#note to self to add backgrounds

[voidshrub]

"Follow me!"

[wvyld]

WIP piece, Rev on a throne — that skull is supposed to be Malak's, and I'd like to fit a DS!Bastila here somewhere, though I'm not sure if that'll work out

[swampjawn]

If you wanted to animate an object spinning really fast, there are three main embellishments at your disposal. You could add smear frames, you could add doubling, or if you wanted to get a little crazy with it, you could have that object bend and stretch to really emphasize the inertia of the motion.

Or you could do all three at the same time!

I didn't want to like Zenshu at first.

Saying I'm not a big fan of isekai as a genre would be an understatement, so I was straight up peeved when I found out that what I initially thought would be a flawed industry's unflinching look in the mirror made by THE studio that has become the symbol of the Japanese animation industry's broader problems with overworking and underpaying, this was just gonna be yet another in a long line of paint-by-numbers escapist power fantasies in a genre that was tired from the moment it was born, just like yaboy, sleepy to the max if you know what I'm saying.

And this recreation of a scene from Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984), (which was one of the first breakout roles for anime legend and Evangelion director Hideaki Anno) certainly helped soften my attitude towards it, but a series of references to old stuff wouldn't be enough.

(both versions trimmed here)

But its tribute to classic anime and animation in general goes beyond just references.

This absurdly over the top modernized version of a magical girl transformation animated by Keisuke Toyoda (豊田 桂祐 ) feels like it contains all the possibilities of animation and imagination in just 3 preposterously dense cuts. There is just WAY too much going on here at once, in a way that feels very self aware.

Every color you could imagine, lighting from three different directions, what looks like three different layers of effects and sparkles, countless compositing effects, what looks like some sort of 3D particle simulation in the background,

this psychedelic background art that seems to represent Natsuko's blood vessels, a bit where you can see what it took me several episodes to realize are Natsuko's actual blood vessels and skeleton through her body,

and… some birds of course.

Most of the main elements are animated on 2's, but there are so many layers -- the timing of each offset from the rest -- that it almost feels like the whole thing is animated on 1's because there is practically no single frame where at least something doesn't change.

It's really an assault to the senses that contrasts hilariously with the mundane action of actually sitting down at a desk and drawing. There's even a little death note reference thrown in there to poke fun at this contrast!

And fully committing to the sailor moon bit, they repeat this stock animation in almost every episode. While it's no masterpiece plot-wise, it is at least more than I expected on that front too, but that's more than I can get into here. I talk about that some more and a bunch of other stuff in this video, from which this post is an adapted excerpt! Go watch it and comment, "wow sWIMP John, I used to like your videos but you've really fallen off hardcore. Go back to making magic school bus AMVs. Unsubbed."

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

There has been requests about getting a full body colour for Kook!Ford, so here he is, in all his beige, white, and brown minimalist glory <3 (THERE’S A REASON WHY HE HAS SUCH A BORING PALETTE I PROMISE)

Stupid colour rambles that are WAYY too in depth and probably mostly far fetched but this is my AU and I get to pick how much over-analysis goes into the characters’ colour schemes, fuck you:

Ford:

Characterised by pale, almost pastel-ish colours to emulate a sort of sick, unhealthy look.

The paler colours add to the illusion of Ford lacking presence, almost disappearing into the background, to convey how his existence often ignored or dismissed by most of the townsfolk.

Without any visually striking or contrasting colours in his palette itself, his own features blend into one another, blurring the details and diminishing any identifiable traits that would have typically identified him as Ford, or even a person (<- if that mindfuck of a sentence make any sense)

Hints of yellow to show remnants Bill's past influence on him. Because I’m dramatic like that.

Fiddleford:

Deep, rich forest greens with golden accents (influences of Bill appearing in his outfit) (I need to hammer Fidds out a lil’ more ngl)

Stanley:

Deep, rich blues and purples (opposite spectrum of yellow, aka. Bill's colour, which means = safety to Ford)

The inside lining of his jacket is vivid red, to reference his original colours palette and as a representation of his past self being hidden underneath the layers of his predominantly blue exterior, colours representative of his new identity (also red = warm and blue = cold)

His colours palette will eventually open up into something warmer on the outside, veering into purple.

Extra notes on his character: Stan (in this AU) is colder and quieter than his canon counterpart. After years of being in the mafia business, and years of running it as well, he has long since learned to mask his facial expressions and master the poker face (*cough cough* resting bitch face *cough cough*). But, his intimidating and serious air does not serve him any favours when it comes to literally anything other than his “work”, his inexperience when it comes to emotions all the more apparent with the twins. He has trouble expressing his feelings outwardly, and despises this part of himself, because it reminds him of his own father. He feels as though he is failing the twins by being too cold and distant, and tries his best to open up more.

Mabel:

Maintains her original colours palette with pink, but has more hints of red in her outfit, similar to Stan’s, particularly around her sleeves (allusion to “wearing your heart on your sleeves.” Yes, I know that it’s tacky)

The red shows she is more inclined to trust Stan, as she is willing to see past Stanley’s exterior facade of cold aloofness to see his “true” colours (good HEAVENS that is disgustingly cheesy to say but idk how else to really word this)

Extra notes on her character: Mabel trusts Stan fully. Perhaps a little too much. She I dolises Stan to an almost unhealthy degree, and is constantly plagued with the underlying fear of somehow losing Stan’s “interest”, as their mother seemed to have lost interest in her and Dipper. Deeply fears being abandoned again, and believes she “owes” Stan for having adopted them. She believes it is her fault that neither of their parents wanted the twins during the divorce.

Dipper:

Maintains original colour palette with blues, but pretty solidly lacks red in his outfit. He serves as the opposite spectrum of Mabel, instead being unwilling to fully trust Stan and takes him at face value.

Extra notes on his character: Dipper does not trust Stan, and is far more hyperaware of what kind of “business” their “uncle” runs. He is mostly worried about Mabel’s slight obsession with pleasing him, and fears that if they don’t behave, Stan might use his dangerous power and influence against them. He is convinced that Stan had ulterior motives to adopting them, cannot fathom what he, a seeming stranger with all the power in the world, could possibly hope to gain in adopting two abandoned children. Even more so, when even their parents didn’t seem to want them.

[charmedreincarnation]

MOAB subliminal challenge

(Click links)

The Mother of All Boosters, commonly known as MOAB, is a high-potency subliminal booster originally created by the user ItsaKid (also known as Synergeticboy). Developed over the course of nine months and upgraded in three, MOAB is engineered to serve as the foundational accelerator for any subliminal system, built with both speed and complexity in mind. While multiple versions exist, MOAB 1.0 remains the go-to for those prioritizing rapid, concentrated results. It activates deep neural, energetic, and subconscious layers, effectively removing resistance, integrating affirmations faster, and collapsing the delay between intention and manifestation.

MOAB is structured around a modular design system—each formula is written in code-like expressions, such as {B} = {Topic} or {S} = {Topic[Submaker (Formula)] × Topic[Submaker (Formula)]}. These modules allow users to target specific goals (like confidence, wealth, or void state access) and fuse them together to multiply their effects. The booster works in tandem with these scripts, interpreting them like psychic commands. MOAB 1.0 is optimized for velocity: it initiates a kind of subliminal combustion that prioritizes speed over subtlety, making it ideal for users who are mentally stable and spiritually prepared for rapid transformations.

We will be using 1.0 rather than 2.0 because it focuses on speed. In essence, MOAB 1.0 acts like a raw psychic amplifier. It does not hold back. It is especially compatible with other generative subliminals, morphic fields, or void-based systems. When paired with clean scripting and a clear mental field, MOAB doesn’t just boost results—it warps time around them, often collapsing what would take weeks into hours or days. Due to its sheer intensity, scripting clarity, hydration, and intentionality are strongly recommended. This is not a casual track—it is the Paragon Core for speedrunners of the subconscious realm.

If you’d rather use your own subliminals instead of the ones I picked, you’ll need to learn and research how the module system works on your own. Direct any specific questions to the original creator on Reddit or to ishteham. I just don’t have time to build individual module setups for everyone. :)

The challenge

This challenge is extremely simple and honestly, you don’t even need to overthink it or do deep research unless you want to. I’ve already done the work for you. Everything is set up. The subs are chosen, the formula is written. All you have to do is follow the steps below and stay consistent.

1. Every morning, listen to the MOAB Booster. (Download here)

It’s about 45 minutes long. If you’re short on time, just set an alarm for an hour before you need to wake up, play it, and go back to sleep. That’s it. One listen per day.

Then, throughout the day (and overnight if you’d like), listen to the two subliminals I’ve assigned for this challenge. You can loop them while you work, study, sleep—whatever works for you.

2. Make a playlist called: MOAB Challenge

Add these two subliminals to it:

Infinite abundance by moza mroph

Problem solving by slade

These are your daily subs. Listen whenever you feel called, or just keep them looping gently in the background during the day or while you sleep.

3.important (!!!)

Save this in your Notes, Google Docs, or wherever you track subliminals. DO NOT CHANGE ANYTHING. This is your energetic formula. Just copy and paste it lol.

{S}= {infinite abundance[Moza morph (C.O.D)]} X{Problem solving[Submaker (Formula)]}

{S}= {infinite abundance[Moza morph (C.O.D)]} X{Problem solving[slade (thestral wings)]}

{B} = {Lucid Dreaming}

{B} = {Manifesting}

{B} = {Reality Shifting}

{B} = {Self Concept}

{B} = {Luck}

{B} = {Wealth Building}

{B} = {Mental Health}

{B} = {Void State}

{B} = {Lucid Dreaming(G)}

{B} = {Manifesting(G)}

{B} = {Reality Shifting(G)}

{B} = {Self Concept(G)}

{B} = {Luck(G)}

{B} = {Wealth Building(G)}

{B} = {Mental Health(G)}

{B} = {Void State(G)}

{R}= {Infinite Abundance [Moza Morph (C.O.D)]}

{R}= {Problem Solving [Slade (Thestral Wings)]}

{C} = {MOAB Challenge}

{H} = {Lucid Dreaming}

{H} = {Manifesting}

{H} = {Reality Shifting}

{H} = {Self Concept}

{H} = {Luck}

{H} = {Wealth Building}

{H} = {Mental Health}

{H} = {Void State}

If you’re using your own subliminals instead of the ones I provided, you’ll need to create your own formula and module sheet. If you have questions about how to structure them, I recommend reaching out to the creator directly—@Itsakid has a Reddit community and can explain everything way better than I can. He built the system, so you’ll get the most accurate answers there. But here’s the module explanation.

Final words

The subliminals used in this challenge also work perfectly with the Lucid Dreaming Challenge so if you want to combine both, go for it.

That’s it. I lucid dreamt immediately using this method. It’s simple but powerful especially if you’ve struggled with manifestation, resistance, or stagnancy. The booster handles integration.

[zazaiafe2]

Full post about letting go in shifting

1) Letting go or the mysterious puzzle of shifting

Letting go is one of the most misunderstood concepts in the shifting community.

Many exhaust themselves asking: “How do I let go?”… which is ironically counterproductive, as it triggers the mind even more.

For some, it happens naturally. For others, it’s like a lock.

Spoiler: letting go isn’t a permanent state you need to maintain 24/7. It’s a key moment happening at a precise instant.

About half the people who shift on command (12 people on the survey sample) said they sometimes have a very “empty” mind (there were 26 participants, and they could pick multiple answers, that’s why the stats add up like this). Imagination also seems common among people who shift on command, likely because of the immersive aspect it creates.

2) Letting go: no need to "think about nothing" all the time

Based on many testimonies (including my own surveys):Many shifters say they had doubts, intrusive thoughts, even anxiety before successfully shifting.

The common pattern is that, at the critical moment of shifting, a switch occurs where:

- The environment becomes secondary.

- Thoughts naturally slow down.

- The brain shifts into a state of internal release.

It’s not a total absence of thought.

Rather: -> a distancing from one’s thoughts.

3) Letting go = temporary deactivation of the controlling ego

When shifting, the problem isn’t thinking itself but trying to consciously control every detail.

The analytical mind (the ego, the "controller") loves staying in charge.

-> Metaphor:

Imagine you’re a passenger on a boat.

Your ego wants to steer.

Letting go is the moment you allow your subconscious to take the wheel.

Letting go = trusting that the current will take you where you want to go without forcing the rudder.

4) Emotional state matters more than we think

Many believe that "intention" alone is enough.(It can be in some precise case)

In reality, emotional state (not just positive vs. negative, but stimulating vs. calming) plays a central role.

Interesting paradox:

Calm emotions (serenity, slight sadness, contemplative state) often seem more favorable than highly activated emotions (anger, extreme euphoria, anxiety).

The subconscious shifts better when it isn’t overwhelmed emotionally.

-> The mind needs to be able to glide, not fight, the emotion.

5) Why does letting go support shifting?

Neurocognitive hypothesis (based on research I've done):

Shifting seems to involve switching brain modes:

- Default Mode Network (DMN): self-centered, ruminative thinking, focused on self-awareness (of the CR).

- Low-latent mode (hypnagogic, hypnopompic):

-> opens up to broadened perceptions, new reality and identity perceptions.

Letting go helps transition into this receptive mode where assumption can truly take root.

Key moment:

-> "My mind disconnects and lets my identity glide into my DR."

⚠ Note: It’s not black and white. The DMN can help with preparation and constructing the DR, but at the key moment of shifting, it seems more favorable when the DMN activity drops, allowing easier passage.

6) Letting go ≠ abandoning intention

Many believe you have to completely forget you want to shift.

Wrong: it's more accurate to say you need to:

Maintain a soft, implicit intention.

But without trying to force or constantly check.

Sometimes, simple immersive visualizations, calming sensory affirmations, or just "being mentally in your DR" are enough.

❀ The key:

-> The intention is in the background, stable. The active mind is on pause.

7) The extreme example: stress can make shifting harder

Imagine trying to shift while being chased with a knife:

Even with the best affirmations, your brain would be overwhelmed by survival mode.

Why? Because the body is in a state of maximal activation of the limbic system.

The more emotionally overloaded you are → the harder it is to access the subtle shifting process; it gets locked.

That's why:

-> Calm conditions aren’t mandatory, but they are highly favorable.(Some profile are highly emotionally resilient which could change things a bit)

My favorite meditation for relaxation

8) Letting go isn’t "emptiness", it’s a selective opening

Many believe you have to “stop thinking” to let go. But that’s almost impossible. (For most profile)

In reality, it's often about redirecting your attention:

- Less analytical/logical thinking

- More immersive, sensory, narrative thinking

Examples:

- Feeling your DR without trying to visualize every detail

- Letting yourself be immersed in imagined sensations (sounds, smells, touch, etc.)

It’s not the absence of mental content, but rather mental content adapted to shifting.

If I can give an example: it's like floating in the middle of water. Your mind relaxes, thoughts come and go like waves, but you know the current will guide you to the right place.

9) Letting go and the “floating effect”

Many shifters describe an inner floating feeling just before shifting:

- A sense of weightlessness

- Sensory blur

- Light, pleasant dissociation

Why? The brain seems to enter a “low cognitive friction” mode:

-> Mental barriers between realities become thinner

-> The rigid ego temporarily falls asleep

Allowing this drifting feeling to naturally emerge can greatly facilitate shifting.

I would even say for some, sensory deprivation or certain sensory experiences might help them enter these states.

10) Accepting the imperfection of the mind

The trap of perfect letting go:

Many people get stuck because they want to be mentally perfect before shifting.

But:

- The mind fluctuates.

- Intrusive thoughts exist.

- Shifting doesn’t require unrealistic mental purity.

What to aim for:

-> Mental flexibility, not perfection.

Sometimes, intrusive thoughts fade away on their own by letting the DR sensations come to the foreground.

11) The importance of micro-moments of shift

We often believe that shifting requires hours of preparation.

But in reality:

Shifting often happens in a few key seconds when:

- The state of relaxation is reached.

- DR attention becomes dominant.

- The mind slides without being pulled back forcefully to CR.

These moments are subtle, but become recognizable with experience.

The more you practice identifying these mini-shifts, the more you develop a flexible "entry window."

12) Conclusion: don’t panic about letting go

You don’t need to be mentally perfect to shift.

Letting go is occasional, not permanent.

It’s a release of control at the key moment.

You can totally:

- Have doubts.

- Have intrusive thoughts.

But succeed in disconnecting at the right moment.

-> The most important: cultivate moments of gentle receptivity, no need for absolute control.

Bonus) Alpha, theta waves as well as binaural or isochronic sounds also seem ideal to induce a favorable state (not mandatory especially if you prefer not to have sound but it may help).

Link 1 (alpha waves)

Link 2(theta waves)

Link 3(isochronic tones)

(translated from my TikTok)

[soulcaketuesday]

Eight of Pentacles 🌤️

Eight of Pentacles symbolises diligence, self improvement and learning new skills. Miki sits peacefully in an overgrown sunlit garden, having spent all day painting birdhouses. Instead of chasing his nostalgia, he's honouring it by creating something practical and new. Sometimes you need to let go of perfectionism and just enjoy the act of creating - it might not be a masterpiece that perfectly captures the magic of childhood, but putting a lot of effort and sincerity into a project will always be worth your time.

this is one of my pieces for a zine that was unfortunately cancelled. the other piece is here, go look at this kid winning the cycle of violence. drafts and notes below

will you guys make fun of me if i over-explain this to death 🥺👉👈 so um the inspiration for this is the start and end of ep26: starting with kozue trying to save a birds nest as a tree is being cut down, and ending with miki putting up a bird house to replace the tree. the bird house doesn't repair their relationship - they don't speak in the moment except to insult each other - but when we see them next in the finale they're a lot more comfortable with each other! is miki's birdhouse an empty gesture or is it the first shaky step to finding an understanding? idk 😊 i think its neat

i thought itd be nice if he was approaching art and creativity in a more relaxed way, just enjoying learning a new skill. repeating the same song over and over will only get you so far <3 i think this boy needs a new hobby <3

some things:

the designs of the birdhouses are based off the twins' bedroom. they start off a bit more messy and simple but get more detailed towards the bottom. he's getting better thru practice! and the last pentacle is still a work in progress

the fireflies were originally going to be flowers, and i think i spent like 20 minutes googling native japanese wildflowers that would grow in a setting like this and also had the right flower symbolism i needed 🫠 but anyway in one of the early check-ins someone said they liked the fireflies and i thought sure!!!! sounds good lmao :D imo they imply a late summers evening and a long day of outdoor work which probably works better than me struggling with flower symbolism lol

the shoes looks good as hell before i remembered i had to cover them up with grass and the frame. now they just blend in to the piano a bit. sad!

for some reason i did all the line art for this and then painted it anyway. why did i do that.

i'm still kinda fond of the first one with miki studiously leaning over a miniature rose garden while the actual garden grows wild around him... one of the interpretations of eight of pentacles (reversed) is being so focused on details that you overlook the bigger picture, which i think really fits miki as the student councils Bloke Who Does Fuck All. he has the appearance of someone who's very analytical and sensible, but he's so locked in his own tiny perception of the world that he mostly just comes up with whatever conclusions suit him best, regardless of any harm he might be ignoring or outright causing. HOWEVER that's kind of an ungenerous interpretation for a relatively chill card 😌 also i had no ideas for a background and the composition didn't work with the border so rip to that idea

i liked the stopwatches as pentacles so tried to reuse it in the third design but was out of ideas by then. the seconds thumbnail with the birdhouses and the piano kind of came naturally so that's what i went with :) and it more or less stayed the same in the final result. i was thinking of adding some kozue presence, like empty milkshake cups or a birds nest or graffiti on the side of the old piano, but imo that would have made it too cluttered. i literally did forget to add paint pots tho OOPS

[nocturnebite]

Talk flirty to me 𝜗𝜚

(i didn’t mean to text you. okay, maybe i did.) - crush! enha (ot7) x drunk(then sober)-fem! reader

synopsis: You didn’t mean to text them. Not like that. But tipsy you has feelings—and zero filter. fic notes: alcohol use || drunk texting || light profanity || romantic tension (theres like one v small kiss) Nothing heavy, just a lot of secondhand embarrassment and unfiltered feelings from 1AM-2AM. wc: average ab 430ish per member (3.11k total)

ash's notes: i've seen so many of the smau text chain fics about these scenarios and i wanted to try my own so bad.. but i wrote it instead. here's what i think the men would do after you talk flirty to them while drunk.. ENJOY!! <3

[HEESEUNG]

You knew you shouldn't be texting anyone.

The room was spinning just a little, the warmth of the alcohol still buzzing pleasantly through your veins as you flopped back on the couch. Music pulsed low in the background—someone had put on a chill playlist, probably trying to wind the night down—but your brain was still humming, still restless.

And your phone was right there.

You blinked at it like it had offended you. Or maybe like it was promising something. Like an answer. A solution. A possibility.

Heeseung’s name was already in your recents. You’d clicked it without thinking. Staring at the chat window now, thumb hovering.

"Don't do it," your friend mumbled from the floor next to you, eyes half-closed. "You're gonna regret it."

"I won't," you said, way too confidently. "It's just a compliment. It's not like I'm proposing."

In your head, this made total sense.

Because here’s the thing: you’d been thinking it for a while. That if you ever let yourself fall for someone completely—messily, irreversibly—it’d be Heeseung. The way he always listened like what you were saying actually mattered. The way his laugh could make you forget your own name. The way he looked at you like maybe he saw everything and still didn’t look away.

Yeah.

Dangerous.

So maybe it was the vodka talking, or the tequila, or that one mystery shot someone handed you while laughing like a villain. Whatever it was, it shoved your self-control into a closet and locked the door.

Your thumbs moved faster than your brain.

"u’d be soooo good to me if i let u. too good. like. future husband good. fck."

The moment you hit send, your eyes went wide.

“Oh my... No no no—” You grabbed your phone like you could take it back, but it was too late. The tiny "Delivered" status stared back at you with betrayal.

You launched yourself off the couch, half-tripping over a pile of blankets. "I SENT IT. I SENT IT."

Someone in the room cheered. “Iconic!”

You considered throwing yourself into the nearest trash can.

[The Next Morning]

Heeseung didn’t sleep.

Well, technically, he tried. But after getting your text, he just lay in bed like a Victorian widow, eyes wide open, clutching his pillow like a lifeline.

It wasn’t even the words that killed him.

It was the way they felt like truth. Like the kind of thing you only say when your guard’s down. Or when you want to say it but never thought you’d be brave enough.

So now, sitting across from you at brunch, he’s malfunctioning.

You seem fine. Hungover, yes. But casual. Untouched by the emotional earthquake you dropped into his inbox like a shot glass off a balcony.

You sip your iced coffee, completely unaware.

Heeseung, meanwhile, is sweating bullets.

You look up. “You okay?”

He panics. “Do you really think I’m ‘husband good’ or were you just drunk?!”

The fork freezes halfway to your mouth.

“…Wait,” you blink, “I actually sent that?”

He just nods.

You groan and immediately hide your face behind your hands. “No. Nope. I’m deleting my number. I’m leaving the country. I’m—”

He cuts you off, voice cracking: “But like… did you mean it?”

You peek between your fingers. “Do you want me to have meant it?”

“Yeah,” he says, way too fast. Then adds, softer, “Yeah. I really do.”

You go quiet.

Then you toss your napkin at his face. “Okay. But next time I say something stupid like that, pretend I didn’t. Unless I say it sober. Which I might. Later. Maybe.”

Heeseung grins so hard he can’t stop. “So… dinner tomorrow?”

You sigh dramatically. “Fine. But only because you're husband good.”

[JAY]

You weren’t supposed to text him.

You even said it out loud—“I’m not gonna text him.” You looked your friend dead in the eyes and promised. But that was three shots ago.

Now, you’re leaning on a sticky bar table, warm with tequila and terrible judgment, staring at Jay’s contact name like it personally offended you.

He’s just so… rude.

For existing. For being that effortlessly hot. For wearing those stupid button-downs like he doesn’t know what they do to you.

You bite your lip. Squint at your phone. Your thumbs move.

“you’re so hot it’s rude.”“if you called me baby just once i’d combust.”

Send.

You blink.

Your friend next to you lets out a horrified gasp. “YOU DIDN’T.”

You grip her arm. “I DID.”

You both scream into the void of your jackets.

[Meanwhile: Jay]

Jay’s at home. In bed. Reading a book like a responsible adult. Literally sipping tea.

And then—

Buzz.

He glances at his phone. Sees your name. 

Unlocks the screen. Reads. Stares.

He sits up so fast he spills his tea.

“Excuse me??”

He reads it again. Then a third time. Then he sets his phone down and just stares into space like the ceiling will have answers.

You. Called him hot.

You. Want him to call you baby.

His brain blue-screens.

But instead of replying like a normal person, Jay decides to play the long game. If you wanna combust?

Fine.

He’ll light the match slowly.

[The Next Day]

You’ve mentally prepared to be ignored. Ghosted, maybe. Or worse—laughed at.

Instead, Jay is completely… normal. Maybe too normal.

“Hey,” he greets when he walks in, casual, like you didn’t tell him you wanted to explode over one word.

You try to act cool. You’re failing. “Hey.”

He sits next to you. Says nothing suspicious. You start to relax.

And then, out of nowhere—

“Hey, baby—pass me that bottle?”

Time stops.

Your hands freeze mid-air. Your breath catches. You whip your head toward him so fast it’s a miracle you don’t get whiplash.

He’s not even looking at you. Just sipping from his water bottle. Calm. Untouched.

You hand him the bottle with trembling fingers.

He meets your eyes. Smirking.

“What? That’s what you wanted, right?”

Your soul LEAVES your body. You’re floating. Ascending. Actively combusting.

Jay just leans back and adds, casually, “Guess I’m kinda rude like that.”

You want to scream. Instead, you knock back the rest of your drink and mutter, “I hate you.”

He grins. “You love me.”

You don’t answer.

Because yeah.

Yeah, you do.

[JAKE]

The night started normal.

You weren’t even that drunk. Just enough to feel brave. Warm. A little too in love with the sound of Jake’s laugh in your memory. And definitely a little too in love with the way he looked earlier that day—smiling at something on his phone, lips all plush and pink, like—

No. Nope.

Bad idea.

You shouldn't text him.

So, naturally, you do.

“thinking about how kissable your mouth is. don’t hate me.” Sent: 2:13AM.

You immediately throw your phone under your pillow like it might explode.

[Meanwhile: Jake]

Jake is a soft sleeper. Usually. But his phone buzzes and something makes him check it, just in case it’s you.

It is.

He unlocks it. Reads the message.

Then reads it again.

Then sits up so fast he smacks his head on the headboard.

“…kissable??”

He stares at the message like it’s a bomb.

His heart is racing. His whole face is burning. He starts typing.

"hey i—" No. Delete. "you’re drunk lol—" Delete. "😳" Delete. Immediately.

He flops onto the floor and starts doing push-ups.

For no reason.

Then lies there in existential agony for twenty full minutes.

[The Next Day]

You wake up, check your messages, and nearly perish on the spot.

“thinking about how kissable your mouth is. don’t hate me.” Sent 2:13 AM.

Oh god. Oh god. You sent it. It wasn’t a dream. It’s right there. And worst of all?

He didn’t reply.

You put your phone face down and spend the entire day pretending nothing happened. If you don’t acknowledge it, maybe it’ll disappear. Maybe you’ll disappear.

Jake, on the other hand?

He hasn’t stopped thinking about it since 2:13AM.

He glances at you a dozen times. Opens his mouth to say something. Closes it. Runs a hand through his hair like he’s trying to physically shake the blush off his face.

But finally, when you’re alone, it happens.

You’re reaching for something—completely casual—when his fingers wrap gently around your wrist.

You freeze.

He leans in, voice barely above a whisper.

“…did you mean it? The text?”

You want to lie. To laugh. To fake a glitch and throw yourself out a window.

But something in his eyes stops you.

So you nod. Tiny. Embarrassed. Absolutely dying inside.

Jake’s lips part like he’s gonna say something—and then he doesn’t.

He just smiles. All sweet and pink-cheeked and sunshine-soft.

“Cool,” he murmurs. “Because I’ve been thinking about kissing you for, like… a year.”

You black out for approximately three seconds.

[SUNGHOON]

The party’s over. Most people are gone. You’re curled up on someone’s couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders, head just fuzzy enough from the drinks to feel bold. Loose-tongued. Dangerous.

Your friends are whispering, laughing about their own drama, and all you can think about is him.

Sunghoon.

The way he looked earlier—black hoodie, hair a little messy, that lazy smile that made your heart skip so violently you almost tripped over your own feet. He always gets to you like that. It's unfair.

You reach for your phone before your brain can stop you.

“if we kissed rn i’d literally melt into a puddle. you’re my crush fr.” Sent: 1:49AM.

You stare. Blank screen. No reply. A tiny voice in your head screams.

You immediately toss your phone across the room like it bit you.

“WHY DID I DO THAT,” you whisper.

No one hears you. You sink deeper into the couch like maybe you can dissolve from shame.

[Meanwhile: Sunghoon]

Sunghoon’s in bed.

The room is quiet. He’s mid-scroll, not even thinking, when his phone buzzes.

He sees your name and sits up straighter.

Then he reads it.

Once. Twice. Ten times.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Just stares at the screen like it's a hallucination.

“you’re my crush fr.”

His brain blue-screens. Full system shutdown. He throws his phone across the bed. Paces. Picks it back up. Drops it. Groans into his hands.

No response. He doesn't know how to respond. Anything he writes feels like a mistake. So he just... doesn’t.

[The Next Morning]

You show up like nothing happened. Clean face. Calm voice. Holding a drink like you didn't drop a nuclear-level crush confession at 2AM.

Sunghoon?

He’s suffering.

He’s fidgety. Red in the ears. Won’t meet your eyes. Every time you speak, he looks like he’s being punished.

You try to pretend nothing happened, but the tension is suffocating.

Finally, he snaps.

He pulls you aside, hand gentle but firm on your arm. You blink up at him, and his eyes are serious.

“You can’t just call me your crush and then act normal.”

You freeze.

“Now I’m gonna think about kissing you all the time. Is that what you want?”

Your heart stops.

His voice is quiet. Honest. It doesn’t sound like teasing. It sounds like a confession he didn’t mean to let slip.

You don’t answer.

You just step closer.

Lift your hand to his jaw.

And kiss him.

It’s soft at first—tentative. Questioning. But he kisses you back like he’s been waiting for this for months.

Like he’s melting, too.

[SUNOO]

You’re lying on the floor at a friend’s apartment, half-wrapped in a blanket, heart full of secrets, and head full of wine. Everything feels fuzzy around the edges. Soft. Warm. A little too honest.

Your friend is talking about their ex or their situationship or their ick list—you’re not really listening. Because all you can think about is him.

Sunoo. With his annoying-cute laugh and perfect skin and the way he always makes you feel like you’re the main character even when you’re doing something stupid, like eating cereal out of a mug.

You pull out your phone and type without thinking.

“you’re like… soulmate coded. i’d marry u. i’m not even kidding.”

You stare at the message. Nod. Drunken logic says this is completely reasonable.

Then you send it.

And roll over like nothing happened.

[Meanwhile: Sunoo]

Sunoo’s phone dings.

He’s mid-skincare routine, face mask on, vibing to his playlist. He glances at the screen, sees your name—and pauses.

Reads the message.

“you’re like… soulmate coded. i’d marry u. i’m not even kidding.”

He screams.

Like, actually screams. Loud. Hands over his face. Pacing like he’s in a K-drama montage. Whole monologue happening in his head:

“WAIT WHAT? SHE SAID MARRY. MARRY???”

He clutches his chest. Looks in the mirror. Whispers, “Don’t make it weird. Be normal. Be normal.”

He is not normal.

He doesn’t reply.

He needs time to process.

[The Next Day]

You wake up, mildly hungover and completely in denial. You check your messages, see the text, and feel your entire soul evacuate your body.

No response. Thank goodness. Maybe he didn’t see it.

You go about your day pretending it never happened. Totally fine. Not spiraling. At all.

Then you walk into the room—and he’s grinning.

Sunoo sidles up to you, all innocent eyes and sunshine mischief.

“…so when’s the wedding?”

You choke.

Your brain short-circuits. You blink at him.

He giggles like it’s a joke. Like it’s nothing.

But then—

He stops. Looks at you properly.

And in the softest, most genuine voice you’ve ever heard, he says:

“But for real… do you like me? Because I’ve liked you forever.”

The world goes quiet.

No teasing. No drama.

Just the boy who’s always been there, waiting for you to notice.

And you?

You nod. Speechless. Stupidly, hopelessly, incredibly in love.

[JUNGWON]

You don’t plan to get drunk tonight.

It’s just supposed to be a casual thing—laughs with friends, a drink or two. But three drinks in, you’re warm and soft around the edges. The music feels louder, your heart lighter. Someone mentions crushes, and you laugh along, but your mind is elsewhere.

It always is.

Jungwon.

His name hasn’t left your thoughts all night. You think about how his smile looks when he’s trying not to laugh. How he always remembers the little things—your favorite snack, that one song you like, the way you hate your coffee too sweet.

And it hits you all at once. This ache. This gnawing little thought that’s been building for months now.

He isn’t yours.

You want him to be, more than anything. But he’s not.

And that’s when you pull out your phone.

You hesitate. Fingers hover over the screen. You know you shouldn’t. You know.

But the wine says, “What if he feels the same?”

And that tiny hope wins.

“dreamt u were mine. woke up mad. why aren’t u mine???” Sent: 1:06AM.

You drop your phone like it’s on fire. Bury your face in your hands.

“Oh my gosh. Oh my GOSH—”

You don’t check if he sees it. You don’t even say goodnight. You just stumble home and crawl into bed, praying the earth swallows you before morning.

[Jungwon]

He’s in bed when it lights up.

He sees your name and smiles instinctively. He always does.

Then he reads the text.

And the smile drops.

“Dreamt u were mine… why aren’t u mine?”

He blinks. Reads it again.

Then again.

He sits up slowly, like the words physically hit him.

His chest tightens. His heart’s racing. He tries to think of what to say—how to answer—but every message he drafts sounds either too casual or too desperate.

He wants to call you.

Wants to knock on your door and say, “Me. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

But he doesn’t.

He just sits there, re-reading those words, like they’re a secret he’s been waiting his whole life to hear.

[The Next Time You See Him]

You pretend nothing happened. Try to act normal. But your stomach is twisting in knots every time he looks at you—and he’s looking at you a lot.

He’s fidgety. Not his usual calm, polished self. He stumbles over his words, drops his phone twice, nearly walks into a wall.

You finally corner him.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

He swallows. Hard. Doesn’t quite meet your eyes.

Then quietly, like he’s been holding it in all day:

“Do you really want me to be yours?”

You freeze.

He’s blushing, but he doesn’t back down. He finally looks at you—open, uncertain, hopeful.

“Because… I already am. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

And it’s so simple. So honest. No games. Just him.

You step closer.

And all you can think is, mine.

So you whisper:

“I do.”

And the way he smiles—like the sun finally came out—it feels like a dream.

Only this time, you’re both awake for it.

[NI-KI]

It starts, as it always does, with a drink. Then two. Then someone dares you to send a risky text.

“Bet you won’t.”

You scoff. You will. Of course you will.

Unfortunately, the person your wine-soaked heart chooses is Ni-ki.

Tall. Chaotic. Unfairly attractive Ni-ki who always knows exactly how to get under your skin—and worse, knows he’s hot.

Your brain is like: “Don’t do it.”

Your fingers are like: “Too late.”

“heyy hottie. u’re so fcking hot i hate u. hot hot hot. it’s stupid how hot u are. stupidly hot.” Sent: 1:04AM.

You toss your phone across the bed and scream into your pillow.

He doesn’t reply. Thank god. You can pretend it didn’t happen.

(You absolutely cannot pretend it didn’t happen.)

[Ni-ki, Upon Receiving This Work of Art]

He’s gaming. Mind completely elsewhere. Phone buzzes.

He glances at the screen. Sees your name. Smirks.

Then reads the message.

“hottie. hot. hot. hot. hot. stupid. hot. stupidly. hot.”

He scrolls.

Counts.

Seven times.

“Damn,” he mutters, grinning.

He doesn’t reply. He waits. Lets it marinate. He knows you’re spiraling.

And he can’t wait to see you.

[The Next Time You See Him]

He’s already smiling when you walk in.

Smug. Smirky. Arms crossed.

“Hey…”

You narrow your eyes. You know that tone.

“Am I still stupid hot? Or did you sober up?”

You groan. Cover your face. “I hate you.”

He just laughs—so proud of himself.

“You said it SEVEN times.”

You smack his arm. He lives for it. Leans in close, voice dropping just enough to make you nervous.

“For the record… you’re hot too. Ridiculously.”

You freeze.

He grins.

“What? Gotta even the score.”

And before you can recover, he’s already walking off, calling over his shoulder—

“Let me know if I hit eight next time.”

You might actually combust.

tl: (read rules before asking to be added to any list ᥫ᭡. )

[honeytonedhottie]

luxurious self care routines⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🛁💕

self care is so important both for our mental and physical well being. its one of the girliest hobbies and for good reason too, when i practice self care i pretend like im caring for a doll (except im not rly pretending bcuz i am a doll). pouring into myself is my PASSION especially in luxurious ways...💬🎀

ATMOSPHERE ;

atmosphere is the most effective way to get that luxury spa like feel. light some candles that smell nice, warm ur towels and bathrobe before using it and make sure that u have all ur spa day supplies on hand so that u dont have to walk back and forth. some important items to have during ur luxury self care day are ->

🧁 cucumber slices (for ur eyes of course)

🧁 a warm cup of tea or a refreshing cup of infused water (whatever ur in the mood for) bonus points if u drink it in a wine glass

🧁 warmed towels and bath robes

🧁 a facial steamer

🧁 luxurious bath tray (with ur drink, candles, products, etc)

🧁 bubble bath

also, play some soft jazz or calming music in the background, i love bossanova so thats what i listen to. also try to avoid harsh lightings and opt for a softer light instead. we wanna feel RELAXED, like we're in an exclusive spa.

SKINCARE RITUALS ;

double cleanse ur skin and make sure to really take your time, feel free to massage ur skin too. make sure that ur letting ur cleanser sit on ur skin for a couple of seconds to really reap all the benefits you can. use a facial mask, i rly love making my at-home rice face mask. i also enjoy the aztec clay mask and sheet masks that have ingredients like aloe and rice.

BUBBLE BATH ;

soak in a warm bath with fluffy bubbles and ur hair in a pretty girly shower cap. i love to have the lights dimmed while im in the bath and a juicy book on my bath tray. if i dont have a physical book on hand which i prefer bcuz on luxurious self care days i like to go screen-less, i'll read one of my spicy web comics and just soak in the bath.

when finding a good bubble bath for your luxurious self care day i want u to do your research! i love my bubble baths fragrant and i love them to make LOTS of bubbles so some of my recommendations are the doctor teals bubble baths, i also really enjoy the creme shop boba bears one cuz its so cute and the lush bubble bars (they feel like a treat every time)

now when you get out of the bath it is SO important to have a nice hot towel and bathrobe to slip into. it just feels like a warm hug UGH it elevates the experience by like a million percent, its an absolute necessity don't you dare skip this.

FOR YOUR HAIR ;

while doing a luxurious spa day i recommend doing treatment on your hair like a deep conditioner or a hair mask. also massage ur scalp. ever since i've been on red note i learned that we have five meridians on our scalp and by massaging them we can stimulate growth and relieve stress so thats def something you guys should get into. bonus: use a hot towel wrap or a heated cap to let the mask soak in

FOR YOUR BODY ;

exfoliating always makes me feel like im shedding an old skin and stepping into a new one so it's a must have step. after exfoliating, moisturize with a thick, luxe body cream or body oil. go for something with shea butter, cocoa, or almond oil so you feel buttery soft. then spray a light body mist or your fave perfume, even if you’re just staying in/going to bed. smell is part of the fantasy

MASSAGE ;

this part is sooo underrated but like, once you add massage into your routine, you’ll never skip it again. it just feels like a princess reset. i always say a good massage makes me feel like melted caramel. you can do it yourself or u can make ur bestie do it for u, it’s giving luxury either way.

🍨 first, grab your fave body oil or lotion. i love using something that smells like vanilla, roses, or coconut milk, bonus points if it's a little sparkly. warm it up in your hands (cold lotion is illegal on spa day) and start by massaging your neck + shoulders. move in slow circles and don’t rush.

🍨 take your time on your arms, hands, and even your scalp...we carry so much tension there. i literally feel the stress leaving my body when i do this.i also use a gua sha or jade roller on my face + neck.

🍨 extras i’m obsessed with: — heated neck wraps — those cute lil wooden roller tools

put on your soft music, breathe deep, and just melt. your room isnt not a bedroom anymore. it’s a private suite in a 5-star spa in paris.

[deer-diary-from-hell]

Redesigned all of the Dandy world (+my take on the game)

”But Liam/deer didn’t you alr posted these-“

you didn’t see anything.

HEADCANONING TIME WWOOOOO

I like to think that ALMOST all of the toons just think they’re just playing a game of tag while collecting ichor like it’s a “capture the flag” thing. It’s in their blood (or ichor) to just be a bunch of childish and playful creatures, they are MADE for kids so it’s not really out of character of them to NOT think that twisteds are dangerous let alone kill them which cause them to see things differently (literally)

(still talking about this👆) If you start the game at first it’s all bright and colorful like something you would see out of a kid’s show, there’s happy music playing in the background all fun and games! Until you get hit by a twisted and lose a heart. Thats when the reality kicks in. Music stops as the colors slowly go back to the sad reality of an abandoned studio/daycare. These twisteds weren’t playing.. they were trying to kill you. This effect is irreversible even if you go back to full health. The shine in their eyes are gone. They aren’t laughing anymore, this isn’t funny. They’re scared.

(Note to self, each toon will have a traumatized look on their face after getting injured and will stay traumatized even after being healed+also applies to a toon when they witness a death of another toon)

I like to think that the twisted are like a “Failed” version of a toon, a toon that wasn’t the exact replica of itself so, it was locked away in the underground as it contorts into it’s biggest flaw(s) might design the twisteds if I feel like it.

If a toon witnessed another toon getting hit they’ll still be oblivious but concerned for their fellow friend

The twisteds prob growls and snarls due to their throats being filled with nothing but ichor, constantly leaking from their mouths as they try to kill you out of jealousy that YOU don’t get to be thrown away like a broken toy and instead cherished by children while they were called a mistake and now you’re going to experience the same pain they went through.

on a lighter note, the toons stole the clothes they’re wearing from the lost and found shortly after being abandoned and threw away their old clothes.

dandy needs those tapes so he doesn’t turn into a twisted. He wants to protect his friends from himself.

Ichor while being dangerous can be used to bring back a dead toon, only dandy knows this. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the toon doesn’t remember how they died after being revived

All toons are asexual. (Gets booed off the stage)

Do you think toons are desperate for interactions after being abandoned for god knows how long.

Astro, Vee and Shelly are the ones who don’t have the “fake reality” sight going on and knows that they’re actually in danger although for Shelly she’s sorta in denial (and ig Teagan and Rodger too? But the both of them just thinks that the twisteds aren’t really that dangerous and thought they wont kill their fellow toons)

might add more hcs soon but prob in later posts

Guys please ask for hcs for any toons you like please I’m begging on my knees I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING.

[evieelyzabethh]

a college!jayce oneshot would be sooo goood. I love the way u write and the details u add! angsty,fluff,smut i dont mind. Just anything is fine with me 🤞🤞

be warned, this is incredibly self indulgent because I just finished my exams and desperately need to get dicked down by my slightly pervy husband...anyway

collegeau!Jayce is usually the one requesting the rewards for his "hard work", but being the kind, perceptive boyfriend, he has known exactly what you need in these very trying times. When he realized he couldn't talk you down from your all-nighters, he stayed up with you, mini fridge stocked with energy drinks and his coffee machine on stand-by when you got tired of the cold drinks. He's there with you for your hours long library visits, biding his time by making you good luck origami cranes or listening to you teach him the concepts you're studying for practice. If you need silence, he quieter than a mouse, if you need someone to talk to, he's all ears.

By the time his finals are done, yours aren't. There must some cruel force in the universe that mandated not only exams, but papers, projects, and presentations all be placed into your lap with rather constricting due dates and very short turn-around periods. The struggle was manageable enough when you were both going through it, but now that he's reached the end of the tunnel alone, he misses his girlfriend. Now, he sees you eating sleep for dinner and nearly going cross-eyed from the countless hours you've spent going back and forth between your textbook, your laptop, and your notes.

Any word he'd say would be hypocritical. To try and convince you to take it easy and come back to bed would be hilariously insincere considering that the trenches look identical for the both of you. But now his head is clearer, and he's forced to watch your increasingly slouchy posture and hope your poor heart can stomach the insane amounts of caffeine you've ingested in such a short period of time.

Eventually, all the papers have been turned in and he's waiting anxiously for you outside of the lecture hall where your final final just took place, and you look alive for the first time in weeks, but you're still a bit sluggish. Ain't shit funny til those grades populate, so you find it within yourself to smile but there's still a fragile week ahead of you when you really could cry at any given moment if pushed hard enough.

This just won't do, though!!! collegeau!Jayce believes he has thoroughly failed as a boyfriend as he watches you, sprawled out on his bed, some show mindlessly droning on in the background, continuously refreshing your email and course page. So much so, that he plucks the phone right from his hands and throws it into one of his messy drawers. And you try to grab it, though not making it very far as his long strides catch up to you rather quickly and your being hoisted over his shoulders and thrown back onto his bed, exactly where you belong.

See, besides the obvious torture of watching you torture yourself; Jayce has not gotten off in weeks; he would feel guilty if he wasn't able to be there for you because he's too busy jerking off in the bathroom while you're hard at work. So, he was being the good boyfriend, the one who's pleasure is completely derived from your own and he can't even try to make himself feel good if you aren't. But now, the hard times have passed, and he cannot fathom holding off any longer than he already has.

"Jayce-" And thank fuck you decided to wear a skirt today because if he had to fiddle with jeans, he would've lost his damn mind. "Jay, get off." He looks up at you with the biggest, brownest puppy dog eyes you ever did see, hands held where you could see them. "You really want me to stop?" No, of course you don't. "I wanna see if my grades been posted." He rolls his eyes so deeply you'd think he was searching the very wrinkles of his brain for a fuck to give.

His large hands move over your thighs, hypnotizingly playing with the hem of your skirt, the crotch of your terribly thin panties, rubbing his thumb what he's really been craving for the worst part of these past two weeks. "I really don't care." If he weren't so impatient, he would've been smoother. Maybe kissed you until your head got all fuzzy, gave more attention to your tits, maybe he would've bothered to actually remove any of your clothing.

collegeau!Jayce who is just so messy and couldn't be paid to give a shit as he's eating you out through your panties. It catches you by surprise, the voracious way he plunges in, nose knocking at your clothed entrance as he licks and sucks at the growing wet spot forming. You grab at his hair, which only grows his already painfully hard erection. "Ngh.", is all that comes from his mouth. It was initially meant to be some sort of plea, pull it harder, please, but for his request to be heard, he would've had to pull away. He would rather die than do that before you gushed over his tongue.

He's making out with it, aggressive with the way he pushes himself further and further into you and his canines nick at the fabric until it inevitably tears right through. Both of your moan's echo around his walls along with the squeaking of the bed with the sheer force that he ruts his hips into it. "Sometimes, I really think you hate me." The accusation vibrates straight through your pussy, making your body shake before the words even hit your ears. "No -ah, fuck, I don't." He nods into you. "Only explanation for denying me heaven."

collegeau!Jayce who is a munch before all else, his fingers leaving prints on your thighs that are already wrapped tightly around his head, his other hand pressing down on your waist. You had this annoying habit of squirming away from him, cries about it being too much falling on deaf ears. He is a firm believer there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, only people who don't believe they deserve the abundance of good coming to them.

Jayce is that abundance, sucking on your clit until it becomes too much and you shake in his strong hands, your hips fighting against his calm hands that try to rub soothing circles into your skin. "Quit running from it, baby. Jus' want you to feel better. Don't you wanna feel good? Hm?"And the tears eventually start flowing. Your just overwhelmed, you haven't had your brain properly shut off in months. "Jay, too much." But he's not done yet, instead, he tries to indicate through touch what he would whisper in your ear. You can take it. You deserve a little treat, a nice reward. His pretty girl just needs to be loosened up, just needs to think a little less, and as the best boyfriend in the world, he's going to make that happen.

[tiazennie]

I love...

Genre: Fluff (VERY MUCH) Jeno X Reader Warnings: Some harsh language andd that's about itt (lemme know if there's moreee :DD) Background: Your boyfriend asks you for a list on things you love about him but you weren't very sure of that idea as you find it hard on expressing your feelings towards him. Although, he had other plans. heavily inspired by the song Chest Pain (I love) by Malcolm Todd, haha LMEW:P ·˚୨୧꒰∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱୨୧˚·

"Really? You can't name one thing you love about me?" Jeno exclaims as you chuckle in response. "Seriously, I love everything about you I just can't seem to narrow it down one by one!" You say before putting your phone down and facing him, lips slightly in a pout which makes you chuckle. You wait for his response but he was persistent on ignoring you. You sigh before talking, "Fine, I'll try to write it down for you. But don't be surprised I do bad." You huff out and you see Jeno's eyes light up and his lips forming into a smile as he tries to hide it which makes you laugh softly. "I won't I promise." He says before crossing his chest and raising his left hand, you chuckle at the sight before laying down comfortably. "Then, we better sleep, you wanna receive it tomorrow right?" His response was a slight nod with a big smile, making your heart quench at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend. You just can't seem to comprehend the fact that the guy you've been dreaming of since freshman year was beside you, sleeping. You pinch your self a few times thinking it was all just a dream, and you would wake up to your bed alone. But instead, you feel the pain of your fingers nipping your skin and Noah still on your bed sound asleep. "Maybe this isn't a dream after all." You whisper to yourself before facing him with a slight smile, knowing you'll see him again tomorrow with both of you having swollen eyes and puffy cheeks from your oh so good night sleep.

"Y/n, Y/n, c'mon now. Wake up!" You hear vaguely and you guessed it, it was your boyfriend Jeno. Desperate for your small little note. "Jeno, I swear to God if it's still 7 in the morning I am going to kill you--" "But it's 8 in the morning." He whines still shaking you from your sleep, you could tell he was doing this to annoy you, and boy was it working. "Fine! I'm up." He stands up before cheering and giving you kisses all over your face. You shoo his face away lightly before standing up and entering your bathroom, but he pulls you back to the bed with him. "What-- I thought you wanted to me to het ready--" "I change my mind, let's just stay like this for a while, okay?" You soften at his word before melting to his embrace. Giving you a sense of comfort and secureness to his touch, and you could feel your self getting lulled back to sleep. Maybe you could add this to the things you love about him. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fin

(HELLO EVERYONE OMG I MISSED THIS APP SM, LMEW my account got hacked a while ago so I needed to find a way to get it back ANDD also I got major writers block SO I HAD A LOT TO CATCH UP ON ESPECIALLY ON WRITTING HUHUUH,,,, anywayy I hope you loved this as much as I loved writing it haha.. LOVE YOU GUYS SO SO MUCHH, wish to not get writers block ever again cause IT IS HARD. Please stay hydrated luvs, and hopefully you get a good night/day><) -Ria-

[simjaexy]

𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙚 | 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚

“𝑰’𝒎𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖”

𝑨 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍

Synopsis — Spending the Christmas day with your lover couldn’t be any better, until you both get caught under a mistletoe. You know what they say, any man is allowed to kiss a woman under it. So why would they let that slip away when you’re under it in their arms?

Genre — Pure fluff

Wc — 1.9k

Now playing — Mistletoe by Justin Bieber

A/n — One more day until Christmas! Decided to make a Christmas special cuz my dumb self never does those ;) but in a further note if you don’t wanna kiss anyone under a mistletoe then by all means don’t do it! the synopsis was the only thing I could think of LOL. Anyways.. I hope you guys enjoy this one cuz I know I did. Like, Reblog, Comment, Etc.! If you would like to be on the perm add a comment!

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❆ Heeseung and you walked hand in hand enjoying the festive night together. As much as Heeseung wasn’t fond of the coldness, he couldn’t say no to your pouty face wanting to spend this day together. Your laughter filled the air as you both talked, not a care in the world if people look at you strange.

“Heeseung look!” You beamed. Heeseung glanced over and noticed it was a reindeer photoshoot. You stared in awe, wanting to also take a photo with it. Heeseung smiled, it wouldn’t be so bad taking a photo with a reindeer. He dragged you over there softly making you giggle.

“Alright next people!” The photographer shouted. The photographer motioned for you both to stand next to the reindeer, and Heeseung slipped an arm around your waist as you posed. The reindeer looked calm and beautiful, but it was its eyes that caught your attention—large, dark, and gentle.

As the photographer snapped the picture, you couldn’t help but smile, “Heeseung,” You said playfully, “I think the reindeer’s eyes look just like yours.”

Heeseung blinked, a laugh escaping him, “What? My eyes?”

You nodded, pointing at the reindeer’s gaze, “Yeah, look at them! They’re pretty.”

Heeseung chuckled, his gaze softening as he met your eyes, “I guess we do share a few things in common, huh?” He leaned closer, his voice lowering. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the warmth spreading around your cheeks.

When the photo was printed, you smiled at the image. The reindeer’s eyes truly did look like Heeseung’s, calm. You glanced up at him, grinning mischievously, “I think you’ve got some competition now. You’re no longer the only one with that irresistible gaze.”

Heeseung winked at you, pulling you closer, “Maybe, but I think I’m still your favorite.” Heeseung stopped suddenly, eyes twinkling with playful mischief, “Look, babe,” he said, nodding toward the mistletoe.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips, “What now, Heeseung?” Heeseung already felt his heart jump with the way you said his name. God, you were it for him.

“Do you know the rules?” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, “Because I think we both know what happens under the mistletoe.”

Before you could respond, his lips found yours, slow and sweet, it almost felt like the world has slowed around you two as he embraced you warmly under the cold, making everything feel perfect. When he pulled away, he whispered, “Best Christmas gift ever.”

❆ Jay had been talking quietly near the Christmas tree with you, the faint sounds of holiday music playing in the background. It was a time where you and Jay decided to spend the holidays together just alone without anyone else. It was perfect for the two of you to have a relaxing Christmas.

Just then you’re favorite song came on the record and a large smile spread across your face. Jay felt his heart warm in his chest watching you get up. You extended a hand out to him and that’s when he knew what you were trying to do, “Dance with me, Jay?”

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “A Christmas dance, huh?”

You nodded, your eyes sparkling with the joy of the moment, “Why not?”

Without hesitation, Jay set his drink down and took your hand, letting you guide him into the middle of the living room. The room seemed to quiet around you, the outside world melting away as the two of you swayed slowly to the music.

The gentle rhythm of the song enveloped you both, and you felt the warmth of his touch seep into your skin, his other hand resting softly on your waist.

You rested your head against his chest, the beat of his heart syncing with the music. Jay’s arms tightened around you just a little, as though he, too, wanted to savor the stillness of the moment. As you moved together, the song seemed to stretch, as if time itself didn’t want to let go.

Jay’s voice, low and warm, broke the silence as the song neared its end, “I never knew Christmas could feel this… peaceful.”

You smiled, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes, “It’s perfect with you.”

The last few notes of the song played out softly, and the room felt as if it had frozen in time. As you stepped back, you didn’t notice the mistletoe dangling above. Jay’s eyes glinted with mischief when he caught sight of it.

“Guess we’re under the mistletoe,” He said with a smirk, his hand gently cupping your face, “And you know, I’m not one to break tradition.”

You laughed softly, a slight blush creeping up your neck, “You don’t need an excuse to kiss me.”

He pulled you closer, his lips brushing yours in a slow, deep kiss that made your heart race, “Maybe, but it’s the perfect excuse to kiss my favorite person. Merry Christmas, love.”

❆ Jake spreaded the frosting around his gingerbread house. You, doing the same. The kitchen was filled with the smell of gingerbread as you and Jake worked side by side. The counter wasn’t really a sight to see, a mess of candy, icing, and little sprinkles of sugar everywhere. But to you, none of it mattered. It was the kind of chaos you loved.

Jake grinned at you as he carefully placed a gumdrop on the roof of his house, “Do you think we’re professional gingerbread architects yet?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking, “Well, if this is what passes for architecture, I’d say we’re definitely on the right track.”

He laughed, flicking a little icing onto your cheek as he leaned in, “Oh, sorry, did I get you?” He grinned mischievously, but you could tell he was proud of his attack.

You wiped it off with your finger and licked it off. You decided to reach over to steal a piece of candy from his stash, “I think I’ll take that as a challenge.”

As the two of you continued decorating, you noticed how careful Jake was with each candy placement, how his tongue poked out slightly in concentration. You always found that little habit of his cute.

You couldn’t help but smile. After a while, the two houses took shape—Jake’s house, colorful and full of candy, and yours, a little more regular but still charming in its own way. You stepped back to admire your work, a proud grin spreading across your face.

“Okay, I think we’re done,” you said, resting your hands on your hips.

Jake glanced at his creation and then at yours, comparing them, “I’ll admit, yours looks better than I thought it would.”

You shot him a playful look, “That’s what you get for underestimating me. But, honestly, I think we both did a pretty good job.”

As you both walked to the living, the smell of pine and cinnamon filled your nose. You and Jake were near the door when you both suddenly stopped, noticing the mistletoe hanging right above you.

Jake grinned playfully, his fingers brushing against yours, “Looks like we’ve got no choice but to kiss, babe.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile, “I’m not complaining.”

Jake laughed and pulled you into his arms, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss. The world outside seemed to disappear, and for a moment, it was just the two of you under the mistletoe, lost in the moment.

“Best part of Christmas,” He murmured against your lips, “Kissing you.”

❆ Sunghoon watched as you wrapped up gifts you got from shops you went to earlier. You both did a little shopping for tomorrow since his friends were coming over for the holidays. You gladly made sure everyone had something. Sunghoon couldn’t help but smile seeing you so concentrated to make every gift wrapped perfectly.

He went over and sat down next to you, “Professional gift maker? Never thought I’d ever call you that.” He teased. You gave him a playful glare as he grabbed a bag. He was gonna look inside until you snatched it away within a quickness.

“That one’s for you!” You said. Sunghoon eyes twinkled in amusement. He wondered what you could have gotten him. He raised his hands up in surrender making you giggle. You put the bag behind you and continued wrapping up Jungwons gift, your fingers gently pulling tape and trimming the edges of colorful paper.

Sunghoon decided to help you out. He grabbed a scissors and wraps and started getting to work. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it was when it came out as a half-wrapped box, “I think I’ve wrapped this wrong,” Sunghoon said. His furrowed brow and slightly frustrated sigh made you laugh.

“You’re overthinking it,” You teased, reaching over to help him smooth out the paper, “It’s just a gift, not a fashion statement.”

He grinned, taking the opportunity to poke you with the edge of his tape roll, “You’re probably right. I just want it to look perfect.” His eyes softened as he looked at the pile of gifts near the tree, each one carefully chosen, each one made by you.

You stopped what you were doing for a moment and glanced at him, your heart warming at how much effort he put into everything, “You’re doing great. It doesn’t have to be perfect, Sunghoon. It’s the thought that counts.”

He smiled at you, that soft, genuine smile you loved, and nodded, “I guess you’re right. But I want this Christmas to be special for you.”

You reached over and squeezed his hand gently, your fingers brushing against his as you finished wrapping another gift, “It already is. Just being here with you, wrapping gifts together… it’s perfect.”

Sunghoon paused for a moment, his eyes catching yours. The soft glow from the tree reflected in his gaze, “Yeah. I feel the same way.”

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound being the rustle of paper. As you finished wrapping another gift, you sat back on your heels and admired the tree, now surrounded by a stack of neatly wrapped presents.

“You know, I think we’re done,” You said, a soft smile spreading across your face.

Sunghoon leaned back, staring at all the gifts, “You think we did a good job?”

“Absolutely,” You said with a smile, “We make a great team.”

Sunghoon chuckled and nudged you lightly, “A team, huh? Well, if we’re a team, then I think you deserve a reward.” You chuckled as he walked towards the kitchen with you following behind.

Sunghoon appeared in the doorway, stopping, before turning over to you. His eyes locking onto you with a teasing smile, “I see the mistletoe, babe.”

You looked up, noticing it hanging just above, “You don’t need an excuse, Sunghoon.”

His grin widened, “But it makes it more fun.”

Before you could protest, he was already close, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him as he deepened the kiss, making everything else fade away.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes softened, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

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[lovebvni]

mindset of manifestation & how i manifest

like melanie martínez, i am back from the dead.

i apologize for being gone so long, but i needed a break from tumblr. i saw toxicity swirling in the community, my life got busy, and i decided it was just time for a break. when i was planking to come back, i just saw how things got terrible and i got upset and decided not to come back.

so, im back now and with a little tutorial on how i manifest!!! <3 i hope this can help some of you out.

let’s start with background.

manifesting is kind of like predicting the future. you have something you want to happen, then it happens soon after. i feel like this is the easiest way to get into the manifestation mindset. you cannot change what you’re getting if you want it. could you change your mind later and return it like a package? yes! but before it arrives, you know it’s arrival is coming.

sure, there can be delays, but it all is going to turn out YOUR way in the end.

nile and i have been working on our mindset and this is something they wrote that i think can be really helpful — as it was to me.

from the past two years we have been actively manifesting, we learned that we often saw things as “crazy”. but manifesting isn’t crazy, it’s quite normal.

every time you get dressed in the morning, it’s an act of manifestation. you’re showing up with what you want.

manifestation is a mondane activity!! stop treating it like it was a kiss from an angel!

by reading this, you’re manifesting your eyes working, you’ve used your hands to open an app, and you have believed you can read and get through this blog! without manifesting that, you would not be here.

the first step to manifestation is believing you can do it, believing you have done it, and believing you will continue to do it. period.

there are many MANY different ways to manifest, but i manifest in 3 ways (sometimes i use all three, sometimes i use just 1 or 2.)

!! I ALMOSR FORGOT TO PUT THIS AND IM ADDING IT BEFORE I GET TO NUMBER 2 OMG!!

STOP! BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE I WANT YOU TO GET A NOTEBOOK, A SHEET OF PAPER, OR MAKE A CHECKLIST ON YOUR PHONE IN YOUR NOTES APP!!!

now i want you to write down everything you want right now down and leave the boxes blank if you haven’t gotten them yet.

once you get through that, i want you to randomly click between some of the items you want and write down things you wanted that you did get! they can be some simple and things from years ago, what matters is you have them down. throw in some things that you may have to do for school or work while you’re at it.

here’s an example! (left is before checking off, right is after)

as you can see, i added a note to the side because i got what i wanted and more abundantly! i had been manifesting a dog since i was a young child, and in 2021, i got 2!!!! (one is laying at my feet right now <3)

continue to do this daily, weekly, or whatever you have time for. i personally do this on notion and i try to add something new daily (im adding the heartstopper thing rn!!)

but yeah!! write everything u want down, and continue to add to it, just so u can see progress DOES happen and your work and effort DOES pay off!

affirming and persisting

this id the first way i learned to manifest, and the most self-explanatory.

you simply repeat what you want over and over until you get it! but not in the future tense, in the current or past tense.

ex; “i passed my maths final!”, “im so happy my boyfriend gave me those roses for valentine’s day, he’s so sweet!”, “i finished the essay for english like a week before it was due!” “i got the lead role in my play! im so excited!” etc.

now, the common factor between all of these is having a positive mindset about them. i cannot tell you HOW many times i manifested something would go well, and right before they happened, i got in a shitty mind space and wondered if it would ever happen.

but, nonetheless, i persisted through and i got what i wanted.

the pain have have been feeling cant compare to the joy that is coming. Romans 8:18

persisting is basically pushing through. think about the time you didn’t think you would make it through an injury, a school year, a trial, yet you still walked through it — even if it was slow.

like when work days are long and you want to go home, but you can’t, so you persist.

i try to think of my manifestations as an ultimatum. it’s going to happen, and that’s final. the only thing you have to do to get it is stay conscious.

and staying conscious, walking through those days, is how you get to the end!

i use affirming and persisting with pretty much everything, which is why it was first.

2. listening to subs.

it’s that simple — listen to an audible subliminal that has the results you want over and over!! that’s all i do u guys. here’s my playlist if u want it (IF I DELETE IT CHECK MY PINNED POST!! I UPDATE IT OFTEN)

i often use @stilljuststardust’s subs, slade’s subs, enchanted workshops’ subs and i want it, i got it’s subs!

all of them are trusted and credible. i cannot promise you that all the subs in my playlist will work for you, as they are (sometimes) linked to my personal desires.

3. pinterest manifestation!!

i recommend having either a whole pinterest account or a board set aside for this way of manifestation.

you simply make boards (or sections) for things you want. i would say this is best for physical items, people, looks, makeup, etc. things that re physically tangible, rather than something like reality shifting (although i do have a reality shifting board! it has been working pretty well <3)

i also have one for my mindset, my religion, so on and so forth (link btw)

i think this is pretty self explanatory. just save picture of things you want and quotes/affirmations and DONE!

i also use this sub with it :p it’s worked WONDERSSS!

if you have any other questions i will be happy to answer them!! i love you all!! go manifest!!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Narrative Arc

Narrative arc - also called a “story arc,” a “dramatic arc,” or just an “arc”.

It is a literary term for the path a story follows.

It provides a backbone by providing a clear beginning, middle, and end of the story.

Freytag's Pyramid

The concept of narrative arc as we know it today was created by Gustav Freytag, a German novelist and playwright who closely analyzed ancient Greek writing, along with William Shakespeare’s five-act plays.

As the term suggests, when plotted on paper, a typical narrative arc forms the shape of a hill or pyramid.

5 Classic Elements of a Narrative Arc

A traditional narrative arc has five elements, in the following order:

Exposition. This is the reader’s introduction to the story. The exposition offers background information to prime the audience for the rest of the story, including introducing the main character(s) (the “who”), setting (the “where”), and circumstances or time period (the “when”).

Rising action. This is when conflict begins to ramp up. The rising action usually begins with what’s called an “inciting incident”—the triggering event that puts the main events of the story in motion. This is when the audience starts to see what your story is really about.

Climax. This is the highest point of tension in your storyline, and often the point at which all the different subplots and characters converge. Typically, the climax requires the main character to face the truth or make an important choice.

Falling action. This is what happens as a result of the protagonist’s decision. During the falling action, the conflict gives way to resolution. Loose ends are tied up, and tension begins to dissipate.

Resolution. Also known as a denouement, this is how your story ends. The resolution of a narrative arc isn’t always happy, but it does close the loop and show how the events of the story have changed the characters and the world around them.

Narrative Arc vs. Plot

Plot - the individual events that make up your story. In other words, the plot is what happens.

Narrative arc - the path or sequence of your plot, and how that series of events creates a flow and progression that keeps the reader engaged at each stage in the story.

Narrative Arc vs. Character Arc

If a narrative arc is the path of the overall story,

a character arc is the path a specific character takes during that story.

The story arc is external, and happens to all of the characters,

while a character arc is internal, and happens to one person.

A character arc usually involves a character overcoming an obstacle and changing the way they see the world.

When the narrative arc begins its descent down the pyramid into the falling action and resolution, the character arc has its moment to shine.

This is when a character experiences a turning point by asking for help, learning a new skill, making a critical choice, and/or becoming more self-aware.

Typically, only major characters have character arcs, though minor characters can undergo this type of character development as well.

Create a Narrative Arc in 4 Easy Steps

Here are some writing tips for building a narrative arc in your own writing:

Choose an archetypal narrative arc. Think about the story you want to tell. Is the main character overcoming an obstacle? Going on a quest? Experiencing a rebirth? You don’t have to follow any one example to the letter, but writing with an archetypal narrative arc in mind can be a huge help.

Identify your beginning, middle, and end. Who are the main characters? What are they doing? When are they doing it? Where are they doing it? Why are they doing it? And, most importantly: What is all of that building toward?

Plug your events into a narrative arc. Creating a visual diagram of your chosen narrative arc, then add the events of your story along that arc. Seeing a quick overview of your story on a page makes it easier to identify problems and fill any gaps. For instance, if you have a lot of events clustered in your “exposition” stage, you may want to cut some of them out or reimagine them as new developments in the rising action.

Adjust as needed. Of course, there’s no hard and fast rule that you have to stick to Freytag’s traditional narrative arc. Every story is different: some are heavier on exposition, while others draw out the rising action. Give yourself the freedom to be flexible and see where your unique story goes.

The next time you sit down to write, consider drawing up a quick narrative arc. It’s a useful tool that can help you stay on track if you’re ever unsure of what comes next in your story.

Source ⚜ More: References ⚜ Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ Exposition

[jthealien]

Foreshadowing I’ve Found for THAT Reveal

Spoilers for the Season 1 finale under the cut!!!

HI GUYS HOW ARE WE FEELING WOW

I’ve spent the weeks in between the fast pass release and now rereading and looking for every bit of foreshadowing I could find for B- I mean Nox… being a key. (Or at least key adjacent)

Side Note: I’m playing fast and loose with the definition of foreshadowing here. Some are pretty small details or silly observations, but my list my rules :P

So here it is compiled in a massive (vaguely chronological) list with numbered photos!

Also if there’s anything I missed (I’m sure there is) please add it!!

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1) The literal first scene of the comic is a crescent moon (in a purple background), which we now know is Nox/the villain key’s symbol

2) (Ep. 13) Nox knows “plenty about the keys.” uh yeah I bet you would

3) (Ep. 13) Chase asks if Nox is part of Ex Libris and wants to make the keys more miserable, which seems to make him really upset. It’s understandable, I’d be pretty upset if I was implied to be working with my tormentors to make my own life even worse.

4) (Ep. 13) From the start Nox assumes Chase wants the keys for something selfish. Considering Ex Libris treats the keys like objects, and some of the keys (like Bronze) are pretty weary around people, that’s not an unreasonable assumption. Nox is so accustomed to being used by higher ups for selfish wishes

—This puts his outburst in Ep. 31 in a whole new light, specifically the line about Chase wanting to befriend the keys. He’s so convinced that couldn’t be true because it’s never been true for him.

5) Each of the keys has a specific junk food/snack they like. Silver has cheese, Bronze has peanut butter, Goldie has gummies, and it seems Nox has chocolate :]

6) (Ep. 20) “Every last thing” about the keys is his business in his words

—Guess that includes himself

7) Metals can rust, and Nox isn’t a fan of water (besides baths, but I assume that’s because he can control when he goes in and for how long)

8) When you stick a key in a book, they automatically know the story (as said by Bronze in Ep. 21). This explains why Nox seems to know a book’s plot no matter what

9) (Ep. 28) He says that the keys can take advantage of “certain loopholes.” In that moment, this is a reference to what characters a key can use for their role. But it could also be a nod to how keys can technically use other keys to enter stories. He’d know that since it’s what he’s been doing this whole time.

10) In the infamous “They feed you, right?” scene (Ep. 29), we’ve always kind of assumed that — yeah — Ex Libris just doesn’t feed him often. But in this scene, Chase ALSO says “keep you locked up.” I have a feeling that’s actually what Buddy got upset about. Ex Libris probably did keep him locked up as a key, which has to be really traumatic considering his severe claustrophobia.

11) (Ep. 31) Nox assumes Chase’s wish is just as “self-serving” as his is, which we now know is to be human again.

—(Nox actually projects a lot of his own feelings onto Chase, I’ll talk about that some other time though.)

—Referring back to number 5, during this whole confrontation, Nox is convinced that Chase only wants Narratonin for a wish. As a key, of course he’d think that, because that’s all that the humans usually around him want.

12) ”Nobody should have to accept being the villain if they’re trying their best not to be.” (Ep. 30) and “I get it, you’re the villain around here…” (Ep. 32)

—He literally IS the villain

—(Also I didn’t have room to include it, but Nox gets a really sad look on his face after Chase says that last line. yikes..)

13) (Ep. 32) In response to Chase talking about trusting humans, Nox says “them.” He could’ve said something like ‘people’ or ‘anyone,’ but his wording here implies that he sees human beings as separate from himself.

14) The crescent moon necklace on his outfit in Sick Days, as well as the half-ones on his jacket. If you really think about it you could also count the gemstones near his eyes as representing his gem eyes.

—It’s maybe a little strange that this outfit is the one he decided to make so similar to his key form. But it makes sense considering the previous arc was Beach Boys, where Nox became more trusting of Chase

15) (Ep. 35) He’s never been sick because keys can’t get sick.

16) (Ep. 36) He says “real people” and “person,“ showing again how he might not think of himself as either of those. (See number 13)

17) (Ep. 39) There’s a lock on Nox’s coffin

18) (Ep. 39) I originally thought it was the lighting but nope, his ear is literally gray! Also his hair here is less spiky at the ends, like how it is in his key form

19) (Ep. 39) He looks surprised by his reflection, because he’s only used to seeing his human form while in the books.

—In fact, since you can’t see yourself in the book mirrors, when’s the last time he saw himself as a human?

20) (Ep. 39) The broken key-ring looking thing around his neck

21) (Ep. 49) “Good, that means I’m taller than someone for once.” if only you knew, Chase..

22) The entirety of Ep. 50 confirming that keys can go into books

23) (Ep. 53) He gets really pissy over the idea of his teeth being “baby”. Might be carry over from his grudge against being like 5 inches tall in reality

24) (Ep. 53) His claustrophobia could stem from being stuck in his key form and being put in a box for weeks or months at a time.

—He keeps repeating that he just needs to “wait it out” and “it’s fine” because that’s all he could do and think as a key

25) (Ep. 54) “That moon is too close” following the scene where Buddy decides to lower his guard and work on his harmful behaviors. We now know the symbol of the villain key is the moon, so it could be Nox trying to distance himself from his role as the villain.

26) (Ep. 55) The crescent moon on Bad Cat’s lapel

27) (Ep. 56) “Some people are very good at disguising their true nature” in reference to Nox. It’s quite literal, in this case.

28) All the characters’ eyes are drawn in a very specific way, no matter their color (black shading taking up half the iris, the white shine). Every character except Nox, that is.

—Well, every character except Nox and the key’s human forms. I always thought it was meant to make him seem more intimidating (which it Does), but it really might be a byproduct of being a key. The queen in Friends and Family (Ep. 56) almost has Nox’s exact eye color, and her eyes are still colored in the usual way. So it’s definitely more than a stylistic choice.

—Makes me wonder what Nox looked like pre-key form. ..Did he still have his bright blue high beams..

29) Dreams by Day is about a key having a dream/flashback, and Dreams by Night is.. also about a key having a dream/flashback

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And that’s all I have for now!! I’m absolutely going to find something else the millisecond I post this but like u said please add anything you notice.