#yuck..

[kulemireloaded]

on the topic of 5. i'm finally playing saejima's part today... but like i said, i can't function or think straight. so i can't even get into it the way i'd like. buuuuuuuut, i did have some thoughts that i wanted to yap about and then imma dip.

thought 1:

this ugly bitch? he's sooooo nasty! i don't even hate him because he's ugly. he's ugly because i hate him. HOWEVER, yall know my track record... i physically cannot ignore a great voice and UGHHHHH!!! his voice is sooooooo sexy!!!!! he's got that purring thing going on, plus a subtle rasp and it's got my neanderthal brain going CWAZY. actually, vocally?? he kinda reminds me of zhao now that i think about it.

he's voiced by nobutoshi kanna, who i thiiiink i only really have one other experience with and that was him as nowaki in junjou... imma be real... I DO NOOOOOOOOTT remembering him sounding like that. but tbh i was probably too busy drooling over hiroki to notice....

another random thing, i just realized kugihara's given name is hiroshi. HIROSHI!!!! :///// my psycho hiro is better. FUCK YOU, KUGIHARA!!

thought 2: (kinda 2-fold)

lil mama's dress is FABBBBBULOUS OMGGGG??? i want it. i never realized how nice this dress looked before.

the other thing was about saejima's behavior during karaoke... it just kinda made me think like... i know he's just fucking around and having fun but i think it would be amazing if he was deadass just a HORRIBLE dancer. two left feet. can't keep a beat to save his life. but he when he's vibin, he can't really be all that bothered to care.

also, what's up with the backup support in this game? it's so chaotic 😭😭😭

thought 3:

saejima's lil smile in the photo there is so cute! but that's not what this is about.. im just.....

i know that it's a running gag for them to put a random photo there for baka mitai, but the idea of saejima getting wasting in a lonely bar, ruminating over this photo is soooo funny to me. like, saejima... what aren't you telling us? what has happened at that dojo?????

thought 4:

HOW DARE YOU STAND WHERE SHE STOOD! 😤😠😡

thought 5+6:

YAKUZA KIWAMI 5 TO GIVE JUSTICE TO OUR MEN IN PURPLE WHO GOT DONE DIRTYYY!!!!!

i'm not on the this aizawa part yet obv.. but i can't stop thinking about how rough he looks in some shots and while i think it's funny, i want them to do my boy RIGHT! he deserves the world and more!!!

also. i know i bring this up alllllll the time but sometimes i get excited over the idea of them actually giving y5 a proper remake. i fantisize over the possibility of them fleshing him out more and ironing out the confusing details some- like, im not saying hold my hand but there's just alot of things that didn't make sense in the end (i'll come back to this another day-this is part of the reason im replaying 5 in the first place).

buuut just as exciting of an idea it is, it's also really terrifying when i remember that my vision of aizawa is likely sooooooooooooooo far away from their initial idea of him.

now, i dont like when people get too attached to their headcanons that they forget when characters dont belong to them and when canon info comes out that contradicts what they previously imagined, they get upset and cry mischaracterization.

HOWEVERRRRRRRR, considering how little care went into him and how much time has passed, i can't help but find myself realizing that if anything changes, i'll probably be a hippocrip LMAOOOO 💀 i'm kidding. i'm sure even if i am a little sad, i'll just have been happy to see him getting a more fair shot and i'd be quick to rework what i have to adjust 😌

...... buuut

RGG IF YALL WANT HELP FLESHING OUT AIZAWA HMUUUUUU!!!! I GOT AIZAWA LORE AND IDEAS FOR DAYYYYYSSSSS!!! I SWEAR I'M GOOD FOR MORE THAN D-LEVEL SMUT!!! I CAN MAKE A GUY, FOR REAL!!! PLEASE DON'T HARD CONTRADICT EVERYTHING I'VE BUILD FOR THE LAST 3+ YEARSS!!! 😭😭😭😭

[morganbritton132]

Post-Starcourt AU where Steve and Robin kinda just wander off in the all chaos.

They’re just walking around because Robin can’t go home like this and Steve doesn’t want to go to his house. Robin also doesn’t want to go to Steve’s house. There were monsters there once.

So, they’re just moseying along still feeling the high of Russian drugs and monster fighting when a minivan pulls up next to them. They roll down the window and it’s…Tommy’s mom? Telling them to get in the car right now, “Steven Christopher.”

Tommy’s mom, Maria, heard about the mall fire on the radio. She vaguely remembered Tommy mentioning that Steve worked there and gave his house a ring. Her mom brain went into overdrive when she got no answer.

The unknowing made her so sick with worry that she got into her car to drive out to the mall to check herself. That’s what she was doing when she found them and all that worry wore on her face.

So, they listen. They kinda have to listen so they got in the car. She asks questions. They answer some of them.

“We’re fine,” Steve tells her even though his lips is bleeding and he’s all bruised up. He smells like smoke and blood, turning to Robin in the backseat, “Robbie. This is like, my mom.”

Robin thinks, whoa.

Steve’s mom is like nothing she was imagining and she takes them home to a regular house? It’s cozy and clean, but like. Robin thinks her house might be nicer than this. Honestly, weirdest thing she experienced tonight.

She immediately revised that thought when Maria gives them both a once over and sends them to bed. She follows Steve upstairs and watches him flop into bed next to - “Tommy H?”

Steve’s cuddling up beside Tommy instead of providing any sort of explanation so Robin puts the pieces together and concludes, “Tommy H is your brother?!”

[opikiquu]

[inkskinned]

it became like a point system, i guess.

it wasn't that he never did anything romantic or wonderful. he would do these things for me on occasion almost ritualistically - after i'd exhibited about four or five different breakdowns. he would finally book tickets to the symphony. we would finally spend a weekend in the mountains, drinking wine and listening to audiobooks. we would finally go on some serious expedition somewhere - no longer than a week, but it was felt. and those things would be 500, 700, 9000 points.

(at the time, as you know, i hadn't realized yet that it was always things that pertained to his interests. we did not go to poetry slams, we went to long and weird contemporary music festivals. we did not go to my places or be with my people - it was his places, his people. as ashamed as i am to admit it now: when he did begrudgingly allow me to cart him to my things, it still somehow became a point in his favor. that i brough him to the beautiful, sacred place of Acadia National Park earned him the 500 points - for his patience. for his willingness. for his sanctimony.)

and then he would cash in on those points and do virtually nothing. meanwhile, i'd buy dinner or send a card or call first or send a loving text or bring him little gifts. and these were all small things. they were 100, 200 points. i'd do this stupid, feminine, evil little domestic labor: the socks off the floor or getting groceries or remembering to turn the lights off or putting the seat down or whatever. the small "oopsie" partner things that you are supposed to accept. and those were all valued very low, as if i was in some kind of emotional arcade game. they'd be 5, 10, sometimes (in particularly rough moments) up to 50 points, if i was very generous with my cleaning and/or emotional supporting and/or romantic effort.

but the whole time, like clockwork, he'd call in on the points. remember when we went to new hampshire? or babe i just planned a date for you last month. on one very sweet moment, i remember him saying, without irony - why would i plan your birthday. i got you what you wanted for christmas. i am born in july, on the first. it had been 7 entire months. i had sent him the gift i had wanted - on reflection, had i not wanted him to "claim points" on something he hadn't put effort into? or was i just scared i'd be confronted with that same knowledge we've all had when opening a lackluster, terrible gift - this is fucking nothing. he claimed the points anyway, and i let him.

i don't know why i allowed it. i'm a feminist. i was already actively writing about emotional labor, all of that. but when you are raised in a house that loves anger, your whole body becomes an echo. you can't hear your own pain over the ache of your history. maybe it's just that it did feel - through catholic guilt or though my past or through my own passive and stupid fawning nature - like it made sense. yes, he did take me on a date last month! so what if he said i looked like a sausage in that dress (fully knowing of my eating disorder)? he had taken me on the date, which was kind of him.

i keep remembering how confused he was each time, holding up these little points in front of me. other men do it too sometimes - the men who assume they've earned enough "friendship" points to fuck me - but he was just so earnest about it. he didn't need to support me or hold me or be kind to me - he had already been kind, at one point, and now that job was over.

and i would stand in that little arcade of our lives and see my own score, bright and blazing above me. millions of points ahead of him, somehow, just because i was constantly trying. and i'd try to point it out to him and i would feel sort of dumb and obvious doing it. who can say i do your laundry is equivalent to we went to disney. but there it was, and there we were: him asking to win the biggest prize. the bright green monkey. and me, begging him - i just need you to show up for me consistently.

[dricacchi]

john and yellow: "men suffer in silence" then why am i always hearing about it

[ladydisharmony]

the sicky

[fernsnailz]

what the fuck is this thing

[lilianade-comics]

Thinking about how Dani's episode is called Kindred Spirits, which implies that her unique narrative role is to mirror Danny and act as a foil to him, and then the episode is like "Here's some ✨superficial similarities✨. She is now going to leave the plot entirely and be 💖homeless💖"

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[sofiaruelle]

*Snorts*

I just wanted to draw Anya in the shirt. Curly just happened as a trauma response /lh. Jkjkjkjk his babygurlification pre-crash is healing.

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[gammija]

tiefling jon's first day at the Archives

[relativefict1on]

love song valentines 💌

[lukazade]

They can try to stop me if they want, but no way dude I am a bats4supers believer forever

[screwpinecaprice]

I already really like these two, but after The Return of The Pumpkin Rabbit, I have been smitten. (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*♡

[artsangell]

YUCK!

"Yuck, now you got me blushin'

Cheeks so red when the blood starts rushing

Yuck, that boy's so mushy

Sending me flowers, I'm just tryna get lucky"

(Loosely inspired by yuck, by Charli xcx)

Includes: Friends w benefits, smut(mdni), fluff, pining,idiots in love, hint of angst, slight Dom Art if you squint.

You're not exactly sure how it all even started. The routine you guys set up feels so natural, it's almost as if you guys were always meant be attatched to one another. To make the other person feel wanted and needed. Art is lying next to you right now, fast asleep with his blond curls mashed up against his pillow. You watch him for a bit, I mean it's so fucking hard not to, he's just so pretty. You're both naked. Though he's entirely stolen the cover from you in his sleep (not that you mind much). You watch his chest rise and fall for a few more moments before you decide to get up.

You get dressed and clean your face up a bit, when you return to the room Art’s has an arm over his eyes. He grumbles at the light surrounding the room, shifting for a moment before he removes his arm from his eyes. Pretty blue eyes watching you he says,

“ you sure you don't wanna stay the night? My bed has enough room. Promise.” It’s a struggle not to laugh at how groggy he sounds, it's also a struggle when you think about how you wish you could hear it every morning. the look he's giving you makes something inside you stir. It makes the idea of laying back in bed with him incredibly tempting.

“Yeah? I'm not sure about all that Art.” A laugh escapes you as you speak. “You have a twin. you barely even fit in your bed.” A chuckle that makes your chest ache leaves him, he sighs and looks at you like you're something special. like you're made of gold.

“You sure you don't want me to walk you back to your dorm? It's getting kinda late.” That puts a smile on your face, you lean forward to pat his cheek in mock affection. He melts into your touch, your hand stays there as you speak to him.

“I'm a big girl, but thanks. sleep tight Arthur.” A giggle, a high sound that makes you cringe leaves you at the look on his face.

An annoyed groan leaves him, “nevermind leave. You're evil.” The way he says it is unconvincing, it makes you feel fuzzy all over.

“Oh wow you weren't joking”

“Shut up.” you grumble.

Mostly annoyed, but a bit embarrassed.

You had invited Art over to your dorm so he could help you study, but it feels like all the information is going in one ear and out the other.

“Sorry, it's just you're like the smartest person I know. How am I of all people doing better than you.”

A frown etches on your face, college has been a bit hard on you. There's so much to do and rarely enough time, and when you do have time you just can't seem to focus. It feels like everyone knows how to manage everything, but you just can't seem to grasp how to even do slightly better than average. You know it's not true. You know college is tough at first for everyone and blah blah blah, But it's hard to feel like everyone goes through what you're going through, when you're adjusting to it worse than any of your friends are.

It feels as if Art can read your mind or something. You almost immediately see a crease between his brows, a look he gives you when he feels bad for you. When he wants to make it all better.You hate how it makes you chest ache. “How about we make this into a game?” His voice is soft in a way that makes your insides twist.

“A game?” You tilt your head to the side in confusion, trying to figure out what exactly he's up to.

“Yeah, like if you get this next question right-” at that he slides a hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb on the expanse of your upper thigh. “I’ll help you out. Would you be okay with that?” He looks into your eyes as he asks, you can't help but stare at the bit of brown he has in the left one. So pretty. You blink and you know you've been caught when you see a hint of a lopsided grin on his face.

“Yeah- yeah, I'd be okay with that.” you hate how shaky your voice is, it's not like you at all, but he just has a quality that brings it out of you.

“Good.”Art gives you a soft smile and lightly pats your thigh and it makes you want to scream.

“Ok. So what's the difference between descriptive and inferential statistics?” A frown appears on your face, you can't remember the answer.

“Um.. I don't know?” Art pinches your thigh at that, not hard enough to hurt but to correct you. It makes you let out a Soft gasp, you can't help but be a little turned on by it.(he doesn't need to know that.)

“That's not an answer. You know this come on, stop second guessing yourself. This is a really easy question you're overthinking.”

You take a breath in and try to think about what you've gone over , “descriptive gives a summary of the dataset and inferential is based on making predictions from a random sample.”

Art grins at you and shakes your shoulders playfully. “Good job! You got it right!” You can't help the laugh that escapes you, he grabs your face and plants kisses All over it. The attention only making you laugh more. “Knew. you. could. do. it.” Each word punctuated by a kiss, this time on your lips.

“Thought you were gonna reward me” it's basically a whine, you run a hand through his hair like it’ll get him to touch you faster, it will.

“Patience.” he laughs and slides to his knees beside you, clearly not being very patient himself. Art turns you in your swivel chair in his direction, he slowly glides his hands from your thighs to your hips. Quickly the blond before you glides your shorts and panties down. with the help of you lifting your hips for him. Slow kisses are pressed against your thighs, he's holding your upper thigh so you can stay still for him. Art makes sure to take extra time kissing the inside of your thighs, knowing it'll be torture for you. He peppers kisses there until you start to squirm. Finally he licks a stripe along your slit, he moans into you. Like he gets off on the taste alone.

“Taste so fucking good” the vibration of his words compels you to put your hand on top of his head, he immeaditly takes your hand off the top of his head to link his fingers with yours. A few more damn near torturous licks and you can't take it anymore. you need more so you tell him so, just like he taught you to.

“Art, please. Go faster.” You're out of breath, it's clear you can barely get those words out.

Art looks up at you and grins, pulling away from your cunt to do so. “Aww she does have manners, who would've thought.” It's like a switch flips when he touches you,he can't help but tease you a bit. Before you can rebuttal he dives back into you, sucking your clit with dedication to make you cum all over him. Its like he fucking craves it, well you can tell he does by the bulge in his jeans.

You cry out at the sensation. “Fuck- thank you, thank you, thank you.” Art squeezes your hand, he continues sloppily fucking you with his tounge. Your hips are already shaking, everything combined with the way he messily kisses your cunt makes you buck your hips into his face. Moans from the both of are filling the air.

Art’s tongue is merciless and all you can do is moan and whine and take what he gives to you.

“Shit, Art. I'm close please” you sound so whiny, in a way that would embarrass you if were in your right mind.

Wordlessly art sucks your clit with vigor, he gives your hand another squeeze, as if to calm you. You start to spasm around his tongue, body tense, legs shaking.

“Fuck.” you're breath hitches as you cum all over his face, letting out one last loud moan.

Art sits up on his knees to kiss you, you can taste yourself on him.

“You're so perfect.”

those words make you feel things you don’t that you should be, they make you think about how he'd never want to be with you outside of just sex. Its purely biological, he can't fully mean it when he says shit like that.

You pull away from him, his eyes are half lidded and his mouth slightly agape. You Standup abruptly. His eyes follow you in confusion, he's not quite sure what just happend.

“I’m sorry you should probably leave, thanks for… this.” You chew the inside of your lip.

Your words are awkward as they escape you, he knows you're clearly upset by something.

Art gets a furrow between his brows again and you can't help but want to kiss it away.

“You okay? I didn't do anything wrong did I?”

You quickly shake your head, “no, that was perfect. this was perfect,I just need to go do something.” Clearly lying through your teeth but he doesn't push any further.

Wide concerned eyes stare up at you, Art stands from his position on his knees using the arms of the seat as leverage. He’s in front of you now, giving your shoulder a squeeze as he leaves the room with a soft ‘goodbye’.

Suddenly, you don't think you can handle it. Pretending that having sex with him doesn't change how you feel about him in any way. When it does,

you wish things could go back the way that they were before.