#stream dont call me by shinee

[gutghost]

Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggled to breath. Whether it be from guilt or heart break you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.

#yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yan x reader #yandere oc #oc yandere #yandere insert #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere fic #yandere blurb #yandere angst #x reader #angst scenario #angst imagine #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader

[leolingo]

waking up and seeing dream’s rip off project just breaks my heart man what the hell qsmp barely had two weeks to shine and now he’s introducing a VERY similar project in larger scale and uglier graphics and its just “the two are allowed to co-exist?” be fucking serious for a second dude why are you doing this NOW at the height of a project spearheaded by someone that used to call you a friend? like just . logistically speaking comercially speaking when you see how obviously similar these concepts are Why would you announce it now when you know someone else is getting the spotlight for once.

its hard not to call it spite or jealousy or anything of the sort when we cant confirm the timelines of this new project’s development but it REALLY, really feels like something unkind. not only that but it feels really gross to see most aspects of quackity’s passion project warped into something worse.. like LIVE TRANSLATION? really? bc dream of course wouldnt expect people to try and learn the different languages to communicate. he probably doesnt understand how redundant and ultimately hindering it will be to rely 100% on automated translation because 1) he’s not bilingual nor does he make any effort to understand the bilingual experience 2) he has no actual interest in the learning process of foreign languages or the different linguistic communities on twitch and in content creation in general . which makes me wonder WHY he is leading this and very likely profitting off of it when there’s no real reason for him to associate himself with this kind of cultural project other than . wanting to be relevant i guess.

during squidcraft, i didnt see him attempt a single word in spanish. i saw dream use google translate or straight up speak english (fast, idiomatic english at that) to spanish speakers and otherwise not try to meet a communicative middle-ground in any way. if this is how he intends to take on “united SMP” i cant wait to see it fail.

quackity’s project is successful because he cares. its modeled after his own experience and thrives because he as a bilingual host is able to cater to both communities within it and work as a linguistic bridge when need be. which, as we have watched day after day on qsmp streams, becomes less and less necessary because the environment quackity is fostering is actually very concrete INCENTIVE FOR LANGUAGE LEARNING. people are actually interacting and having meaningful linguistic/cultural exchanges that actually LEAD TO LANGUAGE KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING. how the fuck is that supposed to happen if theres live translation? ill tell you now, it won’t.

when we study linguistics in college one of the first things we learn in regards to foreign language teaching is that translation methods rarely fuckjng work. by doing that youre limiting human interaction and actually DISTURBING the learning possibilities because youre taking away Real, varied input. dream doesnt know what he’s doing and its so upsetting to watch. dont even get me started on “language rankings” or whatever the fuck the competitive aspect is supposed to be

the project is just so flawed and the timing couldnt be worse. quackity is doing such a great job and? you just try to hijack his idea like this even though you clearly lack both the heart and the knowledge to make something like this work? to me it just appears so sour. so mean-spirited and uninspired. i dont even know man i just dont like it

#dream neg #united smp #big big rant #i just hate this fucking guy #mine

[sukiipjs]

✮ I DONT WANT TO

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 866

↳ summary - nick coming over to help you not give into the urge of relapse. (short little thing 👽)

↳ contains - crying, much talk of self harm, depression, use of y/n, pet names (baby), idk

↳ song - candy by alex g

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my breath begins shaky, i sit on my bed, leaning against the headboard, banging my head back against the wall. my hands cover my mouth as i try to catch my breath and be quiet as tears stream down my face.

i don’t know what’s happening, the urge is just getting stronger. two months clean, two months, i don’t want to start this over i’m doing so good.

i lean my head down, taking my hands off myself and gripping them into my hair. my knees are bent up by my chest. i try to keep the thoughts down but i know there’s a blade right beside me, so easy to just grab. but i’ll regret it tomorrow, it’s not worth it, i keep telling myself.

my shirts off, my left arm of healed scars out in view. new ones could come at any point, i’d be so easy to do, i’d be so worth it to do… i cry and cry, now banging my head into my knees trying to do anything but give in that bloody urge.

a light finally shines in my head, nick. call nick. i take my hands off me, leaning over to grab my phone… that sits next to that blade. i open my phone, quickly going to call nick, i bring my phone to the side of my face as it rings, waiting for him to answer.

he finally answers after i call him one or two more times, it’s almost midnight so i don’t blame him. “mm.. y/n, you good?” he groans, i hear his blankets shifting on the other side as i try to speak, my voice being caught, being weak. “i- nick- nick please come over,” i manage to get out words, my breaths are short and fast, i wipe my palm on my eyes, trying to swipe off some tears.

“what? why? are you okay? what’s wrong?” he sounds more alert now, more awake as he hears the tone of my voice. “just come over please- i need you okay,” i curl back into myself, knees to my chest, one of my arms wrapping around my legs and the other still holding my phone. “okay, uhm- i’ll be there soon okay? you’ll be okay, yeah?” i nod, though he can’t even see me.

“mhm,” i mumble out, i hear his sheets ruffle again, i assume he stands out of his bed, “here uh, i’ll call an uber and i’ll be out there as soon as i can okay? do you want me to stay on or?” i hear nick still walk around, “you can get off, ill- uh- i don’t know, i’ll see you soon?” i sniffle as nick asks if i’m sure again, but i say i’m fine, i can wait.

we get off and i stay on my bed, waiting for him as i continue crying into my palms. trying to breath, trying to distract myself, trying again, not to give into the urge.

after a few, i hear my door open and nick shout my name. i lift my head from my palms, wiping off my eyes. nick bursts into my room, seeing my crying and panicking on my bed, the blade right next to me on my bedside table. “y/n…” he says softly as he comes onto the bed next to me, quick to wrap his arms around me tightly.

“you’re okay… you’re okay” he say softly, his head resting in the crook of my neck as he slowly rocks me back and forth, one of his hands stroking through my hair. i hold myself onto him too, my head resting by his neck, tears dampening on his shirt.

he moves himself back so he can look at me, “what’s wrong baby…” he asks softly, his hand now on the side of my face, his thumb rubbing tears off my cheek. “i don’t know nick, i just- i don’t want to feel like this… i don’t know what’s happening… i thought i was getting better. i don’t want to nick, i don’t want to…” i cry out, pushing my head onto him again. “shh, you’re okay… i’m with you, i’ve got you. you’re doing the best you can, i know it” his hand brushing against my head, fingers ruffling through my hair more as his chin rests top on my head.

“i- i don’t want to.” my body shakes onto his, his arms squeeze onto me tighter. “you don’t have to okau? i’m here… i’m here for you…” he slowly leans us down, so we lay down on my bed. his arms still holding me as he gives my cheek a kiss before nuzzling his head onto my neck. “i love you so much and i’m here, you’re going to be okay and i’ll help you any way i can.”

i turn to my side, facing nick as i also hold onto him, “i know… and- i love you, i really really love you,” our foreheads press together, as i finally begin to catch my breath more with nick here. we move our bodys, my head beginning to rest on his chest as nick starts falling asleep already, me after him.

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[moonshynecybin]

you cantttt just say rosquez feminization and not elaborate…. penny for your thoughts

shout out to @lestelledreams who sent me another ask like this but tumblr ATE my response when i tried to post it. luckily i draft in notes app…okay so it would be easier to list thoughts i DONT have about rosquez feminization… under the cut bc we do in fact get a lil nasty here

so i’ve talked a bit about some of the non-racing oriented things marc does for his body like his hot girl routine (laser hair removal. skin creams. slutty workout videos) like my girl enjoys being SMOOTH he enjoys being conventionally SEXY (personally. bush til i die but whatever live your truth marc) and the first time he’s doing it as. okay i’m famous and photographed all the time AND around my hot older crush/idol who has fucked more people than i’ve ever even met in my lifetime… like a little insecure part of marc is like this is what vale wants… and one thing about my man marc is he will COMMIT. so he waxes himself hairless the entire time they are fucking the first from 2013-2015 (and beyond) and frankly vale would like him either way but MARC gets off on it so hard… making himself pretty for vale… and maybe vale says something like that in the moment, just like mindless dirty talk about how good he looks how he made himself all pretty like a girl, and marc jolts like he’s been electrocuted and whines and comes right then even though vale had like JUST got inside him… and he’s curled around vale panting eyes shining leg hitched around vale’s hip asking him to keep going and it’s SO clear he liked whatever that was a LOT.

so vale uh. catalogs that information. and starts to test some hypotheses #olditalianmeninSTEM by which i mean the next time marc is blowing him he curls his hand into marc’s hair and tugs a little until marc looks him in the eye and vale just sends it like they’re whipping 310km/hr around the track— like breathless mischievous confidence… starts feeding him a stream of dirty talk, calling him gorgeous telling him nasty stuff about his tits riding that lovely edge of complimentary and degrading and getting sooo gender about it, and he watches marc’s eyelashes flutter and his hand on vale’s hip tightens and then marc like. literally chokes himself on valentino’s dick he’s clearly so so into it and vale feels crazyyyyyyy… SORRY..

and then it’s onnnnn baby it is. using the feminine forms of italian endearments in bed. playing with his tits. losing the condom. weird roleplay where they laugh so much. it is delightfully horny and slightly goofy gender transgression that they are both SO obsessed with… like the sex whiplashes through tonal dissonance it is simultaneously the most intense thing they’ve ever felt and like. lethally campy. at one point they are BOTH the baby girls bc they love being hot and are not serious people

that being said it culminates with vale just like. buying disgustingly expensive neon yellow designer lingerie and leaving it in marc’s motorhome with a lil note that has like. a dumbass turtle doodle on it instead of his signature. like something very silly and valentino. and then they have the WORLD’S most insane sex about it where vale says all kind of nasty stuff about marc being his best girl and spits in his mouth and tries to get him pregnant. hashtag catholic weirdo moments. crucially it is never formally discussed until like. genuinely ten years later when vale is like impish nervous smile WE REALLY SHOULD HAVE TALKED ABOUT THAT EH? and marc’s like ? best sex of my life? wdym?

#i love them they’re like one big red flag. NOT the racing kind… #PLEASE know. i am a lover and haver of body hair this is just what i think would go on in their brains vis a vis their perceptions of gender #and marc’s deep commitment to being smooth all over like a dolphin #callie speaks #motogp #rosquez #asks

[lcvejoy]

as for the request--

perhaps some major angst building off of the angst fic (I'm bad with remembering names) where Wil is getting progressively more and more distant. less affectionate, being stand off ish. he focuses more on work and streaming and all of that than reader and reader starts staying out at the beach more and more to avoid it..

you can make the end fluffy or angsty I just wanna include

"You don't love me anymore, do you?"

"No, I don't."

i (dont) want you to stay

wilbur soot x gn!reader

word count: 1,320

tw: angsty. breakups. hurt/no comfort?? wil is kinda toxic. not proofread.

a/n: this is a pt. 2 to “i want you to stay”. i got a bit carried away. but i’m so excited that it was requested. it made me so giddy that i wrote this at work lmaooo - sorry if it’s all over the place

on your first date, wilbur took you to a pier. he asked you if you wanted to take a walk with him. it was late at night, maybe early morning by that point. the beach was vacant of people and the moon was reflecting off the soft waves of the ocean. you sat together, shoulder to shoulder, and you talked for hours about anything and everything.

you used to do that a lot - just talk, for hours, about anything.

the conversation that night turned into talks of the moon and the stars. how far away they are but how close they seemed, how beautiful they are when they shine together, how much you both wished you could scoop up a star and put it in a jar to take home. “if i could, i’d take every star in the sky and put them all into little jars for you” he’d said, smiling at you. you laughed “yeah?” you asked. “yeah” he agreed.

“and why would you do that for me?”

“because you sparkle” he gleamed, “if i had to compare you to any physical representation, it would be a star. you sparkle and you shine and you’re so goddamn bright” he rambled.

your face got so hot despite the air feeling so cold.

he kissed you for the first time that night on the pier. he walked you home. he called you an hour later, saying he missed hearing your voice. you talked for a few more hours before deciding to sleep. it was beautiful. he was beautiful. it remained beautiful for months.

wilbur went on tour as planned after he spent the night. it was a tearful goodbye, and he left with promises to call every day.

he kept his promise, calling everyday and telling you about each show, each crowd, each city - it’s good and it’s bad. he told you he missed you, that he couldn’t wait to come home. you told him the same.

“goodnight, star” were the words he muttered before ending the call each night.

when he arrived home, you met him with open arms. you brought him home. that night, he suggested a walk to the pier. “so you can see the stars” he’d said, “so you can see how i see you”.

the next couple weeks were great. it felt as though that 4 months of being broken up had never even happened. you felt secure, loved, you felt as though you and wil had finally met in the middle, no longer on different paths.

wil started streaming again. he was working on new music. he was busy. you were understanding, you were busy too. it was nearing exams, and each of your classes had begun to pile you with assignments and study notes.

but you both always made time in the evenings to talk about your day, to eat together, to lay in bed with a soft “goodnight” and a kiss.

until that eventually began to become less frequent. it started with late night streams a couple times a week, then morphed into late night streams and late night songwriting, then morphed quickly into late night streams, late night songwriting, and late night hanging out with friends. until soon, it became rare for you to even see wil at all.

there were arguments. the arguments always ended in apologies. you both always ended up cuddled in bed, dried tears on your cheeks, a promise to do better, a “goodnight” and a kiss.

but the late nights didn’t stop.

and eventually, you started taking yourself to the pier to look at the stars alone. so you could see yourself the way wil once saw you.

wil never noticed your absence. he was never home to notice.

until he was.

you’re on the pier. you’ve been coming to the pier every night to look at the stars. it’s the only thing bringing you comfort.

your phone rings, and the familiar contact appears.

“hello?” you answer.

“where are you?” wil rushes out, sounding almost panicked.

“the pier” you reply.

“i’m coming” he rushes. the call drops before you can reply.

wil arrives 5 minutes later. the walk to the pier is 15 minutes. you wonder if he drove. he sits down beside you, staring up at the stars along with you.

“you’re still just as bright as them” he says. you look at him, he’s already looking at you with a slight smile. you stare, there’s a beat of silence.

“what’re we doing, wil?” you mutter. his face falters, his lips moving into a straight line.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

“i mean-“ you pause “i mean i never see you. we barely talk and, when we do, we argue and we cry and you promise to do better but you never do. you’re never home. you asked to come home but you’re never there. you said you’d do anything if i just ask and i’m asking you to come home. t-thats all i want” you’re pleading, your eyes full of tears. he stares. he doesn’t hold much of an expression. there’s a stale silence between you that feels longer than it truly is. it’s just you, him, the moon and the stars.

“what are we doing, wil?” you ask again. patiently waiting for his answer. you have always been patient with him.

“i don’t know” he responds truthfully.

you look back up at the stars. they act as a painful reminder of what you once resembled. he once saw you that way - a star, a bright, glowing, shining, sparkling star. you aren’t sure how he sees you now.

“you don’t love me anymore, do you?” you ask, looking only at the stars while your tears stain your cheeks. you can feel him staring at you. you can hear his breathing - it’s steady.

“no” he whispers “no, i don’t”.

and with those words, your heart shatters. your world spins. the stars stop shining.

you nod your head, as if you understand but you truly don’t. you’ll never understand.

his breath remains steady. it never falters. you don’t look at him as you rise to your feet.

“where are you going?” he asks. you hear him rush to his feet.

“home” you say, wiping your tears as you walk up the pier.

“i’m going home” you reiterate.

you hear his footsteps behind you, following from a distance. you stop. he stops too.

“i’m going to my home. you can’t come home” you try to sound confident in your words, but they come out shaky.

“what?” he whispers, his voice now sounding more broken than before.

“darling, we can fix this. please. i-i didn’t mean it, really” he pleads, his words are rushed and stuttered, “fuck… i-i really didn’t mean it like that. i meant i don’t love you like i used to. i-it’s different, it feels different, b-but i still love you, i-“ he pauses, stepping closer, “please, star” he begs.

you turn around now. you look at him. you look him in the eyes. your eyes are wet with tears, your nose is running, your cheeks are splotchy but you don’t hide it. you want him to see it.

“will you still do anything i ask?” you question. he stares at you, you can see the tears in his eyes from the light of the moon but you never see any fall.

“of course i will. anything. anything you ask, i’ll do it” he breathes out. there’s hope in his voice.

“don’t come home. i don’t want you to stay” you say, almost demanding.

you turn on your heal quickly and walk up the pier, leaving him with the stars and the moon. you let out a choked sob, finally breaking. imploding into yourself like stars do. your light dying out, no longer shining, no longer sparkling. one day, you think, you’ll shine brighter than before, but not right now.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #dsmp x reader #still figuring out tags #how do yall do this

[simplyjake]

i have a request!!! playing minecraft with streamer!Hee 😭😭 i think i’d be really cute, can be hcs if you want!!

a/n: anon... streamer!hee is my whole personality i personally believe he would be a streamer if he wasnt an idol but thats for another day. i hope this satisfies ur request!!

warnings: none that i know of

gn!reader

Minecraft with boyfie streamer!hee

His twitch and/or youtube has like 5 million subscribers or something idk

People love hot men who game! (me core)

Kinda irrelevant but i think heeseung would be one of the korean members in the quackity smp server idk idk idk

Hees fans know abt u

But you never really show yourself because you dont rlly feel the need to yk

But heeseungs comments keep begging him to play games with you

So he goes to call you (on stream may i add)

“Baby!!!” so cute stfu

“Yeah hun whats up” ur phone connected by your ear and shoulder (do yk what i mean im bad at explaining) bc ur buying groceries for the house😭😭😭

“Chat is asking for you to play a game with me on stream”

“As long as we play minecraft im so down”

“Thank you lovie! Ill see u when u get home MWAH”

So then you guys plan for his next stream

BOOM now ur here

Ur cute lil set up right next to his i cant do this

He helps you set up ur facecam n everything so that chat can see and hear u

Now for the actual game

The mc world name is yabadabadoo 

I think heeseung is a calm mc player not one who grinds and does allat yk

Stream starts nd hes like

“Baby lets play a game, anytime something scary happens we kiss”

“Kiss… during the scary parts??? Of minecraft???”

Cue chat calling heeseung a loser im sorry

You guys start off in ur survival world and immediately his hunter gatherer instincts kick in

He’d getting meat, house materials, wool 

“Hee, put ur minecraft bed next to mine”

And he gasps 

“Yn thats so scandalous..”

At first the house is just a dirt hut

But everytime you guys stream mc tgt the house gets more elaborate

From ur lil dirt hut to like a mansion

You guys have a barn that you built

You even learned how to make an aquarium in mc go you!!!

When heeseung mines and he finds diamonds, he gives a majority of them to you

Like let's say he found 7, he gives u 4 and he keeps 3 yk

Love a man who can provide for his lover

Even w this big mansion home

He makes SURE ur beds r still tgt

You get lost a lot when you wander and dilly dally so he has to come find you 😭

Your knight in shining diamond armor

You guys have a cat and a dog

Cat is named kombucha (heeseungs idea)

Dog is named hershey (ur idea) 

It was supposed to be a one time thing but you liked it and heeseungs fans love you so minecraft streams are a twice a month typa thing

Now its something you, him, and the fans look forward in doing 

#enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enha x reader #heeseung x reader

[floatinginangst]

Hii uh can I ask for an angst?

I can't find much now 😔😔

So basically anyone x m reader and the reader got framed for doing something (somehow) and then everyone belived it and just like doesn't talk to the reader

I dont know I just rlly want angst rn 🥲

It's ok if you don't want to write this tho :D

Have a good day!!

•` 🦋: EN Nijisanji x GN!/M! Reader 

•` 🦋:  I am innocent, please believe me

Your day actually started well. You were woken up today by the rays of the sun shining through your window into your face. The birds were chirping a happy song that made you get up with a smile. Motivated, you quickly got dressed to go to your favourite bakery. There was not much going on there, so you ordered a coffee, but also a piece of your favourite cake. To enjoy the nice weather, you sit down at a free table outside, after the baker had even given you the coffee for free. You happily hum a tune to yourself. You hold the coffee cup with one hand while the other hand is busy scrolling through Twitter.

You frown in wonder. A lump forms in your throat while beeing shocked, you slowly sit up, having sunk comfortably into the chair a few moments prior. Your hand around the cup begins to tremble as you look at the various tweets on your timeline. Several people were blaming you for previous comments you had allegedly made before you had started at Nijisanji, but none of these rumours were true. While you had streamed before joining Nijisanji, like many other talents, you had never uttered those words that were in the various tweets. Nervously, you bit your lower lip. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. It was loud and fast, a little worried that it was about to stop. With a deep breath, however, you try to calm yourself. Maybe it was just another hater trying to torture you out of Nijisanji.

Unfortunately, it was often the case with you that some people tried something like this, but today it seemed to escalate. With a fast motion, you took a big sip of your coffee. Although you had used sugar and milk, it was rather bitter, or was it just the bitter aftertaste left by these tweets ?

With long strides you quickly walk home. You really needed to talk to your manager before you couldn't explain yourself any more. When you arrived, you quickly kicked off your shoes while your jacket was thrown into a corner. With your shoulder, you pressed your phone to your ear. As you do so, you start your computer. Annoyed, you hung up when it went to voicemail for the second time, but the messages that reached you via Discord made you stare at your screen, shocked and wide-eyed. Several of the other EN members had asked you about the false rumours. Some expressed their disappointment or others wanted to cancel their collabs with you. Once again you heard your heart pounding loudly in your ears. Still shocked, you let yourself fall in your chair. Your eyes glazed over. You were hurt inside. Why did everyone believe these rumours ? How could you explain yourself when even your believed friends did not believe in your innocence.

Startled, you flinched. Your phone rings and you slowly answer the call. The conversation with your manager didn't really go well either. How could such a beautiful day suddenly become so terrible ? Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed? Did a black cat walk past you today or did you unconsciously walk under a ladder ? Maybe it was the mirror that broke 3 years ago ? But no matter how hard you searched for answers, you just couldn't find any. Twitter was filled with various comments against you. Some tried to stand up for you, but too many were against you, even though you were innocent. But no one would believe you. You had posted an announcement that you were taking a few days off for personal reasons. However, your collab partners have already announced that their streams with you will not take place. This leaves you, whether consciously or unconsciously, in an even worse light. Desperately, you bit your lower lip again. You have been doing this too often since this morning, which is why it's now swollen, but you don't register the pain at the moment. Your heart, which kept cramping in your chest, hurt more than your lower lip.

With trembling fingers you went to the private server. You needed several attempts until you could find your words. You started to apologise, even though there was nothing to apologise for. You were innocent, but slowly you began to think that you had really said something like that. But before you could send your message, the server disappeared before your eyes. Confused, you tilt your head. You blink once, then twice until you blink several times in shock. Whether you blinked to hold back the tears or whether you just couldn't believe your eyes, you didn't know yourself. You ran over your face with one hand. Your back leaning against the back of the chair before you slowly let yourself sink into your seat. Hot tears rolled down your rosy cheeks. The day was suddenly just awful.

After you had calmed down from your sudden crying attack, you try to write to individual people. You first try Elira, but your time zone differs too much, so she probably won't answer. Then you try to contact members in your time zone. Next you try Mysta. You saw him start to write, but you never got an answer. Vox explained again how disappointed he was in you. The other Luxiem boys had either blocked you or were not awake. Fulgur blocked all your explanations. The rest of Noctyx did not respond. However, you kept trying but either there was no response or you were already blocked.

Disappointed, you realised that no one believed you. Nobody saw that you were innocent. Everyone only believed what they heard. No one waited for your explanation and no one hoped it would be cleared up. You gave up. You no longer saw the point in putting any more energy into it. With a shaky sigh you stood up. Your knees were weak, but you manage to throw yourself onto your bed. Your face landed in the pillow, which got wet a few seconds later. No one was standing behind you. Your friends didn't believe you and are probably glad to be rid of you. You remember your debut, that's when it all started. Some couldn't stand your humour. Some already had a problem with your voice when your voice line was introduced. Some just had a problem with your personality. You should have listened to the comments. You should have just given up right away. Now you are lying on your bed discouraged and you didn't even have a shoulder to cry on. No one cared about you.

A few days later Anycolor published that your contract had been terminated and you were graduating without a last stream.

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[yuujis-sunshine]

DAY TWENTY-TWO: SNOWMAN

Fiance! Hatori Sohma/Nervous! Reader

Synopsis: The Reader and her fiance builds a snowman together.

A/N: Mentions of ABUSE, thats all. Do not read if you are sensetive to this topic or dont feel comfortable.

[Name] walked outside with her fiance behind her as her eyes were wide from seeing all of the fluffy white snow on the floor, he liked seeing her like this. Especially when she would always not say anything much or do anything from the trauma of her other relationship since he would physically abuse her every now and then.

“So much snow...“ She whispered as she had her hand out to see a snowflake on her palm.

“You never seen snow?“ The ravenette asked her as he walked a bit close to her, she nodded no to the question.

It was too true, she had never seen snow because when she was with her other lover he did not let her go out the house or even go do anything she wanted to do. It was so dark, just like his heart was after some accident in his life. And because of that, he had took advantage of the power and decided to abuse her every now and then. But when she met him, she knew that he was a gaurdian angel and save her from the darkness that her so-called fiance put her in. Turns out that he did since he had stood up to him and take her away from him since he had seen a scar on her arm one time and he did not take that lightly.

After that day, he had always promised to protect you and make sure that you feel love and would always try ways to make you happy. Now engaged and soon getting married in a couple weeks.

“Tori, can we build a snowman together?“ He stares at her in surprise from the sudden question she asked.

The sparkly eyes of [Name] shined bright like diamonds as she waited for an answer.

Hatori could not resist when it comes to her, especially since she was new to most of these things.

“Yes...“ He responded with a small smile after he chuckled. Hatori and [Name] walked together side by side, holding hands.

- LATER -

[Name] rolled a ball for the snowman as Hatori waited for her to come with the second ball since the first one was already on the ground. He smiled at her from the way she enjoyed herself out here in the cold weather.

“Need any help?“

She nodded and turned her head away in embarrassement as Hatori chuckled at her cuteness before helping her with the ball of snow. He liked this side of her a lot more than her original. Sooner or later, the second half was done, and both did the third one together and carried it to put on the second one. “Now we need sticks.“ Hatori said to himself before noticing the [Hair Color] woman getting two sticks, so he decided to get stones and a carrot.

When he returned, he was surprised to see the sticks on the snowman already.

HOW DID SHE MANAGE TO DO THAT SO QUICK? He thought.

“Tori, are you o-ok?“ She asked him before nodding and dropped the stones and put the carrot in his pocket. They managed to get the snowman together in silence as [Name] smiled a little more than before, since she was so happy that they came out here and usually Hatori was busy with somethings, he wanted to take this time to relax from his work and make her happy like that promise when he had proposed to her. “[Name] [Last Name], will you marry me?“ He said to you, one hand with a ring and the other had your hand in it as your face was dull and expressionless from the question but instead of answering she felt tears streaming down her cheeks since she was wondering why would someone like him marry someone like herself. “O-Out of all the women you picked to marry, why me...? Im not like the others.“ The ravenette smiled at her before having a hand on her delicate cheeks and wiped the fresh tears from her eyes. “I didnt choose you for no reason, I choosen you because I like you for who you truly are. You dont have to be like the other women you see or be around, just be who you truly are...“ After he said that, a bit more tears fell from your cheek and decided to finally say, “Yes...“ and stay into his warm embrace after that.

Finally, they were done with the snowman and stood by one another with hands interlocked as they looked at the creation they did together.

“Thank you, Tori...“ He turned to her to see a birghtest smile from her.

“For helping me break out of my darkness... I really am glad you came into my life.“

He gasped lightly at her and then started to stare at her for a short second before colliding lips together for a couple seconds, “No problem.. I will be here for you anyday.“

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After The Rain - Chapter 10

Rowan

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1923

“Rowan?” Celaena whispered harshly, furrowing her brows. He was outside her window, somehow, apparently waiting to be let in. She hesitated, but swung herself out of bed, painfully padding her way over there to open the latch.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, but he didn’t answer right away as he climbed inside, straightening his shirt as he stood up. Rowan wasn’t facing her all the way, and when he did, she had to glance away to avoid seeing the devastation seep into his eyes.

Those eyes.

“Did he do this to you?” He asked quietly, his voice filled with emotion. His hand came up to gently cup her cheek, and she just stared at him. “Shit,” he cursed, dropping his hand and shaking his head. “This wasn’t part of the plan, this wasn’t supposed to happen.” 

“What do you mean?” Celaena asked slowly, trying to comprehend what he was saying. “I don’t understand.” 

Rowan shook his head again, stepping further into the room, facing away from her. 

“I was supposed to get you out before we made it here,” he said, “I had a plan to get Cairn out of the picture but he went and pulled a fast one on me and had Arobynn meet us at the station instead.” 

“I still don’t understand,” she said, shaking her head, her hair slipping over her shoulder. “Get me where?” 

But Rowan shifted gears, turning around himself to look at her. There were maybe five feet between them, but it felt like miles. 

With the darkness of the room, the only light was the moon streaming in from the window, shining against his green eyes. Green eyes that were so familiar…

“How much do you remember from when you were younger?” He asked, and she furrowed her brows. 

“I dont -“ 

“Do you remember anything?” He insisted, and she pursed her lips, looking away from him. She didn’t understand what he was getting at and it was overwhelming. So she went on the offensive. 

“I remember that you kidnapped me and now you’re standing in my room in the middle of the night,” she said, lifting her chin. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t call for Arobynn.” 

He just looked at her sadly. “Because he’s the one who gave you those bruises.” 

Her hand unconsciously went up to her cheek, and she clenched her jaw, looking away again.

“Then you’re just putting me in more danger,” she hissed, refusing to stand down. “You seem to care about these bruises, he’ll just give me more.” 

“I’ll kill him,” Rowan said, without a hint of doubt, and she blinked, taken aback. “I’ll kill him before he lays another hand on you. Don’t doubt that.”

She didn’t understand.

“Why,” she breathed, furrowing her brows. “Why do you care so much about me? Why do you care what happens to me?”

Rowan just stared into her eyes, taking a step toward her.

“Do you remember anything from before you were here?” He asked again, and she hesitated but slowly shook her head. Lie. 

Another step.

“Arobynn found me washed up in a river when I was ten,” she said quietly. “I’ve been here ever since.” Then she narrowed her eyes again. “You should know, Celaena Sardothien is a famous name in the circles we both run in.” 

“I know,” Rowan said, taking another step toward her. For some reason, she didn’t move away. “You’re infamous. But no one ever knew what you looked like,” he said. Another step. “I only found out when Arobynn came to Maeve with the deal to look for you once he found out where you were. You’d be suspicious of anyone you recognized, but you’d never seen Cairn and I before.” Another step, placing him right in front of her. “Yet I’ve seen you.”

“When,” she let out in a quiet breath, not moving as he lifted a hand to cup her cheek yet again.

“You don’t recognize me?” Rowan asked, quiet devastation in his voice. “At all?” Celaena couldn’t bring herself to shake her head this time. His eyes drifted down, and she thought he was staring at her chest, which made her bristle, before she realized he was staring at the locket that was back around her neck. 

“I know what’s inside the locket,” he said, and she pursed her lips.

“You had it for a day,” she said, “you could’ve seen it then.” 

He shook his head, dropping his hand. “I know what was in it,” he amended, “what was originally put inside. I know who got you that locket, and who wrote the words on that paper.”

“Who,” she whispered, gaze locked on his green eyes. They were so close, yet so far away.

“I did,” he breathed, just as quietly, and it struck a chord deep in her, a musical note that she could nearly hear. It was infuriating, but it was just out of reach. 

“You?” Celaena asked, and he nodded. “How?”

“Same reason I know that your favorite color used to be red,” he said, “and that you always wanted a dog but your parents wouldn’t let you have one. And that you were learning to play the piano, and got overly frustrated whenever something wouldn’t sound right or you’d miss a note.” She couldn’t breathe. “And that you’re only twenty, not twenty two, because you went missing when you were eight.” 

He lifted his other hand to cup her other cheek. 

“I remember the exact day you went missing,” he said, “Because I felt like I lost myself too.” 

She shook her head, trying to glance away but unable to. There was no sound once he stopped talking, the silence of the night taking over in the room. It was the middle of the night, she should be sleeping, and yet, here she was.

And here he was.

“Who are you?” Celaena asked, her voice weak. Rowan loosed a shuddering breath, leaning in to let her forehead rest against hers. She let him. And they shared a few breaths before he answered.

“I’m your best friend,” he whispered. 

Her brows furrowed as some vague memories came flooding through her mind, little glimpses of warm grass and bright laughter and a pearl necklace and green eyes. 

“Rowan?” She asked. Even though she already knew his name, it sounded different now. And from deep within her, another name pushed its way to the surface. “Buzzard?”

A beautiful smile broke across his face.

“Fireheart?” He asked, and the name struck a chord in her mind. In a long forgotten part. Or maybe not even forgotten, maybe just lost.

“I don’t…” she said, trailing off. “It’s there, but it’s so fuzzy.” Her voice was tight. “It’s so frustrating.”

“This is a start,” Rowan said, smoothing back her hair. “I promise you over time it’ll get clearer.” She shook her head, but didn’t disagree.

A shuddering breath escaped her. “I-” 

And then the sound of a key turning in the lock of her door stopped her dead.

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[the-kipsabian]

is kip sabian a tumblr sexyman

//kinda heavily edited 7/28/23. im trying to be more neutral about this, still keeping this within just the on-screen character. added in a few more things that are on the list linked below, so the results have actually kinda drastically changed now these are still just my opinions and ofc this doesnt negate how hes really perceived, its just interesting to see this being called out so many times but when you put actual evidence on it, boy how the tables turn lmao

so we all have probably heard the question by now

seeing this post on my dash, i have found resources now to see for myself, collect data and give you the actual result to this burning question

i got you tropes, my takes on them and whether they apply to him under the cut. things to note, this is my personal view tho im trying to keep it neutral, and im only tackling the on-screen character as its been portrayed on tv and some other special occasions when it has specifically shined through (take him invading ocs streams for example)

green is yes red is no yellow is maybe anything in italics are an edit from the original post

4th wall blurring - technically wrestling is already very blurred lines, but take the kip/oc feud for example and the lengths he took it to on social media, twitch etc. outside the ring

Androgynous - arguable, its the eyeliner for me bro. that and the way he carries himself. currently this also includes the hair/hair colors and the eye shadow. gender is a social construct

Animal theming

Angst - it depends how you view it. its not like full blown angst sadness, but it sure does exist, especially with how he talks about himself tbh

Bait - he just organically formed into this shape. i dont believe he specifically designed this style or characteristics to make himself be perceived as a tumblr sexyman

British

Burton

Capitalist

Chaoslord

Chronokinetic

Criminal

Cosmic

Clown

Controversial - i dont know why some of yall hate him so much but apparently people do so. whatever

Deadpan snarker - he can be, but not to a point of a defining character trait

Dealmaker

Detective

DILF - not yet

Distinctive voice - so the source list updated this to feature catchphrases and yes. "embrace the change", "time doesnt heal it changes you", "underrated and over it". you get the deal

Divorced

Dominating - there are cases. but mostly i think hes just a pathetic fool idk. but also this is a theming in wrestling in general so like. go figure

Duality - with and without the box, there is a difference

Egotistical

Eldritch - only in fanon i think ive seen this one. and partially personally applied this one lol (tho i mean idk if we get the box back in some form we might see more hints about this so it might turn into a maybe!!)

Eye imagery

Fanon splintering

Forest Dweller

Gay/LGBTQ+ coded

Girlboss

Glowing neon

Goo

Himbo - okay listen. as much as i would LOVE to mark this one as a solid yes, since we are strictly talking about boxman era and after on-screen kip, this doesnt stand, as he doesnt show himbo behavior on camera. im keeping it as a maybe tho, just for the sake of showing that im aware and i care <3

Hot-headed

Intelligence - also counts for the sub category smartdumb. an idiotic mastermind

Johnlocked - dont get me wrong, ive seen ships, but i dont think its ever been super extensive or overpowering. yall need to work harder lol. unfortunately despite my personal bias and seeing its growth in popularity, i still cannot mark this even as a maybe

Knifemurder

Mad scientist

Magnificent bastard - im just gonna copy the definition here. "As per TV Tropes, a Magnificent Bastard is a "villain (or morally gray character at best) portrayed as confident, charming schemers who thinks on their feet, outsmarts their competitors with style and grace, and remains graceful even in the event of defeat"."

Marked canon/fanon divergence

Monster features

Mysterious - boxhead in the crowd for months building intrigue + the unadvertised meet and greets at events. plus seemingly extensive lore we never get/got, unexplained box mysteries, etc.

Neurodivergent - i was thinking about excluding this, but he talks about his adhd so openly PLUS a big part of boxman came from the depression and anxiety of when he was on the shelf after surgery so. it counts for me

Nonhuman

Object head

Obscured face - technicality, but i count it as he wore the box for so fucking long. we didnt see his actual face for literally a year

Obsessive - HAVE YOU SEEN HOW OFTEN HE TWEETS AT OC i rest my case

Oncelerization

Pale twink - im making a personal decision to say no on this as none of the definitions really hit the mark like, at all. literally the only ones on the list are 'young' and 'dude' like. nope

Parental figure

Parental issues

Pathetic - A THOUSAND TIMES YES

Perpetual smiler - he gets the shit kicked out of him in the ring and still fucking laughs at it on the spot

Power

Power of love - yall have seen penelope, right?

Religious imagery - no, but marking sub category demonic as a maybe since connections to penelope

Retro - this is interesting, im putting it down as maybe since its not really showing but the current design choices with the grayscale gear makes me think about old timey stuff

Robot

Royalty

Scars

Secret agent

Short

Tall - im withdrawing this one, since the definition is "really/abnormally tall" and hes only 5'11 so. this was marked as a 'maybe' before

Teacher figure

Theme song

Thin - "characters that are fairly slim but dont fit under pale twink" i can accept this lol

Traitor/Twist villain

Twisted freaking cycle path

Unkempt

Upper class - i dont necessarily consider it but i guess. keeping this as a maybe since the suit aesthetic is very high class so

Urban legend aesthetics - CRYPTID RIGHTS FOR KIP

Villain/Morally gray/Refined villain/Technically antagonist

Well-dressed/Suitguy/Long coat - suit, pinstripes, long coat. i kind of want to also say the alt fashion counts here since he can be very emo but you know

White twink humanization - all im asking is that you dont humanize that box. please

White hair

29/75 40/75 6/75

final thoughts:

so i see where this thought comes from. he definitely hits like some of the biggest tropes (fancy british man with an object head, a stupidly catchy theme song and catchphrases, a hot wife and a plan to dominate orange cassidy the world), but we are also missing some obvious ones like him being just a stupid murder whore so like. go figure

this is a very subjective list im aware, there are a few things that could probably be seen differently but i, as a self proclaimed Expert And Conspiracy Theorist In The Kip Sabian Space™, will hold this belief system until someone tells me otherwise lmao

anyways this was just for fun dont take this as seriously as i did the first time around lol. enjoy, just dont argue with me. if you need any tropes need explaining, look at the link above and/or just ask and i'll let you know what i was thinking with marking them if there arent notes explaining or if they are confusing

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[onlyjaeyun]

Honestly, I'm not even a damn singer, and if Enhypen was all you wanna feature on our song, my ass would have came up with a verse, like maybe it's just praise kink coming out, but I would want to impress who I'm working with since you think you would want your feature to add something to a song, not just sing over the original song, like this ain't karaoke babes. I feel like the perfect song length is like 3:40, not too short, not too long, but all Hybe is making lately is like 2:20, like I think they are allergic to making long good songs, the longest song on both &Team's album and Enhypen's together is 3:48, and it's not even a real song, it's the prologue Mortal. Like War Cry is even shorter than Sweet Venom, like you don't have time to jam or get into the song, you get the vibe and just boom over, give us longer songs, like it's ridiculous, not every song needs to be short so it's easier to stream. I saw a Sweet Venom line distribution video, and it was probably the worst one I've personally seen for Enhypen; like Sunghoon got like 8 seconds, Jungwon got 10, Jake got 14, Niki got 15, Sunoo got 16, Jay got 18, and Heeseung got 46. Like I get it Heeseung main vocal, but you telling me the others couldn't have each hit one of those swee-hee-hee-t venom-nom-nom. Like War Cry is somehow better distributed with 9 members, despite Fuma getting only 4 seconds, Jo who has the most only got 22. Honestly, it do seem like that, like Enhypen with Bella, TXT with Anitta, and BTS with Sia. I honestly just want one question for Hybe regarding the next comeback, Chamber 5 studio version when, since it was just a cute song, and I think we need it, like Chamber 5 mv and all, I know Sunghoon would probably hate it seeing how he hated when Sunoo picked him to perform it, but that Chamber 5 dance practice with them dressed like fruits lives rent free in my mind, and we need a studio version. Also you listening to 10 Months while writing angst reminds me how I wrote this sad fic while listening to this song called Heartbeat by Carrie Underwood on repeat the whole time. Like the song is all 'I love the way you look in a firefly glow', 'dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat' meanwhile I'm writing "No matter how long it took, even if he never found his way back to you again, you would never love another, and your heart would always ache for him, the one you believe is genuinely your one true love."

i wholeheartedly agree with the first part! i feel like ever since not only enha's but also new jeans' debut they've been making their new groups' songs shorter and shorter but i just dont get why? there was still so much potential in sweet venom as well as bite me so why not add another verse and make the song just thirty seconds longer??? i honestly dislike this wave of short songs like let me have at least 3 minutes to enjoy ???? i cant even get into the groove bc by the time i do it's already finished?💀 but yeah, genuinely wishing for their future tt's to bw a tad bit lobger to make the line distribution a little fairer 💔 i love love love jungwon's and hoonie's voices and would have loved to hear them more but we got them in still monster so i'm super happy (plus jay got to shine a lot this time and it makes me so 🥺 bc his voice is kind of my fave? but yeah)

also personally i just know those features are nothing but a way to promote bc she wasnt bad or anything but she also didnt add anything to the song imo 😭 i liked their harmony but that's it? she didnt even get a verse (which makes sense as the so g is so short already) but looking at proper collabs from their seniors like bts x nicki minaj it's just kinda disappointing but expected atp

and omg i love listening to happy songs when i write angst bc it kinda makes me write it even sadder than it is LMAO

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[calmingpi]

Some more hall of tuesday stuff~

Specifically, some thought processes and concepts. Yes, I know its Wednesday, but I got too tired + didn't feel well last night to type all this out

I'm noting the design process of this one, because while writing a Tarvek thing the other day it occurred to me that I have a habit of getting attached to characters that follow some philosophies that have become attached to lolita fashion- the dislike of ones true personality, using consumerism and extravagant tastes to fill a metaphorical hole, hiding negative traits beneath literal layers of cute clothing, presenting a personality thats within specific ideals of elegance and refinement, the concept of feminine androgyny, etc

Tuesday the first

Anyway, this outfit was inspired by Baby The Stars Shine Bright

Streamer Tarvek

I can't even possibly explain why i drew this to begin with, partly because i dont actually remember. But i love this au SO much. I wrote a whole bunch of these that i never ended up finishing. Heres a couple of them

Tarveks streams are not gamer related; its more of a commentary stream but really he talks about whatever he wants. Often hes prompted by questions from the viewers, that causes him to go on extreme tangents about whatever. History, politics, pop culture, math, literally whatever. It's also not a popular stream in the grand scheme of things. He doesnt market or promote this thing at all, but he has a small and very dedicated fanbase of very strange people. In general tarvek likes having an audience and not having to act really put together and refined. Instead he can infodump to strangers and not worry about impressing people too much. And he can wear cat ears and feel only a little bit silly instead of a lot

Girl Watching With Colette

Tarvek is married to agatha and gil in this, which i believe ive mentioned, and i think ive also mentioned that he pretends the stream doesnt exist to them. They dont bother him about it, but they do watch it and regularly comment. I think hes just embarrassed about having a goofy internet outlet, and they just really love watching him excitedly talk about his interests

This was another one from the original prompt list, called "girl watching with Colette." They're sitting at a little teahouse, i think. There's a sequel prompt called "Gil watching with Colette," where Tarvek is holding a large pair of binoculars and absolutely SEETHING with anger while Colette is laughing. Otherwise exactly the same setting

Unforgiven

Before this blog, one of my first Tarvek drawings is a picture of him dressed as Nayeon from Twice. I also remember a picture I did of Lars in a Love Dive inspired outfit being complimented a lot on here, lol.

Anyway, this one was inspired by the concept photos for Unforgiven by Llesserafim. I think concept photos are a really cool form of art in general. Art direction. Needs more recognition, really!

This one was based off the "fallen angel" style of photos they did, but they also have this weird "office cowboy" style of photos? From the same album? I have no idea what that was about, but it's really funny to me. There's a horse loose in the office space. He's using the copier. I didn't know he knew how to do that. Anyway, maybe I should do an office cowboy Tarvek, too. Ive drawn him as a cowboy before, and it was really fun

I Still Feel Alive

This is actually my favorite tuesday, which is funny cause it was just coloring practice, really. But my favorite bit is really all the just. Amount of stuff i shoved in there. We're on castle wulfenbach, hes been stabbed and poisoned (dw about it), hes drinking the vaccine gil made from his notes, weve got his favorite clank girls (which by the way i unfortunately love that we have tinka without a head and anevka without a body), his weasels of course, agathas portrait (because whos office is this, really?), we've got the portal to the eldritch monster dimension out the window there, and an apple tree!

I drew Tarvek with a lot of apple themes for a while, as a reference to his condescending snake description. Its kind of funny 2 me to think of agatha and gil as adam and eve (dont ask which is which. I dont think it particularly matters, tbh), and tarvek as the evil snake, because i think its exactly how hed see himself really. Whether hes actually an evil snake or not. Token evil teammate, awful seductress, yadda yadda yadda. Really, aggie and gil arent innocent either, which makes it funnier 2 me

Godqueen

I really love the idea of tarvek as a godqueen (or godking, i just think godqueen suits him better) because he was originally supposed to be killed off in sturmhalten. He could always still be killed off, which would be very disappointing because i think we would have wasted a lot of time then. Or he could live and things would be as expected. Or we could go the funnier route and make him literally immortal. That would be hilarious to me!

Also, im pretty sure gils going to be storm king. And with agatha as the heterodyne + probably a godqueen, and gil as storm king and the only one whos graduated college, i believe tarvek should be allowed a little immortality. Or maybe financial compensation. As a treat. Make it harder for bang to bully him

Looks wise, godqueen tarvek is based on what he keeps shoving agatha in (sidenote: that is NOT anevkas dress. Can you even imagine her in that? That is his dress. I dont think he wore it, but its definitely tarveks). When it comes to dresses i always put tarvek in something really flowy and needlessly gaudy. But suits and pants should be a tighter fit. A lot of the design inspo is wizard of oz based, particularly ozma. In a lot of illustrations she wears these very loose fitting gowns, and often very simple crowns and a few specifically placed flowers

His crown is also little storm clouds. If gil was a godking hed have little lightning bolts, but i think gil shouldnt be a godking. He can already lift tanks. But if he was, hed have little lightning bolts. Theyd match!

Tuesday Anniversary

First of all, i love painting. Like i love it SO much. Ok, cool

I wanted Agatha in the picture right off the bat, but originally I was going to draw them dancing at Albias ball. I drew this, discovered i drew them facing the wrong way, scrapped it, and then crab anons drink got spilled on them, so it was not meant to be. Also, frankly, i think the impact would have been all wrong. I wanted a kind of "what tarvek wished had happened" kind of thing and instead i think it just keeps bringing back how gil and aggie danced together. And really i wanted something special for just agatha and tarvek, since i tend to do so much gil shipping with them. Its been a while where ive drawn them something of their own

So i kept thinking about tarvek and agatha ideals, from his perspective. I went back to his "when im an evil overload and agatha is my sexy dark mistress" idea, but decided to go for a more likely scenario. So this is sometime in the future, and hes happy being able to walk her down the hall for whatever it is theyre doing. Theyre in Castle of course (with the little wall hangings from the game! I love those), and shes let him dress her up in one of his flowy dresses. His outfits still really similar to the one from the ball, which is also really similar to the one from sturmhalten. I think its just a design choice he likes, so i kept that up. Agatha also has two rings, because this is a moment to themselves but theyll never stop loving gil, really

#hall of tuesday

[ast4rtrying]

Gold

by nbd

Your arms are safety

To me, enigmatic eyes full of love and mystery

Maybe you dont agree but my truth is

In my eyes you are an angel

Heart as pure, mind as simply strong

As before Adam bit the apple and tainted humanity's intelligence

I will not pretend I see you as anything less than

Gold, covered by the world's iron rust, red

Your mind curving like intricate spiderwebs

Shining under the LED headlights of a miner who just found

You are treasure, soft and true

Your heart is made of the first grass at Eden

Torched by the flames that burned innocent green

Now black, meandering, lost, as precious

In your core, as formed by God

Burning, a star, lava moving

Caressing whom you love as sparks fly from your heat

Testing to see who is good, goats from the lambs

Your criteria only you and God know

I am ice melting at your fire

A warm destruction to the metal core

Everything is excess, washed away

You know not the gentle streams it makes as it washes over your spills, evaporating like tears over a frying pan

You know not how much this core of metal wants to throw itself into the hottest place

To know you, feel you and be in you

To melt and flow forever in your veins

Dear blood, your words strike my eyes

A metallic tinge that makes me want to search deeper

Coagulating into the walls of your scars

A maze of where itd been spilt before

I will search every corner

I want to love every lane

To melt it all in a bottle and return it to you

I wonder how it is in your oldest house

You say you want to submit your mind to me

Can you? Can anyone truly give their minds to someone

Mapping a human brain will take hundreds of years

I want to live in it as a home, for rest

I want you to have mine, for rest

So I can kiss your soul whenever

And wrap you in a warm blanket and feed you love even far away

So you can decorate and play with it as your own home

And call it so, make it home to you

We can build an altar of love to God

And offer these homes for His residence forever

I want to give you comfort and touch your heart when you are sad

Be right beside your heart and hold it when its sad

Say i am sorry and whisper so to every place where its been shattered

Pick it up and put it together

This power only God has

But I will give everything you want, you need to help

I love you eternal.

[scariercnidaria]

fic directory:

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in for a penny, - 3k word izzy backstory/character study exploring blackhands thru the years, meanwhile the revenge is about to blow up. rated teen & up

intricate rituals - 3k word pre-canon blackhands, ed kisses izzy while theyre fighting. rated mature

alliance of necessity - 8k word pre-steddyhands fake/pretend marriage (youll never guess which two), autistic izzy. rated gen

40 orange glaze - 7k word pre-frenchie/izzy, izzy steals the crews birthday cake, the crew wants it back, frenchie is into astrology. autistic frenchie + jim. rated gen

dimension 20

the parables of pseudo-lapin (or: how i learnt to stop worrying and love the bulb) - 31k word kerapin, far future post apocalyptic scp nadox and the mekhanite/sarkicism au, sarkic lapin, mecha keradin, they adopt swifty. rated teen & up

was i your knight in shining armour // just a step to climb? - 3k word kerapin, keradin takes lapin to see the sights of comida on the eve of the grand tournament, is gay. rated gen

centricide

pachka sigaret - 600 word leftist unity drabble, tankie smokes with ancom, is gay. rated gen

unbroken || brave again - 2k vent fic, ancom deals with the aftermath of trauma. tankie helps, as much as hes able. rated gen

bash the fash - 2k authunity filth. rated explicit

>2YOU CANNOT STOP iT” - honestly i dont know how to sell this one i was really high when i wrote it and dealing with gender thoughts. 700 words ancom character study i guess. rated gen

far cry 4

roll here in my ashes - 8k word sajay, prince ajay is assassinated, then brought back to life by the necromancer sabal, is gay. rated teen & up

rough surf on the coast, i wish i could've spent the whole day alone (with you) - 2k word sajay, sabal tries to get ajay to come back to kyrat with him, trans ajay. rated explicit

bouquets & bruisemarks - 1k rajay soulmate au. rated teen & up

radio complaints and grievances raised - 700 word rajay, pagan calls in to radio free kyrat. rated teen & up

let there be damage ensued and tabloid news - 2k rajay, mirror to the last fic where ajay catches the broadcast. rated teen & up

misc

cold case - skyrim, 1k ulfric/male LDB oc. stream of consciousness blood on the ice au where LDB is the killer, werewolf LDB. rated mature

mercy no more - hamilton (dont look at me), 700 word ‘if i could trade his life for mine’ deal-with-a-devil au. rated teen & up

sayonara, shithead - 800 word adaptation of a rp with a friend, hanzo overwatch comes out as a furry to a kpop oc, is rebuffed. rated teen & up

#feel free to ignore this if it comes up on your dash #new pinned innit

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

hello! im not usually active on here (i use twitter more) but i stumbled on your asks while scrolling through my feed and after reading some, i realized that we have the same stance on chapter two. when it was announced that each member would be releasing their own solo album, i was super excited. ive loved everything each member has put out before including collabs and their songs on soundcloud so, of course, i was excited to see what this chapter had to bring! looking back, i have no idea how my feelings abt this changed so much.

it was definitely after face that i started to get a bit tired with all the releases but i still streamed and kept up with all the content because i truly do love all their solo works and wanna give all seven members my full support. i was definitely a bit overstimulated with how much individual content we were getting, which could be why i started to feel these things, but ive always shown my support.

although im vmin biased and adore the layover album with my whole heart, i definitely think layover era was definitely my breaking point. twitter has become so insufferable and has just created a space so negative that its hard to even enjoy anything. i was so excited for layover but everytime i would go on twitter, solo stans would be tweeting nonsense and comparing numbers and its just all too much. this has been a problem ever since chapter two started but i never saw how bad it was until now and its honestly heartbreaking. i miss when there was no division between the members and everyone was supported equally among the fandom. ive spent a lot of time on twitter and would just block solo stans and call it a day but its come to the point where its impossible to just block and ignore bc theres way too many! chapter two has definitely fueled their narratives and given them more confidence for some reason but i truly hope theyre gone when 2025 comes around.

even some fans have started acting like solo stans but hide behind the fact that theyre heavily biased. theres clearly a difference in how armys treat the members and it definitely shows more with how they treated each solo release which is just disappointing. i understand people have different music tastes but would it hurt to act excited for a member that you supposedly love?

ive never noticed this before but this chapter definitely showed some armys true colors. this chapter also did an amazing job of fueling solo stans and their narrative that their favorite could go solo and leave bts behind, which is completely untrue and none of the members would actually want that. because of this, twitter has become such an uncomfortable space and has definitely made me less excited abt future solo works which ive never thought would happen since i love new bts music.

im definitely gonna take a break from twitter until jin comes back but for now, i really do wish i was able to enjoy chapter two without such negative feelings. i was truly very excited but looking back, i see how rushed everything was and although im glad each member was able to shine in their own way and explore with different genres, sometimes i wish this chapter took a different approach or just never happened. im hoping this feeling goes away when bts are fully seven again but i dont know. i just felt the need to let that out since ive been feeling this way for so long that i started to feel guilty bc ive never had such negative feelings towards bts before.

and of course, this is no hate to bts! i love my boys and have gone all out for all solo releases. im more just ranting abt army twitter and how they kinda ruined this experience for me which isnt the boys faults at all.

Your feelings are valid! You don't need to feel only positive things about people you love. Think about the people you love most that you know personally. Have you never been disappointed in them, with or without reason? Have you never been irritated by them, irrationally or righteously? Have you never wanted distance from them, because you wanted space or because you were upset with them? People only have these kind of unrealistic expectations about love when it comes to their favorite celebrity. Having mixed feelings about people you're close to, or even love, is just life.

Fandom is a large part of being Army - I mean, it's right there in the name -, of course bad fandom experiences can "turn you off" from the group. Before this blog actually started to resonate with some people, I wanted to delete it and hated myself every time I posted because I felt that all I did was spread hate - even when it was more political and not really about BTS themselves. I felt so alone and it was hard being a fan. Then, because of my Jikook and Jungkook posts, more people started following me and interacting with me - for example, sending me asks like this - and everything changed. Now I know that if I don't like something, I can share it, and someone will most likely feel the same way. It makes a world of difference...

I don't think I was ever that excited about chapter 2 tbh. And, unlike you, I definitely was disappointed by most releases. Most of it grew on me over time though, and I genuinely appreciate everything BTS has accomplished in chapter 2. I had so many mixed feelings about Jungkook, and still regularly get annoyed and disappointed, but when I see everything he's been able to achieve... like having the fourth most streamed song on Spotify this year??? With 3 months of tracking? Being the first Asian act ever in the top 5?? That's crazy. His music is so loved, and he's done so many cool things... I wouldn't trade solo era for anything. I really believe they needed this. There was always so much talk about BTS having no individual branding, and everyone wondered how well they would do solo - I'm sure BTS themselves had these thoughts about how they'd manage on their own - and now we/they know. They did great!

Obviously, chapter 2 made solos worse and fueled petty competition between the members, but I don't think it was that bad? These issues have always existed in the fandom and I don't believe chapter 2 made things that much worse. I still see so much support for OT7...

Honestly, I'm OT7 but I love Jungkook way more than the other members... I only streamed for Jungkook because otherwise I didn't have the motivation to stream songs I didn't want to listen to that many times. I think it's impossible to expect everyone to have the same energy towards every member. I listened to every song and album in chapter 2, and watched most of the performances, but with so much content, I couldn't be bothered to keep up with most of it. I have, like, 10 Jungkook lives as well as radio interviews and other videos of Jungkook to watch still.

Another point, I think it's easy to get caught up in fandom battles. I found myself pitting JK against Jimin, for example, because I saw so much of it and maybe I'm naturally competitive? You just get sucked into the bullshit as well. Even if you're not a crazy toxic fan, Twitter can change you.

Sadly, solos will still be around in 2025, and a lot of them will still be crying out over mistreatment and other bullshit. Now the members have "legitimate" solo stans too - ie. people who became fans during solo era and didn't bother checking out, or liked, the other members.

There was definitely so much content that it was overwhelming, but that's BTS tbh. I've just been a fan since 2019, but I was only not overwhelmed with content in, maybe, 2022?

This post kinda got away from me, but, yeah, take a break from Twitter, don't feel bad for feeling tired and overwhelmed with all the content (what Army isn't tbh), and my ask box is open anytime you want to vent!

Thanks for the ask!

#ask #bts #text #thanks for the ask!

[noblechaton]

big rambly gwitch finale post before bed

holy fucking shit dude what a finale like damn okay

I love love love the way the show gradually ramped up from the almost whimsical vibes of the first episode to the shock and horror of the finale - how it called back to and felt more in line with the prologue than anything else in the series to that point. adore how they handled the gradual build up. the animation’s so much fun to watch and the soundtrack really hits when it wants - that hug in ep 11 with that backdrop could have made me legit cry if it lasted a lil longer lol

and Suletta UGH my girl Suletta....did not expect for things to get as real as they did in regards to her and how close I felt to what she went thru lmao like her wandering around mishearing ppl and believing herself useless to the same ppl she thought were her friends bc she was in a big time slump like....ouch ok dont come for me like this but also just. everything else about her too. her wide eyed optimism and devotion to the friends she makes. I love my tanuki girl so much I only want the best for her and miomio

speaking of here is where I’m gonna spout a stream of thought about what the fuck is going on with All That in that I have no fucking clue as to what exactly the deal is - Suletta’s been at times very childlike to this point and so Prospera giving her the mere suggestion, a nudge of sorts while she was in shock, like I could totally buy it if its just a bit of gaslighting but also what is up with her eyes?? they really focused on that shine when Prospera was talking to her so like....is her mind being controlled? we still know so little about Prospera in the present and even less about the true nature of Suletta. is she really Eri from the prologue? or is she a clone of Eri that’s basically able to be controlled by her mother? or an Eri made obedient thru mind control of some sort?? or is everything post-credits and how she acted after what she did just her sorta mentally reverting to a happier state of mind due to trauma?? some sort of conditioning reapplied each time she sees her mom or a mental shutdown?? how deep does it go if it goes anywhere at all??? 

like she went from a panic attack to a Suletta Splat in no time flat so something has to be going on there right but the what of it all eludes me still. hope whatever it is that my girl will be okay  

really hope we get a solid episode or two devoted to like. Unpacking Everything There since I can’t see Miorine not being scarred bc I mean damn that visual near the end with the bloody hand and the darker lighting mirroring the end of the first ep’s brighter lighting - her hero come to save her, yet now twisted and darker. but also can’t see her being like. mad at or broken up about Suletta’s actions for too long especially if she comes to realize that one way or another the swat was not Suletta in her right mind. it was the Suletta she knows yes but not Suletta I feel if that makes sense. I get the feeling that Suletta doesn’t even really know what she did here - in her mind she was living by the gain two code and doing as she’d said in staying by Mio’s side and saving her again but in a far less innocuous, romantic way well maybe there’s still some romance in there if ya like that sorta thing thats gonna put a massively interesting twist on their relationship going forward I feel

but speaking of the pairing I love that they seem to really be leaning towards Sulemio as the proper canon pairing and hope they do commit to it and that we get a proper love confession at least - both bc I adore the pairing itself and bc I don’t like Suletta with any of the guys lol - while I’m super excited to see where Guel goes from here after his oopsie fucky wucky with y’know the whole blade thru his own dad thing lmao. kinda feel like I’d be cool not seeing the Earthian terrorist group again if only bc I found them a sudden thing and did not care for Sophie in particular at least atm since I’m sorta over her character type but I’m sure they’ll be cool later I’m just sorta over the quirky killer girl lol

anyway this was fun to ramble about expect me to do so again as the show lingers in my brain and if I’m not annoying in the meantime then I’ll be super annoying when it comes back in April and/or whenever my Suletta/Aerial/Miorine kits finally get in. whichever happens first really

but gotdamn she fucking squished a guy dude

#spoilers for gwitch in this btw #the noble from mercury