#so anyway yeah I have an obvious preference for character making

[za-ra-h]

Long haired character with the hair falling like liquid all over them as they’re hurt and on their knees

[icewindandboringhorror]

Other Misc. Rambling Thoughts on the topic:

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(*not that there's anything super personal or weird about the addition, just that it's meant to be kind of casual Side Commentary, not really part of the Main Point Of The Poll, so it would feel kind of weird for it to be emphasized by being included in reblogs unless the reblogs were explicitly about the side commentary, etc..... if that makes sense.. ANYWAY!)

It's neat to read the written descriptions that people are mentioning in the tags, since it's almost like I can see or conceptualize the idea as well, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING it.

Like for example: I can imagine a vase, it's a muted mint green and slightly translucent, elaborate golden birds sprawled down the side in streaks of thin rough watery paint, the base material shimmers gently in the light, there's a small chip where it's cracked on the handle, etc, etc. .. But as I'm thinking about this I see literally nothing.

It seems like perhaps some people can visualize an object first, and THEN describe what they see. But I sort of work backwards. I am building the object in my mind, I can never see it, but it's a collection of concepts. Rather than visualizing all details as a whole at once, I am adding each detail one by one, building onto the IDEA of the thing.

The vase doesn't have a crack on the handle because I just automatically visualized a vase with a crack. It was more that I cognitively understand the concept of a vase, what they tend to be made out of, how they tend to look and feel, the properties they have. So based purely on that knowledge, I can imagine "a chip is something that a vase could have, it would look this way and behave this way" - more like... I'm constructing a bullet point Fact List about the object rather than seeing it.

So if you tell me to imagine an object, I can, in a way, imagine that object in great detail, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING those details, more just knowing it's qualities in a purely conceptual way. Sometimes in the tags when people are like "yeah I can see the skin of the apple, texture, little dots on the surface" it's like… I can imagine that too, I can know it's there, but just with no visual attached.

I guess rather than SEEING something and going ''ah. I know what this looks like because I have seen it''. I more just skip that visual step entirely and go ''I know what this looks like, I just randomly have a list of information about the concept in my mind.'' etc. Maybe similar to how sometimes in dreams, even though a house may look completely different and be in an entirely fake 'dreamlike' environment, you just somehow KNOW intuitively that it's meant to be your childhood home or something. Even when it looks nothing like it in reality. There's a built-in base knowledge of the properties or information of some things within a dreaming mind, etc.

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This also makes me wonder about like.. how storytelling and myth is so important to cultures all across time. Or how this could tie also into concepts of religion.. etc. etc. If so many people really can kind of conjure these vivid images in their mind, then maybe that's part of why certain things are so meaningful to them? Like a "religious experience" being something you can actually really SEE/feel/lingering with you in your head, rather than just abstract words on a page, detached purely theoretical ideas, etc... hmmm

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Plus also just for average emotional stuff too, even outside of broader cultural conceptual attachments..

Like, I don't think there's a direct 1 to 1 link (obviously not all people with mental illnesses that significantly reduce their emotional or expressive capacity also MUST have aphantasia or vice versa), but it's interesting as someone who DOES also have a much more lessened emotional range/pretty flat affect/etc. etc. to think like.. Maybe I WOULD be more emotional, in a way, if I could have these vivid experiences..?

Perhaps memories would hold deeper significance if they could really stay with me vividly. Or storytelling would evoke more of a deep emotional reaction to me if I could really picture and feel the things that are going on. If things were more TANGIBLE in my brain, rather than always merely conceptual highly abstracted ideas.

Kind of like, it's probably easier to get over the death of a pet or something, if after not seeing them for an hour you already don't remember what they looked like (beyond just a vague fact list of traits), and you have no vivid memories or mental reminders of them (beyond just factual information stores). COGNTIVIELY you can appreciate the idea of their absence, of course, you still miss them, but there's just no remaining visceral sensory ties. A very "out of sight, out of mind" sort of thing in terms of attachments, memories, emotions, etc. Maybe certain things are easier to "get over", when you're not having constant mental sensory reminders that occasionally rekindle your feelings about the event or etc.??

(like for example, maybe someone could remain angry about an argument longer if they could vividly replay it in their head over and over again. VS just like.. 'Yes I can factually recall the fact I had an argument, and I do have knowledge stored about what precisely was said, but any sort of sensory data such as sights/smells/feelings, etc. from the actual moment of the event are long gone and can never be conjured again in my mind." etc.)

Which again, I think lessened emotional permanence and image permanence in the mind are NOT inherently linked, can all be caused by different things for different people. And, since I can't visualize anything in my head, maybe I'm misunderstanding how it happens and the effect it may have on stuff like remembering things you miss or replaying arguments, etc. etc. But it's still a little interesting to think about, if they could influence each other to some degree.... :0c --

Lastly, It's also weird because I'm actually pretty good at estimating distance and spaces? I can quickly assemble furniture without an instruction manual, pretty easily have a concept of how much space a chair may take up in a room, how two mechanical parts might fit together - BUT, I am literally not actually visualizing anything. I cannot see 3D objects in my mind at ALL. It's like.. just based on the pure List Of Facts About Things Which I Have Observed.. I can intuitively go "oh this works like this/this is this size" just because.. I know it's that size. I don't have to see anything to know..?

But then on the other hand, I'm terrible at directions without a map (I guess because a 3d outdoor environment has WAY more complexity than like.. "Will this square fit into another square?"etc. lol ).

BUT, I also draw/sculpt/etc. entirely without references, and seem to do mostly okay at that..? Like.. I can't even remember the last time I actually used a reference or looked at anything whilst drawing. It's all muscle memory, and me just adjusting as I go until something "looks right" on paper, I never have a set image in my head (or external reference) before hand.. Hrmm....

AND.. I used to say that I had a photographic memory when I was younger, which I know NOW is not true (I always thought it was just an expression, not that people could literally see things in a photographic way). But what I was describing is, I do often associate information with imagery, just... without imagery....

Like "Oh, I know that I took my medicine earlier today because I have a distinct memory, a snapshot of a moment in time, of me rattling the pill bottle in my hands as I looked up at a stop sign while in the back seat of a car". When I say this, I can't ACTUALLY see/feel/hear a pill bottle, or vividly picture a stop sign, but it's more just a factual recall, of. Even though I don't see these things, I know they happened, the information of them happening (me hearing a sound and also looking at a stop sign at the same time) has been stored in my brain as a memory, a collection of linked facts. --

As for other senses, I cannot taste or feel anything in my head AT ALL.. wild that some people mention that. I mean, again, I can have a purely factual recall as if reading a textbook, knowing the information of 'X item typically has X texture, therefore I can imagine what it may be like to feel it' or 'X usually has this taste' etc. - but I can never actually experience those senses in any capacity in my mind alone. I would say audio is my strongest mental sense (maybe a 2.5 or 3 (if it were translated onto the above scale where 1 is most vivid and 5 is nothing)), then visual (4.5 at most, usually 5), and then taste and smell and such are just complete 5, absolutely nothing, I didn't even know people could experience taste or feeling just in their mind alone.. lol...

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[arbitrarykiwi]

OH.MY.GOD. i absolutely loved ur nam-gyu fic it was actually insane, it was sooo juicy, so well written, so in character!!! i literally loved every single word i can’t stress this enough😫😫 please write more about nam-gyu!! i would also like to see a more loser side of him since in ur fic he was like sooo suave but i feel like he’s really just. some guy getting minimum wage to promote a fuckass club. ANYWAY! thank u so much!!!

I Like 'em Weird

HEEEYYY!! Thank you soo much for your kind words, catch me crying sobbing and throwing up 😩😩. When I saw this request I got right to work I was so excited. Admittedly this was a bit challenging for me (I’m a sucker for the sugar daddy/sweet talker trope) but I tried my best and I hope you like it!! I had so much fuckin fun 🤭🤭🤭

Warnings: Smut (18+), drug usage, sex while under the influence, awkward! Nam-gyu, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, sex in a club, sex in a club bathroom, thigh fucking, choking, squiring, creampie

When you went to the club with your friends, on a Friday night with a plan to get fucked up and laid, they didn’t not think you were referring to the awkward club promoter who hung around the egotistic, purple haired rapper, Thanos, like a lap dog.

You were acquaintances with the rapper, he’s been frequenting the club you often find yourself at with your friends recently. Hell, he’s even bought your whole friend group rounds and rounds of shots- he’s even hit on you a couple times. But he was not your type.

The club promoter that was always next to him, black jacket over his hands, ringed fingers frequently coming up to cover his mouth, glaring at most people around, not trying to have every hot girl sit on his lap or dance on him like his purple haired counterpart part- now he was your type.

When Thanos showed up, beginning to frequent the club a few months ago, you saw more of the odd promoter on the club floor. You knew he worked there as a promoter but he always seemed to be in the back, preferring only the drugs of the scene rather than the whole scene itself.

A few weeks back when you found yourself at this same club, with Thanos walking over from his VIP table to buy your friends drinks, you finally asked him about the black haired shadow he seemed to have. “Oh him? That’s my boy Nam-su!!” Thanos said throwing an arm loosely around your shoulder. “You like him, he’s a charmer isn’t he?” Thanos drunkenly said looking back over to where ‘Nam-su’ was.

He was seated on the sofa, looking around erratically. He was glaring at pretty much anyone who came near him. No girls even looked his way. You and Thanos watched on as he leaned over the glass table in front of him and begins to snort a line of whatever substance was on the table.

Yeah, real charmer.

But something about him made you crave him. You wanted to fuck him. “Yeah….So his names Nam-su?” You ask again, trying to make sure you remember it. “Yep! That’s my boy Nam-Su!!!!!” Thanos calls out loudly, enough it’s apparently heard over the loud music by the so called ‘Nam-su’, who looks up and glares over at the two of you before rolling his eyes.

“Doesn’t look to happy does he?” You ask with an uneasy laugh. One of the bartenders who brings you a drink leans over the bar and laughs “That’s ‘cause that ain’t his name. His name is Nam-gyu.”

So there you found yourself that Friday with a goal in mind. You needed Nam-gyu. So after getting more than a few drinks in your system and your friend dragging you over to Thanos’ little group- you decided to put your plan in action.

He was currently sitting next to Thanos, rolling up a blunt, his hands shaking and his leg bouncing. Thanos was talking up some girls, having took the blunt that Nam-gyu originally rolled for him and Thanos; sharing it among the group of girls who threw themselves at the rapper.

He was pissed to say the least, the blunt he rolled now being wasted and not passed to him. He sat there a scowl on his face as he very obviously mumbled to himself, and conveniently there was a spot on the couch next to him.

You make your way over, sitting down next to him. He immediately looks up, looking at you like you’re crazy. Why the fuck were you coming over to him? He was never really a ladies man, sure he had experience but not with a woman such as yourself. You were way out of his league he thought.

You lean your elbow on your leg, resting your chin in your palm as you look at him. “Mind if I join?” You say in a sickly sweet voice, smiling at him. Instead of flirting or acting as suave as Thanos- he looks at you like you’re stupid.

You can practically read the ‘Why the fuck are you even near me, I’m not sharing my shit with you’ look. You can tell he really doesn’t even realize you’re flirting with him. You groan and reach into your bra, pulling out a bad of weed and a small bag of white powder. “Chill out, I’ll match with you.” You say laughing, offering the substances out.

This seems to catch his attention. He raises an eyebrow conspiratorially, “This isn’t going to get you on some pedestal with him, you’re better off dancing on him.” He says, and oh fuck his voice is so delicious, it’s wavering, a low tone, almost like he’s anxious to be talking to you, like he expects you to only be doing this to somehow get closer to the purple haired rapper.

You laugh, the sounds catches him of guard and makes he heart thump against his chest in a way he despises. “I’m not trying to get on some pedestal with him.” You say pointing over to Thanos, “If anything I’m trying to get on ‘some pedestal’ with you.” You finish, pointing to him.

The words make him think he’s hallucinating, he’s questioning how much drugs he’s done tonight. He’s never been with a girl like you, he’s not even sure he’d know what to do with himself.

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” He mumbles taking your bad of weed from you. He inspects it, like he’s expecting you to hand him some trash weed. “It’s not weak shit, ‘s good.” You say pointing to it as he takes a nug out and inspects it.

“I dunno. Girls like you usually have shit weed.” He grumbles. You furrow your eyebrows and scoff. “The fucks that supposed to mean?” You ask, he doesn’t answer, only responding with another question of his own, “Can you roll?” He asks it like he already knows the answer and you can’t.

He really was not the ladies man. No wonder you didn’t ever see him leaving the club with a female companion. You decide to not answer him, instead just reaching over to grab your weed back from him. He assumes that you’re gonna take your stash and leave but you don’t.

You grab the cigar off the tray in front of him, the one he was about to begin to roll when you showed up. Beginning to split it, your nails run down the cigar breaking it open dumping the tobacco onto the rolling tray into the pile already accumulated by the past blunts smoked by the group.

He watches on, surprised by how well you do it. He wasn’t too impressed by the girls Thanos usually had rolling- but you? Well it made him less uneasy. But he was still so awkward next to you.

You could see him out of the corner of your eye, beginning to break down the weed with hands that would not stop shaking. Admittedly you loved the visual, his long slender fingers rolling the weed to break it down, adorned with a couple silver rings, it was a real treat. But it was so interesting to see him work like that, like he truly had no idea you actually found him attractive.

You reach over to grab some of the weed he was breaking down, purposefully running your hand along his, your manicured nails dancing along the top of his hand. It makes him freeze, you can see him tense up. You draw your hand back to begin to fill the wrap with the weed you picked up. You think maybe you’re shit out of luck- that he really wasn’t interested. But, when you look up to his face his eyes are trained on where the feeling of your fingers lingered on his hand and the corner of his bottom lip was caught in his teeth.

“I’m not gonna bite y’know…” You say in a soft sweet tone, scooting closer to him so your thighs press against his. You’re shoulder to shoulder. “I know..” he mumbles in response, dusting his hands off and then leaning his elbows on his knees. He’s sat forward, arms hanging down between his knees.

His eyes turn towards you, anxiously darting around your face, tracing the column of your neck, to your collar bone, to where your super low cut dress digs into the swell of your breasts, making it look like your tits we’re nearly ready to fall out of the dress, then down lower to where his eyes lock on to where your bare thigh presses against him.

His eyes then watch on as you expertly roll the blunt, tucking it into itself. You leave a part of it unrolled, your tongue coming out to lick at the blunt. He thinks his heart stopped or maybe his heart beat is all the way in his dick- he doesn’t know. But he watches as your tongue slowly lathes over the wrap, it’s like you’re putting on a show that was only for him. He can feel himself getting uncomfortably hot.

You finish, your eyes turning towards him as you fold down the flap, sealing the blunt, and then passing it over to him. “Is it up to your standards, sir?” You say teasingly, leaning towards him a bit more. You can see the way his Adam’s Apple bobs when he swallows thickly when the nickname falls from your lips.

He brings one of his hands up to his mouth, dragging the skin down, like you would literally be the death of him- like he’s trying to compose himself. You really haven’t done much and you already seem to have an effect on him- oh you’re fucking him tonight.

He snatches the blunt from you, inspecting it. He hated to admit it was good, maybe even better than the ones he would roll, but he wouldn’t tell you that. “‘S good enough.” He says and shrugs. “Woooow” you say laughing, “I see how it is…tough crowd.”

He puts the blunt in his mouth and grabs a lighter. He looks ungodly good with the blunt hanging loosely from his lip as he searches for a lighter. He looks to the table to try and find the lighter he brought- it wasn’t there. Maybe in his pocket? His hands pat the pocket of his jacket and jeans, it wasn’t there.

Then you’re leaning over him, flicking a lighter that you brought and lighting the blunt. When he begins to inhale, his eyes lock with yours, taking in the way you look against the red-orange hue of the flame. When the blunt is lit, you flick the lighter off and slowly lean back.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, settling back into the couch and hitting the blunt. As the smoke slowly flows out of his mouth, he hands the blunt out to you. You move to lean on the back of the couch, one arm propped up. Your chest was pressed into his as you lean even closer to him to grab the blunt. As you put it to your mouth and inhale your eyes never leave his.

He looks at you as if you’re a puzzle he’s trying to solve. Here you were, all up on him, in a cute little leather dress and heels that looked like they were more than his rent for a month, all with a pretty little face to match.

You let the smoke sit in your mouth before letting slip past your lips only the smallest bit before inhaling through your nose. He could feel himself become hot, shifting his hips forward on the couch to adjust his cock that begins to swell against his thigh.

“So you’re a promoter here?” You ask, and suddenly he seems to connect the dots (or at least he thinks he does). You probably wanted free drinks or a vip booth or free cover, but all that- anything he gives out, comes out of his pocket and he hardly had money for the weed he was smoking now.

“Yeah. But I can’t get you free cover, or drinks, or a VIP band.” He says curtly, inhaling from the blunt you handed back to him. You scoff, a bit offended he felt so little of you but with the people he hangs around, and the girls of the scene; you can’t blame him for thinking that.

“I don’t care about that. Was just tryin’ to make conversation with you.” You say pouting. He quirks up an eyebrow and laughs, “Okay, humor me..” he says turning to lean closer to you, “then why are you talking to me, you didn’t want my drugs, you don’t want to get closer to Thanos, don’t want free drinks or VIP, what the fuck could you possibly want from me?”

You take the blunt back as he passes it, inhaling before speaking, “Simple. You’re hot. I wanna fuck.” You say shrugging. He’s not even hitting the blunt and he chokes, sitting up straight and looking at you wide eyed like he hallucinated the whole thing. You laugh at his reaction, it’s a genuinely loud laugh that has you clutching your stomach.

“You…what?” He asks, his voice unsure, like you’re speaking a different language. He did not expect those words. you giggle again, “Here, I’ll put it a different way….” You muse as you lean closer, your faces inches apart. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.” You say annunciating every word, your free hand that is resting against the back of the couch reaching out to play with a strand of his hair.

“Yeah, okay..” he says swallowing and nodding excitedly. “Let’s go.” He finishes. You shake your head “We still got nearly a whole blunt to finish, we’re not leaving anywhere just yet.” You grin, your hand holding up the blunt. He looks at you like a kicked puppy, pouring.

You roll your eyes “So eager. We can have a little fun while it finishes, everyone here is busy themselves or drugged out of their mind.” You coo to him, he looks at you confused. You laugh softly to yourself, your free hand grabbing the hand that’s resting on his bouncing leg that’s close to you. You guide his hand to your inner thigh, dragging it up your flesh until his pinky finger is brushing against your clothed pussy.

His breath catches in his throat, fuck, you’d be the death of him. His hand turns, his fingers almost immediately fall into a rhythm of rubbing up and down your cunt over your panties. It makes you bite your lip and nod in approval, the small movement of praise and the feeling of your warm cunt beginning to soak through your panties onto his finger makes his cock swell to a large tent in his jeans one that was impossible to hide.

You remove your hand from over his, reaching over to grip his cock over his jeans, massaging the bulge. His head throws back, landing against the back of the couch. “Come on now..” you say, emphasizing your words with a particularly hard squeeze, “still gotta be with it enough to hit the blunt.” You tease handing it over to him.

He doesn’t lift his head, instead he reaches out blindly to grip your hand, fingers wrapping around your hand to find the blunt. He grips it, pulling it to his mouth. You let out a surprised squeak when his hand moves to push your panties to the side, his fingers returning to your bare cunt.

When he feels the warmth of your bare pussy against his hand he lets out a moan around the blunt that he pulls from his mouth. His fingers dip into your folds, just feeling you. You’re already beginning to get wet, allowing his fingers to move easily as he begins to spread your arousal around.

You pass the blunt back and forth, never stopping your ministrations on each other. You couldn’t help but to grind against his hand, catching your clit on his palm with every roll of your hips. You’re dripping over his hand, only making him even more desperate for anything you’re willing to give him. He doesn’t say anything, he literally thinks he couldn’t if he even tried.

Your hand continues to massage his clothed erection, your hand moving up and down over the fabric, cupping the girth of his cock. You knew the possibility of someone looking on and seeing the two of you was high, but the idea only made you wetter. You knew it would be quite a show, and anyone who saw it would be too drunk or high to remember it the next day. So if they wanted to look on, let them.

When you let the last hit you took roll out over your mouth and look over to him to pass him the blunt, you’re met with a delightful sight. He’s leaned back in the couch, head thrown back as he takes the blunt. His legs are spread wide, hips rolling up to meet your hand.

When he hands the blunt back to you, you realize it’s basically at the end of its life so you’re putting it out on the ash tray and scooting closer to him. Your nose trails up his neck until your lips reach his earlobe. “The blunt’s done.” As soon as the words left your mouth his head shoots up and he turns to you.

His eyes trace over your face frantically as if he’s searching for some sign that you backed out of the idea you proposed. “Still wanna fuck?” You ask simply, playing with a silver chain that he has around your neck. He nods frantically, “God, yes..” he says breathlessly.

You giggle and pull him into you by his jacket. When you kiss him you can feel him tense up a bit, he takes a second to relax and when he does he’s melting into you. His lips move with yours, a little messy but it’s so desperate and eager you don’t even care. You’re pulling him impossibly closer to you, your tongue snaking into his mouth.

You begin to stand off the couch, pulling him with you so you two don’t break. When he’s standing fully his hands are on you, on your waist, on your ass, just feeling you. You were like the many porno mags and videos he’s jacked off to, nothing like anyone he’s actually fucked before.

He hardly could pay for his apartment so he normally worked over time at the club you found yourself in for overtime that was hardly worth it. So the girls he usually fucked were shitty hook ups in the ally or even using a glory hole that’s in the club, but you? You were a whole new caliber for him and he wanted to make every moment of it.

You pull away panting, he’s the same. “C’mon.” You simply say and drag him off to the back hallway of the club where the bathrooms were. Once you make it to the hallway, you’re back on him, kissing him with a fury as you guide the two of you into the ladies bathroom.

You two fumble through the door, crashing into the wall of the bathroom. His mouth is doing wonders, you’re addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours and he is the exact same.

The kiss is desperate, like he’s worried you’ll rip away from him and go off into the crowd of the club never to be seen again. You pull him into one of the stalls of the bathroom by the fabric of his shirt. When you have him in one of the bathroom stalls you’re pushing him backwards, his back collides with door, closing the stall.

You’re thankful that the bathroom was decently clean, sure the walls were covered in graffiti and there was most certainly a glory hole carved into the wall of the stall- but the toilets and floor were free of piss and vomit- which is why you picked the girls bathroom in the first place, hoping to get the better end of the bargain between pick of bathrooms.

His hand drops from your hip, reaching behind him to fumble with the lock of the stall, latching it in place. His hand is back on your hip, like he needed to feel you and any moment away from you is like he’d die. You pull away from his lips and you swear you could cum from the facial expression he has alone. His eyebrows are upturned in desperation, his mouth parted as he try’s to catch his breath.

You don’t give him time to, your lips begin to trail down his jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses as you move down his neck. His grip on your hips is like a vice, his nails beginning to leave crescent shaped marks where they dig into the leather fabric of your dress.

His hands move around your back and down gripping at the leather of your dress to pull it up over your ass. His hands are against your flesh almost instantly, meeting your ass and gripping at the flesh, squeezing it and kneading it in his large hands

You could feel his pulse as you kissed along the side of his neck, it was erratic and hard, like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. You nipped and sucked at his pale skin, leaving red and purple hues in your wake. Marking him as yours.

“Y-you’re a fucking minx..” he says breathlessly, his head kicked back against the bathroom door. You bite particularly hard at his shoulder, he grits his teeth and growls, a sound that makes your cunt throb. One of his hands pulls back to slap your ass, it’s a hard, sharp sting; the sound resounding through the bathroom. You moan against his skin and arch back into his hands.

He lets out a breathless laugh, like he truly can’t believes that you are on him right now. He wasn’t a virgin, far from it. But the girls he was with were never anything to write home about, always a drugged out one-night stand, him usually doing all the work for her to only do the bare minimum if it meant the girl got drugs.

But you? Oh fuck. He genuinely thought he was dreaming.

“Mhm…I know…” you mumble out between giggles. Your hands run up his chest and up to his shoulders, beginning to push the jacket he had on off his shoulders. He beats you to it though, he’s so eager.

He shoves his jacket he was wearing off his shoulders, taking it off and grabbing it, beginning to move to throw it over the bathroom stall. But you grab it moving to bunch it up and toss it on the ground between you two. “Bitch, what the-“ you can see him about to begin to scold you for dropping his jacket to the floor, his voice angered. But he’s cut off when you drop to your knees

“Oh…” he breathes out, looking down at you in awe. “Yeah, ‘oh’” you mock with a giggle, your hands running up his thighs, and then trailing inward to grip at the bulge in his jeans. Your smile widens as you hear the choked gasp he lets out. “For someone who was so callous and cold with me up until a couple of minutes ago, you’re really hard aren’t you?” You say looking up at him.

He lets out a sound that resembles a growl, looking down at you with the same angry stare but his eyebrows are turned up, the telltale sing of his desperation he’s trying to hide. You make quick work of undoing his button and zipper. You pull his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.

You figured he’d be packing, but fuck. He was long and heavy, veins running along the underside in tantalizing lines. It has your mouth watering.

“Fuck you’re huge..” you praise as you run your hands up and down his thighs, leaning in to place gentle kisses along the side, starting at the base of his cock and working your way up. “You’re a dream..” he mumbles out, more to himself than you. It makes you giggle, pulling away before placing a kiss on the tip of his cock, your tongue coming out to lap at the bead of pre-cum that beads at his red and angry tip.

“No, ‘m real.” You hum, placing another kiss to the underside of his tip. He shudders. You turn your head to the side, sticking your tongue out and pressing his cock to it. You slide your tongue back and forth a few times, wetting his cock. “What’s it gonna take for me to prove I’m real?” You say looking up at him with a pout, as you speak your lips brush against his dick.

“Hmm, I know! Fuck my throat.” You say with a grin, looking up at him. You watch as he bites his bottom lip, a muffled moan coming out of his throat. “That should make you know this isn’t a dream.” You giggle as you part your lips, slowly slinking down onto his cock.

When he passes through your soft lips and into your warm mouth his stomach tenses, a groan coming through his closed mouth. You move your head down, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. Your tongue flattening to lick at the veins on the underside of his dick.

His eyes finally open, looking down at the sight below him and letting out the breath he had been holding. He reaches down, cupping your face to feel how stretched out your jaw was- yet you’re taking him so well. His hand moves to the back of your head, beginning to guide you up and down his cock. Your eyes never stop looking up at him, taking him in your throat so fucking well.

If he were to die right here and now, he would be a happy man. The heaven that was your mouth was something he didn’t know he was aching for, for what seemed like years; even if he just met you- like the solace that was your mouth was the answer to all his problems.

And so he began to take it out on you. Which is just what you wanted. Both his hands meet at your head, cradling your skull as he begins to thrust his cock into your throat. You brace your hands against his thighs, pushing his jeans and underwear down further so you can rest skin to skin.

His hands push you down his cock, letting out a strangled groan as your tongue lathes over the entirety of his dick as he begins to draw it in and out of your warm, wet mouth. His head is thrown back against the stall, his mouth parted, letting all the little gasps and whines he’s letting out be heard for anyone in the bathroom.

His head lolls to the side, his eyes that were screws shut open to look down at you and when he catches your gaze he lets out a breathless gasp, “H-hah….you sure know how to suck cock don’t you?” He rasps out, trying to seem unfazed but his shaky words give him away.

You purposefully begin to make filthy slurping sounds, head pushing down farther than his hands were pushing you. You’re opening your mouth as wide as you can, sinking almost all the way down. You never break eye contact. He watches as your tongue slips past your lips, even with a mouthful of cock, a trail of your saliva beginning to drop from the pink muscle.

All he can think about is the feeling that your tongue would offer his balls and the tightness of your throat around the entirety of his cock. So his hands meet the back of your head again, and push you the rest of the way down.

He’s hunched over you, pressing your nose to his pelvic bone. Your tongue runs over his heavy balls, your throat swallowing around him, it’s an unearthly feeling. His hips grind his cock into your mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm tongue and wet spit covering his balls and making a complete mess of him.

He pulls you off of his cock by the back of your hair, looking down at you like you just gave him the secret of the universe, “How the fuck do you do that…” he asks in an awkward tone, genuinely baffled, his voice shaking. It makes you laugh, your need for him only growing stronger with his awkward quips.

“I dunno..” you shrug, a trail of spit connecting your plush lips to the tip of his cock. Your tongue darts out to lick at the string, disconnecting it. One of your hands lifts up to begin to pump his cock. Your spit that coats his girth only serving as extra lubrication for every flick of your wrist. “I just do it..” you mumble, looking up at him innocently.

He tosses his head back, both of his hands coming up to drag his face as he groans, trying to catch his breath that he swears you stole from him. “Holy fuck…” he groans to himself, you really are too much for him.

With your hand still moving up and down his cock you place your mouth back on his tip, swirling your tongue around it to collect the salty pre-cum that is spilling endlessly out of his slit. His hand clasps over his mouth as he lets out a choked moan, his other hand coming to rest on the top of your head, gently guiding your movements once more. “Y-you’re so fucking good at this…” he pants out, his hips beginning to thrust into your mouth.

You accept it gratefully, your mouth dropping open wide and taking him deep in your mouth. His eyebrows turn upward as he realizes you really are letting him truly fuck your mouth. He reaches his shaky hands down, cradling the sides of your skull and holding you still as he thrusts brutally into the warm tightness of your throat.

You’re choking around him, even forcing spit out of your mouth to make it infinitely more messy. He looks down at you with clenched teeth, his bottom lip becoming caught between his teeth as he continues his pace, the tip of his cock slipping past the tight ring of your throat every time he surges forward.

He can feel himself getting close, but he doesn’t want to cum in your mouth. No, he’s going to savor this, he wanted to cum deep in your pussy.

He’s grabbing the back of your hair and hauling you to a standing position. You’re spun around and pushed up against the wall of the bathroom stall, his hands are working to bunch your dress even higher. He’s running his hands along your stomach and then down lower. His hands grip at your inner thighs, pulling your ass back against him as he rocks his hard length between the valley of your ass.

You’re panting breathless, your hands braced against the stall as you push back against him. You shake your ass a little, whining when you feel his cock slip down between your thighs. “Close ‘em.” He growls, his hands moving to your hips. You do as he says.

A high pitched whine comes out of your mouth when you feel him begin to draw his hips back, running the length of his cock between the lips of your cunt. Every time he surges his hips forward his thick cock-head catches your clit in the most delicious way.

You can feel your cunt wetting his cock as he fucks your thighs, helping him to slide his cock even more. With his forehead resting against your shoulder blade, you’re hearing every pant, groan, and moan that falls out of his lips. And fuck does he sound so good.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He groans out, his hands holding your hips in a bruising grasp. He shifts his hips ever so slightly, the top of his cock grinding up against your clit, moving back and forth in short motions to keep his throbbing cock-head against your puffy clit. “Please, want you inside me…” you cry out, your eyes looking back over your shoulder. He groans, his hands grip harder at your hips, his movements stalling like he’s trying to contain himself from burying his cock balls deep inside you right then.

“Lemme feel you some more..your thighs are so soft” he says lowly, his head picking up from your shoulder to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His movements continue, “feels so fuckin good, perfect fucking cunt…so soft…” For someone who wasn’t very talkative when you first met, he’s sure running his mouth now. And oh my god, you love it.

He shifts again so he can run your pussy along the entire length of his dick. Your cunt weeps around him, making an obscene mess between your thighs. He’s panting heavily against your neck, lips beginning to kiss along your neck in messy sporadic movements.

All you can do is helplessly rut your hips back against him, dragging your pussy along his cock as he thrusts. It feels so fucking good, every time his tip hits your clit you’re jolting against him. One of his hands moves from your hip up to the top of your dress. He stretches the fabric down, your tits spill out from the fabric, and one of them is instantly grabbed by his hand. He’s squeezing the flesh like it’s a life line.

“Holy fuck…” you call out in a shuddering breath, your knees beginning to feel weak. “Please, f-fuck put it in.” You beg, your head tilting to nudge his face, he tilts his head up and latches his lips onto yours. The kiss is mostly tongue, it’s frenzied and messy but it’s so so hot. He pulls away with a grunt “Fucking impatient.”

He shoves you into the bathroom stall by the back of your shoulder. Your tits are pressed into the cold metal of the stall as he grips the base of his cock, dragging it up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal on the head of his dick.

It’s a phenomenal feeling and when he looks down, one of his hands gripping one side of your ass and pulling, the sight that greets him is even better. Your sopping, wet cunt is clenching around nothing, pushing more arousal out onto his cock. He circles the tip of his cock around your entrance, he sucks in a deep breath- he genuinely has to gather himself so he doesn’t shoot his load right there on your spread pussy, as much as that would be a great sight.

When the head of his cock begins to sink into your tight hole you both let out shuddering gasps. And when he cants his hips forward ever so slightly, his fat tip sinking fully into your cunt with an audible ‘pop’, both of you let out moans.

“F-fuck you’re so t-tight.” His voice is wavering, shaky, desperate- it has you going insane. It’s like you’re squeezing the life out of his cock, and you were. He swore your greedy cunt was sucking him in. His hips surge forward, sinking further into your sopping walls, his arms leave your hips to wrap fully around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“O-oh my fu-fucking god.” You sob out, it felt like he was splitting you open, but you wanted, needed, more. You’re forcing your hips backwards, making his cock sink into you more. He lets out a surprised gasp, his arms tightening around you as he hisses through clenched teeth, “F-fuck!! S-slow down, girl. S-shit.”

You can’t help the fucked-out grin that spreads across your face as you hear him, it’s a desperate plea, like the consuming squeeze of your cunt would be the death of him. You don’t listen, instead you push your hips back one final time, your ass becoming flush with his hips and thighs.

When his cock is sheathed fully in your spasming cunt he lets out a choked groan, arms squeezing around you so tight you damn near thought you’d break. And you echo, the feeling of the entirety of his cock is so intense. You’re feel like you’re split open, speared on his cock. You swear you can feel the tip of his cock press softly against your cervix.

“Y-you’re so big…” you say breathlessly, eyes rolling so far back you swore you could see your skull. You try to begin moving your hips against him, but he squeezes you even tighter- a squeak coming out of you, your movements halted. “Don’t you dare….” He rasps, his chest heaving against your back, “…fucking move.”

He’s holding you still, he has to regain some ground before you begin to fuck yourself back against him. He’s thinking anything he can to get his mind off of cumming deep into your cunt here and now. He can feel your walls spasming around him, greedily sucking him in like it’s coaxing him to thrust into you.

He sits there a couple moments before unwrapping his arms from your waist and leaning back, his hands finding purchase on your ass. He draws his hips back, the delicious drag of his cock pulling out of your cunt has you resting your head against the wall, hands curling into fists then flattening again as your tried to grasp at something to keep you on this plane of existence.

He draws his cock so just the tip rests in your pussy before slamming back in. He lets out a choked groan, the feeling of your messy walls coating his cock with your syrupy arousal and squeezing around him like a vice is better than any drug he’s ever tried- and he’s tried a lot.

“Tightest fucking c-cunt…” he rasps, his hips positioning into you at a brutal pace, the plush of your ass recoiling against his thighs with every thrust. “Where the f-fuck have you b-been..” he says between thrusts, his breath heavy, “…all this fucking time.” His thrusts are erratic, sloppy even, but it’s so so so good.

You can feel your cunt gush around his dick, with every thrust his cock kisses your cervix in a pleasurable pressure that has you rocking back against him harder. “H-harder, f-fuck, harder!” You cry out, one of your hands coming down to play with your clit.

He sees this and leans back over you, swatting your hand away before replacing it with his. His thrusts speed up, becoming rougher, his cock abusing your cunt. “I-if that’s what you need I want t-to be the one to do it..” he whines into your ear. It has you moaning, arching into his touch and creaming around him even more.

His fingers dance along your clit, the soft feeling of your pussy is surely going to be something he remembers for days to come. You’re so wet his hand slides effortlessly around your silky bud. “I-I’ve fucking dreamed of a pussy like this…” he moans into your hear, his hips jackhammering into you. Every messy thrust creates a wet splashing sound as your arousal coats his thighs and your ass.

All you can do is nod helplessly against the bathroom stall, your hand gripping at his wrist as his fingers work against your sloppy cunt. “And you’re fucking creamin’ around me so much, makin’ such a fuckin’ mess���” his words broken up by his moans, “You’re like right out of a f-fucking porno…” he adds with a particularly high pitched whine as you bare down on him hard.

The compliment is awkward but you couldn’t help it, the idea of him alone in his apartment fisting his dick desperately to porn videos he could only dream of reenacting, and now he’s living it- made you tumble closer to the edge more than you cared to admit.

“F-fuck I’m close.” You sob out, your hand gripping his wrist in a vice like grip as his fingers dance along your clit, massaging it between his two fingers before going back to drawing circles, “H-holy f-fuck I can feel it, squeezing my cock so fucking t-tight.” He choked out, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as he draws his hips all the way back to only to let them back forwards, slamming into balls deep.

“C-cum in me please, fuck I-i need to feel it.” When the words fall from your lips he lets out a choked sob, “F-fucking h-hell yes, fuck yes I will..” he says, almost like you answered a silent prayer he had. His fingers working faster against your puffy clit, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he pounds your puffy cunt.

“Gonna c-cum so fuckin deep in you…” he groans out, his lips ghosting along your earlobe. You nod desperately, “P-please, oh god, please!” You cry out, the worry of people hearing you is long gone.

His hand that wasn’t playing with your clit leaves your hip to travel up to grab your neck. He squeezes, pulling you up and back against him. It makes his cock drive impossibly deeper. You moan out, it’s a strangled sound that only makes his hips piston up harder into you.

With his fingers working faster against your clit, his cock pile driving your poor cunt, and his hand grasping at your throat enough to make your vision go hazy- you’re hurling towards a powerful orgasm in a split second

You cum and you cum hard. You let out a high pitched moan, your cunt squeezing and baring down on his cock like you’re trying to milk him, almost forcing him out of your pussy with how hard you’re pulsating. And you look down in shock when your release gushes out of you in a violent stream.

“O-oh my god…you’re fucking squirting.” He exclaims breathlessly, still working his fingers against you and thrusting his thick cock into you spraying your cum everywhere. It floods around his cock and sprays to the floor. You shake against him, crying out as you continue to cum. And he’s right behind you.

The sound he lets out is sinful, something that you wish you could have recorded. You feel each thick spurt of cum flood the inside of your cunt in. It’s so warm, filling you up even further than you already are.

His hips rut against you, trying to fuck his cum deeper into you. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your body violently shaking against him. When you look down you see the bathroom tiles are flooded with your release. You can also see the cum that drips out of you onto his cock, covering his balls with even more of a mess.

He drops his hand from your neck to your waist holding you against him as he falls forward, his other hand resting against the bathroom stall, your own hand falling right under his to also steady yourself as your two stand there breathless. You’re sure if he wasn’t holding you up by your waist you’d fall boneless to the floor.

You look back down to where you to connect, the floor covered in a debauched mix of both your cum. You let out a whimper when you watch a thick glob of his cum fall out from you and onto the floor with a ‘plap’ sound.

“You filled me so much cum…” you whine, hips rolling against him. He squeezes you, “Keep s-still, f-fuck.” He hisses, his softening dick over sensitive in your tight pussy. “You fucking milked me….” He retorts, “s’not my fault.” He mumbles.

“Would it be too late to ask for your phone number or was this like a one off thing or…” he begins to ramble. “I let you cum in me, you made me squirt- I’m getting your fucking phone number.” You say laughing. “O-okay good.” He sighs against you.

You think he’s about to pull out, allow you to get dressed and be on your way but no. His hips begin to rock into yours again, “C-can I please make you squirt again… I wanna see it.” He begs, his nose running against your neck.

And when he asks like that, a whiney lilt to his voice. How could you say no?

im literally having so much fun getting through these requests. Requests are still open they will just take some time!!

Next up I got another nam-gyu smut (this time he’s ROUGH!!! Yall like omg the stuff im writing is filthy).

And we also have so much love for the original thangyu request so I got a couple requests for that coming up 😩😩

As always, thank you for reading and sending in requests. Your love is always appreciated 🥺🥲🥲🥺 - <3 kiwi

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nerd!jo and fem!reader playing video games together <3

just fluff and dramatic antics hehe

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Satoru loves spending time playing video games with you. well, not exactly with you. You both rarely ever play together due to your vastly different preferences in that aspect—but he rarely ever minds. Not when you’re seated at the desk right beside him, playing on the PC setup he begged insisted on building for you, looking so comfortable and content as your little avatar sprite runs about the bright and colorful world that is your cozy video game. His heart flutters every single time without fail, knowing and witnessing how at peace you seem to be with him. And maybe (definitely), he enjoys interrupting your peace just as much.

He forgets about simply enjoying your presence when he decides to glance at your screen. You’re interacting with an npc in your game, a man. Looks to be in his early 20s, his dark hair cut and styled so there’s longer strands framing the right side of his face with short strands sitting on his left, all white sporting a black hoodie. Nothing to really make note of until he catches the redness on his cheeks. he’s blushing. Blushing at the love of his life, looking at her as if she’s hung the stars in the sky just for him. You did. You do. But not for him— whatever the name of his new mortal enemy is.

He didn’t think any npc could mirror the expression he most often wears with you. But it’s possible. It’s happening right in front of him. And he swears there’s hearts in his eyes.

“baby.”

you turn, a quizzical look on your features, and he pouts. Dramatically, like a child. Because how could you not see what’s wrong? The world has flipped upside down, his vision of your future together going up in flames, and you’re acting as if it’s a regular tuesday afternoon.

“He’s blushing.” His gaze flicks to the character on screen and he glares, as if doing so will make him combust into pixelated flames.

Your gaze follows his, and you realize what he’s referring to. “Oh, yeah. he likes me.”

“what? What do you mean he likes you?”

You look back to him, and suddenly the adorable pout on his face makes sense. Not that it’d take any genius to figure out. He’s practically throwing a fit. Or he’s close, at least, and all over some npc in your farming game.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Fondly. “I mean I have eight hearts with him, so he likes me. probably waiting for a bouquet, too,” you shrug, attempting to hide the grin beginning to form on your face. You couldn’t help throwing in that last bit, just to rile him up a little more. If he’s going to interrupt your gameplay over childish jealousy, he might as well make it worth your while.

satoru falls for it, of course. he’s appalled at the mere idea of your implication. A confession. “A bouquet? From you? but you don’t give me bouquets..” you didn’t think his pout could grow deeper, but it does. And you love it.

A beat passes. he stays silent, leaving you practically at the edge of your seat. He’s considering something as he stares at your screen once more. Maybe plotting on ways to recode the game to make a certain npc disappear, or to get rid of the possibility of bouquets in the game altogether. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“I want one,” he finally says.

you blink. “what?”

“A bouquet. I want one,” He repeats himself, as if it’s obvious. he crosses his arms, already set on it. His baby is going to get him a pretty bouquet, even better than the one that degenerate of a character is expecting. He’s going to love it, and he’ll rub it in that emo’s face so damn hard he’ll turn sentient just to feel Satoru’s taunts.

“You’re ridiculous.”

You both end up at the nearest flower shop anyway, searching for a bouquet to match your nerdy boyfriend’s newly acquired sophisticated taste. He examines the petals of each bouquet with utmost precision—and a strange gentleness. You’re almost jealous of it.

Eventually, he decides on a rather colorful bouquet, oddly reminiscent of the one found in your game. The grin from earlier peeks its way through your expression once more.

“I’ll pay,” you say, taking the bouquet from him before he can protest, carrying it to the front counter.

Despite the revulsion he usually feels at the thought of you paying for anything, he lets it slide just this once. A smirk grows on his face instead, utterly giddy that his pretty girlfriend is bending to his entirely reasonable whims.

“You’re into this, huh?” he teases, grinning like a child who just manipulated his way into getting a sweet treat.

“Into what?” You hum, almost innocently, handing him his bouquet. “Gifting guys bouquets?”

He hums his assent, not caring too much in correcting your choice of words in favor of sniffing your gesture of love towards him. Take that, he thinks to himself, imagining a look of horror and jealousy on a certain pixelated face.

You shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

He freezes. the words ring in his ears, piercing through his heart; any sign of his earlier happiness is completely gone. You walk ahead, seemingly unaware of his inner spiraling.

“What?” He manages to get out, unmoving, shock and betrayal painted on his face.

You stop, smiling to yourself before turning around. sometimes, satoru forgets that you’re capable of playing with him just as much as he is with you.

“Oh no, I mean in game, baby,” you clarify, as if that’ll reassure him, but you know better.

“what?!”

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eee first post! this idea came to me while I was playing my cozy little farming gsme ! I made it pretty obvious but if you know what game reader is playing AND the character Satoru is going crazy over you get a pat on the head and a little kiss (maybe)

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Random's Lore Drops - Canon Fall but in past tense Sans

Y'know, It'd be funny if I made a post about an Undertale AU character that I originally believed in the fanon version (mainly just the being edgy version). So, uh...

(Art by THE Underfella themselves)

This is the Canon Underfell design, by Fella.

(Before we get started, here's canonfell brother relationship so i can cut away some of the lore that's already explained right here.)

I'll be going from the oldest post I can find from Fella, to the newest lore post I can find. Numero uno consists of...

Canon Fell Sans' sneakers. More specifically, why the hell does he wear them instead of slippers? Just design choice? Or maybe it's because he's not allowed to? Nah. According to Fella themselves, "he likes the squeaky sound it makes because everyone hates it". So basically, he likes to squeak the shoes on the floor like he's on a basketball court.

Second post, why the hell does mf sweat so damn much? Well, first reason, he starts to sweat when he's angry. Second reason, because of the Sick Ass Jacket™️ that he got from making Grillby laugh. I mean, have you seen how thick it is? I'd be sweating too.

Random post I had to find, how did Sans get his jacket? Well, it's obvious of course, I said it before. He made Grillby laugh (unintentionally), and when you make Grillby laugh in Underfell, he gives you a smaller version of his coat. Now Sans is kitted with Sick Ass Jacket™️ and was forced to dress better, wearing said Sick Ass Jacket™️, a turtleneck, a gold chain (that's usually under said turtleneck), basketball shorts, and squeaky squeaky.

Third (lore relevant) post, the brothers dynamic. They DON'T hate eachother. On the fucking contrary. They both care for eachother, and don't really express it all too well. Brother relationship post HERE.

Fourth post, he's got 5 rings. 5 sick ass (not trademarked) rings, and the reason he can wear them is because he uses his magic so they don't fall off. From Fella themselves, the reason he has them on is because "the guy wants to flex so hard he’s constantly using his powers to keep them there. He doesn’t even think about it, he has so much power to spare he might as well “live” a little." So yeah, he uses his magic to keep wearing his rings cause he can.

Fifth post? Sans canonically CAN ball (so can Frisk, but Frisk is scarier)

Sixth, he's capable of opening his mouth. But it's usually when he's in battle, otherwise it won't ever open, because he's never under enough stress to have enough power for such.

Seventh, mf's eye is always glowing, no matter what. Mainly because he's had so much stress and emotional trauma, his magic is piled up, so his magic sorta does some wacky shit, like make his coat look cool.

Eighth, an almighty lore post by Fella, explaining how Sans awoke his powers and also how Papyrus got scar. Long story short, Gaster went missing, Sans was to take the blame, his punishment was Asgore crushing his skull, Paps retaliated, got hired and had his skull scratched through for a scar, and Sans got pissed off and woke his magic.

Ninth (nineth? idfk) semi-unrelated one is that Sans is the ONLY character not directly affiliated with Asgore who wears red and gold.

The rest I find from a canonfell wiki. Such as, he likes mustard and relish more than ketchup, and prefers knock-knock jokes to puns. Supposedly one of his more favorite drinks is a green martini, either appletini or honey dew martini, with larger quantities being a margarita

oh shit there's an official ask about sans hates women underfell (or technically a nod to it), which then displays that "i sans underfell love woimen", by the very words of sans underfell himself. REAL!

Oh yeah, he canonically sells chimichangas instead of hotdogs. His provider is not the store, but instead Papyrus. And according to this wiki, he gave Papyrus a hang-in-there cat poster as a joke, and Papyrus hung it up on the wall.

anyways thats all the lore i will feed you and that the wiki has fed me. goodbye.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hey! I really like Jason. I was wondering what would happen if yn was the one who was jealous. Also would really like if made one with Jason where yn dresses up more feminine or provocative. Anyways really like your writing.🩷

Thank you! I couldn’t figure out how to shoehorn the provocative/feminine dressing prompt into this, so this one is just the jealousy prompt! Feel free to send in another request for that tho, I’ll probably do it either way but idk if you would prefer having an ask attached to it.

Also couldn’t tell if you wanted this to be a female reader so this is gonna be gender neutral just to be on the safe side.

Yandere! Jock With A Jealous Darling

Gn! Reader

Warnings: Yandere character, manipulation, jealousy, low self esteem, implied murder, Jason's a dick, purposeful manipulation of emotions

Divider credit goes to @k1ssyoursister

-As Jason's partner, you've gotten used to people hitting on him on a regular basis. It's hard not to notice with how well-known he is, being the college's star football player and all. Everybody loves him, adores him even, especially with how attractive he is. It's not uncommon for you to witness a confession to your boyfriend, only to laugh at the pained look on the confessors face when Jason rejects them, swooping you into a passionate kiss mere moments later.

-Yeah, you've gotten used to it. So why is it so why is this time any different?

-Maybe it's because she hasn't actually confessed to him yet, not that you know of, anyway. Maybe it's because her affections are much more subtle than most others. A fake laugh here, an over-the-top, flashy smile there, the minimal yet still detectable decrease in space she creates between herself and Jason when they're together. Nobody would think anything of it if they weren't looking.

-But you were. And you did.

-You knew something was off about her from the moment you met her, watching her worm her way into Jason's friend group like it was nothing. Still, you thought you were crazy at the time for suspecting her of any wrongdoing. She was already friends with a couple of Jason's teammates, so it made sense she would hang around him, right? Besides, she had never treated you with any hostility, not to your face anyway. She was actually rather kind to you, including you in whatever plans she had that Jason was also a part of. You wouldn't necessarily call her a friend, but it made no sense for you to distrust her. you must have been going crazy. You must have.

-And yet, you couldn't keep yourself from surveilling her, and maybe that was a good thing. That's how all the signs came to light, after all. It was so obvious that she was after your boyfriend, but nobody else seemed to know. Least of all Jason himself.

-As upset as you are, you can't be mad at your boyfriend. Sure, he's experienced in the romance department, but he isn't perfect at detecting crushes. Most people who like him are incredibly obvious about it, fawning over him like he's the greatest gift the earth had ever received. It made it easy for him to reject suitors because the signs were glaring. In his eyes, crushes were supposed to be flamboyant, noticeable. So why would he suspect that his teammates' friend has feelings for him when she hadn't done anything to make them known? That would just be silly, an assumption with no backing.

-Jason is vain, you know that well. But he isn't that vain. You know he has no idea about the wolf in sheep's clothing inching her way closer to him, waiting to strike.

-Maybe being nice to you was part of her plan to win Jason over too, now that you think about it. Maybe she kept inviting you to events so she could prove she’d be better for Jason, bringing you along for the ride as some sort of humiliation ritual. Not that she had actually done anything to humiliate you, but still! Now that you’re on to her true feelings, you can’t ignore the endless possibilities involving her.

-But you can’t just confront her. That would make you look bad! If there was one thing Jason liked to mock, it was those who were desperate for attention. And in his eyes, his partner confronting an “innocent” girl over signs that were non-existent to him would probably be the epitome of desperation. No, if you were going to push back against her actions, you’d have to be as subtle as possible. Or, well…subtle in terms of others noticing. Your new rival in love was sure to notice, after enough time.

-You started small, mostly clothing wise. It wasn’t that hard, you know what Jason likes, after all. Certain types of clothing you know he prefers over others, accessories or outfits Jason had specifically gotten you because he thought you’d look hot in them, more…risky clothing, to put it lightly, all of it was on the table. The girl crushing on him isn’t exactly the most unattractive person on the planet, so…you’d just have to look your best at all times. Shouldn’t be too hard.

-It seemed to work, at least for a while. Your boyfriend was never shy about showering you with complements in public, and since your increase in effort, he’d been laying it on thick. It got to a point where everyone around was becoming increasingly over it, the rival girl included. Could your plan be working?

-But of course, it’s never that simple. Despite her noticeable disappointment, the girl continues on with her behavior, leaving you right back at square one.

-Still, you don’t give up just yet. If there’s one thing you know Jason loves more than complimenting you, it’s receiving compliments. So receive he shall.

-On top of your new dressing habits, you start to praise your boyfriend more often. You don’t utter your love too much; that would look desperate. You’re careful to feed him just enough complements to keep him glowing with pride, just enough for others to pick up on a trend. Mostly around the rival girl, but you know, who’s keeping track?

-But it’s not enough. She still won’t back off, and your left flustered and internally seething. Seriously, why couldn’t she take a hint? You knew what she was up to, why couldn’t she just give it a rest? Was she really so confident that she’d win Jason in the end?

-…Would she win Jason over, in the end?

-You hate that you can’t be sure. Yeah, Jason seemed to love you well enough, but…what if he decided she was the better choice later on? You’d heard stories from some of Jason’s exs about how he’d used them until they lost their appeal, how could you be sure that wouldn’t happen to you? Those stories usually came from old situationships, not people who had been as committed as you and Jason were to each other, but…how could you know? How could you really know?

-You couldn’t. You couldn’t know. And it was killing you.

-It was around this time that you began to get clingier. You didn’t mean to, but you weren’t sure how else you were meant to combat the rival girl’s unwanted attention. Why couldn’t she just let you be happy with your boyfriend? If all your efforts weren’t enough to keep her at bay, then what was?

-Soon, everyone around you was noticing. You could have ignored that, if it weren’t for the mortifying fact that Jason was noticing it too. He and his buddies even made a few comments about it. They were all lighthearted in nature, but you couldn’t help but feel the burn of shame in the pit of your gut. It was clear you were becoming nothing but a nuisance in your efforts to drive the girl away from your boyfriend. You could practically feel the smugness radiating off of her at your desperation, now that the game was up. It had only been a couple of weeks since you’d even noticed her advances, how had you let it get under your skin this quickly? Were you really that pathetic?

-Not much you can do about it now. If you were really that much of a bother, then you’d back off.

-You spend the next couple days avoiding Jason, at least physically. You brush off any attempt to hang out in favor of curling up in your room, declining his calls and responding to his texts rather dryly. You’re clearly not the best match for him, so why not leave him be? He and the girl he’d inevitably dump you for could get all chummy together, without you. At least you wouldn’t be there to see it, not like before.

-…It really sucks, how much this girl has gotten in your head. You had no logical reason to believe Jason would leave you for her, and yet…

-Whatever. It's best to just get over it.

-You would have tried to, if Jason hadn't shown up at your doorstep, demanding to talk. You try to avoid the conversation, but it's no use. Jason won't leave, not until he gets an explanation for your behavior, and you're done pretending like you aren't hurting. If he's gonna leave, you might as well be honest about everything.

-So you spill. You spill everything. How upset this girl is making you, how insignificant your relationship feels compared to what she could offer, how his obliviousness in the matter wasn't helping anything. You tell him that all the teasing was the final straw, and now you feel like giving up. Like you'll never be enough for him. Like she has way more to offer then you ever could in the long run. But more than that, you're tired of constantly competing amongst a sea of his adoring fans. It was weighing on you more than you'd like to admit, especially since your one sided battle with the rival girl.

-To your surprise, Jason isn't upset. He isn't even disgusted, not like you thought he'd be. He actually moves to comfort you, being far more understanding than you thought he'd be.

-He tells you he loves you. He tells you he never knew about the girl's unseen advances, but would put a stop to it as soon as possible. He tells you he'd never want anyone else but you and would never push you to the side, least of all for her. He tells you you're beautiful, the kindest, most wonderful partner he could possibly ask for. But most importantly, he apologizes for his obliviousness. It never should have gone as far as it did, and he was partially to blame for not noticing sooner. But he swears he'll make it up to you, and you can't help but believe him.

-You can feel all your insecurities fading away as Jason holds you, your eyes closing in peace. It's not an instant fix and you know that, but...maybe you can accept that you're enough. Maybe, with Jason's help, things would go back to the way they were before, before all the jealousy. Maybe Jason really wouldn't leave you.

-...Yeah, things would get better. You trusted your boyfriend. If he said he wasn't going to leave you, then he had to mean it, right? You'd believe him, you had to. You had no other choice.

-Sighing, you two curl up against each other, melting in each other's warm embraces.

-...You're so gullible. So utterly, helplessly gullible.

-Of course, Jason can't fault you for that. You trust him, after all. That's one of the things he loves most about you. You'll always believe him.

-Still, it was embarrassingly easy to convince you he didn't know about the little competition going on between you and that one girl he couldn't bother to remember the name of, which was a little offensive, to be honest. Did you think he was that dumb, to not notice when someone was in love with him? He'd done and seen it all, how could you genuinely believe he knew nothing of what was going on? Were you really that oblivious yourself?

-Whatever. It didn't matter, in the end. His little test had worked, after all.

-In all fairness, he hadn't really done anything on his own. That was all on you and the girl. He had only been paying her mind once he noticed how desperate she was for him, a rather amusing attempt at gaining his love. But what was more intriguing to him was how desperate her actions had made you.

-It had become a little game in Jason's eyes, a rather amusing one at that. Watching you two battle for his affection. Especially where you were concerned. I mean, it's not everyday one sees their partner so jealous over nothing, right? He'd never seen what lengths you'd go to keep him in your clutches, and he finally had a chance to find out. After all, he had always been an attention hog.

-He played into it occasionally, becoming friendlier with the girl to spark a reaction, but most of the work was up to you. And oh boy, you did not disappoint. It was amazing, the amount of attention you were giving him. Playing right into his carnal wants without even realizing it. Showering him with love. Proving you would never leave him, not as long as he'd have you. He had you right where he wanted you, eating out of the palm of his hand.

-Still, the gig had to die at some point. He truly hadn't meant for it to go so far, to the point it was driving you away from him. That was a slight miscalculation on his part. He'd take the fault for that. He'd never wanted to lose you, far from it, he just...he wanted to see how much you adored him. He wanted to know if you were as dedicated to him as he was to you. He wanted you to understand the unbearable want he felt whenever he was with you, how much he'd give to keep you as his own. Nobody else's. Just his.

-And now you're here, crying in his arms as you recount the past few weeks of torment. He feels a little bad for it, but the need you're displaying for him is far, far more important. He'd made you even more dependent on him then he intended. What a great outcome to what was supposed to be a simple game!

-At least he now knows you'll never leave him. You're just as hooked on him as he is on you. His precious little dove. Unaware of the golden cage you've flown yourself into.

-Don't worry though. He meant it when he said he'd take care of the girl. Just maybe not in the way you'd think. After all, how can he let someone who willfully tormented his darling partner live after all they'd done? Only he was allowed to do that. Only him.

-She'd get the attention she wanted all right; just not the kind she wanted.

-Jason's grip on you tightens, a smile peeking from behind his lips. You're too deep in his web now, and he knows it. He'll never let you go.

Never. 

I hope you enjoyed!

[jade-jini]

imagine loser g!p yunjin…

(These pics came to save my writer block)

Imagine? I breathe for every word in that sentence anon😭. You get me too well we should kiss anyway.

Loser Yunjin who made you fall for her with her silly jokes and pickup lines and loud personality😭 Yunjin is part of the loser puppy line (yes with minjeong) so you know she gets excited easily. Girlie is loud. Even at lunch time where is crowded af you can easily tell whose loud ass laugh is that. That kept catching your attention, until you recognized her in one of your classes and for some reason couldn’t stop looking at her.

Oh but Yunjin? No she’s noticed you since day 1. Not only noticed you but she fell HARD. She had Sakura already tired ‘cause of how much she’d talk about you. She has dreamy eyes and a dreamy smile just mentioning something you did, something as simple as “today the professor asked a question and nobody knew. Well, I did, but then- KKURA LISTEN! But then y/n raised her hand really fast! And her answer was even more correct than my answer!”

“How is it more correct if you had the same answer Yunjin—”

“IT WAS MORE CORRECT OK? IT WAS PERFECT! She is perfect :(”. Loser. Loser and simp.

Whenever you walk into the room her friends would tell her and she’d go from playing around recreating this fight scene she saw while playing genshin to just quickly shutting up and be like 🧍🏻‍♀️pretending she was all well behaved and cool but it was too late you saw the whole thing ndkdjdj. She got so embarrassed but you thought it was cute 😭 you’d exchange a few words from time to time but nothing too serious, and she always had either a silly joke or a “pickup line” that was so bad it made you laugh every time. Yunjin in her brain be like: I failed successfully :D!

One day tho some mf saw the way she’d stare at you and told her somebody like you would never even look at a loser like her in that way :( poor baby got so sad that day but plot twist! You started playing genshin ‘cause of her 🥺, favorite character being Yunjin Ofc for obvious reasons (when you told her she blushed so hard ‘cause you winked at her and everything nsjdncjf) and that’s how you started talking to her, asking her questions that you could totally figure out by yourself but shush you needed an excuse to talk to the cute nerdy loser in your program.

I feel like I already talked a lot 💀 so I won’t make it too long explaining exactly how you started dating (here it is!). So now the smut part uhuhu.

Since you bonded well ‘cause of genshin, you’d have a lot of play dates. Sometimes tho, you prefer to watch your gf playing sitting on her lap. At first it was cute, but she moves so much when playing, and you and her dick noticed it before her brain did “... Yun is your mic off?” “Yes baby, why? Hmm? Where are you go—” And before she can process it you’re already on your knees sucking her cock and moaning ‘cause Omg doesn’t it taste and feels amazing in your mouth?? Also thank god you checked if her mic was off because she let out the loudest moan. remember I said she was loud? Yeah it continues here bro. You looked up at her and she was so ready to forget the game and concentrate on only you but you stopped her from getting up and told her to finish playing.

“H-how am I supposed to c - oh fuck ~ concentrate when you’re doing that??…” she said while “complaining” but in the end, obeyed. it was so hard to focus tho, when you kept swirling your tongue around her tip, giving her those hungry sexy eyes that made her whimper every time she looked down at you “Ah! y/n ~ that’s so good baby…”.

She LOVES when you ride her when she’s playing. Being balls deep inside you the moment she wins a match in a game? What’s better than that?! Nothing. “I WON AGAIN YES!” She’d celebrate and get so excited she’d just grab you like you weigh nothing and either pin you against the wall, her desk, the bed Idk anywhere and she’ll fuck you sooo good with the biggest smile. When she gets frustrated or loses tho, you know damn right she’ll grab those hips and make you jump on her dick so hard, relieving her frustration on your pussy (she can use me like this I don’t mind-) and she won’t slow down until the pleasure is bigger than her anger. “Holy fuck Yunjin..!” “That’s for killing me when we were in the same team.” and that’s something you did last week Tf 😭

As I said she gets excited but not only on a daily basis with stuff she likes, she gets hard sooo easily and it’s fun to tease. You’re straddling her, grinding on her lap, teasing her about how hard she got just by kissing and she’d try to come up with something to tease you back but her brain is off because of how good you feel doing that and because she’s a loser “w-well my dick is bigger than yours!” Like ??? Yeah it is bro it is 😭 you just laugh making her embarrassed. “well yes, yes it is baby. And I love it” you’d say and she’d just blush and go back to kiss you neidjdq.

But she’s also so sweet :( you’d tell her you missed her and she’d softly say “I missed you too y/n…” while hugging you by the waist tightly, and leaving a little kiss on your nose. (Random cutie moment sorry I felt like it 🧍🏻‍♀️).

Oh yeah! Yunjin loveeees kisses. She’s always all over you kissing your face, your hands, your neck and shoulders and back when is exposed, and the rest of your body when is just you and her 🙊. She loves praising you by doing this. And she LOVES when you do it back. A sad day gets better the moment she sees you and you leave a kiss in her forehead (istg her tail goes brrr and she shows that perfect teeth smile).

She loves when you go from her neck to her chest to her stomach to between her legs. When you leave kisses and little bites on her thighs, and shower her cock with kisses that come with a little whimper every time. She finds it as sexy as it is cute too. You for sure have several pics of her dick with lipstick prints.

Cockwarming? Yes. But with her, this is a way of teasing YOU. It’s the only way she knows 😭 I’ll explain. Trying to overstimulate her does NOT work ‘cause her stamina and sex drive are HIGH. If you get tired when riding her be sure that she’ll grab your thighs and pound you fast and hard. She can go for hours, in different positions, never running out of cum.

“Yunjin.. please I can’t feel my legs”

“Hmmgh just one more.. feels so good, need to come in your pretty pussy..” she says as if she didn’t come in it so much already that even your floor is full of it ‘cause of how much it’s dripping down your legs. But you cant say no to her :( her cock feels too good you could die the happiest as long as it’s deep inside you <333.

Pussy drunk Yunjin? Uh yes FUCK YES. She can eat you out for HOURS. And not just ‘cause she loveees to make you feel good but it’s for her own pleasure too that woman just loves the way you tastes and how you make a mess in her mouth when you come. You’re the one ending up overstimulated ‘cause her mouth is Fuckin attached to your pussy like she’d die without it. “Just one more, for me baby please~” and ughhh there she has you coming for The Who knows what’th time already. Random but she’s 0 dom most of the time (I’d call her a service switch) all silly 😭

“Good girl, hehe.”

“Shut up and come kiss me.”

Just as she asks for “one more” in bed she also does it after it when you guys are cuddling and resting and pampering each other 🥺 in the morning when you both have to get ready she’d pull you back to bed “baby we have class in 30 minutes” “just 5 more minutes, please~” “I don’t wanna fail class Jen!” “I’ll do all your homework let’s just cuddle a little moreee~” and how to say no to that (the cuddles I mean-) lets bfr you can’t. You just can’t.

I’m genuinely so in love with her like y’all don’t understand. I could fantasize about her all day. Thank you anon I love my girlie so much <3

[blumoontf2]

TF2 Merc Headcanons

Moving onto Defence Class!

Defence class my beloved… Have you guys ever noticed that defence class is just family men? Father figures dare I say? Anyway, read more under the cut :3

Heavy

Hubba hubba baby 😍 Sorry who said that- that’s… that’s strange…

I AM A NIGHT AT THE INVENTORY TRUTHER, I STAND BY THIS

Poker man! Quite good at poker! Except you can only be good at maths or literature and he has a PHD in Russian literature so he’s not the BEST at poker

Takes Medic with him sometimes but he makes his own fun sourcing materials from the black market to use

He’s a family man! I LOVE A FAMILY MAN!

He’s very resourceful. Knows how to hunt for obvious reasons. He WOULD hunt with Sniper but their styles of doing so… clash…

Sniper is ‘you are calm… like the wind… you are still like the wind…’ Heavy is ‘PROBE THE BEAR FIGHT THE BEAR EAT THE BEAR!!!!’

Like Soldier, I can see him fishing. Properly this time. Knew how to fish through ice, has the absolute patience of a saint.

Probably takes Scout fishing to varying levels of success

Closest with (shocker) Medic!! Engie and Spy too I’d say

Part of a book club between engie medic spy and himself.

Said book club is a LOT less peaceful than it sounds!

Heated debates over plot and character relationships/interpretations. Heavy usually wins said debates.

Contrary to popular belief, probably the best most normal one to go to for advice!!

He’s like… fifty? C’mon now he’s been through life

he’s been through the gulags for lords sake!! He knows his way around people, knows his way around life

probably has more connections than he lets on. Kind of like a respectable ex-gangster

He’s a very sensitive man. Very in tune with his feelings. Puts on a stronger front due to Russian Male expectations and also for his family

I really want to say he’s a good baker but basing on where he lives in the comics would he typically have the ingredients to practice baking at home…? In the 1900’s…? I’m not a history nerd i’m sorry 😞

Probably a miracle worker in the kitchen. Give him three ingredients and you’ll have three meals a day for a week.

Probably prefers Coldfront over any other map for nostalgia. Is the one to help prepare most dinners when they work in Coldfront

He’s a gossip. Would love to say your secrets safe but… well, it would depend on the secret.

His family is super close knit so I imagine he wasn’t really in an environment where there was much reason nor way of keeping a secret.

Demoman

HE IS 28 YOUR HONOUR! 26 AT MINIMUM! 28 AT MAXIMUM AND I WILL STAND BY THIS STATEMENT

He’s a family man!! Wants children, wants his own family at some point

The type to meddle in other people business either for entertainment or for genuinely wanting to help in his own, background kind of way

His meddling wouldn’t be super obvious, but it’d be the catalyst for a lot of things.

As much as he loves being in on the drama DO NOT TREAT HIM LIKE YOUR THERAPIST.

He likes drama! NOT THE MENTAL ISSUES THAT RUN WITH IT!!!

Do not cry to him about your dad leaving you, he does not know how to respond nor how to comfort you.

He’s drunk half the time for lords sake, crying to him about something sobers him up instantly and I don’t think he wants that

HE CARES! He does!! Depending on the person he’ll either care more or less…

But dude he just wants to have a good time 😭 He wants to live a stress free life.

Kind of like Pyro in that sense except Pyro would want to try and comfort you if you were venting to them.

I like to think he functions better WITH alcohol in his system! Remember guys, this is in a world where New Zealand FUCKING DIES. Yeah, alcoholics irl are not good!! But this is FICTION let me cook.

Works better with alcohol in his system. Canonically gets double vision that makes up for the lack of an eye (again guys, this is fiction) so alcohol kind of just levels him out in a way.

I’d say he’s never always *drunk*. Always TIPSY yes! Always DRUNK no!

He just needs a slight bit in his system to function.

Kidney failure who?

one chance Demo one chance that’s all i’m asking please Demo pleaaaase

Sorry he’s handsome and I have a crush.

Like I said, he’s one of the youngest from the nine. Pyro at the bottom, Scout and Sniper, Demo, then Soldier

Literally friends with everyone. On great terms with EVERYONE! Floater friend in a sense. Goes to Soldier the most, if not more inclined to hang out with Sniper when he’s not drunk-drunk and just wants to chill.

Handmakes gifts over buying them. Thinks it’s more thoughtful to make than buy. Craft buddies with Sniper because of this

Please Demoman one chance… I am hopelessly in love with this man…

MASTER BAKER MASTER COOK CHANGE MY MIND.

Type of guy to play with the gas taps in the chemistry lab at school… Probably was the nicest popular boy. Just wants to have fun man

Engineer

My favourite God-complex haver

His smile kind of scares me i’m not gonna lie

I like to think he’d be far more irritable than what he lets on.

Everyone says he has the patience of a saint

nah he’s just got a good poker face

Speaking of, plays low stakes poker with Heavy. Texas hold’em!

He only acts like sweet grandpa to Pyro I think

To everyone else it’s slightly-nice but still strict mentor

I may have this view because all the nice Engie headcanons I would give to BluEngie… I like to think they’re separate people.

If you wanna go clone route maybe BluEngie killed RedEngie and took his place in the comics idk dude

Contrary to popular belief, if you come to him with an issue he can’t PRACTICALLY FIX… yeah, you’re getting kicked out of his workshop.

I love father-figure Engie as much as the next person, but I feel like he would be less likely to hear you vent if there isn’t a clear solution to it.

Example: finds out Spy is Scouts dad. Tells Spy he’ll tell Scout if he doesn’t do it on his own (problem for all parties solved - ignoring the fact that this would momentarily make more problems)

Never does because Spy would blackmail him 😞

Grew up a farm boy (this is not a shocker) but in doing so only socialised through connagher engineering events (where I like to think DadConnagher took him to meet the Administrator)

Went to university as we all know. Blossomed socially through it

He’s a man with years under his belt, he definitely wasn’t the baby faced, kind, soft hearted Engineer we know now during his childhood

He would’ve been something of a social recluse at uni

If he went to school in a traditional sense he probably thought he was above all the other kids and therefore didn’t associate with them. Learnt quickly that a ‘holier than thou’ attitude deterred people from talking to him. Didn’t care so much until DadConnagher intervened.

Can’t work with people around him. Recluse boy. He grew up an only son (unless Blu/Red brothers 👀), is used to working without people watching him

The exception is being on the battlefield which is a completely different situation to tinkering in your workshop okay?

He has teleporters and turrets memorised: he can build them in his sleep.

When he’s tinkering something new in his workshop? Everyone out! It has to be perfect on the first try and he can’t have anyone witness his failure!!

Feels the pressure of inheriting the Connagher name

There’s a lot of expectation to come with it. He has to be smarter than the last Connagher, he has to more innovative than the last Connagher

Which is why he doesn’t like Team Red seeing his weaknesses and failures when experimenting

Closest to Pyro, Medic, Scout (as mentor)

Is part of the Book Club but he doesn’t read Fiction as much as he does Non-fiction. He usually brings engineering books to the club and reads that whilst everyone else argues over plots and loopholes and fiction book stuff.

If he does read fiction it would be science fiction to magpie semi-decent and replicable ideas

Clashes heads with Spy a lot and probably has a fair share of squabbles with Soldier

Would he be THE Eldest? In his fifties… probably…

One chance Engi- no, sorry, I’m loyal to Demo. I see the appeal though.

Third eldest mayhaps…? I think I’ll do age order headcanons as a separate post…

[ponett]

Whenever I complain about graphic or dark content in media I watch, I keep hearing people retort with this apparently very popular opinion that people who enjoy comfy, wholesome things are actually more likely to be raging assholes than people who love things like death metal and gore. As someone who seems to enjoy comfy, wholesome things yourself and likely met many others who enjoy similar such things, do you agree with this opinion? If so, why do you think this happens?

So I've been sitting on this ask for like a week, not knowing whether or not I wanted to touch it because it kind of feels like being handed a live grenade

For one, I don't like being pigeonholed as someone who just likes "comfy" or "wholesome" things. Yeah, I enjoy My Little Pony and Animal Crossing. I made a game with cute furry characters and lots of bright colors. I also enjoy things like Berserk and Chainsaw Man and Doom and violent crime dramas and punk rock with vulgar lyrics and porn. Variety is the spice of life

Anyway: I generally don't think it's a good idea to make sweeping statements about peoples' moral or intellectual character based on what genres of story they enjoy, regardless of what direction you're coming at it from. But this is a very leading question that kind of skirts around the root problems

There's frequent (perhaps a bit exaggerated) pushback these days against people who prefer their fiction to be a warm blanket, a form of escapism meant to distract you from the real world. In particular, the dreaded "person who only watches kids' cartoons" is a form of this that gets brought up a lot. I don't think the root problem here is what media people enjoy or don't personally enjoy - taste is subjective, and I don't think it's a moral obligation for everyone to have diverse tastes in TV shows - but I do think some folks should try to get out of their comfort zone a bit more. Sometimes stuff that seems like it won't be for you on a surface level will really end up speaking to you, but you won't know until you give it a shot. Trust me, I've been there many times

It becomes a problem when people demand that media ONLY cater to that "warm blanket" attitude. And I think that's part of the reason why that stereotype you mentioned about fans of ""wholesome""" media being assholes exists. People who view dark or violent content as an inherent flaw because it's not what they like. People who yell at creators when they make bad things happen in their stories, because how dare you do this to my comfort characters? People who say movies should never have sex scenes. People who want "problematic" moral complexity stripped out in favor of black and white moral instruction. People who seem to hate any sort of interpersonal conflict in fiction at all

These attitudes can be the result of many different cultural factors, factors that can't all be traced back to Tumblr or what shows you like, but sometimes it's definitely because of that lack of broader perspective on media. You can tell when someone's opinions on The Right And Wrong Ways To Write Fiction were shaped almost entirely by, like, Steven Universe discourse. (Yes, this is a jab at Lily Orchard.) And when these people are very loud about their opinions, well, it becomes a trend people notice

Like. I don't know you. You sent this anonymously. But when you say you "complain about graphic or dark content in media you watch"... that could mean a few wildly different things! Maybe you're just venting about something that unexpectedly triggered you, and that's totally fine. But the wording could also imply that, like, you take issue with these things being present at all, and that you expect a person who likes "death metal and gore" to be more of a "raging asshole" than someone who likes the "wholesome" things you like. So... well, maybe you're more dismissive or judgmental of things outside your comfort zone than you realize?

Unfortunately, in case it's not already obvious, on the internet this shit quickly becomes a proxy battle over dozens of intersecting cultural issues at once where everyone is kinda just talking past each other. So it gets messy

For example, I have no reason to believe that the people who run the "Wholesome Games" showcases have anything against games that are dark or violent or contain adult themes. (They've outright said they don't. Many times!) But when you see people going "why is Spiritfarer allowed in the showcase? That's a game about DEATH and that's NOT WHOLESOME, why would you make me think about death?" or "Ugh, why does Disco Elysium have to be about a cop? Why can't we apply these systems to a game about a young witch who's trying to find a lost cat in an idyllic village instead?" it... Well, it makes me sympathetic towards the indies who don't feel comfortable with the "Wholesome Games" label and consider it limiting. But it also doesn't make me think that devs catering to a demand for more chill, nonviolent video games are categorically facilitating fascist censorship from the Christian right

It's complicated! The written word is imprecise and the internet is a nightmare

I've kind of gone off on multiple tangents here. Basically: I do think that people can kinda turn fans of "comfy" media or "adults who only watch Bluey" into an overblown boogeyman these days. I think people online generally have a habit of swinging too hard in one direction or another in their stances on certain things, overcompensating based on what group of people online are currently annoying them the most and turning said group into like The Main Problem With Society Today. But I also think that boogeyman only exists because of very real examples of people demanding that everything cater to their narrow comfort zone. Go like what you like, but also, y'know. Don't be that person

[rwottenbunnie]

HEEEYY CHAT!! ANNOUNCEMENT I THINK ??? IDK IDK

Okai ,,, SO you know my resource rentry and server?? Im now gonna start mod applications or whatever the fuck their called , now you might be wondering, how?? WELLL !! To get hired you need to prove your trustworthy enough to manage a server , And how do you do that?? well ... kinda obvious 😓... labor ... WELL DONT WORRY THO ! Its gonna be easy ! Basically, to join you will have to prove you can a) NOT be problematic and have common sense , obviously right? b) be able to handle a server properly! AND maybe have decor skills ! So to prove that you can do any of that , to anyone wanting to join , they will have to make a post saying what they can contribute, and ect , to have a higher chance of getting hired , you can make decor for the server or rentry !! YAY !! The theme is Pusheen , Strawberries and Buns ^_^ ! (🥯 these buns ... ) the color scheme should be pink(or red) and green ! You can make channels , graphics ( graphics for the rule channel to make it pretty , role channel ect ect ) OOORRR anything useful so you can get hired ! Obviously moots have a better chance of getting hired but shh ... but ok ok enough ranting, if you DO get hired and contribute, you will be getting a themepack from me, any character not on my blacklist will do ! ( My blactlist is : Problematic media , Hoyo games ( Personal preference ) , Characters with low resources, Arcane ( Personal preference ) , Ocs ( UNLESS you provide the resources/there is alot of resources, Thats it i think !! ) SO YEAH !! You can also do stuff for the rentry which can help you get hired, Metadata, graphics anything! ^_^ Anyway , enough yapping here is the server ...

( NOTE server is obviously not done yet . )

Promo?? PLZ ??? @dwevilliette , @pupytrail , @rwanrui , @holdedasengel , @decotel , @kwunibun , @cuisinekuga , @gubbioso , @pitfall-bakery , @phaexie , @favouritekiss , @hwizou

[theapollospectrohelioscopic]

Hello. This is an introduction post.

I am TheApolloSpectrohelioscopic, but I mainly go by the names Apollo and Spectro.

Other names I go by include:

Apollon

Mind

Apollinariya

Polina

Helio

Helios

Lux

Sun

Xanthus

Ash/ASh/ASH/Ashs/AShs

Basically any name related to the sun or to sunshine or to light or to Mind from CCCC

Some names related to the colour blue or to the colour yellow

Honestly I don’t really care what you call me just don’t be a third derivative of displacement

Well, also make sure it is obvious that you are referring to me.

Oh and if you are my irl friend you can call me Lemonade but only if you are my irl friend. Or, well, if you are in on the joke you can call me Lemonade.

I use all pronouns.

I am a minor.

My birthday is the tenth of July.

I am primarily in the CCCC fandom (if you couldn’t already tell), but I am also in the OSC and Hermitcraft/Life Series fandoms as well. I also might somewhat be in the CRK and PJSK fandoms as well.

Yes, spectrohelioscopic is a real word (at least, according to some sources, autocorrect says it isn’t a real word).

I have diagnosed ADHD and autism.

I am genuinely baffled by the fact that there are people who hate Mind.

I am not the greatest at drawing, but I might occasionally post drawings of primarily Mind, but on occasion other characters.

Aquatic creatures are cool, my favourite being squids, octopodes (yes that is a correct pluralisation of octopus), and jellyfishes.

Foxes are my favourite animal. Fun fact: A group of foxes is called a skulk.

I live in Australia.

I prefer cats to dogs.

I have way too many aus that I never write stuff down about.

I suck at telling if questions are directed towards me.

I may ramble at any time.

My favourite movie is Colorful Stage! The Movie: A Miku Who Can’t Sing.

I fucking adore Mind.

If my tags ever seem to not fit it is because I don’t know what tags I should use and because I honestly don’t really care.

I have an overabundance of Mind headcanons, and very few for Heart and Soul.

I enjoy mathematics, and think calculus is cool.

I have a quite spectacular vocabulary, but if you were to give me a vocabulary test, I would most likely do not so spectacularly, for those tests use words like “jocular”, whereas I know words like “idolatry”, “autophagy”, and “defenestration”.

Despite said good vocabulary, I often use plain and ordinary language.

Anyways that’s enough random facts about me.

DNI: Basic stuff I guess I don’t know all the different words and I also don’t want this to take up 17 duotrigintillion rows.

I will not answer donation asks!

List of tags I may use and what they mean:

“uh oh apollos rambling again” - I go on a ramble about something.

”tag rambling” - I ramble in the tags.

“apollo rambles somewhat” - I go on a short ramble, one that isn’t full length.

“oh yeah i reblog stuff sometimes” - I reblog something.

“oh wait polls are a thing” - I make a poll.

More tags may be added to this list, and I may not be consistent with my usage of these tags.

[average-hyperfixator]

IHNMAIMS + Mouthwashing but I get the characters CORRECT DAMNIT(/lighthearted)

None of the characters are 1:1s of each other but I'm tired of people slandering Ted's name by saying JIMMY is his counterpart. (btw I wanna mention that yea ik that Ted and Jimmy have some similarities but there just aren't ENOUGH for me to say they are counterparts.) Ted - Curly ~ My reasoning: They both are morally grey characters who really just. Do not make the best decisions. However, said decisions are heavily influenced by the environment they're stuck in, as well as their less-than-perfect mental states. (Ted's. Everything. And Curly's heavily implied depression.) This doesn't justify their decisions, but it does show they aren't choosing to be bad. Both try their best to save their companions and suffer body mutilation after the fact. (Ted was actually successful in saving the other 4, Curly... he tried okay.) No I will not be taking any debate on this, if I do get into a debate about this I'm worried I'd get mad. and I prefer being filled with joy and whimsy.

Ellen - Anya ~ My reasoning: okay I don't think I really need to explain myself here, but I may as well point out how I wish Ellen got the respect Anya did. I'm so sorry these two have to be stuck with men. Moving on.

Gorrister - Swansea ~ My reasoning: They're both old and somewhat apathetic about the situation they're stuck in. (Considering the canon you're looking at they also both have wives) They're also both a wee bit rude but one can see that as part of their charm. Not much I can say here I just think they're similar.

Nimdok - Jimmy ~ My reasoning: I don't like them. Seriously I don't know why we didn't immediately shove these two together, no one likes Jimmy, no one likes Nimdok. and for GOOD REASON. (yes I am aware both have fans, I'm just hoping they're fans for non-problematic reasons) I don't care, I don't care. I'm putting them together, like I said they can't all be 1:1. If we look at the game canon for Nimdok (which is the only real characterization we get considering he's kind of just, there, in the book) he actively makes horrible decisions, he chooses to be bad. Yk who ELSE makes the active decision to do bad shit? Jimmy. Benny - Daisuke ~ My reasoning: yeah this is why I said at the beginning not everything is a 1:1. I genuinely don't think Daisuke has a proper counterpart in the story (because they're different stories!) but if I were to point out similarities, I'd point out naivety, and facial mutilation. That's all I got for ya.

anyway this is the definitive list that I totally didn't write just so I could point out the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS similarities between Ted and Curly. Nah. I'm normal.

anyway lalala back to never dropping opinion pieces on media I'm hyperfixated on bc I get way too emotional lalala

[gojocp]

things they've done/said

cw: some of gojo's dialogue is from 'dangerously yours', pookie pie's so cute brah, can you tell i'm mostly writing for characters i have a preference for?? also how tf do you write good apologies that sound genuine? LMFAO featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro

a/n: hello!! school's kicking my ass guys, sorry for not posting for a while. i literally lost all motivation :(( anyways, lmk how this is, hope you enjoy!! credits to my annoying sister for the idea for megumi's scenario.

GOJO SATORU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Once, I told you I'd kissed a thousand women.." Satoru starts.

You reminisce before you and Satoru started dating, how he tried his hardest to make you fall for him, only to fall in love himself.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"I've kissed sooo many women before. A thousand, probably more than that." Satoru boasts, a faint blush on his face. "One more kiss from you doesn't mean anything..!"

"I'm sure it doesn't.." You respond, leaning into him for another.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"Go on.." You say, urging him to continue.

"It was a lie.." He confesses, feeling his ears grow warm.

"I know.." You state, smiling fondly at him.

"You- wh- you knew??" He exclaims, stunned that you knew the whole time. And here he though he was being so secretive.

"Yeah, it was pretty obvious. I mean- you kissed a thousand women? Nobody believed that." you continue, gazing at him with love in your eyes.

"Yeah right! You only know now because I told you." The high schooler retorts, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he couldn't convince you.

"..okay.." You say, letting it go and resting your head on his shoulder.

You both gaze at the sunset, blissfully wrapped in each other's arms. Satoru pulls you closer and starts,

"How many guys have you kissed?"

"Very few. None of them meet the criteria," You answer.

"Oh? And I met it, right? I mean, you kiss me all the time," he responds smugly, facing you with a teasing grin plastered on his lips.

"Not really, no."

"WHAT?!"

"I just wanted to kiss you, that's why.." You confess, feeling your cheeks grow the slightest bit warm.

"Ahh.. and I don't suppose you'd want to kiss me right now, would you? He teasingly asks, cupping your face with one hand and leaning in with a smile.

"I would, actually," You respond, playing along with his childish antics.

Pulling away, he stares at you lovingly.

"Now, tell me what I need to do to meet the criteria."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

GETO SUGURU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Isn't she soo hot??" Satoru exclaims loudly, showing his phone to your boyfriend Suguru. "It's Waka Inoue. She's soo fine."

"Yeah, she is." He agrees, smiling at his friend.

'Is this guy fucking serious?' You think, sharing a look with Shoko, telling you she was thinking the same thing. 'Who calls another girl hot in front of their girlfriend?'

"She's hot?" You question, an eerie look in your eyes that causes Suguru to low-key freak out.

"Yeah, wanna see?" Satoru asks, showing his phone to you. it reveals a woman in a bikini posing (though it does very little to cover her skin).

"...This is what you're into?" You continue to press your boyfriend over the matter, upset that he would agree with his friend calling other women 'hot' and 'fine' in front of you.

"Uh-well-not- it's like.." He sputters, his ears reddening as his two friends laugh at his expense.

"Wow," You say flatly, turning on your heel and walking away upset.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"I fucked up.." Suguru says, resting his head in his hands. "Yeah, we know.." Responds Satoru, clearly not helping this situation, as he receives a pointed glare from his friend.

"What do I do? She probably hates me." Suguru asks, aiming his question at his brunette classmate rather than toward his idiot friend.

"Talk to her, man.. communication is key," she responds, patting her sulking friend's back.

"And!! Tell her she's soo pretty, and you love her sooooo much and buy her flowers and chocolate and a necklace-"

"OKAY!" Suguru interrupts, having enough of his white-haired friend's antics. "I'll just, talk to her... I think I really hurt her feelings. I mean- she hasn't come out of her room since then and she won't talk to me. It's been 4 hours."

"I don't think she likes you anymore," Satoru interjects, however, his words fall on deaf ears as Shoko starts to speak,

"She looked upset. I mean, if she was telling me she thought some guy was 'so fine' and 'so hot' you'd be upset too, right?" She questions, trying to get your boyfriend to understand your feelings.

"Yeah.." He agrees, thinking about his plan and how he's going to win you back (even though he hadn't really lost you in the first place).

.・。.・゜✭・.

knock knock knock

"Yeah?" You sigh, opening the door. To your surprise, you see your boyfriend holding flowers with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Wh- huh? What is this?" You manage to ask, after standing shocked for a minute.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it when I said she was hot. I wasn't thinking. I didn't take into consideration how it'd make you feel. And, god, I'm so sorry. If you don't want to talk to me ever again, I get it. But.. at least take this." He sighs, holding out the flowers for you.

You take the flowers from him and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly and holds you close to him. He lets out a sigh as he feels you relax against him, glad you aren't upset anymore.

"I'm sorry too, I overreacted. I know you probably didn't mean it, but I got upset, and..." you begin, not wanting to acknowledge your feelings, even though you know it's for the better, "insecure."

"And it's okay. If I were you, I would've done the same thing." He reassures, pulling away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

He leans in and places a kiss on your lips, tilting his head to get a better angle as you wrap your arms around his waist. As you pull apart to breathe, you hear a familiar agitating voice,

"EWW! Get a room, guys!! You're disgusting!"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"ITADORI!! OUT OF THE WAY!!" Yelled Nobara, skating at high speeds directly towards Itadori.

"huh?- OH GOD!"

"Kugisaki, slow down."

"I CAN'T!"

Nobara rams into Itadori and they both slide across the floor, knocking down everything else in the way.

"That's about to be me." You say to Megumi, holding onto the wall so you don't fall.

"It's not that hard, they just suck... Here, I'll teach you." He replies softly, holding a hand out to you. You take one hand off the wall and hold onto his with all you might, clutching it with the other.

He slowly guides you around the rink, paying no mind to the strength you're using to hold onto his hand. As your classmates lay helplessly on top of each other, you say,

"Shouldn't we help them?"

"They'll be fine," Megumi responds, sparing them no more than a glance.

Amidst the screaming from your friends, you manage to go around the rink twice as Megumi guides you off and to the table where your bags reside. He pulls out a chair and slowly helps you sit, handing you a water bottle.

"Thank you." You say, taking a drink. Directing a soft smile your way, he goes to help his friends still lying on the floor.

As he sits them down, he turns to you and asks,

"Want to go again?"

"Yes!" You gleam, quickly standing up. You seemed to lean forward too much as the ground got closer and closer. However, your boyfriend was there to catch you just in time.

"Careful, don't fall before you get on the rink." He teases, a teasing grin lacing his lips.

"Y-yeah." You stutter, having rarely seen the teasing side of Megumi.

You clutch his hand tighter than last time as he guides you back on to the rink.

"If you keep holding my hand that tight, you won't learn." He starts, prying one of your hands off of his own. "Try with one first. It's not as bad as you think. Trust me."

"Okay.." Your hand shakes in his hold, still scared of falling. As he notices, he says, "I'm holding you. You're not gonna fall."

He takes you around in circles a few times before suggesting you try on your own.

"NO!.. No, I'm okay, let's keep going like this." He slowly pries your hand off his, smiling softly at you as he skates out of arm's reach.

"Just try once, and you can hold my hand again. I'll be right behind you."

You mimic his movements, glad your observation skills are coming in hand. After what feels like an eternity of skating, you make it back to the start of the rink, Megumi trailing behind you.

"Hello, students!! Sorry to cut the fun short, but we're going back now!!" Your teacher calls out, waiting by the door of the roller place.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"Was that your first time rollerblading?" Your boyfriend asks, holding your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, as you trail behind your classmates.

"Yeah.." You respond, slightly embarrassed.

"You did well." He continues, pulling you in for a quick kiss before pulling away and continuing on your walk back, not wanting your friends to tease him about it as they usually do.

"FUSHIGURO!! (Y/N)!! HURRY UP!" Itadori calls out, waiting at the crosswalk with Nobara and Gojo behind him. Gojo shoots you a knowing smile before Megumi responds,

"Yeah, we're coming."

[characteroulette]

posting my rant because I will forever be upset about the state of my guy Apollo Justice --

People lobby the player surrogate criticism at Apollo actually as a "he has no character because of this" and it also boggled my mind

Apollo has his own wants and desires. He is also just really good at going with the flow, taking the path of least resistance, almost like he learned fighting his circumstances was more of a hassle than actually helpful or something hmmmmm

From what I have seen, most of these people also hate the Naruhobo turn for Phoenix, so like. There is a correlation here possibly. I am starting to pull the pieces together as to why people hate the Naruhobo turn, and it is also rooted in the belief that they are Phoenix

Phoenix is a great guy, don't get me wrong, but he is such a bitch a lot of the time. Snarky guy who refuses to speak up about anything. He is not a player surrogate, but it is easy to see him that way (for some people, at least). having his internal monologue helps, it's the trick that places us into his shoes, gets us thinking like he does

But DD and SOJ kinda wipe him of most of his interesting character traits. DD and SOJ /do/ just turn him into the player surrogate. They fulfil the fantasy a good amount of players want

Meanwhile, Hobohodo spits in the face of that. Here is a man who is no longer familiar to you. He isn't what you remember, despite being /exactly/ who he was the whole time

The absolutely catastrophic gap between character change making the player go "What the hell happened??" for Naruhobo and DD Apollo is staggering. Naruhobo is how you do it, it makes sense for his character as much as people whine that it doesn't

But yeah. The character turn in DD for Apollo is handled so poorly because it's a gimmick. It isn't a continuation, it is a harsh redirect that doesn't end up mattering. Another reason some people find DD and SOJ Phoenix to be awful, because it makes AJ feel really inconsequential to his character and we have to work so hard to connect it back to that

Tangent. I prefer Clay living because the drama is better (and also I hate Starbuck) (like Clay being a part of the plot implicates him WAY more than just. Starbuck not knowing wtf happened because he was drugged. Steel Samurai did this and by the final day it was agreed there was no way Will Powers could have done it, should have been the same case here). But it is the point of the thing that the death of the bestie is what drives the character into the sudden shift. I also hate that but that is the whole point of it. Actually being able to SEE AND INTERACT with Clay would have been the better option. Fridging him makes it sooooo obvious that he was fridged.

(Capcom needed an excuse to have Apollo be weird and that excuse was Clay. Unfortunately, Capcom forgot the big chunk of their fans are the gay ships people.)

Anyway. Apollo comes across so well as an orphan nobody kid who has had to fight to get where he is. It speaks of loneliness and the understanding of a world which he doesn't fit neatly into and refuses to accommodate him

And this is why DD is awful because suddenly Apollo isn't that lonely guy anymore and he's more than willing to just be the comedic straight man who is grumpy most the time instead of straining at his barriers despite knowing it to be better to play the path of least resistance and in this essay I will TEAR DUAL DESTINIES LIMB FROM LIMB /silly

(DD does some fun stuff!! One day I will write a positive essay on it because it really does follow and encapsulate a lot of the themes the Investigations games began. The whole Dark Age of the Law stuff basically COMES from Investigations. But DD is an insult to me specifically because Apollo is my guy and they fucked that aspect up so spectacularly.) rip DD and SOJ who floundered and wanted nothing to do with Apollo yet were forced to make their plots centre him in the end because he was the only one they could focus on (Phoenix isn't allowed to develop anymore and Athena is a girl she can't be more than the deuteragonist)

[mysteryofloveforevermore]

Hi! I really didn't want to do this, but Samtrick caught up with me! 😭😁 I really try to stay away from real people's ships, but it's so hard when there's such chemistry between them (I think you understand me as shipper charmie, j2, etc.). I actually joined WL because of saxloch (brought back memories of my youth and love for wincest, lol). I was genuinely worried about them and wanted the best for them. In general, that's almost what happened, at least they're alive, lol. But for me, the ending of their relationship is too open (clearly left so that everyone can interpret their future as they want, but I would prefer specifics). I still hope that Mike decides to release a separate series about the Ratliff family. At first, I didn't really focus on the actors themselves. And there was very little content from them together, and it even surprised me. I thought it was weird. I've seen various theories related to personal branding/hate etc. And Patrick seemed much more relaxed and open to me, even in promoting saxloch, unlike Sam. But I think it had to do with a lot of hate towards his character and the fact that he is very young and more closed and shy, unlike Patrick. Anyway, I tried not to go into details, although I liked their joint content. They clearly became close. I also understand perfectly well that there is such a thing as queerbaiting or just a smart move to promote. It is everywhere and everywhere. I think you know what I mean. And of course Patrick and Sam can also promote themselves or something else through saxloch. But I don't care 😂 Honestly, they could have used it much better and more. They should have milked it for all it's worth. I still find it strange that there are so few interviews between them. If I'm not mistaken, there is only one where it's just the two of them?!? How so??? And even taking those moments from the general interviews, I still noticed how Sam reacts to Patrick 😭 He's such a baby. Patrick holds up better, but he also glances at Sam. I would like to see them together more often! Maybe next year during the awards season they will appear somewhere. We have literally crumbs! I think we could have said more about them if we had at least some of the same promo as charmie when they promoted CMBYN. And I'm not saying that then we would have understood that there is something between them 100%. On the contrary, we were able to fully appreciate their duet and come to different conclusions. Maybe it would have become obvious that they became friends like bros or we would have seen a much bigger and deeper connection. Either way, I'm not 100% sure about anything. We just gathered here to share our thoughts. I support the guys regardless of the type of relationship they have. And I wish each of them success in their careers.

I feel you❤️ Being both Charmie and J2 shipper, I know how difficult it is to get involve in rpf ships, even though we only post sweet posts about them on our blogs and nothing more but every time we hear something weird might have happened between them it makes me sad, like that one time J2 had that fight about Jensen not telling Jared about his new Winchester series though thankfully that was nothing 😅❤️ or like how Armie and Timmy don’t speak to each other anymore, and they both have changed a lot and some of the stuff Armie says in his podcasts confuse me but thanks to Luca we know for sure that they have fallen in love with each other when they were on set although we never had doubts about it but they have changed a lot and the current situation is hard to watch💔

Hence when I got into to Samtrick ship I promised myself to not have high expectations, also the lack of Samtrick interviews, content and signs in general made me a cautious shipper🥲 I just love the bond between these two, like the way the interacted and look at each other in interviews 💕💕💕

Yeah tbh I also find the whole situation very strange, I still think it’s odd that the boys didn’t do the interviews together specifically when the questions were about their characters and the what happened between the brothers in episode 5, like at least they could have all three Ratliff kids to do the interviews, because both Sam and Patrick said that most of their scenes were together so the fact that they didn’t allow them do the interviews only made some people think that maybe they are not really friends which makes me sad because based on their mysterious posts and their little interactions online you can tell their friendship is genuine, and that all three of them Sam and Patrick truly love each other, I mean as friends at least 💕

Furthermore, they seemed a bit too nervous at the last interview they did with the cast, specially Patrick. Like there were moments you could tell Patrick was trying to avoid looking directly at Sam when Sam was answering question. For example, in this moment at first Patrick was smiling while looking at Sam as he was answering but then he looked at the audience and then tried to hide his smile.

Moreover, I understand they both don’t like using social media but at various events we got photos of Patrick with other male costars but nothing with Sam, it’s like forbidden for these two to take photos but why, I get it they played brothers but they are not blood related irl so why can’t they take photos now that the third season has ended🤔

Like for instance, today Patrick posted two photos with Julia and another friend but we can’t expect Sam and Patrick to post any photos together. But I don’t blame the boys, they are both seem like such nice people, they also seem humble and kind but this is Hollywood and we live in weird societies, so we can’t expect anything more. I just wish both of them all the best because they deserve it ❤️❤️❤️

[justjesse116]

Can I pester you for your thoughts on Dabi and Hawks' respective canon endings (if you haven't posted em somewhere already and I've just missed it)

Oh yeah, I did say I'd touch on that and sure never did huh. I got so fed up that I just ignored the ending and didn't feel like acknowledging it with a post anymore.

But I do have an answer for you. It's gonna be a long one, buckle up buttercup.

As for Dabi's 'end'.

Ah yes, fantastic message Horikoshi, if you're not a perfect victim and don't shrink away and make yourself small and hide away from your abuse/abuser - if you get mad and lash out then you should just fucking die. Your ABUSER gets a second chance, but you can just go fuck yourself.

(For a better understanding on how I feel about Dabi's story as a whole I got, what, 2 sentences in and had to pause because I'm sick as hell right now and a little fucked up on cold medicine, and I got so mad my hands started shaking and my heart tried to do it's best impression of a wildebeest stampede in my chest. (Emotional regulation who?))

Dabi is my ride or die, because I came from a home where my sperm donor terrorized me my whole life for the crime of being alive and having the gall to take after my mother. I have an unfortunately personal understanding of how he feels, at least in part, and his end in the story is what bothers me most, and will continue to do so.

Did he go about it the best way? No, I'm not a fan of the murder (arson I couldn't give 2 fucks about, destroy that government property babey) but I can't blame him for turning out the way he did. He went through literal hell and came out the other side torn apart physically and mentally. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't fantasize about killing my sperm donor for all the ways he fucked me up every once in a while, so I can't blame him for that either. I think it's a natural reaction to want to eliminate a perceived threat, especially one as traumatizing as one of the people who are supposed to be guaranteed to love you turning on you the way Endeavor did.

But anyway, I'm rambling at this point so in a nutshell; FUCK Horikoshi and his wishy washy writing and bitchass cop out. The end to Dabi's story is insulting at best and harmful at worst. It's very obvious that he was over My Hero, since he bulldozed over anything that would resemble a satisfying ending in regards to multiple parts of the story, but his handling of Dabi as a character is the most egregious in my opinion. I have well and truly had enough of this man (derogatory).

So now I shall move on to the man, the myth, the legend, the love of my life - you get it. Hawks. And if I'm being honest I'm not very keen on his ending either.

First of all, what ever happened to giving heroes more time to kill?

Ahem. Excuse me, getting a little heated.

Fucking give me that man, he needs to be sat down in a plush fucking armchair, with a mug of actual coffee, not that canned shit, bundled in the softest blanket money can buy, just relaxing and reading or watching a show. LET THAT MAN REST. HIS ASS HAS NO BUSINESS BEING THE PRESIDENT OF AN ORGANIZATION THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABOLISHED AT THE END. THAT'S WHAT IT FELT LIKE HORIKOSHI WAS HINTING TOWARDS THE WHOLE TIME. GET RID OF THE HERO SYSTEM. BUT NOOOOO.

To be a little more coherent (hopefully) about it. It's not to say I don't think he could do it, I just think it was one fuck of a leap. That was some Olympic level stretching, at least in my opinion. I just think that man deserves to rest. He belongs in a quiet little house in the countryside and he has a part time job at like, a local farm or something and in his spare time he volunteers all over town and preferably Dabi is there as well 🙄. Give him peace and quiet, let him rest.

I honestly don't know what would have satisfied me canon wise for his ending, but HPSC president just ain't it. Again, I feel like it was Horikoshi catching the cooties for his own work; he just wanted to be done with it so he slapped together what he thought was the most likely of scenarios and just left it at that. In a word; disappointing.

I see a lot of people saying he should have died, because out of everyone of the heroes his death would have made the most sense and had the most meaning or whatever, and I can agree with that, but I'm still glad he's not dead. It absolutely is fucked up how disproportionate the deaths were when it comes to heroes vs villains, no one can deny that. But dammit I need a win, I need a fave who ain't dead.

I think that about wraps up my thoughts without me writing a god damn dissertation. Thanks for the ask, it was a nice distraction.