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IRL MEETS WITH DAZAI, SIGMA AND FYODOR
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Headcanon: How I imagine you and the boys meeting after being online friends Genre: Crack A/N: Still questioning why i tried writing this... Warning? Bad grammer and 0 proofread →Masterlist
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Dazai:
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You both pretty much met on twitter when you were concerning who was behind the chuuya hate acc 🤩 I mean who can hate chuuya?
you probably were a new member in the mafia for not knowing about THE Dazai oSaMU
or you were a member of Detective agency dense enough to know that they both were infact enemies and not enemies soon to be lovers 🤩🤩😔🏳️‍🌈
OR You were a freelancer fresh college passout student who was wasting their time online getting blocked by 12 year old kids 🤩😋that was until you accidentally befriend him
successfully had 6th month friendaversy. 🤩🤩
when you both exchanged your place of residence you were shocked to know there are actually useless people in Japan apart from you
OR You were just concerned to know that he used to stay up late at night to talk to you while you message him in between work hours. 🤩🤩Dazai is such a romantic mood NGL
AHHHH Its the day of THE friends meeting.
You lowkey regret befriending him.
He probably sends you discord kitten memes and his hand pics for no reason. [BUT CSN WE TALK ABOUT HIS HANDS-!!?]
Mf once tried to video call you when you specifically told him NOT to.
He was blocked for a whole week before someone named 'iaminlovewithdeathtoes' spammed you.
🤡honestly you realised you both never shared your name, so pretty much to arrived at the meetup place, thinking of ways how to say 'chuuyahater6fttall' and knowing him, he prob would have you come over the agency cause bitch is lazy asf.
Dingdong you arrive at Yokohama or pretty much at the agency 🤩🤗except you were shitting in your pants cause what the actual fuck. So the person you talked with, who encouraged all kind of illegal stuff and told you to shoplift and send a pic was actually a detective??? Nah dawg you wished he was a lowkey an accountant cause which detective will have so much time to be online and chat?
boi you were wrong. And to have cherry on the top, you bumped into a brown coat bearing man who looked like he was high on nuts. But damn he looked hot
did you say "sir please scream me without the s 🥺" to yourself? Did he hear it? probably
🤩boom your headphones got disconnected for a moment and the whole agency went silent as the lyrics of "good lookin" started to play.
The man infront of you laughs before kidnapping you and dragging you out of the agency, a queue of screams and shouts for the man to comeback and you desperately trying to switch off your phone. (🤩🤗The lyrics were blasting through the area)
honestly you didn't mind as long as he turns out to be those Wattpad overprotective mafia bosses 🤩🤩🤗🌟 so you can have ur Y/N moment
'Help I am getting kidnapped by brown coat man and am left all alone' you typed, as the three dots indicated that chuuyahater typing before he replied, 'I am the man'
The way you audibly screeched as your turn back and your hand automatically made a way to his face to give him a slap. (🤩You heard laughing in the background, it was chuuya fyi)
"Aww belladonna, I thought you loved me" "THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU KIDNAP ME AND MAKE ME STAND ON TOP OF A HIGHASS BUILDING" "But you agreed to do it once we meet!"
Oh he was serious when he said that 🤡
You ran away as fast as you can away from him, as you typed
'you are a bitch you know that?' 'And you are really beautiful you know that?'
😍🤩 you were greatful to get away from him, except he was knocking at you door (hotel door if u came from other part of the world) at 3am playing THAT part of the song "redbone by childish gambino" (iykwim) outside your door
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Sigma
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you both honestly never befriended.
You accidentally messaged him asking him to deliver you a pizza
🤩and when he replied with 'wrong number' you lost your shit. 'The fuck you mean wrong number you son of a-' 'Dont have one?'
Sigma maybe anxious in real life but online? Pretty sure he is a full on sassy sarcastic not so sweet Sigma (respectfully)
You both might have had a very professional verbal conversation over phone that day.
He and you might have bonded yet again when you, my dear reader accidentally send him a meme you were suppose to send someone else (guess who) and Sigma lost his shit.
Why was na unknown number, with memory of a snail sending him 20 pictures of a fisheye doll at 3am in the morning?
'Are you okay-?' He probably asked, 'Do I look sane?' you probably answered.
😭 but lowkey thinks that you both exchanged your insta Ids or smthg.
😡😡He didn't even acknowledge your following and never followed you back. 😔 rip your follower count
You spam him with reels and he? REPLIES TO ALL OF THEM LIKE GOOD BLESS THIS MAN TO RUN A WHOLEASS CASINO AND STILL HAVE TIME TO WATCH YOUR REELS
You would rant to him and he will listen 100%
Pretty sure you never tired to meet up. It was your ass being dragged by one of your friends to accompany them to a flying casino and get bankrupt.
Prob msged him saying how edible the manager of the place you went looked😭😭 (you didn't tell him u went to a casino so)
He replies with 'go get your man and stop telling me details about his hands'
And so you did, pretty much used your luck and became the star of Casino😡😡
Society validation? Nah 👎 but Casino manager acknowledge? Yah 👍
Now the thing is, Sigma probably got really indulged on how you managed to beat records that he spent time doing a background check rather then opening his phone and seeing your 99+ texts.
You on the other hand? Went wild. Your online friend wasn't responding!!!?? 😡😡 and you were telling him the tea how the manager put his hand on your shoulder acknowledging you.
Little did you know, you were so blinded texting 'the casino manager' You failed to realise you bumped into him.
phone drop, heart stop screen crack, gave you a heart attack.
worst part? The 'Manager' picked up your phone, looking down at the chat only to see his pfp and his contact named "Pizzah Guz" and your half written text of 'Where are you, I miss talking to| '
You were whereas unsure whether to feel embarrass or cry. You see his face only to realise the amount of shock you gave to the manager.
😭😭Pretty sure it took some time for him to cool down.
BUT I THINK he totally appears in front of your room, with a pizza guy costume and a box full of pizza, messaging you 'Open your door'
You were a little freaked out by his message. I mean Imagine texting a random guy and the only thing you know about him is that he is not a pizza guy and he tells you to open your door?
You open your door to see the manager in a pizza delivery guy uniform, a pizza in his hands while he holds his phone together, before he hands it over to you, before your phone notification tings, your online friend sends an image capturing 'Pizza delivery'
You fainted on the spot of pure embarrassment and realisation when you realise you were texting the manager while simping on him and describing details.
Or you just take the pizza and close the door, switch off and throw your phone on the bed and eat the pizza while the realisation hits.
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Fyodor:
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You both probably met on discord while bullying middle schools for their pfp choices 😭
10/10 had bombing conversation 👁️👄👁️ that is until you realise he was serious about it.
You be joking about how you will learn hacking to hack him and that moment all your dms get 'Join the rat cult' Picture.
😭😭please idts you met physically…like the possibility of fyodor arriving at your doorstep while you are half asleep eating a pizza and watching TV is insane.
Imagine you peep through the peephole and see fisheye fyodor 🤩🤩 10/10 scared
Online friend? Nah man he is your offline terrorist. That was until his wholeass body blewup and the only thing that was left was his arm from which he used to type to your responses from.
10/10 Power of Love and friendship
I feel like whenever you both VC, your silly self will try to use the soundboard and he probably vibe to it.
You both accidently made a cult.
Fyodor NGL prob just stalked you out of boredom.
Nikolai probably be backreading your chats and the next day you have a new coworker named "Fyolaya"
Honestly there is a possibility that fyodor has zero interest in meetup and then bam Nikolai scopes you in the middle of your work and drop you on fyodor's lap🤩
Imagine the tension when you, a average worker in the society lands on the lap of one of THE Doa members
Y/N x hot mafia boss who kidnaps Y/N accidentally cause Y/N met his man au? Terrorist edition?
You living a Wattpad life? Possibilly
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A/N: Look i am sane
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Eunoia // Ch. 24
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eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness
Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader
Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?
Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut
Word Count: 8.2k+
Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence, mentions of blood, panic attacks
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There was a deep lull after dinner, surrounded by fairylights on a late summer night with your bellies full of delicious food. You and Seokjin had cooked Michelin-level lasagna and for dessert the best custard tarts you had ever tasted. Seokjin truly was extraordinarily talented at cooking and baking. He could have been one of the best chefs in the world. The only obstacle was his DNA. There were no famous hybrid chefs, probably there were no hybrid chefs at all. For most people it was near impossible to look past the animal ears and tails.
“What are you thinking about?” Seokjin asked. You were the only ones left at the circular bench around the table. You were laying with your back against his side and your head on his shoulder.
“Nothing. Everything,” you said.
You couldn’t see his smile but you imagined it lighting up his face. Seokjin was always beautiful, he was one of the most beautiful people you had ever met. But when he was smiling, he was magical.
“You can never turn it off, can you?” he asked, bumping his hand with yours. You didn’t hesitate to take hold of it and intertwine your fingers. 
You looked up at the stars. Away from the heart of the city, they were bright and endless. “I don’t think that’s possible. It’s part of my charm.”
That pulled a laugh out of him and you reveled in it, in the ordinary sanctity of the moment. You took in the view of the garden and hybrids scattered around.
Namjoon and Hoseok were sitting by the pool, their feet dipped in the water, while Hoseok spoke excitedly about something moving his hands around, his tail wagging behind him. Namjoon listened to him like he didn’t want to miss a word falling from his lips. Jimin was curled around Yoongi on the grass, his eyes were closed and you could tell that he was purring without having to hear him. Yoongi was gazing at the stars peacefully, his arms at his sides. Further away, Jungkook and Taehyung were flipping through Jungkook’s latest sketchbook. Taehyung would stop him from turning the page sometimes to run his fingers over a sketch.
Taehyung was still reserved but he was slowly but steadily bonding with the other hybrids. Jungkook had happily told you that they had spent the afternoon painting together and proudly showed off their masterpiece, an artistic mess of colorful lines and funny faces that wouldn’t have looked out of place at a modern art gallery. You had said you were going to hang it up in the gallery unless Taehyung—whose cheeks had turned red for the first time—wanted to keep it. Timidly and in the best english he could master, he asked if he could take it to his room. While the lasagna was in the oven, you and Jungkook put it up on the wall above his bed.
“Summer is ending and I barely felt it,” you said. When you were younger you used to spend summer days swimming and chase the nights until you found the sun with your friends. This year you had only seen the sea from afar or through the window of a plane. “I miss the sea. I miss swimming in water that isn’t in a pool. We should have gone on a trip somewhere with a beach and not as many people as Los Angeles.”
“We can do that next year or whenever your next break is. We can find a place that will be warm enough to swim, can’t we?”
“I’m sure we can.” You had no idea when your next break was. Autumn and winter were full with filming, premieres and press tours. The small breaks in-between were for one or two days and you would usually spend them going over emails and talking with executives. But you would make this happen. “I haven’t been on a leisure trip in a while. It would be fun. We could rent a place by the beach, we could go swimming whenever we wanted, spend the day there. I would drag you into the sea because you would be too afraid to go in.”
“I wouldn’t!” Seokjin protested.
You pushed back against him to tease him. “You totally would. You were terrified to get into the pool where you can clearly see the bottom and there are no currents to be afraid of.”
“I didn’t know how to swim then! And I wasn’t terrified, I was a little scared which is normal, that’s all,” he defended himself.
“A little scared isn’t what I would describe it as.”
“I wasn’t terrified! I wouldn’t have got in the pool if I was!”
You laughed at how defensive he was. It was funny to rile him up, if only just to hear how quickly he could speak. You were too focused on him that you didn’t notice that Jungkook and Taehyung had got up until they had almost reached you. Taehyung was hurrying after Jungkook, struggling to keep up with his fast strides.
The bunny called your name excitedly before they stopped in front of you. “Taehyung wants to go to the lake. Can we please go before your break ends? You said we can go swimming in the summer.”
You had been planning to go to the lake but something always came up. It was only around thirty minutes from your house but you hadn’t been there since early spring.
“There is the trip you wanted,” Seokjin said.
Sometimes, it was hard to believe everything was a coincidence.
“Well, it isn’t the sea. But you can prove to me that I won’t have to drag you into the water there.” At his indignant expression, you turned to the two hybrids. “Of course we can go. There aren’t many days of my break left though. We can go tomorrow if you want, stay there until nightfall.”
Jungkook smiled widely and clapped his hands. You caught the twitch of Taehyung’s lips although his head was bent. “Yes! Thank you! I have never gone swimming in a lake. It will be amazing.”
His excitement was contagious, it got your mind brimming with ideas on how to make tomorrow special. “You should ask the others first. See if everyone agrees about tomorrow.”
“They do,” Jungkook said.
You chuckled. “Okay, ask them just to be sure.”
“You could invite John too,” he added quietly. “And Alice. We haven’t seen her these days and Taehyung hasn’t met her yet.”
You weren’t surprised that John was being missed, he was such an important part of your life and as an extent he was an important part of your family’s life as well. Like you, he was on a well-deserved break and it was almost two weeks since the last time you had seen him and the messages you often exchanged didn’t make you miss him any less.
However, you were worried about overwhelming Taehyung. He had met John back in Seoul but those were memories you didn’t want him revisiting and although little Alice was a charmer she hadn’t developed a filter yet. She was a curious child and you wouldn’t be able to answer all of the questions she was bound to have. Not honestly, at least.
“Inviting Alice isn’t a bad idea,” Seokjin said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “If Taehyung is okay with it, of course.”
Jungkook turned to Taehyung then and proceeded to try to explain to him with simple english and a few hand gestures who Alice was. He didn’t fail to mention that Alice was very cute and gesture how tall—or short in her case—she was. Taehyung seemed thoroughly confused in a way that had you wanting to squeeze his cheeks.
“Hobi,” you called. “We need your help!”
Hoseok’s fox ears twitched. He shot up, ran barefoot across the garden and tackled Jungkook, who was delighted to be in Hoseok’s arms. Both of them laughed wildly, bumping their foreheads together.
“What can I help you with?” he asked, his mouth forming a heart.
“We are planning–” you started but were swiftly interrupted by Jungkook.
“We’re going to the lake tomorrow!”
Hoseok’s face lit up. “Are we? I’ve never been to the lake! Are we really going?”
“If everyone agrees,” you conceded.
It had slipped your mind that Hoseok and Yoongi hadn’t been there on your last trip. It had been only a few weeks after adopting Seokjin as a means to put a pause on your workaholic tendancies. It wasn’t likely that they had ever visited it. Other than Namjoon, no one was very keen on treading the treacherous ground that led to the lake on their own. The trip was a chance for the hybrids to get out of the house and experience something they didn’t get to do often.
Seeing John and Alice was an added bonus. Hoseok lit up like the sun when you told him to ask Taehyung if he was comfortable with them joining you. Taehyung looked at you, his gaze heavy with thousands of things he didn’t say. He averted his eyes too soon as if he caught himself doing something improper.
“He said if that’s what you want,” Hoseok translated.
You cursed the language barrier. There were thousands of things you wanted to say too, you could build mountains with them and watch them grow taller and taller until they crumbled. There was no point in them, not when he couldn’t understand. It wasn’t the same hearing it from someone else.
“It isn’t about what I want. It is about what he wants,” you said. Hoseok translated again and Taehyung looked confused like there was something he couldn’t understand.
“He doesn’t mind,” Hoseok said in the end.
Even if he did, you doubted he would tell you. There wasn’t anything more you could do.
Jungkook looked at you expectantly, his eyes wide and sparkling. You gave in, “Alright, go tell Namjoon and Yoongi and make sure they agree. I will text John to see if they can make it.”
He jumped up and down—a reaction that could be due to his bunny genetics and was way too cute for you to handle—before running off to tell them. By the way they were looking at you and their superior hearing, they had already heard most of your conversation.
 You leaned back against Seokjin again as Hoseok took Taehyung by the hand and followed Jungkook, gesturing at the direction of the lake as he spoke.
“Looks like we’re going to the lake tomorrow,” you said, typing a message to John. “You’ll have to brave the forest again.”
"Sadly, there isn't. Unless you can fly."
He groaned purely for show. “Not again! What have a done to deserve this? These feet weren’t made for dirt and roots. Isn't there a way to get to the lake without walking through the forest?"
A new message appeared on your screen. John was as diligent at texting as he was in every other aspect of his life and he disapproved of your tendency to see the messages but leave them unanswered until later.
“They don’t have anything planned for tomorrow and Alice is apparently jumping all over the house right now, singing that she will go to the lake tomorrow to see all her new friends.”
“She is adorable,” Seokjin cooed. “I want to squeeze her.”
“You can do that tomorrow. She likes the attention.” You straightened and grabbed his arm, wrapping it around your waist before sinking back. “Better.”
Not many preparations were needed for a trip to the lake. After all, it was only a relatively short walk from your house. If you needed anything, you could send Namjoon who could make it back in half the time compared to the rest of you. That of course didn’t stop Seokjin from waking up before the sun had risen to make an array of snacks and baked goods to take with you.
You found him in the kitchen, wearing his cute pink apron streaked with flour. He was determined to make the best cheesecake any of you had ever tasted because you had mentioned it was Alice’s favorite. There was no chance you could changed his mind so you joined him. You worked together in the chef’s kitchen for about thirty minutes before Jungkook and Jimin arrived set on helping you.
The cute baskets with the blue and white ribbons you had brought back from Virginia were filled with sandwiches, pies, croissants, cupcakes and the much-anticipated cheesecake. The delicious aroma lured the rest of the hybrids to the kitchen. Hoseok batted his eyelashes at Seokjin who fed him a cupcake while a few more disappeared mysteriously.
Helen and her team would be arriving soon to do a deep cleaning of the bedrooms and the main rooms. The Castle hadn’t had a good cleaning since you arrived from Seoul. At first, you were worried about raising any questions about Taehyung’s presence and after his papers were ready, you were worried about him feeling uncomfortable with new people in the house. Your trip to the lake was the perfect chance for the Castle to get a good day of cleaning. You had also asked the company that made the piano currently residing in Jacob’s studio to send some people to move it to the living room and they would be coming later in the day.
The doorbell rang for the first time this morning. John had texted you that they were on their way so you knew who it was without looking through the peephole. Alice trapped you in a tight hug and you picked her up, turning around in circles to hear her laugh.
“Put me down! Put me down,” she said, her breaths short and mirthful.
“Should I? Are you sure?” you asked, bumping your noses together.
Alice scrunched her nose, nodding. “I need to say hello to my friends. I said hello to you.”
You chuckled and put her down. “You’re right. Go say hello to them, they’re waiting to see you.”
Jimin and Hoseok had followed you into the living room and they were the first ones to be attacked by Alice’s super tight hugs. She might be tiny but her hugs were inescapable.
“She likes them a lot,” John said. A pink sparkling backpack, a stuffed mermaid hanging from one zipper, was slung over his shoulder.
“Alice likes everyone a lot.”
Hoseok had picked her up to take her to the kitchen and Alice placed a large kiss on his cheek to thank him.
“She has good instincts about people. She disliked that Walker guy the moment she met him.” Josh Walker was a producer you had worked with twice in the past and vowed to never work with again. A huge gossip in the worst way possible and a master at avoiding responsibilities. “And she didn’t–” He cut the sentence in the middle.
“She didn’t like Jacob either,” you finished for him. Alice was a polite kid but it was obvious when she disliked someone. She hugged you, held your hand and sat on your lap and she only spoke to Jacob when it was necessary. And it wasn’t just you, it was the same with Taylor and Zayn, who she both loved very much. Only Jacob didn’t get the same treatment. “You can say it. I’m over him, you know.”
John’s smile said more than any words could. “I believe you are.”
You believed you were too. You had been for a long time. He was a part of your past and you were done living in it. Sometimes you forgot about him now when once his name was was written all over the Castle. The memories were faded, more radiant ones taking their place.
“I think out of everyone she was the happiest when she learnt we broke up,” you said. “She was so pleased she’d never have to play nice with him again.”
At the time, although it had seemed funny to you, it had also hurt a little. In the end, it was for the best.
“She was trying to play matchmaker and get you together with her favorite teacher. It was one obstacle out of the way.”
You laughed remembering how she would show you pictures of him, telling you he was very handsome and very clever and he liked reading books just like you. One day you had been with John when he went to get her from school and Alice had dragged you inside to meet a very much awestruck teacher.
“At least she has forgotten about that now,” you said.
John sent you an amused look. “Wait until she gets back to school and she remembers how dreamy her teacher is and that you are still single.”
“Let’s go find your little troublemaker before the boys kidnap her,” you said, eager to end the conversation. John was gracious enough to grant you that.
In the kitchen, Alice had spotted Yoongi and climbed on the chair next to him. She had developed a soft spot for the panther hybrid since her last visit. On his part, Yoongi didn’t know what to do with a small human and how to entertain her. To his credit, he was doing just fine.
Hoseok was doing silly dance moves to make her laugh and Jimin was sitting on Yoongi’s other side dragging his nails down the panther’s back. Yoongi didn’t react. Jungkook and Seokjin were tying the ribbons on the baskets into bows and Namjoon was attempting to do the same unsuccessfully.
The only one missing was Taehyung.
“Okay, we’re almost ready to go,” you said, calling everyone’s attention. “Can someone go get Taehyung?”
“I’ll go. He must be awake by now.” Hoseok offered and left to fetch him.
Alice’s large eyes turned to you. “Is Taehyung the tiger hybrid daddy told me about? He said to be extra polite to him. Is it true that he doesn’t speak english?”
“He understands the basics, Hobi helps with the rest. He translates what we say to him so we can all understand each other.”
She nodded like it was the most important thing she had heard today. “But why don’t you learn korean? Won’t it be easier to talk to him then?”
You stared at the six-year-old for a long moment, speechless. “That would make things easier, wouldn’t it? Maybe we should try.”
Alice smiled widely, showing one missing tooth and one half-grown. “You should. Mommy says understanding others is important.”
“She is right,” John said, patting her head. “You should listen to others and understand them.”
“Mommy is always right,” Alice emphasized. “More often than daddy.”
John sighed in a ‘I’ve-listened-to-that-many-times-and-I-am-not-going-to-argue’ way. “Thanks, monkey. I appreciate it.”
Alice giggled before her attention swiftly shifted, like children’s attention tended to do, to Yoongi’s tail and the way it moved. Luckily she didn’t try to pet it and didn’t ask either, remembering how John had told her it was rude last time. She restricted herself to asking questions like if he could move it at will, whether it hurt if he accidentally sat on it and more. Yoongi answered willingly, if a little flustered at the attention.
John weighted the baskets in his hand. They were full to the brim with delicious food and if you had let Seokjin get his way, there would be more. Enough to feed half the city.
The doorbell rang again, signaling that Helen and her team were here. John followed you to the living room to greet her and catch up. It was strangely like they were your parents when they talked about you. They acted like you weren’t standing right there and listening to everything.
Since you were little more than a ghost in this conversation, when Hoseok and Taehyung climbed up the stairs, you went with them back to the kitchen. Alice had gotten her hands on a vanilla muffin and her mouth, nose and cheeks were smeared with blue icing.
You put your hand on your waist and regarded her. “You can get anything with your puppy eyes, can’t you?” Alice gave you an innocent smile, her lips painted blue. “Who fell for it first?” She pointed at Yoongi and your stern facade cracked. Apparently it wasn’t only Alice who had a soft spot.
“It’s just a cupcake,” Yoongi said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“It is just a cupcake but it will fill her stomach with sugar and then  she won’t eat the food Jin worked so hard on,” you said, grabbing a napkin.
Alice licked her lips. It didn’t make them look any less blue. “Jin worked hard on the cupcakes too. They are super good. So good I could eat ten of them.”
“Thank you,” Jin said, his cheeks bunching up in an adorable smile. “But eating ten of them will make your stomach hurt.”
Alice opened her mouth to speak while you wiped the icing from her face before her eyes landed on the hybrid she hadn’t met. “Is that Taehyung?”
“Yes, this Taehyung,” you said, still trying to clean her face as best as you could. “And right now you look like the Cookie Monster.” Alice giggled like fairy bells.
Taehyung was looking at Alice in wonder.
“Taehyung, this is Alice. She is John’s daughter,” you said, getting up to throw the now blue napkin away. Alice’s face was as clean as it could get without washing it with water.
Hoseok didn’t translate, it was simple enough english for Taehyung. “Hi,” he said, waving at her shyly. You resisted the urge to coo at him.
Alice waved back enthusiastically. “Hello! You are very pretty.”
Taehyung’s lips parted in surprise. “Thank you,” he said shakily.
Helen and John walked in then, a broom in Helen’s hand. For her, it was an accessory. It didn’t mean she would start cleaning by sweeping the floors.
“Goodmorning to everyone,” she said in greeting. Her smile had a motherly quality to it that made people want to be on their best behavior around her. “I see you’re all ready for today. And someone has already dived into the food.”
John eyed his daughter and the pink and white dotted cupcake liner left on the table. “What did we say about sweets in the morning?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Morning is for fruits, we eat sweets after lunch,” she recited.
“What is that then?”
She put her elbows on the table and cupped her face with her hands. “It is a special day today. On special days we don’t have to follow that rule. We ate cake in the morning of your birthday.”
“You’re too clever for your own good,” John said then looked at you. “She’s starting to sound like you, finding loopholes.”
Alice giggled, pleased at that.
“I don’t do that,” you protested.
“Oh yes, you do. And you know that you do it,” Helen said, pointing at you with the broom. “You can get out of anything by talking. I remember Amelia telling me that those poor professors of yours at University had no idea what to do with you. You used to send them those emails when you were absent, right?”
You glued your lips together, searching for a way to get out of this. “I was practicing diplomacy.”
“Is that what we call that now?” John asked, amused.
“Forget it,” you said. “Let’s go, let’s go. We have a lot of walking to do and it’s best to be out before the heat spikes.”
It was a beautiful day, the kind of Californian weather you would see on postcards. The sky was clear except a couple of fluffy white clouds gliding across. The perfect day for a small adventure. You had worn your bikini underneath your clothes, planning to go in for a quick dip in the lake and you had persuaded Seokjin, Jungkook and Hoseok to put on swimming trunks. Alice was also wearing her swimsuit, the wide neck of her shirt didn’t cover the hot pink strings.
In your backpack, you had packed a first-aid kit, two bottles of sunscreen, a pen and a notebook—just in case you got inspiration—, a towel and anything else you thought you might need. You had written down a list last night on your phone and you hoped you hadn’t forgotten anything.
Your way down to the lake was filled with laughter as you stepped over protruding roots and each of you tripped at least once. Excluding Namjoon, who in his many walks had memorized each stone and root. John was carrying both a basket and the small portable fridge stocked with water bottles, fresh orange juice and lemonade, coca cola bottles and a few cans of beer. Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi were holding the other three baskets.
The moment you emerged from the trees, Alice sprinted to the lake and dipped her hands in. “It isn’t cold!” she shouted. “Can we go swimming?”
“Why don’t we rest for a bit first?” you asked. Swimming would be a great relief from the summer heat but your legs were tired from walking and your throat dry.
Namjoon stood next to you and placed a hand on your back. It sent a pleasant tingle up your spine. Wordlessly, he handed you his water bottle and you gulped down half of its contents.
You and Jimin laid down the two large checkered blankets, one in red and white and one in blue and white. On top of them, you placed the baskets to stop any sudden gusts of wind blowing them away. It was too early to unpack the food. You had finished breakfast not an hour ago and you weren’t hungry yet.
Alice bounced over to the fridge and rummaged through it for a drink. Victorious, she held up a bottle of coke like a trophy.
In the hour you hadn’t checked your phone, a line of messages had filled the screen of your phone. You had pulled it out to look at the time. Nine thirty. Seven emails from work and four texts, two from the producer of the Raven Cycle and two more from the showrunner. A reminder that soon, this would be over and you would go back to leaving as the sun rose and returning when it had long left the horizon.
But it wasn’t over yet. This was a day of relaxation and you wouldn’t let yourself ruin it. You put your phone on silent and shoved it deep inside your backpack.
Hoseok shouted your name before he was crushing on you, sending you down on the blanket. His laughter filled the air as Alice also jumped on you. She was as light as a feather but you both groaned when she landed on you.
“I caught you,” Alice proclaimed. “I win!”
You were roped into playing hide and seek with the two of them, Jimin and Jungkook. Taehyung sat on the edge of the blanket watching you. He looked like a painting by a long dead artist, whose name was shadowed by his art. Someone who dreamed of beauty but lived in pain.
In a truly unpredictable turn of events, Alice got Yoongi to join you. He was quick, much quicker than you. To run away from him, in a childish fit of desperation, you took off your shirt and your shorts in record speed and dove into the lake. Only a few steps from the shore, it was deep enough for you to disappear in the water. The shouts and the laughter got muffled. Water took over your senses, they were dull under the surface but the world was so vibrant.
You emerged and swallowed mouthfuls of air. You must have stayed under longer than you’d thought because your lungs ached for it.
When she saw you, Alice cheered. “I’m going in,” she told her father and John didn’t oppose her. He helped her take off her clothes and she ran to you, water splashing everywhere. You swam to the shallow part and she fell right into your arms. Over her head, your eyes locked with John’s. He trusted you with her.
 You goaded Seokjin into getting in the water too, reminding him what he said to you last night. It took a few tries but soon he was in the water with you, Alice clinging to his waist like a koala. You didn’t stray far from the place that your feet could touch the ground just in case. You were a great swimmer, good enough to act as a lifeguard, but you took care so it wouldn’t come to that.
After a lot of playing around, throwing water at each other and seeing who could swim the fastest—Alice won each time, complaining that you were letting her win—you climbed up the rocks and rested back on your elbows. Your skin and hair were dripping water, the sun slowly drying you. You watched Jungkook and Seokjin chasing each other as Alice and Hoseok acted as what looked like referees. For what, you weren’t sure.
This would be one of the first scenes of a movie. Bright, beautiful and full of life. Summer music playing in the background, a soft but happy song. You could see the montage in your mind, the way they would cut and stitch together the scenes. The close-ups and the movement of the camera.
Or it could be the Supposed Victory, just before the disaster. Before everything went wrong and the world crumbled. A moment of unrestrained joy when the protagonist believed everything would work out.
Or it could be the ending. It didn’t feel like one.
Alice was sitting next to Taehyung the next time you looked for her. His mouth wrapped clumsily around english words you couldn’t read as he pointed to her hair. Alice touched her head before a bright smile took over her face. She unclipped one of her rainbow butterfly clips and offered it to him. He held it reverently like it was a small miracle, unsure what to do with it. Alice took it again and clipped back the strands of hair that were falling in his face. 
She was a force of nature, sweeping up everyone in her path. You longed for the sweet innocence and her pure heart. She was everything that was good in this world.
You wondered who you would have become if you had parents like John. Parents that would always be there for you, do everything for you, give you everything they could. How different would you be? Would you have the same drive? The same unrelenting ambition? If your parents had cared, would you be there, in that moment?
No, probably not. You decided you didn’t want that then. You had found your own family. You weren’t connected by blood but by choice. They had been there when you needed them in all the ways your biological family failed to be. You didn’t want to be any other version of yourself but this. The one who had them, who loved them, the one who was loved by them.
Seokjin, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, wet hair falling in his eyes, called for you to climb down to eat. The food was piled on the blankets and Jungkook was already munching on a piece of pie. Dutifully, you descended, pinching Seokjin’s cheek passing by. He complained but it was drowned by the delighted noises as the food was revealed.
“Wait, wait,” you said, getting up not a full minute after you had flopped down on the blanket. “I want to take a photo before the food disappears.”
“Quickly,” Jungkook begged, eying a sandwich lovingly.
“For you, as quickly as I can.”
That seemed to make him happy. You reached into your backpack for your professional camera, it was in a padded case that had cost you as much as a regular camera would. In University, you had taken a few classes of photography as a part of your degree. It was useful for your profession and for your social media presence. Most of all, it was good for memory keeping.
You rushed to a spot a few meters away from the blankets and lowered yourself to find the best angle. “Smile!” you called.
You captured around five photos and looked through them. Taehyung was smiling, tentatively at first, just a tiny tilt of the lips and wider in the last ones, following the others’ example.
The photos were beautiful. As magical as a fleeting moment of happiness you would never forget. You were going to frame them.
“Give me the camera,” John said, getting up.
You gazed at him suspiciously. “What are you going to do with it?”
“Take a photo. What else would I do?” he joked. “Go sit with them. Get in the frame."
You giggled, sitting down at the blanket. Alice didn't waste any time and climbed into your lap. You wrapped your arms around her waist and she leaned back into you. On your side, Hoseok threw an arm over your shoulder and smiled blindingly.
John handed you back the camera and everyone gathered around to peek at the photos. Alice pointed to every photo and said it was her favorite until she concluded that her favorite was the one that you were kissing her cheek because you were in it and it was cute.
"I see how it is. The photos she is in are the ones I'm not in," John said.
"I have so many photos with you," Alice shot back, opening her arms as if to show how many they were. "You can't have it all."
Not even John could stop himself from dissolving in laughter. Alice was an expert at throwing your words back at you.
When everyone was satisfied with the photos—you put your camera by your side, easy to reach in case you wanted to take more photos—lunch began. Swimming created a weightless hunger, a kind you hadn't felt in any other circumstances. Food tasted ten times better after you had been swimming. Seokjin's food was already delicious so it tasted like magic, the way you imagined all that mouth-watering food from movies or books would taste.
You were filled to the brim yet when the desserts were out, you couldn't stop yourself from accepting the piece of cheesecake Seokjin thrust in your direction. The cream was soft and light and the homemade blackberry jam elevated the taste.
Alice was attacking a bowl of fresh strawberries and dipping them in chocolate. The chocolate dripped, staining her mouth and hands but she didn’t care.
“Are they good?” you asked.
She nodded enthusiastically, giving you a big smile that showed off her chocolate teeth. She lifted the bowl towards you.
“That’s too much sugar for one day,” John said but didn’t say anything else to stop her.
Jimin was laying his head on your shoulder, drowsy after a big meal. You picked up a strawberry from the bowl Alice was holding up for you and dipped it in chocolate. Acting thoughtlessly, instead of bringing it to your mouth, you nudged it against Jimin’s lips, coating them with chocolate. His mouth parted easily, letting you feed him. A blush tinted his cheeks as he bit down.
His pink lips looked sinful covered in chocolate. His tongue darted out to lick them clean. You couldn’t take your eyes off him.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Can I… Do you want one?”
Your heart was beating louder than it should. Alice had turned her attention back to Yoongi. When your eyes locked, you couldn’t read them. You never could.
You turned back to Jimin, his eyes mirroring the sky. “They do look delicious.”
Jimin picked up a strawberry and—a little clumsily—fed it to you. Your lips nearly touched his fingers, only a breath away. It was the best strawberry you had ever tasted. Nothing could ever compare to it.
“I want a strawberry too,” Jungkook said, timid in a way he wasn’t often anymore. Like he wasn’t sure you would indulge him.
“Come here then, bunny.” As soon as you finished, Jungkook crawled across the blanket to sit on your other side. He opened his mouth, waiting. Your brain was a train wreck, going off the rails, jumping off bridges.
You lifted a strawberry to his lips the way you had done with Jimin. He munched on it slowly, his eyes not leaving yours as if he were hypnotized.
You should snap out of it.
“You’re so messy,” you joked to lighten the atmosphere between the three of you. “How did that chocolate get on your cheek?”
Jungkook stammered and you grabbed a paper towel laughing. Everyone soon followed and Alice managed to get a photo of Jungkook with your camera before you could clean his face. It had to be enough.
"I'm going for a walk," you announced a while later, feeling bloated. "I need to move. I feel like I ate a small town.”
“Where are you going?” Hoseok asked. He was stretched on the grass, his head laying in Seokjin’s lap. Seokjin’s fingers were tangled in his hair.
You shrugged. You hadn’t thought of where to go exactly, only that you had to get up or you would fall asleep with a heavy stomach. “Just a walk around here. There are some parts of these shores I haven’t seen in a while.”
“Don’t be too long,” Jimin said.
“If you’re gone for more than thirty minutes, I will send a search party,” John remarked. He was braiding Alice’s hair back because she had been whining that it was getting in her face. Meanwhile, she was drawing with Taehyung in his new notebook. He didn’t look like a doll then but a little confused, a little fond. A little happy, if you dared to hope.
You pocketed your phone and made a note to yourself to check the time. You wouldn’t put it past John to actually send a search party after you.
“I’ll go too,” a voice spoke up, surprising you. Yoongi rose to his feet smoothly like a predator, his tail curving behind him. Everyone was staring at him but he pretended he didn’t notice.
You couldn’t tell him no. You didn’t want to tell him no. Going on a walk alone with him didn’t spark the same anxiety it would have a month or so ago. You were a little nervous but the flutter in your stomach wasn’t unpleasant. He had changed and maybe you had too.
“Okay, then, let’s go,” you said, inclining your head towards the forest. “We will be back soon.”
Yoongi followed you silently into the labyrinth of trees. There must be something he wanted to talk to you about. You didn’t believe he had joined you simply because he wanted to go on a walk. Yoongi was more solitary than any of the hybrids and although you were getting along better now, you weren’t his first choice of company.
Of course, your mind jumped to the worst possibilities. He had noticed what was happening between you, Namjoon and Seokjin and he was going to confront you about it. Growl and snarl at you the way he had done so often in the past. And what would you do then? He wasn’t going to harm you, you were sure of that. He wasn’t. But his words sneaked underneath your skin so easily, burrowed deep inside you and refused to budge.
It didn’t have to be something bad, you reminded yourself. It could be something else but you couldn’t think of anything.
He would find out about the three of you either way, regardless of how long you put it off. You were a family, you thought of them as your family even if Yoongi didn’t—you had a feeling the rest of them did. It was important for you to be honest with them. If he exploded, if he sneered and accused you of manipulating them, it would hurt too much. You had grown too comfortable with this new Yoongi and it would shatter a piece of you to go back. But you would try. You would get over it. You would have a few new cracks but that’s how life was, you got a little more broken as time passed.
“What are you thinking?” Yoongi disturbed the silence between you.
“Nothing interesting,” you said, ducking underneath a low hanging branch. The summer heat was muted in the shade of the forest. In there, you could forget that you were in California.
Yoongi’s footsteps echoed yours on the drying soil. “You are making that face you make when you are troubled.” Sometimes, you forgot how observant he was. He may not speak much but he was paying attention.
"It's just…" You weren't sure how honest you should be with him. "It's everything. There's too much going on and I've been too much in my head about it."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Talk? Right now?" you asked. The walk was supposed to help you clear your head and contemplate the situation you found yourself in. Now, one of the main characters starring in your worst case scenarios was offering to listen to you. “Are you sure you want to listen to me rant?”
You saw Yoongi shrug from the corner of your eye. “Are you going to?”
“Don’t feel like ranting today.” You looked up at the mosaic of the sky through the branches. “It’s too good of a day for that. My problems will be right where I left them when we get back home. I should let them go for a day.”
Yoongi hummed. “You should but you don’t look like you’ve let them go. They are still there.”
“I’m trying. It isn’t my fault they won’t go away. It’s too busy in here,” you tapped the side of your head with a finger, “and it’s a headline. It’s hard to look past it.” You had never been good at letting go of things easily. Fears, relationships, people. Your therapist would tell you to find the root of that and unravel it. You hadn’t touched it yet.
“It’s your head,” Yoongi said. “You should be the one to decide what are headlines and what is the fine print. Hell, throw away pages if you don’t want them there. Or hide them away to look at some other time.”
Your fingers grazed the rough bark of a tree. That wasn’t how you looked at it. Your brain threw things at you and you had to deal with them. Most of the time, when it came to matters like this, you weren’t the one controlling it.
“I hadn’t thought of it like that,” you admitted. “I guess I could make a new headline. A better one. Something like ‘Family trip to the lake. Everyone is required to have fun.’ How does that sound?”
A smile tugged at his lips. “It doesn’t sound too bad. It could be worse.”
The trees thinned as you got closer to your destination. This part of the shoreline wasn’t open and spacious the way the place you had picked for your picnic was. Trees dotted the ground and the the water was lower than the ground. A deck that had fallen in disrepair stood alone at the edge.
A path half overrun by vegetation led up to a house that didn’t fare much better. Vines were growing up its wooden walls and a large tree was leaning precariously on its side. It must have been abandoned for years, ten or more if you had to guess. Mold, stale and earthy, permeated the air. Two of the windows were broken. The one remaining curtain was moth eaten.
You liked to imagine its history and the reason it was abandoned. A family lived there for generations but when the times got faster and industrial, they left it in favor of the heart of the city where opportunities were said to lie. A grandson inherited the house but didn’t have the means to take care of it and no one would buy it. A family spent their summers there, swimming in the lake and lighting fires at night, the kids grew up, got jobs and forgot about this place. Memories weren’t enough to keep it alive and even they were gone.
That’s when your inner-storyteller jumped out and the stories turned darker, more interesting. Embroidered with intrigue, isolation, curses, ghosts and death.
Yoongi looked at the house in curious interest.
“I discovered this in my first trip to the lake. There is something compelling about it that makes you want to learn more about it, about the story behind it,” you said. “Who it belonged to, why it is abandoned.”
“Everything is about stories to you,” Yoongi observed.
You followed the overgrown path up to the house. “We are stories. Each day, each moment, many moments together. The world is a story. Sad and happy, exciting and boring, sometimes disappointing. Who we are is a collection of stories. The ones we tell and the ones we keep locked deep inside us. They shaped us, even the ones we don’t remember.”
“If the world is a story, is that why you do what you do? Because you don’t want to be a villain? Someone the audience won’t like?”
Birds chirped in the distance, the song of summer’s passing. The lake was calm but you thought you could hear it licking the rocks and the old deck.
Your whole life you had studied stories. You were fascinated by them, the feelings they evoked, their messages, their hidden meanings, their structure. It was why you were a good director and screenwriter, why people were drawn to your movies and shows. You could fundamentally understand stories, pull them apart until you reached their bare bones and build them up again. Everything was about stories.
Your life had to be the same then. You were a story like all the others. What set you apart?
You weren’t the villain, you couldn’t be. You didn’t want to be.
You remembered all the times in your life you had likened yourself to a character trope or thought how a situation would have unfolded if it were in a movie. Perhaps you were too focused on stories, too deep in worlds that didn’t exist. Did that influence the way you acted? The decisions you took?
“I’m not a movie hero,” you said instead. “I don’t think I try to be one. I try to do my best. Stories are about morality in a way and everyone can perceive them differently. Everyone will have their opinions.”
Yoongi stood next to you, your shoulders touching. “You act like a movie hero. Who would go into a hybrid auction, put themselves in danger, with nothing to earn?”
“Someone foolish.”
His lips quirked up, untangling something in your heart. “That too, I guess.”
“I went in the first time,” you said, looking at the rundown house. “The roof looked like it would fall down any moment but I went in anyway. I wanted to see what was inside, what life was left in it.”
Yoongi snorted. “You went into a house knowing the roof could fall down on your head?”
“I told you, I have my foolish moments.” There were too many of those to count. Little ideas overtook your rational side and tempted you. “I wasn’t alone though. At least I had that much common sense.”
You didn’t say that you had been with Jacob. It felt weird to mention him like his name would be intruding.
“Did you find anything?” Yoongi asked like he really cared about the answer.
“Not much. A few pieces of rotten furniture, a couple broken plates in the kitchen, a very very old vase. Little signs of life. There were lines carved on the wall, horizontal, like they were measuring children’s heights. Scratches on the kitchen counters. There was a frame broken on the floor, I couldn’t see the photo well, it was yellow with age.”
Together, you looked at the house quietly, picturing the life it once held.
“Let’s walk some more before our time is up and John sends a search party for us,” Yoongi said, his fingers brushing the delicate skin of your wrist. The touch was light as a feather. Autumn and winter rolled away and it was spring again. The melting of snow, the first flowers blooming.
“Don’t underestimate him. If we’re late, he is going to call a search party.”
“I don’t underestimate him. I know he will.”
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bree-cheesy · 6 months
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Can I please have a submissive!insecure!schlatt x service dom!reader!! 🙏
Like, I want to see schlatt crying about his chunkiness (I’m also a chubby!schlatt enjoyer if you couldn’t tell) due to him comparing himself to his 2019 pics (ether brought on by him or the 12 y/o’s on twitter/X) and y/n is just like ‘Fuck no! You’re so fucking beautiful that I could write like 10 novels about your beauty alone!!!’ and then proceeds to give him the best head in his entire life (immediately shattering his tough guy mask, turning him into literal putty) then it’s followed with the best pegging session in his entire existence (any coherent thoughts is gone by this heavenly experience alone) meanwhile y/n’s just kissing his face and bare body and worshiping him and his body as if he’s some sort of deity and it’s end with schlatt being a blubbering, crying, whining, moaning mess.
It’s followed by a bath aftercare, and whilst y/n’s laying on his bare chest schlatt asks y/n why they’re doing all this for him, he’s feels he doesn’t deserves it (he does!) and they reply with this absolute banger: ‘it’s because you’ve done so much of the same thing for me time and time again… without even asking anything in return… and I’m just now returning the favor.’
OMFG!!! IM DYING!!! HOLY SHIT!! I AM ACTUALLY DYING AND GOING TO HEAVEN!! I NEED THIS!!! I NEED THIS YN IN MY IRL LIFE!!!!! MY GODS!!!! 🙏🙏💗💕
-🍰 anon.
OKAY I FINALLY HAVE IDEAS I PROMISE!
🍰 Anon, I hope I haven't let you down with how long this has taken. I hope I did this amazing request justice. 🙏🙏Tried to keep it any gender kind of thing because you requested pegging so it could be a someone with a dick or someone using a strap on. Whatever you wanna imagine! :)
I haven't ever written anything like this so I'm nervous about how people will like it. :(
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Jay had always been insecure of his body. Horrible self image from things people would say online and just his own thoughts. He always thought he was so ugly compared to you. He hated being out in public with you because he felt so unworthy. You were the most beautiful person to him in the world and he hated how he looked standing next to you.
Today had been a particularly rough day for him. He had just gotten done with his first stream in months and some of the things people were saying about him really got to him. He was standing in front of the long mirror you guys had leaned up against the wall in your bedroom with his shirt off, his hands on his belly, tears welling up in his eyes.
You walked in, not knowing what was going on. "Hey, Jay, did you see where the-" You looked over and your mouth shut when you saw the slight in front of you.
It broke your heart instantly. You knew he struggled with his self esteem, but you didn't know it was this bad. "Hey, what's goin' on?" You walked over and hugged him from behind, burying your face in his shoulder. He let out a sob and you squeezed him tighter, felling your heart break even more.
"W-Why am I so ugly? God, I look like a fucking ogre." He let go of his belly and you felt his shoulders drop. You moved to stand in front of him and gently held his face in your hands. "Why are you even with me? You deserve someone who is as beautiful as you. You deserve someone who isn't fat."
You frowned and ran your thumb over his jaw. "Why do you think that? I love you, Jay! I don't like that you think you're fat. There's nothing wrong with being a little chubby. I could write novels on how beautiful I think you are!"
He shook his head and sniffled, wiping his tears away. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He pushed your hands away and you scowled. "Don't lie to me, it's just gonna make me feel worse."
You put your hands on your hips and looked up at him, frowning. "Do I need to prove it to you or something?"
He cocked his head to the side in confusion and a soft frown formed on his face. You got down on your knees and instantly saw a blush form on his face. You pulled his now hard cock out of his shorts and pressed a soft kiss to the tip. He let out a little whine and bit his lip.
You started off slow, teasing him a little, savoring his soft moans and whines. Slowly taking it deeper into your hot wet mouth and down your throat. Your hands found their way to the back of his thighs and you started bobbing your mouth up and down his length, sucking in cheeks just enough to make his knees weak. "B-Babe... s'too much..." He whined and pawed at your hair softly, panting heavily.
You started going a little faster, taking him deeper and relishing in the feeling of his fingers tightening in your hair, not guiding your head, just holding. You pulled off and stroked him up and down, twisting your wrist as you went up. "Feel good, baby?" He moaned, sounding a little nasally and nodded, thrusting into your hand in time with your strokes.
"Just wanna make you feel good, hun.... My best boy, huh?" You kitten licked his tip while stroking and he moaned louder, not even being able to speak at that point. His words coming out like a blubbery mess. You sucked lightly on the tip while stroking him with one and hand and lightly massaging his balls with the other.
"I-I'm gonna..." He moaned and gasped, his voice whiney and needy. You could tell he was close. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and a slight pout formed on his lips.
"Cum for me, baby.... Wanna see it." He let out a loud moan and came hard in spurts on your hand, whining and pitifully bucking his hips into your hand. "Good boy..." You cleaned it all up and pushed him back on the bed, pulling off the remaining of both of your clothes. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby.... I promise."
After carefully making sure he was completely prepped and ready, you had him on his back, legs up and you slowly slid inside him. He moaned and bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned down and gave him small kisses all over his face and lips while slowly thrusting in and out of him.
"F-Fuck..." He gasped and choked on his words, locking his ankles around your waist. You went a little faster after he got used to it and he let out sounds you didn't even know could come out of him. "R-Right there... Fuck, don't stop..."
You breathed heavily and kissed him deeply while hitting that perfect spot inside him that made him melt into the bedsheets. Not able to form words and he moaned and whined loudly, probably making the whole neighborhood hear him. "So perfect.... Fuck you're amazing." He groaned out as you stroked his cock in time with the thrusts.
After a few more thrusts, he came all over his belly without warning and you slowly pulled out of him. Kissing him softly through his orgasm, you reached over to the tissues on the nightstand and cleaned him up gently. You turned on the bath while he slowly started to relax and got in with him, pressing your back against his chest and cuddling softly into him.
"Why did you do all of this? I didn't deserve it." He asked softly, stroking a hand up and down your belly.
"You're always doing the same things for me. Helping me through my bad days and just being the best person I've ever known and you never ask for anything in return. I wanted to make you feel the same way you always make me feel because I love you."
He smiled and kissed your forehead. "I love you, too."
-- Bree <3
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Any good? Finally cleared out my asks so hopefully I'll get the motivation to start some Kinktober stuff. Toodaloo!
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amagnificentobsession · 3 months
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Seems like a war has been waged.
Someone threw their halo.
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I’m seeing more and more venomous posts about the shipping of Michael and David. Aziraphale and Crowley have left the building for now it appears in this argument.
What is written here is MY opinion, no one else’s.
Choose to read it or not, it’s fine. But be respectful.
Not just of me, but of anyone.
The recent explosion of interactions between Michael and David completely and utterly enthralled us.
After the Twitter(X) debacle and the absolute HATE that Michael received for “not choosing a side”, his then attempt at explaining his thoughts (that he didn’t owe to anyone) for wanting it all to end, and civilian casualties to stop. Nope, not good enough Michael, you HAVE to pick a side. He was done. He didn’t want to do it anymore.
He’s working, has a family, came to (X) for a bit of fun and silliness. That was now gone. So he left. Probably in sheer and utter disgust. How can anyone blame him?
Now we have David Tennant, blooming like the most beautiful orchid, petals wide, labellum in its full GLORIOUS expansion, the likes of which we’ve never seen before.
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Good Omens, Staged, Litvinenko, Dr. Who, Macbeth, being a DILF (3 goes into 6 twice Michael 🤭) it just continues.
From his choice in clothing, the dignity and eminence with which he carries himself. This comes from a deep self-assurance and self-worth.
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Seeing the reviews for Macbeth, his stance onstage, the PURE divination on his face as he looked out and saw Michael. The LOVE in that moment would steal the last remnants of air from an exploding supernova.
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No one can tell me there isn’t a pure, abiding LOVE between them. PURE. In whatever way THEY choose to categorize it.
Michael Sheen, we can all agree, holds NOTHING back. If he felt in anyway infringed upon with these ideas, can you imagine him saying nothing? Can you imagine him allowing his BEST FRIEND, someone he deeply LOVES, to be accosted with lies and misinformation?
I certainly cannot.
Michael Sheen has always been a powerhouse. Barreling through on whatever chosen path he decided.
David Tennant has been a softly caressing wave on the beach. Doing as he desired, quietly, without much fanfare. Happy to be low profile.
That has all changed with the adjoining of these two humans.
As others have stated many, many times, “the biggest shippers of these two, are Michael and David.”
Does this keep them in the public eye?
Absolutely.
Does this keep them trending and on topic?
Absolutely.
Do I think they would continue to be this same way with each other if the world looked the other way and didn’t care?
ABSOLUTELY.
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Pedro is so much not my type, yet I'm so in love with every character he plays.
Like. He is not my type of handsome, but oh my god he is so handsome sometimes. Like. The smile?! Nose wrinkles?! Crows feet around his eyes?! Patchy beard?! How someone can be opposite of what you like, and be at the same time this beautiful handsome person you just LOVE to look at. So weird.
Anyway.
Marcus with and without a beard is stunning!
Can you imagine you see him for the first time with a stubble and you just can't stop staring. Touching his scratchy face. You kiss his cheeks, because it's a new feeling, and you like it. But Marcus is little shy about all the attention 🙈
Marcus Pike x f!reader
A/N: I understand it completely anon, as I said here a couple of times, before liking Pedro, I never thought he was the kind of guy I would like when it came to his looks; I never really paid attention to him, but the little I had seen him on Twitter or passing by when my dad was watching tlou was that he was a normal looking guy. And then once I started really liking him I got more and more used to his features and to me there isn't a more handsome man in the world! I agree with everything you said! He's the whole package, everything about him is beautiful and the best part is knowing he's beautiful inside and out, so it's not only looks, he's also a great person and idk I just really like Pedro and I don't mean to be NFSW but I want to hug him so tight lol 😆
Also, I'm sorry but your ask exceeded the cute limit™ so I had to kidnap it and turn it into a headcanon ❤️
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• you couldn't wait to see Marcus after nearly three months of going undercover; you hated he had to do that kind of job, not only was it extremely dangerous but you hated that you completely lost touch with him
• so you were very excited to meet him again after all that time, your feelings for each other were growing but were also unresolved and you deeply regretted not coming forward about it sooner
• the moment you walked into the office and saw Marcus there, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest; his hair was longer now, you could even see some curls forming at the same time he let his beard grow a little
• you'd always been used to his clean shaven face and you loved it; you loved his sharp jaw, his dimples, his beautiful lips, you loved all of him, but you were also so mesmerized by his stubble, though he looked more mature with it, his boyish smile hadn't changed one bit
"Marcus!!!"
• you squealed running to him, he held his arms open for you, but you stopped inches from him, your hand carefully stroking against his cheek, feeling it underneath your palm and loving it
• he was a little shy at first, you had never stroked him like that, but he also enjoyed it
"I was going to shave it as soon as I got home..."
• he blushed softly but you shook your head
"leave it for a couple of days at least, it suits you"
• you giggled and kissed his cheeks, loving how your lips felt against the burn of his recent beard, you knew you had never taken such liberties with him before but at that moment, it didn't really matter, it felt very good
• when you were finally done with his facial hair, you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him for a tight kiss, burying your face into the crook of his neck, you felt so safe and so happy to have him back
"please, never go undercover again, I missed you too much"
• you gave him the puppy eyes and he nodded, his arms wrapped tight around you as he thought that maybe his feelings for you weren't as unrequited as he thought they were
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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.
❝ The sun is rising, the screams have gone. Too many have fallen, few still stand tall. Is this the ending of what we've begun? Will we remember what we've done wrong? ❞
Based off the song "The Howling" by Within Temptation.
yandere! xiao x yaksha! reader.
❤️ Art credit: - motiommmm on Twitter.
❤️ Note: Xiao is a character that I've always been fond of and after the quest we had in 2.7, this song just reminded me so much of him. It was tough choosing a lyric because literally any could fit. Find the lyrics or listen to the song, you'll understand what I mean.
⚠️: character death.
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"If you die, I'll die too (y/n)."
How long has it been since he said that? How many battles have been fought since that fateful day, how many of your comrades were you forced to see die right before your own two eyes? The task of being a yaksha was not an easy one but you were always proud of yourself for being able to hold out for so long.
Pride. That's one of the few things that kept you going.
You could feel the darkness coming for you at the dead of night, when the world was resting you were at war with yourself, you could hardly sleep a wink let alone do something else.
That's why Xiao made such an effort to be there for you.
You were young and in love when you first met him. Fast as the wind and handsome like a prince, it was love at first sight for you when it came to Xiao. Your brothers and sisters constantly teased the two of you and would always throw flowers at you, proclaiming that you were meant to be together. Xiao never made any comments but he never pushed you away either. Seeing you dance in the shimmering meadows freely beneath the moonlight was therapeutic to him. Sometimes he would even join you, his face stoic as ever but he moved like water and danced his heart out with you. His soft grip on your waist still lingered in your memory, the warmth and love of his darling gaze is what gave your life meaning.
Which is why this current predicament was so impossible to handle.
Laughter was replaced by screams, love wilted away into despair. Xiao was still in love with you but over the years as he continued to kill he would lose himself more and more. He would come back shaky and bloody, promising to make the world a safer place for you, whether you wanted it or not. His karmic debt was swallowing him from the inside out and it was getting to you as well. One evening, he proclaimed that he was going to protect you until the day he dies.
Never had he imagined that day would be now.
Sorrowful tears blurred your vision as you held your sword tightly against its hilt, the blade itself being deeply thrust into Xiao's firm chest. Scarlet red droplets fell to the ground, the sound of the thunderstorm and the rain masked your wallows of agony. Betrayal and hurt were written all over his face as he tried to grab your weapon, but his grip was too weak. His jade spear was on the ground, long forgotten by its master as he breathed in deeply. He lost the ability to speak as blood started to fill his mouth and spill onto you. Without warning he suddenly fell to the ground, his knees on your feet as you held him tightly against your chest, his own hands soon enough found their home on your body. You couldn't even look at him, not when the pain was so great. Xiao refused to go down without a fight however and with the miniscule amount of strength he had left he managed to steal a kiss from your bruised and bloody lips, for the final time. You could see the life being drained from his beautiful golden eyes as his grip got weaker and weaker. He was silently pleading you to look at him, please look at him, do not leave him all alone.
Looking up towards the gray sky the last thing he was ever going to see was you, his little glimmer of light.
Xiao had lived for ages and had many regrets but the one that he can never forgive is how much he had hurt you.
It's okay though, you reasoned with yourself. Even as he was bleeding to death on the ground you could still see what he was trying to tell you even if he could not use words anymore. Grabbing a small knife that was in your pocket you pressed it against your own neck with an iron tight grip. You were going to go to the same place that Xiao was going towards any second now.
If reincarnation really existed, you prayed that the two of you could be reborn in a kinder world.
A sharp pain engulfed you, you could not breathe anymore.
The world was now pitch black.
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hellonerf · 19 days
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this strawpage... @_@ anon ok i love thinking alot abt 1p&2p caname now how they'd all interact with each other (all a ruse to drive the two canames closer together as most things are) conjuring things in my mind now
funnily enough i think 1Pcana 2Pame is actually likely to go well together haha.... maybe at first cana is like wow (T_T) hes even more of an asshole than the ame i know... then blablabla WHAT?! he is being sincere transparent ?!?!?!?! the bewilderment of seeing a version of ur brother without his constant effort into projecting a specific image... i think cana is always. a little fascinated by these kinds of moments from ame but its moments he has to wrestle out of or comes after a kind of peak of things building up... and here it just comes out of this new ame?! without prompting?!? only awhile after they just met?!?! so heres the little weird bonding theyd have afterwards... easing of first impression hostilities.... and 2Pame is like haha a polite cana can u imagine... haha lol... haha hes sooo nicer and accomodates to me hahaa.. (looks down at feet).... then theyre projecting images of their dear brother with more agreeable behaviors into the other hahaha i love it.... both going if only he was this likeable!
even so i love base caname so in my mind this still comes to a head like... well you cant replace the bond and shared memories here... and i think 2Pame especially is more anxious or fidgety that this cana doesn't know the same things the other does... ohh hes nicer (missing the kind of specific care he needs)(looks around nervously) and 1Pcana is just not used to how this ame is... unable to talk to him about his little grievances... or joke about the same things they hate... this ame wont just sleep in the couch with me... (7_7) what will they do now?!
on the opposite end i think 1Pame and 2Pcana would just not like each other LOL i think i mentioned them before, finding what they could be interesting. i still find them interesting but in the way that i really dont think theyd get along and its really funny to me. just from first impression theyre like i dont like this guy... and then upon spending more time theyre like i REALLY dont like this guy... from 1Pame specifically i think hes just someone who doesnt mesh well with tough or more hostile demeanor guys i think... he doesnt like accomodating people and hes definitely not interested in this. this jerk?! (he was also kindof a jerk). especially since he looks like cana... i think he can deal with people who are colder like that if there is a semblance of attention or affection there.. with this new cana hes like u wont be nice to me and u wont even pay attention to me. (kills him in his mind). meanwhile 2Pcana is like hes annoying (without the inherent fondness he'd have for his ame from their shared childhood) Lol...
i think theyd just butt heads all the time... nobody willing to give in... especially especially since they look like someone they love. 1Pames just like what the hell :( wheres my cana who puts his hand in his face all exasperated and then drives me to where i asked him to anyways :( what the hell :( kill this fake cana with flamethrowers now (gritting teeth). and 2Pcana also cant stand him hes like this fakeness... fake politeness... who is this for. why are u saying excuse me. hate this performative behavior... (throws cigarette in his face). its like the worst traits of their loved one was put to the max... theyre like. sick of this guy already...
in my beautiful world ofcourse this makes the canames be like ok... so i love my... not his others... i just love him! all canames are beautiful and really funny and fun and cute! thank you anon idk if u'll end up seeing my ranting or if ur from twitter and not tumblr... but its really fun for me...
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vividmercurial · 3 months
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thoughts on my art in 2023
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i know i mostly use twitter etc but i feel like tumblr is better for long text and i am FEELING contemplative today!
I feel like, i always loved drawing so much. but its like my imagination was kind of empty. not in the sense that i couldnt imagine stories and images, nooo. i always had those in my mind of course. but i held back a lot of things in my art. i never really drew anything romantic, especially not queer, the amount of times i felt "i dont know what to draw.." is unbelievable to me now. i drew things i thought people would like. how can i apply my creativity to topics that people will like? fanart? cute anime girls? i feel like "shame" has not just been deeply anchored in me as a person, but it has been like a heavy chain weighing down my art and my life, not allowing myself and it to be fully authentic for a long time. there was always this thing that held me back. i wanna draw shirtless men !! but i cant show those drawings to my mum!! and that might sound really silly to you when reading this. but my mother has been such an incredibly supportive influence with my art. i could go and show her every new piece i made. she would think about it and listen to the thoughts behind it. i also felt like the limited online support for my art would go away if i made my art "weirder". and having any kind of success with my art felt like the only justification for me to exist in a way. especially when she wasnt there anymore to care about it, i just wanted someone to care about my work. and it sounds very dramatic i know. i think a lot of artists almost view their art as an exposed part of themselves. if people hate it or see the "weird and perverted" things about me, i am exposing myself to criticism and people not liking me. but being disliked for being SOMETHING, SOMEBODY, is something i have grown to prefer over being neutral, nothing, not memorable and not causing any reaction in anybody.
this year i found people who care, this year i fought through my own anxiety. this year i had to truly allow myself to be the way i am and allow the world to react to it. and it has been feeling like sitting on the roof of a car, going at 100mph. the anxiety never goes away. you just learn to be more confident to trust yourself to get through it. and it has brought me the most rewarding and and beautiful times of my life. i feel like i am slowly becoming a real person in a way. i respect myself more. i dont treat myself as carelessly anymore. i am kinder to others, i pay more attention to others, i care again. this is the key for me, i can finally care again and experience emotions without shame again. and i think a lot of people who only know me now might have no idea what i used to be like. and i think its for the better. i am not different now, i havent "changed" in the way people might assume. i have finally woken up. and i cant wait to channel these feelings into my art more and more and more. letting it speak for me.
thank you for reading!
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seoul-bros · 10 months
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It's the big anniversary and I have been wondering how the last 10 years would be celebrated after the emotional rollercoaster of last year. Imagine the confusion of a baby army when faced with the tear stained faces of RM, J-Hope and Jimin. Perhaps Jungkook was the one to most clearly and succinctly communicate what they were all thinking and feeling.
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It's worth watching the whole thing again if you can bear it. So many clues to what we have seen unfold over the last 12 months.
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It also reminded me of the roles initially assigned to everyone and how difficult it was for them to shake them off. Even last June, JK still hadn't shed the heavy mantel of the golden maknae.
But look at him now. I don't think anyone would dare to comment on his maturity in quite the same way right now. What a difference time and a little space can make.
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They have all changed and grown and the age differences that were so marked at the beginning of their career have faded almost completely away. It is therefore inevitable that when they do get back together, sometime in or after 2025 (fingers crossed) there will be another process of storming, forming and norming before they can perform again as a new more mature version of the team we all love.
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So what can this year's Festa really bring us with two members already enlisted, one in the middle of a World Tour and everyone else bombing around the world without more than a few hours notice.
Lots of promotional stuff definitely.
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BTS Presents Everywhere
Some photos of them all together.
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Wow this picture was taken a long time ago maybe just before or just after the Busan concert. Look at JK, pretty.
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Here's Jimin sat between his pole stars Jin and JHope.
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Let's take a close look at that hair. Eeeeeekkkk so beautiful.
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Then we have new music. The digital single Take Two written by RM and JHope and produced by Suga. It's coming out on at 1pm KST, 9th June 2023 so get ready to rumble. Good thing we have been getting our fair share of streaming practice with all the solo releases over the last few months.
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There will definitely be a lot of other surprises over the next few days and the celebrations will culminate with a massive fireworks display in Hangang Park in Yeouido on the evening of the 17th June. Tourist packages for the event are already on sale on line.
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This is so nice, the first time in a long time I get to tag all the members in a post. Happy Festa Everyone!
Post Date: 01/06/2023
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horrorslashergirl · 1 year
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For all the KINGS out there
MEN ARE NOT TRASH.
This is probably unrelated to my blog, but I had to write this out because it keeps haunting my mind. The constant hate men get on Tumblr and other social media platforms have been getting out of hand. I lost count of how many times I heard or read this phrase: "Men Are Trash." by women and I kept wondering... How can one person assume every single man on this planet is like that? Have you talked to all of them to prove this theory? Before I speak more, I want anyone who reads this to know it's not a hate-related post, but rather a wake-up call... especially for women who have been brainwashed by society.
NOW. Tons of women spoke about how men are useless, trash, and unneeded in society and how the world would be better without them.
The question is... Who works mostly in the construction industry? Who works mostly in the military department? The special forces? What about engineering and mechanics? Who is mostly down in the mines... getting all dirty and putting in loads of physical work?
Let's see something else...
Leonardo da Vinci
He invented the helicopter and the battle tank. He came up with designs for mechanical looms and hydraulic saws. He drew plans for submarines and robots. The list of his contributions to the world of engineering is virtually endless. 
Thomas Edison
A keen businessman with unbridled imagination, he is credited with thousands of inventions, including the phonograph, the electric light bulb, the telephone (although Alexander Graham Bell made it to the patent office first on that occasion), the movie camera, the microphone, and alkaline batteries.
Benjamin Franklin
His legacy includes the lightning conductor, bifocal lenses, and, according to some, the first experiments in nanoscience.
Nikola Tesla
Nikola Tesla was arguably the greatest geek who ever lived, always fixing things that weren't broken and coming up with amazing inventions in the process. We have him to thank for alternating current, the modern electric motor, remote-controlled boats, and, rumor has it, radar technology and wireless communications.
What about social media? Something that most women wouldn't be able to live without?
Facebook: Mark Zuckerberg
TikTok: Zhang Yiming
Twitter: Jack Dorsey, Noah Glass, Biz Stone, Evan Williams
Youtube: Steve Chen, Chad Hurley, and Jawed Karim
Instagram: Kevin Systrom
Still not enough? What about the luxury brands women are dying to have?
DIOR, Louis Vuitton, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci.
Oh, and let's not forget the brand of cars...
Ferruccio Lamborghini, Enzo Ferrari, Ettore Bugatti, Henry Royce & Charles Rolls, Ferdinand Porsche & Ferdinand Anton Ernst Porsche
Everything surroundings us... MEN have built, and I find it highly offensive to call all men trash. The Audacity!
The thought of waking up one day without men on this planet is simply a nightmare. Now, I am no doctor but I am pretty sure the human race needs MEN too so we can reproduce because, from my knowledge, women aren't capable of parthenogenesis.
Now, many women say that men have an easy life and lots of privileges, but I would like to disagree because if you said that, then you don't know anything about men at all. Just look up the case of 53-year-old journalist Norah Vincent, who pretended to be a man for a long period to see what living as a man is like. The experiment ended up in a tragedy as she committed suicide. She couldn't stand living as a man; she said it was so horrible, and she was shocked by how WOMEN treated her as she kept the disguise of a man.
I get it. Maybe some women ended up with shitty guys, but that's no excuse to treat the entire male population like that. There are good men and evil men... JUST like there are toxic women and good women.
This world needs women and men... to work together and not let social media brainwash them... and ultimately kill something beautiful.
Again, this post is not hate-related but a cold bucket of reality because sometimes we need reality to hit us upside the head and wake us up.
I see many posts like "You go, Queen!" or "Slay them, princess!"
Well... I just wanna say, "Keep your golden crowns straight, Kings!"
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verum-artifex · 9 months
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About Verum Artifex
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. "Traditional Works" "AI Works"
Please Read the Room.
"Crafted with Passion, Shaped by Imagination"
Welcome to Verum Artifex, where creativity meets innovation. Dive into a world where traditional artistry blends seamlessly with cutting-edge technology. Here, the human spirit of creativity is the driving force, and AI is a tool that enhances our abilities, not a replacement for them. Join us on this journey and discover the limitless possibilities of design and illustration.
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What is Verum Artifex? 
"Verum Artifex" means "True Artist" in Latin. Verum Artifex is an online portfolio of a talented Designer, Illustrator, and Artist based in the washington DC metro area. The website showcases the artist’s work and offers a cariety of design services tailored to meet the unique need of clients. I want to help people tap into their potential as an artist, and insprire people wirh great visuals.
"Crafted with Passion, Shaped by Imagination"
What type of work do you do? 
I specialize in digital illustration, creative design, branding services, graphic design, portraits, conceptualizations and ai generations.
 When did you start making Art & Design, and whats your background? 
As a child, I was fascinated with creativity, and the idea of the production of "Good Works", I adored experiencing art and developing my eye for good design, so much so that I naturally decided to make it my profession. I have been a visual artist for the past 10 years.
 What Programs do you use? 
Adobe Creative Suite, Midjourney, Procreate, Adobe Illustrator
Do you utilize AI into your work flow?
Yes, I am a traditional digital designer who also started to incorporate Artificial Intelligence into my workflow. With over a decade of experience in art and design through self-taught and traditional mediums, I began adopting AI at the start of 2023. Currently, I am in the discovery phase of this technology. I practice with it every day and will soon transition to a more transformative approach, incorporating my traditional abilities with this new phenomenon. It's important to note that while AI is a powerful tool, it doesn't replace the human creativity, thought, and decision-making that goes into each piece of art. Each design is a result of a human-led process, with AI serving as a tool to enhance and expand the creative possibilities. I firmly believe in respecting the rights and efforts of human artists. This includes not using someone else's work without permission, and giving credit where it's due. I am committed to using AI responsibly and ethically in my art.
However, despite its growing popularity, AI art is often misunderstood and underestimated. In this article, we will address the misconceptions surrounding AI art and highlight how it can enhance the skills of great artists and designers.
Unveiling the Misconceptions Surrounding AI Art and Its Potential for Advancing the Great Artist/Designer
Are your commissions open?
Yes, I am currently accepting commissions. If you have a vision or an idea that you'd like to bring to life, I would be glad to help you realize it. Whether it's a project, a gift, or a branding effort for your business, I'm here to provide a unique, creative solution that meets your needs. Don't hesitate to reach out with your ideas, and let's create something beautiful together. Contact me today and let's start the journey of turning your vision into reality.
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boringbones · 7 months
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Hi! I've seen a couple of people dragging you on twitter, and while I don't agree with them and think they were rude, I do agree that the terrain textures look kinda like pudding. Even if this is a preference, ansel filters don't help. I've seen you use them in all your visual mods and I don't think this is fair because what people see doesn't look exactly like that, people need to see a before and after in a texture replacement. And I also wanted to ask you, for what audience was your beta skin created exactly? Because the only way to make it look good is to use ansel filters and I'm sure almost no one uses them with The Sims 3. Please don't take this as a negative, I don't want to look like those people and I've already seen that you've received harsh criticism but you need to do something about ansel filters because people don't understand what they are seeing. Putting that aside, I do think you are doing a good job and the wall replacements look very good, although your style is quite far from what is the essence of The Sims 2 and that can be seen kinda off, it fits better in The Sims 3 imo.
Fortunately my memory is so quick to eliminate these situations that I don't even remember when it happened xD
In 2020, when I went back to working on OldSunset with everything, I ended up discovering Ansel filters. And they changed my life, because for the first time I was able to have a game as beautiful as anyone who shared screenshots with reshade and never showed their preset. And when I used it, my game looked completely different due to lack of knowledge.
With more and more people asking me how I managed to make my game look good, I identified an opportunity to grow my audience by doing one of the things I love, teaching. So I started teaching. I started doing Sunday lives, in my pajamas, teaching, answering questions and showing the results.
From then on I started to imagine:
When I started oldsunset I didn't have the best computer, I had (if I'm not mistaken) a 9500 gt from Nvidia. It met my needs but it wasn't the best card in the world.
In 2019 I decided that I would invest in a better graphics card as a birthday present for myself, so I gave myself an RTX 2060, it took over a year for me to discover that I could use Ansel filters on the TS3. Again, when I found out was also when I started teaching.
As I was making this knowledge accessible to everyone, I figured: If more people can see how amazing ts3 can be with this, more people can come back to create amazing mods for ts3. It's a two-way street. So I started teaching IDEALIZING this future: "In the future, all gamers will have a graphics card with access to Ansel filters and will be able to leave behind old, outdated looks and embrace new, defined looks."
That future may or may not be now, but one thing is for sure, I won't go back without Ansel filters. As much as I tried throughout this period. It simply doesn't work.
That said, once I see the game from another perspective, details that didn't bother me before started to bother me. The textures started to become very demarcated, pixelated and with an aesthetic style that I didn't like. So I started creating mods to solve this. You might say, "Wouldn't it be easier to just reduce the definition of the Ansel filters?" And the answer is: "No." Because from that point on, I saw the whole game in a blur.
As for whether it's fair or not, I'm creating for the future and I'm creating for a period where I see everyone using this knowledge to their advantage to make the game more beautiful, that being said, I create with that idea in mind. Will everyone join? Probably not, there are people satisfied with the game's current aesthetics. There are people who are proud of this and that's okay, they are different audiences and probably people who won't consume what I create. Just like I don't consume cc alpha which completely changes the aesthetics of some items in the game.
In all my content I try to be as transparent as possible that I am displaying my cc with filter presets that I teach you how to use.
In other words, I'm not depriving the public of this knowledge to make the game equal (which, by the way, in this case would be a little unfair)
As much as you think that a lot of people don't use it, I can see especially on more active Tumblrs, channels, etc., that I follow that there are a lot of people using it. Even on my server, when people share images, my subscribers are also using them. Now, I know that there is a disparity between those who use it and those who don't, but I estimate that this is due to two situations:
-Lack of knowledge on the subject (which I help resolve) -Lack of a compatible video card (which time and money over the years can help resolve)
Then you realize that there are two problems that have a solution.
You have a great point and I really appreciate it. It's a little annoying when we see something with one quality and when we put it in our game it has another. However, I allow myself not to feel guilty about it, because I teach you to get the same results, I literally take your hand and say, "I have nothing to hide, here's what I did"
If you can't have the same look today, I'm the same person who has been through this in the past and I can tell you: "When you get the chance, knowledge will be here waiting for you"
So that's what guides me on my production journey. The idea that at some point everyone who has access to this knowledge will also have visual content that perfectly matches this aesthetic. At least, from my point of view. Aesthetics is something particular and everyone has a different vision of what is beautiful.
The wall panels I'm making in ts2 go through the same situation. They are what they are because I built them with a set of filters overlaid on top of the game. It's not the same without the filters. But, again, it is not information that I hide, I always make it clear in everything I do.
That said, I hope that in the future this all makes sense and everyone can play their games from this perspective (if that's what they want)
If you have any questions, let me know
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jessicafurseth · 11 months
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Reading List, Spring Sap double edition.
"You begin with what you know, and what you know changes." - Cheryl Strayed
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"On the first day of spring I would forgive anything; the air ...  smells like forgiveness wide-armed enough to raise up all of history’s beloved dead. No one who ever went outside on a spring afternoon could really believe that there aren’t second acts in everyone’s lives." Helena Fitzgerald
"Awe has always been available to us. It’s an artefact of our own attention, rather than a force that emanates from magnificent things. It is perpetually nearby, but we like to imagine that it’s far away, a place that we visit on once-in-a-lifetime holidays, rather than a practice that we can foster across a lifetime. I’ve tended to see it as a frippery, an unnecessary decoration on the edges of experience that I can safely afford to ignore most of the time. I no longer think that’s true. Instead, I think that those vulnerable, ground-shifting encounters like awe, wonder, fascination and mystery are crucial to our survival." [Katherine May, The Guardian]
"I now kindly understand that a world which tells me not to mark my own skin is the world where outside opinion is more important than my choice, and prejudice has been carelessly applied. I believe that a body cannot be deemed inappropriate." [Corrie Foreman]
The Indelible Marks Of Apo Whang-Od, still tattooing at age 106  [Audrey Carpio, Vogue Philippines] ... and her apprentice, Grace Palicas, on Instagram.
Tattoos are about change [Rachel Jepsen, The Cut]
"I agreed that something needed to give. I disagreed that the something needed to be my work." Excerpt from 'You Could Make This Place Beautiful' [Maggie Smith, The Cut] ... and in response, this incredible Twitter thread solicited by Isabel Kaplan, with stories of relationships which are the opposite.  
Pet-Custody Agreements Are a Bad Idea [Ines Bellina, The Cut]
"I had sought permission my entire life to make choices; I had been well-behaved and studious as a youth, jumped through all the required hoops – academic, extracurricular and otherwise. But freedom was to be explored and exploited, I had now decided. These travels taught me that moving around wherever I liked was possible. And that I was always at home as long as I had a few necessary items: a journal, some blue jeans, a few ducats and, most of all, a sharp mind." Lessons from a life on the move [Jami Attenberg, The Guardian]
"'I think there’s probably a misconception that the more you plan, the less joy you get from something,' Johnson said. Sure, some of her favorite days are the unplanned ones, she said. But she’s found that those sorts of days can only be fully appreciated if you’re already created the space — and gotten the things done — to enjoy them." The case for planning your free time" (at least a little) [Madeleine Aggeler, The New York Times - this is a free link]
PSA: Some airlines will sell you a "couch" on long haul flights - that's three seats in a row in Economy at a price that's actually affordable, so you can sleep flat. This is potentially game-changing.
Why are we so fascinated by super-organised homes? [Amelia Tait, The Guardian] 
“I don’t know what I think except that I don’t think any of us has to have a firm opinion about what it means to be a woman.” On a hysterectomy [Anna Holmes, The New Yorker]
To Accept My Chronic Condition, I Needed to Grieve the Life That Could Have Been [Carolyn Todd, SELF]
"Elements of my character I used to think of as my personality are gone: intense sentimentality, worrying about everything, moroseness. So what is personality, and what is symptom?" Who Am I Without My Depression? [Imogen West-Knights, Vogue]
Name and shame, a column by Emma Forrest [The Guardian]
Shades of grey in Bilbao [Juan Navarro, The London Review of Books]
The people who still use a London A-Z map [The Londonist]
"I always felt [Nemesis] was a missed opportunity to create a story and play a story line that had a fitting and proper conclusion to it. None of us knew that was going to be our last outing. So there was always, at least for me, a sense of a missed opportunity, something unfulfilled. That ship had sailed. Two decades have passed. I had long since given up on any hope of a conclusion as satisfying as this one is." - LeVar Burton ‘Star Trek: Picard’ Gets the ‘Next Generation’ Band Back Together [Sopan Deb, The New York Times]
Patrick Stewart will look great forever [Caity Weaver, GQ]
The peerless Natasha Lyonne on what surprises her, at 43: "The only surprise is how false the bill of goods is that we’re sold as young women. We’re supposed to be terrified of anything after 17 or 21. So it’s a revelation to discover what a lie that was. The truth of the matter is, it’s way better over here. I’m sure any woman in her 40s is gonna tell you, that’s when it all starts clicking, because you get to let go of so much concern about what other people think, and you get to focus on what you care about. And, of course, life being that funny karmic beast that it is, as soon as you let go of certain things, those are the very same things that come to you."
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All Instagram Users Can Buy, Sell, and Mint NFTs Soon!
What Are NFTs On Instagram?
Instagram NFTs will be special because any digital collectibles can be put into utility as an NFT. Users can showcase their NFT on a platform which contains 1.38B active users.
Any user on Instagram can publicly view NFTs on their own news feed. Eventually one day a creator's NFT can get popular as users begin to share it with their friends and families. Tagging creators’ and owner’s names will happen quite often when NFTs are officially live on Instagram.
Imagine how our future would be!
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NFTs Are Coming To Instagram?
Curious to know of NFTs coming to Instagram?
Awe! It is a big move!
Instagram is about to integrate with NFTs and looking forward to making a big step by collaborating with real world assets. NFTs On Instagram can probably roll out to 100+ countries as users rely on the creator's platform like “Meta”. Featuring NFTs on Instagram creates a massive audience on Instagram as NFT freaks and brands march towards this platform.
Overwhelming users on Instagram also predict that NFTs can revolutionise industries like fashion, clothing, fashion wearables, brands, etc. Our close-by days will make us strongly understand the influential use cases on social network communities.
Work is actually in progress as Meta started to roll out the features that let creators sell NFTs On Instagram. It is officially yet to be on live and to be announced.
As of today’s date, Instagram has selected a group of creators who like to feature their NFTs on this space. Probably beauty brands and the fashion industry can pull over the social media audience with NFTs.
Adhering to innovation, Instagram also never misses to upgrade by bringing out new features into it.
Let’s wait and watch how it works!
Why The Arrival Of Instagram NFTs Are In Headlines?
NFTs on big social networks like Instagram can capture the attention of users from one corner of the world connected with creators on the other corner of the world.
Openness to NFTs on Instagram is one of the underlying causes behind its hype. NFTs are free for sharing without any gas fee, enabling users to share an image in the form of NFT.
Creators too can take advantage and become successful as it acts as a bridge to showcase their talents. This revolution can permanently shut off the pitfall like low opportunities for creators to exhibit their talents.
Meta too supports creators by expanding its NFT support to Instagram!
Looking for extra proof?
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Even Twitter can integrate NFTs & make NFT Tweets in the future!
Closing Thoughts
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July 12, 2020  A FAKE SOMEBODY: THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY- The Ebert Test
This week I want to try a thought experiment.
Why?
Well first of all, why not? (This is the guiding philosophy of all internet content, btw)
But also because these days, I find it difficult to think about anything removed from a sociological context.
So, as I have done my whole life, I’ll try to make sense of the world via the movies.*
[*Results may vary]
It is an indulgent–not to mention obsessive, not to mention dorky– undertaking, the constant reexamination of formative pop culture.
But sometimes re-examination reveals clues that hold retroactive power in terms of decoding and understanding a changing world.
By which I mean to say, The Talented Mr. Ripley is a movie about White Privilege.
…Okay, your first response may be something along the lines of, “Duh.”
Class and entitlement are obvious, overt themes in a film centering around characters who inhabit a world of profound privilege, all of them White.
Dickie Greenleaf embodies a certain timeless archetype of privileged White maleness, a beautiful, charismatic bully, a user and discarder of people and things.
A sort of postwar Billy Zabka, if you will.
And we can thank Dickie for his service. Without him, 80’s cinema would have been devoid of antagonists.
But I really want to zero in on Matt Damon’s performance as Tom Ripley. This was his second great performance–after Good Will Hunting–and viewers may not have quite been prepared. It was a bit of a change-up, but it displayed a quality that would, in successive fare like The Departed and The Informant! (and even, to an extent, the Oceans 11 movies), become one of Damon’s hallmarks as an actor.
It represents a subtle variation on Dylan, the prep school dick from School Ties.
It’s the ability to embody characters who convey a certain self-righteous impotence, who are self-loathing and duplicitous in equal measure.
Guys at inner odds, who can’t quite measure up to their own imagining of themselves.
Tom Cruise has often played characters who hung around this well, but his characters win in the end. However, as we look around our world, we see that real life looks less like Maverick and Cole Trickle and more like Colin Sullivan and Mark Whitacre.
The other actor who really excels at this kind of character–in work like The Place Beyond The Pines and The Words–is Bradley Cooper.
The Words is a lesser-known movie from 2012. Cooper plays a young novelist. A good, but not great writer. But he’s intelligent, thoughtful, handsome, has a beautiful wife–all the elements are there and so, ultimately, plagiarizing someone else’s book feels less like theft and more like a benign “fudging” of the final details.
I think this is what we talk about when we talk about entitlement, privilege, failing upward.
Also, there’s the matter of Ripley being a serial killer.
But first, it’s worth mentioning that The Talented Mr. Ripley is a great movie. It contains essentially no sympathetic characters yet remains a supremely enjoyable watch–engaging, riveting, full of sensual pleasure.
And Tom begins life in mostly-sympathetic fashion. He is a sensitive soul, a true connoisseur of art, music and beautiful things. That’s why his sudden turn to homicide is so jarring. As in a musical suite, we are blasted out of the familiar and into a new, very different movement. Aesthetically, it’s surprising.
But consider the crimes for which Dickie is condemned to die: spurning Tom’s advances (even if only implicit), but more so for the sin of not being as sensitive, sophisticated and authentic as Tom.
For the sin of being an alpha.
This is extremely incel-ish behavior.
Take this line, one of the film’s most famous: “I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.”
Could Tom have known that Reddit and 4Chan and Twitter would pretty much base their business models on this philosophy?
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What if social media didn't exist and nobody would know what you were doing?
Imagine a world without social media. What if nobody would know what we were doing, thinking or feeling. Would our lives be different? Would we be more lonelier, more isolated, or more bored ?
Let's imagine a world or just imagine your childhood where your phones don't buzz with likes and messages and nobody sees what you do except the birds and trees. No Instagram, no twitter, no endless scrolling... It's just you and your life.
A world where you watch the sunsets without getting worried of getting a perfect picture. A world where you actually cherish your beautiful memories of your trips and vacations rather than flaunting your photography skills on social media. A life where conversations aren't only limited to short texts or perfect pictures. Where it's not about seeking validation through online likes and comments... Instead it's just about your inner satisfaction.
Just imagine in an era dominated by connectivity and digital updates... Without social media wouldn't life be like a private garden, where your moments aren't constantly on display. Where you can grow without the constant pressure of sharing every details online. Where you would have more time and attention for yourself and your loved ones.
A Life without social media??
Wouldn't privacy regain its significance? Wouldn't real life interactions start matter more?
And it's not about what would the world be... It's about what would you be without it ?
Now it's a question to you as well, What story would you write, if no one was reading but only you?
So put down your phone for some time, silence the buzz, close your eyes and listen to your soul what dreams hide in your heart, unheard above the digital noise.
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