#lecture sms

[xia0ming56]

Boy nobody looking at their textbook.

[snap-my-kneecaps]

Hi yes, Wookieepedia that’s not fucking funny

Actually sobbing

[sillygh0st]

Did something

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES imagine. Zandik realizes you're giving him so much, all this love and attention he's never received before, and he... doesn't like that. He's hardly given you anything, why do you give so much without asking for anything in return? So he begins trying to match your energy. He wants to see what will happen. Will you get overwhelmed? Will you be accepting? He's curious.

This backfires for him, because you double your efforts in loving him. Every time he tries to match you, you up the ante. When he asks why, he's flabbergasted by the answer.

"I want to make sure you always feel loved, no matter what."

Zandik considers himself a logical man, one of reason and science. He believes the way to truth is through hypothesizing and experimentation. Which is why he finds himself pondering and thinking about your actions far too much. Are you perhaps conducting an experiment on him? Is that why you are being so doting and loving? Is that why you love him so much and try so hard for him despite his lackluster actions? Are you trying to see how long it'll take for him to let his guard down, and then take advantage of him? (He knows he's lying to himself, but he can't help it.) Interesting, very interesting, and quite intelligent of you to be honest. He has to applaud your perseverance, not many would take it this far for someone like him. Alright, then he will do the same thing, You will become his little test subject as well, and then he will see how you like the tables being turned. Sure, it's going to be a bit of a struggle for him to be as affectionate as you, but he will do it, for the sake of the experiment. Yes, the experiment... that's totally what this is for.

Unfortunately, the variables of this experiment were far out of his control. Zandik genuinely didn't think it was possible for you to be even more lovey dovey, but here he was now, practically being smothered by how affectionate you were being. For once, Zandik is completely and utterly... outclassed. He simply can't hope to match you in this area... now he just has to know, for his notes and future reference, why do you go so far? Especially for him? Your answer is laughably simple, and he too would have laughed if he wasn't so shocked. You just wanted to make sure he felt loved at all times. How dumb, Zandik thinks. How dumb... how stupid of you to waste your time and energy on something like that...

But this was the only experiment Zandik has ever been glad that it resulted in a failure.

[busterbby]

— little acts of love.

fluff. gn!reader. hcs. ichiro, jiro.

note: i swear i love my boy sabu, and i love writing for him, trust. he’ll come soon enough!! (also if you can tell my bias, no you can't)

Ichiro . . . is always doing the most for you. the little things you wont realize at first

letting you have a bite of his food out on dates, having you taste test dinner to make sure it’s to your liking. he drapes a blanket over you too, each time he sees you’ve knocked out on the couch after a long day. he won’t disturb you, but when you wake up, you see that there’s already food for you on the table

(or draping you with his jacket.. omg)

he seems to have a ‘sixth sense.’ always making your favorite dinners on the days you just so happen to have it rough or doing the certain chores you absolutely despise

“it’s cold outside. make sure to wear a jacket.”

and he’d even button it up for you! helps you put on your jacket and zips it all the way up so that you’re all warm and cozy. sometimes he’d lend you his coat too, if your jacket ever wasn’t warm enough for you

(he brushes the hair out of your face too, and there’s just.. the loveliest smile. softest eyes. and his callused fingers are so delicate with you too, as if you’d break at the slightest wrong touch)

he gives you his gloves too so that your hands don’t freeze, and don’t worry about him! ichiro would grin; he’s got another pair he’ll use when doing his odd jobs. but you can see the frostbites and cracks that mark up him hands from all the previous days’ work

(he’s always working so hard, for you and his bros)

they’re so big on you — don’t fit perfect like a glove should. but they’re just so warm. and of course, they’re gloves after all, but it’s just so.. reminiscent of Ichiro. the exact same warmth when he gently holds your hands, the exact same butterflies in your chest. it’s that reassuring sort of warmth that eases your heart and lets you know that everything will be ok

ruffles your hair, a lot,,

it’s just a small habit he’s picked up after doing it to jiro and saburo for so long.

but every time he’ll ruffle your hair, because he’s just so proud of you, whether it’s because you did well on a test or you got that promotion or anything.

sure, he messes up your hair, and his hands are so heavy albeit in a good way. there’s just butterflies in your stomach and nice comforting warmth..

“good job babe! i knew you could do it!” he’d beam so confidently because ichi always did have the utmost faith in you, even if you didn’t

and when he shoots you that adoring smile.. badump.

it’s like another cupid’s shot right through the heart, another time you’ve fallen in love; you just want to continue making him proud right then and there (though you always do, no matter what)

honestly honestly, you see why Jiro and Saburo are always (not so) discreetly asking for head ruffles for even the tiniest job well done

he always will peel a small plate of fruit for you,,

whenever you’re busy studying or perhaps working on projects that never seem to end, Ichiro will always come on with a plate of your favorite fruits. he sets it down, gives you a warm, tiny smile and the sweetest “good luck” oozes from his lips. sweeter than the fruits

it’s the brotherly instinct in him, really. he loves looking after you and his bros; it’s nothing, really.

gahh he’s too cute

a plate of perfectly peeled oranges and pears, heart strawberries, and apple rabbits. they’re so juicy and ripe and perfect for snacking, sweeter because ichiro peeled them for you

(rabbit apples always did taste better than regular slices)

and the scent of citrus lingers from his fingertips, when Ichiro cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you sweet. you can smell the oranges and clementines when he’s this close, taste them from his lips

and perhaps they’re sweetest right from ichiro himself..

Jiro . . . is thinking of you, always

telling his friends about how amazing you were or maybe playing the guitar, wondering if you’d like this melody he’d just made (though if he thinks of you too much, he’d strike a wrong chord. with the prettiest blush too and flustered heart..)

he’s always sending you crude memes he thinks you’d find funny or songs he listens to and thinks of you, almost immediately

not that jiro is trying to. his heart is just so big and full, and you’re always on the back of his instinctively. did you eat today, you’ve probably got the math homework all figured out by now ; he doesn’t realize just how sweet he can be

but when you see that text from your boyfriend and the little ‘reminds me of you’, well.. your heart can’t help but skip a beat. and you think you might have the greatest boyfriend, ever

also lots of little touches too

loves to rest his chin on your shoulder. arms lazily wrapped around your waist, lazy lopsided grin as he watches you scroll through your phone or mayhaps just watching tv

it’s lazy, it’s cute. Jiro is happy as long as he has you

just.. lazy cuddling. lots and lots of it, especially when the two of you have an at-home date or are just lounging in his room (his favorite way to cuddle maybe?)

and he’ll nestle himself into the crook of your neck, hum absentmindedly; his feathered hair grazes your skin, hot breaths tickle. just very.. intimate — a nice slow date

( imagine,, sometimes he’ll turn his cheek and give your neck a sweet little kiss. really soft, really light — it’s almost ticklish )

he’s a bit too touch-affectionate ; it’s his love language! whether it’s loosely holding hands or just having you close. it’s how he connects his heart to yours..

and he always makes it a habit to follow the sidewalk rule. to hold your hand and keep you close, away from traffic and sprinting across crossroads. he just cannot allow you to walk near the side of the road, ever. it’s too dangerous!

(note: irumi probably jokingly told him about it one day, teasing that she sure hopes jiro wasn’t making you walk on the same side of the road. oh poor jiro, she tuts shaking her head at a cutely, hopelessly lost jiro. hasn’t he heard? you’re not supposed to make the one you love walk on the same side as the cars!

unfortunately, he didn’t pick up on the sarcasm, and from then on, he’s never let you walk on that side of the road ever again. )

if you were, he gets on his nerves; shit, what if a car suddenly swerves and hits you? what if the dirty rainwater from the other day splashes all over you?? the thoughts make him jolt and get all antsy

and before you know it, he grabs your wrist and switches places with you. which is strange, when you eventually notice that he’s always trying to walk on the side of the road

but it’s so.. cute, when you first realize why. yes, it’s not real, and yes, saburo has probably made called him a dumbass, a idiot, all sorts of names in the book, for even believing in that shit, but he doesn’t care. because what if. It’s just so sweet.

it’s.. it’s the little things, ok? even if, hypothetically, a car were to swerve onto the sidewalk, the both of you would get hit. but it’s the thought, really. Jiro wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself for you

he always always always gives you an extra kiss or two, or five, before he drops you off after a date

standing at your door, he gets a bit of frozen feet and a thick gulp in his throat because he doesn’t want to leave just yet. his hands are still in yours, loose, but he can’t let go..

he’d lean over and give you a ‘goodbye’ kiss just before you open your door. and he’d give your hands one last tight squeeze, pulling back with those

buttt he goes back in for another one, and then one more too, because it’s just so addictive.

(I also like to think that he’d just love kisses)

“one more!!” he says, before grabbing your shoulders and giving you another sloppy, sweet kiss. but it’s been six ‘one more’s, and your lips are starting to go numb. he doesn’t want to go back home just yet

because that would mean the date would end, and jiro can’t leave you yet!!

(he will probably text you again back home though, as if he hadn’t already been with you for so long. But he can never get enough of you)

stands outside the door and makes sure you got into your house safe and sound before he leaves!! he’ll even wave at you when you peek through the window, with the warmest grin,,

honestly honestly, he’s just a very kind and sweet boyfriend!! with the biggest heart that he wears on his sleeve.

[rynandstuff]

Dude y'all,,, y'all didn't know Gametoons was grimy?? /nm /gen

Maybe I'm too old but I thought it's been obvious, I've seen Gametoons around since its FNF days and the stuff they did with those characters man..

Anyways uh, since the Gametoons Sprunki community seems to be kinda in shambles, it's ok to still enjoy the product and also hold the creators responsible!! No ones mad at you for not knowing or for choosing to still indulge even after.

For me whenever this stuff happens I usually just take the creator's concepts and morph em into my own original thing to enjoy, and I've seen how creative some of y'all get with GT's microdoses of decent ideas and turning them into pretty intriguing AUs, have fun, go buck wild!! As long as you don't support the creators in a monetary way it's all hunky dory.

That's all, sorry for the ramble I'm just a wee bit baffled, but also wanna put my two cents in as someone who's experienced a lot of creators of favorite media being shitty people. Yee :]

[awriternamedart]

"You've improved immensely."

"You kicked my ass."

Gepard just chuckled, helping Luka up off the ground with a slight grunt. The cold wasn't awful today, so without any matches today and the Wardance behind them, Luka had taken the first tram up to the surface to get some solid practice in. He had learned alot, and what better way to show it off then to his secondary teacher?

Only he found himself getting absolutely bodied. Despite all that new experience, he still was no match for Gepard— something only shown when it had taken barely a few blows to floor him. All without even breaking face.

"C'mon, Mr Gepard— when are ya gonna stop pullin your punches?! Y'know I can handle it!!" Snagging the offered waterbottle and downing a gulp, Luka rolled his neck and plopped down on his shirt- it had long since been discarded for their spars. Even in Belobogs eternal chill you still work up a sweat!! "I know that arm of yours has some sickass power!"

"…With all due respect, Luka, you haven't won a single spar today." Faint amusement danced in blue eyes as he stretched out his arms. Scar after scar was etched in skin, drawing Luka's eye. His flesh arm, his shoulders and torso— throughout their spars, Luka had gotten to see many marks of Gepard's countless victories in battle. "I'd rather have to never use this arm's full power in a spar."

And Luka just blinked, before turning to his own, fidgetting with it.

The uncharacteristic silence caught Gepard's attention— normally, Luka would go headfirst into insistentence that he could handle it, that it was a good challenge. But here, he sat quietly, slowly clenching and unclenching his fist.

"What's on your mind?"

"… a lot of the fighters at the Wardance said something pretty similar, yknow. About it being for honor, there being no need to go all out— stuff like that. So many amazing- well- warriors!" He cast his gaze to the sky, falling back on his hands as Gepard sat next to him, an elbow resting on his knee. "You said I had a lot to learn about victory, and you were right. Some people weren't there to win at all- they just wanted some publicity or somethin. Represent somethin, earn somethin- guess I wasn't all that different- but everyone had their own goal as their victory."

"It just got me thinkin- bout Master Oleg, bout you, bout Seele- I always say your holdin back on me, but when I was at the Wardance, I figured out why- you fought for somethin else. You all fight to live."

Luka's voice dropped a little, turning his eyes back to his hand. Shiny and freshly serviced- he could see his own eyes looking back at him. He could still remember the hallucinations, remember each contestent just like him, each one that was different! Even among all the hellish confusion, the wild happenings— the thrill of the fight had remained the same, yet it was all the more different.

"The Wardance spars- I was tryin to figure out what was different about them, yknow? It felt like everyone was holding back on me all of a sudden. I thought they were underestimatin me, or looking down on me, but- I think I get it now."

Eager determination flashed in Luka's eyes— an all to familiar sight to Gepard. He had seen many a similar look before, and even now it warmed his heart to see that Belobog remained unbroken. They were going to recover, he knew it well.

Luka yelped when a large hand landed on his head, tousling his hair. Gepard just laughed as he stood up and flexed his hands, turning around with one extended.

"Show me, then. Prove you've learned."

Luka's eyes sparkled as he clasped Gepard's hand in his own, letting himself get tugged to his feet. Maybe this round would be different, maybe it would be a repeat of his ass-whooping. But either way, Luka didn't care anymore.

He knew what victory was to him.

-

Victory's Pedestal - awriternamedart

this is tied to this fic here !!

[sirbiitchalot]

im having thoughts again…

[edit] heres the rest for more context but ajdhdjdh

[xostomachaches]

rinnazu doodle page ^_^)o

[myuminji]

hello I hope you are having a good day! I was wondering if you were still planning to do international pre-orders for the woowoos? I would love to have some little guys of my own 🥹 I love your art so much!

HI HELLO!! so sorry for the late response but update: yes I am! I've just been extremely slow at it bcs of irl school + comms + imtooscaredtoapproachthemanufacturersihavecripplinganxiety bUT!! I FINALLY BRAVED MYSELF AND I DID IT!!!! I had a talk and I think I got the gist on how to go about from here so I'm getting to it!!

I'm currently thinking of making a few more merchs (iirc someone wanted a full-body standee so I'm here to serve 🫡‼️) though it'll be slow...

and I've revamped the design of my old charms, though I have leftovers from the previous batch that I'm planning to sell as grade-B charms! (like, 5-7 ish? it'd be nice if they can find a home...🥹)

(I'll reprint the miniwoof zine + additional pages and—no promises yet—a small tiny Vashwood compilation zine of my previous artworks, comics (revamped), and some extra stuff!)

I hope this will keep you on your toes...apologies for being slow abt this... 🥹🥹

[remotewatch]

also obsessed with the way my professor will be like “points deducted for formatting errors” and not tell you wtf they are like why do I have to come to YOUR office hours to decipher MY own grades like why even leave a comment with the grade atp????

[leojfitz]

just had a breakdown bc i'm going back to work full-time next week and i can't believe I'm still stuck in this job with no prospects whatsoever and i just feel like I'm too old to start anything new and idk

it just sucks because i hate this country and i had my chance of getting away and i came back for no reason because i knew i had no chances of growing professionally here and i did it anyway

i often feel like i haven't taken a single good choice in my life and i wish i could look back and be like oh this mistake has helped me get where i am now but the truth is that i haven't learned much from them and that i wasted so much time for no reason at all

yeah that's fun i guess

[raytm]

to gaze upon the eaves of the passing, amorphous buildings in awe. the glistening of stalactites tapered to blunt, convex points. they revealed his reflection in billowing streaks of colour, nebulous around the edges, waning away as it skirted to the other side. he could have stared into its frosted, ethereal world for hours, fractals of shimmering light dancing across his vision. his stomach lurched, knees threatening to buckle as serval’s stride continued on and he sank into the snow, hitching forward inelegantly. the alcohol settled in him as warmth, imbuing his senses with a pleasant distortion. this place, often bleak and wintry, was far more benign when witnessed slantwise. his laughter was a sweet baritone, untethered to ludicrous things like decorum. serval shook her head, either nonplussed by her brother’s descent into delirium or finding it hilarious, incongruous to their soirée’s dignified air. her hair, long and blonde, shone with a lustre of starlight, whipping back and forth on the brisk, eventide wind. her laughter sung with a dulcet cadence of incoherence, not because she was inarticulate, but because he was drunk. one, two, the crystalline glasses of effervescent wine were sweet, and even their father’s hibernal lower did not jerk him from his stupor. he had ushered them over, brandishing his arm like an incensed, seizing branch, lowering his voice to a seething hiss, take your brother home. it wasn’t a request. stumbling through the early evening snow was far more thrilling than a ballroom of stifling vanity and perfunctory niceties. the streets were vacant, cast in arresting shafts of sputtering street light, oil lamps burning away, their flames high and quivering. where the undulating swells of darkness stopped the light became loose strands, lambency wreathing through the spills of ink before fading away. these otherwise familiar sights were augmented in his inebriation, so much more enthralling now than ever before. “ move it, slowpoke.” his sister’s scolding is gentle, a lenience afforded to so very few. he blinks at her, slowly, allowing her features to bleed into clarity. “ home - right, home.” often, that word held with it an insurmountable weight, manacles that kept him adhered to his family’s noble name and inherited responsibilities. now, it felt like the benevolence of a smoldering fire, chasing the lingering chill from his bones. the fireplace was imposing, built of old, clay bricks and filled with neatly chopped logs. the aromatic scent of still glowing cinders, the quiet stillness that accompanied it, that felt more akin to home than any tepid gatherings of family ever did. Gepard leans into her, his shoulder bumping into hers, bracing himself for another, labored step, then another, his thighs felt like gelatin. “ we’re going home.” it was spoken softer, a whisper of chattering teeth and rallying sobriety. his sister nodded, turning her attention back to the street and the two of them continued on, lurching just a little less now. 

[bx-xear]

Sitting in a lecture thinking about being absolutely ruined by an older guy while he whispers praises. Normal girlie things

[puckinghischier]

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[taramboyle]

L’Amour d’un maître 🖤