#[ 🍒 ] — my works

[bnuuys]

le temps des fleurs 🌷

#enstars #shu itsuki #🍒 draws #hehe shu brainrot goes brrr #had to get these all out of my system b4 work fucking kills me this week AHHH >:( !!!!!!!!!!! stwessy wessy #sososo obsessed w these fits tho IM SOOOO NORMAL #edit: oh my god . dont look at his eyebrows #i forgot to fix that part of his face fuckfuckfukc

[heartchoi]

[12:56pm] — c.bg

pairing: bf!beomgyu x gn!reader

wc: 430

synopsis: ceramic painting with your boyfriend ♡

"beomgyu..." you call softly. beomgyu's head quirks up, humming in response. yes, love? his hands are busy making quick paint strokes, but his eyes turn to focus on you.

"what are you making?" you ask, peering your head over your own handiwork to look at his.

defensively, beomgyu shields his work with his entire body. the bowl that was just barely the size of his face now covered with his chest hovering above it, both hands closing the sides around the bowl. he glares at you with a playful glint in his eyes, a slightly exaggerated pout on his lips.

beomgyu shakes his head, "nuh-uh. it's not done yet." he says, sternly. a smile etches itself on to your lips at the sight: a 5'11 man guarding a ceramic bowl, having to lift himself from his chair in order to wrap his limbs around it. paint brushes of varying sizes are strewn over the table.

you whine, “come onnnn, just a peek. i’ll let you see mine.” beomgyu ponders your words for a moment, even tapping his chin with his finger in thought. “hmmm, you need to do more than that to see my awesome, jaw-dropping, stunning piece of art. it would be placed in the louvre if it could.”

you bite back a laugh.

"fine, i bet it’s not even that good.” you say, sticking your tongue out at him.

beomgyu gasps, settling back down. his arms continue to cradle his work, almost as if it were his newborn child. “how could you say that to the love of your life? your man? and look- look at yours! what is that? a flower? tch, doesn’t look good at all.”

"actually, it's a spoon. and how can you judge mine when i haven't even seen yours?" you shot back, a corner of your lip turning upwards.

beomgyu splutters a bit, his mind racing to find a comeback.

just when he's ready to fire back, you silence him — pressing your lips onto his lightly. you don’t dare to fully encase his lips with your own, opting to give him feathery pecks, treating him like he was fragile glass.

that quiets him down immediately, and leaves him chasing your lips for more when you pull away.

“hey. i want more than a peck!” he whines, lips jutted out to make a kissy face. you giggle, “okay, just under one condition.”

“what is it?” he asks, desperation hinting his voice.

“can i please see what you painted?”

“…fine. you win.” beomgyu sighs, his arms untangling themselves to reveal his work to you.

#txt fluff #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #txt imagines #beomgyu imagines #🍒.beomgyu #…not my best work i will admit

[chrollohearttags]

remember dear writers,

your writing is a privilege, not a right. It is shared with others and not for them.

write what makes you happy + not what everybody else claims they want because their minds change like the wind. That fic is still just as perfect with or without smut and thousands of notes.

people’s reading comprehension or lack thereof is not your problem. If they can’t understand your art, it’s not for them, period. Don’t let it discourage you. You are also not responsible for anyone else’s perception of your work.

POST YOUR WORK! Stop being scared and share that shit because the right audience will find you.

you are not a content machine. If these ‘readers’ can’t be vexed to care about your well-being and wanna unfollow bc you’re not pumping out fics everyday, FUCK EM. and I mean that wholeheartedly.

lastly, you are in competition with nobody. This is for fun and nothing else. Find your tribe, enjoy your fandom/fixation and leave the other shit to the birds. This is not high school, this is not Mean Girls + we’re all adults (I hope). We’re all a bunch of weirdos simping for drawings.

#a lil PSA #cherry chats 🍒 #writing rant #writing ramblings #writing rambles #cause I’m tired of seeing my favs leave #and so many good writers not want to write anymore #this isn’t fucking tiktok #and this app has just been on bullshit the past few days idgi #ppl work hard on their stuff and the only thing y’all can comment is ‘p2 🤪’ #imagine how tired we are #exactly why I’m not moving my stuff back to WattPad #stop asking

[shellxrls]

peter parker falls in love with something new every day. you liked to say he was born with more love in his body than he could truly handle. he would go off in the morning the minute an alert came through on his phone, and return in the depths of the night - a little piece of his heart extended to the tabby cat he saved from a tree, its fur still clinging to his suit, or the old lady he helped cross the street, F.R.I.D.A.Y alerting him that she had successfully made it to her apartment. whoever or whatever it was, you knew your boyfriend could never, ever stop himself from loving. sometimes the thought made you jealous, welling up from a buried orifice of your brain and telling you that maybe you're not enough, maybe he needs more, more that you weren't equipped to provide. but then he's get into bed with you and wraps his hands around yours because he knows your fingers run cold in the night; and he'll text you 'good morning!' with some stupid new emoji combination he thought was funny if he can't be home when you wake up; and he'll tell you, every single opportunity of every day, how much he loves you. so yes, peter parker does fall in love with something new every day, but whats important is that he chooses you every day, over and over again.

#peter parker #[🍒 - my works] #[📘] - angst #[📗] - fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x you #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader fluff #spiderman fluff #hurt/comfort

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

💧♤𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑮𝒐♤💧

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠] 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐲

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞! 🩷

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 [𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭!

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐯!

Nancy's trek home was a familiar one. She had remembered every little trail, path, she could tell you the order of each house and who lived there in her sleep. Town was far from her home, living on the outskirts in the more rural, less populated wooded side of Castle Rock. You could say it fit her family and their lifestyle.

But the silence of her walk back to the Sullivan residence was immediately disturbed by a sound that just screamed trouble, causing her to come to a halt and swiftly spin around to see the cruising car off in the distance, growing closer with its increasing speed, the haze of dust like pillars of smoke behind it while it blazed down the dirt road. It would almost be a comical sight with how many boys seems to be nearly pouring out of the top-less car, all shouting and hollering loud enough it almost tuned out the blaring music from the cars radio that grew louder as it neared.

"Oh great." She breathed out, not sure if she was more nervous or annoyed. She was feeling a little foolish that she spent so long just standing there and watching rather than swiftly turning back and all but running home, yet here she was. hoping that they wouldn't have taken notice of her yet.

"Hey, fellas, look who it is! Miss Crybaby herself!"

"Hey there, Nancy!"

"Where you off to, sweetheart?""

She already felt that dread the second she heard her name being shouted, the car screeching to a halt up close to her side as that group of Ace's known as the Cobras began calling out to her from the car, Ace himself in the driver's seat with that smirk on his face you'd wish you could just slap rather cigarette from his lips. One was even holding a baseball bat from their hunt for poor house's mailboxes, now dented in as some sort of summer day entertainment.

"You're not goin' far, I'm sure me and the boys wouldn't mind givin' you a ride." The Cobra she knew by the nickname Eyeball commented, leaning over the passenger side door so far you'd think any false move and he'd fall right out, but he had that Cheshire grin, nudging one of his pals at his side. "Ain't that right, boys?"

"Hop in Nancy, you know you want to." Billy snickered. "Me and the boys could use a little lady's company."

She continues to try and her best and ignore them, eyes trained in front of her on her path as her lips are sealed shut- forming into a tight frown, hugging her books firmly to her chest, her grip almost tightening with each catcall and holler toward her.

But it seems Ace isn't letting her get away that easy, simply hitting the gas peddle and speeding back up to her side, slowing down his speed at her side to match her steps. He leers at her, cerulean eyes looking her up and down as if he was sizing her up, befire looking back to the road ahead. "Just get in the car, Nancy." He says - no, demands, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his lips.

"I'm not in the mood for games today, Ace." She says, quiet and barely heard over the other voices from the Cobras. She stays firm on her word. Finally glancing toward them, her big brown eyes look them over for a second warily. "Or to be a source of entertainment." She adds with a small furrow in her brows.

"Hey now, trynna make me look bad in front of the boys?" He seems to tease, his smirk having a wave effect as the Cobras mimicked it with snickers. "Get in the car. We'll even take you to the soda store and get you something sweet so you ain't complainin' the whole drive to town."

"I'm not goin' anywhere with you." She immediately defends, turning to face the car full of boys, stomping her foot out of frustration. She's speaking to all of them, but it seems slightly aimed towards Ace more than anything. "I've got more important things today than for you to chase me around for some - some necking." She huffs, a pout falling on her bottom lip. "So if you'll excuse me. I'll be headed home now." She turns on her heel again, not daring to look at them anymore the longer they decide to stick around and annoy her.

The mood soured the minute she had verbally turned them down, Ace's eyes narrowed, and his smirk curled into a sneer as he immediately hit the brakes on the car. He leans over Eyeball and another Cobra slightly in the passenger seat, throwing his arm out to make them lean back enough he could see her on the other side of them, still standing outside of the car, walking.

"You're actin' like you have a say in the matter." He comments, which causes her to pause in her steps, turning back just enough to give him an almost offended expression. "Now you can either get in this car without another word out your trap, or I'll drag you in kickin' and cryin' the whole damn way." He raises a brow as if waiting for her to test him, slowly taking his cigarette from his lips and exhaling the gray haze of smoke in her direction. "Your choice."

Her pout quickly contorts into a look of disbelief and anger, that rosy shade her festering in her cheeks, unable to hide the embarrassment imminent on her pale features. She seems to hesitate for those intense few seconds, all eyes on her awaiting with bated breath. The only sound was the rustling grass in the summer breeze and the engine of Ace's car.

"Have a good day, Ace. Goodbye." She stammers out, keeping up the little confidence she had in her pocket as best she could, rearranging the books in her arms she almost forgot were slipping in her loosening hold, and continued her march home.

The Cobras took a second to look at one another with a collective thought - and Ace didn't like that. She's stubborn, and it pisses him off. The grip on his steering wheel seemed to tighten as he watched Nancy through squinted eyes. The tight frown on his lips seemed more like a snarl as he put his cigarette back into his mouth.

"Fine." He spits under his breath but speaks louder with his next statement. "Why waste all that time on a girl with her ditzy head under her old man's boot anyway, huh Nance?" His voice is laced with sarcasm as he taunts after her, only increasing his growing ego as Eyeball gives him a small encouraging nudge with a snicker.

The second her father is mentioned, Nancy immediately halts and turns around again, getting a rise from the teenage boys as that all knowing sense of trouble brewing fills the air with a tension thick enough you could cut right through it. Her brows knitted together in anger. She immediately begins to march over to the side of the car, pointing at him accusingly.

"You leave my daddy out of this Ace Merrill." She says, that stammer in her voice that was either going to end in tears or anger - perhaps both. She knew damn well her fathers dislike for Ace- the boy himself knew that just as much- so much so it seemed her very own father would rather find her dead in a ditch than spending her time with the Cobras. She didn't know if it was for the sake of his pride or her protection, but she wasn't going to have a word of insult thrown toward him in her presence.

"Come on, Nancy, you're dad's got you in a fuckin' coddle!" Ace almost looks ready to jump over Eyeball and Billy, shifting in his seat slightly and harshly ramming his car into park. "He makes you dress like a prissy toddler in Church and has you home by eight. It's pitiful to keep witnessing. What kind of father does that?"

"The kind of father who's doing his best to protect me from boys like you!" She blurts out, her voice much louder than she wanted - and much louder than something you'd ever hear from a shy girl her. She quickly shuts her mouth, almost slapping her hand directly over her lips as regret seems to wash over her.

Ace leans back into his seat, not saying a word while he cocks his head back. Now the silence was deafening, no one even made a move other than an awkward shift or cleaning of their throat. Ace felt challenged. And he hated that.

He hated it.

Nancy casts her gaze down to her shoes, almost ashamed. The words she nearly shouted still felt bitter on the tip of her tongue. The worst part was that she meant it. It was true. She plays with the little gold heart locket around her neck nervously, a habit she seemed to have picked up as a sort of comfort to combat the still festering of their argument lingering in the summer afternoon air.

She doesn't even have time to react to the sound of a car door slamming and marching footsteps before Ace grabs her harshly - ripping her hands away from the very thing he'd given her. She let's out a small gasp as he pulled her close to him, stumbling into his chest while swiftly turning her head away to try and keep herself away from the burning end of his cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs and making her eyes sting.

"Let me go, Ace." She demands, her voice trembling as she keeps her eyes trained away from him, her throat was becoming tight, and her vision went blurry, now unsure.if it was from the smoke of her overwhelming feelings beginning to bubble over.

"What's the matter, Nancy?" He remarks sarcastically, his grip on her wrist and arm firm as she continued to try and squirm her way out of his arms. "Losing your big girl voice already?"

She can almost feel him speaking with how close he was, the warmth from the end of his cigarette a little too close for comfort against her rosy cheek. "Just let me go." She says, and all that demand in her voice fails her, only ending in desperate please as her face scrunched up with a small sob.

"Oh knock it off with the croodile tears." He growls into her hair, keeping both her wrists held in one hand while he brings his other and grabs her curls, not hard enough he'd hurt her, but firm enough to turn her head so she was finally looking at him. "You like Bad Boys, don't you?" He asks her, his face a breath away from her own.

"Get off of me." She struggles against him for a second, trying to rip his hands from her, but his hold is so tight it hurts, speaking into her brown curls. She can feel tears threatening to fall as she finally looks up to him, almost pleading.

"It's why you got this pretty little thing around your neck anyway, ain't it? Got my heart with you wherever you go?" He spits like venom as he snatches the locket around her neck, tugging on it enough to make her fear it would snap with any further movement. "Want me to just take it back?"

The other Cobras have started to encourage the display, howling and whistling from the car as if it was a source of entertainment. Nancy's humilation and ever growing panic only made them cackle and leer like devils in disguise. "Careful, Ace," Eyeball calls out, leaning over the hood of the car. "I think she's about to start cryin'!"

"Ace, please, I don't want to do this right now." She argues, her lower lip quivering and breathing shakey, her lashes wet with tears as she fought so hard to keep them from falling. "I don't want to talk about it.."

Ace ignores her, brows furrowing as he lets go of her hands and grabs her face, squishing her cheeks enough her lips pursed. He hums as if examining her, pulling in close no matter her on going pushes and hits to his chest. "I think you're right, Eyeball." He says with mock concern, a fake pout forming on his lips. "Gonna cry, Nancy?" The pout quickly turns into something cruel. A grin pulling at his lips as he all but spits his cigarette out onto the dirt road, keeping her head turned right toward him as he chuckles.

"Would a kiss make it all better?"

He doesn't even wait for a reply as he starts to lean in, dipping his head to her all while she still struggles in his arms.

Just before Ace's lips could meet Nancy's- the roaring engine of a car pulls their attention- a familiar red Ford truck quickly pulling up to the opposite side of the road. One of the four bodies jumps out of the drivers, quickly marching over to where Ace and Nancy stood, standing just a bit of a distance away.

"You better get your hands off my sister before I knock your teeth in, Ace." Nancy's older brother, Bradley warned, eyes narrowed.

Ace immediately glares at Bradely, his hands dropping to Nancy's shoulders as he almost fights an eyeroll as if her brother was a nuisance in his way while the Cobras snickered. The three other Sullivan brothers had resided to sitting in the back bed of the truck, but each of them looked itching to step in whenever needed. Of looks could kill, Ace would have dropped dead four times by now.

"Come on, Bradley were just havin' a little fun, aren't we Nance?" Ace replies, his tone sickly sweet as he continues to sheild Nancy from Bradley. "She's a big girl, she can handle her own business."

The toothpick in the corner of Bradley's mouth nearly snaps as he sneers at Ace - the three other brothers sitting in the back of the truck looking on with anticipation.

"It becomes my business when I see Fuckers like you making her cry." He states, taking another step toward him, his eyes leaving Ace to Nancy, watching the way she seemed to hide herself against Ace- as if she was ashamed to be seen like that in front of her brothers, a small sob leaving her.

Ace almost laughs as he cranes his head to the side to look at Bradley, eyeing him up at down for a secondnwith a scoff. "Can't believe you got yourself a sweetheart when you don't know a girl's playin' hard to get, huh Nancy?"

She doesn't answer Ace, her eyes still casted down to the ground, tears straining her rosy cheeks. Her hands were on his chest, gripping his shirt slightly as if it was some silent plead to let her go- but something about it also felt like she was warning him not to take this too far and to start something. She didn't want either sides to get hurt or in trouble.

Pitiful. She looked pitiful. And it made something in Ace hurt, something.ache in his heart that made his hold on her shoulders falter enough it made Nancy looked back up at him rather confused, aiming those desperate glassy eyes right up at him. His jaw tenses a bit, and he visibly swallows, something in his eyes akin to sympathy, but she can't reat it for long before he rolls them as if annoyed.

"Shit." He mutters under his breath, his hands dropping to his sides as he looks to the side, turning away from her for a second.

The second Ace let's her go Nancy rushes to Bradley, running into his arms as he hugs her to his side with one arm, his face softening as she hides her face into his chest and cries. "Damn it, Nancy..." He mumbles, sounding almost disappointed as he shoves her toward their brothers, watching her stumble toward the truck. "Told you to hurry home in the first place."

He then looks back up to Ace and the Cobras, a fierce fire of nothing but pure hatred in his vibrant blue eyes, pointing at him with a glare. "This is your final warning, Merrill. The next time I see you with her, I'm leaving you on the side of the street for roadkill." He threatened.

Ace scowls, arms folded over his chest. He could have said something, he could- and probably would do everything in his power to get Bradley do mad he could commit murder right there, but he didn't. For once, Ace kept his mouth shut. He couldn't stop thinking about that look his girl gave him. Like she hated him. She was scared of him.

His lip just curls back a bit as he eyes up Bradley one final time, fists cleching and unclenching, then stalks over to his car without much of a word, not even saying a thing even as the Cobras whisper and pester him l what his deal was. He just swats them away and shoots a 'shut the fuck up' scowl and gets into his car, slamming the door hard enough it made them wince at the sound.

"You ain't little kids no more." Bradley calls out again, stopping and turning to look at Ace before he opens the door to his truck. "You can't just pull her hair, say sorry, and expect her to come running into your arms like a lovesick puppy. She isn't seven - and neither are you." And with that, he climbs in, tossing his work jacket over Nancy who sat in the passengers seat, making a move to touch her shoulder but she merely curls into herself, keeping her focus outside the truck window.

Ace watches her the whole way, he couldn't find himself unable to look away, that weird faint aching in his chest lingered as he seemed to grip and knead his fingers into his steering wheel without making any other move. The Cobras nit daring to have a say in it either as they watched the red truck slowly drive off farther and father away in the opposite direction of them, slowly disappearing into the distance and kicked up dirt.

He almost seems to be thinking, his eyes trained forward and his lips twitch and shift while he bites at the inside of his cheek, jaw so tight you could see a vein strain in his neck.

"Ay, man," Eyeball nudges Ace's shoulder with his own. "Her brothers just a buzzkill, you of all people should know that -"

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" Ace says, his voice sounding so monotone you could barely register it as a question. "She's never given me..." He stops after a second as he glances toward the guys, watching them look away in an awkward sense. He just sighs.

"Let's get out if this fucking place." He mutters under his breath before anyone could have the balls to speak up. The engine of hid car roaring to life before he starts driving down the opposite way where the red truck disappeared in the distance.

#IM SORRY IF IT FEELS RUSHED #This doesn't feel like my best work 😭😭 #IVE JUST BEEN SO DRY GIVING YALL CONTENT #🍒daily dose of cherry🍒 #🎀CobraBaby🎀 #ace merrill #stand by me nancy sullivan #stand by me ace #stand by me #stand by me 1986 #kiefer sutherland #kieferposting #selfship #selfshipping #selfshipping community #angst

[sapphicherri]

unpopular opinion: i love studying !! just sat down and read + wrote notes for 3 hours straight i feel PHENOMENAL

#🍒 chats #sitting in a cafe for a whole day and doing all my work #is my ideal friday i swear

[cherrykamado]

A PROMISE. — hashira tanjiro kamado.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 tanjiro's heart, wounded for life with the massacre of his family, won't be able to endure another loss. his little sister, nezuko, is losing herself day by day, making the desperation and an overwhelming sensation of hopelessness —that he tries so hard to brush away— arise. while he's serving in the demon slayer corps as the sun hashira, a particular encounter takes place and, with it, the remote possibility to change it all.

➤ ㅤㅤWARNINGS :ㅤaged up characters. hashira tanjiro, demon reader. violence. blood. murder. death. manipulation. corruption (?). smut. mental health aspects mentioned/described. more will be added on the go.

➤ ㅤㅤNOTICE : ㅤㅤminors, ageless & empty blogs do not interact. your age must be in your bio or somewhere accessible. you must be 18 or over to interact with me or my works. please mind the warnings and proceed at your own risk.

➤ ㅤㅤPLAYLIST :ㅤ"there's a hole in my soul that's been killing me forever."

reblogs & boosts are always welcome and appreciated!

ㅤ『ㅤ𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱ㅤ』

PART 01

PART 02

PART 03

PART 04

PART 05

PART 06

PART 07

PART 08

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JCTARO © 2023. — all rights reserved. do not repost or recommend on any platform. plagiarism will not be tolerated.

#🍒 — works #kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjiro kamado x y/n #kamado tanjiro x y/n #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #yandere tanjiro #tanjiro x reader #kny tanjiro x reader #kny tanjiro kamado x y/n #tanjirou x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #kamado tanjirou x reader #tanjirou kamado x y/n #kamado tanjirou x you #tanjirou kamado x you #kamado tanjirou x y/n #manipulation tw #death tw #murder tw #blood tw #violence tw #my tanji.♥ #loml.💍❣️ #HEHE WILL BE POSTIN THE FIRST PART IN NO TIME !! #but have this — had so much fun formatting and writing today <33

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

happy halloween! have you ever wondered "i wish the war in pacman and the ghostly adventures had more relevance , impact and consequences" . i have . so i made an au where everything goes wrong because of it :Dc

meet my personal magnum opus, The Betrayal AU, which i am now working on with two of my best friends, @s0pmoch1/destinestuff and @oswaldddavis (the latter of whom actually drew the betrayus for this AU in this art post! (he's the unhinged lookin one)) I'll slowwwwwly be revealing the lore and world building we've done across future posts, but to tl;dr : this au branches off of my headcanon that sunny and betrayus were friends, and during the war he basically forces her to work with him , thus leading to her being executed and winding up as a ghost in the nether . it's basically a role-swap "what if" scenario (hence the art of her and Buttler. he's actually alive here!!! what!!) there's no "parents abducted by aliens plot" here, but if you like plots about innocent people being punished for shit they didnt do (lookin at you botbots mutuals/oomfies) , you'll like this :3

#pacman and the ghostly adventures tag ! 🟡🍒 #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pmatga #betrayal au #pmatga au #sunny #zac #betrayus #i will put a heads up here. this au gets pretty fucked at times. not truly graphic or egregious i would NEVER go into that territory #but it IS pacworld war centric and does go into the execution of the ghosts ‚ corrupt power and generational trauma. all that stuff #not to mention betrayus basically kidnaps people to coearse them to work with him (this happened to sunny too) #annndd there might be blood / mentions of pretty nasty injuries. pretty standard stuff but i figured i'd say it #just. view the stuff i and my friends make 4 this au with discretion ok? ok. stay safe!!!!

[polarisjisung]

considering we're reaching on nearly a month since the last cherry flavoured update here's an update:

first things first, I will finish the smau BUT I'm gonna be so real with you guys, I don't enjoy writing it anymore, the plot is messy and not well planned out and I really rushed into things with it, it could be better in so many ways

I'm gonna put the updates on hold for a while, I have finals coming up and some overseas board exams which are pretty important and I want writing to be something I enjoy and even if I don't like the smau, I don't wanna put out any updates that aren't at least a little well planned

so I'm just gonna stick to written work until probably around the summer (lwk considering opening my reqs/ writing longer fics)

that being said I'm indecisive asf so maybe one day I'll change my mind 😭 (sorry)

#cherry flavoured 🍒 #hua's (potential) works in progress 🌸! #IM SORRY IM SO PAINFULLY INCOSISTENT BUT THE RANDOMEST HURDLES BE COMING MY WAY 😭😭😭😭

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Was talking with my gf last night about PPG ship stuff and realized I've made my self insert a programmer and coder... in a series that takes place within the turn of the century... bro Y2K gonna fucking kill her 😭😭😭

#i had to explain this to my gf so i wouldnt be surprised if a lot of other ppl dont know this. so listen up #at the turn of the century people were justifiably freaking out because many MANY computer programs #were not designed to roll into the year 2000 and beyond. which would destroy decades of data and make so many programs obsolete suddenly #so it took many programmers working long hours to re-code all of this software and make sure it would still WORK #but here's the thing!! they were successful but when nothing DID end up happening everyone was like “oh haha we were worried for nothing!' #BUT THATS NOT TRUE. NOTHING ENDED UP HAPPENING BECAUSE IT TOOK THE HARD WORK OF THOUSANDS #AROUND THE CLOCK TO MAKE SURE THAT CATASTROPHE DIDNT OCCUR!!! WE OWE THEM EVERYTHING #grndjxhr sorry anyway. by making my s/i a coder i realize i have given them this exact issue to deal with 😂 #ruby rambles #🍒🧬: emotional processing lag #💜: loving you's a felony

[yatiso]

i got an art tablet for xmas ^.^ theydies i am about to be up on my grind again

#🍒 #i used to have one for yrssss and it still works ! my macbook just doesnt wana run it ! #but even in my yrs of nonpractice i still feel more comfy with it than painting rn... #but i can digidraw them first ! and then paint ! its a win win ! #i need a photoshop bootleg.... or rlly i have one on a like 2014 hard drive i just gotta figure out bootcamp #but.... my step dad got it for me... and the first Real tablet i had was a gift from him and my mom...... somehow it ends up so full circle #always.

[riosnecktattoo]

🍒🌳 WIP Wednesday 🌳🍒

“Well, shit,” Rio beams. “That was easy.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Sure.”

“I—just—shut up.” Beth shakes her head, makes a half-hearted attempt to wave it off, to claw back some of her control, but Rio’s eyes roam her face, deep in thought as he wets his lips slowly and any composure she was clinging to melts away.

“You always do this,” he accuses. That edge of irritation creeping back in as he glances down at her cleavage, the extra inches she exposed by undoing that button in front of him earlier.

“Do what?”

“Get all pissed at me when I win.”

“Well if you weren’t so arrogant about it—” Beth bites out. Because he really did tick her off with his gloating.

“Right okay,” Rio nods, mocking her. Jutting his bottom lip out like she’s one to talk.

“And I am not watching you.”

“You know what you’re doin’, Elizabeth.” Rio backs away when he says that, paces a little in the cramped space of the bathroom like a caged animal. Eyes wide and accusatory as he looks pointedly at her dress, her neck, her messily tied up hair and she really has no idea what he’s talking about.

“I’m not doing anything to you!” Beth scowls, stamping her foot in frustration.

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, is what you do.”

Beth lifts her chin, holds his gaze defiantly. “Well then maybe you should go back out to Vanessa since I annoy you so much.” She tries to sound detached, but her voice is thick. Her chest heaving a little.

Rio’s jaw rocks to the side as he stares at her. Breathing as uneven as hers. “I’ll do that,” he says.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

He doesn’t move to go. Neither of them do. And the longer they stare at each other the quicker her pulse gets. Her solid grip on the counter the only thing keeping her grounded.

For a split second Rio makes a tiny move to turn, to leave, before he springs back to face her, still all fired up. “This is the same exact shit you pulled with that beer pong game by the way.”

Beth just laughs at how bizarre he’s being as Rio steps back close. So close. Almost chest to chest, towering over her. “You need to get over it.”

“How ‘bout you quit playing dirty wit’ me,” he purrs. Eyes heavy-lidded.

“I wasn’t cheating,” she says quietly.

Rio searches her face for a long, unbearably charged moment, the muscle in his jaw flexing before his fingers lift to touch her neck. He’s touching her. For the first time in weeks. And she’s so caught up in that feeling, the release of it, the heat flooding in a blush across her bare chest as his knuckles slide over her collarbone that she doesn’t realise what he’s doing until— 

“Then what’s this?”

She hadn’t noticed at all, had completely forgotten she still had it on, but she’s wearing his chain. And oh god, the pendant must have slipped out of her neckline in front of him when she leant over the pool table.

#wip wednesday #my fic #my writing #What Spring Does with the Cherry Trees #💜🍒🌳 #brio fic #nbc good girls #i promise im working hard at it lol #i really want to have a rough draft done by the end of the week fingers crossed #🫠🫠🫠 #as always very rough and unedited blah blah

[chrollohearttags]

lowkey makes me sad when people are scared to write bc they think their fics won’t get recognized bc the series/characters aren’t popular or bc they think their shit might end up in the wrong hands and somebody will make fun of them for it not being perfect. (I know how the girls get down on here). Reminder that popular characters/shows ≠ best or even a good writer. Hell, it’s some people who’s writing is only contingent upon what’s hot at the moment. Also, your first story is supposed to be bad!! Stop letting people tell you otherwise. You’re allowed to grow and mess up. You’re very much valid for wanting people to read/reblog. Nobody wants to create into a void (don’t let nobody gaslight you either). But don’t forget to write for joy and not to be liked.

#like y’all are talking about missing a fandom or characters when you can literally write it #just bc the internet’s attention span is 2 mins long means that something is dead djdjdhd #you think imma stop writing what I want cause y’all get a new flavor of the month? hell nah #cherry chats 🍒 #and when it came to my work from just a year ago #that shit was atrocious #we all gotta start somewhere baby #and it’s at our own pace #and if you think that fandom is dead or nobody will like it #I see fanarts and fics abt 16 different shows/fandoms everytime I scroll #so trust that there’s something out there for everybody

[sacredpit]

↳               @praeteritus-memories ,   continued from   here .     🍒

    to   no extent   had kakyoin expected that so significant a tenderness would bloom in his chest upon making giorno’s acquaintance ,   especially since he’d come to italy for work .   over a decade has passed since the momentous events of his egyptian escapade ,   &   in that time ,   he has learned more about his true self than ever had been previously apparent   ━━━━   become more of himself   than ever he had been before .   but one aspect of his being that has yet to fully emerge from its chrysalis is his reluctance to open himself up to others ;   many pensive hours has he sat beside his inner child in   healing silence ,   hoping to unravel ,   thread by thread ,   the tightly - wound shroud in which he’d enswathed himself for protection ,   as if hierophant’s tendrils had coiled ’round his too - soft body like an unbreakable cocoon .

perhaps that had been a necessary response to the   corroding heartache   of a childhood spent entirely alone .   yet ,   he has managed to make a home for himself on   the other side ,   now ,   &   the white - knuckled grip he’s maintained on the latch to free his heart from its cage doesn’t serve him so well anymore .   how ironic a tragedy that   letting go   is this difficult ,   but as a man that has survived   the unfathomable ,   kakyoin is not so inclined to think of it as a mountain he cannot summit .   even the slackening of one knuckle at a time is still progress .

even so ,   there was something he saw in giorno early on that rendered his heart’s   immaculate camouflage   futile ,   exposing the softness tucked beneath layers   &   layers of armor without so much as an honest effort .   perhaps he saw himself in giorno ,   &   perhaps that extended to him the ability to perceive the lonely child hiding at the core of the strong   &   straight - shouldered   force of nature   that brought an entire syndicate to its knees .   how could he behold that   &   allow himself to become another person that   abandons him ?? 

the embrace is as warm as the venetian summer ,   or maybe warmer still ,   &   the loving width of kakyoin’s smile encapsulates a disposition just the same as his arms anchor tightly around giorno’s smaller frame .   as much as he’s   dreaded   having to bid giorno farewell   (   distance can be so cruel ;   how   unfortunate   that the heart can leave pieces of itself all over the world   ) ,   moments like this are precious enough to quell the sinking feeling in his abdomen ,   leaving a comforting reminder that   not even eight thousand kilometers   can make strangers of them in its wake .  

“   i don’t just mean for practical things ,   ”   he says ,   straightening his back just enough to look at the boy in his arms ,   “   though that’s important ,   of course .   but for anything ,   even if you just need someone to talk to .   ”   a lavender gaze is devastatingly soft as it meets the blueish emeralds reflecting off of it in a deepening gradient ,   &   in the back of his mind ,   kakyoin curses the throb in his chest   &   the pressure building behind his eyes .   his husband would surely say he is being dramatic ,   &   maybe he is ,   but his ever - growing affinity for the golden - haired boy cannot be helped .

“   i know that you’re a busy young man ,   but if you just want to talk about your day ,   or tell me about any cute boys in your life ,   ”   his smile grows a little with that remark ,   the teasing glint to his eye twinkling like a sky full of stars ,   “   i’d be happy to listen .   ”   

the raising of a slender wrist   &   hierophant’s tugging back of a linen sleeve reveals the face of kakyoin’s watch ,   prompting a slight pout .   oh ,   fuck it .    sure ,   he’s eager to return home to his family   (   this is the longest he’s been away since jouta was born   ) ,   but giorno has become family ,   too .   “   say ,   giogio   ━━━━   it seems i don’t have to be at the airport for another few hours ,   ”   he says ,   ruby - hued lashes fanning out between scarred lids as his eyes become smiling crescents .   “   i think that gives us just enough time for one more adventure .   i still haven’t gotten to try amarena gelato ,   &   that’s just unfair .   ”

#praeteritusmemories #【 * 🍒 教皇 › ❛ 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘃 / vento aureo & stone ocean . 】 #【 * 🍒 教皇 › ❛ 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 / replies . 】 #i hope u didn't think i would read ur answer and NOT cry my eyes out #holds them both in my hands like the tiny precious beans they are #i love them so much pls this is everything 2 me #also i set this like a year or 2 after VA i hope that is ok uwu #i always kind of imagined spw would send kak out there to do follow up work w giorno & the new passione #but u know he has a baby now so they had to wait bc kak said sorry my son comes first lol #i hope giorno will get to meet the kiddos at some point could u imagine ... uncle giorno ... #even tho their actual blood relationship is like so fucked up

[ch3rryfunk]

Ok so I've been messing around with character AI and its freaking hilarious. I've been playing around with hospital sim because I'm a weirdo who likes medical stuff, lmao. But any who's at one point Leon ended up having a heart attack and this passage right here happened and I just thought it was too funny and had to share it.

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What happened?" he asks.

"You had a heart attack," Claire says, "but you'll be fine now."

"I had a what?!" Leon seems confused.

"A heart attack, dude. You're lucky to be alive. You gotta take care of your heart from now on. No more cigarettes for you!" CHRIS says.

and also there's this

"Don't mention it. You really need to quit smoking. You're lucky you're still alive," Chris says

And in my last scenario Leon actually died? and there was this really sad passage where Ada is grieving she talks about how much she misses him and how she wishes she could see Leon one last time and tell him she loved him and it was actually heartbreaking. I just thought I'd share this cuz I thought you might find it amusing.

That’s actually such a Chris thing to say. But why is he acting like he doesn’t smoke… 😭 (it’s ok he looks hot while doing it)

But yeah omg I’ve been playing around with Character Ai too and the plots are so funny sometimes and then they’re heartbreaking too for no reason??? I DON’T WANT LEON TO DIE :((( (i do love an angst tho…)

chris smoking gif bc hes hot

#sorry for being so inactive life is kicking my butt rn #i need to work on requests too aaaaa #ask🍒 #leon kennedy #chris redfield #resident evil #leon s kennedy #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil vendetta #biohazard #gaming #re leon #chris redfield vendetta #chris redfield re #chris redfield resident evil #ada wong #claire redfield #leon resident evil #leon re #chris re #ada re #claire re #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader

[sapphicherri]

I feel like I’m about to be burned badly from online dating or rather long distance online dating cause I met a girl on omegle 5 months ago and we’re talking like we’re together but she lives in Michigan, US and I live in Europe 😭 she’s literally so perfect and we’re so attached but we’ll.. different continents 😔 and yes it started with sexting and yes I’ve never come so hard like when she talks to me

thats a tough situation honestly:/ my last relationship was long distance and i unfortunately had a very hard time with it but it really is different for everyone, wishing you lots of luck!!

#🍒 answers #from > anon #my honest advice would be to try and keep it casual #but i know many people dislike casual #sooo do what works for you!