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shywitchyfangirl · 2 years

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A Sibling Heart-to-Heart: Dimentio x Reader

My entry for @thereaderinsertlady‘s Underrated Character Event. This is my first ever real published fanfic. Feedback is appreciated but please have mercy. Also please know that this is less of a traditional X Reader and more of a “How would Dimentio and Shadoo cope after the reader saved them?” I’m a sucker for hurt-comfort and I will not apologize.

“You shall return to me, accursed Shayde. There is no escape. You shall pay for your actions. And they shall pay with you…”

Dimentio awoke with a gasp as he’d grown well accustomed to in the past few months. As the horrific image of the Underwhere retreated once more from his waking mind, he yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Once upon a time, even this relatively tame nightmare would have him screaming and sobbing until Shadoo and/or [Y/N] came to console him from his hysterics, but he was pleased to find that, as with all things in his long, long life, he’d gradually grown desensitized to even these nightly trips back down to the depths. At least, his waking self had. If only his dream self would grow bored of his futile pleas for mercy then the whole matter would be settled. But then again, it isn’t like his real self had ever grown numb to what he’d suffered down there…

Brushing that unpleasant thought away before it could take root, Dimentio shuffled out of bed and began preparing for the day. No point in trying to sleep more, he’d just see her again, and the later he slept in and the more night terrors he had, the greater the odds of Shadoo sensing one. Then it’d be all “Dimi, why didn’t you tell me the nightmare wards aren’t working?” and when he explained that they actually are working because usually his dreams were much worse, she’d just give him that horrified look that had sadly stopped being hilarious after the fiftieth time. Alas, why must even the most lustrous of gems lose their shine with time?

Of course, what he really wanted to avoid was [Y/N] finding out. They never took well to hearing about any slight misfortune he suffered. Their heart was soft like gourmet butter spread upon a warm English muffin, and they never seemed to understand that, compared to what he’d suffered in the Underwhere, even the most disastrous of events was as pleasant as a free trip to a luxury spa. But then, what did he expect? This was the magician who had seen the would-be destroyer of reality serving his just sentence in the Underwhere and been mortified by what they saw. The one who had offered their own soul as collateral in exchange for his freedom. The one who would be dragged down to the depths along with him if he ever set a toe out of line again.

They hadn’t been lovers then. He’d have understood if they were. Knowing [Y/N], he’d have even understood if they were complete strangers. But they knew who he was. The whole multiverse did. And yet, they’d rescued him, taken him in, and nursed him back to health and sanity despite his constant protests. They’d even tracked down the sister he’d long thought game-overed. They truly believed that, given the chance, he could do better. He could be better.

So, naturally, he’d fallen madly in love with them.

Dimentio had such mixed feelings about his new lover’s sweet and gentle nature. On one hand, he could think of no one better suited to lead his literally damned soul to redemption than someone who was nothing less than a Nimbi themself. The thought that they might be his new destiny, fate’s way of amending the damage inflicted upon his mind by that accursed book, comforted him more than he dared to speak aloud.

And yet…

Dimentio wasn’t blind to his sins. He held no delusions that his actions, no matter how necessary and justified, were anything less than vile, despicable, sadistic, and unforgivable in the eyes of all who saw him. He knew perfectly well that his soft-hearted darling would never look him in the eyes again if they knew the true depths of his villainy. His mere presence defiled their purity. He had no more business by their side than he had in the Overthere itself. He was their antithesis in every conceivable way.

They wanted to save worlds, he wanted to destroy them.

They were a Nimbi.

And he was a Shayde.

Dimentio glared at his reflection in the mirror. As charming and handsome as ever, but of course it was a lie. This body he now resided in was nothing but an artificial shell, created by [Y/N]’s magic in the image of how he’d looked in life. It changed nothing of what was inside. His soul was still cursed, its fate sealed not by Queen Jaydes’ judgement, but 3,000 years ago by destiny itself and the book that had dubbed him the Dark One. No amount of magical makeovers could change the fact that he was a game-overed man walking. And it certainly couldn’t change how eager Queen Jaydes was to bring him back under her nonexistent mercy, and drag the savior who’d dared to steal him from her right down with him.

With a bitter scowl, Dimentio slammed a fist into the mirror… only to yelp and cuss as he shook out his now throbbing hand. The mirror, of course, was completely unharmed. Artificial as his new form may be, it was still just as physically weak and frail as the rest of his former tribe. Now feeling embarrassed on top of everything else, Dimentio stomped down the stairs, muttering things that brought new meaning to the phrase “pardon my French.”

“You really need to stop this daily brooding, it’s making you grumpy,” commented a voice in his head that was definitely NOT his own.

“Get out of my head, Shadoo,” Dimentio snapped, doing his absolute best to give the mental impression of a death glare in his sister’s general direction.

Dimentio somehow felt his sister mentally rolling her eyes at him. “Well don’t brood so loud then. I can’t hear my own thoughts over yours.”

Dimentio was not in the mood for this. Time to take things out of her domain and into his own. With a wave of his hand, Dimentio tore open a cubic portal in space, on the other side of which the entire rest of his tribe was sitting at a table eating cereal. Shadoo shot him a deadpan look. “Dimi, the dining room is 5 feet away from you.”

“Well then come out here and roll your eyes at me in person instead invading my brain like a catchy advertising jingle for cheap bubblegum,” Dimentio huffed, stepping through the portal and grabbing the box of cereal with indignity.

If there was one singular thing Dimentio could thank the Pure Hearts for, it was restoring his sister to her true form. The teenager was back to how she was in life, as though the past 3,000 years had never happened. Dimentio didn’t know why or how the Pure Hearts had restored her, but apparently they’d also somehow restored the lost Nimbi princess, as Queen Jaydes had taken great joy in rubbing in his face. No doubt they’d also whisked the count and his fiancée away to the safety of some far off world and even restored her to her human form for good measure. Miracles abound, happy endings for everyone. Whoopdie-tap-dancing-doo.

“So…. what’s wrong?” Shadoo asked, watching Dimentio pour entirely too much cereal into the bowl she’d set out for him.

Dimentio glared back at her, taking care to completely empty his mind. The question was a trap, she obviously didn’t expect him to answer. However, she would be quick to snap up any thought that flickered through his mind as a result. “Nothing you need to worry about, Shady.”

“Of course,” Shadoo deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. “That’s why you won’t let me see any of your thoughts. Because nothing’s wrong.”

“Or perhaps I simply don’t want my nosey little sister digging around in my brain like a shopper searching for something watchable at the bottom of the discount movie bin,” Dimentio snapped, teleporting a milk jug from the fridge.

“I only read your mind because you read my diary,” Shadoo chided with a sassy wave of her spoon.

“I only read your diary because you read my mind,” Dimentio countered. “How else could I level this horrendously uneven playing field between us?”

“Level the playing field?” Shadoo frowned, tilting her head in confusion. “I can read minds and create illusions. You have a whole private dimension full of things I can’t reach even if I know about them. How do you think I have the advantage?”

Dimentio smirked, resting his head on a floating fist as he took up a spoonful of cereal. “My dear sister, on the battlefield of sibling rivalry, do you really think my little secret hideaway trumps your ability to know my every embarrassing thought?”

Shadoo thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Touché,” she conceded, before taking a bite of her cereal.

For a few moments, the two ate in companionable silence. Then, Shadoo ruined it. “It’s about [Y/N], isn’t it?”

“Could I have my thoughts to myself for five minutes?!” Dimentio shouted, nearly spilling his cereal.

Shadoo smirked. “I wasn’t reading your mind. It was obvious. But thank you for confirming.”

Dimentio growled at Shadoo, filling every ounce of his mental capacity with a vivid image of an obscene gesture. Unfortunately this only seemed to make Shadoo even more smug, and she grinned wickedly at him as she stood to take her now empty bowl to the sink. “You really like them, don’t you brother dear?”

“Shadoo, we are both over 3,000 years old. Don’t you have anything better to do than to gossip about who I ‘like?’” Dimentio sneered.

“If we’re so very old, then why are you moping around your room like an angsty teenager?” Shadoo countered, radiating victory as she rinsed her bowl.

Dimentio allowed the smallest mental space for him to be annoyed with himself. She was right. She was right and he hated it. This wasn’t him. The brother she grew up with was suave, collected, and always in control. Time had only heightened that trait, as even the most shocking of events lost its edge in the grand scheme of all he’d been through. He’d even faced the agony of game-overing with a spiteful grin, and now here he was, as emotional as a high school girl sobbing on the school staircase after catching her prom date making out with her best friend. Stars above, when did he become so weak?

Oh right. When he had them, of course. [Y/N] and Shadoo. It had been 3,000 years since he’d last cared about literally anything, and now he had two. His mask was getting ripped off, and he no longer recognized the person underneath it.

“Dimi…” Shadoo cooed soothingly, no doubt sensing his frustration as she approached him and gently rubbed his back. “You know you can tell me anything. I understand what you’re going through.”

Whoops.

Before either sibling could process what happened, Shadoo was knocked to the floor, with Dimentio standing over her. Shadoo stared up at him with a mixture of shock, indignation, and caution in her mismatched eyes. Dimentio in turn stared back down at her, his signature grin slowly returning to its rightful place on his face as something began to unravel deep inside him. Something that he’d kept tightly wrapped for months. It almost felt good to let loose again.

“Dim-” Shadoo started, only to be interrupted by a low chuckle from her brother. A chuckle that grew and grew into a mad, uncontrolled cackle. Shadoo’s eyes widened and she shuffled back slightly as her stomach dropped.

“Oh, so you understand me, do you, Your Highness?” Dimentio sneered.

Shadoo winced, then scrambled to her feet, a bubbling fury beginning to fight back her unease. “Wha- How dare you!” she snapped back. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Dimentio cooed, a sadistic glint in his eyes. Some last screaming fragment of his rapidly drowning sanity told him he had no reason to antagonize his own sister like this. However, at the moment, he couldn’t help feeling a lot like how he had when he’d stood at the precipice of game-over and decided on a whim that all of reality should plummet with him. “Did I hit a sore spot? My, it must be oh-so-very hard being you, carrying the burden of a traumatic past that almost no one knows about or could ever hope to connect you to. Honestly, it’s a wonder you get out of bed every day, having to face a world that sees you as an ordinary teenage girl and nothing more. My poor, poor sister.”

Dimentio had barely finished his cruel taunt when he found himself now shoved to the ground in Shadoo’s place, his sister trembling above him as she struggled not to ruin her hateful glare by crying. Somehow, this only served to renew Dimentio’s crazed laughter. “I-i-is th-that what you think?!” Shadoo sputtered. “That this has been easy for me? I... D-do you think it’s easy knowing that I destroyed our tribe? I still have nightmares, same as you!”

“Oh PLEASE,” Dimentio huffed as he floated up off the floor. “That thing wasn’t even you. Your hands remain as clean as a collectable figurine saved unopened in its box and stored away forgotten in a dusty attic.” Dimentio narrowed his eyes, his grin suddenly slipping from his masklike face. “You couldn’t begin to understand.”

“Dimen-”

“Shut up.”

“No, I-”

“Shut up!”

“You shut up!”

“No, you!”

“Shut up, you stupid jerkwad!”

“Get out of my face, you obnoxious brat!”

“Self-absorbed buttface!”

“Go play with your imaginary shadow friends, you pest!”

“I’m telling father!”

“You’ve got nothing on me, you glorified goth wannabe!”

“FAAAAAAAAATHEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!”

Silence.

For what could have been two seconds or two years, the siblings merely stared at each other in increasing horror. Eventually, Dimentio took the lead, awkwardly clearing his throat as he dropped back from the air to his feet. ”A-anyway...”

Shadoo, still stunned in place, watched silently as her shaken brother returned to his seat and resumed blankly shoving soggy cereal into his mouth. Finally she shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she reclaimed her seat across from him. Shadoo stared directly into Dimentio’s eyes, fiery determination flashing in her own. “What don’t I understand?”

“Shubbub” Dimentio mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.

“Tell me, Dimi.”

“Mmmrrph!”

“Tell me!”

“For flip’s sake, Shadoo!” Dimentio slapped the table hard in frustration, once again yelping as his hand took far more abuse than the wood. He took a few seconds to scowl at Shadoo as though she were somehow responsible for his hand’s continued abuse. Shadoo, in turn, made no effort to hide her smirk.

“Despite your impressive efforts to convince me otherwise, I know you’re not stupid, Shady. It shouldn’t need to be said that your distant past sins pale before my present ones like a flickering candle held before an actively erupting volcano. One of us cannot leave this pocket dimension for fear of being brutally murdered by every sapient being in the entire multiverse, and the other one went shopping for cute dresses yesterday. We are not the same.”

Shadoo narrowed her eyes at Dimentio, and he could almost sense the indignation radiating off of her, as though she were offended he’d even think about downplaying his emotions around her. Mistress of Minds, indeed.

“That’s not what you’re upset about,” Shadoo stated plainly.

“Oh? It seems like perfectly valid reason to be upset to me,” Dimentio deadpanned in return.

“It would be, for most people. But you’re not most people.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You’re too stupid to be upset about that.”

“Well screw you too, dear sister.”

“I know you too well, Dimi. You’re a smug, over-confident, self-absorbed asshole. And the most powerful dimensional magician to ever live. You’re not upset about the angry mobs because you’ve probably already snuck out 12 times.”

“15 actually.”

“And I know it’s not just guilt because some part of you still thinks you were justified in everything.”

“I still don’t see how I landed in the Underwhere while that so-called count got to live happily ever after. I wasn’t the one who tried to trick a group of trauma victims into mass-murder-suicide by promising them their wildest dreams. I was at least going to give everyone what they wanted. And frankly with me controlling the Chaos Heart the-”

“Dimi.”

Dimentio blinked, then shoved the last of the soggy cereal in his mouth, making a point to casually stare at nothing off to the right so as to hide the blush rising on the pale side of his face.

“So what is it.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Dimi.”

“It’s none of your business!”

“I know it’s about [Y/N]!”

“YES IT’S ABOUT [Y/N]!” Dimentio snapped. “It’s about them and it’s about you!”

Shadoo winced slightly at the sudden outburst, but did not retreat, silently bidding him to continue as she watched him with sympathetic eyes.

“I don’t care what happens to me,” Dimentio sighed, teleporting his bowl to the sink with a snap of his fingers. “I’ve had 3,000 years to master the art of watching my own back, and if I do get recaptured then so be it. I’m not blind to what I am or what I’ve done, and I’m prepared to sleep in the bed I made no matter how many nails Queen Jaydes filled it with. I don’t regret my choices. I knew what the consequences would be when I made them.”

Shadoo nodded, hoping her brother couldn’t see the pain in her eyes. As much as she begged him to be more open with her, it always stung hearing him say such things when he was. Which sadly was probably why he usually wasn’t.

“But you two...” Dimentio finally returned his sister’s gaze. “You were not part of that decision. I had nothing to lose when I gambled my game to attain godhood. But now that I’ve already lost, I have two things. Two people at risk of paying my debt.”

Shadoo felt the table vibrating beneath her hands, and noticed that her brother had started trembling. His apathetic façade was rapidly falling apart, replaced by an expression of fear and despair she hadn’t seen since they’d put up that nightmare ward.

“Do you have any idea how scared I am every time you leave Dimension D? I can protect myself, but what about you? What about [Y/N]? What if someone figures out that you’re my sister, or that [Y/N] is my lover who dragged me from the Underwhere where everyone agrees I belong? What if an angry mob ends [Y/N]’s game and they get sent to the Underwhere in my place because rescuing me is the second worst sin imaginable, second only to being me?”

Dimentio’s eyes widened in growing hysteria.

“What if- What if I do something? Something bad? Bad enough to ruin that deal they made with Queen Jaydes? I’ve been the Dark One for 3,000 years, Shady, I don’t know how to be anything else! It would only take one second, one wrong move, one stupid thought and we’d both be screaming at the bottom of the River Twygz for all eternity. They don’t deserve it. I do but they don’t! And neither do you! You shouldn’t be in danger because of me! I’m just a walking timebomb ready to blow up everything I love and-”

Dimentio snapped out of his crazed ranting as he felt something press against him, and realized his sister was hugging him. Or... no, not Shadoo. She was still sitting across from him, giving him that smug grin she always wore when she tricked someone into confessing thoughts she already knew they had. So then who...?

“Dimentio...”

[Y/N].

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how scared you were. If you want we could discuss protective spells or regular check-ins or whatever will make you feel better. But I’m not worried about you, okay? I trust you. You’ve already come so far, and I’m so proud of you. You should be too.”

It was too much. How did they always know just what to say to break him? He was already exhausted from his outburst at Shadoo, and now this. Defeated, Dimentio buried his face against [Y/N] and quietly sobbed. He was just too tired to rebuild his shattered mask today.

“Thanks for calling me over.” [Y/N] shot Shadoo a conspiratorial smile.

Shadoo winked. “Thank you for taking care of my idiot brother. Perhaps we’ll make a functional adult of him yet.”

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tagarilaghost · 2 years

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YOO I MADE IT IN TIME!!! The underrated character challenge thing!!! HERE IT IS!!

Of course. I had to do King Boo. Anyways for this challenge I wrote a oneshot about King Boo‘s point of view in the Luigi’s Mansion series. Mostly with OC‘s and my own headcanons of what happened between certain events. This part is from one of the last missions from Luigi’s Mansion: Dark Moon.

Originally I planned just a oneshot for this, but I might write new parts in the future. For now, enjoy my entry for @thereaderinsertlady s challenge!

I have no idea how you can like cut off the text on my phone :,)

A Different View Of The King Of The Boos

Part 1: A Different View Of Bravery

I‘m brave. I‘m a brave king. I do this for my people. Isn‘t that what I‘m supposed to do? Protect them? Save them from all the dangers out there? I have to strike back. I have to strike him down tonight.

My preparations are almost complete. I ordered as many strong ghosts as I could inside the Paranormal Dimension and once I give them a signal, the humans are doomed. My armies of the dead will launch at THIS GODDAMN PLUMBER, like stomach-empty vultures waiting for their crawling prey. No matter what he does, he‘s a dead body already.

Nothing will change his sealed fate.

And when he‘s finally gone…

…EVERYONE will cower in fear, as this pitiful world collapses. On their knees, they‘ll bow. Before me.

„Sir, I have a question.“

I look to the Boo, floating left of me.

Right behind him is the gate to all of my dreams. The golden gateway as I like to call it. This rising half-moon out of pure gold, hold in the air by two massive golden pillars. The place where I will create a portal, so powerful, that everyone I so carefully escorted in there can launch out of it at once!

„SIR! Are you listening?!“, Boolt exclaimed.

„I am listening. We do not need questions right now. You may ask them later, Boolt.“, I gift the grimm Boo a blank stare, „Is everything in perfect order?“

Boolt tightens his dark-red bandana.

„Yes, your majesty. The troops are ready and our army will launch when you give the signal.“, Boolt salutes, but puts the noble gestures quickly aside,

„Your majesty, you know I won’t debate even a tiny bit about your decisions, but are you sure, that you want to release everyone at the same time out of that portal?“

I growl and my focused visage changes to a menacing grimace.

„Why does it matter? With such a force… I WILL FINALLY STRIKE THAT BLASTED PLUMBER DOWN!!“

„With all due respect, it could lead to a collapse of this whole world, sir! We all could vanish!“, he counters and I almost loose it. HOW DARE HE to even QUESTION my choices!

„SILENCE! You heard me, Boolt. I WANT THAT PLUMBER DEAD and I will do EVERYTHING in my power to make him. Now GO and get out of my sight, he‘ll arrive shortly.“, I order and instantly regret it. Boolt is my most loyal and probably closest friend. The least I can do is consider the options he so carefully presents to me.

They all rely on me after all.

„… As you wish, your majesty. Just… be careful.“, he bows and floats away.

„I will.“

As the loyal Boo leaves, no noise dares to interrupt the showdown that is about to begin.

I‘m thrilled to end it once and for all.

The door swings open.

HE steps inside. His steps make a horrible racket. So loud and creaky, that even the stupidest mouse would flee out of sight.

Then he sees me.

I know that he must have seen me, because he stopped. He‘s just so predictable.

And fun~!

That‘s it. He is right behind me. If I turn around I‘ll have to look at his idiotic little face. But…~ I would see all the scars that I brought him. I would just swell over with lust. Lust to end this game forever. Lust to win.

I laugh. This is ridiculous. I laugh again.

Why does this confrontation make my feelings so intense?! Normally I can control my emotions. Why won’t they listen to me now?! I can’t stand it. Why is it so IMPORTANT to me?!?

I laugh for the third time. My crown starts to glow and I see sanity drift away from my mind. There‘s only vengeance left.

As I fire purple lighting, the portal comes to life. When I fly in there, the human world will realize their wrongdoings and finally plead for mercy, as I tear every last of their belongings apart without even moving an eyebrow.

There is no place left for empathy or sympathy.

They took EVERYTHING from me. Now is my time to take everything from them.

With one final laugh, I fly into the portal and give Luigi a side-smirk, full of lust for a fight, vengeance and triumph.

This…. will be your last taste of life.

Enjoy it. While you still can.

#king boo #luigi #luigi's mansion #boos #luigis mansion #boo #nintendo #mario #my stuff #luigis mansion dark moon #underrated character event #a different view of the king of the boos

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jade-palette · 2 years

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Humanoid Dimentio design.

I had a good idea of how I wanted him to look. So I went and drew it. Key features:

High heels

Fangs

Elf ears

A corset

One of those ruffle shirts

And a hollow knight looking cape.

Arms? Whose she?

Might draw him again

Here’s some sketches and the portrait thing.

It has also come to my attention that I do NOT have any idea how to draw a corset.

After some consideration I am tempted to give him some sort of undercut?? But keep the general idea of half neat, half floofy hair.

apart of @thereaderinsertlady event.

#spm dimentio #spm #dimentio #Dimentio fanart #underrated character event

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clowninground · 1 year

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I may or may not have started to hyperfixate VIOLENTLY on a game about a villain turning a wizards girlfriend into a hamburger

#Mago: The Villain's Burger #Mago #animation #this took me all day to make and i have no regrets whatsoever #video game clowns live rent free in my head #underrated character event

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maid0evil · 2 years

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So this is for @thereaderinsertlady Underrated Character event. I decided it would be better for me to post this earlier rather than later due to me moving into a new house the new few weeks.

So this guy here is the titular character from a very underrated PS1 game called ‘Jersey Devil’. It’s about said character, the Jersey Devil (or as fans nickname him at times JD) saving Jersey City from an evil scientist, Dr. Knarf.

For some reason, the game isn’t as recognized as other games, but the few fans it has treasure it a lot. There’s also the fun way of making Jersey your own character since he’s...kind of a blank book. Sometimes people make him a goofy carefree hero, others a stoic and quiet guy coming to terms with his devil hertiage, sometimes a mix of the two, and sometimes even being the descendant of the original Jersey Devil (which the game was based off loosely).

Over all, this guy is a real underrated gem~ I hope you like him readerinsertlady~!

#underrated character event #jersey devil #jersey devil game #Ps1 jersey devil #event #jersey devil ps1

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cnl0400 · 6 months

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Something that bothers me Is that everytime one of the "trio" Is given spotlight, the same old discourse happens of "do you want them to be dateable?" And Some people answer that No, because "they will take Time of the other cast" I'm sorry but having more or less characters isn't part of the problem. Look at season 1 of OG, and any event before the side characters became dateable. The problem Is the devs playing favorites, even If w still had 7 characters, the same problem would still be there.

Giving Thirteen a kiss scene will not rob of Beelzebub of an spotlight or giving Mephisto a hug of Asmodeus having screentime. The problem Is Mammon having 3 spotlights this year when we still have characters that haven't had one. The problem Is the devs pushing Lucifer as the center of the universe in the Main Story of NB. Why do you blame the characters that barely appear of robbing you of something that they aren't giving you anyways?

#post0400 #idk I just get tired of this everytime raphael/Thirteen/Mephistopheles appear and do something in the lesson #I assure you. if they didn't exist their screentime would just be given to Lucifer/Mammon/Levi... not your underrated fav #idk why this fandom always has to fight when a character who barely appears is given spotlight #because even if this post is about the trio the same thing happens with other “side” characters #like barbatos having the fangol event isn't whats robbing you of Beel having the SL. even if I agree that Fangol should be a Beel event #they're games with bigger cast that manage ot just fine. the problem is that the devs don't know how to administrate their time #but you could cull half of the cast and the problem will still persist

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non-fantasy · 3 months

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Hello!! I saw your post about the game you're making - it sounded fascinating, and out of curiousity about a genre I don't know much about I got into a visual novel/dating sim related rabbit hole.

If you don't mind my asking, do you have any recommendations? VN or datesims or both! or any adjacents too.

(thank you, and good luck with the game!!)

YIPPEE!!!

i'm a huge fan of it gets so lonely here because it does a lot of cool things with the narration and multiple playthroughs. her tears were my light does similar things with the multiple playthrough thing and it was the first visual novel to really open my eyes to what the genre could be like! and because apparently today is horror yuri day i will add liar liar and liar liar 2. the artstyle is very cute! and there's blood!

for less horror yuri and more dating sim, i am currently completely obsessed with tokimeki memorial girls side 1-3, the dating sim/visual novel/stat-raising hybrid that inspired a lot of otome games—— and for good reason, too, because it's JUST THAT GOOD. i almost exploded something trying to play the fourth game but i will not let that stop me

in pure visual novel, i have to recommend heartbaked, it was one of those games i played in my free visual novel frenzy when i was younger and it really stuck with me! i still think about the radley ending.

i adore adore adore pacthesis games and i would love to direct you to my number one favourite and inspiration, number days sim date, because the intertwining of plot and romance and friendship was wonderful. xolga and mr toko is more point and click but check those out too

i love you was REALLY GOOD and i adored it. if you want proactive women and blushing boys this is the game for you! kill them with blushing right now

senpai please look at me was good!!! i love it! absolutely worth sticking around for all the bonuses! very short and sweet and you will love it

sweetest valentine is a game. in a genre called :). if you don't know what :) means don't worry about it!

play yuki 4p for lesbians and its sequel, scheme, for even more dumb lesbians. i am absolutely begging you to click those links because the names are too long for me to type out and i don't know if googling lesbians scheme will bring you to the masterpiece properly

hermes and gry is REALLY FUNNY but also one of those games that opened my mind to how complex the ren'py system could be. you made a map, a constantly-updated journal, an inventory, and the best damn ending ever? i was screaming when all my evil schemes came together. absolutely 10/10 worth it if the creator wants my liver i'd hand it over

hot coffee is SO SO SO good that i ended up reaching out to the creator just to praise it so much please play it please i'm on my knees please

speaking of games i am begging you to play

absolutely play i want to pursue the mean side character and my sweet zombie!!!! tsun is a great artist and the stories are good and you have to have to have to have to play okay!!! tsun is also making i just want to be single which is so so so cool the game of the year every year and it hasn't been released yet and you need to become. a fan okay because aro pride is right now

#thank you anon it really was delightful to hear that you liked my game even before it was released!#i wanted to recommend no-good noelle but. apparently the creator just went offline?? sad #there was also our life beginnings and always which is very acclaimed and i loved the demo #but i haven't finished the full game so i don't want to recommend something i didn't finish #xoxo droplets is also good but it's half free half paid and i was focusing more on free stuff that is underrated #(p)lanets and heartstring bugs are also games i played years ago that i'm fond of #but like in a nostalgia kind of way.#it was absolutely wild to play tokimeki memorial girls side and realize that heartstring bugs was so heavily based off it tho #like it wasn't copying characters or settings but the stat raising and events and clothing system were all drawn from it #special shout out to corrine cross' dead and breakfast which isn't a visual novel or a dating sim #i just like it #i also need to clarify that her tears were my light is not like HORROR horror but like. existential gay nightmare kinda deal

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i need fgo to acknowledge servants horses more

#achilles isn't enough i need to know how each servant is around their horse(s)#i think that duryodhana has two main steeds and would have a hard time controlling them for when he's being petulant #highest ranking older mare (12-16) + her offspring (4-8) the older one would have a stubborn and calm temperament who doesn't respect duryo #and her daughter would have the same kind of chill but would be more playful and curious. dur is talking with his brothers & she trots over #starts nuzzling and sniffing his clothes because she's bored. duryo keeps talking but starts petting her #i also think duryodhana has instinctively good balance and he's good at multitasking so showmanship-like riding comes to him easily #but he's shit at all horse maintenance. especially hoof care; he's convinced his girls are going to kick him and doesn't want to even try i #but he wants good care for his horses so he watches over the servants tending to them. bossy yet incompetent duryodhana 🥰#we know georgios is a good owner but i think he likes rein maintenance & spends a fair amount of time making sure bayards armor is spotless #lalter gives out snacks more easily than her counterpart (going after the wild hunt takes energy! llamrei is a good girl!)#percival is great with horses in general and he enjoys taking care of them and will help out any other knights if they're having trouble #ashvatthaman is (un)surprisingly really good with young stallions. he's not afraid of them at all and will scold them for their mean deeds #horse tries to eat his clothes or nibble his hair and he's like. oi stop that you bastard. and the horse listens (will eat his hair later)#prince of lanling is very thorough with horses getting enough feed and water and will make sure they're well rested #arjuna is like. the main character of a horse movie. he's emotionally sensitive with them & bonds with horses easily (who sense his worries #works really really hard to be good at riding and wants to leave no room for mistakes. really aware of his posture at all times #we had dogy event please give me hors event... horses cute and underrated<-most biased man talking

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aztecbrujeria · 2 years

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Fall Into Madness...300 Follower Collab!!!

About:

“All creation is an act of madness, a subtle insanity unmasking ourselves in order to break mirrors, telepathic accidents in dissent of the known.” - K.M. Douglas

To celebrate 300 followers, with my immortal love, I want to know your darkest sins. Feed my fiery lake of Hell and let yourself succumb to the sins that live within.

Rules:

18+ to join (MINORS PISS OFF).

Please tag all works appropriately and before pieces.

Accepting ❤️‍🔥NSFW/👹DC (These will appear with these Icons)

Minimum Requirement : Hmmmmm you pick hehe!!

Fandoms:

ANY!! JJK, HQ, Kaiju No. 8, Gangsta, MHA, Yaoi, Genshin Impact, Whatever your heart desires!!! (I write for multiple and underrated characters)

How to Join:

Send an ask with the CHARACTER + NSFW OR DC + AU/TROPE/MONSTERS

Please rb after your submission has been added to the m.list

Due Date:

NONE!! Take your time, enjoy your sins, and let me add you to my circles of Hell!!

Remember to tag with #Descent into Sin Collab

JJK:

👹 Belladonna - Necro Toji x Reader - @aztecbrujeria

#Descent into Sin Collab #Aztec 300 Follower Event #300 followers omg you guys are amazing!!!!#jujutsu kaisen #kaiju no. 8 #Gangsta #bnha #mha #Hiakyuu #Castlevania #2d men #husbando #Waifus #mdni #genshin impact #underrated characters #bleach

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ssso ik that reg. requests are closed buuut i also seens that you like rainbow friends and was wondering if you could write hcs for.. any of them? im so desperate for content lol, any amount of hcs would have me satified for the rest of my life tbh. also while im here in your inboc, id like to say that i love your works :D

You are. Very much correct that I enjoy RF 😔 and that there's little reading content of thems. I shooouldn't be doing requests rn but since you asked so nicely and the underrated character event is going on (aug 1st-3rd) aaand since I'm obsessed with them I figured I should go ahead and write hcs for them. I did a mix of general hcs and x reader hcs for all of the friends, sooo I hope you enjoooy! Also, I wasn’t sure what order to write them in so I got @tvccreator and @cottoncanderino to give me some colors lmao. Under the cut bc it's long!

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Purple x Reader - General Headcanons

Almost all of the Rainbow Friends either speak in growls, hisses, snarls, or something else animalistic, having their own unique language. Purple has a raspy voice, mainly using hisses and low tones to speak. Purple knows how to speak a little English, but the Friends' vocal cords aren't well equipped to speak a human language so it ends up sounding off. Each of them have their own style of speaking, but it didn't take too terribly long to figure out what they were all saying.

Purple goes by they/he pronouns, but tends to like nonbinary terms better. Though, they absolutely adore pet names, such as sweet pea, cupcake, honey bun– the list goes on. It makes them melt a little to hear you use such endearing terms with them.

They typically stay in the vents since it makes them feel safe and warm– not a whole lot of people can squeeze themselves into the small nooks and crannies of the metal pathways. But when you came around, they slowly got used to being out in the open, sticking close to you.

Purple likes cuddling with a warm body– you, but it took them a while to get used to at first. With how they were shaped, it was a struggle to figure out a comfortable position for you and them. They used to cuddle with Green during a bad night, but eventually stopped, figuring that he didn't like cuddling with them... which couldn't be further from the truth, but they didn't figure that out until much later.

While cuddling with you, Purple likes to trace shapes along your back, ranging from geometric symbols to letters. They did it lightly so it was hard to tell what shape they were doing sometimes, but you've caught them tracing 'I love you' on a handful of occasions.

Purple will eat dog food like the rest of the Friends do, and most of the Friends don't really mind the taste of it, but Purple'll sometimes will sneak 'real food' out of Red's pantry or steal a few bites from whatever you're eating.

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Green x Reader - General Headcanons

Since Green is very much blind and can't see anything, he often lets you lead him through the building. He has a pretty firm grasp on where he is most of the time, but furniture and objects move around on occasion and ends up getting him confused. Before you came along, he'd use his hands to feel things out, but it's much faster to let you lead him through the halls.

Green absolutely HATES bath time... well, it's more like shower time since they don't really have bath tubs, but he just dislikes the process in general. Blood tends to get grimey and sticks to his skin, and it's a pain to wash it off after handling an intruder. There has been many-a time where Red would have to chase and corner him before dragging his ass to the stables where the larger showers were, chaining him until he was squeaky clean, but he'll be less hesitant when you offer to help him rinse off.

Unlike most of the Friends, he communicates through... party horn noises. And sometimes squeaks. He doesn't quite use their shared language, so it takes a while to piece together context clues and body cues on what he's saying from time to time. He'll get frustrated when someone doesn't understand him after a minute or two, and on occasion, he'll just give up on trying to finish what he was trying to say.

Despite having difficulty in communicating, Green enjoys being around people, either listening to them talk or simply laying near them. It's hard to tell when he falls asleep– his googly eyes aren't real, so he ends up startling people when he 'speaks' up. It certainly startled you, but you've... somewhat grown used to it.

On a few occasions, his hand will drift to people's chest while they're talking. He doesn't do it in a sexual or romantic way, though– he just likes feeling the vibrations of when someone talks. It comforts him in a way, being able to feel the buzz of another person's voice.

Usually he's able to tell if someone is an intruder or not, and rarely he mistakes the Friends and you as an enemy. Of course, when his arm snakes towards someone in a menacing manner, they're quick to warn him who they were and he realizes pretty quickly before anyone gets hurt. He... feels incredibly guilty about it afterwards. This happens to you and Red more than anyone else, since the both of you sound human-esque while walking.

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Yellow x Reader - General Headcanons

Yellow, in typical '''bird''' fashion, likes to create nests. He has his own nest in the amusement park dedicated to him, sure, but he also likes to make nests in the facility too, gathering up all the blankets and compiling them into one dark corner. He likes to drag you to his nest– albeit nervously– and simply snuggle with you.

Since he doesn't really have... feathers, his skin will get dry and crackily when the atmosphere is dry or when it gets extremely hot. The facility stays a fairly chilly temperature, but he doesn't like to stay indoors for too long. Although he can't quite fly on his own or without support, he likes being outside. He goes through a bottle of lotion a week during the hottest month, and a bottle every two weeks for the coldest month. Otherwise, he manages to be skimpy with the lotion. There's some spots that are difficult to get to, so he'll either get you, Red, or Orange to help. Despite having conflicting personalities, with him being shy and nervous and Orange being, well, Orange, they're pretty good friends. He's also very good friends with Cyan too, but she... doesn't really have the arms to help him out.

Yellow will use his beak to open things... even things that aren't supposed to be open that way, such as pickle jars and jars of spaghetti sauce. Like Purple, he also raids Red’s pantry, but tends to get caught more often than not.

He often has nightmares and night terrors, and it'll take him a while to calm down from it. Calm and kind words usually will bring him down, but it still takes a considerable amount of time.

Yellow sleeps longer and better when it's cold, curling up in his nest and not waking up unless it gets warmer or until a certain amount of time has passed– which usually is somewhere around a day or two.

He isn't too big on physical affection other than snuggling, but he certainly won't say no to a kiss... although, he'll be extremely embarrassed, stuttering and fumbling over his words a lot more than usual.

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Orange x Reader - General Headcanons

Orange likes to stick to his cave, only going out when there isn't food in his bowl. The automatic feeder in his cave needs to be filled every other day, and Red'll forget from time to time. When that happens, though, you typically go get him some food... uuunless you forget too. When that happens only does he seek out food outside of his cave. He would go through Red's pantry like half of the other Friends do, buuut he's too short to open it.

He doesn't really mind that he's the shortest Friend... most of the time. He HATES asking for help to reach something, or when he gets teased about how tall he is.

Although he can't speak a human language, he has an almost southern Cajun accent, talking loudly and cutting off certain words. He also will talk a lot, telling you short stories or anecdotes about things that may or may not be true. "An' they said tha' I couldn't read th' darn thing! And... I mean, I can't read, but still!"

Orange isn't the best cuddle partner. He wiggles and worms around in his sleep, and will sometimes kick or bite! Though, he does like to sleep with a blanket over him and lay near people. Since it's difficult to get up on the ledge he sleeps on, you'll invite him to come lay down with you atop a thin but large mattress you found in storage.

Whenever Orange gets excited or happy, his tail will wag... And, when he gets sad, feels guilty, or upset, his tail will lower or go between his legs.

Orange will eat things that he's not supposed to. Sometimes it'll be edible things like bugs or coffee that Red tends to leave in places and forgets about it. Other times he'll gnaw on rocks or bones and accidentally swallow them. He'll be fine for the most part, but feels awful for a few days and ends up laying near you until he feels better.

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Blue x Reader - General Headcanons

To communicate, Blue uses a variety of grunts and rumbling noises, but he tends to use wrong tenses and omits certain words entirely. Despite this, it's still fairly easy to understand him. "Why use many words? Is pointless. Fewer words better." When he does speak, his deep voice will send vibrations down anyone near him, giving off a mildly calming sensation.

While sleeping, injured, or very happy, Blue will purr. It's an incredibly easy sound to fall asleep to, and he purrs the most when cuddling with another person. He also gives off an incredible amount of warmth, making him the best cuddle partner out of everyone.

His button 'eye' can come loose if enough force is put on it, usually sending him to tears. It really doesn't feel good! When it comes loose, he either goes to Red or you to fix it since he... can't really fix it himself. His little nubs aren't able to do much when it comes to small things... and things that require thumbs.

Blue tends to sleep more often than not, taking several hour-long naps during the day and sleeping through the entire night. Though, food tends to wake him up... or tickling, but he doesn't like being tickled all that much. Something about unwillingly laughing weirds him out.

Sometimes, Blue will just... do some things without thinking of the consequences. Saving you from being bitten by Orange? Okay. He'll punch Orange. You have a bag of popcorn? Okay. He'll eat the popcorn AND the bag. There's an intruder? Okay. He'll go find them, make a mess of their corpse, then go back to sleep. Your legs are tired and cramping? Hmm... that's a tough one, but he'll pick you up despite any protests and let you sit atop his shoulder. It was either that, or force you to rest for a while... with him, of course.

For the most part, Blue doesn't wear any clothes... However, on the rare occasion, he'll wear a shirt or two that you've bought for him. Since he's so big, you have to get the largest size, but it only ends up... mildly snug on him. He's worried about accidentally ripping it and would like to wear clothes more since it can be comforting to him, so he ends up not wearing most of the things you get him, even after reassuring him that it was okay if something ripped.

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Cyan x Reader - General Headcanons

Cyan is, most certainly, not a morning person... dino... creature. Regardless of what she is, she'll get grumpy if woken up too early, even if you are the one to typically wake her up.

Her tail flicks or sways when especially irritated, though it does wag if she is happy or excited, just like Orange's tail. There are a variety of things that she enjoys, such as playing around with you or one of the Friends, smelling new things, or head pats.

Cyan can't see all that well. For her, everything seems extremely blurry, and she sometimes mistakes the Friends as intruders just like Green does. It helps if the thing is moving, but she still struggles to distinguish certain objects.

She absolutely despises the dog food she gets fed, but still eats it anyway. She would raid Red's pantry... if she could see where it was and could open it. She got close just from smelling the unique foods, but hasn't quite discovered it yet. You end up giving her your food more often than not– except for chocolate, since she's allergic.

She isn't as big on physical affection as Blue or Purple are, but she still likes to sleep near other people, especially you. Sometimes, you'll catch her staring blankly at you, and she had to explain that she was trying to mentally print all the details of your face in her little brain just in case her vision becomes worse... which definitely didn't make you cry. Definitely not!

It took her a while, but she eventually has become very protective over you. She'll get worried if you're away for too long, and will sometimes sleep on top of you like a mother hen would to her eggs. If she hears that there's an intruder, she'll spend most of her time protecting you instead of going out to find whoever broke in.

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Red x Reader - General Headcanons

Red... takes a significant amount of time to warm up to people. He's usually cold and mean, and it doesn't help that he doesn't interact with humans all too often. He once was a human, but his humanity and morals have slowly slipped away from him... at least, it seemed that way for the longest time. Turns out, he still has plenty of personality and cares a lot– he just has a LOT of issues and doesn't know how to show that he cares.

He typically wears a black suit, button-up shirt, tie, black slacks, and his lab coat, even while sleeping... however, he absolutely adores the shirts with a single phrase on them, such as 'I simply can't right meow!' with a cat image on the front, or 'I like the sound you make when you shut up,' or even the badly translated shirts– he has one that says 'make horny so round' with an octopus on the front... Though, he gets really embarrassed when other people see him wearing one of those shirts, so he hardly wears them. In combination with those shirts, he likes to wear boxers with cute little objects printed across it, such as lemons or polar bears. He'll wear the shirts and boxers around you, but only on extremely rare occasions.

Due to his obsession with checking cameras and making sure nothing has burned down as well as working himself to death, Red barely gets any sleep. At most, he'll take a few two hour naps and get back to what he was doing beforehand. You've worked with him a bit on that to where he sleeps longer, but he still stays awake until he can't anymore. Though, if he stays up for too long, you'll sometimes drag his ass to bed and make him go to sleep.

Red has many scars, which is the main reason why he'll usually wear clothes with long sleeves and pants... even during the summer. Most of his scars come from mechanical related incidents where he screws up and gets hurt. Although he is good with things relating to science, he isn't the best with mechanics. He has one large scar along his back from when he was human and in college; he... got run over by the campus bus. Free tuition, but at the cost of agonizing pain that can only be cured via hard pain killers.

When he has free time– which ends up being the days where he's in debilitating back pain, he'll watch Korean romance dramas on his phone with you in bed. Most of the time they're not dubbed in English, so he has to hold the phone up close so you and him can read the subtitles. He dislikes blankets– they make him feel itchy, so he ends up half-cuddling with you for warmth.

He is incredibly stubborn. Even if you ask him to do something for his own benefit like... going to sleep for once, he just won't do it. He'll do what he wants, whenever he wants... which irritates you to no end. After a certain point you've started to force him to do things, such as wearing comfortable clothes, eating regularly and not skipping meals, as well as making sure he takes a shower... all the things he SHOULD be doing but doesn't do since he's 'busy' or 'doesn't have time to do.'

He had a past relationship ship with his 'business' partner, but he doesn't like talking about it... which makes you think that it ended sourly. All he would say about it was that his partner thought he was going too far, and... that's it. You guessed that his partner left him, but aren't entirely sure. He seemed to have loved his ex, but was left bitter about how things ended. You've seen one old photo of his ex, and he seemed... fairly cute. You sometimes wished Red would talk more about him, but regardless of what happened, you don't push on the topic.

Although Red acts like a tired, annoyed father more than half the time, he doesn't want any actual kids. He thinks all of them are little snot-nosed brats, even after you tried to convince him otherwise. Though, if you do ever have a kid with him, either via test tube baby, adoption, or something else, he'll probably grow into it and care for them irregardless. Would he be good at it? Probably not. Would he at least try to be a decent father? There's a sliiim possibility.

Though he won't ever admit it, Red is incredibly touch-starved. He'll hardly initiate anything, but he'll lean into hugs and cuddle with you. He can't really kiss you back, so nuzzling his face to your lips is the next best option.

It has taken a lot of work to finally be close to him and be considered as his romantic partner– to the point where you believe he was scared to get into another relationship. It seems like he has mild abandonment issues. However, you don't blame him for anything, letting him go at his own pace most of the time.

#reader insert #underrated character event #can you guess who's my favorite? lmao #rainbow friends #rainbow friends red #rainbow friends blue #rainbow friends green #rainbow friends yellow #rainbow friends purple #rainbow friends orange #rainbow friends cyan

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tvccreator · 9 months

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Underrated Character Event 2023: A Game of Bat and Mouse - A Not-Necessarily-Romantic Vlad III (Apocrypha)/Reader fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48983449

You miiight have made a mistake challenging the Berserk Lancer to a game.

An entry/submission/what-have-you to the Underrated Character Event hosted by @thereaderinsertlady! Hope you guys enjoy!

#underrated character event #fate grand order #fate apocrypha #lancer of black/vlad iii #i love this man so much #please for the love of god give him a happy ending #he deserves it so much for all the hell he's been through

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i-like-eyes · 2 years

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Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

#asks #ask game #art ask game

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i’m drunk, i love you

↪˚ summary: with only a day before graduation, you make a promise that you will not only graduate from university, but also from your feelings for your best friend of seven years, jeon jungkook.

↪˚ pairing: film student!jungkook x med tech student!fem!oc (named sola)

↪˚ genres: heavy angst, unrequited love, jungkook as an isko agenda, set in the ph 🇵🇭

↪˚ warnings: this story is fiction. it does not represent the members of bangtan or any of the idols here in real life. all resemblance to real life characters, institutions, associations, places, events, among others are either purely coincidence or depicted in a fictitious manner only. there’s really no warnings for this story other than it’s a self-indulgent fic to get me back to writing. the smut isn’t that severe. just kissing, nipple sucking, and grinding. this is based on the film, i’m drunk i love you, which i highly recommend you watch. i didn’t alter much of the plot & scenes bc i think they’re already great as it is, but i did tweak a bit here and there. i hope you enjoy! let me know what you think by reblogging/commenting. ♡

↪˚ total word count: 5,784

You were never quite the believer in love at first sight, but what you felt that night was the closest thing to that feeling.

He was one of the freshmen performers during your orientation, singing Adam Levine’s Lost Stars. Like the entire audience, you were captivated by his heavenly vocals and charisma as he performed on stage with an acoustic guitar one of the seniors lent him. Not only that, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t bad looking either—quite the opposite, really.

However, after the orientation, you didn’t get to see much of the dark-haired handsome boy. You were studying at UP, the biggest state university in the country, and so your paths were bound not to cross. Until, your older cousin, who was a senior at that time, invited you to eat dinner with him and a couple of his buddies after seeing you strolling around campus alone. When you arrived at the eatery, you not only saw your cousin Yoongi’s friends—Yijeong and Woosung—you also spotted the boy who hadn’t left your mind since you saw him over four months ago at that time.

You sat across from him and you tried your best not to freak out as Yoongi introduced the both of you. Apparently, he had already known Jungkook because he was the younger stepbrother of his other friend, Namjoon. During the course of your dinner, you and Jungkook didn’t really talk much. But you would muster up the courage to ask him some basic questions such as his program, why he went to UP, if he joined any orgs yet, etcetera. Jungkook was polite enough to answer your inquiries.

He was a Film major. He went to UP because everyone in his family went to UP so it was the most obvious choice for him and he was a member of the Film society. In return, Jungkook asked the same set of questions. You were a pre-med student, Medical Technology, to be exact, and you went to UP because it was your dream school. You were also a member of the College of Arts and Sciences’ student council.

After your meal was finished, Yoongi entrusted your care to Jungkook as they were going to meet up with some of their friends and you were both living at campus dormitories anyway. So, you hopped into his old army green Toyota Rav4 and needless to say, the ride back to UP was awkward. So, to get rid of the awkward silence, you asked if you could play some music. He said sure and handed you the aux cord already connected to his stereo. Once you had the other end connected to your phone, you played one of your favorite songs—Waltz of Four Left Feet by Shirebound and Busking.

To your surprise, Jungkook also knew the song and just like that, the awkward silence was gone and you became inseparable ever since.

Music became the bridge that connected you and Jungkook. Whenever you would hangout, it was always your topic—your favorite artists, songs, original scores in films, best albums, underrated artists, overrated artists, the current state of music, everything. He also became your gig buddy—seeking out mainstream and indie artists you both liked and going to their live performances downtown bars, jam packed arenas and stadiums.

But your favorite would always be watching him perform. After his performance at the orientation, he naturally became one of the popular students at UP. He wasn’t popular like a celebrity or an influencer, but heads would turn whenever he walked around campus. Also, he still had the luxury of privacy on his side, but if you looked at the right places, you would find small accounts on social media dedicated to him. He didn’t care for the attention, though, and just went about his day as normally as possible.

His performance did land him some gigs here and there. You found it cute whenever he’d turn to you to ask if he should accept the invitation or not, and you would always tell him to do whatever he wanted. Most of the time, he accepted, especially if it was at Route 96, a historic venue for aspiring musicians.

It was here that he performed the first song he wrote by himself called Still With You. It was also during this performance that you began to see him in a different light—quite literally. He was performing with the bar lights off, only the lights on stage and the spotlight illuminated the entire establishment. When the spotlight on him turned purple, you felt a whole new admiration for your best friend. It wasn’t the “Oh god I’m so proud of my best friend” kind, rather it was the “Oh fuck I’m in love with my best friend” realization.

But like every other story where someone falls in love with their best friend, you kept your feelings hidden, hoping someday it would go away. However, you soon realized, once you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, there was no going back. It was a rabbit hole.

The more you spent time with him, the more you fell in love with him and all of him—from the way he smiles to the sound of his laugh, how he would always annoy the shit out of you when you were supposed to be studying to how he would remember small things about you like your favorite snack at the vending machine, how you’d be the first to know his test results to how you’d be his first audience for the short film they needed to produce for that semester, how he would lend you his jacket when you ate bingsu because he knew you’d get cold easily to how he’d send you random memes he found funny out of the blue.

It was so easy to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook. Thus, everyone else did too. For seven years, you watched on the sidelines as he dated several girls and loved them how you wished he’d love you.

“In one day, you can finally lay your hands on Jungkook,” your best friend, Mingyu, teased as he took a sip from his beer.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, head resting on your palm, elbow propped on the wooden table in front of you, a bottle of beer in the other hand. You were bordering on getting tipsy now as you had been drinking since you arrived at La Union with Mingyu and Jungkook in the afternoon. You didn’t even know why you agreed to your best friend’s idea of going to the province for a music festival when you had your graduation—the very graduation that was seven years in the making—on Sunday.

“Fuck you, Kim Mingyu,” you told the honey-skinned man across from you with a chuckle.

“What? Let this be your final test before finally graduating. Are you ready?” a lopsided grin appeared on his handsome face.

Under the orange light, Kim Mingyu was easily one of the most handsome men you ever laid your eyes on. He was also tall, well-mannered, smart, capable, had a stable job while being a med student, and the textbook definition of a walking green flag. In another life, you could imagine yourself falling for him instead of Jungkook. But in the current universe you were in, he was one of your trusted friends who had known about your crush on Jungkook since first year.

The waiter arrived to bring you your order of another bucket of Red Horse beer. Mingyu took a bottle from the silver bucket and opened it. “Happy horse for the happy whore,” he told you as he handed you the fresh bottle of beer. You gave him a middle finger. He laughed. “What? Am I not right?”

“You’re the whore,” you replied. “I saw you with that cute chinito by the beach earlier. What happened to Mino?”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his ex—or you believed was his ex. You never really know with Mingyu and relationships. He was the complete opposite of you. While you were a hopeless romantic at heart, he didn’t believe in love—or so he says.

“Seven years,” Mingyu mused, glancing towards the beach. “You didn’t stop falling in love with your best friend. Now, it looks like you don’t even plan to stop.”

You sucked your teeth, tracing the water around the bottle due to the ice with your fingers. “Do I just throw it away?” You weren’t sure if you were asking Mingyu or yourself. “We make a good pair.” You laughed to yourself.

“Except?” Mingyu pointed out the harsh reality.

“Except,” you took in a shaky breath. “He doesn’t love me back. Maybe.”

Mingyu sighed deeply, looking at his watch. “Time check: you still have your hopes up.”

“It’s still early,” you argued. “I still have two days. Just give me time.”

“Give me time?” Mingyu repeated, taking a sip from his beer. “What the fuck are you talking about, Sola? The universe has given you all the time. But you did nothing.”

You groaned, throwing your head back as a realization hit you. “Fuck, Gyu, I just—I just realized. Is it right that we’re here? Was it the right decision to come here? My mom’s gonna be so mad once she finds out I’m in La Union.”

“It’s all you. You’re a raging masochist,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway. Let’s just play a game. Let’s enumerate all the things you did with Jungkook. Those are seven years worth of memories, Sola. Game?”

“Game.”

“What year did you first meet Jungkook?”

A smile immediately creeped up on your face. “2017.”

Mingyu waved his hand at you. “Wow! You can do math! But I just thought of something—instead of just general memories. Let’s make them specific. Let’s list down all the stupid things you did for Jungkook for seven years.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” you let out a scoff, drinking your beer.

“What? Now you can’t remember?” he challenged.

You clicked your tongue. “Fine, you stupid bitch. Ask away.”

Mingyu grinned. “2018.”

You hummed before saying, “Jungkook was heartbroken that year. I was back at home and he was at UP. But I rushed into the city to be there for him. I remember because I was supposed to attend this baptism with my parents but I snuck out and got an earful from my mother the next day. I was completely hungover too because Jungkook and I went bar hopping the entire night.”

“Jesus Christ, Sola.”

“Don’t judge me. It was my decision, okay?”

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Okay. 2019.”

You stared at Mingyu, laughing as you recalled the memory. “2019. Me and Jungkook walked from UP to Aurora Boulevard just to tell me how Song Areum became his girlfriend.”

He shook his head. “2020.”

“2020—he was sick. I had an exam that day, but I quickly answered it so I could buy him his favorite, Tapsilog from Tapsi ni Vivian, before it ran out ‘cos it runs out quickly, right?” Mingyu nodded. You licked your lower lip then let out a small laugh. “But when I got to his dorm room, his roommate already told me Areum brought him to the university hospital. And I failed my exam ‘cos I didn’t answer the back part.”

“2021, go!”

“I loved him for four years now and counting. Is that good enough?”

“Okay. I’ll accept it. 2022?”

“2022—I’ve been in love with him for five fucking years already, fucking shit!” you exclaimed, feeling the alcohol in you boosting your confidence.

“Okay. We’re in the last year, girl. What about in 2023? What was the stupid thing you did for Jungkook last year?”

You gulped. “I’m two years delayed.”

Mingyu exhaled deeply. A moment of silence settled between the two of you. Then, she asked, “Sola, it all boils down to this: when will you end this?”

You sat up straight, taking a deep breath. “You mean when will I stop with my foolishness?” Mingyu nodded. You purse your lips. “Maybe when I’m done with UP. When I’m done with UP, I’ll graduate from everything—including him. Especially him.”

When you got back to your shared room with Jungkook and Mingyu, you were already tipsy. You almost fell face flat on the floor when you opened the door, feeling lightheaded, but luckily, your best friend was there to catch you.

“You’re drunk, Sola,” Jungkook chuckled deeply. You could smell his expensive cologne—the one you bought for him for his birthday last year and it brought a huge grin on your face, knowing he wore it. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m fine, Guk. I’m not that drunk. But I do need to sit down,” you said followed by a set of giggles as you let Jungkook walk you to the bed you shared with Mingyu, and then you threw yourself on it, back against the mattress, arms spread like an eagle.

Jungkook sat down beside you. “Are you still mad at me?”

The question seemed to sober you up instantly. The truth was—you could never stay mad at him. For anything. Sometimes, you’d think he could do the most painful and hurtful thing to you, deliberately, and you would still forgive him even if he wouldn’t apologize.

“I wasn’t mad. I was just… I just wished you would’ve told me the real reason why you wanted to come here,” you replied softly, biting your lower lip.

“Would you have come? If I told you I wanted to go here because my ex wanted to reconnect—would you have come?” Jungkook matched your tone, looking over his shoulder to look at you.

Instinctively, your eyes also darted towards his. The lights in the room were dim, only the lamp, the light coming beneath the bathroom door, and the moonlight outside illuminated the room. Jungkook looked especially beautiful in the dim light—long black wavy hair all messy from his habit of running his fingers through it, hooded eyes staring at you like he was memorizing every inch of you, the gentleness of his features made him look like an angel in this light.

But then you’d see his dozens of piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and lower lip; his tattooed arm and hand, and the way he looked sexy as hell with his thin white long sleeved, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and his white beach shorts that hugged his strong muscular thighs, and you’d realize he was more of a Greek god than an angel.

“I’ll go wherever you go,” you told him, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know that.”

Jungkook lied down beside you and you felt your heartbeat racing. His tattooed arm was brushing against yours. His head was tilted, close to yours.

“Will you go with me to the moon?” he asked.

A small smile ghosted on your lips. “I will, Guk.”

“How about Saturn?”

“I’ll be with you there, too.”

“Law school?”

You turned your head to him. He was already looking at you. “Law school? Why?”

He brushed the hair on your face aside with his fingers, making you tense. But you kept your composure. “I passed UP LAE.”

“But,” you began. “What about film? I thought you didn’t wanna become a lawyer like your parents.”

Jungkook looked at the ceiling. “It’s not that bad. Being a lawyer. Besides, I like studying.”

“You’ve always wanted to become a director, though.”

“I’m not good enough for it,” Jungkook scoffed. “All my batchmates are already directing their films and showing them at festivals here and abroad—yet here I am. Still here.”

You turned on your side, propping your elbow to support your head as you looked at your best friend. It was rare for Jungkook to open up. Even to you. He was always someone who kept all his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. In the seven years you’d known him, it still felt like there was a wall around him that you never managed to climb on or punch through. For seven years, it felt like you simultaneously knew everything and nothing about your best friend.

“It’s not the end of the road, Jungkook. So what if they’re showing their films at festivals? You can do it too. At your own pace, in your own time,” you said. You wanted to reach for his face, to make him look at you, but you were scared. “You’re a great filmmaker, Guk. The best direk ever.”

He looked at you once again. “You’re drunk, Yu Sola. Go to sleep.”

He sat up, carrying your legs over the bed. You let out a groan. “I’m not drunk, Jeon Jungkook. Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” he asked, chuckling.

“You always cut the conversation when you’re beginning to open up. You always clamp up, Guk. I wish you didn’t do that. I’m your—,” you bit the inside of your lower lip. What right did I have to demand him to open up to me? “I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t clamp up. I just have nothing else to say,” your best friend replied with a shrug, fixing his hair as he looked in the mirror across from your bed. “Go to sleep. You’ll get a massive headache tomorrow. I’m just going to meet with Areum and her friends.”

Then, you blurted it out. It just happened. You didn’t even know how. You always had this grand idea in your mind to do it after the graduation ceremony, that way, you could immediately leave. That way, you didn’t have to see him all the time. You would have enough time to move on and move forward in your life.

But nothing in life truly went according to plan.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you confessed. Your heart felt heavy and you sat up, head hanging low as you picked on your nails. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. “I’ve loved you for seven years now.”

And you sobbed, burying your face in your hands. Then, moments later, you felt your hands being taken away from your face. You lifted your head and saw Jungkook kneeling in front of you, holding your hands. He let one go to wipe away the tears on your face, to tuck your hair behind your ear.

And then, ever so slowly, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you softly. A tear rolled down your cheek. His lips were soft while yours were chapped and wet from your tears, but he didn’t seem to mind. You were still in shock. This was not the response you expected. Not even in your wildest dreams but it was happening.

Jungkook held your face, tilting his head as he continued to kiss you more—only this time with more need and passion. Your body reacted. You began to reciprocate his kisses, hands wrapping around his wrists. He tasted of toothpaste and mouthwash.

He pushed you onto the bed, one hand remaining on your face while the other held your waist. Your fingers curled the ends of his hair. You could feel his growing member on your stomach and feeling it was enough to make your cunt wet. His lips then traveled on your jaw, down to your neck. You were breathing heavily as he nibbled on your sensitive skin, making a soft moan escape your lips.

His hand made its way under your shirt and your breath hitched, causing Jungkook to lift his head from your neck, and look you in the eyes.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he smiled, making your heart skip a beat. “Is it okay if I take this off now?”

“I—,” you were at a loss for words. Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true. But it was happening and you wanted it more than anything else. “Okay. Yes, you can.”

Jungkook peeled your shirt off, exposing your naked chest. You didn’t wear bras; found it too much of a hassle and you always hated the feeling. Instead, you wore nipple tapes.

“What are these, Sola?” Jungkook asked with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up.

“They’re nipple tapes, you dumb ass,” you replied, smacking his arm lightly.

“Okay. Do I just take them off, like, tape?”

He was adorably cute. “Yes, you just take them off like tape.”

And so he did just that. The coolness of the room and your arousal instantly perked your nipples. Jungkook took your breasts in his hands, massaging and squeezing them, making you arch your back ever so slightly. Then, he dipped his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while remaining to massage the other.

The sensation was simply divine. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system, your feelings for your best friend, or just Jungkook in general that made you feel so good at that moment. Your hands traced the outline of his toned biceps through his thin polo.

You were so wet and when Jungkook began to grind his hard cock against your clothed cunt, you felt another wave of wetness. You wanted him—all of him—and so you began to rock your hips against him, making him release a moan.

He lifted his head, staring at you with those doe eyes you have loved for seven years. “Are you sure?”

Those three words held so much. Once you crossed the line, there was no going back, and both of you knew that.

“I’m sure. I want this, Guk. I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear to make love to you the whole night. Once both of you came, Jungkook laid beside you, chest heaving. For a while, the both of you lay in silence.

“Will you be here in the morning?” you asked, turning your head on the pillow to face him.

He did the same. “I will,” he promised. “Go to sleep now, Sola.”

But he wasn’t.

When you woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. You sat up, burying your face in your hands. What the hell have I done? What the hell have we done?

You left the bed, entering the bathroom, and proceeding to take a shower. In there, you cried, because nothing was going to be the same after last night. You couldn’t blame it all on Jungkook either. You also made it happen. You desperately wished it was just a dream—another wet dream you had of your best friend—but the traces of his cum were still on your inner thigh.

It happened. There was no going back. Everything was going to be different now and most of all, you didn’t know if you still had your best friend.

When you finished showering and getting dressed, you made your way down to the beach. You had texted Mingyu while getting dressed and he told you he was there with the chinito you saw him with, Wonwoo. Arriving at the beach, you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, about to text the honey-skinned med student when you saw Jungkook with Areum in the water, his strong arms that held you throughout the night, now wrapped around her waist. Fits of giggles escaped her lips as Jungkook wrestled with her in the water, a huge grin on his handsome face.

Your heart shattered.

You quickly looked away, a fresh set of tears forming in your eyes. As you were about to turn away, you heard Mingyu’s familiar voice which caused you to stop on your tracks.

“Sola, hey, there you—what’s wrong?” The concern in his voice was palpable. You felt his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him.

“I—I finally told him, Gyu,” you said, taking in a sharp shaky breath. “I finally told him.”

Mingyu didn’t ask for more details. He knew. He led you back to your room, promising Wonwoo to text him later. Once you were back, you just cried on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything and neither did you. He just let you be until the tears finally stopped.

“I’m sorry I pulled you away from Wonwoo. He seems like a nice guy,” you said after a while, voice raspy from all the crying.

“It’s fine. We’ll be seeing each other often anyway,” Mingyu shared.

You looked at him, surprised. “Really?”

Your friend nodded, laughing to himself. “You know, all those times I teased you about your being a hopeless romantic and believing in love—I think it’s backfiring on me now with Wonwoo.”

“You love him?” you asked.

“I don’t know, Sola. But I know what I feel for him is different,” he answered. “It’s terrifying. How quickly someone can change your perspective on something.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

“What’s your plan now?” Mingyu asked.

You sighed deeply. “I think I’m going to head back. My graduation is tomorrow anyway. Do you mind booking the bus ride home?”

“I’m staying here, Sola. I—I want to be with Wonwoo more,” Mingyu confessed, smiling at you apologetically.

“Gyu…”

“Please be a friend to me now, Sola.”

You pressed your lips tightly. Then, you nodded. You wanted your friend to be happy.

“I’m gonna pack now,” you announced.

“Okay. Just text me if you need anything,” Mingyu gave you a hug and kiss on top of your head. “I want you to know I’m proud of you, Sola.”

Once Mingyu left, you began to pack. You didn’t bring a lot of clothes, but you were still biding your time. A part of you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay here and never graduate. But that illusion was quickly broken when you saw your mom’s contact flashing on your phone screen.

You sucked your teeth before answering, “Hi mom.”

“Sola? Where the hell are you? Why haven’t you been answering my texts? Your graduation is tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to it!” she exclaimed frantically.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m in La Union with Jungkook and—,”

“What the hell are you doing in La Union?! You better get back instantly, Sola. I’m not kidding. If you don’t graduate now, I really don’t know what I’m gonna do. It’s been seven years! Please let me graduate too.”

“I’m already packing and I’ll catch the bus home soon. I just—Mom, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time for the ceremony ‘cos—,”

Your phone was suddenly snatched from your grip. You looked up and saw Jungkook standing beside you.

“Hey tita, it’s Jungkook. Yes. Don’t worry. I’ll take her home. She’ll make it in time. Yes. We’ll be home before the ceremony, tita. Okay. Bye.”

He ended the call and sat down on the bed across from you, handing you your phone back. You grabbed it from him. “You don’t have to take me home.”

“I already promised tita I will,” he answered.

“You didn’t have to,” you muttered, folding your shirt.

Silence. Jungkook was just staring at you the entire time as you folded your clothes and packed them inside your bag. Then, he said those two words.

“I’m sorry.”

You bit the inside of your lower lip. What was he exactly for? For having sex with you? For spending the night with you? For not feeling the same way as you? All of the above?

As if reading your thoughts, he added, “For everything.”

You nodded. “You don’t have to apologize for anything,” you told him. “It’s not your fault you don’t love me the same way.” But why did you kiss me? Why did you make love to me?

Jungkook lowered his head. You zipped your bag. “Let’s go. I still have a graduation to chase.”

“What’s this?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed when you saw Areum standing beside Jungkook’s car with her luggage and bag.

“I’ll drop Areum on the way,” Jungkook announced, grabbing her luggage and putting it at the back of his car.

You pressed your lips in a line. “Fine.” You stepped into the back passenger seat, quickly grabbing your phone and earphones from your bag, and plugging it in.

Lowering yourself on the seat, you rested your head against the window as Areum stepped into the passenger seat while Jungkook sat on the driver’s seat. You caught him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t look back. Instead, you turned the volume up. Moments later, he began to drive.

You decided to sleep the entire ride. However, when you woke up, you immediately realized Jungkook wasn’t driving in your hometown. “Where are we?” you asked, taking one of your earphones off.

“I’m dropping Areum first,” Jungkook replied.

You frowned. “I’m the one chasing a graduation, remember?”

“Shh, just go back to sleep. Here,” he threw something at you—your favorite candy, Butterball, landing on your lap.

You grabbed it, tempted to eat it, but you threw it back at him and went back to sleep. By the time you woke up again, you were at Areum’s house. She turned to look at you, smiling.

She was really beautiful and kind. You began to feel guilty for hating her so much the entire time. “Congrats on your graduation, Sola. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Thanks Areum.”

After Jungkook walked her to her door, he came back to the car. “What are you doing there? Come here,” he said, patting the passenger seat.

“I’m fine here,” you replied.

“Sola, come on. Please? I drive better with you beside me.”

For the rest of the ride to your home, you sat beside Jungkook. Unlike before, where your car rides were filled with music and random conversations, tonight it was silent. You didn’t plug your phone into his stereo and you kept your eyes closed the whole time, listening to your music. Once in a while, Jungkook would try to make small talk, but you would only give him short replies, then went back to sleeping.

When you arrived at your family house, you stayed with Jungkook outside for a bit, both leaning against his car.

“It’s your graduation in four hours.”

“Are you not going to come to yours?”

“I don’t see the point,” Jungkook replied.

You nodded and pushed yourself off his car. “I’ll head inside. Thanks for the ride, Jungkook.”

He grabbed your arm before you entered the gate. You stared into his eyes. You couldn’t quite place what held them right now. Maybe you never really knew Jeon Jungkook after all this time.

“I’m sorry, Sola.”

“Why do you keep saying sorry? I told you—it’s not your fault and I’m fine. I’m over it now. See you around, Jungkook.”

You head back inside. Graduation was in four hours.

You wore a traditional Filipiniana dress, a pair of white heels that were already scraping the skin at the back of your feet, your mother’s pearls, and your sablay when your name was called. You came up on the stage with your excited mother, shook hands with your Dean, and finally grabbed your diploma. You always imagined graduation to be something so spectacular, but the moment you received the piece of paper that confirmed you had, indeed, graduated—you just felt the same.

After the ceremony, you went back to your house where almost all your relatives from your mother’s side were waiting for you. A tarpaulin with your graduation picture and the words, “Congratulations Yu Sola!” printed on it and hung outside your gate. You greeted everyone on your way, telling them thanks, before retreating in your room to change out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes.

While you were slipping on your shirt, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. When you grabbed it, you saw Jungkook’s message on the lockscreen.

Let’s go, it said.

You knew it meant one thing: a beer and butterball at Route 96. There was still a part of you that wanted to go because you always went when you received a message like that from Jungkook. It was always a yes when it came to him. But now that you confessed, something shifted, whether he admitted to it himself or not.

So, you put your phone in your pocket, and went down. But as you do so, you felt your phone vibrate again. You pulled it out of your pocket and Jungkook texted you another message.

Please? One for the road. I’m outside.

You bit your lower lip. Then, you made your way out. There, you saw Jungkook wearing his barong and sablay, leaning against his car like hours ago. He smiled as soon as he saw you come out.

“You still have it,” he pointed to your shirt.

You looked down on it and realized you had picked his shirt of all things. It wasn’t anything special; just something he bought at a boutique. But it meant a lot to you because he gave it to you after you spilled beer on your shirt years ago.

“You attended your ceremony?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded. “I thought you didn’t see the point.”

“I changed my mind.”

You wished you were just as quick in having a change of heart.

“One for the road?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “One for the road.”

“Shit, I forgot it’s Sunday. It’s closed,” Jungkook sighed, seeing the steel gate at Route 96.

“It’s fine. Let’s just go,” you told him, grabbing the beer he bought beforehand and making your way up to the bar. Jungkook followed behind.

You both leaned in the railing before you, beer in hands. Another silence.

You couldn’t believe this was the culmination of the seven years you spent loving Jeon Jungkook. You thought, after confessing, you would never speak again. He’d distance himself from you but here you were—having a beer with him at your favorite place in the world. You wished you knew what was going on in his mind right now. You wished you could dissect his mind and learn every thought he had ever since you confessed.

Because you never really knew Jeon Jungkook. You were just so in love with him and idealized who he was over the last seven years. Suddenly, all the stupid memories you shared with Mingyu flashed in your mind and made you laugh.

“What’s funny?” Jungkook asked, chuckling.

You shook your head, drinking your beer. “Nothing.”

He nudged your side. “Come on, share it.”

You took a deep breath and for the first time, you looked at Jeon Jungkook and saw him for who he was; not the man you have loved for the past seven years.

“I graduated, finally.”

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