#memo to me.

[dearest-tobio]

“i remember practicing how to ask you out.”

you laugh against tsukishima’s frame, looking up into his eyes. his contented smile instantly drops, morphing into a mock frown: “what’s so funny?”

“you?” you manage in between giggles. your fingers poke at tsukishima’s cheeks, tracing the reddish glow settling in them. “you? the high-and-mighty tsukishima kei? practicing how to ask me out?”

“shut up,” he muffles, burrowing his face in your hair. “i was nervous, ok?”

as you relish in the comfortable warmth, you take the moment to recall the day tsukishima kei, your long-time bestfriend, confessed his feelings for you.

you initially thought tsukishima was mad at you—he was equipped with an uneasy glower as he made his way towards your classroom. judging by the way your classmates dissipated at the very sight of him, the thought was a common one. no one was fond of an angry tsukishima kei.

“tsukki?” you asked, shifting from where you had been leaning on the wall. “anything wrong?”

the tall blonde remained unmoving, instead radiating wordless fury in droves. you sighed at the familiar action—this was not the first time tsukishima had gotten into a rut, and certainly not the last.

“tsukki,” you inquired further. “i’m here, if you want to talk. or not—”

suddenly, tsukishima smacked the space beside your ear, leaning his forehead to yours. after recovering from the shock of the sudden movement, all that was left in your senses was blatant confusion. “what in the—tsukishima kei, what are you doing?”

everything that followed happened in the blink of an eye.

the wall pinning. the hair-length distance. the term that came to mind—kabedon—and the realisation that dawned upon you: the blush in tsukishima’s cheeks weren’t spurred on by exasperation, but embarrassment.

“go out with me?”

of course, you had said yes to those four words. the assent had brought you here, cuddling in tsukishima’s arms. despite the eventual happy ending, you still thought his method of confessing was absolutely ridiculous. “i can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to confess by trying to kabedon me.”

“trying?” tsukishima huffs, adjusting his glasses. “that was a pretty successful attempt, if i say so.”

“mhm,” you hum, placing a hand on his chest. even with the knitted sweater tsukishima was wearing, you could still feel his heart race at your touch. “who even suggested the idea? doesn’t sound like something you would do.”

“yamaguchi. and hinata. in hindsight, i have no idea why i listened to those two in the first place. excruciatingly awkward, although—”

the annoyance splayed over tsukishima’s features reverted back into the smile he was donning earlier: gentle, feather soft.

“i’d go through all of that again if it meant being here with you.”

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[cyanparadis]

hey. i'm curious. what made you pick that name as your alias? Please tell me cuz i think just like blog url there is a little story behind it.

[22mzk03]

I watched inside out guys, and that means that I now have so many Anxiety doodles because she is SO CUTE. Yet Im posting these two first because wlw always wins!

[wasabi-gumdrop]

oh

i am. unwell.

[spacecolonie]

egg memo 17

[three-realms-archive]

The RAD School Play

Imagine a school play at RAD. Complete with auditions drama, handmade sets and a whole lot of the regular brand of Devildom shenanigans.

MC’s participation in a play staring two, main leads - which share a romantic kiss at the end, no less - seems to have been really bad for auditions. Diavolo had thought advertising you as one of the main leads would encourage some healthy competition and draw in more sign-ups, so he initially gave you the role.

But then Lucifer had shown up to the next student council meeting with twenty pages instead of the one sign-up sheet the Prince had put up on RAD’s bulletin board. On the sheets collectively, was a sign-up from every student at RAD.

So now, you’re the director and the judge for auditions instead! Diavolo is very proud of this new plan because it solves the problem of getting a more reasonable number of actors, whilst also firing up the auditions. No one wants to look foolish in front of MC after all.

The MC.

The Master of the Avatars of Sin.

Demons figured that one ruling over the Avatar of Greed alone must have demanding taste; let alone one ruling all seven brothers. So you watch everyone give it their all, pulling out all the stops, tricks and twirls in hopes that they can catch your eye.

… Little do they know, you’ve already made up your mind about who’s playing the leads. You pull out the profile of one of your demon friends from your Seductive Speechcraft class - then the profile of her current crush, whom she’s been gushing to you about ever since his seat was moved next to hers. They have good chemistry, had done great auditions, and most importantly…

… You’ve been shipping them for so, so long now. Some would call this an abuse of power but, eh.

You’re the MC.

(this was a little inspired by high school musical - i may turn this into a larger fic with stuff from all the characters if it gets popular enough :D we need more of mc being a harmless menace, like abusing their popularity to play matchmaker at rad lol)

[darkshrimpemotions]

When are we gonna spiral about the fact that Guillermo HYPNOTIZED HIS MOM. On INSTINCT. Something a lot of vampires clearly struggle with and take time to get good at, something Nandor himself only got good at after over SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS. And Guillermo does it EASILY on his FIRST TRY because he's protecting Nandor. 😭

[zooophagous]

Below zero. WIP

[iindigoeyed]

another late night at the diner

[beescake]

Sorry for the spam (^o^;) I just really like your blog

no need to apologize ayy!

in this corner we welcome all forms of enjoyment, regardless of whether you're a

happy to have yall here w me,

headin into homestuck 2024 :^)

[dearest-tobio]

“out of us three, i never thought atsumu would get married first.”

miya osamu turns to face you, approaching him with two glasses in hand. he steals a second to admire you in the wisps of moonlight—you looked ethereal, always have been, but tonight most particularly. osamu rolls his eyes as he takes the glass from you, part disdain, part cheeky happiness for his brother.

“yep. never would’ve thought someone would want ta be with that idiot.”

you laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “give him some credit, ‘samu.”

it is but a nickname, one that you’ve called osamu since you were kids, but it still yields the power to soar his heart into the clouds. 

“‘tsumu’s always been a charmer,” you continue, “getting confessions left and right.”

“i remember that one time, that girl from another class? she mistook you for ‘tsumu and ran away after she gave you a bunch of snacks along with a sappy love letter.”

osamu snorts, recalling all the instances that he was mistaken for his twin. growing up, they had similar hairstyles and interests. it was no surprise that people had a hard time differentiating between them. 

maybe that was part of the reason why atsumu chose to dye his hair piss blonde as a first-year. of course osamu was roped into it, but he chose an unassuming grey finish instead. ma didn’t receive the change very well—she was angry for weeks—but osamu always thought it was worth it because of you. 

he still remembers the first time you saw him with grey hair, bubbling worry in anticipation to what you’ll say. you noticed atsumu’s new style first, mocking his ridiculous shade in front of the whole team. even kita-san cracked a smile as you hurled insult after insult, immune to atsumu’s whines about how it was fashionably empowering.

“so did ‘samu get his hair done t—oh.”

your eyes met osamu’s, and you float over to him across the hard vinyl floor. your hand reached out across the air to brush the strands on the side of his head. in that moment, osamu realises he’s never felt so raw, so exposed. logic snaps at him to get himself together, but your touch was intoxicating. what was he thinking?

“you look good, ‘samu.” your soft smile is ingrained instantly in his head, as well as the words that follow after: “grey suits you.”

osamu brings himself back to the present, with only you and the cool night air for company. the wedding party inside is still going strong, but out here is a world of its own. out here, it’s quiet, and out here it’s only the two of you.

“you know, ‘samu. i’ve always wondered why you didn’t date back in high school up ’til now. i betted on you tying the knot first.” 

all words seem to die in osamu’s throat—how can he explain that it’s you? it’s always been you? you, who stuck through all the late night cramming sessions. you, who came to each and every volleyball game. you, who stood by him at every hurdle that came at onigiri miya, until his onigiris were renowned all over hyogo.

he doesn’t want to imagine the day you text excitedly in the groupchat about someone you’ve met, the first date, and the second, and the third. he can’t place himself in that position, not now, not ever. but he keeps his secret to himself, for one more night. for the foreseeable future.

“i don’t know,” he replies. “guess i haven’t found that someone yet.”

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[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴: (99/?)

[bitchslapblastoids]

Hey so the fact that we literally never once saw Dan put his hand on Phil’s shoulder in that tender little clutching way not once in 15 years and then in the last month it’s felt like he’s done it 267 times is diabolical

Very “you must’ve missed the memo” of him like “oh don’t you know? I do this all the time this is a normal little habit I have I touch his little shoulder for gentle emphasis where have you been” when like NO. We’ve been here. You don’t do that. WHERE WAS THE MEMO.

[toziers]

Are you ready to return to Derry?

This September 6th marks the five year anniversary of the release of It: Chapter 2. In honor of the monumental occasion, I ( @toziers) am hosting a content posting week that will run from Friday, September 6th to Friday, September 13th. All Losers-centered content, both writing and art, are welcome! The goal is to flood the tags with old fics you never got around to finishing, or art ideas that have been scratching at your brain for years. Additionally, there is no limit for how many works you'd like to post.

More information on how to sign up for posting blocks will be shared in the handy-dandy discord server in the coming weeks. This server is a place to connect with other artists/writers/fans, encourage each other through the pains of creation, or just generally cheerlead each other on! There will be admin-hosted movie nights to stream the original It content, as well as any movies the creators' AU's are based on. You do not need to participate in the final posting to join the discord. However, it is a 17+ server due to the nature of It: Chapter 2, which is a Rated R movie.

Click here to join the server - and please feel free to crosspost to other sites. We hope to see you comehomecomehomecomehome!

[szynkaaa]

Pingping is very cute, I wished we got more scene with the "real" her. In chapter 5 she hides and clings onto the Destined One few times and also calls him 好哥哥 (litereally transaltion good big brother).

In my head, with Oz she is the one who freed Pingping in her fox form fangling from the tree while the Destined One was battling. And seeing as there is another girl there, Pingping clings onto Oz and calls her 好姐姐 (big sister), despite Pingping being 500+ years older than Oz.

The Destined One is having none of that :d and that's how the Red Boy figured out his weakness

me too, Pingping, me too

also love how couple seconds before that when Pingping turns around to talk to the Destined One he visibly jumped back LMFAO

[scalproie]

shaved him