his bedroom and looked around, feeling strange to be in a boy's- well…man’s bedroom, especially without the man himself present. But it also felt strangely comfortable; not all that messy but also not insanely spotless so at least you could rule out psychopath, just a few shirts here and there and a used cup sitting on one of the side tables by the bed.

You set your bag down in the corner and rummaged through to find the shirt you wore to class stuffed into the bottom, thanking your past self for feeling lazy and just throwing on a pair of jeans and a kind of oversized shirt earlier that morning. You hastily changed out of your work clothes and into the shirt, before realising you'd either have to sleep in jeans, which honestly sounded like a nightmare, or sleep in Minjae's bed in just your shirt with no pants on, the thought making your stomach flip as you stared over at the soft grey duvet blanketing his bed. You sighed, ignoring the heat re-entering your cheeks, and decided on the latter option, placing your phone on the end table before climbing into the bed. You sunk into the mattress, the bed being surprisingly comfier than your one back in your room. “I thought we all got the same bed??” You thought, pondering how his felt so much softer. You turned over onto your side and pressed your face into the pillow. “Even this pillow is softer…” You took a deep breath in, the fabric of his sheets smelling exactly how you thought they would: like a man. Y'know, sandalwood, musk, maybe a hint of lavender and fabric softener. It was nice. It had really been a while since you'd been in a man’s bed. You thought back to your exes and shuddered before flipping over onto your other side and reaching to turn the lamp off, the room being consumed with darkness as you sighed and let your eyes close softly.

The harsh sound of a phone alarm pierced your dreams and your eyes fluttered open, hand already reaching for your phone on the side tables to silence what had disturbed your slumber. You tapped the screen and rolled over, groaning as you buried your face into the pillow. It took breathing in the unfamiliar scented sheets for you to finally remember where you were, quickly shooting up and looking around the dim room, lit only by a weak streak of light coming from under the door. “Minjae's room. Minjae.”

“...It's way too early to feel this flustered…” You mumbled as you lightly slapped your slowly reddening cheeks, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and unsteadily picking yourself up. Yawning softly, you grabbed your phone and turned it on to see the time, squinting as the bright, white light filled your vision. “7am…I wonder if she's home yet…”

You quickly slipped your jeans from yesterday back on before creeping out of the room, your eyes meeting Minjae's back as he rummaged through the fridge. You stepped forward shyly.

“Um…Morning…”

“Oh!” He turned around, another container of food in his hands that he then placed on the counter. “H-Hey…um…sleep okay?”

You nodded softly, stepping up to the counter to see what he had.

“When is your class?” He pried open the container of what seemed to be scrambled eggs bacon before popping it into the microwave.

“O-Oh..9am. But my roommate should be home by then, if she isn't already.”

He smiled softly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“I see…”

A slightly awkward silence passed between the two of you, only being broken by the sound of the microwave beeping and him taking out his breakfast.

“Hungry?” He asked as he placed the warmed up breakfast on the counter and retrieved a fork from a drawer.

“Oh, no no. It's okay, you have it. I already ate your curry yesterday…”

He chuckled softly.

“I don't mind, y’know? Plus I'd already eaten dinner by the time you showed up.” He pushed the container towards you a small amount and you quickly pushed it back.

“N-No, really, you eat. I'll have something quick before class.”

He smiled and nodded before finally digging into the eggs. You took a good look at his face, more or less the same as yesterday; soft hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, thick black glasses sat low on his nose, with the addition of his skin seeming glossier than yesterday and you suddenly wondered if he had a morning skin care routine or something. “That would explain why he's so…beautiful…”

You thought, turning away and looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was the same as yesterday, but with a certain ‘morning’ charm to him, not to mention the extra roughness his already deep voice had taken on that you were trying so desperately to ignore since the moment he'd opened his mouth to greet you a few minutes ago.

“So,” He suddenly snapped you out of your trance and you looked back over to him just in time to see his eyes trail down to your legs and back up to your face in a way that made your heart stutter, “was it comfortable sleeping in jeans?” He said with a slight chuckle. You felt a slight warmth enter your face as you remembered your whole inner conflict from last night.

“O-Oh, I didn't…sleep in these…”

He looked slightly confused for a moment before smirking.

“Did you really sleep in that business-y pencil skirt that I'm assuming was your work uniform?” He shovelled another bite of egg into his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as your face only grew redder.

“N-No…”

He chewed slowly and you could practically see the thoughts in his head trying to put things together.

“...Do you…carry spare clothes with you…?”

You shook your head before burying your face in your hands. You couldn't see his face but you could easily hear the fluster in his voice as it clicked in his head.

“...Oh…f-forget I asked…”

You felt so embarrassed. You were sure he thought you were a weirdo for treating his bed like it was yours. Either that or incredibly naive and innocent. “...Totally just ruined my chances-…”

You blushed even harder, something you didn't even think was possible.

“...Why did I think that…? I just met this guy!”

Your brain felt like a battlezone as you took a deep breath in and out before sliding your hands off of your face, only to turn and see his face also littered with a splotchy redness that you couldn't deny was so cute.

Luckily your phone that you had placed in your jean pocket vibrated, breaking the awkward silence that felt like a crushing weight that you couldn't hold for much longer. You quickly fished it out, seeing a text from your roommate reading:

“I’m home and I brought breakfast if you want.”

You sighed and quickly typed a response before slipping your phone back in your pocket.

“I should go. My roommate just got home.”

You smiled shyly as he finished up his food and pushed the container to the side before clearing his throat.

“O-Oh, y-yeah yeah…of course…”

The air still felt awkward and tense, like there were words between the two of you going unsaid, either one of you too afraid to speak them aloud.

“I'll...just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you walked back to his room to grab your bag, feeling a weird pressure in your chest that you couldn’t quite place.

You hauled the bag back to where he was now standing by the door, ready to see you out. You slowed to a stop in front of him, looking down at the floor and fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“So…um…thanks. For everything.”

You looked up at him with a soft shy smile and he turned away as soon as you made eye contact, his ears quickly beginning to burn up.

“O-Of course! I-I couldn't just leave you out there…”

You giggled softly and he turned back, chuckling along and scratching the back of his neck shyly.

“Hey…if you ever need a place to stay again for…whatever reason…I'll always welcome you here.”

Your smile grew at his words.

“Thank you, Minjae…” You said quietly, your eyes taking in his pretty features as you felt your hand almost unconsciously grab your phone from your pocket.

“If it's okay…can I get your number?” You felt the blush return to your cheeks again as his eyes slowly widened. “J-Just in case…” You quickly stuttered out as if trying to soften the flirty tension your own words created.

He nodded and carefully took your phone into his hands, you having opened up your contacts so he could add his in.

“...Just in case…” He repeated in almost a whisper, fighting a smile pulling at his lips.

After a few quiet seconds of him tapping at your phone screen, he handed it back, and you just stared for a moment at the contact screen reading 'Minjae', the sight making you smile for some reason.

“Well…” you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at him, “I should get going…”

You slowly turned and opened the door, stepping into the much colder hallway compared to the warmth of standing next to him.

“S-See you lat-”

“W-Wait!” His hand suddenly came around and grasped the edge of the door just as you began closing it, pulling it back open enough for him to look you in the eyes. You just gazed up at him, wide eyed from being so caught off guard.

“...Are you…d-do you…” he stuttered and you blinked nervously, waiting for him to continue.

“D-Do you have a boyfriend?” When he finally got the words out, you felt your breath catch and your heart almost stop. You couldn't fight the immense heat immediately taking over your face, but you felt comfortable in knowing that his looked just about as red as yours.

The light that entered his eyes as you shook your head made you melt with how endearing he seemed, a wide smile he couldn't hide quickly overtaking his features.

“O-oh! W-Well…g-good to know!” He exclaimed almost a little too loudly, forcing you to stifle a giggle. “I-I'll see you later then, y/n…”

You nodded with a smile and he pushed the door closed, leaving you in a sort of daze in the hallway, staring a hole into his door.

“Uh…earth to y/n?” You were startled by a sudden voice behind you and turned to see your roommate poking her head out of your dorm room. “Woah, dude, are you okay? Your face is super red.”

You felt embarrassed and shy, but all of that was overtaken by the unfiltered joy and excitement overtaking your heart and mind.

“Mhmm…I'm awesome…”

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[jujutsukatsuki]

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, throatfucking, spitting, gagging, messy makeup, soft kiri <3

Smut will be under the cut!

Sometimes things don’t work out, plans fall through, people flake, or your boyfriend since freshman year of high school decides to dump you via text when you were waiting for him at the coffee shop you always met at when you and him got off work.

So here you are, sitting in this little café, crying into your ceramic cup full of espresso that has foam art of a heart. You sniffle as you sit in the booth. It didn’t help that today was already awful. You flunked a test you stayed up all night studying for cause life would be too easy to let you have one thing go right today. Your AP literacy teacher seemed to have a burning hatred for you and you had cracked your phone screen.

If you weren’t spending thousands on college and already in your last year, you might have quit today.

Your only saving grace? The cute barista who you’d come to know as Eijiro Kirishima. He had covered your drink when you realized that your wallet was at home sitting on your coffee table.

You barely touched the cup of coffee he had spent time making just for you, even adding the cute heart on top. Instead you chose to keep your head in your hands as you stared at the table blankly, tears falling from your face into the coffee, ruining the art.

Kirishima bussed a few tables before he got to you.

“Y/n?” He asked softly as he put a hand on your shoulder. You sniffled and looked up at him, a white towel was throwing over the tight black shirt he wore. A black apron covered the front of his body. You took notice of a couple pins he had on the front. A pin from a hero movie, crimson riot or something, you couldn’t remember the actual name. A pin that read He/Him, his name tag that had a pink smiley face sticker along with his title of Assistant Manager for X amount of years on it and a pin that read ‘Ask me about my favorite coffee!’

“Y/n?” He asked again as he knelt down a bit to be eye level with you.

“Sorry, yeah, what’s up Kirishima?” You wiped the black stained tears from your cheeks.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears pricked your eyes, face was hot with embarrassment and sadness.

“M-my boyfriend broke up with me over text.” You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a muffled sob. Kiri’s eyes held an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. Pity? Genuine concern? You weren’t sure.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, that’s so unmanly of him.” He wrapped you in a tight bear hug. You wrapped your arms around him tight and cried into his chest.

Eijiro ended up taking his break so he could comfort you while his co-worker, Shoto, covered. He listened to you vent about your problems and frustrations, you actually drank the new coffee that Kiri brought over for you this time, he didn’t want you to drink a coffee that was probably 85% your tears at that point.

He sat next to you and held your hand as you cried into his shoulder.

“I mean, nearly eight years.” You cried. “I thought him and I were gonna get married.” Kirishima rubbed your back slowly as he listened, he didn’t talk, just listened and god it felt nice.

“To tell you the truth, I never liked him much.” Eijiro said once you had calmed down, tears slowly falling less and less.

“Why?” You sniffled and looked up at him.

“He was super bossy and didn’t tip well.” Kiri joked to try and cheer you up. You let out a small laugh.

“He was like that wasn’t he?” You brushed some hair behind your ear and wiped your face with the sleeve of your jacket.

“I don’t want to tell you that everything is going to be okay because I don’t know if it will. But what I can tell you is that you’re such a good, kind, genuine person and anyone is lucky to have you. You’re truly a gift Y/n. And you’re really pretty.” He smiled

Your face felt warm as he said that. “Thanks Kiri. And thank you for listening, I really needed that today.”

“Anytime.” He smiled at you with a big toothy grin.

He got back to work after that, only after he gave you his number if you needed anything of course and you went home to kick your boyfriend out of the apartment.

Only you came home to him having sex with your best friend in the bed the two of you shared. Honestly, you didn’t even care at that point. You calmly gathered all your things, told him to have a nice life and that you were telling the landlord about him smoking weed in the apartment all the time.

With no where to go and a car full of stuff, your brain went on auto pilot. You ended up in front of the coffee shop. It was now pouring rain outside, thunder and lightening were brewing in the sky.

Your eyes held a blank gaze as you stared straight ahead. A soft knock came from your passenger window, it made you jump as you unlocked the door after seeing a familiar red head.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Kiri asked as he climbed into the passenger seat, he was no longer wearing his apron and the tight black shirt he wore clung even tighter to his body thanks to the rain. His normal spikes of hair were now hanging down in his face.

You sat and told Kiri about what happened once you had got home. His jaw dropped as he heard about what you walked into you. He invited you to stay with him for the night.

Little did you know that one night was gonna change everything.

That was all a year ago. You’ve been living in Kirishima’s guest room ever since.

Currently you were making dinner, Kirishima was gonna be home soon from work and you decided to make his favorite meal that you knew how to cook. Homemade chicken Alfredo.

The front door’s lock jiggled as he unlocked the door and walked in.

“Y/n, I’m home.” He hummed as he dropped his work backpack next to the house and took his shoes off.

“In the kitchen Eiji!” You called out as you were mixing the noodles and sauce.

“Hey.” He smiled as he kissed the back of your head before he grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“Did you have a good day at work?” You asked as you put the noodles to simmer on a low heat.

“It was alright, had a few Karens. What about your day?”

You smiled softly as you looked at him. A black bandana was holding his hair back from his face, he had a smile that reached his eyes as he inquired about your day.

Suddenly it dawned on you how domestic you and him were. How he’d come home and kiss your head, how you’d snuggle into his side as you watch a tv show together, how he’d carry you to your bed and kiss your forehead as he tucked you in. How he’d come up behind you when you were with his friends and wrap his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder.

You were in love with your roommate and best friend.

As you two sat in the couch eating dinner, your legs were over his lap, head resting against his thick biceps. Your thoughts were full of details about Kirishima that you could get rid of. The small scar above his eye he got from jumping through a window when he was a kid, the tattoos that decorated his inner arms, a few comic book heroes and anime characters he loved, the way he instantly relaxed under your touch. You noticed how much Kiri loved touching you. He was always the first one to hold you close to him or kiss your head.

You kept staring at him from the corner of your eye, enough that he caught your gaze.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He asked as he reached out and gently wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of your lips with his thumb. Your face was suddenly very hot as you slowly nodded, he wiped his thumb on a napkin.

“You seem quieter tonight are you sure you’re alright?”

“Kiri, do you…” You stopped to think about your phrasing before you decided to come out and say it.

“Do you like me?”

He cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yeah of course, you’re like my best friend.” He smiled a bit

“No I mean like… romantically.”

Kiri’s cheeks went bright red as he stuttered out a answered.

“Is- uh.. Is it okay if I say yes?” He nervously cleared his throat as he chewed on his bottom lip, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped.

“Yeah of course! I just, I realized that.. maybe I’ve always known and I was just scared but I don’t want to ruin anything and you’re just so sweet and I’m worried that I’m not good enough for you but I like you like that an-“

He cupped your cheek with his huge hand and kissed you. It was such a polite way to shut you up. You kissed back, hands finding the shirt he wore and clutching it in your hands. His lips were soft against yours, his actions were gentle as his other hand held the back of your neck.

The kiss was broken when you both needed air. Lips were swollen and red, faces were warm and the only noise was that of soft panting.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” He smiled as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“How long?” You questioned

“Since the very first day you walked into the coffee shop and ordered a hot chocolate and a croissant.“ Your face seemed to get even warmer.

“You remembered what I ordered?”

Kirishima chuckled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you asked for four pumps of extra chocolate in the drink because sometimes it wasn’t a strong enough taste for you. Plus you gave me like a 15 dollar tip.”

You laughed and Kirishima fell deeper in love with you at the sound you made. His smile grew as he watched you.

That night you laid in your bed, tossing and turning as you thought of the revelations from tonight. You loved him and he loved you. Now what the fuck do you do?

You shoved the blankets off you and got up, slipping on the bunny slippers that Kiri got for you last Christmas. You opened your door only to come face to face with him. His red hair was down in his face as he looked like he hadn’t slept yet.

“What are we?” The two of you said in sync. Both of you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“What do you want?” Kiri asked as he placed a hand on your upper arm before it slid down to grab your hand.

“You.” You whispered softly as you gently squeezed his hand.

“I want you too.” He smiled tiredly

“So.. does that mean we’re dating?” You asked for confirmation.

“I guess it does.” He kissed your forehead and squeezed your hand.

“Let me take you on a date tomorrow- er, later tonight?” He chuckled

“Oh yeah? Where are we gonna go?”

“Not sure yet but I’ll pick you up at seven?” He grinned

“I’ll make sure I’m ready by then.” You moved to wrap your arms around his neck.

“If I’m a few minutes late it’s cause my super cute roommate takes forever to get ready.” He teased

“I do not!” You laugh, Kiri reached down and picked you up by your thighs. You gasped, your slippers falling off in the process

“Eiji!”

“What?” He hummed as he stole you away to his room.

“I can walk you know.” You yawn softly, sleep already starting to pull you under.

“I know.” He yawned after you did. He laid down in his bed and laid you next to him. You could see in Kiri’s eyes that he was seconds from sleep. By the time you pulled the blanket over you two, he was out. You snuggled into his chest, it was a perfect fit like you two were made for each other.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, the warm feeling made butterflies in your stomach as sleep became an anchor chained to your ankle yanking you down through the waves of tranquility.

It was your first big date with Eijiro, you put on a nice black dress that hugged your figure in a way that made you feel confident with a deep v neck line that showed off your cleavage and a pair of red heels. Thankfully the dress stopped about mid knee level so it showed off the heels.

You weren’t sure where you and him were going, only that he told you to dress fancy. He looked very handsome in a black suit with a red tie. He grinned like a mad man when he saw you. His large hands found your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck, fingers grazing the hair of his undercut.

“Baby, you look-” He cuts himself off as he moves you to do a little twirl for him. Kiri’s eyes rake over your figure before his eyes meet yours as you twirl back to face him. The smile on his face reaches his eyes, he's looking at you like you’re the love of his life, like you’re a gift to this world.

To him, you are all of those.

Dinner goes well, Eijiro tells you stories that have happened at work recently, you tell him about what you’re learning at college. The entire time he looks at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

He’s so in love with you, it hurts.

🛑 Smut under cut 🛑

After dinner was the fun part. It wasn’t the first time you two did it. But this would be the first time that the two of you were going to have needy, messy sex. Your hands were all over each other, grasping at clothing and skin until your clothes were in balls on the floor.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty on your knees.” Kiri panted softly as he looked at you. His lips were swollen with light stains of the lipstick you had worn, his pupils were huge, lust blown. His hand cups your cheek as he stands in front of you, one hand gripping the base of his cock. The tip is red and leaky with dribbles of pre cum.

“Thank you daddy.” You smile and stick out your tongue, his cock is huge. Youre not sure how youre gonna fit the monster in your mouth, the only hope you had was how well he fit in your cunt. Eijiro grins as he smacks the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“Such a messy girl.” He whispers as he licks his lips in anticipation. You slowly take every inch of his cock down your throat, you get about half way before your mouth feels extremely full.

Eijiro lets out a soft groan as his hands tangle in your hair. He bucks his hips into your mouth. Needy. Wanting. He’s doing everything he can to chase his high. You pull back for a moment to talk to him, saliva drips down your chin.

“You can fuck my throat Daddy.”

His brain malfunctions over your words, with one hand he puts his cock back into your mouth as the other has your hair gripped tightly. You let your jaw remain slack as he started to thrust into your mouth.

The feel of your throat gripping his cock is the most euphoric. Drool drips down your chin to between your breasts. The feeling of your gagging satisfies him, the way you clench around his cock. Between your legs is slick, your thighs stick together as you rub them together for friction. You let out a whine as you make eye contact with him, he thrusts harder down your throat, causing you to gag again. This time he holds your head down, nose buried in his neatly trimmed happy trail.

The gagging is what’s pushing him over the edge, he reaches down and wraps his hand around your throat. He can feel himself buried inside. Your head feels light, but it feels too good to tap him on the thigh and make him stop. Without warning, his cum floods down your throat, making you instantly start swallowing.

His breathing is harsh as he pulls out, muscles in his thighs are lightly jerking and a few spurts of cum find their way on your lips and chest.

“Fuck.” He curses as he looks at you, makeup smeared around your face, lips red and puffy, cum dripping down your skin. He can’t help but add to the mix with his spit before he smears the mixture all over your cheeks and mouth.

“So fucking pretty. Gonna make such a mess of you.” He smirks as he lifts you up and lays you on the bed. You have a feeling that the neighbors are gonna have a noise complaint to give your landlord, but in that moment, you couldn’t give a fuck. You were about to be obliterated by your boyfriend's huge cock, and that’s all that mattered to you.

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[odetodilfs]

Marcus makes you pancakes in the morning and gets distracted 💅

Breakfast in bed

I loved doing this request, I definitely need to write more Marcus ngl...

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x male!reader Warnings: Established relationship (marriage), completely SFW!!

You awoke to an empty bed, the sun was already shining through the window to the bottom of your bed, had you slept in? “Marcus?” you call out in a hoarse voice, definitely not enough to hear you from a distance, you grabbed the glass on the nightstand, the one Marcus always prepared for you every night, you drink it as the soothing feeling of the water wetting your throat washes over you, you call out again, but before you can do so the half closed bedroom door opens.

In came Marcus, holding a tray, smiling at you in that sweet way he always did, “Good morning love, what is this?” you asked, “Pancakes” he replied “for my beautiful husband” he walked closer to you, placing the tray next to you, “Oh my god sweetheart, thank you” you hugged him tightly, you loved this man so much,

“Sleep well?” he asked you, you loved how interested he was,

“Yeah, you?” “Same here, I just woke up super early so I made this” he smiled, with his kind , genuine and sweet smile, “Marcus…” you roped him in for a hug and kissed his beard lovingly, him obviously basking in the feeling.

“You should eat, they’re gonna get cold” he was blushing, you brought a pancake to your mouth with syrup and whipped cream and tasted it, delicious like always. 

“Mmmmm!!” you smiled as you savored the incredibly amazing tasting food, “Shit, Marcus, you outdo yourself with these pancakes every damn time!!” you kissed him fully on the lips, his tongue licking at some of the whipped cream that was on your lips, you both started eating your pancakes, planning your day, how it would go, what you’d do, “Can we play 1 reason each?” he suggested, it was a game you’d created on a stormy night, it was basically each you had to say something they loved about the other and the other would have to say to you what they love about you, and it had to be related to what you said, “Yes, yes we can” you laughed, “you start” “Hmmmm” he thought, “I love the way you never take off our ring, the way it’s almost like… like a part of your body” he smiled, holding your hand, “Aww, Marcus…” you heart melted as you simultaneously thought of something to match with what he said, you looked at your man, “I love that when you were about to give me the ring the box fell and you just said “Oh fuck sorry”, it was hilarious” you laughed, remembering the moment and taking another bite off the delicious pancakes. “I like the way you cook, something about it gives me thoughts about having seconds, but eh, I need to stay in shape” he jokes, “Well, I could say the same about someone else’s cooking” you signaled at the pancake and took another bite, “Ok fine, we both have a problem with cooking too well” he chuckled, he looked at you for a few seconds... “My sweet husband…” Marcus ran his hand down your torso, you knew how much he loved it when he called you his husband. That was how you spent your morning, saying things you loved about each other, kissing, cuddling, you will never get sick of this man.

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[drizzledrawings]

hi friend

ive been following you for a good couple years now & have always loved your art! but i was completely unfamiliar with red dead this whole time, ive just been kinda watching from the sidelines like 'idk much but by god does drizzled love arthur morgan from that cowboy game, good for them!'

... WELL. IVE FINALLY PLAYED THE GAME. AND FINISHED IT. AND BY GOD DO I GET IT NOW!!!!! 😭😭

like the emotions this game has put me through. is STILL putting me through. the way i cannot stop thinking about it. the brainrot is real.

so yeah, no pressure to respond to this lol but i just wanted to say a quick thank you for introducing me to this game & these characters bc i genuinely had such a good time :') cant wait to go back through your work & appreciate it even more now <3

AHHHHHHHHHH this is so so so sweet omg :,) thank you from the bottom of my heart

Welcome to the cowboy game illness it’s chronic! I’m so glad you decided to give the game a try!!! It very genuinely changed the way I look at life and it’s awesome that my art has influenced people to play the game!!

[madameaug]

Happy Weight || JJK x OC

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

WC: 577

Context: Jennette and Jungkook have been together for over two years. Naturally, when you are around someone you are comfortable with, it's expected to gain some weight. Happy, relationship weight.

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Jennette turned her body to examine her behind, not in a boastful ego-stroking manner, but in one of confliction. As a black woman, she naturally had curves. The beauty standard within the black community praised voluptuous curves. The Coke bottle shape with minimal weight was recorded on the scale.

It was the same curves she genetically had. Nothing that caught unnecessary glimpses. Depending on the bottoms she wore, she could hide her figure. Even in her baggy sweatpants, her behind protruded further from her back. The same deposit of fat was now in her midsection. She rubbed her stomach, gently lifting her stomach. Peach-colored stretch marks across her pelvis creeping up her love handles. Mini rolls stacked upon each other. Lowering her shirt back down, she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking at her new body.

She could track down the moment she started the noticeable weight gain. Three weeks later, she moved into Jungkook's place. The next big step in their relationship. The once-in-a-while food rendezvous turned into a daily ritual. Jungkook's Korean dishes and Jennette's soul food knowledge. Their meals often were less than healthy but packed plenty of flavor. Savory smells linger in the kitchen every night. And every night, they ate better than the last.

A familiar scent of kimchi led Jennette to the kitchen. Jungkook rhythmically shook his hips as he prepped another side dish. He was humming an R&B classic 'Bust the Windows' by Jazmine Sullivan.

Jennette playfully grabbed a handful of Jungkook's surprisingly heavy ass cheek.

"Damn baby, you got a wagon." Jennette deepened her voice, imitating a thirsty man.

"I'm getting thick. Three C's." Jungkook laughed, continuing his cooking. "Just like you."

A brief frown coated Jennette's lips. Was her weight gain that apparent?

Jungkook served kimchi and beef skewers on the plate. Steaming waving above the meal. Jungkook blessed the food before taking a bit into her hard work. He moaned in satisfaction at the taste. For a brief moment, he paused, eating to look at Jennette.

She pushed the kimchi around her plate.

"Is it not up to your liking?"

"It's good." Is what Jennette said, but not what she wanted to say.

"Eat up then."

As told, Jennette took a few bites, but truthfully her appetite wasn't present anymore. Dinner was awfully silent. That was until Jennette spoke her question.

"Jungkook, have I gotten fat?"

Any good boyfriend would know that this was a dangerous question to be asked. A question that could very easily instill insecurity within one's partner. Unsure of how to answer, Jungkook went with his gut.

"No."

"Really? You don't notice the extra weight I've put on?"

"We've both gotten chunky. But it's just happy weight."

"Happy weight?"

"Yeah, happy weight." Jungkook shrugged carelessly.

"So you don't care about the ten pounds you've gained?" Jennette genuinely asked. She couldn't be surprised though. Jungkook's profession prepared huskier men who had muscle definition.

"I'm not losing sleep over it. Are you?"

"A little."

"We can work together if that's what you want. You know I've always wanted to bring you to my gym."

"Thanks, bug. I'll think about it."

The rest of the night continued in a light-hearted fashion. Jungkook lay in bed with Jennette pressed alongside him. He stroked Jennette's thigh.

"Don't lose all this 'happy weight' and then be unhappy with me."

Jennette laughed, reassuring Jungkook.

"I'll keep some of the weight and all the happiness. How about that?"

"Sounds perfect."

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A/N: Jungkook and that shirtless gym picture....

He makes it harder not to be delusional.

Likeeeeeeeee omggggg

He's so fine, my God!

ruff ruff woof bark bark

A/N: I also think happy weight is so cute

Whether couples are gaining weight together or losing weight its adorable to me :)

#x black reader #jungkook x jennette #bts x black reader #jeon jungkook #black fem reader #black writers #jungkook imagine #cute relationships

[safetycar-restart]

charles is so so vocal and that's my fav sub!charles hc ever????????? i have an auralism kink saur

he lets out the prettiest, softest whimpers ever. i can't really describe it but they're sort of quiet?? and it's very drawn out and high pitched, just like a puppy. he whimpers when he's needy or overwhelmed, or impatient when you keep him waiting too long.

his MOANS. EVERY EACH ONE OF THEM IS BORDERLINE PORNOGRAPHIC. they come from the bottom of his heart, from his chest, and he is always so loud. literally whatever you do, whether it's kissing his neck, giving him a handjob or fucking him doggy style, he is always so loud, the neighbors can probably hear him.

charles is vocal for the sole reason that he wants people to know how good you make him feel, that only you are able to do that. also because he can't restrain himself. he really doesn't think about it, whenever he's with you he just completely lets go, so he doesn't even notice. and you love it. he has a voice as gorgeous as him, so why bother hiding it? thanks for listening to my ted talk.

- 📓

I... god I love this. 📓 anon always comes with absolutely bangers for Charles and this is no different. I will NEVER be over sub!Charles. ever. I also got VERY off topic here but I hope my Charles anons can use my off topic thoughts for evil.

Charles's whimpers are incredible. They're very high pitched and whiney, almost like he's trying to call you? And he doesnt always have a reason to whimper, sometimes he just feels so happy and safe and he lets out little whimpers just to let you know? He genuinely loves making the noises for you, because he knows you'll understand what he wants/needs.

And yeah his moans are LOUD. He can't moan softly, or whine softly for that matter.

I think that comes from how he can't control himself at all around you? Once Charles submits, he submits fully. He can't hold back at all, doesnt know how. Because he's your good boy? Your subby baby? How can you expect him to control himself when he's being your good boy?

He used to be insecure about it, but now he understands that he's allowed to be noisy as he wants to be, because he's your good boy.

I also think that while he is very noisy, he doesnt actually talk very much? He really struggles to form words in any language once he's in a subby headspace, because it's just so hard for him.

Charles struggles to find the words to express himself at the best of times, so when he's feeling subby it's even harder. And sometimes he'll actually get the wrong kind of overwhelmed if you ask him to speak properly, because it's just too much work.

It frightened you at first, but now you know what all his little noises mean so you can understand him.

Sometimes when Charles is stressed, he'll ask if he can just cuddle up against you and not have to think? He wont say a word for the rest of the day, just communicate through sounds and shakes or nods of his head and he truly feels so good and safe. He stays in such a warm, fuzzy headspace knowing that you're looking after him.

(For poly!piarles: charles loving to listen to you and Pierre chat, he rarely ever comments himself, just snuggles between you two)

So yeah! Lots of noises but very few words.

#sub!charles #cl #nsfw. #soft soft vibes #gn!reader #📓

[bookinit02]

hi! i know that i am kinda late lol but i wanted to say that i read your most recent (episode 5 & 6) scripts and i ADORE them you are literally such a masterful writer!!! ghjkfdshjksvsfvjkfdvnkjbfskhjgfhbfkjvndhuir3efj i am so so so obsessed with the whole rewrite series and the way you write their characters is just incredible. im . DHFJKFS243[34P0DJKFHJKNDVBHJDKNSB43 i need to lie down actually (but i digress lmao) first i have to just say that the s5 plot is INSANE and i mean that so genuinely - its gripping but so realistic but the significant moments are super impactful i just love it<333 the humor is On Point, the pacing is excellent, all the emotions and layers and depth that's gone into it shine through so well, and the way you handle all of their individual developments alongside the relationships !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is something that is sososoosooo skillful and wonderful and. oh my god. and don't get me started on the CHARACTERIZATION <3 because i would literally never be able to like. stop talking about it. fr though you have such a deep understanding of them like HELLOOOOOOO and i just admire that so much. it makes it easy to lose myself in the story because i am constantly just going yeah. they would fucking say that actually. and i could gush for a really really long time about all the elements you've absolutely nailed in this <33 but just. ohhh my god. oh my god. your prose and eloquence are unbelievable both in the scripts and in the fic. screams. jkhsfghjwuefknsrgefkdshbgf gfhdsjkfdsjfk . hhkjhjkgfdjkncjkgdfjk. jkvfd. basically !!!!!!!!!!!! asjkdhjasdkfbhjnhHOLY SHITTT omg thank you so much for writing and sharing this with us it's absolutely beautiful!!! and i am really excited for whatever you have planned next but i wanted to say how grateful i am for everything you've written so far because it's such an amazing read!!!!!!! anyway i hope you have a great day you deserve it!! ghjksdfvhjksdfvhbjksbhn<3

hi liza!! you are not late at all dw💗💗

thank you so much for all your kind words!! complex plots like the s5 script are really difficult for me and i do have moments where i struggle very much, so it means a lot to hear that you like it😭💗 on the other hand, characterization and story arcs are sooooo important to me, and one of the biggest things i look for in anything i watch, read, or write—so thank you very much!! i genuinely could not do any of this without readers like you, so trust me when i say i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart🥺🫶🏻

#script comments #asks #this is so nice thank you😭😭😭💗

[tiredgeekgirl]

ummm so puss in boots the last wish is a masterpiece??

Okay spoilers ahead obviously. You've been warned.

So I've dealt with intense anxiety and stress over the concept of death for a few years now. Most days it's fine, but sometimes something gets set off in my brain that sends me spiraling into a state of intense panic over the idea of death, or, to put it more accurately, eternity. As a follower of Christ, I know deep down that death is not something to fear bc when I die I will immediately be taken to spend forever with Jesus, who gave his life for me and spared me from the snares of sin and gave me an invitation into His kingdom. Logically, I shouldn't fear eternity. Unfortunately, as long as I'm living here on earth, I'm stuck with a limited, imperfect human brain that cannot possibly grasp the concept of life with no end, and can't imagine how I could possibly have eternal joy that doesn't dwindle, and can't get used to the idea of not getting bored. My limited mind leads me to think that life will be boring and lonely in heaven bc my family may not be there with me for years if I go before them, etc. idk if that all makes sense but basically, even though eternity in heaven is usually a wonderful concept for me, my fear of the unknown and the limits of my human brain end up triumphing over the joy of that idea.

We see Puss break down in an intense state of panic over death multiple times in the movie, and every time the memories of his life flooded through his mind during those panic attacks, I started to cry bc I do the same thing. When I'm having an anxiety attack over death I think about my sisters, my childhood, my friends... everything I'll be missing when I die. And even when I'm not thinking about death I so often reflect on my childhood and get so depressed on how all these years have gone by and I'll never get to revisit them, never get to relive the wonderful memories I have of the past. My heart was racing just like Puss' when I witnessed his anxiety in the movie bc I was seeing myself in him the whole time, and I knew exactly what he was going through and how he was feeling.

And then we get to the ending of the movie, and I'm telling you, I genuinely thought Puss was going to die. I was so invested in the movie and felt like I was right there with the characters, and found myself saying, "Don't be afraid of death, Puss." And that was when it hit me. I was telling this fictional character the very thing I've needed to tell myself for the past three years. (That's also when I broke down sobbing in the theater lol).

It's okay to be afraid of the unknown. But I can't let it consume me. A life spent constantly worrying about death and how I'm getting closer to it with each passing day is never a life well spent. And I know my fear is really my human thoughts getting in the way and the enemy using anxiety to prevent me from feeling the joy I should feel over eternity, though some days it's harder to find the strength to overcome those things. But I've found that prayer and reading scriptures about fear really help me through those anxiety attacks. God is so amazing and I know in my heart eternity will be wonderful! Sometimes I have to use tangible things my human mind can wrap around to help ground myself, and even if they don't compare lol. But yeah, I know this is something I will be able to conquer, and I know heaven is beyond what we can imagine and isn't what my human mind paints it as when I try to imagine it.

Anyway, I felt like applauding in the theater after watching this film. Those who worked on this movie, thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving this to us. I don't think I've ever felt so seen while watching any movie, let alone a DreamWorks movie about an anthropomorphic cat lol. I just know this will be a fave of mine forevermore, and after the Bad Guys and now this, I can't wait to see what else y'all have up your sleeve.

1000/10, can't believe Puss in Boots 2 dethroned Megamind as my favorite DreamWorks film.

#movie ramblings #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #well done dreamworks #you had me both cracking up and having an emotional breakdown over this one #dreamworks #movie essay

[padawansubscription]

Bucket List | Watch Eddie Play

Pairing: eddie x f!reader

Summary: Eddie regretted calling your music taste shit after seeing a flicker of hurt on your face. But it’s too late. He missed his chance to apologize and can only hope that you show up to see him play. Part of the “Glimpses of Us” (chapter one) but can be read separately!

Word Count: 1k

Warning: language

Themes: pure friendship?? but there’s something more???

A/N: should i be working on my script application? yes. did i write this drabble instead? yes. do i hate myself? yes. please enjoy.

He said your music taste was shit. It was a joke, another off-hand comment as he watched you make your first mixtape. Because c'mon. You were adding 'You Make My Dreams (Come True) by Daryl Hall & John Oates to the tape. How can he not poke fun at you? But the genuine hurt on your face made his heart plummet and the regret was instant. He tried to apologize but you quickly schooled your face to a neutral expression before talking about the latest gossip at school. He should've apologized then and there. Music was subjective. He, of all people, should have remembered that. He was Eddie the Freak, after all. He knew what it was like to be mocked, yet he did it to you. Unintentional or not.

He owed you another night of Top Gun for the fiftieth time because fuck, you were obsessed with that movie. He suspected it had something to do with the beach scene despite your blatant lie about being interested in the Navy because "it's such a different world, you know?"

"Fuck me," he muttered under his breath as he shouldered his guitar on the stage of The Hideout.

"You good, dude?" Gareth asked as he assumed his place behind the drums.

"Yeah, just peachy." His eyes roamed the crowd. It was his usual Tuesday group, plus a couple of stragglers.

"Whoo! Eddie, let's go!" Someone shouted.

Eddie whipped his head to the entrance, finding Steve, Nancy, and Robin. No you. Shit. He must've royally pissed you off. He gave a small wave to the group as they walked up to the bar, and for a second, just for a second, he thought he saw you. But it was just another metalhead girl with whom Steve shamelessly struck up a conversation. Of course, he would.

The show went on and the band played their favorites from Deos, Anthrax, Metallica, and a few new songs from Metal Church's latest drop. He was covered in sweat, fingers strumming along his guitar. He felt alive, he was in the zone. Yet, every time he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but look over the crowd and feel disappointed all over again.

The set was done and he packed up his gear when Steve and the others approached. "Honestly, man," Steve shook his head, "I don't know what that was, but I have to give it to you. You were good."

"Yeah, that was...um, something" Nancy added on.

"What's that? The approval of the king and queen?" He bowed dramatically, "thank you, my lady!"

Steve and Nancy blushed at the sudden attention they were attracting. "God, you're so annoying," Steve muttered.

"How do you not go deaf after that?" Robin asked. "Because, like, my ear's still ringing?" She patted her ears. "Seriously, you guys don't hear that?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's deaf." 

Eddie turned to the familiar voice. He had to do a double-take because holy fuck. You were covered in black from top to bottom; an oversized Metallica shirt clung to your figure, tucked under a pair of leather pants. And were those chains on your hips and neck? Fuuuuuuuck. It's as if the air was gutted out of him. And you even put on eyeshadow! You! Makeup! And your hair was mussed with wax.

"You came," he swallowed.

"Well, duh" you sipped on your coke. "It's one of my bucket lists, remember?" You grinned and tugged at your shirt. "What do you think? Think I can fool the others?"

And it just hit Eddie that you were the girl Steve was talking to at the bar.

"Where'd you get that shirt?" he pointed.

"It's Gareth's!" you grinned, waving at the drummer behind him. "Wanted to surprise you. Because, you know, you already think I'm lame."

A pang of jealousy coursed through Eddie. You could've asked him. He had plenty of shirts you could've worn, but your last comment grounded him immediately and he knew better than to feel anything but guilty.

"You," he cleared his throat, "uh, you guys want to check out the green room?" He jerked his thumb to the back where his bandmates were already headed to.

"What's a green room?" Steve asked, brows furrowing.

"Oh, Steve." Eddie clapped his back. "There's so much you need to learn, young padawan. C'mon. You can meet the others."

"Pada-what?" Steve turned to Robin, "you know what a green room is?"

She shrugged. "It's green. So maybe it's, you know, got pot?"

Steve widened his eyes and the three continued their conversation, allowing Eddie to casually step back and walk with you.

"Hey, I'm really glad you came."

"Aw, you going to cry, Munson?" You had your usual shit-eating grin.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm serious," he said. "And, sorry. About, you know, saying your music taste was shit." He scrunched his nose at his choice of word. "It's not shit. it's just..." he searched for the word, "not my scene? Didn't mean to be a dick about it."

"Yeah, that was pretty dickish. But I do know how you can make it up to me!"

"Already ahead of you." He mirrored your grin, "Top Gun. Your place. Tomorrow after school."

You laughed. "Holy shit! We've been hanging out too much because that was pretty close. But no, it's something else."

Oh no. He knew that look.

"I want to request a song." You played with your hair, feigning innocence behind mischievous eyes.

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Just one song. Next Tuesday. By a certain Kenny Loggins."

"No, no, no! Don't you dare!"

"I want you to play Danger Zone."

"Really? Kenny Loggins isn't metal! You know that, right?" He frowned.

You inspected your black manicure and shrugged. "Up to you, Munson. But just so you know, this friendship is on its own, how should I say it?" You tutted, "danger zone."

"Oh, fuck off!" He laughed at your lame threat.

You gave him a lopsided smile. "Your choice."

He dropped his head back and groaned. "Either kill this friendship or my reputation, huh? Is that it? Fine. whatever. Just this once. Once!"

You nodded vigorously.

"Now," he leaned over, invading your personal space, "how'd you like the band?"

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #bringing my love for top gun in this #also i kind of want to dress up like a metalhead?

[sednonamoris]

oh my god i know i'm spamming you but.. houndprice has done something to me and i need to like. talk about your fics because they have made me SO deranged and insane and like... yeah...

FIRST... vienna waits for you?!?!?! the thing in that little drabble you posted about hound holding his guts into him... im howling at the moon BRJGFOEIJF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALSOOOO!!! seeing the lines that you'd posted screenshots of (like price and the commercial or hound getting teased for their callsign) I WAS SOOO GIDDY AND SMILEY TO SEE THEM RJBFNSIKWJIUJFEUWF coming home and seeing that this was posted had me so excited i had to run a whole lap around my room and then sit back down to read it 😭😭

and the way you actually know how to write about military operations properly is both so interesting and adds to the immersion of the fic SO MUCH.. i never even bother to do research or anything but with the way it was handled in vienna was so interesting to me :3

price being described as broad.. the mentions of his eyes... tojwiojfoied... the STUBBLE? you're driving me up the fucking WALLL i adore them so so so so SOO much 😭 it's genuinely my favorite fanfic of all time and i'm so sorry for spamming your notifs but i'm so passionate about hound and price they mean the entire world and more to me

your writing is amazing and i just wanted to ramblleeee :3 have a good day fran !!!!!!! (also i'm sorry if i repeated anything 😭)

me when i think about hound and price 💯

you never have to apologize for spamming my notifs bc the fact that anyone at all enjoys my fics blows my mind!! i have never enjoyed any media a normal amount ever!!

hound and price are my war criminal babygirls and i am as obsessed with them as they are obsessed with each other 🥰 describing price through the eyes of characters that are at least a little bit in love with him is one of my top 10 passions and i’m soooo glad you enjoyed the action and the military mission aspect of vienna waits for you bc it killed me to write i was definitely lying out of my ass shdkfkgl the only things i really looked into were what a certain branch of the irish military was called and what they referred to their fancy uniforms as bc i knew it wasn’t also going to be dress blues like in the states lol

THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for reading and enjoying my writing - any time you want to talk about it or any of the coyprice stuff you’re working on my dms are open!! i hope you have a great day too!!! 🩷💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

#asks #meowtavish #any time i write about these two the hound trance takes over #tysm for the ask im so honored that you love them!! #hellhound

[askthedespairkids]

Long Live

Naomi: Okay! Okay everyone, gather around!

*The crowd gathers in front of Karma and Naomi, awaiting for what they're going to say.*

Naomi: I just want to thank everybody for tonight. It's been just magical, honestly. I can't wait for everyone to come to our reprise wedding as well. *They shook Karma a joking 'look'. The two giggle.* I just...I'm so lucky that I have you all as not just my friends. But my family. God, it feels like this past week has lasted years. But...the fact you're all here. That fact that all of us are here...I just...I'm glad we got this moment. *Her eyes look sad* ...I love all of you guys.

Shit...I might cry. *He turns away as Kyouko pats his back to comfort him*

Karma: ...Um. Yeah. Just like Naomi said. Thank you all for helping me with today. This was a crazy crazy project and honestly, it wouldn't have been possible without...*They look around the crowd* Hey, where is Junpei?

Kobo: *Casually* Oh, I think Yokozawa said he was really tired. Don't blame him with how much he exerted himself today.

*Mouths 'what did you do?'. Kobo just grins and shrugs.*

_________________

*Elsewhere, in the cold night, the sound of struggling can be hear near the Future Foundation's helipad. If you crane your neck upwards, you will see Junpei hoisted up on the flagpole at half-mast by the waistband of his white and teal briefs*

Agh...! Fucking Okanaya!

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Karma: Oh. I suppose I can't blame him for being tired. It's fine! I can just repeat this to him tomorrow! I just...wanna thank you all as well. When I came to Hope's Peak, I had no idea what it meant to be a normal teen. I...didn't exactly have a normal life. But...meeting all of you. Having friends like all of you, for the first time I think I might have the smallest idea of what a normal life for me might finally look like. You guys are the best thing that's happened to me. And Naomi...*They look at her* You are just...perfect in every way. I love you. I love that I get to have this moment with you.

Gh...now I might be the one to cry...*Sly pats their back*

Sly: Don't take away the focus.

Karma: *Their face grows serious* We had a nice night, but...we have to face reality tomorrow. The reality of our situations. *They smile genuinely* I'm just really glad. So so glad that just once we could all be here tonight.

Yuuki: *His mind trails off to think of Toson* (Not everyone...)

*Sensing what Yuuki is thinking about, she gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze*

Naomi: We don't want to end on a sour note. We just want to say...for all these years we've been able to stick together as friends. Thank you. From the bottom of both our hearts. Now, if you wanna go, we aren't going to stop you. We'll keep the music playing a bit if people wanna stay and mingle, but, um...*She and Karma look at each other with a similar glint in their eyes* I think me and my lovely spouse have exhausted ourselves tonight and are gonna turn in. Thank you guys. Truly. For everything. We'll always be in each other's hearts as a family.

#The Preparation Arc #Naomi Kizakura #Karma Graves #Junpei Yokozawa #Orochi Kamisaka #Koichi Kizakura #Ryuu Nagata #Kobo Okanaya #Yuuki Kurosaki #Maemi Watanabe #Sly #DR

[gnarlyeddy]

ok there are squids where my brain should be so this is going here i guess also tumblr isnt letting me type question marks soo thats. something

i think that Bottom Feeders that all of them are really good friends if theyre being genuine. Tangle and Fin i think would beat each other up in school bc they both had anger issues and now they just think its really funny and play it up for shits and giggles. they all hate each other for show :) maybe theyre also a lil embarrassed about how much they actually care about one another a teensy bit,,

i think that Wet Floor all started out as online friends, but Mizole and Kagi actually went to the same middle school together (Kagi being a few years older than him) and Mizole thought they were the coolest ever,,, it was kindof a new thing for Kagi bc i think maybe they were kinda made fun of for being sorta developmentally stunted D:

^adding onto that, thats why i think Kagi's skin is blue, its just a common disorder where an inkfish wont be able to shift fully from swim to kid form, thus making both forms a bit unstable and their skin being their ink color,,,i think Kagi likes to freak the others out by changing their ink to be a different color and its like "holy shit theyre ourple,,,,,,," or smth idk skfhsd3fjdhsfhjk

Paul and Murch. best friends. forever,,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

half the time Ikkan is just dry when talking cuz hes just like that, but the other half of the time hes just fucking with people and straight up lying. like "yeah man *the most deranged thing youve ever heard* happened yesterday did you not see. trust me"

for some reason i can see Murch and Harmony having a sortof rivalry or something IDK i think it would be funny when they were a bit younger than in splat3n hehe

Yoko can do a kickflip i know this in my heart

KITAMURA AND NISHIDA ARE BEST FRIENDS!!!! I KNOW THIS!!!! they are found siblings to me :DDDD

one more and the most mediocre one that i think is funny. to me Ichiya is autistic and he has a shit ton of chew necklaces because he constantly shreds them like hes so aggressive for no reason

it still wont let me type question marks where am i

OH MY GOD YESGGAGSGFGFHDHHRY THANK YOU TWIP FOR THE BASED HCS AUUU how is it that u completely read my mind for some of these . Bottom feeders fighting for fun and to let out stress meanwhile wet floor playing squid Roblox. AND AUGHH I need to think more about hte since they're the band I post about less of?? But yeah Nishi and kita practice together aaaall the time

#asks #FEEL FREE TO SEND UR HCS EVERYONE OK i will get to them eventually