#and u need them to. guess what. call scripts

[thespacelizard]

i have SOLVED the lightbox. everyone cheer and clap for me figuring out how to call an external javascript file

[livelaughlovebeinggod]

This post is for the people who are procrastinating on applying the law or for those who need a wake up call. ‼️

what if you had never found the law?

Or let's say there's a parallel reality where you never stumbled upon the law of assumption. That you with the same circumstances but without the knowledge of the law, how would they have felt? For many, it would feel like their horrible reality would never change, how helpless they must be feeling, thinking about all the hardwork they need to do in order to achieve something, thinking that there's no shortcut to life and they've to do far more than just lifting a finger, they've to chase after life relentlessly just to live their dreams and the list goes on...all this just because they're limited in their mind, they're not aware of just how powerful their mind and their assumptions are, just because they're not aware that they can have absolutely anything and everything just by assuming they have it. They would have lived their entire life feeling like they've no control over their life, having that hope that maybe one day it would all change but unfortunately it never does. You come to your last stage of life with nothing but regrets because you wanted to do so many things but either didn't have the time or you just didn't have the courage to "take action" on them.

Seems horrifying? It is.

Now let's flip the script!

GOOD NEWS!

YOUR LIFE IS NOT THE WAY I DESCRIBED ABOVE.

You're blessed and lucky enough to have the knowledge about the law of assumption. I would have certainly felt helpless and hopeless if i didn't know about the law of assumption with my circumstances, i would've felt like giving up but this is not the case, I know about the law, i know it IS possible to have the life of my dreams and more, oh how blessed i am. Then why the hell am i procrastinating on doing the bare minimum?! imagine the things you would have to do in order to achieve those dreams if you didn't know about the law? Damn I'm exhausted even thinking about it! But guess what? With the law, u know all you have to do is just assume it's already done and persist! You don't have to even lift a finger let alone doing anything more than that. It's this easy.

Just think about it.

It's that easy so why are you procrastinating or why are you not taking accountability and changing your life? YOU LITERALLY CANNOT BE MORE BLESSED THAN THIS. Like imagine getting whatever you want with just your assumptions?! Even a fairytale falls short of what cheat code we know now. You're not realising just HOW FREAKING LUCKY AND POWERFUL YOU ARE.

This is not just a post to motivate you, this is a WAKE UP CALL, I'm calling you out rn and telling you to end this cycle, NOW. I need you to step aside from ur phone or Tumblr after you've read this post and just think about it, what are you doing? You could be living ur dream life by now if u had just applied the law and stayed consistent with it but here you are, consuming more loa content as if it's all not just the same information you've read a hundred times. The law is simple, too simple actually.

DECIDE YOU HAVE IT & PERSIST. THAT'S IT.

There's no other magical information out there, you WILL NOT get your desires if you don't apply the law. It cannot get easier than this. There are people who don't have ANY idea about the law, they're living a limited life, but you? You know about the thing people would sell their souls just to find out about it, and here you are still procrastinating as if you don't actually hold the power of the whole universe inside your mind and all you need is a decision and commitment to that decision.

It's either you decide to CHANGE YOUR LIFE AND FINALLY END THIS CYCLE or GET THIS LOOP GOING FOREVER. It's upto you. No one's coming to save you and it doesn't have to be scary, no one's coming to save you because you're enough to save yourself. You've all the power you'll ever need. Stop doubting your power. Actually applying the law and being consistent is scary and hard because your mind is too familiar living in hell that even heaven starts to feel uncomfortable but trust me, once you come out of that comfort bubble, you'll see that you were living in a tunnel all your life when there was a whole universe outside waiting for you to come out.

You can do it. Now, GO DO IT.

[100vern]

hang up if u want to | kmg

he's in japan. you're at home, knowing there's no point in staring at your phone, waiting. mingyu might not wanna define what the two of you are, but that certainly doesn't stop him from asking for what he wants.

pairing: idol!mingyu x f. reader genre: situationship au; a lil angst, smut warnings: swearing. sexting — use of gendered terms for genitalia, mentions of oral and penetrative sex, masturbation, images/videos, dirty talk i guess?, squirting. one mention of reader wearing a dress. another mention of reader wearing mingyu’s shirt and it being large on her. (not meant to be an indication of size—that mf is just so large i think most people would drown in his clothes.) mingyu is domineering and kind of brat tamer-y but i wouldn't say this is dom-y at all. he also uses the term "baby" a lot bc i refuse to use y/n. rating: explicit. minors dni. wordcount: 3.6k listen to: namasenda - dare (pm) / khalid, 6lack, ty dolla $ign - otw / keshi - like i need u / edward maya & vika jigulina - stereo love / monsta x - addicted / brockhampton - sugar / shy martin - good together author's note: hello, i barely text men let alone sext them, so if this sucks my bad. i'm also not 100% comfy for writing any groups outside of bts, so i'm also sorry if the characterization is off. the mingyu brainrot was brainrotting tho bc if there's one thing he's gonna do it's look hot holding his phone in a photo, so. here we are. i was gonna wait and post this tomorrow but it's valentine's day so fuck it we ball. thank you: @the-boy-meets-evil, @hot-soop, & @effortandmore for checking this over and brainstorming with me. namasenda for the lyrics in the title and inspo.

Kim Mingyu Missed Call (2)

Your eyes glance upwards at the time. It’s nearing one a.m.; Mingyu’s second call came and went only a few minutes ago. The first one will have come not long after he got off stage, because they always do. There’s a script—unspoken and unacknowledged, but a script nonetheless—and Mingyu follows it religiously.

You sigh. Leave your phone on your nightstand as you change into pajamas, back into the bathroom to wash your face. Roll your eyes as you hear the texts roll in, the sound grating and ominous as it vibrates against the wood.

All part of the script.

Kim Mingyu: just got back to the hotel Kim Mingyu: you up

Also part of the script: this is the only way it goes. Maybe Mingyu wants to text you, but adrenaline’s the only reason he ever goes through with it. That post-concert high, nothing else to do with all that energy but invest it into you, and the thing about scripts is that they get old, grow stale. Always the same thing, and you can only have that conversation so many times before you get tired and rip it up.

We all have roles to play. Mingyu is the one who refuses to define what it is the two of you have, put a label on it. He’s the one who calls from countries away and speaks in that low, hushed tone. He’s the tempter, the one who holds all the cards but refuses to lay them down.

A royal flush, every single time.

And you—you’re not helpless. Not some poor creature fighting for its life in a spun-silk web. Mingyu’s capable of devouring you in more ways than one, but it’s not like that. Not really. As laissez-faire as he is, you come and go as you please, too. Perhaps it’s as mutually beneficial as it is destructive, but that’s the nature of the production; the result of the roles you two of you play.

Kim Mingyu: you ignoring me? Kim Mingyu: i saw your ig story Kim Mingyu: knock it off baby

You smile, private and sardonic, because you aren’t helpless. Sometimes it’s your web, and it’s all Mingyu can do to keep his head above water. Another role you’d borrowed from someplace else but still have memorized. Still remember all the lines, the mannerisms.

On your story: a video of you, bare skin glittering beneath the golden-fluorescent light of your bathroom; you, with your dress unzipped, the straps slipping down your arms; your hand pressed to your chest to keep yourself covered. Your back turned to the camera, visible only in the mirror, as the silk dropped to the floor.

In the settings: only two accounts given permission to see, both belonging to the same person.

In your DMs: Mingyu, on his private account with the username that looks more like a keysmash than any legible thing, reacting with the fire emoji.

Related: the image hovering just above Mingyu’s texts. The one he’d repaid you with not long after seeing your story. A mirror selfie of his own: grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, a soaked-through white t-shirt stuck to his stomach, the lines of his abs visible.

That, and everything below it—all left unanswered.

The thing about Mingyu is he’ll give chase. Doesn’t shy away from all the things he wants; isn’t shy about giving voice to them.

But he’ll never, ever beg.

(Not like this, at least. When he’s in your bed it’s always a different story. He’s a kept man, there, and kept men have no qualms about things like that. Begging for your mouth, your pussy. Begging you to let him come.)

Normally you’d let it go. Let him talk to himself in your texts, because he’s got a lot of nerve if nothing else, but you’d gone out earlier. Grabbed a few drinks with your girlfriends, let the alcohol thrum through you like a livewire. Watched as they danced with men whose names they didn’t know and never learned and thought about what it’d be like to be able to do something like that in public.

Got home, felt a little scorned, just on the edge of bitter. Made a show of taking your dress off in the bathroom mirror and posted it someplace you knew he’d look.

You: did you like it?

Rhetorical. Mingyu may not want to put a label on this thing, might not want to be caged-in and suffocated, but you know what you do to him. All the ways you affect him.

i could tell you, comes the immediate reply, and your eyes are halfway rolled when—

Kim Mingyu: or i could show you

It takes a second to come through, but once it does your breath hitches in your throat. Far from the most obscene image he’s ever sent you, but just as effective. An expanse of tanned, soft skin, lean muscle; still in those same grey sweats, bunched up a little on the thigh as he lays in his plush hotel bed with his legs spread.

At the center of it all, the outline of his hard, thick cock, so fucking big as it stretches the fabric taut.

All you can do is stare.

Mingyu is not of this earth. This thought is nothing new: he has always existed outside the realm of possibility, in more ways than one, so this is merely a fact. Grass is green, the sky is blue, sometimes you can love someone in a way that’s so overwhelming and still be no good for them.

Another fact: it’s primal, the way you need him. Always has been.

You: what am i looking at? You: new sweatpants?

On the other end of the line, it’s easy to imagine his reaction. A quick snort of laughter, tongue pressed into the fat of his cheek before he clenches his jaw. If he were here, he’d haul you into his lap, kiss you deep and messy. Trail his fingers along your skin until they settled in the hollow of your throat.

Pull away just for a second. Just long enough to say, “Watch your mouth,” before he’s licking into it.

Kim Mingyu: don’t be like that 🙄

This time your eyes fully roll. Spitefully, you snap a picture of what’s in front of you: your bedroom wall, some drama playing on the TV, a sliver of amber light from the lamp next to you.

You send it.

You: while we’re sending pictures of irrelevant shit

Truth be told, you’re not like this often, but you get a streak of it every now and then. Only ever at times like this, when the two of you haven’t seen one another in a while and the distance between you is still so ambiguous, untitled.

Usually Mingyu will come by your place. Get you stripped down to almost nothing, have you writhing on his fingers. Then, in between satisfied groans, he’ll slap at your thighs, tell you to stop being a brat.

Kim Mingyu: then send me something worthwhile You: you first

Another beat of silence. Long enough to flick through the channels, plug in your phone, let some of that heat dissipate.

Your phone chimes, and when you look down—

Those grey sweats are long gone, replaced with a pair of black briefs barely containing his cock, still hard and curved toward his stomach. You swallow. Let your eyes linger on the corded muscle of his thighs, all that soft skin. Let your mind remind you, just for a second, how it feels beneath your fingertips, your hands, your mouth.

All the sounds he makes.

Kim Mingyu: is that better Kim Mingyu: is that what you wanted

Unbidden, the corners of your mouth lift. hm… close but no, you type out. Let it sit for a few seconds before you delete it. If Mingyu wants to be a tease, you can do the same.

You situate yourself against the pillows. Angle your phone so the length of your body is visible: your bare legs twisted in the sheets, the bruise Mingyu had sucked into the inside of your thigh before he left just barely making it into the frame. What’s fully visible, though: his shirt that’s draped over your frame, how much it engulfs you, the way you’re drowning in it. In him.

You send it.

You: depends... is this what you wanted?

The response is immediate:

Kim Mingyu: absolutely not. take it off baby.

You’ve starred in this production before, knew where it was headed the second you saw the missed calls, so you’d put on his favorite of your underwear. Skimpy red lace, part of a set he’d had sent to your apartment. Used to tell you in desperate whispers how ruined he was seeing you in them; used to have to rein himself in so he didn’t rip them off.

So you snap another photo. Spread your legs a little further, pull the hem of Mingyu’s shirt between your teeth. Know seeing that sliver of your stomach will drive him crazy, too, but it’ll pale in comparison to the underwear.

You consider video calling him. Want to see his face when you send this photo—the pinch of his brows, the slight drop of his jaw. The way he’ll whimper a little, say baby in that tone that floods you with heat: a little desperate, all hushed awe, bordering on a whine.

The same kind of heat that starts to creep back in again. There’s power in desire, in being desired, and even though you’re here and Mingyu’s in a hotel room in Japan, you can still feel it. Subconscious, like some kind of red string shit. Anticipatory.

Kim Mingyu: goddamn Kim Mingyu: you wear those for me? Kim Mingyu: fuck, i wish i was there to take them off of you

You suck in a breath. and if you were? you send back.

Kim Mingyu: you know that pair is my favorite Kim Mingyu: drives me crazy every time you wear that set Kim Mingyu: but i’ve changed my mind. i want you to keep them on Kim Mingyu: want you to keep my shirt on too You: yeah? you want me to wear your shirt while you fuck me? pull my panties to the side? Kim Mingyu: slow down baby, i’m taking my time with you

In your bed, you snort to yourself. Mingyu has never been patient with anything, but especially not with you. Most of the time he’s so keyed up, wound so tight, that it’s all the two of you can do to make it to your bed—and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes Mingyu puts all that body to use, presses your back to the wall and throws your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out. Wraps your legs around him as he fucks you right there, the slide so, so easy with how wet and messy he gets you.

You remind him of as much. Type out, you? taking your time? i’ve got a couple walls in my entryway that would say differently, and laugh when the reply comes through—can’t help myself sometimes—and promptly stop laughing at the next one: never can, with you.

Kim Mingyu: have i ever told you what i love the most? Kim Mingyu: just kissing you. you always taste so good, baby Kim Mingyu: the way you get so worked up and start grabbing at me when i’m doing it. the way you try to get me to touch you. the way you start grinding your pussy on me like you can’t go another second without me inside you

You feel like you’re on fire. Gets worse with every word you read and re-read, try to commit to memory. You know it all too well, what he’s talking about. Know how warm his skin is, how firm he feels under your touch. Know what he tastes like. How soft his lips are. The way he sounds when you start to writhe, the way he groans when he presses tighter against you, presses you into the mattress, hard cock rutting against you, enough to take the edge off but nowhere near what he needs.

You: love that too You: love when you’re inside me even more

Kim Mingyu: me too baby Kim Mingyu: love the way you feel around me Kim Mingyu: always so fucking tight Kim Mingyu: ffuck

Your stomach drops at his last message. are you touching yourself? you type, even though you already know the answer. Another sight you’re blessed to know: Mingyu’s hand wrapped around himself, how the size of his cock makes it look small in comparison. Head tilted back, abs flexing under the weight of the pleasure.

You get a singular character in reply: 응.

show me.

He doesn’t respond right away. The pause is enough to have anticipation thrumming through your veins, make you a little shaky. Your hand trembles as you trace patterns into your warm, soft skin, pretending it’s Mingyu’s touch and not your own. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that grabs at your breast beneath his shirt, thumbs over your nipple; Mingyu’s touch that has soft gasps escaping you. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that dips beneath the hem of your panties.

Kim Mingyu Attachment: 1 Movie

On the screen: Mingyu’s face greets you first, eyes half-lidded and hazy, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk. He tilts his head back, lets you see the sweat-slick skin of his neck, the column of his throat; pans the camera down over his collar bones, his bare chest, before he flips the screen. Can barely fit the entirety of his frame in the shot, and it strikes you someplace deep, how big he is. How overwhelming.

You suck in a breath as your eyes focus—as you take in the way he’s stroking himself. His cock glistens with whatever lube he’d indulged in, but you can’t help but pretend it’s from you and your mouth. Wish you could see the way he’d touch himself as you sucked him nearly to orgasm and told him to finish himself off. The way he’d whine, beg a little, get a little shitty with you.

“Fuck,” you say out loud. You can feel your pupils blow at the thought.

“Jagiya,” comes Mingyu’s voice, intertwined with the sounds of the tv, a city so far away from you, “fuck, I’m so fu-fucking hard.”

If you’d thought you were on fire before, it’s nothing compared to now. Hearing the need in his voice, watching the way he’s touching himself. The way his hips stutter as his body seeks out more, more, more, always more, and the way he squeezes the base of his cock so he doesn’t come too soon.

“Wish it was you. Wish it was you touching me like this. I—fuck, need you so bad.”

You watch as Mingyu strokes over the head of his cock, as each subsequent pass gets more tacky and wet. Lick your lips at the sight of it. Want, more than anything, to get your mouth on him and taste the salt of his skin, the precome he’s jerking himself off with.

Before he even needs to ask, you start recording a video of your own. Leave your panties on because you know he’d want you to. Record the first pass of your fingers through your slick, let out a disbelieving little laugh at how wet you are, how you can hear it. Moan as you dip a finger into your cunt, just to the first knuckle. Say, “I’m so wet, Gyu, oh my god,” all breathy.

Not all that different from how you sound when he’s here. When he’s flesh and blood and right beside you, on top of you.

You use the wetness you’ve gathered and move your hand to your clit. It’s throbbing beneath your touch, your body already wound too tight, and you nearly hiss in oversensitivity and relief when you finally touch yourself the way you’ve wanted to. “Fuck.”

You force yourself to take your time. Slow, small circles, when everything in your body is screaming to be selfish, begging for release the same way Mingyu’s had.

“Should I finger myself?” you ask. A sharp inhale as your next pass has your toes curling. “Wo-won’t feel as good as you, but I need—need more.”

Before you cut the video, you zoom in a little. Make sure Mingyu will be able to see the way you’re touching yourself, be able to hear the sound of your arousal, the same sounds that have warmth blooming in your cheeks.

Kim Mingyu: jesusf fuck Kim Mingyu: god baby youre so hto Kim Mingyu: wanna see you finger yourself Kim Mingyu: please

It’s a little embarrassing, how incapable you are of denying him anything. You trust him implicitly, love him even more, so it’s second nature to give in, to adjust your phone so you don’t have to hold it. Second nature to press record, pull your panties to the side just like you’d proposed earlier; second nature to make a show of sticking two fingers in your mouth, sucking on them, before bringing them to your entrance and easing them inside.

Nothing compared to the stretch of Mingyu, both his fingers and his cock, but it’s still good. Enough to have you sighing softly, barely audible over the sound of everything else: the rustling of your sheets, the low thrum of your own television, you in general.

A rhythmic song and dance. Practiced. You grow wetter with each push and pull; know Mingyu will be able to see it, the way you work yourself open. That, too, has you a little dizzy. Breathless. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you. Not only like this, but all the time. Does he see an expiration date? Something good while it lasted? Is there just this—something carnal and superficial?

Or does he just see you?

It drives you crazy. Inspires something within you: not just the desire to please him, make it worth his while, but to be something else, something more than this. Has your fingers moving a little faster, has you grinding your clit against the palm of your hand. Has you a whining, writhing mess; has sounds spilling out that you aren’t sure you’ve ever heard come out of you.

You send it before you can overthink it. Whatever Mingyu sees in you, at least these are the images that’ll play in his mind whenever he thinks of you. At least you’ve sunk your claws into him.

Seconds pass in a blur. You’re still on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, stuck in this liminal space simply because Mingyu isn’t here, and you know, too, how this goes. Know you aren’t supposed to come without his say-so in the same way he edges himself until he gets yours.

Kim Mingyu: shit shit shit Kim Mingyu: i wish that was me. wanna take you apart like that. wanna finger you while i eat you out, make you squirt all over me again Kim Mingyu: fuck i thin k about that all the time Kim Mingyu: im gonna cum

I think about that all the time.

So do you. You, on your hands and knees, Mingyu eating you out from behind. Bracing yourself against the headboard with one arm, the other one reaching behind you to pull at his hair. You remember how relentless he’d been that night. A man possessed. Disregarded all your breathless pleas, every Mingyu, Gyu, fuck, fuck, Mingyu, baby— that left your mouth. His tongue left your pussy only long enough to say, you can take it, baby before he was right back at it. Before he worked in two fingers alongside his mouth. Before his free hand came down hard on your ass, the sting startling you, making you jerk, forcing you closer to his mouth.

You remember coming with a scream. You remember coming to with Mingyu’s lips to your neck, the sweet way he was speaking to you. You remember the knee-jerk embarrassment you felt when you saw the giant wet spot you’d left on the bed and how quickly it dissipated when Mingyu pressed a kiss to your temple, called you his good girl.

You: you can come, but you know the rule

You move your fingers back to your clit, feel all that pleasure flood back, start in your toes. It’s not long before you’re pulling a blistering orgasm from your body—one that feels like it belongs to Mingyu, wasn’t yours for the taking.

thank you, he replies, right beneath a photo of his abs streaked with cum.

The comedown is jarring. You feel both too big for your body and completely out of sorts now that you’ve fulfilled your role. Now that there’s nothing to do but sit in the stillness of your bedroom, that same drama playing on television, some girl getting her heart broken.

You wonder if Mingyu’s thinking the same. If his body also sags with relief, if the absence of all that tension feels crushing. If the first thought he has in this newfound clarity is also I love you and if he also swallows it down every single time. You wonder if he thinks about his role, if it’s becoming stale and tired.

Because you know what comes next:

Kim Mingyu: i’ll be home soon Kim Mingyu: can i see you

And you also know what you’ll say. After all, you’ve played this role before.

if you've made it this far thank you so much for reading! this is prob not my best work since it's a lil rushed but i needed something to get me out of my slump.

i would love to hear your thoughts! <3

[narxcisse]

★ — As screwed as me? (HCs)

Pairing: Jimmy x Equally Screwed-Up!GN!Reader

CW: Jimmy himself is a warning, technically Reader is a CW too, toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslight, emotional blackmail, possible violence and abusive behavior, co-dependency, trauma bonding, unhealthy coping mechanisms, possessiveness, isolation, spiraling together, reckless actions, jokes about trauma and morally questionable behaviors, brief implicit mention of what happened with Anya,mutual sabotage. Don't romanticize these atrocities irl

English isn't my native language

Fights are explosive, filled with yelling, manipulation, and even physical intimidation—but you both thrive on it. You don’t break up; just let the tension simmer until find some twisted way to make up.

You both make jokes about your trauma and chaotic tendencies, laughing at things that would horrify most people. It’s your way of coping, and you love how no one else “gets it.”

Both of you are hyper-critical of the world around u, often tearing apart societal norms and other people’s behavior while secretly being just as bad, if not worse.

The relationship is a constant battle for dominance. Jimmy loves feeling in control, but you knows how to flip the script and push his buttons when he gets too cocky.

Unintentionally (or intentionally) isolate each other from the outside world. Jimmy is possessive, and you're territorial, so you often justify cutting off friends or potential allies to keep the relationship intact.

While rarely admit vulnerability outright, there’s an unspoken understanding between you. You see through each other’s facades, and it’s both comforting and terrifying.

You love doing dangerous or impulsive things together, whether it’s vandalism, sneaking into restricted areas, or playing psychological games with unsuspecting people. It’s their version of “date night.”

When one of you is spiraling, the other doesn’t necessarily help— just spiral together. You feed off each other’s energy, creating a cycle of self-destruction that feels weirdly satisfying.

You don’t trust anyone but each other. Even when you hate each other, you’re both convinced no one else could possibly understand or handle you, only you can stand each other.

Despite everything, there are moments of genuine affection. Jimmy might pull you into his lap and mumble something about how you’re the only one who’s “real.” You in return might patch him up after a fight, calling him an idiot but staying close anyway.

You admire each other’s cleverness and cunning but are always trying to one-up each other. It’s like a toxic game of chess where no one ever wins.

You have dark, borderline cruel inside jokes about people you’ve manipulated or situations you’ve sabotaged. It’s your way of feeling superior and bonded.

(You probably have one about Anya and what Jimmy did to her.)

Neither of you could imagine life without the other, even though you know the relationship is unhealthy. You’re too far gone to let go.

Jimmy will gaslight you into thinking the fights are your fault, but he’ll also kiss your forehead afterward and promise you’re the only one who matters. You play the same game, leaving Jimmy guessing whether you love or loathe him.

If one of you tries to improve, the other will feel threatened and subconsciously (or deliberately) drags them back down.

No matter how much you hurt each other, you always come back. You’re addicted to the chaos, the drama, and the feeling of being seen—even if it’s through a cracked mirror.

You don’t need to say much to communicate. A raised eyebrow, a smirk, or a slight tilt of the head is enough to get your point across, especially when you’re plotting something together.

You tease each other mercilessly about your weaknesses or past mistakes, but if anyone else dares to do the same, you become a united front of pure wrath.

You’re the most “at home” when things are chaotic. Quiet, stable moments make you both uneasy, and one of you usually stirs up trouble to restore the normalcy of your dysfunction.

You’re not above using each other’s vulnerabilities to get what you want, but it’s almost like a game—you both know what’s happening and let it slide because you’d do the same thing in reverse.

Instead of normal couple activities, your “dates” involve things like watching the world burn (metaphorically or literally), staking out a place for a potential con, or picking apart other people’s relationships while drinking cheap whiskey or red bull.

You both laugh the hardest when things are falling apart. Whether it’s your lives or someone else’s, the absurdity of it all fuels your bond.

Jimmy gets irrationally jealous if you shows interest in someone else, even in passing. But instead of addressing it maturely, he’ll find subtle ways to remind you who you belong to. What do you do? Flirt back just to see how far you can push him.

Both of you have physical or emotional scars that sometimes compare, almost competitively. You act like they’re bragging, but deep down, it’s a weirdly vulnerable bonding moment.

Instead of saying “I love you,” you’ll say things like, “Don’t screw this up,” or “You’re lucky I tolerate you.” Yet, there’s a warmth in your tone that says everything.

You both live for the adrenaline rush—whether it’s Jimmy pulling off a risky scheme or you egging him on. When things calm down, you get restless and look for the next thrill.

You’re honest to the point of cruelty, especially when calling out each other’s flaws. Yet, secretly value that honesty because it’s proof you’re not being lied to (at least not about that).

Despite the toxic tendencies, you're fiercely protective of each other. Jimmy might be a manipulative mess, but if someone even looks at you the wrong way, he’ll make sure they regret it. And you’d burn the world for him, even if you’re the one who started the fire in the first place.

When one of you is down, the other doesn’t offer soft encouragement. Instead, it’s more like, “Get up. We’re not done yet,” or “Don’t let them win. That’s our job.”

You validate each other’s worst traits. Jimmy praises your ruthlessness, and you admire his cunning, even when it’s clearly harmful. It’s a vicious cycle that neither of u wants to break.

You know things about each other that no one else does—things so dark or personal that would horrify others. Instead of using it as leverage, you let it fester as a reminder of your unspoken loyalty.

The fights escalate quickly, with both of u knowing exactly where to hit to hurt the most. But after the dust settles, you act like nothing happened, as if the screaming matches are just part of the routine.

After a bad day, Jimmy might rest his head on your lap or chest while you absentmindedly play with his hair. Or just sit in silence together, sharing a cigarette, no words needed.

No matter how much you mess with each other, you’re in it for the long haul. If Jimmy is going down, you're going with him—and vice versa.

It’s not healthy, and you both know it. But in your twisted, screwed-up way, you "genuinely" care for each other. Your love might be sharp-edged and destructive, but it’s still love, at least from your point of view.

[stonedficz]

✰ star shaped ✰ ch. 3 ❛is what i know true?❜

[schlatt x streamer!reader]

ch. 1 / ch. 2 / ch. 4

a/n: this is mostly revised. if you see something - it’s more than likely intentional. like and comment! luv u all! eat up bbs, momma made DINNERRR

You were both up all night.

You were planning. Podcast ideas, videos, scripts, guidelines, blog posts - everything. You planned to make the best of the opportunity you were offered with your favorite person, your crush, your everything. You had so many feelings about him. Parasocial love, deep admiration, all of it. You were obsessed. He was a star.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He didn’t know why. His feelings swirled in his chest, making their way down to his stomach. He played with the hem of his shirt for hours as he sat at his desk, catching up with b-t-s work for things like GamerSupps, his pc company, and his channels. He almost felt anxious. Anxious? Him? Sometimes, but rarely. His stomach twisted in a knot the more the thought of you came into his mind.

“The fuck is wrong with me,” he breathed out heavily, glancing down.

2:00 am

“Shit.” He leaned back in his desk chair. “I’m hungry as fuck, I don’t know why I’m still up, AND I can’t do shit till tomorrow because everything’s fucking closed.”

riiiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiing

click

“Ted?”

“Yea bud, what’s up? Everything alright? You never call this late. Hell, you barely call.” Ted tiredly chuckled through the phone.

“Look, iii don’t know man, somethin’ just…” he sighed in confusion, holding his forehead with one hand.

“Genuinely, Schlatt, are you okay? Like do I need to call someone or is this just.. stress?”

“No man, I’m fine. Fuck. I just, did something and I’m not stressed I’m just - God, I don’t even fucking know. I think I’m just hungry. I didn’t do anything BAD, I just, y’know, made a choice and now I’m unsure, I guess.” He sighed, leaning back into his chair.

“As long as everything’s fine, then okay. Go get some grub man. Maybe smoke some weed, if you want. If only you were in LA...” Ted’s voice gradually raised in playful pitch till Schlatt interrupted,

“Alright, fuck you.” He chuckled.

click.

That was how most of their calls went. He got up and towards the kitchen, setting his phone down to grab some leftovers to heat for a late dinner. He looked back down at his phone while his food was in the microwave.

"shit." he ran his hand over his face, hearing the microwave beep. His eyes were locked onto his phone. "What is it with me tonight?" he spun around to open the microwave door and retrieve his dinner, when all of a sudden, he heard a

ding.

His eyes darted to his phone. Who could it be? He didn't have notifications on for anything but friends, and everyone he knew was asleep, or busy.

His eyes squinted.

From here (the microwave) he could see an icon on the notification. Instagram. Now, who would be messaging him at this hou-

He saw the username.

-

cookkizkill

hey! sorry for sending this message so late, but I got the pod map together. just a bunch of ideas. i'd like your thoughts on them when you get the chance! let me know if you'd be avaliable to call sometime tomorrow (really, today, since it's .. the morning)

-

He hesitated.

He shouldn't reply now. It was unprofessional. It would make him look bad. Well, maybe not bad, but weird. He shouldn't reply this fast to someone he didn't know.

But he felt like he knew her. Six months of reading messages, having one sided conversations through donos, and watching her youtube videos - it all added up to a perceived feeling of knowing.

"Oh God." he looked down at Jambo in defeat. "I'm a parasocial freak, aren't I, Jambo? Am I just like her?"

"Mow."

"Fuck you too, you little shit." he sighed heavily and picked up his phone.

There was no use in hesitating. If bad things were to happen, they'd happen no matter what they did. The same for good things. His small actions - so long as they were well-meaning - truly were just that. Well-meaning. He had nothing to lose. God only knows he WAS the uncancellable man of youtube, anyways.

-

cookkizkill

i also wanted to say thank you. i don't want to run you off with any sentiments, but I genuinely appreciate you offering to do a collab with me.

something like this both means the world to me, and has the chance to change my life. I've been watching you for a long time - to have an opportunity like this - something like you were given, makes me really happy and proud of myself. im super excited to get to do this pod!

jschlatt

i appreciate that. You're a sweet kid. We can call in the morning, go ahead and add me on discord @.jschlatt and we'll get to talking. I'll be ready to discuss everything by 11. My lawyer got the papers back from you so everything is good to go.

-

He could go to sleep now. He was okay. Whatever he felt earlier had mostly dissipated.

You blacked out after reading that text. Literally, from exhaustion and shock, your nervous system just powered down and helped you out. You had been laying in bed thinking about him, this, and all your feelings for hours. Hours. You hadn’t eaten dinner, you were losing your mind, and the worst of it was, you didn’t even take a shower. You were gonna be so pissed when you woke up. Oh, no, you weren’t. You were gonna call Schlatt. How could anything upset you?

Schlatt ate his leftovers and went on with his night, very quickly falling asleep after finally eating.

Eleven a.m. couldn’t come any faster.

-

You were ready by 9. Dolled up, dressed to the nine, perfectly calculated with notes, thoughts, and words (as well as some fan questions teehee), sweating in anticipation of meeting your favorite person - your role model, etc. You couldn’t imagine what this would be like. You got prettied up just in case it was a video call, but you figured knowing him, it would be audio only. Knowing him..

Did you?

Who’s to say he’s never been true to himself online. Maybe, even theweeklyslap project was simply to provide an alibi. He could be fake. You could be getting scammed. God, that would hurt. You’d drop out if this was fake. In fact you’d probably do meth, if this turned out to be fake. It would rip you apart.

You wished he would rip you apart. If you could even get into the same area code as him, it might satisfy you. There was a growl deep inside of you that wanted him. Not particularly sexually, either, but something that ached. You were desperate. Humiliatingly so.

You didn’t know what it was. His hands? Arms? Shoulders? Posture? Face? Whole body? Irresistible personality? Maybe it was because he acted like a douchebag. You liked douchebags, based off all your ex-boyfriends. Maybe he was as sweet as condensed milk, and he just didn’t show it.

Maybe he was what you wanted. Maybe he wasn’t. You didn’t know - nor did you care. The clock struck eleven, and you saw his user come online. You called at 11:00:30. Thirty seconds past eleven, so as to not be overtly early.

He probably didn’t notice.

He did.

“hiiii!” you exclaimed happily, and sweetly.

“Hello, hello. How’s it going this morning?” he chuckled sweetly. He had a gamersupps shaker in hand. On brand.

(Yeah, he had no clue you were recording this whole conversation. Teehee.)

“It’s so good! I’m so excited! This is an amazing experience, being able to discuss a collaboration with my role model. How is your morning? Have anything good to eat?” your heart was pounding out of your chest. Your hands wrung themselves under the desk you sat at.

“Well, you’re one for small talk, huh sweetheart?” he smiled and chucked. “I had some eggs. They were pretty good. Seasoned ‘em well too. What about you?”

‘oh my god’ you bit your lip as you nodded and ‘mhm’d’, though he couldn’t see you. ‘he’s so.. UGH.’ your stomach flooded with butterflies. It’s everything you hoped it would be, in these first 4 sentences. That is, meeting him.

“Ah, you know me - too busy grinding to eat. I just had a snack.” you smiled and laughed, opening up your notes. You were shaking. Vigorously. Something about this - what was it? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Was he flirting?

No, never. That’s not like him.

Well…

“Take it from me, good meals fuel the soul. You need ‘em to make good content.” he sighed. “Now- why don’t you hit me with your ideas here? Whatcha thinkin’?” he purred slightly. He genuinely sounded excited to talk about this proposed podcast ep.

‘oh my god. his voice.’ you groaned in your mind. This was almost painful. You were given exactly what you wanted, unfortunately. You got your cake.

Now you can’t eat it.

“So - here’s my thoughts.” your voice shook. Oh, God, were you going to reveal your hand? How nervous you were?

“I’m thinking we do a cooking episode. Y’know, how you guys did those video podcasts? But the kicker - we’re at our own places trying to cook the same recipe, seeing who can get it closest to the original picture, and or taste.” your voice continued to shake. The look on your face was, needless to say, scared. You were so nervous. The performance anxiety got to your bones - terminal. You felt like you were drowning in emotion. You could scream, cry, shake vehemently, all the big things.

Well, at least your camera wasn’t on.

“Ooh. Okay, okay. I like the idea so far - Jambo, fuckin’ stop - shit, hold on.” you heard him rustling. “Look at this fucker.”

He turned his camera on.

He held jambo to his chest and face. Your jaw dropped, and your eyes shot open. You were SO screen recording this. Quickly, however, you collected yourself and turned yours on too, snatching your own cat from beside your chair so fast he almost got whiplash.

“OH MY GOOOOODDDDDDD!” you screeched. “I love Jambo!” you shot your head back while you held Jeremy (the cat) on your chest. “I love your cats.”

The next words to leave your mouth would be life or death.

“You like my pussy?” you chuckled, rotating the chair enough for Jeremy’s dumb face to be visible in the camera. This was a terrible, terrible joke to make during your first impression.

His eyes went wide for a split second. Involuntary. You caught it.

He hoped you hadn’t.

He shut his eyes, tipped his head, and jutted out his lower lip in appreciation for the bit. Jambo head butted him.

“Dumb fuck, that wasn’t meant for you.” he scoffed, putting Jambo down. “Anyways, I do like the idea. I think that would be good for my first cameo on your channel - y’know, just to tease the people.” he tipped his head to the side in thought out approval and nodded.

“I appreciate that!” you smiled with your whole face, breathlessly.

‘wait.

first cameo? FIRST? FIRST? WHAT THE HELL DOES HE MEAN FIRST?!’

“You know I gotta ask, though -“ your breath hitched. You couldn’t breathe. You coughed impulsively to try and make yourself have the strength to speak. “What do you mean by ‘first cameo’?” your lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. God, he was easy to read sometimes. You knew him too well parasocially.

“Oh, you know what I mean sweetheart. Don’t play dumb.” He furrowed his brow and looked directly at the image of you on his screen with a small smile, “Your fans - even if there isn’t a million of them - all know you love me. How insane would it be for you to show them you know me? Either way, I’m down to collab more because I have an appreciation for what you do. You stay true to yourself, it’s something to respect.” one hand rubbed his obviously freshly trimmed chops.

‘did he shave to call me? was his plan all along to show his face?

did he want to see mine?’

You were silent. Awestruck. Breathless. All of it. How were you SUPPOSED to react?

“Schlatt, how did you feel - “ you choked slightly. “- how did you feel when you met your idol, Mr. Sark?”

“Like I was gonna shit my pants. Why? Did you shit yours?” he chuckled, taking a sip. He smiled slightly deviously.

“Yeah. It’s all over the floor. Actually, I shit so much that my cat drowned. You didn’t notice, but, earlier he jumped off my lap and fell right into it like it was quicksand. Gone forever.”

He chuckled breathlessly for just a few moments. “What the fuck are you even going on about?” His brows furrowed again as he continued to laugh for, like, no reason.

“You’re fuckin’ stupid. I think we’re gonna get along.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. and YES, I almost did piss myself. This is all just - I don’t know, it’s cool! This is my dream, getting to meet you. It’s insane to me that I was granted this INSANE wish. I feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Maybe you don’t.” he sighed. “Maybe you’ll never blow up, or get any semblance of a fan base -“ his words rolled of his tongue. He smacked his lips. “but, the opportunity is here. Are you gonna take it? Or are you going to revel in this idea; concept, even, that you just don’t deserve it?

Make the best of it. If this doesn’t help you out, at least you met your ‘idol’, and gained an acquaintance.” he raised his brows as he looked closer to the floor in thought, pursing his lips.

He’s said this before.

To who? He wasn’t the sentimental type, from what you could tell. Not for a stranger.

Is some of this what he told himself all those years ago? When he first blew up?

“You give some good advice. I feel like I’m on theweeklyslap. This is, well, an honor.” you smiled sweetly. The more you talked to him, the more calm you got. You were still excited, but something about him told you that you were safe. “Let’s plan to do this next week? Next Wednesday, if you’re free?”

“You call, and I’ll be ready, toots.” he nodded his head with his brows furrowed in serious sentiment.

He let a small smile crawl onto his face. You knew he was looking at you again.

Your eyes squinted as you smiled in intrigued confusion. “Perfect. I’ll call Wednesday. I’ll send all the nitty gritty details over so you can be really ready.” you nodded back, an even more confused, and apprehensively happy smile spreading across your face.

“See you then sweetheart.”

Click.

[spiderhanzzz]

"I'M FUCKING SPIDERMAN, BABY" — han jisung.

who would've guessed that the guy you've been texting on tinder is spiderman?

word count: 2.7k

pairings: spiderman!han x journalist intern!reader

genres: humor, fluff, slight angst, comfort, kind of fake dating???

warnings: swearing, drinking, han is referred to as peter, reader and han are both uni students, mentions of vomit and violence, mild injuries, lowkey blackmailing if u squint, no use of y/n & gender neutral reader, han calls reader "pretty" once, usage of "baby" and "sweetie" too

playlist: les childish gambino, dare gorillaz, novacane frank ocean, i bet you look good on the dancefloor arctic monkeys, making the bed olivia rodrigo

a/n: my first fic raaahh!!! >:3 so so excited for u 2 read all these crazy ideas swirling inside my head

“...whoever provides the information on Spider-Man’s real identity will receive a cash prize of $1,000 US dollars…”

Your gaze bores to the glow of your old crappy TV. You haven’t had the time nor funds to purchase a new one, given that your only employment at the moment is a journalistic internship. It’s a good agency, the same one reporting on screen right now, and you acknowledge how hard you had worked to get the position. Nevertheless, you wish you prioritized financial gain over prestige, because now you’re stuck in your run-down apartment in New York, investigating the biggest issues for no money at all.

So you guess it’s not that big of a deal that you have no leads on who the hell Spider-Man is. If any higher-ups scold you, you could just hit them with those snarky remarks you’ve kept in the back of your mind all this time. How do you expect incentive from me if you’re not even paying me? I’m writing all your scripts because everyone else is a damn deadbeat! Maybe then they’ll start appreciating you.

You released a heavy sigh. All this nonsense is giving you a permanent headache, and it doesn’t help that you spend most of your free time scrolling mindlessly on your phone, which lights up with a new text notification the moment you start thinking about it. Perhaps you’ve spent so much time on your phone it’s becoming a part of your brain?

Peter Han: hahah tbh im pretty busy this week, but i’ll let u know for sure :)

A light shade of embarrassment tints your face when you catch yourself smiling at the text message. Usually Peter— the cute guy you’ve been texting on Tinder— never uses any emoticons. In fact, he’s been acting pretty uninterested and dry with you, which wouldn’t bother you as much if it weren’t for the fact that you desperately need a date to your friend’s birthday party next week.

Despite your humiliatingly destitute lifestyle, you pride yourself for your unmatched abilities to blend into any crowd. So like any other New Yorker, you decided to surround yourself with upper class Manhattan socialites. They like you; they don’t need to know about your financial status.

But with great power comes great responsibility, and with great social life comes great expectations. Last week it was a certain Kate Spade wallet with the intentions to match with the whole group of girls, and the week before it was table manners at a European restaurant (how in the hell were you supposed to know which fork to use for a crème brûlée?) This week, though, they gave you the most impossible task of all: get a date.

And you would. Truly, you would. It’s not like you’re particularly unattractive or unlikeable or anything like that. It’s just that you haven’t dipped your toes into the dating pool since university started, and you’re too far gone now. Your peers are fluent in these unspoken rules of dating and you don’t even really know what a situationship is.

Thus why you’re acting a little bit too desperate with Peter.

As you draft a response to him— is it better to use two or three y’s in hey?— your train of thoughts are interrupted by a loud thud on your balcony, followed by a shadow of vibrant colours. Your couch is situated safely so you can see right out the window, but angled in a way that someone outside wouldn’t be able to see you inside. You found this hack on social media on a particularly paranoid rush of nerves and thanked whoever that person was every single night.

Hesitating for a minute, you consider your options: a) attempt to fight off whoever is in your building, b) run out and alert security, or b) pretend like you didn’t hear anything and pray you don’t see your own face on TV tomorrow instead of Spider-Man’s.

If you were acting rational you would have chosen the last option. After all, it’s New York— if there’s anything prevalent here, it’s crime. But you are just so fucking bored. 

So you grab a baseball bat and swing open the window. 

“Get the hell off my balcony, dude!”

To your surprise, you stand face to face with a pair of dangling Converse All-Stars (really dirty ones, too). In your spur of confusion you come to the conclusion that whoever is sitting above your flat has the ugliest red socks you’ve ever seen in your life.

“What the fuck, man?” The person exclaims. “You bruised my knee!”

“That sounds about right for messing with my place, no?” You say, stepping out onto the balcony to get a good look at the stranger.

Just when you think you couldn’t get more disoriented, you realize the man you’re looking up to is not a stranger at all. It’s none other than Peter Han, in a full on Spider-Man suit.

“Peter…?”

The stranger, AKA Peter, breathes out a nervous laugh, raking his hand through his messy hair. Cute, you think.

“I think you mistook me for someone else. I’m not Peter.”

“Okay…” You say dubiously. “Why are you wearing a Spider-Man suit then?”

“I’m a… uh… cosplayer?”

When his eyes meet yours, the truth sings: he’s been caught. Peter Han is Spider-Man.

He’s terrified, you can tell. You don’t blame him— you would be too in his position. But it’s not just the fact that you know now; it’s also the mischievous glint twinkling in your eyes. Just what the hell are you thinking about that could be so amusing right now?

“W-what’s that look for?”

You can’t hold it in anymore. Maniacal laughter bursts out of you like you’ve been possessed by the spirit of a circus clown, and you have to hold on to the balcony railing to stop yourself from falling over. “Oh, Peter, you naive little fool.”

Peter’s brows furrow in confusion. You mentally curse yourself for admiring how handsome he looks when he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m on the case to find out Spider-Man’s identity. Well, your identity, I guess.”

“You did not tell me that.”

“Yes, I did.” You cross your arms over your chest, shooting him a judgemental look. “You’d know that if you paid any attention to what I have to say.”

“Look, listen…” Peter braces his lean arms on the side of the window to lower himself on your balcony. Standing face to face, you note that he’s not as tall as you thought. “I know I haven’t been the warmest person to you, but I would literally get on my knees and beg for you to please not tell anyone about this.”

You hum in amusement, taking a step closer to him and raising your chin with undoubted sanguine. Like this, you’re almost the same height as him. “As tempting as that sounds, I’d rather have you doing something else for me.”

Peter chuckles in disbelief, eyes wandering to the sky as if to ask God what have I done to deserve this absolute nonsense? His palms rest upon your shoulders when he looks you dead in the eye and says, “You are not blackmailing me, sweetie.”

“That’s a lot of confidence for someone who has very blackmail-able secrets.”

“That’s not even a word!”

“Whatever.” You peel away his hands from your shoulders, straightening your posture and pulling your shoulders back. Peter faces you with a puzzled gaze as you offer him your hand, clearing your throat and stating, “Peter Han, I would like to make a deal with you.”

He doesn’t move. “And that is…?”

“Date me.” Seeing his face contort into an even deeper state of befuddlement, you follow up with elaboration. “One date to a party next week, and just a few meet-ups and texts to prove that our relationship is going strong. In return, I’ll pretend this whole exchange never happened.”

You’re both silent for what feels like hours, eyes fighting a silent mental battle, until Peter’s rough palms finally envelop your own. You’re aware of how crazy and delusional you sound, but you swear he pulls you in just a little bit closer.

“Deal.”

It’s your third year in the city, and you’re still not fully familiarized with the parties. Contrary to your expectations of drunk sweaty bodies dancing up on each other, your friends’ definition of parties consists of low warm lighting embracing their glittered luxury brand dresses as they swirl their fancy little martinis and cosmopolitans. You appreciate it, really, since you don’t have to use up your voice every other night just to shout over the deafening electronic music. However it’s much harder to appreciate the pressure it puts on you to behave a certain way— dance like nobody’s watching, but be aware that they are.

As you slowly walk to approach your friends (rule #32: no running in public spaces, you’ll look like an idiot) you feel a large hand brush softly against your waist. You turn to face your date for the night, warmth creeping up your cheeks as you take in his appearance. The only suit he’s wearing now is an all-black tuxedo with no tie, the first three buttons of his shirt opened. His black hair is brushed down smoothly, pieces of it falling just right to frame his glowing face.

“You clean up well,” you remark, circling your arm in his as you guide him towards the bar where your friends are sitting.

“I could say the same to you, pretty.” With the sleek black shoes he’s wearing, he’s a few inches taller. Slightly looking down on you, he gives you a subtle wink.

God, he’s such a heartthrob.

Your friends round up to give you hugs and kisses to welcome your presence, ever so politely. One of them acknowledges Peter’s companionship. “You must be the date.”

“That I am.” Peter returns the approach, showing off his adorably heart-shaped smile. “Peter Han, pleasure to meet you.”

The rest of the night runs as it does in your dreams the night before. By the time you had arrived, your friends were already buzzed enough to pay no mind to the way the leather is peeling off your only pair of formal shoes nor to the typo on your fake branded bag. Just the way it’s supposed to be.

Peter doesn’t leave your side the entire night, only lifting his arm around your waist to grab more drinks for the both of you. Occasionally you catch him absentmindedly rubbing your back, and occasionally you catch yourself wondering how someone who spends so much of his life fighting can be this gentle.

During a small bathroom break, one of your friends pulls you aside and whispers, “He looks at you like you hung the stars, you know.”

If you weren’t so swept up in the feeling of finally belonging under the subtle incandescence of a high-end bar in Manhattan, you would have noticed the way Peter’s eyes darken when he read a notification off his phone, or the way his lips press into a tight line when he gazes at you, laughing your heart away amongst your friends.

So you’re nothing short of confounded when he wraps his arms around your waist and leans down to mumble, “Baby, I have to go, there’s a work emergency. I’ll catch you later, alright?”

Your friends bid him farewell and you press a chaste kiss to his cheek, immediately turning away when you feel his body tense. When he walks out the door, you keep your eyes focused on how his soft hair loses its shimmer as he walks out into the night.

And you try to enjoy the warm liquid pouring down your throat for the fifth time tonight, savoring the way you can almost taste a bit of yourself pull away from reality each time, knowing at least one of the people around you will walk away tonight asking, “don’t you think that Peter is a bit cold?”

You sit on the edge of your balcony, something you never do unless you’re going through an existential crisis or drunk off your ass. Tonight it’s both. As usual, the distant sirens and exclamations of curses wrap a tight band around your head. You’re dizzy; either from the alcohol or situation or both.

The ocean of fluorescent lights from the streets of Queens drift your mind to recall just how you ended up here. Three years ago, you were a fresh high school graduate with a million opportunities in front of you. Now you’re broke and rely too much on the validation of your non-broke friends to fulfill the void inside you. The thought of eventually having nobody but yourself after you graduate makes you wanna vomit on a passerby’s head.

“Hey, baby.” A particularly resonant voice startles you out of your thoughts. Peter is swinging from your balcony railing, a pair of gray sweatpants and zip-up jacket slung over his Spider-Man suit. “Sorry for ditching early. I got pizza and flowers to make it up to you, though.”

He swings himself to sit down next to you, placing the box of pizza and bouquet in front of your crossed legs. When he pulls his mask over his head to remove it, your eyes glance over his cuts and bruises. They definitely weren’t there earlier.

“What happened?” You unconsciously bring a hand up to his face, brushing your knuckles tenderly over the sensitive areas. It’s only when he winces that you drop your hand back down to your lap.

“Some guy tried to rob a bank.” Peter shrugged, refusing to meet your gaze. “Turns out he brought a bunch of other guys to back him up.”

“Did you win, at least?”

Though his face is turned down, you can see Peter’s eyes crinkle into a smile underneath his tousled hair. “Yeah, ‘course I did. Who do you think I am, a loser? I’m fucking Spider-Man, baby.”

Ten minutes later you’re seated face to face, still on your balcony, with you dabbing a cotton pad onto his injuries. No words were exchanged; you just went in and out to grab your emergency medical kit and grabbed him by the chin. The pizza box is left unattended, but neither of you care much about the hunger puncturing your insides.

“Why do you look so down?” Peter inquires as you place a Hello Kitty bandaid on his cheekbone, giggling breathlessly as you do so.

“Do I?”

“Yeah.” He brings his own hand up to your face, brushing away the strands of your hair on your forehead. “I mean, you’re smiling now, but your eyes have this sadness to them. So, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

What the actual fuck? It literally takes you every nerve in your body to fight the urge to propose to this man right then and there.

“Hey, come on,” he urges, delicately pulling your face an inch closer to his. His thumbs run down your flushed cheeks, and it takes you a while to notice he’s brushing away your tears. “I said talk to me.”

“Well, you’ve probably already noticed that I’m different from my friends.” You wrap your fingers around his wrists. “I guess I thought I could pull off the whole socialite act, but I’m starting to feel so…”

When you can’t find the words, Peter finds them for you. “Lost?”

He presses his forehead to yours as you nod softly. “This might not be the best time, but I think you’re a star.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you shine the brightest amongst everyone else’s shadow. And your friends probably see you that way too. Also that I really, really want to take you out on a real date.”

“You were right, it’s terrible timing.” You fake pout, pretending as if your heart didn’t skip a beat at his words.

“Sorry, sorry!” Peter laughs, setting distance between the two of you once again. There is no inclination to pull him back, though; the space devoid of someone else finally feels comfortable.

“My answer is yes, by the way, you can take me out on a real date. Unfortunately no blackmail this time, though, I think I'm gonna quit that dumb internship.”

Both of you share a fit of affectionate laughter. The temperate scent of food merges with that of the flowers and caresses your senses as Peter opens the box of pizza. “If they ever make fun of you for not being rich, we can always stage one of them as Spider-Man. We'll even get $1,000 from it, then you'll actually be rich."

“I’ll take you up on that offer, Spidey.”

[neurolearn]

This list is for the late-diagnosed, the ones running on vibes and social scripts, and anyone who’s ever left a conversation and immediately needed to lie down.

If you recognise yourself in here - hi! And BTW… You were never broken. Just busy surviving.

30 Signs You Were Masking Before You Knew What Masking Was

1. You rehearsed conversations in your head before speaking.

2. You copied people’s mannerisms to seem “normal.”

3. You felt exhausted after socialising — but didn’t know why.

4. You laughed when everyone else did, even if you didn’t get the joke.

5. You had a “phone voice” and a “real voice.”

6. You constantly second-guessed your facial expressions.

7. You pre-wrote texts, deleted them, rewrote them again.

8. You mimicked personalities to fit in different groups.

9. You felt like you were “performing” in public.

10. You obsessed over how to sit or where to put your hands.

11. You suppressed stimming (fidgeting, tapping, etc.) around others.

12. You monitored your tone of voice while speaking.

13. You made yourself smile even when you didn’t want to.

14. You watched others to know when to laugh, nod, or react.

15. You feared being “too much” all the time.

16. You downplayed your interests to avoid judgment.

17. You practiced eye contact in the mirror.

18. You over-apologised constantly.

19. You copied people’s slang or phrases to “blend in.”

20. You avoided correcting people even when they were wrong.

21. You had a “safe” topic you used to sound engaged.

22. You studied others’ body language like it was a second language.

23. You adjusted your volume based on who you were with.

24. You were called a “people pleaser” or “chameleon.”

25. You didn’t realise you had needs until burnout hit.

26. You were praised for being “so mature” or “low maintenance.”

27. You worried more about being liked than being comfortable.

28. You filtered everything you said in case it was “weird.”

29. You felt like you didn’t know who you really were.

30. You finally learned what masking was and cried.

Repost. Tag your friend who’s still over-apologising. Add your own. We’re not masking anymore. (Unless we need to. Safety first.)

[sleepy-grav3]

Parents - Uramichi x Reader

A/n: Random idea passed by and I couldn't make it go away, so uh yay

Summary: Uramichi, Kumao, Usao, and S/n (stage name) are made to go to a lovely mall event for father's day! Uramichi does a passionate speech about parents and growing up and Y/n couldn't help but tear up at what he had said, leading to an emotional bonding moment.

Tw: Angst (there is comfort), parent problems, swears, spoilers, depression, verbal abuse, some other stuff I might've ended up forgetting...

Also, your stage costume is a hip-hop dancer type with sunglasses. You always wear the sunglasses to hide your eyes that seem to always show your current mood (which isn't good for your job). Just a little thing.

And this is also not too romantic, but whatever.

Y/n’s POV

“Y/n, I always see you with the sunglasses… They’re also really heavily tinted with a color and have different shapes. I doubt that Derekida actually buys those…”

I turned to look over at Usahara and smiled.

“Why do I wear these? Well people say that my eyes give away my current feelings! And since I work 2 jobs to keep living while having mandatory therapy to prevent me from going to a mental hospital, I don’t get sleep that often! So how do you think I feel every single god damn day?”

“U-um… Tired? Maybe?”

“Wow! You got it right! And what happens when you’re tired for such a reasoning every single fucking day?”

“You have heavy eye bags and get really angry really easily?”

“Ding ding ding! That must’ve been a hard question, Usao! I’m so glad the bunny learned yet another thing today!”

Usahara backed away, leaning over Kumatari’s shoulder.

“Is it just me or is Y/n sounding more and more like Uramichi as the days go on?”

“Please don’t talk to me.”

You mean the depressed 31-year old who’s having breakdowns about 10 times a day? Honey, I only break down to that point when nobody’s watching. This is nothing.

“You’re not a very good whisperer, Usao!”

“EEK!”

To top it off, Uramichi entered the room with a blank stare and… what’s with the red balloon? He might as well be trying to cosplay Nicklewise with that balloon… but more depressed…

He turned his head to me with a more intense blank stare. I only tilted my head and gave him a more bright and sparkly smile. That seemed to make it worse as the stare became more… intense- how the hell is he doing that?!

“Hey, it’s Uramichi-san, good mor-”

“Morning. Want a balloon?”

“Nope. For someone in your line of work, it’s amazing how little that look suits you…”

“Huh?!”

“...Nothing.”

“Y/n?”

“I look like a kid enough with this get up. Do I need a balloon and backwards cap to top it off?”

“... yes.”

“No ♥️”

-

I pushed Uramichi off stage for a moment, seeing as he broke down after a single comment from a child. Wimp.

“Haha! That was so nice of you to say, Tak-kun! It hit his heart so hard that he couldn’t help but cry from joy! Let’s give Uramichi oniisan some to convert that joy into energy instead of tears! And I think I know just the way! Let’s all get up and have a dance session with S/n!”

I could already see some of the parents hesitating along with some of the older siblings chuckling. I’ll teach ‘em-

“YAYYY!”

Some music started up and I started to guide them through it, making sure I called out each and everyone who laughed at our Uramichi ^v^

-

“Today, as a special treat, Uramichi Oniisan and his friends will draw pictures of their daddies too!”

That’s not on the script-

“...Huh?” Uramichi turned to the hostess. “That… wasn’t on the script.”

“Us too? For real?”

“Don’t you want to know what their daddies look like, boys and girls?”

The audience cheered, making me realize how often we use these kids to support our own ideas to cover for our faults. Huh…

“Gosh! I don’t know if I can draw my dad that well! Do you guys remember your dad’s faces?”

“I love my dad, hippety! No… well, I guess I remember it, but can I draw it? Maybe not..”

“Me too, grr! I just remembered I haven’t visited my folks since two years ago.”

“Wow, to think I get to show my dad off to the kids! I bet he’ll be so happy! Absolutely, but I'm not giving him this satisfaction. Make it up, that's what I'm doing.”

"That's actually really sad..." Usahara drooped his shoulders a bit.

I ignored everything else that happened, focusing on drawing some random man that would fit my character. What would fit my character? Maybe I should just make him have some normal clothes and make it up as I go? Nah, I’ll just make him another dancer.

I turned to see how the others were doing until I saw the fuck up the animals made.

“What the hell happened to your characters?” I questioned.

“Seriously, what happened to your characters?” Usamichi repeated.

That’s when they realized their fuck up. That didn’t work though, the kids still questioned it.

“H-hey, let’s take a look at the other two, hippety!”

I launched myself over to Usao, wrapping an arm around his shoulder with a hearty laugh.

“Man, I was wondering when I would be up! This is my dad! He’s another dancer like me! Showed me the ropes, you know? Ain’t he cool!”

“Yeah!”

“But I’m better, right!”

“YEAHH!”

“WOOO! That’s the spirit! Let’s move onto our amazing oniisan! Whatcha got the-... there…?”

The drawing he made was rough but it was of a muscular man throwing a crying kid and holding another crying kid. I had to strain my smile to keep it up as he spoke about his father. I’m… I’m amazed that he didn’t draw someone different like I did…

There was definitely more to this man, but children were present and he isn’t actually that close to us at the moment, so I doubt we’ll really get much more out of him unless we see through the lines…

Those lines have a pretty big gap though, so it’s not like it’s that hard.

“Weren’t you sad having him as a daddy?”

“If he hadn’t been my dad, I wouldn’t be here talking to you today!”

Wouldn’t that be a good thing?

“We all have only 1 life to live. Sometimes we think we’ve made a mistake, even if we can’t be sure whether that’s true or not… But in the end, if something brings us even a little happiness, it wasn’t a mistake at all! Whether you can reverse the mistakes of your mommies or daddies… all depends on the lives you grow up to lead. Even if you can’t live for somebody else… if you can live without blaming somebody else, I think that’s wonderful.”

Before a tear fell, I quickly wiped it away and went over to Uramichi, giving him a small side hug and a rub on his back. He put a hand on my shoulder, gripping it a bit tight for comfort.

Man, nothing can get past this man.

-

I couldn’t really see through my tears anymore as I sat down and took off my sunglasses.

“Fuck man… you need to warn me when you do those speeches..”

“Holy shit- are you crying?” Usahara asked.

“Shut up, I’ll clear up in a moment. Just… fuck…”

I felt someone pulling me into an embrace, petting my head so I rested against his shoulder.

“It’s ok to cry in front of us, just let it out.”

Uramichi…

~Flashback | 3rd person ~

“Stop crying! This isn’t something to cry about!” Y/n’s dad exclaimed.

“I-I ca-can’t!”

Y/n curled up in their seat at the dining table, pulling at their hair to relieve some stress.

“It’s just homework, why can’t you do something as simple as this?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

Y/n flinched, eyes wide from their mistake as they looked up in fear. Their dad grabbed their face with a hand with a tight grip, making them look into his eyes.

“Look at me. Don’t yell. Just take a deep breath and get back to work. You can have your break after you’re done.”

This wasn’t the only memory that flew by the current Y/n’s head either.

“Mom, I can’t find my notebook!”

“So? C’mon, stop wasting my time.” She rolled her eyes.

“Huh? Can’t you help me look for it?”

“And why should I? You lost it.”

“And you lost your keys yesterday! Why do I have to help you look for your stuff when you lose it but when I lose stuff, you don’t help me?”

“Because that’s reality. People are unfair and you have to handle problems yourself.”

“But I helped you…”

“That’s your problem then.”

~ Flashback end | Still 3rd person ~

“It must’ve sucked having a dad like that, right?”

Uramichi didn’t respond, knowing they had more to say.

“My parents were always really strict with my academic grades. I never got break and their word was law. So I decided to do just what they wanted. Yeah, sure, it was more extreme but… that didn’t fucking matter. They got even more angry at me. ‘Why won’t you help me find my keys?’ Because you never helped me with anything. ‘Why don’t you just ask us for help?’ Because when I asked, you said that it was nothing and to get over it. ‘Why won’t you hang out with your friends?’ Because you said they’re useless! Nothing mattered! They were never happy with me! It’s to the point they changed everything for my sister yet still treated me the same!”

Kumatani and Usahara awkwardly looked at each other. They never really saw Y/n look so distraught before. In fact, they got more and more concerned as Y/n rambled on and on, words soon becoming incoherent. Uramichi only continued to hug them, feeling a strange sense of comfort holding them.

“That’s way too many expectations. It makes sense why you chose to do that.”

“And they still ask why I’m depressed. They gave me a therapist and right from the 3rd day, they asked why I’m not fixed? Is severe depression supposed to be something fixable like that? NO!”

“That’s actually very angering.”

“And that’s not even the worst of it- They say this whole job is stupid! That I have college degrees and should be doing something with my life! But I- I feel happy here! Even if this job is draining, I get to make some people happy! Why should I give that up?!”

Uramichi could only agree with most of what they said. And honestly, he really did agree with Y/n. Their parents were the type to think they were always in the right, even after having a group talk with their therapist. Now that’s a fixed mindset.

Eventually, Y/n took a quick breath, wiping away their tears and pulling away with a bright yet awkward smile.

“Well, that was a great vent! I think I should call my therapist for an earlier meeting- anyway- Thanks for listening. I hope to never do that again.”

“That’s a quick switch!” Usahara exclaimed.

Uramichi got up as well, putting his hands on their cheeks gently to make them look at his face, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

“What they did was wrong, you know that. Family shouldn’t be the only people you could depend on. Friends are a good thing to have. Hobbies, even if you drop them, are good too. As long as you find some happiness in what you do, it’s ok. So you don’t have to listen to them. Do what you want. Stay here as long as you want.”

“Seriously, please don’t leave me in this hell of a kids show-”

“Here, how about we go out for a drink? I know you don’t usually drink anything alcoholic, so maybe a cafe might be better?”

Y/n blinked owlishly, blushing slightly as they had started to lean forward into his touch. He couldn’t help but squish their cheeks together.

“Cute…”

“Uh, sure… When? What time?”

“How about today right now?”

“Yeah, um, sure. Great. Ok, let’s uh… go then…”

“You still have to change out of your clothes.”

“Right! Uh- I’ll be right back!”

Y/n quickly left to the stalls and Usahara crouched down.

“I can’t believe it… Uramichi is actually going on a date…”

“What are you talking about?”

Usahara jumped up, grabbing the gym rat by his sweater and shaking him violently.

“You idiot! Don’t you realize that you just asked Y/n on a date! A DATE! AND THEY ACCEPTED!”

Uramichi’s eyes widened, face going bright red.

“Oh shit, I did-”

A/N: Would ya look at that! I had enough motivation to type another thing! It's awful but whatever. I'll eventually get something actually romantic on here... hopefully... It's probably not what you expected, sorry... Anyway! Hope you have a good day!

[yingren]

shows up to bother u with headcanon questions, here we go.

we know that for ren, death is peace and a natural ending that he can’t have, while his life is an unnatural extension. how does he react to others attempting to save his life, for example in battle? would it be something he’d view as strategically sound, or an annoyance imposed upon him?

what does he take pride in? what does he find joy in? when he’s idle and has time to pass, how does he pass it?

is the concept of fate and destiny comforting or restricting to him? does he enjoy elio’s scripts and knowing how things are meant to be, or would he rather not know if he had the choice?

and finally may i please have some cute infra headcanons 🥺

i clicked a heart and kit sent me really cool hc questions !

putting them all under the cut because it got a little bit long. also adorable how you asked for infra stuff i almost always just make shit up for infra on the spot but you're right i need to think more about our dearly beloved cat named insurance fraud.

how does he react to others attempting to save his life, for example in battle? would it be something he’d view as strategically sound, or an annoyance imposed upon him? 

it depends on the situation. say you save his life and it spares you time but no one else gets hurt ? he would be okay with that, certainly not upset at least, because he has a job to do and he’s not going to put it off to go kill himself mid-battle. that would make it strategically sound i guess ! he can appreciate something like that. now, if you save his life by getting in the way and injuring yourself, that’s an entirely different thing. depending on who you are, more specifically if you can survive or how injured you would be, he might get really pissed off. in his mind it is a waste of time, resources and certainly not logical at all for you to get injured rather than him. he will heal, he will be fine, and he will do it faster than you. again, this obviously does not apply to someone similar to him or say firefly in the SAM suit. i’m sure the SAM suit can take a bullet or two without falling apart like it was built out of paper. he just thinks it’s unnecessary for anyone else to get injured, or even just risk being injured, to spare him. he can and he will call you stupid about it and i gladly invite you to fight him about this. he needs enrichment. this doesn't mean he's right to be upset, i always invite people to fight him on this, just know his mind will not be easily swayed. 

what does he take pride in? what does he find joy in? when he’s idle and has time to pass, how does he pass it? 

the pride one was hard to think about actually but that’s perfect because i love a challenge. i think almost everything he takes pride in also comes with some sort of shame which is ironic. he takes pride in the weapons he used to craft, though because of his shame he also never talks about that out loud. he takes pride in his skill with swordsmanship but he also doesn’t talk about that because he learned most of it from jingliu and that’s a whole thing he doesn’t want to think about. he takes pride in the sketching he does at times but even that comes with a certain shame because of how hard it is these days and how long it takes compared to how efficient and good he used to be. i think he takes some pride in his occasional level of control, how he has the ability to carve out these peaceful and calm moments and be in control of the mara despite it also turning him into an entirely different person when it is in control. as for joy and passing times while he’s idle, he likes to read and be alone. he has started to take an interest in music thanks to silver wolf and he’s a big nerd that enjoys documentaries about various topics like nature on different planets, sealife, different automobiles and aircrafts. he is an engineer at heart, sort of, and he likes to know how things work. 

is the concept of fate and destiny comforting or restricting to him? does he enjoy elio’s scripts and knowing how things are meant to be, or would he rather not know if he had the choice? 

i think the concept of fate is confusing to him because if he’s always had this one fate, does that mean he was doomed from the minute he was born as yingxing ? and if fate can be changed, does that mean he is responsible for what happened to him ? does it also mean the promised fate elio has offered him is prone to change ? he’s lived with so much uncertainty since yingxing’s “death” i think he likes having the comfort of knowing how things are meant to be for now. he wouldn’t want to be told “this is how it’s going to happen” in detail, just having some vague knowledge of how something is going to end is enough, the road to that end may as well remain unknown to him, he’ll figure it out as he goes. 

some cute infra headcanons

oh my god infra my beloved. i think ren is the only one that doesn’t call him by his name / nickname as often as others do. he’s got his own nicknames like asshole or ugly and he can and will use them as he pleases. he does like to make people say they love infra though just so he can chime in and tell them infra is short for insurance fraud.  as for infra himself, he’s a bit of a flip-floppy cat when it comes to his moods. he’s very good at telling when people are trying to gain his affection by doing something like bribe him with treats and he doesn’t like that. he acts like he doesn’t like it but he will take the treats anyway and then you have about two seconds to try and pet him before he runs away again.  if infra likes you he’ll pace in circles around your legs. he’s not a very affectionate cat in the way that he will gladly join you for cuddles or even sleeping, but he might linger close or let you pet him even if he’s not fond of being held too close for too long. in certain specific cases he will climb your shoulder just like he does with ren.  infra is not an easily scared or startled cat ! there is one thing he doesn’t like though and that’s sneezing. he always jumps when someone sneezes and if he’s on your shoulder while you sneeze he might bop your head and leave.  infra has very shiny black fur and he actually doesn’t mind when ren brushes it or when ren cuts his claws etc. if he likes you he will let you touch him as long as it’s not smothering and as long as you don’t touch his tail. for some reason he’s very weird about his tail though he may curl it around your leg, he doesn’t want it touched.  despite not getting along with a lot of people easily, infra doesn’t mind other animals. cats, dogs, whatever else. he’s fine with them, they do not bother him and they’re an exception when it comes to affection. another cat could literally be trying to cuddle him and he’d let them. animals / pets that try to fight with him will usually not get anywhere, he is really fast and will just run away.  last but not least, and the shortest one so far because i shall not elaborate: infra really, really, really likes foxians and healers or specifically people blessed by yaoshi. :)

[xxdoubledaisyxx]

The elephant in the room

God is obvious.

If you wish to know God or need to know God (even if you are not aware), God will slowly, carefully, wisely, and... with cruel mastery of a dominating love lord of ultimate **** power who will never in all your life touch you all the way-- make himself more obvious to you. You may or may not get entangled stickily with other men, but by the end, you will be confessing to be in love with a Man. A Man named God.

Does that make you gay? You are god damn right it does, and sex is still a sin. Guess what just became worse? Maybe you should think twice before consulting God in prayer for your little human problems.

BT

if ever... for the most ungodly lawless of evil situations that require an incarnated intervention from God again, as was prophesied to happen after the one and only necessary time in God's plan occurred; that man will be one of God's chosen. Not only a Jew (circumcised), but also anointed with the regalizing oil (Catholic).

So, in my case, when that is required: Larry the Enthusiast! I have chosen you to be the one and only savior of the people. The hero of the ages! Your old bones will get up and dance better than anyone in their prime ever could dream of doing.

I will help and do the hard parts and heavy lifting. You must be the incarnate godman on stage and only on stage, and I will be the incarnate devilman on stage and only on stage, and we will kill them all dead. Centipedes included free.

BT

*if you don't have a requisite equivalent of the annointing oil, then I will provide it myself during the pilot as the Prince of Darkness in real life and in Storylife. Two different personas, I assure you.

That will be the theme of the episode, and like a hero at the end of his rope you will require it against your will, pinned between a rock and a hard place, and I will use a pat of butter (what is left of one) at the cafe.

It will be like a senzu bean that jumpstarts you to superchrist, but you will see that for yourself to know it after. Most of it will be live. If Cosmo Kramer wants to make an appearance, he is always welcome to show up during the filming with whatever and we will make it work.

That's the funniest stuff. The sharpest edge. To pros like us can do it safely so you wont need to worry.

a guy like that is too good for is own good and I don't want to know nothing about it. Let him do some mischief like a child for a change.

BT

We will call it... Friday Aftermidnight Dead (now on primetime).

genre: horcom

BT

if u want a script u can get one teeheehee

the only one you will ever want.

[f1samcro]

My What If Series

Kay, so it's called the questions series, because all the synopses end with a question! I'll add the books part by part and I'll put the links to them because otherwise i'll go over the photo limit. also it's a two parter. I've got a 'mini' questions series that I drafted last year b4 some of the got signed. Also the max one has WAY more moodboards than the others bcs I got tired of making them and niki's besties with a few people on the grid.

Also, most of the girls in the main series have a mental health problem me and my best friend scripted them for awareness and I'm hoping I can write them properly.

I'm hoping to have the mini's moodboards up by the end of the weekend so yeah. For now, have basic ones bcs I dont wanna make banners for them yet. Also my friend came up with the Kimi one and I don't have a moodboard for her yet so I'm putting her at the bottom.

i hate u, i love u (COMPLETED)

In which Lando Norris' twin sister, Nikole, and Max Verstappen hate each other. They hate each other, right?

Songs-

 i hate u, i love you, Olivia O-Brien

 Is It Just Me, Emily Burns

Singer and Actress. Anxiety

Do I Wanna Know (ONGOING)

In which Nikole Norris' best friend, Mackenzie Brown, and Charles Leclerc get caught in a scandal, and their PR teams have the perfect solution. There should be no feelings, shouldn't there?

Songs-

Do I Wanna Know? Arctic Monkey's

In A Perfect World, Dean Lewis and Julia Michaels

Singer. Bipolar (Fun fact so is Madison Beer, Kenzie's faceclaim)

Kids Are Alright (NOT STARTED)

In which Mick Schumacher's cousin, Elodie Freisen, and George Russell had a one night stand two years ago. He wouldn't want to be a dad, would he?

Songs-

Kids Are Alright, Tate McRae

Alien, Sabrina Carpenter

Love Me Like That, Katherine McNamara

Ballerina. Insomnia

Chicken Tendies (NOT STARTED)

In which Daniel Riccardio's ex girlfriend, Macy Tucker, becomes an F1 journalist and feelings rekindle. But you shouldn't get back with an ex, should you?

Songs- 

Chicken Tendies, Clinton Kane

21, Gracie Abrams

Skinny Dipping, Sabrina Carpenter

Sports (F1) Journalist. Body Dysmorphia

(I need to redo this bannner ik pls don't say anything abt it)

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE (NOT STARTED)

In which a social media influencer, Daphne Radcliff, and Lando Norris get wasted in Vegas, and wake up married. They should at least try to make it work, shouldn't they?

Songs- 

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE, Clinton Kane

Almost Love, Sabrina Carpenter

Social Media Influencer. Dissociative disorder

How I'm Feeling Now (NOT STARTED)

In which Carlos Sainz's relationship with his girlfriend, Summer Sutton, is struggling and they don't know if it will get better. But it's worth the pain, isn't it?

Songs- 

How I'm Feeling Now, Lewis Capaldi

Good Stuff, Griff

lovebomb, nessa barrett

Run Away To Mars, TALK

Office Worker (This might change). Anorexia.

Different Kind Of Beautiful (NOT STARTED)

In which Oscar Piastri walked past a surfer, Indigo Ellis, and the two fell in love within seconds. Love at first sight was real, wasn't it?

Songs- 

Different Kind Of Beautiful, Alec Benjamin

Leave A Light On, Tom Walker

Olympic Surfer.

I Wanna Be Yours (NOT STARTED)

In which Lewis Hamilton had to pick up George's daughter and met her teacher, Hunter Reed, and he grew an infatuation with her. But it would be weird if they dated, wouldn't it?

Songs- 

I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkey's

Older, Isabel LaRosa

Mini's

Truly Madly Deeply

Songs- 

Truly Madly Deeply, One Direction

How You Get The Girl, Taylor Swift

this is how you fall in love, Chelsea Cutler and Jeremy Zucker

In which Morgan Wood hasn’t seen her best friend's brother, Liam Lawson, in five years and her pesky little childhood crush comes back. But dating your best friend's brother goes against all the laws of friendship, doesn’t it?

Semi-Professional Soccer Player + Student.

The Night We Met

Songs-

The Night We Met, Lord Huron

Close As Strangers, 5SOS

Hurtless, Dean Lewis

In which Ollie Bearman can never refuse a dare and Gwendolyn (Gwen) Lawson just so happened to be one. She wouldn’t find out, would she?

Gymnast and Student

 I Should’ve Fucked Your Brother

Songs-

 I Should’ve Fucked Your Brother, Olivia O-Brien

Belong Together, Mark Ambor 

In which Arthur Leclerc recognised how wrong his brother treated his ex, Aurora de Acosta, and offered her a way to get revenge. Would dating her ex's brother would piss him off?

Marketing Executive.

I Can’t Fall In Love Without You

Songs-

I Can’t Fall In Love Without You, Zara Larsson

I Love You, I’m Sorry- Gracie Abrams

More 5SOS

In which Tallulah (Tally) Hackett and Jack Doohan were once in love, even if they wouldn’t say it outloud. They spent so long denying it, they now have to learn how to fall in love with others. That won’t hurt too much, will it?

Social Media Influencer.

All I Want

Songs-

All I Want, Kodaline

Like My Father- Jax

Lose My Mind, Dean Lewis

In which Mick Schumacher saved Alvie Carnagie from a group of guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Hero’s deserve a thank you, don’t they?

Baker.

I Miss You, I’m Sorry

Songs-

I Miss You, I’m Sorry, Gracie Abrams

always, i’ll care, Jeremy Zucker

In which Franco Colapinto and Giovanna Accardi had been best friends since they were babies, with promises of being friends forever. After a particularly explosive argument in Giovanna’s apartment, they face how bad they’ve gotten for each other. Nearly four years later, a name pops up on her phone, he was the only Franco she knew, or was she imagining things?

RYAN WHITNEY IS THE FACECLAIM BTW

Lose My Mind

Songs-

Lose My Mind, Dean Lewis

Risk, Gracie Abrams

In which two newly blossoming rivals in the 2024 season go head to head to win the championship cup and possibly make it into F1. But will they end up blossoming into something more?

[volivolition]

FURY OF A SHATTERED MIRROR CHAPTER 16 LIVE BLOGGING UNDER THE CUT

[MAKES A REALLY PAINED SOUND] EMPAFY. ELEGDROGEMISTY. WHERE ARE THEY. I MISS THEM HKJFH

okay hold on scooting back to the beginning WE ARE IN PAIN ARUGH.

a groggy passenger... hello our "shivers" :'] <3

^ cries about him as usual. One day at a time, Harrier. You can do this. awhghj... sobs forever...

"RHETORIC - *Little*?" HKJGHG

urhg i love how inland is written in this so much...

HALF LIGHT HVKJHG "SOMEONE'S HARVESTED YOUR FUCKING ORGANS." NOOOO BUDDY NO!!

INTERFACING YOU'RE THE MVP OF ALL TIME, IMMEDIATE TAKING STOCK. ough SCREAMED when this was spoken "Motherfucker. Roll call, *NOW*." LIKE OH SHIT!!

i love how everyone answers roll call hkjhg theyre so silly... volition IMMEDIATELY complying, taking it seriously. all of the physiques hkjhg and drama "I doth remain." you sure do buddy!!

"Anyone else?" ... "Shit." OH GOD OH FUCK. SCREAMS. THE DRAMA IN THESE LINES. THE TENSION IN THE SILENCE. GOING WILD ABOUT THIS BTW.

i love pain threshold. very much.

PSYCHOLOCOMOTOR'S PRAYER!! ough surely the -1 to the communist skill and the +2 to the fascism skill won't mean anything important for later checks

FINALLY SOMEONE'S HANDED YOU THE SCRIPT!! THANK FUCKING GOD HKJHF

"That's just indigestion I think" lmao... oH AND THE. "When was the last time you ate" "You don't know" THAT PARALLELS THE QUESTION YOU CAN ASK THE PRINCESS ISN'T IT? AND HER ANSWER??

ohhh endurance you're. so fucking weird and silly and dumb. arent u usually into the monarchy? a little bit?? hkjgh HI AUTHORITY WELCOME BACK JHGKJH "the highest authority imaginable short of God himself, and he's been rather scarce as of late." <- OKAY REALLY COOL LINE ACTUALLY.

narrator honey when did you get some communism in you bro hkjhg HKJGH NARRATOR YOU HAVE TO BE NICE.

again endurance you are so fucked up sometimes my guy hkjgh

"LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - I don't know where to begin." HAHAAKJHSKJHFKJH. TRULY "GOD WHERE DO I START WITH THAT"

"hey can we talk about how authority just reappeared?" [everyone collectively shrugs and moves on]

HKJGH YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SEXIST ABOUT IT HKJHGF

OH THE ATTEMPT AT GETTING ECHEM AGAIN HJKHFKJFH back to getting the gang back together! once more, from the top!

HEY ITS THE LEDGER YAY!! "the part of your brain that knows how to read and write these scribbles is missing." [MAKES A SAD LITTLE SOUND...]

HEY HEY HI SUGGESTION!! :] came back with the ledger because it gives you the skill bonus!!

HEH.

"YOU - I'm not buying into fascism, fucker. (Opt the *fuck* out)." THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER WE ARE OPTING THE *FUCK* OUT!!!!

im not actually sure what this rhetoric check is referring to :0 alas.

oh goddamnit yeah we're still going down this route hkfjhf ENDURANCE WINKS. STUPID ASS-

HKGJHG EVERYONE BE SO NICE TO PAIN THRESHOLD RIGHT NOW HFKJFH

DAMN. GODSPEED, FULL-ASS YOUR MORNING JOG!!! GO GO GO!!!

SMILING ABOUT HIM SMILING ABOUT HIM SMILING ABOUT HIM SO HARD I LOVE THIS GUY WAJHFGKFHJGH....

VOICE OF THE HERO HI BUDDY I MISSED YOU!!!

OWWWW OKAY WE'RE GOING IN I GUESS HJKH

I LOVE YOU DEARLY DRAMA YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME.

oh that missing check is DEFINITELY savoir faire. actually i need to make a list of the guys we're missing because goddamn i love organization. we still need Ency, Concept, VisCal, Emmy, Espri, Echem, Hand/Eye, React Speed and Savvy!

ooohj god we just. hit the wall okay ouch hjdkhd

WELL THATS ONE WAY TO GET HER BACK HKJFHG HEY CONCEPT <3

noticing "Shivers" and Hero are a bit different hehe... oh yes, hero, pronounce revachol the soft "sh" way please hdkjhd "PLEASE DONT CALL ME BROTHER." HJKFHF...

do you have a purpose buddy? personally i think you're just fine, very good support pillar <3 YAYYY NEW TASK NEW TASK FOR THE HERO YAY YAY YAY YIPPEE HEHEHE we'll slot it in! we'll figure it out buddy!!

"HALF LIGHT - TAKE IT." hdkjh okay buddy okay okay chill

inland and hero hanging out. having a good time <3 its okay dreamer i love hearing your funny words <3

HSJKHKFJH "Again, again, again!" HDJKFH <33 OKAY COACH WELL. AT LEAST WE GOT A MORALE POINT.

^ HAKIHSJKDHDKJD SMILES. SMILES THEYRE SO SILLY HEHEHEHE

"Well same to you! Goddamn." HAIKHJD??? GODDAMN.

cmon inland!! cmon!! cmon!!!!! ALL OF THE. EVERY CALLBACK FOR THE CHECK, EVERY SMALL THING... OH WEEPS FOREVER. NO DAMNIT... DAMNIT...

"no, this is a new one, even for us" HDJKFHKFJ... YEAH "SHIVERS" AND INLAND DON'T USUALLY DO THIS KIND OF THING.

half light... oh my darling....

"LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - People die when they are killed." so true logi. you're so right.

volition and hero encouraging not to kill her but... we've got too many physiques. and the body remembers what the mind may forget...

OW. FUCK. FUCKING HELL HERE WE GO. THE CHECK... BEAT POLIO, THE JAW... HJKDH HI ENCY IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME WE'RE GETTING THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF US

oh half light remembering, half light KNOWING... oH GOD IT'S BECAUSE VISCALC AND REACTION SPEED AREN'T HERE. WE'RE MISSING TOO MANY MOTORICS. OH GOD. NO OH NO

HANDY!!!!!! HANDY I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY TO SEE YOU BUDDY AAAAAKJSHKDJHDKJFDHDHN HHEEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH YAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! OH MHNJVFJNFKJFNKJFD IM SOS CIJFFKJNDKJFNDFIGNID YAY!!

"HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Legendary: Success] - Shotgun blast." THIS IS THE FUNNIEST TWO WORDS TO COME BACK WITH WITHOUT CONTEXT THANK YOU HANDY THANK YOU I LOVE YOU HJKDHFKJHF IM SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THIS GUY.

IS HE TALKING ABOUT THE ESPRIT EVENT??? WAIT DID SOMEONE SURVIVE? IS IT OKAY???

WHOOPS HE FORGOT OH WELL BACK TO THE PRESENT. some fucking day buddy you'll get your gun back MARK MY WORDS, with the hand/eye +3 YOU ARE GOING TO GET THAT GUN I FUCKING PROMISE HDJHD my god im ALWAYS SO HAPPY WHEN A SKILL GETS THEIR CHANCE TO SHINE HHEHE GO HAND/EYE GO!! FLAGRANT DISREGARD GET UP PAIN THRESH LET'S GET MOVING.

okay back to the fight ourgh. actions scenes are so well written for most of the narration being localized to within harry's head, its so well done

EMPATHYYYYYY MY DARLING MY EVERYTHING MY FAVORITE GUY EVER!!! HELLO!!!! IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE Y-

ELECTROCHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY MY GUY!!! SPINS HIM IN A CIRCLE AAAAA YAYYYYY YIPPPEEE I WAS SO SCARED HE WASN'T COMING BACK HNDKJDHJ AND I GET A VOLITION AND ECHEM CONVERSATION I AM SO WINNING I AM SO HAPPY HEHEHEHEHE

IM JUST GONNA PASTE THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION ACTUALLY IT MAKES METOO HAPPY HKDJHD

^ THOSE ARE MY GUYS THOSE ARE MY GUYSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! KICKS MY FEET SO HAPPILY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SMILES ABOUT THEM. empathy is DISAPPOINTED IN US HKJHDK and echem you make me so happy dude, YEAH WE GOT THE BRAIN CHEMICALS DUDE!! voli you have to be SO nice to him right now my beloved hkjhg

oh welp we killed her. and we're dying. oh no. OH AND THE FLASK... :'] still... not the worst. at least she enjoyed it. at least there was a shared laugh at the end. i can only hope for the best as we continue...

A WORTHY CHALLENGER. <3

OKAY LIST REWRITE, we're still missing VisCal, Espri, React Speed and Savvy!

are we sticking with this or are different guys going to be missing next time? WILL VOLITION BE GONE?? that'd be tragic. HDJKHD which voices will we gain from this? im definitely not as in tune with stp as i am with de so im never really sure about the princesses hkjhd Adversary i think??

wow. i love this fucking fic. hi thank you for reading my words, if you did. i appreciate you :]

[grrrbkbr]

I got tagged awhile ago by @anarcholive to post Abt ocs and :333 I forgot SO here some are

Feel free to keep reading if u wanna see them :D

First is Alain Badeaux :3 she's technically a disco elysium oc but she has her own personal story along with Rein but :D my wonderful cop with unrequited love. She struggles a lot with finding any sort of interest or passion and the things she does enjoy, she finds she loses interest in, come a few months. She's blunt and can be frankly rude but she does mean well with her words. She also seems to not be expressive but she is! She is very expressive!

Then we have REIN Badeaux. I post more of stuff with him lol but he is also a cop! He's meant to kind of be an opposite to who Alain is so like, he's a K-9 Officer who has alexithysmia. Where Alain is expressive and honestly pretty well in tune with her emotions but it doesn't show, Rein more than not, has a hard time knowing what it is he feels and also expressing it buuuut, puts on a fun social mask to seem way more charismatic than he is. He uses art and music (plays guitar lol) as the one way he can vocalize or express whatever it is he feels.

Here is Neil! She's from a rp I was in but she's based off a Banshee, hired by a noble to basically tell him things that'll happen in the future or possibly even his death. She hates her job. And she was actually hired to be a script for him. Write some things for him. She can't die (technically) but she really is getting tired of living this life.

BOID :DDDDD Boid DuPont is my ghostface oc. I talked Abt him before too but he is a theatre major who also is a murderer on the side. His love for the stage blends into his murders, basing them usually around horror or thriller movies, shows, books. He gets a very... Into those murders. That same satisfaction he gets on the stage? He feels just that when committing his murder.

He also works for his dad btw- his dad owns a computer business so Boid helps repair them. Because he needs money. For college. Because even tho he's a murdere, student loans come first. Also, Boid is head of the theatre department and very active around school! :D He's also stupid egotistical. Loves getting compliments. He's a sucker for compliments.

Omg you're still reading?? Guess whaaat. I'm not a human artist, rlly. I love monsters and creatures. I just don't post them. Have my other OCS.

this is my oc Curry! They work for a military shipping company (not rlly military) called the K9 and it's run by a bunch of cats :3 her work partner is another cat named Bear. They don't get along in the beginning, considering where the two of them grew up but after awhile, Curry and Bear warm up to each other. But, Curry is super smart and a mechanic; they work on their mech and have a broad understanding of old world tech (btw, the world blew up and after a good amount of yrs, civilization is back wo!)

Here is them and Bear :3

Final little oc I'll post! FLORAL. My DND oc! I love him so much. He's a gray render barbarian who gains sentience whenever he as on that crown. When he doesn't, he rages! And I get to roll if I have control over him or if my DM does and even if that may seem annoying, I actually loved the idea!! Florals character is learning what makes someone 'human' or what humanity even is because without that crown, he's just a very big blood thirsty puppy dog.

I lied sorry. Another monster.

Ending it off with a banger. My....thing...my girl....my uh... my yea. My fourth wall breaking baby. Who i love. She is a demon. With two forms. I'm not going into her stuff but like, she's cool as hell.

Here's her two forms :3

[ribbonverse]

y u do dis?

Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57162358

I feel like by the end of the Soul Society arc, the Bleach universe already had plenty of width, and what it needed going forward was more depth. Instead it kept piling powers upon powers and retcons kept accumulating on top of reveals. And for what?

To use an in-universe metaphor, Bleach lost its heart and became a Hollow long ago, and has been haunting the people who loved it ever since. That's the case for me, at least. It's very frustrating to me that a great series with a ton of potential was completely squandered because the author is apparently allergic to relationships or something.

Anyway, I think it's fair to say that along with just being Really Cool, Bleach until the end of the Soul Society arc had an emotional core that appealed to many people. It was pretty clear that Ichigo wasn't just saving Rukia because he felt it was his duty or whatever. He was saving someone who completely changed his life on multiple levels, including an emotional one, and he was saving her because he felt very passionately about it. This was clear because it was set up in the previous story arc, starting all the way in chapter 1.

But instead of what it was actually set up as, the story of Bleach until the end of the Soul Society arc became "boy meets girl, girl saves boy and his family by giving him her powers, boy and girl work together and become close, girl gets in trouble and is going to get executed, boy pushes himself to a breaking point and corrupts his soul to obtain the power to save girl, gets almost killed many times but finally saves girl (or thereabouts), boy and girl go their separate ways as friends."

A pretty ridiculous ending if you ask me, but it had to happen because it was in the script.

Hey, what's that on the ground there, is that the script? Let's have a look, shall we.

Huh? The main character doesn't get a moment's rest before being targeted by the Bad Guys and is now basically useless? And two seconds after obtaining the One Ring Hōgyoku that was supposed make his Hollow experiments a success, Aizen already has his own Budget Gotei 13, which is just the Captains and no other characters, and none of them are interesting because they're literally just self-centered and unhinged Bad Guys with no other purpose than being antagonists?

And when they're not out antagonizing the Main Character, they're just waiting for him in Budget Soul Society, a dimension that's literally just an empty desert with some simple geometric shapes passing for buildings here and there, like someone made their first 3D models in Blender and tried to create their own MMO?

And why's everyone got Spanish names all of a sudden? Where's all the cool Japanese stuff?

Wait, what's this? The girl that the boy almost destroyed his soul in order to save is back, and now she's grabbing him and shoving his face at the Budget Magical Girl and basically telling them to kiss? It's like she broke the fourth wall, saw that people were shipping her with the Main Character, and said "NOPE".

But I thought Bleach wasn't about relationships anymore, and now we're going with one of the least likely pairings in this particular universe?

Well, it's in the script, so it had to happen.

The so-called story really goes off the rails as time goes on. I don't even know how many people actually cared about Bleach past a certain point, because people don't keep reading/watching stuff they don't care about. And as a consequence, the fans that are left after a while are the ones who think the current state of the work is actually good for some reason.

Basically what I'm saying is, f the script, 'cause it's really dumb. I guess that's the essence of fanfiction a lot of the time.

In slightly less ranty terms

It seems to me that it became a less-than-generic, angsty series about endlessly fighting for some nebulous reason that everyone's long forgotten about, where Ichigo is stuck in an infinite loop of wearing a scared or desperate expression because he's failing, then getting a powerup, and either winning or losing before repeating the cycle. And the impressive part is that all of this happens without any major emotional significance or growth as a person.

It also didn't help that I found the attempts at Spanish influence that appeared post-Soul Society to be supremely uninteresting and strangely executed. It's basically just words that are entirely unconnected to the rest of the universe, making them feel really out of place.

The Japanese stuff, the characters and the exploration of certain aspects of the Shinigami world was what made things so fascinating. But then everyone put on these white Halloween masks and started playing Hollows, like someone was inspired by the least intersting parts of the first story arc and begun writing bad fanfiction (no offense).

The setting changed from an actual Society to a literal desert, the only purpose of which is to contain the Bad Guys that the Protagonist needs to defeat, like a cheaply made RPG where there's only one significant landmark in the entire game world and enemies just keep spawning on a flat field for the players to grind until they level up.

What's the point of an uninhabited place that's only populated by hostile NPCs with overinflated egos and nothing of interest to say? If I ever want to subject myself to that, I'll go play a Souls game (note: I'm not actually going to do that, so don't call the hotline. I'm not prone to self-harm).

Not that Soul Society was a masterpiece of worldbuilding either. Pac-Man, anyone? You could probably write a melancholy song titled The Walls of Seireitei in which Kenpachi laments how he can never find a worthy opponent in this endless maze, and if only he was programmed to have the ability to jump he might be able to escape this fresh hell. But the game only has quick-time events, so he can only jump at pre-determined points in the story.

I guess these days you could have an AI write and compose that song for you, and it would be pretty good.

But in any case, you can look at almost anything other than the empty environments in Soul Society and notice that at least an effort was made. Inspiration was taken, there was some really Cool Stuff in every volume, if not every chapter. And I don't mean the cosplayers-wearing-Hollow-masks kind of "cool" that things devolved into, I mean interesting things being said, characters/Zanpakutou shown, and events unfolding, putting the actions of our characters into a larger context.

In other words, worldbuilding. Now that was cool. And characters can only really be cool if the concept of "cool" is properly defined and established within the context of the fictional world they inhabit. Like the Bankai, for example. But who cares about seeing yet another one when everyone finds a Bankai under their seat and it becomes a requirement for participation?

It should also matter why someone attains a Bankai or any sort of power. Oh, what's that? The main character puts himself through training that amounts to torture and corruption of his soul, gets nearly killed in almost every subsequent fight he participates in, goes through yet more torturous training to attain the Ultimate Power, visibly ages during his journey to save a woman he has a very special relationship with, has some kind of evil demon take residence within his soul due to how far he went for her, and in the end they're Just Friends?

Sure, now tell me the one about the one-armed Shinigami and his rabbit-shaped Bankai.

All of this was probably said a million times over 15 years ago, but I don't particularly care. What I do care about is that great things were done and there was amazing potential for the future, but it was flushed down the toilet. Along with the Only Correct Ship™.

So I wrote a fic. It's an IchiRuki ship at its core, but I also added some things to the world when inspiration struck. I mostly wrote this as a form of emotional expression and to let out the ideas that came to me in the small hours of one morning.

So far there are over 70k 50k words that are mostly ready to be published, as well as some stuff for a possible follow-up series. However, some finishing touches need to be put on still, so it's not all going to come out at once.

Also, this is the first fanfiction (and really the first creative work of any kind) I've ever written. So keep that in mind.

It's also not going to be for everyone, because I've been heavily influenced by certain things (mostly David Eddings' Belgariad-verse and Harry Potter). And not everyone finds value in the same things. So if you find it long-winded, it's probably not just you.

[inkyu]

part 1 post right here :3

(I'll also be giving tiny story synopsis's because I want to yap about my stories U_U)

Also sense all of my main stories are connected to each other in some way I'll be putting a ⭐ next to a sentence that's connected to Backyard Thursday (I consider BT the plaza of my stories)

Green: Backyard Thursday Pink: Roseburnt

((And no, there's no huge story where they all meet and face a bigger bad, I don't like that trope and I think they've suffered enough(Especially Mandela's Requiem and Backyard Thursday... woof)))

Also geez- lots of old art (here's some recent comic art in comparison before you see the old comic art U>U)

I'm only sharing a few because stories like Rose Burnt do not have any comcis made(Rose Burn was written but I'm moving it to a comic format as writing it in a book style isn't fun for me), Shadow Killed had a few but I lost all files for that and need to go searching for W.I.Ps, I have some panels from the Webtoon drafts I made a few years back so I can go get them for SK

As for the rest I'll show what I can! (TOAK.... Has too many re-do's so i'll only share a few U_U)

Collideists

Yeah... Collideists only had 1 panel drawn of it and never again, and this isn't even the comic style I'm doing anymore

But anywho's, in short:

Collideists takes place in a world where humans go extinct after a bright light lands on Tellus(In universe Earth for context)⭐ causing changes to happen. Two immortal races start to appear called Shadow (Not my species) and Light Creatures(My species). Some were too hostile and others not so much, they eventually re-built the half broken Tellus and travers through wherever they take their half broken planet. Years later Aont is a 17-18 year old high school student currently on summer break (he didn't graduate yet) lives in the most protected country of Tellus and has a secret that if revealed could spark a huge revelation. Despite his secret however he's very reckless and get's caught and news spreads about a "human" being alive gaining the attention of many hostile creatures known as CMJ's.

I haven't really completed writing out all of collideists/it's still in development, but I do have an ending planned, basically Fatum fixes the mess her parents caused (I think you can guess who they are) among the creatures and helps planet travel run smoother in stuff, humans are Moreso still extinct but there are still fake humans running amongst the planet safely (humans are still extinct, the only "actual" human would be Fatum but she's half human (heh.... :3))

All of this is to be changed sense I think I wanna add more sci-fy ish stuff and have it so that thousands of years passed causing 4 planets to be colonized, Tellus and 3 others, maybe only 3 planets or just 2. As creatures in this world do not die of old age (they have the mental stability to live forever as they're just figments of light/color/technically walking corpses(tiny spoilers but not really U_U))

Backyard Thursday

1st image is when I solidified act 1 of BT (2024)

2nd image is when I didn't have a script for BT and just winged it (I knew what I wanted but I made the grave mistake of "fuck it we ball")

Also GEEZ, that art style change is INSANE (Unsure if yo see a different but I do)

Also, Nath's design is TBC because I hate her current design, but she does have other designs like this within BT

I really do prefer her Cold/Saxaisis(country within BT) arc outfit :3 (the paper drawing was made a year after U_U)

Never So Norm

This was at the time where I wasn't used to drawing backgrounds or dynamic-ish poses (I'm still not but they're much more easier for me to draw now!)

this isn't *all* of the panels btw, just a few that I really like, also Never So Norm is one of the few old comic arts I did where I fully sketched out of the chapter instead of "sketch, draw, sketch draw"

I really prefer the sketch all and then draw all format because it's much more easier to follow through U_U

Also here are some headshots I really liked that don't appear in the panels I showed

Despite this world canonically being connected to my other story Rose Burnt that has a lot fantasy elements in it, this story does not. It's slice of life, drama, and school life genre story and it might be one of the most controversial stories I've created. I've implemented a lot of personal elements into my life on this story so it's very personal to me and I'm the most shy when talking about this to strangers U_U

Never So Norm's story (without huge spoilers):

Samy is a 17-18 year old (I'm debating on which/when the story should take place before or after he's 18) high school senior. His friends meet the new girl Cheryl and get into some drama with someone they all hate after Ivan and Ty catches Darrel cheating on Sarah with her best friend Jane. Meanwhile Cheryl meets a new friend and the two get super close, although this closeness slowly determinates after Cheryl discovers something about Alex that not only concerns her but get's her into major drama with someone which ties both Cheryl and Samy's drama together.

Also despite this story focusing on the main cast it will also focus on the parents part of the story which IMO is way darker and shows more on Rose Burnt's fantasy side. (spoilers ahead) I.E an unknown eye virus⭐ and other stuff (some of the main cast will get dragged into their parents drama which causes them to mature more(*coughs* Sarah *coughs*))

(And I'm still figure out NSN cuz it's a whole shit show but I also wanted it to have a little twist to it and not be like other high school drama's ) (Also Backyard Thursday's act 1 takes place in NSN's Earth but this is when the main characters are in their 30's making Ajax and Nath the same as the main cast (When the autism kicks in)) (((And what connects Never So Norm to Rose Burnt is that canoncially a few of the main characters are cousins of the other main characters(Samy and Erg being cousins for example and Samy being a fanboy of a pop singer AKA one of MC's of RB's mom))))

Shadow Killed (I lost the files to the actual full W.I.Ps so take the webtoon draft version I have of it(I never posted it cuz I'm gonna re-do it all once I get to SK in my preferred format))

And that's it cause the rest of it is lost forever :skull:

I wish I saved it better because Shadow Killed is one of my favorite stories I've created, not only because it's my first original story, but also because I loved it so much it survived my story purge back in middle school.

I'm trying not to go ahead and start drawing it right now because I want to get better at art for Shadow Killed, it's one of my biggest motivators to get better at drawing because not only do I want to handle SK with care, but also the art.

As much as I also love Two Over A Kind it's a huge mess right now and I'm trying to clean up the world building because I went a bit overboard on the world building and I'm cleaning it up right now, but I still love it do death!

Trust guys I don't have a favorite story (I do and it's SK)

Story Baisis:

4 roommates Ian, Damien, Hannah, and Victoria live their causal daily life, do their job for bills, participate in guild activities, report any suspicious behavior to the royal guards, and live quietly in the small village of Loyalette. However things go wrong during a mission, Saul Shiskui takes away Victoria's ability after a run in with a wanted criminal Jay. Despite Victoria not being worried as she has a second ability that cannot be taken away, Hannah's vengefulness and anger strives her to find a cure in a cursed village rumored to bring back abilities. While doing so, they catch the attention of the whole world.

That last part is actually a spoiler to the ending of Act 1 of Shadow Killed, to give background/context, everyone has an ability, and if they don't they're called inabilities. there are special people however that have a second ability, these peoples are within a group called the 4 7's or the four seven's, four groups with seven people having a very special second ability. the 7DS, 7HV, 7OH, and 7OM (it's too long to type out the full thing so I always shorten it) the 7DS are seen as evil and must be removed (which is untrue), the 7HV are seen as good luck and must be protected, but somehow all of them keep dying and a new 7OH appears (mainly because of assassin's trying to harbor their ability/take it for themselves, and each death is huge but a kidnapping is not normal(teehee... spoilerssss))

I'm guessing you know what happens at the end of Act 1 as I kidna gave it away with some hints, but if not then I think i'd fun to try and figure it out!

Also this may be one of the few stories that isn't connected to BT, i'm trying to connect it to BT somehow in someway because I love all of my stories connecting! (Maybe SK would just be a universe created the procreator and left to not be added into BT bc it's too powerful or something(more BT universe world buidling AUGAUHAGHU :3))

I'm trying not to go off on SK because of how much I love it, but I have a lot planned for it and a lot of love for this story <3

Two Over A Kind (each image is from a different re-make, it's not from the same remake U_U) (Also yes I did in fact base my username off of this OC, although I'm gonna re-design her and re-name her because I don't want people thinking she's a persona when she isn't U_U)

I'm not sure if you can see the art style change but there has been (+ Gaia has been added to the part 1 introduction!)

Also midway through the CONSTANT re-making they went from 12 year olds to 17-18 year olds

In fact a lot has changed about TOAK, from story name, to world building, to genre.... heck even the main VILLAINS changed a lot, I'd have to make a whole post about how much TOAK has changed. But alas I am not U_U

Story Basis:

Inkyu(Name to be changed but I'm using Inkyu for now) and her friends Luu and Gaia meet the new kid in town Kane. They introduce him around town when weird things start to happen. Eventually they're attacked by a crazy homeless looking lady who sends them into a world called the "Mirror Realm". They eventually escape it and they learn about the world outside of their country having magic and different species besides their own. But now their mirrored clones are out to kill them causing Inkyu and many other of her friends to flee to Kane's old town, so that one of Kane's old buddies can help.

Also the mirror realm stuff is a huge clickbait IMO, they're not actually mirrored versions of the others. They're actually just another species within the TOAK universe (before they weren't but the more I thought about it the more it made no sense to even have it in there) But I think I should save my species ramble bambles or else I'll start going off from the main topic.... like I did with the SK one :Skull: :sob:

(Although I will be happy to answer any OC related species or world building because I really love to ramble about them when given the chance... even if it means spoilering the story on accident qWp)

Extra's/No Comic Art/Comic Art already public

Rose Burnt

Rose Burnt is actually a written story I made on wattpad a few years ago my late freshmen/early sophomore year, I was super into Homestuck (I still am but not as obsessed as I was before) and wanted to try and make a horror-genrefied version of it(RB is no longer horror). Needless to say I gave up on it after like 4 chapters and didn't go back to it until I logged back into my wattpad about and went "Oh shit I forgot I wrote this............." and then I started to hyperfixate on Rose Burnt and things went on from there U_U

here are some sentences/writings from RB that I really like because I still have that TwT (I wrote up to 12-13 chapters before I officially decided that "this would be better as a comic instead")

The premise of the story is the same but some stuff has changed. U_U

I think you can tell (if you're into homestuck) that rose burnt is literally just Homestuck, although it's my version of a sburb game as although Rose Burnt has a lot of elements to homestuck, I think it's different because the goal of their own game is to not get a re-ward but to just get creative/make your on goals

Also those screenshots is beta rose burnt, back when the game aspect wasn't a thing and those ghouls(before they were called monsters but I changed it to ghouls as I solidified their species more and they take on a more spooky-ghost like culture)came to August's and the others world for a different reason, that reason has changed now as I solidified Ghoul culture/their backstoris (a bit)

Rose Burnt baisis:

(Also tiny funfact anything similar to tiktok does not exist in any of my stories because of my huge distaste for tiktok(and also because I need to give the Rose Burnt cast a reason to be outside and not doom scroll all the time as honestly that's very sad...))

5 kids enter summer break ending their 8th grade year, August's birthday just so happens to be coming up. But after a few hours into summer break strange things begin to happen after all of her friends enter a grave yard's house and strange people start to message them about how to handle this situation. August after receiving an early birthday gift from a strange user called "majestic_marryier" uses this gift to help save her friends and stop whoever's hurting them. However, something else stalks August which leads her and her friends into something even more dangerous.

I'm gonna be so fr with you when making the newer beginning to Rose Burnt I wanted to do it in a way that was interesting. Personally I find the starting to Homestuck boring (I think a lot of people do to) and sense Rose Burnt is basically my Homestuck I wanted to write it in a way that I liked, don't get me wrong I freaking LOVE Homestuck, and parts of it's beginnigns, but Rose Burnt isn't really Homestuck in it's own weird way. I don't care if people call it a HS clone or whatever, I just want to write it in a way that makes me happy!

(And I might tag it as "sburb" on MSPFA sense well- the game their playing is SORT OF like sburb but not really-, I'll see when I get to Rose Burnt's story U_U)

Mandela's Requiem

I don't really need to show any art from MR as it's already public so all I'm gonna do is talk about the story basis XP (I also might change up the beginning of MR a bit as the story itself writing wise was based off of old creepypasta storis of "oh haha MC get's bullied and stuff happens", I will def keep the bullying aspect the same but have it so that Isabela is less-sad about it as I kinda wanna distant MR from creepypasta writings and base it off of my own U_U) (I wanna make it so that Isabela is moreso numb to the bullying)

Isabela Sola get's bullied often at her school for being the "weird kid", her vocal stims put people off and the way she talks about things she likes makes her seem weird. Chester Sawyer doesn't find Isabela's habits weird and tries to befriend her but his two jackass friends Henry and Rob prevent him doing so leading into a fight causing Rob and Chester to get detention. Eventually when school ends Isabela get's into a fight with the schools queen Jacklynn. (context: MR is also connected planet wise to NSN and RB, not gonna explain now but when I say queen I mean she literally is the school queen(IRL earth and this earth are not the same)) All of this negativity and mistreatment of others leads something⭐ deciding to stand up and take out other bullies as well as give the victim and supporter a new "forever home" that doesn't last long.

And I think that's all for my yap session U_U, I hope that at least one of these stories interests you as all of them interest me ^W^. I'm still working on my writing skills and I'm getting better by the day.

I hope I answered your question, if you (or anyone who comes across this...) has any questions on any of my stories don't be scared to ask, if anything be scared of my response because I will go on a 50 page essay on the world building X.X (half joking... but I will non stop yap because I love all of these stories dearly!!! even my AU's!!! (i don't prioritize my AU's much but I still love them U_U))

[ivory-lamps]

A13: Palus

Characters: Toi, Akuta, Nagi, Raito & Yodaka Location: Hama Summary: Akuta and Raito invite the protagonist, Toi and Nagi to a movie night. Toi sympathises with the shy Nagi and both of them agree to watch a movie with the others. Proofreader: Shay

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Translator’s Notes ☽.‎˖

There are references to a few Studio Ghibli films in this chapter; names/terms from the films have been changed for copyright purposes in-game. Please note that I've renamed "Studio Ghibli" () to "Studio Grizzly" for this reason.

The pun in the Japanese script uses the rhyming of the Destruction Spell ("balus" but changed to "palus" due to copyright reasons) with the word "nachos". I've decided to rhyme "palus" with "calculus" in English instead.

Akuta: It’s time for the Friday Film Show~!

Momiji / Kaede: So it really was you at the door, Akuta-kun. Oh, and Raito-san. It's rare to see you two together.

Raito: Yeah. I found him collapsed on the ground in the dorm hallway one night and asked if he wanted some ramen. He really took a liking to me after that.

Akuta: He got me a ramen with al-dente noodles, deep-flavoured broth with lots of oil, topped off with a ramen egg and I even had a diced chashu rice bowl! Of course I had to thank him for that!

Momiji / Kaede: Ahaha. I think it’s great you two are getting along as fellow leaders.

Raito: Yeah. I find Akuta adorable in a different sense from Nayuki.

Momiji / Kaede: (Now that I think about it, I guess Akuta-kun does seem like a little brother? I bet Nayuki-kun would never hang out with Raito-san even if he tried to lure him out with his favourite food…)

Akuta: Anyways, that’s not what we’re here for! We’ve gotta ask the others too~

Raito: Oh, right. We don’t have time. We’ll be watching “Spiriting Away the Valley in the Sky” today. It’s a masterpiece by Studio Grizzly. Akuta’s really excited to watch it.

Akuta: Sensei and… you guys are Nagi-san and Toi-san, right? Whaddya say!?

*Toi and Nagi are flustered*

Nagi & Toi: U–Uhh…

Raito: It might be a good opportunity to get to know the others better.

Akuta: Yeah! We’ll all be birds of the same flock and friends who ate from the same popcorn bucket! Let’s watch it together~!

Momiji / Kaede: Ahaha! Alright, alright. Later then, okay?

Akuta: Hurry up, though! ‘Kay, let’s move on to the next room!

*Akuta heads to the right*

Raito: Akuta, we just came from there. We’re heading this way.

Momiji / Kaede: …Alrighty, then. The destination for the research trip has been set, so why don’t we go watch a movie?

Toi: Ah, okay… Will everyone be there…?

Momiji / Kaede: I think so… What’s wrong? You look a bit hesitant. You had so much fun during the party the other day, though.

Toi: W–Well, Chii-sama was there so I just happened to get way too excited…!

Momiji / Kaede: (So he was in a trance, huh. And this is the real Toi-kun…?)

Toi: I–I get nervous when… there are a lot of people I don’t really know… Ahh… I wish Ani-sama was here…

Momiji / Kaede: What about you, Nagi-kun?

Nagi: I…

Momiji / Kaede: Mhm?

Nagi: I wouldn’t fit in with a group of party animals and uh… I’ll just end up sticking out like a sore thumb.

Momiji / Kaede: Party animals?

Nagi: Ohh… the party animals aren’t aware of it themselves, huh… So this is what real party animals are like…

Momiji / Kaede: Wha? We’re just going to watch a movie. It’ll be okay. There’s no need to be afraid.

Nagi: You sound like Naumicaa when she encounters an Ehmu.

Toi: Nagi-san, please!

Can you go with me…? I think I might die of loneliness if there isn’t another person from the Night Group with me…

Nagi: ……

Momiji / Kaede: Uh, you don’t have to force yourself. It was a sudden invite, anyway.

Nagi: …Alright. I’ll also find it reassuring if Toi is there with me.

Toi: I’m glad you’re so understanding… Now, I can breathe a sigh of relief~

Momiji / Kaede: (I don’t know… if I can call Toi-kun shy, but it looks like Nagi-kun sympathises with him for some reason.)

Nagi: Okay. I’ll go with you, then.

Toi: Yaaay!

Ten: Valley in the Sky is great, huh~? I totally understood how the main character felt when I was a kid.

Nanaki: The person she loves falls from the sky… That’s so romantic, right?

Kinari: ……

Kiroku: …Azekawa-san… Have you… seen… Spiriting Away… of the Valley in the Sky…?

Kinari: Just once. There is a record that states I have watched it in the cinema

Ushio: Huh? At the cinema? When?

Yachiyo: They play a lot of old films for anniversaries and stuff, right~? I’d love to see it on the big screen, too!

Momiji / Kaede: Wow, everyone’s here. Ah! There’s pizza, too!

Renga: Sit there, Manager. Nagi and Toi, you can sit here. Let’s have some pizza while we watch the movie.

Toi: Um… Thank you so much… Nagi-san, sit next to me!

Nagi: Okay. Thanks, Renga.

Renga: Don’t mention it… Like I said the other day, you don’t have to be so hesitant, so just relax and have a good time.

Nagi: …Okay.

Muneuji: Looks like we made it in time.

Akuta: Oh, shoot! Gotta hurry~! It’s gonna start~!

Momiji / Kaede: Welcome back, you two. Oh, right. Akuta-kun, about the cake…

Akuta: Oh, yeah. I was in a rush and couldn’t find the right timing for it, but I gotta apologise to Nagi-san, don’t I?

Nagi: …… I’m not angry. I heard you went out to get a new one for me, but that actually makes me feel bad instead.

Akuta: Huh? Why would you feel bad? I don’t get it but you’re an interesting dude, Nagi!

And, uh, I’m really sorry for eating your share of the cake.

I knew it was yours but I still couldn’t stop myself… My self-control wasn’t working properly…

Nagi: It’s fine. I also think it’s nice since it’s a good example of human-like behaviour.

Momiji / Kaede: Isn’t that great, Akuta-kun?

Akuta: Yep! Thanks a bunch, Nagi-san!

Toi: Um… Are Kafka-san and the others not going to come?

Sakujiro: They said they would make it back in time when the spell of destruction, Palus, is used.

Momiji / Kaede: Looks like they’ll just barely make it in time before the movie ends…

Akuta: It’s starting! Also, the pizza’s sooo good!

Ten: I also really like “Memories of my Neighbour Dorodoro”~ I totally understand how Ganta feels.

Tao: Oh, I came downstairs since I smelled something good but… Are you guys having a Studio Grizzly Movie Night!? Can I join?

Yachiyo: Of course~! We’ve got more pizza on the way!

Momiji / Kaede: (Everyone looks like they’re having fun. …Even if their ages and lifestyles are different, they’re all spending time with each other like they’re one big family.)

Nagi: ……

Toi: ……

Momiji / Kaede: (Looks like it’ll take some time for these two to open up to everyone, but I’m sure they’ll be fine.)

(I hope they can all be good friends soon…)

Nagi: ……

Toi: U–Um… I need to go to the bathroom…

Toi: Sigh… I was so nervous…

(I want to fit in with the others but… Ani-sama isn’t here and I don’t have the courage yet…)

(But… I have to try my best, don’t I?)

Netaro: Peek.

Toi: Oh… Netaro-san… You look tired.

Netaro: I was holed up in my room, experimenting on the invention of the century, “The Sticker That Heightens The Five Senses a Million Times”, and it became night in the blink of an eye.

Come to think of it, I also found a weird note outside my door.

Toi: Akuta-kun must have stuck it there. We’re having a movie night right now and he was going around asking if people wanted to join him. It must be for that…

Netaro: Oh? But what are you doing here muttering to yourself, then?

Toi: Well… um, it’s fun being with everyone, but I still feel a bit nervous…

Netaro: Nervous~?

Toi: I hope I can fit in by the time Palus is used in the movie…

Netaro: Palus?

Toi: Huh? You’ve never heard of it?

Netaro: Never heard or seen it. By the sounds of it, is it French? Or a cousin of [2]calculus?

Toi: Don’t tell me you’ve never seen it…?

Netaro: Non.

Toi: Whaaat!? I thought everyone in JPN had seen it!

Netaro: Is that true!? Then does that mean I’m super rare!? Yaaay!

Toi: Wha? Is that something to celebrate?

Netaro: Once I’ve seen it, I can never go back to having not seen it. I’m superior when it comes to irreversibility.

Toi: Pfft, ahaha, I guess you’re right! But both me and my brother love Studio Grizzly, so you should definitely watch it!

Oh, but you’ll miss out on the first part if you watch it now…

Um, if you’d like, I can tell you what happens in the first part! I’ll explain the first-half of the movie right next to you!

Netaro: Hmm~ I do like movies and dramas as they can teach me how humans think.

Okay. I’ll go.

Toi: Then let’s go to the living room!

Yodaka: …… I was told to make it back in time for the spell of destruction scene, so I rushed here but…

Akuta: There! Say it – say Palus!

Muneuji: Isotake, you’re shouting a bit too loudly.

Renga: He’s just excited. I know the feeling. This scene is awesome no matter how many times I watch it. I felt the same way when I saw it in the outdoor cinema for the first time, too…

Kiroku: …The pizza… is… delicious…

Momiji / Kaede: I know, right? Pizza always tastes better during a movie.

Yodaka: Looks like the party is in full swing… Deepening friendships is a wonderful thing. …But on the other hand…

Nagi: ……

Yodaka: (I see Nagi is frozen stiff with a pale look on his face. He looks overwhelmed by everything…)

(He looks like a Millet painting. He doesn’t have much of a presence, so no one has noticed, though.)

Akuta: Ugh! The ads came in right where things just started getting good!

Nanaki: It still keeps you on your feet despite knowing what happens in the end, huh.

Akuta: Hey, let’s hold hands when they say Palus! It’s gonna be a Palus festival!

Ushio: No freakin’ way.

Ten: I don’t mind~

Nagi: ……

*Nagi leaves*

Yodaka: ……………

Hehe… I guess I have no choice. I also find that part of you quite endearing.

(But it’s true that I’m beginning to feel quite worried. I guess I'll be poking my nose into your business, Nagi.)

Momiji / Kaede: It should be fine for me to have a chip or two even if it’s late at night…

Yodaka: …Manager, do you have a moment?

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