#i just adore them so much and i wish that same feeling clicked for others too lmao. maybe enough for them to create fanworks for them

[medichamcham]

(wistful sigh) sometimes i do wish more ppl shipped orbitshipping... wah wah .

[lyneira]

♡ *doki doki* ♡

-> things that would make their heart beat a little bit faster

Seeing you smile

Itto, Diluc, Childe, Venti, Thoma

He absolutely loves seeing your face brighten up with a genuine smile. It has him subconsciously mirroring you, his face also turning aglow (even if it's in the most subtle way for someone like Diluc) And especially when you're smiling at him, that love grows tenfold and his own smile grows deeper. He can't help but be full of adoration for you upon seeing that lovely expression. More so when that beautiful smile forms into a laugh, oh his heart is soaring.

That's why he often makes it a point to make you smile whenever he sees you. Whether it's doing something kind for you, telling you a joke, or surprising you with a gift, he's going to find any possible way to make you smile. Your smile is just so precious to him as he knows how fleeting happy moments like these can be, despite how much he wishes they'd last forever.

So he will protect it with all his might, and God forbid someone ever makes that smile turn upside down.

Feeling your touch

Xiao, Tighnari, Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Gorou

Your touch soothes them, assures them, warms them. You needn't even give them a big hug. The moment they feel your skin on theirs, even if it's barely a ghost of a touch, they're folding. After all, I honestly don't these guys would be used to skinship even though it's what they'd secretly crave for the most.

He nearly holds his breath as he feels your fingertips gently caress his skin because if he were to let go, he'd be all over you. Each time you touched him, he'd desire more of that warmth. He wanted more of you. You, who would put his mind at rest and feeling your touch reassures them of that. You make him feel safe

Staring deeply into your eyes

Alhaitham, Zhongli, Kaeya, Cyno, Kaveh

There's an unspoken trust and connection when you two gaze into each other’s eyes that there is no need for words to let them know that you love them.

Your eyes say words that your lips cannot express to its full extent, and most of all, your eyes can never lie. That's why when you look into his eyes with so much love, he knows that it's true and it makes him feel warm. He's so happy that there's no denying you love him as much as he loves you.

Hearing your voice

Ayato, Heizou, Kazuha, Albedo, Baizhu

I feel like these people wouldn't like hearing a lot of noise, but on the contrary, I would think that they didn't mind listening to you.

Your voice is such a distinguishable part of you which makes it his favorite. There's no one else who has that same exact tone of voice, the same exact intonation you use, the same laugh that you have, and all of the other sounds you'd make. They love it so much because it could only belong to you. And when his name would come out of your mouth so sweetly? He'd swoon a bit each time.

Any sound from you meant it was a sound from his favorite person in all of Teyvat. So if he wasn't looking and didn't know you were coming to see him, the moment you call out his name, he'd immediately know it was you and he'd smile. His beloved was here.

a/n: this prompt is heavily inspired by one of the click and drag games I made a while ago on @deescade (hehe, shameless plug per usual). I haven't created a genshin one yet, but I currently have a twisted wonderland one and obey me one if y'all are interested!

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[yinyangyandere]

ll Yandere Anxiety HCs 🧡

[SPOILERS FOR INSIDE OUT 2]

Synopsis; A long list of headcanons on how I think Anxiety would be like as a yandere, as well as somewhat of a fanfic

ll Caution: General Yandere Mindset, Mental Manipulation, Betrayal, Obsessive/Possessive Behaviors, Bad Ending, Possible OOC Writing

A.N.; Not me literally writing a 9-page Google HC Doc yandere scenario for an emotion jfnjrndjnredj3j3er But seriously, I love Anxiety so much. I felt like she had a good deal of nuance to her character, in-between her wanting to help Riley for the future with good intentions in mind, but executing it poorly. Should go without saying she’s probably my fave in the franchise, and one of my fave Disney characters now.

At the same time, I noticed a lot of her behavior could potentially be ripe for a depiction where she wanted to protect Riley SO much that she’d do anything for her. Eventually, that led to me making this; it should be noted that you are not Riley in this though. It’s intended to be a what-if situation, if OG Anxiety displayed yandere-typical behavior and was inside your head instead. Hope that makes sense.

Anyways, make sure to acknowledge the warnings before reading further! If any of the above topics make you feel even a bit uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to look out for yourself and click off. Your mental health is important!

If anyone needs anything additional tagged, I’ll do so and edit the post with the added warning. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

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First things first, I’m so sorry for you; imagine having a yandere that exists solely in your head, and no matter how hard you try to get rid of them, they’ll always be there. They exist as essentially a part of you, and removal of such things is far from easy. Especially so if that yandere in question is a personification of an emotion, which leads me to your lovesick “headmate” today: Anxiety.

🧡 ll Start:

She first showed up when you first began your puberty, similarly to Riley’s Anxiety from the movie. Like the others, she adores you and only wishes for the best when it comes to you. But all the while, the love Anxiety felt for you was growing more and more with each passing day, much more exponentially than what the other emotions in HQ felt.

Unconsciously, she slips her way into becoming the lead emotion, making you become an overall cautious individual as a whole. The others mostly disapproved of this, but they still went along with what Anxiety had in store for you since she could be pretty good at persuading everyone else into what she wanted.

Anxiety would, of course, step back so the rest can help you when needed, but as time went on, the other emotions needed to be more insistent on getting Anxiety to back down from the Control Panel. It had gotten to the point where Anxiety was basically piloting you for nearly the entire day without any of their input!

However, an awful pit in her stomach grew as well. Anxiety couldn’t help but squeeze her criss-crossed arms together as she observed your Joy manipulate the panel. ‘You were doing just fine with me in control!’ Anxiety couldn’t help but think to herself. ‘There’s no reason why I needed to step down!’

This feeling, this thought, persisted through multiple days and weeks. All the while, scenarios of you having a bad future because one of them made a mistake replayed on loop inside the girl’s head. She could’ve stepped in and stopped them, making sure you were safe, but she didn’t! She wouldn’t ever be able to forgive herself if she couldn’t protect you!

Anxiety, while she disliked these feelings, grew into someone who didn’t talk much to the others. She became antisocial, only focusing on tending to you and ensuring both your safety and happiness.

Sleepless nights and jealousy-filled days passed, and her obsession towards you never waned in the slightest. It grew, larger and more present, until it encompassed her entire life in her eyes. Anxiety lay awake one night, eyes wide open and staring up at the ceiling. Her mind just wouldn’t stop racing, thinking of you and how she could help you so much more if she was more in-control of things around here.

…Wait. Maybe…if she was more in-control…the sole emotion to take care of the Control Panel…

That idea persisted inside her head for days on end. She didn’t talk to the others during this time, refusing to answer their questions on why she was acting so weird and off recently. They wouldn’t understand. They’re your emotions, yeah, but Anxiety was your main one! She was the one who made sure you’d be protected in any situation!

Finally, it all came to a head when your Joy pointed out how obsessive Anxiety has been over you. The others agreed with Joy, and seeing everyone else loom over her with those questioning looks of theirs made Anxiety feel trapped. In an uncharacteristic act of rage from her, Anxiety shouted back at them, yelling that they would never be able to understand how she’d feel and that she was the only person there who truly cares for you. She stormed off before anyone else could retort back.

When she came back, in the middle of the night, she wasn’t alone. Alongside her was the Mind Police; she was able to convince them that the emotions there were actually rogue secrets and that the real ones are missing. Anxiety watched silently, fidgeting, unable to stop the slight guilt in her heart as she watched her former friends be pulled away and be stuck inside the Vault. ‘It’s for you,’ Anxiety reassured herself, talking about…well, about you. ‘Everything I’m doing is for you.’

It was weird at first, adjusting to being the only emotion left inside H Q, but she got the hang of it pretty quickly. Since, as the days ticked onwards, Anxiety swooned over you, sometimes talking to you as if you’d be able to respond back to her. Finally, she had you all to herself, and she’ll guarantee that she’d be able to keep you from harm’s reach while being able to bask in all of you.

🧡 ll Further Descent:

Boy, if you thought Anxiety had gone off the deep-end before, she certainly has now. Her days and nights are completely consumed by you. HQ is absolutely covered in drawings and little origami depictions of both you and her (and, while she’d often blush while doing it, she also enjoyed treating them like dolls and making them give little kisses to one another). Interspruced with all of that is her written ramblings, and it felt like that the further you went down in her notes, the more fanatical it became. 

Sometimes, she’d have small sparks of self-awareness. Anxiety will clean up HQ and tidy it, all while reminiscing on her love for you. These small moments of clarity will give her twinges of regret and doubt, but she’d push them all in the back of her mind in the end. After all, it’s for the greater good. She’d assure herself that she really was the only person who could truly be able to acknowledge everything about you until that assurance soon became a truth in her eyes. A stone-cold, unrelenting truth.

Meanwhile, you’d become much more nervous, “unstable” in some cases. Nowadays, you feel too apprehensive about going outside, quitting your in-person job in favor of an online or at-home one. Groceries are delivered to your door-step, and appointments you need to go to, like for a check-up or surgery, are done with great reluctance. After, you immediately rush back to the safety of your abode.

When it comes to social interactions, Anxiety also makes sure that, while you’d have friends, they wouldn’t get too close to you. She can’t have them hurting you, physically or emotionally! Though, deep down inside of her, Anxiety does feel a hint of possessiveness towards you, but it mostly comes out as her afraid for your well-being.

Crushes definitely are a no-go. Any attempts on trying to get closer to a love interest you may have is completely out of the question in the eyes of Anxiety. She’ll break the button that makes you feel socially-awkward if she has to.

Anxiety notices soon enough that your feelings of loneliness are increasing rapidly, and attempting to brainstorm an idea where both of you could be happy, a lightbulb goes off in her head.

She goes down to the studio where they produce your dreams, and through some sly convincing and surprising ability to help sway others to what she wants, Anxiety is able to control your dreams with full access. Now, she hopes that her plan will work. 

🧡 ll Meeting You in Person:

Well, in-person is in very large quotation marks, but it’s the closest thing she can get to doing such a thing. 

After making sure everything was in working order and looked good, Anxiety waited for night to come and for when it was finally time to reveal herself to you. The studio, while it mostly worked with actors, also had the option of summoning your consciousness in a tangible form; how else did you think those falling dreams would cause you to wake up violently right as you hit the ground? Though, Anxiety was using it for a much, much different purpose now.

She sweated bullets while she waited, stimming in both excitement and worry on how you’d react to her. Anxiety suddenly stood still when your eyes finally shut, signifying that it was time to enact her plan.

Pressing various buttons and switches, she grinned as the thing shuttered and spat out smoke before shooting a project of light from the machine’s camera. It morphed, taking form, until you were finally there right in front of Anxiety. You blinked, confused, before turning to the delighted squeak you heard. 

You nearly barrelled over as you felt a sudden force of weight being flung right around your torso, and as you looked down through the wild forest of orange hair that somewhat covered your vision, you saw Anxiety tightly wrapped around you in a hug. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and her smile beamed wider as she snuggled into you just a bit more.

“I…I finally get to see you,” you heard her mumble. “I never thought I would, but…here you are! With me!”

You gave her a confused expression, unsure of how to react. “I’m sorry, but, uh, do I know you?”

Anxiety’s eyes snapped open, tears wiped away in a flash, as she glanced up at you and immediately backed off. “O-oh, oh my gosh! I’m so, so sorry; that was so dumb of me, ugh!” She muttered the last part under her breath.

What follows is what you’d expect: she explains to you that she’s your personification of Anxiety, but makes sure to add that she only steps in to prevent you from making possible bad decisions. At least, that’s partially true. Then, she gives you a small tour of the place, deciding to give you a tour of HQ another day (when she doesn’t have your face plastered all over the walls…). After, she insists to you that she’d do anything for you. Figuring that this was all a dream, you simply ask her for some levity from your struggles in reality. In short, you two have fun.

Anxiety is extremely reluctant to allow you to go, but she figures that it would be too suspicious and off-putting if she begged you to stay. When you awake, you just figure that it was some sort of strange lucid dream before going about your day.

So, it surprises you when you see Anxiety again the next night…and the next…and the next…and the next. Around the third time, you realize this is abnormal and start feeling uncomfortable around Anxiety. She notices, and asks you about it. You just wave it off, saying you’re a bit nervous for work tomorrow. Anxiety’s very doubtful, but she goes with it.

However, when she shows up again on the fourth night, you’ve had enough. You’re creeped out with her, and explain to a now very concerned Anxiety that she can’t be real. “I am!” She retorts back. “But-but that isn’t a bad thing! That just means you can talk to me if you have anything troubling you! Please, don’t run! I’m not going to hurt you!”

Even though you did, in fact, run away from her that night, she just showed right back up again the next. What then happened was a repetitive cycle of you running away from Anxiety as she tries to explain her side of the story, waking up, and then going right back to Stage 1. You ask your doctors for a higher dosage of anxiety medication in hopes it would quell what you perceived as delusions. But no matter what you tried, no matter what medicine you took, Anxiety will always be the first thing you “wake” up to.

It had maybe been almost two weeks when you finally relented. Anxiety, however, seemed a bit snarky. “So, have you finally run all out-of-steam? Can I finally get to tell you what’s going on?!”

It took you a few seconds to reply. “...Yeah. Go ahead.”

She let out a sigh of relief, before she explained more on why she’s being so persistent with you. She figured that, since your life wasn’t the best at the moment, Anxiety would help give you some escapism during the night as a relief. While you still felt a bit off-put by one of your emotions continuously showing up in your dreams, and of all of them it’s the Anxiety one, her reasoning did give you some respite. She made sure she didn’t slip that she just really wanted to spend time with you too, though.

It took you a little while to warm up to both the idea and her again, but after some time, you started to enjoy your little adventures with Anxiety. She was funny, sweet, kind, and had all the same interests as you did. She became your best friend, but in Anxiety’s eyes, you two were already in a relationship.

Every time you awoke, she did a little happy dance at the progress being made. Heck, she even had a checklist full of things to make certain you’d fall for her in return. Anxiety was not going to allow herself to destroy your bond together with her. At this point, her whole life really is about you. She loves you so, so much and every day she gets more exhilarated at getting closer to the stage where she’d ask you the question.

Months pass on, and it’s now around the end of the year. She decided to give you a little celebration, convincing the workers below to set off fireworks outside. HQ was decked out in festive decorations, illuminated by the glow of the bright flashes of light outside. When Anxiety sees your gorgeous face lit up by the colors set off from the other side of the window, her heart thumps louder in her chest, almost to an audible level. Her breath is caught in her mouth, but shaking off the stunned reaction she has towards you, Anxiety figures now would be a good time as ever to ask you: do you love her as much as she loves you?

✨🧡 ll Yes:

“Well…ah, it’s a bit weird to be dating one of my emotions…”

Anxiety’s wide-eyed face immediately turns down on itself, pupils shrinking and a frown making itself very well-known on her face. No, no! You can’t-!

“...Ah, why not? Sure!”

I hope you’re stanced up because if not, you will be thrown to the ground in another one of Anxiety’s tight hugs. She keeps on letting out happy squeals, unable to contain her absolute joy at your response. You laugh at how cute she was, returning her hug. She smiles even wider at that.

“I love you, I love you, I love youIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU!” Anxiety repeated, her tongue twisting near the end making her almost unable to be understood until her final declaration of love. You giggle, and at this her green eyes open up and twinkle at you, a smile spread wider across her face than ever before.

“I love you too.”

While Anxiety never truly does let go of her obsessive tendencies towards you, they do somewhat lax now that she knows you love her back. Her mind sometimes wanders to the other emotions locked up in the Vault, and now on her off-days, she actually goes and visits them, talking to them through the cell. Of course, they’re pissed off at her, but she just can’t stop gushing about you and how much you love her back. Anxiety is too lovestruck to notice the gagging coming from Ennui, Anger, and Disgust inside whenever she goes on another long spiel about how your kisses feel or the flower you gave to her the other day.

Speaking of gifts, while she loves to talk to you about your interests and hyperfixations, Anxiety’s personal go-to love language will always be presents. Whatever you want, she’ll make it happen in the dream.

If you had a bad day too, Anxiety will do double-duty to make sure you wake up feeling ten times better than what you felt like going to bed!

As you grow older, Anxiety reflects back on how when you pass away, so will all of them. But while she still frets over it, there’s also the reassuring thought that she may be a human in the next life alongside you. So, instead of being inside your head, Anxiety will get to live out in the real-world right beside you. But as long as she’s with you, any future is great to her.

Overall, Anxiety feels like a weight that’s been on her since her very inception has finally been lifted. She’s much more relaxed and allows you to go out more as long as you don’t cheat on her. Thankfully, you never do, and she couldn’t be more than grateful.

Life was finally good for her, and she couldn’t be any happier.

💔 ll No:

You smiled awkwardly down at her, the tension in the room suddenly becoming more palpable to you. “I-uh, what?”

Anxiety’s grin falters. “Do you love me?” She repeats.

Your smile becomes a frown, and so does her’s. “I’m…I’m going to be honest with you, Anxiety. I love being your friend. But if you’re asking if we should date, I just can’t accept.”

Immediately, Anxiety shouts out. “WHY NOT?!” Panic is written all over her face, chest heaving in a faulty attempt to calm herself down. 

You flinch back from her, suddenly unsure of what to do. “It’s just-I-I don’t know!” You replied back. “You’re literally an emotion! Something my mind made up! You’re not real!”

Those last words hurt her worse than any knife ever could. “You-you don’t mean that! I know you don’t! We’re supposed to be happy together! I did everything for you! So please just love me! LOVE ME!”

You took a few steps back, unknowingly bumping into an ajar closet. When you turn around, you gape in abject horror.

Thousands of drawings and art crafts of you, reciprocating Anxiety’s adoration, filled your sight. You turned down to a sheet of paper that innocently slid to your feet.

‘I got rid of the others. I hated to, but they’d never be able to understand how I felt towards them. They were in the way. But now, we can be together forever! I can’t wait!’

Oh toaster strudels.

You whip back around to face Anxiety, fear evident on your face. She looked just as stunned as you, her green eyes prickling with tears as she shook her head. “I-I promise,” she tried to explain. “I didn’t think it would ever go this far. But I need you to love me back. I NEED YOU!”

Fast on your feet, you’re barely able to dodge Anxiety’s attempt at grabbing you, and without thinking, you go towards the window. You need to get out of this dream, A.S.A.P.

“NO! DON’T-” Too late.

As you fell, wind sweeping through your hair, you turned to gaze up at the window. The last you saw before you jolted awake was the speck of orange looking out the broken window, crying her eyes out and sobbing to herself.

Afterwards, you refused to fall asleep. You chugged energy drinks, made sure to take your anxiety medication every day, watched horror movies so you felt too scared, turned up your home’s lights, anything to make sure you wouldn’t go to sleep and see Anxiety again.

But in turn, you felt your own anxiety levels rising. You felt an irrational, unstoppable fear of attending to your job, jumped at every little creak in the house, the unexplainable drowsiness present in your fits of worry, you all knew it was the work of Anxiety to get you to go back to sleep and see her again.

Of course, you couldn’t stay awake forever. It happened one day when you did your best to explain to your boss why you haven’t been going to work. Your voice was slurred, giving away your sleepiness, and your boss on the other end worryingly called out to you as both your phone and your body landed on the cold floor.

🧡💔 ll Nice to See You Again:

You woke up on top of a comfortable bed, and while you were coming to, you noticed the rope wrapped tightly around you. A bandana had been wrapped around your mouth as well to make sure you didn’t make a peep.

At the foot of the bed, was Anxiety. She looked much more worn-out, eyebags present and hair an absolute mess. She was fiddling around with a clipboard at first, but as her eyes glanced at you for a moment, she realized you finally came to.

“Oh! Hey, didn’t notice you were awake there!” She ignored the cries of protests coming from you. She laughed, her loss of sanity being noted in her giggles. “I guess you always were a heavy sleeper!” You didn’t laugh back.

She got closer to you, any talk you had with her about personal space thrown out the (now repaired) window. Her eyes were bloodshot, like she hadn’t slept either. “I mean, it makes sense. You were awake for a really long time out there. In fact, you didn’t sleep for four whole days! Can I ask why that is?”

You glared at her. She huffed. “Ooooh, I think I know what it is,” she muttered. “I bet you didn’t want to get nightmares. Well, it’s okay now! Your girlfriend here, Anxiety, will make sure you have only good dreams from now on!” She puffed out her chest. You didn’t know if she was mocking you or genuinely deluded into thinking that was the truth.

You uncomfortably shifted as she crawled to the other side of you, wrapping her arms around your bound form despite your discomfort. “I’ve been so, so alone these past few days. I missed you, I missed you so bad. But now, you’re back! With me! I can’t wait for what adventures you have planned for the both of us.” That final note in her voice, that seemed to almost hiss out, gave you a sense of fear. You were too scared to fight back or even move, just allowing Anxiety to make up four day’s worth of no hugs.

“I promise that I’ll be the best girlfriend you could ever ask for. No other person knows you like I do. Nobody.”

Should I even have to explain to you that your two’s relationship is toxic now? Because it is. Like, hazardous waste-type of toxic.

In her deluded mind, Anxiety fully believes that you just ran through that window because you were scared of the commitment, and that you just responded no to her love request because of the same reason. In time, she thinks she’ll be able to win you over, and considering how you can’t really get rid of her, you’re unfortunately stuck with her.

When you eventually did wake up, you found yourself in a hospital room, alone. At least, physically. You couldn’t help the onslaught of hopeless tears that trickled down your face.

In the background, Anxiety was fiddling with your feelings, not thinking about your own desires on the matter. She smiled, chuckling, when she found what she was looking for, hidden deep within the recesses of your hypothalamus: the control center that managed who you found romantically appealing.

She was smart about it, though. Despite wanting to just crank it all the way up, she gradually made it so you found her more alluring without you even noticing the changes.

You were immensely terrified of her at first, discouraging her, but as she set your romantic feelings towards her higher slowly, Anxiety noticed the change you had in your demeanor.

Eventually, she was comfortable in allowing you to finally be untied (she had undone the makeshift gag a little bit ago), and while she was a bit disappointed at still seeing you be uncomfortable around her and shying away, that just made Anxiety more determined to get you to fall in love with her.

Was doing all of this morally wrong and cementing her fully into the deep-end? Yes.

But did she truly care about that currently? No.

She can think about the moral dilemma years down the line when you two are fully reciprocating love towards one another.

Anxiety accidentally let out an excited snort at you finally hugging her once again. She clasped her hands over her mouth, blushing right after. You found it to be…weirdly cute.

Eventually, your romantic feelings were almost at 100%. As time passed on, your life became better as you started to reflect that same strange comforting feeling Anxiety felt towards you. 

You felt inclined to question why you were getting these emotions for your mental stalker, but any attempt to further examine this is usually quashed thanks to Anxiety’s interference. Soon, you don’t even get these questions anymore. They just feel like they come naturally to you.

Those same reactions Anxiety had towards you were now being felt by you, except obviously with her. Shy gazes at her cute orange hair before looking away when she goes to return your look, fully enraptured in her kind voice and nodding along to whatever she said, blushing whenever you were complimented by her, the list goes on.

The fact that she did awful things almost seems to become a distant memory to you, until much later on, it becomes completely forgotten in your eyes.

Eventually, it came to a head. One night, when the two of you were alone, you tapped her on the shoulder. You smiled at her, blush clearly evident on your face as you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck.

“H-hey, uh, Anxiety? Can I ask you something kinda’...important? Promise not to freak out or anything, okay?”

Anxiety nodded violently. “Yeah!! Yeah, tell me anything!” She leaned in closer, eyes trained fully on you. Her hands were rolled up into fists, vibrating slightly in barely-disguised eagerness. After a bit of stammering, you finally were able to lock eyes with each other.

“Do you, um…want to go out with me-?”

“YES!! YES!!!” Anxiety jumped to respond, flapping her hands happily as she raced around the room. You laughed, before abruptly getting stopped by the kiss that Anxiety had placed on your lips. Both of you looked stunned for only a brief moment, before you happily returned it.

If emotions had brains, Anxiety was sure it short-circuited at that moment.

Finally relinquishing, you stepped back, only to lunge forward when you caught her about to fall right on her back.

“Woah, Anxiety, are you okay?” You chuckled. Anxiety looked up at you with a tired, but completely and utterly smitten look on her face.

“Never been better.”

Things were definitely better now. Much like if you said yes to her original proposal, she gives you more freedom in exchange for always being beside her when you’re dreaming. You happily accept, none the wiser of the manipulation Anxiety pulled to get to this moment.

She sometimes reflects on her actions, knowing full-well what she did was completely, morally-reprehensible. But at a certain point, Anxiety just sighs and puts it into the very back of her brain.

Yes, what she did was absolutely wrong. But, when she looks at you, finally head-over-heels for her as much as she is with you, Anxiety really can’t help but smile.

“I really am sorry, guys, but it was all worth it in the end.”

[spacebaby1]

An Angel (Human!Sukuna × Reader)

WARNING: Mention of Abusive Ex (sorry if you've been through it, you are loved xoxo) Enjoy!

Sukuna sat on the bed reading a random book while you were cuddled beside him, not asleep just laying down besdie him since it wasn't that late.

You were hugging your stuffed toy, Sukuna chuckled at the sight making you open your eyes to look at him now, "hum?" You hummed in question and he just gently ruffled your hair shaking his head you smiled with nod and closed your eyes once again; he loved how you two understood each other even without speaking a word and he adored you. however, he often would ask himself the same question; "You're such an Angel, how could you be with a devil like me?" He asked.

"Can I tell you a story?" You replied softly, still eyes closed, and he hummed, hands still on your head. "They said there was this girl. She never once said a word to trigger a person into thinking that she needed help, even when she was surrounded by people that kept hurting her. Not her friends, she had few of them but they liked her a lot. The people that tend to hurt her were very close to her; her mother was an absolute nightmare, that little girl was put through so much and once she met a guy she liked dearly turned out to be even worse; though he only called her names; stupid, idiot, useless and annoying. And so on, though, at first, it was only names; this guy was a two faced; acted like an angel in public but devil to this girl. It wasn't until he raised his hands on her but in places that it wasn't easy to notice and easily covered by long clothes. She told no one, and one day, she met someone else that she took off with and never looked back; she often thought that maybe she was a bad person for just leaving and saying nothing. Do you think that what she did was what an angel would do?"

It clicked to him, he placed the book aside and got closer to your face, 'All I need is names, I will break every bone in his body if I have to.' Sukuna asked in such a gentle manner that it would've terrifie others but you smiled sitting on the bed and hugging him. You took a long breath, "Everyone who knew him told me that I should be ashamed of leaving him for you and that I'll be left alone by you. The truth is I was always scared and alone around him but with you, I feel complete, I woke up knowing you're here and it gets me excited to wake up everyday. You are not a devil, Sukuna. You saved me in ways I can't explain, I was lost for so long and I started to accept being hurt but you saved me. A devil wouldn't make sure I slept well or had my lunch or even tie my shoelaces. The devil won't treat me like a gentle being. Thank you for being nice to me and thank you for loving me, Sukuna; I love you."

"I will love you always till the day I am gone, you are my everything. Thank you for loving me, I never thought someone so sweet as you would even look at my way." Sukuna held you close resting one of his hands on the back of your head, "I will burn the whole world for you, breaking that assholes bones would be nothing, wait till I get my hands on his fucki-"

You chuckled, snuggling more into his embrace, "being here with you is enough for me, 'kuna, please stay with me forever."

"As you wish, my princess." He kissed your head again and again. Sukuna smiled, hugging you closer only for his smile to drop in anger; already planning on what to do to your ex.

[ynsvnte]

Everyone adores you (at least I do) — Park Jongseong

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst, wc: 868 warnings: swearing, pet names, kissing, arguing, pairing: bff!Jay x fem!reader

Synopsis: Your were always well liked growing up even by Jay. Having a huge crush on you and trying to show signals. until that’s when he had enough.

Sing along at Lispenard St. (Series Masterlist)

Jay smiled hearing your giggles. Oh how downright bad this boy was for you. Little backstory, You and Jay grow up being neighbors and your parents thought about inviting their new neighbors over to welcome them. When you both first met, you both clicked instantly. Having a friend around during the weekends was great. As you and Jay were insuperable, growing up everyone knew how much Jay liked you. Everyone expect, you. You did like Jay at one point but just gave up as one of your friends also liked him too and you thought she deserved him more (she got rejected) Now in university you both are going to the same university. Still insuperable.

“Hey Jay look..” you show Jay your phone, a video of a puppy that you thought was adorable. Jay gets closer and watches the video. Laughing at the cute puppy. “Hmm, very cute..” He said. You turn off your phone and sit up. “So are you doing anything..this weekend..?” You asked Jay, curious what he's been up to. “Nothing really, just might just stay indoors all day maybe..” your mouth widens. “Staying indoors..? Jay you got to be kidding me. You should go out with your friends and find yourself a girlfriend..” your words seemed pathetic to him. Girlfriend? Who is he to find one when he has you..that’s if the feeling is mutual of course. “Yn look I’m not looking for someone right now..” all lies he wants you. “Whatever” you roll your eyes at him. Jay could only hope that one day you could realize his feelings for you..

2 days later..

You and Jay are now in his dorm room. Working on assignments that are due tomorrow. “Some professors should fucking rot in hell.” You muttered, making Jay laugh. “Yeah..but watch that pretty mouth of yours..” he warns. He glances over to you. Noticing you didn’t react to his words. He only signs before going back to work. Trying to ignore the feeling of annoyance.

1 week later

Jay visits you unexpectedly.

“Hey..” he said awkwardly. You wave at him allowing him inside. “So what brings you here?” You asked him. “Nothing just bored sweetheart.” Sweetheart..this made you blush a bit but you ignore the feeling. Jay settles down onto your sofa getting comfortable.

“Hey now you’re the guest..” you say giving him a glare.. “yeah but this is like my second home.” You shake your head in disappointment before sitting down next to Jay. Turning on the tv.

“You know I had one girl ask me if we’re dating..” you spoke up. It wasn’t new for others to think you both were dating. Everyone was convinced you were together. Just by the way you both interact with each other. “Oh..” Jay said.. He wishes it was real..

“It would be weird if we dated..” okay ouch..Jay wished deeply how you see his feelings and his thoughts about you. To him you were the most perfect person in the world. Jay goes silent. Making you worried.

“You alright..?” You asked him.. jay nodded a bit before speaking up.

“Are you sure it would be weird if we dated..” Jay's tone was stern, making you shiver a bit. “Y-yeah..”

“And how would it be weird?” He asked, that question caught you off guard. “Well to be truthfully honest. I don’t know.. I mean you don’t like me-“

“Says who..?” Huh..? What does he mean by that.. “what..?” Okay now you’re very confused. “How do you know I don’t like you..” Well you don’t have any good reason at all you just assume because you thought Jay would never like you. Especially considering a lot of girls like him. “W-well i-i don’t know..” Jay only sighs in frustration.

“Yn..this is all bullshit..Yn I want to say this..I like you. More than a friend..I keep giving you hints hoping you would notice one day. But no you never do. I liked you for years. And yet you want to say it would be weird? Yn we’ve known each other for so long..” what.. his words shocked you. You face him with your eyes wides

“Huh-..” you’re only shocked. Not knowing your crush likes you back. Yeah after all you couldn’t move on. “You like me..?” You asked him. “Yes..” Jay says, looking straight at you. You only looked down at your lap. Before you feel a hand touch your face, grazing your cheek. You move your head slightly before seeing Jay's face close to yours. You and Jay both make eye contact. Not breaking it.

“C-can I..?” Jay asked. You only nodded your head. You feel his lips meet yours. His lips felt so nice. You move your arms and wrap it around his neck. And you feel him move, making you sit on his lap. You feel him wrap his arms around your waist. Pulling you closer. You both kiss for a few more minutes before pulling away. Both gasping for air. Jay pulls you into a hug..

“I love you…” he says softly into your ear.. you sink into his hug and kiss his cheek

“I love you too..” ahh young love.

Author’s note: went overboard with Jay sorry but 800+ without me not losing motivation something is wrong.. 🦧 or it’s bc my drafts is filled and it’s annoying me so much

© ynsvnte copyright 2024

[eriscary]

Hewo!! I rlly love your sans, Tear!! He's such a creative and inspirational character! Just curious, what were some of your inspirations, when designing him?

-vibrates in excitement- I will use this chance to yap A LOT about Tear's overall creation, story and visuals. I'm sorry for this essay…

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I returned to the Undertale fandom super recently. It’s 8-9 years after the game was released I think. I started to joke with a friend how I will make an OC only now. 3 days later it was not a joke anymore and Tear came to be.

I think what influenced the story I created is the fact that I adore isekai, reincarnation and reliving same life kind of stories. I love the feeling of being able to experience what being a specific character is like, be it through my own eyes or another character's. Because a lot of people enjoy superpowers, want to feel cool, want to become important in something/story, want to see characters deal with this type of confusion etc.... Yes, I read Sans variant reincarnation/isekai stories too. I thought, who wouldn't be interested into experiencing an exciting life (minus the stress and trauma that comes with it, but that makes it a fun read).

In the moment of me joking about creating an OC, I was trying to come up with funny scenarios that would make me laugh from how absolutely ridiculous it is. It was only to have a few laughs with a friend. Revisiting the utmv fandom, it is pretty clear it's legit ruled by Sanses and barely anything else. Somehow the idea of using my favorite character, Napstablook, just clicked with my reincarnation/isekai addiction. A character that, just like all the people consuming the same content I liked, wishes to experience what they consider exciting. That is, the life all these Sanses have. They only ever saw Sanses be 'special'. I hoped it would make Tear relatable. That Tear would be a character which is entertaining to follow, because we know what the multiverse is like as viewers, but they do not. Someone who could be cheered on because of it (just like in the game wow -cough cough- sorry). And then the idea with ripping Error's plushies hit me. I was so overly entertained by it, that it was basically the point where the whole thing stopped being a joke.

After I had the basis of the story to work with, I moved to designing their look. I pulled up a picture of every. single. popular. sans. variant. that I could remember from utmv early days. I wanted Tear to be able to legit fit in so well among them, because their wish was to be like them, blend with them in such a way. To be a Sans, a cool traveler to meet many others, be loved etc etc. For this plan, the design had to have not too much detail or too little. Most utmv designs aren't that complex. Napstablook only has a few visually distinctive features, so I tried to keep them in mind. Those being their line between the eyes and the sheet waves/frills at the end of their body. So the only initial plan was... sketch a normal sans, slap the usual shorts and shirt that all these OC variants barely change and figure it out from there. A lot of mainstream characters still wore a kind of a hoodie/jacket, so a hoodie was a must for me. I added the waves at the bottom of it, to resemble Napstablook's body, and that forehead line in the form of stitches. It still didn't feel enough. I wanted it to be extremely obvious who they are visually at first glance, with 0 prior knowledge (Napstablook Sans variant). Headphones were my biggest cherry on the top, because I don't think it gets more clear than that if I shape them to look like Blooky themselves. I later on decided I want some design references to Blooky crying too. So I added a scarf, made it drop it's ends approximately in the center of the character, as well as made the edges rounded slightly. All so it would resemble -drum rolls- a tear. Very, very subtly. The tear heart in the back was also a not so subtle tribute to it too. Because Blooky is fully paper white, Tear had to be mostly in the same colors. I admit I wanted to make their purples blue instead (to match their house colors) but I'm a sucker for the purple color and there is an inside joke with another friend how everything I ever design has some sort of purple tint to it. It's something I stopped fighting long ago and just embraced it as my little art quirk. At this point I adopt it on purpose if I catch myself doing it subconsciously. So my blue became purple instead. This was all inspired by OG Blooky and no one specific directly.

Once the design was already settled, I actually did end up taking inspiration from Dust Sans. This is the only character I directly took inspo from. I loved the idea of dramatic shadows being cast by his hood and it was perfect for what I have in store. So I expanded my ref sheet with such a drawing. I wanted the usual Tear to have a completely different vibe visually from the one that could be fought. I wanted to kill some of Tear's overall softness by making their gaze feel off. Wide eyed stare, with drastic shadows and glowing eyes. Tho they cannot and do not glow for the same reasons as Classic Sans. I recently mentioned it HERE. There is another inspiration I took from Dust, not connected to the design, but as of now I cannot mention it. It will be revealed soon if all works out.

After that, I just started writing the character info on the google doc and polishing it. The story just kept coming and consuming my brain. I never planned to make a comic out of this little idea. I was only gonna post Tear’s info sheet, maybe draw Tear 2-3 more times and move on. It was an impulse decision. All because I couldn’t stop chuckling about the Error bit and the consequences of it. Now Tear became somewhat of a comfort character and gave me a hyperfixation of a truck

[lefluoritesys]

A while ago, we decided that while we can make the body look more feminine or masculine depending on our preferences, we're going to take it as a separate being, a vessel for all of us to "decorate," rather than an extention of all of us.

Storytime. /ref

We, as any system, struggled with the fact that we all want to look more like ourselves in the inner world. The body never really felt like "ours" to any of us except for 2 people I'm not going to name (since that entire discussion about "why" and "who" is personal). We tried many ways of making it feel "more like us" via clothes, hairstyles, accessories, etc, but it didn't really work. There were also no genuinely helpful resources on how to feel better in the body as a system. Seemed like everybody was having the same struggle, and nobody knew what to do about it. Unless you could cosplay, obviously.

About a year ago, though, I, host, finally decided to dye our hair red and not tell anybody about it. I thought long and hard about it years before we even knew we had DID, then one thing led to another, and our hair was, officially, red. I honestly thought that I'm gonna get scolded for it, and nobody's gonna like it the way I do. 90% of us don't even have red hair in the inner world in the first place. But let me tell you, we looked pretty. Fabulous, even. That shade of red suits the body so much. And when other alters fronted? I saw them look in the mirror, get jumpscared for a second, then look closer at it, and their eyes lit up. They told me we looked adorable, pretty, handsome, beautiful, incredible, fashionable, fabulous.

But, most importantly, nobody said it looked like them. People said it looked like us.

It only then clicked that to semi-sokve our gender dysphoria, we could try to take the body as a separate being that we all collectively "possess." We still wore the clothes we liked, we even somehow got a bra that acted almost like a binder, we still have different clothing styles, accessories, etc. But we know that when we front, our mentality for dressing the body and being in the body is not "I wish that thing looked like me in the inner world" but "I possess this thing, and it's not me, but imma make it have unique attributes that both make it look pretty and feel more like me."

We don't have to have our inner form and inner abilities irl to feel comfortable in the body. We learned to accept it for what it is rather than try to change something that doesn't even really need to be changed. We have way more unique traits that just our appearance, like our hobbies, our accents, our personalities, our interests. The body exists as it is, and it may not allow us to look like ourselves, but it allows us to be ourselves. And that's the most important thing. There will still be days when we wished we could look more like ourselves, and body dysmorphia is not going away any time soon. But we, with our limited resources, with our incapability to drastically change the body or cosplay, with our disabilities, would rather accept it, nurse it, take care of it, and tell it that it's pretty rather than hate it for what it was created. The body didn't ask to be the way it is just as much as we didn't ask to be the way we are. We gotta cut it some slack. It's already been through many horrible things. We survived with it, not in it.

Will it work for every system? No. But it works for ours. /ref /pos

-host

[robynlilyblack]

The things that I believed in you have taught me to call them all escapes - royal AU: king james potter + maid reader. Congratulations on 2k honey<33

Goodnight

king! James Potter x fem! maid! Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Even the king has a favourite time of day

Warnings: childhood sweethearts to strangers, forbidden love, mutual pinning

A/n: 0.7k words, thank you so much xxx I love this, royal au is so fun to write x

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James groaned as he placed down the quill, flexing his hand to get rid of the cramp and ache that came with hours upon hours of writing. Most would assume their king's time was spent at balls, feasting and drinking as he searched for a queen, others in a grand room holding meetings and making fancy speeches, but really his time was spent in this one room of hundreds. His ridiculously sized bedroom with adjoined study

He glances up at the clock, almost ten. His rather sullen mood picks up, he knew it was wrong of him to feel this school boy like of joy, wrong to look forward to this particular moment each day, but he simply couldn’t resist

Almost on cue the door clicks and James quickly grabs the quill again, looking down and pretending to be as busy as he should have been at this hour. Light from the hall shines in as the door edges open and then recedes again as it closes and clicks

He looks up then, greeted by who he deemed to be the sweetest and most beautiful creature in the world

“Evening, my king” you bow your head, wearing the same soft smile as always despite the clear fatigue you must be feeling from the host of other chores and duties you’ve been attending to all day

My king, usually James found pride in that, but from your lips it felt wrong, and he always found his heart aching at the reminder

“Evening” he nods, gifting you a warm smile that you still and always shy away from before you turn to perform your nighty duties

He wouldn’t do much work now, maybe the odd signature here or there but really his time until bed was now spent watching you float around his room. He was sure you’d caught him looking a few times and didn’t mind if you did, besides anytime you did you just smiled shyly then got stuck back in. 

As he watched you take the show pillows off his bed and replace them with ones for sleep his mind wandered back to when he was young

You and he shared one thing in common, you grew up in the castle, with yourself being one year his junior. In fact, you and he even played together alongside some of his other friends. That was of course before you were taught to be a lady, raised to be the one of the queen's maids in waiting like your mother was when the time came he took one, and himself to be a gentleman, raised to rule an entire kingdom 

He wondered if you remembered those years like he did, remembered sneaking out to watch the stars streak across the sky in the treehouse you secretly built together, remembered him asking you to marry him when he was older and grew taller than you, which he swore he would be and he was right

But he mostly wondered if you remembered your answer to that question too

“Your majesty?” you say, gently gaining his attention after he realises he zoned out 

“Yes?” he meets your eyes, once again finding you become bashful, and once again finding it adorable and beyond endearing

“Your bedroom is prepared. Would you like for me to call upon your servants?” you ask as you do every night, hands clasped behind you

James shakes his head “No it’s alright” he answers as he does every night, not wishing for people to come only to specifically undress him, and he knows you know this so he ponders whether you do this dance because you want to prolong the moment, just as he does by answering sweetly every time

“Do you need me to do anything else?” you inquire quietly but as James watches your face he can tell you’re desperately trying to suppress a yawn

“No no, you’ve done a grand job as always” he compliments earning a proud smile but he finds you linger, biting your lip as you wait before James realises “You’re dismissed for the night”

And with that you bow your head, walking over to the door but just before you grasp the handle he calls out

"Y/n?”

You instantly turn around “Yes?” your head tilts, eyes a little wider in your confusion

James’ mouth opens, losing himself for a moment but then he recovers and just gives you a smile “Goodnight” he tells you instead refraining from saying what he wanted

“Goodnight” you smile back, biding your head once more before exiting, leaving James to stare at the door forlornly 

The words still hang on his tongue

“Stay” 

Thank you for reading ♡ I love this x honestly would love to write something longer on it so let me know if you would be interested x

[imagionationstation]

This box is getting old, guys.

*This is a more aggressive stance on a subject. If it upsets you at any point, I recommend clicking away. Coming at me with a knife will not change my mind. Taking a breather and then offering your thoughts without challenges attached may go over better*

For those debating clicking, it’s regarding Donnie’s crush on April and how the fandom needs to start looking past the “obsessive, stalker tendencies that ruins his whole character”.

“For Donnie’s honor!” (Leon, 2018)

Ya’ll can feel your feels about Donnie, but stop repeating the same ol’ message to others. It’s corruptive and makes it hard for all levels of fans to see him as a person, rather than a misused storyline.

I can’t for the life of me understand the obsession with stamping Donnie with a his character was brutally murder by the writers and he’s a stalker and his only character feature is “I love April” stamp and closing it up.

Because that fits in the same box of Casey is just a rude idiot or April is only there to be a toxic female love interest and Mikey is nothing but the butt of every joke and amounts to nothing else or Leo is just a bossy, arrogant main character who doesn’t have a personality and especially Raphael is an abusive, angry bully and he deserves to be kicked off the show.

Yes. Someone has told me that Raphael deserves no place on the show because he’s physical and loud. What? Raph’s character feature in most iterations involves anger? How dare he be angry in 2012!

Kick him off the show. Bad writers.

But anyway-

These are newbie, close-minded remarks. And they aren’t fair to the characters. There’s so much more to these guys than the fandom pet peeves and the personality that sticks on the surface.

Yes, Donnie has an intense crush, but she’s the first human girl that he’s ever met. The first anyone outside his family that he’s ever seen! The only human girl who might ever accept him as a person or boyfriend. And she’s purrty.

How can everyone in this fandom look me in the eyes and say they’ve never done anything dumb for a person they admire/are crushing on? Or that no one else in their lives have?

Yes, he tries way to hard and it is often cringe, but that doesn’t sum up the entirety of his personality!

This box that the fandom stick characters in is honestly toxic! If the fans would focus less on the crush and more on the desperate boy who just wants to be noticed and appreciated, maybe this box could finally be broken.

Did you guys miss all the moments Casey proved himself to be intelligent and caring? Or April’s entire character growth as she learns to accept that her life is never going to be as normal as she wants it to be so she might as well embrace herself and the crazy?

How did you overlook all of Mikey’s moments of being in the limelight and showing his own brand of IQ and battle skill? How about Leo’s entire character struggle through the series as he grows to understand how to lead, working up from eldest to leader to sensei as he battles the weight of the world on his shoulders?

Why are EARTH are we ignoring every single time Raph risks his life for his brothers, or comforts them in their times of need, or refuses to join his pet and “best friend” because his brothers come first and no turtle left behind and THIS BOY LOVES HIS FAMILY MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF, DANGGIT.

Donnie is more than his crush. They are all more than the labels that we are helping the writers stick on them. Every. Single. Time. We ‘wish their characters had more to them’ because they were ‘misused’. The only reason that I stuck with this show past season 2 is because of Donnie. The only reason that I love this show as much as I do is because I adore this idiot nerd who is loyal to a fault and works so hard in return for so little and just wants to make the world a better place with his family.

I can make plenty of analyses on all the moments from every episode for all the main crew. Every choice that the fandom deems ‘wrong’ can have a purpose or meaning. Donnie’s crush isn’t black-and-white or dumb and I will not hear anything otherwise.

It’s cringe, obviously, and endlessly exasperating- but there’s reason for everything if you look past the box.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. Go change lives.

Or yell at me. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

[sophieinwonderland]

Wait... was the author of the "Sophie is dangerous" doc Problemaddtic this whole time? The user who flooded the endo safe tags with sexual content and trolling, bragged about not being traumatized in a way that was offensive to traumagenic allies, generally made an utter ass of themselves, and made other pro-endos feel unsafe in their safe spaces?

Can I tell you something?

I am rather attached to my image in anti-endo circles as an evil villain. I hate being put in any situation where I need to do something publicly that would make anti-endos see me in a remotely positive light.

So I tried to resolve that issue in DMs because I really, REALLY did not want to have to make a public post on it. It would have been so nice if they could have just gone away peacefully into the night with nobody knowing anything about my involvement.

After this, I realized I had to address it publicly, and may have referred to them as a "lone, friendless system" at one point, and compared them to a toddler, which honestly still seems accurate.

Before this interaction, earlier that same month, they had sent an ask to my blog and seemed friendly in it, so they didn't seem to dislike me before that point.

Naturally, afterwards, they didn't seem to like me much. They actually made numerous posts about me following that because they were so pissy about over being called out. I wish the links to those posts about me still existed, but alas, the blog was deleted.

Not long after that, they seemingly disappeared with no trace.

I have spent so long trying to figure out why the author of the "Sophie is dangerous" doc has held such a seemingly-personal vendetta against me for all this time.

And now... now I think I finally get it! And gods, is it hilarious!

🤣

I never imagined that my posts calling out their widdle baby temper tantrum would escalate into making a life-long enemy bent on my destruction. (Albeit, one who is really incompetent at bringing it about.)

Knowing that they were problemaddtic this whole time... gods! This is just amazing!

It's the final piece of the puzzle that makes everything click into place!

For so long, I've wondered what I did to make this random person I couldn't remember ever interacting with develop such an intense obsessive hatred of me! And now I at last have my answer! And it's better than anything I could have imagined!

And I mean, I get it. If somebody I previously liked and respected called me a friendless loser baby throwing a temper tantrum, I might hold a grudge too.

But with this context, it's adorable watching them act like this vendetta is anything more than them acting out because I was mean to them.

The author will of course claim that they're acting purely for noble reasons. It's because they learned the error of their ways and don't want me hurting people the way they did. It totally has nothing to do with the fact that I publicly mocked them when they were hurting the pro-endo community at all.

But come on... 🙄

[jinjinranran]

Mari x Saeyoung ❤️

So in this case it's CANON that Saeyoung is a bi/pan king ✌️ both fit him so I did 2 versions since I'm indecisive, tho I usually call him bi bcs it can be used as an umbrella term and bcs I hc Saeran as bi as well 🌸

Additional pieces:

I couldn't get that "someone you know is Italian... maybe even someone you love" meme out of my head and since Mari is half Italian, it fits okay 😂😭

Other characters: 💛 💜 🧡 💗 ❤️ 💚 💙 🤍 🤎

Mari's story under the cut ✨️

❤️ Mari Oh ♡ she/her ♡ 21 yo ♡ demisexual

Mari didn't have a label for her for a long time. She didn't honestly think much of it - until a friend of hers brought up a topic about different sexualities, and when she learned about demisexuality, she went oh, that kinda fits and explains a lot 😮

She had lots of celebrity and fictional crushes and can get quite... imaginative, but the thought of being intimate with a real and attainable person without being super close? Far from appealing. The whole concept of dating before getting to really know each other, blind dates, people meeting to just "hook up" or pursuing someone only because you want to sleep with them? Separating friendship and relationship and even treating the former as something less? It all put her off and confused her. Do really most people operate that way? For her, the perfect idea of a relationship is friends-to lovers trope and that's what she wished for in her own life.

She considered being demiromantic as well, but she had romantic feelings for people she wasn't close with (very few, but still); they did go away fairly quickly tho, as opposed to crushes formed after friendship.

Regarding her potential partner's gender, she has slight preference for masculinity but honestly, doesn't care much. She doesn't label her preference nor romantic attraction.

She doesn't really talk about her sexuality much unless it's with someone really close and it's revelant to the conversation.

You can bet tho that this living meme made a big deal to "come out" as Italian at some point 💀

With Saeyoung, they clicked instantly, both sharing the same sense of humor and chaotic energy (to other members of the rfa and Saeran's displeasure sometimes 😂). But it wasn't just those funny moments that made her really connect with him. She adored the dorky Seven, and she loved the hurt, broken Saeyoung. She knew she met her soulmate, her best friend with whom she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

[demonic0angel]

The CN novels that inspired Ghost Games

All of these story recommendations have mlm or gay romances!! I wish I could offer other kinds of romance/horror CN novels but none of them inspire me much. Click on the names for the links!

Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin: (recommended) A man dies and a system gets attached to him, before he goes into multiple worlds and saves the people he transmigrates into

(A brilliant webnovel that I absolutely adore because it manages to circumvent every bad stereotype of QT novels but the translations are slow. Ghost Games is specifically inspired by its 5th arc) [UNCOMPLETED]

Supernatural Movie Actor App: (recommended) A man finds an app where he has to "act" in horror movies to earn points for his wish to make his lover a body

(An amazing webnovel that is filled with fun, action, and suspense; the main characters are brilliant and I loved how each arc keeps you excited) [COMPLETED]

Card Room: A policeman and a forensic scientist accidentally fall into a game where they have to go through different trials in order to survive

(A fun and mysterious novel, tho it's very long (around 500 chapters) and I stopped halfway through) [COMPLETED]

Edit: I finished it! I recommend it only if you have the time to read it through, and although the ending suffered bc the author got lazy, it was actually a fun and interesting read! The cards/trials were all super interesting, so I had fun! (Recommended)

Kaleidoscope of Death: (recommended) A man accidentally enters the 12 doors, which is a supernatural event that can either save him or kill him

(Everyone and their mother is in the reviews section with EXACTLY identical reviews: "this novel is great but the plot twist is trash. Five stars" 💀. I agree with them. A fantastic and HELLA scary novel but as long as you avoid the extras (which holds the plot twist), the novel is amazing. After reading it, I was afraid to open cabinets for a while and no longer feared death 😔 it is so bloody) [COMPLETED]

High Energy QR Code: (recommended) A man tries to investigate his brother's death, and in doing so, falls into a game world

(I really enjoyed this fic bc it's similar to Supernatural Movie Actor App where the MC is naturally intelligent without seeming obnoxious, and the stories and arcs are all well thought out, creative, and fun. There's also somewhat found family, which I love. It was so much better than what I was expecting, but then again, the author has always made amazing stories (They’ve literally created the most highly rated novel on NovelUpdates and that novel inspired me as a person fr fr no cap. Highly recommend!!! It will change your life!!)) [UNCOMPLETED]

A Crowd of Evil Spirits Line Up to Confess to Me: A man who can see ghosts gets pulled into a ghost game, but there's always a ghost in it that seems to fall in love with him

(A fun novel with a protagonist that is kind but doesn't feel like Virgin Mary, but the translations are slow and I stopped reading bc of it) [UNCOMPLETED]

Non-Human Seeing Re-Employment: An ancient ghost finally gets his own human body before he gets sucked into a horror game

(A nonsensical and crackish webnovel with overpowered MC and ML; read it for fun, not for plot) [COMPLETED]

After the Little Crybaby Enters the Nightmare Cycle: A ghost gains a new body and then gets himself transported into a horror game to earn wishes

(Actually, I dropped this story really early on bc it was like… a less interesting and more boring version of Supernatural Movie Actor App 😶 like it had nearly all the same ideas but it was executed quite plainly and when I caught myself complaining about it, I realized I didn’t have to suffer through it so I dropped it. It’s not bad, just ordinary imo. One of its arcs DID inspire me tho so… you can make your own opinions about it) [COMPLETED]

[winnythanawin]

it is not complete to talk about my 2023 drama universe without mentioning winnysatang. i can't really remember how it started but they're becoming my most favorite gmmtv bl couple in the year. if i must say an era as a checkpoint, though, it was definitely my school president, where everything started: soundwin. but, of course, it is my habit that whenever i started to admire someone i tried to look up their past works. and that's how i learned more about their previous 'meetings': fish upon the sky and star in my mind, as well as their own separate starts.

writing about soundwin and how much they mean to me will be another different post altogether so i won't pull it out here. but to put it short: there are so many reasons why we relate to, or come to love, a story or a media. or no reasons at all but an intuitive gut. and the intersection of both is what have been a case with me whenever i feel attracted, and further attached, to certain fictional characters. people might find it 'silly' or illogical, but that's just how i 'operate'. exactly how sound described his 'when' to win. and then, slowly, my love for these characters just (not-so-automatically) extended to the persons who amazingly portrayed them: winny & satang. i truly enjoyed my time rediscovering how it feels having such excitement again. and the more i get to know them the more i adore and admire them, both individually and as working partners. they're just a perfect mixed embodiment of comfort, heart work, understanding, tenderness, and passionate youth to me. i can feel there are so much in store for them in the future if they really decide to keep continue walking in this industry. in which if they do, i hope their friendship could stand a test of time and perceptions, and they could be each other support for as long as they wished to be.

and so, i hope the world could see more of them in 2024. more series. more music. more events. more growth. and if you still see me on your dash being crazy about them, please bear with me, i just want my kids to get more and more love :")

but if not, just know that i would keep loving them, in my own way and pace, and perhaps, in secret <3

Satang: We’ve traveled on this journey together. Thank you for being with me. I’m so lucky to work with Winny. He’s nice and has no problems. He also keeps improving himself. I want to thank him for that. Winny: We work together and we’re close. We click. It’s easy to work with each other. We speak the same language. And likewise. We’ll join hands to create good works for the fans to enjoy. Winny & Satang: Please stay tuned. / Let’s join hands.

[qqtxt]

[🍬] one-stop-heart-stop [🦊]

[!] this is for the 500 followers mini fics. click here to find out more! ✿ pairing: yeonjun x reader / idol!txt / employee!you / fluff / 559 words ✿ request: “your heart is beating so fast right now.” + yeonjun [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 500]

it was meant to be a short, fleeting moment of sharing the elevator ride with someone you may or may not have feelings for. with someone you see mostly on your phone screen during late nights when both of you are meant to be asleep and pretend in the morning when you two pass by one another in the hallways that you hadn’t been talking to each other merely hours before in the wee hours of the new day.

today, your day, his day, went a little bit different.

for a split moment, the lights flicker off and the elevator shaft screeches just as the lift you’re in comes to a staggering halt. you hadn’t realised you’re holding onto someone until the lights come back on and apparently the emergency button was slammed before you can consider it.

as you process to your surroundings that seemed to be a blur just a moment ago, you’re looking up to–”y-your heart is beating so fast right now,” yeonjun’s voice echoes into your ears, past the voice of what sounds to be the security guard coming from the speaker that help will be on the way to get you two out of the elevator that had just stopped operating.

you notice you’re clutching onto his arms that secure themselves around you; as if it was a natural thing to do to protect you in the second things seemed to go awry. you can’t help but laugh at his words, and he seems to have his lips twitched up when he sees you’re still able to smile.

“i mean,” you straighten your back, carefully stepping out of his grasp and he mindfully pulls back his arms away when you find your footing once more, “the elevator stopping out of nowhere will do that to a person,”

this time he’s laughing, along with you. again, it felt like such a serious situation that felt much lighter because you were with yeonjun. similarly, he felt the same when he follows your pace to sit on the floor because it feels like you two would be here for a while.

“well, if it makes you feel any better,” he hugs his knees, peering over his kneecaps to offer you a smile, “i’m glad i’m stuck here with you.”

when you don’t respond immediately and simply raise a brow, he starts panicking that he may have–”n-not that this situation is a good thing! i mean, not that it’s bad that i’m stuck with you but i’m glad that if i am stuck, it’s with you,” he clears his throat, “i mean, not that i wished this happened but i’m just–”

“yeonjun,”

“yeah?”

“do you wanna listen to music together? i’ve got my phone and headphones on me.”

he unknowingly moves his legs to fold them on the floor, shifting a bit closer to you until your arms meet, “i’d like that.”

((the elevator doors open and soobin tries not to show he adores the sight even when he knows he’s not supposed to. yeonjun has his head resting against the side of yours as you lean against him, eyes fluttered shut. a shared set of earphones are split into two; one in your ear, the other in yeonjun’s. 

soobin only wakes you two up after he manages to take a billion photos to use against yeonjun later.))

[ladamedusoif]

Chimes at Midnight, or an EoY Ramble.

(divider by @saradika - thank you so much for your incredible work)

Who can cling to a ramblin’ Rose?

Good question. But cling to me for a few moments, as I ramble my way through an end of year post - of sorts. Personal shenans ahead.

I have no great wisdom to impart. No life lessons, no affirmations, just reflections and observations after a year where my entry into this fandom brought me much joy, kindness, love, and strength - and, unfortunately, some upset, hurt, and pain, too. 

But then, such is life, and while many of us use this space as an escape, the dynamics of just being human can’t help but filter through here, too.

I (and my 120k and counting words of fic - correction, my “ethical porn for nerdy types”) am here because of an alignment of events in early 2023. Here is my origin story:

I was stopped in my tracks one day by a friend’s Instagram story - or, specifically, by the twinkly-eyed, crinkly-eyed, smiley handsome man being interviewed in the video they’d shared. And something fired in my brain (bear in mind, a reaction like that is highly unusual for me).

Around the same time, my divorce process began. After a day of crying in my office and/or on the street, my sister sent me a message with some advice: You need something distracting and comforting. Watch The Mandalorian. You’ll like it.

(This is all her fault.)

I can only blame traumatised soon-to-be-divorcée brain for the fact that I didn’t quite immediately put the twinkly-eyed handsome smiling man together with the tin can dad with a voice like melted chocolate and an adorable green child that reminded me of my toddler niblings. Whoops. 

(Sorry, P. Divorcée brain!)

Long story short: it clicked, eventually, and with a hop, skip and a jump from “hey there, handsome” to “I love him a normal amount” via SNL, I ended up here. 

People often compare Tumblr and fandoms to the purest form of childhood friendship. Oh, you have a Bluey backpack? I like Bluey too. Let’s be friends? And it’s a perfect analogy. It was a joy and a comfort to realise that, after a lifetime of feeling like I had to hide and be ashamed of the things and people who made me happy, there were other people just like me who didn’t feel shame, and who helped me realise this was…normal? And good? And, though this might seem like a contradiction in terms, healthy?

I rediscovered the pure joy of shared fangirling (gn). I read other people’s beautiful fics and, overcoming my fears and anxieties, rediscovered the person I’d been until I went to college and only wrote academically/professionally - the person who always made up little stories for herself, who tapped out “novels” on her mother’s 1970s portable typewriter, who never went anywhere without a copybook for writing and drawing her stories, who dreamed of being a writer. I started to write Visiting, and people actually read it. 

And through that, and reading their words and talking/flailing in their DMs, I connected with people who in some cases became close friends. People who seemed to like me for me, for the me I was re-learning how to be after an incredibly traumatic period in my life. And that meant - and means - the world. 

(Not all of those connections or friendships were sustained, and I still don’t really understand what happened to end them - in some cases, abruptly and without explanation. All I can do is remind myself that people need different things at different times, wish them well, and allow myself to miss them.)

Gratitude sometimes gets a bad rap as a practice but it can be freeing and healing. So, putting aside the hurt and negative experiences and focusing on the good:

I am grateful for the affirming, kind, supportive relationships I’ve built through a mutual love of one (1) man. 

I am grateful for the way my presence in this community, however marginal and irrelevant I might feel, is kept going through mutual support and silliness. 

I am grateful for the opportunity to rediscover writing as creative practice and fun, rather than just something I have to do in my line of work (and which is bound up with anxiety in that respect).

I am grateful for the people who take the time not just to read but to respond to, share, and love on my work. (You’re amazing and I love you all!)

I am grateful for the people who showed and show me love even though they’ve never met me in person, and in myriad ways. (These ways include personalised birthday poems and fancams, sending me a copy of Esquire out of sheer kindness and surprising me - and my neighbour, who took in the package - with a talking Dinjamin figure. You all know who you are.)

I am grateful to my friend for her thirsty Instagram story and to my sister for her unwittingly consequential TV recommendation. 

And some general observations and reflections about my presence, experiences, and work here that I want to carry forward into 2024:

Popularity is definitely not a marker of quality.

You are entitled to have opinions and share them, even if they don’t follow the prevailing wind. Arguably, especially then.

Your feelings are valid.

Trust your gut.

It’s okay to want people to read and interact with your work, and to wonder why it doesn’t get picked up, no matter how many ‘write for you!’ posts you see from the Big Writers.

Speaking of which: if there’s room for everyone and everything, then there should be room for everyone and everything. Not just the chosen few and a handful of tropes.

Responsibility is a two-way street.

You’re worthy of love, kindness, and respect.

The love you take is equal to the love you make - or, in other words, give love and be receptive to it, whether in affirming messages, positive comments, or a simple flailing, excited reblog. 

Carry your little light, however fragile, into the new year.

With love, Rose. (And my Ben, below - print by the incredibly talented Alyssa Gonzalez)

[nogenderbee]

HAPPY 500 FOLLOWERS 🎉🥳

For the songfic event, can I request angst to fluff Tsukasa (pjsekai) with the song "jishou mushoku (self-Inflicted achromatic)"? (This song is one of my favorite vocaloid songs-)

Also for the lines, actually I like every lines in this song^^ but I personally love this ones :

"I want to be someone like you"

"The way I am, someone like me is better off dead"

"Just because I'm alive, why do you smile so much?"

"And showing me that face, I can't bear to laugh about it"

Aww thank you so much! And yes, of course I can do that! Like always I might've overdone it with angst part but I tried putting some longer comfort in exchange which hopefully worked out...

Also I received ask where you told me you forgot author but don't worry! It's just so I won't choose other song that has same title so you're good!

Tsukasa - jishou mushoku

TagList: @alicewinterway18 @yulikesminori @bleachtheidiot

TW: mentions of suicide

Song:

I want to be someone like you

You always admirer Tsukasa. He was just so optimistic, energetic and he also had noce humor. No wonder you've taken a like of him and even wished you could be more like him.

The way I am, someone like me is better off dead

But the truth was you weren't him. And you never possibly could be even close to that sunshine... According to your thinking, he was a sun and you weren't a moon or even a mere star, you were just... someone who wasn't supposed to still be alive... It's not like you ever wanted but... there was a reason why you still haven't ended it all. It had to be after all.

Just because I'm alive, why do you smile so much?

And he was that reason why you were still in this world. He was just so cheerful and actually seemed like he wanted you to stay by his side, he made you feel so important... but when you took a look at yourself, you just couldn't see why he'd think so... You really didn't understood what this boy saw in you that he was so happy just by your mere presence around him. You truly don't know what made you deserve that smile of his...

Tsukasa on the other hand, he thought you were simply the most precious being that could exist on this planet. He absolutely adored you! He saw that you're giving him strange looks whenever he says it out loud but it's easy to say he's used to receiving looks and doesn't mind them. But he still couldn't help but feel like something's off...

"My dear star, you're simply too adorable for me to not smile anytime I'm around you! You're a pure blessing to this world!"

And showing me that face, I can't bear to laugh about it

Once it clicked in his head, he's even more affectionate towards you, no matter if you're together or not. He just wants you to know that you're the most precious thing in this world so he makes sure to tell you it every time he get's a chance! Usually you're ignoring him when he says that and maybe even quickly change the topic so he goes with it since he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable but today you... just laughed at him...

"Pffft, don't be funny Tsukasa!"

"But... I'm saying the truth!"

Why won't you just believe him? Well, it's alright if you won't, he'll just continue telling you that you're precious untill you finally do. And trust me when I say he won't leave your side, he just wants to make sure you're alright. Anyone tries to tell you that you're not just so precious and he'll be righ by your side, protecting you.

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