#too lazy to draw background moment

[allknowingaxolotl]

They found some treasure :DD

[leaphia]

Brothers

Isaac and Marek

[redfeline]

redrawing stuff ep 2: this is a stylized version of my sibling's roblox avatar. Original drawn back when they were really into flamingo.

[altverse-invertverse]

Kallamar Artist/Architect HC

Listening to this song while scrolling through Kallamar fanart gave me an idea about a week ago that fit into my hc’s and such for him.

Kallamar, despite loving his brother Narinder, feared him ever since Shamura introduced him (yada yada). So to try and conquer his fears, he decided to try paint moments of Narinder he found precious, trying to capture how Narinder wasn’t anything to be afraid of. After all, he was just a kit, what could he possibly do.

Now just being an artist and architect, though his main pursuit was in the medical field, he fell in love with artistic work and beauty. Not only that but he made the blueprint for his temple(with the help of Shamura), and made it more bedazzled than the others! (I’ll try to draw the temple if I can, I'm not good at backgrounds) So this became a side hobby whenever he wasn’t busy, needed to relax, or just wanted to make gifts for his siblings.

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Either way I had alot of fun drawing this, waay too lazy to draw an accurate background for a temple so I did an average ass wallpaper, boring ik. BUUUUT, my favorite part was testing digital painting pens to draw child Narinder! Though there I things I wish I fixed-

[truly-neutral-art]

Din/Luke Pacific Rim AU pt.2

Pt.1 | Pt.3

Another addition to this AU because It's been living in my head rent free for ages. I can't do a Pacific Rim AU without recreating the iconic Kwoon scene. Also, I was too lazy to draw backgrounds so I just stole them from the movie  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Under the cut is a teaser of the fic I'm trying to write. It's a first draft, so there's probably some mistakes. Also, I'm still kind of in Screen Writing mode from school, so please don't mind if there's not a lot of internal character narration.

“Four points to two,” Luke calls after the final candidate falls. His emotions are carefully masked on his face but Din can see how tense he is. 

“We’re wasting time, Marshal. He’s barely compatible with any of them, this isn’t going to work,” Luke says.

“What do you suggest?” The Marshal raises a brow. 

“Put me in charge, I’m drift compatible with several cadets. We don’t need him.” Luke gestures towards Din. The look on his face makes Din’s blood boil. Contempt. What did he ever do to Luke to earn this?

“What’s your problem, Skywalker?” Din stomps towards the edge of the mat. 

“I’ve already told you, I don’t think you're the right man for the job,” Luke replies. He’s now turned squarely towards Din, his face back to that eerie calm. It sends a shiver down Din’s spine. 

“No, there’s more. You’ve got a problem with me.” Din steps closer, trying to ignore the piercing blue of Luke’s eyes. 

“Enough! both of you.” Marshal Skywalker turns to them both. 

“If you think you’re so much better, then let’s go.” Din points his bō at Luke. “If you win, you can pilot the Crest. If I win, you back off.” Din holds Luke's gaze, projecting his challenge. 

“Neither of you are in the position to make that decision,” Anakin states, breaking the spell. 

“What? Think your own blood isn’t good enough to beat me?” Din didn’t know Marshal Skywalker that well, but from what he did know, the man was prideful. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but it got him what he wanted. 

The Martial turned towards Luke, earning his attention. No words were exchanged between them, the Martial simply gave a nod. A brief look of satisfaction washed over Luke’s face. Din turned towards the mat to prepare for the fight before Luke’s eyes turned back to him. 

Luke stepped to the edge of the mat, shoes and outer shirt removed. He bowed at the waist before stepping forward. He was in a simple black tank top and the standard cargo pants. It was the first time Din had seen any of his skin exposed beyond his face. His arms and neck were covered in pale, lightning-like scars that looked like they extended beyond what Din could see. He wasn’t sure what to make of them. He knew almost nothing about Luke when he really thought about it. Only what he heard from the news from the past four years.

He had to admit, it made him earn a little more respect for the kid. At first he’d seemed like a petulant child who was getting his favorite toy taken away, but now, Din wasn’t as sure that was the case. He had no more time to think on it as he and Luke passed each other on the mat, walking to opposite sides, then turning to face each other. 

In the blink of an eye Luke swung his bō with the finesse of a warrior. He moved forward before stopping in the middle of the mat as he pulled his bō up in defense. Din followed suit, taking on a more aggressive starting position. He could tell Luke was analyzing him, eyes flitting around to every point of his body. Din took the opportunity to attack. In one swift moment he had his bō mimicking a strike at Luke’s skull. 

“One, Zero.” The words had barely left his mouth before Luke made a counter attack. In a flash Luke had reversed their positions with a satisfied smirk. 

Without wasting any more time the two began to fight again in an explosion of movement. The people in the kwoon reacted to them, but Din’s focus narrowed in until it was only them in the room. He watched Luke’s movements carefully, anticipating and blocking every attack that came and returning his own. He picked up on a franticness in Lukes’s movements and took advantage, landing an attack on his ribs. 

“You’re too eager, you’re projecting your moves,” Din commented as they reset. 

“I don’t need your advice.” Despite his words, Luke waited, ready for Din’s next move. 

Luke swiftly blocked everything Din threw at him and pushed back even harder. In the next moment Luke attacked with a flurry of blows, catching Din off guard. He was stronger than he looked. 

“Two, two.” Luke had once again evened the score. 

There was barely a pause before they were at it again. This bout lasted longer than the others, both having picked up on each other’s gambit. They danced around each other, the only sound in Din’s ears were the clacking of their bō staffs and their heavy breathing. Neither was holding back. 

In a blur of motion Luke darted towards Din’s legs, throwing him off balance. Din rolled out of the throw but as he lifted his head he was met with Luke’s bō to his throat. Luke's eyes were no less intense this close. 

“Two, Three.” Luke stepped back into a ready position. “Better watch out, Djarin.” There was a satisfied smirk on his face. He was winning. Din wouldn’t give up that easily. 

He pulled out every trick he had, but Luke seemed to always be a step ahead. He was too fast, almost as if he could read Din’s mind. From the outside it would almost look like this was rehearsed. In the end, it was Din’s weight advantage that won him the point. He moved in close and pinned Luke's arm before throwing him down to the mat. The blond hit the ground on his back, breath escaping his lungs from the impact. 

Din almost went to help him up but Luke threw his legs backwards into a handstand before standing back up. He barely looked affected, the only sign of fatigue on him was the sweat on his forehead that matted down his blond hair. 

“Three, Three,” Din called. “And there’s no need to show off.” 

The next point would declare a winner. There was a smile on Luke’s face, different from the ones before. This one was more open, leaving Din feeling dizzy instead of insulted. 

Din tried to understand it but there was no more time to ponder as Luke set on his next attacks. He was more aggressive than he’d been the rest of the fight but Din pushed back, not without some difficulty. Luke danced around Din with a frightening agility. The only thing that kept Din in the fight for so long were his reflexes. He knew he had to end this fight soon or Luke would eventually wear him down. 

In a decisive move Din attacked at Luke’s head, trading off his defense for offense. He had Luke on the move, nearly pushing him off the mat. However, before he could land a finishing blow Luke darted to the side, slipping his leg between Din’s and toppling him to the floor. When Din processed what happened, he was pinned under Luke’s hips on his chest and his bō at his neck. 

Cheers erupted from the gathered crowd, but Din’s view had narrowed into Luke as he stood up. Din stayed on the ground, still a bit stunned from the end of the fight. He wasn’t really sure how to feel about its outcome. But one thing was for certain, he and Luke were drift compatible. Very drift compatible. 

Din was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even realize Luke was reaching down to him until his hand was in his face. He took it and allowed Luke to help him to his feet. 

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Luke asked.

“Yeah.”

[naouya]

tw. smoking

suguru: are you awake?

when you had responded with a simple ‘yes’ , you didn’t expect to find yourself sitting in his car in an empty parking lot an hour later.

geto inhales deeply from the cig. looking at you with lidded and slightly smoked out eyes, he dangles it in front of your lips. he watches as you take the blunt in your mouth, the tip faintly lighting up; the smoke burns through your throat and lungs, holding it in for a few seconds almost hurts. an urge of coughing occurs at the first hit, but soon you get used to the taste and feeling. 

the car is now filled with the characteristic smell of the smoke, songs that perfectly fit the mood playing in the background. you wear a lazy, but ecstatic smile on your face; you made that playlist for him. 

suguru turns his head to you, blowing the smoke towards your face, as he hands you the blunt. the same blunt is getting shorter and shorter, both of your minds getting foggier and hazier. it’s one of the best and weirdest feelings, really. 

after you finish smoking, you lean forward to turn the volume up of the music. the song playing is both your and his favorite; you turn to him with a nostalgic smile. he looks at you with slightly parted lips— he hesitates for a moment.

fuck it, he thinks, gently pulling you closer by your arm. his steady breaths tickle your lips, only a few inches away from yours. as you lip sync the song, he watches you with an amused smile. the fogginess of your mind allows you to act without thinking; the tension, that has been lingering between you for years, overtakes your senses. 

geto closes the distance— he has been waiting for too long. the kiss is languid, almost hesitant at first as his lips move slowly against yours. your hand finds its way into his hair, gently grabbing at the soft tufts. at this point, he’s unsure if it’s the blunt or the feeling of your lips putting him in a daze, but a small groan slips through his lips as you twirl his strands between your fingers. your lips meld together and it feels as if it’s only the two of you— like this is the one moment that matters. the kiss soon gets messy, sloppy; the feeling of his hot mouth on yours leaves you flustered. 

his hand slips down, gently squeezes, caresses your thigh, and starts pulling you over the gear shift and into his lap. your movements are clumsy, your limbs feel heavy, and he’s not much of a help either; your leg gets stuck, resulting in both of you bursting out in laughter. after a bit of struggling, you sit down on his lap in the driver’s seat, the giggling slowly dies, and suddenly he’s placing hot, open-mouthed kisses all the way from your jaw, down on your throat. your hands roam all over his shoulders and back, feeling his tensing muscles as he works his way back to your lips. you whimper at the overwhelming feeling; his hands are now on your ass, drawing you closer, having you grind down on his lap. he pulls away, and looks at you with red, swollen lips. a confident smirk plays on his lips, as he says;

“let’s take this home, yea?”

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: A deer annoys the life out of you and you become a bit suspicious in the end

CH-7: A slithery......friend?

*poke**poke*

You grumbled in your sleep as you felt something poking you over your blanket. Your eyebrows furrowed as you held Charlie closer who was also asleep. The poking seemed to stop for a moment. But then suddenly your whole blanket was pulled off causing your eyes to shot open.

"Bitc-"

You stopped as a disappointed groan came from the deer in front of you, your blanket in its mouth. You rubbed your temples with frustration. You still wanted to sleep a bit longer.

Begrudgingly, you stood up and headed to your bathroom. After coming out refreshed, you headed to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. You started one of Ashley's drawing livestreams as a background noise and to lift your moods up. You were cackling with all the jokes and jabs from the va's. And blushed whenever alastor would flirt, even if it wasn't directed towards you. This man's voice was just flawless.

For some reason the deer really disliked whenever Alastor spoke. It tried to bite your phone once but you quickly moved it out of its way. "Bad,bad deer!" You shouted.

In response the deer just squinted it's eyes at you with disapproval. You feared for a moment that it'll try to bite your hand off. But it didn't and just turned it's head away from you.

Another weird thing happened when you were trying to cook breakfast for yourself. You left your front door open in hopes the deer will finally leave you alone and go back in the forest. And the other reason was for the ewe to eat fresh grass. After yesterday you were sure they wouldn't run away from you. The ewe did go out. However the deer did not. It settled on just watching you cook in the kitchen.

You were trying to prepare meat for cooking. You cut your meat into small pieces as you went to wash your vegetables. Before you could react, the deer came forward and took the pieces in its mouth, chewing it. You gave the deer a horrified look. You never heard that deer's could eat meat. You only knew them to eat grass and other veggies.

*Earlier before*

Though Alastor didn't like that you touched him. He had to admit you did your job at sewing him up pretty well. He would forcefully stay with you wether you liked it or not as per Charlie's suggestion. However he didn't expect you to be so gentle with him after seeing him tensed up or the fact you cared to cover him up last night.

He chuckled to himself. What a sweet little girl you were. You risked your life back there to save that of a sheep. This type of people are the one who are taken most advantage of in this world. After regaining his strength in the morning, he went out to wake you up. If you're taking care of them then you shouldn't be such a lazy host.

You attempted to shoo him out by opening your door later. He knew he'd have to eat later but annoying you was more fun. Your reactions have been quite amusing by far. Plus he wasn't that much fond of greenery, he would much rather eat meat. So he didn't leave, drinking up in your frustrations. He thought about the wolves he killed yesterday. They weren't venison but wouldn't hurt to try.

Charlie and Vaggie told him about how they were cartoon like characters in this world. And the thought about being recorded and being showed in those..... picture shows didn't quite sit right with him. If only he had his full power, he would slaughter every people responsible for this. His face wasn't made for something like that. And then there was the thing you played while cooking.

'Bhahaha!'Deer daddy'! People fucking calls you 'deer daddy' Alastor!' Angel was almost choking from laughing too much.'I never imagined I would hear him of all people flirt..' Vaggie said almost cringing. "I assure you I never counted on it either. That is not me. Someone is using my voice for these types of outrageous stuffs!' Alastor said, his eyes almost twitching with anger.

'It also looks like she's got the hots for you Alastor' Angel said wiggling his imaginary eyebrows. 'I mean she likes my voice too but she gets almost as red as you when you talk!' Angel said teasingly. 'Firstly that is not me and secondly I don't have any interest in these things!' Alastor said with annoyance laced in voice.

Truthfully, he found it quite 'entertaining' to see you blush from hearing his voice alone. He wondered what he could make you do if he was there in his body. Perhaps he could easily convince you to sell your soul.

Charlie hoped somewhere in her heart that you liked her as much as Alastor. But she shook her head, she shouldn't be thinking like that, she already has a girlfriend. But she hoped maybe, just maybe,Vaggie would like you too. To stop her thoughts from spiraling further she went outside to eat. What she didn't know that Vaggie had similar feelings.

'Ya know, it's kinda funny how angel's voice actor seems almost like a sweet guy unlike him and alastor's is almost as much of a douchebag as him' Husk said smugly as he was chilling on a chair, swaying his tail behind him.

'You might want to watch your tone my dear friend...' Alastor said with a dark tone which made husk's fur almost stand up. 'Whatever' He said while jumping off and walking away.

You seemed to be cutting some beef for breakfast. An idea hit his head as you went to wash vegetables for cooking. He quickly came to the cutting board and gulped all the meat down, making sure to look at your eyes as he did so. Seeing your face fill with disgust and horror was rather satisfying.

*Back to present*

"For some reason you remind me of Alastor..." You said remembering that alastor was both a deer demon and a cannibal. Seeing this deer eat meat in front of you reminded you of that. 'That's cause I am Alastor, darling ' He said in his head but you couldn't hear him. Alastor decided he bothered you enough and finally went outside.

You let out a sigh of relief finally seeing that deer gone. Thanks to him, meat would have to be skipped today. You finished cooking your meal and made sure to feed the puppy and the kitty. After a while you went back to work.

After working for a few hours, you decided it was time for a break. You didn't want to go farther after what happened yesterday. Instead you just made yourself a cup of hot chocolate and stood on the balcony, admiring the view.

Meanwhile Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie were talking beside a tree on what to do. You could see all three of them from your balcony. Suddenly something jumped in front of Alastor.

'We meet again alastor! Thisss time I will make sure to defeat you with my deadly venom in this human world! And you don't have your voodoo powersss to ssstop mee!'

All three of them looked down at the black snake that stood before them. It was hissing and ready to pounce. It had a couple eye shaped designs in its hood that was now open.

'Uh..who are you?' Alastor asked tilting his head.

The snakes hood fell down in shock. 'It is II! Sssir pentiousss!! Your archh rival!'

'Nope, doesn't ring a bell! But I'm sure I can beat your puny self without any need of magic' Alastor said in a sinister tone before lifting up one of his hoofs.

'No wait-' Pentious could hardly say anything before quickly slithering away from alastor's hoof that just stomped the ground he was in. 'Stand still now!' Alastor's voice rang in Pentious's ears as he quickly busied himself on avoiding Alastor's tries of turning him into a mush. While being chased by Alastor he saw a cabin in the distance. Thinking that as his last hope, he quickly went there.

You were just sipping your drink in peace when all of a sudden you noticed the deer running towards in your direction while trying to stomp on something. Your eye brows furrowed in confusion. While you were trying to look for what he was chasing after, the pair had already reached the balcony.

Pentious quickly climbed atop the railing in hopes alastor wouldn't reach him there. He didn't bother to see where he was going. Thus he was just as surprised as you were, both of you guys faces separated by inches.

Both of you let out a scream as you stumbled back and Pentious fell off from the railing on his back. It was a miracle how you didn't let go off your mug. Looking upwards, he saw Alastor's grinning face as he raised one of his hoofs.

'No wait! stop!' Charlie screamed she got between Alastor and Pentious. 'Calm down you freak!' Vaggie yelled at Alastor while flying.

You felt a familiar dread seeing the snake, ewe, moth and the deer standing together.

"Oh no,no, I'm NOT having a snake inside my house"

But god seemed to have other plans for you. Since after, whatever the animal's were doing, they all looked at you. Your ewe slowly then started to come towards you with the snake following right behind it.

"No,no, stay back. Stay back.." you slowly reached the wall of your cabin as your back laid against it. The sheep and the snake stopped Infront of you. The sheep then slowly nuzzled the snake in the head. The snake then got a bit closer to your feet and bowed? Did the snake just bow with its head?

Then it went a bit back and slowly formed a heart with its body. The sheep seemed quite ecstatic to see that based from the sounds, almost like it was cheering the snake up.

You sighed. You were an idiot but not that much of an idiot. This type of thing definitely wasn't normal. Something was very peculiar with these group of animals. But right now, you had to decide what to do with this snake. Since both of them was looking at you right now with pleading eyes.

What do you do? Do you keep it or shoo it away?

(A.N :(Please read) I just wanted to say that I love both the old and new voice actors!! What I wrote here is just what I think these characters would feel like!!)

Master list

[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 9 - Death(Yandere Rise Mikey x Reader)

A/N, not important: DO NOT IGNORE THE CONTENT WARNINGS. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: DEATH, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH(?), DECOMPOSITION, living with a corpse, Delusions, vomit, kidnapping, blood, bodily fluids, dark themes, yandere themes

Words: 964

Summary: Mikey's so far into his own head he doesn't even notice how far gone you are as well.

Mikey whistles to himself as he draws in his sketchbook, your head in his lap while he does so. It was a lazy Saturday, nothing going on for him, or for you. He decided that morning that he didn’t want to do anything but cuddle and relax, dragging you into his lap and settling down. The hand he wasn’t using to draw rakes slowly through your hair, your closed eyes and paling face making Mikey smile.

You were so much sweeter like this. Complacent with everything he does, no longer fighting, no longer flinching at his touch. Sure, you had grown quiet, but you had also stopped arguing. It was a massive improvement in his eyes.

The candles around his room flickered, the sweet aroma battling the foul stench seeping from the depths. He barely noticed, having grown so used to the smell. It wasn’t bad to him, and he brushed it off whenever his brothers complained when they walked by. It was why he got the candles after all. To quell their complaints and keep you happy. He couldn’t have you living in a rancid room after all. Even if it was mostly your fault either way.

Mikey sets his pencil down and leans over, grabbing the remote to his personal TV Donnie had gifted him for you. He turns it on, switching through the channels with mild disinterest. He glances down at you, his thumb caressing your cheek softly. He could feel your cheek cavity caving in at the small amount of pressure, fluid spilling from your lips. He simply wipes it away and turns back to the screen, ignoring the way your hair falls out in clumps in his hands as he strokes your head.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks, clicking through each channel as it comes on. He appreciates how you weren’t as rigid as the other day, although your skin still felt dry. He knew you hadn’t been getting up to take care of yourself, but it was still disappointing. Maybe he’d give you some lotion to put on later, to add some more life to your touch.

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, clicking on the first cartoon that pops up and leaning over his sketchbook once more. The weight of your head in his lap was comforting, making every wrong in the world right once more. You were his anchor, keeping him still and steady despite the rocking waves. He would be lost without you, and he refused to ever let you go.

The TV drones on in the background while Mikey draws, loosely sketching you and practicing poses with your body. He was restraining himself from adding too much detail to the pieces, trying to capture your essence in as few lines as possible, but feeling guilty for not pulling out all the stops in the drawing of your likeness.

He takes your limp hand and squeezes it, whispering soft words to you while he stares. You gave no opinion to his dilemma, but Mikey still felt bad for not giving you the full works, even if it was just in a drawing. He sighs, deciding to leave those drawings as just sketches, and make a fuller piece of you on the next page.

The page turns, and a knock sounds from the door, startling Mikey. He stares at the door for a moment before carefully moving you off him and slipping off the bed. He opens the door to see Leo, the older slider grimacing. He coughs when the door opens, taking a step back from his room.

“Mikey, Hermano, your room smells like death. Are you okay? Did a rat die in your paints again?”

Mikey frowns, shaking his head. “Not that I know of. And I have candles burning, so that should get rid of the smell soon. But I don’t even notice it unless I’ve been outside for a long while. It’s not that bad.”

Leo sighs, rubbing the bridge of his snout. He didn’t have the heart to tell him just how awful the smell was. He looks at his younger brother, both in concern and love. “Have they woken up yet at least? You said they’ve been sleeping for three days now.”

Mikey pouts, shaking his head. “Nope, still asleep. I shook them this morning and everything.”

Leonardo stares at his younger brother, contemplating what to do. He understood you were Mikey’s, and he wasn’t going to fight the younger on that again. However, having his youngest sibling and his kidnapped partner live in a room that reeked of death, especially while you were apparently out cold, was not the best idea.

“I’ll take a look at them.” Leo mumbles, walking into the room once Mikey steps to the side. Leo covers his nose as he steps into the thick of it, his eyes burning and lungs crying out for mercy. He couldn’t even breathe through his mouth, the air tasting as putrid as it smelled. His eyes land on you, and he freezes. Flies were buzzing around your head, landing on your skin. Pus and other fluids dripped from you, your bloated body being in the middle of Mikey’s bed and staining his sheets and blankets with the muck of decomposition.

Mikey was right in a sense. You hadn’t been waking up. Not like you could anymore, not with what Leo was staring at. Your eyes looked to have been forced shut with tape, your body patchy and drained of color from the lack of life. Mikey looks on at you too, his vision warped to see your sleeping form rather than your corpse. Your dead, rotting corpse.

Leo pukes and runs out of the room, yelling for his brothers with Mikey’s pleas hot on his heels.

[neontokyoo]

Hi hi! May I take inspiration from the last post with that Kunikida break-up but instead of going to port mafia the moment they break up Dazai immediately shoves himself in the picture getting together with us.. You can make kunikida regretfully or jealous or happy it's up to you!!<33

As long as you ask and give me credit I really don't mind if you're inspired and choose to write/draw something based off of something I already wrote, just give credit where credit is due, and don't copy me completely (if that makes sense).

Anyways, the first few parts are going to be the same as the original post, it'll just have a different ending because I'm too lazy to rewrite it

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x GN!Reader Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort (I think. Maybe if you squint you can see it.) Summary: Being in a similar situation as you before, Dazai decides to step into the situation. Warnings: Mentions of death and/or suicide, let me know if I missed anything else.

The sun had set, casting its warm glow over the agency, but the once vibrant atmosphere felt tainted with unease. You and Kunikida had shared two years of cherished memories, laughter, and passion, but a new presence disrupted the delicate balance. Akiara Ishikawa, with her enchanting presence and seemingly perfect allure, had captivated not only the attention of the agency members but, more notably, Kunikida's heart.

As days turned into weeks, you tried your best to maintain composure while the weight of insecurity gnawed at your soul. Each time you caught Kunikida exchanging glances with Akiara, a pang of jealousy tore through your chest. You wanted to be everything he desired, but reality dealt you a hand that fell just shy of perfection in his eyes.

One evening, you stood together in the dimly lit living room, the air thick with tension. The flickering candlelight cast haunting shadows upon the walls as Kunikida struggled to find the right words. "We need to talk," he finally said, his voice strained.

Your heart clenched at the premonition of his words. "What's wrong, Kunikida?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated, the internal conflict evident in his expressive eyes. "I can't ignore how I feel, and it's not fair to you," he confessed. "Akiara, she's everything I've ever dreamed of in a partner. I can't help but be drawn to her."

The admission hit you like a crushing blow. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over, but you fought to maintain your composure. "So, what are you saying?" you managed to ask, your voice quivering.

"I'm saying… I think we should end things between us," Kunikida said, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't deny this connection I feel with Akiara."

It felt as if the world had crumbled beneath your feet, leaving you standing on a precipice of heartbreak. "But, Kunikida, we've shared so much together," you pleaded, trying to salvage the love you believed was still worth fighting for.

His expression softened, and he reached out to touch your cheek gently. "I know, and I'll cherish those memories forever. But sometimes, love isn't enough," he whispered, his voice laden with regret.

In the aftermath of the heartbreak, you withdrew from the agency, seeking refuge in the tranquility of your own space. It was during these dark days that Dazai emerged from the shadows, his enigmatic aura calling to you like a moth to a flame.

Once a mere presence in the background, Dazai now became a guiding light in your life. His playful grin, sprinkled with mischief, held the power to make you smile even in the depths of despair. His quick-witted banter could lift your spirits, even when your heart felt like an anchor, dragging you down into the abyss of pain.

Under the shimmering moonlight, you found yourselves standing together, the weight of unspoken emotions heavy in the air. Dazai, ever perceptive, finally broke the silence. "You know, heartbreak is a tricky thing," he said, his voice gentle and knowing.

Your eyes met his, searching for solace and understanding. "What do you mean, Dazai?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity and caution.

He smiled, but behind the smile, a hint of sorrow lurked. "I've experienced something similar a few years ago," he confessed. "Though I didn't go through a breakup, I lost my best friend, and that memory still haunts me. But looking back now, I realize that without that loss, I wouldn't be where I am today. Sometimes, heartbreak paves the way for something unexpectedly beautiful."

[collapsedglasshouses]

Hello friend-o! I'm unsure if you're currently taking requests, so if you aren't, please pay this no mind! If you are, I hope you consider this little idea I have that I'm too lazy to write myself. 😅

What about a pining Ruffilo? Y/N asks him to go yet again to the bookstore even though they both know she doesn't need anymore, and yet he follows along with whatever she wants to do because seeing her happy makes him happy. Even though he's at his freaking limits and finally combusts in the middle of their day to tell you how he feels. The fluffier the better, and it doesn't even have to be this exactly. Really just want a pining Ruffilo. 💕

Hope you're well!

A/N: Hello, hope you are doing good aswell! I love that request... Actually I was thinking about writing something along those lines. Sooo... I'm excited! Hope you like it!

Reading Your Heart [Nick Ruffilo x Reader]

PHOTO CREDIT: Bryan Kirks

WARNINGS: FLUFF, maybe one slight curse word… that should be it

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

You took a deep breath as you let your hand wander over the books in front of you while your friend, Nick, followed you calmly.

Nick had always been the quiet type, content to stay in the background and observe the things around him. But when it came to you, he couldn't help but be drawn into the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside him. He had been madly in love with you the moment he saw you.

It had been almost ten months since he realized his feelings for you, and he did everything he could to show it, even if you didn't notice it.

Every two weeks, almost like clockwork, one of you would suggest a visit to the local bookstore. If you were honest to yourself you actually didn’t need any more books and if Nick would have been honest to himself, he definitely didn’t have the time to go look for new ones with you at the moment. He had lots of things to do at home, but he just couldn’t help it.

He'd make excuses, rearrange his schedule, and cancel plans if necessary just to spend time. For you, he'd always made an exception.

Little did you know, those visits to the bookstore were more than just casual hangouts for Nick. They were a way for him to be close to you, to watch you as you browsed through the shelves, your eyes lighting up with excitement when you found a book that sparked your interest.

"Nick? Could you help me with this?" You asked your friend, looking at him with apologetic eyes while reaching above you for another book.

Nick quickly step behind you and before you knew his hand was on your waist while reaching up to grab the book. Even though this were well known touches to you, you couldn’t help but shiver lightly.

You might love books but when you were honest with yourself, you just wanted to spend time alone with Nick and the bookstore had been the perfect excuse since the others weren’t really fond of going every two weeks.

You were comfortable around Nick. Your favourite part of your little book "dates" were when you set down in your favourite corner and read together.

But before you did so, you tried to find a book that he would like too, so you flipped through the pages of a new release. Nick on the other hand couldn't help but admire your passion for literature. He'd memorized your favorite authors, your preferred genres, and the way you'd smile when you discovered a hidden gem. To him, your happiness was all that mattered.

Not even an hour later you found yourselves in your favourite reading corner together. The soft sunlight from this early evening filtered through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue on the pages of the book in your hands.

As always, you were sitting in front of Nick, your back against his chest. At first you had suggested this position, so he could see the pages better, but with time it became more to the both of you. It was your small excuse to be close to each other.

You held the book in your hands, while Nick's arms were slung around you, sometimes drawing small circles on your waist, causing you to fall even deeper in this arms.

Nick's attention was divided between the words on the pages and the feel of your presence so close to him. He couldn't help but admire the way your hair caught the sunlight, creating a halo of warmth around you.

Your laughter and the sound of you turning pages filled his heart with contentment.

When you read together it always felt like you were in your own little bubble. You connected even deeper while it was clear to everyone around you, that you were both madly in love with each other. But you didn’t let the outside destroy your little thing, making sure it was the pace you wanted your whole relationship to go.

As you set there, devouring the words in front of you, Nick couldn’t help it anymore. He couldn’t ignore the desire building within him any longer.

So, without even thinking, he leaned down, his lips gently brushing against the back of your neck.

You instantly stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath while goose bumps started to form on your neck. After two to three kisses, you closed the book and turned a bit in his arms to face him.

"Nick," you whispered, your voice almost sounding like a soft invitation to him.

Unable to resist any longer, Nick cupped your face in his hands and leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the emotions you two had kept hidden for so long - love, longing, and the promise of a future together.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in that moment, your hands finding each other, fingers entwined, as you shared your first kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words, of the countless moments you had spent together in this corner of the bookstore, of the feelings that had finally found their way into the open.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads touched, and you shared a knowing smile. "I've wanted to do that for so damn long," Nick admitted, his voice filled with honesty.

You chuckled softly, everything in your stomach still tingled and your eyes were sparkling with happiness. "Me too, Nick."

„Really?" He asked, stroking your cheek with his hand, not daring to pull away from you. "Obviously, how could I not?"

Nick began to smile.

In that corner of the bookstore, surrounded by the worlds contained within the pages of countless books, Nick and you had discovered a love story of your own. And it was a story that was just beginning, with countless chapters waiting to be written.

i really don’t like praising myself but omg i love this

@yumikitten thank you for requesting again!

[sluttyft]

Our Moments

Matthew Sturniolo

warnings: none

notes: you might have seen this in my old bc re-wrote it and posted it here again whoopsie

As autumn approaches and the last days of summer fade away, you and your companion both find yourselves appreciating the newfound tranquility. The backyard pool, once a hub of activity and laughter, now lays silent, save for the occasional gust of wind that ripples its surface. The air grows cooler, but it only serves to draw you both closer together, wrapped in each other's company. You cherish these peaceful moments, savoring the opportunity to simply be together, bask in the stillness, and enjoy each other's presence.

In the fall, flour flies over your heads as your soft laughter echoes around the kitchen, and the episode of Gilmore Girls is left forgotten in the background. You continue to mix the pumpkin-flavored batter as Matt takes a moment to appreciate these little moments with you, where your hair falls perfectly over your face and your smile doesn't leave your face even when you are done playing.

The winter embraces you with its coldness as you sit next to Matt in front of the fireplace, hands clasped together and brought up to his mouth, where hot air blows into them, bringing warmth to your senses. The soft tune of Lana del Rey's Paris, Texas fills the living room, creating a cozy ambiance as you both quietly scroll through your phones, legs tangled together, while Chris, takes sneaky pictures of your cute moment. The mugs on the table sit still, smoking with their scent, as you immerse yourself in the feeling of Matt's body on yours, enjoying each other's company on a mid-December evening.

The spring sun is shining bright, and you can't help but feel happy as you watch Matt walking towards you wearing a beautiful handmade flower crown on his head. The wind is blowing the petals around. The fresh breeze carries the sweet fragrance of flowers in the air, and you feel grateful for these little moments that make life so beautiful.

"What are you staring at, huh?" You tease him, and a playful smile lingers on your lips. He snickers, and a hand reaches out to cover his mouth. "You have some..." He bursts out laughing, and the flower petals fly off, landing on your hair, making it a mess. You laugh too, and your hair gets thrown back by the wind, making you feel alive and carefree.

With the changing seasons, you and your boyfriend found solace and comfort in the simple and quiet moments you shared. As the leaves turned golden brown and the air grew crisp, you both took the time to appreciate the unique beauty and serenity that each season had to offer. Through these moments, you also discovered the depth of love and affection that your boyfriend was willing to give, as he showed you the true meaning of being present and cherishing each and every moment. Whether it was a cozy night in by the fire during the winter, a walk in the park surrounded by blooming flowers in the spring, a lazy day at the beach in the summer, or a hike in the vibrant foliage of the fall, you both found joy and happiness in each other's company, and the changing seasons only brought you closer together.

559 words!

cute and short, I hope you liked this:)

[describe-things]

Hello do you have any guides/tips for writing image descriptions, I’m always at a loss of how much/little to include

Here's a post I made a bit ago going over the basics for what and what not to do.

Here's a tutorial showing different levels of detail.

I usually will include first, what is the medium? A photo? Digital painting? A traditional painting? (in which case I'll usually just say 'painting')

Here's another little tutorial for this post, showing images of increasing detail, and descriptions to match, which will hopefully help.

The main thing is to make sure you describe everything that's important in the image.

A good way to learn is to follow a lot of blogs that do image descriptions, so you can see how different people describe different things.

A new tutorial for April 2024:

simplest:

[ID: An MS Paint drawing of a grey square on a blank white background, saying, "Hello from Flatland". There is a simple black border around the image. End ID.]

a bit more detail:

Note that there's nothing inherent in the image to tell you this character's gender, but because I, the describer know it, I can simply use the correct pronouns and convey it that way.

If you're describing people whose genders you don't know, it's best not to assume.

[ID: An MS Paint drawing of a grey square on a blank white background, saying, "Hello from Flatland". He has a simple eye drawn on the upper right corner where his dialogue is, and has a pink heart and a brain represented by a circle with squiggle lines inside his body. There is a simple black border around the image. End ID.]

Some more detail:

[ID: An MS Paint drawing of a square on a blank white background, saying, "Hello from Flatland". He has a grey outer layer, with his insides purple, with a small eye just inside an opening on the corner where his dialogue is, with the corners appearing almost like a beak. He has a pink heart and a brain represented by a circle with squiggle lines inside his body. There is a simple black border around the image. End ID.]

Yet more detail:

[ID: An MS Paint drawing of a square against a blank white background, saying, "Hello from Flatland". He has a grey outer layer, with purple insides, and various blob-shaped internal organs in different shades of pink and purple to reddish-purple, with all of them general blob shapes except the purple heart, which is in a simple heart shape. There is a simple black border around the image. End ID.]

Ooh look at this:

[ID: A digital drawing A green sphere, which says in matching green text, "Hello from Spaceland". The sphere and its dialogue both cast shadows on the white ground below, where a square, tilted at an angle as though lying flat on the ground while we view him from an angle, says "Hello from Flatland". The square has a grey outer layer, with purple insides, and various blob-shaped internal organs in different shades of pink and purple to reddish-purple, with all of them general blob shapes except the purple heart, which is in a simple heart shape. End ID.]

I'm too lazy at the moment to twist my brain to draw a tesseract so you'll all have to use your imagination for the image that would come next lol...

Hopefully this helped demonstrate a bit!

[lights-camera-ask-tion]

Lights.... Camera.... EDD-TION... huh!!!! huh???... was that?? was that funny???......

Ok I'll leave. Whoops, it seems like our boys have been subjected to the hell that is community theater all for their individual reasons. Follow them on their many misadventures as they put together a nondescript play run by none other than EVIL- I mean normal director Bing Bingbong! (And his bodyguard Larry).

Here YOU can get some behind the curtain information on how the production is going, how cast and crews are doing and many other things of asking nature by pressing that little button at the top!

With that out of the way let's do a little role call for our cast here! Wait what do you mean only one (and a half) of our guys act in this?

more below! (*RULES AT VERY END!*) (sorry)

Edd (CREW • PROP/SET DESIGN)

Looking for a little extra cash one day Edd comes across a TV ad about a few spots open in the theater for an upcoming , unnamed production. Naturally his friends sat close by also watching. Together they decided they'd go in, try their hand at it and once the show was over put together all the money they got and split it equally. Edd easily got into props and set design because Bing knew he was an artist and for a director he's fairly lazy when it comes to assigning jobs and roles. Edd doesn't really struggle all too much with props and sets due to his prior painting experience. But the behind the stage activities and chaos get to him a bit. Needless to say he's just a inch more tired than his usual self

Matt (ACTOR • UNDERSTUDY)

Matt got assigned as an understudy for the lead role which he was pretty bummed out about at first! But as time went on the lead had fallen ill. Matt was the temporary lead! Good for him. Bing didn't really think about the repercussions of having Matt as an understudy for the lead but it's already pretty far in the show to change things around in Bing's eyes. He's just a bit stuck up... stuck up enough to make everything about himself and to be fair his, his well everything skills are a bit subpar. But not many people are signing up for this production he'll do!

Tom (BACKGROUND CHARACTER • AUDIO)

You would think Tom would just take one job but unfortunately just a week prior to this his guitar Susan had fallen apart (wow so unexpected amiright--.) In order to make enough money to fix her Tom had taken a background role. Should be easy, he has to say only one line! Well Tom doesn't know this yet but uhm! He has horrible stage fright, he freezes the instant he's made to act and this is just one miniscule line before he can just go back up to the sound stage and get that done but this one line stumps him. Will he be able to act by the end of pre-production??

Tord (LIGHTING)

Tord took lighting because it was there. Bing didn't care just as much as Tord and he could use a few dollars. Though he's the only one who openly finds it a bit weird that Bing is making a play that isn't even titled... and seemingly has little to no plot aside from a few things pulled from other movie scripts of Bing's past. He slacks off a lot and spends most of his time doing odd tasks and just floating around (occasionally causing mischief) (ok what am I saying he has purposely made stage lights fall on people before). He doesn't really like that the sound studio is right in the same room as the lighting booth. This will be fun.

Now that all the fun stuff is out of the way let's glance over at the rules and regulations!

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-No proshippers or NSFW accounts allowed here!

- The people behind this account are both minors and would rather not have sexual asks or comments made about the au

- No ships are really present at the moment for right now this is mostly focused on the guys misadventures

- The main tag for all the tasks goes under "EDD-tion asks". Some non ask drawings and events will be shown under the tag "#EDD-tion comic". Occasionally art that isn't a ask or event will be under "#EDD-tion art." And for all who wish to draw fanart (would be very awesome!!) you can tag this account and or post under a fanart tag (#LCE fanart, #Lights, Camera Edd-tion (fanart/art) etc)

- As for non art related tags. "#Off-stage" is for out of character posts, "#Important" is for announcements.

---Enjoy the show!

[lynetianya]

Wrapped in Your Love [ Ryujin X Reader ]

Ryujin, a beloved K-pop idol ITZY, adores Y/N deeply and is very clingy to her due to the understanding Y/N provides in Ryujin demanding career. Y/N wholeheartedly embraces Ryujin clinginess, offering unwavering support and affection.

GENRE : Fluff

TYPE : One Shot

Ryujin had always been known as the glamorous idol of the K-pop world, but behind the stage lights and the adoring fans, there was one person who held her heart completely captive—Y/N.

Their love story was a testament to the power of understanding, patience, and unwavering devotion. Ryujin's fame had catapulted her into a world of constant attention and unending schedules, leaving her with little time to enjoy the simpler pleasures of life. But when she met Y/N, everything changed.

Y/N was a beacon of understanding in Ryujin's life. From the very beginning, they had recognized the challenges that came with dating an idol, and instead of being overwhelmed, Y/N embraced it wholeheartedly. Y/N understood Ryujin's need for closeness, her desire for simple, everyday moments that were often taken for granted.

One sunny morning, Y/N and Ryujin were cuddled up on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, sipping on hot tea. The soft hum of the TV playing in the background was the only sound that filled the room. Ryujin nuzzled her head into the crook of Y/N's neck, her fingers drawing invisible patterns on Y/N's hand.

"Y/N, I can't imagine my life without you," Ryujin whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Y/N turned to her, a soft smile playing on their lips. "I feel the same way. You're my everything love."

Ryujin's eyes sparkled with affection as she leaned in to capture Y/N's lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was moments like these, when they were wrapped in each other's arms, that Ryujin treasured the most.

Their daily routine was a testament to their love. Y/N would cook Ryujin's favorite meals, even when they were tired after a long day of work. They would share meals together, savoring each bite as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

After dinner, Y/N would insist on giving Ryujin a massage to ease the tension in her shoulders and back. Ryujin would melt under their skilled hands, feeling not only physical relief but also the overwhelming sense of being cared for and cherished.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting schedule, Ryujin returned home drained and tired. She headed straight for the bathroom, stripping out of her stage outfit and stepping into the warm shower. Y/N entered the bathroom, a fluffy towel in hand.

"Let me help you," Y/N said softly, gently taking the showerhead from Ryujin's hand.

Ryujin closed her eyes as Y/N washed her hair with tender care, the warm water cascading down her back. Y/N's fingers massaged her scalp, and Ryujin couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

After the shower, Y/N carefully dried Ryujin's hair, wrapping it in a towel turban. Ryujin turned to them, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N. You always know how to make me feel better."

Y/N chuckled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Ryujin's lips. "Anything for you, my love."

Their love was a beautiful dance, where Ryujin's clinginess was met with Y/N's unwavering support and affection. Y/N knew that Ryujin needed those little gestures of love and care to feel grounded in a world that often felt chaotic and demanding.

One lazy Sunday morning, Y/N woke up to find Ryujin already awake, her eyes fixed on Y/N with a soft, loving gaze. Y/N smiled sleepily. "What's on your mind, Ryujin?"

Ryujin leaned in and kissed Y/N's forehead. "I just love you so much, Y/N. You make every day better."

Y/N's heart swelled with warmth. "I love you too, Ryujin."

Their love story was a testament to the power of understanding, patience, and the deep connection that could be forged between two souls. Ryujin's clinginess was not a burden to Y/N; it was a beautiful expression of love that they both cherished.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's love, they knew that they had found something rare and precious—a love that could weather any storm and grow stronger with each passing day. In each other's arms, they were home, and that was a feeling neither of them would ever take for granted.

END

My Masterlist

[chiskz]

▶️ [슈취타] EP.5 SUGA with CHICHI

♡ 일본의 위대한 사랑의 함정에 빠졌다! / 게으른 고양이 vs 작은 호랑이 ! ♡ caught in the trap of Japan's great love! / lazy cat vs small tiger!

-> Suchwita (슈취타) is a variety web series starring SUGA (BTS). The series features him chatting with guests while enjoying alcohol.

《♡》 Chichi's SUCHWITA Profile:

Name: CHICHI

choreographer, main dancer and oldest member of Stray Kids

"Who wouldn't take the opportunity to get drunk for free in good company?"

♡ A charming choreographer straight from Japan. ♡ Don't be fooled by her deep voice and muscles!

《♡》 [ xxxx ] - editors' note

Chichi enters the room bowing to the staff. She stops in front of Yoongi.

"Ah, should I bow? Or shall we shake hands?"

"Ah, no, no, I should... I should... should I?" They both laugh and bow their heads briefly.

"Of course, I didn't come empty-handed!" She bows with her head a second time, handing Yoongi the pink box.

"Pink, I could have expected that!" He laughs and opens it carefully to reveal the contents - a bottle of Hibiki (name is censored) Whiskey. "You really want to get drunk tonight!"

"I rarely get the chance!" She laughs loudly and they finally sit down. "And it's actually a collector's edition, you can't drink it!" [ whiskey, not for consumption! don't touch, just look! ]

"We've met before, so you seem relaxed!" [ big meeting of two introverts! ]

"Yes, that's true. But we shouldn't talk about the circumstances of our first meeting."

"That's right... we really should take this to the grave." [ great mystery shrouded in an even greater mystery??? ]

"Should we get rid of the honorifics on this occasion?"

"Did we ever use them at all?"

Yoongi looks straight at the camera as Chichi laughs in the background. [ SUGA's thoughts: she keeps exposing us ]

"This is my second tiger visitor in such a short time." [ first was HOSHI! ]

"Yeah, but Hoshi and I are different tigers. He's... a real tiger and I'm just... a big cat?"

"No, I wouldn't say that. I've watched a lot of your shows, a few before you came here. You're both wild on stage, but you seem really dangerous. You are a tiger."

Chichi covers her mouth with her hands, editors draw her blushes. [ is that the dangerous tiger??? ]

"I also listened to your solo digital album, Member Branding. Your voice is as impressive as they say."

"Aren't you praising me too much?" Chichi laughs, trying to hide her embarrassment. "But wow, you really did some research."

"Of course, who do you think I am?"

"A lazy cat?" [ CHICHI, straight to the point! ]

"So quests bring the drinks?"

Yoongi blinks in surprise.

"She really wants to drink now!"

Chichi laughs and pulls out the second bottle of whiskey today, Hibiki Whiskey - "regular" edition.

"For you, so you're not sorry you can't drink the one I bought you as a gift!"

"Wow, now I can not touch it at peace!"

"This is my favorite whiskey. I got it as a gift from a good friend in Japan once. It's a light whiskey, with mild dried fruit, a bit spicy, but everything is in balance. I brought a flavor with toffee in it. It's good when you want to relax and not necessarily get drunk, so I thought it would be a good start."

"If this was an advertisement for this product, I would definitely buy it!"

"Oh, thank you! I don't have many opportunities to drink alcohol for fun, so sometimes I just drink something light, mostly with Minho."

"With Lee Know... with Minho. Yes, we know each other!" [ Lee Know, one of BTS' past dancers! ]

"Of course you know him. He was a good dancer, wasn't he?"

"That's right, I remember that. He was really good."

Chichi leans her elbow on the back of the chair.

"So he's even better now!" [ tiger mom attacks! ]

"You're studying."

"Yeah, law. I'll probably be graduating by the time this episode airs."

"Then Chichi from the future, congratulations!" [ lawyer and choreographer! ] "What made you do this? I'm not saying it's bad or super weird, but most idols like to live in the moment. College takes a lot of time, and you didn't seem to have much time with your activities."

"I understand, I had fears too. I didn't think I could do it, but I thought to myself... The future is very fragile and uncertain. I want to be an idol as long as possible and enjoy it as much as possible, but the time will come when I will leave the stage. I want then to know that I still have something to do. It required a lot of self-denial and a lot of sacrifice from me. But I wasn't alone, I had my members."

"Yes, BTS members are also my strength. I understand that perfectly." [ two cats deeply in love with their members ]

"It's often forgotten, but you're the oldest in the group, right?"

"Yeah! I forget that a lot too. I don't feel it at all unless Seungmin painfully reminds me."

"You've lived your whole life in Japan. I also know that you're really popular there."

"Thank you! You're really praising me a lot today, I'll think you want something from me!"

"It's not like that, really! I was just wondering why you didn't decide to pursue a career there."

"Ah, a career in Japan? I don't know, now you've made me think about it... J-pop is a good genre of music, but I feel like it's still more entertainment-oriented, which of course is great! But still, I was more intrigued by the k-pop groups' system. There's a lot more place to display here, more opportunities to create something like a little spectacle every time."

"Speaking of the spectacle, you also have an acting career on your account!"

"I wouldn't call it that!" Chichi immediately waves her hands in embarrassment. "But yes, I'm also interested in acting and I managed to get a role in some interesting productions. I think that playing different roles has always interested me, mostly I showed it on stage. But I'm not thinking about switching to acting completely, it's more my hobby."

"I also looked up some articles on the internet to get a better point of view from ​​your fans. I can say for sure that you have become a great support for them. I don't know how to put it correctly, but according to many, you don't fit the idol stereotype. When people think of an idol, they don't have someone like you in mind."

"Ah yes, I've seen that opinion too. I'm not trying to stand out by force, although most people think that's what I do. Why a male group if I'm a woman? Why did I force myself to go somewhere I didn't belong in? But honestly, I don't care about such opinions. I fell in love with Stray Kids and their music, and music is universal for everyone, I wish everyone would think in those terms, in terms like Does this make me happy? Do I like it? Do I love these people? Do I feel good doing this? Instead of thinking Is this for women? Is this for men? What will other people think? Others will not live your life. They will judge you, give you an opinion and forget about you. You are the person who will be with you all your life, not them. Do everything to make you feel good."

"I know J-HOPE shares your view of the world."

"Yes, I think that's why we immediately understood each other and became friends. Please look forward to our collaboration with DIOR!"

《♡》

_______________________

♡taglist: @g4m3girl , @smh-anon

[with-love-from-hell]

Heyaa! I've been feeling down lately so I'm wondering if I can request hcs of cuddling sessions with the dateables (+Satan) after a long day?(＾∇＾)ﾉ♪ tysm!

Sure anon! Here you go! I decided to write for all the primary characters here (:

Cuddling Headcanons

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Characters Featured: Brothers & Dateables

Written for a GN!Mc (you/your pronouns)

CW: none! just some kissin!

Diavolo

Diavolo is a busy man, being the future king of hell and what not, but the minute you come to him requesting cuddles after a long day, he is immediately there. Diavolo will even go so far as carrying you bridal-style to bed, nuzzling the top of your head the whole way. His cuddles are strong and supportive, and you know that you’re safe when you’re tangled in his limbs. He will lay gentle kisses to the top of your head, on your nose, or against your temple- really wherever you want him too as he squishes you against his body. If you need to cry, he’ll let you, but he would also do whatever it takes to make you happy again- giving gentle tickles to the spots he knows will get you giggling.  

Barbatos

You know it will be hard for Barbatos to squeeze in some cuddling time with you, but he always does make time for it. He will find you already curled up in bed waiting, and he will sneak under the covers behind you. He will pull you flush against him, sighing deeply as he melts into your warm body. He will nuzzle his head against the back of your neck while his thumb rubs lazy circles along your tummy. If you’re awake, he will ask how your day was and say again- like he does every time- that he had waited all days to snuggle up against you. If you don’t want to talk or are too tired, he understands- just touching you is enough. You wish his hold on you would last an eternity, but you awake to find him gone with a cup of hot tea waiting on the nightstand next to your head. 

Simeon

Simeon loves to hold you in his lap after a long day, collapsing together on the couch in the common room while some mindless tv show plays in the background. He will hold you close and intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing gently every-so-often to remind you that he’s here with you if you end up zoning out. He loves rubbing your knuckles with his thumb or tracing your arms with his fingers too- anything to get more of your flesh against his. He may hum to himself or to you, swaying you gently with him as he does- especially if you’re upset or sad. 

Solomon

Solomon usually loves cuddling with you in the  wee morning hours, as he goes to bed terribly late. He will snake his arm behind you and pull you up against him, almost having you laying on your back on top of him. He will wrap both arms around your midsection and place gently kisses to the nape of your neck- especially loving it when you squeal or giggle at the feeling of his lips grazing the area. He loves falling asleep like this- it makes him feel wholly connected to you in both his waking state and his dream-like state. 

Belphie

Belphie has two cuddle moods- death-grip koala or using your tummy as a pillow. In the first, he will cling to you as if he’d die if he were to ever let go, every so often sighing deeply after he inhales your lovely scent. In the latter, he lays his head on your tummy while you both gaze up at the stars in the planetarium. This is the perfect time to get him to open up about something, talk about deeper things, or to vent if you’ve had a particularly long day. Belphie will often not filter what he says in these moments, so you get a true glimpse into the inner workings of his mind- that is, if he doesn’t fall asleep before you have the opportunity to. 

Beel

Beel loves having you lay on top of him, with you on your belly, gazing into each others eyes as he wraps his large, muscular arms around you. He may rub his thumb along the meat of your hips, or draw lazy figure eights on your back as you nuzzle into his chest. If you press your ear to his heart listen carefully, you can almost hear him purring with delight as he holds you. He often likes recounting his and your day while you lay like this, and will offer an ear to have you vent if you’ve had a hard day. He would also love feeding each other snacks when you lay like this, relishing in partaking in his two favorite activities. 

Asmo

Asmo will cuddle you anywhere at any time, even going so far as to hang all around you as you walk to class. He especially loves cuddling in the bath after a long day, resting you in between his legs while he gives you a shoulder massage or caters to your grooming routine. Whichever you would prefer from him is fine, as long as he gets to be touching you. Afterwards, he would cling to you in his soft bed as you both gossip, or vent about things that bother you. He especially loves laying side-by-side with your legs intertwined, caressing your cheek as he gazes into your eyes. He may also steal a kiss or two if you let him. 

Satan

Satan loves it when you sit in his lap when he reads. Whether it be sideways in one of the plush arm chairs in the library with his arms around you to hold you steady, or in between his legs with your head resting on his chest on his day-bed, he loves every minute of it. He doesn’t talk much, though if you’ve had a rough day he will let you vent and offer advice while he listens intently to every word. He will even read to you, if you’d like him too, taking pause to see if you have thoughts or questions on anything he’s read- as he often enjoys reading non-fiction. Satan will also occasionally pause to watch you, finding himself feeling content when observing your expressions when you are truly engrossed in a book. 

Levi

Levi would obviously love cuddling you while he plays video games or watches anime, usually snuggling up against your side and holding your hand, or nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck when you sit front-facing on his lap. He is pretty nervous about touching people, so he often wont say much or point out when he snuggles closer to you, but you know that he’s content with the wide grin on his face after he relaxes against you. He’ll get used to it after some time, and may even let you snuggle on top of him in his bath tub if he gets comfortable (and brave) enough with you. If you need to cry, he will offer a hug and hold you tightly, finding pride in the fact that you trust him with your emotions. 

Mammon

Mammon is a clingy cuddler, wanting to be touching all of you at once (if it were even possible). He is often restless and likes to switch cuddle positions often, so he’s perfect if you’re someone who’s squirmy or likes to switch between little and big spoon. Mammon doesn’t like to admit that it’s what he needs, instead silent slipping into bed with you and clenching you roughly against him while pouting. After awhile, he will relax and will let you vent your frustrations if you need to. If you need to cry, he will lay on his side next to you, cupping your face and reminding you that you’re his favorite human and that he is grateful for you, even if he is really embarrassed to admit it. Mammon especially loves any position where he can nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck, lost in your scent and the warmth of your body. 

Lucifer

He would probably be busy well into the night with paperwork, so cuddling with him would likely have to take place in his office. Lucifer will have you settle in on his lap sideways, cradling you into his chest with one hand while his other scribbles away through the mounds of paperwork. He will rub your shoulder gently with the thumb of the hand that caresses you against him, occasionally pressing a kiss to your brow or nuzzling his cheek against your head. If you are upset and crying, he will abandon his paperwork briefly to clutch you tighter- figuring the work he has can wait because you take priority. He will rub soft circles on your lower back and hush you, reminding you that he’s here and not leaving you alone.