#pls the first thing i thought of

[highwarlockkareena]

*boop wei wuxian*

#asiancentral #theuntameddaily #userdramas #asiandramanet #asiandramasource #cdramasource #mxtxnet #theuntamededit #chineseartistinc #fytheuntamed #tuserskc #cdrama #myuntamededit #wei wuxian #my stuff #sandushengshou #dramasource #april fools #boop #pls the first thing i thought of

[blue-mood-blue]

I’ve grown to appreciate the aus where Shen Yuan enters the story as “Shen Yuan” - same name, probably similar face, generally able to interact with PIDW as himself and change the story through his added presence. I like the sense of “if only you’d been here, things might have been better the first time around” of it all.

And I was thinking, it’s a funny coincidence in that scenario that someone named Shen Yuan gets put into… another Shen Yuan. What are the chances? What a weird twist of fate that Airplane would pick out the name that his most dedicated critic could slip into seamlessly.

What about a version where it’s not coincidence at all?

Airplane goes to school with a kid named Shen Yuan. He’s prickly and hard to approach and a little intense, but Airplane is persistent. In fairness, Airplane is relentless - and maybe it’s a good thing that they end up being friends, because they’re a little too much for anyone else to handle. They balance each other out. They’re the “weird kids” in class and they’re okay with that, because even when they don’t have any words for it, they know they’re not like their classmates, not really. That’s okay; they don’t want to be.

Recesses and breaks are consumed with the elaborate stories that Airplane wants to tell, and all the holes Shen Yuan pokes into them. It’s not mean-spirited, though, even though Shen Yuan isn’t the kind to temper his words. It’s passionate. He cares about those stories the way Airplane cares about them, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else when they lean together conspiratorially across the lunchroom table. They’ve both got notebooks filled with details and characters and monsters. Shen Yuan’s practically got a whole bestiary sketched out in wobbly childhood attempts at art, entries fervently scrawled beside them. Airplane prattles out plots nonstop, always with the promise of shining eyes and being asked “what happens next?”

They come up with a whole world together. Airplane’s going to write about it someday. Shen Yuan is going to read every word.

Shen Yuan misses school. Shen Yuan starts missing school a lot.

Airplane goes to the hospital room instead. He doesn’t think to worry, because Shen Yuan is okay - that’s what he says. He looks okay, and he’s a kid, and it doesn’t feel real that anything bad should happen to a kid. He doesn’t think to worry. He doesn’t think to say goodbye.

It’s one of the older Shen brothers who catches him on the way up to the room one day, in the hallway just outside - snaps at him to go the fuck home, and when Airplane hesitates, pushes him into the elevator and tells him not to come back. “Tells” is a generous way to describe the way the words come out - a growl, a hiss, the sound an animal would make when a hand got too close to a wound.

(It’s not fair to name a villain after him, even if the name never really comes up in the story. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He’d lost a brother minutes before, and he was getting his brother’s friend out of the way so he didn’t have to… see. It isn’t fair, but then, none of it is fair.)

Death feels very real after that.

The notebooks get shoved into a closet, and it’s not until Airplane’s moving out and one falls on him from a high shelf that he thinks about it again. He’s written things, lots of things, but nothing as ambitious as this - nothing as important. It could be good, he considers. He’d promised. Shen Yuan wanted to read it.

The problem was that no one else does, not for a long time, not until Airplane has whittled himself and his art into a corner and into such an unfamiliar shape that he has to wonder how it’s still his own face he sees in the mirror. He has to eat. He has to pay rent. Shen Yuan would yell at him, but Shen Yuan isn’t there to yell at him, and who cares. Who cares if it could have been better? The people who actually are here love it, and it’s paying his bills, and sometimes stories don’t go the way they’re supposed to and the world is fucking unfair. It doesn’t matter.

(It does. But he shoves that thought away along with styrofoam cups and soda bottles to the bottom of a garbage bag.)

Authors are not gods and their power is limited, but Airplane exercises just a sliver of what he’s been granted and gifts an inconsequential sort of immortality. He thinks about making him a rogue cultivator, maybe the kind that goes around documenting beasts and compiling his findings. He thinks about making him someone too powerful for death to touch, or too important to threaten, but when Airplane looks at the world he crafted and everything that’s become of it, it feels like the kindest thing he can do for Shen Yuan is a childhood where he’s loved, and a death that’s peaceful. What does it say about that world, that he’d kill off his best friend too early again instead of making him live there?

(The best writing he ever does is the only, shining moment of humanity that his scum villain ever displays: a lament about death that comes too early, about a brother gone too soon. The commenters praise him. The commenters flatter over how real the emotions feel. The commenters don’t get any response from Airplane on that chapter.)

Death is incredibly real when it comes for him too early, too, still hovering over his keyboard with the story technically finished and incredibly incomplete. Airplane could tell himself that’s because the written version can never be the version in the writer’s head, always shifting and with every possibility still on the table, but he knows better than that. The System knows better than that, with its condescending message about “improving” his writing and “closing plot holes” and “achieving his original vision”...

…and he’s a child again. He’s a child in his own story, he’s Shang Qinghua now without the benefit yet of a peak or cultivation or anything, and maybe he’s a little bitter, and a little scared, and…

And Shen Yuan - with longer hair, with robes, with a couple of older kids watching him from across the street, but undeniably the prickly little boy who used to sit down imperiously across from him and tell him everything that was wrong with the chuck of writing that had been handed to him last period, but with that smile that said he was only invested because he knew it could be better and they were going to make it better - marches up to him with a fire in his eyes and a frown that warns of a coming tirade.

“You told it wrong,” is the first thing he says.

Shang Qinghua wants to ask how him how he’s here, how this is possible, or maybe laugh because, yeah - yeah, Shen Yuan has no goddamn idea how wrong he got absolutely everything.

(Shang Qinghua wants to say “I missed you” and “why did you leave so soon” but he’s here now. He’s right here.)

“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry. It all kind of… spiraled out of control.”

Shen Yuan frowns, but then it dissipates the way it always does, and his eyes shine with ideas the way they always used to. “That’s okay,” he relents, grabbing for his hand. “We’ll fix it. We’ll make it what it was supposed to be.”

#scum villain self saving system #svsss #shang qinghua #shen yuan #airplane shooting towards the sky #this got more into the feelings than i thought it would #surprising no one #anyway just! childhood friends au! as a reason for a shen yuan insert! #obviously he is not going to die as a child in this version #shang qinghua would not have that nope not again #also pls consider poor shen jiu who looks at this child that shen yuan has picked out for a best friend like '...really? that one??' #(it's up to you if he's shen yuan's actual brother from his first life) #(put there's a part of me that likes the idea that shen jiu also gets a second chance to spend more time with his brother) #a second chance for them to grow up together! #THAT SAID #RIP TO SHANG QINGHUA #WHEN SHEN YUAN IS OLD ENOUGH TO LEARN ABOUT ALL THE PAPAPA #the LOOKS shang qinghua is going to get #anyway here have a thing because I CANNOT add another au to my drafts thank you and goodbyyyyye

[ryllen]

#mtas #my time at sandrock #mtas wei #mtas builder #fanart #i found my true love target ; v ; #the smiling type is the ones that truly snatch my heart #they bring me the utmost joy #as much ironic it is unsuur makes me unsure of the rest of the stage after confession #i just thought i marry him in case the builder parents come and there would be some kind of scene over it like in portia #till the very last minute my heart was somehow still half in about it #tho in the game unsuur is read very close as 'unsure' i actually pronounce it differently bcs it's close to something in my language #unsur : means element; i thought that's nice bcs it feels closely to rock related thing #https://translate.google.com/?sl=id&tl=en&text=unsur&op=translate #if anyone even interest the slightest on how it sounds when pronounced by me here's the google translate link #but yea i'm dying that it is literally being pronounced 'unsure' #pls help him he just needs to be given a chance to command so he can learn to do independent thinking from experience #like yeah probably there would be lots of mistake at first #but u're like a mom justice who decides everything for the child so when u ask the child they just be like don't know ask mom fshdshd #he needs to be put out there #or had that been done justice if so i am sorry ; v ; #but seriously i'm dying when i kept adventuring with justice and logan and unsuur was just told to wait like a puppy fhsdh #he needs to be taught how to decide things by himself seriously #it's honestly hard to write unsuur's character #like no matter how u tried somehow it doesn't feel as close as funny or as serious deadpan like the original #wei here is like a piece of white paper i can scribble whatever i want #it's unexpected #but i ended up liking wei

[holyfacehead]

lottielee brainrot

#lottielee #pictures of us by beabadobee is so lottie matthews #why has no one edited them to that audio yet pls pls pls #laura lee #lottie matthews #yellowjackets #i had this sitting rotting disintegrating in my gallery for a week now thought it deserves to see the light of day #also this is my first digi art yay (will probably be the last.. why is drawing digitally literally the hardest thing ever) #sticking to my pencil and paper now thank you very much #ew the quality

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 03: first kiss

a/n: not sure if I vibe with this part, but I hope it's okay. also don't think you're getting fluff

A broken heart is such a thing that will make you live either in the past or in the future; never in the present moment. Lovesickness feels like a virus is attacking the very fabric of your universe, distorting time and space and leaving you floating; directionless and hurting. 

That is how Steve feels as he goes through the motions of his life, getting his kids ready for finals, for their oral and written exams, or planning end-of-year school trips. While school provides a great distraction and he has mastered the art of switching into teacher mode almost effortlessly, he feels like he’s just an inch or two beside himself. Beside where he should be. 

He’s dwelling in the past or mourning dozens of possible futures, an infinity of them that will end up unrealised, unlived, unloved. His heart is heavy all the time, his head hurting, and his phone chiming with an endless string of messages that go unopened, unreplied. 

It’s been a few weeks since the engagement party, since he last saw Eddie — who asked if he was okay, who has been asking to see him again, to hang out, have a drink, just catch up. But every time he does, Steve just hurts, and he finds excuses. 

— Sorry, it’s finals season, I’ll be spread thin for the next few weeks :(

Eddie had replied with a litany of sad, brokenhearted emojis that were at equal measures ridiculous as they were exactly what Steve was feeling. Is feeling. Will probably always be feeling, for the rest of his life and beyond. 

So far, Eddie hasn’t asked him to be his best man. Steve sort of doesn’t want to give him the opportunity for that. He’s cowardly enough to wish he could avoid Eddie forever if only that meant he wouldn’t have to see his face fall and crumble when he tells him, No. 

No, I can’t be your best man. I can’t make it to the wedding. I can’t make it, I can’t do this, I can’t stand by and watch as you show me and the rest of the world that your dream life is not with me. Never with me. I can’t hand you over when all I wanna do is hold you. Hold your hand. Walk you down the aisle and then sweep you up in my arms, just to run out, run away; anywhere, as long as it’s with you. 

It doesn’t make sense. There won’t be an aisle, there won’t be any sweeping, there won’t be a future for them. Never has been. Not like this. 

Although there was a brief moment in time where their futures almost aligned. Almost. The timing was never right, though, stumbling through the motions and currents of two lost boys’ emotions. But it was almost there, almost enough.

And it's what's been on Steve's mind all week, playing and replaying, tearing at him from the inside out, leaving him with a jigsaw puzzle of infinite pieces of could have beens, would have beens, and what ifs.

"You know," he tells Robin one evening, who has practically moved in now, claiming that broken hearts are best nursed together. "I was actually Eddie's first kiss."

To her credit, Robin doesn't drop the carton pizza at Steve's non-sequitur. She just swallows hard and looks at him in that careful way she has now, where she's trying to read him and ask his eyes to tell her what it is that she should say next. It's frustrating. It's the greatest kindness anyone has ever shown him. It makes him want to punch a wall, and it makes him want to wrap her in the warmest hug and never, ever let her go.

"You were?"

Steve just nods, his lips trembling as his throat closes up again.

"No," she says in the gentlest voice, taking his hand as she guides him to the living room couch. "I didn't know that. Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shakes his head, tucking his feet under her thigh and leaning sideways against the backrest of the couch. His head is heavy and he's tired. He's always tired, even though he doesn't cry as much anymore. It's been four weeks since the engagement party.

"No, I just, uh– Just wanted to say that."

She nods, her eyes boring into him for two, three, four seconds before she finally turns to her pizza.

He looks past her, his eyes unfocused as his mind travels back to that day when they were still in high school.

~*~

The day that Eddie told him he was gay. And Steve had asked how he knew, because he'd been wondering about his own sexuality.

"I don't know, I just know."

"Well, have you ever kissed a boy?"

And Eddie had blushed a little, charred with his feet in the dirt like he always did – still does. "No."

"Okay."

And Steve, ten years ago, had thought, why not kill two birds with one stone. "Would you like to?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I mean, I'm kinda on the fence about it? Sometimes I think I might like guys, but then other times not so much. But I've never kissed one either, so," he shrugged. "If you, like, want to? We can."

"You want me to kiss you?" Eddie sounded incredulous, but his eyes were very big, very dark, very vulnerable. And it was not a no.

"Only if you want to."

A grin split Eddie's face then and he raised his eyebrows suggestively, but there was something forced about it. "Well, what If I fall madly in love with you, Steve Harrington, hm? What then?"

"Oh, please," Steve had only snorted; the thought that Eddie would fall for him out of all people was just too absurd.

And then something had shifted between them, the air turned into something sizzling as Eddie's smile fell and he stepped closer to Steve, raising one hand to his cheek.

"Here goes my first kiss," he murmured.

"Ever?"

"If we discount Lisa from kindergarten, then yes."

Steve huffed, looking down at Eddie's lips, the moment strangely intimate – but not uncomfortably so. Being this close to Eddie wasn't something new, Steve was used to his friend's tactile nature. "Fuck Lisa from kindergarten."

"I'd really rather not," Eddie smiled before finally, finally leaning in and capturing Steve's lips in a kiss.

To this day, Steve is not sure why he went and deepened the kiss like he did. Was it because he knew this was Eddie's first and he wanted to make it good, make it last? Was it because something deep inside of him knew that he liked boys, too, and that he liked Eddie, even though that realisation wouldn't come for another year at least?

He doesn't know why, but he feels it on his lips still, the memory of their first kiss. Their only kiss. A spectacular one that ended with twin smiles after Steve showed Eddie how to move his lips, how to tilt his head, how to open his mouth to let him in. How to capture the little sigh that he would make.

Eddie had looked at him, a little dazed, and Steve grinned at him, delighted at his expression more than at the kiss itself.

"A-And did you," Eddie started, pulling his hands away from Steve and shoving them deeply into his pockets. "Did you get any closer to, uh, to finding out?"

"If I like guys?"

Eddie nodded.

Steve thought about it; about the kiss and how it wasn't as soft as making out with Nancy or Allison. How he would swallow their moans and run his hands along their soft bodies. Eddie wasn't like that. Eddie was just Eddie.

"I think I'll just stick with girls for now," he shrugged with a smile, patting Eddie on the shoulder and squeezing lightly when the other boy began to sway a little.

"Suit yourself, Harrington," Eddie said, shoving him a little. "But you're missing out."

Years later, Eddie had drunkenly confessed to him that he'd had a crush on Steve back then. For years. And Steve had wanted to ask about it, ask if it's still there, that crush, that connection on a deeper, closer level; but then Eddie told him, "Remember Chrissy? We're official now."

And all the words had died on Steve's lips. All those questions, or the confession that, Yeah, me too. Though Steve's crush on Eddie was much later, years after their first kiss, – and it never really ended.

Still hasn't. And it's not a crush. It's more. It's everything.. He's in love. In it. Caught, stuck, trapped inside, while Eddie and everyone else is on the outside, just watching him struggle.

~*~

Later that night, on his umpteenth re-run of the First Kiss Episode that's keeping him from falling asleep, leaving him frustrated and sad and wondering, his phone rings. Eddie's name pops up on the screen, the impersonal Eddie Munson feels like a knife through his heart. He couldn't bear any of the silly nicknames that Eddie's always had in his phone, and needed to go back to a clean slate.

It hurts, though. He watches, considering to let it go to voicemail – but he hasn't talked to his... to Eddie in four weeks. Barely even talked to him on his engagement party.

And even though there's a chance opening for Eddie to ask him or to talk about his wedding, Steve answers the call.

"Stevie," Eddie says, somewhere between a sigh and a hum, and immediately takes away Steve's breath.

"Hi," he rasps. His heart is racing, his hands begin to tremble and he's shaking even under the thick, warm blanket.

"Did I wake you?"

He hums a negative, not trusting himself to speak, and it comes out a pathetic croak, because God, he missed Eddie. Part of him was missing – part of him will always be missing now, he knows –, and it makes him cry. It's not a sob, not a wail, not anything that Eddie can hear or something that would alarm Robin in the other room.

They're silent tears, and he presses his face into the pillow. He should hang up.

"Stevie?" Eddie asks again, his voice so small, so gentle, so worried. "Are you okay?" And after a moment of Steve being unresponsive because he can't catch his breath without gasping, Eddie asks, "Are you crying?"

And just like a kid that tries to be brave through the pain after falling down, but breaks the moment someone asks if they're hurt, Steve lets out a tiny, broken little sob.

"Oh, Stevie baby," Eddie sighs, and he sounds so sad, so compassionate, Steve never wants to hear his name like that ever again. "Do you want me to come over?"

"No," he croaks pathetically, hitting himself once, twice, three times for not keeping it together. For not being strong enough.

I can't do this.

"What do you need?"

"Sleep," he sniffles, stupidly.

"Okay. Then I'll stay here and be silent company, yeah? Don't need to be alone. Is Robin there?" He hums again, affirmative. "Good. Want me to say something? Read to you, tell you a story? Play you some music or–"

"Eddie," Steve manages. I love you. "Just silence? But you don't have to."

"Nah, I'll stay with you," Eddie says before Steve even finished his objections. "Until you've fallen asleep, yeah?"

Steve just nods into his pillow, even though Eddie can't see or hear it.

He's watching the seconds turn into minutes as the time passes. He's so tired, but he doesn't want to let go yet. Not when Eddie is right there. Not when there's still the phantom feeling of his lips capturing Steve's, a memory that is ten years old and still as strong as the very first second.

He should have known, then. Should have leaned in for another kiss, should have told Eddie that he knows he's into boys now, too, and ask Eddie to keep kissing him.

He shouldn't have taken years.

He should have created a new world just for the two of them, with an infinite amount of futures, and all go them happy. All of them SteveAndEddie.

But he didn't. And he wants to apologise. For being so slow, for not knowing until it was too late. For pulling away these past few weeks when that's the last thing he ever wants to do. For not being strong enough; for being too weak.

I'm in love with you, he thinks. Over and over and over. Mouths it voicelessly into the silence between them. Says it out loud when after almost two hours, Eddie hangs up with a quiet, "Good night, Stevie. I miss you." He says it when Eddie's gone, the beep of an empty line the only response he gets before that cuts out, too.

And then he's all alone again.

tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen @livsters @eddiemunchondeeznuts @abstractnaturaldisaster @steddie-as-they-go @hyperfixationgoddess @goodolefashionedloverboi @stxrcrossed186 @imzadidragonfly @eddiemunsonswife @bidisastersworld @ghost-ly-s @romanticdestruction @walkingaftermidnight07 @anaibis @rainydays35 @mightbeasleep @sunfloweringstories @korixae and thanks to everyone who said nice things about this 🤍🌷

come back tomorrow for: here come the tears (and hurt/comfort, maybe) | read part 4 here

#steddie fic #steddie #steddie week fic #steddieweek2023 #maybe I'll write the first kiss scene as one later. when my eyes dont hurt and the thought of posting doesnt make my brain eat itself #will I ever post a steddie week thing not around 2am?? -- unlikely #the emotions are dulled unless they are sharp because heartache is fun like that (and so is anxiety can I get a wahoo) #dio words #I hope I got all the tags I dont think there were any requests in reblogs but if I missed them pls dont be mad 🥺

[cubedmango]

「30歳まで売れないとアイドルになれるらしい」 (from cherry magic volume 12 special edition) — english translation

#cherry magic #my translation #ok immediately massive disclaimer there was a bunch of idol fandom+music+fashion terms in here ive never heard of so stuff might be v wrong #pls have mercy i tried my best with whatever info i could find 🙏 #also another small t/n for a thing i Do know about . so on pg 4 kurosawa actually says '好きなんだよ' which has no object specifically #so the thing he says he likes depends wholly on context #since he says that straight up first it could be interpreted as him saying 'i like You' which is why adachi goes 'whuh???' and turns red- #-in the next panel for a second anyway before kurosawa clarifies that he means the songs #(but maybe he was backpedaling and was actually saying that he likes adachi at first . hmmmmm) #but yeah i couldnt find any good way to actually make that work in english so i thought ill have it in the tags at least #i wonder if sensei will continue this AU like she did wizardsawa that would be cool.... theres so much potential

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

Ok but can we talk about the absolute horror of being watched and monitored 24/7 that the ancients must have had. The citizenship drones being like an Alexa that's constantly following and listening to you (except it's five pebbles and not Alexa lmao). The fucking OVERSEERS. THEY'RE CALLED THAT FOR A REASON. BECAUSE THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING THEIR CITIZENS AS WELL AS THE ENVIRONMENT ALL THE TIME. (I would talk about the fact that they all show arti fucking ads as well but honestly idk what else to say about that. Capitalism got yet another society 😔). That's some fucking nightmare fuel dystopian society settings we are being hinted at. You know the Big Brother Is Watching You thing. The book. Yeah that's what it reminds me of.

The Iterator Is Watching You.

#imagine not being able to escape being watched any second of your life #imagine being one of the first ancients who saw an iterator come into being #imagine being one of the first ancients who had to go live on top of them #imagine being one of the first amcients to be constantly scrutinized by the overseers #i bet they knew this wasn't really a good thing #no matter how religious they were. by the time of pebbles though they were far too religiously indoctrinated to realize this was bad #(as a society i mean. theres always some who disagree and figure out what's going on) #disclaimer i have never read the book i am talking about and only know it through references and pop culture. still tho yk what i mean #rain world #rainworld #rain world iterator #rw iterator #iterator #rw five pebbles #five pebbles #im tagging him too even tho hes only mentioned i wanna reach more ppl with this #pls i may not have said everything i wanted to say cause i cant get my thoughts straight rn but i want to hear what yall think about this #agh the whole situation is so fucked imagine being the Big Brother in this and not even having a choice in it. #imagine that everyone with critical thinking knows this and cant do anything about it. #not even mentioning the cataclysmic level rain the iterators brought. like dude who thought this was a good idea. #imagine all this + the end of the world and its ecosystem as you know it happening right before your eyes #and you cant even blame the person at fault that much bc they were literally fucking born into this #rw overseer #forgot this one #rw ancients

[edgelite]

#done in like 3 minutes Pls clap #JDHSJSJSJ its the first thing i thought of when i saw this video IDK WHYYYY #cm punk

[delta-piscium]

The first signs that Steve is getting a migraine are always ones he can’t identify until it’s too late. Things he dismisses as they occur but in hindsight knows what they meant.

The first one is a general feeling of something being wrong. But, he lives in Hawkins and a general feeling of something being wrong comes with the goddamn area code. So, a hard one to identify.

The second sign is that he’s unusually tired. But again, he lives in fucking Hawkins which is halfway to hell. And he’s been fighting devils since he was sixteen and had nightmares for just as long. So being unusually tired is actually pretty usual.

The third sign is irritability. He always feels too guilty about it to acknowledge it or look too closely though. He shoves it down and forgets what it might mean, doesn’t put it together with the other things.

The fourth sign is a sharp pain in his temples, like someone is trying to jam a pencil through them. This is when he should be alerted to what’s happening but he’ll most often write it off as a normal headache, after all, he’s rarely without one.

The fifth sign is his face going numb, combined with a dull heaviness like his cheeks suddenly have a weight in them. This is when he gets suspicious, thinking back to the other signs but he’ll still be in denial. Determined that if he just ignores it, it will go away.

The sixth sign is nausea. Something slimy that sticks in his throat and deep in his gut. This is when he resigns himself to his fate. It’s also when it’s too late because he’s been ignoring signs one through five and his migraine is about to go from something lurking in the corners to fully in his face, literally.

read the rest on ao3

#this fic has been driving me crazy- lost my mind several times so pls read it I would appreciate that so much #thank u ames for all the halp <3 #didn't fade to black for the first time and that's just a whole thing isn't it?? #so like mmh yeah okay im posting this and going to bed here have it #my writing #my fic #my post #dels steddie thoughts #steve x eddie #steddie fic #ao3 fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

#the vibes are really important #the first part is just formality #monster #tumblr polls #polls #random polls #tumblr #I thought for a second to include the vibe of walrus on your doorstep but that is being rubbed raw by usage #my polls #create a monster #pls let this thing have a head #like #pls #let it not be just teeth and vibes #or cat #let it be more than just a cat #bc I realize the vibes are pointing to cat #but the purring makes sense okay #think blue avatar movie one

[eksperimentgaj]

hey, look, I managed to draw something

danger noodle/medusa (with Lando being the biggest danger noodle in the picture)

inspired by Mr. Norris' Vegas helmet

#f1 #formula 1 #lando norris #ln4 #mclaren f1 #f1 art #my art #pls ignore singapore/japan suit #tried to change it to the vegas one but it just looks better like this #ref photo i think is quite obvious lol #ever since i saw it i knew i want to draw it #as for the title... thought of something more serious #but snek memes won #also the whole thing turned out way more dramatic than i intended it to?? #not counting secret santa stuff it's the first drawing i post in almost 2 years #time flies huh? #not quite satisfied with shading but it goes well with the stained glass aesthetic i think #and yes hair were supposed to be like this #wanted to make it bit like mucha - turned out... not very mucha but okay nevertheless??

[theinfinitedivides]

Sa Rang's halmeoni the minute she decides to adopt Won as her de facto grandson-in-law despite telling him he's only candidate n.1:

#tv: king the land #king the land #lee junho #junho 2pm #kim young ok #kdrama #local gay watches KTL (and gets diabetes in the process).txt #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #pls enjoy my very badly photoshopped meme bc it's true. she's opening a housing account for him feeding him teaching him #how to be a househusband and you thought this wouldn't be the first thing that entered my head. idk what y'all are on you should #know me by now sksksksk #this meme also applies for halmeoni btw. if anything happens to her i will kill everyone in the drafting room and then myself

[skitskatdacat63]

Notes:

I think I definitely like the original versions more than the edited ones. I'm more happy with the grumpy Fernando one, whereas the bratty Seb one made me want to cease painting forever. So hopefully he looks good?????? I'm sure I'll soften on it, but yeah, not TOO pleased with it right now. His facial expressions are so cute and dynamic and unique until you have to try and paint it and then you dont love him anymore(kidding ofc, how could I ever hate my beloved boy king 🥺)

Anyways, these are them:

#the caption is a multi-pronged reference so if you get it you get it 🤭 #hint: the quote is both a translation of a vettonso thing but its also not...exact. i added a little spice to it #so yeah translate all of that first(the first part of the quote wont work in google translate tho) #and then also the rest of the caption is both a reference to a real life thing but also me making it AUified !! #hehehe let me know your thoughts 🤭 was so fucking pleased w it when i first told C about it #ngl putting that quote was the main thing pushing me thru finishing the seb one #im like CMON YOU CAN DO IT!! IF YOU FINISH IT YOU CAN PUT YOUR SILLY LATIN JOKE!!! YOU LOVE LATIN!! #anyways i drafted this before i even really started the seb one #and my god LOOK AT THEIR HAND SIZE DIFFERENCE WOOF WOOF WOOF #did you guys notice...seb's ring...his wedding...ring? 🤭🤭🤭 #wanted to add one to nando but his left ring finger isnt really visible but just so you know hes wearing it #I have a lot of thoughrs about rings and ungloved vs gloved hands grrrrrrr #theres a lot of meaning in it to me and it adds to their characterization so ill try and make a post abt thay sometime ! #anyways pls enjoy the fruits of my labor..... #vettonso so good it makes me PAINT TWO PORTRAITS #i think before this au i was kinda trying to get away from painting csuse it stressed me out too much #and then the vettonso brainrot is so horrinle that im willing to paint for like...an undisclosed amnt of time #undisclosed not bcs im being secretive but bcs i have no idea and irs 6 am and i have school JSKFLVL #okay bur yes yes please enjoy. and enjoy my suffering as a purveyor of vettonso 🥹 id do anything for my lieges #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso #vettonso #catie.art. #boy king au

[pyromaniac-cyndaquil]

'Nemona isn't an interesting rival/character, her only personality is battling' is a take I can understand pre area zero, but I don't get how anyone can reach the credits and still think that, tbh. My opinion of her SKYROCKETED during the final arc, I think she's tied for my favourite character now.

Spoilers for the endgame, but I'm gonna rant about why Nemona is amazing and far more than people give her credit for:

Nemona has a happy life. Her parents love her, she's from a successful and wealthy family, she's top of her classes and student council president and is pretty well liked - all things that very much work as narrative foils to Penny and Arven.

As such though, it means she's not got deep rooted trauma or fear or conflict to work through as much as the others - but not every character needs this kinda thing. Nemona still develops and has a fleshed out personality - it's just not thrown in your face quite as much as it is with Arven.

She's very obviously some form of neurodivergent to start with - battling is clearly her hyperfixation, and she desperately wants to share that with her friends. The thought of a good fight sends her blood boiling in a good way, and one isn't enough! She needs another battle - no - twenty!

(side note: ppl acting like she's weird/yandere/monika ddlc for always wanting to battle the mc is wild. During the team star battle she's just put out, and saying she's the only one they need to battle is bc she wanted a third battle right as they entered the city and mc needed a break, but now they're up and battling again. She's also not fixated on battling them specifically - just people in general. She's hyped for the idea of mc becoming a worthy rival, that's all!)

She's a very understanding and patient rival, which is kind of ironic with how quickly she rushes into things and doesn't always think things through. She wants to make sure she's getting into a fair fight, especially if she knows her opponent is less experienced. Once she realises she got overexcited and terastillised her pokemon before the protag had an orb of their own, she immediately rushes to the school to pull some strings so they'll be on even footing again next time.

She's absolutely AWESTRUCK by the idea of fighting giant monsters. She's living the dream in area zero. The thought of other people fighting giant monsters makes them the coolest people in the world to her and she sees it as an honour.

A lot of her tactlessness comes in at this point - hearing her friends talk about painful memories and sheer terror involving big scary pokemon just has her excitedly hoping she can meet and battle whatever pokemon it was. She seems to struggle a lot to piece together tone and body language to figure out what's appropriate to say, but it's very obviously not meant maliciously and may even be her roundabout way of trying to help... It's clearly not what the others want nor need to hear, but I definitely think there's more to it than just 'OOOOH COOL SCARY THING':

Nemona is FIERCELY protective. She knows she's strong and she isn't afraid of anything that's happening here. She knows if anything were to happen, she's got the confidence to take on anything and keep her friends safe.

Arven's having a crisis from a lot of extremely painful memories he has of area zero. Penny is feeling pretty jumpy at everything and desperately trying to figure out what the hell happened down here. The protag is worried for their friends AND they're torn up about not knowing what's wrong with Koraidon/Miraidon. Nemona is being strong for all of them. She can show them she's not scared and that she's ready for everything. Hell, she promised to protect them all so. Many times. If she treats this like a fun group outing, maybe it'll become one.

Any time bickering starts in area zero, she tries her best to get them all to calm down and get along again - misunderstandings happen! She's overly optimistic for the dragon 'family reunion' and doesn't even register that it's not a positive one because she wants to see the best in everyone. Sure, that's a trait that could get her into trouble, but she has her friends to drag her head out of the clouds. (Note that she still stood protectively over Koraidon/Miraidon the entire time the other one was approaching, though. Regardless of her words she was still picking up on the danger there.)

She sees how down everyone is once they get out of the crater and her immediate reaction is to coax them all into going home the long way and making it into an adventure. Mc and Penny are generally feeling down and Arven and Koraidon/Miraidon have been through. So much. She wants to get the group laughing and smiling together again, to remind them that they have reasons to smile again, and that they are loved.

Nemona may not have a big deep tragic backstory, but she's the heart of the group. She's their light.

#pokemon #nemona #champion nemona #pokémon scarvio #pokemon sv spoilers #I'm not sure how well i got my thoughts across here but!!!! i wanted to share! #nemona is. so so good #she's such a sweetheart she's trying her best she just wants her friends to be happy!!!!! #i wasnt sure what i thought at first bc she's hardly present in victory road but!!!! i think she's my favourite rival now! #also I'm not autistic or anything myself so like. #if anyone has any corrections/things they think need changing when i mentioned nemona's neurodivergency pls let me know #pyro's thoughts

[alullinchaos]

okay a poll for the fndm!

#rwby #rwby ost #tried to do either the first lyric or the one i thought of as most iconic #not skewing the results by saying my personal favorite but i can say #i genuinely thought “i may fall” was the v3 opening . good thing i checked the rwby wiki and was corrected #<3333 enjoy. pls dont rig im trying to get an actual survey

[cloudyyangel]

Gojo finds it hard to sleep most nights since meeting you.

2.2k, sfw, reader is gender neutral im pretty sure, maybe a little bit of angst with gojo’ s thoughts but honestly he’s a tall bottle of angst and wonderfully soft hair

You’re breathing steadily, chest rising and falling with each deep pull and push of your lungs. Your eyelids move occasionally, following along with some dream that he isn’t privy too. (You’ll tell him in the morning, something he always looks forward to as you retell those weird little dreams with too many hand gestures and the drink swishing around in your mug.) Your fingers twitch minutely and he wants to touch them- feel the breath in lungs, the blood rushing in your veins, the life in you. You’re breathing, moving, dreaming- all signs point to life.

Yet, he doesn’t believe it. Won’t believe that you can lay there so unaware of what could happen at any second. He doesn’t believe that you spent so many nights alone with no one to watch you, to keep you safe. It burns in his eyes and fingers to think of you sleeping so carelessly, so deep and sweetly. No matter how tired he is, the bags under his eyes and the lines creasing around his face, he won’t look away. He knows you would be upset- coaxing him so gently to lay beside you and slip into sleep. And he knows he would give in so easily to you, he always does. Your skin pressed to his as he finally relaxes and the tension spills from his bones- sleeping, dreaming, unaware, vulnerable, in danger, bloodied, scared-

He shakes his head a bit, white locks shifting with the motion as he blinks the fear away, blue eyes focusing back on your face. He shouldn’t be so fearful- the most powerful socercer who could rival God but won’t in fear of his own humanity. He exorcised every curse in the area, gotten rid of a few troublesome humans, even fixed that wobbly front step for you. Technically, this is the safest area in Japan after he cleared it out. Mainly as an over the top, grand display of his affection for you. Secretly as a grand display of his anxiety and stomach churning panic that happens whenever he thinks about you too much.

If asked, you couldn’t pinpoint when he started sleeping over; when his boots took up space in your closet or his cologne crowding your counter. You couldn’t tell for certain when preferred pillows became a thing (he needed the less lumpy one for his delicate hair) or when you would both wake up on early mornings pressed together. It seemed natural to you, just a common thing that happened- casual dating turns into a relationship at some point. Even with the great playboy Gojo Satoru (something you learn is greatly exaggerated; that image doesn’t match with the Gojo Satoru who gets excited over matching pajamas and rushes home with the newest B rated movie you both cringed over during the trailer. But most things with Gojo aren’t what they seem, you’ve learned).

He knows the exact time and date, the moment he knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t, leave you anymore. It was already a struggle, letting your hand drop from his as he left you at the front door, or reluctantly hung up the phone when he was away on missions and aching to hear you. It came one evening at the end of a perfect date. The sun setting in a blend of oranges and pinks, the spring breeze blowing the scent of cherry blossoms through the air as you both walked through your quiet neighborhood. Thats when the facade of ease broke within him- shattering like a thousand windows being blown out by a hurricane. Blood freezing in his veins, eyes widened behind his glasses, his lungs capsizing in the panic. The strongest sorcerer brought to a blood chilling stop by a foot tall curse wobbling on stubby legs nearby, some product of an angry neighbor. Fushiguro could have gotten rid of it as a child it was so low grade, but that was it for Gojo. A thickness coated his heart upon seeing you casually walk by- a sweet, wonderful, loving human unaware of slimy fingers reaching towards you, brushing the fabric of your clothes and soaking into you as it grumbled and teetered closer.

The attack was swift and unnoticed- a simple swipe of Gojo’s long fingers and it was gone without a trace. You didn’t even stutter as you continued talking about a work incident, swinging his hand in yours. Completely unaware of the dangers that lurked in your own neighborhood. He didn’t break either, throwing in little comments and light chuckles during your story. You didn’t notice subtle turns of his head sweeping over every inch of the houses cramped closed together. That was the last night he left you. A quick kiss on the doorstep, his forehead pressed to yours as he worked up the will to part with you. It took you a while to fall asleep, for him to see all of your lights go off from his spot down the street, hidden by the trees. He waited a few more moments before the stillness of your house assured him it was fine to leave. The last time he would.

The curse stayed with him long after- filling the corners of his heart and his mind that maybe if it was a higher grade, more than one, violent or a threat; the fingers that brushed you would have taken you from him too. After that night of no sleep and more exorcising than he had done in a while, he started leaving pieces of himself behind in your place, reasons to come over more often and reasons to stay. Reasons for him to show up unannounced on your doorstep with a wide grin and a loud greeting, lanky frame sliding past you with a lament of a forgotten shirt. Not that he truly needed a reason; not when your presence was the only thing that soothed him and made him feel alive for the first time in years. He knew how easily love could be taken from him, how easily you could be gone one day and leave him alone again. How easy it was for him to picture your mangled and bloodied body slumped against the wall. It feels like an illicit affair to him, the need to keep you hidden and safe, tucked away in his arms so nothing can touch you again. (Those thoughts came only when he was away, when your voice was staticky in his mind and the anxiety creeped up his throat at the thought of what is happening to you right now where are you who are you with they can’t protect you only he can only he can)

Somehow, in all of God’s graces that he doesn’t deserve, you accept it. Accept him staying over, intruding on your place and your life, welcoming him each and every time with open arms and a warm embrace. You don’t know, maybe never will, the thoughts and pain he goes through when he’s away from you and has flashbacks to the past like a never ending movie playing in his mind. It’s a loop in his mind- curses and blood and his name falling for the last time from lips he knew too well. It’s overwhelming for Gojo, heart-rate picking up and skin crawling from the tips of his fingers to his lungs. By God’s grace, the film stops, negative strip burning up whenever he sees you and hears the life in you- the heartache replaced with your soothing presence. Gojo can’t always have that calmness and night is where the anxiety sets in again, when he wants to swallow you whole and keep you safe in his bones. You’ll be safe with him, always with him only with him just stay with him forever and let him protect you because he can’t lose someone else again not you -

He’s broken out of his spiraling thoughts suddenly. Your breathing catches and he’s instantly dangling over you, limbs caging you in as his eyes frantically search for for wounds, blood, knives poking out or curses leeching from your lungs, perhaps a hand protruding from your chest with your bloodied, too good for this world heart in its claws, or-

“Fuck!” You scream, palms thrusting upwards and making him tumble from the bed. You follow quickly, catching him by the shoulders to push him flat on his back, an elbow finding its way to his chest. Just like he taught you and despite the sharp pain in his lung, he feels proud of you. You listen to him at his worst anxieties and take all his lessons with good graces.

There’s a few moment where your elbow increases in pressure with a confused daze until the moonlight catches his hair, dazzling eyes find yours. “Satoru what the hell?” You croak out, sleep still lingering in your throat that doesn’t match the scared eyes glaring down at him.

“Hi sweetie.” He huffs past your elbow crushing his throat and you let up with a gasp. “Nice turn around. That reaction time was great. You’re getting better and better. Maybe soon you can-“

“Toru,” your voice cuts him off and instantly he’s at peace. Heavily lidded eyes and a deflated chest as he looks up at your face. With the moonlight coming in, he’s never seen a more perfect angel and his heart seizes, those three devastating words on the tip of his tongue as he stares up at you. He wants to say them, every minute of every damn day, but just like always- it catches before he can admit the phrase that will once again damn him.

A sigh leaves your own tongue, head tilted to regard him. You know it’s pointless to argue, he’s too sly and silver tongued, and your bed is right there. Satoru might be over dramatic, an actor and outrageous at time- but you love him and can see the murkiness beneath his eyes. You give him slack for incidents like this. A lot of slack. And 3am is not the time to dig into his past no matter how much you want cradle him against your chest and let him release that pain. You sigh again, sitting back on his thighs and pushing yourself up. He stays underneath you, gazing up in awe with his lower jaw twitching with silent words. “Come to bed.”

That’s the true blow for him. The innocent in the command, the softness of your voice as you grip his shoulders and pull him up. He goes wordlessly, effortlessly, as you sit him on the edge of the bed. You catch his gaze, brillant blue looking up at you with such adoration it’s embarrassing and makes you shove him back onto the pillows. The two of you mold together seamlessly- your leg over his hip, his arm under your neck, you breath caressing his neck and his lips buried in your head.

He hates it. Hates how easily he melts, how quickly his guard is dropped with you in his arms. Hates how all his own curses and demons disappear with your touch. He thinks that you’re truly the most powerful, able to banish the curses in his mind that he cannot. How can he rival God when you’re the one who brings him to his knees, killing the demons surrounding him with a simple cradle of your fingers. Just a simple human and he’s broken.

He hates that he doesn’t notice the sun until it’s rising in the sky, late morning and even the birds are gone by the time his lashes flutter open. He hates that you have a sixth sense for when he wakes, you know that if you aren’t there then he will panic no matter how calm he seems. The sleep is still in his eyes when you come into view, padding into the room with a black shirt of his hugging your figure and full thighs barely visible. A cup, his cup, of something warm held carefully in your hands as you approach him.

“Morning Satoru.” You mumble, a kiss pressed to his temple.

It’s morning and he’s survived another night. He reckons you are the most powerful in the world as his heart settles once again behind his ribs and the warmth of coffee fills the space between you.

“Morning.”

#cant believe i did this before i finished touya-nii or tendou smh #the first thing i write since December and its….gojo 😩 pls end me #also there’s no yandere tendencies here….nope….none… #no thoughts of gojo keeping you safe and hidden away from the world…. #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk fic #🌥 cloudy writes jjk #🌥 cloudy writes