#probably definitely need to uhhhhh do something else

[corseque]

DA4 critical hater time

To me, the prison of regret is one of the weakest and least thoughtful thematic things I’ve ever experienced to the point where I get upset thinking about it. That feeling where you’re so thrown out of the story and every sentence of explanation sends me hurtling further away from the space station because it just brings up some new stupid, unexplored, shallow, or unsuccessful detail. Literally fucking hate and derailed by every tiny detail at every step, just leaning on the door jam and glaring. I can’t even be coherent about it because it would take such a long-ass essay to break it down and I have this looming sense of my own mortality and finite time. It’s just fucking stupid and also insulting and that’s kind of where I’m at

[gakukitty]

got an idea ! could u write something with natsuki getting intimate with his gf but everytime they try to, mafuyu interrupts them

— COCKBLOCK ? x natsuki seba

summary . mafuyu’s a sweet kid— but should probably learn to just stay in his room for a little while.

wc . 1.3k

cw . VERY SUGGESTIVE MDNI , ummmm mafuyu described as ‘little’ because he’s my son idk if that’s important , FEM! READER !!!!!! uhhhhh idk what else

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note : wrote this late at night again instead of doing work :p

natsuki has spent the last few days planning this— and it’s all going according to plan. his warm hands trail down your sides, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers sweet words and praises to you. he kisses the side of your neck softly, fingers slipping down to the edge of your pants.

he’s been wanting to do this for months now. you’re his girlfriend; of course he wants to get intimate! how can he not? you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world, and he really can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s with you. he shifts closer, lips curving into a slight grin.

“right here?” he muses, toying with the waistband of your pants. he presses another kiss to your neck, humming at the sound that escapes you. so cute.

“or maybe—“ natsuki’s voice is cut off by the sound of a door opening. he grunts as you shove him away, feet lifting to kick at him in both embarrassment and mild annoyance at being disrupted. he clicks his tongue, a hand reaching to grab your ankle as he turns his head to the door— ready to glare at whoever had the nerve to ruin his opportunity to finally get in his girlfriend’s pants.

natsuki’s just a little surprised to find his brother— who has most definitely not announced himself before visiting—standing there, hand clutching onto the door handle and if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you’re sure his jaw would be dropped.

“you disgust me.” mafuyu scoffs under his breath, eyes narrowing. he’s not dumb, but he almost wishes he was after walking in on.. whatever this is.

you stare back at the younger boy, and you are absolutely 100 percent sure that you just want to melt into a puddle on the spot. natsuki just rubs your ankle gently— a poor attempt at soothing you. it has the opposite effect, instead making you flinch away from him and get off of the bed. poor natsuki just sighs in defeat as you practically rush out of the bedroom.

“you guys, uh.. could have continued..?” mafuyu trails off, glancing back at you. though, his words do little to soothe the embarrassment slapping your face repeatedly and ringing through your ears like some sort of annoying alarm. natsuki looks back at his brother, raising a questioning eyebrow at the younger boy.

“what is it?” he asks, sitting up straight. he hopes that this is something important—

“can i have some money?”

“get out.”

after that incident, it seems that you’ve become a little more shy than before. natsuki has to be very careful with his approach, he needs to set the right mood and definitely has to make sure that he’s gentle.

so, here you two are— cuddled up on the couch and watching some sort of horror movie. he’s not exactly interested, but he does smile slightly at the little sounds that escape your lips at a particularly scary scene.

natsuki presses his nose gently against the side of your neck, kissing the skin there softly. his hand slowly moves to your thigh, lightly squeezing the flesh.

you glance over to your boyfriend, who’s acting completley oblivious. you’re a little nervous— how can you not be with the way he’s touching you right now? even with the warmth growing on your cheeks, you move with a slight shift, getting a little closer to the man beside you. he lets out a quiet hum, his teeth grazing over the skin of your neck. at this point, the movie you both had been watching is just background noise.

and natsuki wouldn’t have it any other day. you’re all his for tonight— little mafuyu is probably out somehwere else— and he’s got all the time in the world to finally reach second base with you. he moves a little closer, taking care to be gentle. he knows that you’re still just a little shaken up by before— he’d say that he feels the same, but it honestly didn’t affect him that much. it was just one time— mafuyu will forget about it, right?

“what’re you watching?” a voice causes natsuki to pause his movements— and elicits a slight yelp to leave you. your boyfriend just kisses your cheek softly, a sigh escaping his lips as he turns to face, you guessed it, young mafuyu.

“the first scream movie.” natsuki answers, hand caressing your thigh gently. you just give the younger brother a small smile, your heart beating a million times per second. this is so embarrassing— the second time you’ve been interrupted! maybe it’s just not meant to happen.

“nice.” he hums, sitting down on the couch beside his brother.

and with that, the three of you spend the rest of your night watching movies. while it wasn’t really how you had expected for things to go— you can’t complain. mafuyu’s a good kid.

the next time, natsuki is determined. he’s got locks and chains on hand, ready to keep the door shut so no younger brothers can just waltz in and cockblock him.

natsuki’s got you under him, just like he’s been practically dreaming of. his hand gently cups your cheek, gaze meeting with yours. perfect. this is all so perfect. maybe the chains are a little out of place, though.

but he pays no mind to them when he leans down, kissing your lips sweetly. his hand trails down to the neckline of your shirt, gently tugging it down a little. with how close the both of you are, he’s sure you can feel the way he stiffens in his pants.

he pulls away after a moment to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your jaw.. until he’s eventually trailing kisses down to your chest. his hand slips under the fabric, fingers moving up and ready to unclasp your bra. this is exactly how he’s wanted it to be— even if he feels like he’s being a little bit more demanding. he can’t help it! natsuki has been trying to have this moment for so long now!

that’s why he thinks he’s about to pop a vein when his phone rings. with a quiet sigh, he reaches out to grab the offending object. mafuyu— of course. he gives you an apologetic look, moving to lay beside you as he answers the call. what type of brother would he be if he were to decline it? even with the absolute need he feels for you, he can’t just ignore his younger brother.

“yes?” natsuki hums, lifting a free hand to lightly tousle your hair.

after a week of these stupid incidents happening, natsuki thinks that he’s going to go insane. his cock is terribly hard, and he’s just slightly on edge. he wants nothing more than to just have his way with you, finally, after all this time.

so, it’s safe to say that the man is more than delighted when he can finally catch you alone. mafuyu is with some girl— hopefully she’s enough to entertain him for an hour. or two. or three— just how much time is natsuki going to take with this? he doesn’t know, but he’s already looking forward to it.

“(name),” his voice is as nice as ever when he calls out for you. he walks over to your form— you’re sprawled out on your bed, scrolling through your phone. “sweetheart.” natsuki hums, getting into bed beside you. his hand trails down your arm, eventually reaching your free hand where he intertwines your fingers. he almost feels bad for being so direct.

but honestly; he really can’t hold himself back anymore now that he’s finally got his chance ! goodbye, self-restraint— and hello, feral bf! seba.

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[aspenthewriter]

hi! i was wondering if you could do some making out with velvet and a fem reader whenever you have the time? no rush or anything thank you!

mmm yummy make out sessions >:)

thanks for the request anon! ^^

Fandom: trolls 3/ Band together

warnings: slightly suggestive, fluff, making out, uhh idk what else

pairing: velvet x fem! Reader

It was a normal day working for velvet and veneer, you where their manager after all. You pretty much did everything for them… but something nobody knew was, you and velvet were dating… you wanted to keep it secret… well because:

Paparazzi would be crazy, asking more questions that you guy probably wouldn't be comfortable with.

The fans… OMG the fans- do i really have to explain? Mount rageous would really live up to its name- 

Anyways, it was about 30 minutes before their next show, velvet told veneer she had to sign something in your office… was really an excuse to hang out with you without showing veneer you guys where dating… also.. She really wanted to kiss you… she and you have been busy all day! You guys barely got to talk to each other or hug, or well do anything!

She wanted some love from you, so thats what she was going to get. She walked towards your office before knocking in a rhythmic beat, you immediately know who it was,

“Come in!” you said loud enough for velvet to hear, she opened the door with a big smile and walked over to you before hugging you.

“Someones clingy today?” “oh shush…” velvet said mumbling into your neck as she gave feather light kisses along the base of your neck. The familiar sent of vanilla and coconut filled your senses as you hugged her back.

She gave you a couple kisses on your cheek.. But she wanted more, so she pulled back slightly before giving you desperate little kisses on your oh so beautiful pink tinted lips. Once you kissed back she slightly pinned you against your desk and slightly tilted her head to deepen the kiss, you opened your mouth slightly moaning into the kiss, she took the opportunity to dip her tongue into your mouth.

Your tongues locked as the kiss got more heated, your bodies where pressed up against each other as you kissed with such passion. The make out session was cut short as you hear a knock at the door, veneer opened to door “hey velvet, we got like 5 minutes before show time are you almo- uhhhhh…” her purple lipstick was smudged and all over your lips… velvet still pinning you against your desk… “VENEER!! GET OUT!” Velvet screamed at veneer, and he backed up hand in the air in defense before he put his hands back down to close your office door. Velvet looked back at you before giving you another kiss on the forehead and then leaving. “Meet me in my dressing room after the show. We need to continue our little “conversation”.” she said winking at you before closing the door.

You where definitely in for a treat after the show.. Specifically a purple lipstick covered treat…

Sorry it’s so short 😭😭 I was lowkey rushing cause it’s so late brooo-

anyways love you guys :3

-Aspen Out!

[bnjheartless]

thoughts on each characters specific powers???

Uhhhhh....

Heartless: would it hurt to be bitten bya ghoul? Does the new one just. Appear? Don't get me wrong, the ghoul is hella cool and I'd love to have one of my own (maybe in plush form?) The fear of having a ghoul just yeeted at you as you're trying to fight is hilarious, too.

Alchemy: as a trans person I envy them. I envy them a lot. Plus, imagine the 10/10 coaplays. Bored of your clothes? Change them in like 2 seconds. Alchemy vs. Lance power-wise is also something to think about, because unless they have to touch an object to change it, they could probably turn all of Lance's weapons to chucks of wood and metal. That would still work if it WAS touch-based, but they'd run the risk of getting hurt.

Flint: it's something that could be considered boring. It's just fire. Until you learn the way he uses it so creatively. The compass moves that I can't remember the name of at the moment are my favorites. I can't wait to hopefully learn the other firey moves he has, but also how he fights with them, because he gives off pacifist vibes and fire is defo a kill worthy power if used wrong.

Eira: Eira has the coolest moveset that I always see when listening to music (specifically a rock cover of Mercy, highly recommend.) I think about lot about when he has a grip on his magic, Eira could make a mini collesium, or how he could run up an ice mountain thing while in the process of making it. That or he snowboard on it. That's also really cool, in my opinion. Also, the thoughts of "twisted fate" for the main cast come back at least once per week and- ice sculpture Eira but IT'S NOT A SCULPTURE.

Doppel & Glass: Of course, the concept of just eternally being able to duplicate items is way overpowered. My headcanon is whenever mirrored, both items decrease in size (and one of them is flipped, same goes for when they split) i feel like the magic mirrors get a little overlooked (at least, I overlook them sometimes) it's an amazing defensive and offensive move, to just send an attack the direction that it came. On top of that, the possibility of Glass entering reflections as a defense or stealth move is amazing. I'd abuse that so much if i could do it (i just hope he doesn't get his feelings hurt by hiding and hearing something)

River: her magic is so abstract to me. Honestly, I want to think about it, but it's definitely the one I know about the least. I defo think the way she can essentially "Amp It Up" Everyone else sounds amazing, but then that leads me back to thinking of other characters' magic. But one thing I like the thought of is her turning off gravity for about 30 seconds.

Alastor: Another one that feels too abstract for me. The draining others but also draining himself only makes me think one thing: where does the magic go? No way it just poofs out of existence like that. (I remember the void stuff, but I never think about it, and also his arm is rainbow just saying)

Lorelei: her curse scares the shit out of me and makes me thank the world that she's not real and can't hurt me. Less of a magic thing, but after using her curse a bit too much, her neck could probably turn to match Alastor's arm a little bit. The only thing I can really say is she's scary.

Diana: aimbot. I barely think about it, and the only thing I really do think about is "what if she just chooses to shoot someone in the heart and kill them immediately? oh no"

Lance: i think he keeps his lunchbox in the hoard. That and probably everything else he owns. But can he put a person in it? Can he go in it? (Probably not but it's a thought)

Bandy: its such a handy bandy curse to have tbh. Especially if you're me, and you leave all your stuff on the opposite side of your room. But also: couldn't he just sway things with air molecules? I guess that seems a little overpowered but i really need to know bro

Dock: straight up never think about him I'm sorry when I do i get scared that he can straight up murder the cast

Krome: something I'd probably use on a daily basis so that I can draw all day. I also saw a comment about him using his magic for entertainment, like making the mannequins dance for making a little kid happy and yes girlypop go do that. Also the making energy pass through his body concept is so coolness and imagine he uses that to train some dude and then kicks him

Magic interactions because I can

Heartless & Diana: what if Diana DID shoot Heartless in the heart that he doesn't have and just. They stand there and stare at each other.

Flint & Eira: Eira frosting over Flint's flames because it's "getting in his way." But Flint melting Eira's ice because it makes it "harder to fight" and they can't collaborate at first. (But later, steam screen, anyone?)

Heartless & Alastor: Heartless has to hope he threw a ghoul hard enough at Alastor so that it hits him before it's drained. Alastor has to race against the clock to drain all of the ghoul's magic away before it hits him.

D/G & Lorelei: The boys' move to reflect attacks with magic mirrors, but Lorelei's move to shatter Glass is a fun match up, defo think about it way too much i just hope she doesn't shatter glass

That's All, My Hands Hurt, Thank You, And Have A Nice Day

[kumakuma-circus]

p4g party member ranking

cuz i'm bored and insane about this video game. yes i know my opinions are weird i am. slightly bad at persona and it's the only jrpg i've played- also forewarning that this is definitely heavily subjective and shouldn't be taken as objective fact, certain characters are going to be better for certain peoples' playstyles, this is just my ranking based on my playstyle.

(yu and rise are excluded due to being special for lack of a better term. if included then yu would be #1 since being a wild card lets him cover any niche, and rise would be #2 due to her navigator skills)

#6. chie: chie isn't BAD, necessarily, i do like using her quite a bit, in all honesty. but both of her niches are covered better by other party members - kanji gets better phys skills and teddie gets better ice skills. i think there are specific cases she can be useful, but the further you get, the more few and far between those cases get, unfortunately.

#5. kanji: kanji was one of my go-to party members my first playthrough, but i honestly don't think he's THAT great in battle. like chie, he's not BAD, but phys skills are covered by literally every other party member except yukiko, and i unfortunately don't think his elec skills make up for it since his magic's so bad. though i would probably keep him in the party until naoto joins personally because he IS still good to have.

#4. yukiko: yukiko is a VERY good party member. divine grace from her social link makes her a really invaluable healer earlier on, and her magic's really high, so her fire skills are also really good. if you need two dedicated healers in battle then she continues to be good later game, but i personally think teddie's the better healer.

#3. yosuke: yosuke has a very unique niche that none of the rest of the investigation team covers, being a general supporter with buffs for party members and debuffs/ailment inflicting moves for enemies. wind is a really good element to have covered on top of this, and it can always be nice to have some extra healing (yosuke should never be your only healer though).

#2. teddie: i swear i'm not just biased. teddie's honestly a better yukiko in like every way - strong magic user who's a great healer, but unlike yukiko, he actually has pretty sufficient strength, alongside getting phys skills and buffs. ice coverage is great and his magic's amazing. also junes bomber is the best co-op attack (<- that take IS just me being biased. hanabros ily <3).

#1. naoto: my goat. naoto is so fucking good - they have amazing coverage, with their social link and bike ride skills they can have literally EVERY element covered. that's not really necessary, though - instakills are already really valuable for coverage, and they're the only party member with almighty skills, which are great for dealing damage that will almost always be neutral, and also for taking out golden hands. the coverage is a nice bonus, and in a lot of cases kind of just makes them another yu. i don't think they knew how to balance them because dear GOD naoto is honestly overpowered-

i feel like i should add something else. uhhhhh if you liked this post then. like subscribe comment hit the bell leave five stars. yea. 💥

[steeltwigz]

tacomarsh fic wip inspired by uhhhhh. that one by sage SORRY SORRY i forgot the title... :( 1700 words, give or take. not proofread.

Throbbing pain was the first thing Taco felt as she woke up, slowly, groggily. A headache. Perfect. It was the kind that rose through her sinuses, up into her forehead, beating against her skull like a death march. She was sick. She was definitely sick. It was the last thing she needed, considering how the mansion was still only half-built, most rooms in the west wing being more akin to the skeletal ribcage of some wooden titan than a home. It must have been the cold, Tco figured. Or all the sawdust that seemed to float permanently though the air. She took a long sigh, rubbing her eyes and scowling distastefully at the scent of wood shavings. Then she caught something- something in the air, warm and sweet- breakfast. Taco’s stomach growled suddenly, despite herself. She usually wasn’t around when the others all ate together, preferring to wait for the others to have their fill or take her portion back to some isolated corner of the yard and eat it while sitting on the floor like some cryptid. She wasn’t used to being near so many people still, and especially not when most of them didn’t even know what manners were, much less how to exercise them. Her stomach growled again and she ruefully wrapped her arms around herself. Still, she listened closely, letting some time pass. Beside the distant sound of someone, presumably Marshmallow, alone in the kitchen, the house was still. No one else had woken up yet. Taco glanced around her sleeping quarters- the recently constructed library. From the far corner of the room, shielded from view by Microphone and Soap, she had a pretty good vantage point of the full area. The shelves were barren, mostly holding tools and extra pillows. Nothing was out of place, and no one had moved. She took her chance and rose, dropping her blanket by her side and onto a softly-snoring Mic, carefully stepping around sleeping forms until she was able to slip seamlessly out into the hall. 

The first thing that hit her was a sudden rush of cool air. Even in the morning, the mansion was dreadfully cold, somehow trapping even the smallest breeze in it’s walls and holding the chill for hours beyond its intended lifespan. Most contestants complained, not that Marshmallow could really do anything about it. Taco grit her teeth. The disrespect was agonizing, what did they want Marshmallow to do about it? She couldn’t instantly build a new wall, and she was already strung up enough as it was, what with cooking for everyone, sketching out floor-plans, giving out tasks and making sure everyone had somewhere to sleep. And the mansion floor was still leagues better than the forest. The blankets were old and cheap, but warm, especially with having to share a few rooms between the whole group. She shook her head- it wasn’t her problem. And it wasn’t like Marshmallow didn’t stand up for herself, and her… roommates certainly didn’t hesitate to jump in to protect her either. She wrapped her arms around herself, rounding the main staircase and stepping into the kitchen tucked just behind it. It was one of the first rooms they had rebuilt, so they could at least have warmth and food, and stuck out of the rest of the unfinished home like a beacon. The warmth beckoned to Taco now that she was close enough to feel it, and she pushed through the door silently. Marsh turned slightly but continued her work. She was frying something on the stove and from the smell Taco could tell it was probably pancakes. Marsh hummed. 

“Good morning,” She said, voice soft and light and adoring. Taco pulled out a chair at the small bar, heart leaping for a moment and the unexpected softness- Marsh hadn’t- She couldn’t- Oh. Right... Apple or Bow were always the first ones up, weren’t they? Taco cleared her throat and Marsh jumped a bit, turning fully to face Taco now. She blushed slightly, but smiled all the same. “Oh! Taco, good morning,” her voice dropped into its usual tone, though to be fair it wasn’t much different. Kind of tired, with a forced sweetness Marsh had adapted to keep the peace, before she inevitably kicked everyone out once the mansion was finally itself again. Not that Taco blamed her, she didn’t exactly enjoy the thought of having to live with everyone else either. Still, it left a lingering feeling in her, something painful that she couldn’t quite grasp. She swallowed it down and hummed. 

“Good morning,” She replied. Her voice was low and coarse, from sleepiness or sickness she couldn’t tell. 

“You’re up early,” Marsh said. Her voice was still soft, as if she was afraid of waking anyone else. Taco liked it. It made the moment feel dreamy and personal. She scoffed. 

“Yes, I know, you’re just delighted to see me.” 

Marsh’s shoulders hunched, and she glanced up at the ceiling briefly. It was so cartoonish Taco couldn’t help but smirk. Marsh turned around. “I didn’t mean it like-” She stopped, and shut her mouth with a click. Her eyebrows narrowed and she squinted at Taco. “You look like death.” She said. Taco rolled her eyes. She was sicker than she thought. Great. Her head throbbed again and she adjusted herself, holding her head up slightly. She had her pride to think of, dammit! 

“And I suppose you would be the expert, wouldn’t you?” She leaned her head on her knuckles, propped up by her elbow on the tabletop. Marsh rolled her eyes visibly this time, but snorted all the same. 

“Oh, har har. Just for that you get the burnt ones.” She said, turning back to the stove. She flipped a pancake in the air gracefully, and Taco watched its arc, mouth watering. Her stomach growled again and she huffed, turning her face away. 

“Fine by me…” 

Marsh looked over her shoulder, then sighed softly and pushed a bowl of fruits in front of Taco. She reached into the fridge and pulled out a glass of water, placing that next to the bowl, then turning nonchalantly back to the stove. Taco’s chest fluttered and she took the glass, muttering a quick, awkward “Thanks, dear,” before taking a sip. 

“Don’t mention it,” Marsh said, still facing the stove. Taco hummed, popping a few berries in her mouth. They were a bit tart if she was being honest, but they exploded in her mouth satisfyingly and she had to restrain herself from scarfing the rest down like a hungry wolf. They coexisted in silence, the only noise pancakes sizzling and Taco occasionally placing the glass on the table. Taco traced the lip of the glass with her finger, lost in thought. She inhaled softly after a moment, and Marsh turned slightly to acknowledge her. 

“Is it…usually like this? Peaceful, serene…” 

Marsh’s shoulders twitched and she inhaled, then huffed a laugh. “Oh, barely.” She said, voice amused and lilted with care and admiration. She fidgeted with the pan handle and sighed. “But it’s nice. It’s really, really nice.” Her voice trailed off wistfully. She turned then, facing Taco, and nodded slightly. “So uh- thanks. For helping rebuild. I know it probably seems silly to the rest of you, especially since none of you really know this place when it’s…” She waved her hand in the air, extrapolating. She pursed her lips, then sighed, failing. “Normal,” she settled on. Taco understood what she meant anyway. “But it really is my home. This place means the world to me, and even if our histories are… mixed up, there is nothing I could do to show just how much I appreciate you all for this.” She smiled at Taco, small and genuine. Taco noticed that her cheeks dimpled and felt herself flush, turning away at the sheer breadth of Marsh’s admission. She shrugged her shoulder, leaning back to assume some kind of cool exterior. 

“Don’t mention it…” She muttered. 

“Oh! But I guess maybe this could help.” She moved to throw open random cabinets, digging through jars and random boxes, before pulling out a small pill bottle and shaking one out, placing it in front of Taco. An ibuprofen. Taco sighed dramatically. 

“Yes, thank you!” She popped it into her mouth and swallowed it dry, making Marshmallow’s brows shoot up. 

“Taco!” She said, voice amazed, amused, and horrified. Taco took Marshmallow’s hands into her own and gripped them tightly. 

“Thank youuuu…” She said. Marsh flushed, then snorted before full out laughing. It made Taco’s head pound again, but her heart soared and she watched attentively. 

“Okay, okay! I get it, seriously! If you need help, you can just ask. It’s nothing. I don’t mind.” 

Taco swallowed and turned away. She let Marsh’s hands go, and waved her own nonchalantly. “Oh, please. You’re the one who needs help here! This place is… is apocalyptic!” 

Marsh squeaked. It made Taco turn, right as Marsh’s cheeks started to get flushed. Embarrassed? Shit… Taco hadn’t meant to offend her! Marsh just covered her cheek with her hand and rolled her eyes, swatting the air with her other hand. 

“Oh, please, it’s not that bad.” 

Taco snorted. Not one to know when to quit, she doubled-down only slightly sweating. “Darling, please. Delusions aside, this place is catastrophic! It’s a miracle we even have a working kitchen and electricity.” 

Marsh huffed and turned away, now properly offended, Taco guessed. Even still, she was blushing and Taco admired the way it looked, despite guilt fighting her. This was how it was supposed to be- admiring from the sidelines, but never in the picture! It was familiar. The thought was a little comforting, at least. A plate slid in front of her, breaking her out of her thoughts. It was a stack of pancakes, one slightly charred, but the others perfectly cooked. Marsh huffed anyways. 

“Told you! Burnt. Just for you. Hah.” 

Taco couldn’t help but smile and snort, rolling her eyes. “Okay, yes, burnt. Woe is me. I should have learned my lesson… Drats.” 

Marshmallow nodded and sat down on a stool across from Taco. They sat in silence, Marsh stealing a few leftover berries as Taco ate her pancakes. The burnt part wasn’t even that bad, thought she didn’t tell Marshmallow. She hummed in satisfaction, swallowing. 

[asteria7fics]

I have no clue how this works but uhhhhh mayybeeeeee butters (or butters when he’s professor chaos) uhhhhh

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

💝 A headcanon about their love language

💔 An angsty headcanon

👗 A headcanon about their clothes

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

🥇 A headcanon about what they’re best at

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

😬 A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

😶 A random headcanon!

(Yes I had to copy paste it to remember the emojis) I don’t think I read the reblog correctly so idk if I’m allowed to have this many😨😨 you don’t have to do them if u dont want but I would love to learn more abt your butters headcanon for ur fic (specifically for ewily if I remember the acronym correctly)

RAHHHHHH -😨

AAAH BUTTERS!!! MY BOY!!!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡

I’ll do my best to cover all of these!! I never get to blab about the boy with a heart full of magic!!!

Barely spoilers for the chapter 9 of EWILY under the cut, and a couple of other small details I do include in the fic but aren’t really super plot relevant.

👻 - A silly one to start with, but I think he’s a little bit afraid of the dark. I’m gonna probably say this a lot, but after some of the shit that’s happened to him in the context of canon, he gets really uncomfortable being left completely alone in pitch darkness. Oh! And of course he’s always afraid of doing something wrong and getting grounded!

💝- Words of affirmation. I won’t go into any greater detail, but it will all make sense soon enough ehehehe

💔- I personally think Butters struggles a lot with the fact that he doesn’t quite fit in with the other boys. They’re all pretty abrasive towards him still, and he’s really not cool enough to fit in with most of them. He doesn’t show it, but his insistence on still ‘playing superheroes’ with Kenny is kind of a greater symptom of this insecurity. I imagine he was very excited to be included when Stan got Crimson Dawn back together as they got older, probably late middle school or so.

👗- Wears whatever his mom picks out for him, which is why he’s such an über dork. Lots of lumpy sweaters with dress slacks and straight leg jeans that are all a little too short on his long ass legs, meaning his socks are always showing so they have to coordinate with his outfit, too. And of course, he owns an impressive collection of button up shirts and sweater vests.

🔪- Butters is not a fighter, but he’s certainly had lots of violence enacted on him. Bullied pretty bad as a kid, on top of (tw for child abuse) his father’s liberal use of physical punishments. These are all pretty much canon though, so suffice to say I personally think Butters CAN fight if he needs to, he just generally chooses not to. (This is where the Professor Chaos headcanons come in hehe)

🌟- He wants to be happy, above all else. It doesn’t really matter what it is that will get him there, he just wants to experience the joys of living without worrying about the consequences for once in his silly little life. Aah, now I’ve gone and made myself sad!

🥇- Canonically Butters is good at a ton of stuff! He’s such a highly creative person with a massive imagination, and though The Poop That Took a Pee is a horrible example, I think he’d actually be a really good fiction writer! Hm, maybe that’s something I should explore more.

🎭 - Everything, all the time. Naw, I’m being hyperbolic, though he definitely tells white lies to his parents to avoid getting in trouble. I think he’s also very dishonest when things upset him, at least when people like Stan, Kyle or Cartman hurt his feelings. He knows better than to show weakness around those assholes! (Sometimes RIP)

🖕- I actually think Butters’ anger is under appreciated! He’s an angry little guy when he wants to be, and while I think he’s quick to anger when something finally does irritate him enough, he’s also very quick to cool back down. He doesn’t really hold grudges, though he makes a few exceptions.

😬 - AHAHAAHAH!!! Where do I even begin?? Butters does worse things in canon than pretty much anything I’ll ever have him do, though I would argue that inadvertently inspiring his entire class to wage a war over him wasn’t, uh, great. Oh, and shooting that guy in the dick, I guess.

😭 - Again, where do I begin?? I think the trauma he’s experienced in canon sort of speaks for itself, though I also think that though maybe he didn’t get anything quite as bad in the Asteria-verse, the bullying he withstood affected him more than he would be willing to admit. Poor child, can someone please get him a therapist?

😶 - Butters’ eternal sunshine, happy boy disposition is at least partially a front. While he’s naturally an optimist person, and does generally see the good in everyone around him, but he’s not a complete idiot. He acknowledges, again, that he’s not fully accepted by his peers, but chooses to disregard a lot of the things they do to isolate him. As a little boy it was a more honest representation of who he was, but as he’s gotten older (and more hormonal oof) he’s latched onto it as a means of protection, so to speak. The only person who really, truly sees Butters in his most honest form is Kenny.

This was so much fun!!! Thank you for humoring me and sending this, and I hope you enjoyed learning a lil something about the way I portray Butters in my work!! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

[chadsuke]

sasuke with 5, 12, 21, 23 for chara ask game :D

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

this is SO HARD bc usually my sasuke song of the moment is just. whatever song is haunting me. and i adapt that to sasuke in Whatever Way That Must Be. right now the song that is haunting me is what if it doesn't end well by chloe moriondo, but like. probably the beginning by one ok rock it's been on my sasuke/ftcoye playlists literally always. honestly when im writing him i often just... listen to the naruto openings/endings on loop... in which case naruto shippuden opening 19 and naruto shippuden ending 38. yeah. you dont want to know how long i spent on this question the answer is EVERY SONG EVER IS SASUKE IN SOME WAY and if i cant make it sasuke. i prob don't listen to it.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

how can i. sum up with ONE. man. man. first sasuke is non-binary 2 me. when he is not. idk. having a fucking Time Of It he will ponder gender things but in most of canon. well. he is having a Time Of It. he likes his hair being pet. if he does not have Things On His Arms he feels naked doesn't matter what else he's wearing. he definitely thought naruto kissed him on purpose tho thats not. really a headcanon that's canon i just need to always point that out.

he actually quite likes animals and i think he would benefit SO much from an emotional support animal. gives him one. Doesn't like nail polish. he ate so many raw veggies as a child because he was determined to try to Be Healthy but he didn't know how to cook/make a lot so he would just. buy things he could eat raw so he'd just chow down on a fucking cucumber. he has figured out how to do that intimidatingly nowadays. both of his teams find it very funny.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

dealing with his trauma and the fact that he's gotta be touch-starved to an insane extent and everything that's happened in his life that makes him want to rip off his own skin. bc, shockingly, he gets to process jackshit healthily in naruto itself. not that... i think he gets to process healthily in MY writing but thats because like...... theres only so much you can do when ur a child soldier... but i like fucking. dealing with it. also gender things but thats bc i enjoy Gender with every character ever.

uhhhhh i don't. really write things i don't like tbh but i guess i fucking hate writing fights? and sasuke is a hard one to write in fights? general if i don't want 2 write something i. don't.

in OTHER ppl's fics i would say like. virtually everything. i rarely read sasuke-centric fanfics bc i want to reach through the screen and go NO!!!!!!!

23. Favorite picture of this character?

glitter sasuke and sfw sasuke ofc

[the-kr8tor]

I need webshooters 😔 (Hobie sell them to me pretty please with a cherry on top?) it would be so fun to use and make me the laziest person in the world. I’m sitting on the sofa and I need something from the fridge? Just web it closer to me. The remote to far away? Web it closer. Someone annoying me? Web their mouth shut. Please trade with me spider people..you give me web shooters and I’ll give you…uhhhhh lemme think about it (a super rare Pokemon card)

Me too!!! 😔 (Can we share?) Lmao you get me bc I'll also do all those things (fighting crime? What's that?? 😂) You know what other thing I'll do with a webshooter? Swing everywhere, like imagine never using any public transport forever (also no more paying for ubers and their surge prices) bc you've got your trusty webshooter to swing you anywhere. Also imagine web swinging, it looks so fun and exhilarating.

Spiderpeople are canonically nerds so yes, they'll definitely give you a webshooter in exchange for a rare pokemon card 😂 except if it's Hobie, he'll probably want something else lol

[meissashush]

4, 11, 17, 18, 25 <3

I liveeeeeeeeeee

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Good feral or bad feral?

My favorite word ever is susurrus; a hushed sound, a murmur, the rustling of wind. It looks and sounds how it should and it makes my brain purr.

The word I hate the most is turgid. I don't think I need to quantify that, just look at the damn word.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

Honestly? Nope! I don't kill my darlings much at all. I do, however, sometimes set them aside into a different dock to be recycled later. My 'darlings' are phrases and events that I think are fun and cool, so they get to stay because they are fun and cool.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Uhhhhh -shoves my piles of WIP under a rug- What wip? I don't have wip. Haha.... haaaaa

Okay, well let's take a look at one that probably will never get published. Pre-Tears of The Kingdom being released, I was getting out my impatience by throwing Noctis to the wolves. Now I'm well into the new game, and ironically I can still make this fic work, but idk if it will ever evolve beyond what it is--selfish fun writing.

Some excerpts:

The Legend of Lucis Noctis wakes up in the Sheikah Resurrection Pool, completely alone and confused about where he is. There is no Zelda to speak to him, nor does he have a connection to any of the Messengers. The pedestal that held the Sheikah Slate is empty, just a glowing circle with a strange ruin carved into it and a rectangular space. His magic has no interaction with it. The ‘bed’ he had been lying it is entirely dry, as Link had resurrected here, and Noctis was just dumped there by Etro. The air is humid and warm, but Noct doesn’t exactly fancy wandering around the weirdest ruins he has ever seen butt-naked. They definitely aren’t from Solheim, though he couldn’t have placed them if he tried. Ignis would be so disappointed in him. ... Noct slowly tries to get his bearings, not sure where he is or what is going on. He feels like he’s in a sort of stasis as well, his head pounding and sluggish. He wanders down the hill and finds the remains of the Old Man’s fire, as well as the apple tree and a large church. He makes his way towards it, not in the least hopeful because it looks to be in as much disrepair as anything else, but unwilling to risk getting caught out at night when the daemons came out. He wanders past the broken and overgrown fountain and up the stone steps, mildly unnerved by the weird metal statue that sits half in a puddle, covered in rust and moss. ...

Up the stairs towards the Temple (of Time) leaves Noct with a foreboding feeling. There is the metal leg of one of the Guardians sticking half out in the archway and it sets his teeth on edge, but he feels stupid once he realizes it’s another statue. The thing is terrifying, looming over the rubble, but the designs are similar to the Shrine he came out of, and he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. All he knows is that he doesn’t really want to meet the guy who designed them. He decides to skirt around the room and head up the left side, only to see the ‘statues’ frozen where they were climbing up the side of the temple, and Noct decides they _definitely_ aren’t statues. Fuck. He continues into the Temple, bummed to find it mostly torn asunder on the other side, but wanders over to see a few pots. Gladio is in his head, emphasizing the importance of hydration, so he picks one up to see if it might be water tight. Something rattles in it. He tips it over to find a bundle of arrows, which is weird as shit but he’s not complaining. He looks in the next few, finds more arrows and yet another chest, this one with a bow. He’s pretty much convinced he’s either trapped in a video game or in a coma dream, because there is no way anyone would leave around a bunch of chests with ‘loot’ in it. Still, he takes what he can carry and grabs a pot. Before wandering back down to see where the was water that wasn’t full of robot, he eyes the statue at the end of the Temple. After everything he’s gone through back home—did any of that even really happen?—he feels weird not being respectful of obvious religious iconography. His own gods, after all, we really very real. He can’t hope that the ones of this world will turn a blind eye to looting. The statue is way less… detailed, then he’s used to. All rounded edges and winged like a Messenger in the Cosmology. Also the six little ones circling the big one was making him uncomfortable, but he made a show of walking up to the statue and bowing anyway. “Hello, um, statue? Well, the… uh, god, I guess, that this statue depicts. I really hope you won’t mind me taking these. I mean, they’re just laying their otherwise, and I kinda need to be able to defend myself. I’m, uh, also going to take a pot to get some water. I hope that’s okay?” He feels weird and also stupid. The statue feels like it’s smiling at him like an indulgent mother. He takes the lack of smiting to be a yes. ...

He walks down the stone steps, carefully looking for signs of life or danger, and tries to ignore the amount of robot corpses frozen in time around him. If it weren’t for the bird and bugs and breeze, he would have assumed he was frozen in time with them. Instead, the whole thing just feels apocalyptic. The huge fuck-you glowing tower definitely wasn’t helping things. Big, blue, and foreboding. Just like his— Okay, no, that joke didn’t even make sense to him, and he’s the only one around to appreciate it There was also another weird glowy thing a little ways away, also blue, but he felt even less inclined to wander out there. Instead, he walked to the base of the glowing tower. It had a weird grate system along all its edges that he could probably climb, but he wasn’t sure how long that would take, let alone how long it would take him to get back down. Just beyond the tower, he can see what looks like a decrepit stone wall. He walks over the hill, man the breeze is nice here, and towards the wall. As he gets closer, he starts to see a road with lined with flags somewhere in the distance. At the edge, he can the road is full of destroyed buildings, leading towards a broken bridge and off in the distance a mountain with a split down the center. He feels incredibly alone. He walks along the wall, heading right, hoping to find the remains of a guard posting or possibly somewhere that leads off the plateau. He doesn’t want to believe he’s the only person left. As he moves right, he encounters the East Abbey, and, unfortunately, more guardians. It’s the humming noise that alerts him to them at first, having opted to ignore the creepy statues in favor of inspecting the wall. Once he hears it though, he whips his head around, desperate to find the source of the sound. He finds it, blue and red and aiming right at him. Noct warps before he can think. Once, twice, until he’s undercover. He’s breathing heavy, backing away from the robots with his heart in his throat, when he starts the hear the buzzing again. To his left (facing with his back to the east now) is another one. Without thinking, Noct runs.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Ah yes, the hug. As in, the one thing I have given you to survive on while I slooooowly stretch this relationship as thin as it'll get.

Nyx couldn’t pretend the warm tears on his face were the rain, much as he wanted to. He sniffed wetly as they came, unwilling to look at Cor, who must have thought him a child. He felt exhausted, as he always did once the storm finally came, the burn in his hands leaving behind an old, familiar ache. In Galahd, he used to bury himself into his mother’s arms, letting the storm roll around them as the grip of Ramuh’s Temper finally let him loose. He had no shame in his tears back then.  Now? Now there was only shame.

This scene was rewritten TWELVE times. Mostly because Nyx did not want to admit that he was crying. For a while it was just a place holder as

He pulled away from Cor, quickly turning to rub the rough edge of his sleeve over his face like a sniveling child. Cor’s hand was still on his shoulder, firm, but Nyx was desperate to make space between them. To spare Cor the indignity of comforting him.

Nyx is such a drama-queen. He was so much meaner to himself about this before I cut it down. The man needs therapy.

“Cor, I’m sorry, I—” “No.”

This is where Cor having a kid makes him a MUCH better romantic interest. Pre-Rosea Cor probably would have let Nyx continue to pretend he was fine so he could keep his dignity. This Cor? Nah, he knows only one thing and it is Hug.

The fight left him as that firm hand pulled him in, warm arms coming to wrap around and hold him close. Nyx stood, stunned, as Cor hugged him. A broad palm made slow, warm circles on his back as Nyx choked on the tears he couldn’t swallow anymore. The thick embrace of the heavy rain swallowed the noises of the city, and as Nyx relented into his arms, all he could hear was the thundering of his own heart against the steady rhythm of Cor’s. He let his forehead fall to Cor’s damp shoulder, his arms coming up to grip desperately at the man that held him. “It’s okay,” Cor whispered. “I have you.”

This is about as much fluff I can manage before I start to squirm. Naturally I made Nyx reflect this.

Thunder shuddered around them as Nyx relaxed into his embrace. The proud part of him wanted to pull away, to fake bravado and deny himself this humanity as he had done storm after storm in Insomnia, but he didn’t. He burrowed his face into the crook of Cor’s neck, content to ride out the storm in his arms.

And then I made myself swallow that so we could get more hug out of it. You're welcome.

It was warm. Warmer than it had any right being, soaked from the rain as they were. Nyx couldn’t even remember the last time he hugged someone, beyond the barebones slap on the back Lib had given him a few weeks ago at Yamachang’s. He didn’t know how, but life had slowly dissolved into nothing but workday after grinding workday, every moment spent picking up the pieces that monster had left behind and attempting to cobble them back together into a respectable Kingsglaive. To sew himself back together, too, in the wake of his betrayal. They stood for a while, Cor gently murmuring comforting words in his ear as the man continued to soothe his hand against Nyx’s soaked jacket. His face was aching from where it was pressed against the obnoxious epaulettes of Cor’s formal uniform, and Nyx couldn’t help but snicker at the stupidity of their situation. Two of the strongest men in Lucis, soaked to the bone and hugging it out in an abandoned guard post. The press would have a field day.

This last line was actually one of the first I wrote. I was mostly making light of them hugging in the plotting portion of this fic, so its at least a little bit surprising how serious it got. Though, to be fair, the Original also had no hug at all, soooooooooo

“Feeling better?” Cor asked, voice warm and bemused against Nyx’s temple. “Yeah,” Nyx sighed, still unwilling to pull away from Cor’s embrace. “Fuck, I needed that.”

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Tredd is lactose intolerant.

[astrowaffles]

A through Z for the ask game >:]

HI JAMMIE

this is another long one, bear with me!

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Uhhhhh well obviously I'm loving the gojo & megumi father-son shit at the moment, it really heals the depression. ALSO @grungeeuvu (alt. account @grungiiuvu) has gotten me back into MXTX, especially TGCF, so fengqing is top of my romantic ship list at the moment. I keep meaning to write something for them. Whoopsies.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

my jjk moots are going to think i'm insane for this, but itafushi. It did NOT occur to me when I watched the anime, but then someone suggested it to me and then I rewatched with new eyes and ... yeah. itafushi canon.

also kuromikashou. I'm a fan of that now, too.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

the rats are going to absolutely hate this announcement, but ushioi and oikage. Hate them both. oisuga? sure. iwaoi? love it. oihina? don't see it as a long term thing, but don't care. even atsuoi is passable. But both ushioi and oikage really irriate me for zero reason.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

bokuroo. they make total logical sense and they'd be hilarious together, but to me they're besties. sorry guys :(

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

i hear lots of good things about my JNT Rulebook, which is a whole load of crack. Also, for AOT i wrote Chaos Theory, which earned comments like "I had no idea funny fics were possible for this fandom". If you are a long-term aot girlie, I am so sorry for your loss.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Uh, I'm not sure? The first fandom I contributed to was PJO. I was there for maybe two years, and that's probably my record. I'm just over one year on haikyuu now. I'M SORRY I JUST KEEP CHANGING INTERESTS

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

My very first OTP was probably Eadric & Emma from The Frog Princess series. It doesn't really have a fandom but god, I loved those books... OR Ash & Serena from Pokemon. They were good too.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I mainly watch anime at the moment and usually they have more active fandoms, so I'm happy to stay with them. With books, you can never be sure that anyone else has ever read them.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Nope, because I am good at staying away from scary people. #slay

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr.

Supernatural. No explanation needed.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

From Haikyuu, it's got to be Hinata, hasn't it? And he's weirdly underrated, considering he's literally the main character.

From other fandoms, I love Yona from Yona of the Dawn. She goes from literal spoiled princess to some kind of warrior queen, PLUS she gains emotional maturity. May we all grow to be like her.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

You know what, guys? I do think Goshiki's cute. I do understand wanting to put him in your pocket. Personally, I don't, but I totally see it.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Sugawara. He's top tier friend material - chaotic, funny, caring, and would definitely feed into your delulu.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

My main fandom is probably haikyuu, so I wish I saw more of:

Appreciation for the writing!!!

Love for main characters. It sounds weird, but the fandom is full of people who have a pet side character who barely has any lines. This is GOOD, all character deserve appreciation, but can we get some applause for hinata??

Love for rarepairs. This sounds even stranger, considering my last point, but we need to get used to letting people ship whoever the fuck they want. As long as it's legal.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

After a good old shuffle of my 94 hour playlist, I got Bad Romance by lady gaga. This is gonna come out of left field because I've never mentioned this fandom before, but it's sherliam from moriarty the patriot.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I've mentioned this to friends before, but we totally need a TGCF hosptial au. Mu Qing is a surgeon, Feng Xin is a physiotherapist, Xie Lian is either a GP or an anesthesiologist, and Hua Cheng is some random reception guy. Mu Qing is always bullying Feng Xin for not being a 'real doctor'. Hualian are married. you see where I'm going.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Harry Potter, for obvious reasons.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

I would die for Nobara & Itadori & Megumi. They deserved to be happy forever.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon

I wrote whole sections of fanfiction based off my headcanon that Megumi has flat hair like Toji, but he styles it spiky to be like Gojo. I KNOW the canon disproves it. I don't actually care.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Nope, because I am non-confrontational and uncreative.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

I'm going niche on this one - well, more like going into fandoms my followers probably aren't into.

Ayame Sohma, Fruits Basket. Loving brother, perfect example of how to make reparations, and also literally fabulous. And gay.

Ooharano, All Out!. Voice by Ian Sinclair, very good at his sport, hilariously sarcastic. Emotional backstory that was just never mentioned again???

Siatrich Wynknight, The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion. Very funny, likes to be a bit evil for the giggles, thinks it's funny when his younger brother endangers national relations. Gay.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

GUYS I HAVE NO IDEA. I'm probably closest to Bokuto or Kageyama - and that seems odd, because they're different people, but that's how I am.'

Also Gojo. Don't tell my readers I said that.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Exes to Lovers, my beloathed. Hate it so much, I can't even explain why.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS "I KNOW THE PARTS OF YOU THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YOURSELF" MY BELOVED

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

RWBY, ITSV, Demon Slayer.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

I guess I've always been interested in the idea of a true morally grey character, because sometimes there are characters that are described as morally grey, or even evil, when they're actually Just A Guy (*cough* Oikawa *cough*). The only character I can think of is probably Dazai from BSD. Everyone has an opinion and very few of them are correct. There is no way you can say he is a bad person, because many of his issues come from the fact that he is an orphan, raised by the mafia, and someone who took the opportunity to leave when prompted. Also, in his life after the mafia, he made a genuine effort to make good on his promises and fix his life, including saving Atsushi.

HOWEVER, you can't say he's a totally good person. He lived well in the mafia, because he didn't care about killing people and perhaps even enjoyed it, depending on how you view certain scenes. Many people would say that he's still not on anyone's side, he's only on his own side. This is debatable, but it's still there. PLUS you've got his continuation of the cycle of abuse through Akutagawa, and his willingness to pretend to betray his friends in order to get the outcome he wants. Everyone else is just a pawn to him.

I'm still undecided on him, but I'm proud of every fan that says "he's morally grey" rather than cutting it up into black and white. Remember that BSD was written for the stray dogs, not the ones who have lived happily all this time...

Thanks for the ask!

[therollingstonys]

"as I’m sure you’ve picked up on, his mental health is uhhhhh not good lol we’ll see more of that explored in future chapters"

NO?! Bucky's has poor mental health? I had no idea... 😂

Okay, maybe that comes across as insulting but I'm going for sarcastic.

I think Steve and Tony are probably also already aware of that, to some extent. Maybe they don't know yet how badly/deeply it is but they both are not idiots so....

Thank you for writing this and deciding to share it with us. These past few months have not been great because of my stupid car accident and being able to read this weekly is a great joy! It always reminds me that stories are just so important for all of us. Either in fanfic/books/movies/series/art... Whatever medium there is, we do need stories and creativity for sure!

lol no worries I got the sarcasm 😂 and yea, Steve and Tony can definitely see that Bucky struggles, but it’s not for several chapters that they really get the full extent of what he feels and thinks and how he struggles.

When I was writing this story originally I was working full time, doing grad school, an internship and dealing with debilitating back pain, and writing Bucky’s struggles with his mental and physical health felt extremely cathartic to me.

I was able to take my life experiences with financial struggles and food struggles and give them to someone else, make them worse, and then introduce two characters who will be life changing for Bucky—because in many ways I wished that I had found someone the way Bucky has, because having even a moment of relief from the relentless grind is something you think about constantly when you’re in it.

I’m so sorry you’ve been having a hard time, I’ve been in a few car accidents and while they were minor, they can really shake you up! I hope you’re healing well and that in time you’ll be back on your feet!

I’m so glad that this story has been a comfort to you as you rest and recuperate—it makes my heart so full to know something I’ve created has touched your life like this 🥰

[goldensunset]

> name your favorites

there is literally nothing id rather do more i fucking love vocaloid and kikuo is basically number one i put my kikuo playlist on repeat all the time. im a lil fucked up and its cathartic what of it <3 (joke)

(also i am actually studying japanese - i got into vocaloid because of that actually lol - so i instinctively use the japanese names sorry djfjsjf i promise im not trying to be pretentious thats just how i have them saved in my brain)

anyway number one is im a basic bitch with gifted kid burnout and impostor syndrome. i have never related to a song more than i do aishite aishite aishite

number two is probably fukai mori. i just Really Like the ethereal and mystical sound of that one

number three is a straight tie between the two longest ones <3

kara kara kara no kara my beloved eight minute experimental monstrosity you will always be. well duke i guess since aishite and fukai mori have you beat. whatever

and my beloved absolute-mindblowing-experience-with-stereo-headphones anagura-gurashi... ochite ochite ochite youkou yo...... ikenai ikenai samishii samishiiiiiii......... seriously i love how with headphones the two voices come from different ears and the music sounds like its coming from behind you... dont fall in the holeeeee

i have a particular soft spot for kimi ga shinde mo yurushite ageru because of how soft and genuine it sounds. i also like how it can be interpreted several different ways but lbr thats just the joy of kikuo in general lmfao

O LIGHT. o light makes me actively insane. the fucking accordion break amidst a near operatic, desperate song is SOOO fucking good

uhhhhhhhhhhh. clicks over to my playlist. mono wo parapara kowase is a classic. shikabane no odori also.

gomen ne gomen ne is also a Very good song but uh. dear god above. whoof. that one is Rough even by kikuo standards. theres a reason its infamous

i also like yoru no uta its one of the boppier ones while still having kikuos vaguely depressing, mysterious lyrics

i already mentioned i really love mitsukannai but i also adore ii ko to youko lol. the scream at the end is so good

and uhhhhh. his latest one according to his yt at least lol. sono manma. i cant. remember the full title. is also really good

those are the ones i have on my playlist at least i definitely need to listen to more but he makes such good music and has so many songs its a bit overwhelming lol

oh god i talked more abt kikuo than i did majoras mask. jfgjdjf i like music a little bit <3

WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT KAERU NO ODORI. that one makes me insane the continously increasing tempo and percussion combined with the increasing repetitiveness of the lyrics. its soooo good its so good. eieeeen ni eien nii......

SHAKING UR HAND!!! i am also. well all i’m going to say is that kikuo music sounds normal to me and then i take a step back and realize that like oh man this says something about me right. if someone else knew they’d be like man what is going on with you inside your brain. but it IS cathartic. and sometimes i just want something insane to describe a very specific type of nameless emotion

also i like. tbh i alternate between english and japanese titles when referring to these songs LOL. like some are japanese to me and some are english to me simply. but i’m the reverse actually i’m casually studying japanese because of vocaloid! like i don’t watch anime or want to live in japan i just want to daydream about properly translating these lyrics

first i’m gonna respond to the ones you already mentioned <3

nothing wrong with being basic aishite aishite aishite is also my top favorite and the reason i got into kikuo etc etc!!!!. sometimes popular things are popular for good reason!!! i absolutely love the feeling of desperation and insanity in that one y’know? dear people who have co-opted it into a yandere song listen i’m glad you’re having fun but you’re so missing the point there it is about being parented poorly. in any case it’s a banger tho!!

i LOOOOVE kara kara kara no kara fun fact that was one of the first ones i listened to back when first getting into kikuo/vocaloid in general and my initial impression was like ‘ack what is this’ and like it got so intense and fast it like spiked my heart rate which made me uncomfortable. then i revisited it the following year after having had my metaphorical frog boiled and was like ok actually this isn’t that weird at all it’s a wacky banger. again with the like. songs that cover a type of emotion you can’t describe. when kara kara kara no kara hits nothing else does

anagura-gurashi WAOH so fun with the steel drums and the garbled vocals from miku at that one long high note and the just general dark and drowning type vibes… i discovered apparently relatively recently there was like an animation meme going around set to a cover of this song and now i’m like oooh i wanna get in on that… also yasss the panning back and forth and multiple voices. multiple kikuo songs do it and it’s sooo fun

kimi ga shinde mo yurushite ageru yo IS a pleasant sounding one. i may not understand what’s going on there and knowing kikuo it’s surely dark but like. lot of these songs have the vibes of like ‘yes there’s something wretched going on here probably but let’s have fun with it let’s make peace with it’. soshite kimi wa tsuki ni natta is similar in that vibe. dark yet whimsical about it… that’s the secret sauce kikuo tends to deliver. even better when it’s catchy

the vocals on hikari yo are i n c r e d i b l e are we talking about the hanatan version here? i’m like the number one kikuohana fan in the world you don’t understand. for this song in particular like wow the way she just sounds like she’s desperately screaming everything out like begging for help trying to get out of an endless nightmare… how do i get a voice like that dude!!!! love the way the song starts with like a single beat of pause and then instantly goes 🎵AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH🎶 also no kidding!!! when the accordion comes out you know you’re about to hear one of the greatest tracks ever produced. who else uses it like this guy man

mono wo parapara kowase!!! littlejayneycakes’ english cover is not bad actually. what an interesting concept…. being obsessed with destroying the things people love just to mess with them because you have a fixation on like spiritually destroying them, but then they love you, so now you fall under that category, and this destroy yourself… song’s a fun chaotic one too

shikabane no odori is dear to my heart bc like a few years ago before i was even into the vocaloid scene an artist/editor i followed would make video edits of a certain game i liked set to whatever music they liked and they were into kikuo so i first heard a lot of songs from them so i associate them with those awesome edits. honestly that same artist has gotten me into so much lol

gomenne gomenne is like the one thing i’m not brave enough to give a second chance lol. there’s dark and weird stuff and then there’s That. i know i’m stronger now than i was when i first heard it/read the lyrics but like It Was That Bad.™️ its entire own level for my own sanity i closed the vid after i was like halfway through

yoru no uta is fun (depressing undoubtedly) when i’m listening but it isn’t as fun to sing along with bc of how repetitive it is. yoru yoru yoru yoru yoru yoru yoru yoru… the new vid is fun though

i already said but ya those are some of my favorite kikuomiku7s! plus fukai mori no naka de for the reasons mentioned. and yesss absolutely on the fun yell at the end

as it is, as it is, without change (don’t remember the japanese title either lol) i think i’ve only listened to once or twice so i’m not sure

kaeru no odori is such a fun lil silly one hehe

ok so for my favorites (bc this post isn’t long enough right):

1. aishite aishite aishite (already talked about)

2. urami no warutsu. SUCH a banger honestly. like malicious fun ghost revenge plus fairy tale waltz vibes and so incredibly catchyyyy… tooi tooi yoru no hate de…. urami tsuzukeyo aishita hito yo…

3. desert theater. i NEED more people to hear this one it is just stunningly beautiful if i am being so honest. hanatan is PEAK here. the lyrics are like typical kikuo but the background music is unlike anything else he’s ever done and i need more. and the fun time signature…

ok those are the ones i solidly have a ranking for but my next batch of top faves that i didn’t already mention:

• akazukin no ookami- this one is so much edgy funnnnnnn good old i want to be evil hee hee. a very straightforward one conceptually (you are the wolf tricking little red ridinghood)

•ufo- for reasons mentioned it’s so shockingly different from everything else. both genuinely beautiful and relatively low energy and somber compared to the rest of kikuo’s discography. sounds so wistful and homesick and yet whimsical as you’re being whisked away into space… the part where the tempo rapidly speeds up and then slows way down before returning to a steady pace is my favorite. lot of incredible accordion solos in this one

•butaisei nanika/histrionic- oh how badly i need a good english cover of this one there are so many characters and ocs i’d love to work with this song to… another somber banger. yeah man let’s put on masks and play pretend through our sorrows. featuring more incredible accordion and more steel drum like in anagura-gurashi!!!

•nobore! susume! takai tou! - this is the kind of song i’d love to sing with a huge group of people where we like each take turns singing each verse as a solo and then on that recurring refrain we all sing or something

•midwinter’s daughter- too lazy and tired to translate this one into japanese but i just love the like kind of cold yet bright feeling it gives off. another slow melancholy one plus it’s a duet

•i am amazed how underrated lie lie lie is tbh. also the way not even hanatan can sing all that at full speed without needing to desperately gasp in the middle of the chorus there

•wolf boy can be fun

•aisare hibiware kagami no uta is a REALLY fun one especially with the two octave slide up at the end??? when i successfully sing that and hit that note it’s such a good feeling. like this is the kind of thing i’m talking about when i say kikuohana needs more attention

•fukouya no musume is a fun one for like halloween or something. or maybe it was just one of the first spooky ones i heard. the first few seconds sound like a horror movie then it hard cuts to something kinda swanky then hard cuts to silence underneath the vocals aside from like hard piano hits. idk how to explain it but the chorus does this interesting thing where like the melody itself is just jumping between the same two or three notes in rhythm but the backing music changing underneath is what gives the music its rich color

•moon demon is a more recent addition to my playlist i love a good song that kind of sounds like you’re torturing a machine but also slow jamming but evilly

•sea is has some really nice background music to it (it’s not much of a lyrical one) (also yes the title is ‘sea is’) there’s a youtube channel i like that creates instrumental piano covers of lots of voca songs and esp kikuo songs and they have a really lovely one for this one. i may be insane but also gentle piano my beloved. check out bosshogg

ok these are all the ones i’m going to mention JFHXBDJDNDJND i have a lot but a lot are just kind of background noise to me. thank you for rambling about music w me

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some examples

so: translating aitsu as "he" or as "she" is perfectly valid, because, usually, the context makes it clear who the speaker is referring to, and presumably you know the gender of who they are referring to.

the gender is in the context - japanese is a context heavy language! there are probably cases where a translator has gotten it wrong because it was vague enough you couldn't tell. i definitely have had cases of seeing a character say aitsu and going well, hm, the rest of that sentence wasn't clear, so i'm not 100% sure who they're referring to, and since aitsu isn't gendered, i can't really narrow it down by gender.

which is also rough because like, english does in fact need a gender in that pronoun, even if singular they for gender neutral is catching on. who are they talking about? i don't know, and i also don't know the gender, because aitsu itself does not give me gender, so do i use he or she or they? you don't always know!

in fact, there's a good chance - THOUGH I AM NOT CHECKING, SO DON'T QUOTE ME ON THIS, - the reason that ffxiv nael has that "oh shit, that's a woman, uhhhhh, she stole her brother's name when he died" problem is that the gender was not clear to the english localizers in 1.0 (because, famously, japanese does not have gendered pronouns!), so when they got to 2.0 and coils they had to go oh, fuck, oh that's a woman model. uhhhhhh here let's add in some lore to rationalize our mistake.

it is in fact possible to translate aitsu wrong re the gender, because aitsu itself does not have gender, so it's up to the translator/localizer to figure out the context and that's SO HARD. sometimes. you know?

that said: here's an example where the context is ESPECIALLY clear who is being talked about, so it's very easy to translate, and there's literally no way the translator could have gotten it wrong:

Sora: あいつにあやまらなきゃ English: I have to apologize to her. English, localized: I really let her down...

you may be wondering "hang on, how is this obvious? you JUST said aitsu is gender neutral, and that inferring who Sora is referring to by using aitsu could be difficult, if there's no context!"

but let's look at JUST the context in this screenshot. he's holding Namine's good luck charm. also, this is Chain of Memories, the game in which Sora's memories are actively being rewritten to make Namine his Most Important Person. Pretty safe bet that he's talking about Namine.

Just to be sure, let's rewind and see a bit more of this converastion.

I'm not posting the whole scene in screenshots, but this is the scene where Sora pulls out the charm and tells Donald and Goofy the story behind it: that there was a meteor shower, and Namine was scared, and he promised to hit the meteors back into outer space to protect her and keep her safe, and so she gave him this charm, as a sign of their promise - which is significant, since she had the charm since she was a baby, and it meant a lot to her!

(here's a link to the game's script: searching "I really let her down" will take you right to it, since it's only said in the game once.)

Now, let's get the immediate context for Sora's aitsu line.

Donald: そんなに大切なものをくれたんだ... English: She gave you something so important to her... English, localized: And she gave it to you? Wow...

note 1: Donald doesn't use a pronoun at all, because Japanese doesn't generally use pronouns, since it's a language that depends on context. But since we are talking about Namine's good luck charm, and Sora just said that Namine gave it to him, the context is clear enough that we know Donald is talking about Namine giving Sora the good luck charm. Did Donald say "she"? no. but who else could he be talking about!

note 2: the english localization doesn't actually 1:1 match the japanese sentence, but that's not a bad thing! the same thing is conveyed just the same: that Donald is surprised that Namine would give something so important to her to Sora. both sentences convey this, so, mission accomplished.

Sora: うん。それでナミネと約束したんだ。 English: Yeah. So, I made a promise to Namine. English, localized: Yeah. So I promised her...

Oh, hey look! He said Namine's name outright! (Indicated in red.) If we were somehow worried about not knowing who they were talking about, we certainly aren't now!

Sora: これからは、お守りのかわりに　俺がナミネを守ってやるって English: From then on, this charm represented keeping my promise to protect Namine English, localized: "From now on, I'll bring you good luck. I'll keep you safe."

Oh, wow! The localization really went somewhere different with this one... but not necessarily in a bad way. The localization picks up the fact that this is a "good luck charm", and has Sora promise to bring Namine good luck - since the charm can't, if he's holding it.

If I was keeping it literal but more natural, I would probably go for "This charm represents the promise I made to protect Namine." Even still, Sora saying he'll bring her good luck in the stead of the good luck charm is cute... and it's clear that the localizer understands what is going on in this story.

Anyway, after that, Sora has this little "..." animation

and then we're back here, at our aitsu line

this time, with the timestamps and such included, in case you want to watch it yourself. the screenshots were all taken from this longplay of Chain of Memories, Part 5; the scene occurs at 1:17:20 (though the link should directly take you there).

note: the person playing definitely has emulator speedup through the cutscenes, so watch at half speed, or prepare to pause and go thru frame by frame with the comma and period keys on your keyboard.

final conclusion: wow. there is no possible way that Sora could be talking about anyone other than Namine, or that he could be thinking about anything other than apologizing to her / feeling bad for feeling like he failed her by letting her get captured by bad guys in this castle.

which isn't really a surprise, since, again, Chain of Memories is the game about Sora's memories getting so fucked with he only cares about Namine and her safety, to the point of abandoning Donald and Goofy once they are done with Twilight Town, telling Jiminy to shut up and stop talking if he's not going to be helpful (since Jiminy lives in Sora's hood and wasn't abandoned), and barely having any words to say to Tidus / Wakka / Selphie on the upcoming Destiny Islands world, to the point of barely remembering their names. Sora's dialogue from this point on consists mostly of "where's Namine" and "I promised to protect Namine, so I will," and "the only thing I care about is Namine".

and, you know, you may ask: "but what about Riku, he could be talking about Riku - aitsu is gender-neutral, after all", and I'll tell you that's not exactly what I meant. aitsu is less gender-neutral and more gender-void. There is no gender attached to it, only "this is the demonstrative pronoun I am using to refer to the mutual friend who I am talking to you about" - which, in this scene above, is very clearly Namine.

"But Japanese doesn't encode single/plural into pronouns, either, maybe Sora meant a promise to both Riku and Namine -" what? Sora's memories are of Namine and Namine alone. The only memory he has that includes Riku is how they used to play fight over who she would draw next. The whole reason Sora and Repliku keep fighting each other to the death is because they have the IDENTICAL MEMORY of making this promise under a meteor shower to Namine - and they both believe that THEY AND ONLY THEY made that promise, so they're fighting about it. Sora did not make a promise to Riku, not in these fabricated memories he's holding. He made a promise to Namine, and Riku was not even there. You think Namine fleshed it out that much? No. She copy+pasted the fabricated memories of herself from Sora to Repliku, after all. That's the whole reason they're fighting about it.

In sum: if you are saying that Sora could possibly be referring to anyone other than Namine in this scene, or that the line "あいつにあやまらなきゃ" (despite the surrounding context???) could secretly be about Riku in Japanese, then I don't believe you speak Japanese, or that you do but didn't actually look at the context of this scene, and therefore you are making a frankly insane reach.

also as i've said before. it's not that deep. YES japanese is context heavy but also when the context is clearly presented to you... that's it. that's how japanese works. it works by you having the context so that when you are in the converastion you understand who you are talking to you, even if they do something like drop the first-person pronoun from the sentence. aitsu is not vague to anyone speaking the language. it's only vague when you are a translator and were not given the whole context - and the translator here, working on GBA CoM, clearly had the whole context

"""aitsu is masculine-leaning, so Sora wouldn't use it for Namine, he must be talking about Riku""" is blatant misinformation, and I'd really appreciate if people would stop telling lies about my favorite Kingdom Hearts game on the internet, just for the sake of their shipping goggles <3

if you know you know.

aitsu is a gender neutral pronoun, full stop.

i know that anime often translates it to "that guy" or "this guy" but it's not masculine. it's not "neutral but masculine leaning".

listen to me. japanese does not have gendered pronouns like this. if japanese wants to gender something a pronoun, it has to add onna or otoko to it (onna no ko 女の子 girl, otoko no ko 男の子 boy, literally "child who is a girl" and "child who is a boy", because 子 ko, meaning child, is also genderless.)

aitsu is gramatically gendered in the fact that japanese has consistent ""gender"" for location. koko soko asoko (doko). koko here, soko there, asoko over there. (doko where).

you can read more about ko / so / a / do words here, thanks tofugu

location based: koitsu = this person here by me, soitsu = this person there by you, aitsu = this person over there far from either of us.

tofugu also says that koitsu is emphatic, you want to emphasize it. soitsu has no nuance. aitsu, meanwhile, is often used to refer to mutual friends who are not physically present - its' a person we both know but they are not here right now!

that's the nuance of it, not gender

"but japanese first person pronouns--" do not inherently have gender, they just have societal conventions that make their usage imply gender.

speaking of: koitsu / soitsu / aitsu are so genderless you can use them to refer to inanimate objects. you can use them to refer to situations. they are simply demonstrative pronouns and there is no gender attached because japanese does not, really, have gendered pronouns the way english does.

in sum: aitsu is not masculine, it is not gender-neutral but "masculine leaning" , aitsu simply does not have gender, because japanese does not have gendered pronouns

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You’re at work when it happens.

It’s sometime between your usual listless thoughts of what to write for your weekly reflection papers for some course, and your trip to your store’s pharmacy to bother a coworker. Your phone vibrates in the pocket of your work apron. You’re normally pretty good at ignoring the sound, most of the times it’s just a classmate asking for help on homework or Jimin lamenting his love life, so you’ve grown used to ignoring the tiny vibrations, stocking a quarter shelf of different cooking oils before something in your brain tells you to check your phone.

You already know it’s not something grave, but that thought alone means nothing at the sight of the tiny jungkook♡ that appears at the very top of the list of notifications. Your boyfriend’s texts tended to be wildcards, never following a certain routine or alluding to any specifics. He could send you a long paragraph on how much he misses the scent of that one shampoo, the one you’d briefly run through last year because your usual brand was out of stock, with a ten point explanation on why you should switch back to it. Or two word, caveman sentences that drove you crazy because you never understood what exactly he wanted when he’d send those nondescript “munchies dip” texts.

You unlock your phone, clicking to the messenger app instead of directly on the notification. Hopefully the preview will give some warning on whether you should invest in this conversation or not. You hated the read receipts on messages, choosing to ghost conversations as you pleased, but Jungkook had wiggled his way into your phone one afternoon and specifically turned them on for his chat with you, and you’d never turned them off since. So he knows if you choose to ignore Attachment: 1 Image at 1:43pm exactly, and he'll pester you about it until you respond.

You contemplate it all for twenty seconds. It could be a variety of things, you guess, but the only way to find out is to actually see with your own eyes what he’s up to this time. He knows better than to distract you at work, is usually really good at waiting until your shift is over to spam you with messages. For him to send you something now, only a few hours into your shift, is uncharacteristic of him.

But you glance down the aisle anyway, taking note of some elderly woman you’d helped a few minutes prior and another teenager aimlessly walking around, probably looking for the snack aisle. You inhale and press down on your chat with Jungkook.

It takes you a moment to make out exactly what the image is, twisting and turning your phone around as you fight to see it without raising the brightness. It’s only when your eyes finally adjust to the dark screen, the faint beeping of the check-out registers fading into the distance, that you realize it’s a shot of the front of his sweatpants.

“Hm?” you murmur, getting brave enough to pinch the image between two fingers, zooming in until you’re able to decipher a multitude of details. For one, there’s a Flaming Hot Cheeto stain on the hem of his sweatpants, the same one you’d accidentally put on there a few weeks back and haven’t been able to wash out since. Then there’s that huge palm of his, tattoos and all, rested carefully against his thigh. It’s veiny and thick in all the right places, bringing all the attention to his knuckles, which you guess is what he was going for when you consider the centerpiece of the image—his hardened dick straining against the grey material.

There’s no text attached to the message, no snapchat font slapped over the image, so you wonder what exactly he wanted you to do with this information mid-shift. Well, realistically, you know exactly what he wants, but that doesn’t mean you won’t clown him before getting there. After all, Jungkook was seldom the naughty texter; sexting annoyed him, he would whine, because he would do all that and not even get to feel the true pleasure of sex, of being inside you. You’ve dabbled in it here and there, but it never went as perfectly as it did in pornos. He’d drop his phone and forget it, or you would straight up ignore the damn device as you went all in on yourself.

But for Jungkook to initiate some sexting, nevertheless sexting at 1pm on a Saturday, when you were at work and you were almost positive he was supposed to be on stream right now? Unheard of, you had to mark this down somewhere.

you what’s this about?

You decide to play it safe, because as exciting as the image of Jungkook at his computer chair, cock hard and angry at the thought of you, fluffy hair ruffled in that way you adored, jaw twitching and tightening as he touched himself, moaned deep and rough and just how you liked and—

As nice as that image was, for all you knew this vague message was Jungkook sending you a picture from a week ago to purposefully fuck with you at work.

jungkook♡ what time u get off? jungkook♡ miss you bad baby

Your stomach flips, and it takes everything in you to not squeal and bounce between the shelves like a toddler on a sugar rush. Here was your boyfriend, the cutest, sweetest boy, sending you dirty pictures of himself and telling you how much he needed you. Yes, YOU, not some random on the street, or someone else in a club, Jungkook needed pleasure and that pleasure could only come from you.

You glance back down the aisle again, checking your surroundings for the second time that day. You’ve been standing here, stock cart empty for a little over five minutes now, so it’s probably best to change location lest your manager come barking down your neck. You send one quick text before heading off for stock again.

you 4pm :(

Your phone dings again just as you’re leaving the stockroom, but you decide to check it once you get to the hygiene aisle you need to work on next. Still, the prospect of Jungkook having texted you has you walking with a skip in your step, one your coworker teases you about when you pass by her.

jungkook♡ fuck jungkook♡ tell me what panties youre wearing jungkook♡ please ?

You bite your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at the tone you’d picked up from his message. There was no doubt he’d been riled up for a while now, and you wonder if he sat through his usual Saturday morning streams with his cock hard, pushed against the edge of his desk like you knew he did when such things happened. The thought has you nearly fumbling with a bottle of aloe vera.

you seamless black thong you the one you bought me at the last vs sale

Briefly, you wonder if you should have lied and told him you were wearing that red lace set he’d given you last Valentine’s Day, the one he’d bought with his first big YouTube check. But the beauty of being in a relationship with someone like Jungkook is that you could have told him you were wearing grandma undies and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person to grace the planet.

jungkook♡ mm jungkook♡ tiny ones u ruined last time?

You set your phone down, speed stock a row of sunscreen like you’re on some shelf stocking national competition, before daring to text Jungkook again. Your cheeks are still warm, and your hand tightens dangerously around a bottle of shaving cream.

Before you can formulate some response, he’s sending another one in.

jungkook♡ u soaked those jungkook♡ came fast that day jungkook♡ want u so bad

Your cheeks burn, a little embarrassed that he remembers such details. As with all Victoria’s Secret panties, they were, like Jungkook said, extremely thin. You pause, shift your stance just barely, but you’re definitely wet. Not terribly so, but with this fabric, you’d start to notice it sooner than with others.

you mm you makin me wet bunny

It’s not a complete lie, but knowing Jungkook this is exactly what he needs to hear to get that competitive streak going. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, stocking another section of men’s shaving cream. It takes longer for him to message you back, and you wonder if he got off fine on his own. If it’s over now, at least he provided you with some distraction midway into your shift.

When he texts you again, you’ve almost completely convinced yourself he’s finished, so the Attachment: 1 Video that appears on your lock screen throws you for a loop.

It’s a short clip, no longer than ten seconds, but it has you scrambling to lower the volume on your device as some unsuspecting mother of two wanders past. You flash her your practiced smile, the same one you give all the store’s customers. Not like your boyfriend is jacking it off on your phone, shallow pants filtering out from the speakers.

You turn your phone over carefully after she leaves, try to at least pretend you’re still doing your job as you play the video again.

Sweats are gone, but boxers remain. Legs deliciously exposed, thick thighs with muscles that ripple when he moves. Shirt pulled up just slightly to showcase that broad expanse of tummy, cute belly button and defined abs that tighten with each glide of his palm over the outline of his cock. Your mouth fills with drool at the sight. He was so hot.

Your brain hasn’t even processed it yet, all your energy directed towards your clenched pussy, when he shoots another text.

jungkook♡ im so fckin hard jungkook♡ wanna kiss yuo every where baby jungkook♡ come ove r soon ??

Shutting your eyes and counting to ten doesn’t help ward off the sudden wave of horniness that consumes you, but it does remind you of the job you’re supposed to be doing now. You shake your head, as if the image of Jungkook’s dick throbbing beneath his boxers, low voice in your ear, will magically disappear. It doesn’t, and it plagues you even more when you begin stocking a section of sunscreen, numbly instructing yourself on what to do next. Shaving cream, sunscreen, lotion next, you repeat.

It doesn’t help.

Two minutes later and you’re scrambling for the phone you’d hastily tucked into your apron pocket, tapping your passcode in until your messages with Jungkook are pulled up again.

you after work you promise

Your head is absolutely spinning, the coil in your stomach too tight for you to try and be a functioning member of society. Something in you says to sneak off to the bathroom and call him, but your boss is a little bit of a prick when he wants to be, thinks you take too many bathroom breaks as is.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A curt call of your name has you whirling to face your shelves again, phone tightly pressed against your ribs like maybe it’ll melt into your skin and he won’t see it. At the same time, your sudden fright has you scrambling to turn it off, fingers sloppily pressing against the buttons, hitting the volume like seven times before you eventually feel the familiar click that signals it’s off.

Your boss disappears shortly after, and with his sudden appearance having made every hair on your body stand, you find yourself now slumping against your stock cart. Jesus, that man was a handful to deal with.

The paranoia sticks for a little bit, has you stocking shelf after shelf like a robot until you finish the entire row of hygiene products, back stiff from bending over so much. It’s only when you return to the stockroom ten minutes later that you dare take your phone out again.

A pleasant surprise awaits.

It would appear that during your haste to hide your phone from your boss— Jungkook’s scandalous messages and all —your frantic hands had done something else. A fuzzy picture on your end, a blurry display of lotion bottles you had stacked just before your boss’s impromptu appearance, with no words to accompany them. Normally Jungkook would have ignored that; you frequently sent accidental messages like this, butt texted him, he says.

But there’s something about Jungkook’s horny brain that makes him do stupid things, makes him blow up your phone with a series of question marks, call you four times, whine and fuss in your message thread, and eventually, send you probably the oddest image to date.

jungkook♡ ??? jungkook♡ ????what is that jungkook♡ baby please jungkook♡ I don’t get it ??

jungkook♡ Missed Call (4)

jungkook♡ baby jungkook♡ what does it mean jungkook♡ please ur drivign me insane jungkook♡ jsut wanna hear yuor voice jungkook♡ fuck please just

And then, there’s another one of those cursed Attachment: 1 Image messages.

You shouldn’t be as surprised as you are. You’ve been dating Jungkook for a few months now, know he had that sort of unique personality most college dropouts turned YouTubers do. But every now and then the absurdity of his actions makes you question him still, makes you wonder what exactly goes on in that pretty head of his to warrant such ideas, makes him balance a bottle of body lotion on the thick outline of his cock like this.

Unlike the first few images, this one was taken in front of a mirror. The blinding fluorescent light in his bathroom paints him in a stark color, has every inch of his pretty face on display for you. Rosy cheeks, dewy skin. Perfectly swollen cock straining beneath his grey boxers, curved up against his hip. Shirt pulled up, finally freeing that expanse of muscles on his abdomen, cute little belly button on display once again. The red material is pulled up to his mouth, pearly white teeth biting down on the fabric, and he’s got this flushed expression on his face.

But the real star of the show isn’t his chiseled abdomen or sexy expression, but the sheer hardness of his dick that lets him balance a bottle of body lotion over it, like a fuckin’ shelf or something. He’s so hard, dick so full beneath his boxers. So big too, the little boxers pulled taught around said engorged cock and thick thighs.

Your brain says to laugh, to tease him for being such a clown even when he’s horny as hell. He won’t take it to heart, will probably laugh along with you and you’ll add it to your still growing list of funny memories.

But your caveman libido says call him, so that’s what you do, ducking down behind a new shipment pallet with a squeak as the phone rings. It only lasts four seconds before he picks up, voice breathy and low, but it sounds so loud in the silence of the stockroom.

He doesn’t even let you get a greeting in. “You like my picture, baby?” he husks. It sounds like he’s right there, right beside you, speaking into your ear. Your pussy throbs at the way he sounds. Paired with the picture from before, it has your body tingling all over.

“What the fuck is that?” you hiss, trying to not let the sudden overflow of arousal leak into your words. Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” he huffs. There’s the brief sound of shuffling, the scratchy noise of his phone presumably being pressed against his shoulder. “I’m so hard, baby,” he sighs before you can pretend to reprimand him any further. “Fuck— you, can you just talk to me?” he groans, and the disgusting sound of him spitting into his palm fills your ear.

Your face feels warm, eyes nervously peering across the stockroom like your boss will suddenly appear now of all times to rip you from this important phone call. The anxiety and arousal mix weirdly, have your leg bouncing but every new movement sends a shock up your aching cunt to your chest, and then out to the tips of your fingers.

“You shouldn’t be doing that when I’m at work,” you murmur hurriedly, moving to nervously bite at your finger. Jungkook moans softly.

“Uh huh,” he says.

The air conditioning turns on and you nearly jump out of your own skin. “Kook,” you stress, frazzled by your own burning arousal and the fear of being caught. Like you said. Weird mix. “I— not when I can’t respond.”

He shudders on the line. “You’re responding now,” he points out. You hate when he’s right. Before you can defend yourself, define what a proper response is in this scenario, he’s beating you to the punch. “Baby,” he whimpers, voice so airy yet low, makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, back unconsciously arching. “Couldn’t stop— fuck.”

Your mouth feels dry, all and any form of lecturing fading from your thoughts as you become consumed in Jungkook’s little whines and whimpers. He talks smoothly, a modern day Casanova, and it’s certainly because of that cult-like harem he’s gathered on YouTube. Teenage girls who kiss his ass, tell him he’s cute and dreamy. Make his ego so big.

But then he gets horny and can barely contain that lisp you tease him about, shivers and melts when you put his cock in your mouth. “Couldn't what, bunny?” you mumble, voice drawn tight because now you were really horny, and it was all his fault.

The nickname makes him mewl prettily, your speaker suddenly going scratchy as he fumbles with his phone. “C- Couldn't stop thinking about you— your mouth,” he admits, and now you’re certain he’d sat through that Saturday morning stream like this. “T- Tits,” he adds, lisp slipping through. “Fuck.”

You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself now was not the time or place to get yourself off. But, well. That didn’t mean you couldn’t get him off. “Sat through your stream like this?” you murmur, circling your kneecap with a trembling finger as if it’ll ward away the raging lust in your abdomen. Jungkook confirms with a breathy moan. “Had all your little fans wondering why you ended so early.”

He groans. “No,” he chokes, voice hot from how much it wavers. “They— I lied,” he confesses out of nowhere, “s- said I had a doctor’s appointment.”

You muffle a giggle into your palm. “Naughty,” you tease. “Too hard to do your job.”

“Just,” he cuts off, voice feathery. He sounds so close and you haven’t even said anything of substantial value yet. “Tell me,” he says quietly, “what to— mmh, what to do.”

A smirk consumes your features. You try to hide it, but there’s no one here anyway so you’re left grinning at an unpacked box of dental floss like a madwoman. “Why?” you inquire playfully, bask in the sad little whimper he responds with. “Shouldn’t you know how to make yourself cum?”

Another groan of frustration, desperation seeping into his tone when he speaks again. “Baby, please,” he begs, and it feels good. Feels nice to have this big YouTuber begging for you like this, whimpering your name like his doesn’t appear on the top 25 most viewed. “Like when you— ah — when you tell me… what to do.”

Your body feels hot, thighs pressing together with each whimper that falls from his lips. “Okay,” you concede, and he audibly moans in relief. “Tip first,” you instruct softly, eyes defocusing as your brain slowly starts to manifest the image of Jungkook spread out on his bed. Thick thighs, grey boxers pulled taught around them, fat cock between his pretty hands, inked knuckles squeezing around his member. You swallow. You can tell exactly when Jungkook does as you say because another muffled moan fills the speaker. “One finger,” you remind him quickly, head spinning from the mere memory of his dick. “Run it… run it over the slit, bunny.”

“Nngh—“ Jungkook sputters. You can only imagine the face he’s making now, the bottom lip he’s bitten raw by now. He does it a lot; it’s a nervous habit. But as sexy as it looks when you’re in bed, you know he has sensitive lips because of it, bleeds easily if he’s too harsh. You have half the mind to remind him about it now, but then he’s hurriedly gasping out for more. “And, and then? Wha— what then, baby?”

He sounds so sweet, melodic voice dripping with honey. “Touch your balls,” you say a little breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze,” you add, “just roll your palm over them.” Your palm squeezes against your thigh, as if it’s remembering the feel of his body, the soft skin between his thighs when you’re down there. He gets so jittery, thick thighs nearly crushing you if you drag him along too much. “O- Other hand on your cock,” you stumble, thighs squeezed together. “Stroke yourself just like I do, bunny.”

Jungkook complies. “Just like you?” he mumbles, suddenly sounds farther away. As if he’s dropped his phone off to the side. “Fffuck,” he grunts, “m- mouth is so pretty.”

“Hm?” you inquire, so consumed with tampering down your growing arousal for a second that you miss his sentence.

Jungkook’s breath stutters, and for a moment you’re met with the wet squelch of his cock in his hand. And then, “pretty mouth… make me— make me wanna see you cry.”

You bite your lip. “Why,” you say tentatively, finally caving in with a hand fluttering over the front seam of your jeans. Not a question, more of a gentle nudge for him to spill his thoughts.

“Be- Because,” he cries, fucking into his hand. He sounds closer and closer. You have to wonder just how long he had been riled up. It’s been a while since his first message, he was probably desperate by now. “Y- You’re so nice,” he cries, and the sentiment, though oddly out of place, makes your heart squeeze with adoration for the boy on the line. “Wanna be,” he groans, “wanna be so fucking mean to you, baby.”

The sudden change of tone makes you choke on a moan, hand pressing against your mound like it’ll somehow penetrate the thick material of your jeans and give you the sensations you crave. As it stands, it’s a muted feeling you get instead. When your hands fail, his voice compensates. “Fffuck, don’t you— don’t you think about it too?”

Admittedly, no.

Jungkook had always been a gentleman in bed. Always cared for your needs before his own, went out of his way to make you feel pampered and adored during your most vulnerable moments. Contrary to what his online persona might say, he was a good boy. Sweetest boy you knew, touched you like you were made of glass.

So to suddenly learn of this dream— fantasy? kink? —of his that you would certainly enjoy equally as much, well. It made you whimper into your palm, eyes worriedly flickering toward the stockroom’s entrance.

“Why?” you whisper, feeling like a broken doll repeating the same phrase over and over again. You’re suddenly aware of how hot everything was. Your polo felt sticky against your spine, apron too tight, jeans too stuffy. How long had you been hiding in here for? You don’t even know. Hopefully your absence on the floor had gone unnoticed.

Jungkook pants into the line; everything sounds so sticky and wet on his end, hand undoubtedly working away at his cock. “Shit,” he curses, doesn’t really answer your question until you prod a second time. “I- I like it,” he stammers. “When you… fuck, when you look small.” He elaborates before you can even ask, breath heavy and drawn out. He was so close. “When your mouth… when it hurts,” he says, thoughts a scrambled mess. “Like when you— when you cry because my cock is— it’s too big for you.”

A blatant ego boost you’ll ignore for now. Not like you can focus on too many things right now anyway. “Your cock is big, bunny,” you agree softly instead. Your legs feel cramped from crouching so long, so you push yourself to your feet. Except then you’re made aware of how fucking wet you are, panties soaked from the phone call with your boyfriend. You shift and they stick to your folds, make you release a shaky exhale that Jungkook doesn’t miss.

“I— you’re wet,” he says boldly, and this time your meek confirmation isn’t a lie. Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I—“ cut off by his own whiny cry, probably bucking into his hand like a madman by now. “Wanna, wanna kiss you everywhere,” he says, a call back to his earlier message. Your legs feel like jello. You want him to kiss you everywhere too— lips, tits, cunt that is dripping for him now.

“I- I’ll be over soon,” you stammer, feeling like you’ll pass out if he carries on any further. He sounds so good on the line, soft pants, rough growls. You can’t possibly listen anymore, not when you’re so wet and horny in the middle of your shift. “Just,” you pause, can’t get the image of his pretty cock out of your mind. Every blink makes it more vivid, reminds you of the vein on the underside, the exact shade of the tip.

“What?” Jungkook hisses, voice higher than usual, parts of it lost under the rapid movements of his hand. “Tell me, baby, tell me what to do,” he begs hoarsely, “I’ll do it.” Sounds so desperate and needy, two seconds away from busting all over his hand.

You have to lean against the wall of the stockroom to ground yourself, remind yourself you’re not in the same situation as Jungkook and can’t cum in your pants like a teenager. “J- Just cum,” you choke, eyes fluttering shut.

He must’ve been waiting for that command, because the second the words leave your throat he’s filling the line with breathy groans and cries as he comes all over himself, probably ruins his t-shirt. The sounds have your hips unconsciously bucking forward into nothingness, the frustration of not being able to cum with him manifesting in the form of a tiny little sob. Luckily, he doesn’t catch it.

When it’s all said and done, he’s left panting into the receiver, flooding your speaker with breathy sighs that only make you more and more aroused.

“You’re terrible,” you frown, cheeks flushed, body tingling. You flip your wrist over and check the time; it’s been about sixteen minutes since you disappeared from outside. Sixteen minutes of listening to Jungkook touch himself and moan and whine and whimper. Tease you with new possibilities you had never considered before. And now he’s satisfied and you’re not.

Jungkook chuckles, low and tired. The sound shoots straight to your cunt. “Come over after you shift,” he says, as if you’re not planning to fake a severe case of the flu right now in order to get off early and run to his bed. You only had a little less than two hours of your shift left anyway. Not like they paid you well to begin with. Jungkook shifts, releases one of those saccharine groans as he probably snuggles into his bed, all sweaty and worn out. “Want you to fuck my face, baby.”

You frown, counting to ten to calm yourself down. Another few minutes of listless conversation, and you hang up. Your body feels featherlight, a little woozy as you make your way back out into the floor.

Nothing has changed. Customers pour in and out, your boss scolds you for a display you didn’t do, and life inside the store drags on. No one knows that you’re soaking your panties to hell and back, Jungkook’s soothing moans in your ear. Life goes on.

you shift ends in 20

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Rime my beloved <333 idk i really like him in a wattpad yn way n it scares me. Like, yeah he's a piece of shit or whatever but he likes me.... yk? It's the mental illness fantasy aha anyway can i get uhhhhh rime hcs. Fluff, angst, what kind of coffee he likes so i can spit in it yk yhe usual 😙 mmmm my mc has a white streak too i bet they'd go up to rime like "you fucking loser i bet its not even real. You used hair dye didnt u? And if it doesnt exist im sure u found some stupid spell just to copy me <3 bitch" what can i say i love bullying him he's like 6' he'll be fine

— general rime hcs

flips my sign that says felix cc to rime cc. i am here and ready O7

definitely bully him. deserved smh!!

"you think i dyed my hair to copy you? are you an idiot? we didn't even know each other—" "yeah yeah sure. i know you were watching me. you wanna be me so bad, huh? did you think felix would—" "finish that sentence and your blood is going to ruin the carpet." 👁️👁️ hit a nerve there

you don't even need to spit in his drink. literally anything messing with his hot chocolate will be life-threatening. he asks where the marshmallows were and you say you ate them

"you what" "i ate them" "...." "have you heard of the old chubby bunny challenge" "are you fucking—"

he makes a comment about how you're shorter than him and you throw back "yeah well at least i won't die young later—oh wait,"

cue the M3 spitting out their drink, choking, or looking wide-eyed and away from the scene

sorry. not really but sorry i'll bring back my fluff

if anyone else tried to insult or hurt you he's up in arms fr. he's spitting psychologically damaging insults. he is going up, tripping them, then saying "oops. that was a reflex"

if he ever spotted someone following you and making you uncomfortable he would walk up and glare at them

NOOOO MINI FAKE DATING RIME SCENARIO . oh my god

"who the hell are you, asshole?" "who do you think? their boyfriend. so i'd be careful about what you say or do next, asshole."

the person leaves after he grins at them (and probably after seeing him reach for something sharp in his little pouch)

. . .blinks. twirls my hair. pushes it behind my ear. :smirk:

"...so we're dating now?" "you are so irritating." "you have a crush on me" "i'm letting you struggle like a dying fish the next time this happens." (- rime when he lies)

pocky challenge. pocky challenge do the pocky challenge he gets much closer than everyone was expecting just to fluster you. depending on your relationship it will just (d)evolve into kissing

ohh rime getting nightmares about dying or being left alone ohh

he isn't one to crawl into bed and cuddle with you . smth smth terrible at being vulnerable or asking for help

you find him on the couch with a drink in his hand and sit beside him in silence

"didn't take you as someone to miss out on beauty sleep." "can you ever be quiet?" "mm...sometimes. maybe if you wanted to talk about why you're here?"

he won't give you specific details but you get the idea that he had a bad dream

he lets you keep him company while he finishes his drink, and stays there even after he does. it's really his way of letting you know he's ? sort of alright with you ?

he'll leave and tell you you should go back soon "unless you want to look even worse in the morning" (ohh you wanna kiss me so bad)

he makes fun of the others with you . and also other people in general

won't admit it but he likes That era of pop-punk/rock. looped the american beauty/american psycho fob album overnight by accident once probably

if for some miraculous reason he's in an especially good mood, he will let you try his caramel flan. contrary to popular belief and to the detriment of everybody else,, you are the only one who gets to try the flan.

you know when you ask somebody what you should wear and they're like "Whatever you feel the most comfortable in :) you are stunning no matter what :) ily :)"

that is not him. if you want an honest easy answer you go to rime

"should i wear the black one or the red one?" "whatever you'd like mc" "do you want to look like a bitch?" "rime—" "yes." "the red one" My Man 🤝

the kind of person to get more pissed off at an animal dying during a movie than a person . was probably rooting for it out of spite

rime....tattoos? sorry i need. sorry. like on his stomach . patchwork tattoos . sorry

sometimes he'll be doing something mundane and remember a time he was doing it with felix and you can see him frown

heehoo

his sadness and anger are very intertwined . they day he finally has a breakdown he's doing a maniacal laugh while crying out of disbelief and rage

if you hug him after he won't hug back (at first) but he'll press his face into your neck and just . stay there

anyway. he'd make you go on big rollercoasters/rides with him

don't take him to an escape room because he'll make you do all the work until the last minute where he tells you all the solutions that he's been keeping to himself.

spends so much time in CAS (create a sim) . like so much time. he finishes the sims and doesn't even play with them for more than 5 minutes unless he's doing a challenge

no he's so funny. he is the epitome of "my toxic trait is ____" and it's the stupidest shit. you take him to an aquarium and you see a mermaid show and he says "my toxic trait is that i know i could do that" and you're just !@$%?#(! your toxic trait is you commit murder you stupid whore