#and im just SO HAPPY too know that you both like my art ugh>>>>

[strange0-0storm]

I'm not sure if the last question I asked actually went through, so if you get something along these lines twice, I'm sorry. My friend @itsyagurla5tra1 really loves your art and wanted to know your opinion on her first official SMG3 art?

Thank you for your response

I LOVE THIS DESIGN OF SMG3 WAAA

And I'm so glad that you and your friend like my art, that means THE WORLD to me. I did see the first ask you sent, and I promise I was gonna get too it :] But hearing that she takes reference in my art makes me so HAPPY. Never in a million years would I thought that I'd be the one with art people reference, and that means so much to me to know that people like my work enough to even think about using it to better their skills <33

But again I REALLY LOVE HER DESIGN OF SMG3 I love the jacket and hair the most

So I drew it >:]

[issybee06]

May I request poly relationship with Mark x reader x rex? Maybe the reader is also a superhero just like them?

Both? Both!

Rex x reader x Mark

I’ve never written for poly so this is going to be an experiment for all of us!

If you want smut, please request smut! I'll be happy to do a pt 2 if you want smut

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Im just telling you all, both of them DONT know how to share. Like, come on, only child Mark Grayson v. Rex who grew up in government care? When they both found out they both wanted you, they wanted to claw each other’s throats out with spoons.

In the very beginning, it was only built on opportunities to one-up the other. Who's gonna help you with training? Who's cooking dinner with you? Who's gonna patch you up? They were fighting over everything.

But for you…? They compromise.

They still are competing, of course, but they both understand that you are there for both of them.

“Hellooooo gorgeous.” Rex pops up behind you, giving you a wet audible kiss on the cheek. You groan before giggling, wiping it away, making Mark who was across the counter from you tighten his grip on the poor carton of milk until it almost popped.

He didn't get it, Rex was notoriously know for being a dick in relationships, why would you even play with the idea of being with Rex when Mark was sooooo much better.

He was just glad you haven't accepted Rexs flirting, playing it off as Rex being Rex. He was a better choice, he would treat you right, the way you should be. He just hadn't built up enough courage to actually ask you out yet.

Rex was draped over you, blabbing and curling your pretty hair around his finger. It was like Rex already owned you, like the cat and mouse game was already won.

Mark stood up angrily and left the room, making Rex smirk, and stomped down the hall.

He needed to hit something.

“You are really bad at hiding things superboy…”

Punch

“Like seriously man, whats with you and going after my prtners? First Eve now-”

Punch

Punch

Crack

“…(Y/n) not your partner.” Mark bit out, huffing as he analysis the crack in the wall where the punching bag hit it a little too hard.

“Not yet, I'm working on it. You can't rush art.”

Mark wanted to kill him.

“(y/n) not some…some…fucking-! UGH! You can't just treat people like shit dude!” Mark stalked over to him, getting in his smirking face-WHY THE FUCK WAS HE STILL SMIRKING?!”

“Ohhhh you like like them… that's cute Mark, super cute. It's like you slapped “Inexperienced Virgin!” on your forehead and started reciting love poems.”

Mark huffed in his face, red from anger and embarrassment, “the fuck does that mean?”

“It meansssss you're out of your league bro. this isn't elementary school, and crying and getting a hissy fit over this isn't gonna make (Y/n) want you. Its sad.”

Mark's eye twitched, and he swallowed down his anger. He knew he wasn't as experienced as Rex or you were, you being a 2 year college student already and Rex being…well, Rex. Mark had barely had a make-out session, if you could call it that.

He blushed, turning back to continue hitting the punching bag.

“(Y/n) deserves better then you.”

“Probably,” he smirked, “but I don't see them taken, so…”

He shrugged, walking away, “ill send you an invite to the wedding~”

Mark was going to kill him.

You were a nerd, of course you were, and Rex wanted to jump out a window when he saw you and Mark laughing and talking about science dog…? Séance…? Who the fuck know.

One hand on his knee as you lean over, pointing to a panel innocently, and Rex is ready to blow up the living room just to get you away from pretty boy Grayson. Like seriously, why would you like Mark who hasn't even seen a boob in real life since he was a baby?!

Rex huffs into his mug, pouting as your heavenly giggle sounds and echoes in his brain like a church chior, only for it to sound like nails on a chalkboard when Mark peaks over his shoulder and smugly looks at Rex.

The little shit.

He might just have to stage a disappearance, Nolan and Debbie would get over their son being gone eventually, he just needed Mark fucking away from you.

Like seriously, couldn’t Mark just be happy with Eve? She liked him, can’t he just fucking dip and screw her?! Why is he here, are Guardians HQ, HE DOESNT EVEN FUCKING LIVE HERE!

Rex might just break the handle of the mug off and thrust it into his eye socket if he hears Marks shitty flirting one more time.

“Okay, pretty boy, you earned a point.”

“Point? The fuck-”

Rex glared, watching him bench-press the weight of a ducking tank like it was as light as a pillow, “yeah, we're tied now.”

Mark grunts, and locks the machine to sit up, “I didn't know this was a competition.”

Rex crosses his arms, scoffing as Mark wipes his sweaty face with a towel, “of fucking course its a competition, Space ranger, we both want her-”

“Exactly.” Mark cuts him off, ears pink. He huffs, dark eyes turning to Rex. He sighed, running a hand through his inky strands before tugging, “its painfully obvious we both want her…”

“Yeah…and? Its not like we can shareeeohhhhh. Oh. Oh.” and Rex begins to connect the dots, of course pretty boy Grayson swung both ways…

He smirks, thinking before walking over and sitting on the bench next to him.

“I think we can come to a sort of an agreement, Grayson.”

“You guys…want to share me?”

They were in your room, both boys nodding and eyes staring at you as the pout.

“Hey, the other plan was to fight yo the death so-”

“No, no…no. No need…i guess we could try it out?”

Rex is the first one on you, grabbing your face and slamming his lips on your and making you squeek.

“Fuck…I've wanted to do that since we first met.”

Mark blushes, out if his element as he watches two of the hottest people he's ever met make out sloppily. He swallows, not knowing what to do, were to put his hands.

He's debating on just coming back later until you break the kiss with Rex and tug him down to slot his lips on yours.

He tenses, eyes wide, but than relaxes and moans softly into your lips as his hand rises to your cheek.

Rex grins, latching his mouth to your neck. You gasp, Mark whimpers and chases your lips before grabbing both sides of your face and forcing his tounge down your throat.

Hands reaches and pops the button of your jean before bullying his hand into your pants, Rexs hand, and your brain turns off.

You shuttered, head falling to Marks shoulder as Rex begins to work you, Mark mumbling sweet things in your ear as his hands move under your shirt.

Fuck what people say, Two is definitely better than one.

[ukininayu]

0UT LIKE A LIGHT. —SATORU GOJO.

SYNOPSIS. Realization truly hit you hard. Only a shame it didn't hit him to realize the damage he's done.

CW. Modern!au. CEO!Gojo.

WC. 1688

A/N. I need sleep. Why is there sigma in my maths. No actually, STATISTICS. wgat the fuck is taht n why am I looking for SIGMA. 😞 I might actually fail this quarter cause I've failed almost every quiz, though my performances are PEAK. But ugh im not gonna be an honor student oh god. Ion wanna get smacked n get my door n phone taken away ugh 😣 update. there is no phone to get cause..heh..i broke it

What good is a luxurious estate for two if he never comes home?

All you can do to feel closure is to lay on the king sized bed and reminisce what it feels like to lay and be with him again.

But reminiscing isn't the right word. You can't deny that the majority of times like these all you really try to do is to try and remember what it feels.

It's not like Gojo left you. You don't think he has plans on leaving you; after all, he does drain and drown himself with work for his family. For you.

But then again.

What good is spoiling you if he isn't even there to accompany you in buying things and having fun? You feel guilty for being so ungrateful.

Poor Gojo is only doing what he has to. He has heavier weights on his shoulders than you ever will! You should be happy you can go wherever you want whenever you want instead of having to balance a big corporation by a big clan and a relationship, unlike him.

But he himself isn't balancing it all too well.

.

..

...

You just miss your husband. You're not trying to be a brat. It's not your fault you think he needs to spend a little more time with you.

...

Whining about your problems in your own mind won't help. It'll probably make it worse.

You realize every problem would all just water down to the same question,

"What good?"

What good is spending countless date nights together surrounded by art materials, you and him work and make memories while making a love journal,

"Satoru, that's too much supplies!" You scold your partner. The sight of him carrying two bags full of art materials making you concerned about how much money he spent on such silly things. He laughs at your reaction, taking your hand and walking in your dorm and to your room, setting the bags down on the fluffy carpet beside your bed.

"Nothing to worry about, sweets. Money is the least of poor worries." Gojo assures you, sitting down and pulling you next to him. "C'mon now, let's start making the journal already! I've been waiting for this moment for ages! "

Only for him to never engage in any dates you, or even himself had planned?

"Evenin' Toru... Are you free for tonight? You know we have a date. Ev'n marked it on our calendar, you know." Another sent right to the voicemail. It's the 5th one by now. It's well past the time of your reservation yet you still hope. One last time. One more try before you give up and change out of your clothes and pull out wine.

"If you can't come it's.. Alright. I—.. We can still plan another one anytime, like you said the last time. And the last. Before that, too—.. Ah, forget it. I'm sorry for sounding mad. Uh, please just. Uhm. Don't drown yourself with work, Satoru. It's bad for you." For us. "Goodnight, 'Toru. Wake me up if you come back or uh.. Text me if you can't. Bye. I love you."

What good were the long early morning walks with your hands holding, fingers intertwined as you and him walk over to a café to grab coffee (Gojo gets hot chocolate instead, disliking the bitter taste of coffee.) And take a seat at the park yapping each other's ears off as you both make a bucket list, sharing a pen and writing down your dreams in the love journal both of you created,

After Gojo finishes writing down what he wants to do with you and adding it on the bucket list, you take the pen he was offering and write down yours. Your eyes scan the almost-filled bucket list and end up in the latest one Gojo wrote. "♡Start a family!♡" in bold letters with hearts and rainbows all around the words.

"Really planning ahead huh, 'Toru?" You huff out a laugh and look at him, the faint blush he has makes you want to attack his cheeks with kisses. "With all those hearts too!"

"You can't tell me you haven't thought of it." He fights back. But he's right..you really can't tell him that. "With you, I wouldn't mind starting a family." "Awh. Come on, sweets.. Give me a clear answer!" "Okay, okay! Yes. I do want to start a family with you, better?"

"Imagine what our child would look like, I wonder whose hair color they would get.. Can't I just br—" with already a blushing face, you get more red. "Satoru! We're in college and in public. You can't just blurt that out!"

If he doesn't even make time from the both of you to cross out at least one word in the list?

Though it's pathetic, you still hold the feeling of nostalgia. Your prime. Yours and his prime, when you were the couple of the campus. You hold those memories dearly.

You wouldn't mind rummaging through the old boxes on the very corners of the attic to find something to hold on to. No matter how much dust, insects, and heat tries to go to you, you will do it for the journal.

So you do.

After an hour or two did you finally find it. Old and dusty, but still in pretty good shape for a book that stayed in such a place for such a time.

You get jumped by the first page of the journal.

"Bucket list! <3"

the list went on. It filled the whole page. Front to back, even. From "Bahamas!" To "try every damn fast food restaurant fry."

Each word came with a good remembrance of the times you or him wrote the words down, each little memory having it's own adorable conversation between you two.

But each word forced you to remember each rejected and ignored plan you had and shared with your dear Satoru.

"They called me for a meeting. I'm busy."

"Please, sweets. You know how hard it is for me to get a day off."

"I'm tired."

Excuses on and on and on. He knows those excuses don't make you any less sad, yet he still does it. Does he do it to spite you and your pathetic attempts? Does he know how cruel he is? Trying to slip and dodge every piece of affection thrown at him. As if being neglected by your own lover isn't bad enough!

What good are passing those old crumpled papers the both of you passed to each other way back in highschool, old papers filled with little names for your future children, even a whole reason about the name,

Expecting Satoru to pass you the paper back with a reply, he instead puts it under his notebook and pulls out another piece of paper, scribbling something out with big letters before covering your view with another book of his. Huh, weeirrrddd.

A few minutes later, he grabs your attention by nudging his boot against your sandal under the table, sliding the paper to you when you give him a glance.

"NAMEZZ! 𖤐𖨆"

• nouitzki. Nowitzki?? Idk

➥ sounds rich asf. Matching name = status righhhtt?? keh heh. :p

You look at him again, and he looks at you. He looks genuine. The way Gojo looks while he waits for you to write something down, his body nearly facing yours as he rests his face on his palm. Mouthing out a "c'mon.." with a smile on his face.

if sleeping with him in the same room without his call ringtone disturbing him and you every three seconds is such a rare event?

Why does he keep prioritizing such useless calls from whoever the fuck politician, celebrity, or another nepo baby is calling?

"Satoru... r' they calling again? It looks so dark outside n' late.. Can't they take a break.." You groan as your eyes still try to get used to the light from the sudden open lamp, you feel your lover hug you tightly and kiss your forehead before he sighs. "Yes, sweets, they are.. M' sorry."

Gojo sounds like he dreads responding to the caller. He is. He keeps his arms tight around you and his lips on your skin, letting the ringtone go off for a few seconds before carefully sitting up and reaching for his vibrating phone.

You don't bother listening in the conversation after that and continue sleeping, only waking up when you feel his lips against your forehead again, whispering apologies before walking out the room.

You want to remind him about the words that came out of his lying little mouth just a few hours ago, about how he'll stay till sunrise, but you know he's also tired and telling him that will just make him feel like shit. So you don't. You still love him, after all.

..

... Yeah.

back then, people noticing his absence whenever you went to events or parties alone felt good, the thought of your acquaintances expecting you with him or vice versa gives you the feeling of bliss.

but now.. oh wow.

everywhere you go, questions bringing up your husband's absence would endlessly haunt you. sure hurts like a bitch.

how cruel it is to actually know by experience that bullshit as simple as a family corporation can break love you thought only death could break apart.

you cant do this anymore.

Gojo doesn't completely try to ignore you, but you realize the more you and him aren't together, the more the relationship feels like downgrading to a simple friendship.

its not just his ignorance, no.

As time passes by he becomes a complete stranger.

the mutual interests you both loved would fade, and he would pour his stress on you. though not screaming matches, fortunately, it was words that were equipped with armour and swords, aiming straight to the heart.

you make a plan instead.

if he loves leaving you behind without notice, you would to.

fuck a letter.

maybe someday he would get back to his senses, maybe one day you and him would meet again.

A/N. Chat I accidentally posted this twice instead of saving it as draft. Am I cooked 😞also im so sorry if there are any repeated like situations n stuff i do not beta read n i dont have time to see errors oh and the ending was rushed. i do not know how to end a story im sorry also ts ws started on oct 2. ive put all tears and sweat and blood to keep continuing

[hotchnerwrites]

hi i have a really weird request i was hoping you’d fulfill :) i read your request guidelines and it says you write for spencer reid but it looks like you write majority hotch fics, which i also enjoy:) i have hoping for a spencer reid x reader fic, i don’t have much of a plot in mind so you may need to get creative, or maybe it could just be headcanons, but anything with a weird reader. like maybe she’s an elementary art teacher type vibe (maybe she’s actually an art teacher, or maybe she works at the BAU, your choice) and she has pet bugs and wears cool clothes, that sort of thing. everyone always writes the reader to be really type a, really similar to spencer, yk? and as much as i love those fics i personally think he’d work well with a little more carefree, creative type person too. thank you so much and you absolutely do not have to write this if you don’t want too!!

Ladybird 🐞

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: SFW, headcanons kinda, reader uses she/her pronouns, no use of (y/n), fluff

A/N: Hi anon! so glad you enjoyed my other fics! I'm so happy you requested Spencer, i've been itching to write my pookie but it's not a common request (yet?), i only have one other published fic of him. i looooooooooove writing his big brain self and ur idea of reader being an opposite personality type was so delicious to write ugh i'm quite happy with this fic. i also have some drafts of him (academic rivals, fluff fics etc.) but i don't post them bc im not at a 100% with them, they're much longer fics too lol. if you want those, i'm happy to post (slowly) so lmk. anyways, enough yapping, ENJOY THE READ!!! mwah mwah mwah <3

My requests are open! Please read my rules before req'ing. Send me stuff! :)

Spencer wasn’t accustomed to the sensation of being in the dark. If something new crossed his path, he’d devour every piece of information he could find, understanding it, processing it, then neatly filing it away in his mind for later use. The idea of being uncertain—it made him uneasy, like a puzzle with a missing piece, gnawing at him until he could fill it in. He hated the discomfort of not knowing.

But you… what were you?

You moved through life with a kind of fluidity he couldn’t quite grasp. Were you like water? No, no, you were too solid, too grounded for that. Fire, then? But you weren’t wild or destructive—your warmth didn’t burn Spencer, it invited him in. The wind, then. You were untethered and free. But even that didn’t feel quite right. The wind didn’t create, and you were full of creation. You existed in a plane ruled by feeling rather than logic, instinct over calculation.

Spencer couldn’t fathom you.

He prided himself on his ability to categorise things, to turn life into binary or categorical data. But you slipped like butter through his mental filing system, like something he could never quantify. You smelled like rain and cedar, like something both fresh and familiar, like petrichor clinging to the edges of an old wooden frame. He couldn’t place it, couldn’t place you, and maybe that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

When you talked about your job— you were an elementary school art teacher— you talked about it with a kind of excitement that made Spencer envious. It was silly, really, but he wanted the one to be taught by you, to spend more time trying to figure you out. He loved his work, too, but it was so full of danger and death, and the way you loved yours made him want to be a part of the world you had.

The first time he met you, Spencer spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to decipher the colours in your outfit. He knew different textures weren’t supposed to be mixed (the Vogue magazine he had swiped at the doctor’s office had declared the mixing of dots and stripes a cardinal sin), but you had layered patterns like a painting. It shouldn’t have made sense. So why did it? He had opened his mouth to ask if there had been a method behind it, but you had flashed a smile at him that made his unfaltering mind stop dead in its tracks, and you had said, “Don’t overthink it, Spence. Just feel.”

As if it was something he knew how to do.

You weren’t chaotic, not exactly—but you were unpredictable. Spencer, with his equations and calculations, with his logic and probabilities, had always sought comfort in knowing the outcome before things even began. But you—you weren’t an equation. You were the space between the numbers, the part of the formula he couldn’t solve. You were a walking, talking example of Ramsey’s theorem— he knew where you started and where you ended, but he couldn’t untangle what was in between.

Every morning, you took a picture of your coffee. It was the same drink every day, but you persevered, swearing the foam made a new image every time. You’d tried to rope him into theorising with you, to get him to see the shape of the world in the swirls and patterns of the cream, but Spencer could never really see it like you. 

“You know it’s just milk and coffee, right?” He’d say, leaning over your shoulder to examine the mug. “There’s no scientific basis for anything more.” 

But you never held it against him. Sometimes, you’d nudge him with your elbow, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth as you said, “I think you’re missing out on a whole new dimension of the universe, Reid.”

He’d hum, a little smile on his lips, and then he’d drop the subject—mostly. He wasn’t one to argue for long, especially when it came to the things that made you happy, like the ritual of your morning coffee or the way you’d rearrange your art supplies by colour, even though it made absolutely no sense.

When Spencer found out you kept bugs as pets, he’d nearly leapt out of his chair.

“You— you have a mantis,” he stammered, eyes wide as he watched you let it crawl delicately over your fingers.

“That’s not just a mantis, Spence,” you scolded him gently, a smile tugging at your lips, “Meet Matilda. She’s my friend.”

Spencer blinked, processing. “Statistically, most people keep a cat or a dog—“

“I’m not a statistic, Spence,” you’d reminded him, voice gentle as if you were talking to one of your school kids.

He tried to understand, tried to decipher why anyone would choose to keep an insect as a pet, but logic evaded him, a feeling he only experienced around you. But when he’d watch you play with Matilda like she was the best thing in the world, he let it go.

He started bringing you little things—odds and ends that made him think of you. A book of surrealist paintings he thought you’d like. A smooth, speckled rock he found outside the precinct. A jar of local honey from a case in a small town, because you once mentioned you liked the taste of dandelions.

And every time, you’d accept them like he had just handed you a moonbeam, eyes lighting up in unadulterated joy.

“See?” you had murmured one day, holding the honey jar up to the light. “You do feel things, Spencer. You just don’t realise it.”

No, it wasn’t about logic. Maybe, it was just about you.

One day, Spencer caught himself carefully placing a ladybug outside on a leaf, rather than brushing it away. As he counted its spots for you— something about them bringing luck— he realised something.

Oh.

I love her.

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Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[orengejoshi]

HAII lulu here first (srry i js spammed ur account i needed to show my luv) ALSO IM SO INLOVE WITH UR ART OMG, ur art lit brought me back to the fandom again ugh the way u draw wifey flug js hits so hard and ur colors rlly blow me away if i could have ur art as my wallpaper on everything i would (im already doing teehee) ALSO agh srry for any gore on my account i didnt realize u didnt like it! ill make 2 versions so u can see a blurred gore version

I NOTICED, HIII I'm a bit late but!!

I love to see that! I'm so happy I found your art too you're amazing!😭💗💕

but I never said I don't like gore, idk where that comes from! I just have huge trouble drawing blood myself bc I don't know what it looks like and I can't look at it irl as I faint... I have a lot of ideas bc I like Flug being the dominant and unhinged lunatic that he is in canon but I'm just not good at making anything dealing with dark or upsetting topics (and I'm a little scared of how people would interpret me as a person, I can't tell which of my ideas are cool and which are "too far". I'm too old to deal with this stuff online I'm just here to have fun)

I very openly don't like sexual violence and that's my hard boundary as there's even laws for fiction in my country that I have to follow, but gore is great to me and fully allowed!

I certainly adore your cannibal Flug so damn much🥴🩷 that is the kind of stuff I'd love to make too bc it's one of my fav secret headcanons...

here's some chubby Flug bc I might just love that one from you even more... but I can't decide... I need more of both...

[artdcnaldson]

ok ok ok so i have a thought for pats sister au, i mentioned it a while ago cuz someone was talking about something similar

this isnt like that smutty and slutty, but i need them to also just be a little bit happy. and as much as i love love love mean art, i do need him to be a little bit sweet to her now

but im thinking now that he's like fucking her at every chance he gets, that means hes spending a lot of time with her in general. including parties!!!! they start going together instead of just leaving together. not officially or anything because it would undoubtedly get back to pat, so they're just going with a few mutual friends and pretend its a group thing. its also easier for art to pretend like he doesnt just want to be with you and only you. maybe this party is at a sorority instead of a frat, so art lets his guard down a little. there arent as many guys who art knows, meaning even less guys who might happen to know patrick. and hes not too concerned with all the girls considering girl code or whatever.

so he lets himself party more than he usually would, lets himself drink that extra drink (truthfully a few extra) and stand just that bit closer to her (very much closer, practically leaning against her), he even dances with her, something he's never done with a girl. they lean in close when theyre talking, anyone who didnt know them would assume they were a couple, or at least well on their way to becoming one. TIHI!!!

its a pretty rowdy party, art is shocked he thought the frat parties got out of hand but this was wild. before either of them realize it, theyre both wasted, having the time of their lives, but definitely drunk. their friends have started heading home, but they decide to stick around and keep the party going. his arm is around her, hand on her waist slowly but surely wandering down to rest on her ass, accompanied by the occasional squeeze just to make her fidget. hes letting her get close to him. its nothing too suspicious though, no kissing or outright sexual touch, with the right words it could be explained away as friendly, in case patrick should hear about it.

BUT art is drunk, and drunk stanford art is a party boy, i believe this in my heart and core. he is getting reckless, forgetting about patricj and that he's supposed to keep discreet. he is doing shots, hes making her do shots, hes making any- and everyone do shots with him. and im thinking its one of, or both of, 2 things.

hes taking a shot and then spitting into pats sisters mouth

i see this happening like spontaneously, maybe there's only one shot left in the bottle and art has the genius idea that you'll just share it. she doesnt get what he means but he'll just show her. takes the shot, leaves it in this mouth, grabs her jaw and brings her real close to him. she thinks hes going to kiss her, but he pries her mouth open instead, tilts her head back, and spits the shitty liquor right into her mouth. hand tight around her jaw to keep her in place, eyes on hers, just like when he spits in her mouth fr

OR/and later in the evening

2. tequila body shots

this i see happening as just a sudden idea art has. and hes insisting its a great idea, and he'll even let her start so it doesnt seem like hes just trying to get her naked. so he lays on like a sticky, honestly downright nasty, bartop. he takes off his shirt and ugh he just looks so fucking good. pats sister is getting so possessive with all these girls around ogling at her man lol, shes all too eager to mark her territory. so the way weve always done it where i live is tequila poured in the belly button, salt in a line up the chest and lime in their mouth so you have to kiss them to get it. ive learnt from going to international school that thats apparently not universal? let me know about that cuz confusing? how else?

anyway. she takes the shot off of him, taking her time lick up his chest and even longer to get the lime from between his lips. its not like people are really looking at them, but even if they were those two are too drunk to notice or care. when its her turn hes really making a show of it, gets her to take her shirt off, but lets her keep the bra (its practically see-through with all the lace anyway), but he insists that she has to unbutton her jeans because he also wants salt before the shot or whatever. hes making something up, he just wants to see what panties shes wearing and see if he can smell her sweet pussy. he knows she wet, he can tell. hes just as bad as her, if not worse.

then when the party is ending they're definitely going back together, theyre probably too drunk to even try to have sex. just sloppy and stumbling everywhere. they end up passing out in arts bed together, he only just managed to get them both into some of his clothes and decent for bed, boxers for him and just a shirt and panties for her. in the morning they wake up cuddled close. its the first time theyve slept in the same bed, the first time theyve cuddled, its the first time theyve slept in the same room since art first took her virginity. and now they'd spent the night together without having sex at all. it kind of changes things for them... but not too much :)

-🐞

GODDDDD THIS HAS LIVED SOOO RENT FREE. I'm fucking dead it's too beautiful, too perfect. Also body shots are The Same for me as well so ur so valid <3

You're surprised when the invite comes through your phone— when Art asks for you to come with him to a house party hosted by some sorority girl in one of his classes. He heard about it, heard that they can be fun, wants to see you there.

And, god, you pretty yourself up so much for it— a skimpy little tank top that he can see your bra through, a tiny little denim skirt, sweet, sparkly makeup that catches in the fucking strobe lights set up around the living room. You’re nursing a cocktail of pink lemonade and vodka, leaning against his side as he downs another fucking glass of jungle juice. He’s definitely on the wrong side of drunk, or else he wouldn’t be all over you the way he is.

And you’re fucking living for it, the way he keeps one hand slung around your waist, tugs you closer against him so you’re practically one fucking entity. He puts a fucking glowing test tube shot to your lips, eyes lighting up as you eagerly swallow it down. He could spit directly onto your tongue, in front of everyone and you’d fucking let him.

So he does. He downs a tequila shot, grabs your chin and you’re all wide eyed and eager as you look up at him. He spits it into your open mouth and you swallow it down, nose wrinkling at the taste. You like sweet things— fancy champagne, mixed drinks that are mostly juice. But you smile at him once you’ve swallowed down the tequila, giggling and buzzy.

But auuhghghgh body shots :((( he’s such a lecherous little perv, he gets off on the attention from you so bad. Wants everyone to see how bad you want him, how possessive and needy. Sucking the liquor from his naval, tongue flat as you lick up the line of salt you’d carefully tapped up his torso. He watches how your lashes flutter as you lick along his skin, the salt course on your tongue complimenting the sweaty taste of his skin. Maybe you linger there a little longer than what’s comfortable for anyone else watching. You take the lime from his mouth biting down so you can suck the juices from it.

It’s a little clumsy— you’ve never done one before, but you’d practically bouncing on your feet when you ask him to do one from you. He practically drops you on the table, fumbles his way to pulling off your shirt, tosses it somewhere neither of you will ever fucking see again.

He lines up the salt between your tits, in the pretty valley between the pink lace. You squirm when he pours the tequila into your belly button, he watches it slosh and spill as the muscles of your abdomen tremble. You bite your lip as he unbuttons your skirt, tugs it down just until he sees the pretty lacy pink of your panties, a perfect match to your bra.

God, you wanted him to fuck you so bad— you were practically wearing a sign around your neck that said it. He taps out a line of salt, licks from the waistband of your panties up to your naval, and sucks the liquor from it. His tongue laves at you— a long line between your belly button up to the hollow of your throat.

The rest of the party falls away— it’s just you and Art and you’re honestly pretty convinced he’s going to just fuck you on the table— stake his claim, lick into your mouth until all you know is salt and tequila and citrus and spit.

He bites into the lime and you taste the juice as it sprays into his mouth and drips back onto yours.

You hear people, absently, far in the back of your mind. You’re so fucking gone— you’re embarrassing yourselves, both of you. Art tugs his shirt over your head after the mindless, three-second search for your tank top comes back fruitless.

“Wanna go home?” He asks, his breath hot and his words clumsy against the shell of your ear. Home. Yeah, his dorm pretty much is home to you at this point. His hand’s in your back pocket and you’re waving a tipsy goodbye to your friends, clinging onto Art as you start the trek back to the dorms.

He presses you against a tree halfway back, kisses you hot and urgent and needy. Then again in the stairway up to his room— pins you against a set of windows, smiling and laughing against your mouth as some unfortunate soul catches him with his fingers between your thighs.

By the time you get back to his dorm, you’re basically buzzing with need, want, giddiness, affection. Art can’t get hard because he’s so fucked up, ends up giggling about it against your shoulder, mouthing against your salty, sweaty skin with wet, open-mouthed kisses. He collapses into the bed, tugs you against his side and falls asleep with his face buried in your hair and warm, possessive hands on your body.

You’re both asleep in minutes.

[butchdiaz]

tagged by @iinryer to do a 2024 fic roundup but i'm adding my videos in too because. uh. its fun to look back! and i want to!

MARCH

american teenager (36s)

my first ever commission! for my best friend bia! to this day i hear do what you want (do more!) everytime i listen to this song.

APRIL

arms (1:02)

this was for seti. and it hurt.

good luck babe! (1:11)

literally never felt euphoria the same since the week of bi buck when i made this. changed the timeline. (although i was so euphoric and excited to post that i cropped in a rush and left a little white line in one of the shots and it pisses me off massively to this day. yes im a virgo thanks for asking)

to open up my arms and give it all to you (2.5k)

my little buck coming out to chris fic with hints of buddie <3 bi buck got me writing again after months of literal Nothing. god bless

one of your girls (3:09)

kirby's vision went OFF. so proud of this one like. its gotta be one of my favs and i feel like it became a bit of a butchdiaz classic which makes me so happy :D

MAY

kill her freak out (1:33)

this video is my little baby. ohhh samia. ouaagh eddie.

scared of my guitar (2:23)

shoutout to the way the dialogue syncs up in this one. rly satisfying to me hehehe. honestly didn't think i'd like this one as much as i do but she hits hard

promise (1:15)

love when people commission me to edit songs im already currently obsessing over yay!!!!!

JUNE

happy to be here (2:16)

julien baker. eddie diaz. aka abby had a mental breakdown making this one.

closed hands, full of friends (45s)

this was my first time editing a song i had Never heard beforehand! 3 cheers for finding new music!!

JULY

l'amour de ma vie (3:26)

ok not to toot my own horn but. this one is good. i feel like i really told a story u know. and about now is when i started to play around with fun/more intricate text ooh ooooh

a burning hill (1:01)

this prompt was designed in a lab to kill me specifically. i wanted to do the whole song originally but i like. could not go on.

my ego dies at the end (2:49)

i reallyyyy like this one. long edits my beloved! i love to build to something. i rewatch this one often tbh. jensen mcrae is everythinggg

AUGUST

north star (2:16)

again, had never heard this song b4 i got this prompt and it got me obsessed with this searows album. this edit makes me feel all soft. rly loved incorporating fleabag into it bc like. fleabag for life. shoutout summerofbuddie for the inspo

feels like (58s)

this song has been on my buddie playlist(s) forever so i was So excited to get this prompt. it was so fun to make something. not depressing and just like. fluffy. fun fact i hand drew all the hearts for this in ps and they were such a pain to work with but i really love how it turned out cause i'd never done anything like that before :')

pink balloon (2:29)

finally made a proper buck amv. after so many eddie ones it was actually nice to switch it up. felt re-inspired! also always so inspired by samia ugh. i am an eddiegirl literally to my bones tho so this was both v hard and v fun to make.

SEPTEMBER

"i want a divorce" / "it was a date" (2:19)

the buckshannon parallels ouuugughhh. this was one of those ones that haunted me so persistently i literally was forced to make it. saw hanna's post and then blacked out and i was posting this.

had a feeling i could be someone (3k)

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leave tonight or live and die this way (1.1k)

dyke buddie!!!!!!!! these fics are sooooo near and dear to my heart. i love to make everyone wlw! i love to project my butchness onto my fav characters! wrote these so fast (for me) like writing has Never flown out of me like that. i was possessed by the spirit of lesbianism. and. GOD. the response to these fics also makes me want to cry daily. the beautiful art that was created?????? for me and my little fic?????????? i actually can't believe it i love you guys so much. lesbians forever and ever and ever.

did it to myself (1:11)

another one of my favs. i think it slaps so hard tbh. i tried a lot of new stuff and it was so FUN. orla's music is so much fun to edit to i need to do another one of her songs asap.

afraid of heights (2:46)

boygenius wrote this for my friend buck buckley. got entirely consumed by this one. thank u han for being my buckafraidofheights warrior for life <3

headlock (2:23)

i love buck but i remember coming back to making an eddie amv and breathing a sigh of relief. i just Get him. its so easy. this one's underrated i think oop it kinda slaps

OCTOBER

savior complex (3:16)

this one was a rly good challenge and idek why. super happy with how it turned out though i like watching it back

NOVEMBER

funeral bell (2:54)

the buck thesis statement. to me. and such a crazy unique process. loved working w kaitlin on this one and sending her 10 million drafts (she rly got a behind the scenes tour yall and it was not pretty). this was an absolute BEAST to make despite it not even being that complicated. i think i just cared so much about making it perfect for my dear friend who trusted me with her visions and inspiration and that made it all the more special!

you get your dreams for free (14.8k)

drunk cuddling!!!!!!!! my longest fic i've posted to date and i fully thought i was never gonna finish it. i abandoned this last YEAR but im SO glad i came back to it and most of the reason for that is because of the absolutely lovely responses to my earlier fics this year <3 literally hilarious to me that i originally wanted to post this on halloween 2023. abby. abby no.

surrender my heart! (1:30)

post-confessions euphoria + a carly rae jepsen prompt? i was literally in heaven. SURRENDER UR HEART EDDIEEEEEEEEE

DECEMBER

every place leads back to your place (2.1k)

music inspires me soooo much (looks up at this post. no way right.) so i absolutely loved writing based off a song! and a chappell song nonetheless!! so fun to twist a breakup song around to fit Them. i particularly love the kiss in this one <3

oldie's station (3:17)

phew we're almost there! this one is recent but lowkey it feels like another classic to me already. i really really like it. making it felt like cooking a three course meal and watching it kinda feels like eating one :D (thank god) (i spent so many hours in that kitchen)

letter to god (1974) (2:27)

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letter to god (1983) (1:52)

putting these together bc they are sister songs and sister videos. first time in my life i've worked on two videos at once. it was fun because they kind of grew together and influenced each other very directly. not fun because i ran out of space and my laptop crashed. several times. these felt rly indulgent and raw. kind of shocking to me how perfect both songs feel for both of them. had a lot of fun messing with the voice/video filters to try and place these in their respective eras bc im obsessed with that aspect of the songs. halsey's artistry is crazy yall if u havent listened to her newest album GO. NOW.

the rush of slumber party kissing (3.2k)

posted this literally yesterday lol. also my first time writing smut. somehow. scary! but i did giggle all the way through writing this tbh. when buddie reveal their true nature as silly teenage girls >>>>>>>>>>

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT

fleabag au wip, who saw the light of day again this year. she could be finished in six months or six more years, but she Will be finished. im determined!

<3

ok if u read all that uh. wow congrats fhdhhdh im gonna get sappy for JUST A SEC now cause uh. im actually blown away by the support and love and appreciation this fandom has shown me this past year. you guys have given me so much confidence in my skills as both an editor and a writer and you also quite literally helped me pay my rent. by making videos about gay firefighters. its actually kind of mind blowing to me how lucky i am and i never want to take that for granted <3

to anyone who has commissioned me, or sent me a prompt, or left a comment on a fic, or a tag on a video, or sent me a kind ask, or subscribed to me, or followed me, or reblogged anything of mine this year: thank you.

im so grateful for this little community and all the friends and connections i have made through our collective insanity over a procedural drama on abc (neé fox). yall rock so hard.

<3

tagging @userbuddie @chronicowboy @confessionseddie @try-set-me-on-fire @userautumn @lovelettered @exhuastedpigeon @sibylsleaves @saryasy @team-118 @lemmeaskthedevil @eddiebabygirldiaz if u wanna do any sort of yearly roundup!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi hi babe!!!!

Ugh I'm so happy that you're request inbox is open hehe cause you know me

So I have a thot and was wondering if you could whip something up for me based on the lyrics of art deco by the one and only lana

(A little party never hurt no one

Not you and me

A little party never hurt no one

We were born to be free)

With of course Matty and some smut with it please? Love you babe 💗💗💗

my pumpkin hi!! okay so I got a little sidetracked and kinda went off course a bit, I sorta based the beginning part literally of those lyrics, and kinda did a bit of an age gap, I know im sorry!! couldn’t help myself, but suits bc it’s our queen, lana, right?? I made it a little longer than planned, but only bc I love you. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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friday’s

matt murdock x f!reader

word count: 1240

warnings: 18+ readers only!! mention of an age gap, cunnilingus. mdni

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

As you're a little younger than Matt - a few substantial years younger - you were in different phases of your lives, nothing drastic. You just liked to spend your weekends getting blackout drunk at the nearest club, whereas your boyfriend, Matt, enjoyed a quiet night in with a takeout dinner. 

When your free time coincides- usually weekends, you'd spend time together. You'd take turns to pick said activity, allowing for a fair game. Considering you picked last weekend, it was now Matt's turn to choose, and to no surprise, it was the same as all the other countless weekends. 

You're both sprawled out on the sofa, laying lazily against each other after your overindulgence from the local Chinese restaurant, cartons cluttering the coffee table. You peek up to look at Matt, a subtle smile on your face as you rest your chin on his chest. "Wanna go out?" 

"Out? Sweetheart, we just ate," he grins in his usual way, shaking his head in amusement. "Don't you think it's a little late?" he asks, entertaining you.

"Never too late," you perk up, an excited smile on your face. "That's not a 'no'. Come on, a little party never hurt no one."

"No, sweetheart," he chuckles, tightening his grip as if to pull you back to him. "It's my turn, remember?"

"You’re so boring," you mumble, prodding his ribs with a pointed finger.

"Aw, I'm sorry," he plays along, teasing you. "Was I too hard on you?"

You hum in agreement, trailing over his chest with a featherlight touch. "Yeah. Uncalled for." 

"That so?" he asks, his voice low and quiet, almost like he was trying to lure you. 

“Mh-hm," you nod, still playful as you sit up, slipping from his grasp. "I think I'm going to sit in the other room now."

Matt catches on instantly- well, he knew from the start, but he'd never admit that to you. He found it endearing when you thought you could trick him, how your heart jumps a few beats when you tease him or how your breathing quickens when you lie. He knew you well, and he knew these teasing mind games you loved to play- every single one.

And right now, you were playing his favourite one of all. The one where you pout and pretend to be in a mood to get what you want. It was always harmless and playful on your behalf, never any intended malice. You enjoyed how he'd hang onto what you say and anticipate what you want, like you had him around wrapped around your finger.

Though, it was often more than that. You liked to work Matt up, get him so bothered that he had to do something about it- do something to you about it. But sometimes, you forgot who Matt is. And as much as he loved to be teased by you, there was only so much he could take, especially with a rock hard cock between his legs. 

"I think you want to stay in," he smiles down at you, the corners of his pretty lips twitching with suggestive thought. 

"No, I wanna go out," you lie, protesting your non-existent ground. "I can just call my friends if you're not gonna give me what—"

A firm yet gentle tap on the ass cuts you off. "Are you telling me I don't give you what you want?" Matt faintly asks, adjusting himself so you are in his place, your back against the couch with him hovering atop. "Do I not give you what you want?" he whispers, closing the space between you, grazing your lips with his own. "Is that true, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," you pathetically oppose once more, shamelessly lying to a blind catholic. 

He tuts, lingering against your lips before pulling away, teasing you the way you do him. "Okay then." He nods, slowly lifting himself from you.

You snake your arms around Matt's neck, pulling and guiding him back to you. "No— no, okay, okay, okay," you mutter, speaking rushed. "I lied… I lied," you whisper, speaking just as whiney and pathetically as earlier. You shimmy your hips, adjusting to wrap your legs around him, your knees hugging his hips. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry I lied."

He coos, a subtle proud smile slapped on his face. "I thought so," he lowers back to you and hesitantly brushes over your lips, making you wait for it.

Matt finally encaptures them, working over them with slight vigour. One hand settles on your waist, the other around your throat, guiding you and deepening the kiss.

He parts from your swollen lips, trailing a hurried line of brash kisses along your jaw and down the base of your throat, his hand pawing at your lounge shirt, eagerly trying to rid the fabric. He succeeds, hastily removing the garment over your head, his mouth immediately attaching to your bare chest, lazily licking over your stiffened nipples.

He slides down you, trailing sloppy kisses between the valley of your tits and down your stomach, halting when he reaches the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. He lingers soft, flutter-like kisses over your abdomen- ones that mimic the feeling in your lower belly. 

His focus lowers, as does his roughened palm- fingers grazing over your hips until they snake into the band of fabric, easing the loungewear down and over your thighs, all the way off your ankles. 

"Perfect," he mutters against your warm and exposed thigh, trailing a string of kisses up to the crease, pausing when he reaches the outline of your underwear. "I think we should stop here— call it a night." He teases, speaking softly against your covered pussy, almost whispering to it. 

"Matt," you warn, fingers digging into the swole of his shoulders. "Don't do that. It's not funny."

"It is," he chuckles into the pool of sweetness between your legs, the action making you twitch. "Needy little thing, hm?"

"Shut up," you reply breathlessly, winding your hips into his face, desperately trying to refocus him. "Please," you pant, playing with his hair, guiding him back to where you want him. "Come on."

Another amused chuckle slips past his lips before he finally slips down the wet piece of fabric that is your underwear. He adjusts his weight, stomach pressed flat against the sofa as he nestles his face between your legs, his arms hooking around your thighs.

He lightly exhales over your sensitive nub, breathing over it before eventually caving in, delicately kissing around the touch-starved mound. His movements are slow and confident as he trails over your folds, briefly sucking on them before continuing lower. He knew his way around a pussy, and wanted you to soak up every single tingle he was making you feel.

He lays his tongue flat against you, slowly licking up through your slit as if to savour your flavour on his tongue. "Taste so pretty, sweetheart," he hazily praises, his words loose and sluggish as he delves deeper into you, mumbling into your folds about how good you taste, already drunk off you.

Matt leisurely swipes over you, kissing and nibbling your cunt like he had all the time in the world- and maybe he did. Maybe he wanted to work you up and make you pay for all your teasing and petty games. And maybe, just maybe, this was his idea of spending the weekend together- Chinese food and cunnilingus on the couch. 

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this is so shit omg, I got bored reading and editing it🙃I don’t think I did your idea justice babe!?

matt taglist: @hailey-murdock @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky @readerhead @thegreengoop @charmedkim @queerponcho @selfryed

[trippygalaxy]

UHM! HI this is just gonna be me rambling about some of my mutuals cause I cherish them all and everything they've done for me

no i will not be tagging them, the tumblr gods will decide if they find this or not

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Cal, gods I have so much to say about them but they could honestly be their own post by themselves /pos. I -genuinely- wouldn't be here today if it wasnt for them, so many times have they unknowingly helped me out of horrible places in my life, and I could never put my love for them into words no matter how many poems i write in their honour. They are one of the best friends ive ever had in my life, they are the most genuine, selfless, precious people ive had the pleasure of knowing.

Maj- oh i miss talking to him so much you dont understand!!! I love love loved sending them silly stories in her askbox, their way of thinking and breaking down stories were the most delicious things! Not only that but the art??? Their ocs always enticed me and i would willing sit down and listen to them talk about them for hours if i could. They are FUCKING HALRIOUS TOO!!! They've -without even trying- have given me so many belly laughs when i needed that the most.

But i seem them in their new fandom with other moots and im so happy shes having fun /gen

GASP! MY SPOUSE!!! Fir! UGH i love them so much /p They are so encouraging, and they help me so much when it comes to stories and figuring stuff out- and they WROTE SO MUCH FOR ME???? IM SO GREATFUL FOR EVERYTHING THEY'VE MADE AND DONE FOR ME AND I WISH I COULD REPAY IT BACK 10 FOLDS! I feel so free when speaking with them, like im able to be a part of me where i cant with others and its- its so relieving.

Vaati- a genuine inspiration. I was a HUGE fan of his shifting sands series when I found it on instagram and when i say HE MOVED TO TUMBLR?! I WAS FUCKING ESTATIC!!!! Also very worried that his art got stolen but it was clear it wasnt- ANYWAYS! When I first found him, i was so ready to just give up on art -before my digital art era- because when i stared at my art all i saw was bland strokes of a pencil that could never be compared to what others had made, but when I found his comic that was FULLY TRADTIONAL I was stunned. I showed it to everyone I knew, whether they knew loz/lu or not, i needed them to see the talent and beauty I found. And he was the beginning of me starting to relearn to love traditional art again, and how much more beautiful it was to me compared to any digital piece

ARIA!!! I was in awe of her cute style- and i saw her make art for Sacred realm and i was HOOKED! Genuinely, I was like 'oop- have to be friends with her now' and though we dont talk that much, im constantly impressed with her growth even when she thinks its trash. That girl has SO much potential, and im estatic to see what she does with it. OH AND THE ART SHES MADE FOR FAROLA?! **MWAH!!!** Honestly she made me love Farola again-

Major, an unrated GEM, one of the most encouraging, heartfelt and creative person ive met on this site. She is, and will always be, someone I look to when I need a push or when im unsure about doing something (like this!) cause I know that she will never cease her amazing ability to encourage and inspire those around her.

Finky and Isa- some of the most iconic styles ive seen, its amazing to see them grow and keep their styles while still improving. AND THE AMOUNT OF ART AND IDEAS THEY MAKE??? Im stunned by how quick they are able to make their art and STILL HAVE IT BE AMAZING QUAILTY?! Witch craft I tell you!

Shade and Mossy, two people I sadly dont talk to much anymore, but were apart of one of the most important parts of my life so far. Both were such positive lights that kept pushing even when they got pulled back by others. Idk if its their stubbornness or determination that keeps them going, but whatever they have, I want it!

[voltronisanobsession]

Can we get some Rachel Elizabeth Dare x male reader headcanons?

Rachel Elizabeth Dare x Reader General Headcanons

OH. MY GOSH. A RACHEL REQUEST IN MY INBOOOXX???? IM SO HAPPY IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE FOR HERRR HEHEEE

Also I usually don’t mention genders that much in my writings, so I hope this was alright for you!!! Not proofread

OKOK

You guys most likely grow your friendship and bond over art!

Reader probably meets her at like some community service event they were forced to go to and just instantly click

You fully believe you’re gonna be bored out of your mind until you meet Rachel. She’s energetic and spontaneous, that energy rubbing off on you

It’s safe to say you both had a lot of fun painting the walls of the community center

The way she focuses her attention to the smallest of details while she paints has you lowkey captivated with the girl

And Rachel grows interested in you as you paint something so unique, she wouldn’t have even thought of creating what you do

You both keep contact and Rachel LOVES hanging out with you!

Reader is most likely just an average teen, spending the day going to school and hanging around New York

You’re like a fresh breath of air for her, allowing her to have a temporary get away from her lavish, suffocating home

You don’t judge or see her differently when she tells you of her extravagant life. You don’t judge her for what others may see as small problems. You listen to her problems, sometimes listening quietly or even giving the red haired girl some advice!

And because of this, Rachel grows closer to you, feeing that you just get her💔

AND UGH

Like you understand talking about personal problems can be HARD, so you just see her as a super strong person for being able to open up to you

No one can break y’all up, you’re each others ride or dies

Honestly I can see this relationship being either platonic or romantic

Both essentially having the same vibes, a romantic relationship would include the more intimate side of being a couple, like kisses and all that fun stuff

But let’s take the romantic route teehee

There are NO walls between y’all

you can read each other like open books

Rachel loves taking you to small, hidden places she finds while out in the city and just being around you

She calls you her muse (LITERALLY SCREAMING)

She’s lowkey made several portraits of you, most of which you haven’t seen because she’s embarrassed 😭😭😭

You guys spend some days just sitting with each other in silence, painting and creating new art that you often give away to anyone who wants it

You most likely know about her ability to see things that most normal people can’t see

There’s times where she’s able to talk you through seeing past the mist, allowing you to see some of the amazing things she sees (though a lot of the times you guys hide away when you see a monster💀)

And Rachel can sense you’re different from everyone else too, with your hyper active self always seeming to know when something is off, along with your crazy agility and strength

You like holding and playing with her hands! there always seems to be a small smudge of paint on her skin and under her nails, the girl unable to wash it away fully

She personally likes playing your hair!

I like to think that Rachel always has hair ties on her wrists so you already know this girl is styling your hair in the most weirdest hairdos LMAO

One time she tied your hair up to make it look like you had a spike Mohawk

Everything is good and fun between y’all tbh! You’ve met her father (this man kinda likes you, kinda doesn’t just because you’re with his daughter)

She likes hanging out and crashing at your home though

Rachel’s strong personality is something your parents/guardians LOVE

They love having her over, Rachel always manages to make the small, quiet apartment loud with laughter!

You like counting the freckles on her cheeks when night falls, her bright eyes staring into yours with admiration (OH MY GOSH I CANT RN😭😭)

Everything is almost perfect tbh

Until everything that happened in battle of the labyrinth and last Olympian, well, happens😭💀

Rachel has a new responsibility as the new carrier of the oracle, which unfortunately means that being a couple is off the table

She has a whole new life as the oracle and you being a new discovered demigod changes a lot of things

You both still care and love each other though

You just,, can’t be together in a romantic sense

But you can’t help but feel happiness for Rachel because she’s finally doing what she was meant to do! She’s always felt different and out of place, so seeing her take this important role fills you with joy!

This girl is actually so lucky to have you by her side, whether it be as her best friend or her boyfriend

You’re just so understanding and supportive, your relationship stays strong even with her role as the oracle and her attending Clarion Ladies Academy

You’re her best friend, her muse

And she’s you’re best friend, your first love

Nothing can break the bond you’ve formed together, through thick and thin, through hardships and heartbreaks, it’s always been you and Rachel against the world

[gr1ffins]

hi. hello. so. um. I hope you're okay with long asks. that new griffin fic and that art. um. um,,,,,,

this gif is literally me I fear... I feel manic. a bit. maybe a lot. please bear with me on this, I need to say, that art? griffin with his dark brows and frowning eyes and slightly askew hair and stubbles?!!! ssjdjsjsubeis???? i meant to say this earlier but your griffin made me feel INSANE grrrghh

also i'm so not over your writing style, and the mentor dynamics kind of slapped me on the face hard, [“I’m supposed to be the one looking after you,” Griffin murmurs so quietly you almost don’t hear him. He sounds deliberately disinterested, but he keeps clasping and unclasping his hands.] IM GUTTED. your griffin characterizations too oml, [Griffin’s lips quirk up with amusement. “But when I say that, I’m the one being crude.”] // [ “I’m only indulging you because I know what you’re like when you’re bitter. Don’t start expecting this, next time I won’t have it.”] like, oml shut UPP I'm going to kiss you ooo boy you want us so bad just admit it 💔 I NEED to tackle that guy and smooch all over his face and give him warm food and feed him soup and tuck him in and kiss his brow and pat his arm and if he protests that doesn't matter he has no choice, I'm still calling him pookie snookums whether he likes it or not ♥️

speaking of, the way reader and griffin is comfy with each other in an unspoken way...[You duck forward to rest your head between his shoulder blades, right above where a new scar of neat stitches will run down his back, hiding from his gaze. You ghost your fingers over the shape of it, smiling to yourself. ] // [You consider kicking his chair out under him, just to see him suffer, but decide better of it when he leans into your palms as they cup the jagged angles of his collarbones.] pacing around my room rn. thinking about your art again. you in that art are so cute what 😭 after griffin creases his brow (aw he's angy) you're doing that cute lil mischievous crinkling eyes that's so cute 🥹 and so them. I'm visualizing the fic with that, and ugh I'd literally read a whole novel of griffin and his little mentee 😔♥️

anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk loll tysm for sharing your work <33 here's a more sane and normal part of the ask if you don't mind hehe; can I ask what program you use for your art? literally gorgeous rrahh

Circi i want to scoop you into my arms and smooch the top of your head. my ask box is ALWAYS open to any type of ask, long short whatever. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU SEND IN SUCH CUTIE THINGS ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

i’m currently drawing more griffin, because i need a banner for my pinned post and a new pfp. i’ll make the damn aesthetic griffin account with my own two hands. i completely understand the feral need for him. i’m a professional griffin glazer you don’t even need to explain. i always imagined him with scruff, and in the book his hair is described as sort of longer and messier. i was a little paranoid that he looked too… full? in my drawing? like i needed to draw him thinner, but everything i tried just looked awkward so i left him be. this makes me happy that i did, im glad im appealing to the masses

circi you are ruler of uplifting any of my worries about my posts. i literally thought to myself “no no, i shouldn’t post this. it’s so out of character. i despise it.” but i didn’t have anything else to post, and i felt the need to produce something since it’s been nearly a week since lost solace. i rewrote those specific lines you’re quoting at least twenty times, im so glad you liked them 🥹 the mentor and mentee dynamic!! i imagine griffin in my mind as just being older. more mature. perhaps not guiding, but definitely experienced. it feels so perfect to write him in that dynamic. trust, he wants you bad. pet names and all

IM BLUSHINGGGGG that little animation is very much what i imagine griffin’s dynamic with reader is. you are both the one who pushes him to insanity and the one who brings him back to reality. no matter what he says, he does enjoy your antics.

you are making me want to write a long fic with this dynamic. with a full plot and like. 7-10 chapters. i’ve only written a long fic once and it nearly killed me but i think i could do it again. if i were going to, it would take a long time before i could post it, as id want to do proper research and then pre write all the chapters in advance, but this has given me much to think about… my messages are very open… if you want to chat about it…….

THANK YOU for the lovely ask!! i adore seeing you in my notifs, and this brought such a big grin to my face i was so pleased hehehehhehehe ! also! i use procreate! although i’m planning on switching to a different program once i get a new tablet. the one i currently use is like. 8 years old and can ONLY have procreate on it, otherwise it just shuts down. i get nervous its gonna crash and delete all my artwork one day. procreate cant really handle the animations and it limits how many frames you can use. so annoying

[azsazz]

I wish we knew more about the other Vanserra brothers, SJM didn’t say much besides they are horrible people basically…do you have any HCs for them?

ugh, me too. i refuse to believe the vanserra family is that fucked up to where they never got along and they all dislike each other. i know beron has been pitting them against each other for literally centuries smh.

So, in my fictional universe, the order of the brothers is as follows: Eris, Pyrolas (Pyro), Conleth (aka Connie 🥹), Oakland (Oak), Finch & Foxe (twins, both deceased), and Lucien.

We know Eris. We love Eris.

Pyro, man what a hot head. We've discovered a little bit about him through You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire. He's messy. Second born, second best. Never enough to live up to his older brother. Beron has pitted them against each other for the longest time. Deep down, Pyro really just wants someone to be proud of him. But he's a little twisted because he's never had love and all he's seen is the piss poor excuse of a father treating his mom like shit. Except for when he found out about Lucien and his partner. There was a flicker of guilt as he watched the twins pin Lu down while his lover perished before them all. He's so incredibly hurt that he takes it out on others, on his brothers, parents, people of the court, his partners. He wants someone to hurt as much as he hurts. He's a master at the art of façade. No one knows that he wants love because he's so good at pretending he doesn't need it and pushing people away.

Connie, my baby. Ngl I had him as deceased for a bit until that anon reminded me that he was alive. so here he is, im introducing him. Conleth is third born, middle of the pack. he's pretty docile compared to pyro, but he really does enjoy the simple of things in life. he's second mommy's boy, coming after the biggest mommy's boy of all, eris. he's lethal with a bow but those skilled hands are good at many things, like in the bedroom or in the kitchen. he can make a mean pie. i'm feeling as i write this that he's just like us and has a MAD crush on cass and az, have you seen those wings? those powerful bodies? cuz connie dreams of it (he's just like me fr). he keeping it much on the down low because of daddy Ber.

Oakland, love him. Oak is the rational one. He appears in The Autumn Chill, and he's the one that none of the brothers can ever stay mad at. He's the mediator, the strategist. He sees everything and anything and is ever-calculating. Everyone adores him, he's so sweet, but can also put on a show when he needs to, just as all of them can. In Creepy Campfire, we see his playful side, joining in on his brothers jokes because he likes it when his brothers are happy. He wants a better world for his court even though he knows that berons power probably won't fall to him after he dies, he'll stick by the brother that does and off him his intelligence.

Then there's Finch and Foxe. I can see them being like night and day or super fucking similar. cliche to say night and day, i know, but what if they were fire and wind? Foxe gives more bad boy than Finch (who will do whatever his twin asks of him) and they're trouble makers through and through. Foxe is fire while Finch is wind (appropriately named). Where Foxe sets a blazing fire Finch is there to add fuel to the flames. They back each other and aren't worried for title of heir to the throne because they know it won't happen for some time, they'll discuss it when the time nears, if it should happen. both playboys, and i bet they've even shared women between the both of them too. they give that vibe, as strange as it sounds. But, they are no longer, killed off by Lucien and Tam in the books and also in Safe Haven. They held down Lu while Beron killed his lover and they found sick delight in watching, in having a hand in it. They're both twisted as hell tbh.

And of course, Lucien. We know him and we love him too.

so yeah, i guess this is how i'd view them in my personal world 🤷🏼‍♀️😅

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

i’ll take you there (reminded me of the conversation between puen and talay on an ergonomic bike and talay asked to take him to their universe)

shirt with meaning. it’s especially funny how day looked at jasmine in this shirt, as well as the camera focusing on day’s eyes. ugh, art.

both puen and mork, without a twinge of conscience, love to stare at the lips of their lovers during a conversation.

mork and puen love awards (and in real life sea loves awards hehe)

ocean blue (in which no one drowns, thank you'll)

sand in hand (referring to the sand on which the puen’s name was written)

the stupid prank with the book reminded me of the stupid prank of puen in the bed scene of ep 12

showing the middle finger reminded me of bad buddy when wai gave the middle finger to pat and his gang while watching football at the bar.

phi day is like nong puen

i will never let go of your hand (where there is puen, there is talay). oaths and promises are in all the universes of puen and talay

of course the wedding (if they caught the bouquet here too, i would definitely call p'aof out)

the song the distance of one palm is as iconic as love by paradox 12a. this brainrot has nothing to do with, but with star wars, so i’m skipping it

you can play a song (and this is definitely a love by paradox the only thing missing is mork with shaving cream)

i brought your favorite drink (i brought your favorite choco pie treats to quickly move on to nomnom scene)

are you alive, monica? i'm not very. this episode was so beautiful, so tactile,i didn't know where to look. sure while i was sitting and blinking at the beauty, i missed a lot of rot. we also had 3 kisses, which is completely unusual for p'aof. i'm in a pleasant shock. thank you for shouting about vv with me this year. it's so cool to be pink not alone. this year i'm taking my leave and retiring until next year. happy new year!

PINKYBRAIN IM GONNA NEED YOU TO HOLD ME FOR THIS ONE BECAUSE THE BRAINROT REACHED UNPRECEDENTED UNPARALLELED UNMATCHED LEVELS OF INSANITY HERE LIKE MAYBE IT'S NOT EVEN THE EPISODE WITH THE MOST PARALLELS BUT I KEPT SEEING PUENTALAY IN EVERY SINGLE SCENE AS IF MORKDAY WASN'T ALREADY ENOUGH TO SEND ME TO THE PSYCH WARD

the way i immediately knew that losing the book and mork being upset were just a ruse because i've been tricked by puentalay before so i knew EXACTLY what to expect like we had puen pretending to be tun in episode 12 and to have swallowed the ring in our skyy, and always in our skyy we had talay acting mad with jigsaw to get back at puen, tup, and tou AT THIS POINT I KNOW THEIR SHENANIGANS AND THEY AIN'T GONNA FOOL ME NO MORE NO MATTER THE UNIVERSE THEY'RE INHABITING

I HATE EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THESE SHOWS

on the other hand i had completely missed the "i'll take you there" parallel, that was such a nice catch!!!!!! i do have a few ones to add, tho im pretty sure im missing some too (which is perfectly understandable of us considering what we've been going through with this episode), so here they are!!!

1) surprise cheek kisses!!!!!!

2) both puen and mork being actually very soft which clashes with the idea everyone has of them (and talay and day being the only ones who know about it)

3) beach kisses that changed the trajectory of my life forever!!!!!!!

4) i saw people on my dash already pointing this out but for the sake of our collections im still gonna add it: both puen and mork wearing suspenders

5) you pointed out "your favorite drink" paralleling "your favorite snack" which is soooooo true but i also want to call out puen and mork for their damn rewards which always contemplate kissing (WHO ARE THEY EVEN REWARDING EXACTLY TALAY AND DAY OR THEMSELVES)

also we got another proof that p'aof watched vice versa because like you said he never gave us 3 kisses in a single episode so i just know he saw the ridiculous amount of kisses in vice versa and said 'you know what. i can beat that. challenge accepted' (then he turned around to jimmysea and asked 'you guys up for it?' to which they replied 'already on it, boss'. after that jimmy, renowned unhinged method actor, proceeded to kiss sea's cheek at any given chance [p'aof: that's not. i didn't mean. WE'RE NOT EVEN FILMING YET])

[wormchamp72]

hiiii again!! :3 ty for telling me how to properly <3 jeff!! but i was wondering about how cutesifying and shipping him was problematic? i would NEVER do such a thing, even despite how i type xD, but it would love an in depth explanation! ty again!!! <3

Ugh...where 2 begin?? TW: anger. Rage. I am going through a tough time. And this is a sensitive subject for me. Read...if you dare.

FIRST Jeff is not "cute" nor is he shipping material. Not 2 say that Jeff is not worthy of love and respect (he deserve both in infinitum) BUT he is never shown 2 have any romantic interest in anyone in the source material. I am not saying that one cannot draw conclusions based on this (one may "headcanon" him as gay, straight, acesexual, bisexual, etcetera), but it is problematic to force him in2 relationships with people he does not approve of. Ask yourself with everything you do: would Jeff like this? Would he approve? If the answer is no, then it might be time 2 reevaluate yourself.

SECOND there is a gay problem in this fandom. NOT SAYING that I hate gays! In fact, I once had a gay friend...yes, this Worm is loving. What happened 2 that friend? Well, if you know anything about me, you should know...(that friend was also trans gender. See? This Worm doesn't discriminate...well, unless ur a bully or a hater (that is 2 say that if you are a bully or a hater I will only discriminate against u on those grounds. If you are a gay and bully I still do not like you but good for you for being gay. I wish you a happy BF (boyfriend) filled life but also a life where you trip and fall and knock out all ur teeth because ur a bully)))))))))

The Gay Problem I am addressing is in fact for the benefit of the Gay Community. I think people assuming Jeffrey is gay feeds into them "cutesifying" him. Jeff can be gay. You can headcanon him as such. But is being gay a reason for someone not 2 be cool? NO!!!!! And we all know Jeff the Killer is the epitome of cool. I am noticing a correlation between making Jeff into a CUTE UWU BLUSHES *NUZZLES* TICCIJEFF YAOI~~BL~~ character and headcanoning him as gay. you can make him gay as long as he stays COOL. That is all I am saying. YOU CAN BE GAY AND BE COOL I REPEAT JUST BECUZ U R GAY DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE 2 UWU AND OWO ALL OVER THE PLACE (Ex: Maximus P. used 2 be cool. Back when we were friends. Now, not so much...) So yeah. That's the gay problem.

SHPPING him is another similar matter. Jeff simply is too complex 2 be shipped with any lesser Creepypasta. Perhaps if he found an equal (I am slightly less offended by shipping him with Jane the Killer becuz I feel there are lots of nuances 2 be explored and I feel Jane does possibly have the depth necessary 2 comprehend Jeff's inner workings). But I most often see people shipping him with Ticci Tobi which WHY???????????? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DOES TICCI TOBIN EVEN DO WHAT IS HIS THING IM SORRY I DONT GET IT CALL ME A FAKE CREEPYPASTA FAN (TW: don't. U will face my wrath if u do) BUT I DO NOT LIKE TICCI TOBI OTHER THAN AESTHETICALLY (bless the fanart of u fans. Very talented people. I look upon your art with admiration no hate peace and love) HE DOES NOTHING HE HAS NO COMPLEXITIES ALL EVERYONE MAKES HIM OUT 2 BE IS UWU OWOWOWOWOW S3X WITH JEFF SHIRTLESS TOBI AUTISTIC TOBI (no hate 2 autistic people RE: Maximus P. and also Corbin from school and also some people at school call me autistic no hate peace and love peace and love) BUT THAT IS ALL YOU GIVE HIM WHO IS HE WHAT DOES HE DO HE IS NOTHING COMPARED 2 JEFF WHO CONTAINS MULTITUDES JEFF IS AN ONION TOBI IS A GLASS ONION (a song my dad likes and explained 2 me and alos like the detective movie) HE IS NOTHING. NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hhhhhhhh.....seething........................................................................

*Deep breath*

*Composes myself*

(I just learned about asteriks. They mean 2 imply that the speaker is doing an action)

Grrr....those "fan"girls (and boys and others) only want a charicature of Jeff...not the real thing. They simplify him down into a funhouse mirror stereotype. They want 2 see him without his scars...2 take away his identity just 2 make him match their idealized vision of "perfection." Hmph. Go read some BL....that might be a little easier for u 2 digest. Leave Jeff the Killer 2 the adults.

[totallynotapsychic]

HSHAGFJAHA Heyy ooc! Im the same anon that asked about top 3 ships, and YES I LOVE YOU SM. I SHALL NOW YAP. 🙌🏼

Nendou x saiki is so so funny to me, i love it!! At first i was like ehh🤔, but then i was like ohh🤨 and then i was like OHHH😍 the more you think about it, the better their basic dynamic gets and i just HEJWIDHA

Aiura x saiki !! That's actually one of my top 3 as well!! Them both being psychics, her understanding, strong personality, humor and JEBFIWI its like, she's an actual character yknow? Not just random made just for mocking romance. Not to mention the fact that she predicted they were soulmates, and her predictions are canonically always accurate!! (Platonic or romantic, its still adorable)

Believe it or not teruhashi x saiki is ALSO MY TOP ANDOSJJAH WE NEED TO GET MARRIED NEOOOWWW🗣🗣🗣

i LOVE teruhashi!! Defending her is actually a full Time job im not even joking. I find her character and development amazing! Yes, she may be arragont, but does she ever ACT arrogant? No! Her whole thing is about acting perfect, which means making people happy, and whilst her thoughts are far from it, she doesnt act on them, which is why i love her! She's honestly such a nice, kind and sweet girl, who makes me laugh too. Not to mention she memorized EVERY persons name in her school just so THEY would be happy, to maintain her perfect persona, and passed out because of it!! My heart was lucky this anime is comedy😟😟

But yes OMDDD This SHIP has my HEART. The canon art of those two are MWAH. The dynamic!! The moments they had in the show!! SHE MADE HIM SAY OFFU LIKE CMON NOW I WAS SQUEALLING.

Whilst its true that she doesnt know his TRUE true self, she was still perfectly fine with his 'normal' self, made him smile, and kept headstrong cuz that's just her!! OH AND ALSO lets not forget the alternative universe that is only slightly altered from the main one, that saiki uses to check his friends reaction to his power reveal, THEY ALL ACCEPTED HIM⁉️ SO WE CANNONICALLT KNOW THAT TERUHASHI, ALONG WITH ALL HIS FRIENDS, ACCEPT HIS POWERS.

My heart🤧 my soul 🤧 my life🤧

Oh and also i personally headcannon saiki to be demi romantic/sexual!! ( developing romantic/sexual attraction only after building a strong close emotional relationship and not on first basis impressions) but i also totally understand the aroace headcannons, and tbh yh i kinda see it! Im open for everything tbh, however it does get quite exhausting watching others attack eachother over differing headcannons regarding saiki. Oh well🙁

But yah, my top 3 are terusai, aiusai, and ....don't judge me... One sided toritsuka x saiki. IM SORRY HELP ITS JUST SO FUNNY TO ME. 😟😟

ALSO WHENS THE WEDDING??

/ooc HOLY YAP /lh

I had so much fun reading this ily the wedding is tomorrow

1. I love love love teruhashi so so so much and it takes every single bit of my willpower to not viscerally attack someone when they say they hate her (/j I'm not attacking ppl) but I have to remind myself they just don't understand and they're not as insane as me. Also I think Saiki and Teruhashi having a closer relationship would provide some benefit for both of them. Idk how I forgot about that episode you mentioned but the way Saiki caught her before she fell just UGH ❤️❤️ I think they would take really good care of each other if they just got a little closer.

2. Demi saiki definitely makes the most sense to me!! I forgot that was a thing and couldn't think of a label to apply to him LMFAO but I love hcing a lot of my favs as demi because that's just how I view optimal relationships in general if that makes sense.

3. I WONT JUDGE YOU LISTEN. I almost considered putting torisai as one of my top three but then I realized the reciprocated feelings dynamic would be a little iffy idk that doesn't make much sense but I'm not sure how I see it. I used to love torisai as well and for some reason I can't really remember why, I just know I wasn't thinking of it the same way then as I think of it now but one-sided torisai DEFINITELY is super funny 😭 a lot of people misconstrue this ship as well and make it kind of gross and icky so that might be what drove me away from it.

[neonmetro]

HAI....SO LIKE,, OPINIONS ON MAHOU SHOJO.......... PERSONALLY IM A DIE HARD FOR IT

I've been into it since I was like 5. My parents have videos of me dancing to the music of like Precure and stuff....WHICH IS LOWKEY EMBARRASSING BUT WHATEVER

Favorite Magical Girls series 👀👀

I personally REALLY like Precure, madoka magica, and card captor sakura, and tokyo mew mew ( BUT OBVIOUSLY MORE ) I WOULD LOVEEEE TO HERE YOU RANT ABOUT YOUR LOVE FOR IT 💞💞💞💞💞💞

-Paris anon

I LOVE MAHOU SHOUJO!!!!!!!!!! i have SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT YOU HAVE NO IDEAAA!!!!

it's so good. the tropes are so funny and endearing (the running to school toast thing is the most iconic thing ever) and its SO NICE TO HAVE A BOTH EPISODIC YET CONTINUOUS STORY LINE... I LOVE MAGICAL GIRL OUTFITS ITS PEAK I FEAR

i grew up on shit like sailor moon (good lord this changed the trajectory of my life forever), kitchen princess, pichi pichi pitch mermaid melody, and shugo chara (oh my god i am obsessed with shugo chara you have no idea) so um. so far my favorite is sailor moon + shugo chara but i really have to watch utena and cardcaptor ... those will probably make it on top

SAILOR MOON'S CHARACTER DESIGN/DRESSES ARE GENUINELY SOOOO AGUGHGHGHG i love the inbetween pages for mahou shoujo especially like. naoko takeuchi's fashion sense is genuinely peak (like i said i love her dresses especially)

i don't really remember all that much about kitchen princess? but it was cute i liked the food and how much the main character liked hokkaido and flan but i also read it out of order bc UGH OTHER people want to read it TOO (art style is so cute though augh)

PICHI PICHI PITCH LEGIT SHAPED MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD EXCEPT IT WAS JUST THE FIRST VOLUME BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW PIRATING EXISTED AND I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO GET MORE VOLUMES SO I JUST REREAD THE FIRST VOLUME OVER AND OVER AND OVER i got the book at like a bookstore used and it was just peak to me at the time (i tried going back to it. genuinely cannot get past it now i fear)

shugo chara.

FUCK I AM SO OBSESSED WITH SHUGO CHARA THE CONCEPT OF EGGS AND HOW HAVING YOUR DREAM EGG BROKEN AND LEAVING YOU BROKEN IS SO DEVASTATING AMU IS A LITERAL 5TH GRADER AND SHE GOES THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT i love you utau peach pit cannot make me hate her. her arc of having her talent abused because she's just that desperate to save her brother is so devastating, AND TADASE. MY GOAT. MY KING. YOU CAN RULE THE WORLD I BELIEVE IN YOU SEKAII ITEEE his arc is also just so bad. his grandma dies. his dog dies. his adoptive siblings leave him. now he wants to rule the world so everyone in the world can be happy because he will carry their burdens FOR THEM FUCK ITS ALL JUST SO GOOD!!!!

its definitely one of the mangas i can actually go back on and read it it holds up so well and the art style is just so cute (they got a new reboot and it was AWESOME UNTIL THAT FUCKING CAT BOY SHOWED UP (unfortunately sometimes mahou shoujo is just connected with that cringe))

I STILL NEED TO WATCH PRECURE, CARDCAPTOR, AND TOKYO MEW MEW (shields my face as i'm getting tomatoes thrown at me) I KNOW I KNOW I'M SORRY

I DO HAVE A LOT OF PRECURE TOYS FROM WHEN MY MOM WENT TO JAPAN AND BOUGHT THEM FOR ME... plus a bunch of magazines i loved shifting through when i was a kid

i also did watch precure glitter force and that was. uh. well it was interesting. (um. i mean it was. partially good. i. i liked the character designs and art.)

i did watch princess tutu and that was just so fucking good. i love fairy tales and i love toxic lesbianism and some empty ass guy and his toxic yaoi with his best friend

i'll be real. madoka magica scarred me because i saw the mami scene but then i went back to it when i was like 15 and cried over homura and the last few episodes of the main series and look at me now mentally ill and gay and i have homura as my google pfp

i have Thankfully grown as a person and i now understand the hype behind madoka magica and i need every single person on this fucking earth to watch it it is the biggest influence on novaturient ever i love the concept of witches and magical girls and that FUCK ASS CAT KYUBEY HIS IS AWESOME

soul gems are so pretty. i got these perfumes in my room that look exactly like them and i put them up and i think wow... this is just like madoka magica

i have no idea how to end this post. thank you for enabling to ramble about mahou shoujo i am so glad there are people just as insane as i am about this genre