#anie idols

[vocalsynths]

Bandori idol system icons (part one)

Inspired by personal headcanons and alters! The flag used in these can be found here and was made by @dwllie, the divider can be found here!

Please credit if using these icons!

[holyvirgilscriptures]

When a person belonging to a minority group says or does something bad, you are, of course, free to criticize them. But it still does not give you the right to be a bigot. Noah Schnapp sharing stupid, careless, and uninformed geopolitical opinions deserves to be called out, but it does not mean that you suddenly get to tell him that he should have been gassed by Hitler or killed by anti-Jewish hate groups or terrorists — both things I've read on Twitter and on Tumblr. It does not justify you calling him homophobic or antisemitic slurs.

"But he deserves it!" you argue. First of all, why do you think so? What makes it okay for any person to be given the green signal to get called slurs, or have people advocate for them to get hatecrimed? And more importantly, you are only signaling to your Jewish friends that you are actually capable of antisemitism. Same thing goes with your queer friends, or any friends belonging to a minority group. When you justify one form of bigotry, even to just one person — you justify all forms of bigotry.

So if you find yourself doing any of these, ask yourself why it's so easy to slip into bigoted rhetoric instead of simply focusing your criticism on what a person did/said.

[trashvinnie]

inspired by @where-does-the-heart-lie and given courage by @wolf-eared-fangirl and their own wonderful rendition of the asl kpop au.

i got inspired a whole lot by the notes and artworks from whery but also tried to make it my own by making it increasingly impossible realistically. one of those it’s a fanfic and i can make anything possible vibes.

all of these are just concept notes and ideas i was able to keep down for the past what? two months or so? there are a lot more wips and ideas, and i wanted to see if there was anyone who wanted to bump brains with me or was willing to indulge seeing my messy thoughts/notes.

i made law important because i am obsessed with not only asl but him too. no escape from the brain worms, really. even if he doesn’t really pop up in a lot of my current wips for this au…

i should make storyboards but my brain has latched to grps like exo or atz for like. clothes inspo. i have multiple concert wips that needed me to make an entire fake asl concert setlist so that was fun, considering how i ended up adding eng and jp songs… i cannot contain myself and have been repeatedly editing everything I have on this for months ,,,

[hyewka]

dude sub!beomgyu is so hot. but you know what's hotter? bratty, possessive sub!gyu. maybe i'm biased cuz i like my men like that but likeeeee

wanna overstimulate him so bad until he's crying and whining for more 😵‍💫😵‍💫 n he probably acts like a bitch at the start, acting all confident and dominant.. yet the second you start fucking him he just folds :(

literally pushing my obsessive sub gyu agenda on everyone but he'd probably fuck you after seeing you getting all close with someone else as a way to show dominance 😵‍💫 gyu seems like the type who'd overstim himself inside of you too, moaning shit like "you're mine" as he chokes on his sobs.. might as well flip him over and let him know he belongs to you only :))

anyways i'm kinda hungry 😍

warnings; sub!yandere-ish beomgyu, cockwarming, mentions of overstim? hair pulling, reader’s equally obsessive sorta, not proofread

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You twist your sore wrist, trying to relieve the pain Beomgyu you think, or at least hope, had unintentionally inflicted. But with the way he's been increasingly needy the more time you had spent shopping, the more you're sure it was far from an accident.

So it was no surprise how fast he got you on the bed when you finally went back home.

“You’re so mean to me.” he mutters in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin. Beomgyu has you pinned under him, his hold unforgiving, pressing down on your body. “You do it on purpose. Make me so fucking crazy, I hate it.”

You flutter your eyes shut when his lips make contact with your sensitive flesh, the slight nip making you breathe heavier. “Beomgyu.” you try warning, to stop him from going further, but it only spurs him on.

Earlier, you stumbled upon Jeongin-- your old highschool friend, while window shopping with Beomgyu by your side. Naturally, you'd want to catch up as you haven't seen him since the last highschool reunion which was two years ago. The longer you spent enthusiastically talking, the more you felt Beomgyu's fingertip dig into your wrist.

You figured he was jealous, and when Beomgyu was jealous, he was different in the sense that he needed reassurance. A lot of it.

When he starts sucking harshly, marking all over your neck down to your collarbones, hips increasingly grinding against your clothed core, his grunts ceasing to be an act slipping his neediness against your skin, you run up your hand to the back of his head grabbing a fistful— you were always fine with his desperation to give you hickeys whenever he felt insecure, laying pliant and letting him cover you with varying purple splotches but the drawn line was always him fucking you.

And that was exactly what he was trying to do, whore.

You yank his head back and the horny dog has no shame letting the blush creep up his cheeks even when he hisses out a curse. “Who gave you the right to grind against me?”

“What? I can’t try to fuck my girlfriend but you can go around whoring with—"

He shrieks when you pull his hair again, his scalp burning, tears already brimming on his waterline. “You have such a filthy mouth pup, I ought to put it to better use, no?”

His eyes still have the audacity to look down at you. You sneer, a soft scoff escaping your lips. Beomgyu has always been one to try and dom during sex, which you wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that you knew the poor boy was weak after a single twist to his bud.

After a few beats of silence, you decide to pull him down for a quick kiss, a mix of saliva and tongue, before you abruptly stop reciprocating and Beomgyus left whimpering against your lips urging you to continue. You put your hand on his chest, getting him to reluctantly pull away. “No. You have to fix your attitude first.”

He shakes his head, “You’re the one whos been talking about Jungwoon or whatever his name is—"

“Jeongin.”

“I don’t care! You couldn’t shut up about him the entire way here! I hate it. It feels like he could sweep you off your feet when I’m not paying attention and then—and then you’ll…” his assertive demeanor cracks in a flash, his face flushed, lower lip quivering up into a pout, “You’ll leave me and, and—“

You don’t let him finish, flicking his forehead to which his hand immediately fly up to rub as if you just smacked it. “Ouch? What was that for?”

“You’re such a dumb boy.” You say shaking your head. “I mentioned Jeongin once. Once during our way here because you seemed so bothered by how we knew each other.”

You weren’t lying, proven by the way Beomgyu tries to counter your point, but closes his mouth after nothing comes out. A sly smile, and your hands already sneakily sliding up his loose hoodie, thumb finding their way to graze his already hard nipples, “Baby boy got stupid jealous just because I talked to a guy, huh?”

His arms that were holding him up, pinned next to both sides of your body had started to tremble. So fast, it was almost comical.

“Shut up. He wasn’t just some guy. He was totally into you.”

You rub his bud in circles, cooing at how his hair falls over his face, as he tries to gain composure. “Really? You thought he was checking me out too?” you tease, making sure to catch him off guard with a random pinch.

His body jerks, a strained exhale leaving his lips before hes too weak to keep himself up anymore, head falling to bury itself in the crook of your neck, getting you to feel his bulge against your thigh. He was already giving up.

“Stooop.” he whines, continuing to rub his crotch on your inner thigh. “You’re so mean to me.”

You decide to give it up, instead twirling a strand of his soft hair as he gets more and more feverish against your leg. “N-no more teasing. Have to be inside you.” he finally breathes out, a call of desperation, so needy Beomgyu was.

Beomgyu who’s too impatient to fully take off your skirt, only pulling them up before he bunches up your panties to the side, his tip barely protruding your entrance before he pushes in his red dick in, so inexperienced and stupid, shuddering as he keeps his cock buried.

“You have to move pup.” you instruct lightly, trying to fuck yourself on his dick, but it proves impossible as Beomgyu shakes his head adamantly.

His breathing is heavy, dumb mind already filled with esctasy, head finding comfort in the warmth of your shoulder, cock drilled so deep inside he might go insane with your warmth, “Wanna stay in here forever."

“And ever.” he sighs, sucking on your abused hickeys again. “So you’ll never leave.”

It should’ve been concerning, a red flag to look back on but what happens if you feel the same way? Having him only be by your side.

Beomgyu who finally starts moving, ever so slightly, moaning with each small sharp snap into you. It takes you by complete shock when his pace goes a complete 180, Beomgyu becoming crazed, his thrusts quickly becoming sharp and erratic, so similar to his humping earlier with no particular rhythm, hammering into you, each love proclamation as tears waste no time to stain his cheeks, body shuddering with his head feeling light, drool trickling down under his chin, “Mine, mine, mine. Jeongin can’t have you like this. You’re mine.”

His body presses against yours, leaving no room for breathing, kissing you so roughly, yet his soft lips are a contrast, “I only belong to you. Nobody else—ha!”

His hips stagger, lanky body once looming over you so weak and frail. “N-no! Am cumming, cumming—“ he babbles so loudly, the sight so beautiful, his lashes more pronounced with the wetness of his tears. He belongs to you, he’s right. Just pressing against where his nipples are gets him to cum prematurely. You smirk feeling smug, even when simply the sound of his cute moans has you weak. You feel his hot load shoot inside you, bad boy.

He tries to catch his breath, clearly dumb fucked, chest heaving, as he falls to your side on the bed. You don’t let the boy get away so easily after not even making sure you finished.

The terrified look in his eyes as you swiftly get on top of him, switching positions was enough for you to know that this was going to be a long fucking night.

[catcze]

I feel like Wriothesley can’t handle super spicy food. Like, he has a threshold, right, which kinda stops at the barbecue sauce that he uses in his secret sauce bbq ribs. That one’s fine. That he can handle, because it’s barbecue sauce and not just, like, chili sauce or something. But make him eat something that’s actually spicy? Like have him eating a teaspoon of hot sauce or try feeding him a dish from Liyue that has Jueyun Peppers has an ingredient and this man will fold.

Wrio’ll see his life flash before his eyes, he’ll be fighting for his damn life rolling on the floor and coughing his lungs out every few seconds after just a bite. He’ll be punching the air, pacing in circles, sweating buckets, red in the face. He can barely fucking speak. Damn near collapses if you gave him the spicy stuff that sticks on your tongue and doesn’t let go, too.

And the Motherfucker keeps insisting that he’s fine— as if he’s not hunched over, hands braced on his knees, clearly about to fucking collapse. The idiot still has the gall to say ‘no, I can finish it babe. I can do it I can eat it what are you talking about it’s just a little spice it’s not that much trust me babe.’ Even takes another bite, just to prove a point, and you’d laugh at the face he makes if he didn’t have literal tears in his eyes from the spice. Have mercy on him and give him some milk tea or something, please.

[liquidstar]

this is not a comprehensive list

[fisheito]

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[teslathelame]

here's a handy infograph showing the difference between certain popular idol properties :) hope this helps<3

[lizichkiwi]

Ikigusare idols

I wish they were real I wanna kiss them

Close ups

Referens

[ministarfruit]

AXEL IN 3D LET'S GOOO

[angel-minhee]

SWEET ETERNITY

ミ★ ### “ i love you more than i’ve ever loved myself ” what happens when Riki finds out about Minhee’s relationship with Sunghoon?

PAIRING(S) riki x fem!addedmember!oc + sunghoon x fem!addedmember!oc WARNING(S) crying. fainting. angst. fluff. mentions of non-sexual nudity. angst with comfort. based off this song : are you the one WC 3k [back to library]

RIKI NEVER KNEW WHAT HEARTBREAK FELT LIKE. 

Since he was young, Riki had heard stories about how individuals were supposed to feel after their first breakup.

The ways their personalities would rupture into a unique parallel timeline controlled by their collapsing dreams. 

He’d seen it in the dramas his sisters forced him to watch during their late nights up, remembering the way he’d just roll his eyes and scoff under his breath as he observed how pathetic everyone acted.

He’d tell them that it wasn’t realistic, he’d repeat on a broken record about how little someone’s perspective on him would never change the way he held himself.

He didn’t care if someone hated him, not when they’d be the ones to call it off. 

But what was before Minhee broke his heart. 

He’d spent countless nights twisting and turning in his bed, the strong hands of doubt wrapping around his ankles as it tried to submerge his body into its unescaping pool. 

His eyes could flicker at the smallest sound, hands twitching as he tried pulling himself out of the headspace that was quickly consuming him. 

He’d wake up in a cold sweat, forehead damp as his quickened breath got caught up in his lungs, chest burning as his nails attempted to grasp back onto his sense of reality. 

Now that you’re gone, he had nowhere to run. He couldn’t hide away this time, he had to face himself all alone.

“This isn’t fair,” Riki spoke out loud, his head tilted back as the hot water cascaded down his chest. His arms were bright red, hands still scrubbing away at his sensitive skin.

For once, he allowed himself to be selfish. 

His tears mixed with the blistering water, eyes red as the quiet sobs left his parted lips. His feet grew weak under his sudden weight, his soul slamming into his body.

Since the day Riki had heard the news he hasn’t felt real.

His hands didn’t belong to him, his voice unrecognizable as he screamed at Minhee. That wasn’t him, there’s no way it could’ve been.

Riki had never once raised his voice at her, not even when she had accidentally ruined one of his favourite shirts after it got mixed up with her dark clothes.

But like before, that was before Minhee broke his heart. 

That was before he found out that Minhee had been seeing Sunghoon behind everyone’s back. Before he caught her giggling in the doorway of his older member's bedroom, her body clad in his bigger shirt.

It wasn’t fair, life had never been fair to him. 

He could deal with everything else, everything but the absence of her. 

The hate comments he could shrug off, the mobbing he could ignore, but Minhee? Never. She could ruin him forever with the slightest cold shoulder.

His fabricated world collapsed around him, the pieces falling apart as the walls tumbled into each other. The childish giggles were soon replaced with the noise of nothing. 

Literally, the noise of nothing. Everything was silent.

Riki became aware of his surroundings, the steamy air of the bathroom making it harder for him to breathe as his eyes grew heavy. 

The soap in his hair dripped down into his eyes, the burn unnoticed due to the condition they were in before. They’d been burning since he’d woken up, his tears unending. 

Liquid poison rose up his chest, throat burning as he rushed out of the shower. His feet caught against the rug, his body landing against the pool ground as he struggled to breathe.

Riki felt like he was going to die. 

But he wasn’t, he couldn’t do that to her. Riki knew that Minhee was the only other one home, the others had gone to film their remaining parts for their upcoming album. 

He would never let Minhee find him so…. lifeless. He couldn’t do that to her. 

And so he forced himself up, head pounding as quiet groans left his lips. He had no idea what he was saying, his chest racing as it tried to keep him awake.

The shower was still on, the soft littering only making him more overwhelmed. He blindly reached for his clothes, hands barely grabbing his underwear before his blackout began.

The black dots growing along his outer vision was concerning, his fear rapidly growing. 

He wanted nothing more than to be in her arms, her comforting presence wrapping around him as she whispered sweet nothings into his ears. 

He’d imagine his head resting against Minhee’s chest, his body subconsciously following her heart rate as she calmed him down. 

But now, with nothing but his underwear on, he collapsed with the world around him.

He had already lost all consciousness when the door came slamming open, the door handles shooting against the ground as Minhee forced her way in.

Minhee wasn’t fully aware of what Riki was going through.

Weeks ago she swore she knew everything about him, that she’d be able to read his mind by just a single glance.

But like Riki, that was before. She didn’t know he had seen her leaving Sunghoon’s room. She didn’t know he had pieced all the pieces together that night.

The only thing she noticed was his silence, and Riki was never silent. 

She didn’t know what was going on with her youngest member, but she knew that she’d do anything to help him.

Minhee had woken up three hours early, her hair tied up in a tight ponytail as she worked away in her room.

She’d always loved making her own personal songs, ones that she wanted to keep to herself for as long as possible. She’d never shown anyone her laptop, no one but Riki.

He’d been the only one to learn about her hobby, the only one to hear her own produced music.

They’d lay side by side, heads pressed against each other as they both stared at the ceiling of Minhee’s room. There wasn’t anything that was specifically interesting about her ceiling, nothing but the two small initials carved in the corner.

Their eyes would trace the two letters, hidden smiles on their lips as their fingers gently bumped into each other.

They’d share secret smiles as Minhee’s voice hummed them to sleep, the shared earphones stuck in their ears as they fell into a world surrounded by no one but themselves. 

At Riki’s sudden silence, Minhee felt stuck. She didn’t want to outrightly ask the younger boy about what happened, too scared of accidentally hurting him in the way she’d pose the question.

And so she did what she did best, sing a song for him. 

Minhee had never written a song for a specific person, usually opting to let her hand move on its own as the thoughts of her members played out in a black-and-white movie.

Minhee tried to ignore the obvious for so long, telling herself that it was normal to write such… intimate things about her closest friends.

She just hadn’t noticed when the song's lyrics blurred into love confessions, her heart in her sleeve as the puppeteer controlled her pen. 

She was in love. Min Yeonhee was in love with all of them. 

She’d spent many nights crying in her room, fist in her mouth as she tried to keep herself quiet.

 It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to anyone. 

It just happened that Sunghoon caught her one night, his arms wrapped around her as he offered her his shoulder to cry on.

He was the first one to find out about her feelings, he knew she was in love with them all. 

In a way he wasn’t surprised, he had seen the way she treated them all. But he wasn’t sure what he felt about everything, he didn’t know if he would be able to share something so vulnerable with everyone else. 

But selfishly, he knew he needed Minhee. He confessed his love to her through a passionate night, his words whispering in her ears as he held her tight. 

She’d accepted him because she was dumb, dumb but in love. Minhee hadn’t thought about the others' reactions, she didn’t want to think about it.

She thought that maybe her feelings for the others would fade as she sunk into the embrace of her new boyfriend. But she didn’t. 

Minhee felt the tears well in her eyes as the finished song played in her ears, her emotions overspilling as she thought about the younger boy's reaction.

Minhee had always had a soft spot for the youngest boy, he was probably her favourite person. 

Minhee didn’t want to write a full love song, she couldn’t do that Sunghoon. She didn’t know how Riki felt about her, and she wasn’t going to sacrifice anything.

In a way, this song was Minhee’s way of letting him go as well. She didn’t know it at the time, but she was looking for closure. 

She wanted to help Riki, but she wanted to help herself as well. Granted this song definitely felt like a love confession… or something along those blurry lines.

Minhee stood up with her computer tucked between her arms, a smile on her face as she skipped toward Riki’s room. She knocked once, feet paused at the opened door as she stuck her head in.

Minhee tilted her head in confusion before she noticed the shower was on, a relieved smile on her lips as she changed her course. 

“Riki, are you almost done? I have something I want to show you!” Minhee pressed her ear against the door, her heels off the ground as she bounced on her tippy toes.

At the lack of response, Minhee tried questioning him a little louder, her heart racing at the radio silence from the other side of the door.

“Riki, I’m not kidding. If you don’t answer right now I’ll literally break the door.” Minhee was only half joking, the voice still a shit lighthearted as she tried reassuring herself that he was fine. 

Minhee’s heart dropped when she heard gasping, and a loud bang coming from behind the door. “Riki?” She used her hand to bang against the door, her ear still pressed against it. 

Minhee swore at his silence, her hands shaking as she placed her computer on the ground beside the door.

Minhee knew there were two ways to get a locked door open, one option looking better than the other.

The first way was by ramming her body into it, the thought of the door hitting her skin causing her to physically cringe. She was definitely not about to do that.

The other option was to kick the door handle off, which in hindsight was probably just as hard. She knew how to do it, the movies she’d watched giving her a step-by-step tutorial. Granted it definitely would’ve been different in a real-life situation, but she had no option.

Minhee stood with her knees slightly bent, hands straightening in front of her chest as she prepared to kick the door. “Shit, If this doesn’t work…” Minhee trailed off, eyebrows furrowing as she tried thinking of other ways to get in.

But before she could think more, she acted. She jumped in shock as the handle fell to the ground, the door opening at the force. 

She had no time to think about what she had just done before she saw the half-naked boy lying lifeless on the ground.

Minhee gasped as she ran towards him, her hands pushing his hair away from her face as she turned him to his back. She raised his head to her knee, allowing the blood to rush back down from his head. 

She didn’t know what happened, but by the warmth of Riki’s skin, she knew it wasn’t good. 

Minhee placed his head back down, rushing over to turn off the shower. She barely looked away from the boy as she leaned down to push the water drain in, the water pooling along the bottom of the bath. 

She turned the bath back on, room temperature water filling the bath. She held her hand under the flowing water, making sure the temperature wasn’t hot enough to overheat him. 

She turned the water off, twisting the nod closed as she pulled the curtains open. She bent down beside Riki, using her arm to wrap his own around her shoulder.

Minhee definitely wasn’t the strongest member, but she was nowhere near weak. She’d been forced to accompany the boys to the gym enough for her to be able to lift any of the members with slight ease. 

Well, that’s what she thought until she could barely move the boy from the ground. Eventually, Minhee was able to get him into the bath, her hands cupping the water to bring up towards his hair.

She rinsed the soap from his skin, hands periodically checking his pulse to make sure his heart rate was calming down. 

Minhee was panicking, her thoughts clouded as she tried using the water to wake him up. “Please wake up, please.” She quietly begged him through her quiet sobs, lip between her teeth as she tried her best to keep him up. 

“Holy shit.” Minhee hadn’t noticed Sunghoon getting home, only realizing it the second he came running towards her, his arms wrapping around Riki’s shoulders as he pulled him from the water. 

“I don’t know what happened.” Minhee was babbling at this point, her hands against her cheeks as she curled into herself.

“He’ll be okay, let me get him dressed.” Sunghoon shot a reassuring smile towards his girlfriend, his heart beating fast as his worry grew. “Go get changed, baby.” 

Sunghoon wrapped Riki’s arm around his shoulder, his feet dragging on the ground as Sunghoon brought him towards his room.

Minhee stayed rooted in spot, clothes wet as the tears rushed down. The guilt came from nowhere, thoughts invading her mind as she blamed herself for the younger boy's state.

Of course, she knew it wasn’t her fault. She could’ve never known that he’d faint in the shower, but it didn’t help ease her mind at all. 

Minhee was once again left alone with the youngest boy, Sunghoon rushing out to the nearest drugstore to buy Riki some medicine. 

While clothing the youngest boy, Sunghoon noticed Riki’s high temperature. He recognized the signs of a fever, his anger spiking as he glared down at the youngest boy.

Riki had been acting differently around him, but keeping his fever a secret? Sunghoon was more than angry, he felt betrayed. 

Riki always came to him while he was sick, his need for comfort enhanced. He also knew Riki didn’t go to Minhee, and he had a leading suspicion about the reason why. 

“He loves you a lot, I can’t live with myself knowing I’m holding you both back from each other.” Sunghoon knew Minhee was watching from the doorway, her presence lighting up the room.

“I’m fine with you dating him as well, I thought about it a lot.” Sunghoon leaned back against Minhee, her arms wrapping around his waist from his back.

“I want nothing more than for you to be happy, even if you date another six people.” Sunghoon jokingly shook his head as he sighed, hands wrapping around hers as he squeezed her against him.

“I’m going out to get him medicine, please stay with him?” Sunghoon knew you’d be staying, either way, the computer in your hands giving your plans away.

“Don’t worry about him, I'll be here.” 

Minhee’s closure came in a different way that night, she accepted herself for the way she was. She couldn’t choose who to love, but if she could then she’d choose these boys in every lifetime. 

She crawled into bed beside Riki, head turned towards him as she brushed his hair from his face. “You’ll be okay, noona is here with you.” Her lips softly pressed against his cheek, his eyes closed as she rested her forehead against him.

“I know” She didn’t flinch when she felt his hand press against her cheek. “Please don’t scare me again.” 

“I won’t.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’d do anything for you, Minhee.”

She pulled her face away from him, his tender gaze locked onto hers as he returned the favour, brushing her hair back. 

“I want you to listen to something, can you?” Riki nodded once at her, his eyes never leaving her face as she pulled open her computer. 

He stayed still as she pushed her earphones into his ears, his head resting against the pillow as her melody played in his ears.

“Is this hesitance or is this feeling heaven-sent? Minhee, what does that mean?” Riki repeated the song, his eyes wide as he searched her face for answers. 

She didn’t respond and just allowed the song to continue playing, “Maybe we could be sweet eternity.” Minhee sang along to the words, her eyes searching his as the guitar set in her ears. 

“Riki, I’m in love with you.” Minhee sat with her breath in her throat, hands twiddling with each other as Riki’s jaw dropped.

“I have been for a while, I love you so much.” Riki tried sitting up, his head tilting back in pain as his head grew heavy. 

“No, don’t move!” Minhee rose to her knees, leaning over him as she pressed his shoulders down against the pillows. 

“But what about Sunghoon?” Minhee closed her eyes with a sigh, the realization setting in her mind.

“He’s fine with it, he knows how I feel about you.”

Riki’s smile had always been Minhee’s favourite thing, her love spreading throughout her body as she watched the way his face lit up.

“You don’t know how long I've loved you, Minhee.” 

Maybe at this moment, she didn’t know, but within the next few days, she’d quickly know everything there was to know. 

“And you don’t know how long I’ve loved you back, Riki.”

Min Yeonhee was Riki’s first and last heartbreak, but she was also his first and last love. 

[opal-apples]

now I'm thinking again how the post-burial mounds reunion was the first time they'd seen each other!!! since the cave!! since Lan Wangji sang the boy he liked so much the song he wrote for them!! He didn't know if they were gonna make it!! He had been so vulnerable!! and then they were separated!! and THEN the boy disappeared!! and now he's back and something is Very Wrong but he won't talk to him anymore, he used to talk so much. Wei Ying :(

[teddybeartoji]

*cough-cough* DEAR CITIZENS OF LOSERVILLE! THIS IS YOUR MAYOR SPEAKING! I'VE BEEN MAKING CALLS THE WHOLE DAY AND GUESS WHAT? IT TURNS OUT THAT I AM, IN FACT, THE BEST GUY OUT THERE! THANK YOU FOR LISTENING! SLOPPY KISSES FOR EVERYONE, I LOVE YOU ALL - GOODNIGHT!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS @marskiiii !!!!!! THEIR COMMS ARE STILL OPEN SO GO AND CHECK THEM OUT MY BELOVEDS!!!

[cephalonheadquarters]

I love splatoon ocs that could be background characters but they have their own little lives

[splotchi]

Hope everyone had a nice splatfest! Im just so sad they discontinued the cute splatfest theme doodles so i made some to cope 🥹

[hwiyoungies]

campus crush kinda vibe