#but i just think it's. idk interesting? frustrating? weird to think about

[hugz4hoon]

can't live with you, can't live without you - y.j.w.

summary — ever since jungwon became your academic rival in high school, you two have hated each other's guts. anytime you saw him, your heart would race with anger. just pure hatred. that's what that feeling is, right?

pairing — rival!jungwon x fem!reader (briefly ft. jay)

genre — fluff with teeny angst (i think? tbh idk what classifies as angst and what doesn't), suggestive near the end

wc — 3.3k

warnings — alcohol, being drunk, kissing, pretty suggestive at the end (read at your own discretion!)

a/n — UMMM accidentally got carried away and made it really steamy and suggestive at the end oops </3 the jungwon brainrot is too obvious in this one guys i'm sorry ... there's just something about sexual tension between rivals u cant blame me here

As you look around the living room, you take in the view of a chaotic blur of bodies and music. The small get-together you originally planned it to be spiraled into a full-blown house party after one friend’s drunken invitation spree. You navigated through the crowd, feeling the bass of the music thumping in your chest and the sharp scent of alcohol mixed with sweat. Despite the chaos, you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching your every move.

You don’t know when the weird sensation began, but it’s been there for about fifteen minutes now—an unsettling awareness at the back of your neck. As you pushed past a very unsober group of partygoers, your eyes finally landed on Jungwon, leaning against the wall with a drink in hand, his gaze fixated on you.

You and Jungwon had an interesting relationship to say the least. Since high school, you two had been consistently at each other’s throats. It all started with competing in academics, and just as you grew, so did your rivalry. From racing during track meets to see who’s faster to battling for the position of student council president, and now just bickering over random trivial matters, you two always seemed to find yourselves at odds. Everyone knew you both couldn’t stand each other, yet there was always an unspoken tension beneath your constant clashes—an underlying electric current that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

Tonight was no different. The intensity of Jungwon’s stare brought a flush to your cheeks, though you refused to admit it was anything more than irritation. His expression was inscrutable, a familiar mix of annoyance and something else you couldn’t quite place. As usual, you tried to ignore his stare, and continued making your way through the sea of people. However, to your frustration, Jungwon caught up to you before you could escape his line of sight. 

“Hey, nerd.” His familiar voice reaches your ears.

Turning towards him in your drunken state, you realize he’s towering over you. Since when was he so tall? While attempting to push that thought aside, you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“There’s no way you’re still calling people ‘nerds’ in 2024,” you reply with a touch of snark in your tone. 

He smirks at you, “Not people, just you. Even in high school, you were always my favourite little nerd.” You feel your body heat up a bit at that comment, but again, you try to push the feeling aside.

“Please, you’re acting like you weren’t studying 24/7 just to score higher than me in tests. If anything, you were the bigger nerd.”

Jungwon's eyes sparkle with amusement as he steps closer. "Maybe, but I always made it look cooler. Besides, beating you was half the fun." He moves in slightly, his smirk growing. "Admit it, you loved the challenge."

You feel your heartbeat rapidly start to pick up. A familiar surge of annoyance bubbles up, but it's laced with something else you can't quite identify. As always, you attribute the rising heat in your cheeks to pure aggravation towards him.

“Oh shut up, Jungwon,” you scoff at him, “why do you always have to be so annoying?”

He leans down a bit, whispering only for you to hear. “Well, maybe it’s the only way to get your attention.”

Jungwon’s bluntness catches you off guard. You don’t have it in you to find a reply as your mind is currently filled with shock at his sudden remark. Being as buzzed as you are, you stare up at him with wide eyes, and you feel yourself gradually inching closer to him. After a second passes, Jungwon’s soothing voice fills the silence, as he leans in a bit, unconsciously mimicking you.

As he opens his mouth, his eyes are only on your lips. “What, cat got your tongue?”

At this point, your bodies are almost touching, and your faces are only centimeters away from each other. But before anything happens, the sound of him speaking snaps you out of your daze, and you pull back from him.

What the hell was that? Annoyance fills your whole body as you process what happened. How fucked, you think to yourself, that he would really stoop this low just to keep infuriating you, just as he always has.

Quickly turning away before he can say anything else, you continue to mingle in the large crowd, determined not to let Jungwon’s presence ruin your night.

As you make your way to the makeshift bar, you bump into Jay, an old friend from high school.

“Y/N! How have you been? It’s been so long,” he says while pulling you in for a small hug.

“Jay! Yeah, it’s been a while, you look great!” You reply, with a bit of blush now gracing your cheeks. Honestly, you had a bit of a crush on Jay in high school. You’ve always had a thing for guys with good style, and Jay has good style. His charm, sweet personality, and perfect looks might have also had something to do with it. Seeing him again as he’s now grown into his features is making your heart rate increase a bit.

“Yeah, you look really different too,” he states while eyeing you up and down.

“Oh? In what way?”

“Like, you look crazy…” he trails off at the end while scanning your body again.

You laugh and look at him incredulously. “Crazy? Yeah, maybe not the best thing to say to a girl.”

“Wait, no! No, sorry,” he waves his hands in front of you as he shouts to correct himself in the loud environment, “I was going to say crazy good! You’ve always been pretty, but you just look amazing now, wow.”

Your face heats up from the sudden compliment. “Thank you,” you respond shyly, suddenly feeling giddy. You two continue to flirt for a while, until it starts getting a bit provocative. At some point, he goes in to kiss you, and with all the alcohol clouding your system, you decide to let him. As your lips meet, you suddenly sense the intensity of a gaze on you, just as you did earlier. You pull away from Jay, to scan the room, and that’s when you see him—Jungwon, standing across the room, staring at you with an unreadable expression. For some reason, seeing him watching you pissed you off. With all the anger and adrenaline in your system, you pull Jay back in for another lustful and aggressive kiss. Jay matches your intensity and the kiss turns into a slightly heated makeout. By the time you pull away, Jungwon isn’t in your sight anymore. You do a quick room scan again and ignore the minor heaviness in your chest when you don’t see him anywhere. 

Whatever. I don’t need him anyway.

You and Jay spend the rest of the night inseparable from each other, catching up and dancing for the rest of the party.

--

The next time you see Jungwon is on campus, two days after the party. You’re heading home after your last evening class, when you decide to stop by the campus cafe, where you see him in line. He sees you walking towards him and immediately turns away with a roll of his eyes. 

Weird, he’s never acted like that towards you before.

You turn to him and greet him awkwardly to ease the tension. Instead of responding, he turns to you and gives you a small nod while avoiding eye contact. He’s never been this cold to you before—he usually greets you with teasing and playful banter, not … whatever this is. Jungwon’s sudden distance confuses you.

“Oh, so that’s how it is.” You state annoyedly. Who the hell does he think he is? Is he mad at you? What reason does he even have to be angry?

“What are you talking about, Y/N,” he sighs, not even turning to you.

“Cut the shit, Jungwon. You’re being weird, what’s going on with you?”

“Stop pressing me, I’m fine.” His tone is harsher than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Well, obviously not. I’ve known you for a couple years now, Jungwon. I know what you’re normally like, and it’s not this.”

This seems to trigger something in him. “I’m fine! Why do you care anyway, you never did before,” he finally faces you, “just go hang out with your boyfriend or something,” he spits out.

Now, you’re confused. What the hell is he on about?

“What?”

“Jay? The guy you were sucking face with the whole night at the party? You shouldn’t be with him, Y/N, I’m telling you.” He almost yells, with an angry and slightly disgusted look on his face.

“What the hell? We’re not dating, it was a party and I was fucking wasted!” You’re trying your best to keep your voice down, but right now you’re annoyed as hell. “And also, what if he was my boyfriend? You never talked to him in high school, but we were pretty close, and he was the sweetest guy I knew! He’s hot as fuck too, so if anything, I should be dating him!” Without realizing, your voice gets louder as you rant at Jungwon in defense of your friend. Your anger is now at its peak, which limits your awareness of your surroundings as you’re now tunnel visioned on him. Jungwon, however, notices that people are starting to look at you two as you’re yelling. 

As much as he wants to respond, he doesn’t want to be the center of attention in this quiet cafe. Right as you spit out your last sentence, he grabs your wrist to pull you out of the cafe, and into the small area on the side of the building, away from the crowds and busyness of the bustling sidewalk.

“Let go of me, Jungwon, what the fuck!”

“Do you really feel that way about him?” He asks you with an impenetrable expression on his face, just like he had at the party.

You’ve never seen him like this before, and it worries you a little bit. You’re in a bit of a daze as you try to figure out what’s going on, so you’re still confused as you answer his question without processing your words. “Huh? I mean, yeah, I do think he’s really attractive and sweet, and I mean he’s a really good kisser—”

His eyes break contact with yours as he suddenly interrupts you. “Alright, Y/N, whatever. I’ll see you around.” But before Jungwon can leave you hanging, you grab his arm to stop him.

"Wait, Jungwon," you say urgently, your grip tightening on his arm. His sudden withdrawal and coldness have thrown you off balance, and you need to understand what's happening between you two.

He looks at you, his expression guarded but softer than before. "What is it, Y/N?" he asks, his voice tense.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing thoughts. "I don't understand why you're acting like this," you admit, your voice quieter now. "What happened? Why are you so upset about Jay?"

Jungwon lets out a bitter laugh, his shoulders stiffening. "Why do you think, Y/N?" he snaps, eyes flashing with jealousy. "Seeing you with him, kissing him like that… Do you have any idea how that felt?"

His words hang heavy in the air, catching you off guard. You hadn't expected this level of emotion from him, not after everything that's transpired between you two.

"You care?" you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why didn't you say something before?"

"I thought you knew," Jungwon admits, his frustration evident. "I thought it was obvious."

You shake your head slowly as his confession sinks in. "No, I didn't know," you mumble, feeling a mix of confusion and regret. "I really thought you hated me, Jungwon."

He sighs as his expression softens at your words. “How could I ever hate you? You’re beautiful, funny, smart, and kinda mean.” Jungwon sees you giggling at his comment, which eases his worries a bit as he continues speaking. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/N. The only reason I was so annoying to you all these years is because I knew that was the easiest way to keep your attention.”

Jungwon feels like his insides are caught in his throat as he wants for you to respond, but you’re at a loss for words. Jungwon has feelings for you? Although your heart is fixated on the excitement you're feeling right now, your mind is running laps trying to understand what’s going on.

“Jungwon… I don’t know what to say right now,” You look up at him in hopes that he can fill the silence that’s currently weighing between you two.

Jungown steps closer to you. "Just tell me," he murmurs, his voice low and intense. "Tell me that you don't feel anything for him. That what I saw was just the alcohol talking."

“I really don’t feel anything for him, it genuinely was just the influence of alcohol. With you, it’s different.”

Jungwon's expression shifts, relief washing over his features. After years of holding back his feelings in fear of losing you or scaring you away, it suddenly feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Now, with the knowledge of your disinterest in Jay, a flicker of possibility sparks in his chest. “Different how?” he asks, his voice softer now, almost hopeful.

“Everytime you were around me, I’d feel a rush in my body. I always ruled it as irritation or anger, but thinking about it now, it was definitely something more.” 

Not wanting to get his hopes up too much, Jungwon pushes for clarification with his eyes as wide as you’ve ever seen him. With this expression of expectancy plastered on his face, he almost looks like a little kitten. “Something more…?”

You smile at him adoringly while nodding. “Something more, as in maybe there was some underlying attraction and feelings for you below the competitiveness and irritation.”

Despite the shyness that takes over him due to your words, Jungwon beams brightly as you say exactly what he wanted to hear. He hopes you don’t notice how ecstatic he is as he tries his best to play it cool. He takes a step to bridge the gap between the two of you and takes your smaller hands into his. 

“I can’t believe this is happening, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear this, Y/N. Although, I could do without you reminding me of how irritating I was all the time.”

You squeeze his hands tighter, feeling a sudden burst of giddiness and affection for him. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to say it so much if you weren’t so annoy—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Jungwon’s lips are on yours. His plump lips are soft as he moves them against yours, and you place your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. It starts getting heated as his hands move to hold your waist under your shirt, his cold hands making contact with your skin. The unexpected contact forces a small gasp out of you and Jungwon takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth. The sensation of his tongue against yours sends a shockwave through your body, igniting a long-suppressed desire that you had been denying for so long. His touch feels both familiar and exhilarating, like finally finding the missing piece of a puzzle you didn't know was incomplete.

As the kiss intensifies, Jungwon presses you gently against the wall of the building, his body molding perfectly against yours. His hands continue to roam around underneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine as they trail along your skin. Every touch, every caress, only heightens the growing heat between you.

You pull away to give him a couple of light kisses on his neck, before giving him one last peck on his lips. He leans his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. The sounds of cars, indistinct chatter, and you two catching your breaths fill your ears.

You both open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. “Y/N, I really like you. A lot,” he murmurs, his voice husky and filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty. “I've wanted this for so long.”

You gaze into his eyes, seeing a vulnerability and passion you've never witnessed before. Jungwon brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender yet filled with unspoken promises. “I don't want to rush things,” he says softly, “but I also don't want to waste any more time pretending there’s nothing between us.”

You nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “I understand,” you reply, your voice steady despite the torrent of emotions swirling within you. “We can take it slow.” With a gentle smile, Jungwon leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips once more. 

“I never thought this would actually happen,” Jungwon mindlessly voices his thoughts out loud. The only things circling his mind are that he can’t believe this is happening, and the fact that you look as beautiful as ever looking up at him with your big eyes, rosy cheeks, and puffy lips, swollen from kissing him.

You gently kiss his collarbone before looking back up at him and taking hold of his face to force his gaze into yours. “Well, believe it, Jungwon. I’m all yours.” You tell him with a bright smile adorning your features.

Your words quickly pick up Jungwon’s heart rate, if it was even possible for it to beat faster than it has been this whole time. You look so cute peering up at him, he can’t help but want to smother you with kisses all over his face. It feels different seeing you like this, he’s so used to seeing you scowling at him. Looking into your sparkling eyes and seeing your adorable toothy smile, he realizes that he would do anything and everything to forever keep that smile on your face.

“I’m yours too, Y/N. I always have been, whether you knew it yet or not.” Jungwon’s words fill your heart with happiness as you pull him down for another kiss.

The world around you fades away as you get lost in the kiss. His touch ignites a fire within you, a yearning you never knew existed. Jungwon intensifies the kiss, his hand moving to your neck to pull you in closer. You tangle your hands in his hair as your lips move together slowly and passionately, your breath hitching as his touch sparks a desperate need within you.

Suddenly, a loud honk cuts through the air. You pull away from Jungwon abruptly, both of you breathing heavily, eyes wide with surprise. The honk is followed by a series of more honks, and people yelling at each other on the road. The unexpected interruption throws you off balance. You glance back at the road, then back at Jungwon, his expression a mixture of desire and frustration. He leans in again, his voice husky as he hums against your lips, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your heart hammers against your ribs, a combination of nerves and amusement coursing through your body. “What do you suggest?” you whisper back, your voice barely audible over the car honks.

Jungwon's eyes darken with a newfound intensity. “My place isn’t too far from here, what do you say?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Wow, we just got together and you’re already taking me home?” You reply with a mischievous smirk dancing along your lips.

“We've been rivals for so long, Y/N…” Jungwon trails off, his gaze lingering on your mouth. A slow smirk spreads across his face, and he mirrors your expression with a hint of challenge. “Don't you want to see who gets the last word?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. 

“Oh, bring it on.”

[confusedgayscreeching]

Hi! It’s been a while lol- I’m gonna try to get back to posting semi-regularly but I make no promises! I am currently feeling very frustrated about the arguments about Stolitz I’m seeing verywhere and I need to rant so here we are!

Okay so one thing I think a lot of people trip up with in analyzing this relationship is comparing them in the way of “who is worse.” To me that’s weird and not a realistic or productive way to talk about out this. They both suck in their own ways and it makes more sense to analyze how they effect each other and themselves rather than arguing over something so subjective, especially since even if we were able to come to a conclusion as a fandom about who is worse (which again is not possible to do objectively) it wouldn’t do anything or move the conversation forward at all.

Blame shifting and villainizing characters because you relate to one more or understand one more might make you feel good but it doesn’t actually contribute to the conversation. They both do fucked up things at different points and they both suck sometimes, but to me it makes more sense and is more interesting to look at how they both effect each other and their psychology, especially because trying to assign morality to any actions in a show like this is redundant and misses the point- looking at it from an outside lens and saying “x is bad so they are bad” doesn’t mean anything within the context of the show or the relationship and it never has.

I know a lot of us love these characters and/or relate heavily to them but starting arguments online because someone suggests your poor little meow meow possibly isn’t perfect is genuinely just dumb and doesn’t move the conversation forward at all, nor does it help us resolve or continue the conversation in a satisfying way.

This show and these characters are fucked up. They’re meant to be fucked up. They do awful things that can’t be justified and that’s just the point. When you make it a competition it doesn’t do anything for anyone and all you end up doing is invalidating other people’s feelings and opinions whether you mean to or not.

We all need to try to be more neutral and just acknowledge why each character might feel a certain way without feeling the need to justify that feeling or make them a martyr. Just like with people in real life a character’s emotions are just their emotions, they don’t need to be justified or have an arguable reason for feeling that way, feelings are valid no matter what, and what matters is how they handle those feelings.

Idk about anyone else but one of the reasons I fell in love with Hazbin hotel and helliva boss is because they’re all awful and irredeemable but they’re still sentient beings who are written in a way that shows they still deserve empathy and love, the show isn’t trying to force these characters to justify their existence by being good and that’s beautiful because the idea that human decency is conditional is far too prevalent.

Idk this will probably seem preachy and long winded but it just feels silly and disingenuous to try to talk about right/wrong with these characters or this show in general, especially considering that it ignores the more emotional inner reasons for why these characters act the way they do, which is so much more interesting to explore.

[theramblingvoid]

The issue is that it's like, not that bad. If I could take a pair of time scissors and snip out a little hour long triangle of Now and put it somewhere in Before, it wouldn't even be a ruined day. It would hurt, but not that bad, and it would be weird to happen all at once and then none at all instead of the slow buildup notice-too-late way it did happen, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. I probably wouldn't even have told anyone. Just took a nap maybe, or filled a hot water bottle, or more likely, knowing me, sat there and studied and vaguely wondered if the thing I ate that morning might have gone a little off. Some people have very bad pain. Excruciating, for some people. Mine is like, not that bad.

But the issue is that it's like, not that bad, but not just for an hour. The issue is it was one bad hour in March, three of them some time in early April, and then at some point I can't pin down in hindsight I forgot what it felt like to not be in pain. And it's never been that bad - I could sit at a desk, I could keep up a conversation, and I worked all the way through it, best I could - but my chest hurts in new ways from hunching over old pain and bracing my arms on that desk without noticing. My jaw aches from clenching my teeth, and my boss doesn't know that it's not that bad when she sits me down and asks me why my time has yet to solidify in an appropriate amount of papers on her desk. Because it has been months, see, and a trickle of sand fills a bucket in a year the same way a shovel can do it in a day.

And I am lucky, genuinely. I am so lucky that it's like, not that bad. I have never needed the hospital for it, never been to the emergency room. I could walk, every day, even if it wasn't pretty. But the issue, the god damned issue is that I do not own time scissors because they don't exist. Thirty seconds underwater is like, not that bad, but thirty more, and thirty more, and thirty more, and thirty more, and thirty more, without coming up for air, thirty more, thirty more, thirty more has you drowning. And that's what I think people don't understand, sometimes. I know I didn't. I do now.

Hey. Chronically ill friend. Come here. Let me tell you a secret.

Even if it's like, really not that bad, you're allowed to admit it can be really fucking hard.

[waterfall-ambience]

nghm okay my take on the neuvillette 'ships' is that they're...all kinda boring? theres a lot of interesting dynamics to explore dont get me wrong but for all of them romance is the least interesting option lol. first is because i dont think he's romantically-inclined by nature (aroace king) but also he intentionally tries to keep people at arms length because of his position as iudex (so even if he has friendly connections i cant see anything 'more' than that actually working out) .

however the most interesting juxtaposition for his character imo is being so filled with love for the world and the people around him and simulataneously not experiencing 'love' in the way a lot of people traditionally understand it. he loves people so deeply no he does not want to pursue any of them romantically. it doesnt even have anything to do with him being a dragon, he's just like that.

[junotter]

sometimes researching for avatar redesigns has you 6 layers deep into the Japan's Meiji era allies wiki

[byanyan]

new genre of ask where byan comes barging in and asks your muse to teach them how to swear in their native language, or any other language(s) they might know

[235uranium]

back from the barbie movie and I certainly have Thoughts on what the movie was doing but overall I do think it's worth seeing! it's fun

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

i really wanted to like bones & all but... for such an interesting premise the characters and story were kinda tedious imo lol... like idk maren is supposed to be the main character but i feel like the film is more interested in lee & his story than hers which is mildly frustrating lol...

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread    

The Battle Drum

sequel to The Final Strife, a queer Ghanian/Arabian high fantasy world where people are divided by blood colour

the nightly hurricanes are getting more deadly, and Sylah travels to unknown lands to discover the truth and find help

meanwhile Anoor is trying to manage her new political position while framed for a murder she didn’t commit

[sidewalk-scrawls]

Anyway, as an addendum to that last post, whenever people apologize to me for talking too much I’m just like... No, friend... You cannot talk too much... Please tell me everything you know about everything

[lordsukunas]

jjk men & you: nail appointment!

tldr: gojo, geto, nanami, ino, choso, toji, sukuna + mahito going with you to your nail appointment.

cw: fem!reader. sukuna refers to reader as ‘woman’ once. and mahito.

a/n: this was fun lowk. might do it for jjk boys, depends on my motivation. idk if mahito particularly counts as a man, but he’s here for my mootie. time to sleep now, enjoy!!!

✿ — gojo:

first things first, he’s paying for your nails. which sounds like a good thing, until you realize he’s insisting on going along with you. he’ll pester you the entire time, suggesting colors and styles (how does he know so much?!) and then doing anything to get you to laugh or look at him. sometimes it results in your nail tech getting a little lot frustrated because he keeps making you squirm. eventually, tho, he’ll stop and let the tech finish up your nails.

“they’re cute. would’ve been cuter if you let me pick, buuuut... still cute.”

✿ — ino:

he’ll flex his knowledge about nails like it’s something revolutionary or suggest a style that he swears is completely unique, only for you to correct him and realize that it’s really just basic information. he’ll spend the rest of the appointment scrolling through pinterest and instagram, trying to find inspo for your next set.

“ooh, baby, look. these are nice, right?”

✿ — nanami:

only pays if you want him to, and only goes if you want him to. is content to let you pick whatever style you want, but likes to pick out bold colors and suggest designs based on your interests or adding charms. always tips the tech, and once your nails are done, he gently grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

“these suit you perfectly, my lady.”

✿ — geto:

at first, he is nawt going in there. unless you find a sorcerer nail tech, he’s going to be slick the entire time. he’ll side-eye everyone else getting their nails done, judge their taste (“why would she choose that shit-brown?”), and stand up the entire time. he doesn’t want the germs. once you’re done, he’s pulling you out of there as quickly as possible.

“here, take this. ... yes, it’s hand sanitizer. you don’t want those monkey germs, right?”

✿ — toji:

only goes because you told him if he tagged along, you’d pay. in reality, he was going to go all along, just to make sure nobody tries anything. he will slap the shit outta somebody, including your nail tech. sits in a tiny chair by your side, massive head resting on your shoulder and arms crossed, absolutely knocked out. he’ll only wake up if you shrug your shoulder or if the appointment ends (he has some kind of sixth sense for that shit).

“huh? ... nah, i ain’t sleep. you cute, now c’mon.”

✿ — choso:

kind of like gojo, clingy asf. he won’t make suggestions (bro has no idea, pls bear w/ him), but he’ll praise any and every decision you make. his arms will be wrapped around your waist the entire time, earning him lots of ‘awhss’ and ‘look at them! so cute.’ tips the nail tech for “making you extra gorgeous.” his words, not mine.

“you look good, i swear. i like the colors, and the shape, and the design, and your hands...”

✿ — sukuna:

has a personal nail tech. you think he maintains them black nails by himself? no. threatens his nail tech to do good on your nails, otherwise it’ll be the last set they ever do. makes minor suggestions, but is content to sit back and let you decide for yourself. he does have a preference color, though, either black, red, or dark purple. gets a weird urge to nibble your fingers once your nails are done. please don’t ask why.

“hm? you look fine, woman. nothing rivals your natural beauty, so quit ya whining.”

✿ — higuruma:

he’s awake for the entire prep process. watching you pick your colors, decide on a design, get settled in the chair. the second the nail tech actually gets to work, though, he’s tapped out. just like toji, he’s sitting in a chair beside you, head either resting in your lap or on your shoulder. if he could sit across from you, his head would be on your chest. only wakes up when it’s time to pay (he tips!) or if something goes wrong.

“... mm? oh, those are nice, sunshine. i like the little designs, very cute.”

✿ — mahito ..?:

a lil shit the entire time istg. doesn’t care what you pick, will poke and squish and pinch and nuzzle you the whole process, annoying both you and the tech. considers getting his done to match yours, but realizes he could probably just morph the shape of his soul instead of sitting there.

“those are, like, so cute! ... no? you don’t like my valley girl accent?”

[skxllz]

Hi! IDK IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS BUT IM GONNA SEND ONE ANYWAY AND YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU ARENT TAKING REQUESTS

Can you do Lucifer, Alastor and whoever else you wanna add with a reader who just swallows/eats anything/weird things?

A piece of tissue? Sure! Plastic? Yippee! A pebble? Why not! Keys? Yummy! A rubber duck? Quack quack! A piece of Alastors cane? Don’t kill me!!

I'm not currently taking requests but I'll do this for you hon <3 I apologize if it doesn't live up to your expectations!

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 & 𝐯𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐭...

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

🐤 - 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛

➳ when you two first started dating - scratch that, first started talking, he picked up on the fact that you had random quirks. bored? you'd make random noises. sometimes, you'd lay on the floor just to lay there. for no reason, you'd hang upside down on the couches in the foyer. —he once questioned you and you said, I quote, “ I want to feel the blood rush to my head, it's fun. ”— to say the least, you puzzled him, but he brushed it off because who wasn't an oddball in hell?

➳ now, when you actually started dating and you got more comfortable is when he noticed some of his rubber ducks missing - and not just the ducks, but rather some of the things he used on them as well. glue, for example.

➳ “ hey, um, sweetie? ” he approached you one day, quite confused from where his things were suddenly disappearing to. you hummed in reply, looking up from your phone. lucifer blinked at you slowly, trying to come up with a way to word his sentence without seeming like he was accusing you of anything. “ have you seen my glue? the kind I use for- ” — “ no. ” you had answered too quickly for his liking.

➳ as the days carried on, more of his shit would vanish. it got to the point where it'd frustrate him. it wasn't until one day, where his latest creation knocked off of his desk and rolled under it, did he find one of the ducks he had been looking for. except... it had a bite mark taken out of it...

➳ lucifer was dubbed shocked. his eyes widened, lips pulled down in a duck-lipped press. what in the seven rings of hell? he's never seen anything like this, and he doesn't own a hell hound, so who-

➳ and then his mind drifted to you.

➳ he recalled your weird behaviour; the way you were sweating nervously and avoiding eye contact. he should've known you had something to do with it.

➳ but to eat his rubber ducks? he's going to have a serious talk with you about your diet.

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📻 - 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛

➳ this radio demon didn't really show interest in you at first. you seemed innocent - too innocent, but still innocent, and that just didn't catch his attention in the slightest. if anything, you seemed bothersome.

➳ I'd like to think he first took interest in you when vaggie found a corner of the end of her spear broken off. no one dared touched it before, and you were new to the hotel - it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. but I guess, in a sense, no one else suspected you since you never bothered anything else.

➳ one night, when almost everyone was asleep, you snuck off to the kitchen to find something to eat. you were starving since you hadn't had dinner and couldn't really bother to just fall asleep on an empty stomach. a certain radio demon had followed you, startling you out of your wits as you turned around only to spot him there. “ funny to see you awake, dear! ”

➳ you explained to him, nervously, that you couldn't sleep. he hummed, pretending to show he was listening, before skipping right to the point of why exactly he was there. “ I couldn't help but realize that, earlier today when our dearest vaggie was rather upset, you hadn't moved an inch from your spot on the sofa. in fact, you seemed almost... ” he paused, pretending to ponder, his smile widening. “ guilty. care to explain the reasoning for that, hm? ”

➳ at that point, you were avoiding eye contact. hands twined behind your back, thumbs twiddling out of anxiousness, you searched for an excuse through your jumbled brain, attempting to think of absolutely anything just to slip away from alastor. but knowing him, he'd probably see right through the charade - he's been around way longer than you, and is a mastermind at getting into people's heads. no doubt he'd figure out you fibbed. — “ I just felt guilty that I couldn't help at all. vaggie is a close friend, I hate to see her upset. ”

➳ instead of buying the lie, like you had predicted, the bob-wearing demon leaned down and gave you a close-lipped grin; half lidded eyes flashing dangerously beneath the light that gleamed from atop the stove. “ or is it because, perhaps, you had something to do with it? ”

➳ that's when you blurted out. “ I ate it. ” and, much too afraid to gouge alastor's reaction, you turned and took off running out of the kitchen.

➳ if you would've stayed, however, you would've seen the way alastor's eyes momentarily widened. he was.. shocked, to say the least. he didn't think he had heard you right at first, but he knew for certain his ears didn't deceive him.

➳ with his narrowed eyes now staring after your figure, he straightened his posture, folding his hands behind his back and humming to himself. “ interesting creature, they are... ”

➳ you have now caught his attention. expect more interactions with the infamous deer!

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📺 - 𝚟𝚘𝚡

➳ picture this; you're one of velvette's models. you're dating vox, her business partner. they're both aware of how weird you can be, and yet, they both seem to favorite you - hell, even val (but let's face it, he just wants you for your body, which isn't going to happen).

➳ you're in the middle of getting your hair prepped and straightened when you had the sudden urge to just chew. it always came on randomly, but most of the time when you were bored. sitting in a chair, with sprits blasting into your face and hair utensils tugging in your hair, and hell forbid you weren't allowed to move- it was not exactly fun. so you started to eye the new collection of makeup sponges that were just set upon your personal vanity.

➳ they looked squishy, flimsy, chewable... oh so tempting. so while rachelle, your hairstylist, was busy talking her head off, too busy to notice you stretching your arm forward, you snatched one up.

➳ velvette came strutting down the midst of the aisle with a firm hand on her hip and a ripple in the center of her brow, shouting at many of the other stylists on what to do, what not to do - what looked better on her models, what looked cheap. she could not afford to have her best women looking as if they escaped the hands of a hellhound, it just wouldn't do. but that's when she turned, pointing a demanding finger at rachelle to amp up the heat on your straightener because the ends of your hair were curling up. that's also when she noticed you not only chewing on the newly bought sponge, but eating it.

➳ “ oh for fuck sake! ” the dark-skinned demon spewed, catching your attention and making you freeze. velvette reached an arm forward, only to wrap her digits around what was left of the sponge and rip it from your grasp. your chair turned on cue, showing you sheepishly smiling at the fuming female. “ I told you not to stuff your damn mouth full of random shit! especially my new makeup equipment — ” she turned away, stomping her healed foot to the ground. “ fuck! ”

➳ it wasn't long before vox had arrived before the demoness due to her calling him and shouting profanities over the phone. you were left to sit in the chair, huffing nonsense under your breath, while rachelle finished with your hair in silence.

➳ when the overlord made his presence known, rachelle excused herself — and thankfully she had finished your hair. “ y/n, dear.. ” vox smoothly spoke, for once not sounding like an overly cocky twat. it's usually only in the presence of others, but given that not many people were around, he dialed a softer tone with you.

➳ “ I didn't do anything, ” you rolled your eyes, looking away with a puffed out frown. yes, you were spoiled, but who wouldn't be, dating the owner and inventor of voxtech?

➳ vox sharply looked down at you, eyeing you with a sense of irritance —for angering velvette— but fondness —because you're his—. “ don't be like that. how many times have we talked about eating random things, hm? ”

➳ “ ... about- fifty nine? I lost count. ”

➳ “ around there. ” the tv demon moved, placing his hands on the back of the swivel chair you sat upon, while now holding eye contact with you through the mirror to your vanity. “ and what have we talked about, sweetheart? ”

➳ you were silent at first. staring him down, eyes hooded and ghosted over with annoyance. it was irritating how he was speaking to you like a child. “ well? ” vox impatiently, patiently, questioned; his claws dragging along the back of the chair, only to glide over your nape. closing your eyes out of bliss from the movement, you sighed. “ don't eat random things because they're bad for me... ”

➳ “ exactly. ” vox mischievously smiled down to you, squeezing the back of your neck gently. “ now, don't you think you owe velvette an apology? ”

➳ as you nod your head, vox releases his grip on you, letting your hair fall back down against your skin. “ good. come now, we have to get that out of the way; I have things to discuss with you. ”

➳ your discussion ended pretty well :).

[taffywabbit]

idk if i'm way off the mark on this, but the way some people are responding to that Guillermo del Toro interview about the decline of studio animation is a bit frustrating to me. specifically the bit where he talks about "emoji animation" and how everything is over-animated and pushed too far and things are rarely allowed to not be ultra-cartoony (y'know, because animation always needs to be marketable to children who are never trusted to have attention spans, right?). like, i think he's generally correct about it! but some folks are taking the wrong message away from that.

i've seen people going off about how "soulless" and "corporate" various recent examples are, and talking about these pieces of media as though they're the result of some kind of personal failing or lack of skill/range on the part of the animators, and it's just like. do people realize that's the only animation you're usually allowed to DO in the industry, unless you get incredibly lucky and land yourself on a project/studio that's unusually cool?

when i was in college for animation it was literally drilled into us nonstop that everything had to be pushed more, that exaggeration was not a guideline or a sometimes-treat but a hard rule that always had to be applied regardless of what was going on, because the viewer couldn't be trusted to pick up on subtlety and we sure as hell couldn't be trusted to convey it. you ever wonder why there's such a specific vibe to a lot of self-directed student films, particularly ones that are focused on character acting/interaction or deep emotions and introspection (especially when there's minimal/no dialogue)? it's because for a lot of young animators, they haven't had the freedom to experiment with realism and subtlety up to that point and they're likely not going to have it again for a while (or at all, unless their career path leads to higher positions where they might have more creative direction over the things they work on. which also becomes a lot less likely if they're anything other than a cishet white dude, for what it's worth).

i would LOVE to see more nuanced, realistic, understated motion and acting in animation. i WANT more characters to be able to express what they're feeling through natural body language and facial cues and for scenes to allow me to breathe instead of spelling everything out in giant bold flashing text all the time. what del Toro wants to see changed in the animation industry sounds great, and i hope others join him in seeking to revamp what modern animation is allowed to be.

but as things currently stand, and as they've stood for a long while now, most artists doing the grunt work on the shows and movies you see are completely at the mercy of corporations and networks who have a vested interest in producing a very specific kind of marketable and cost-efficient media all the time. (and by extension that style is ALSO what's taught in most animation schools, because their job more than anything is to grind you down into a perfect little sweatshop worker who will bend over backwards to meet quotas and get your work approved and not question the higher-ups, even if you have little to no personal investment in the projects you're working on, so that the studios who employ you can maintain their good reputations or whatever)

anyways idk what my point was here, this really just sorta became a rant and my views have undoubtedly been coloured by my own personal experiences (this kinda shit is largely why i dropped out before my last year of animation school, for the record).

i guess just be kind to folks in the animation industry? they've had it fucking rough nonstop for well over a century (the majority of them are still not unionized and there's HUGE pushback against doing so in many places). i assure you they are doing their best to infuse the latest uninspired illumination flick or weird spinoff kids' show with literally any amount of soul they can. you don't have to like the stuff that gets produced by any means! be a hater! i'm certainly not gonna stop you. just remember where these creative decisions come from and why these conditions exist, and consider that when YOU watched something and thought "hmm that could've been done better", you can bet your ass someone actually working on it probably thought the same thing but couldn't do anything about it. these things WILL change as the industry itself improves, but in the meantime folks have to pay their rent, and that usually means doing what they're told and working in a way that will minimize revisions and meet quotas so they can keep their jobs. it sucks, but it is what it is.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for flinching away from people/wiping myself off after they touch me?

this is probably a massive non-issue, but i keep thinking about it so idk

okay so basically, i (16nb) am autistic. i got diagnosed like mid-to-late last year i think?

i've only really started showing noticeable symptoms(? is that the right word?) in recent years, such as stimming and getting really into my interests, etc etc

one of those things is that i've become less receptive to people touching me.

in recent years i've only really had a few people i've felt comfortable touching (the majority of whom i don't speak to anymore, for reasons i won't get into).

because of this, i tend to unconsciously flinch away from people whenever they come near/touch me, e.g. at school. as well as this, if we do brush arms or something, i'll wipe my arm where they touched me

logically, i know this doesn't do anything. it's not a germ thing, and even if it was, it's not like someone's arm covered by their blazer touching my arm covered by my blazer is doing anything that warrants me wiping it off as if i'm disgusted (which i'm not).

idk, i just feel, like. weird? if i don't do it?

anyways, i didn't really think much of it; it's not like i make a massive show of wiping myself off in front of the person. it's usually just, like, brushing off my shoulder where they grazed me by accident or something.

but my mum noticed me doing it, and one time she started crying, saying that it makes her feel like i hate her/am disgusted by her, because she can't even touch her child.

that was a while ago, and she hasn't mentioned it since (i've also not really been doing it as much, considering i do school online now and thus don't really get exposed to people touching me a lot), but also she doesn't really try to touch me anymore, and gets super upset when she asks for a hug and i say no.

or when she'll get a little too close and i'll kinda flinch away and she'll get frustrated and go "i'm not touching you!" even though it's not something i do on purpose or to make her feel bad

idk, it just makes me feel kinda AH-ish, because like. it shouldn't be a big deal, y'know? people should be allowed to touch me without me inadvertently making them feel like i think they're disgusting (which again, i don't think that, it's just an instinctual thing i do)

idk

i know none of this really matters in the slightest, it's just been on my mind for a while.

AITA?

[bloodsbane]

i will not reblog the post to comment no matter how tempted i am because i refuse to listen to the devil this early in the morning. but i just saw a post basically saying 'if you like to think about characters from a thing you like having sex, you're weird AND did you even actually like the media they're from or are you just some horny loser who needs everyone to fuck all the time?'

and i get it, tumblr rando, you are frustrated or whatever. you made a post on your personal blog on the making posts on your blog webbed site. you are just throwing a huge blanket umbrella statement over a large crowd and catching people who arent who you're talking about underneath it

but i REALLY wish this idea that liking sex or enjoying thinking about characters having sex (or even just shipping in general) = you DONT CARE about the source material beyond a surface level would die right now immediately. do you know how arrogant and pedantic and dismissive this makes you sound? im so so sorry but some people just DO like sex! and like, idk if you knew this, but sex is how some people connect with others or like exploring characters in new and compelling ways that interest them

the post was also specifically complaining about people doing this within, like, a couple days of getting into said thing. dude. what? okay so if i politely cross my hands on my lap and sit still and only think holy thoughts about Media and Character Motivations for one full week and deliver 3 analysis essays to your desk by friday, THEN will it be okay for me to write some bdsm? have i filled my quota of being a Normal and Intellectual fan? did i prove to you that i really, truly care about the source material instead of just being a filthy queer who only cares about icky sex and getting my rocks off?

it's one thing to not be interested in smutty fic/art yourself, and you're entitled to your opinions, and it's fair to be annoyed when the spaces you want to occupy are loud with material that isnt for you. but this rhetoric that caring about sex and wanting to write about it JUST FOR FUN with characters you like from a story you enjoy means that you're like. too stupid or shallow to have actually engaged with the source material beyond it being shipping fodder. that's high-key some of the most rancid shit ive had to hear and y'all seriously need to start scrubbing that out of your brain or it's just gonna rot

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

FRED AND GEORGE - HC

-THEIR TYPE-

FRED

Looks > Personality

^personality is a big factor for him but i think he would care about more of what you look like, not that he's judgmental or anything.

Personality

funny but can't be as funny or more funny than he is.

he likes girls that have a lot of sarcasm, he just finds it hot

girls that play hard to get>>

he doesn't mind if your clingy, but he liked his space and can get a little frustrated when you cling to him when he wants to be alone, he doesn't want to be mean so he'll ask nicely

he cares a lot about what his friends think, ESPECIALLY george.

^if you don't get along with his friends then sorry, i think you'll have to go.

he likes girls that laugh easily and have a loud laugh.

he doesn't really care if you're interested in Quidditch but he would want you to support him, but it would be better if you played it

i feel like he would go for the mum friend, the one he knows cares about his well-being and state.

being sort of stupid himself- he can't say anything about your mind, but he'd definitely want you to be smart to even it out

he likes the idea of teaching innocent girls a few things, but he loves a girl who's dirty minded

extroverted girls >>

he likes girls who can handle their own shit, who can stick up for themselves, girls who are confident and can speak their own mind

^that being said, you can't be overly mean because that'll just turn him off

girls who have a soft spot for animals and babies (and him).

can handle a joke and crack one or two yourself

helps come up with pranks for him and George

girls that get mad easily when he teases them but still have a smile on your face when you yell

Looks

he doesn't really care about hair colour but he's definitely more into raven heads or dyed (mostly deep red or purple) doesn't care about hair type though.

seriously doesn't mind about how tall or short you are, that's the least of his worries

girls with eyes that hold a little mystery behind them, he can't describe it, but he knows it when he sees it.

doesn't discriminate against skin colour, this man loves women and all women. (let's say its mutual)

he likes thighs over everything, they just get him excited, idk why.

tits >>>

^^doesn't matter about the size but prefers the bigger end of the scale

likes fit girls but seriously doesn't care if you have a bit of chubbiness

he liked scars, he thinks they're badass (even if you got them in the most pathetic way, like falling over)

he likes girl who have good hygiene and look clean and fresh

girls who try to look good for themselves, not others or for him

he likes dimples, but he doesn't care enough to not like you if you don't have them

to sum it up he's not really picky but he knows what he likes

he'd be the guy to ghost you if he didn't like you after a few dates

GEORGE

Looks - Personality

they're equally important, although he leans a bit more to Personality because he finds all girls beautiful in their own way

Personality

he doesn't care how funny you are, it just matters if you find him funny or not

like Fred- he likes girls who are sarcastic, it's just a thing they have with it, idk.

he likes girls who love physical contact and don't care about clinginess

^he wants a girl to show how much she wants him.

girls that get easily flustered when he flirts with them

girls with loud and weird laughs (e.g. you snort while laughing or smt)

he cares about what his friends think but he wouldn't break up with a girl just because they don't like her because she made a bad joke or something, he cares about his feelings for you over his friends feelings for you, but won't let you get in the way of his group

he wants a girl who will watch all his quidditch games

he likes girls who are kind to just about everyone except the assholes.

he likes girls that care about their grades but also likes girls who can party, a girl who is smart but can be dumb when drunk

he likes girls who know what they want

girls who are innocent when they first meet but super dirty minded as you grow closer

he doesn't mind if they are introverted or extroverted

girls who can get nasty when her, her friends or family get talked badly about

girls who are kind and caring >>

girls who care about animals and get excited around babies

girls who pretend to be mad at people but smiles when trying to ignore them

girls that tease him as a joke

likes girls that are loud and bubbly and struggles to be quiet (even in awkward situations)

girls that have multiple laughs

girls that get grumpy easily but can be talked out of it with smt as simple as a kiss

^^girls that get scary when they are mad

girls that like to focus on the bright side of things (even if they fail and start crying) because they tried.

Looks

brunettes with long hair, slightly wavy. if you don't have that its fine but it's his favourite on girls.

likes girls with brown/green eyes

likes girls who are shorter than him, it kind of puts him off if they are taller or same height because he likes being to one helping you get things from high up.

girls who have soft eyes but get cold when pissed off

girls of all colour, he does not care.

Like Fred, he loves thighs, it's just something about them ig

he likes tits and ass the same.

^big but not TOO big

doesn't care about the weight, because he ADORES chub, something to grab onto. but it's too a certain level because then it's just unhealthy.

^^he cares about how they take care of themselves and their hygiene

^that being said, he doesn't mind acne or stuff

wouldn't judge stretch marks, he has them too from his big growth spurts and from the muscles he got from being a beater

chubby cheeks >>>. he finds them adorable and wants to squish them

girls that have nice smiles

he likes small imperfections

girls that look like they could be a bitch but turn out to be a total sweetheart

to sum it up, he adores all women

he'd be the guy to tell you why he doesn't want to continue dating you in the nicest way he can.

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