#Those glasses over the glasses tho lol it’s beautiful

[nanamis-princess]

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Your their passenger princess

Synopsis: just head canons about being their passenger princess:)

Genre: fluff

T/w: mentions of shoko smoking, bad driving lol, possibly oc geto? And misspellings

Nanami, gojo, geto, shoko, megumi, yuji & nobara (separately) X reader

Nanami

-he always has his free hand on your thigh or holding your hand. His thumb brushes over your thigh/thumb gently but if it annoys you he stops.

-steals glances at you while at red lights, giving you a soft smile as the light turns green

-he cant help but laugh if you guys miss an exit because you thought it was a bit further down.

-he doesn’t mind listening to what you pick, he’s kinda the type to listen to a podcast while driving tho. Or an audiobook.

-when you type in the location in his maps you see his favorite places saved. Your favorite stores & restaurants are saved, along with his favorite bakery ofc.

-he’s a very safe driver but you can’t tell me his not putting across you if the car has to come to a abrupt stop.

-he has beach scented air fresheners in his car.

-has a photo of you at the beach holding up a seashell, clipped to a photo of Haibara in his visor.

-keeps mints/ gum in his car at all times along with a lint roller (he’s a cat dad)

Gojo

-his free hand is always on your thigh

-asks you to feed him while he’s driving, he accidentally bit your finger before and offered to kiss it to make it feel better.

-he’s a safe driver for the most part but he has his moments. He’s like a 100% positive there was never a stop sign there.

-he misses his exits a lot. Like a lot, a lot.

-his car smells like his cologne.

-has an extra pair of his iconic glasses on his visor along with a photo of you and Megumi sitting at his favorite ice cream spot.

-likes driving to beautiful nature areas with you after making a snack run.

-needs music on at all times, he requests song but then just ends up making a bunch of playlist for you guys. But don’t worry you are still his DJ.

-always has a hoodie or jacket in his backseat that you probably end up stealing.

Geto

-always holds your hand while driving, he also brings your hand up to his lips and places a soft kiss.

-his car smells like black cherry and his windows are tinted.

-a decent driver but does speed, not always while your in the car tho. Unless you like that kinda thing;)

-has a necklace of yours around his rear view mirror that you gave him

-loves doing those cute fast food date ideas where you pick the appetizer, he picks the main meal and you pick the dessert.

-likes to make out with you at red lights until it turns green and gets honked at.

-while he lets you pick the music you find a playlist with your name as the title its songs that remind him of you. He has another one of music you’ve played before.

-has a case of water on the floor in the backseat along with a blanket.

Yuji

-he most likely keeps his hands on the wheel or tweaking with something as he drives but likes holding your hand while driving. Sometimes puts his hand on your thigh.

-always has your favorite candy or gum in his glove compartment.

-requests like two different songs at once but tells you which order to play them in. “They just pair together well” he laughs as you type all that in.

-like Gojo always has a hoodie in his backseat along with a pair of sneakers and a water bottle he forgets about.

-also has random papers in the backseat that he keeps forgetting to look at

-he’s also a decent driver, but when your in the car he’s more aware. Not that he’s less likely to be careful but the last thing he wants his to hurt you or someone else.

-has a group photo of you, him, Nobara and Megumi in his visor.

-his car keys have a matching keychain that he shares with you.

Megumi

-it’s a small gesture but he loves holding your hand while he’s driving. Gives it a gentle little squeeze from time to time along with a kiss on the back of your hand.

-has LED lights at the bottom of the car that he keeps red for most of the time but lets you change the color.

-before dating you he didn’t really use air fresheners but he found one that reminded him of your perfume/cologne.

-gives you full control of the music

-relies on your directions more than the map because up he always misses the exit.

-there is a little dog hair in his backseat that he tries his best to get out lol, he didn’t keep a hoodie or blanket back there until he started dating you.

-has a car charm with your first initial around his rear view mirror.

-doesn’t mind if you eat from his food as he drives, he will give you his last fry, or chicken nuggets.

Nobara

-holds your hand while driving but doesn’t mind if you put your hand on her thigh.

-loves driving around listening to music with you if you don’t have a set destination. If you have a set destination (and she hasn’t been there before) she needs the music on low to focus.

-you guys have a playlist you add songs together

-has one of those mini trash cans that’s hooked to the backseat

-also has leather seat covers that matches her steering wheel

-going shopping with you and then getting a sweet treat after is her favorite thing to do on her day off, she’ll spoil you and herself until her backseat is full of shopping bags.

-she’s a good driver, no accidents and no tickets. But that curb is her enemy.

-her glove compartment has an extra hairbrush and lip gloss. She keeps things you use on the go too.

-keeps two hoodies in her backseat if you both get cold

Shoko

-she prefers having her hand on your thigh when she drives if she isn’t smoking

- likes to tease you by rubbing her hand up your thigh and gives it a little squeeze. She chuckles with a small smile at the effect that it has on you.

-has hair ties around her shifter and in the middle compartment she keeps a pack of cigarettes

-her car smells like caramel with a hint of nicotine

-she also wont smoke in the car if it bothers you or as a matter of fact around you in general

-she’s a very good driver but has parking tickets

-got you a head rest pillow in your favorite color to put on your seat

-also keeps a blanket that’s your favorite color in her backseat along with a bag hook if hanging on the pack of your seat A/N: hello cuties:3 it’s been a minute. This took me two weeks to write lolll, I’m in a bit of a rut & lacking motivation. More stuff is on the way tho 💕🌸

[honeyedmiller]

An Ode to Forever | Joel Miller

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors dni.

warnings: mostly pwp, sex in a bathtub with lots of feelings, fluff, tenderness, they’re both so sickeningly in love, smut (vaginal fingering, unprotected piv, joel is handsy af, some butt stuff [lol]), light alcohol consumption, sort of erotic food consumption(not really tho???), use of daddy twice in this (idk what came over me), joel doesn’t have kids in this, no use of y/n.

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: after an arduous day, joel draws a bath to help you both relax.

or

an ode to how much you love joel miller, and he, you.

a/n: this is a lil valentine’s day one shot i wanted to put out. slowly getting my writing juju back. this is also a follower milestone celebration. thank you to everyone who supports my work. love you all <3

divider by @saradika-graphics

It’d been a rough day.

A day where bones ached, minds were exhausted and all that was yearned for was to be home with each other.

You’d texted Joel that you were stopping off at the store to get some wine because hell, you needed to relax. He instantly texted you back to be safe and that he loves you.

He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

A true love like this is something you’d never in a million years think you’d ever have to yourself. Someone who cares so much. Someone you can cherish. A love that was all your own. You were so wrapped up in the bliss of Joel Miller, and he, you.

It was the kind of love that was terrifying and beautiful and gut wrenching and so fucking rare. A love that made you feel like you were floating in the clouds, euphoria pumping through your veins every time you looked at him. The kind of love that was a forever thing. Something you never, ever thought you’d have.

He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

The lights were off when you got home. You call out his name, hanging your keys on your designated hook before toeing off your pumps.

“Up here.” He calls back, voice cascading down the stairs. You make your way up and into the bedroom, setting your work bag down before you look around in confusion.

“Joel?” You call out, and his broad frame emerges from the bathroom.

“Hey baby.” He says. You smile softly at the sight of him, body visibly relaxing in his presence. Joel notices and the corner of his mouth twitches upward into a smile.

“Hi.” Your voice is as soft as your expression, allowing him to envelope the whole of your being into his strong, warm arms. He kisses your temple before gently taking the pinot grigio out of your hands, humming at your wine choice.

“Take your work clothes off and meet me in the bathroom.” He gives your forehead a kiss before disappearing again. You cock your eyebrow in confusion, but oblige to his request anyhow. You strip off your clothes, leaving your body clad in just your bra and underwear. The plush carpet beneath your bare feet feels heavenly after a day of wearing those pumps for work.

The cold tile of the bathroom sends a chill up your spine, but you ignore the sensation when you take in all that’s in front of you—a bubble bath with rose petals scattered atop, candles lit on the side of the tub, and a small tray of chocolate covered strawberries waiting to be devoured. Wine glasses filled with two cubes of ice each sit perfectly next to the strawberries, along with the pinot grigio.

You feel the sting of tears immediately. Your eyes move over to Joel, who’s standing with his hands behind his back and a boyish grin adorning his handsome face.

“What—what’s this?” Your voice is meek, eyes glossy and bottom lip slightly trembling.

“I know we won’t get that much time to ourselves on Valentine’s Day, so I thought we’d celebrate a little early. Y‘know, a nice way to relax after a tough day.”

“Joel, honey, this is perfect.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

You turn to face him fully. “I love it. And I love you.” You close the distance between the both of you, pulling him in for a tender kiss. He hums against your lips, enveloping your body into his arms. He slides his hands down to your ass, giving it a playful tap.

He unravels his arms from you before taking a small step back, shucking off his shirt and his pants. He looks at you as you watch him, desire for him pooling your eyes. A glint of fascination crosses his gaze as he studies you studying him.

“One more thing.” Joel says before stepping out of the bathroom. A minute later, soft tunes of Frank Sinatra wafted throughout the bedroom and into the bathroom. He comes back in with a smile on his face as he grabs your hand and twirls you before kissing you. You couldn’t help but smile against him.

He pulls down his underwear and climbs into the tub, groaning at the warm water against his achy bones.

“C’mere, sweet girl.” He nudges his head, holding his hand out to you. You smile and remove your bra and underwear, climbing into the tub with him. The warm water eased the tension that was left in your body, rolling off your shoulders and dissipating into the aroma of scented bubbles. Lavender, you think.

Joel pulls you back against his body, warm and inviting as you lean on him and close your eyes. You sit like that for a minute—still, calm, and silent. It’s what you both needed. Days like this could be more than overstimulating, and Joel knew that. You both basked in the fact that you could sit in silence in each other’s presence and be perfectly content.

You felt movement behind you, only to see Joel reaching for the wine bottle. He opens it with ease and pours the wine into the two glasses, clinking his with yours in a soft ‘cheers.’

Joel set his glass down on the edge of the tub, hands landing on your shoulders. Water sloshed gingerly with his movements. He started to dig his thumbs into the tense muscle. You couldn’t help but groan, head lolling to the side slowly.

“Feel good?” Joel chuckles close to your ear, goosebumps raising at the low vibrato of his voice.

“Mhm,” You manage.

Joel leans his mouth down to the base of your neck, leaving tender kisses in his wake. Your nails trace patterns on his thick thighs, the slow drag pulling at the need for you within him.

Your touch, your smile, your voice, your laugh, you. You drove him absolutely crazy. This man loved you more than life itself. If he could give you the whole world, he would—but for once in his life he knew he was enough.

“I love you, darlin’.” Joel’s voice is nearly a whisper. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your soft flesh repeatedly.

You crane your neck to face him and his hands drop to your arms.

“I love you more, cowboy.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Not possible.”

“Mm.” You muse, leaning in to kiss him. Those same rumbling butterflies stir in your stomach, heart strings pulling at the softness of his lips and how perfect they feel slotted with yours.

His tongue easily made its way into your mouth as you slid a hand into his slightly graying curls. You moaned into him, your other free hand gripping his thigh tighter as the neediness ignites within your body.

See, that was the thing. Joel had you wrapped around his fingers. He knew exactly what made you tick.

His hands slowly slide to your breasts, kneading them with such care before pinching both of your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. You gasp into the kiss at the sensation as it travels down like hot liquid to your core, already pulsing with aching need.

Joel’s small chuckle separates the kiss, and you lean your forehead against his cheek as he continues to toy with your pillowy flesh. Your breathing begins to stagger, mind clouded with the carnal desire for the man who’s stolen your heart.

“Joel,” You’re breathless, legs mindlessly rubbing together for any friction you can get. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?” His chest rumbles with the low vibrato of his voice, goosebumps erupting on your skin once more.

“Fuck. Touch me. Please, Joel.”

“Fuckin’ love when my girl uses her manners. How do you want daddy to touch you?” His voice is a low growl, one hand easily gliding down the curves of your body before his fingertips brush over your mound. You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you as he easily spreads your legs with his hand, running his middle finger down your slit. “Like this?”

You suck in a breath behind clenched teeth, head dropping back onto his shoulder as he starts to slowly drag his fingers over your slick sex. Even underwater, Joel could feel how aroused you are.

“Answer me, sweet girl. Tell me.”

“Y-yes. God, yes–please—fuck me with your fingers.”

You’ve come to learn how to be more vocal with Joel, always shying away from telling him what you wanted when it came to your pleasure at first. He eventually coaxed it out of you, telling you that there’s no reason to be shy around him. He’d take care of you all the same.

You knew that, but you were still grateful for the man being patient with you when words would get lodged into your throat, seemingly unwilling to be vocalized. It got easier over time, and the confidence you radiated when you and Joel initiated anything intimate was a show he’d always want a front seat to.

You moaned as he easily slipped a finger into you, disappearing down to the knuckle. It was a welcome stretch, his fingers always reaching places yours never could. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Another one, please.” You sigh, rutting your hips down to grind onto his hand. He easily complies, this time a little bit more of a tight fit. You moan at the sensation, and Joel has a crooked grin on his face as he starts to languidly pump his fingers in and out of you. He was teasing you, you think, because he wanted to hear you beg him to go faster. And, truthfully, you weren’t above doing so.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me, baby,” He starts to pick up his pace, and you subconsciously bite your lip to quiet yourself down. “Uh uh, don’t go all shy on me now, darlin’. Wanna hear you. Wanna hear how I make you feel.”

“You know—shit—you know how you make me feel, Joel,” You reason with him, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

“Good.”

That was all he said before he picked up the pace of his fingers, curling them to press against the spongy spot in you that had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling. He swiped his thumb over your clit, finding a steady rhythm with his fingers.

One of your hands had his thigh in a vice grip, likely to leave scratch marks on his tan skin while the other held onto the edge of the tub. That same liquid heat traveled throughout the course of your body, pooling at the bottom of your spine. Waiting. Wanting. Begging to be released. You grind your hips down to match his pace, just needed a bit more of a push.

The whimpers and moans that eluded you only added to Joel’s own arousal, the occasional grunt from him reverberating off of the bathroom walls. His cock was solid against your back, and you couldn’t help but think how much self control this man had.

“Can feel your pretty pussy clenchin’ my fingers, sweetheart. You gonna come on them? Hm?” His lips are at your ear now, poking his tongue out to lick your earlobe before nibbling on it.

“Yes—oh, fuckfuckfuck. Right there, Joel, please don’t stop. Pleasepleaseplease—” You’re a begging, whimpering mess before you come undone, whole body shuddering as your orgasm washes over you so intensely.

“There you go. That’s it. My girl always does so well, hm? So fuckin’ well.” Joel praises you, slowly sliding his fingers out of you before running them over your slit once more, featherlight and meticulous. You shudder at the sensation, a choked moan escaping the hollows of your throat.

“What do you say?” Joel teases, riling you up.

“Thank you, daddy.” You laugh softly, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze.

You sit up and turn yourself around, careful not to slosh any water outside of the tub. Joel has an amused look on his face and you huff a laugh through your nose before kissing him. It was passionate, like something you’d see in those romance movies on the big screen.

It’s a silent promise, something that can’t be put into words. It surges through your veins and exists in you all the time, heightened by the very man that made you feel these things again.

You pull apart from him, rubbing your nose against his before you lean back to take in his handsome features. His dark brown eyes gleamed with budding love.

Your gaze shifts to the untouched strawberries, and you pluck one off of the plate before taking a bite. It’s sweet; the mixture of chocolate and the fruit dancing on your taste buds. You hold the rest of the strawberry to Joel’s lips, and he grins before taking a bigger bite. You place the calyx back on the tray, gaze drifting to Joel again.

You grin when you see some chocolate on his bottom lip.

“You got a little…” Your words die in your throat as you lean forward, licking his bottom lip before kissing him again. You move to straddle his lap, hips flexing to fit around the broadness of him.

“Be mine forever.” He whispers against you.

“I’m already yours, Joel. You’ve always had me.”

You trail a hand down his chest, toying with his hair before sliding your palm down his torso as your nails slightly scrape his flesh. You plant soft kisses all along his collarbone, tongue poking out to lick his already wet skin.

Your wandering hand brushes through the tuft, wiry hair that sat atop his aching cock. You hum against him and wrap your hand around his length. He pulses in your hand, heavy and waiting to be relieved. You begin to slide your hand up and down his silky flesh, nipping at his collarbone as you did so.

Joel sucks in a breath behind clenched teeth, eyes closing in pure bliss as he tries to refrain from bucking up into your hand.

“Such a pretty cock. Love it so much.” You muse, and Joel groans at your words. He’ll never get used to you worshiping him and his body the way you do, he thinks.

But, he loves it all the same. It makes his heart fucking flutter, and even though he’ll probably never openly admit it, he loves it. It makes him feel worthy. Wanted. Loved.

“It’d look even prettier buried in that perfect pussy.” He says, and your movements falter for a split second. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his filthy mouth, but it was something you couldn’t get enough of.

You look down at him with hooded eyes and a satiated grin before lifting your hips up to hover over him, swiping his tip over your folds before sinking down on him. You’re slow with your movements, wanting to feel every ridge and vein his pretty, pretty cock has.

You both moan in harmony as you reach the hilt.

“So-fuckin’-perfect.” Joel grits, head lolling back as he takes in the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him so perfectly, like you were specifically made to be there. And you are, you think.

Your hands rest on his shoulders as you start gliding up and down on him, the stretch so welcoming every time you fully sink back down. Joel’s hands settle onto your ass to guide you into a steady pace. He wraps his lips around one of your nipples, giving it a soft bite, and you gasp at the sensation. Joel could feel you clenching around him with every pass of his tongue on your sensitive bud.

One of your hands tangles itself into his curls once more, giving them a little tug. His eyes pop open and he lets go of your nipple with a small ‘pop’, gaze never wavering from yours. You toss him a saccharine smile before kissing the tip of his nose.

“So handsome.” You whisper, kissing every high point of his face before resting your forehead against his once more.

“Yeah?” He asks, fingers grazing down on your ass slotting themselves between the crevice of both cheeks.

“Mhm.” You bite your lip, knowing what was coming. It was something new that you tried around a month ago and really liked, so Joel would implement the action whenever he could.

The tip of his middle finger circled around the tight ring of your asshole, a wicked grin on his lips as your hips stuttered.

“Gotta fill you all the way up, darlin’.” He chuckles as he pushes his middle finger into your tight hole.

Your eyes clamp shut tight, feeling so full of the man you love.

“Fuck, god, Joel– feels s’good.” Your words are slurring together and you’re trying your damnedest to keep the pace of your hips steady, maybe even riding him a little faster if that means his finger in your ass will pump faster, too.

“I know, baby. Doin’ so well. So good for me, hm? Takin’ what I give ya, so full n’ all.” He cooes, nosing at your jaw as your mouth falls slack and eyebrows thread together.

The pleasure coursing through your body is devastatingly euphoric, the sensation of him everywhere driving you crazy in all the right ways.

You know it wouldn’t be long before you fell apart at the seams for him once more.

That deep, throaty growl he does while his eyes are shut in concentration, and the pulsing feeling of his cock is a dead giveaway that he’s going to fall apart for you, too.

“‘M close, Joel.” You’re clawing at his back now, his finger curling inside you as you bury your face into his neck.

Your hips burn from straddling his wide frame, desperate for a break, but you won’t stop. Not until You’re falling apart for him and he, you.

“I know, sweet girl. Can feel ya. Give it t’me, c’mon.” He groans, fucking up into you. His jaw ticks as his teeth clench, feeling you pulsing around him as you cry out his name in pure bliss. Another orgasm crashes through you, eyes rolling back as your body goes limp on his.

It only takes him a few more thrusts before he’s coming, filling you with everything he has. He moans with every stutter of his hips as his chest heaves up and down, body following suit with yours and going completely limp. He removes his finger from you slowly before you lift yourself off of him, already missing the feeling of being so full.

You stay wrapped up in eachother for a few minutes, giving yourselves the chance to catch your breaths. You kiss his chest repeatedly, placing your hand over his rapidly beating heart.

“I love you. So fucking much, Miller.” You laugh softly, tracing patterns on his chest as your head presses against the solidity of it.

The feeling of his beating heart surges life into you. Knowing that you get to exist at the same time as this gorgeous, loving man is a feeling you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. There really are no words for it, you think. At least not strong enough to describe the feeling.

“I love you too, darlin’. Forever.”

And then you think to yourself, you’d do life over and over again if it meant you got to meet Joel in every single one of them.

i’m such a fucking sap dude. lmfaooo anyway, hope y’all enjoyed <3

tags: @nostalxgic ; @ilovepedro ; @endlessthxxghts ; @punkshort ; @joelsgreys ; @pamasaur ; @cool-iguana ; @joeloverture

[thoughtsonkm]

Mimi-san & Kookoo-san

This photo really fulfills my need for aesthetic shots

This episode (and probably the whole trip) is like the biggest, warmest, lingering hug someone could give you. Not letting go for a long time, until after it's over you're left with a full heart, teary eyes and a sense of unprecedented calmness.

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So no Tokyo for us (as expected). That city really is theirs and theirs ONLY. (I read that ppl saw them with a camera in that ramen shop in Tokyo, so now everyone's thinking of a possible GCF #2 but that would be INSANE)

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Jimin stop ruining the romantic moments JK creates, challenge failed! (he really does live up to the "conceal, don't feel" idea)

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This ritual of Jimin singing Kook's new singles on each trip, is very very cute.

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THE BABIEST OF THEM ALL another bean here⬆️

Did they lowkey have a gentle monster sponsorship? Way to go Jikook 👏🏻👏🏻

I know it's always been Jimin's go to brand for glasses so it feels kinda full circle. He should be some kind of brand ambassador for them.

Oh hello mister 'I can eat yo fingers but not yo potato peel' (I get it tho)

This is the single softest Jikook moment ever!! Period. End of discussion.

Sharing earphones, romantic music, beautiful scenery, calm setting, head on shoulder. - Who says romance is dead? 😭

Not even the background animation can ruin this for me. (ingenious idea nonetheless)

I CANNOT deal with the sweetness of this daughter talk. DO THEY KNOW WE'RE INSANE??

My guy starts talking about a family. The other guy he's gripping tight is already discombobulated, gulping, eyes going left and right lol

Jokes aside he really would be the most gentle, bestest, most caring dad ever 😭 (I promised myself to not get emo during this episode, I'm saving the waterworks for the inevitable last ep.)

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I do remember they (especially Jimin) used to be pretty fluent in japanese so I'm guessing since they haven't done Japan promo since 2021, they forgot a little bit..

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Imagine Jimin in a jazz bar with a 10 year old whiskey in hand, flirting with his bf.. Improv kings!

Happiness looks so good on them.

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I love that from time to time they almost forgot they had a show to shoot. A DAMN JOB to do 😂

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I present you a compilation of Jungkook saying how happy he is, how much he loves it and how good it is, during this episode.

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LOL at them doing the english meme thing. Just two simple guys with ONE BRAINCELL. Looks like one of those random af videos they would watch while learning english.

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Oh yes, we do indeed enjoy y'all gradually getting raggedy and fat 😂😂 He's hilarious, he's on a roll ladies and gents.

Jungkook half wishing they were the same age so they could "twin" even more (I'm sure that would be so convenient for you Jk 👀) as if it's possible for them to be even more on the same wavelength than they already are.

I do feel like in the distant future it would be such a good option for them to transfer and live in Japan cause it does seem like their favourite place in the whole world and the one place they feel themselves the most.

Sapporo in their 40es would be like a little hidden paradise for them to be somewhat free..

(let me dream)

[littlexscarletxwitch]

hii! can i request a florence pugh x reader where the reader and flo are out at a club but have not met before, and then someone tires to make a move on flo that she doesn’t want so the reader protects her? if not that’s okay! :)

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): kinda fluffy, flirty flo and r, protective (more like possessive lol) r, i hate men :)

warning(s): some dude harassing flo, mentions of alcohol, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.2 k

note: So sorry it took me so long to get back to you, nonnie. I really hope you like it, tho I'm not sure if I did you idea justice lol. On the other hand, I fished all of my exams so that means more time to write. Therefore I might update twice a week, or as I keep on finishing up fics. Lots of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The loud music, the low colourful lights and the cold drink in your hands felt like heaven but nothing could compare to those lovely soft green eyes. 

You had been watching her the entire night, unable to take your eyes off of her. The way she would laugh with her friends scrunching her nose, the way she would swing her hips, the way she would gulped down her drink made you all flustered and bothered. Maybe it was just the alcohol but she was really beautiful to look at, so you didn’t mind at all. 

Florence knew you were watching, she could feel your eyes burning holes all over her body. But the thing was that she loved it. She took glances at you as well, when she felt like you were not looking at her. And she was really pleased by the sight: bright smile, kind eyes and lips she would love to taste. 

But neither of you dare to make a move, god only knew why the two of you were being so silly. And so the night went on, the two of you stealing glances at each other, Florence from the middle of the crowd and you from your stool at the bar. It was really stupid, but it also felt like a game, a secret code only the two of you knew about. 

As she took her glass to her lips, her eyes searched for your frame. But as she gulped down the last of her drink, she realised you were nowhere in sight. She frowned, was it over? Did she miss her chance? She should have acted sooner, now all she had was a bitter taste in her mouth and the need to wash it away with some more alcohol.

“I’m going to get a drink,” she said to Ashley, her friend, showing her the empty glass with a fake pout on her lips. 

“Get me something too,” the girl yelled to her friend over the loud music, to which Florence only nodded with a thumb up. 

She made her way to the bar, gently pushing people out of their way and smiling at some of them as she watched them dancing and enjoying themselves. She called a bartender and asked her for an ice-cold martini and a beer for Ashley. As the girl prepared her drink and five more at the same time, Florence felt an unknown presence next to her. The thought of you quickly crossed her mind, so she turned but her smile flattered as she didn’t meet your kind sweet eyes, but a pair of cold blue eyes. 

She pushed down the uneasy feeling growing in her stomach and put on her best fake smile. Sure, it wasn’t who she was expecting but it wasn’t the strangers fault. He didn’t deserve to be treated badly, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Hey,” said the man nodding to her. She cursed herself for getting his attention, he mistook her politeness for flirting.

“Hi,” she went along nevertheless, not wanting to come out as rude. 

And that word was all it took for the man in front of her to start talking nonstop. 

The bartender had already given her the drinks she had asked for and he still kept on talking. Florence had already drunk her martini and he was still talking. She ordered a second martini, the beer going hot beside her as he told her about his amazing job. She couldn’t take it anymore, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. 

You, who had come back from the restroom, had found yourself sitting next to said man. You had heard the same boring talk as Florence, but you didn’t realise it was her until you quickly looked at her. She seemed unease and bored, she was biting her bottom lip and nodding along to whatever he was saying. But her eyes weren’t as shiny as they were before, when she was dancing with her friend, having the time of her life, and smiling at you from time to time. 

“Hey, why don’t we go somewhere more private?” the man said, reaching out for Florence’s hand. She slightly backed up. 

“No, I think I’m good here,” she said as she gently shook her head. 

“Oh, come on,” he insisted. “Let’s have some fun.”

“Thank you, but I’m just fine exactly where I am,” she said harshly, with a tight smile on her lips. She was done being polite. 

“Don’t be a buzzkill. Come on, I promise you’ll have a lovely time,” Florence cringed at his words. 

“I think I should go,” you noticed the worry with a tint of anger in her tone, and you didn’t like that one bit. Especially when the guy just wouldn't take the hint. 

You gulped down the rest of your drink, hoping the alcohol now running through your veins would give you more courage, and hopefully it would help you not think things through or else you feared you would back down. 

You quietly stood up without him noticing, turned to him clearing your throat and spoke up through the loud music. “Oh, there you are, honey!” you plastered your best smile on your face. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” you hugged her, whispering in her ear to play along. 

“Hi, baby. I missed you” she quickly said as she wrapped her arms around you. 

Both of your heartbeats were beating a mile per hour, this was not how either of you would imagine to talk to the other. As Florence placed her head in the crook of your neck, your sweet fresh scent filled her nose, erupting butterflies in her stomach. 

“Baby?” the guy scoffed. “Excuse me. Who are you?” he raised his brows at you. 

“I’m Y/n, her girlfriend ,” you raised your brows back at him, playing the part. “Who the fuck are you?” you said with a fake smile on your lips as you wrapped your arm around Florence's waist. 

“What?” he scoffed again. “This is bullshit,” he shook his head as he walked away from the two of you. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. “Men. Am I right?”

“Tell me about it,” Florence smiled at you. 

“Oh, sorry,” you said as you realised your arm was still looped around her. 

“No worries,” you had just dropped your arm and she was already missing the warmth of your skin. She cleared her throat, pushing away her thoughts. “Thank you for getting me out of that.”

“You’re very welcome,” you couldn't stop the blood rushing to your cheeks as your eyes were fixed on hers. “I, um, I actually wanted to talk to you earlier…”

“You did?” her eyes seemed to light up, but maybe it was just the flashy lights. 

“Yeah! But I… I just thought… I…” you were babbling, a sign of how nervous you were. 

“I wanted to talk to you too,” she quickly chimed in. 

You couldn’t hold back your smile no matter how hard you were trying. “I know you just got out of a messy situation,” she chuckled, and you could have sworn that you felt your heart flutter. “But, um, can I buy you a drink?” you shyly asked her. 

“I would love that,” she responded, mirroring your smile. 

Florence was so mesmerised by you that she hadn't realised that she had completely forgotten about Ashley’s beer. But, oh well, she was sure her friend would understand. After all, a pretty girl saving your ass from a creepy dude wasn’t an everyday thing, and she wasn’t just going to let you go that easily.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[professorspork]

⭐️the triple meet cutes pls >:)

well, here is where the downside of the way I outline -- i.e. putting it directly into the document and then just replacing it with the prose itself as I go -- shows its head, because I'm not sure I can stitch the timeline on this together as perfectly as I'd like. luckily I can for some of it because I narrate the vast majority of my life events to @alexkablob thanks for being my searchable diary pal

lol gonna cut this too bc I AM VERBOSE

the true meet cute was always going to happen at a bar. "My friends are being jerks right now, can I sit with you?" is a line that was actually used on me (collectively, addressed to my friend group) at a bar, and it remains one of the BEST lines I've ever heard (love that poor little meow meow rizz), and it was always going to belong to Yang. I knew they'd begin there, and they'd end at "So you don't date. Do you make friends? I've been told I give great friend."

the question then became: how the fuck was I going to get Blake to go to a bar when I knew she's sober and a total hermit?

I considered her going to see a band she likes play, but didn't love that because it would put Yang in the rude position of interrupting something important that she was there to enjoy. I considered it being an open mic night, maybe something where they had an overlapping friend in common and didn't know it, but again-- that directs the scene, and suddenly it's about their mutual buddy rather than them and their chemistry. I considered several different settings (coffee shop? the park?) instead of a bar, to try and make it read smoother, but bar just Felt Right. as someone who's gone to bars to watch baseball when I didn't have access to cable, that cropped up as an idea, and then it was just a question of coming up with a sporting event Blake would possibly have interest in, and ice skating seemed feasible enough. back when I lived in the East Village, I had a corner bar I'd go to down the block from my place that had amazing fried pickles and I'd often do my homework there before it got busy, so that's where that came from.

the "last ferry out to Menagerie" paragraph, in which Blake recontextualizes and basks in her attraction to Yang after learning she's trans, is hands down the single excerpt I worked hardest on. the first step, as I was drafting it early last august, was coming up with the right metaphor in the first place. I wanted something which would help me avoid it reading like a "well you can always tell with those transes" cringefest

me: so now the thing i'm chewing on is-- is what we talked about before, which is figuring out how to write about blake being attracted to the parts of yang's appearance that are sort of self-evidently trans without it accidentally becoming a weird bioessentialist screed me: the best metaphor i've come up with so far is glasses, like-- like putting on your glasses after cleaning them when they've been smudgy for a week, and you suddenly have this wonderful appreciation for crisp little beautiful details me: but blake does not wear glasses and i'm not enough of a hack to give her glasses JUST FOR THIS (i did consider it) so now i'm trying to think of other ways to talk about that, like-- moment of dawning clarity

(sorry I did not give blake glasses. similarly, this past march while writing the big sex scene in chapter 9 I was like "well yes i'm 123k into this but what if I went through and edited everything to give Blake a nose ring wouldn't that be hot" and alexis talked me out of it so blame her.)

once I came up with the "last ferry" concept ("me, rollerblading down Main Street, AO3: HAVE YOU MARVELED AT THE CELESTIAL BEAUTY OF TRANS PEOPLE TODAY") I worked on those two sentences for over an hour. i am particular about my language and cadence always, but even for me this is uh absurdly excessive. WORTH IT THO, because it's the most important passage in the whole fic. i deleted and rephrased it probably a hundred times, trying to get the right flow, the right lyricism, and crucially not say "stars" 8 different times.

Blake's deep dark secret being that she's a country fan has been baked into this fic's essence from the very beginning; the title, "something wild and unruly," is from a Dixie Chicks song for this reason. IT WILL CONTINUE TO BE RELEVANT, and I had to get it in early.

as I've told several people, the "deck building game" joke also comes directly from my life. Helen and I went to New Jersey last June to do wedding errands -- tastings, fittings, engagement photo shoot -- and while we were there we visited a very cute bar in my hometown as a potential night-before-wedding hangout space. she casually mentioned that her sibling was texting her about... oh gosh, I can't remember the name of it, but I went "what's that?" and she said "a deck-building game" and because I was home, and thus around my mother and how she has HGTV on all the time, instead of oh, like Dominion I went "like a porch?" and then she laughed and laughed and I said "well that's definitely going in the fic."

luckily my wife is used to that, because I stole from our lives a great deal. she first started having car battery trouble in January of 2023, and then we opened up the hood and found scary corrosion and my dad talked me through how to clean that out the way Neptune does. from then on it was sort of floating in the back of my mind that this could be something I used in the story-- Blake's car is 100% based on Helen's car, which she bought at a police auction and clearly had a Rough Backstory-- but it was three weeks later that we finally got tired of jumping it all the time and called AAA. the guy really DID come like 2 minutes after I put the request in on the app, so shockingly Yang's fast turnaround time is actually based on life. and about ten minutes after that happened I declared:

me: no real-life anecdote is ever wasted and this is DEFINITELY happening to blake after she and yang have their meet-cute and it's yang who shows up and has to be like WELL HOW ABOUT THAT SERENDIPITY :D

about three months later I then had my OWN battery troubles, and that's when I went out of my way to ask the tech who came about a million questions about what the multimeter read and how cold crank amp tests worked. I pretty much wrote our conversation verbatim into a note on my phone, which became what Yang said. (the fellow who came then also had a very sharp and snazzy work shirt, and that's when I thought about how cute the little Yang on her breast pocket would be)

only it would be--

Yang

:) okay anyway

I don't know what it is about competent service professionals that make me go "you're Yang Xiao Long actually" but I've done it twice now, with my wedding DJ and with the AAA people

I went back and forth on whether the library meet-cute would come before or after the car scene, but in its earliest incarnation the idea was just that Yang would come up to the circ desk to check something out and oops Blake's standing there. at one point I even considered having Yang ask her out to lunch. once I realized it behooved me to have Yang and Pyrrha already be friends, so Pyrrha could vouch for her, I knew it had to come at the end to tie everything in a bow.

[berylcups]

COULD YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO EITHER A RIZZOTTO with new y/n La squad goals member who is happy go lucky (annoyingly so & loud) and does their best to make everyone happy but is actually very insecure because they have a history of mental abuse and is scared to let people down or have them be mean to them. So they always pretend everything is alright for others sake. 2 maybe, New la squad up member who has a chronic illness but works from the nave because they have a remote stand. And has a lot of days where they try to avoid people and go in and out of their room purposely when no one is around because they don’t want the others to think of them as week when they know they already do from over hearing conversations specifically from Prosciutto. When they accidentally walk into a room when everyone is there and ya know classic turn around their behind me aren’t they troupe and he doesn’t apologize and just states it again infront of them (for like the third time they have herd him say it). They say nothing stand there with tears because this was infront of the whole crew. And then the next day they move out of bace and just do operations from a new remote location because they where such a bother. And ya know no one leaves the mafia without.. . So they just use text or voice chat like before just they don’t talk or use voice to text. Or just type. Ovi x Prosciutto. But I want to see this man get vonerable. And maybe some praise and compliments. Basically he misses them realizes he said this stuff because he couldn’t admit his feelings yatta yatta. And basically big boys up to get them to move back and admit he was wrong. And maybe Pesci says he’s wrong infront of the crew and nocks some sence into him.

Gachhaio (whatever however you type it lol) is paired up with a new member who is skiddish. To loud noises. A suffer to verbal abuse in the past. And it gives them PTSD. Comfort

And last potential one, idk if you write for Pesci alot of people don’t. He is a sweet boy. 🥺 but maybe same new member situation. But y/n is kinda… an air head. With an hour glass figure but chubby for sure. And insecure about it. So when the others hit on her they think they are making fun especially when they are out and Illusio makes a comment about their weight when eating. After he’s tired of hearing Formaggio hit on y/n even through it’s not getting through to them. And for once Pesci stands up to someone(him lol) and says he’s just jealous he can’t get someone as beautiful or something. And than the guys all tease him after that. But y/n thanks him and starts to like him. But what he was saying about Illusio was actually a self reflection. And y/n catches him um… stealing underwear one day. Praise and pervert kink ig idk.

Anyways those are some ideas idk you don’t have to use them lol but I thought it would be cool lol. All Yandere tho please is you use one or all or none idk LMAO 😭 sorry if these where too long or detailed 😭😭😭 it’s been a long day and I’m high lol girl just knows what they want 😭😭😭

Yandere Ghiaccio x Abused! Reader

Hey there! Sorry it took me forever to answer this! I was just trying to figure where to start with what I wanted to do with this! Don’t be sorry, details can be helpful! But I try to do 1 ask at a time since my ADHD brain can only handle that much at a time 😅. ADHD brain go brrrr 🫨

For this ask, I opted to do a yandere ghiaccio x emotionally abused/abandonment issue reader if that’s okay- I figured that would work best with my current skillset since theres a broad spectrum of ptsd symptoms. At least that’s how I have had dealt with it first hand. Either way I hope this is something that you were looking for and I hope you can get some enjoyment out of it! 🥺

Tw: physical abuse, mental abuse, abandonment issues, drugging, kidnapping, hypothermia, unalive mention, SA (mentioned only)

Notes: this gets pretty sad with lots of feels but ends with comfort…. Oh and yandere tropes . Please heed the TWs before reading if you’re in a sad place, your mental health is more important!💜 Beryl

“ Who do you wanna live with y/n-baby? Me and step daddy? Or your deadbeat real dad?” Y/N’s mother chirped as she was going through her belongings to put into another cardboard box. They were moving from _____ all the way to Morioh Japan.

“Uh um…” Y/N had to think about it for a moment. Her mom is blissfully unaware that her stepfather is abusive to her, even though the bruises couldn’t be more obvious. She rubs the sore flesh on her small wrist. “I think I want… to stay with Daddy.”

———-

“Woah kiddo! You wanna stay with ME??? You know I travel a lot and you won’t be able to settle down in a real home like your moms! Besides, what about getting a stable education and group of friends?” He nearly choked to death on his Vietnamese coffee . “Shit I don’t wanna be responsible for Y/N! I kill for a living and they’re gonna get in the way of that!”

Y/N rolls up their sleeves and shows the bruises the stepfather inflicted on them. “ Daddy please… I don’t want to be hit anymore.”

For once in this selfish man’s life, it tugged on his heart strings seeing the deep purple bruises decorate their body. “I guess I have no choice. They’re going to be miserable living under their roof.”

“Alright kiddo… you can come with me.”

They visited places all over the world. Surfing from hotel to hotel.Bangkok, Dandong, Vladivostok, Prague, Abu Dhabi, Paris, and many many others… until they settled into Italy.

———-

For the past 7 years they were in a boarding school

in Italy. Their father saved up some to send them there to get some sense of normalcy. They met after every assignment he had. He was going to be there for their school graduation but… they waited and waited. He never came. No letters, no phone calls, no nothing. Did he move on to a better life without them? Or due to the line of work…did he die? Y/N was devastated. Either way meant heartbreak and Y/N didn’t have the heart to find the answer for closure. A gaping wound that could never heal.

Fast forward to now- Y/N with nowhere left to turn. They join Passione in hopes of making a decent living. They felt their lives were already ruined so what’s there to lose in joining a crime syndicate?

————

So how did it end up like this? Y/N alone in a basement. No windows , no light, no heat. The only thing covering them was their sleeveless top and a pair of shorts. Y/N tried curl up to maintain body heat but a pair of cuffs prevented them from doing so.

“Where am I? What happened?” The thoughts echoed in Y/Ns mind. Then above them they hear footsteps, then the turn of a door knob. The bright light bleeding through the door burns Y/Ns eyes as they squint as they hear someone walking down the steps. From the brief glimpse their silhouette looked very familiar…and then their heart sunk when they heard the voice.

“Well it’s about time you woke up. You really kept me waiting, you know?”

It was Ghiaccio. Their friend, their teammate, the one who they trusted their life with. He kidnapped them.

“Ghiaccio… why?” They said through chattering teeth.

“Why?! What do you mean WHY??? You wouldn’t move in with me! That’s why!” He raised his voice as he took offense to their question.

That’s where the memories began flooding back… They invited him over to discuss their next mission together. They both wanted to be prepared for this particular stand user.

————-

Y/N stood in front of the kitchenette waiting for the kettle to heat up.

Ghiaccio sat on her futon bed watching them as they swayed their hips from side to side, and humming to some unknown tune. It seemed to put him in a trance.

“How many sugars do you want Ghia?” Y/N asked.

Ghiaccio snapped out of it. “ Oh! Uh… 1 is fine.”

“Okay~! 1 sugar for you, and 3 sugars for me!” They poured the tea into 2 equal sized mugs and sat it down on a fold out table in front of him. “ here you go, just the way you like it Ghia ~”

“ thanks… uh. Y/N… doesn’t this place make you feel a bit claustrophobic?” Ghiaccio probed.

“ well it’s not the nicest place but it’s all I can really afford y’know? Especially since the boss is being extra cheap and cutting our pay, I really don’t have a choice.” Y/N said as they blew on their tea to cool it down.

A commotion could be heard from the floor above. It sounds like an argument between a hooker and a pimp.

“ what the hell is that?” Ghiaccio barked .

“ oh calm down. It’s just the neighbors from up stairs. It’s not a big deal.” Y/N said unbothered by the additional noise .

“Y/N look- don’t take this the wrong way but… this place is a fucking dump! This is no place for an AFAB like you!” Ghiaccio confessed bluntly.

“Ugh, again with the way I live. Do we have to always criticize me and my life?! First my accent is too thick, I have poor grammar, now I dress like a slut, or I don’t assimilate to Italian culture, NOW I live in squalor to you?! Is nothing ever good enough for you Ghiaccio?!” Y/N snapped.

“ What?! I said nothing about any of those things! Yes they need improvement but that’s not what I’m talking about right now! I just want you to be somewhere safe! I demand you come move in with me!” He yelled back.

“Move in with YOU??? No way! Not with the way you criticize me! After the way you’ve been treating me lately I wanna be as far from you as possible! Look…I’m gonna take a minute to cool down and freshen up in the bathroom to collect my thoughts kay?”

“Ugh fine. Whatever.” He responded coolly not wanting to escalate the situation further.

“This is unacceptable. They can’t live like this!” Ghiaccio thought angrily. He looked around the small apartment and saw outdated amenities, hand me down furniture and a sad excuse for a bed that he was sitting on that doubled as a couch. The futon was so flattened he could feel the support beams dig straight into his ass! Not to mention the tea tastes like shit! The poor thing can’t get even a nice box of loose leaf tea! What the fuck!

Her tea is unattended and he remembers the sedative he got from Melone. “ Here’s this in case you decide you want to get closer with Y/N.” Melone winked.

He was pissed at the time that he would even dare think that he should drug them! But now…maybe it’s his chance to get what he’s always wanted, and to give them a REAL home . He took the tablet out from his wallet, out of the wrapper and dropped it right into their drink.

“ Are we done arguing about my living situation now? ” Y/N huffed as they came back out folding their arms defensively.

“Look Y/N. You know I’m only looking out for you. I’ll drop it, I know sometimes I can be too harsh.”

Y/N took a sip of their tea and smiled. “Thanks Ghia. I know you mean well. Let’s just pretend this argument never happened and let’s have a good day.”

The whole night seem to become a blur. The last thing they remember is Ghiaccio saying something that he wanted to get off his chest. And then, nothing…

———-

“Gh-Ghiaccio… I have a h-home. I invited you over…rree-remember?” Y/N stuttered from fear and the sudden temperature drop.

“ You call that dingy little studio apartment a home?! No way! I told you that you shouldn’t live there! And it’s in the shitty side of town! What if you get robbed?! Or raped?! Or even worse, killed?!” He questioned ignoring the complete irony that he literally drugged and kidnapped them.

The cold was getting too much to bear. The goosebumps littered the entirety of Y/N skin, and the pain radiated in their hands and feet. They were starting to lose dexterity. Hypothermia was beginning to set in.

“Please Ghiaccio…. Please Stop using white album . I’ll do whatever you say- I’m - I’m ju-just so c-c-cold… I can’t feel my fingers or my toes…”

“I can’t let you leave. You clearly don’t know what’s good for you. You’re so goddamn dense Y/N! Don’t you know that I’ve been looking out for you all this time? I can’t live without you!” He stomped his foot out of frustration.

“I know… and I’m sorry… but Ghiaccio you know I have trouble trusting people right ? You’ll just get tired of me and toss me aside.” They wept.

“ you have the audacity to think I will get TIRED OF YOU ?! For fucks sake Y/N! I’m goddamn obsessed with you!” He couldn’t believe that they were doubting his love. If this wasn’t the very being of his affection he’d strangle them right now.

“Who’s the one who drives you everywhere? Who’s the one who’s always with you on missions? Who’s the one who always makes sure you get home safe? Who’s the one who stands up for you when the guys are being assholes??? All me! You think that’s all just a coincidence? That I’m doing it as just as a friend? Fuck no! I do it because I love you dammit!” He yelled.

His rage just made the room get even colder. Y/N definitely couldn’t feel their hands, they tried to make a fist out of frustration but their hand barely moved. They started to hyperventilate a fog. The tears were slowly starting to solidify on their cheeks.

“Ghiaccio you don’t get it! You dumbass!” They cried from frustration. “My mother never wanted me…My father never wanted me…the people who I thought were my friends didn’t want me, so who the hell wants me??? I don’t even want me! How can I believe you would want me?! It just feels like a sick joke!” They sobbed.

For once in his life, he was at a loss for words. He felt like someone hit him hard in the gut. He knew about their background but didn’t know they felt so low that they didn’t believe that they were going to ever be loved.

“Y/N…Don’t say shit like that.” His voice toned down to almost a whisper. He got down on their level and his features softened as he wiped away the tears.

“ Don’t you know what it feels like to not be loved? I’ve been abandoned and left to fend for myself. I thought about ending my life so many times. But I always push it off another day…in hopes that you’ll change my mind. You always do when we talk. Hehe… when you complain about English and other things it makes me forget about how lonely I am.” Y/N confessed.

“I’m glad you chose to stay. And I want you to stay here. With me. I will go crazy without you.” He hugged them hard, nuzzling his head into their neck.

He felt like he was made of fire, he was so warm. They nuzzled back, returning the affection.

“Can you stop your stand and uncuff me now? I promise I’ll stay.” Y/N pleaded.

He thought about it for a minute as the cold dissipated. “Hmm… okay. As long as you stay here. This is your home now. Anything you need I’ll get it for you. I’m gonna be your provider.” He gave his conditions as he uncuffed them.

“Okay Ghia. It’s set in stone. This is my home now.” They hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

Feeling their cool lips brush up against his cheek caused all the blood flow to go straight to his face.

“Let’s go upstairs and get you warmed up.” He grabbed their hand gently and guided them upstairs to the bedroom where all the comfy blankets were to warm themselves.

“Your room looks so cozy…and messy. Hehe.” Y/N giggled looking at the unmade bed and articles of clothing tossed around the room.

“Uh yeah… I like to keep my house neat but I never bother with my bedroom because I’m the only one who is ever in here. But now that you’re here I should start cleaning up.” He muttered as he scratched the back of his head from embarrassment.

“It’s not a big deal. I can clean up after the both of us. It’s just laundry.” Y/N smiled as they sat down on the bed. “Uh… will you hold me to help me warm back up? My hands and feet stopped hurting but I still have goosebumps…”

“Yeah.” He laid down behind them and nervously wrapped his arms around them. “This help?”

“Yeah. A lot, you’re really warm.” Y/N scooted in closer and closed the gap between them.

“…” they couldn’t look from behind but his face was as red as his glasses. He nuzzled his face into their hair and neck. “I hope you will feel at home here soon. I know it’s not the way that I should have brought you here but I just couldn’t stand seeing you struggle so bad. You’re good at lying and pretending everything is okay and I know when you’re not. You lose the light in your eyes.” He hugged hard like he was afraid of losing them.

“I know… but you know me. Probably more than I know myself. I’m headstrong and never like saying I need help.”

“This is the first time in forever I feel like I’m home. My father used to tell me that the world is our home and there’s so much to look forward to. That used to comfort me…but only for a little. The boarding school was nice but I was the only ____ so it felt kinda lonely. But being in here with you makes me feel a way I never felt before. I feel so safe and fuzzy…especially in your arms. And I know… I can’t take it for granted. Our work makes our future uncertain. So that’s why I’m going to cherish each moment I have with you. All we can do is live each day to the fullest.”

“Good. I’m glad. Because I don’t want to ever lose you. If any bastard even tries to come near you I’m gonna freeze them to death.” He said while yawning.

“Aw you’re making me sleepy… and don’t worry, I only have eyes for you Ghia.” Y/N yawned back.

“Go to sleep Y/N. It’s almost midnight anyway. I’m tired too. If any of the guys tries to bother us now that we’re together… I’m not going hesitate to deck them in the face. Well, good night Y/N.” He pulled the duvet over each other.

“Nighty night Ghia.”

[salty-an-disco]

For ParaCold... Pre-Relationship 6, General 6, General 13, Love 11, Love 13, and/or Domestic Life 12? (Yes I am asking a lot, feel free to only answer one of these if you'd prefer! I just love your thoughts on them always~)

(I freakin' knew you'd come at me with the asking sheet lol /aff /pos)

Ship Questions Redux

Pre-relationship 6. What was their flirting stage like?

Veeeeery awkward. At least from Paranoid's perspective; the moment she started consciously flirting, she felt like a shelf full of glass jars constantly shaking and dropping everything onto the floor. She'd go out of her way to compliment Cold's additions to any convo or their appearance, all while sweating bullets and feeling like a giant fuckin' buffoon.

Cold, meanwhile, never registered anything he did as 'flirting', but when they saw Para actively flirting, it found the sight very amusing, and started going out of its way to compliment her back and even say some suggestive lines (cue Paranoid.exe stopping working and going into overdrive)

General 6. How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?

I mean– we already talked about this at lenght like aikskdmdjdmd

Cold is uniquely equipped to help Paranoid calm her nerves and look at situations with a more pragmatic view, while Para can make Cold consider being less reckless if only for other sakes, how they can read each other, the way their actions often clash but also helps them grow– aaaaaaaagggghhhh

General 13. Which one thinks they aren't good enough for the other, if at all?

Oh, they both have their own form of Imposter Syndrome.

Para knows she can unlikable to others, with how intense and inquisitive she can be, and she knows it's hard to approach her when she's already expecting the worst from others. And that's fine!! She can live like that, it's safer if others don't even try to approach cuz she seems a bit too prickly. And she often wonders if Cold would've felt the same if they weren't born from the same being–

Cold knows it's difficult. Knows others find it unsettling or menacing. And it's fine with that, really, it's a flattery that so many people think of it as an uniquely evil being. And Paranoid is no exception, she was definitely afraid of it in multiple occasions, but she still puts it aside to try and work with them. They're sure she wouldn't want anything to do with it if it didn't insistently follow her and got into her personal space, but it selfishly wants her attention. And if they're evil and scary and dangerous anyway, why bother if it's being a little selfish too?

Love 11. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

I like the idea of Cold calling Para 'Dots' cuz of her plumage patterns. A cuter way to look at the markings that triggers Paranoid so much. She was very taken aback by it when it was first used, but didn't mind it and even came to like it.

I think Para definitely calls Cold some of the many nicknames the others gave her to tease her. 'Cool Guy' is one of her favorites for this. Avoids names like 'heartless' tho, cuz she noticed how those seem to actually get to Cold (it's very subtle, but she learned to read him at this point).

Love 13. How do they make up after an argument? Who is the first to apologize?

Depends on the argument, and how much one was at fault over the other. Para definitely apologizes as soon as she realizes she was being unfair/going a bit too far. Cold doesn't verbally apologize– almost never, but it does change its behavior when they notice how it upsets others and tries to make up for their actions through other ways.

Domestic Life 12. Who likes to dance with, or sing for, the other?

I know many have Cold with good singing voice hcs, but personally, I think he'd rather whistle than sing. And they have a very haunting but weirdly beautiful whistle, and can make many melodies with it. Para finds it weirdly comforting, so Cold will sometimes whistle for her.

[lovableapocalypse]

Lilac Wine | bassist!remus x fem!reader

wc- 2.3k

warnings- swearing, remus being stupid, angst, arguing, smoking

a/n- ik in my last post i said they rarely fought but this will be one of those rare fights... idk why i was craving to write some angst & drama so bad lol. anyway def expect some fluff soon tho!

Everything hurt. Your insides felt leaden and intolerable to your own bodily functions. Maybe you were being dramatic, but it was true. You had rushed from work to surprise the band after their show tonight. They were playing about an hour’s train ride from home so you made the impulsive decision to at least be there for the afterparty. Now you were fully regretting it. 

Sadly with Friday traffic you were later to the party than you’d originally wanted to be. A smile was still plastered to your face upon your entrance, just happy to see Remus again. The venue security was pleasant and you bumped into the boy’s photographer Alice on your way in. 

“Alice!” 

“Oh my God! No one told me you were coming!”, she shouted. She pulled you into a hug and she smelled of white wine and a pretty floral scent. Her cheeks were flushed and she was bright as always. 

“I decided to surprise Remus after work”, you smiled. The place was alive with bodies and sound. Nicotine and weed wafted throughout the place and a heavy pop remix was blasting through the speakers. 

Alice returned your smile and pointed towards the DJ booth. “The boys are over there I think”, she was practically shouting at you and you laughed at her tipsy self. “Thanks!” you returned. 

You moved past her and waved at a few familiar faces you saw. You spotted James first, banging his head behind the booth shouting suggestions at the poor DJ. You laughed at his incoherence and noticed Sirius not far off. He was stood on the other side of the booth, glass raised, nodding his own head along. You still hadn’t spotted Remus, or Peter for that matter. Your gaze spun as you searched the crowd for your boyfriend’s tall figure. 

Your search was cut short by a familiar yell, “No shit!” James shouted. You spun back around laughing, and he made his way over to you. His obnoxious shout had caught Sirius’ attention as well. He smiled and followed his best mate. James leaned down and picked you up into an embrace. A yelp of surprise left you and you held onto him as he spun you around. 

“Thank God you’re here- I’m going mad”, he whispered to you. A small laugh escaped you as he placed your feet back onto solid ground. Sirius moved James out of the way and pulled you into a hug. Your smile grew and you were thankful to see them again. 

“Don’t know how we went this long without you”, Sirius said into your hair. You pulled away, “Please, you two are so dramatic.” 

“It’s true”, James sighed and wrapped his arm around Sirius’ shoulders. They smiled at you and Sirius raised his glass outwards, pointing, “Remus said he was getting a refill at the bar.”

“Thank you”, you smiled sheepishly. Despite knowing the boys for longer than you hadn’t, your relationship with Remus still made you foolish and raised a flush to your cheeks. 

You turned and pushed through the crowd of people to the bar. Remus occupied your gaze. You smiled and stepped forward when a woman approached him and placed a drink in front of him. He smiled his thanks at her and she sat next to him, too comfortably. As if she was resuming a paused conversation. She spoke to him with a large smile upon her face and he was nodding along at her words, sipping from his newly replaced drink. Your first instinct was to think nothing of it, she could be a journalist or an aspiring bass player herself. You were secure in your relationship but that didn’t stop the possessiveness either of you felt from existing. 

She was beautiful. Her blonde shoulder length hair was shiny and neatly styled. Her dress was tight but not revealing and her overall composure oozed confidence. You’re debating approaching when she laughs a bit too loudly and leans into your boyfriend’s space, placing a gentle manicured hand on his bicep. Your eyebrows pinch as you observe the scene unfolding in front of you. 

Remus could be oblivious to people’s attention at times. You’d often come home laughing at the shock on his face when you explained someone was indeed flirting with him earlier. You desperately wanted this to be one of those times, but Remus’ blush was evident and his smile was sheepish- a clear indicator he was being consciously complimented. He continued to nod his head at her words, a small laugh escaping him. 

You felt your jealousy and insecurity flood through you, a lump forming at the back of your throat. You knew nothing would ever come of this conversation, but you were hurt he was even indulging in her at all. Her hand was still rested on his arm, her fingers fiddling with his tee as you so often did. You felt frozen in time. Everyone moving around you, yet you were stuck here watching them. 

As you watched them converse your anger only built. She twisted her body towards him, legs bumping his. He looked away from her, finishing off his drink. You were still unnoticed and your hands were clenched by your sides. You looked away, eyes burning as your feet moved towards the bathrooms. Breathing felt difficult and your vision was becoming more and more obscured from your unshed tears. 

You bumped into a large figure accidentally and they gripped your shoulders. “Woah, what’s happened- why are you upset?” Sirius questioned rapidly. He was always deflecting with sarcasm but when true vulnerability arised he was always there for you. He stared down at you and you felt the first tears slip down your cheeks. “It’s- it’s nothing. I’m just going to leave” you whispered.

“It’s obviously not nothing” 

You shook your head and shut your eyes trying your hardest to hold yourself together. He moved his grip to your arm and looked around the place- searching for an exit. He pulled you along to a side door and out into the chill night. 

“C’mon what’s got you crying, you’ve only just got here”, he soothed. 

You shook your head and released a very unfunny laugh. “It’s stupid, really”, you tried to downplay. Sirius sighed. He knew you were avoiding sharing your feelings. “We’re going to stand here until you say what’s got you crying when you should be having a pleasant night.”

“Remus is sat at the bar with a very beautiful woman. And she’s very clearly flirting with him.” 

Sirius sighed and pulled you into an embrace. “I’m sure he’s oblivious to it as always.” You shook your head against his chest and felt more tears slip down your face, “I thought so too, but he was all flustered and giggly. I mean I could even say he was flirting back.” Sirius rubbed up and down your back and you felt him shake his head. 

“You know he would never do anything, love. He loves you too much. We all do.”

You nodded in agreement, “I know, I just don’t understand why he would even let her flirt in the first place, let alone get in his space as well.”

Sirius pulled away and searched in his pockets pulling out a cigarette. He handed it to you and dug around again for a lighter. “He’s an idiot that’s why” he said as he fished out his light. He lit the smoke for you and you took a large drag. You blew out the smoke looking upwards as you felt your cheeks dry in the crisp air. 

“That was my last smoke, let me go fetch one off James. Don’t move”, he pointed at you. You nodded and heard him move back inside. You smoked and were kicking at the gravel when you heard the door open again. You glanced over your shoulder but didn’t see who you were expecting. You quickly moved your head back around as Remus stepped fully into the back lot of the bar. You tried your best to ignore his presence as you heard him move closer. 

He came into your peripheral as he stood shoulder to shoulder with you. You refused to look at him and you felt that painful lump in your throat return. You looked at the ground again and felt him move his hands into his pockets. 

“Sirius said you were upset”, you felt his eyes on you. You said nothing as you continued to smoke. “When did you get here?” He questioned. “I missed you”, he added. 

“Not much apparently”, you shot back. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His voice rose slightly. 

You put the barley existent cigarette out on the pavement and braved a look at him. “Why don’t you ask the lovely blonde at the bar?”

He sighed and moved his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “You don’t mean that”, he sighed. 

You scoffed, “Yes I do Remus.”

He sighed your name and reached for your arm. You quickly moved out of his grasp and felt the tears build again as you spoke, “Why the hell were you flirting with her? Have you really reached that point of boredom or something?”

“What? No. I- I wasn’t flirting with her. She was at the show and came over to speak to me. That’s it.”

You gave him a bored look, “You weren’t flirting with her? So what exactly was I watching you do back there?” 

“I- we were just talking”, he stuttered. “Why are you reading into this?” He was getting frustrated. 

You two were facing each other now and you could feel the tension growing. “Reading into this? The first thing I see when I come to see you is a woman draped over you playing with your sleeve, getting you drinks, and batting her fucking lashes at you. How am I supposed to read that situation?” 

He scoffs again and looks away from you. “I don’t know what to say here.”

“So you were flirting with her?” You feel the tears leak down without warning. “Why?”

He has the humility to look ashamed as he answers, “I don’t know.” It was practically a whisper. Tears are streaming down your cheeks now and you’re jumping to many conclusions. “Do you always flirt with women when I’m not here?” 

“No, god no.” He shakes his head adamantly. “I don’t. Ask the boys. I don’t know why I did that tonight.”

You let out a small cry and he moves towards you. He hesitates as he reaches for you and grabs your forearm softly. “I don’t”, he reiterates looking into your eyes. 

You’re beyond upset and you can tell he is feeling guilty. His eyes glaze over and his waterline fills as he inhales sharply looking skyward. You feel another surge of anger as you harshly question him again, “So, what? You just wanted to see if you could still pull? Maybe we’ve been together too long. I get it. Something new is enticing, hell, we’ve been together what? Almost 5 years now- maybe we’re too comfortable. If you’re over this just say it.”

You were angry and feeling insecure. Your first instinct was to push him away and give him an out if he was truly feeling doubts in your relationship. You had known each other for nearly 12 years and you knew deep down he would never end your relationship with infidelity, or end it at all. 

“You don’t mean that and you know that’s not true”, a few tears spilled over his cheeks as you looked away from him. A sob escaped your chest as he gripped your arm tighter, pulling you into him. He pressed into you as you cried. “I’m sorry”, he kept whispering into your hair. 

You don’t know how long you stood there upset, but eventually you pulled away. Your eyes were puffy and you moved out of Remus’ grasp and sat on the curb nearby. He followed and sat beside you grabbing your hand in his. 

“I can’t tell you why I let myself flirt with her, but it was meaningless and I’m so sorry. It was stupid and useless.”

He squeezed your hand and you looked over at him, “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know”, he nodded. 

You put your head on his shoulder and exhaled. 

“I would never get bored of you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You closed your eyes. You knew he was being truthful and you knew he made an irrational mistake but you were still hurt. You squeezed his hand and placed your chin on his shoulder. He kissed your temple. 

“Can we please just leave?” You whispered. 

“Yeah, c’mon”, he stood and pulled you up with him. He pulled out his phone and shot a text to the boys and ordered an uber. 

The ride was silent. You gripped each other’s hand, but you stared out the window the whole drive. You quietly made your way to the boy’s hotel and up to Remus’ room. You walked in ahead of him and sat on the end of his bed. Your hands were in your lap as he pulled off his shoes and rubbed his hands through his already messy hair. He sighed and sat beside you. He looked at you and you returned his gaze. 

“Don’t ever do that again. I swear meaningless flirting is not worth this Remus.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“It’s okay, but I want to be able to come see you and not have to question your intentions with people. I haven’t ever felt like I have tonight with us and it was miserable.”

“It was”, he echos. He looks tearfully at you and places a kiss on your forehead. “You mean the world to me, and I mean that wholeheartedly.”

You nod and cup his face in your hands. You search his eyes and rest your forehead against his. He moves closer and places a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you”, he whispers onto your lips, “forever.” 

[potol0ver]

Obey me brother head cannons

Mainly body head cannons (sfw I promise)

Lucifer

He has small scars all over his body that you can’t see unless in certain lightings

He at one point dyed his hair with Mammon, that’s why the tips of his hair are grey

His fingers are calloused because of his music playing, you can’t convince me that he only plays piano or one instrument, he can play a whole orchestra by himself

He’s tense as fuck, he needs to go to a massage parlor with Asmo. Like dude- if you touch his back it’ll feel like concrete.

Mammon

He has an eyebrow piercing, he would get more piercings all over his body but getting the one eyebrow piercing was a hassle bc of his modeling job, it wouldn’t be worth it.

Same with tattoos, I feel like he would get some dynamic thin line tattoos, (ironically) like those succubi tattoos (please tell me you know what I’m talking about) but he doesn’t have any at all just wants one or two

He’s clammy, like really clammy, rivals Levi with that one- both of them are nervous as fuck when mc anyone touches them so, of course, they’re going be sweating

Levi

Forked tongue, of fucking course, he also has a tongue piercing that he got with Mammon when he got his eyebrow piercing

Instead of his pupils dilating like a humans it goes into slits like a snake

He has subtle shiny scale like markings on him that you can’t see unless he’s in certain lightings

He’s lanky af

Cold blooded so if you snuggle with him or sm be prepared bc you’ll need a heat source

Again clammy ass hands, if he passes you a controller you’ll need to wipe it off first from all his hand sweat

Satan

He’s weirdly cold all the time

He’d be littered with moles and beauty marks, not so much that it’ll look like freckles but will just be everywhere

He’d have small indents on his nose bridge from his reading glasses

He’d also have callouses on his fingers from where his book rests on them

Gets paper cuts more than he’d like to admit

Asmo

He has rosacea, he doesn’t mind it tho since it’s “free blush”

He also has a couple of beauty marks, more abundant but still there, he’d like them and definitely works them into outfits when he can

This motherfucker has an hourglass shape, you know he does

He gets burned in the sun very easily

He also dyed his hair with Mammon and Lucifer but he liked how the pink tips looked so he keeps up with it now

Beel

Freckles, I mean, FRECKLES- everywhere, they’re not too heavy on his face but his chest and shoulders are heavily riddled in them

He has stretch marks from working out and gaining muscle fast. Shoulders, inside of elbows, thighs, etc.

He constantly has food in the corner of his mouth, so please when you kiss him clean his mouth first lol

His hands have seen wear and tear, constantly gets little cuts/bruises on them he doesn’t notice

He also runs into things and doesn’t notice until he sees tiny bruises on his legs and wonders “where did I get that?”

He also has a matching birthmark with Belphie somewhere on his leg.

Belphie

He also has freckles but isn’t that noticeable

He also has an eyebrow piercing got it before Mammon tho-

This man is skinny af

He also has a matching birthmark with Beel somewhere on his leg.

He tried doing his own hair dye job watching a video on YouTube, you know for a fact it was a video made by a scene kid

He’s scene/emo but doesn’t put in the work for the clothes bc that’s to much work and it’s not comfortable to sleep in

[yourimagines]

Nate x reader someone's messes with her on like the city bus Nate tells the guy to pretty much fuck off they fall in love lol thanks🖤

Hope it’s good enough, also have a happy New Year and all the best wishes for 2024 🥂

Strangers

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, little bit of angst, violence and fluff

Y/N POV

It was raining as I quickly run to the bus stop. There was a group of guys waiting, laughing and stuff as they stood under the glass roof from the bus stop. ‘Great, they don’t look very nice.’ I stopped and waisted for the bus in the rain, an other guy stood close by, he was wearing a black hoodie, a black cap and he had his hands tucked in his hoodie. “We don’t bite babe.” One of those lousy guys said to me while laughing. ‘Don’t react to them.’ I tucked my hands away in my jacket and the good looking guy was looking at them. “Motherfuckers.” He mumbled as he briefly looked at me. I immediately looked away, looking at the road, waiting for the bus to arrive.

Nate POV

Those fuckers were laughing, cat calling her as she moved a bit away from them. She looks so innocent with her rosy cheeks from the cold, her plump lips, slightly shivering and her jacket that was completely wet as she had her hood up, protecting her hair. The bus stopped and I walked up, letting her go first as those freaks stood behind me. She gave me a small smile and gets in. ‘Her smile is beautiful.’ I followed her, sitting next to her as those guys sat on the other row, still whistling at her. “Can you stop?” I turned my upper body a bit to face them. “Who us? Nah how can you stop for a woman like that.” She looked away, looking outside at the road. I took my cap off and went with my hand over my head, clearly starting to loose my patience. “I’m not going to ask you again, leave her the fuck alone.” One of the guys laughed. “What are you going to do about it tuff guy.” I shook my head. “Unbelievable.” I mumbled. “I wouldn’t dare to fight him tho, he’s Nate Diaz.” A younger guy in front of them said that with a smile on his face. They all looked at me, taking a good look. One of them awkwardly smiled. “It was just a joke man…” he knew. “Miss..? I’m sorry alright, it was just a joke.” He said as the others stood up and moved away. She just looked at them, clearly not impressed. “Well? Fuck off.” I said to the last one as he hurried away to his friends.

Y/N POV

I looked at the good looking stranger next to me. “I’m sorry, I never told you my name. I’m Nate.” He had a small smile on his face as he reached his hand out to me. I smiled and took his hand. “Hi, I’m y/n.” he mumbled softly my name, smiling as I smiled back at him. “I’m sorry, it’s very rude of me.” I pushed my hood off, revealing my face a bit more. “Also thank you for helping me out. I can defend myself but not 6 guys who are way taller than me.” He just smiles, nodding as I was rambling. “No problem.” I smiled and looked down at my hands. ‘I’m so cold tho.’ I tried to warm up my hands by rubbing them. “You’re still shivering, come here.” He lay his arm on the back of my chair, signalling me to come closer to him. “You sure?” I asked with a blush on my face. He nods and I carefully leaned into him. His hoodie was a bit damp but better than nothing. “Let me warm your hands.” He took them carefully into his warm, larger hands. He softly rubbed them and looked down at me. “How are they so cold? They are freezing.” I giggled and shrugged my shoulders. “They are always cold, I’m used to it.”

My stop was next so I pressed the stop button. “Sorry this is my stop.” Nate stood up, making some room for me to get up. “Are you sure you want to walk alone?” “Yeah I’m sure, thank you for your company.” He smiles. “No problem, I liked it. I hope we can meet each other more often…” I blushed and nodded. “You want my number?” I asked shyly, He nods and gave me his phone. I typed in my number as he held me steady as the bus was still moving. “Here, I hope we meet each other more often then.” He grabbed his phone and smiled. We both looked at each other, totally in love. The bus stopped suddenly and I fell against his chest. “I’m sorry.” I giggled while my cheeks where heating up. “No worries.” He said softly. “I really need to go, I’ll wait for your text.” I gave him a tiny kiss on his cheek and walked to the exit doors. “Don’t worry I will.” I waved at him and left the bus as I put my hood on as it was still raining. ‘I think I just fell in love with a stranger.’

Nate POV

She left the bus and I sat down, immediately texting her.

Me: hi, Can I ask you out on proper a date. I promise no busses and no rain. From Nate your bus buddy

I looked outside, smiling to myself. ‘I just fell in love with a stranger….and I missed my bus stop an half hour ago…’ I quickly grabbed my phone to call Chris to ask him to pick me up, from the train station as the bus stopped at his final destination. “Hey Chris, can you pick me up…yeah at the train station… I’ll tell you everything when you’re here….” I asked as I stepped out of the bus, smiling like an idiot.

[aquateenpatrolsomethingshowshow]

ok so i dont feel like doing a full on review of the new episode so im just gonna make bullet points of the high lights and things that stuck out to me lmao

((contents spoilers below))

• still love that intro its so fucking awesome

• still loving the upgraded animation its so fluent and beautiful but still maintains that classic “aqua teen” look

• ok but shake is kinda hot in that outfit ngl

• shake looks like literally every millennial in my town and especially the ones that go to the coffee shops in my area lol

• MEATWAD IN THE FUCKING HIGH CHAIR IM CRYING

• “its spelled with a g cuz disney owns it” 💀💀

• “hoverboard” and its the fucking roomba 💀

• this is literally clone high istg with the self aware roombas istg /j

• all the robots had little hands that kinda looked like shakes thats so cute

• his whole rant about drinking the cream had me dead

• “its an easy fix tanner” BFNFCFNGFVX bro has beef with tanner lmao

• “master shaken not stirred” ok but that cream work was fucking bad ass

• bro literally had robots write his movie for him thats literally what it felt like when i would be paired with ppl for school projects and i had to do all the work for them but they still take credit for it 😭💀🙄

• DAMN BRO chill out with the coffee

• “script title” thats so shake

• bro literally just called his characters “boy 1” and “boy 2” 😭😭

• “i dont drink coffee its makes me uhh..” IT MAKES YOU WHAT FRYLOCK?!?! • oh hi theres more robots

• MEATWAD HANGING OUT WITH THE ROBOTS THATS SO CUTE TWO OF MY FAV THINGS TOGETHER AND THE SIPPING AND SWIRLING THE COFFEE AROUND MOTIONS WERE SO CUTE TF

• “a relationship of a gummy bear and candy cane” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

• THE MICHAEL CAINE ROBOT IS SO CUTE I LOVE HIM HIS LITTLE GLASSES AND ACCENT I CANT

• “the movie” at carls 🙄🙄🙄

• MEATWAD COVERING HIS EYES CUZ HES NOT ALLOWED TO SEE THAT STUFF 🥺🥺🥺 ARE THEY TRYING TO MAKE ME GET EMOTIONAL OVER HIM?!?! /nm ((love the nod/continuity of meatwad not being able to see that type of stuff tho))

• MOVIE TIME

• WHY DOES THE MOVIE LOOK LIKE THOSE OLD QUIZNOS COMMERCIALS HELP YALL KNOW WHICH ONES I MEAN 💀💀💀

• LOOK AT MEATWAD HES SHIELDING HIS EYES AGAIN HES SO PRECIOUS I CANT

• “easy with the hands love” 💀💀💀 I LOVE THAT HE CALLS EVERYONE LOVE CUZ HES BRI’ISH

• WHERE DID FRYLOCK GET THE MONEY TO GET A LITERAL IPHONE FUCKING 15?! DAMN BRO

• NO WAY YALL THEY GOT A ROBOT OF THE GUY FROM THE WEAPON OF CHOICE MUSIC VIDEO 😱😱😱 ((/t ik its christopher walken lol))

• HOLY SHIT IS THAT MR FUCKING BUTLERTRON I CANT BELIEVE THEY PUT MR B FROM THE HIT SERIES CLONE HIGH IN ATHF 😱😱😱 /j

• “and michael richards” THE MICHAEL RICHARDS??? COSMO KRAMER MICHAEL RICHARDS?!?!

• “now i can make toast in another city” said no one ever AND BOI WHERE YOU GOING ANYWAY YOURE POOR

• HOW DARE YOU DENY THE BABEY BOY TOAST

• bro literally just killed all the robots 0s and 1s are like robot poison lol

• classic athf to just blow up the house lmao

• DAMN THAT LEAF TRANSITION WAS SO GOOD AND PRETTY

• “sticks and hicks” lmao

• it looks so peaceful up there kinda reminds me of that one og emma chamberlain video where her and her dad go to her grandparents house in the literal woods lmao

• “read some books, play some board games, make some s’mores” that sounds so cozy and im just picturing them all doing that and its so cute

• “no wifi? im going back to the robots” thats an honest to god mood

• IS THIS THE FUCKING TRANSFORMERS?! /j

AND SCENE

ngl the most recent episode wasnt the best out of the 3 so far tbh but it wasnt horrible probably give it like a 6 or 7 out of 10 i also like how they do the credits over the episode it gives them more of the episode to do but also ends in a way thats still very “aqua teen” if that makes sense

also wish they did more with them out in the country and like maybe doing something at a regular cabin instead of the robot in disguise ((which ik was the joke/point of how it ended)) but still that wouldve been really wholesome

[alpacahat67]

Stupid Shit I've Done/Still Do as TWST Characters

Not an original idea. But I forgot who originally posted this LOL so if you know please please please tell me so I can add it because I can't find the post!

Riddle: Showed a 7th grader his 101% in ELA after the 7th grader called him dumb (in response to HIM calling THE 7TH GRADER DUMB) just to flex

Trey: Once fell asleep on a bus with his head against the window. He woke up and one of the lenses of his glasses was beside him in the seat. He doesn't know what happened or how it got there.

Cater: The only surefire way he's found to motivate himself to drink water was to buy the biggest, most OBNOXIOUS water bottle he could find and just keep it by his bed.

Ace: Watched someone steal the person sitting across from him's gum wrapper and then played dumb when said person was looking all over for the stupid thing.

Deuce: Checks those stupid bubble sheets teachers give him 50 times over just to REALLY make sure that he won't fail. Also can't multiply or divide on paper at all. It's mental math, a calculator, or nothing.

Leona: Once slept 12 hours consecutively and is 90% sure that he stayed awake for another 2 hours before just going back to sleep again.

Ruggie: Picked up a random ass ring off the ground of the hallway. Put it in his pocket. Never wore it, it's still in that pocket.

Jack: Mediocre at checkers, but refuses to learn chess. His friends keep pressuring him to learn chess but he says "not until you learn checkers" and none of them want to learn checkers.

Azul: Once agreed to cashapp someone $4 in exchange for 3 REAL dollars solely because he understood and respected the grindset that the person had going on. Profit.

Floyd: Eats candle wax. For fun. Just little tiny bits of it tho.

Jade: Got bored and decided to set shit on fire with a candle. Almost burned his room down with a candle and a dumdum wrapper.

Kalim: Called treble clef bass clef with FULL CONFIDENCE. OUT LOUD.

Jamil: Had a solitaire phase. Is actually very good at solitaire now.

Vil: Now has an embarrassing amount of beauty blenders/makeup sponges because he had his old one, and then he bought a shit ton, and then was given another as a gift and now he has too many and can't use all of them.

Rook: Cultivated a grandma army on cookie clicker that he's still growing.

Epel: Frequently swam in a creek when he was younger. That wasn't uncommon despite not being an ADVERTISED SWIMMING SPOT back then but now you aren't allowed to swim there, and it makes him wonder what was in that water.

Idia: Still petty to this day because he competed in this stupid writing thing and after winning 3rd place he got his score sheet from all the judges back and this one judge TORE INTO HIM and said he "straddled the fence" with his opinion and then the judge wrote "good word choice." He doesn't know how he "straddled the fence" because he very clearly stated his opinion IN THE THESIS OF HIS ARGUMENTATIVE ESSAY and thus is pissed.

Ortho: Idia accidentally hit him in the face with a soccer ball and he cried. (How did he cry he's a robot? Don't know. All I know is my uncle kicked a ball at me and I started sobbing.)

Malleus: Was once brought to Buc-ee's at 11 PM at night (I'm not sure what the context would've been for Malleus but for ME this was DIRECTLY AFTER A MARCHING BAND COMPETITION and I was actually exhausted and confused). He was very sleep deprived and terrified of this giant gas station. Made the decision to hate it.

Lilia: Has 900+ hours on the Sims 3. Is not ashamed.

Sebek: Was an avid Wings of Fire reader until 5th grade

Silver: Was looking directly up when a can of spray paint toppled off a shelf and hit him in the eye. Ow.

[yumeasmrscript]

[Part1] [M4A] The Wizard rescues you after you tried to steal from him [Fantasy] [Neko listener] [Hurt Listener] [Selfless speaker] [Strangers to ?]

Author notes: Hi everyone! This is my first ASMR script, and I would really appreciate some feedback, as this is not what I usually write, but I wanted to try it! (Please be kind tho lol). Another thing: English is not my first language, so I’m very sorry if you find some mistakes or things that just seems… weird, you know? So, to the actors that would like to use this, feel free to edit it to fix anything that doesn’t sound grammatically correct. I did my best, but I want to improve, so if that happens, feel free to let me know what needed to be fixed, so I can do a better job next time. Also, please credit me if you use it and let me know, I’d love to hear it! It is okay to monetize with the script! That’s all I wanted to say, hope you will enjoy this <3

Summary: The Wizard (Speaker), realized that he missed an ingredient for his potions: a particular flower that only blooms at night, with the full moon. He decides to go out to look for it in the nearest woods, and while he search for it, Listener steal his bag. The Wizard chases them, but finds them nearby, injured, and confused to see that the cat that stole the bag, is now half-human.

This is part 1 of a small series that, I think, should be around 7-8 parts in total. I'll try to update all parts as soon as possible!

[Action/things happening/sounds] *Moods* Thinking

__________

[Bubble sounds]

*Talking quietly, concentrated* …Then I add a little bit of this, and…

[wait a few seconds and the bubbles stops]

*Frustrated* Oh, great! Another potion wasted. Sigh… What went wrong this time? It shouldn’t have been of that… dark red color, but a glowing white. Ugh, let me check again the recipe.

[Walking steps, pages of book being turned]

Oh… Oh! I see, I see. I shouldn’t have used the firefly rose for this, but the moonlight rose. Yeah, that makes sense, how could I forget? What kind of sleeping potion would that be without THAT flower? Sigh, I really need to get better at this. If I want to really make a living out of this, I can’t just… training on spells alone. Potions needs practice too. And that client needs it for tomorrow…

[Small sound of book being closed]

*Energetic* All right! Let’s get back to work. I’ll get this done, and then I’ll finally go to sleep.

[Walking steps, sounds of glass bottles]

...Huh?

[More sounds of glass, faster]

*Worried* No. No, no, no. Wait. Don’t tell me… Ugh, I can’t believe this! Did I really have to run out of the moonlight rose extract tonight of all nights?

*Dismayed* Oh come on… how am I going to finish the sleeping potion now? I can’t believe it, what am I going to do? Sigh…

[Walking steps]

*Realization* Wait a moment, tonight is… oh, yes! Yes! There’s the full moon tonight, the moonlight rose must be blooming right now! I can still make it.

[Sound of coat being put on]

*Determined* All right! I guess I might have to sacrifice my sleep for tonight in order to finish this potion… but that’s what happens when you forget to refill your ingredients. I’ll get some rest in the morning. For now, I’ll just go and gather a bunch of moonlight roses. Coat on, keys, bag… and a knife, just in case. You never know what may be out there, and spells could not be quick enough.

[Walking steps, door opening and closing]

[Wind blowing]

*Shivering* Brr, that’s a cold night. Winter really is around the corner, huh? Anyway… let’s get this done. The moonlight rose should be growing in those woods…

[Walking steps on grass, for a few seconds]

Here they are. Those are really beautiful flowers. Even in a cold weather like this they manage to bloom, just thanks to the full moon shining its light on them.

[Bag falling on the ground, sound of picking up flowers/grass]

One, two, three… and there are more over there…

[Walking steps on grass, but quieter]

*Confused* Wait a moment… that sound… am I not the only one here?

[More walking steps on grass]

*Slightly worried* Shoot, there’s definitely someone else. But those steps… it didn’t sound like they were human steps. They were more… quiet. Could that be some kind of wild animal? I mean, I’m in the woods after all. That would be normal.

Well, anyway, I gathered enough moonlight rose, I’ll just go back and get the job done.

[Wizard’s walking footsteps]

*Quietly* Okay, I’ll just put these in my bag. I should have left it the-

[Fast steps on grass]

Was that… a cat?! Hey! *Screaming* HEY! COME BACK HERE!

[Running sound on grass, Wizard has short breath because of the run]

You… thief…! Give me back… my bag!

[Bushes/leaves sounds, running sound stops]

*Panting* Hey… stop…!

*Catching breath* Oh well… and in the bush it disappear. Sigh, at least I didn’t have anything important in there. It just sucks having to bring all of these flowers on my hands but-

[Pause]

*Confused* Was that sound… coming from behind that bush?

[Walking steps, sound of leaves moving]

*Quietly* That sounded like… a groan…? But not a sound that a cat would make… What the…

[Sound of leaves moving again]

OUCH! My hand! *Angry* What the hell?! Why would you scratch me?! Jeez, I’m the one who should be upset here, not you thief!

[Pause, wind blowing]

*Confused* What… who… who are you? Where’s the ca- oh. Oh!

Those… ears, certainly those are not human ears, and neither are the nails who scratched me, but… who is this person? They’re… really cute, though. I can only see their head from here, I guess I’ll just go around the bush.

[Walking steps, going around the bush]

*Annoyed* ...What do you mean “stay away”?! Why would I want to stay away? You stole my bag! Give it back and-

[Small pause]

*Confused* ...huh? What- WHAT-

*Embarrassed* WHERE THE HELL ARE YOUR CLOTHES?! Urgh, h-here, I turned around, I swear I didn’t see anything! Your tail was covering anything that wasn’t supposed to be seen. I, uuuh… take this, I can let you borrow my coat for now. It’s way too cold, and being without clothes like that it’s a very great way to get sick.

[Clothing moving sounds]

Could it be that… that cat was actually this person? I mean… they have cat ears, a big fluffy cat tail… I think I’ve seen sharp teeth too, in addition to their nails that look more like claws.

Oh, they finished putting my coat on. The irony. Maybe I’m just dumb- now they could run away with both my bag AND coat. But… how could I leave someone without anything on in this cold weather? Plus… they’re still here.

Sigh… Well, aren’t you running away with my bag anymore? Changed your mind about stealing other people’s stuff?

*slighty annoyed* What, are you staying silent now? You stay there, in my coat, holding tightly to my bag, you scratched me, and you’re not even saying a word?

Well, “staying away” it’s not an option here. Not when you have things that belongs to me.

Sigh, listen, I have work to do. And just to let you know, that bag’s purpose is to only carry these flowers, so… if you wanted money or whatever, you’re not going to find them there. Let’s get this over so we can go back doing what we were doing before… all of this.

*Surprised* Oh, you didn’t want money? What was it that you wanted then?

...Food? Are you… hungry?

*small laugh* And here I thought that cats were unerring predators.

Huh? What do you mean you’re not really a cat? Oh, I highly dobut my eyes were playing pranks on me, I clearly saw a cat stealing that bag and, for some reason, a human with some clear cat features is now holding on that same bag.

*Slightly annoyed* Yeah, yeah, that’s not my buisness. I might assume you just... shapeshift or something like that.

Still silent? All right, all right, you don’t have to give me an explanation about that, for now. Jeez…

[Pause]

*Calm* Sigh, I may be annoyed that you stole something from me, but you can still give it back. And, if you do, I’ll get past that. But… Okay, first of all, why did you stop here? You were way faster than me, you could have easily gotten away with your robbery.

*slightly worried* You… got hurt? You mean, while running away?

Oh, so you were already wounded before. How did that-

*Resigned* Sigh, okay, not of my buisness either. Well, I’m pretty sure that it’s not that easy to hunt while being hurt, is it? It would make sense to just… try to steal food instead.

*Gentle* Well, I think I can forgive you. It’s not like you can really get away with that robbery after all. So… can I see your wound? Maybe I can help you.

Why would I want to help a thief, you say? Because first thing, at the end, I’ll still get my things back one way or another, so it’s like the robbering thing didn’t even happen. Second thing, that’s something anyone would do. Helping someone in need when they have the chance to do so, I mean.

*Offended* Hey, don’t give me that suspicious look!

*Calm* Oh… is that because of this? My knife?

No, I was not lying! This was only for emergency if I needed to defend myself!

Yes, you did scratch me, but I guess… that was your way of defending yourself, am I right?

*Gentle* Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. And if you tried to steal from me because of hunger, I can’t really blame you. If you scratced me because you were scared, again, I wouldn’t blame you either. So, can you please relax and just… let me help you? Please? It costs me nothing to give you a hand if you’re in need.

No, I have no intention of putting you in debt to me. Does it sound that weird that I don’t have ulterior motives? You can trust me. I know we’re strangers, but… Okay, let’s put it like this. If I wanted to hurt you, would I have lent you my coat?

Exactly. So, please, can you trust me just like I’m trusting you now?

They’re looking away… are they… blushing?

*Relaxed sigh* Okay, good. Now, let me see your wound.

[Grass sound]

*Calm* All right, so… the right leg.

*Worried* Woah, that looks bad! How did you get a wound like this?! It… looks infected too... This needs to be treated as soon as possible, you can’t leave it like this. I… should have all that is needed to treat it at home. Can you stand? Here, grab my arm if you need it. You can lean on me.

[Pause, grass sound while moving]

Your body feels… warm. Could it be that you have a fever because of the wound? Hmm, let’s get back quickly. I mean, as quickly as you possibly can in this condition.

[Footsteps sounds]

*small laugh* Oh, now you’re giving me back the bag?

And… you’re… sorry for scratching me?

*Gentle* Hey, it’s okay. I’ll treat my wound too when we get back.

[Pause]

*small laugh* You’re welcome, kitty. ...Are you blushing? Hey, hey! Don’t try to scratch me again! I just want to remind you that you don’t have the strength to walk on your own right now, so behave yourself!

[Pause]

Don’t worry, my house is not far. And, since you’re hungry, after I’ll treat your wounds, I’ll give you something to eat. See? There was no need to steal.

*Sad* Well… you’re right. You couldn’t have known that. I guess…past bad experience?

I figured.

Huh? What can you do return the favor? If you want to, but you don’t need to, we’ll think about that later, it’s not that important right now.

...Oh, wait.

*Upset* The flowers! I forgot the moonlight rose! Urgh, Now I can’t finish the pot-

*Calm* Huh? You took some while I was checking your wound? Well, that was smooth, I didn’t see it. I thought you were done with stealing stuff.

*Laughing* You’re right, it doesn’t make sense to steal something you could find near you. Well, thank you for grabbing some for me, at least I’ll be able to finish the potion with that ingredient.

Me? Oh, I’m a wizard. But… it’s not that long that I started practicing magic, I still have a lot to learn. But here, near town, I’m the only one who can use magic, and people count on me, so... I really need to improve.

*curious* Hm? Did you want to say something? I think I saw you opening your mouth...

[small pause]

No? Oh, all right then.

[pause]

*Gentle* We’re almost home, hold on just for a little longer.

[Footsteps sound fading]

[anosci]

(302-317 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22])

names and thoughts below cut

302/ Protohype - Puppy Crew (2016) one of those albums that doesnt quite hit with me, today, in 2023. mostly. "100" hits a groove just enough for me to jam B) "Dubs & 50's" is fun too

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303/ VA - Various V (2023) acid label, bleep vibes :D "To Create Is To Live Twice" has a really nostalgic sound to it, for me anyway. uziq plus some british acid ykno? immediately a big fav. the more pure acid stuff doesn't quite vibe with me this time, except "zAVONDJE 303".

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304/ Towa Tei - ZOUNDTRACKS (2023) a surprisingly soft and cute sound. chopped bossa or something? short but sweet fav with "ANANAS" like an intermission between heavier funk. …if not softer, like "AMIKO" or even "OPEN"

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305/ Conforce - North To South Part 1 & 2 (2016) a kind of mixed bag for my tastes, despite its cohesion. "Eclipse" i like this the most, EXCEPT that clap. calm down lol "TKY" is 2ndfav tho i kinda wish the bass were more established (longer tail) also: "Reverse". hits good

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306/ VA - IT'S ALL OR MUFFIN!!!11! XD SQUEE!11!! (2023) whoops i missed this anyway, my favs: "RIPJMAN" i emember :') "Shattered Splinters of Memries Past" kind of a mess but a nice one "WHERE'S MY MAIL" much love for fooz's dist beat sensibilities "WiERDO RAVE ViRUS!!" yeah!!!!

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307/ MPU420 - BPM1 (2023) i was excitedly bracing for some lush bocscapes but got some banger analogue synthjams instead. apparently mpu420 != mpu101. lol. anyway. extremely solid beats if you like your circuitry.

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308/ Xilent - Your System Remix EP (2016) another older 4track wob EP that's exactly glass half full. the two tracks i dig: "Next Time (Far Too Loud Remix)" this is gross. i love it. "Reborn VIP" im a sucker for loud midtempo. this hits right.

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309/ VA - Chronicles of Time (2016) huge bag. im just gonna list my top 3: "Green Memories" man that's a good jazzyprog rendition. lush acc. "Where The Monsters Hide" a really nice take on an understated track! "The Brink" beautiful rendition of a beautiful tune

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310/ (music compo from qbparty 2023) 'salrite. gotta say that "Hungary" is great tho. deserved winner. it's kinda cheesed as a mod file but the result bangs so hey ok

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311/ litmus* - ルミちゃんなでなで (2023) fun dance candy selection. intro track: man i could go without the vocals but. i love those wobs. it'd be an EASY highlight if not for that :| "Lonely Dog" second fav, also by a wide margin. "Nostalgia 13" is funny bc accurate title lol

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312/ Captive Portal - Toy Sounds Vol. 2 (2023) its alright. it doesn't really capture me specifically, but it's hard to not admire the hand crafted feel within. "Can't Read Cursive" is the highlight for me. its a clubby texture but filtered through… something, lol.

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313/ (all music entries from Nova 2023) i do appreciate some of the oddities in here, but not much is rly speaking to me tbh… except "super waterworld". its 2 cute. it won my heart.

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314/ (all music entries from Black Valley 2023) p nice selection! "Eternal Sunspots Of The Childlike Mind" shouldve nabbed 1st in streaming imo! same for "Her name was Holly Schiiet" in chip! delicious rez! in fact i think thats my fav entry of all of the tunes

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315/ (all music entries from Evoke 2023) a so-so collection to my taste. but then "Outsider charge" feels modular in a way that kinda vibes with me?? lol idk "Stratospheric" stands out as my fav from this selection

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316/ (all music entries from Xenium 2023) all over the place etc "sparkling pantograp" has a fun crinkly laser sound i cant help but admire the entire exemzk compo is shockingly good!!! less impressed with the streamed compo but "Sliced Thoughts" do slap.

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[weltonreject]

hi !! super late bc i never refresh my dash so i just saw the ask game thing BUT,

1. i hope you are doing well it's been a while !!

2. i went to meet my advisor for my masters starting in the fall last week and she was soo sweet and helpful, im going to be doing research with figurative language which i'm SO excited for i have a lot of reading to do to figure out what exactly i'll be looking into but i'm excited !!

3. i have pottery class tonight, it is my second last class of a 2 month course but i'm really excited, i made a soap dish last week, this week i'm going to attempt some kind of mug or maybe shot glasses ?? we shall see what happens tho haha

4. i have become fully obsessed with the album "under the new light" by maia friedman over the last couple of days it was the only thing i listened to all day at work today lol, what have you been listening to recently ?? i will need more new music soon so i don't get tired of the one album i'm listening to right now lol

i hope u have a great evening and week !! <33 egr

omg it has been a while! what a nice surprise thank you for sending this update i love it! i am so so thrilled for you and your masters program. that's so exciting and i hope you get lost in the research and reading and just feel pure joy. like you're finding things in those pages that no one else has. that you feel like you've caught a thread in the legacy of literature that is just yours-- you're the first to find and pull it. god speed (but you're going to do amazing, i just know it).

and as if you weren't doing the most: pottery?? that's so gd cool too. would literally kill for that specific soap dish i love that i bet it looks so cool-- did you glaze it with a color or just leave it? also, with that: if you do make a shot glass.... paint the bottom of one cobalt for me.

i bookmarked that album i'll have to give it a listen thank you! i'm in a bit of a rut with music lately. not that i'm not enjoying myself but every time i go for that same playlist i'm like... bitch come on PICK SOMETHING ELSE. but it instantly picks up my mood so i will not be stopping until my spotify wrapped embarrasses me. that is to say, it's been a lot of albums from when i was a teenager: infinity on high, believers never die, i like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it, hello nasty, days are gone, dare to be stupid...

i hope you have a great week love (and re: your other ask enjoy your blueberry cake)!

[pixerpinecone]

Here’s some fanart I made for 4D Miner!