#will taste anything lmaoo i remember

[rindreamery]

more than friends?

moments that make you reconsider if you’re really just friends with blue lock men. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, oliver aiku ─ content: can be determined as mostly gn! reader. can count as fluff, but mostly suggestive. mentions of alcohol consumption (aiku), mentions of a dress (kaiser, implied but not stated fem! reader), kaiser is mean

note. haven't made a hc post in a hot minute. situationships hc coming next cus i unfortunately, oddly enough, like situationships LMAOO i also just have too many irl situationship inspo

an almost kiss with itoshi rin.

“rin, can you help me get this?” turning your body to face him, the words die in your throat.

you realize a second too late that he’s standing right behind you, reaching for whatever you asked him to previously— and you almost crash right into his chest. he’s close. so close that you can feel the heat emanating from his skin, despite the blast of the air conditioning above you. that you can practically feel his shallow breaths ghost over your face. 

as he brings his arm down to hand you the book, head tilting down to look at you, you lock eyes. a second passes, or two, before it clicks in his mind what position you’re in. and you both freeze, seemingly frozen in place, and in time. 

rin’s eyes widen, and his breath gets caught in his throat, audibly hitching. but he doesn’t take a step back, nor does he make any move to put some comfortable distance between the two of you. though, to be fair, neither do you— keeping you stuck in whatever weird space the two of you have put yourselves in.  

the first one to break eye contact is you. your eyes flit to his lips, watching as they part to take a breath, before you can even process exactly what you’re doing. you stare a little too long, lingering for a second longer than necessary. before your eyes fly back to his in a panic, only to see that he’s staring at your lips too. 

it feels like you’re blacking out— and maybe, you are. you don’t remember the exact moment when your body started gravitating towards him, or when he started leaning in a little closer too. your bodies seemingly move on their own, listening to your hearts and not your minds, ignoring the blatant alarms going off in your heads. you’re leaning in, just a little, inching slowly and testing for any reaction from him. you can see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps, and you see the exact moment his eyes cloud over, before he’s mirroring you. you think for a second that, maybe, this is really happening. 

his lips are a breath away, and the distance between you is almost nonexistent. you can practically feel his lips on yours— so close, almost there. just a little more and you’ll have a taste. he's closing the gap, your eyes fluttering shut in response, and so does his, in tandem. the rush of excitement you feel is undeniable— the way your nerves fire with sparks under your skin, tingling. 

but then your phone rings.

the shrill sound of your ringtone cuts through the air, snapping the two of you out of your daze. your eyes fly open, and you both jerk back immediately, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible. the moment is effectively ruined; the thick, hazy, palpable tension that once surrounded the two of you is now filled with an awkward, uncertain air. 

as you both pull away, neither of you say anything, too flustered to speak. he’s avoiding looking into your eyes, staring at the ground as if he were wishing it would swallow him whole. and, really, you can’t judge. you’re looking everywhere but rin, trying to calm your heart into something that doesn’t feel like arrhythmia. 

there’s an unspoken agreement that hangs in the air— a silent promise that neither of you will bring this up ever again, too afraid to risk your friendship. but, deep down, you know it’s something neither of you can forget.

receiving jewelry from itoshi sae.

gifts from sae were always unexpected and random. 

in his hand is a simple, and undeniably beautiful necklace— something he knows you like. something he's heard you talk about for months, seen on opened tabs on your laptop as he passes by, heard in conversations with friends during your phone calls. it was always something he’d kept in the back of his mind, always an open tab in his phone. even offering to buy it for you before, in passing, which was met with a hard ‘no’ from you. still, he pushes his hand to you, offering the gift now. 

“sae,” you hesitate, words trailing off as you figure out what to say. speechless would be an understatement. feeling grateful, in awe, and mildly embarrassed all at once. you can feel your cheeks heating up, looking at the necklace in his hands as you avoid his watchful eyes. “i already said you didn’t have to buy it for me. i was going to buy it… eventually.”

“want me to put it on you?” your words fly over his head, or maybe, he’s simply ignoring it. 

you press your lips into a line, finally looking into his eyes, as you hold in a shallow sigh of defeat— already coming to terms that, regardless of what you say, nothing would change his mind. so instead you nod, offering him a small and thankful smile, finally accepting the gift. 

“turn around,” he tells you, fingers already working on unclasping the necklace in his hands. you listen, turning around and waiting with baited breath as he moves to stand behind you. he inches closer than necessary, looming behind you in a way that makes you so hyperaware of him. the feeling of his fingers as they brush over your shoulder to loop the necklace around you, his steady breath on the nape of your neck— you feel it all at an elevated level. 

you gasp as the cool metal of the necklace hits your skin, in contrast to the warmth of his fingers as they make work of the clasp. it takes a few seconds, before you feel the clasp fall against your neck, but his fingers stay on your skin. tracing the line of the necklace as it travels to the junction of your shoulder. 

“do you like it?” sae leans down, whispering the words into your ears. you ignore the warmth that sweeps over your body, holding tight onto the necklace between your fingers, admiring the way it looks against your skin. 

“yeah, i do. it’s perfect.” you nod, your voice quiet and weak, unable to focus from the way your head starts to spin at the proximity. you can hear him let out a satisfied hum behind you, leaning back just a little to give you some space. “thank you, really.”

but he doesn’t pull away, and you feel his eyes on your neck as you twiddle with the jewelry in your fingers. 

unreasonable jealousy from michael kaiser.

“does this dress look nice?” pulling out a dress from deep in your closet, you pull it closer to your body before facing kaiser. 

he sits comfortably on your bed, resting on the headrest as he scrolls through his phone, looking bored out of his mind. his eyes are hooded, body slumped, and sighing loudly every five minutes as if urging you to get this over with. though, you suppose in his defense, you’d been doing this for the past two hours. with little to no progress being made. 

never putting his phone down, he glances at you, then the dress, and then back at you. there’s an unamused expression on his face, both brows raising imperceptibly and letting out a derisive laugh, and it makes the smile on your face falter for a second. “why are you trying so hard to impress this guy, anyway?” as hard as he tries to hide the contempt in his voice, trying to mask it with his usual mocking tone, it slips through. “next dress.”

you blink, caught off guard by the sudden edge in his voice, an elusive frown forming on your face. "what do you mean?" you ask, suppressing a sigh as your arms fall to your side, the fabric of the dress bunching up as you grip it between your fingers.

you don’t want to put it down yet— refusing to put it next to you on the pile of other pretty, rejected clothes.

kaiser doesn’t immediately answer, but you notice the way his thumb scrolls slower across his phone screen now. his gaze flickers back to you, scrutinizing, and almost annoyed? evident in the way his lips press into a tight line, jaw clenching and unclenching as he sorts through his thoughts. a brief, almost unnoticeable, flicker of frustration crosses his features before he slumps even further, his voice quieter but more pointed. "it’s just a first date. don’t you think it's kind of pathetic? all this effort for some guy you’re not even sure is going to stick around?"

his words sting more than you want them to. 

the dress feels heavier in your hands, like a weight you're not sure you want to carry anymore— and frankly, it ruins any excitement you have for your date. you bite your lip, chewing on the skin. you want to ask him why he even cares, why he's hell bent on making you think that every man is bound to ditch you after the first date, why he can’t seem to be happy for you.  

you hold up the dress, this time with less confidence. "i didn’t know wanting to look good for a date was such a crime." admittedly, your voice is snappy and irritated, almost glaring at him from where you stand. 

“it’s not.” he says, ignoring the heated look in your eyes. “looking good for other men is, though.”

going drinking with oliver aiku.

from being friends with aiku for practically all of your life, you’d think you know better than to say ‘yes’ to his whims. but it seems that time has only weakened your resolve.

“come here.” aiku sits lazily on the couch, an arm slung over the backrest, his legs parting to comfortably make space for you. you watch him in silence from where you sit, raising a brow at him as he throws you that signature smirk of his— before he’s patting the space between his legs, motioning for you to come over. “help me drink?”

“what?” comes your surprised response, mouth dry and voice cracking as you speak. despite your loose state, your back straightens at his words, and you grip the glass in your hands. “what do you mean ‘help… you drink’?”

“pour a shot into my mouth. the one you’re holding in your hand right now.” he motions to it with a nod of his head, voice slightly slurring but way too casual for your liking. as if what he was asking were normal, and totally not crossing some unspoken boundary between friends. “come on, just this once.”

the logical part of your mind screams at you from somewhere in your head, telling you not to do it. but it’s quickly tamped down by his pleading eyes, and the ‘please’ that slips past his lips. you get up and you take your time walking over to the couch, treading with short and slow steps, giving yourself a chance to back down.

but you don’t. 

with an uncertain look on your face, you place a knee between his legs, a hand shooting out to steady yourself as you lean over him. the hand holding the glass is shaking— from nerves, or from being mildly inebriated, or maybe a hefty mix of both— the drink sloshing around as you carry it to him. you feel his hands on your waist, firm and warm, preventing you from tipping over.

finally finding the courage to look into his eyes, you do. they’re so unfocused, yet so focused on you, and it makes you breathe in heavily, as if second guessing the normality of what you’re about to do. sensing your hesitation, his fingers squeeze at your waist. “go on.”

it's reckless and impulsive, but clearly, you aren't in the right state to be making smart decisions. your fingers hook under his chin, his eyes intently honing in on you as you do so, as you bring the glass to his lips. you press it against his lips, watching as they part to make space for the intrusion, before his fingers latch onto your wrist.

he doesn’t break eye contact as he guides you, gaze heavy and imposing, that it almost makes you want to pull away. but you can’t— his hands keep you firmly in place. you’re forced (though, you know a part of you willingly stares) to watch as he guides your hand to tilt the glass, pouring the contents into his mouth. 

aiku’s fingers linger on your skin even when the drink is long gone, and it makes you squirm. you cough, bringing one of your hands to your mouth to form a fist, as you bashfully look away. “all done here now, right?”

a beat passes, before you feel the heat of his hands leave your skin, “yeah.” and you pull away from him.

© rindreamery, 2025

[doiliedaze]

When the morning comes your still mine

Warnings: whistle trained reader, somewhat toxic relationship?? Reader has no will-power I mean immediately goes back into Sevika’s arms, public sex, dark and ooc! Sev, humiliation, Sev is packing and her strap is referred to as cock, degradation (reader is called a bitch and refers to herself as a mindless bimbo), I’m lowkey gaslighting reader too LMAOO

Genre: smut, angst with the little plot I put in here

A/N: inspired by the copious domestic Sevika content I’ve been taking in and pretty little birds by SZA and @wingedcrowpersona

Reader is a stripper!!

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Divorce wasn’t something you saw with you and Sevika but it’s your reality.

It was like one morning was different, the arguing didn’t matter, the makeup sex wasn’t working. You still wanted her but you didn’t need her.

You fell back into your old routine; get up, practice, hangout, work, hangout, sleep. Anything that stops you from thinking. Your marriage was lovely till it wasn’t, never agreeing with Silcos influence on your wife.

Music was blaring, lights were flashing and slightly tipsy you didn’t know where you were walking. This plus six inch platform heels caused disaster.

You fell right into her arms.

She was still as beautiful as ever and you know she thought the same about you. You also knew you were trapped.

Her mechanic hand squeezing the small of your back as she helps you up. “You look good” she states as she pops the string of your thong.

Immediately you swat her hand away, “don’t touch me like that.” You state crossing your arms. Vika always teased you whether you liked it or not.

Slowly she almost stalks to you, “is that how you treat your wife?”

“Not my wife anymore that’s how divorce works.”

“Not divorced if you didn’t sign the papers doll.” She said as she cups your face and brings you close. “For one second could you behave? Be my good little wife again?” Instinctively you nod missing how mean she could be, “I could fuck you right here and you’d like that mhm?”

“I’m on the clock!” You whine remembering where you are.

“I’ll pay you” she says flatly as one of her fingers dip into the front of your thong.

“Sevika wait” you gasp and you press yourself closer trying to make sure no one in the club could see you.

You grab her wrist about to deny yourself of pleasure until Sevika let’s out a short loud whistle. You let go of her wrist, stand up straight and look at her with doe eyes.

“Still my bitch I see” she says as she slowly rubs circles on your pretty clit. You can’t help but moan and obey because that’s what Sevika deserves, a mindless bimbo wife.

Legs shaking due to embarrassment and pleasure you step closer to her to balance yourself. Another whistle was let out and you open your legs more, giving her thick finger more access to you.

“I should embarrass you, since you embarrassed me.” She scoffs, “thinking you aren’t mine, my wife.”

You shake your head no but it didn’t really matter. She knew you wanted this, she knows how much you missed her.

Sevika maneuvers you two to a booth, pulling you by your thong strap. She’s seated whilst your standing.

“C’mon dance, entertain me.” She mutters as she lights a cigar blowing it in your direction knowing you hate smoke. Sevika is never this hard on you but you left her, you did this to yourself.

Slowly you dance to the music, touching yourself here and there in the process. Naturally you strip not caring who saw because it was about your wife’s pleasure. Once you were bare she whistles and you sit on her lap. Sevika puts the cigar out and holds your face, smoke escaping her mouth. “I missed you”, her whisper sincere and hurt. “Not as much as I.” You mumble before you softly press your lips against hers.

Her tongue slithers your mouth. She missed how you taste, how you feel so much. How could you deprive this from her?

Your pierced nipples rub against hers and you go to unbuckle her pants. Like a good bitch you wait for the whistle, her wanting to see how patience you could be. Once granted permission you are able to slip her inside with a satisfactory squelch from your dripping cunt.

Her hands were harsh on your hips and your pelvis was burning but none of the mattered as you kissed your wife. Didn’t matter who was watching or if you’d feel shame tomorrow because that’s the effect she has on you.

Both of you desperate for each other are rutting against each other ready to cum. Saliva is dripping from your tongues, hair is frizzy and fucked, both of your moans are loud and desperate.

She just wants her wife back, wants to take care of you again. Fucks you into never thinking about leaving her again.

With one final thrust you shakily cum, and ride your orgasm out together.

“Can I take you home?” She whispers her eyes looking like hurt puppy dogs. “Let’s go home.”

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A/N: oh my gosh!! I need to be whistle trained by her!! She’s so hot why isn’t she real (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven

(Dividers- @dollywons)

[whoskimii]

yuuji and no nut november please

honestly i think yuuji would def do the challenge lmaoo (or try to)

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > yuuji x you. - character is aged up - smut at the end! nnn but he lost the first day lmao. soft sleepy sex with your bf <33 tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

yuuji looked around, observing people. he had brought choso to a coffee shop as he wanted to try different beverages.

as the waitress placed another drink in front of choso for the sixth time, yuuji couldn't help but chuckle. he watched his brother taste it as he tilted his head to the side. "so ? how's it taste ?" he asked, sipping on his own drink.

the pink-haired boy smiled as his brother nodded enthusiastically. "great !" he beamed happily. yuuji nodded in return. "good. what is it ?" choso frowned a little, trying to recall the name. after a few seconds, he perked up. "oh, it's a strawberry milkshake." the younger boy hummed. "m'kay."

their attention drifted to the door as the bell rang, announcing the entry of another client. multiple boys arrived and settled at an empty table right next to them. they seemed to be around yuuji's age or maybe a few years older. "so, how's it going with your girlfriend ?" one of them asked another boy. "still the same ?"

yuuji couldn't help but listen. he was curious, after all. choso talked to him, bragging about how good his milkshake was but the words drifted out of his brother's ears. "nah, we made up. finally." the friends laughed.

choso looked at the window, watching the wind blowing through the trees. the temperatures were starting to fall. just like his sibling, he began listening. "but i'm gonna do nnn, though. i gotta stop watching porn. if she catches me again, i'm sure she'll break up with me."

the initials instantly caught choso's attention. nnn ? "huh ?" he looked at yuuji. "what's nnn ?" he frowned a little as the words fell out of his lips. his brother chuckled. "it's no nut november." it didn't help choso and yuuji noticed. "basically you can't get off for a month. no sex, no jerking off sessions, nothing." his brother raised his eyebrows. the concept was foreign to him. "oh... and... you do it ?" yuuji shrugged. "yeah. jus' for fun, though."

the older man smiled. "really ? so... when does it start ?" yuuji looked at his phone. "tomorrow. today's october 31st."

as the pink-haired boy woke up the next morning, he remembered the conversion he had with choso the previous day. he was persuaded he could last for at least half of the month. he looked to his side and noticed you, still sleeping peacefully. you looked so so pretty. the prettiest girl he's ever seen. even jennifer lawrence was second on the pyramid.

he gently patted your velvety hair, which prompted you to stir awake. "yuuji...?" you breathed, still in the daze. he hummed quietly. "yeah. s'me, baby..." he mumbled before burying his nose in your neck. he inhaled your comforting, feminine scent. he sighed softly. "y'smell so damn good, angel... y'know that ?" you giggled quietly, nodding a little. "s'my lotion... smells like vanilla."

he smiled softly. how was he supposed to do no nut november when you were right here, in his bed, looking all soft and cute ? he couldn't.

that's eventually why he shifted a little, placing himself between your legs. you instantly reacted to him, parting your thighs a little to grant him access. as he slowly slid down your panties, only leaving them mid-thighs, he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

as he untied his sweatpants, he pushed his boxers at the same time and left them around his knees. the tip of his needy cock was already leaky. he sighed softly and pumped himself a few times, enough to get himself hard. to get yourself wet, you circled your clit with the tip of your middle finger, breathy little whines escaping your parted lips.

at the sight, he groaned softly. he placed a hand on the headboard, the other beside your head to support his own weight. he leaned down to kiss you and when your lips met his, he slowly pushed in. he broke the kiss and a look of pure relaxation washed over his face.

his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted slightly. he was relieved. being inside you was like coming home. he was home. whenever he would bury himself in your tight little heat, his shoulders slumped.

he let out a quiet little moan, still unmoving before he tucked his head in your neck. "mhm..." he hummed, all breathy, almost approvingly. he began rolling his hips against yours lazily. the pace was slow, unhurried. you were both young and in love, you had all the time in the world.

"y'feel so good, baby..." he sighed and placed his forehead on yours. as you both made eye contact, he twitched inside you. "already that wet, mhm...? shiiit..." the sounds of your squelching pussy filled his ears and he took a deep breath. "m'never gonna get tired of her..." he whispered and circled your throbbing little clit. "yuuji..." you breathed. "i know, baby, i know... m'here..." he intertwined his fingers with yours. "m'close, honey..."

as you clenched around him, he chuckled breathlessly. "yeah, seems like you are too..." your back arched off the comfy mattress a little. "yuu', m'gonna cum... oh... gonna cum..." you muttered. "yeah... me too. come with me, baby. jus'... let's come together, alright ?" you nodded vigorously and he hummed. "c'mon, m'right there... right behind you..."

it only took you a few other lazy thrusts to come around him. as your pretty little pussy pulsated around him, squeezing him tight, he huffed quietly and spilled himself inside you. "theeere we go... fuck..." he took a deep, sharp breath.

he stayed inside you for a few seconds before rolling off you. "m'gonna clean you up, 'kay ?" as he stood up, his eyes settled on his phone. he internally laughed.

november 1st, 8:07. the challenge was already over.

that's so sweet aughhh :((

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[sourinartt]

no way a silly sex joke has you all this worked up omg

excuses to make people feel bad for shipping two fictional characters

according to these people, making gay jokes encourages the sexualization of children and encourages minors to do the same, and I think I'm listening to a conservative, lol.

they're fucking annoying and hypocritical. Most of these people just want to be anti-sns and hate those who ship them. why? Because they don't say anything in cases of nh and ss sexualizing to the characters, ss spends his time talking about how much sakura and sasuke fucked on a mission, they make sexual jokes, nh is obsessed with sex and about how nh had two children, and we're not just talking about two adult characters, we're talking about them also having an obsession with naruto fucking hnt in 16 year old stages

So why is there nothing when ss and nh talk about sex with their characters? Oh, I remember, because they're straight and when it's straight, it doesn't matter.

when you are heterosexual, the sexualization of children, fetishes, etc. does not matter.

(I used nh as an example, but we already know what ss fans are like)

ss talks all the time about sakura/sasuke fucking in a forest but that's not sexualizing the characters, nh was obsessed for a while when Naruto/hnt fell into the other dimension, they talked about how they would have sex and make another uzumaki, but they didn't say anything there either

I have given adult examples, but I repeat, these people still think it is wrong to talk about Naruto/Sasuke fucking even in their adult stage because it is "fetish and sexualization".

I keep wondering why they don't talk about the sexualization of children when nh and ss make sexual fanart and include the children of these couples?

the fact is, in the spanish naruto fandom these types of jokes are common, they don't seek to sexualize children, they find it funny how naruto/sasuke begged each other and then acted heterosexual

naruto and sasuke are 17 years old specifically, whether they like it or not, teenagers fuck, experiment with their sexuality and tastes at this age. It is normal for a 17-year-old teenager whose hormones are constantly changing to experience, and will continue like this until reaching adulthood where a definition is sought, they are not children looking for candy.

and if it bothers you so much, what the hell are you doing watching naruto? You're watching teenagers constantly beating each other up. In your opinion, this doesn't encourage children to beat each other up?

I will continue laughing at them and their hypocrisy. It bothers them when it's sns, but not with their much-adored heterosexual partners.

Dudebros also don't have the right to complain when the pedophile jokes Kishimoto himself made make them laugh.

aren't they all children here? LMAOO

these guys are only bothered if there is talk of narusasu/sasunaru having a sexual or romantic relationship, whether speaking in their adult stage or in the normal stage, he has a serious obsession with their age.

all of this will always remind me of when someone said that queer people aren't allowed to talk about sex because it's disgusting, while straight people can and they even do it in front of others and it's okay because it's heteronormativity

to be honest, I would be more worried if they paired adult or teenage naruto with child sasuke or vice versa, but since they don't, so let SNS fans continue to be "nasty" to annoy the antis 💋

[eliteseven]

My reasons why Shadowheart would actually be a very good cook: 1. She would have to cover up the taste of poison she put into people's food. 2. She had a lot of undercover identities and probably learned good taste in food at wealthy people's homes. 3. She has a fancy taste in wine so we know she has expensive taste. 4. Shadowheart doesn't remember how to make foods but she would remember how they taste.

Lmaoo okay, these are fair. I don’t want to be nitpick-y here but I can maybe counter your points a little? (Although I totally support you HC-ing whatever you feel is right for her character ofc 🥰)

1. Fair, but there are so many other ways to get info out of someone or kill them. I don’t think she was cheffing it up in a cloister kitchen just to throw some nightshade in her freshly baked bread loaves 😭💀 but tbh who knows lol

2. Loving good food ≠ knowing how to make it. I would know 💀

3. See (#2 but apply to wine)

4. This one actually hit me in the heart 🥹💕 you’re so right. She would know a good meal if she had one, because I think some part of her remembers the taste of Emmeline’s cooking. While I don’t think that automatically translates to her having cooking ability, I do think she’d have a natural talent and inclination!!!

Anyway these are just my thoughts!!! I love my disaster girlfailures in the kitchen together!! I love that they’re two grown women in their 30’s/40’s who are fighting for their lives to make a basic stew. I love their incompetent asses, both could kill you in 3865 different ways, and they struggle to make bread. Phenomenal.

I do think Emmeline teaches Shadowheart and it’s their absolute favorite thing to do together. Not as much strength required from Emmeline, and she gains like 10 years on her life every time Shadowheart grins and squeals with delight when she remembers the taste of a classic recipe.

But that’s just my AU 😅 I would honestly looooove to read a Chef Hallowleaf AU or something like that!! 👀 i would eat anything of hers who said that????

[688199]

marinette is FAR from being a “normal girl, with a normal life” (general criticism, and analysis of the location concept art)

pardon any mistakes, this is a rant post lmaoo

first and foremost, she is the daughter of paris’s most popular bakery. everyone knows it. and it's not loved the same way a long time neighbourhood bakery is loved. sleek high class interior design, like i bet a simple croissant costs 4 euros or smth.

now how about the earlier bakery design?

cluttered, lots of bread stacked everywhere, but it coneys well their love for baking. wonder why those "run down eating places" are always the one that have the greatest tasting food? it's because their heart is in cooking the meal. tbh, reminds me of the bakery in kikis delivery service actually. and why does these two bakeries feel so much nicer despite being so simple looking? because you can feel the hardwork (oh and the brown is a true vibe). full offence but the neatness of the current bakery feels like its a corporate business.

two, while she goes to a public school, it’s like the kids of all the most rich and famous citizens of paris are gathered there. adrien, model and son of renowned fashion designer. chloe, daughter of the mayor. juleka, daughter of famous rock star, alix, daughter of historian at louvre. mylene, daughter of a leading mine performer that had his posters plastered everywhere. that’s like just some of i remember. definitely not normal. unfortunately no concept art of the school. but knowing that the PV did reference marinette's bedroom, im going to assume the school design existed as a brief sketch.

this seems like a classy, rich college, same like the current one. but the design is better, imo, looks more school-ish. and third, it’s so clear that marinette is super rich. like man what the hell that room is thrice the size of mine. yet it lacks so much personality. what does this tell us about her? she likes pink. i seriously cannot find anything here that stands out to me.

this is why i much prefer the concept art locations. at least they look sort of middle class. it also gives marinette a “cozy” vibe, and someone who makes the best out of a given situation.

marinette is given the attic room. lots of beams, not very well furnished. yet she takes advantage of a seemingly bad room by using the beams to place boxes and toys. she also uses cloth to decorate the place, showing her appreciation of cloth design. it’s small, but has character, compared to marinette’s pink spacious room that’s a mess to look at.

furthermore the rooftop clearly isn’t meant to be used like that. but she adds little features to it, such as a simplistic bird house, wood planks to allow an even surface to place stuff/ sit, and a tent tied down by random pink strings and ribbons. it shows how she’s adaptable, creative and caring (bird house). plus it alludes to a sense of defiance and her “wanting to take a break”.

on the other hand, the current (it’s not even called a rooftop it’s called a balcony) is in big open space, smack right in front of the eifel tower, nicely floored with a proper fence and proper table for teapot. nothing here is "make shift" like the previous design. even if marinette did spend time making this place nice, how can we tell? there's nothing that hints to us that she worked on it. it doesn’t convey anything about marinette to us anymore, other than: “oh holy shit she's pretty rich”.

even this even earlier design is simple, but still says more about marinette than the current balcony. she carried her teapot all the way up there even though it's insanely difficult to. this tells us she's willing to put extra effort into things.

you could say im looking too deep into things. but i really am not. people fail to understand that even art, animation and film, every little detail, no matter how small, is important and should tell us the personality of the character.

with all the choices made in the series, how could you convince anyone that marinette is supposed to be normal? the whole concept of marinette and ladybug is that she looks average on the surface, but is capable of being a superhero due to all these favourable character traits of hers that tend to be overlooked. marinette dupain cheng? writers can't even make her look average for gods sake. from her appearance (stereotypically good-looking instead of charmingly cute, there's a difference), and her life in general (blessed with all the chances in the world that basically spoon feeds her her dream).

its exactly like those famous hollywood stars saying how much they suffered before they could succeed. except they were rich from the start with famous parents.

[bilswifee]

all of em...(finna write them in a doc so ik u better) WHY IS THAT SO WEIRD JUNE HELP

LMAOO I GOT U JUNIE ILL ANSWER THEM ALL

question game

1- juju or janjoona anything is good

2- 11/11/2005

3- 3 months

4- i think surrounded by psychopaths loved that book

5- my body

6- drew starkey and aron piper SOOO FUCKING FINE

7- billie duh and madeline argy those are my top i have lots more OH AND HAILEE STEINFELD

8- child psychologist/ clinical or something in the community like the un and refugee work

9- honestly making it through high-school i thought i was gonna give up and never graduate but here i am almost to my third year of uni :)

10- i’m a huge huge over-thinker and i need reassurance ALOOOT and i believe it’s really almost ruining many good things in my life

11- uuuhhh many lows tbh i went through a break but i’m okay and some stuff with family but i’m grateful i did see my friends so this made me really happy

12- GREECE BROOO AND SPAIN OMG

13- i alr answered that

14- tiktok , pinterest , spotify and instagram

15- i want to heal 😁 ( also i’m a sweet softie girl)

16- ME ?!! woah okay maybe my eyes like eye color or my music taste i believe

17- i’m really good at history anything that’s really based on facts , AND DEF PSYCHOLOGY

18- math omg i’m js awful at math

19- girl i dont remember OH SOMEONE ASKED ME IF I WAS OKAY I WAS INFACT NOT OKAY

20- NY BRAJN CANT THINK RN OMG IDK IM BRAIN BLOCKRD

21- myself😜 and ofc my best friend

22- eilish n1 honestly AHAHAH and my beloved friends and family

23- i think 4 years ish

24- when i went to uni my first day and also i was with my dad and he was like youre turning 20 this year and i was LIKE WOAHHHHH SLOW DOWN IM REALLY GROWJNG UP AND ALMOSY A FREAKING ADULT

25- YESS i played soccer , basketball , gymnastics and swimming

26- i’m okay js thankful

27- early bird but also i stay up a lot

28- MMH ALR ANSWERED THAT

29- from male fantasy “ i know i should but i could never hate you “ and also “ but nothing lasts i know the deal “ the last part of i love you too chefs kiss and from gracie the blue that whole song

30- taking a relax day , drinking water js doing stuff you love

31- billie , gracie and finneas

32- presenting infront of people hatw that

33- loud chewing bro

34 remembering my past and seeing my mum and dad grow up

35- that i’m a shy person which is honestly so real

[not-oliwolly]

After being gone for a..very long time, here’s days 17 through 23 of @wisdom-devotee ‘s 31 days of hellenic polytheism!! :D (TW!! mentions of animal remains on day 23!!)

DAY SEVENTEEN QUESTION: Send out some love! Are there any Helpol blogs here on tumblr that you follow and really like?

DAY SEVENTEEN ANSWER: @stalkerofthegods has amazing deep dives for a handful of deities!! forever thankful for them🙏

DAY EIGHTEEN QUESTION: How can you best describe your relationship with each of your deities?

DAY EIGHTEEN ANSWER: With Queen Persephone, it’s like a motherly type of relationship, or parental. When i really need to get something done like schoolwork or clean, i’ll usually light her candle since for me her presence is almost like a scolding mothers sometimes/pos😅 with Lord Dionysus, it feels like a more like a..”teenager and a slightly over the age of 20 adult who will most likely adopt them in the future”friendship? It’s hard to explain- and i’m afraid i’ll explain it wrong..but, that’s just kinda the vibe, yk? with Lord Hermes, i’d say its definitely a friendship. One of my favorite offerings to give him is showing him my favorite wolverine edits, if that says anything. With both Lord Hypnos and Lord Thanatos..i would say it’s more of a mentor/student relationship. Last thursday, i was super upset about something my parents said, and the both of them gave me the courage to go talk to them about it wich was something i almost never do. i am forever eternally grateful for them🙏🙏 And lastly..Lord Apollo. To be honest, i feel like my relationship with him is just a mix of all of the other relationships. A mix of parental, friendship, much older possibly soon to be adopted parent..mostly because i can’t really put my finger on a spesific one.

DAY NINETEEN QUESTION: If you had to assign one song to each of the deities you worship, what songs would you choose?

DAY NINETEEN ANSWER:

Apollo: Apollo-Momma

Dionysus: pretty much any/all showtune(s), also will wood

Hermes: upbeat/rock songs! I really like playing Speed Drive-Charli xcx for him spesifically

Persephone : Pomegranate Seeds-Julian Moon

Thanatos: Overture-Phantom of The Opera or anything mitski

Hypnos: anything mitski too tbh

DAY TWENTY QUESTION: Do you have a favourite aspect of Hellenic Polytheism?

DAY TWENTY ANSWER: I think i’d have to say the way you can have like..genuine one on one relationships with the gods. Ofcourse, not saying you can’t in other religions, but..i really enjoy being able to light a candle or set out an offering having the reassurance that they’re with me, yk? it’s really refreshing, especially after living 13-14 years of my life praying and nothing ever happening or ever getting a response.

DAY TWENTY-ONE QUESTION: Are there any retellings/ adaptations of greek mythology that you LIKE? Why/ why not?

DAY TWENTY ONE ANSWER: The song fo Achilles is super good…but besides that, im not sure i’ve seen/heard any others that has any good responses😭

DAY TWENTY-TWO QUESTION: Is there an aspect of Hellenic polytheism you haven't yet gotten to try but hope to in the future? Do you have any other Helpol-related goals for next new year?

DAY TWENTY TWO ANSWER: Celebrating the different festivals! Though i have high doubts in my ability to remeber to celebrate them (i can’t even remember the pagan holidays for hells sake) but i’m definitely going to try to remember!!

DAY TWENTY-THREE QUESTION: What's a bit of UPG you have with your deities?

DAY TWENTY-THREE ANSWER: i’ve been SOO excited for this question!! (most of these are quite random too LMAOO)

Apollo: dogs (spesifically golden retrievers), blue flowers, albedo from genshin impact, chappell roan, the smell of my watercolor paints

Dionysus: olive garden (thats basically it)

Hermes: Basically all birds (not sure if that’s upg tbh), my carnival cruise keycard collection (there’s literally only two but it’s ok), the feeling when i taste test my coffee in the morning to see if i need to put more creamer in it, a bracelet i got from Honduras with a coin on it and orange turtle beads (not really upg but i thought if ad it in since i love it so much)

Persephone: moths. idk they give me a very “queen persephone” typa vibe, this skull my mom got me from a trip to mexico that’s made out of fish bone and plaster and it’s so cool and there’s a little cave with TWO BABY DRAGONS in it it’s so awesome, this one squishmallow keychain my friend got me specifically for her (ilysm lorelei)

Thanatos: more moths!! ik he’s heavily associated with butterflies, but tbh moths give me a heavy underworld vibe i can’t explain it, Phantom of the Opera, this one hoodie that i have with a little grimm reaper embroidered on it

Hypnos: also moths (mostly because they’re night (??) creatures), asmr, anything aromatherapy, blue goldstone, anything nasa/space related, chocolate(?)

[armandlovesgirlcock]

haha do not feel bad about not being organised, i am an outlier freak who LOVES TO ORGANISE XDD

THAT BEING SAID pls give me deets on trans lestat and TBOY DANIEL?? HELLO??? 👁👁👁

i literally repel organisation it's a talent/curse lmaooo

trans lestat 2 electric boogaloo is a sequel to this fic i wrote where i essentially threw lestat's egg at a wall very hard until it cracked lmaoo.

in part two she's fully accepted that she's a woman but she is going to have to come out to louis and there are Problems because he's Gay (it is loustat endgame tho, with some light danstat fuckery!). i'm struggling to write it at the moment because i want louis to have a hard time accepting her transness, but i dont want to make him seem like a complete dick before he comes around and i'm finding it hard to walk that line.

also daniel is there being a baby vamp, doing drugs, fucking groupies and being lestat's emotional support daddy/fwb <3

I posted the summary of tboy daniel here so instead u win a snippet!! TW for daniel using the f slur

“Tell me what they’re thinking about?” He mutters to Armand, a favorite game of theirs. 

“Money,” Armand’s eyes flicker to the bartender. “Sex, drugs, boys… dogs,” He tilts his head to each person in turn, playful in his intrusions into their minds. His cool breath is ghosting along the back of Daniel’s neck. 

Daniel’s stomach knots at the words in Armand’s seductive accent. 

“Sure,” He says with a laugh, playing it off. “Anything interesting though?”

“There’s a man over there who recognises you,” Armand taps his shoulder lightly, and Daniel glances in that direction with trepidation. He wracks his memory but he doesn’t recognise the guy; a nondescript man with a heavy build, buttons undone to reveal a hint of chest hair. “You don’t remember him? You got on your knees for him once.”

Oh. 

“I’ve been on my knees for half the fags in this city,” Daniel says lightly. Armand hums affirmatively in his ear.

“He’s thinking about what you looked like. Legs spread, choking him down.”

Jesus Christ. He remembers the guy now, or maybe a blur of similar guys, the salt-sweat taste of them rich in his memory. Daniel shuffles a little, crosses his legs furtively as he leans against the bar. Armand has to know what he’s doing to him. 

“I’m gonna -” Daniel gestures towards the restroom, needing a moment to breathe. 

[klonoadreams]

I was reading all the posts about Mako and, damn, now I have a taste(? for the couple that won't be a couple, Dellinger x Mako.

It's impossible but that has never stopped the ships. (And then I remember the age difference they have, it would be more or less the difference between Pudding and Sanji, right?)

Would there be about 4 Fishman/human hybrids? Big Mom's twins, Mako and Dellinger?

Who would be your actress in mind for a live action? I dominate Anya Taylor Joy or Isabella Gomez.

Lmao the NOTP of interest, like nope for reasons but also owo 👀

I getchu tho, its the concept, the parallels, but also, without Dellinger, we wouldn't have had Mako in the first place.

It's an interesting concept. Also yee, those actresses seem cool, Jenna Ortega or Xochitl Gomez are also some I'd have in mind too. So fun :V

Idk about the hybrids, yes maybe??? Idk lmaoo

Also gather round for my tirades. Its gonna get looong lmao and also at some point I went fuck it because nuance but also I don't have the brain cells to even go anything further than what I just blurbed lmao.

Like, sometimes I forget that Pudding is 16, but like that's why I had to make One Piece the exception to a lot of shenanigans, given the complexity of the fact that you got 17 and 19 year olds drinking so much, which even by the standards of Japan's drinking age, its still under it (which is 20).

So at soem point I was just fuck it, we ball. It's like with my Naruto fics, where you just set apart the civilians from our ninjas. Do that with pirates and whatever.

But remember, civilians are exempt from this. Thats why you got Mei flirting (albeit, playfully) with Chouko and how Killer B said she wasn't his type do to marriage custom shenanigans. And of course pre official genin Haku considered a civilian when he got engaged to Chouko, even tho he's older than her lmaooo.

It's honestly easier this way, but always keep in mind there is a line to be drawn. And that's why you got Law, Robin, Mako, and so many others that are resentful of the World Government.

Because they didn't even have a choice when they were all forced to grow up so soon, which is why so many of them are stunted to a degree. Even Mako has her own suffering, with how she kept suppressing her own emotions, to the point it made her sick because her body could not handle the strain at all.

Zoro probably has the most "normal" ish upbringing like he went through a lot, but no abuse, no neglect, no world government bs, but something along the lines of what I call Bridge to Terebithia, where you lose your childhood friend so suddenly like that. Because life is random sometimes and it sucks (also the writer's son's friend irl died via lightning strike, but it was tweaked to what happened in the book because it wasn't as realistic so yeah), and it will forever stay with you. So live on.

Probs the most stable as a result, he is a rock. Love him. :V

[subskz]

Aur right Miss Rin, I WANNA KNOW when u became a Stay. You honestly give Stay since Debut vibes (especially w/ ur love of Levanter) but I am often Wrong saur...

I, personally, only became a Stay in April 2021. My friends peer-pressured me into changing my pfp on Discord to Felix and I was like "He's actually p cute.. what group is he from?" and the rest is history. Now I'm the #1 Yeni Lover and Awkward Silence Enthusiast.

I also dragged my mom into this mess too in June 2021 (she's Felix biased with Chan as a bias wrecker and she also loves Hyunjin, Han, & Seungmin too). She went to the concert with me, so we both witnessed the infamous:

"Felix!!! Take me, Felix!!!" -Han Jisung; July 14, 2022

She laughed, I was absolutely Going Insane in the seat next to her with the thought: "The sub!skz council must know abt this"

ANYWAYS

Bonus Question: What's your favorite random Skz song? Can be a title track, b-side, solo, duet, trio, sub-unit, player, record, cover, etc.

Bonus BONUS Question: What's your favorite "era" for each member? For me, it's:

Chan - Miroh or Yellow Wood

Minho: Levanter (specifically all these looks⬇️ the satin(?) shirts with the sheer ascots)

Changbin: Go Live

Hyunjin: Oddinary

Han: I am Who?

Felix: Noeasy

Seungmin: 5-star

Jeongin: Maxident

hello my dearest pink! please the way u got into skz is killing me…lix is the most dangerous gateway drug huh 😭 what drew u to yeni? im wondering if back door being their most recent cb at the time had anything to do w it bc i think he shone so much in that era <3

i am unfortunately not a debut stay ㅠ but i’m kinda honored i give off that vibe hehe i got into skz in january 2019! my friend had been trying to get me into kpop for so long but i just never clicked w any groups she showed me…then one day i came across the name “stray kids” on twt and it stood out to me bc i thought it was cool! so i checked out i am you and immediately fell in love…my friend was so mad LOL. miroh will always hold a special place in my heart bc it was not only my first comeback w skz but their first win too!!

it’s so cute that u got ur mother into them too!! she has good taste 😼 I REMEMBER WHEN U SENT UR ASK ABT THAT LMAOO little did she know the absolute illness that unleashed on us all…a moment in sub skz history

hmm if im understanding the question right u mean just any random song out of their discography? if that’s the case i’ll go w silent cry! how abt u?

i agree so much abt lino’s levanter styling…the soft sweaters n silk shirts they had him in made him look so so angelic 😞 i’m a bit indecisive so i probably cant settle on just one era for each member heh

chan - i am you/go live

lino - levanter/i am who

binnie - miroh/go live

hyune - i am who/levanter

jisung - miroh/5 star

felix - yellow wood/oddinary

seungmo - 5 star/maxident

innie - maxident/in life

[kookieswan]

wHeeEeEE HAPPY 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY 🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳 thank you for being here with us !! I hope tumblr can always be your place to relax and feel safe ❤️❤️

as for the questions, this is so random but I actually want to ask your opinion about taro flavor lmaoo like do you like it or not ? because almost all of the people around me LOVE it. sometimes I feel like the odd one for not liking it. I just can’t find the appeal of the taste-

and for all of RL characters, (sorry if this had been asked before) what do they usually do everyday ? do they have a routine or something ? I wonder how jungkook survives there 💀 does he even have other things to do aside from guarding lmao isn’t it boring to do that all day everyday ?

thankies ! enjoy your day :D

Ah, this got lost in my inbox. Thank you 🌸

I can’t say that I have an opinion because I can’t remember the last time I had taro anything tbh. I know it’s a popular milk tea flavor but I usually stick to more fruity flavors a majority of the time like mango/strawberry/coconut. (Although I had rosehip bubble tea recently and it was killer.) I’ll have to give it a try!

It depends on the Nightmare. Some are subjected to experiments, some are left to rot in their cells, and some are sent to have meetings with Doctors to talk about whatever. MC is part of this group and is the one that most often talks to the Nightmares. Most others don’t care to.

It’s a known fact to the doctors that Nightmares take much longer to deteriorate mentally/physically compared to humans, and so they’re not really cared for well. They maybe get a meal a day, wash whenever the guards allow them to, and get virtually nothing for mental stimulation. The best they have is the ability to talk to their cell mates.

Jungkook does guard all day everyday. He’s stationed on the 13th floor aka the floor all our Nightmares are stored on. He’s usually close to Yoongi and Seokjins room but also has rounds that he has to do. All in all, it’s a bit of a boring job heh.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

ASHSJSH I mean from everything we’ve talked about you sound like a very reasonable sound minded individual with a brain so I think you just got some bad luck with people?? Ok in the instance of this girl YIKES no this definitely isn’t a you problem bro wtf you got the epitome of asshole bitch pick me good thing you dropped her!!!! Not her trying to ride off your rizz that’s insane work we also do not fw the islamophobia!!!! You should tried setting her up with an asshole by saying he was cute or something LMFAO but SHSHSHS yeah you’re probs safe…not a tumblr user and yeah since you haven’t written for those……do you know if she knows tumblr exists because I fr didn’t know people wrote and read on here until relatively recently but maybe I also live under a rock LMAO

REAL actually ykw is funny they actually have a novelization of blue lock but I’ve never tried reading it soooo but I actually did buy a singular volume (only to see if we got any extra tabieitaken crumbs in the writing SHSHSH) but I’ll lyk how that goes…

But FR the automatic “not blatantly sexualized”association with peak female writing is not it….but yeah anyways it is what it is LMAOO kaneshiro throwing in chigiri is insane work too and I still will never get over him adding anris measurements like bro wtf….

LMAO nagimira tabimira and miraeita on top fr HAHAAH but seriously like do people really have nothing else to do that age thing is weird also….but fr as long as you aren’t actively going for a character that’s very obviously and intentionally supposed to be like a kid then??? But wait I’m crying GARY were you one of his fangirls “Gary Gary he’s the man if he can’t do it no one can!” LMAOO ok sorry but FR yeah anyways

ANNE AT ACCOUNTING AHAHAH but NAH FR the hypocrisy is crazy but also WTF EMBARRASSING??? Bro I loved noritoshi and readers dynamic wtf are they on…actually one of my favs in pi what the hell….will not tolerate such slander!!!!! Yeah they fr are just looking for that OP no development reader off the bat like I’m ngl I will never fw those fics because they’re boring and feel cringey sometimes like that’s why I’ll never touch wattpad again

LMFAOOO dw we’re in this together like integration and differentiation!! But EXACTLY ugh so many possibilities and ways to make it interesting and complicated I love making things not simple honestly HAHA I’m sure if you tried it would be really good and I’m sure the readers of sith have impeccable taste too then

LMAOOOO the story swipe up is too real reverse dynamic where it’s tabiken against the world LMFAOO also I REMEMBER THAT Karasu making an active effort like nope I will only have one girl on my feed and if it’s not y/n it’s no one

AHAHA OKOK wait that’s nice omg auto saving drafts too!! Auto saving asks when smh

HAHA will do!! I’ll definitely try it at some point (probably after s2 ends and when I need content LMAO) but LMAOO GOOD TO KNOW and dw this is a safe space for rants and thoughts im here for it all!! We usually share the same sentiments anyways so when I read your rants im like “finally someone with a working brain where have you been all my life” SHSHSH

Merge time but YESS pink nagi I loveee the vibes!! And tbh I kinda think it’s funny when I catch you midway it feels like I’m witnessing history in the making

- Karasu anon

AHAHA i’m glad you think so!! and yeah she was insane 😭 i know she knows of tumblr vaguely but she thinks it’s weird/freaky (as if she has any room to talk omg she was literally known throughout our high school for constantly saying absurdly horny shit i wish i was making this up) so i doubt she’ll ever make an account or anything on here at least!! i just have anxiety about it for some reason LMAOO like i’ll give my personal instagram to people i’ve been following/interacting with for a while because idrc about THAT aspect but i don’t want anyone from irl knowing about my online endeavors i think i’d actually die

wait i did not even know there was a blue lock novelization LMAOO that’s hilarious i wonder how that works…omg if there are more tabieitaken crumbs let me know!! i wonder if it’s still as entertaining in novel format

KANESHIRO WAS SUCH A FREAK FOR THE MEASUREMENTS this is why i always always say i’m glad there aren’t any other female characters in blue lock SDLKFSD i see what that man has done to anri and do not want him writing any other women 😭 i feel like in 2024 we should have moved past the not sexualized = well written rhetoric like not being sexualized is the bare minimum at this point let’s delve into some complexity and whatnot (not that people can really ever handle the few complex female characters we DO get but that’s a separate issue)

only pairings i care about fr 🤩 and ig tullisagi/tullireo can be included otherwise keep that away from me i’m not interested /hj people truly take it so personally when shipping was never that deep HAHAH and yeah the age thing is one of those first world problems tbh like it really never was that serious…YES OMG no i was insane with it back in the day i liked steven stone (modern day equivalent is a nagi and reo fusion) gary oak (modern day equivalent is a karasu and yukimiya fusion) brock (modern day equivalent is an aiku and otoya fusion) and…ash ketchum…SPECIFICALLY IN THE XY ANIME OKAY I WASN’T GOING CRAZY FOR HIS GOOFY INDIGO LEAGUE ASS i think the modern day equivalent for that is just megumi?? anyways

NO LITERALLY THAT’S WHAT IT WAS it was in the chapter about tullia and reader at the bakery where tullia makes reader hang up on noritoshi and is like “oh I thought you’d want to do smth on your own for a change” someone commented “no she’s right we’re being such a suck up to noritoshi rn and it’s honestly embarrassing” or smth along those lines LKSHFLK like on the one hand at least it’s not tullia slander (that line has also seen a lot of people bitching about tullia so that was a nice change) but also it’s not like that’s an either or situation?? like yeah tullia IS right it’s about time for reader to start making decisions on her own but on the other hand it’s completely justified for reader to be scared and to rely on noritoshi at that point in her life like literally a few paragraphs earlier she says that the only things she has in her life that are her own are her needles and her friendship with maki (which btw is one of my favorite quotes from the fic) WAS THAT NOT ENOUGH OF A CLUE THAT THIS GIRL IS A LITTLE MESSED UP???? LMAOOO omg don’t get me started i don’t like complaining about fics because i’m the biggest proponent of people writing what brings them joy and the idea that the only way to get better at writing is to write more but icl the fics where the reader is super overpowered are NOT my cup of tea…or like there’s a specific sense of humor that’s so common for the reader in every fandom i’ve been in that i just find embarrassing/cringy like that reader that’s supposed to be super cold but is just a weird hater?? not even in a cool way just like a “telling everyone to kys without flinching” “calling everyone ugly losers” way i hope ykwim i think a lot of people find it funny/cool/interesting but to me it’s just. well. it’s better suited to a certain demographic that i am no longer a part of!!

YESS it could be so fascinating as a concept!! in sith i had it where the reader is the victim of a LOT of brainwashing/propaganda and she’s also a genius (i put my money where my mouth is though i don’t have characters just being like “she’s a genius” but then she’s consistently stupid like many ya novels do LMAOAO she’s emotionally dense but super super smart the plot twists that come about just because of the ideas she suggests have blown many minds) so she does a lot of villainous stuff while at war (she’s also like all of fourteen at this point #childsoldier) that emotionally fucks her up for GOOD like the whole point of the story was showing how “badass killer action girl” makes no sense as a trope given the human psyche so i did a ton of research into ptsd and coping mechanisms and wrote her to have a lot of struggles with mental health in between wars which i think is something that people really liked reading!! but anyways during the war at one point she ends up injured in enemy territory and gets taken in by a family that has a son about her age and they kind of fall in love before she returns to war and suggests burning their village down in order because it’s an obstacle in their way…i think that that kind of trope could work SO well with kunigami (where he’s the reader) just based on what wildcard might’ve done to him HAHA

no because it’s so loser karasu coded especially because he’s the captain of bambi osaka and (according to fwtkac bestie) considered to be quite attractive so you know he has so many girls following HIM but he’s just like I’M MARRIED wait omg yk what would be funny is if the reason why reader didn’t know she’s the only girl that karasu follows is because she never followed him back (because she didn’t like him) SFHJLSKDJFH PLS omg imagine instead of tabieitaken it’s karasu and kiyora teaming up to bully otoya in the second selection and we get tabikiyoken LMAOOO absolutely brutal combo

HAHAH YAYY i love how we’re always linked up it’s so relieving to be able to dump my thoughts and be like “yup ik karasu anon’s got me” KDJFHSKFJD like if anything i at least know you won’t think i’m a horrible person for my more controversial rants

PINK NAGI FTW I THINK IT’S SO CUTE omg i had to change my pinned from nagi and tabieitaken enthusiast to number one nagi defender though because atp i think i’m the only one left 😭 me (a nagi lover) seeing everyone on bllk tumblr hate on him (he’s done nothing wrong he’s just a reuniclus/goodra coded cutie pie LEAVE MY MAN ALONE) seishiro nagi they could never make me hate you…

[al1x00]

AAAA IPOB!HOBIE MY BELOVEDD HE'S BACK!!

I can't help but find Hobat cute even when he's being a little shit like he's just a baby :((

“Motherfucker drunk from an incredibly inebriated CEO of a shady tech company.” OUT OF ALL PEOPLE HOBIE. OUT OF ALL PEOPLE YOU COULD CHOOSE FROM.

"you flash an image into your mind of him wearing a fancy three piece suit with a look of sheer egotistical pleasure while counting wads of dirty money." WHY DID I HAVE THAT IMAGE SO VIVID IN MY MIND HELPP😭😭😭

I'm convinced that Hobie's neighbours as either just really fucking oblivious and don't realize their neighbour is a thousand year old vampire or they all just know and decide not to fuck around with him

"You love the place though, it's home and you wouldn't have it any other way." THAT'S SO SWEET PLEASE :((

LMAOO WHEN HOBAT SMASHED INTO THE WALL I IMAGINED ONE OF THOSE CARTOONY SCENES WHERE THE CHARACTER RUNS INTO A WALL AND IT LEAVES A DARKER PRINT OF THEM LIKE PLEASEEE I'M DYING

“What am I doin' on the floor? We havin’ our fun time on the floor now?” OH?😏

"You have a feeling it's because it reminds him of the unobtainable warmth of the sun." That's so sad actually tho, it's like he misses the warmth of the sun he used to be under before he got bit and turned into a vampire but since he can't do anything about it he chose those to remind him of its colour :((

PLEASEE R AND HOBIE SLEEP TOGETHER IN THE COFFIN THAT'S SO SWEETT COUPLE GOALS FR.

“You bathe in a tub full of blood? I don't remember you ever doing that, Hobart.” The way this just gave me the most scrumptious drawing idea RAHH I NEED TO DRAW MORE VAMPIRE!HOBIE HE'S MY RELIGION.

"the blood juice box (that may or may not have come from your veins) helped a lot in flushing his system." I think we took the "being his personal bloodbag" joke TOO SERIOUSLY BUT THE DEDICATION THO.

"He kisses you, and you don't mind the copper taste anymore as the kiss gets sweeter than ambrosia and as saccharine as nectar whilst he pulls you into the tub with him." ...I think my jaw just dropped someone come pick it up and put it back in place please and thank you🤭🤭🤭

Also I love the dynamic between R and IPOB!Hobie LIKE IT'S EVERYTHING TO ME. The way they were supposed to hate eachother, that R was taught to kill him at sight but now they grew to love eachother that much that they put apart their differences, how R learned to love his heart even though it stopped beating a long time ago THEY MAKE ME CRYY I LOVE THEM SM.

KATY I ADORE YOU THANKS FOR THE FOOD I ALWAYS APPRECIATE WHOLEHEARTEDLY ALL THE IPOB TREATS YOU GIVE US THIS WENT BEYOND MY EXPECTATIONS❤️❤️ (ALSO I KNOW I'M SUPER LATE TO THIS BUT IT'S BECAUSE I'VE BEEN RE-READING THIS NONSTOP FOR THREE DAYS IN A ROW..CAN YOU TELL I LOVED IT? HAHAHA)

Bloodbath

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your vampire roommate accidentally gets drunk off of blood.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, vampire hunter! Reader, wwdits au, mockumentary trope, vampire au, set in the pursuit of blood au, cw blood, cw injury, cw suggestive, fluff.

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A request from @al1x00 — May I have garlic cloves in a heart shaped bottle please? IPOB!Hobie accidentally drinking the blood of a drunk person and now R has to deal with an incoherent tipsy vampire.(Make sure you get some proper rest and drink lots of water! Ly😽❤) --- i could not pass this one up for the halloween theme it's literally so perfect! Thank you for requesting, angel!!!

“Hobie, no!” You yell just as when he's about to lunge at a poor runner, who's unfortunate enough to jog at night, who just happens to run past you and your very drunk vampire roommate in his enormously large bat form.

The camera pans towards the yelling, lenses zooming in, spotlights shining brightly on the man in the shortest running shorts known to mankind and his entire body floating five feet off the ground as Hobie's claws latch onto his shirt. His screams echo around the park, and Hobie's bat shrieks sound above it like an endless click of a ballpoint pen.

You glance at the camera with your wide desperate eyes, mouth agape and hand pointing at the situation. “Put. Him. Down!” Yelling, you jump up, trying to grab hold of the stranger's trainers. “You've had enough blood!”

The scene shifts to you looking disheveled, hair messed up with your cheek having an unmistakable claw scratch while you hoarsely talk to the camera crew.

“Motherfucker drunk from an incredibly inebriated CEO of a shady tech company.” You explain bluntly.

The lens zooms out of your exasperated face, camera showing you hugging the large shrieking bat in your arms with your jean jacket wrapped around his flailing form whilst he tries and fails to bite and scratch you. “I tried to warn him that the fucker had every drug and cocktail flowing in his veins. But noooo, no one ever fucking listens to me!” You shake him in your arms, making the annoyed and adrenaline filled bat yell in his high pitched shriek.

Hobie's face escapes his denim prison, long ears fluttering in the breeze and fangs in full display as he tries to take a chunk out of you. You manage to dodge his attacks, face turning as far away as you could.

With a crunch of leaves underfoot, the cameraman backs away when you accidentally shove your face in the lens. Panting, the man behind the camera makes sure to keep his distance away from you and the angry bat as it zeroes in on the bleeding corpse right behind you. The body's foot twitches, and the producer takes that as a sign to anonymously call an ambulance.

“Fuck!” You stomp your foot down, and the thousand year old vampire stops his twisting and turning to look up at you with his big red button eyes. Hobie makes a sound akin to a chirp, fangs sticking out from his lip. “We're going home, Hobie.”

He trills in your arms, fuzzy head nudging your chest. You can feel how incredibly warm he is under the denim jacket, a sure fire way to tell that he is still under the influence of…everything.

“Don't flash those pretty eyes at me, you little shit.” You start to walk towards his street, hugging him tight against your chest like a chihuahua gone wild. He sneers, and you realize that he's taking a peek into your head and he did not like that thought one bit. “Get out of your head!” You squeeze him in your arms.

Smirking, you flash an image into your mind of him wearing a fancy three piece suit with a look of sheer egotistical pleasure while counting wads of dirty money. He shouts gutturally, now regretting the little peep inside your mind. The sound makes a few passers by look at you weirdly. The entire camera crew following you around doesn't help. “It's a toy, mind your fucking business.” You say to one of them, making them walk faster away from you.

Sighing, you finally see the dark gothic house around the corner. Its spires just screams ‘there’s a vampire living here!’ and its stained glass windows, circular topiaries, and wrap around porch says that the person living inside wasn't born in the same century as anyone else living in the same street. You still have no idea how no one has noticed their thousand year old neighbor. You love the place though, it's home and you wouldn't have it any other way. Even though the pipes need to be replaced with ones that don't give you some type of rusted water related disease whenever you take a drink from the faucet.

Your trainers stomp on the porch, juggling in between carrying Hobat and getting your keys from your pockets. He tries to escape your hold, head wiggling out of the denim burrito you wrapped him in. You can feel his toes wiggling on your stomach. “Don't you dare, Hobart.” With a stern tone, he falls limp, chirping, sounding like a whine. “Don't be cute with me,” you struggle to find the right key in your carabiner. “we're almost there.” You say much softer this time when the door unlocks.

The second you open the door, Hobie wiggles out and then flies off into the house. He zigzags, making questionable turns as he flies under the influence with his large wings flapping about and accidentally swatting away hundred year old vases and furniture.

“I'll let him empty his energy before I try to sober him up.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, arms crossed as you watch him fly around with endearment. He looks and sounds adorable just squeaking and flying about.

Closing the door, the crew stands just behind you, capturing the perfect moment when Hobie, again, a thousand year old vampire with abilities beyond human comprehension and years of forgotten knowledge from fallen civilizations inside his mind, flies into the far end of the hall. Crashing into the mauve wallpaper, leaving a Hobat shaped mark of dried blood from his unfortunate victims.

His claws try to keep him on the wall but his bat body has run out of steam. He slides down the wall, claw marks dragging down and scratching the wallpaper.

You briskly walk towards him, concerned, you walk a bit slower to feign nonchalance in front of the camera. Once you make it to him, you bend at the waist to look down at his stretched out form. His wings are unfurled, belly up, and ears perked as he sees you in his vision.

“You done now, Hobie?”

With a puff of black smoke, he returns to his form. His legs are sticking up and folded against the wall, arms stretched out next to him with his lopsided grin thrown at you.

“‘ello, lovie.” He chuckles, or giggles more like, as he makes grabby hands up at you. “What am I doin' on the floor? We havin’ our fun time on the floor now?”

The camera crew looks at each other with furrowed brows and questions swirling in their heads. You spare them a look of embarrassment that quickly morphs into fake ignorance.

“Not today,” you say gently, his red eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the hallway. You always wonder why he chose yellow bulbs in some parts of the house including his room. You have a feeling it's because it reminds him of the unobtainable warmth of the sun. “You need your coffin.”

“Will you join me?” He asks, fingers flexing about as he beckons you over. You indulge him, leaning down to let him grasp at your jaw. Surprisingly, he holds you carefully like you're the most valuable thing in the house instead of all the artifacts he gathered throughout the centuries just laying about the home.

“You need to sober up, and you can't do that when I'm hogging all the space in the coffin.”

“That's why I keep tellin' you that we should get a bigger coffin that can fit the both of us together.” He brushes his thumb across your cold bitten lips. Gasping like he got a brilliant idea, he pats each of your cheek, squishing it in his hands, careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails. “We should buy one tomorrow!”

You chuckle, hands reaching up to bracelet your fingers around his wrists, grabbing them to make him unlatch himself off of you. “Okay, sleep first then we'll go out to look for one.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. “Really?”

You subtly (or think that it's subtle enough) kiss his pulse point where you would feel his heartbeat if his heart still beats against his chest. “Really, we'll get a red velvet lined one.”

“How about a coffin with a telly in it so you could watch your shows?”

You smile, “I'd like that. For now, shower first because you smell like the floor of a pub.”

“Still fit though, hm?” Hobie winks, but with his drunkenness, he looks like he's spasming. It earns a guffaw from you, finding it adorable.

“Very handsome, my—” you glance sideways at the camera still recording, you've forgotten about them for a second. Clearing your throat, you help him up on his feet. “Let's go before I puke.” Playing it cool, you still look like your pants fell down to your feet.

Even drunk off his mind, Hobie sees through it, arms snaking along your middle, putting a show in front of the camera by shoving his face into the crook of your neck. Not biting, just smiling against your flushed skin. You can feel his fangs poking and prodding at you playfully.

You curse silently, holding him properly and hiding your flustered expression from the camera as you turn your back from the crew.

—

Locking the bathroom door, you made sure that the camera crew had enough tea and biscuits in the dining room before walking upstairs to check on Hobie. The crews’ chatter echoing from the vents prove that they're well occupied and distracted. Turning around, you face Hobie with a soft smile as he lounges in the bubbly bathtub that smells like Halloween incarnate.

“How's the water?” You ask, closing the distance and sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet to look at him fondly.

Hobie places his cheek on top of the edge of the black bathtub, cheek squished on the porcelain. “Just right, love.” He smiles as steam rises from the water, condensation rising up to the forest coloured tiles, “and the children?”

“Occupied with my expensive biscuits from my godmother.” You place your chin on your palm, eyes flicking from his wet face down to his shimmering torso. “You seem to be having fun with my bath bomb.”

He chuckles, fangs peeking out from his lips. A sign that he's extremely happy, you know it well. “It's red!” With a handful of bath water, he pours it from above to show you its crimson hue. “You're such a big fan of me aren't you? Mimickin’ a fraction of my power.”

“You bathe in a tub full of blood? I don't remember you ever doing that, Hobart.” With a roll of your eyes, you stand up only to sit back down next to the tub. Sitting cross-legged, you place your arms on the cool edge of the porcelain, eyes staring up at Hobie with pure affection while your index finger swirls patterns in the glittery red water. “Sounds like a great bath though.”

“Says the vampire hunter.” He dabs a droplet of water onto the tip of your nose, watching it slowly drip down into the tub. “Stop it with the bloody Hobart, thought we got past that months ago.” He seems completely sober by now, the blood juice box (that may or may not have come from your veins) helped a lot in flushing his system. You always kept them fresh in his freezer next to your orange popsicles.

“Whatever you say, Hobat.” You wink, feeling relaxed with the warmth from the water and the cinnamon pumpkin smell.

Hobie smiles softly instead of scoffing like you thought he would. A single fang peeks out from under his lip, reminding you of an adorable cat. He reaches for your hand closest to him, and then slowly, he puts his head atop your hand, nuzzling close to you. Thumb brushing along your scratch mark on your cheek, he looks apologetic while he heals it with his touch alone. Literally, it's nonexistent now that he poured a fraction of his power atop your warm skin.

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “Just curious, can you turn into a cat?”

“Is that not in any of your tomes?” He raises a brow, red eyes hazy from the hot water and tender affection from you.

You shrug, laying your head down on your arm so that you're facing him adjacently. “I remember reading that it's a rare ability.”

“Yeah?” His eyes soften, leaning ever closer to you. You can feel his cold touch amidst the warmth of the water as his lips gently caress your jaw. From the tip of your jawline down to your chin, he kisses you with so much affection that your breath hitches in your throat and nothing in your mind remains but his lips upon your own. “Tell you what,” he says against your waiting lips. “I'll tell you in exchange for a proper kiss.” He didn't need to open his mouth to say those words to you, you can hear his deep voice in your mind. Whispering those words only for you.

“Deal,” you reply in your mind, and he grins, showing you his fangs that have never scared you. Sharp ends that have always been gentle against your soft skin, fangs that were meant to leave you bone dry, but he never does. Only leaving you woozy on your feet, happy that you've helped him, content in the arms of someone you were meant to kill— taught to kill. You're glad you didn't that day, that day you got close with your wooden stake mere inches away from his heart that you now adore.

He kisses you, and you don't mind the copper taste anymore as the kiss gets sweeter than ambrosia and as saccharine as nectar whilst he pulls you into the tub with him.

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[jackienautism]

i wanted to send this on anon cause im Scared but its fine. jess i originally followed you for resident evil content because you were rbing some banger fucking posts and you just happen to post about a bunch of other stuff (some of which im into) and so i like reading your posts when they show up on my dash. and i absolutely dont know jack shit about yj but i look at your posts about it and i literally dont know any of the characters or story i *only* know your posts but im sitting here reading them with a hand over my mouth dramatically like ohhhh.... how could they say that about jackie..... dont do her like that 😭

SORRY I HAVE ANON OFF (probably permanently tbh) SO IM SO SO SORRY ABT THAT..... BUT I SERIOUSLY APPRECIATE YOU SENDING THIS IN 😭😭😭😭 i always see you interacting w/ my posts and rbs and stuff so its super appreciated.... i apologize for not following back im just super picky but we shall now become mutuals i promise.... thank u fo r sending this in like seriously i am so happee!!!! i dont even remember what i was rbing in terms of RE but if you ever wanted to talk abt it just hmu!!!!!! oalways in desperate need for ppl w/ Good Taste whos also into RE. or anything else tbh!

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[blackvail22]

11/2/23 — 10:05p

y parents say this was a good vacation, and my sister said she enjoyed herself too. i just cant shake the feeling of that it wasnt?

am i overthinking it?

i mean, it wasnt the worst vacation we've had.. its probably the best one, if we're judging it on how much my parents argued. they didnt really argue this time, but its because my dad just went with whatever my mom said.

i think not being able to ignore my mom's behavior is what ruined it for me.

but also, its my fault, too, i guess.

i guess i made her act up sometimes. i got yelled at, i think, twice? by both her and my dad. the first time, they both yelled at me at the same time. i didnt take my medicine that day (because i dont have to take my vyvanse every day), so i felt more sad than usual. when im sad, i have a disrespectful tone to my voice, and im irritable. it didnt help that my dad called the waitress in the restaurant short as soon as we entered the building. anyways, they yelled at me because of the tone of my voice. if im being honest, i tuned out what they said so i didnt remember what they said. all i remember is my mom saying, "this is why i hate talking to you," and i said, "then dont talk to me." which, i admit, was a bad way to respond.

the other time was earlier today. we were sitting in the hot tub/spa thing, and my family were talking. my dad was talking about how he didnt want to go back to work, and my brother said he likes his job. then, he talked about how he was thinking about college or smth like that. my dad responds about how some colleges are pro-palestine, like, my dad was saying it like it was a bad thing. not wanting to hear my dad's bigotry, told him that i didnt want to talk about that right now. whatever, whatever, my brother talks abt how him and my sister can get their concealed carry license, or whatever tf if, is when we get back in town. my dad was like basically challenging my brother in like "you dont need one anymore... not if you go down [enter highway number here]" and my brother said that they travel outside of that route number, and my dad ways like "where do you go, huh?" and my brother said "everywhere...." and i didnt want them to fight abt it, so i said, "can you please just let them do what they want to." my dad said, "are you trying to pick a fight with me or something? why the fuck are you acting like that?" i just stayed quiet the rest of the time and was in my head the rest of the time.

maybe im just in my head.

maybe it was a good trip, and i just cant feel anything positive

maybe i just have to find something wrong in everything.

noo, my mom does that. she finds something wrong about everyone she sees. she assumes everyone has negative intentions. the server today asked us if everything tasted fine, and asked if we needed anything. my mom said, "she probably doesn't think shes going to get a tip because we look poor" i just looked at her. it took everything in me not to say something because theres no fucking way 😭 she says that ALL THE TIME, and it frustrates me. the woman is just doing her job, leave her alone :,)

i need to write out what we did each day of my vacation in detail so i can go over it with my counselor. i cant do it until i get home, though, because then i can type as fast as my brain goes lol.

typing these out on my phone is so hard. im not an extremely slow typer, but i am suchhh a fast typer when i have a computer keyboard. sometimes i get so frustrated when im typing on my phone because my brain is moving so fast, but my fingers cant type it fast enough, lmaoo