#if it's their own character it is whatever...

[jomo-is-here]

a little doodle that I made cause i wanted to draw the lamb with their wool tied back :3

i cant help but color everything

[seventeendeer]

as a fat person who's always clamoring for more interesting fat characters in media, I honestly think one of my all-time favorite depictions of a fat character is Jumba from the original Lilo and Stitch - both visually and personality wise

from a design perspective, even though he's an alien, he has so many little anatomy quirks that make him a more believable fat character than many fat human designs in other media. I love the realistic sag and layering of the fat on his arms, the lack of neck definition, the rim of chub around his face and upper back, the way his back is rounded. his clothes pull taut and pinch in anatomically accurate places (e.g. shoulders are firmer = smoother outlines, the sides and back are squishier = bumpier outlines).

and he's stylized so well! all these great details boiled down to some simple shapes and pen strokes. IMO the Lilo and Stitch art style is extremely appealing - it's warm and clean and visually pleasing, but every character is super unique. Jumba isn't supposed to be pretty, but even though he's a very large, very fat, bald older guy who spends most of the movie in crop tops, the way he's stylized and staged makes it clear the audience is supposed to find him interesting to look at, and variably intimidating/cool/powerful/capable. he's often funny, but the physical aspect of his comedy is derived from being so hefty the other characters struggle to prevent him from barreling ahead and doing whatever he wants; being fat makes him come off more in control of the funny situations he gets into, not less. also, because the art style is what it is, a lot of his character acting also just makes him look kind of cute ... though that's universal across the cast

I also really like the fact that his size clearly gives him both realistic advantages and realistic disadvantages. along with having a stronger sense of agency in the comedic scenes, his size in combination with his impulsivity also makes him a more intimidating antagonist. you never know what he's going to do, and his size makes it difficult for other characters to stop him when he's made up his mind. at the same time, it seems to take him longer to catch his breath, he sometimes grunts when moving around a lot to imply it takes more effort, and he clearly struggled to find clothes that fit him when putting together his disguise. I think it's awesome that the character's size impacts how he interacts with the world so much, and again, in relatable ways

and personality wise, it is ALWAYS great to see fat characters portrayed as intelligent - not only is Jumba an accomplished scientist, he's also crafty and witty! a few quiet scenes imply a philosophical side, as he ponders on Stitch's existence and feelings as a living weapon. with Stitch explicitly being made in his own image to an extent, I'd argue there's even room to interpret some of the things he says about Stitch being hints to how he sees himself; we never learn much about Jumba's past, but it's clear he's a social misfit and strongly defiant. I don't think it's a stretch to assume some of what he said to Stitch about being a monster who can never belong anywhere was intended to read as projection (which makes it all the more heartwarming when both of them find a place to belong on Earth)

it's also a nice twist that toward the end, Jumba is the one who is unexpectedly compassionate toward Nani, while Pleakley tries to urge him to ignore her. again alluding to a level of emotional depth and intelligence that is often missing from even well-intentioned depictions of fat people. his character isn't even fully explored, and yet he's one of the most dynamic and interesting supporting characters in a movie full of fantastic characters. the audience is expected to find him fascinating and even sort of mysterious, and he is!

the sequels and spinoffs were more merchandise-driven franchise fluff for kids than the artsy direction of the original movie, but even so, I remember Jumba went on to become Lilo's lovable, amoral uncle figure, which I also thought was so fun as a kid. I love that they committed to the fact that he was more caring and compassionate than he seemed. not only was he a cool evil mad scientist character, but he was also eventually ... a friend ...

and he was even gay

[whumplike]

i never use ai to generate something and pass it off as my own. even when i’m stuck writing a story, i’d much rather have full control of what the characters do and say, and structuring my story in whatever way i want to. it’s much more freeing to write from the soul in this way. i’ve occasionally tried asking ai for suggestions and most of the time it misses the point or the suggestions simply suck. and i’d rather ai stay that way.

but when i ask it to provide feedback or summary (without glazing my writing), it manages to give somewhat in-depth insight. it’s a versatile and interactive tool, helps me brainstorm things a bit when i’m working on something that’s private and that i’m not ready to share with anyone. i’ve had a few cathartic moments just reading what ai has to say about a story i’ve written.

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

[rafesteddy]

Dilf rafe and milf reader are SOO FUCKING GOOD , can we get a story on how they met?

thank you!!!! And thank you for your ask bb I appreciate it 💕 this does not need to be read with the rest of the DILF!rafe AU

𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

c/w: jealousy, emotional tension, toxic relationship, implied emotional + verbal abuse, language, + smoking weed

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𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓲…

The second Rafe walked in it hit him—thick, sticky heat and the sharp bite of cheap lemon cleaner that didn’t do a damn thing but stir up whatever had been festering in the air all summer. The place felt muggy as hell. Like breathing through a wet towel.

And the ceiling fan? A joke. Creaked overhead in lazy circles like it knew how useless it was.

Rafe stood there, already defeated, duffel strap digging into his shoulder as he took it all in. Twin beds pushed to opposite corners. Peeling desk chairs. A sketchy stain near the vent that looked like it had been there since the seventies.

He let out a long groan—loud, dramatic—and didn’t bother hiding the look he tossed Topper’s way.

“Why the fuck are we doing this again?”

Topper grinned, already flinging his backpack onto the bed closest to the mini-fridge. “If we wanna pledge, we gotta put in our time. Freshman dorms are part of the deal, bro.”

“Well this deal is a load of shit,” Rafe muttered, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair before tugging his hat back on. “We got the money. We could rent a boathouse; better than this. They wouldn’t even know—”

“Yeah,” Topper said, flopping down like he owned the place. “You’ll miss all this character-building Cameron.”

Rafe crossed the room and shoved the window open without a word. Leaned out on his arms and just watched. The lawn was chaos. Boxes everywhere. Parents yelling. Freshmen trying not to look lost.

Rafe didn’t know what he was watching exactly. He just needed to breathe. Needed something to keep his head from spinning. Then he saw you.

Halfway across the lawn. Half-hidden behind a box that clearly weighed more than it should’ve. Your knees were bent, back straining a little, and your dress kept catching the breeze enough to make it complicated. Your hair had fallen loose from its clip and stuck to the side of your neck as you shifted your grip, refusing to stop.

Rafe straightened, brows drawn together. You didn’t ask for help. You didn’t yell for someone to grab it. You gritted your teeth and kept walking, one step at a time, and he stared… For way too long.

He almost said something. Almost turned to Topper and mumbled something about going down there. But then some guy jogged up beside you. His shirt was half unbuttoned, cap spun backwards like he thought it made him charming. That smug grin didn’t help.

He strolled up like it was his cue, took the box right out of your arms without asking—like he was doing something noble.

Rafe’s jaw ticked. He hadn’t realized how tight his jaw had gotten until the heat crept up the back of his neck.

“Of course,” he muttered. “Why wouldn’t she be with someone?”

He exhaled through his nose, the corners of his mouth tightening.

Stupid to think she wasn’t.

𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻…

The campus bookstore was packed. Lines coiled around displays. Topper kept elbowing him every time a girl in a sundress walked by, muttering something slick under his breath like it was still senior year.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, flipping through his course list. “$300 for a book. Are you shittin’ me? Is that normal?”

Rafe barely heard him, just shrugged and sighed. “Got no clue, man.”

“Neither do I… I never bought a book before—”

“That’s embarrassing—”

“Like you have,” Topper countered and Rafe just smirked, shooting him a side-eye.

“Maybe not but I’m not goin’ around sayin’ it out loud,” he chuckled, standing in front of a shelf full of paperbacks, feeling his mind slip away again.

His thoughts kept circling back to you—how you’d looked under the sun, that determined face, that little crease between your brows when the box shifted. He hadn’t stopped thinking about you since move-in. Not once.

“You think Professor Brenner’s hot?” Topper asked suddenly. “I heard she’s, like, super fuckin’ hot.”

“Mhmm.”

Topper raised a brow, looking over his shoulder. “Okay, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing—”

“Bullshit.”

Rafe grabbed the nearest book to do something with his hands and turned down the aisle.

And there you were, eyes scanning a textbook; your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around your waist, nose pressed to your shoulder, hat backwards again like he was trying too hard. He leaned in, murmured something soft, and you laughed, quiet, and short.

Rafe dated casually. Never anything serious. None of those girls had ever made his heart trip over a laugh… He was fucked.

Rafe’s stomach twisted. He didn’t know you; hadn’t spoken to you, but something about seeing you held like that—seeing someone else get your smile—felt wrong. He couldn’t explain it.

𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻…

Days slipped by, and somehow, Rafe kept finding himself back at the window.

Didn’t matter if it was loud or quiet, or what Topper was yelling about from across the room.

Once the quad settled and the streetlights blinked on, he always ended up there. Feet kicked up, joint burning slow between his fingers, acting like he wasn’t listening for the soft rhythm of your life drifting down from the floor above.

Your laugh came first. Always. He heard your playlists, your phone calls, you and your new-found friends, yelling over makeup and pregame plans, swapping dresses and daring each other to shotgun seltzers.

Other nights were quieter. Slower. He liked those best. When it was only you and your music, half-singing the words under your breath.

But once a day the tone shifted, the laughter stopped, and Rafe would freeze, muscles tight, waiting to hear how it’d play out.

It was always him. Your boyfriend—sharp, bitter, too comfortable with it like it was something you had gotten used to. He hated him. He hated the way he talked to you.

“What are you wearing?”

“Why are you bein’ dramatic, huh? Never said ‘you looked like a slut, alright?’ I said ‘other people might think that’.”

“I just want what’s best for you, okay? You running around like that isn’t it.”

“Why are you goin’ out when you’ve got me—”

“I told you, nothing happened. What do you have people watching me now?”

Jab after jab from your boyfriend, all caught on speakerphone, just reinforcing the mental list of things Rafe could never imagine saying to you.

“Yeah. Yeah. And you sound insane. Got no clue who Lexi is. You know what? I don’t have time for your shit. Call me back when you’re done bein’ a bitch and you start actin’ like my girl. The fuck has gotten into you?”

But tonight he was here and the fight got loud. He heard the door slam hard enough to shake the walls, your boyfriend’s heavy footsteps, and a string of muffled curses all directed at you followed.

Then he stormed out into the parking lot. His truck key in a death grip in his fist. Rafe watched every second of it from above, eyes narrowed. He didn’t move until the guy’s car peeled out of view.

And then footsteps. Yours. A slow, measured walk across the room. He heard it. Your exhale—long and needed. It sounded like freedom. And Rafe sat there, completely still, hating himself for smiling but now, there was a chance.

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽…

When the night fell, he was right back in his spot by the window—phone in one hand, joint in the other, eyes on the sky, half-listening to your playlist, between Topper’s play-by-play of his conquest with the redhead from Econ.

You were glowing. Even without seeing you, he could tell—your laugh was brighter; your voice lighter. That hot tension that simmered, cooled completely.

He could hear your friends teasing, shouting over one another about what parties to hit, who was texting who, whether the frats were lame tonight or just lame always. And then your voice, sweet and soft, cut through the chatter.

“Too much?” You asked, clearly asking about your outfit and Rafe’s heart ached at not getting to see you, the praise right on the tip of his tongue.

The door slammed open downstairs, voices bouncing hard against the brick. Heels clacked over the sidewalk. Laughter spilled into the quad, light and messy.

Rafe listened. Every voice was familiar now. He knew the sound of your roommate’s laugh when she was already half-drunk, the clipped way your other friend talked when she was trying to flirt and didn’t want to look like she was trying.

But not yours. You didn’t leave with them.

The door shut again, quieter this time; feet floating across the floor above. He looked up before he could stop himself, heart thudding, and there you were.

Your legs. Crossed at the knee. Smooth and bare, swaying slightly where they dangled out your window. You looked like a dream… His dream.

And then your face came into view. Tilted slightly; eyes, warm, a soft glow glistened on your cheeks.

Then like some kind of fantasy you reached out your hand and his heart stuttered. Rafe passed it up to you, fingertips brushing for a second.

You lifted it to your mouth without a word, eyes closing as you took a slow drag. Smoke curled past your mouth, pouring out of your lip as your head tilted back, lashes low.

It was stupid how beautiful you looked.

You leaned forward again, handed it back down to him with the faintest smile. “Thank you.” Your voice dripped like honey, low and warm in the quiet night.

He stared up at you, and the words tumbled out like he hadn’t even made the choice. “Rafe.”

“Hi, Rafe.”

You gave him your name and repeated it in a flash. “Pretty.” You laughed—soft and close-mouthed, the kind you’d snuggle up in somebody’s shoulder. “I meant your name,” he went on, all at once embarrassed.

"I figured." You smiled softer. "But… that was really sweet."

And still he couldn’t look away.

“You okay?”

You nodded, glancing inside for a moment, then back down at him. “Didn’t feel like going out. Needed a little quiet.”

“Good call,” he murmured. “Sometimes the quiet’s better.”

Your gaze had rested on him for an extra moment. “Do you always sit here?” Rafe shrugged and gave you one of those goofy, crooked smiles; a smile that you could already tell would get you in trouble.

“Only when I’m lucky, pretty.”

That made you laugh again—true and innocent. There was a pause, long enough for the silence to start to stretch.

And then he reached behind him. Fingers closing around something he’d been holding onto all day.

“I—Uh… I wasn’t sure you’d be up there tonight,” he said quietly. “I was feeling lucky. So I grabbed you somethin’.”

“You did?” You asked as he pulled the bouquet into view. You blinked, lips parting slightly as he hooked one arm inside, stepping onto the ledge, body outside the window, passing them to you as you reached down.

“Rafe…” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “They’re beautiful.”

“So are you… Figured if I ever got a smile from you I should give you somethin’ in return.”

“You’re really sweet,” you hummed.

He chuckled weakly, a light laugh letting you know that this wasn’t normal, like maybe he was surprising himself as well. “I’m tryin’ really hard.”

You hid your smile for a breath before leaning forward, gently brushing your hand across his sharp jaw. Then, without a word, you kissed his cheek.

It was soft; the barest press of lips to skin, but it stopped his heart. You pulled back slowly, eyes still on his, and he swore the air between you turned sweeter.

Your perfume surrounded him, the sticky slick of your glossed lips stamped on his cheek.

“You got ready,” he murmured. “You goin’ somewhere?”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before tilting toward him more. “Well… I was gonna come down and say ‘hi’.”

His heart thudded so loud he was sure you could hear it. “Yeah?” He breathed.

“I still can.”

“No,” he blurted so fast it made you giggle. “Stay there. I’ll come up.”

He barely touched the floor—tripped over the fan, ignored Topper—and was already halfway out the door.

The stairwell blurred beneath him as he moved, taking steps two at a time, maybe three, like urgency alone could bend time. Near the top, his foot caught the edge of one step, nearly sending him flying. By the time he hit your floor, the rush was starting to wear off, and that’s when it hit him—how fucking dumb he probably looked. Not exactly his smoothest moment.

He scrubbed his hands down the front of his shorts, wiping away the evidence of his anxiety. Tried to get his shit together. Normally, he was good at this. Calm. Laid-back. Normally, he was a little cocky. Smooth without trying. But right then? Anything but.

You’d already heard him coming—his footsteps, the way he slowed outside your room. Maybe he didn’t know that. But it made you smile.

And when the door opened he exhaled long and needed. And it sounded like relief. And you stood there, looking up at the man before, and you hated yourself a little for already thinking this looked like forever.

Rafe stepped a little closer, voice warm and already familiar.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

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[quinnkaneki]

Haikyuu characters as parents/soon to be parents part 1 <3

pt 2

This part includes Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume and Keishin Ukai.

→ Oikawa Tooru — During pregnancy ^^

• He talks to your belly daily.

“— and when you learn to walk I'm gonna teach you how to serve a ball right into uncle Iwa's face!”

• He preorders baby stuff the moment he finds out, it doesn't matter if you're only 3 weeks pregnant.

“What about this pink crib? Ah wait, we're not sure if they're a girl yet.... Woah, babe, look at these panda pjs.” *adds to the cart*

• Baby proofs whatever he can, safety comes first.

“Tooru... Why is the living room tv remote in styrofoam?” You look up at him.

“So our little one doesn't get hurt...”

→ After pregnancy

• Awestruck, can't believe he has a little family of his own.

“I'm the one who just gave birth, why are you crying?”

“It's just... She's perfect,” He says while gently caressing her cheek.

• Proudly sends monthly updates of his baby to Iwaizumi.

“*sends video* SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD AND WE GOT IT ON CAMERA, I REPEAT, SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!!!! LOOK AT MY BABY GIRL IWA-CHANNNN”

• Becomes a princess.

“Daddy! Stop moving, you're gonna smudge your lipstick!" Your daughter argues while adding the final touches to his make up.

“Don't you think this skirt is too short sweetheart?”

“Nuh uh! Mommy said it makes your butt look big!” You snicker at her words and snap a photo of him in a skirt and crop top.

“I'm so sending this to Hajime.”

→ Iwaizumi Hajime — During pregnancy ^^

• Cooks for you everyday.

“C'mon sunshine, breakfast is ready, wake up.” *kisses your forehead*

• Makes sure you're up to date with your doctor appointments.

“Okay so, Friday is your next doctor's appointment and we find out the gender then.... Excited?”

• Spends an entire week painting and decorating the baby's room.

“What'd you think sweetheart? Should I move the crib to the other side of the room or do you like it here?"

→ After pregnancy

• Just like Oikawa, he breaks down in the delivery room.

“Are you okay Hajime?”

“I am sweetheart... He looks just like you”

• Accidentally uses a bad word in front of him.

“If a creeper gets into my house again, I swear to God Shittykawa—”

“Shittykawa! Shittykawa!”

“Woah, woah, woah— don't say that! Don't repeat what daddy says!”

“Pfft, good luck explaining that to Y/N Iwa-chan.”

• Enjoys telling him random stories from high school.

“There was this one time uncle Tooru and I stayed back really late after school to practice volleyball and didn't tell anyone. His cousin got really worried cause he wasn't picking up her calls so she drove to the school to check if he was there...wanna know who his cousin is?”

“Who?!”

“Your mom.”

→ Kuroo Tetsuro — During pregnancy ^^

• Pregnancy photoshoots every month.

“Andddd into the album it goes,” He says while writing ‘7 months’ under it.

• Literally your personal servant. Pillow too uncomfortable? Sayless, he won't let you raise a finger.

“You okay, baby? You keep stirring.”

“Mhmm, my pillow is just too high-” *gently adjusts your pillow before you can*

• Drives to the store at 3am just to satisfy your pregnancy cravings.

“They were out of mint chocolate chip ice cream so I got cookies and cream,” He says as he enters the car.

“Did you get my cheese?”

“I got your cheese, love.” *kisses your cheek*

→ After pregnancy

• Takes your daughter on afternoon walks.

“Look at the kittyyyy!” he coos, adjusting her on his hip to see the kitty, “kinda looks like uncle Kenma, doesn't it?”

• Family outings.

“If you don't go to bed right now I'm cancelling our trip to the Zoo tomorrow.” Kuroo bluffs.

“But dadddddddy, one more episode please!” She pouts and shifts her gaze over to you for help.

“Daddy already spoke honey, don't you wanna see the giraffes?”

• Living room forts<3

“Daddy this side is gonna fall!” Your daughter panics while trying to keep the makeshift wall up.

“Leave it to me sweetheart, go help mommy with the popcorn.”

→ Kenma Kozume — During pregnancy ^^

• Thinks you're joking.

“Wait so...you're actually pregnant..?”

“I am Kozume, this isn't something I'd joke about”

“....wow...just wow,” he embraces you. “I'm ready to take on whatever comes our way, as long as it's with you.”

• Limits his game time

“Kenken?”

“In the kitchen!” He shouts.

“Woah, what's all this?”

“your breakfast...thought I'd treat you, tho beware, I can't cook.”

• Counts down the days till delivery.

“6 more weeks.” he mutters.

“6 more weeks till what?”

“Till our little angel is here.”

→ After pregnancy

• Immediately buys her a switch.

“I customized it with her name at the back, look” he shows you “i added pink hearts too”

• Has a personal hair stylist

“Mama what do you think? Bow or no bow?" She places the bow in Kenma's hair then removes it before looking up at you.

“Definitely bow.”

• Falls asleep with her in his arms while gaming.

“D/N! D/N? Kozume?” You enter the gaming room and melt at the sight in front of you.

→ Keishin Ukai — During pregnancy ^^

• Quits smoking and drinking.

“They're gonna grow up in a healthy environment and I'm gonna make sure of that.”

• Refuses to let you around the team.

“No can do darling, they're too rowdy and I need you to rest.”

• Closes the shop early.

“You're home early.”

“I missed my wife.”

→ After pregnancy

• Surprise, you have twin boys!

Teaches the kids how to cook but it usually turns into a food fight. “Both of you, in the shower now” He sternly commands as he begins to clean up.

• Family movie nights.

“Okay so mommy voted barbie and I voted-”

“Barbie!” They both yell.

“Guess we're watching barbie..again.”

• Teaches them how to fish.

“Daddy look! I caught a big fish!”

“You idiot, that's not a big fish, that's a sardine.” his brother says.

“But I still caught a fish and you didn't!" He teases.

I absolutely love Oikawa \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

First time publishing on Tumblr, hope you guys enjoyed :3

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

WRITING ON THE WALL

BIO: NEGLECTED MALE WB!READER THE WANYE FAMILY RECOMABLE ARTIST

Art was never some silly hobby or pastime, like people like to think it is. It's your whole life, your whole identity. Being an artist has been something you've been doing ever since you were a kid—sketching, drawing, finger painting—all that stuff is something that grounds you, that connects you to deep fulfillment. Once you finish a piece, you feel anger when you mess up a sketch; fear touching a paintbrush to a canvas. It makes you feel human, makes you feel real, makes you feel alive. Each stroke, each splash, each mixture—it's something that's very concise. It's like doing chemistry, mixing all the elements together to find something new.

But ever since you reached the manor, you've been going through this crazy amount of art block, and it's not like you. You usually create almost every single day, once a week if you're being realistic, but for some reason, you haven't been able to pick up a brush or pencil or even go through your sketchbook. You feel so disinterested and disorganized. It’s not like you—it's never like you. You've never been the one who would draw or paint or create for praise or for someone to pat you on the back and say, "Good job." But you sure as hell wanted that feeling. You wanted to be patted on the back and hear a "Good job" thrown at you once in a while. But your younger brother gets all of it—the little hellspawn who just picked up a brush one day and called himself an artist. He is still a beginner; he sounds horrible. It's trashing on your little brother, but honestly, the second he picked up a pencil, they think he's Picasso. He’s been drawing since you were in the womb, but when he does it, it's like a revolutionary thing. But he made the paintbrush—it's just not fair.

You get jealous of a 14-year-old. You're acting like a child, but you are an adult. Before you ever became a child, you took care of yourself, did everything yourself, made a path for yourself, creating a legacy that doesn't have to deal with your father—you are your own person, and you don't have to bear the burden of being Wayne. Sometimes you want to be like a child, patted on the back. You want to get a small high five, an "attaboy," but you're getting too old for that stuff, and to be honest, it's kind of lame. Everything is so lame, but hearing your father praise Damian like he's his prized possession, like he's the sun, and you're just one of the many planets that revolve around him, is excruciating. Richard is boasting about him; he never did that with you. All they do is brag. Why can't you be the center of attention? Why can't you be the one being seen? It’s not like you're invisible; you're there, you're obviously there. Do you have to make your voice known? Do you have to shout from the top of your lungs? Do you have to break a canvas to show that you are an artist too?

But if it's attention you want, then just go on Instagram and post your art. Get clicks or views or whatever. Yeah, it doesn't feel as good as being hugged and being told that you’re the best at what you do, that you're good, that you're great, that you're astounding. Your mind is something scientists want to deconstruct and pick at—the blood son of Bruce Wayne, firstborn dark shadow, Damian is the artist of the family. So what are you? The bad copy and paste? Get your own person, with your own dreams and your own accord, your own wants, your own ideas. You draw too, you know, but every time you say that, it’s like you’re trying to take the spotlight away from Damian, trying to make things about you when it never really was about you. But does it hurt to have this one piece of recognition, to be seen for a second, for a minute? But now you’re more of a background character than anything.

This art block is like a heavyweight tied to your back, and you can barely be seen. You can’t even pick up a brush, but you want to make things—you really do. So you find part of the manor, an empty notebook, shelves, no furniture—maybe a chair and a couple of windows, some cobwebs here and there. You don't think Alfred even remembers this room, but this was the first one you saw when you came to the manor—the first room that you will decorate your existence. Picking up your brush, you start to paint, sketch the walls. You take your brush and paint, and you paint and you paint until your fingers cramp. You paint until your eyes go blurry, paint until there are little calluses on your hands.

On the wall of your new canvas, you keep on going. You haven't eaten in the past hour, but you keep it up. You feel this pressure; you can't let it go to waste. You just might pass out, but you paint and you paint until the fatigue hits you, and it’s the most disgusting picture you’ve ever seen. You want to vomit. It's your worst piece of work ever. You leave the room, discouraged, disappointed, embarrassed. You're not the artist of the family; you make a simple mural. Can you call yourself a creator? But when you look at the other side of the painting that is dipped with some of your blood, you realize just how important you are. You are the artist of the family; you always have been, and you always will be.

[murderbot-moodboard]

I have watched the Episode 7 three times, and naturally I have some thoughts:

- Okay, Gurathin officially has the coolest backstory I can imagine for his character. Being a former corporate spy has so many implications for who he is and what he's capable of. It explains why he's been suspicious this whole time (apparently from the moment they acquired a SecUnit) that Murderbot could be working with the Company to hurt the Preservation team. It also explains why he was suspicious of LeeBeeBee from the beginning and saw through all her attempts to get him and the others to reveal information.

- Interestingly, the rest of PresAux knows this about him, but Murderbot doesn't, which would seem to fit with the books, as I'm fairly certain Murderbot would've mentioned it somewhere if it knew Gurathin was a former corporate spy. (We could also discuss in-world reasons why Murderbot might not mention it, but I'll leave that for fanfic writers to explore.)

- Gurathin's relationship to Mensah also makes a lot more sense from his backstory. He was desperate, broken, and essentially enslaved, with no one to turn to, and she forgave him and helped him get asylum in Preservation Alliance, which had to be an involved and risky process. She was his only friend for a while, and knowing Mensah, she would've stuck with him and done whatever she could to support him through all the ups and downs (including withdrawal from his corporation's proprietary drugs).

It makes sense that Gurathin would see Mensah as a rare stabilizing force in his life. She's someone he's terrified of losing, to the point that he'd go on a survey with her in the Corporation Rim rather than let her out of sight into the dangers he narrowly escaped. Even if it means putting himself in a situation likely to trigger reminders of his past trauma and addiction and tempt him to relapse. He's fallen in love with Mensah, but his feelings are largely because of who she was to him at the lowest point in his life, and because he's become emotionally dependent on her during his addiction and trauma recovery and his integration into a foreign culture in adulthood. His going into Mensah's room to cry over her pillow, an action Murderbot misinterpreted and classified as creepy and depressing, seems to indicate rather that Gurathin doesn't think he can continue to function if he loses her.

- Okay, now that we've discussed the big reveal, I want to note that this episode made me fall even more in love with all of PreservationAux and Murderbot. After several episodes of the team being separated into groups, we get to see them all working together during an emergency. And PresAux works together really well as a team—as long as they're not being shot at by hostile SecUnits. PresAux and Murderbot... still not quite working as a team yet, but they're making an attempt.

Adding a readmore because this is quickly becoming a long post:

- I love how Bharadwaj and Gurathin basically hang out together and take care of each other for most of the episode. In past episodes, they've both seemed unwilling to admit to the rest of the team that they're struggling and need support. But with Gurathin being shot in the leg and Bharadwaj shaken by the betrayal and violent death of someone she'd cared about, I think they've both lost some of their ability to pretend they're fine. They also seem to find comfort and usefulness in looking out for each other, and possibly a distraction from their own problems that's helping them cope. Either way, the casual physical closeness is very sweet, and shows at least one way Gurathin has become more integrated with Preservation culture.

- Before I forget, I went back and replayed several times that moment in the habitat where PresAux steps back from Murderbot, and I noted two things: (1) Mensah only barely steps back, and she looks slightly cautious and evaluative rather than afraid while doing so, and (2) Gurathin, who is sitting on a box, does not step back, but just moves sideways into a more upright position no longer resting his weight on his arm, and could possibly be trying to get in front of Bharadwaj?

- In the crisis situation of this episode, Mensah really embodies her role as team leader, acting as a source of calm and decisiveness when her team needs her to be. I felt like she showed a new level of steady confidence, and I think it's partly because she's rising to the occasion for her team as a good leader does, but also because she now understands the kind of ally they have in Murderbot. Murderbot is an ally who would literally cut out pieces of its body to get them out of danger. She also gets to share the burden of command with a consultant who understands combat and the dangers facing them better than any of the team, and who has saved them several times so far. Her understanding of Murderbot as a person gives her new confidence in communicating with it and new insight in how to persuade it to work with the team, even if the insight isn't perfect.

- Let me just say, the scene with Murderbot being grown over with branches was haunting. It's true to the things Murderbot fantasizes about doing in the books, and it's also a great example of what depression can look like. There was discussion on Discord about how this is essentially suicidal ideation but Murderbot is unlikely to recognize that. It's also reflective of an aspect of depression that doesn't always get attention: the feeling of wanting to just never have to move again.

- I love that Pin-Lee got lots of time this episode to voice their opinions and suggest courses of action for the team. In my opinion, most of the characters felt like they had come closer to their book portrayal in this episode, and this was especially true of Pin-Lee. Their strategic thinking and assertiveness was evident throughout the episode. I also internally cheered when they said they wanted to sue the shit out of the whole Corporation Rim—that's our lawyer Pin-Lee!

- Arada nerding out over the worms was so funny and endearing, and definitely reminded me of other people I've known who are very passionate about their field of expertise. And it seems very in character for Arada to think LeeBeeBee was bluffing about killing them all.

- Ratthi was hilarious this episode, and came across as someone who tries to use charisma to charm his way through new or uncomfortable situations, in order to hide the fact that he doesn't know what he's doing and is making it up as he goes. It's worked enough times that it's become his main coping strategy, even when it's not a very effective one.

- Poor Bharadwaj was really not having a good time this episode. She's clearly still having a hard time with what happened to LeeBeeBee, and still angry with Murderbot for it. And then the worms show up! Her extremely repulsed facial expressions made it pretty clear she'd rather be anywhere but near those things.

- Something interesting I noticed this episode was the way Gurathin sometimes blinks while his eyes roll back in his head. I'd noticed it at least once before, in that scene where Murderbot doesn't strangle him (which I watched on loop a few times thanks to gifs by some lovely people), but I'd thought it was just a fear response or something. In this episode, though, especially a couple times during the flashback scene, Gurathin's eyes definitely did the same thing. So now I'm thinking it might have something to do with his augments. There was also discussion on Discord of whether the reason Gurathin's condition seemed to deteriorate quickly had anything to do with his augments. I have no idea, but it occurred to me to wonder if immunosuppression is necessary for augmentation (like it is sometimes currently for organ transplants), and if that would interfere with his body's ability to heal or fight infection.

Okay, I think I've covered all the things I wanted to cover that other people haven't already covered. This episode was chock full of good character moments, y'all!

[semiohazard]

one of my favorite things is that that tenna has the same sort of fourth wall-breaking power as much more meta-aware characters like spamton and sans (being able to control the player POV, playing His Theme for asriel, pointing at the camera), he just. doesnt care. he could NOT give less of a fuck about higher narrative levels or whatever he's too busy tripping over his own ass trying to get somebody to love him

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Wild Times (But Not For Sorn)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

June 2025 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 6 of 12 - I continue to very much enjoy this show, all of the couples have great chemistry, the plot is entertaining, It’s a solid sports romance and I adore a sports romance. Nothing not to love.

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - No no no. Sorn is supposed to suffer. This is not acceptable. Do not just give in like that! Oh thank goodness, yay! Confrontation, make him suffer, Junbaby! You go sweetie! Good. Good, suffering. More suffering is needed! Tai make him suffer too!

Reset (Mon iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - Did Thada just buy his man a plastic bowl so he could eat his ramen as they walk down a street? Interesting choice. Also “workcation” = v modern word… so Thada must also be on a Reset? I do love that Thada is putting all of his cards on the table so quickly, definitely one who feels like time might run out and he has to get it right this time around. Thada is treating a relationship with Armin exactly the same way that Armin is treating his acting career. As I think you could probably tell, I am enjoying this very much. What a good show.

Memoir of Rati (Fri Netflix or YT) ep 1 of 12 - I was resistant to picking this one up, despite my love of both pairs. The title, intro music, and setting make me nervous that we won’t get a happy ending. That said, I am particularly interested in this time of Thailand‘s history and the complicated diplomacy that went on. And holy heck can GreatInn serve up some stellar chemistry.

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 6 of 12 - I continue to enjoy this more as it gets more plot heavy and convoluted. To be clear, that’s not normally what I like in my BL and certainly not what I expect from Thailand, or that Thailand does well. But there’s something about the way this show is paced that I'm enjoying more now than at the start. And we should be in the soggy middle. So, I guess... well done little show?

Pit Babe 2 (Fri iQIYI) ep 8 of 13 - Kenta Kim kiss! Yay!!! Chris’s epic eye rolls make me happy. However, this plot is Very Silly Indeed and I am very entertained. What a vroom vroom full of nonsense this is.

I Promise I Will Come Back (Mon WeTV) ep 5 of 10 - Oh what a lovely first kiss… touch… and so forth. I love this! It’s actually kind of special. How unexpected. (Ep 5A if you just wanna watch the moment.) I’ve said it before, there’s nothing wrong with the acting in this show. It’s the general story and script that’s troubling me. But my goodness all 3 leads are great.

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) ep 8 of 14 - It has been a bumper of a week and I’m grumpy, and unfortunately this particular show is bearing the brunt of it. I’m sorry, but the main couple are just so one note and it’s becoming quite trying. Something has to actually evolve with their characters, ya know? Now the sides …. very nicely done, give us more of them. 

The Bangkok Boy (Sat Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - It was a decent episode. But I’m really not sure about this show as a BL. It’s making me increasingly nervous.

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 7 of 12 - Just as I suspected, lots of nothing happening. Sports day. Whatever. (Always been Blue Team myself… just FYI.) 

SunTiny (Tues iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 10 - Look here, there’s a lot to like about this show. I like the idea of messing with standard misconceptions of top/bottom, and I LOVE it when the fandom hets and their dumb ideas of sex get the vapors. Blow their tiny minds, boys. Please. 

However, I am a little crushed that it takes a bodyswap for us to have a femme top. I hate bodyswap narratives. It’s one of my least favorite tropes. And I’m not sure this particular pair has the acting chops to carry this off. No skin off of MaxNat - good chemistry and decent actors, but to act like another person in your own body genuinely requires a level of physicality and verbal execution, a new way of holding the jaw and face to make believable. It’s not something that’s easy to do. Max is doing a slightly better job at it. He is certainly better at facial nuance and tone shift, but his physicality remains the same.

I love that this show is absolutely gonna mess with the worst of the fandom. That makes me really damn happy. Although it is dangerous territory for this pair to enter into and not a subject matter I expect Thailand to handle with delicacy. I do love all of the jockeying with linguistics and verbal pronouns and such. That is fun.

As of now though, I remain torn. It's gonns have to prove itself.

Eye Contact (Weds WeTV) ep 6 end? - I don’t like anything that happened at the back end of this show. And I’m not going to forgive it. I don’t like where the characters went. I don’t like where the relationships went. I don’t like what was done with the story arc. I don’t like the choices that were made by anyone. I am, to put it simply, cheesed off. The GL couple is the only good thing about this and they got practically no screen time. I’m tempted to say that this was originally slated to be a 12 episode and it stopped halfway through.

Summary

A promising start for a craptastic but delightfully edgy pulp derailed abruptly in the second act by miserable disconnected story arcs full of dysfunctional relationships, poor life choices, and every trigger in the book with no payout or attempt to resolve or address the resulting trauma. Including mine. I am seriously displeased. 3/10 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Ball Boy Tactics (Korea Thurs iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 - They. Are. So. Cute. I love them so much. No notes, absolutely my favorite thing airing right now.

Sweetheart Service (Korea Fri YT) ep 7 of 12 - How delightful that the sides got some love. That was charming. They went on a date. They are so damn adorable. Meanwhile our leads are the bestest boys. 

Moon and Dust (China YT) ep 5 of 6 - Yay biting! Oh this show is so ffed up and I love that. It’s so good. It’s so warped. It’s so good because it’s so warped. I am scared (for me and the show) but so pleased.

He is my rabid dog child and I LOVE HIM. Let him fuck bite his brother if he wants.

Revenged Love (China Mon Gaga) ep 1-4 of 24? - A remake of 2015's Falling in Love with a Rival. From China ON GAGA? What alt-reality IS THIS? No idea on the length, MDL says 24 but at 45 a pop, I'm wondering if that's correct, because that would make this the first full length CBL we have had since... well, Advance Bravely. But also, see the next section, this could be shut down at any moment.

And now, some thoughts:

It is so like its source, absolutely unhinged CBL. Snake fighting. So much smoking. Money throwing. Gifting boys. Gang rp. UNHINGED. What the actual?

At least this time the seme is established queer out the gate closet? Our baby boy is a bit of a loser. And the meat cute was way more modern BL. Of course seme is also truly evil, he’s openly queer and this is CBL so he must be corrupt in all ways. (I don’t make the rules the CCP does.) 

Of course I LOVE the doctor. (Also the psycho baby brother from Moon & Dust, did you clock?) I don’t think I’ve ever loved a character this much this quickly since Film was last on my screen. He is glorious.  

Anyway, I have no faith in this ending in a satisfying manner, or indeed ending at all, but boy am I enjoying this WILD ride.

Depth of Field AKA Hishakai Shindo (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1-2 of 6 - The actor playing Hayakawa was in one of the Kiss shorts! Neat. Well we know he can certainly kiss a boy. Meanwhile, this is warped, a little creepy, and sort of messed up. And exactly what I expected from this IP. I like it, as I usually do with stuff from Japan. I’m making no guarantees on where this is going tho. Remember, never try to predict Japanese BL. Safer on the psyche.

The Sparkle In Your Eye (Singapore Sun Gaga & Viki) eps 9-10 of 12 - characters aren’t talking to each other or telling the truth. It's very sappy and heart wrenching and tiring. 

Important word on the CBL we are enjoying right now.

WRITERS ARRESTED! China’s Danmei Crackdown (also stuff on SmartBoom breakup, and the unprecedented popularity of GL pair LingOrm's Photo Shoot)

This has happened before. I said a little while ago that the CBL industry & online behavior keeps giving me 2016 vibes and that time period seems to be repeating itself. (Maybe all these do-over time travel BLs lateIy have been trying to tell us something?) I know this new spate of uncensored CBLs are only being distributed internationally but I still don't see how we can expect this to end well, especially Revenged Love. We are in Heroin Addicted territory and the dejavu is strong with this one. I am going to keep watching on the "get it while you can" theory, but I now wish I'd been bootlegging Moon & Dust. Revenged too. I may set aside some time to do so for... reasons... I recommend you do the same.

That's not what he said. So petty Tencent CCP WeTV.

It's airing but......

I Became the Lead in a BL Drama 2 AKA Zoku BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita (Japan Gaga) 6 eps - While I am intrigued by the manager side couple, I can't be arsed to add this to the weekly rotation. I may binge once it's done.

The Ex-Morning (Thailand YT) 10 eps - dropped half way through ep 3. I was just angry at it, at GMMTV, at the script, at the characters. That's not healthy for any of us. If rumors are to be believed, I'm feeling great about this life choice.

Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) 8 eps - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked. I won't watch this.

Mission to the Moon (YT) 12 eps- Watching but I can't keep track. Too short, too many, too YT. I will report at end.

Loy Kaew First Love (Fri YT) 6 eps - Dropped at ep 4. Ended this week, trigger warning on that ending. Not recommended.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2025 Line Up

6/27 The Promise of The Soul (Taiwan Gaga) 12 eps - Have I mentioned recently how much I hate bodyswap?

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

This is from a KBL short called Wrong Number, has the actor playing the older brother bartender in Sweetheart Service. So far v cute. But one can't trust Sukfilm to end well.

I am pretty sure this is not an accurate translation. But I kinda LOVED it. (Sweetheart Service)

It's all about the doctor character. He is giving me LIFE. (Other people too, presumably, being a doctor and all.)

Revenged Love.

Yeah yeah. I like to see it. I'll take my cute femme top anyway I can. (SunTiny)

No but seriously, that kiss (I Promise I Will Come Back).

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs @waitmyturtles

[the-unrelated-theorist]

I wanna add that this track is called "Piano that may not even be played that well." If we go with the theory that some of the tracks get named by certain characters, I think Kris named this one. The capitalization and wording are different from most other tracks, and besides, it's KRIS' music, not anyone else's (well, Toby's the one playing piano irl, but that's beside the point).

Why is Kris undermining their own talent? And is their insecurity about it some of the reason why they just let us take over for the most part?

If you go back to the Holiday kitchen after Kris catches you the first time, the vent is sealed up, but you can hear them play various character themes on the piano. Their playing is stuttering and hesitant. Nothing at all like what Toriel and Noelle and Alvin seem to be raving about.

But in the Dark World, it's flawless. Whatever happened that made them stop, it doesn't matter. Susie gave them courage to try again.

The single scene I believe nailed down Kris's entire trajectory, that explained the most about them as a character, has to be their chapter four piano concert:

We, as the player, have no input in this scene at all. If you try to play the long sequence right, they'll just mess it up, prompting the dialogue anyway. There's no command from us that they twist in order to be "allowed" to play, no nudge from us in the right direction- they just snatch control, because Susie wants to hear them.

This is such a complete stab through the gut, not just because of their passion and the fluid animation and sheer expressiveness, but because Kris can just do that! It isn't that they physically can't play piano with the soul in the driver's seat, they just won't, until Susie empowers them to. No matter how badly they want the freedom to express themselves on their own terms, they restrain themselves. They let us take the reins and try to just submit, and they can't keep it up.

The interpretation this strikes me with, coupled with their "knighting" and their "promise" to the mysterious caller and their unspecified egg trauma... We know they know how we work, and that their plans with us are premeditated and calculated, at the behest of (maybe multiple) adults who have significant power over them. At least the Mayor is directing them to let themselves be turned into a vessel. We know this would have to have started before they went to the first Dark World, when Susie was still a bully, Noelle estranged and Ralsei not even in the picture.

We know that by the opening of the third fountain, by the time they're spinning prompts to get into banter with Susie and blocking us from being mean to Ralsei and drawing messages on windows and sneaking in as much of themselves into their relationships as possible, they've been turning themselves into our tool to be ultimately pitted against the group since day one. That no matter how much they can be coaxed out, at the end of the day, they have to be shoved back in their place, if not by us, by the Knight/mayor/etc who've facilitated this entire thing. That their choices don't matter.

Evil-Kris officially out, Deeply-Conflicted-Kris officially in. Of course earlier Kris tries to keep themselves closed off from the Extended Fun Gang- no matter how much they adventure together, how much they grow to like their company, Kris will inevitably, in their eyes, have to betray them. Because they made their choice before the story could even begin. Because they promised.

[rosiemari]

౨𝜚 —-– · “D★LLHOUSE”

✧₊⁺ Blythe doll reader who's unsettling ! ♥

౨ৎ Dear diary: Hi, first post here, kinda nervous../hj i hope this is good enough to not make a fool out of myself and to gain at least 5 followers :3 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 Trigger warnings: None other than reader tormenting Jax (im projecting my hatred for him)

⋆. 𐙚 Type: Fluff, Romantic/platonic, headcanons. This contains Jax, Gangle and Ragatha.

˚୨୧⋆.˚ Song of the day: Valley of the dolls — Marina.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Jax

✧₊⁺ He didn't give a shit when it came to how you looked like at first. He just thought that out of them all, you were the luckiest. After all, you looked like a doll! A very well put together one not to mention. Not some weird looking mess like zooble.

✧₊⁺ Although after some time, he came to internally admit you were... unpleasant, to say the least. But it's Jax we're talking about, he didn't give up on tormenting you just because of some weird looking void pupils.

✧₊⁺ At first, he decided to stick verbally mocking you, calling you pet names such as "Doll face" "Dolly" "Eyes of the dead". Which didn't gain much attention from your side and that's such a bummer to him.

✧₊⁺ So the day he actually messed with you for the first time was the last day of him being courageous near you. He absolutely regrets it.

✧₊⁺ He had the brilliant idea of stepping on a piece of your delicately fabricated skirt to make you trip and possibly hurt yourself. Even ripping a part of it.

✧₊⁺ let's just say you were NOT happy.

✧₊⁺ He remembers to this day the way you looked at him like you were a soul eater, he felt his sins crawl through his back.

✧₊⁺ The tables have turned from that moment on, every day he's the one being tormented now, by you, and you don't even have to do much to scare him, just stare at him for more than 5 seconds and he's out the door.

✧₊⁺ You not only defy the laws of logic itself, you defy HIS laws of logic, you, somehow, got ahold of the dorm keys he used to spook everyone and Jax couldn't be more bothered since.

✧₊⁺ He used to leave a whole ass table infront of his dorm room to keep you away until you said: "a mere table won't save you". Now leaves a whole closet.

✧₊⁺ Congratudolonces? You're now the hero and scariest person of the circus.

𝜗𝜚 Gangle

✧₊⁺ Thank you for your service.

✧₊⁺ While being scared of you she's very much grateful for you torturing Jax in the same way he did with her. She tries to show her gratitude through silent and not-so-secret acts.

✧₊⁺ Like leaving a drawing or two at your doorstep, you know its from her but you decide not to demonstrate you do know to respect her peace.

✧₊⁺ Gangle likes the way you look too, she admires how dainty and perfectly constructed you are, even though your artificial gaze can spook her from time to time but she knows you're not a particular menace when you're unprovoked.

✧₊⁺ By the time it passes, her fear towards you wavers and shes way more comfortable near you, even sitting in silence with you is a good moment to her now. Even if you look a little dead inside.

✧₊⁺ Overall, she likes you in her own little way.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Ragatha

✧₊⁺ She's mostly confused.

✧₊⁺ Ragatha is kinda appealed for the fact you manage to keep Jax at bay, but still worries you'll rip the """"""poor""""" bunny while he sleeps. Even though he leaves his whole room in front of his door she knows you're very much capable of getting in anyway.

✧₊⁺ Either way, she tries her best to not end up like Jax, always keeping her positive facade extra nice with you, even though you have no intention to even scare her.

✧₊⁺ Although you like to mess around with her sometimes, you find it amusing how she can't ever trust you even if you explicitly display you have no interest in hurting her.

✧₊⁺ Ragatha tries her best to swallow her fear and always have an open space for you in whatever adventure or place you guys are, as we know she's not keen in being a jerk in anyway.

✧₊⁺ But she's kinda bummed and excited for having another doll like character in the circus with her, although you look a bit better than her in her head, making her a bit self-conscious.

✧₊⁺ Nonetheless, she tries to lend a helping hand, even if she fears you'll swallow it whole.

[kingchroma]

hellloooo can i request Lookism guys dealing with pregnant reader?🫶🫶🫶🥺 (before their kid was born in your lookism as girl dads hcs)

lookism boys with pregnant reader.

࿇ characters. gun/goo/jake/gitae

࿇ warnings. there’s not a lot of dialogue since i wanted to dive more into their thoughts regarding your pregnancy. basically shows their thoughts re: the news and how they act on it ࿇ author's note. this is set before they became girl dads! thank you for requesting and i apologize for taking so long, i’ve been a bit stuck with this.

part 1 found here.

GUN PARK

If anything, Gun had taken on the responsibility of a father easily compared to what you had initially thought.

Being in Gun Park’s life had meant that you were able to see the rawest, purest form of him—the one where you see the Gun Park who had easily cooked your favorite meal in the cutest way possible. The one where you see how gentle he can be whenever he tends to you despite his heavy hands that were used to beating up people. The one where you see how caring can he be to you and to your unborn daughter.

“Rest,” he says, not even bothering to look up at you as you watch him make another conconction—whatever you and the little one (as he likes to call her) craved for today. It was a little mix of everything, and while Gun had wanted to tell you that this is not healthy, he could not resist you and your cute little face.

So what if he had gone soft for you? You were the only one who could see that softness anyway, and it’s not like he had lost his edge. He still makes a living, completely barricading this part of life away from prying eyes and loud mouths—namely Goo and the rest of HNH—while ensuring that the Four Major Crews aren’t doing shit that could possibly tarnish whatever he had worked so hard for.

All that matters now is you and your daughter.

“But what if I don’t want to?” you argue lightly, though it sounded more of like a tease. Gun had a tendency to be overprotective, making sure that you’re comfortable. If you wanted a massage now, he would almost immediately drop the baking sheet to go and wash his hands before tending to you.

He was quite literally the textbook definition of a househusband.

“Aren’t you a little hardheaded this afternoon?” he asks, looking up to see you glowing. Gun thinks he might have a heart attack with how adorable you look in your maternity dress, how you have that cheeky expression in your face that he loves looking at.

And while he initially was fearful of the pregnancy, it looked good on you. Looked good to the point that he wanted another kid because you being so round with his daughter made his heart ache in the best way possible. “You should go and take a seat on the sofa. It’s like sitting on a cloud,” he says, knowing damn well that he had it imported from whatever country it came from only because he wanted you to be comfortable during this whole pregnancy.

“Yeah, but,” you start, sitting on the bar stool as you watched him pipe animated designs on several pieces of cookies. “It won’t be the same without you,” you say, happiness evident in your tone as you put a hand on your stomach. “And our princess wants to see her dad create a masterpiece on those cookies.”

That was enough to make Gun smile—a rare one to his colleagues, quite normal to you—and while he thought that was cheesy yet adorable, he has his own lines ready to quip.

“How funny,” he says as he finishes piping one of the cookies before handing it to you to taste. “Because our princess needs to know that she,” he points at your tummy. “Is mom and dad’s magnum opus.”

GOO KIM

Goo has done a lot of stupid things, and while they are stupid, they are well-calculated. He doesn’t make a move where he knows he’s on the losing end because Goo will always benefit in the end.

This, however, is not something that he had calculated. He was also unsure if he was going to benefit from this because he hadn’t thought this through. Maybe it was also the panic and anxiety talking because he’s not supposed to talk and think like this whenever you’re involved—making it sound like you’re just some random business deal that he needs to get over with when you’re not.

You’re worth more than whatever pile of money was waiting for him at the end of every goal he has.

Still, he can’t even deny it himself—the news had shaken him up. Though thanks to years of masking his feelings, he’s definitely a lot better at not showing whatever emotion that was about to consume him because you look so happy.

You look so happy at the fact that you’re giving him a child at this age. Goo wonders if you’re as crazy as he is because holy shit, the two of you were only, what? In your 20s?

You should be partying at the club and not getting knocked up by him because: a) he’s got a lot of shit to do in the underworld and he’s involved with incredibly dangerous people, b) he’s an idiot that wanted to go raw, and c) he’s unsure if he can be a great father to this kid.

Goo, at most, plans 5 steps ahead, but with you wanting to keep the baby, he must plan at least 10 steps ahead because God knows whatever life is going to throw at him next. He was still unsure about the pregnancy—the thought of being a father—but he sure as hell would give you everything to ensure that you only have a smooth and less-awful pregnancy.

So, months later, his protectiveness shows.

Really.

“Jungoo, I’m fine!” you argue with your boyfriend as he held your hand, the two of you descending down the stairs of your new home.

He was insane enough to get you a house—away from prying eyes so that you and your beloved baby girl will be safe, not worrying about anyone who could possibly attack the two most important people in his life. “I can go down the stairs just fine!” you exclaim.

And while you almost push him down the goddamn stairs, Goo keeps a tight grip on your hand, the other on the small of your back. “You don’t know that, cupcake,” he says gently, eyes flitting from your face to your pregnant tummy. He feels his heart swell a little because going through the ultrasounds, the parenting books, the look of the nursery—everything made him excited.

A far cry from his initial response to when he found out you were pregnant. “Let me do this for you, okay?” he says gently, trying not to trigger a possible mood swing from you. “Ugh, fine,” you retort, letting him dote over you. “Only because you look funny begging,” you say, in which you receive a face from him.

You think about how Goo had always been so mobile, always in one place and then another because he has business deals all over Seoul. But with you, he’s been so patient, the most he’s ever been considering he always liked to get things done in the quickest, Goo-est way possible.

“Thanks, Goo,” you murmur as he safely helps you down the stairs, your hand immediately resting on your stomach. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead before placing his hand on top of yours. “And for our sweet little angel too.”

JAKE KIM

Jake hadn’t really thought about being a father at such a young age.

Considering his lifestyle and as the leader of Big Deal, Jake had wanted to make sure that before anything like a pregnancy happens, or at least progresses, he had removed himself from the gang life.

Sure, he treats Big Deal like family because that’s what they are to him, but at the end of the day, there’s always a sick reminder in his head to never ever forget that it was still a gang—and the two of you having an unplanned pregnancy while he’s still the leader of the said gang makes him want to spiral into the abyss.

But even if he was in a state of shock and in worry, he doesn’t show that to you—not when you looked so horrified right in front of him, hands trembling, your tears instantly filling your lash line as you broke the news to him. You confirmed that you were indeed carrying his kid after a trip to the clinic.

“Hey,” he says as he holds your hand in his, engulfing them. “We’ll be okay,” he assures you in a quiet whisper, hunched down a little as makes a promise.

That’s what he tells you—often does, anyway. Jake was the type of person to reassure everyone around him that things were going to be okay, even if he himself was unsure of what the future holds. But he knows he’ll do something about it, make a plan—he had always been the type to step up no matter what challenge was thrown towards him.

A few weeks in your pregnancy, you began experiencing its symptoms. Jake could hear you retching your guts out in the bathroom, his immediate instinct was to get out of bed and quickly follow to help you. The swinging of the door was heard as you were keeled over, feeling his large hands help you with your hair before letting the other rest on your back.

His expression softens as he rubs your back. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, and you only hum a response in return because you didn’t feel like talking—the weight and realization of becoming a mother slowly sinking in with the symptoms.

Shit, he feels bad. Jake knows you well enough to know that you’re in deep thought, and he thinks that you wouldn’t have to carry majority of the burden if the two of you had been careful enough. But you wanted to keep the baby, and it’s your body therefore it’s also your choice. In the end, all Jake can do was be there for you and be the best support system for you.

“I’m here.”

GITAE KIM

Fatherhood is a foreign concept to Gitae.

If anything, he thinks—knows, that he’s not meant to be a father. He doesn’t have the gentleness and patience of a parent. Sure, maybe he can be stern, but never in his life did he think that he would be a father. Can you blame him if he didn’t know how to be one, given how he was born out of wedlock? How his own father barely acknowledged him, his first born, and so he turned into whatever this is.

All Gitae knows is that he was a man made to remove people—a man who resented his own parents; resenting them for giving him life when he didn’t ask for it.

He knows that being a parent isn’t for him. So when you told him you were pregnant, a multitude of thoughts had come to his head.

It was as clear as day whenever Gitae recalls the moment you broke the news to him.

How your voice trembled when you spoke to him, pupils looking like they were about to spill salty tears. How you were visibly shaken, making yourself look smaller in his presence, utterly distraught at the fact that you were pregnant when the two of you have been so careful. How you had endless apologies slipping from your lips, not bothering to look at him out of fear that he might get rid of you and your unborn child.

Gitae doesn’t know if the odd pain in his chest was normal whenever he remembers that devastated version of you that day. Even if the two of you had such an unconventional start in your relationship, at the end of the day, he still chose to risk it all with you despite not knowing the first steps in loving someone—in caring for someone other than himself.

At the end of the day, he still wants you in his life no matter how dangerous it was—because he had a silent promise not just to you, but to himself.

That he will protect you because he wants you standing by his side.

“You’re pregnant,” is what Gitae says as he looks down on you, the sentence he utters sounds more like a statement than a question. It was as if he doesn’t completely register the revelation you just told him—the look in his eyes could be described as two things: distant and hollow.

But this is you, not some random woman—not a concubine. So he tries to take it easy on you.

“Do you want to keep it?” Is the first thing he asks, and when you take a while to respond, he leans forward to hug you—a moment of reassurance and affection, quite rare. An unspoken I’ll be here for you. And once you said yes, Gitae steels himself for nine long months of pregnancy—and a lifetime of fatherhood.

Though, he thinks he’s faring better than expected.

Months later, he finds himself massaging your feet as you tell him about how your daughter was giving you a hard time today, constantly kicking, making you want to lay down constantly. And apart from that, pregnancy in itself made it quite heavy for you on your day-to-day, so you asked Gitae to give you a foot massage.

To which he surprisingly obliged.

He only hums as he listens to you, a grunt and even a small chuckle escaping from time to time. “Mi flor,” he speaks, looking at your stomach. “Don’t give your mama such a hard time. She’s already dealing with papa as it is,” he jokes lightly, but he doesn’t notice the slight look of concern that you give him.

He makes it sound so horrible dealing with him. Maybe to his enemies, yes, but Gitae had been nothing but different with you in the best way possible. “I’m sure our little flower just misses you,” you assure him lightly. “After all, papa had been gone majority of the day. She hasn’t heard your voice as much,” you tell him, and he glances at you with a softened expression.

“Is that so, mi flor?” he says, halting in his movements of tending to your feet as he sits next to you. “Well, papa’s here now,” he murmurs, rubbing your stomach gently, feeling his daughter kick, and that instantly brings a small smile on his lips.

“Should I tell you what mama and I plan on giving you when you’re born?” he asks his daughter.

“Would the world be enough, mi flor?”

[usertala]

getting hit on

characters: yuuji, gojo, nanami

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Itadori Yuuji

He doesn’t even register in his mind that you’re getting hit on. He just thinks someone’s being nice to you, which makes him happy. Though his thoughts change after the stranger makes some questionable comments.

“How about seeing a movie tomorrow? I could pick you up.”

What? His smile is erased from his face and he looks at the guy dead in his eyes.

“What are you talking about? Baby, we have dinner with Gojo-sensei tomorrow, right?” He smiles at you, and it looks forced. He tightens his hold on your waist and you smile.

“Yes, baby. We need to buy something sweet for him for Teacher’s Day.”

He turns to look at the guy and smiles at him. “Sorry, we have some errands tomorrow. You can just reschedule your movie date, maybe never?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Gojo Satoru

This man does not care about whoever is flirting with you; he knows they can’t compare to him. What matters to him is that your attention is on him and only him. But does this guy really need to be all smiley and have heart eyes for you? He can see the polite smile on your face, though he can’t hear your conversation as he’s having his own conversation with important people with names he can’t remember.

You two have been having a staring contest for a while when a guy came up to you, which caused you to break eye contact with him. He does not like that.

He smiles at the guests. “Excuse me, I need to take care of something.” With that, he heads towards you with a bright smile, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Hi, baby, who’s this?”

You introduce him to the man.

“Hmm, funny, I haven’t heard of you before. Baby, do you know him?”

You sigh. “No, Toru, he was just asking about the party.”

He points to Shoko. “You can ask her. She’d be delighted to tell you what you want to know. You’re a bother to us.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nanami Kento

Does he even get jealous? He’s very secure in your relationship; he knows that even when 100 men flirt with you, you won’t pay attention to them. Maybe going as far as being incredibly mean. But that doesn’t mean he likes the idea of these sleazy guys fawning over you right in his face. You have this tight-lipped smile on your face, fists clenched by your side, and an occasional twitch on your eye. He smirks, whatever this man was babbling about was clearly making you more irritated than flattered. He watches your face become neutral before your lips start to pout. That’s his cue.

“Good evening, I’d appreciate it if you’d get lost,” he says with a straight face.

“Excuse me?” the man says, before you start rolling your eyes at him.

“Kento, he keeps bothering me! Deal with it.” You glare at the man.

“Brat,” he muttered under his breath.

Though he didn’t say anything, his glare was enough to make the man take a hint and walk away.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[owe-143]

you’re contributing greatly to the fandom I praise you. Anyways-

Either one. Cuddle chat with the saja boys or comforting them I need fluff for lease and thanks! Have a good day/night!

Comfort buddy<3

A/N: HAHA, THANK YOUUU. I really loved this movie. Like I need to contribute. Have a good day/night as well and ty for requesting (i already did cuddling head cannons so I chose the comfort one! also kinda a character analysis-)

Warnings: none I believe

Fluff☁⭐

Saja boys (seperate) x Reader!

Jinu!

-He makes it quite obvious when he's bothered or not doing well

-will lean on you figuratively and literally

-be patient with him. He'll eventually open up

-and when he does it's an entire vent session

-he needs you to reassure him that everything will be okay

-even if he doesn't believe it himself. Hearing it from you is enough

Abs

-doesn't often show that he is vulnerable and wants comfort

-usually does things out of the usual to signal he isn't okay

-I think he's extremely insecure and needs reassurance all the time

-NEEDS HUGS. CRAVES THEM💔

-compliment him. make him feel good about himself again

-don't forget to make him laugh. memes or jokes or whatever. just get him smiling again<33

Romance

-will literally have the worst anxiety or panic attacks

-he gets overwhelmed really easily so like be super patient and calm

-getting him a gift will definitely lift his mood

-acts as if the world is ending so you have to bring him back down

-gets pissed off with his emotions easily. like help before he throws something😭

-watch movies or shows together. Specifically something funny or relaxed

Mystery

-this man is silently fighting his own demons I swear

-Doesn't really understand the way he feels most of the time so he will ignore it until he finally crashes out

-first comes to you for reasons, like why the hell does he feel not good

-stroke his hair or hold his hands

-oddly very emotional when his feelings catch up to him. will be sobbing into your shoulder

-hold him real close. cuddle him tightly and make sure he knows you're there

Baby

-claims that he is fine when clearly he's not

-you sorta have to give him space before eventually comes looking for kisses and hugs

-give this man food, he'll be better in no time

-that confident facade eventually breaks where he explains all his worries and just needs you to listen

-will pout like a toddler while you coddle him

-maybe childish, but do something like colouring or doodling. he likes doing fun things with you

[teememdee]

as a massive k/da fan i am so happy that kpop demon hunters was basically everything i wanted. my soul is full and healed

[soratsuart]

When writing about the normal route in Deltarune I like to ignore the meta aspect of the game and treat the Soul as its own character instead of just the player's self insert because it automatically makes its relationship with Kris way more complex and nuanced. Like. We all know Kris has it bad having their autonomy taken from them and whatever shady thing they got going on with Carol and the Knight, and of course they hate having to let the Soul possess them even if they need it, but many people have pointed out that the lack of autonomy is mutual and it becomes much more interesting the second the Soul becomes a person itself and not a player that objectively isn't so affected since, you know, we are real people in the real world- Imagine this: You are a being that just recently began to exist. A mysterious voice starts talking to you and offers you a life. They offer you an existence, they help you make a body of your own that you pour all your efforts into making perfect. You are excited to begin your life and explore the world... only to have it all taken from you at the last second. Suddenly you are in a body, yes, but it's not YOUR body, it's someone else's, with their own life and personality and they don't appreciate you being here as much as you. Now you have to pretend to be this other person, because what else are you supposed to do? But it's hard, because you don't have all the memories everyone else keeps referencing and you are painfully aware you keep acting out of character, the other conscious person inside the body makes sure you are aware.

Then you get thrown into a whole adventure and become the hero of a prophecy, with new people who don't really know the body you are inhabiting so you can be more yourself. You make friends, you both make friends and it's fun! But there is a constant reminder that no matter what, you both are screwd up. The original person loves these friends too, but they don't really know them all that well because it's always you at the wheel. You love your friends, but they don't know you because you have always only ever interacted with them behind as Kris.

You want to help. You want to be useful. You don't like hurting Kris, but you also can't help resenting them as much as they resent you because everything you have is really only theirs, and they hate you because everything they have is being taken by you. They have some hidden agenda going on and seem to be working with your enemies. You want to trust them but neither of you can or are willing to communicate. If you ever give up, the world ends. You are three days old.