#WHO WAS IT MADE FORRRR

[oblivioustoast]

holy crap someone bought some of my original stuff off my redbubble🥲

this might literally be the first time that’s ever happened

[sincerelyrki]

ITS YOU ITS YOU ITS ALL FOR YOU EVERYTHING I DO IS ALL FOR YOU 😭😭😭😭 I TELL YOU ALL THE TIME HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

u can’t tell me video games wasn’t made for sunghoon, it’s literally HIM !!!!

me n him (he’s so pretty in pink)💋

[katiekatdragon27]

Hey. Hey, guys. You'll never guess what I've been drawing.

Glisten: ...??

Glisten and his lame ass boyfriends!!!!!! Cheers to art dumps <3

[CW: SUGGESTIVE JOKE] More doodles below cut:

So! I know most of you come for the shinyshrimp stuff (WHICH WE WILL GET TO) but let me yap about Glisten and Razzle for a bit.

I LOVE YOU GLITTERMASK THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU GLITTERMASK-

Glisten and Razzle got together like 3 months after Glisten and Boxten broke up. Razzle never really looked to Glisten that much outside of acquaintances (cuz he was kinda sorta lowkey jealous of Glisten's charisma and stage-presence). In fact, they were much more focused on Vee and maybe possibly had a crush on her, which is really funny in hindsight with Dazzle lol. However, after learning that Vee was a lesbian/being very rudely rejected by her, Razzle found comfort in Glisten and fell head-over-heels almost immediately.

The only problem is, Razzle has -10000 aura. His ass cannot be flirty or cool-charismatic at all.

Glisten: What do you do when you aren't distracting? Razzle: (Glisten likes mysterious people) I sell drugs!! Glisten: ... Excuse me? Razzle: (But Glisten also likes kind people) But ONLY to kids in need! Dazzle: (STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP-) *defeated whimper*

Razzle thinks he's that guy (they're not, they're pathetic honestly lol)

Also like, Razzle is suuuper dense when it comes to everyone except Dazzle. They struggle with self-reflection and other-people reflection, so he is completely convinced he is doing all the right things, when in actuality, they are very very very cringe.

Razzle: No see Dazzie, this is why they call me Rizzle. Dazzle: (No one has EVER called you that.)

Denseness is one hell of a drug, aye, fellas?

Dazzle is being pulled through the wringer trying to preserve whatever was left of her (and Razzle's) pride. It's not working. Girl is fighting for their life every time she is dragged over by Razzle in order to say a horrible pick-up line to Glisten.

(This is all pre-relationship btw. After they get together it becomes an inside joke and Glisten retorts with his own awful (although not nearly as bad) pick-up lines)

Now the moment you've been waiting forrrr 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

✨ Shinyshrimp ✨

I love them chat, I love them sm. They have so much drama and love and interesting things going on, they're so cool and fun n stuff and AUGHHHHH💥💥💥

Shrimpo being that one guy who craves affection but would literally bite anyone who gives it to him is so real to me. Homie wants a hug but ends up suplexing whoever hugged him outta reflex. Glisten, on the other hand, is one of the most affectionate people ever. He's not affectionate to everyone, but when you catch his interest (both platonic and romantic), he is very verbally and physically affectionate. He'll buy you things, he'll give you hugs, he'll let you invade his personal space, all stuff he would never let normies do.

Shrimpo loves this, however, homie has no idea how to deal with any kind of affection in a positive way. Cat-coded ahh guy. Glisten does find this amusing tho, so he's more inclined to be affectionate with Shrimpo to help him "get over it" in a way.

This is just for shits and giggles. I feel like everyone should draw this meme with their ships. It's a canon event at this point.

What can I say? He was hungry.

Can't forget my fankids. I love my fankids. I miss my fankids. I need to draw my fankids more istg I need to revamp their ask blog soon (especially with some new editions coming soon).

Also Hamlet looks smaller because most of his internal structure is made of ribbon and stuffing, so he shrinks into a ball when happy. He also loafs like a cat, what a guy.

Also also also what the skibidi sigma happened to my prep-jock ship?? Why is it backwards???

I drew these because I had a vision of the little doodle below and only thought it would work if they were swaped... sooooo... here we are.

Scapmi is a preppy goth-ish shrimp with an eye for fashion and artistry. With a smart mouth and a massive ego, he often comes off as an annoyance to others. He loves to be front and center in everything but often has to fight with his internalized idea that everything is a competition that he needs to win no matter what. It causes him a lot of stress and self-doubt, but he'd never let anyone see his weaknesses.

Gash is a shrap-toned violent mirror who speaks more with his fists than his voice. He hates everything that is not himself (and sweets) and makes sure people know that. He used to be a perfectionist, but after an accident permanently cracked his face, he dropped his "perfect" persona in favor of a messy, more hateful one. He wants connection but doesn't know how to express his needs in an understandable way, and that frustrates him immensely.

As you can see, match made in heaven.

Gash: DUDE, WHAT THE F*CK!? Scampi: There's a smudge on you- Gash: I DON'T CARE! LET GO!! Scampi: Not 'til I'm done. (Your natural blush is gorgeous; shame it's on you tho)

So yeah, swap shinyshrimp lore drop yippee.

Have a good one chat, til I reappear again��️✌️

[nerdy-novelist017]

Perfect (Benny Cross x Shy! Reader pt 7)

The chapter we've all been waiting forrrr! 🤗 I won't lie to you, I'm slightly terrified to post this chapter, but you all are so kind. I hope this is everything you wanted it to be! 🫶

Benny X Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 3.8k (woah, got a little carried away)

Summary- You've lived your whole life according to what everyone else wanted you to be. Tonight would be the first night of your new life -- one where you decided who you were.

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You took a deep breath, holding it in for a few moments in an attempt to calm your quickened pulse. You had spent the whole rest of the day yesterday thinking about nothing but your future. What was set in stone and what was up to you. You knew what you didn’t want, that much was clear to you now. But could it be possible to have what you wanted when you weren’t even sure if that was what you were?

By the time you had dressed and made your way downstairs for breakfast, you felt as though you were being torn in two. One side was what your head told you to do, the more sensical side. And the other was what your heart wanted to do, the more exciting side. You entered the kitchen where your mother stood at the stove, her hair still in rollers and an apron tied around her waist as she prepared breakfast. 

“Morning, Mama,” you greeted quietly as you approached her to help. Cooking breakfast was your usual routine with your mother, a time spent with secretive giggles and never-ending stories. It was a time where the two of you would be uninterrupted, consumed by only each other in your own world. A place where you would complain to her about your boy troubles at school or how the popular girls were mean to you that day. And as you grew older, and things like high school drama no longer seemed to matter, it became a place where you could talk to her about her life. Where she would tell you how to be mindful of the world around you as she taught you to make poached eggs. A place where she had mentioned numerous times how happy she was because of her family, because of you.  A safe place – home. 

“Morning, honey,” she replied as she shot you her usual cheerful smile. “Coffee’s on the table.”

You thanked her as you poured yourself a cup. You put your apron on and began to help with the homemade pancake batter. You were so lost in the endless sea of thoughts that when your mother mentioned a familiar name, you nearly spilled the bowl of batter. 

“What?” you asked as you looked over at her. 

“I said Pete came by, asking for you,” she repeated as she did a double take at your crestfallen expression. 

“He did?” you inquired in a small voice. “Did he . . . say anything?”

“He asked if he could speak with you. He seemed real insistent,” she laughed. “I had to tell him you were in the shower to finally get him to leave.”

At your silence, she continued hesitantly, “How did your date go?”

You sighed, “It was . . . okay.”

“He seems like a real nice guy.” 

You nodded weakly, feeling oddly reluctant to tell her what had happened at the golf course, the anger in his eyes, the sudden volume in his voice as he slammed his hands against the car.

She lowered the spatula she was using to stir the scrambled eggs, and she turned to face you fully. “Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” 

You nodded again but when you glanced up at her, you could see the disbelief in her eyes. You could fool a lot of people, but your mother was never one of them. 

“What’s going on?” she prodded in that controlled mix of gentle firmness that only mothers can conjure. You were silent for several long beats, unsure of how to vocalize your feelings. 

“I don’t think I want to go out with Pete anymore, Mama,” You admitted softly and being able to speak those words aloud for the first time felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted off your shoulders so you go on, “I don’t like the way he treats me compared to others. I can’t see myself being married to him.”

She fell quiet for a few agonizing moments, and you worry that you might have said too much. You avoided her gaze, looking down at the raw batter in front of you as you tried to figure out how you can fix what you’ve just said. 

But then, “Is there someone else you met?”

You looked back at her face, your heart sinking at the sight of her serious, unreadable expression and your mouth suddenly felt too dry to speak. You only nodded. 

She looked down at her pan of eggs for a moment. “Was it that blonde boy? The one with the motorcycle?”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “How–?”

“I saw him drop you off last night,” she explained. “I was reading in my bedroom when I heard the engine pull up. And when I looked out the window, I saw the two of you standing there.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that Benny was not a secret of yours anymore. He was living in your reality now, a figure to receive the scutanty of your parents, of your neighbors, of your family. The thought left a pit to form in your gut. 

“Your father will never approve of that, (Y/N),” she said, firmly shooting down your outlandish hopes. “You know that.”

“I know. I just . . . ” you trail off with a sigh as you sink into one of the chairs at the small breakfast table in the kitchen. “He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before, Mama. He’s fun and exciting. He just seems to understand me so perfectly. And the way he talks to me, the way he makes me feel about myself . . .”

Your mother abandoned her position at the stove to sit in the chair beside you. “That isn’t a practical choice, honey. It’s not going to guarantee you any stability for your future. I want you to have a good life, to live in a good house with a husband that has a good job. He isn’t that and who knows if he will ever be able to provide you with those things.”

You swallowed the painful lump forming in the back of your throat as you looked down at your lap, knowing that she’s right. 

Her hand slid across the table to grab yours tightly. “But I also saw the look on his face as he watched you walk up to the house. That look of pure devotion and love.” There were tears shining in her eyes as she struggled to speak. “And I realized I have never seen your father look at me the way that boy looked at you.” 

Your heart shattered at her admission, and you squeezed her hand tightly, stunned into silence. 

“All I want in life is for you to be happy. That’s all I want. Every time I see a shooting star or blow out the candles on my birthday cake, I make a wish for you to live a happy life.” She swallowed thickly as her eyes fluttered over your features. “I understand that your happiness might not look the same as mine, and that’s okay. Your father won’t approve of this, and you know how he gets. But I will always support you – always.”

“Oh, Mama,” your voice cracked as you stood quickly to wrap your mother in a tight hug. 

As you stood in the embrace of your mother’s arms, you realized it had been a long time since you had been consoled like this by her. And in this moment, you felt like a little girl again, still in need of your mother’s infinitely understanding advice and kind hugs. Muffled by her sweater, you whispered, “You make me happy, Mama.” 

“You make me happy too, my girl,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled back eventually, holding you by the shoulders. “I want you to choose the thing that will bring you happiness.”

You nodded and she reached out to wipe the tears that had fallen down your cheeks as she said, “Now, help me finish breakfast before those eggs start to burn.”

“Yes, Mama,” you laughed, sniffing as you watched her move back to the stove, noticing the undeniable actions of her swiping at her own tears as she did. 

And now you stand, at the threshold of someplace you’d never expected to be, you’re nervous, but sure of yourself. Thunder rolled through the sky as a storm brewed in the distance, and you almost laughed at the realization that you had successfully outran the storm, a strangely comforting irony. Releasing your breath, you push open the door before you could give it another thought. 

The inside of the Vandals clubhouse is bustling with people, more than you had ever seen in one small place. Cigarette smoke filtered through the air, covering the environment in a haze. Loud voices, glass clinking, cue balls clacking against the pool tables all mix together with the music playing from the jukebox in the back. Overwhelmed, you stand in the doorway for a moment, eyes scanning through the sea of bodies covered in the infamous Vandals colors. After a moment of hesitation and a brief thought of turning around and going back out the door you came in, you pushed on, sliding into the room like a boat into a river. Weaving your way through the packed bar, you passed a few tables where someone bumped into you as they stood from their seat. You apologized and tried to move by, but the unfamiliar man reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Where are you off to, pretty little thing?” he asked, his voice slurring as he tried to grin at you but he must have been seeing double because his eyesight was staring at the spot over your right shoulder. Before you could respond, someone else from the table spoke up, his voice barely heard over the noise of the bar.

“Hey, I know you,” he said, his dark slicked back hair and clean shaven face familiar, but you couldn’t place his name. “You’re Benny’s girl.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words and you shrunk into yourself a bit, losing a bit of your already wavering confidence.

“It’s Wahoo,” he clarified as he too stood from his seat, moving to grab his drunk friend and pull him away from you. “Don’t let him bother you, he didn’t know who you were, was all.”

You nodded, grateful for his help. “Is Benny here?”

“Yeah, ’was over by the pool table in the back last I saw,” Wahoo responded as he pointed in the general direction. 

You tried to steady your pounding heart as you made your way to the back of the bar. Brushing into a temporarily clear path, that’s when your eyes found his tall, lean figure, that dirty blonde hair and wicked grin. Your steps faltered a bit. He hadn’t seen you yet, you could still turn around and go back to your ordinary life. But that wasn’t what you wanted anymore. You were scared, but you were here anyway. You approached the table where you saw other faces you recognized (Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Zipco and a few others whose names you hadn’t committed to memory yet) but none of them were your primary focus. 

Gail was the first to notice you nearing, and she elbowed her husband to get his attention as she said something you couldn’t quite detect in the loudness of the bar. But her commotion with Brucie garnered Johnny’s interest as he two turned to look at you, a smile breaking out across his face. Benny turned from his sidestance, his eyes scanning over the crowd in an attempt to see what was so important to distract the players while the game continued. His eyes roved over your face for a fleeting second, continuing on before jumping back to you in a flustered doubletake. 

Then suddenly, you were on the other end of the pool table, directly across from Benny who looked at you as though you were an apparition. You leaned your hands to rest against the pool table, trying to look more confident than you were as you felt the eyes of every person near the pool table on you. 

“Bunny?” Benny asked, almost speechless as he handed his pool stick off to Zipco. He rounded the table to be closer to you as he continued. “What–what are you doin’ here?” 

“I came to speak with you,” you respond, eyes glancing at the others around the table before landing on him again. “To ask you something.”

He got the hint loud and clear. “C’mon,” he said as he grabbed your hand in his own and pulled you through the room to the backdoor where he pushed it open and motioned for you to go first. 

It had already begun to rain lightly, tiny droplets hitting the concrete with a gentle pitter patter. The coolness of the outside air surrounded you in a pleasant way compared to the atmosphere inside. There were a few bikers out back smoking and talking, but Benny didn’t seem to mind their presence as he led you down the way, keeping under the dry safety of the overhang. 

“Is it always that busy?” you ask when you both stopped. With your back against the brick wall and Benny standing just in front of you, the overhang didn’t offer much room from the rain. But that didn’t seem to bother him either as his eyes were locked onto you despite the roof runoff hitting his jacket. 

“No.” He shook his head. “There was a convention in town today and most of those guys in there are from Columbus. I’m sure that’s pretty overwhelming for you.” 

Your heart fluttered at his gentle squeeze of your hand and you were acutely aware that he hadn’t let you go since pulling you along out here. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“Did you walk here?” he asked, and thunder rumbled somewhere behind him.

“No, I rode my bicycle,” you replied. “Bike, I should say, makes me sound cool like you guys.”

“You’re way cooler than me, Bunny,” he said, his voice low as he wore a lopsided smile.

You couldn’t help but mirror his expression as you looked up at him, realizing just how close the two of you were. The scent of his cologne tickled your nose in a way that sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. It was almost unfair, you realized, that he was so effortlessly attractive – he looked good, he sounded good, he smelled good – and you don’t think he even knew the effect he had on you. And he had the audacity to look at you like you were the gem. 

“What?” he asked after your beat of silence, his eyes flickering to your lips.

“Nothing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you blurted out the question that had been burning inside you the entire ride here. “Do you want to go to California with me?”

“Right now?” 

“No.” You tried to cover your giggle. “I mean, some day. I do want to go. Remember when we talked about it?”

“I remember.”

Benny’s unwavering gaze caused your heart rate to speed up but you trudged on, “I’ve always thought it wasn’t a practical dream, that somehow it couldn’t be me who walked down the beach because I'd been too busy with school and then school became work and work would become marriage and keeping house.” Your carefully rehearsed speech began to fragment as you spilled your jumbled thoughts. “But I realized that is so silly because it’s my life, and I–I can do whatever I want with whoever I want. And I want to go to California to see the Pacific Ocean, and I was wondering if you’d want to go with me.  So . . . what do you say?”

He stepped closer to you, his face just inches from yours, his voice incredibly gentle as he said, “I think I'd go just about anywhere you asked me to, Bunny. But are you sure it’s me who you’re wantin’ here?”

Your brow furrowed slightly at his response. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m not the kind of guy girls like you fall for. I’m the exact opposite.” His free hand reached out and brushed a tendril of your hair behind your ear as his voice dropped an octave. “But when I'm with you . . . I feel like I could do better. Like maybe I could be better. Not perfect, but something closer to worthy.”

“I’ve been perfect my whole life. Perfect grades, perfect smile, a perfectly quiet doll on the shelf.” You look at the biker standing before you. The exact opposite of what you’ve been surrounded by your entire life. The exact person you’ve been told to stay away from. But there were things that you noticed about him now that you hadn’t when you first saw him at the picnic. Those hands, calloused and scarred from years of fighting, were holding your own gently as if you were made of glass. That mouth, capable of verbally hurting just about anyone who got in his way, only ever spoke softly to you. Those eyes which have undoubtedly seen their fair share of the worst of humanity, gaze at you as if you were the moon. This man, the excitement you feel you’ve been unknowingly waiting for your whole life. You stepped closer to him, your noses brushing together softly as you whispered, “I don’t think I want perfect anymore.”

“What do you want, Bunny?” he asked, an unmistakable vulnerability in his raw voice. 

Your answer to him in nonverbal as you closed the gap between you, lips pressing against his softly. The world seemed to pause as you gently kissed Benny, your heart pounding in your chest. The kiss was soft at first, tentative as you both seemed to test the waters of something new and uncharted. Overcome by your overthinking, you began to draw back, but Benny’s palm cupped the side of your face, pulling you back to him with a more meaningful kiss. His lips were warm and rough, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand held yours early as he deepened the kiss with a sense of urgency that sent a wave of heat to fill your core. His hand moved to protect the back of your head as he backed you up to the cool brick of the wall behind you. 

Benny’s mind was racing with a whirlwind of emotions he wasn’t used to feeling. He had been careful, so careful, to keep his distance, to remind himself that a girl like you would never be with a man like him. He had hoped, prayed, that you might return even an ounce of his feelings for you, but he had to be realistic. You were a beautiful dream, so far out of his reach. But now with your lips on his, your fragile hands clutching the fabric of his jacket, he couldn’t deny the truth any longer. You were breaking down every wall he had built, showing him that just maybe, he was worth more than he believed. 

He had never kissed anyone like this before – with a mix of tenderness and passion that made his heart ache in a way that both terrified and galvanized him. He moved his hand down your side, gripping your hip tightly. He didn’t want to let go, didn’t want this moment to end. Because in this kiss, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time: hope.

He’d spent so long believing he wasn’t good enough– that his life was too rough, too messy for someone like you. But in this moment, as your breath mingled with his own and your heartbeat racing against his chest, he started to believe, even just a little, that he could be the man you saw in him. That he could be worthy of this, of you. 

Your lips parted slightly, and Benny took the invitation, kissing you with a newfound fervor, pouring all his sentiments into it – the longing, the fear, the hope. The connection between you felt electric, and for the first time in a long time, Benny didn’t feel lost. He felt found. Found by you, found by this moment. 

This is real, he thought almost in disbelief, She chose me. He could hardly comprehend it, but the evidence was right there in the way that you kissed him back with equal intensity, the way you clung to him as if he was the only thing grounding you. His lungs burned and he had to pull back, but he kept his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek. I don’t deserve her, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, but for the first time, another voice – a stronger one– countered, Maybe I could someday. 

He opened his eyes, seeing the softness in your gaze, the way your parted lips were slightly swollen from the kiss. It hit him then, like a bolt of lightning. He wanted to be better, not just for himself, but for you. Because you deserved more than just a rough-edged biker, you deserved the world. And if you’d let him, Benny was determined to give it to you. 

“Was–was that okay?” you asked breathlessly, unsure if you’d done it right, but hoping he had felt what you couldn’t put into words. 

His eyes softened even more as a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “It was more than okay, Bunny.”

Your smile grew, a little more confident now, despite the heat tinging your cheeks. Suddenly the backdoor squeaked open and Brucie poked his head out the doorway. 

“Benny, you’re up to shoot, kid,” he said and must have seen the closeness of your bodies, the way Benny still held onto your waist because he smirked smugly. 

Benny didn’t even glance over. “Tell ‘em to hold my spot.”

“Pool?” you asked, tugging on his jacket lightly as Brucie disappeared back inside. 

Benny nodded, grinning lazily down at you. “Yeah, you ever played?”

You shook your head, feeling a little shy. “No, never. But . . . I’d like to try.”

He raised his eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You want me to teach you?”

You nodded, this time with more certainty. “I think I’d like that.”

He took your hand, leading you back inside as the rain continued to pour around you. As he lead you back into the bar, the noise and constant chatter engulfing you once again, you felt reassured by the steady warmth of his hand in yours. And he didn't let go of your hand even when you got to the table. A few members cheered and teased Benny, but he only smiled and shook his head, his focus on you, instead. He stood behind you, positioning you gently. 

“Here’s the thing,” he murmured, his voice low and just for you. “You don’t have to know everything right away. Sometimes it’s about the journey, not just the win.”

You looked over your shoulder with a small smile, your faces only inches apart. “I think I’m ready for the journey.”

Benny’s gaze gentled. “So am I, Bunny. So am I.”

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[itsthecline]

headcanons

pogue!reader x dealer!rafe

cw: profanity , use of drugs / drug abuse , sexual innuendos , abusive household

18+ minors dni

dealer!rafe knew who you were before you both met ; you met him through barry and did not know who he was until barry explained he was country club and then you recognized him. this was season 2 rafe in my head

dealer!rafe is the one who’s pining harder in this situation forrrr sure. he sees a beautiful girl who has it rough and is pushing through — he wished people saw him like that

you did. once you started hanging out with rafe and barry more , it moved to one on one’s and him meeting your best (only) friend

you live in the trailer park , right across from barry, and that just meant you started smoking at an early age

you got the nickname pearl from rafe and barry when you did coke for the first time and made it look like it was a part of your daily routine

you live with your mother , little brother , and dog. your mother was terrible ; she was absent unless she needed something from you , she ignored you , she refused to accept that your little brother was gay , she hardly spent the time to stock the kitchen for your family , and she always said how much she regretted having you.

dealer!rafe was one of the few people that you spoke about your mother with — one too many late night smoke sessions and you were both confiding in each other and confessing things you never had before

you end up dating rafe for awhile the majority of season 2 and it was really good up until the end when you found out he hooked up with some kook girl at a party

“it’s not my fault you don’t fuck me!” that was rafe’s excuse when you flipped out on him. “do you not understand that maybe i don’t want to lose my virginity to an asshole that fucks everything? no wonder i didn’t fuck you , dude!” you were both coked out , but those were the last words you said to him

you didn’t see him again except for in passing at barry’s ( who became your plug once again ) dealer!rafe is the one trying to talk to you every time and you always brush him off unless you need something

it’s when you had nowhere to go on a particularly bad night at home with your mother. barry was out of town , your best friend was visiting her cousins , and you had no one. so you called him and actually talked

dealer!rafe was in the middle of throwing a party , selling his newest product when he got the call. he saw your number flash across the screen. he didn’t hesitate to pick up , listen to what you said , and shut down his own party despite it only being around midnight

as soon as everyone was gone , he was speeding to the trailer park to pick you and your brother up

he always said “we take care of our own,” whenever you apologized for asking for help

that’s all for now <3 but i wanna get insight to how you all see dealer!rafe too , so send me some ideas! i def get inspiration from lola the movie for reader here

[mars-hi1009]

Could you maybe write a fic with ler hyunjin and anyone as lee , where hyunjin just teases them and builds the anticipation of tickles super high, that the lee just melts and turns into a tomato before the tickling even starts?

𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒐

Ler! Hyunjin

Lee! Han

TW: pinning + Rough Tickles

Hope this came out well!

I might've gone off plot just a little, but hope it was good enough.

I am open to criticism, as I am a new writer.

<3

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It was their day off, so everyone decided to go off and take a nice outing after so long. Han was sitting in his dorm alone because Lee Know had gone to a cat cafe with Felix, so Han was bored and deprived of any fun.

He was doom scrolling through his phone not knowing what to do until Hyunjin had texted him to come over as he was left alone too.

Han got off the couch and went next to her to his friend’s dorm and knocked on the door. As the door opened Hyunjin dragged Han inside while accidentally brushing his hand by Han’s waist making him flinch.

“YAH"

"What was that forrrr" Han whined.

Hyunjin just walked off... Han not seeing his small smirk. Hyunjin knew well and well of what was going to happen that evening and the best part was that Han didn't.

As they got on the couch to play Mario Kart on the Nintendo, Hyunjin wanted some water but was way too lazy and tired to get some, so he did the next best thing. Asked Han.

"No"

"But whyyyy its just water Hannieeeee" Hyunjin complained pouting a little.

"Exactly, it's water you can go get it yourself Jinnie" Han said while rolling his eyes.

"Come on pleaseeeeeee" He said with cute little puppy eyes.

Han was completely resistant to anything Hyunjin was doing. Puppy eyes, whining, bribing... nothing. Just then, Hyunjin got the brightest idea... to go with his other idea?

While Han was choosing his character and kart for the game, Hyunjin just slightly brushed his hand scribbling slightly near Han's hips. making him flinch and acting like he almost had a heart attack.

"AHK- FINE FINE I'LL GO GET YOU WATER JEEZ KIWI"

...

Han was... fluttered. He didn't really know why but after Hyunjin's little scratches, and such, he felt... something. Shaking his head he focused on getting water. Not much of a task, but yea, good distraction. He got the water cup, and went back to the living room.

Walking up to Hyunjin not thinking or expecting anything and just handing him the cup of water and was going to return to his seat until behind him, Hyunjin squeezed his ribs a little, making Han almost fall and blush the same color of a tomato.

This time he didn't say anything. He was too flushed too. He picked up his console and went back to choosing his kart for the game. After a while of pondering over of what to choose and arguing about copying and blah blah blah, they finally started the game.

"HEHEHEHE IM FIRST HYUNJINAHHHHH"

"OH HELL NO HERES A LITTLE PRESENT HAN" Hyunjin said while throwing a shell which his Han's kart right near the finish line making Hyunjin who was in second, finish first by luck.

"HEYYYYY THE FLIP THIS ISNT FAIRR" Han argued

"Ohhh Hannie don't hate the player, hate the game" Hyunjin said while smirking.

Han was pouting of course. Whipping his head to the side and being "mad" at his best friend. Well of course he wasn't he was just pretending, but of course Hyunjin had to use this for his plan.

"Awww is Sung mad at me, how do I cheer him up??" Hyunjin said while pretending to think.... and poking deep into Han's ribs which made him squeak.

Once again Han's face was as red as a tomato. He covered his face slightly while Hyunjin was now basically lying on top of him attempting to see his face.

"Ohoho what is this? Is our little Hannie flustered?"

"NOOO what makes you think that?" Han said nervously. He didn't know why he was like this, but he knew it was something to do with Hyunjin's antics.... was it the... tickles? Was he really that sensitive now...

As he was lost in his thoughts, he felt sudden scribbles making him slouch down even more on the couch, and now Hyunjin was completely pinning him down with his body.

"YAHAHA WAT R U DOING"

"I don't know Hannie, what am I doing"

"JIHIHIN GEHET OHF MEHEHE" Han cried while straight up cackling and squirming while Hyunjin was tickling him all over the place now. Digging deep into his ribs and using his other hand to scribble lightly on his stomach, Han was a mess.

"I CAHAHANT HELEHPPPP"

"Aww look at you being a cute giggly mess"

"WHAT DID I HEHEVER DOHOHOO"

"Ummmm, I really don't know I just like your cute little giggly face, squirrel."

"EXUHUSE MEHE WOHO U CAHALING A SQUHIREL" Han yelled. He might've been being tortured, but he was still going to be his usual savage self no matter what.

"Han your little squeaks are such squirrel things... How are you NOT a squirrel??"

"YAHAHA GEHET OHF MEHEHEEEE"

Then, Han finally managed to sit up on the couch causing Hyunjin to roll off the couch and fall back on to the floor.

"HEY" Hyunjin yelled as his back hit the carpet.

"Hehehe, that's what you get HAIRLESS FERRET" Han said panting while running off, he might've been savage, but he was smart enough to know that Hyunjin wouldn't let him get away with saying that.

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꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

[randomrory69]

OC REDESIGN NOONE ASKED FORRRR YAAAAYAYAYA

this ones obv ma boye archangel Michael. Fixed his yeehee ass haircut, made his eyes pure white since it's cooler, added eyes on wings, and yes. The workaholic daddy issues angel has proper eyebags and wears eyeshadow now yayy-

Plusss, speedpaint under cut. And mhm I made this in IBS PAINT YAYAYAAA cuz flipaclip always makes my art quality look trashy also crazy how they used to be an ultrakill oc-

And a little personality throwback for them because I wanted their character to be even deeper and complicated hhh:-

Obviously. Still a closet gay whos trying to convince themselves that what they feel is lust and not love. Scared and disgusted of their own feelings. One sided doomed yaoi, religious guilt and severe trauma. Hates themselves. yep yep yep. But also. Doesn't have a good healthy relationship with Jehovah (The big G-). High expectations. Always under pressure. Exhausted and depressed. Always in a bitter and stressed mood. Distant and colder now and tries to avoid the other archangels. Also yes, and the Lucifer angst part ahahah HOW can I EVER FORGET THAT- deeply hates their brother with a passion of a thousand burning suns. Despises whenever anyone compares them to him. Doesn't want to talk about Lucifer because welp, thing is, they still miss them. Still have a silver of hope that they can be redeemed. But Lucifer? Oh he doesn't care. He's gonna stay down and live down. He assumes heaven's given up on him, forgetting him already and never wishing to see him again. Michael, despite being the one to slay lucifer, forced themself to think they hate lucifer, so they don't feel horrible and like shit. Triggered very easily by the mention of the fall. And yep. Still the prince of all heavenlyl hosts who lowkey wishes to abandon heaven and never come back. They never asked to be given this role, so yeah.

[librivore42]

OC moodboard

Thank you for tagging me, @beesht! :D Bee's lovely oc is here!

Make a moodboard based on an OC!

Lux

Sands of time (Daniel Arsham) - She's spent her life as a statue, obedient and silent. But through the cracks, something beautiful struggles to grow.

Irish vanner horse - these horses are bred to be strong but gentle and patient. Not only does Lux love horses, but if she were a horse, this is exact kind she'd be.

The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry) - she is utterly changed by being loved. Herself, alive, human, and belongs forever to the ones who made her thus.

View of a Steep, Rocky Coast and a Rough Sea at Sunset (Ivan Aivazovsky) - She loves to read about the sea. There's an openness to it that's indescribable.

Lux (me!)

Phoenix gauntlets (Lumecluster, photographed by Studio Sheridan's Art) - Despite her training, despite her armour, she always seeks to grasp for life.

Grey eyes, wide and pale and infinitely expressive, watch everything, even if she doesn't understand all she sees.

Part of being human is discovering her hobbies, one of which is reading, and favorite things, like the colour green.

"I want to battle for the right" (Henry Pitz) - She was always built to protect. And she will always be a shield for what is right.

Low pressure tags forrrr @thedastrash

@highwayphantoms @cookierock @sandalinbohemia @lords-of-fortune and @lets-get-brave

[mootablemimic]

« what happened to you? you are not your usual self. » Forrrr. Rael and/or Qhota

"What happened to you?" Ophilie snaps, all of a sudden. "You are not your usual self."

Qhota blinks owlishly at her. "You...don't know anything about my usual self. You don't know me. You've never made the effort."

"You're chipper. Excitable. Prancing around from one thing to the next. Sending people's lives into upheaval."

"I'm not going to apologize for ending the Dragonsong War, Ophilie."

The older woman takes a deep breath. "...I am making the effort, Qhota Nelhah. I am asking after your well-being."

Another blink, disbelieving. "And that's the tone you chose?"

"I am not your mother, and you are not my child. I'm not going to coddle you. I am who I am, for better or worse, and we...are allies."

"For better or worse," Qhota repeats back to her, a ghost of a smile flickering across her lips.

"You understand, yes."

The silence that follows is brief, but more companionable then they've been with one another in years of traveling together. "It's hard to stop thinking about them. Emet-Selch, and Elidibus. Amaurot. What the world must have been like, then."

"You don't agree with him."

"No. No, I don't, but I keep thinking... If our roles were switches, if he were me, and I was Emet-Selch, I could understand him. Or rather, I do understand him, almost."

Ophilie's icy gaze melts, just for a moment. "We may be more alike than is comfortable for either of us. I may not..." For once in her life, Madame Xavalien stops to consider her words. "...admire the man in the same fashion as you. But the isolation, the willingness to burn the world to the ground to reclaim what you once had..."

"...it's insidious. And it's important to understand that," Qhota finishes for her.

"...hm, you have grown. At this rate, I may even call you friend."

[the-kr8tor]

GUESS WHOS BACK… BACK AGAIN

🐦‍⬛ ANON’s BACK. TELL A FRIEND

Daily Hobie HC!

Doing this for my daily Hobie HC anniversary!>:)

You stared out the window of the coffee shop, the scent of warm coffee and sweet pastries doing little to calm your mind, your leg bouncing frantically.

Before, the two of you had only seen each other through a phone camera, but now this was in raw, real life. What if he already saw you and ran off? Or what if he ends up hating you the moment he enters the shop and sees you?

Every bell ring of the door opening made you shoot up in hopes it was him, and this time it was.

Hobie walked through in his ripped and DIY��ed style, seeming extra shiny with the piercings and studded jewelry adorning him. You would’ve easily brushed him off as someone else at a first glance, if the first glance didn’t include seeing the other half of the matching bracelet you had got for him and yourself.

The entire moment felt like a scene out of a movie. Once Hobie spotted you, he couldn’t control his smile, rushing over and pulling you out of your seat, into his warm arms.

You couldn’t help but giggle through happy tears as he squeezed you gently. He felt butterflies immediately arise in his stomach as you buried your face into his neck, unsure if it was getting hot in the coffee shop or it was just him.

You never wanted him to let you go. You felt safe, slotted against his body like this.

Hobie pulled away slightly, cupping your face softly with his hands before pressing a barrage of quick kisses against your face, effectively dizzying you with his love, like he always teased.

You both probably looked odd, being so affectionate to each other like you hadn’t seen one another for years. But not Hobie nor you could care, as he finally could hold you.

You couldn’t wait to do all the things you had wanted to do for so long. Meet his cats, cuddle in bed, kissing him and even more cuddles.

- 🐦‍⬛

AHHHH EVERYONE, 🐦‍⬛ ANON IS BACK!!

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️ anniversary edition!

I knew it was a first date!!

Man this singlehandedly made me feel lonely af

GOD MY HEART DID A FLIP WHEN HOBIE ENTERED THE CAFE BROOOO IM DONE FORRRR

The matching bracelets!!!!! Imagine they had a little date while they made it together while on video call!

OWNSKWJSIWD this somehow reminded me that whenever my bffs and i would meet up we always end up dressed the same or matching without talking abt it!! Imagine that happens to you and Hobie and he's like "it's fate innit?" 🥰

[proselfshipsafespace]

Hello!!! I have a question. I vibe a lot with proshippers. Y'all have immaculate vibes. Love you guys! /p But what does being proship actually mean? I have an idea of what it is, but it's mostly from an anti's perspective.

Before I can fully consider myself one I'd like to know what it actually means, ya know? Lol

Thank you for reading! Sorry if it's a silly question.

AHEMEM!! THIS IS THE MOMENT IVE BEEN TRAINING FORRRR

My definition from pulling tadbits from my short term memory brain is; A proshipper is someone who believes in "ship and let ship" and thinks that you shouldn't harass anyone over fiction or a ship regardless. Proship is NOT the following: A genre of ship, a verb, a shortened word for "problematic shipping". Proship IS the following: Anti-harassment, ship and let ship, pro-fiction, pro dark fiction. The 'pro' in proship means for and to be in support of, the word essentially meaning you are in support of.. ships!

It's essentially the default setting. You can be proship and still not like dead dove or dark fiction tropes associated with the proship term! You just have to not be an asshole about it basically. For example, I don't like minor rpf but you know what I do to people who do like it or post about it? I block them. Simple! It's very similar (or essentially the same thing) to Kink tomato! (YKINMKATO or Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That's Okay)

If I made any mistakes about definitions or anything please do feel free to correct me lol

[beekissies]

Hi gayass

🔮 + 🧸 forrrr siegealter and wanshi? (caught you reblogging wanshi art the other day,ik what you are :3)

hi Gayer Ass....... i also know what u are........ u just reminded me i never made an oc for vina...... this is a crime . i will make one posthaste

ask game here!

🔮 — who is more protective?

i feel like vina is!!! realistically she knows that like. nothing will happen. shes literally king of victoria. she has a lion. she has a hammer. no one would hurt her partner....... But Also What If you know..... shes probably not the type to be super obvious about it but youll Know

i thiiiink wanshi and noa are both equally protective of each other but they both show it in different ways . wanshi is clingier and VERY SHAMELESS and stuff so hes like more Outwardly . obviously . protective? but noa is the type who death glares so hard that constructs short circuit . if it wasnt for his hippocratic oath wanshi would also do the same . but i digress

🧸— favourite gifts from each other?

i havent thought about Anything for vina yet so i fear i have to skip this for her OTL BUT SOON!!!!! I WILL HAVE LION X GAZELLE YURI

gameplay wise wanshi likes everything u give him but i feel like his number one fav gift from noa is like a piece from their old frame . noa isnt very sentimental so the fact they thought of him when keeping it is And Giving It To Him like Woah...... u know? noa has like insomnia so they and wanshi are opposites .... and i think their fav gift from him would probably be something to help make them more comfortable while theyre awake or trying to sleep . noise cancelling headphones or an eye mask or something... its nice to have someone doting on u u know ^_^

[moonolivia]

I like your art! I think the paintings you draw have their own soul, AND I THINK THIS IS THE WAY I HAVE ALWAYS LONGED FORRRR!!

W……wait?!Really??thank you so much!!!

Your words made me feel flattered (many people think my paintings have my own style), and I am very grateful for your recognition of me😭❤

I have been in this community for over a year now, during which I have been practicing drawing in my spare time (although I still can't come up with composition and design). Being able to communicate with people who share the same interests in this community has always made me happy:DDD

I hope to draw a few illustrations during the summer vacation in July, because drawing always brings me joy!

[waterfallofspace]

A Word-Filled Update

that no one's asking forrrr~

Sooooo, hiya~ ^^

Realized I kinda dropped out without much word, and wanted to give a lil update to anyone who may care, (and specifically to all the unfilled requests that have been sat in my inbox for months now T~T)

Dropping it under a cut because it gets quite long~ but I'll also TL;DR it with: been a bit burnt out, trying to get back into this, I apologize for all the unanswered asks, and I will be trying to get to the ones I can, but I'll be focusing more on trying to enjoy the process of making content~ Thank you to anyone who's stuck around <3

(Tw for brief mention of mental health/neurodivergencies~ nothing in depth or dark, but just incase anyone wants to avoid that <3)

Nothing serious has been going on, mostly just burn out and a bit of drama in main friend group, combined with free time just being a lot more limited recently~ (not a bad thing, most of it is because I'm getting to talk more with friends I've gotten closer to this past year~)

That said, I've been trying to get back into content, making it, reblogging it, etc, without letting it become all-consuming. I find, with the way my brain works, mostly to do to some wonderful neurodivergent tendencies, I tend to fall heavily into 'all of nothing' mentality.

This shows up in my day to day life, (ie: can't wash the dishes for weeks until I suddenly do them all in one day) and I've definitely noticed it with content creation. Need to write and finish a story in one go, record a wav as fast as possible, always afraid I'll lose that motivation.

But honestly? I love making content on here! And I'm not a huge blog, nor do I care if I am (at least trying not to, if I'm being painfully honest~) but I genuinely love making content. Whether it's just for me, a request that I am hoping one specific person will enjoy, or a story I write with a community in mind, I just love creating~

So, I'm trying to ease my way back into this! Bit by bit, let it be fun, and enjoyable, with less internal pressure to produce as much as I can, as fast as I can, and make it be perfect.

I won't lie and say 'numbers don't matter to me', if I'm honest, they do. But I'm learning more and more how to let it be about the content, and to just enjoy the process~ (and if people like it, that'll be a wonderful bonus!~)

Wooo this is getting so long, I apologize sincerely! Last thing, something I've mentioned a few times previously but never really let myself get into... requests~

I'm so honoured that people care about my content enough to have asked for things, and getting any ask, request, praise, ask lists, heck even just a 'hi!' is honestly the best part of this blog for me!

Buuuut, I definitely worked myself into burn-out before with a "every request needs to be filled and fast" mentality, that led to just... not filling any.

So! I'm going back through my inbox, and deleting some older ones that I don't have a clear vision/motivation for. I apologize to anyone who requested them, though by now it's possible they're long gone~ But I think this will help me not only start enjoying the creation process without feeling so overwhelmed, but also start actually getting more content made~

There are definitely a bunch that I still adore, and am thrilled to get to test out, but if there's one you remember sending, and you really want to see it completed, please feel free to send another ask saying what it is you want done, and I'll see if I can get that going <3

And if you've stuck it out to the end here- uh hi! ^^ I'm sorry this is so long, I'm such a words person, but I appreciate you so much, not just for any support you've offered, but just bothering to read this <3 I genuinely didn't expect most to make it this far, so thank you so deeply <3 and I hope to see you guys around as I start reblogging stuff more!~

[vickyvicarious]

"whence I knew Jonathan was coming" <3

Mina and Van Helsing trekking through the empty wilderness without any sign of people or any horses to help carry them. if not for her husband radar things could have potentially gotten difficult in a different way

ohhh I love the narration describing the castle. such a picture and so well narrated

oh god "to even try to do so was repulsive to me" oh god

that description of the river. once again so good

Mina calls him the Thing here!

oh her little stutter on "I-I saw him below me"

once again he is only talking about her safety. "you shall be safe" not "we shall be safe"

I love Van Helsing's delivery of "We may be too late."

Van Helsing naturally assumes it's the guys who were coming on horses, but Mina is so focused on Jonathan, on how clearly she senses him <3

ohhh Van Helsing's shout of glee is lovely

always love the wolf howls

the way Mina's voice gets slow and softer as the wind builds and she describes how long the wait lasted...

ahhhh the voices in unison shouting "Halt!" I had to go back and listen again, it made me so happy

"my Jonathan's" <3

Mina sounds so excited when she says "commanded them to stop!"

oh god this all comes down to minutes.

Mina in full on psychic mode today, Jonathan meanwhile emanating 'don't-fuck-with-me' vibes so strong it literally scares people off mid-battle before he throws down the heavy earth box all by himself - the Harkers aren't messing around

ohhh I love the music being 'released' as Jonathan flings the box down.

"All the time I had been breathlessly watching Jonathan" Mina: my husband was extremely hot throughout all this

the parry noises

"the blood was spurting through his fingers" and the noise accompanying... Quincey :(((

ohhhh the sound design for the box opening was marvelously dramatic/creepy

The way Mina's voice trembled as she says "which I knew too well"

Dracula's laugh rising and rising right up till the very end. That BREATHING

I really like her delivery of the line about the look of peace on his face.

ohh the wolves are just scared puppies now

oh noooo the twang coming in. I know what this is forrrr

Quincey resting his head on Jonathan's shoulder as he dies. :'(

Mina's voice fighting not to cry. Quincey's rasping gasping but so warm and soft and happy when he sees her forehead and knows she is saved

this music is so sad

his voice shaking in a little weak laugh on "forehead" oh god

AUGH QUINCEY

I knew it would happen because I saw people talking about it but SAD QUINCEY DEATH SONG GOT ME

the little "heh" after "to make my final moments sweet"

ohh this is so sad. very good. very sad. :( :( :(

[basilpaste]

pleeeease say more about perrie? talk about the blorbo?? pretty please? 🙏

OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST GIVEN ME THE OPENING TO DO OKAY HI.

perrie is a pc in a ttrpg campaign ive been in forrrr. four years. but he also generally exists as an oc in the spaces between stuff. he has two partners (both also pcs) and they all love each other beyond words except for the fact that shit literally cannot stop happening to all of them at any given time.

their lives are tied to this fuckin. book. and theyre all technically sort of paranormal investigators, but more than that they just live in a magic house. lived. see. perries father is a nightmare, one of his partners mother is a nightmare, and his other partners Guy Who Raised Her sucks also. a hitman tried to kill them, they ended up in jail because perries father has political sway, and then his partners mom made one partner stab the other one and took him away and left the stabbed partner in a coma.

this is not the first time shit has Happened Like This. they are constantly being kidnapped or near killed or ripped away from each other violently.

perrie himself grew up in a very cold household. his mother died young and his father worked. he more or less raised himself. hes a very compassionate person, but struggles to express that. he also blames himself for things that are absolutely not his fault. he does this often. "hes the healer", he reasons. "he should know better -- do better".

hes got the little eyes because his abilities revolve around the concept of knowing, speculating, and making art out of ideas. theyre typically shut in thought but can snap open after significant use of his abilities or in times of great emotion. hes in his mid to late twenties but already going grey because of stress. he loves poetry but is often to shy to share it. the clothes hes wearing are not his own because his own are all either burned to the ground or covered in his lovers blood. including a scarf that was core to his identity up until that point.

perrie didnt understand the idea of home until he was with his partners in the place that they called that. hes not sure what home will ever look like again now that things are such a mess. he keeps moving, despite. trying to regain a grasp on his life. holding people as close as he can and searching desperately for those still out of reach.

hes also an orpheus figure.