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andysorbit · 1 year

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Man Enough (M)

Idol!Jaemin x slightly older fem!reader

I'm not being nice anymore. "Minors DNI" Andy got hit by an 18 wheeler truck carrying 30k pounds worth of instant Ramen so if you're a minor, you don't gotta get off tumblr but you gotta get the fuck off my shit.

This is dedicated to that stupid fucking anon. I was high as fuck when I wrote this, bitch. Suck my wiggley dick!!!

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink teasing, fingering, slight overstimulation, couch sex, jaemin's a smart ass, he's also a little full of himself

Jaemin leans forward and looks down at you. You hold his gaze. "Do you think I'm a child?" He asks you softly. "I never said that." You reply. "That's what Haechan said... he said that you think I'm a child. I mean... you did call me a kid. Different words, same meaning." Jaemin scoots to the edge of the couch, "Answer my question." You lean into him, and he pulls back, "Answer. My. Question." He repeats firmly. "I don't think you're a child, Jaemin. You're just younger than me and..." You trail off. "And you feel funny about that... don't you?" He says. You nod, "More times than not, yes. I feel very funny about it." You concede. Jaemin takes your hand and holds it to his chest, "You shouldn't. I know I don't feel any ways funny about wanting you." His voice is calm and alluring. "Why not?" You ask him. "Because I'm very confident that I can give you everything that you want and need." You hold his gaze and scramble to your knees. He takes your other hand and holds it to his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

"I think you're Jaemin's favorite journalist!" Mark laughs.

This is about the umpteenth time you've interviewed Dream and as always, Jaemin is thrilled.

He has stars in his eyes.

You smile, "Well, you guys are my favorite people so it definitely goes both ways," You say. Being a few years older than Jaemin is a problem- for you at least but it's a stone you're more than happy to you leave unturned.

Everything is going fine until Haechan lets it slip in his very broken English that Jaemin has it pretty bad for you.

Not being the best knowing when someone is attracted to you, you brush it off, "That's adorable. He's a sweet kid," You chuckle. It was a knee-jerk response and for the first time ever, Jaemin's bright smile wavers.

He isn't the first celebrity whose ego has been bruised by your rejection. He is, however, the first one to ask you to have dinner with him.

"I can't invite you to go somewhere nice... we won't get much peace and closing down a place for just the two of us feels so pretentious," he tells you. "It's fine, Jaemin," You say assuringly. He smiles.

As the other members make their plans for the night, Haechan lingers closely by, "Noona neomu yeppeo!" he sings as he gives Jaemin a smug grin. Jaemin ignores him, "So you'll eat with me tonight?" he asks. You nod, "I'd love to," You reply.

Later that night, you're sitting with Jaemin in his hotel room eating the best steak you've ever had.

"The uh... the wine I ordered is a lot later than it should be... I'm sorry, Y/n," he says sheepishly.

"No, Jaemin, it's okay. This is fine." You say with a smile.

You think back to when you first interviewed Dream and how much Jaemin's english has improved, "You've gotten really good at speaking English. How did you even have time to practice?"

Jaemin smiles, "I stayed up most nights and just kept working on it. I wanted to be able to talk to you more and not rely on Mark to tell you what I'd rather tell you myself. Having someone translate is fine but... I..."

He trails off for a moment, "It feels more personal like this. It's like... personally handing you a letter I've written instead of asking someone else to give it to you. I like it better this way. Plus when I talk to you, we only look at each other now. That's my favorite part."

You smile and look down at your plate, "That's really cool, Jaemin. I think it's better this way too." You say. "Yeah... yeah, it is," he agrees.

A knock on the door interrupts the silence. "Here we go," Jaemin says and stands up.

You hear the exchange and wait patiently. Your nerves almost get the best of you.

He comes back and sets the wine down on the table, "I'll get this open," he says and goes into the kitchenette.

You watch him through the cutaway bar as he searches the drawers for a corkscrew.

God, he's fucking gorgeous.

He glances up and holds your gaze, "Stop looking at me," he chuckles.

"I'm thirsty," You laugh.

"No, you're not! I gave you juice and I gave you water," he teases you.

"What am I? A baby? Juice and water? You're an awful host and I'm gonna tell the press," You say as you try but fail to fight not only a smile but the butterflies you feel in your stomach.

Jaemin finds the corkscrew and comes out of the kitchenette, "Tell them you're an awful guest while you're at it," he says as he stands over you to pour wine into your glass, "Say 'when'," he murmurs.

He smells so good. Like fresh linen and cedar.

For a moment, you imagine his scent surrounding you while he's pressing you into his mattress.

"Well, I'm gonna stop before I flood city," he says with a chuckle, "What's on your mind?"

He sits down then fills his glass halfway and sets the bottle down.

"Mmm... nothing really. I have interviews to do this coming week so I have to go over my questions. Y'know... make sure they're not stupid," You reply.

"You never ask stupid questions," he says.

You cut into your steak and realize you don't want to eat anymore.

You just want him.

His eyes meet yours and a hint of a smile brightens his face.

He knows you want him. "I think..." he continues, "You overthink things and you cause too much unnecessary stress on yourself. Nobody who's known for asking stupid questions would be as successful as you've made yourself."

You nod, "You're sweet," You whisper.

"Just honest," he says with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, Jaemin," You say.

"So uh... would it be too much to ask if you're free tomorrow? I know going out would be out of the question but... we could watch a movie or play games... I could even help you get ready for those interviews."

His eyes are eager.

"Yeah, I would love that," You reply.

Once you finish eating, you and Jaemin tidy up. As he calls room service for ice cream, you try not to let the pulsing between your legs get the best of you.

As Jaemin orders, he sweeps his long blond hair from his eyes and reaches out to touch your arm, "What do you want on your ice cream?" he whispers, "They have sundaes in those little boat things."

"Gimme the works," You reply with a smile.

He grips your arm softly, "Say 'please' you rude little thing," he whispers with a chuckle.

"Please?" You whisper as you pout at him mockingly.

He smirks, "Of course," he says and taps your chin with his finger.

Once the order is placed, Jaemin turns back to you, "Okay let's get to these interview questions while we wait," he says and gently guides you to the small living room area.

You reach for your purse on the coffee table and fish out your notepad.

"So old fashioned. I really think that's cool... nobody uses notepads except you," he says as he gently takes the pad from your hands and flips it open.

"Yeah it's just easier than using my phone. It's too distracting. Too many incoming calls and texts from the company. I can't stand it and do not disturb doesn't help because I find myself impulsively checking my notifications," You reply.

"Is that why you treat every interview like it's the most important thing in the world?" Jaemin asks.

You nod, "Well, it would be pretty insulting to ask you questions and not really hear you when you answer them," You say.

"Have you ever interviewed someone who made you wanna be unprofessional?" he asks.

"Why are you interviewing me?" You chuckle.

"I always have to answer questions but I never get to ask any... it's refreshing like this. Even if it'll never get published or posted online. Just feels good to... to learn about someone else for a change," he says then leans closer to you,

"Now answer the question."

You laugh, "Yes. I have. Plenty of times. The best way to be unprofessional and still stay face is to ask questions you know they don't wanna answer," You reply.

"Like that time you asked Jessi when does tanning just become blackface?" he asks with a smirk.

You nod, "You watch my interviews?"

Jaemin straightens up and stretches, "Of course. You never ask people if they're dating anyone or hooking up with fans on tour... Why?"

"If you're fucking in every continent, are you gonna tell me? If you're not going public with a relationship, are you ready to talk about it? It's about not wasting my time or yours by asking you questions that will more than likely lead to a deceptive answer and it's ultimately none of my business."

"Ask me if I'm hooking up with fans," Jaemin says and he's so close now that his knee is touching yours.

"Are you, Jaemin?" You ask slowly.

He shakes his head, "Nope."

He smiles and drops his head, "I uh... you already know I like you."

He looks at you and a quick knock at the door startles you both.

"I'll get it. You stay here," You say and get up.

He nods, "Yeah,"

You answer the door and it's Mark and Haechan with the room service tray.

"What... the hell?" You sigh.

"Listen, I paid the room service girl to gimme the tray. Jaemin's not some baby. You know that, he definitely knows that. Haechan didn't mean to make things weird. He-"

"Yes, I did and I'm not sorry," Haechan interjects.

"Shut the fuck up," Mark sighs, "He likes you and you clearly feel the same. Stop the charade and do something about it. Here."

He pushes the tray into your hands and he shoves Haechan down the hall as he mumbles something in Korean.

You shut the door and go to the living room, "What are they up to?" Jaemin asks suspiciously.

"Nothin'... just checking in I guess." You reply.

You set the tray down on the coffee table. "Come on, Jaemin. Sit down here with me," You say as you slink down to the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.

Jaemin leans forward and looks down at you. You hold his gaze.

"Do you think I'm a child?" he asks you softly.

"I never said that," You reply.

"That's what Haechan said... he said that you think I'm a child. I mean... you did call me a kid. Different words, same meaning," Jaemin scoots to the edge of the couch, "Answer my question."

You lean into him, and he pulls back, "Answer. My. Question," he repeats firmly.

"I don't think you're a child, Jaemin. You're just younger than me and..." You trail off.

"And you feel funny about that... don't you?" he says.

You nod, "More times than not, yes. I feel very funny about it," You concede.

Jaemin takes your hand and holds it to his chest, "You shouldn't. I know I don't feel any ways funny about wanting you," his voice is calm and alluring.

"Why not?" You ask him.

"Because I'm very confident that I can give you everything that you want and need." You hold his gaze and scramble to your knees.

He takes your other hand and holds it to his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

You navigate your way to the space between his legs then raise up to kiss him.

He brings his arms to circle around you, "You didn't answer my question. You're so bad at interviews, Y/n. Should I prove it to you or should I call you a cab and then kick you out?" he chuckles and his tongue slowly drags across your bottom lip.

After the countless hours you've accumulated from interviewing him, you know his humor all too well and you also know that by the way he's secured his arms around you, he doesn't have it in him to let you go much less make you leave.

You shiver and give him a soft smile, "Yes... prove it," You whisper.

He kisses you hard and brings a hand up to cradle your cheek. It's intense and he holds you in place as he slowly eases his hand down past your chest, past the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, "Wanna tell me how you want it or do I have permission to… hmmm…"

His hand dips into your panties and his fingers nestle softly between your folds, "That's for me? Wow, baby… I like this. I like this a lot." His fingers circle your clit slowly.

Your eyes flutter shut and your hips follow the rhythm of his fingers, "Jaemin…" You moan.

Jaemin smiles playfully, "Who's the man?" he laughs.

Even in this tense and heated moments, he has to tease you just as he always does.

"Jaemin… oh God…." You chuckle in between moans.

He presses a kiss to your neck, "I'm God?" he hums, "That's a bit much… my fingers got you feeling that good?"

He slides two fingers into your pussy and he presses upward; it barely takes him a second to find your spot.

You fling yourself onto him, "Fuck! Jaemin, oh God, oh God, oh… Jaemin… fuck! You are!" You whimper and he just laughs.

"Do you still think I'm a child, noona? Huh? Could I be soaking this pussy if I wasn't a man?" His voice is oozing with pride.

You whine and rut against his hand.

Jaemin takes his free hand and gently grips your chin. He locks eyes with you, "Answer me, beautiful… tell me what you already know. C'mon… say it or I'll stop."

You whimper, "You're a man… God… you are."

Jaemin tuts, "Of course but am I your man?"

You nod furiously, "Yeah… you are."

You want so badly to burry your face into the firmness of his chest but you can't tear your eyes away from his.

He smiles, "C'mon, pretty girl. Stand up for me,"

You scramble to your feet and Jaemin lifts your dress to drag your panties down your legs. He looks up and his eyes meet yours.

He smiles, "You can't take your eyes off of me," he purrs.

You're barely able to step out of your panties before he's pulling you down to straddle his lap. His cock presses against your pussy and you whine, "Jaemin, please."

You raise up and he quickly loosens his belt then opens his jeans. You hands clumsily help and you stand for a moment to push his jeans down.

You find your place on his lap once more and you slowly sink down on his cock. Your breathing hitches as he stretches you.

"You feel so fucking good, baby " he sighs.

His hands hold your hips as he fucks you slowly.

"Take… your shirt off. Wanna touch you... Wanna touch you so bad," You plead.

Jaemin quickly removes his shirt and you admire the sheer mass he's put on and silently thank whoever his personal trainer is.

"Your turn. Take that dress off for me," he says.

You don't hesitate to take the dress off and throw it to the side.

Jaemin cups your tits through your bra, "I want this off too," he sighs as he reaches around to unclasp your bra and you shimmy out of it.

His mouth hungrily kisses and mouths at your nipples as you begin riding him. He brings a hand up to wrap around your throat, "I'm not a child, right? You don't think that anymore, do you?" he asks you with mock innocence as you both writhe against each other.

You shake your head, "N-no… no, baby," You whine.

Jaemin sighs, "Really? 'Baby'? C'mon, sweetheart… Try again," he whispers into your ear.

"I-I… I uh… Jaemin, please… harder, faster- I need more," You cry.

"You need more, beautiful? Then tell me... who's your daddy? Huh? Can you tell me that?" he whispers and rolls his hips to hit you deep inside.

"You are! You are! Oh my God… daddy... please."

Jaemin laughs low and deep against your ear, "That's right... such a good girl."

You ride him desperately and he thumbs at your clit as you do. You feel your orgasm approaching like a freight train and you cry out, "Oh! Jaemin! Yes, yes, yes, yes... God, yes..."

He kisses you roughly, "Can I cum in that pussy, beautiful? I wanna fill you up," he pants.

You nod and he keeps rubbing your clit.

"Fuck!" You scream into his shoulder. "Baby... fuck... take it for me," he moans. He continues fucking into you until he can't go on anymore and you collapse against him.

Jaemin's hand strokes your back, "Alright... now get out," he laughs breathlessly.

You laugh too and he hugs you close. He hasn't pulled out yet and you know that once he does then you'll both be forced to get up and shower.

You both remain flaccid on the sofa and Jaemin breaks the silence,

"Noona, neomu yeppeo..." He sings softly.

#neoculturecollectives #nct #nct smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #ambw nct #ambw smut #nct ambw #ambw kpop #jaemin smut #jaemin #na jaemin #kpop smut #kpop ambw #jaemin ambw

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grogusmum · 1 year

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MARCH: In Which, Beans Are Not Beans, Eggs Are Everyplace and I Have To Eat Them (this is doing my part, people!) An Eostre Story as told by Grogu Djarin

WORD COUNT: 1000ish

RATED: G

WARNINGS: excessive fluff and sassafras, oh and food. Lots of food.

A/N: Here is the March installment of The Wheel of the Year, my theme for @yearofcreation2023. Organized by the effervescent @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms Ostara or Eostre marks the vernal equinox, the first day of spring in the Northern Hemisphere and one of the two days when the amount of daylight and darkness is equal- and from here on in the days get longer. Ever wonder where all the bunnies and eggs in the Easter celebration come from? It comes from this holiday right here.

During a milestone celebration, I did a Grogu Character Takeover and got this ask-

Have you ever seen rabbits on the farm or is big ears the only rabbit you’ve met? That reminds me, since you like eggs so much have you heard about Easter which is all about hunting for eggs. I think you’d be amazing at it. Did you know bunnies can be made out of chocolate?

I thought it might be fun to expand on Grogu’s answer for this month's year of creation fic. This is set in A Galaxy Far Far Away AU. Here is a link to that series (though you don't really have to read it to get what's going on here except that Din and Grogu are on Earth with a pagan f!reader who lives in a house called Juniper Cottage.) This is not a “witchy” one, but I hope you enjoy!

At Jupiter Cottage, Easter is called Éostre, but I was told when it comes to eggs and bunnies they are very the same! This is one of those Special Days on the calendar on the wall. And that means fun and food!

First is The Preparation.

When I waked up one day the Jupiter Cottage had bunnies everywhere. Wooden ones, and softy ones, plus also ones that might break so please do not force lift them, thank you very much. AAAALLLLL the winter decorations were gone and the little seeds we planted on the windowsill a few weeks ago on that day about guessing when spring comes were peeking out of the dirt!

But the most important thing is collecting eggs. This is a thing I am very good at. And the hens do not mind one bit!! We have “an Agreement”. That is permission to eat their eggs. I was very shocked by this news cuz my past experience with eating eggs was… well, let’s just say- Not. Great. ANYWAYS, all the hens love me very a lot and we are best friends. Eva is the only hen in the hen home that gives us white eggs, so we had been saving up her eggs for a little while so we would have plenty of white eggs “for coloring”.

This is what you do: the eggs get boiled up first. This can be a frustrating process. Cuz if they crack, you can not color them. But I do not mind it, cuz I get to eat The Mistakes! Then they go in little cups. The cups all have their own colors- there is blue water, and red water, plus also yellow water, and all the waters smell weird. I am NOT allowed to drink ANY of them!

I had trouble remembering this rule.

We dipped the eggs in, and when they came out! They were all the colors of red and purple, yellow and blue, and green (my favorite)! This is cuz of mixing colors together and making other colors! WHAT?! Dad and Me were taught to draw pictures on the eggs before putting them in the color water with this little magic crayon! It was a very big surprise I tell you, cuz you couldn’t see what you drawed at all! Then, after putting them into the waters, WOW, the drawings is RIGHT THERE! We drawed rabbits and suns, plus also mudhorns…. and frogs a-course.

I was so excited at bedtime the night before Éostre! I was thinking about that bunny visiting us and giving me chocolate and things. I got wiggley, plus also very giggling, and stopping wiggling and giggling is hard, I tell you!

Dad sighed his sigh of you are my dear child, who never does anything wrong ever, but I am just a tired father many times.

The sun waked up and waked me up, so it was not my fault at all! So I waked Dad and he said, all super sleepy and gravel, I’m sleeping, lil womp rat.

So I just went out to peek out the door for the surprises the Éostre Bunny left for me. I brought Long Ears with me. (You know who Long Ears is, right? Yeah, we’ve discussed that guy) Cuz she is an expert being a bunny and all. I found a trail of the tiniest color eggs I have ever seen in my entire life. First, I sniffed it, and then I tasted one, cuz that is what I do! And they were so yummy! They did not taste like ANY egg I have EVER had, and I have had many eggs, even some we do not talk about!

(Frogs are friends, not food!)

ANYWAYS I was informed later that they are called “jelly beans”. But they are not beans at all, they are candy, so a Special Treat! Which is code for I can not have them all the time, which is not what I want to hear, Father!

How can they not be beans, it says bean in its very own name!? Like Candy Corns, did you know they are not corns at all? I was shocked by that news. But I do not care so much cuz candy corn is not so much… good. It is sweet. But… blah, crayony. How I know what crayons taste like is another story, that I am not telling at this time.

The jelly not-beans leaded to a basket, oh boy! It had so many good, good things! Chocolate rabbits! Well, rabbit SHAPED chocolate. I got a little concerned. And so did Long Ears! And these guys called Peepses! Have you had them?! Like baby chicks BUT NOT! These peepses are yellow with white fluffy fluff inside and chocolate on their bottoms. Plus also a wooden duck guy that you pull with a string and his big orange feet go whap whap whap on the floor and his bill goes quack quack quack and I walked him around and around! Oh and a little wooden cup on a stick, plus also an egg on a string… it is a game of trying to swing the egg into the cup. This is hard. And the egg is hard. And bonky when it hits you in the face.

Dad likes it and is good at it. He says I will get better, I just need to practice. I just walked that Duck guy around some more.

In New Hampster it is still cold outside even when it is Spring. Sometimes it snows. But not this time… So when it was not “the crack of dawn, for kriff sake” we went outside to do The Egg Hunt. It is a good thing I am a good egg finder! Cuz eggs was every place- under blueberry bushes and the jupiter bushes a-course, and in the garden shed and under Clara, which was funny. She said, Grogu did I lay a purple egg!? And I said, no silly chicken!

Pfft, I love her, but that guy. We also went for a walk in the woods to look for green and had a feast!

Then a special moment happened! That was the Moment of the Equimox! This is when the sun moves across a line on Earth. And you get to do an eggsparmint. That is standing an egg up on one end, and it will stay! Or so they say, cuz we tried and tried… Dad and me were skepical.

And that is the special day of Eostre at Jupiter Cottage. And it was a good thing I like eggs so much, cuz we had to eat them for DAYS! We ate them hard boil, and devils, plus also salad samich.

this is Long Ears.

THANK YOU FOR READING 💚

You can find more of my writing here, and if you are interested in being tagged for this or any of my other works, here is my taglist form.

And if you want to ask Grogu a question, you can find him @grogu-explains-it-all

#as told by grogu #grogu #grogu djarin #wheel of the year series #year of themed creation #eostre #easter #ostara

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boringkate · 7 months

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I would like to put large objects up my butt like my hero Kate. How do I start I had tiny hard butt plug that doesn't really do anything and anything bigger and wiggley just bends and doesn't go it :( what are good materials, good toys, proper lube. What's a good mindset to really get the most out of it.

I like hard toys too!

No specific recommendations tho. Just look for something cheap with a slightly wider diameter than the one you can already take. Warm up with the small one. Struggle with the big one. And then go shopping again once you're able to take the bigger one. It's a gradual process.

Steel and glass are nice. Glass can be spooky because it can get chipped or cracked (tho I've never had that happen with any of my toys), but for steel toys the selection gets pretty limited once you go over a certain size.

I use crisco as lube.

Poppers help.

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whitedemon-ladydeath · 8 months

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The Archeron Sisters have a Cat

- Elains the one that finds the cat. it's lowkey feral and was just dumped in the forest. She's out walking around the village by herself and this small cat just comes up to her

- Nesta and Feyre are both side eye at the cat. Nesta doesn't really want the cat in their house but she's not going to tell Elain no. Tho Feyre tries to argue that it's hard to feed another mouth but eventually relents

- The cat is lowkey 🔪🔪🔪 to most strangers and people. It hisses when people get to close besides Elain. It eventually warms up to both Nesta and Feyre

- The girls all give the cat scraps of food when they think the others aren't looking

- Feyre takes the longest to warm up to thr cat, but eventually softens. the cat follows her out on hunting trips and she gives it some small game every now and then as a ✨️treat✨️

- the cat is probably closest to Nesta and will sit next to her while she reads or does needle point. If it tries to play with the string tho the cat will get a firm scolding. The yarn is important! and not a cat toy

- Elains the only one who is allowed to carry the cat around tho. It gets wiggley if the other sisters try carrying it. She has the cat in a basket sleeping while she gardens

anyways!!!

@bookishfeylin @feynessupremacy I thought yall would like some Archeron Sisters Wholesomeness

#nesta archeron #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #feyre archeron #elain archeron #my aus #slavic archeron sisters au

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doberbutts · 10 months

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Had a question about human decoys! I presume they choose to do it because they also like being around/working with dogs in some capacity. After the work is done, are they allowed to socialize with or offer pets to the dogs and/or chat with the handlers? Or would that be confusing to the dogs who were last told to bite while the decoy touches them? Your recent pic of the 'biting you face' makes me think they are able to differentiate those contexts? (btw thank you for sharing all the puppy pics each one brightens my day)

This is really highly dependant on the decoy, the dog, and the way they have been working together. I have seen dogs (usually highly social equipment-focused dogs worked exclusively in prey/play without a single hint of seriousness or defense) go right up to a decoy once the suit or sleeve is off and turn into a wiggley moosh just happy to be petted.

I have also seen dogs (usually highly defensive, serious dogs who get personal and frequently *angry* in protection) who are absolutely not going to like the decoy pretty much ever.

I have also seen everything inbetween.

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meltinginoz · 5 months

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My beej cosplay, secondhand jacket and pants that I taped off with masking tape (be smart and make the stripes the width of the masking tape, don’t be impatient like me and make them a rulers width wide because you don’t have tape because it will turn out that your ruler is exactly 6ml wider than masking tape and you’ll have to overlap billions of bits of tape, unless you wanna learn how to eyeball 6ml really well)

The stripes are painted on with a mix of paint,glue and water, and yes, that did make the suit crispy but I reckon that’s just points for authenticity, you can’t tell me a quillion year old demon’s suit won’t be crispy. Anyhew then I went at it with Stanley knives, a couple different files and a cheese grater to get that perfect liveddied-in look, and I made some extra tatters and sewed em on to make it as stage accurate as possible because I’m incredibly autistic anal insane detail oriented.

I also went over the whole thing with black, white and grey watered down paint on a stiff brush to speckle it, and added dry brushing and smudges everywhere (I used like 6 billion reference pics) and I added strategic bits of green, some of its hairspray cos I was lazy and the drippiness worked perfectly.

I thought the shirt would be fast, it wasn’t, trying to make the wiggley lines crisp is a pain in the ass, and my roommate made the tie cos I’d spent 50+ hours coated in paint and didn’t wanna, it’s a clip-on, well elastic-on, ever since I hear him described as having “the body of a used car salesman” I’ve been like yes and in my mind a used care salesman would wear a clip on.

My beard is alcohol activated paints (cos I am a chronic face toucher and will smudge everything) and the hair is teased and sprayed green.

Oh and I cut out the right pocket so I could shove a femur down in it juuuust in case someone told me I gave them the creeps.

If I did it again I would do the stripes the width of the tape, expect everything I own to have paint on it, and I’d see a chiropractor because I was hunched over like gollum for like two weeks.

Ps I have polymorph (a thermo plastic/ plastic that becomes mouldable when you heat it up) fangs glued in with denture glue and tinted (because my teeth aren’t perfectly white) with alcohol paints cos my tooth stain had dried out, if you wanna learn how go to YouTube because I’m pretty sure I made them with demon power cos I was method acting

Please learn from my mistakes, I made them so you don’t have to, if you have any questions lmk :)

#beetlejuice #musical beetlejuice #cosplay #diy #costume making

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notnobot · 5 months

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Lee moods part 1 (logans mood)

TICKLE FIC

Notnobot, "Hello people!!! This is my first fanfic with the sanders, so bare with me. I would also like to announce that I will be starting to take requests for fics, no art because I don't do art, I will be making a request thing a mugig that will tell you what you can request, sorry forgot the name of the stupid thing, please remind me if any of you get the chance. Oh, and ENJOY!!!"

Logan was lying on his bed in one of the biggest lee moods a person could endure, fantasizing about the dreaded t-word while he stretched himself out and hung his feet over his bed. What if someone had been hiding under his bed, then slowly started to drag their fingers over his feet. Or what if someone, maybe patton, came into his room just to tickle his tummy until he was out of breath. Those both sounded pretty nice right about now, logan thought.

After about ten whole minutes of swimming in a six foot deep lee mood, logan decided to head to the living room in hopes someone there would be willing to tickle him.

As he walked towards the living room, he could hear someone laughing. He entered the living room only to see roman on the couch being tickled by patton.

"Ehehehe, pahahaAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE" Roman laughed as patton found an extra ticklish spot near his armpits, not noticing that logan was standing on the threshold of the living room door, only able to watch in pure silence.

Patton, on the other hand, did notice logan. "Wanna help? He is a pretty wiggley wiggle worm, could use an extra pare of hands." Patton asked cheerfully. Logan just stood there and started giggling.

Patton, being the one and only tickle monster of the mind palace, realized that logan had been in a lee mood. Oh yeah, he was in trouble now.

Patton stopped his attack on roman the second he realized this. Roman, once he caught his breath, saw Patton's face and knew someone was in a lee mood. He turned around only to see the mind palaces pocket protector, red in the face, giggling.

Both patton and roman had the same mischievous look on their faces. Roman had actually gotten up and picked up logan to bring him over to the couch, and guess what, logan gave absolutely no fight what so ever. All while Patton was wiggling his fingers waiting for logan to be brought over to him to give him the tickles he so very much wanted.

"Lee mood, huh? Well, don't worry, my ticklish friend, you will get the tickles you so very much want and deserve." Roman teased as he flopped logan onto the couch so his tummy was open for tickling.

Patton sat on his legs so he could tickle his tummy, ribs, and sides while roman was standing by his armpits, ready to tickle at any given moment. Logan didn't even protest. All he did was giggle, waiting for the tickles.

"Pick a number, Lolo." Said patton excitedly. For a moment, logan just giggled, thinking about what the number could mean. It could mean the time they tickled him for, or it could be the time he must wait to be tickled.

Logan thought that it was more likely that it was for the time he had to wait to get tickled, so "ehehe twohohoho plehehehase!"

"Two, it is!" Roman said, "Would you like to count down for us logan?" Logan looked at the two with a flushing face. They were really gonna make him do that?!?! Of all the ways to tease him! Well, logan thought, it's only two seconds.

"Ohohkahay," Logan started, "twohohoho, ohohone, zerohoHOHOHO!" Logan laughed. Roman was softly tracing circles inside his armpits while Patton was digging into his tummy. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, but he loved every last second of it.

"Awww, my cute little nerd is all giggly and cute. What more could a dad ask for?" Patton cooed.

"Yes, he is pretty cute, isn't he?" Roman answered,

After about five minutes of tickling, their favorite nerd, roman had to get it really going, for logan's sake, of course.

"Hay Patton, isn't it time for our afternoon snack?"

Patton looked at roman with the most mischievous, sly smile that roman had ever seen. "Oh, how could I have forgotten our afternoon snack?! We must find a suitable snack for today, but what?"

The two were talking as though there was not a laughing, wiggling logan right in front of them. His giggles, laughs, and snorts filled the room. He was truly lost in tickles, drowning almost.

Roman looked down at logan to see he was still holding up quite well for how long they had been tickling him, so why not tickle him a little more intensely, right?

Roman gave patton a sly grin, and in a smooth voice, he said, "Well, raspberries are very tasty and nutritious. Why not have some of those?"

"NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE RAHAHSBEHERRIEHEHES!" Logan protested, not meaning a single word of it.

With that, patton pushed up logan's shirt and blew raspberry after raspberry on his poor tummy.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEH! IHIHIT'S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE!"

Patton stopped with the raspberries but kept his face on logans belly to soak in all his beautiful laughter. Roman, however, had moved down to logan's ribs to keep him giggling, but no longer laughing as hard as he was with the raspberries.

Roman had stopped with his tickling to let logan calm down. Patton went to fetch him a glass of water while roman got him some apple slices. Logan gladly took all the snacks and drinkage he was offered before sitting on the couch leaning on patton.

"So," started patton, "was it all you wanted?" Logan cuddled closer to patton and nodded, with the biggest smile any of them had ever seen logan wear.

He was happy, they were happy, everyone was happy, even virgil! All the laughter had concerned him, so he came downstairs to find logan all smiliey and roman and patton all happy as well. Virgil had joined in to cuddle logan while he was still happy and smiley.

"All tickled out, huh?" Asked virgil with a small smile already forming on his face. Logan looked up at him and nodded, cuddling back into virgil as well as patton. In the end, they all took a nice relaxing nap on the couch.

The end

Sorry, it's short, guys. I didn't have much time to make it. Hope you all enjoyed it, because I enjoyed making it for you! More will be coming soon!!!

#lee!logan #ler!roman #ler!patton #sanders sides #sanders sides tickling #tickling fluff #me in a lee mood guys #sanders sides fanfic

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chiptrillino · 1 year

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What if Zuko had a temporary golden tooth cause no one thought that was still a baby tooth and then when the real tooth comes in and pushes the gold one out, Sokka/the crew is now on a mission to "acquire" it too

-corrects time line soley for zuko's tooth, and sokka lovingly being teased by the crew- well... the tooth was broken. zuko got a golden crown for it! but now it was pointless because the new tooth grew out. jee had the honor to get the last wiggley bit out by carefully attaching a string to it and jamming a door shut! (it was as satesfying as cracking your knuckles)

but now zuko as ha shiny tooth, and sokka just has this old normal tooth. and no hakoda you don't understand we really really really need to get the shiny one out of principle!

bato: look at sokka here! can you truly say no to this face? to these precious blue eyes filling with tears, saltier then the ocean. we can't let the Fire Nation win this!

its like playing capture the flag!

#chip!ask #tooth!au #thank you erisenyo!#the adults are aware to stay mostly out of it. but hey two kids on a boat with no friends around their age.#the options are limited!#and the boys after such an eventfull day are vary sleepy and burned all energy off and sleep well and restfull in the night #hakoda: this is some vary good tea #iroh: my thank you! its the only thing that can put my nephew to sleep want the recipt?

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rainbowmancer-gwen · 13 days

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This might be a long one so bear with me. Don't read if you don't like hospitals, Transphobia or nasty things. TW- SA, PTSD, Little space/ age regression, hospitals, Pain, Morphine.

Thank you to my Joyfriend @macrotiis for helping me through the last couple of days.

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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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So as some of you know I've been fighting some PTSD related to SA... Monday night at training Mestre was trying to teach something to do with wrists. So without knowing that's a trigger grabbed my wrist and I panicked... Asked politely that he let go. He did when he saw how scared I was. I ran away to fight back the tears

Came back to that mats and kicked harder than I have ever kicked. Me today is a lot stronger than me then and the bastard who hurt me won't anymore. (Should probably learn that wrist thing for the sake of the old me... But baby steps).

So I get home and I start having pain in me... Scrotum. (A girls' scrotum attached to a girl) Called healthline, and they said it's torsion, so call 111. 111 all ambulances are busy, but I need to be seen. They paid for a taxi. The taxi journey was kinda harrowing because of all of the wiggley roads... But Ahmed was kinda lovely to me. Gave me a furry pride badge that he had in his car for some reason when I asked about it.

Get to hospital and have to Deadname self to receptionist. She's super sweet and changes it... But calls me Gwendolyn and I have to correct. She was actually great and could see I was struggling a little. Triage nurse was a legend.

ED nurse was not. So, the nurse in ED botched an IV into the back of my hand causing agony. whilst the doctor was talking to/ examining me (She should have stopped because the doctor literally had my lady jewels in my hands)...

Then after she persists, and she's digging in my hand. I can see the line tissuing as the doctor is squeezing my nads and explaining stuff like, "For Cis folks, the goal is to save the testicle. Are you okay with me calling them testicles? " I'm like... Look, I really don't care... Just do what you gotta do. He was a very young looking doctor his name was Claude. He looked a little gender nonconforming, but I was too out of it to ask... did talk to the acute urologist about orchiectomy instead, which was kinda a cool gender consideration, I guess...

I am in pain and she goes "Sorry brother", She was wearing a rainbow lanyard.... There's tell us your pronoun posters everywhere. Not good enough!

Sonographer said, "Testicles are tricky fellas to scan sometimes... Again too high on morphine to care, but deep down, sorta cared

Moved to other ward. The nurse confirmed pronouns with me, which was nice. Let me sleep for most of the night and didn't need to check me often. Was really sweet with both judging me for my comfort items (plushies and a blankie from home and an adult pacifier)/ waking me when I had, eyemask, and earplugs in, (waking me by touch, wakes me up ready for a fight...) Spoke a little about trauma/ mental health (how I got here) and wanted to see my tattoos. I told her a little about why I had my binky... Big me can fight... Small me couldn't. Sometimes, she needs comforting. Nothing else was said, but I know they're likely to talk about it...

My discharge paper says 33F testicular pain. So that's cool... Thankfully, my condition self resolved save for a little pain (a lot of pain but now managable)

I slept most of yesterday. I felt very small. Managed to go to the ISO social potluck, but it was kinda overwhelming. I cried into my friens shoulder when he called me a "Tank!"... You're right Jasper I am a tank. But my friend Jordan said "A tank is only armoured on the outside. Inside it's cramped, tense, and complicated"

Can the world just stop throwing shit at me for one day? That's all I want! Let me catch my breath...

Santo Antonio. Quero Agua!

#Transphobia #hospital #emergency #trans

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