#he doesnt know hes cringe yet

[puhpandas]

tony would ask gregory if he would still love him if he was a worm and gregory who takes it on the most literal sense possible would be like "no???? you would be worm brained?? worms can't feel love" and tony, devastated, calls ellis at 11 pm about how worms can't love

tony would be like Gregory would you still like me if I was cringe and Gregory just looks at him and is like yeah

[superbellsubways]

first day on the job

[classic-jamie]

in other news, panels that are PLAGUING me today:

[cerealmonster15]

jazz hands..... some sketches of some backstory of my latest toxic yaoi ocs.... before the toxic part....

erasmo and devlin before devlin upsets[betrays??] erasmo and erasmo traps him in the gemstone lol

[floofyflooftheallmighty]

I NEED THEM TO BE CANON <- is literally the creator

[impish-baby]

More dad survivor x zombie reader + an old friend :) (tw: dead animal, guns, emetophobia, threats of harm)

"Aw, sugar.." The dead bird is the farthest thing from appetizing but you look so darn happy offering it to him, how's he supposed to say no?

"You're the sweetest, daddy will eat it later, ok?" That at least seems to be satisfactory enough for now, as you drop the poor thing down onto the park table.

The playground has long been abandoned, left in disarray since the apocalypse hit, that doesnt stop Hank from finding it absolutely adorable when you try to climb up a slide. Nearly gives him a heart attack though.

"Baby, come on, you're gonna hurt yourself." He wonders if you remember being little and playing here, your memory isn't the best when it comes to some things but you sure seem to recall what it takes to give him gray hairs. "I know you think it's fun, but your old man really couldn't handle it if you got scratched up while you're messing around."

You get hurt so easily now a days, he's basically toddler proofed the house all over again and yet you still find a way to bang yourself up when he's not around, that's why he's taken to tying you up when he can't keep an eye on you.

When you do finally decide to slide back down, Hank immediately sweeps you up into his arms with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright, I think you've had enough outside time for today, we should be headin' home."

It would've been a good day, a great one even, if he didn't catch the glittering of a silver barrel from the corner of his eye.

"Shit-" Hank has never been more greatful that he was holding you, because you lunge automatically for the stranger and likewise closer to the gun. "No, sweetheart, shhh..shh..calm down.." God, he'd love it if you listened, it's hard to pull out his own pistol while trying to wrangle you into staying put.

Other survivors aren't very common in town, most people left after the first few months.

"You gonna let that thing go so I can shoot it?" He recognizes that voice, and it makes Hank's heart sink into a pit in his stomach. "I ain't.. Hank?" A familiar face is rare, a friendly familiar face is nearly unheard of.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, just step back for a minute, alright?" When Hank glances over, he wasn't expecting Bo to be emptying his stomach onto the cement.

"I- Fuck-" The man retches again, dryheaving. "You.. God, the kid.." An honorary uncle, Bo knew you since the day you where born, he didn't see the day that was meant to be your last.

"I know," You stopped struggling once you heard his voice, eyes wide as you simply whine to be let down. "You're gonna have to wait, be patient, hun." That never was your strong suit. "The grown ups need to talk."

"Hank.. man, you gotta let them go.." There's tears in Bo's eyes as he takes a cautious step forward. "They're dead. There aren't any ifs or buts, that's a corpse. You can't-"

"That is my child," He's been a sinner for a long time, if it comes down to it, shooting his brother will be one of his worst. "My baby, what kind of father am I to hurt them?"

"A merciful one!" There are days you wake up confused and scared, you cry for hours or at least your body tries to. "They aren't a person anymore, Hank, they aren't themselves. You're fucking lucky they haven't bitten you yet!"

"I'd welcome it if they did." He's thought about it, that first night when you went cold in his arms and many more after that. "You pull that trigger and that's it, a life without my kid isn't worth living."

"Dammit," Hank almost collapses in relief as the gun is holstered, putting his away as well. "You're still an idiot, huh? Figures.."

Bo approaches slowly, never taking his eyes off your still form. All you do is smile and try to reach out for a hug, but he cringes away with a look of disgust.

Hank's heart breaks as you tuck your teary face against his neck. He doesn't know how to explain in a way you'd still understand, all he can is press a kiss to your forehead and shush your sniffles.

[femmeftal]

⠀. ּ ֶָ֢⠀⠀⠀₍ ^⠀. .⠀^ ₎⠀⟆⠀ ۟ ❨ ᥍͟𝗍͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗌 𝗼𝗯ׂ𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 ❩

۪ ⋆ 𝓅𝒶̄𝗂𝗋𝗌 : mark!variants x reader

𝗁ℯ𝒶𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 : what each different mark variants are into, and why they are into it.

𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀s : p links, kink listing, 18+ content

 .’﹙ ℳ𝗈𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝓅𝖽𝖺 ﹚

mark’s biggest turn on is PDA, the feeling of your soft delicate skin on his just flips a switch in him. mark’s lips are always on yours no matter what time it is or where you two are at, his favorite place that he kisses you is infront of him viltrum empire loving the feeling of eyes on him.

the same hands he had killed thousands with were wrapped around the curve of your throat do softly, applying enough pressure to make your eyes slightly blur. Mark did not want to lose a doll like you he claimed, being do possessive over his little nymph.

Bonus points if mark is able to convince his little blythe to match mohawks with him!! always pressing his forehead to yours and making out with you, his tongue wrapping around yours and sucking. The taste of him wasn’t foreign to you anymore the amount of times he kisses you, which is always..

but during sex is so much more..romantic, loves making you feel like the queen you are even sometimes setting up roses on your shared bed when he wants to have sex with you. his poundings are so ruthless and rough, always managing to pull screams out of your throat ( ♡︎ )

 .’﹙𝓈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝒷𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ﹚

you need to pray every time you start your cycle, and he knows exactly when too. so when he pops up randomly behind you groping your ass and tits while his bulge is pressed against the curve of your ass, you know EXACTLY what he is here for.

the sloppy wet sounds of your period blood and his saliva mixing together makes you cringe in embarrassment, he had you sprawled out in an abandoned hotel that he hadn’t destroyed just yet.

“fuck - keep these open. “ he was devouring your bleeding cunt like it was going to be his ever last meal, making sure no blood had slid down the cheeks of your ass. he was licking you raw at this point, and even if you tried to run from it he’d give you a harsh slap on your already sensitive pussy.

“ this pusshys mine to eat..mgh fwuck sho good “ mark had a habit of getting drunk off your pussy, always rambling on how if he ever caught you with someone else that person would be dead in a instant. mark always wasn’t a good sharer with his toys. ( ♡︎ )

 .’﹙𝓇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝒶𝗋𝗄 ： 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 ﹚

this mark is so bossy, always telling people about his empire, so its natural that he bosses you around too. just his orders are more.. explicit.

he loves it when you call him king or emperor it boosts his ego so much and he would probably reward you with allowing you to watch him stroke his hardened cock in front of your innocent naive face, his mewls and whimpers bring you to the edge all the time and even if you dare to turn your head away from the scene he is giving you.

he will punish you, slapping his member against you face and probably even smearing in against your facial cheeks. if you cry about how it hurts when he slaps you with his cock he’ll just do it harder next time, smirking at your pathetic cries.

he doesnt just ask for sex, no no no he demands it. he expects you yo be on your knees mouth wide open with your tongue hanging out when he wants his fat cock sucked, and if he wants to fuck you, he better see you in a wide mating press with your small fingers spreading your pussy for him.

retro mark is like those men on broadcasts who claim women have to only do 3 things, and your 3 things are to worship his cock, pleasure him, and give him your lovely attention and he probably has a collar and leash for you too when he is pounding you from the back. ( ♡ )

 .’﹙ℴ𝗆𝗇𝗂 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ：𝓈𝗂𝗓𝖾 ���𝗂𝗇𝗄 ﹚

i can imagine that this mark is a little bit muscular than the others, always focusing and working out 24/7.

thats why when he is pressed against your body, making you stand on your tippie toes to kiss him, his mind goes extremely blank.

so blank to the fact that his cock is springing back to life, he sometimes wonder how’d you look in a chokehold while being fucked so good bye him.

mark has a big dick, everyone knows that but when he has his member hovering above your stomach to show you how deep he is gonna go your little face panicking just makes his dick jump and bounce against your stomach.

god you’re such a fucking vixen mark thinks, always distracting him when he works out and you just claim “ i wanna help you! “ but your tight yoga clothes say other wise. he wants to take you here and tower over your small frame bending your body into the desired position he’d like. and so he does, he can feel his tip trying to prod open your womb and force itself inside

your eyes were blown wide open, jaw slacked and drool smothered all over your chest and jaw. he loved you like this, destroyed and ruined from other men but him, the way your pussy could only accommodate to him after this would leave you shocked. ( ♡︎ )

[kuromixheartzzz]

WANNA BE MY FN DUO?! | gross sweaty gamers

nagi seishiro. 18. biggest streamer on twitch. he’s well known for barely trying on all games yet still being good at them. thinks everything is a hassle. he literally is the definition of the stereotypical fortnite player. nicknamed ‘the lazy genius’ by his fans. he personally thinks it’s cringe. his fan club are die hard fans, they are lowk toxic. childhood best friends with reo and lives with him. they do everything together. his fans suspect they have something going on with each other.. friends with isagi and bachira from high school. he thinks they are a little weird and crazy (he’s one to talk..) but they aren’t hassles so he doesn’t really care. kurona and rin are mutual friends from isagi. 

mikage reo. 17. rich boy. got everything he wanted growing up. he’s kind of a spoiled brat. he’s also nagi’s number 1 dickrider. he doesn’t really stream cause everyone knows he’s the next heir for the mikage corporation. he just joins nagi’s streams half the time and goes viral. also is nagi’s sugar daddy.

isagi yoichi. 17. a well known streamer cause of the fact he’s literally the sweetest boy ever until he gets pissed and becomes the devils reincarnation. it’s known he has beef with kaiser and partially ness but half the time he’s telling ness that he needs to stand up against kaiser. one time he was doing 1v1 with kaiser in minecraft and he got pissed and used every slur ever made. he got banned and cancelled but most people thought it was funny so he’s still big. he’s childhood bffs with bachira, rin, and kurona.

bachira meguru. 17. literal ray of sunshine! he’s well known for playing more passive games like minecraft, stardew valley, animal crossing, etc. he has a mostly female fan base due to that but he loves his fans!! sometimes on the rare occasion he does irl streams. he always invites his fans to his streams. his fan base is super sweet and respectful. his fans do think that he’s schizophrenic cause he keeps talking about some monster inside of him?!?! his fans like to call him bumblebee. he thinks it’s cute! childhood bffs with isagi.

rin itoshi. 16. well known for being sae itoshi’s little brother. he’s trying to move past that and make a name for himself. he kinda hates his brother but not really.. he’s known for being #1 in most fps games.. and cause he trash talks all the time. his viewers thinks it’s funny. he plays horror games all the time. he doesnt even flinch too. he didn’t really want to go viral but he doesn’t care. he streams like sometimes because he has a life. he knows shidou and hates him. he’s also has a bunch of fangirls cause of his cold, mysterious aura. but he doesnt give a fuck. childhood bffs with isagi.

kurona ranze. 16. cutie! literally everyone loves him, nobody bullies him. he has no haters. NONE. he’s also a shark. 🦈. he’s mostly well known for chatting and irl vlogs. sometimes he plays games but they are passive. went viral for saying “chomp chomp” now his fans never let it go. he is known for his shark obsession. he isn’t as big as the others soooo he works at the same diner chigiri, y/n, barou, and gagamaru work at. he’s actually friends with them and thinks they are funny. childhood bffs with isagi.

(a/n: i actually wanted kurona to be a part of y/n’s friend group but then there would be so many people on y/n’s side and not nagi’s sooo i put kurona here)

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[xxkissesforchanniexx]

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Pairing: childhood bff!Chan x fem!reader (non-idol au) Word count: 3.4k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖, Smut 🔥❤️ (angst if you squint) Warning: Weddings... (lord help me), pro best friend chan, mentions of familial favoritism, semi rough sex? , soft dom!chan, sweet name calling(babygirl, princess), slightly jealous chan, comfort, lord someone teach me how to make better warnings, i think thats all? (someone needs to teach me to proof read.)

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU <3 I'm working on improving the formating of my works so >.> bare with me if some of the stuff doesnt translate over well on different devices, especially the text message part >.>

When you were young, you often got compared to your sister, your sister who loved pink and poodles and tutu skirts. She was younger than you by a year and yet, she always out did you, always was a step ahead, always beating you in everything. Yeah, you loved her, but the pain of comparison drove a wedge between you two.

You were 5 when you met Chan. He was very silly, always playing games and smiling, you happened to attend the same school and after he stood up for you against an older boy at the park you two were inseparable.

Chan, who sang for you. Chan, who shared his food with you. Chan, who taught you how to dance. Chan, who teased you for acting like a nerd. Chan, who was your best friend.

Chan was sitting on the couch in your apartment, watching a cringey romantic comedy with you when your phone rang. You gave it a glance and cringed, your grandmother's name appeared on the screen with a image of the woman with an almost plastic smile.

"You should probably answer." Chan said, "Would make it worse if you didn't."

You gave your best friend a side eye. "Nah really?"

He laughed lightly as you answered the phone.

"Hi, honey, you are joining us this year for the whole family get-together aren't you?" The old woman's voice came through the speaker to your ear.

"Of course Grandma-" You started.

"That's what you said last year, and you didn't come."

You made a face, the reason you hadn't gone was because you were sick. "Things happen Grandma."

"And the year before that?"

You pursed your lips, glancing at Chan. You weren't avoiding your family really you were just... avoiding the conflict that ensued when you were with your family. And by conflict you meant the constant onslaught of questions and disappointed looks you got whenever your family asked about anything you were doing with your life.

"And anyway, it's been so long since we've heard from you, we want to see how you've been, keep the family together, bring new people in along the way." Your grandma sounded so happy.

"What do you mean?" You were confused by the "bring new people".

"Oh dear. Did your sister not tell you?" Your grandma sighed, "She has a surprise for us this year."

You sighed. Your little sister always was one better than you, or two, or ten...

"Y/n?" Your grandma's voice brought you out of your daze and Chan leaned forward looking at your face.

"I'll be there this year grandma, I promise."

"Alright. Bye bye honey."

"Bye..." You said in a small voice hanging up.

Chan smiled slightly at you. "So?"

"Help."

His eyes widened slightly before darting around. "You know I really would if I could read minds but it's awfully sad I cant."

You rolled your eyes at the man. "My family dislikes everything I do."

"And?" Chan leaned back, raising a brow.

"They don't dislike you."

"What are you trying to do here?"

You clasped your hands and gave your best friend the most innocent pure pleading gaze. "Come with me, so they won't hate on me."

Chan made a face. "No-"

"I'll pay for the wifi in your apartment for the next two- four months." You grabbed your friend's big hands in yours, "Please!"

"Just because they don't hate me doesn't mean they won't hate on you." Chan said exasperated.

"BUT they'll find someone to compare to you so I won't have to be put down by this." You give him a pleading look.

"Y/n. I've done a lot of dum shit before this is my limit."

"Channie!" You begged. "Come on! I'll pay your netflix subscription too!"

Chan groaned. "Fine! You're making me feel guilty."

"AH! You're the best Chan." You smiled hugging you friend.

He rolled his eyes and patted your hair. "You're lucky netflix is expensive."

So there you were dinner, with your family, your grandmother quick to jump and compliment Chan and compare your father and uncles to him when they were his age. Everyone complimenting your sister and asking her what the big news was. Your dad looked about ready to leave when your younger sister stood. tapping her spoon against her glass gently.

You looked at her, she smiled at you, a smile you couldn't read.

"I have a big announcement to make." She looked at her boyfriend. "Well.. we have a big announcement to make."

"What is it dear?" Your mother asked.

"We're getting married!" Your little sister jumped and smiled. Everyone started clapping.

The initial excitement and congratulations ended, leaving a gently chattering at the table.

Cue your grandmother.

"Y/n dear, what about you?"

Silence.

Everyone looked at you.

Your sister sighed slightly. "Granny, you can't pester her. Give her time, she might get married before 40."

A soft laugh rippled over the table, you stared at your little sister. She smiled innocently, your fist clenched under the table. So what if she was younger and prettier and more successful. You made a move to excuse yourself but Chan grabbed your fist under the table, you relaxed your grip and his fingers slipped between yours and squeezed gently. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked up at your best friend, smiling.

Her Majesty the Queen 01:53 She was obviously out to get you.

Butt Hunter 01:53 I agree

🐶 01:54 Go to the wedding in white.

Baby Chick 01:54 💀

. Me 01:54 I'm NOT going to my sister's wedding in white!

Beanie boy 01:54 He's giving real solutions here.

Squirrel 01:55 Just don't go?

Bread. 01:55 All you do is avoid conflict.

Squirrel 01:55 NO I DONT

Noodle Spirit Survivor. 01:56 shut up. it's 2 in the fucking morning.

. Me 01:56 Sorry Chan, we'll shut up now.

Beanie boy 01:56 Erm actually it's 1:56 AM

🐶 01:56 It's called silent old man.

Bread. 01:56 LMFAO

Baby Chick 01:56 LOL

Butt Hunter 01:56 I don't think his phone box has a silent button.

Squirrel 01:57 😭

Her Majesty the Queen 01:57 💀

You put your phone down and picked up the invitation to your sister's wedding, 4 months... all you had was 4 months to get someone to go to the wedding with. You sighed, going to the app store and downloaded for the nth time, tinder. Cringing.

You had four months to at least meet some expectations, get a nice guy for maybe a month or two, ask him to be your plus one to your sister's wedding then what? You shrugged to yourself and shoved your phone under your pillow before going to sleep.

Chan realized he was screwed, he watched you get ready for another date.

"Honestly." You sighed sitting down to put on your makeup. "I might just go with a random guy. Or maybe I could take Hyunjin or Jisung."

He pursed his lips. Was he even an option for you? What made this guy from tinder so important you had to doll yourself up to go see him. Chan bit his lip, you were his best friend, he could fix the problem, he could be your plus one, he could ask. but he didn't. He was too scared to.

He remembered his conversation with Changbin and Minho a few days earlier. Maybe he was being too much of a pussy. He'd known you for ages, he knew how you liked your coffee and the music that calmed you down, he knew what part in silly romance movies made you cry, he knew when you were uncomfortable and when you were too angry to speak.

"If you keep beating around the bush with how you feel you might never get a chance."

Changbin's words rang in his ears and he bit his lip.

"Y/n what if-" He started.

The doorbell rang as you finished applying your lip stick. "Oh, I gotta go Channie." You stood and hugged him. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck." Chan gave you a small smile and the moment you were out the door he was cursing himself for not stopping you. "Damnit."

Chan wished he hadn't wished you luck. You and Seokmin, your date, apparently hit it off. For the next two and a half weeks Chan felt like a third wheel in his own friendship with you, if you weren't on the phone with Seokmin, you were texting him, and if you weren't texting him, you were talking about him.

It really came to a head when Hyunjin invited the entirety of the group chat to go out for karaoke and you were busy with Seokmin the day off.

It hand't really been his intention to show up at your place angry, just the thought of you not just ghosting him but the whole friend group. He knocked a few times. no response.

Chan knocked again. he still got no response. Sure the key in the dirt of the potted plant hanging under the sign of your apartment number was for emergencies only, but this was an emergency. (to him anyway.)

Chan opened the door and entered your apartment, expecting to hear lewd sounds or... what else was he really expecting. But as he approached your door his heart ached. It wasn't a sound he heard often from you but it was one he could recognize any day. Chan pushed the door open slowly. You sat on your bed, hugging a pillow, eyes red and puffy, tears streaking your face, you didn't notice him until he closed the door gently behind himself.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

You quickly wiped your tears. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Chan sighed. "Come here." He sat on the bed and opened his arms.

You leaned into him muttering, "Seokmin is a dumass."

"What happened?" Chan asked, rubbing your shoulder gently.

"He blocked me." You sniffed. "Out of the fucking blue."

Chan hummed softly. "His loss."

You looked up at your friend, "You're so dum."

"Nuh uh, I think I'm pretty smart princess." Chan smiled gently.

"I don't think so." You laughed softly.

He looked down at you. "'M smart enough to stay your friend."

You nod slightly, "I stayed attached to you at the hip is more like it."

"Didn't have a problem with it."

"Chan." You rubbed your friend's arm.

"Hm?"

"Go with me."

"Where?" he asked dumbly.

You sat up and flicked his forehead. "You know where."

"I don't get anything out of it." He rubbed his forehead.

"I'll uh..."

"Worry about it later." He huffed and stood, smoothing your hair. "Should we get (comfort food)?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask." You punched him softly and led the way out of your room.

The day of the wedding you were wearing a long pastel blue dress, and Chan a matching suit, it wasn't the first time you'd matched with your best friend, but this felt more special. Your grandmother and parents gave you side ways glances during the wedding procession, and once the reception had started so did your grandma's vulture like flocking.

"Y/N i really thought you would've come with someone other than Chan, maybe your sister was right you just need time." the old woman sighed.

You sucked in a breathe but Chan grabbed your hand under the table, his words making you freeze, "Is there a problem with me attending as her boyfriend?"

You turned to Chan and he squeezed your hand as if urging you to play along.

Your grandmother looked at you stunned. "What? Since when?"

"The dinner really opened my eyes, maybe guys don't approacher because I'm around, I do look like her boyfriend don't I?" He glanced at you, "Why not give it a shot?"

Your family must have heard your grandmother's cry because your mother and father came over a few moments later and you watched as Chan worked his charm, a mask on his face the entirety of the time.

Your sister looked between you and Chan, blinking quite a bit. As your parents congratulated you on not being single for the first time, you felt like you out did your sister, you looked at Chan, he smiled gently at you and your heart jumped.

After a lot of drinks and cake you decided it was time to head home.(Chan had to drag you out.)

The ride back to your apartment was quiet, you were too buzzed to speak and Chan was focused on driving.

Chan smiled softly, glancing at you. "Wasn't so bad was it?"

You took a moment before you spoke. "Did you mean what you said?"

Chan's brows furrowed, "About what?"

"Did you actually think of me like that after the dinner?" You looked at him.

Chan sucked a breath, squeezing the wheel. "Would you believe me if I said yes."

"I don't have a reason not to."

Chan pulled off the highway onto the smaller road that lead through the city and to your apartment.

"Well?" You asked.

Chan bit his lip and nodded. "I meant what I said."

You remained quiet until he pulled into your apartment complex. And even after he got you into your apartment. You stood there, looking at... Chan. Chan who knew you better than you knew yourself, Chan who always calmed you down, Chan who got angry for you, Chan who bought you food when you were sad and held you until you grew tired of it(you never did you never could), Chan your...

"You meant it?" You were completely sober now, picking up the conversation as if you hadn't been silent for the past half hour.

Chan nodded.

"Is that all there is to it?"

"No." he breathed, stepping closer to you.

"Tell me. What else?" You asked quietly.

"How do I even begin?" He laughed slightly. "I'm sorry-"

"Why are you apologizing?" You looked at him confused.

"For not telling you how I felt from the get go." he smiled, "If there's anything that makes me sleep at night it's you, if there's any place I feel safe it's with you. You make me more happy than I can describe with words alone, there isn't another person I'd be with in any life." He reached and caressed your cheek. "I wanted to fight myself when I let you go out with Seokmin. I want you, I need you, I..." He paused, scanning your face for a signal, any sign to keep going.

"You're going to shut up now when you're at the climax of your speech?" You laughed slightly.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, "I love you. I always have."

"You're really an idiot." You kissed him gently.

Chan blinked in shock. "I-"

You smiled, proud of yourself. "Now-"

Chan grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours again, you stared for a moment before relaxing into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue fighting yours before he pushed into your mouth to taste you, biting your lip gently.

"Wanted to do that for so long." He breathed against your lips, pulling away slowly.

You grabbed his collar. "If you don't finish what you started I will."

Chan's eyes widened and a smirk grew on his face. He kissed you again and his hand moved to the back of your dress. "May I, princess?"

"You may." You giggled as he removed the dress and your made quick work of his buttons before he shrugged off the jacket and shirt, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

You squeaked as he threw you onto the bed and got on top you. "Nervous?" he asked laughing lightly.

"No... Of course not." You said looking away.

He smiled and turned your head to face him kissing you passionately before he moved to suck a dark mark just next to your jaw. "So pretty, just for me."

You gasped softly and nodded. "Just for you Channie." Chan continued his assault on your neck before removing your bra and smiling at your chest, he kissed your lips gently. "This is my favorite part of you," He moved to kiss your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting gently, relishing in the cry that escaped your lips, "But this is second best."

You blushed, "Stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" Chan chuckled against your right breast, pinching the left.

"You-"

"Huh?" He kissed down your belly and bit hard beside your belly button.

"Ow-" You gasped and grabbed his hair.

"Gotta make sure they know you're taken if you wear a crop top." he murmured and moved lower kissing your thigh and pulling your legs apart. "This is mine hm? I think I waited for it long enough." He kissed your thigh before pulling your pantie off. He tossed it haphazardly over his shoulder. He took amount to admire you and you shifted slightly.

"Channie. You're staring." You muttered.

"That a problem princess?"

"Pervert." You rolled your eyes as Chan tugged you to the edge fo the bed.

He rubbed your clit with his thumb applying just enough pressure to make you moan, he smiled. "That feel good?"

You nodded, panting.

"Use your words." He said rubbing your clit a bit faster.

You moaned and tried to move away but his hand came to hold you down. "No, no."

You blushed, "Meanie."

He smirked kissing your belly before slipping a finger into you. You moan as your wall clenched around his digit, he moved it in and out slowly, thumb still working at your clit.

You gasped and bit your lip as he pushed another finger into you. He paused looking at you.

"What?" You tried to move for friction but he held you down.

"I want to hear you."

You blushed furiously, eyes wide.

Chan laughed lightly and started fingering you again, his middle and ring finger curling to find your g-spot.

You let out a loud cry and Chan smiled, he moved to kiss you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, he started grinding his palm into your clit as his fingers moved deeper. You moaned into the kiss and squealed, legs kicking slightly. Chan slid a third finger into you and you squirmed.

"It's too much!" You whined.

"I think you can take it." He said kissing your neck, "Just a little bit more, princess, wanna feel you cum on my hand."

You moaned louder as he pinched your nipple, sucking on the other one. You gasped as he started grinding his tented crotch against your thigh.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he cooed into your ear. "Cum for me, please, princess."

You moaned loudly as you came hard on Chan's hand.

He hummed and lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean before leaning to kiss you. "You taste good babygirl." He stood to remove his pants letting them fall to the floor.

You moaned at the lewdness of the action as Chan moved between your legs, tapping his cock against your clit.

"I'm gonna make you feel good, make you mine." He said, his voice thick with lust.

You bit your lip and nodded. "Please. "

Chan smiled kissing you gently as he pushed into you.

A throaty moan erupted from your throat and Chan groaned. "Sound so pretty," He pulled out slowly and pushed in deeply, you cried out at the slight burn. "I'm sorry baby," He kissed your cheeks gently. "Can I move now?"

You nod and before you could ground yourself Chan was pistoning into you, fucking you as if he wouldn't get to again. You held onto him tightly, clawing at his broad shoulders. He moaned and squeezed your hips tightly. "You're so tight princess."

He moaned softly against your neck, kissing and biting, leaving marks that would surely become hickeys by morning, as he rutted into you over and over. You moaned louder, panting into the heated kisses he granted you. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall with the force of it all, the sound of sin slapping against skin filling your bedroom, you were positive the neighbors could hear but it wasn't like you had room to care.

Chan's hand slipped between your bodies and he began rubbing your clit. "C'mon baby. Cum for me again."

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as he began thrusting into you harder, hitting your g-spot.

"Cum for me princess." He said through grit teeth.

Another thrust sent you toppling over the edge and you came hard, vision going white as you let out a broken cry. Chan followed quickly, his thick length throbbing inside you as you milked him for everything he had. He kept thrusting his gaze distant and glassy.

You whimpered and trembled as he overstimulated you slightly. After a few more thrusts he finally slowed down and relaxed on top of you.

"Let me take you out on a date..." He muttered against your shoulder.

"I'd like that." You said running your fingers through his curly hair.

What da cringe ending 😭 I really want to thank everyone for 100 followers LOVE YALL <3 requests will reopen soon, I'm still busy with school but I hoped you liked this it took really long to make.

[ask-mtt-blog]

Can we get more of your headcanons, pleaseeee? :3

Since you didn’t specify what typa headcanons you wanted, I decided on Errormare headcanons 😈😈

Error

-the praise kink is heavy with this one

-I’m joking (I’m not) but he likes any sort of ego stroke possible. Dude likes nightmare because nightmare will spend all day complimenting him

-often pacified with praise when angry

-Deeply enjoys nightmare’s pet names

-doesn’t know what to think about Nightmare’s gang, honestly. Abominations

-does not yet live in the castle much to NM’s chagrin

-yes he had the Mpreg baby and it lives witb NM or something idk

-has a thing for blue but would never dream of betraying NM

-lowkey kinda agrees with Dream but would never tell NM that

-he is more powerful than nightmare lmfaooooo

-is surprisingly a very good cook, NM fucking loves his food and always rewards him with many souls

-wants to make a doll of NM but he stuffs the dolls with SOULS of duplicates and there is only one NM

-massive trigger finger but NM is into it

-he has like 70 billion kids but NM will take care of them if it means rizzing up their dad

-also takes care of select afterdeath kids but geno has most of them and even some of the errorink kids too

-Spends most of his time swinging (I’m not projecting shut up) and NM will sometimes use Their tendrils to hold Error and gently sway him

-still kinda iffy with physical touch but NM’s negativity is more like an object to him than anything

-mothers the MTT hard. Killer breaks a vase and gets grounded for a week

-NM thinks it’s funny and plays along. killer comes to Their office like “whens my next mission” and NM is like “young man your mother said you’re grounded now go to your room”

-doesnt talk much unless he’s angry, but NM can understand him even through all the glitches and that is super flattering to him

-the mpreg was in fact the result of say gex. Thank you for the 12 asks in my inbox asking if that was the case.

NIGHTMARE

-also loves pet names. Their favorite nicknames for Error are “Pet,” “Darling,” and “my Queen.” They are very cringe. Point and laugh at the cringe loser

-speaks like a Shakespearean character when not in asks to impress Error with Their incredible knowledge

-knows Error could destroy Them at any moment. Highkey into it

-has a heavy disdain for Blue, though They don’t know why exactly

-often feels jealous of ink for having so many kids with Error despite knowing the children were born of hate and not love

-does not curse as a rule, thinks of it as crude and unbecoming of someone of Their status. They notably don’t seem to remember this rule when Error storms into Their office screaming swears about Ink

-allows Themselves petty revenge if anyone dares to so much as irritate Their beloved queen

-Has no peanor and also no coin slot but does have tentacles. You can guess how that goes

-Wants Error to move into Their castle SO BAD

-Tries to be cool and nonchalant but They’re a fucking loser

-considers themselves the King of Worlds, with Error as their Queen

-genuinely believes all of the praise they spout about Error

-very very very jealous lover

[spring002]

now playing. . . wonder if you care by flyingfish

scaramouche isn't the type of person to ask for advice. so why is he on the infamous site, reddit? well, he doesn't want to ask people knowing that he has weaknesses so obviously, he's here.

r/amitheasshole ∙ a year ago thehatguy aita for treating someone for being weird? i know how that title sounds but bear with me. i (M17) come from a predominantly rich family that is known internationally. when this person (GN17) came up to me, being all weird, acting like i know them. i was thinking that they were going to use me for connections / money / fame / etc. i didn't want that to slide obviously so i told them (dis)respectfully to fuck off. despite, my warning messages, they kept persistently to be friendly with me. in my personal opinion, i hate clingy people especially when we first met.

i tried my best to be civil with them and ignore / avoid them and their super weird-clingy-cringe advances. but they KEEP thinking we know each other from somewhere. it's getting annoying... and frankly, i did get a tad angry with them. so i pulled some strings and they aren't allowed to talk to me.... well in a class we share

after typing up a post, he already had gotten a few responses. he wiped right, unlocking his phone, to see the notifications. 

replies:

lesbianpirate69 you sound like an asshole

eyepatchwearernumber1 lwk loser behavior lmao thehatguy [OP] who even wears eyepatches? get off my post detectivelover69 nta they prob deserved it thehatguy [OP] thats what im saying

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thank god someone agrees with me. he thought. well that was until he kept scrolling. a bunch of people calling him an asshole. typical. but the username "hydronarwhal" caught his eye. stupid reddit user. who even uses this stupid app?

hydronarwhal idk why would u be weird to someone js because they want to be friends with you thehatguy [OP] why wouldn't u be mean to someone who keeps trying to be friends with u hydronarwhal dude i think you have some issues thehatguy [OP] did u read it right? read it again for me hydronarwhal just because ur rich doesnt mean they want ur money bro thehatguy [OP] 192.1xx.x.xx

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after this conversation with this guy "hydronarwhal", he had enough of this. clearly, that guy is sick in the head. blocking the account from seeing his post, he went to sleep. well, he will check the comment section after he had a well-rested night.

well, two more won't hurt.

bobaya nah thats weird. i get you on that using people for connections thehatguy [OP] finally, thank you beetlefighter101 wait ur weird asf for leaking someone's ip address thehatguy [OP] that's just the celluar data tower they're using beetlefighter101 what do they use thehatguy [OP] t-mobile hydrowhales0612 can u not? bobaya wait no, op is valid. t-mobile is ass

robinoaknumberonefan this sounds parasocial thehatguy [OP] you cannot be talking? barbaraisbetterthanrobin ROBIN CANT BEAT BARBARA'S PERFECTION robinoaknumberonefan uhh okay, albert. (albert's info) (albert's info) open full thread?

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is he an idiot for leaving his notifications on for every app? yes. he is because why did his post that he was sure no one would really see due to the flood of aita posts, get l

[notification: reddit +1] adornthenight are u sure ur giving the full story?

adornthenight are u sure ur giving the full story? thehatguy [OP] duh... why wouldnt i? adornthenight read this then www.reddit.com/r/aita/avidsnoopyfan

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u/avidsnoopyfan my side of aita for treating someone for being weird? hello! im the person in the thehatguy's post. i want to clear things up. he said that i was clingy to him and that i was someone who wanted to use him for money. i reassure you guys that isn't the case. he just looked familiar. someone i held dear to my heart. i know that's bad to project on someone you met. technically you can argue that i could've seen him from social media but i don't really use any other than pinterest.

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[whumpwillow]

give me a vain whumpee. make him arrogant. make him conceited. So sure of himself, so proud of his own abilities that he looks down on everybody as lesser. He’s got a pretty face and plenty of wealth, perhaps a nobleman’s title, and he lives in complete luxury and splendor.

Now take away what makes him so proud of his abilities, or make it hard for him to do what he once did with ease, so now he struggles with even the slightest task. Take away his wealth and his reputation and his carefree life. Make him suffer endlessly, tormented without reprieve. Make him work for himself. Throw him in the dirt. Scar his face and body until he’s nearly unrecognizable, steal away his beautiful good looks until he thinks of himself as nothing but a monster.

He’s scarred and dirty and bedraggled. His hair is matted with knots and snarls and he just can’t bring himself to care. He lets all thoughts of his past go because they don’t serve him anymore when all he can do is merely try to survive, scrabbling fruitlessly at a bleak future against the torment that still plagues him.

He was once great. He was once respected. Now he wears the same stained clothes every day because he doesn’t have much else and doesn’t care what happens to him other than hoping what hurts him will hurt just a little less.

And then someone comes into his life. A someone who knows him, or at least who he used to be. Perhaps someone who knew him personally, perhaps not, and only heard rumors of the snooty nobleman with the vile temperament. This someone expects the whumpee to look down on them for being lesser, somehow, for being a commoner, or for being less skilled at whatever the whumpee used to pride themselves in accomplishing.

But he isnt. He doesnt have right to it anymore, not when he’s been reduced to this state. he’s little more than looking like a beggar or a drunkard or a madman with his messy hair and dirty clothes and scarred face and body. He hasn’t thought about his past vanity in years. He’s long since given up caring. He’s just wondering when the person will run from him, too offended by his hideous looks to stand being around him.

And then the someone, a caretaker, doesn’t run. Doesn’t cringe away at the sight of him, or at the sight of his face and body so riddled with scars and wounds that were never given the proper chance to heal.

The caretaker accepts this, and just makes sure to draw a bath for the whumpee. Caretaker helps whumpee with his hair, washing it in warm water and gently working out the knots. Whumpee doesnt know when the last time anybody had done this for them. Whumpee doesn’t remember how long its been since somebody touched them without violence.

Caretaker helps whumpee wash his face and get rid of all the dirt. They brush whumpee’s hair and whumpee is thrown back to images of their past self, when they would spend so long perfecting their appearance. Already, they feel more like themselves and yet less so, like a stranger, at the same time.

Whumpee breaks down. He hasn’t taken care of himself in so long because at first he was solely focused on survival, and later because he felt that he didn’t deserve to, that he didn’t deserve anything nice or anything from his old life, even something as simple as being clean.

Caretaker takes whumpee’s face in their hands, cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes.

“You don’t have to suffer anymore.”

[firefly--bright]

unearthed.

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern a.u., buzzfeed unsolved a.u.

summary ; you dont know just how many watchful souls listen to you and jean speak, waiting, watching. maybe it's just you, but the prison air feels warmer. warnings ; mentions of violence, a little horror (? literally just the tiniest bit), talks of death. cringe humor. a/n ; happy halloween my beloveds. crazy that halloween and diwali were on the same day. kinda poetic lowkey. im DEAD TIRED so ykw that means! happy fireflyfic day! (and happy diwali to those who celebrate :)) taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable , @zombiefiedskeivy

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The prison wasnt eerie, which should’ve struck you as concerning. 

No, rather, the opposite, the fact that it was a little too comfortable, a little too lived-in to be considered ghostly was what you found…weird. Or maybe it was jean’s presence next to yours, the coldness of the air masked by his warmth and stolen jacket perched over your shoulders that made the air feel a little more breathable.

Connie and marco are huddled over the camera, speaking in hushed whispers - some technical jargon that your brain is too tired to recognize. 

Jean shifted from beside you, adjusting his own coat - not stolen - and thumbed the straps over his chest that snuggly held a smaller camera so it fit better over him. He cleared his throat when he caught you zoning out, “know your lines?” he asked, a prompt for you to speak your mind. 

You smiled cheekily, looking at him under the dim, sole flashlight. “By heart. Scared, jean-boy?” 

“Dont call me that on camera, please,” he says, eyes screwing shut when you shine your light straight into them. 

“Have i ever embarrassed you? You do that to yourself more than i do,” “okay that’s…intentional. It helps with the character im going for.” you snort. “Damsel in distress?” he scoffs, “i had to save you last time, remember?” “that was just an excuse for you to hold my hand, you can admit it. The cameras arent rolling yet,” you tease, bumping your shoe with his worn-out converses. He lets you. There isnt much he doesnt let you do to him. 

“Alright, cameras are gonna start in three…two.. One!” marco’s voice is characteristically calming, even at a higher pitch.

 

Your shoulders stand straighter as you look into the lens, placing the flashlight right under your chin. “hello, watchers! Welcome back to another episode of Unearth - a series where we try to gather evidence of the paranormal to see who wins - a believer,” you say, pointing the light under jeans chin briefly before settling it back under yours, “or a skeptic.” “it’s not a competition,” “right. Of course not.” you say, winking into the camera. Its jean’s turn to speak, his voice a low baritone, and you can see his breath becoming foggy into the now november air. “We are here today at the Marley Prison, rumored to be the host of seventy percent of the state’s most wanted criminals since the early eighteen hundred's. And we’re standing infront of it now and it’s fucking creepy,” “right, and it was also incredibly overcrowded, so-” “-so just, a terrible place to live in.” “yeah, but they killed people,” “...right. Most of them.” “i’ve heard it smells like shit,” you say, almost forgetting that this might get broadcasted, but jean’s eyes on you seemed to have that effect. forgetting the size of your own beating hear, forgetting where you were, melting away any proof of life except his.

He smirks, looking straight at the camera once more. “Right, that’s why i have-” he pulls out a small spray bottle. From what you could read, the text flashed, “FLOWER POWER!” and your smile turned into a laugh. “- this air freshener right here.” “right. That’ll protect us.” “if i get possessed i’d want.. It to smell, like-” “-like flower power-” “right.” now the both of you are laughing, shoulders shaking.

“Great. Let’s head inside, guys,” marco says, smile on his face, and eren puts the camera down to view what he had gathered. 

“After you,” jean says, his shoes scruffing against the harsh stones underneath, spreading his arm infront of you as a guide.

“Pussy,” you muttered, making him sputter.

-

“Alright,” you say, settling on the cold hard ground. Cell number 509, holding the last inmate of the entire prison who passed away in the very same, cramped room. Only a mattress and a sink to keep him company, a small, hand-sized window on the wall opposite to the door, meant to be locked at all times. 

“Dangerous people in this place,” you say, mostly to yourself. Your partner was on the ground floor of the vicinity, in another building entirely, investigating by himself. You decided to split up to see if that might spite any spirits to act, planning on asking questions to the different people that were barely alive, living in the space so freely disturbed. The camera crew were also downstairs, waiting on the two of you to be done. All you had was an old walkie-talkie that connected to jean’s. 

“You there?” his voice - filled with static and concern - reaches the confines of the prison cell. “Yep. where are you?” you ask, sitting in the middle of the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest, your flashlight flickering. “Im at the uh… that punishment place.” “ah. Im in Dean Cooper’s cell.” “oh,” he says. “Why dont we just use our phones for this part?” he asks, a beep following him. You smile. “I dont know, actually. Do you- should we?” “yeah that’d be.. I mean, better communication. Audio..quality - there are so many bugs here,” he speaks as you switch your phone on, dialing his number. He picks up not even a second in.

“Okay, can you hear me better?” he asks, and you rest your back against the thick wall. The door - heavy and cold - is fully closed so you could get a better experience, the full creeps. You nod, knowing he cant see it. “yep. Its crazy that people had to live like this,” you speak, holding the microphone part of your device close to your mouth, his voice on speaker. Something alive to fill the walls, more than your own presence. “Yeah. well it’s crazy that they committed so many crimes, honestly,” “i know.” 

You’re supposed to be filming. Your camera is rolling already and youre supposed to be speaking to a presumed dead person but a holy one is roaming downstairs without you and all you have is his voice as proof. “Hey,” jean calls out, and you thank good network reception and technology to have his voice be so clear, without cuts, real against your hand. “Im at the uh… what’s it called? The place where they could talk to their loved ones right now.” “ah,” “it feels weird.” a beat of silence. “Weird how?” you ask, your voice quiet. 

“Like-” theres a shifting sound at the end of the line, followed by a slight creak. “- weird in the sense that… i dont know, like, people still loved and cared for quote-unquote bad people,” 

You hum. Your head now also rests against the wall, too unaware to keep it up, too comfortable to find your own muscles. “I dont know. You’re always better with the words and shit.” he says, and you give him a small laugh. “Words and shit?” “yeah like, you know what to say.” “i mean, these people are dead, jean, theres a real small chance they can even hear us.” “i know, but like, even to alive people.” its almost 3 am, your phone says, and your heart increases in size, a little too comfortable against your ribcage. 

Have you ever felt that before? the muscle that’s supposed to be contained in a confined space now opens itself up and you have no choice but to let it. It grows, bigger, until youre body is tattered and all that remains as proof is your heart, big and timid, still beating, waiting for jean’s eyes to look at it. You havent. You wonder if any of the people half-alive in this place have. 

“I mean, love is alot of patience,” you start, your fingers fiddling with the end of your jacket. A stray piece of thread. You hear him humming in agreement and continue, “maybe they just… couldnt say it. How many times have you been able to not say that you love someone, y’know? And then you get the chance to but then it gets lost in all the other unimportant things and maybe that… maybe that’s love. The unimportant things.” you say. Your fingers feel funny, tingly, hearing his voice saying something at the end of your sentence. Youre too caught up to say something important as a reply.

So you settle. Listen. “Like, imagining this place alive… y’know. Like not in a creepy way but in like… it’s - like so much time passed, and so much was said here.” he says. His voice holds importance in your hands, and you trace shapes into the side of your phone with your thumb as if its the back of his hand and you’ve taken it in yours, cold and patient, unimportant. Tracing shapes that cant be seen. He hears them though. It’s in every pause he takes, every breath he hears on your end of the line and he wonders if you know how your alive-ness makes him braver than the night. Brave enough to know that speaking is something to be accomplished, that you’re listening.

 

He stares at the glass window in front of him, sitting on the chairs that prisoners used to sit on with hope in their eyes. At least, that’s how he imagines it. Theres a small hole in the window, enough only to catch a couple breaths and silenced sentences and he can only imagine how the other person mightve felt, seeing their loved one behind a blurry and unkept screen.

“Im not going to empathize with them, obviously, but, i feel like… i mean, obviously this place was built to be inhumane. The fact that they even included that section of the prison, though.. I dont know. it's kinda nice.” you say, and he closes his eyes to pretend youre in front of him. Its not that hard, in all honesty, because your voice fills his ears and he’d rather listen to proof of the living - with her shoe kicking his, with her voice teasing his shrieks - rather than the minute but present proof of the dead. He knew someone - barely alive souls, watching - had to be listening to your conversation but he also knew that he was listening to it too and he’d rather commit to the cold of your familiar hands than the unfortunately lived-in warmth of this place.

“It is.” he agrees, his chin tilting up, his shoulders relaxing. One hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, microphone to his lips with the speaker on. He wasnt alone. His phone’s screen is blurry and unkept, but he wasnt alone. 

“Y’know that’s what i find kind of… i dont know, comforting? About like, something this hopeless. That, like.. There’s a recreational room that they had. Like the option was there for them to sit down there and talk, maybe. I dont know how that wouldve gone-” you say, voice ending in a self-aware laugh, making him smile, “-but it was there, right. Same with this communication room…thingie. Like the option of loving is there.” 

Your voice floats against the walls of the room, touches the glasses separating him and the world, before coming back to him. His chest feels funny, more aware that it’s there. Not just as an organ and something trivial that helps him breathe but now as something larger than himself. Something less candid, hidden under layers of clothing and skin built to be thick, raised to be soft, and it almost lays there, in front of him, inhaling the sound of your voice like it’s a new source of oxygen. And it grows. Alive.

“Option of loving,” he echoes, eyes now fluttering open and looking at the expanse of the tattered ceiling above him, spotting shapes. Option of loving. “Like even now there’s like.. Im sitting here, and there’s notches on the wall. Like the… four standing lines and then a slash through them. Like the hope of getting out isnt gone. Its… cool how humans just do that.” you say. He clings onto every word, his own little prayer against the dark, unsaid but important. Option of loving.

He looks back infront of him, staring at the glass window again. Theres gunk in the corners of it and spiderwebs claiming it as their home in a place as haunted as this. “And even if i dont… believe in ghosts it’s like…cool to think about in the sense that, i dont know, everything is a proof of life. Y’know?” you ask, ready for confirmation knowing that he’d provide it to you. Anything you’d ask.

“Thats… i didnt see it like that,” he admits, “i mean i just saw it as like… confirmation that dead people are dead and that if there’s an afterlife we have to chose a right way to live, something we’re proud of, so that we dont regret it when we’re… dead and roaming the halls, waiting to be found, yknow?” “like grief.” you answer, and he shifts in his seat, getting a bit more comfortable. He nods, knowing you wont see it. “Yeah. kind of.” “that’s…poetic. We should start a podcast-” “-shut up,” and both your voices are broken up by laughs, short and warm and proof of being alive and roaming the halls, waiting to be found.

There’s a dog howling in the distance. No light in the room that you’re in, barely any air, coolness of november flush against your skin despite your layers. His voice holds you, a little blanket, cocooning you around yourself. “Hey, you’re supposed to come find me,” you say, reminding him of his task of peering into the halls, asking ghosts and bugs to come closer to him. Whatever’s alive or half-dead or half-alive or half-already-living. “And you’re supposed to play twenty questions with your hot date,” “i think he’s pretty cold, actually,” you say, he laughs. Another shift in fabric, another creak - he’s gotten up from his place on the chair, now warmed, soon to be claimed by the prison’s musty air, but for now it’s there. Fully alive. 

“My battery’s gonna die.” he says, voice a little solemn, his footsteps squeaking against the floor, rubber on hard cement. “We have walkie-talkies,” you provide, your voice full around it’s edges with your own smile and jean almost asks why youre smiling, but refrains. He’ll ask when he finds you. Or maybe he’ll tell you he’s in love with you. Or maybe the words will get lost under all the other unimportant things that he has to say to you. 

Or maybe that’s just what love is. The unimportant things, layered, hidden, chest and heart, large, warm, growing. 

[choccy-milky]

bruh i need to vent about a rude comment i got on my recent chap and also about clora, cuz its something thats been on my mind for a while now. it has spoilers to my most recent chap tho so im putting it below

so in my most recent chap clora gets hit by the killing curse but thanks to seb sacrificing himself for her, it doesn’t work/she survives. and I got a rly rude comment about how that’s super cringe and that clora is a "shoe horning of every possible manifestation of Mary-Sueism I have ever seen." theyre dropping my fic after almost 500k words bc apparently THAT’S where they draw the line and that "just somehow pulling it out the bag and surviving a killing curse from the power of love. In simpler terms, it’s absolutely cringe worthy" and "forgive me if I rolled an eye at the yet again invincible nature of Clora Clemons-the-one-eighth-Veela-extraordinaire"

BUT LIKE LMAO TELL ME U DIDN’T READ/WATCH HARRY POTTER WITHOUT TELLING ME. that’s literally what happens to harry??but its only cringe when it happens to our "mary-sue" clora? like yeah sure love magic might be a bit cringe but IM LITERALLY JUST PULLING FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. of all the things to take issue with in my fic and interpretations, theyre taking issue with something that’s canon BAHAHA.

and since im on the topic of clora being mary sue can I just say I hate the misogyny/internalized misogyny that i've seen some people (NOT A LOT, THANKFULLY) treat her with. like i get it, im not pale and blonde and as conventionally pretty as clora is, but even if I was, is that a reason to hate me?? and does being beautiful and well-liked = mary sue? bc as far as I know, mary sue is a chara who is just naturally amazing at everything and doesnt need to try hard and theyre just inexplicably great for no reason (like mc in the base game BAHHAA) if anything the mary sue in MY fic is seb LMAO (but hes a boy so its ok). like clora has worked hard and studied magic all her life due to being a squib and wanting to make up for not being able to DO it. she isnt good at flying, seb is still better at her than duelling, shes really short sighted when it comes to doing/thinking whats best for others and can be a huge idiot.... and like. the only guys that have even shown interest in clora on a real scale have been seb and leander (and then lawley for blackmail purposes, and also bc he hates seb) so its not like literally everyone is falling over themselves for her?? like her interactions with the main cast of boys (ominis, garreth, amit) theyre all indifferent to her LMAO but still, the fact that shes pretty and guys here and there might look at her and go o shes cute! doesnt make her a mary sue SORRy thats just called being attractive idk its just annoying that ppl automatically see a nice kind beautiful female character without any VISIBLE flaws and go SHES TOO PERFECT!! MARY SUE!! WAH IM JEALOUS! and like I get it bc when I was younger I probs would have been annoyed by clora as well due to my own insecurities and internalized misogyny but hey, how about u just realize that’s ur own problem and your own jealousy, and not a real one HAHAH anyway ive since evolved bc I used to be a ‘not like other girls’ type girl back in highschool. trying to be super tomboy-y bc I thought being feminine was cringe and too basic but now ive embraced it and love girly things and dresses and charas like clora who are still strong and showcase their strengths and weaknesses in subtler ways, and I want to smooch her and make out with her. get behind me clora ill protect you🤺🤺🤺

[yuukei-yikes]

sry im still thinking abt this but: this is how i would WRITE IN the yuukei quartet to actually exist in second manga route. also slight mahiro sato slander whoops.

ok. basically. ayano and shintaro? still become friends at school. that part of it is normal route core. them knowing each other this early on in this route would in fact be everything. ayano gets her cringe crush, since shintaro still doesn't have retaining eyes he still sucks but actually not as much, they pine for each other all cuteful and they're good friends

shintaro has the accident that lands him in the hospital. ...first time i read second manga route and saw him wrapped up like that, i seriously thought it'd been a suicide attempt. if I WERE.. to write it... i'd probably change it for that. like kagepro already deals SO MUCH with suicide. shintaro kills himself IN CANON. idk. him still having these thoughts even without retaining, even without ayano dying yet. he's still depressed. i know shintaro's a joke as a person but mahiro sato sometimes takes it to new inconceivable places. HE FELL AND BROKE ALL HIS BONES?? sure. okay. I GUESS. but in my version it would have been a suicide attempt

anyways regardless of whatever lands him in the hospital, shintaro still meets haruka, who already knew takane, etc etc. takane would act normal like she NORMALLY FUCKING DOES and not the sick twisted version mahiro sato concocted, so she would in fact also become friends/frienemies with shintaro like she would in canon route. and ayano of course... goes visit shintaro!!! and all four of them meet each other at the hospital!! takane's discharged, ayano and her hang out outside all the time, they bring games for shintaro and haruka, they're besties dammit.

aug 15: ayano gets in the accident with her parents, they enter the daze, kenjirou and ayaka stay there, and her cringe girl fail era begins like it does in canon. meanwhile, same day, haruka dies from his illness, and TAKANE DOESN'T FUCKING KILL HERSELF. we've agreed takane's narcoleptic, but this isn't really directly stated in canon. however let's still pretend it is cause. ok ive got another post somewhere talking abt why it basically IS canon but whatever. strong emotions can still cause you to pass out, even from just laughing (even in canon, takane passes out from the epiphany finding out she's in love with haruka) (no she's not poisoned that's stupid) so it's basically the same thing except what causes her strong reaction is learning of haruka's death. maybe she hits her head, idk. she ends up comatose like she actually does in canon.

shintaro loses haruka and takane. ayano loses her parents and the evil thing with mary happens and her siblings abandon her... but also loses haruka and takane too. her pain is even bigger now. shintaro thinks they can lean on each other in this time, 'cause he DOESNT KNOW of ayano's family losses and the daze bc of course she doesn't tell him, so ayano completely brushes him off. in the broken state she's in, she snaps at him and says horrible things bc she has CONTEXT. ayano's completely preoccupied by the daze stuff and shintaro, who's clueless about it, sort of takes it like ayano's been faking her cheery self all along and she's all of a sudden decided their friendship is meaningless.

...so, shintaro loses ayano too. shintaro becomes a shut in. ayano... honestly does she even keep going to school after this? i don't think it's specified LMAO it's been a while since i've read second manga route cause i HATE it 💗 but her becoming a shut in too would be kind of everything.

anyways not only does this fix the yuukei quartet situation in second manga route, but it also adds a level of hilarity to shintaro and ayano finding each other in present day. them reuniting after having had a friendship fallout 2 years before? AWESOME. with hibiya in the middle? that's so funny.

and ugh it'd be so interesting when ayano finally starts telling him about the eye abilities and shintaro's like WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME I COULD'VE HELPED!!! YOU COULD'VE COUNTED ON ME!!! AYANO!!! THESE PAST 2 YEARS WE'VE BEEN ALONE WHEN WE COULD'VE BEEN TOGETHER!!! can u fucking imagine what this would mean for ayano. for this ayano. FOR AYAKI. THIS AYANO IS RETAINING EYES. then they kiss on the mouth. sorry. also them having that divorced ass conversation while hibiya's sitting there like erm. what the scallop.

[peanutheaddd]

Hey, um. I already posted some thoughts of mine via tags on your most recent DM/Detey comic post. And um, I just wanna say that it genuinely, literally made me tear up. I know that's stupid because it's fucking DOGMAN. And please, don't feel bad, because I don't mean for this to come off as a negative thing. But wow... You've outdone yourself

Idk if this'll mean much at all (it does to me context wise), but media (art/video games/TV shows or movies/etc.) hardly, if ever, makes me tear up. That isn't to say I don't feel sadness or anything when it comes to sad moments, but it takes a lot for me to tear up. It's only happened once or twice, I think? I believe one of those times was due to a video game. But art? Never teared up to it before. Never... Until now

Um wow. This is all cringe so uh. TL;DR thank you so much for existing. Thank you for creating and posting. Admittedly I'm kinda. Going through it ahaha. But regardless, art like this has never moved me (emotionally speaking) so damn much before. So um, congrats. I hope life is nothing but good to you and your loved ones

Oh anon this means So much to me . This means So So So much to me . Thank you.

i totally understand w the not tearing up easily thing . i have yet to Ever tear up over artwork . sometimes i Want to tear up but i cant LOL . That means So much to me.

iReally put a Lot of my own thoughts into that comic about just. Love and Memory and Life and Death. Love especially. and how i personally think about it and how theyre all tied together. how i personally cope with how Scary death is bc im Terrified of dying .

someone left a comment on my comic that contained the phrase “no me molesta, así es la vida” (im not bothered, thats life) and Really thats ultimately what i was thinking as i made the comic . Death is just Natural. Thats life. And it doesnt Have to be something scary. it doesnt necessarily mean a neverending soulcrushing grief. Theres more to it than the death itself.

Yes he died Yes hes gone Yes petey misses him but just by the sheer force of his Love he still exists in a way just through every one of peteys actions and memories and thoughts . and yes death is so so So terrifying even if i remind myself its natural and indiscriminatory befause that doesnt change the fact that i dont know Anything about what comes after death and i never ever will .

but still isnt it beautiful how if u just love strong enough love with ur whole being then you can somehow continue existing despite not being there ? how ur very soul becomes a part of the rest of the world, just like in the extra kiss, or the generous tip, or the warmth of the sun itself ? in the extra chair next to the tree, or in the records, or in the folded corners of a poetry book . you can be just One person but if love hard enough and purposefully enough and loudly enough the worlds never ever gonna forget it . and maybe thats all that matters ultimately . “And love lasts forever and ever” from mothering heights yk ? “but its gonna change their world” from fetch 22 yk ?

in general this kinda thing is just a concept i think about a Lot and it means a lot that i was able to articulate it well enough to get that kind of reaction from someone .

thank u for sending this anon . peace and love.