#i’ll probably just do simple pieces like this bc i do not have the TIME

[kentopedia]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ SAFEGUARD — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa

summary . . . they save you after you've been injured and captured by an enemy.

contents . . . sfw, f!reader (chuuya & dazai) and gn!reader (akutagawa), violence / blood, threats, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, established relationship, and it's pmboss!dazai bc i can't help myself — 3.5k total

notes . . . i got this request so long ago lol. not my best work, but i have been in the worst writing slump ever and just wanted to finish something. i've also never written for akutagawa before so pls be nice <3

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

there are very few times that chuuya feels he’s been outsmarted. he knows he’s not the mastermind of the port mafia, but he certainly isn’t a fool. when it comes to you and your well-being, though, his mind short-circuits, half of his intelligence draining away while his emotions take hold. 

your relationship isn’t a secret to anyone in the port mafia, which means that it isn’t a secret to your enemies either. and while most people know it’s hard to land a finger on chuuya directly, his pretty little girlfriend doesn’t have the power of a god nestled inside of her.

the rage sparks through him, growing fiercely into the blaze of a forest fire, until all he can think of is getting you home safely. he thinks of your sweet smile as he rips the door of the enemies’ base off the hinges, crushing it into a million pieces with the force of gravity. 

the men are quick to react, but chuuya hurtles the crushed door towards them, knocking three of them to their feet. another group charges at him, but their guns do little against his skill. after years of fighting some of the strongest ability users, simple criminal organizations are as easy to step over like ants. 

chuuya kills them all — except for one.

the man’s knees are wobbling, hand shaking around the gun as he realizes that these will be his final moments. there is fear in his eyes, brown ones that rest wide open, and chuuya almost hesitates. his remorse doesn’t last long, though, before he’s wrapping a hand around the man’s throat, thrusting him backwards. 

“where is she?” chuuya asks, voice sharp and commanding. 

he can feel the man swallowing. 

chuuya knows that backup is probably on the way, but it won’t matter whether they show up or not. he’ll crush the rest of his enemies just as he’s crushed the last twenty men. the poor soul in his leather hold seems to know that as well. 

“i-i’ll take you to her,” he rasps, dropping his gun to claw at chuuya’s hand. 

he drops him, lets him take a few heaving breaths and coughs, before he’s kicking at him, forcing him back to his feet.

the young man takes him up the elevator, weaves him through a hallway as chuuya leaves a scattering of bodies in his wake, not hesitating to kill a single man that gets in his way. there is nothing that can keep him from you. 

how fiercely and loyally he loves you — it drives him to near insanity. 

finally, with blood coating his face and his clothes, the young man enters a room, locked with a code, revealing you. 

chuuya’s rage is almost as blinding as his corruption, as he gazes at the sight of you. bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair, so visibly harmed. his hands clench into fists. “get the fuck away from her,” he says to the man who seems to be monitoring you.

“what are you doing in here?” the men left in the room panic, but they don’t have time to react before chuuya throws them back at the wall, so quickly, with so much force, that their spines snap. they hit it with a sharp crack, skulls shattering against the plaster, the wall crushing beneath the weight of them. 

limply, they fall to the floor. 

chuuya rushes over to you. 

the young man that led him here disappears, but chuuya isn’t worried about him. he’s a coward; he’ll likely flee from the country and never look back. the men that truly hurt you are already dead, and he’ll burn this building to the ground once he’s gotten you away from it. 

“hey,” chuuya says, cradling your cheeks gently, trying to coax you back awake. he’s not sure if it’s exhaustion, blood loss, or the obvious head trauma that caused you to pass out in the first place. but you’re still breathing, so he counts that as a blessing. 

“hey,” he whispers again, kissing your forehead, like it will heal all your ailments. “wake up, baby. we gotta get you out of here, okay?” 

it takes you a few seconds to come to, eyes glazed over and shell-shocked as you blink at him. “chuuya?” you say; your voice is so hoarse it makes chuuya want to keel over and vomit. “is it really you?” 

guilt gnaws at him, almost crushing, at the fact that thirty-six hours passed, and you’re delirious enough not to recognize him. you probably haven’t eaten, either. 

he should’ve been there. no one should’ve ever had the chance to hurt you, yet…

“it’s me, i’m here,” he says, kissing your lips, your temple, brushing your hair away from your face. the strands are sticky with blood. “shit,” chuuya nearly shouts, pulling a knife from his pocket, sawing through the thick ropes around you as quickly as he can. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.” 

he can’t get you free fast enough, and you smile at him, drowsy, your eyes fluttering shut once more. “it’s okay, chuuya,” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you’re here now.” 

“you have to stay awake,” he says desperately, realizing your head is still bleeding. he doesn’t know how hurt you are. chuuya’s no expert when it comes to medicine, but he’s smart enough to know that internal injuries could be even worse than the external ones. 

“stay awake for me, okay, honey? i’ll get you back to the boss and we’ll find you a doctor. you’ll be just fine.” 

“okay, chuuya,” you hum, weakly gripping his back. seconds of silence pass before you mutter, “i just want to go home.” 

"i know." his heart pulls, and he almost lets out a cracked sob. but he refrains, knowing that there is plenty of time to drown in his sorrows later. 

finally, he gets the ropes under, lifting you from the chair. you’re so much lighter, weaker, and it makes him sick as he carries you. “let’s get you home.” 

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀. . .

the call comes just as akutagawa is getting ready to head home for the evening, his tasks completed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. 

normally, he doesn’t stick around to say any goodbyes, sneaking off into the darkness of the night like a shadow, blending right in. but, something about the evening, so gloomy and drizzly with spring rain, feels off. 

with a heavy knot in his chest, so much different than an incoming fit of coughs, akutagawa heads back up to mori’s office, if perhaps to only ensure that everyone else’s jobs had been completed. he’s a lot of things, but he’s never been a slacker; and he’ll do what it takes to ensure that his position in the mafia is eternally secure.

though, he doesn’t have the opportunity to get all the way upstairs before he run into the boss, who is calm, but with an air of irritation clouding him. 

he explains the current situation to akutagawa in a clipped tone, bored — an enemy group has kidnapped you, holding you hostage. 

“how rude is it to bother a man, just as he is getting ready to go to sleep?” mori says, sighing histrionically.

but what is a minor inconvenience to mori sends an entire wave of dread through akutagawa, his entire body feeling as if it’s been dipped in ice. he can’t explain the horror that washes over him, not really, because he shouldn’t feel so panicked. it is rare for him to get worked up about the danger his subordinates find themselves in, save for his sister, of course. 

but you… you’re different. 

“can i trust you to diffuse the situation?” mori asks, impatiently glancing at his watch as if that will change anything. “i can call someone else, but they will not be so quick.” 

akutagawa doesn’t even think before he accepts the job, hating the way he sounds pathetically desperate for more details. his hands flatten the edge of his cloak, as if his ability is going to take on a mind of its own. 

he calls for a driver, calm but breathing so heavily that an aching cough rises up in him. his throat feels as if it may begin to bleed, but he swallows, glances away from the driver and gets himself under control.

there’s a ransom — bring them the money and they’ll return you, mori had told him. you’re only a lower ranking member of the mafia, and someone that makes for a pretty poor bargaining chip, so the motive is questionable. 

mori probably would’ve let you die, akutagawa knows, his teeth gritting together, so much so that a splintering sound comes from it. but the boss, in his infinite, concerning wisdom, seems to also know that his loyal dog has an soft spot for you. 

as regrettable as that may be.

akutagawa has no doubt that whoever the enemy is, they are no match for him. still, a twinge of anxiety settles in his stomach, fingers jittery as the driver, despite the decreased traffic of the hour, seems to drive impossibly slow. 

“are we not in a rush?” akutagawa snaps, leaning forward.

“apologies,” the driver, says, not daring to even look at akutagawa from the mirror. but the car speeds up, enough for akutagawa to be able to notice, at least. it cools the simmer that has already begun deep in his chest.  

even so, the car seems to go at a snails pace, minute upon minute flying by, with you in the clutches of an enemy. 

akutagawa doesn’t care who they are. he doesn’t care why, or how they captured you. he wants them dead. he’ll rip them apart, easily, and he’ll make them suffer — they’ll be alive for all of it, for every second that he peels the skin from their bones, ripping the smaller ones out of their sockets. 

what he feels for you… well, it’s too hard for him to admit to himself. he has no experience with what it means to care for another person, doesn’t even know if that’s his goal. he just knows he wants to protect you.

and he can’t do that if you’re dead.

finally, the car pulls up to an old warehouse, one at the very outskirts of the port, beyond the docks and the shipping carts. it’s tucked far back, an obvious lair for some villainous organization that doesn’t want to be found. 

akutagawa gets there, but there is nothing. he hears nothing, feels no signs of life as he trudges through the puddles left behind from the earlier rain. 

a small string of panic begins again, as he wondered if maybe the call that mori had told him was only a ruse. maybe this entire time had been a distraction, a way to lure him away. there are other skill-users in the mafia, but none quite as dangerous as him. 

though, he hears it, then. a small little sound, muffled and hoarse, full of pain. 

he ducks into another corner of a warehouse, and you’re there — bound with chains and a gag across your mouth, one of your eyes blackened with bruises, your nose bleeding. 

his heart aches. never in his life has he so quickly made his way over, used the sharp edges of his ability to shear through the chains, falling to his knees as he unbinds the cloth from your lips. 

“where are they?” he rasps, mouth opening and closing, hating the sound of his own voice. he recognizes his desperation, his anger, but the affectionate sound that clips at the end is unfamiliar, as he shakily pulls himself closer to you. 

you glance up at him, eyes glossy and wide, and though you are scared, hurt, he’s so thankful you are alive. his heart flips once, as you grasp at his cloak, the material that has the blood of so many staining the threads. 

“gone,” you say, throat chalky, words nothing more than a note against the wind. “they fled when they heard it was you coming.” 

“and left you?” he asks, jaw clenching, as he hopes that the emotions aren’t as visible on his features as he thinks they are. “were you not a ransom?” 

“no,” you swallow, hard, as if in pain. he notices bruises around your neck, the shape of fingerprints indented there. “i was bait.”

anger rises up in him like a wave, engulfing him, wholly and relentlessly. he is no stranger to that, like he is the kindness you show him, the way you look at him as if he is your protector, rather than a bringer of destruction. “i’ll go after them. where are they headed? they’ll pay, i’ll slaughter—”

“ryunosuke,” you say, reaching for him as he stands, expression pleading as he backs away. “stay.” 

he has half a mind to ignore you — the enemy escaped, after all. but your voice. your eyes… you look so small sitting there, bloodied and bruised and broken. 

“please,” you try again, near tears, and though he has never been good with obvious displays of emotion, something within him snaps at the desperation in the word. 

he nods, slowing his pace as he returns to you, lets you wrap yourself in him, cling to him. his hands fall, naturally, to your waist, somehow knowing where they belong, even if akutagawa never has a clue what he’s doing with you. 

“i’ll call hirotsu,” he says simply, before pulling out his phone, not bothering to untangle himself from you. 

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

dazai is not a forgiving man, and will never learn to be. forgiveness is not a luxury he is often able to indulge in in his line of work, and his heart has hardened enough that until the end of time, those that are branded his enemies will remain his enemies. 

though, in his blackened heart, one soured over the course of time, you have carved out your own little space, lit it up with golden rays of light that are fiery enough to melt the stone casing of his chest. 

his only love — his only weakness. but it is a weakness that his enemies know about as well. 

dazai tries his best to keep you safe. he always has, and he knows that, sometimes, his grasp on you can be a little too tight. that the way he tries to keep you under his watchful eye can sometimes be stifling, frustrating. 

but he can’t always be there to protect you. and it is in times like these, that he regrets letting you go without a bodyguard. he regrets that he listened to your insistence that you could keep yourself safe. 

he should’ve at least told you to take a friend. 

“boss,” his subordinate says, bowing his head, his voice pleading, desperate. “i’m so sorry. your wife—”

“if anything… anything happens to her, you will be the one responsible, do you understand?” dazai says, his eyes cold as he glowers down at the man, only a few inches shorter than him, but feeling so much smaller. “i will personally see that this act does not go unpunished.” 

“of course, sir,” the man says, and he, at the very least, has the decency to sound resigned. to accept his fate and suffer the consequences, for allowing the boss’s wife to get herself into such a situation. 

and dazai means it, every last word; if he finds you in a state closer to death, anyone who put you in harm’s way will be torn apart from the inside out. he isn’t able to think of anything but bringing you home safely, his hands shaking with rage as he sends more than enough people out on a search to find you. 

with all the strings he’s able to pull as the mafia boss, it doesn’t take long to find you, for those that have bravely — or stupidly — used his wife as bait to come forward, and offer an attempt at some sort of negotiation. 

there’s little of the conversation that dazai remembers on the phone, even less that he remembers after that. the anger bubbles up in him and grabs hold of his conscience, the emotion directing his movements with a mind of its own. 

he’s already sent out every last one of his people into the field, ensuring that the organization that had the gall to threaten you is wiped off the face of the earth. deleted from every corner of the world, buildings flattened to the ground. by tomorrow, they won’t have ever existed. 

today, he doesn’t care what happens as long as he finds you alive. 

you’re held hostage by two men — so completely beaten that they’ve given up on any restraints. whatever they wanted from you, you seemed to refused to have given up, lip bleeding, eyes swelling so badly that you can’t even open them. 

dazai doesn’t hesitate before pulling the trigger on the first man, then turning to the other, shooting the hand that holds the pistol. the man recoils, shouts, and drops the weapon completely, as dazai lands another bullet to his knee, causing him to fall. 

slowly, dazai walks up, firing again to his other arm, a loud snap echoing throughout the room. the man winces, trying to crawl to the gun, one last desperate attempt to stay alive. 

he kicks the gun away, watching, as, pathetically, the expression in the enemy’s face changes — any of his remaining hope vanishes. 

“you told me she was unharmed,” dazai says, bending down, his coat flaring out behind him as he squats. 

the man coughs, gasping for air as the blood seeps out of him. “we lied.” he smiles cruelly, and though he shares the same sort of darkness as those in the port mafia, there is something even more twisted in his smile. 

dazai hums. “you the leader?” 

the man doesn’t give an answer, but the slight twitch of surprise on his face is all dazai needs. he’s no one — just a grunt whose life was put on the line to guard you. 

“didn’t think so.” dazai shoots him once, straight through the forehead, instantly killing him. but he is vindictive, angry, and the man he truly wants to destroy, the one who took you, is nowhere to be found. another bullet lands, tearing apart the flesh of his temple, then another, and one more, his skull beginning to cave in from the force of it all. 

dazai heaves, letting the gun clatter to the ground as it runs out of bullets, and then he realizes, all this time, you’ve just been watching him. the ugliest side of him — the worst side of him. 

you’re no stranger to it, of course. how can you be, when you’ve shared a life with him for years? but that doesn’t mean he wants you to see it, see how bloodthirsty he can become. 

he stumbles over to you, where you’re still sitting on the ground, your wrist in your lap, bent at an angle that he knows isn’t right. bruises are littered across your skin, and your hair is matted from the blood that pools at your temple. 

it takes every ounce of restraint he has to stay calm, a million feelings swirling under his skin. ones that he was never familiar with until he met you. 

“i’m sorry,” he says, taking your face in his hands so, so softly, worried that he’ll hurt you even more. “i’m sorry, darling. i should’ve — i should’ve been there.” dazai notices his hands are shaking and he balls them up into fists, leaning back. “fuck. fuck — i’ll kill them all, just tell me who it was. anyone who laid a finger on you. i’ll cut them down one by one.” 

“osamu,” you say, and your voice is raspy, cracking, as your unbroken arm reaches for him, squeezing his shaking hand. “i—”

you open your mouth to continue, but only tears come streaming down your cheeks, over your bloodied lips, saltiness soaking your jawline. no words don’t leave you, but a soft sob chokes itself up your throat.

“hey, hey, hey.” dazai’s voice softens, every muscle in his body relaxing as he draws you nearer to him, into his chest with a touch that’s barely there. “you’re safe. i’m here, okay? they’re not going to hurt you again, sweetheart.” 

you sniffle, barely making a sound, but he can feel the tears drop onto his clothes, soaking the material.

“can you walk? are you hurt anywhere else?” 

you hesitate for a moment before answering; he’s not sure if there’s a reason you only answer the first question. “i can walk.” 

dazai nods, and though the rage is still bubbling there, underneath the surface, there is a coolant streaming through him at the vision of you alive. the men who did this will pay the price, but he still has you — and that’s all that matters.

thank you for reading !!! ❤︎

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[witchersoldier]

Good Fucking Girl

rafe cameron x reader

SUMMARY: you find yourself inside the globe of death with none other than Rafe Cameron.

WARNINGS: mentions of drug use I guess, cursing, suggestive themes, a little dark I think but not really, cringe and rushed writing, not proofread. English is not my mother tongue.

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

AUTHORS NOTE: once again posting just after just finishing it. I never double read my work, or else I'd never post anything bc I'd probably hate delete it and never write again.

It was supposed to be a simple kook party, well, as simple as those went. But now I found myself inside a large metal globe, curiosity, and a bit of a haze from the pot brownie I had few minutes ago, led the way. A crowd slowly started to form outside the cage, faces I didn’t recognize were filled with excitement.

“Great, the substitute’s already here. Cameron, you’re in now.” The guy just beside the globe door spoke. Before I could say anything back, engine revving filled my ears and a sudden rush of adrenaline took over me. Globe of Death, that’s what this was. How come I didn’t recognize it sooner? They thought I was some kind of substitute, but for what? I had no bike nor was I dressed as a stunt rider.

Faster than my eyes could register, a red bike pulled up beside me inside the globe. He wasn’t showing any skin, yet he looked so damn delicious. Those black and red leathers clung around his larger body, the helmet with dark visors gave him such a mysterious look. He just stood there, tall and confident, making me feel smaller and fragile.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he spat at me, voice muffled. His hand flew to his visors pulling them up, revealing his ocean blue eyes. There was a hint of worry and anger, the latter was clearly not directed at me. I was stuck in place, trying to put together the pieces, his eyes and voice all too familiar. “Rafe?” my heart started racing, beating against my chest, so loud.

Fate was always bringing me to him, in the most unusual ways. Now this?

“Y/N get out of here now; you could get seriously hurt.” He looked down at me, commanding me to leave. Part of me felt scared and wanted to leave and obey him right now, but the need to defy him spoke so much louder inside of me. I didn’t have to prove him anything, but every time the Cameron boy was around me, I felt the undying urge to test his patience. Also, I could never let him see the power he has over me. “I’ll do what I please. And right now, I really feel like staying.” I raised my chin, looking deep into his eyes. Challenging him.

He only clenched his fist over his lap and chock his head, as if trying to get rid of his thoughts. Then again, strangely calm, he looked at me. “Fine. You want to do this? You got it. But if I see even one little hint of fear in you-” he didn’t finish his sentence, leaving it to my imagination. It was what he didn’t say that hit something deep inside of me, it made me feel hotness all over my body.

Rafe abruptly grabbed my wrists and put my arms above my head, making my red crop top ride up until it was barely covering my breasts. “Be a good girl for me and keep your arms up just like that, will ya?” Rafe’s voice was low as he gave me the order, his hand that was holding my arms up slowly traced down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. When he reached the hem of my black skater skirt, he gave a barely-there squeeze and quickly put down his helmet visors. He revved his engine again, the vibration traveling through my body.

The crowd outside the cage was screaming, cheering. My friends probably somewhere looking at me, wondering ‘what the hell’s gotten into me’. The answer was right here inside the globe with me. Rafe Cameron. He’s got the talent of always getting under my skin, making me feel things no one else ever could, making me do things I normally wouldn’t, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, fight against it. That’s just the Rafe Cameron effect; he brings out parts of me that have always been there, just never stimulated enough.

And then the show began. Rafe started to make circles around me in his bike, going so fast I could barely make out his silhouette. The fear I felt before vanished so fast, in its place a feeling I didn’t think would make its way into this situation; arousal.

Rafe’s gloved hand touched the exposed skin on my waist, and he dragged it along as he kept circling around on his bike. My whole body felt like it was on fire, burning so hot, and the blood rushed to my core making me throb and clench around nothing, my body was betraying my mind. I wouldn’t be able to confront, deny Rafe after this, I’ll just be putty in his hands.

I don’t know if it was seconds, minutes or hours that passed by since he started touching me, but as soon as his hands left it was like the ground beneath my feet was disappearing too. I looked up to see Rafe taking of his helmet, still riding his bike around. His bangs hanging loosely on his forehead. He looked so heavenly right now, and I understood then when people said ‘looks can be deceiving’. No matter how angelic he’s looking now, Rafe Cameron’s the devil walking on Earth.

He handed his helmet for me to hold while he gave the final laps, and I held onto it like it was the only thing keeping me alive. At the moment, that’s what it felt like.

I only noticed the show was done when Rafe’s now bare hand touched my ass under my skirt. I couldn’t even fight it, his touch felt so fucking right, even with all those prying eyes around. If I was honest, the people watching us exchanging touches only made my body burn hotter.

His free hand came up to my jaw, forcing me to look into his eyes. Dilated pupils gave him away. He was just as turned on as me. I forced my head down to glance at his trousers; they looked so much tighter than before and made me think of how much I wanted to just sit on his lap and grind against him, right here and now.

Rafe forced my head back up, his face coming closer to mine. His lips were mere inches away from touching mine. He breathed out a low moan that sent shivers down my spine. His lips softly touched mine, just a ghost of a kiss, and he whispered to me approvingly, “Good fucking girl”.

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[missmeinyourbones]

oh oh okay atsumu then for the chocolate thing!! and suddenly every household chore he has becomes a shirtless one. shirtless folding laundry, shirtless mopping the floor, shirtless doing the dishes…and he folds first bcs he’s really just turned himself on thinking about what’ll happen when you give in

AFAB reader, highly suggestive, minors DNI

"and where did you get these?"

atsumu was a bit too proud himself when he came home with the surprise in hand. plopping it on the table and beckoning you over, he carefully watches as you examine the box with suspicion. 

simple black and decorated with gold lettering, it looks normal. like an average box of chocolates, one he’d get you on valentines day or as a sweet surprise after a bad week. but when he cracks it open and removes all plastic protectant, you know somethings different. 

"online," atsumu merely shrugs, focused on reading the backing of the box as he removes the contents. 

you snort in annoyance, "that's comforting."

“don't worry about it," he beams at your grumpy facade. 

there are only four chocolates inside of the box, each with an imbedded slit in the middle, implying they be broken in half and shared with someone else.

"they're safe,” he assures you, “you know i'd never give you somethin' that wasn't."

though his sweetness shines through, you roll your eyes at the entire situation. 

its not that you’re against the idea of some silly aphrodisiac, whether it works or not. but today was your designated cleaning day, and if this was atsumu’s cheap way of getting out of his share of chores, then he has another thing coming. 

"not today," you decline his eager offer. "we have things to do."

the pout that pulls at his lips is almost immediate. "baby, c'mon. it'll be fun."

he pokes your side and chuckles when you flinch at the sudden prod. he bites his tongue before it can say something smart about how you don’t even need the chocolate to be sensitive. 

"you said you'd help me clean," you remind him through gritted teeth, though your fingers still dance along the spine of the box. 

"and i will,” he childishly insists. “i can be horny and clean at the same time. usually am when yer around, anyways."

his comment receives a halfhearted smack to the chest.

"stupid," you note out loud, more so to the package before you rather than to the man beside you. "it's probably all psychological," you mutter beneath a sigh. 

atsumu’s eyes narrow in thought, "psychological...?"

"tell me you know what psychological means."

"course i do, but how?"

he watches your eyes flicker between the box and the chocolates, as if you’re teetering on the edge of decision. what he recognizes to be a nervous hand comes up and picks at your lower lip. 

"like when you tell a kid not to eat a piece of candy, it makes them want it more," you explain. 

atsumu nods along, "so yer the candy in this scenario."

"and you're the kid," you confirm.

a grin flashes across his face and you’ve known him long enough to know that it’s one of no good. 

"so if it's just psychological," he borderline challenges, removing one from he wrapper and splitting it between his fingers, holding a half out in front of you, "eat one and do yer chores."

you eye the candy in his hand with suspicion, before plucking it from his hold and weighing it in your palm. "it’s not me i’m worried about," you remind him. 

atsumu perks up a bit too quickly at your implied response. "i’ll do my chores too, swear." his hand is raised like he’s promising and reciting a boy-scout’s oath. 

and with that, the chocolates are pressed and dissolved on your tongues, and (much to atsumu’s dismay) the long list of chores to be done begins. 

he’s fine, for a little bit. sure, sweeping the kitchen floor sucks, but it doesn't suck any more than it usually does. and you’re there, too. laughing at a few of his jokes and looking all pretty for him as you wash the dishes piling up in the sink. 

and suddenly, it’s hot. was it always this hot in here? the thermostat reads a comfortable room temp, but he finds himself cracking a window anyways. and when he looks back to you, expecting to see you also feeling the candy’s effects, he’s met with disappointment. minding your own business in between soapy hands and half-clean glassware, you look focused. 

he watches your eyebrows furrow in concentration. listens intently to your tiny grunts of extra pressure applied to certain stubborn spots on the dishes. they remind him a bit too much of the noises you make when he sucks too harshly on that spot by your throat, or even the ones you make when he takes a crooked finger and presses it gently to your—

"feel anything?"

he’s borderline gawking when your innocent question pulls him from his dirty thoughts. broom idlely in hand like a moron, his jaw practically touches the floor as he drools over you doing absolutely nothing. 

he clears his throat, reminding himself to breathe. "nope, you?"

you smile at his usual determination. "nope."

the chores continue. except now atsumu is sweating. it takes few minutes for his shirt to be thrown aside with an excuse the chores making him break a sweat. 

the two of you now fold laundry together, clean linens laid out across the couch, and it’s normal. it’s quiet and domestic, or it would be, if atsumu could stop himself from silently admiring your skin.

your neckline exposed through your loose fitting shirt, he hones in on how your throat bobs when you mindlessly swallow. how your neck strectches and twists with every turn of your head. how your skin, shamefully untouched and barren, is just waiting for him to do something about it. swallow his pride and claim it as his own. and fuck, he can feel himself hardening by the second.  

"still not feeling anything?" he winces behind a tough face.

fully aware of his dwindling resolve, you decide to shrug, "not really."

his last straw wears thin when you reach down to grab the laundry basket tossed aside on the floor, giving him the perfect opportunity to watch your shirt rise with the action, your ass on full display for him. your back arched purposefully elegant. 

you think he whimpers from behind you.

"baby, yer killin' me," crawls from his throat as if he’s in pain (which he would debate, he is). his insatiable hands reaching for you hips, itching to feel any part of you that you’d let him. 

his heart flutters when you sweetly smile up at him and his selfish, grabby hands. 

"so do something about it," you innocently insist. 

atsumu nearly combusts at the five words. "really?" he gawks, still needing your approval, "can i?"

you nod permission, and atsumu’s hand immediately makes itself comfortable beneath your sweatpants and between your thighs. he easily, eagerly takes a single finger and allows it to swipe between your folds. he’s borderline cumming in his pants when he finds that it slips with ease, thanks to your built up slick. 

"fuck, baby," the feeling has him instantly tensing up his thighs. he repeats the action with an added finger, collecting more slick before removing his hand and proudly showing you the mess you’ve webbed between his fingers.

"so,” he teases through a shaky breath as he admires your work, “psychological, huh?"

your head falls back in both anticipation and embarrassment. 

"you have the maturity of an elementary schooler," you mumble towards the ceiling.

"then our analogy still stands—” atsumu growls against your stomach, shirt now riding up and skin vibrating with need as his lips press against it. 

his fingers work your pants down by your ankles as his mouth hungrily works it’s way up your thighs, "—because somethin' tells me yer about to taste like candy."

#love u and ur big brain augustine #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #miya atsumu smut #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x you #atsumu fic #miya atsumu fic #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu miya atsumu

[oddballwriter]

Do you write smut? 👀

If yes, what about trying for a baby with the moon Boys

Warnings: Reader has afab anatomy but gender and pronouns are never said. The moon boys being horny. Unprotected sex. Listen read the request, you can piece it all together  

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant

I've mentioned before that Steven would love having a child with you so when you say that you want to try for a baby he's overjoyed because he finally gets to be a father

But then of course, you need to try for a baby

Steven actually looks into the best ways to make sure that you can conceive the baby

I've said before that Steven knows your cycle for the sake of taking care of you when your period comes, but now he's using your cycle to know when your ovulating and more able to conceive

Steven is sweet and gentle with you, like he always is. He doesn't really see a need to try and really get it in since you guys have prepped for this to give you the best chances of getting pregnant

He does ramble a bit during though, gently rolling his hips and talking about how lovely you'll look and how great it will be to start a family with you

Marc Spector

I like to think that Marc goes about it in a more simple way

Marc doesn't really plan like Steven does, I actually think he would find that sort of weird

I think the plan for him is just you getting off whatever birth control you're on and not using any condoms and then just goes about life like normal

You two just have sex when you guys feel up for it

No real planning. If you have dry weeks then you have dry weeks. And if you guys just have a week where you guys are all over each other then there you go

He does butter you up a little during the sex talking about how great of a parent you'll be and that you'll look so nice pregnant with his baby

In all honestly when that's happening, he's just rambling but outside of the bedroom he actually says that he's happy to be doing this and starting this kind of life with you

Jake Lockley

Okay Jake is a straight-up dog with it

As soon as you say you want to have a baby with him he just goes for it

Let's face it, Jake never used condoms in the first place so you were probably on some kind of birth control

As soon as you are officially off your BC, he just lets it all go

It is on sight every time and anywhere in the house honestly

Jake, of course, is so ready to be a dad and have a baby with you and has honestly been waiting to give you his babies

But he's gotta get you pregnant first and he's doing that like he's getting fucking PAID per round

Jake wants to be a dad, he's always horny, and he is highly susceptible to baby fever

The is a triple threat /j

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moonknight #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant smut #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley smut

[blue-jisungs]

5k followers event !

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? BC I CANR 😍 we hit 5k!!!! thank you all so so much from the bottom of my heart, i cannot fully express how thankful i am 🥹 it doesn’t matter if you’re new here or been there since the begging (well technically it does, you’re an OG!!! love u<;3), as someone once said: it doesnt matter whom you have known the longest, it’s about who came and stayed till the end (or something like that lol)

so to celebrate i decided to make a lil poll and txt won the voting! combining my first ever band that waltzed into my heart and stayed there (5sos) with one of the latest ones (txt) seemed like a fun idea! now, if i could i’d write it in a completely different way but my attention span isn’t the greatest + i have a couple of different projects going on (such as the july jam session which was inspired by it btw lol), so here’s how it looks: each member has a piece written (~1k words each) connected to a certain song from an album! i know, i know there’s no sgfg but i couldn’t match anything <\3 and i was having such a hard time bc i am biased, okay? i love youngblood and 5sos5 and it was SO HARD TO PICK A ONE SONG?!

okay i need to stop talking so much. anyways, here’s the masterlist that will be updated! (did u see what i did here? i put them in the order of release just like the way i’ll post my fics–)

good girls ,, huening kai — 2/07

the only reason ,, yeonjun — 4/07

better man ,, beomgyu — 7/07

best years ,, soobin — 10/07

HAZE ,, taehyun — 12/07

again. thank you so so much! i wouldn’t be here if not you!! :( i’d like to thank my moots, my beloved friends i’ve made on here. now bare w me bc why does it feel like i’m leaving or something 💔 i just love n appreciate you so much but, here we go:

thank you ola, my mother ☝️ (@l3visbby) for correcting my works even when i didn’t ask you to :( you’re always there to hear my rambling (literally) and you’re the grammar police muahaha also a big big inspo, i’m genuinely grateful that you’re here, bearing n somehow managing my bullshit

ZANNA! @slytherinshua, my loveliest friend, an angel, felix in disguise, biggest joshua and dk stan e v e r!!! what id do without you…? probably die (not to be dramatic 🙄). you’re such a inspiration and good person to be around, i love your reblogs and conversations with you! you never fail to me make me smile and it’s always a fun time screaming abt taehyun together <3 you’ve been with me since… what, like… forever!! (almosr a year actually i still can’t believe it) and i’m so happy that we met <3

KIMCHI!!! 김치 LIKE THE KOREAN DISH!!! KIMCHI LIKE NY BELOVED FRIEND @planetkiimchi!!!!!! you’re so sweet. like, always. thank you for introducing me to nct LMAO but in general, i love texting with you :( you’re so funny and always being such a positive vibe!!! not to mention your writing, it’s genuinely so amazing?? i still remeber the chan piece you sent to me before posting, it made me so emotional AND IF THAT DOESNT SPEAK VOLIMES THEN I DUNNO⁉️ thank you for popping in my inbox n making me smile so much <3

speaking of inbox @lipedaisy i’m looking at you 🫵 debs, you’re so so lovely :( i uh, tend to forget about things, ahaha! so when you pop in n say simple stuff like drink water i feel like… well, you’re a life saver lol! you’re always so kind and bring positive energy, i love chit chatting with you (even if i forget to reply💔).

i hope you won’t be mad i mention you in one paragraph but it’s only because it applies to you all!!! @fairyhaos ,, @mirxzii ,, @rubywonu ,, @etherealyoungk ,, @delcakoo ,, @crxzs and @enluv you inspire me so so much!!! not only you’re the loveliest and funniest people i’ve met but i love your writing!! i know i don’t reblog that much but i write more than i read <\3 but you have amazing talent, your works are always beautifully written. nia, roxie, skye, yena, ema, angie, coco you deserve all the happiness in the world and i’m so grateful we’re friends (even though i’m a dry n late replier sometimes <3)

and to my other moots — @yeonscity-main ,, @sieunsgf ,, @malarign ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @pnkvernon ,, @wqnwoos ,, @wheeboo ,, @ylliris-hanniehae ,, @icyminghao : thank you for being here!! even if we met only a couple days ago… you make me so happy, i love interacting with you n talking abt goofy stuff, you understand me so well and we get along so smoothly it’s making a lil heart really happy :( you make tumblr feel more like home <3

and to readers (if you made it to the end, wow. like, seriously. i personally wouldn’t 🏃‍♀️💨 so, thank you <3), my babies precious gems angels cuties patooties!! thank you so so much for supporting me and my work! i know i complain abt empty reblogs but it’s only bc they motivate me more lol!! i am truly grateful n blessed to have you, even ghost readers (i see you🫵)! without you, rhis blog wouldn’t exist today >_<

#why am i emotional #i sound like a broken record but again #thank you so much. i mean it. #txt fic #a is for axe’s rambles!!

[distant-velleity]

Two Is Just As Good As One

Summary: Even when the Mostro Lounge is empty, people like Yu and Chrysos can experience companionship there. Word count: ~900 A/N: A short little unbeta'd thing, since I wanted a little bit of Yu from a POV that isn't his. These two were always meant to be similar, and I took it a step further bc Chrysos is always interested in people who aren't what they appear to be. Like Yu "I can and will pretend to be someone I'm not" Wei. Two people who want to be free but can't handle negative perception... wow. Let them be friends !!! (bonus note: this takes place on Day 3 of A Fair Price. Just so you know :> )

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For a Saturday evening, the crowds have cleared out rather quickly. 

By the time Chrysos emerges from his room with a thermos of soothing tea for his strained previously-singing voice, the Lounge is empty. Everyone else who was on shift earlier must be in the kitchen washing dishes. Well, save for a certain otherworldly boy wearing a borrowed Octavinelle uniform, sleeves rolled up as he uses a rag to wipe down the tables.  

Yu hums quietly to himself, looking rather serene and satisfied for someone on solo cleaning duty. He doesn’t seem aware that Chrysos is watching him from the shadows of the hallway, as he even chaînés turns from the now-clean table to another one.

For someone so frequently swapping personas to appeal to others, his true self has some rather simple desires. Like dancing and humming to his heart’s content.

Another similarity between the two of us, it would seem.

Chrysos recognizes the tune after listening and watching Yu dance between cleaning for a bit, finding himself singing along without realizing—

“Seeking thrills makes me me, it’s an essential piece / In the darkness, I’ll enchant you, so take my hand,” he sings, soft as to not irritate his throat. “Witness this wondrous, twisted land~”

It’s almost comical, how Yu snaps out of his solitary reverie as soon as he realizes that it’s not just a figment of his imagination singing. “Chrysos?!” he yelps, almost shouting as he clutches the rag to his chest. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Chrysos dips his head apologetically. “I heard you humming Piece of My World and couldn’t help myself.”

“Ah…” Yu relaxes, hands falling back to his sides. He puts on a sheepish, small smile. “I guess it is kind of my fault for thinking I could just do whatever while I was cleaning. That song’s been stuck in my head lately.”

“It was the audition song for the SDC team, right?”

Yu nods. “And it’s really catchy, too. I can see why it was so popular.” He leans over to continue wiping a table. “Have you considered performing it here?”

“It was one of my first songs here, back when the trend was still dying down,” recalls Chrysos. 

“Oh, makes sense.”

Inevitably, because it’s not in either of their natures to make small talk, they both fall silent. Yu tightens the hairtie on his ponytail and continues his work.

However, it’s starting to occur to Chrysos that there’s still quite a few tables left and only one magicless human on the task. If he hadn’t walked in then he probably wouldn’t have paid it any mind, but now that he’s here, it’s a little difficult to shrug and walk away. 

“Do you…” Chrysos starts, and then stops himself out of embarrassment when Yu turns to look at him. The TA offers him an encouraging tilt of the head, though, so he continues. “Do you want any help with cleaning the tables?”

(He’s really starting to get why Santiago curses out his conscience so much. Remembering how he’d treated certain students with disdain and disregard back in early December… it makes him want to make up for that, and it’s awful.)

Yu’s eyes widen. “Oh! No, no, it’s fine. I know it looks bad because it’s just me working, but there was another guy helping me out earlier. You just performed, so you should rest.” He pauses. “Also, didn’t Azul explicitly tell you to use less magic outside of classes?”

Chrysos grimaces internally when he remembers the stern talking-to he’d gotten from his upperclassmen. It’s already been a few weeks since winter break, but he’s probably still not off the hook. “I can grab another rag and clean manually. It’d still be faster.”

Yu visibly hesitates. “If you want…”

He has that look in his eyes when he glances at Chrysos. A look where it seems as if he’s not looking at the person themselves, but through their facade and into them. People like Leona, Azul, and Jamil have been on the receiving end of it more times than Chrysos can count. 

The TA doesn’t consider himself perceptive, but at least to others, he is in some way. Consequently, that perceptiveness leads to concern for what he sees in others. Concern that is… a little more than partially warranted, but—

“It won’t be a problem,” Chrysos assures him, because he does want to offer his help. It’s easy, if mundane, work.

(And, he can think to himself with the second-hand humiliation of a child watching his older sibling fall in love, the housewarden is in the VIP office with Jayme right now, so he isn’t around to tell me no.)

There’s a moment in which Yu continues to hesitate, battling with himself on the inside, before finally opening himself up to accept help. “Okay,” he concedes. “I haven’t gotten to the tables by the bar yet.”

“Got it. I’ll take care of those.”

He makes a quick trip to the storage closet and gets to work as soon as he comes back, offering Yu the mop for the floor once the tables are nice and clean. With two people on the job, the work may not be as quiet—even with two introverts—but it’s easier.

And if Chrysos accidentally makes eye contact with Yu only for them to share a little companionable smile, that’s something that doesn’t need to be discussed.

#kai's writing #twst oc #chrysos pendentif #yuusona #yu's silly dancing soul makes an appearance #bc im ngl if i was all alone in the lounge i would be dancing to my heart's content too HSKDFJKSFDHSDf #but it's not so bad to share a moment with a friend ... #i feel like i want to put more emphasis on these two's platonic relationships so this is a good start for that

[freeuselandonorris]

what do you do when you get stuck in the middle of writing? i have an idea i really like, and i’ve gotten quite a lot down, and i’d love to finish it but i’ve just run out of ideas.

love your stuff so was just wondering if you have any thoughts on this!!

hi anon! first of all, i’m very touched that you’ve asked me for advice 🤍 luckily i have a terrible ADHD goblin brain that regularly gets VERY EXCITED about a thing only to completely give up on me halfway through and leave me floundering.

SO. here’s how i deal with it.

first thing you need to do is figure out what kind of stuck you are, because that’s crucial to figuring out how to address it. my main types of stuck are:

- i know where i want to get to eventually but i don’t know how to get there

- i don’t know where i want to get to and that’s terrifying me (and its related subtype, i know i need to write an ending but oh god endings are hard)

- i am putting myself under undue pressure to do this thing and giving myself the yips

- i have an easily-distracted goblin brain and i don’t want to do this anymore

there are probably other types of stuck, but this covers most of it for me and hopefully you can identify yourself as one of them. from what you’ve said in your ask, it sounds like you’re type 2 (the argh endings type) but i’ll write about the rest of them too cos i love talking about this kind of thing.

here’s what i do to address each of them. (under a cut bc this got LONG i have so many thoughts about writing!!)

i know where i want to get to eventually but i don’t know how to get there

this is the kind of stuck where you’ve got a vague plot outline or idea (i work a lot on like, vibes? so i often get this kind of stuck) so you kinda know how you want your piece to end (even if it’s just “and then they have sex” which is frankly the end point of 99% of my fics) but there’s a whole murky blob in the middle where you have to actually GET THEM to that point. my friend rosie (who is a very experienced novelist and poet and thus knows her shit) calls this the ‘baggy middle’ and claims it is the ultimate writer’s nemesis, because it’s very easy to get stuck there, going round in circles until you give up.

my solution to this is simple: don’t write in order. if you know how it’s going to end, or you’ve got an idea for a scene three quarters of the way through, write that scene. stick a placeholder in your gdoc that says something like XXX MORE STUFF HERE WHERE THEY HAVE FEELINGS or XXX ARGUMENT GOES HERE?? or simply XXX MORE STUFF HAPPENS (the XXX is so you can do a CTRL+F afterwards and find all the placeholders). i used to tie myself in knots trying to force myself to write in an orderly fashion, from beginning to end, but sometimes you need to give yourself something concrete to aim for. often the little details you seed into the scene you do know how to write will spark an idea, and then you can go back later. it can be a tiny detail — oh, i mentioned that lando has bags under his eyes in that scene, maybe he’s not been sleeping recently and they can have a conversation about it two races earlier that makes oscar worry about him, etc.

i don’t know where i want to get to and that’s terrifying me (and its related subtype, i know i need to write an ending but oh god endings are hard)

this is my kryptonite. i HATE writing endings. they’re hard. and for me certainly, a lot of the time when my interest drops off suddenly when i’m about 90% done with a piece? it’s not because i’m out of ideas, it’s because my brain is just going URRGH ENDINGS HARD SCARY NO THANK YOU! WHY NOT START A NEW THING!

but in a weird way, my advice about this is kind of the same as it was for the above: you’ve probably already given yourself the answer earlier on. re-read what you’ve already written, and pay attention to the little details that you put in without even noticing you were doing it.

is there a scene you could see particularly clearly? did someone say something important, or that you weren’t expecting? is there a nice metaphor you chucked in that you could return to? a lot of my fics, especially the longer ones, will return to an earlier theme towards the end. whether it’s a line of dialogue referencing an earlier joke, or an allusion to symbolism (this works well with the metaphors), or answering a question a character might have posed earlier (even if it’s just an internal question e.g. does he actually like me or is he just fucking me because it’s convenient? which is the question at the heart of my current landoscar WIP and is a good one to explore because a lot of people have felt like that at some point, so it has broad appeal).

a side note on endings which is sort of unrelated to your ask but i think useful anyway: sometimes you’ve already written the ending and didn’t notice. read it back and see if there’s a point that feels like an exhale. then read everything past that point and ask yourself if it’s really adding anything to the writing, or if you’re just dragging it out because then you don’t have to tackle the Big Scary Ending you’ve been psyching yourself out over. some of my strongest endings have come about when i’ve deleted about 800 words off the end of a piece and just let it end at a natural point. your strongest writing comes out when you’re not paying attention sometimes.

i am putting myself under undue pressure to do this thing and giving myself the yips

are you writing for an imaginary audience in your head? are you telling yourself you HAVE to get this fic finished by an arbitrary date? are you telling yourself that if you don’t finish this it’s because you’re a useless piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to own a keyboard? you might not be, but they’re all things i tell myself regularly and guess what, they’re not conducive to the writing mindset!

if you ARE telling yourself these things, you need to take the pressure off. if you catch yourself thinking these things, try to gently but firmly tell that bit of your brain to shut the fuck up. i know this is not easy. it is a daily, endless, grinding practice of not allowing the bit of you that hates itself to spew its nonsense everywhere. sometimes you just have to go “okay yeah cool i’m an untalented hack who can barely construct a sentence but luckily i don’t care and this isn’t being submitted for the nobel prize for literature, it’s literally just about middle aged men making their dicks kiss, so let’s not deep it”.

daily writing sessions are very useful for slowly training yourself out of this mindset. make it a chill thing. i do most of my writing in the morning before the rest of the world has had time to sap my energy (i’m lucky in that i work from home currently so am able to do this — i realise it’s not always this easy). start with like 10 minutes, make it chill. if that’s still freaking you out, write one sentence. or better: one and a half, so that when you come back, you don’t have to think of a fresh start to a sentence; just finish what you started.

i have an easily-distracted goblin brain and i don’t want to do this anymore

ahh, ADHD goblin brain my behated. this one gets me a lot, and sometimes there’s nothing i can do about it because the hyperfixation is done and my brain simply does not care anymore.

that doesn’t sound like the situation for you though, so if your brain is more like “ughhh i mean SURE i’d like to finish this but i’ve been looking at it for soooo long” then a tip that has worked really well for me is to simply ALLOW MYSELF TO WORK ON MULTIPLE THINGS AT ONCE.

i don’t know why this felt like a revolutionary act for me but it was like i’d unlocked a cheat code to life. i spent years forcing myself to try and stick with one project at a time because i had it in my head that that’s what you Should Do. doesn’t work for me! what works for me is bouncing between two or three things, sometimes in the same session (my favourite way to work is to split an hour into three 20-minute blocks and either go 1-2-1 or 1-2-3 depending on how many pieces i have on the go). this year alone i have written, i’d estimate, around 150,000 words across fics, poetry, a novel draft, the abandoned beginning of another that i realised was just the first one in disguise, and a screenplay treatment. are all of them finished? god, no. but this is the most productive writing year i’ve had by far.

and a final note spanning all of the above on your point of running out of ideas: get clear on WHY you are writing this thing. even if it’s a total PWP, there is always always some deeper theme i want to explore. whether it’s a particular power dynamic, or the way character X and character Y interact with each other, or how a foot fetish can be a metaphor for the grace of being accepted in all your flaws by someone you love. that WHY is your lodestar. if you don’t understand the underlying reason why you want to write the thing, you’re making it so much harder to then generate a set of ideas or scenes that work coherently together.

wow this got long. apologies if the formatting is all fucked up, i wrote this across three separate devices like a lunatic.

anon, and anyone else who needs it, i hope something in here clicks for you and helps! anon, i have total faith that you’ll get your piece finished. bird by bird, baby, bird by bird. (attn: link downloads a pdf)

#in which sophie gets unnecessarily verbose about writing #writing advice #fic meta #answered

[shiftingdiariesofophelia]

Ophelia would like to preface this by saying:

I AM NOT AN ARTIST!!!

I draw for funsies occasionally and it’s really not that deep to me. But- in an effort to try to find a dress I’d realistically like to wear to the Yule ball- I found that nothing really had the colors, shape, and general design that I wanted. I’m nothing if not particular. Instead of doing the rational thing and just finding a dress I sort of like and saying it’s good enough, I’ve gone and drawn a mock-up of about what my Yule Ball outfit would look like entirely. Honestly it’s more fun than anything serious.

(If anyone makes fun of me I will fr cry so keep ur negative opinions to urself)

(I did use a person sketch model outline that came with the art program I used because that for real would have added a whole two hours for me to do myself and this whole thing was to design the dress anyway, so idc)

So the idea is a dark green dress, probably a silk-ish material. It begins at the mid-neck area and goes down into a sort of “spine” of a corset-style front, which is beaded with small silver accenting. Then there’s the floor-length skirt piece, very simple but flowy. I’m sure I’d need to wear a petticoat but that’s fine tbh. There’s also the same beading around the neckline if you look closely. The drawing is cartoonish in nature but it’s the general shape and idea of where everything is. The sleeves on the sides would be transparent (hence them in a different color) made of a dark green tulle. The makeup isn’t blended because I have no idea how digital art works, but the idea is a silver-green fade. Def sparkly. Green accent earrings bc Slytherins gotta represent house colors at all times. Also, peep the hair pins, specifically designed to be the three little stars that are drawn in the corner of the book’s pages! I thought it was cute idc. That locket also has significance and I don’t leave anywhere without it so I figured I’d add it for accuracy’s sake.

(Also I’d rather die than draw backgrounds. So. Purple it is.)

Yeah.

BUT THEN-

I was like “you know what else I don’t have a picture of? The specific way my wand looks in my head.” So then naturally, I needed to draw that as well. Again. I’m not an artist. You absolutely will find problems if you look hard enough because this is all just for fun. But- here’s my wand!

As you can see, it’s vine wood (same as Hermione’s, which I actually didn’t know until after I chose it!) with phoenix feather core. 11 1/2 inches because I ain’t no scrub. Mine’s a lighter vine material, some are darker, but vine is a vast wood type and has a bunch of colors and I wanted a lighter colored wand. The idea is that vines were actually carved into the wand as a decorative piece, with the leaves wrapping around the wand from the hilt to the tip. Realistically, it’d all be the same color. But for the art style it’s drawn in, the pop-out pieces are lighter to make them stand out against the frame of the wand. I had so much fun doing the details and it actually didn’t take me too long. If anyone’s bored and also has a HP dr I’d recommend designing your own wand like this because it’s so interesting to learn about wand components and designing something fun and specific to yourself!

(Aka Ophelia’s doing everything except for studying for finals 🤭 but it’s okay if i don’t pass i’ll simply just die so it’s really not that deep.)

#shifting #reality shifting #shiftblr #art #digital art #yule ball #desired reality #ophie speaks #shut up ophie #harry potter dr #hp shifting

[just-jordie-things]

your writing is so so good do u have any tips? hope u have a great day! ^^

i’ve never been asked this before! i had to think about it!

a biggie take your time finding your style- as you can see on my masterlist i have a looot of shit on there from years of writing fanfic and experimenting. getting out of my comfort zone can be kinda hard for me personally, but with writing it was so worth it bc you can really see a metamorphosis there of when i was writing just to write and when i was writing with a drive.

don’t be afraid to ignore the rules of grammar. run on sentences are beautiful. i’ve found that especially so when the plot is driven by someone’s stream of consciousness as though they’re narrating it. thoughts are messy, they’re long and sometimes awkward and there’s no such thing as grammar in your mind !! of course spelling and punctuation are important and i’d recommend editing tho (idk her 😳) but get creative with it!!

thesaurus.com is my bestie 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i often find myself using a lot of the same words and i don’t want to bore readers with repetitiveness! and also it’s just an easy way to expand my vocabulary too. (in person i stammer and have the reach of a fourth grader lmfao so i always want my writing to be concise and make the reader feel exactly what i want them to with my language)

also something i’ve started doing recently !! when i’m away from my wip and daydream about it, i write it down right away! in my notes app or on sticky notes or even my hand hehe. sure if it’s a significant enough plot point i’ll probably remember… but there’s no time like the present!! i want A to look at B a little differently in that one quick scene? i want to make them eat something different for foreshadowing? little details like that can be huge in your writing !! something a reader might gloss over but then realize later it was all a part of a greater scheme?? yes. so take note of those thoughts and daydreams you have !! even if you don’t end up adding it to your work, it’s better than having a profound, fic changing idea that you forget before you get the chance to write it!

this one is simple but a biggie- think about what you would want to read. i’ve been trying to keep this in mind as of late, especially when writing longer pieces where i want to make y’all suffer. find new ways to build the tension in your plot. give us different points of view, give us an untrustworthy narrator that thinks they’ve got it all figured out. throw in extra conflict. fanfiction is the melting pot of whatever the fuck you want !! so go stupid go crazy and make it something you love, and you should be good to go!! not to be cheesy but as long as you love it then you’re solid. doing something you love over and over will naturally lead you through growth and finding your style. don’t be wrapped up in notes right away (yes it can be a bit of an issue on this app- but none of has have control over how people enjoy your work- so you might as well focus on enjoying it for yourself) because as long as you’re doing something you’re passionate about and sharing it with us, more people will soon flock to enjoy it with you <3

lastly i just enjoy making mini playlists for whatever i’m currently working on. they don’t have to correlate completely with your plot. sometimes the sound of a beat is good enough for me to throw it on. if it gets me excited and planning out scenes i haven’t gotten to yet then it’s good enough for me!! i will listen to the same song on repeat in the name of ✨vibes✨ even if the words themselves have nothing to do with the plot i’m writing. that’s probably lazy basic advice but it works well for me and i love listening to music so !!

i hope this helps, and i wish you all kinds of luck as you explore this hobby for yourself !! it can be so freeing to get lost in your own work, and tbh sometimes i feel a little cringe about writing fanfiction but… i just adore it. it’s my favorite thing to do and when i think like that i stomp it down bc i’m proud of my work! i’m proud of how far i’ve come and i’m eager to see what i can push myself towards next!!!

happy writing, happy reading, and if you ever need more help i’m happy to do the best i can for ya! this goes for anyone, please always feel free to reach out even if you just want to talk brainrot. making friends thru this hobby is amazing bc like-interests are 💞🩷

xoxo ~ jordie

#jordie says stuff #also tysm for your support #it brightens my day to hear people like my stuff as much as i like writing it!!! #writing can be so rewarding if you give it a chance!!!

[narsicen]

One Americano and One Caramel Macchiato

Part 2/2

Pairing: Bang Chan (Skz) x GN!Y/N

Genre: slice of life, college!au, lab partners!au, loving from afar, angst, fluff, bittersweet, Popular!Y/n, Quiet kid!Chan, first loves, meet cute,

Warnings: none? Please tell me if I missed some or one though !!

A/n: HELLO omg stop I’m so sorry I- stop I swear I was DONE WITH THIS EARLIER BUT I——— 😔 my beta readers were so slow OMF but like I do hope you understand that, I’m so sorry also bc I already edited the last one which was part one and dude…… I FORG,OT THAT ???? THIS WAS A TWO PART STORY OMFFFF??? i tell u i cried lmao, but like PLS IM SO SORRY THIS IS THE ENDING 😔😔 ILY GUYS TY FOR UNDERSTANDING

Part 1

Your door made a soft creak as you opened it to enter your room. Wiping your hands on your sweater, you’ve always hated how your fingers turned into prunes after washing the dishes from dinner. Sitting down on your bed, the mattress dipped which let the letters that you had left, slide near your lap. 

Picking the nearest to fall off your mattress as it slid dangerously near the edge. You sighed heavily, your chest has never felt heavier with regret? Probably the lack of responsibility that you couldn’t figure out why was digging a pit in your stomach. 

You stood up to walk over to your desk. Find some old, barely-used pad paper and some pen in your pen holder. You find your fingers fidgeting with the pen you subconsciously picked, it’s been a while since you’ve actually sat at your desk with nothing to worry about, maybe you still had two things to worry about but there hasn’t been a recent memory of you writing in your diary without a care in the world. Just you in your little world.

Before you knew it something in your chest took over. It wouldn’t hurt to be careless again. If this ever haunts you again in the future just like what the movies portray it to be. You brushed the feeling of worry off as you blew a piece of hair that hell over your eyes. You hadn’t even past your 30’s and you’re worried about your future so much, this was supposed to be the time of your life, no one your age cared about how a simple letter would affect you in the future, hell, if Chan could do it, would that mean you’re worse than him? You’d be considered a coward even if you’ve taken a lot of risky turns in your life. Even if those turns weren’t your choice, you took them anyway. 

So… 

What’s one more risky turn going to do to you?

~

Dear Chan,

I know you said to throw the letters away once I’m done reading, but I think I’ll hold onto them for a while. Thank you for writing these, really, it may seem unbelievable but no one’s ever written me a letter in my time being here. To be honest, I thought the letters were endearing actually, it’s nice to know what you’ve been up to on those days, it felt like I was actually talking to you. Today was our graduation day and to be frank, ever since I got home, I just flopped onto my bed and it felt weird knowing I had nothing else to do, you know without my extracurricular activities to worry about or the people to reply to. I know you said to read your letters at least a week after, but I was really curious to see what you wrote, and I thought your letters were incredible despite you admitting you find languages and literature arts unbearable. You sounded like a professional writer, it brings my “editor-in-chief” label to shame. Jokes aside, I thought your latest letter was meaningful, I mean all your letters were meaningful, I just thought the last one was like the cherry on top. This might never reach you because I just know you’re probably already done with moving out of the dorms, and you seem to have a bright future ahead of you, and we’d probably never get the chance to meet again, but I’d like to say that, I, too, was intrigued by how you treated me. I must have fallen in love with you as well because of how you, in comparison to everyone else around me, were normal. Chan, you were a breath of fresh air. exactly what I needed within the elite school we attended. Maybe fallen in love as a friend? Or romantically? I will never know because these feelings were something that never even reached the top of my stomach, it never ached my lungs nor tore my heart into shreds. It’s funny because you would have thought I have been in a relationship or even felt these types of feelings towards people, especially with the “exceptionally special” people I was surrounded with. I have felt similar before, but I knew it was nothing more than peer pressure. Do you know that saying? Being the normal one in a group of unique people makes you equally as special? It’s not a widely known saying, Heck I don’t even remember where I had heard it, but I know you made me feel that way, I felt so indifferent but with you by my side? I felt like I was living a normal life, I felt like a student for a moment in my life, and that’s thanks to you. I wouldn’t say this is a love letter to you, but it’s a letter with feelings I don’t usually talk about to just anyone. Does it matter if it’s a love letter? I think letters store a certain feeling in them, whether it is fondness over someone or curiosity or hatred, that’s what makes it a letter right? I don’t think it’s bad to consider this a love letter, and I don’t feel any hatred or disgust for your letters either, yes it can be unsettling sometimes, but your letters didn’t hint at that at all, it was like talking to you and if anything? I’m rather fond of the fact that I got the honor of receiving letters. You may not know this, perhaps no one actually knows this, but I love arts, I love artworks of artists and I love written works from authors, a major reason as to why I wanted to join the school’s paper team. The reason why I’ve never taken up any arts classes or courses was because no one finds that intriguing anymore. No one really appreciates the arts with awe and stars in their eyes. And it's clear that not a lot find it enjoyable, even though you went out of your way and for some reason you resorted to writing letters and not just texting me or catching my attention in class. It has always been a dream of mine to get letters just like in fairytales. How’d you know that I always wanted to be the subject of a letter? I think writing letters to someone or writing a letter in general is one of the most romantic gestures someone could do. I don’t mean romantic as in a courting way, or a declaration of love, at least I don’t see it that way. We do have something called the “Romantic period”

don’t we? It had nothing to do with a plague of lovesick couples and a ton of love letters and unrequited love. It was just the literature of romanticism, it’s all about subjectivity and an emphasis on individualism; freedom from rules; solitary life rather than life in society and the beliefs that imagination is superior to reason and devotion to beauty. You get what I mean. It’s just known for its intense energy and passion, and never was about romance, not the kind of romance you’d find in the way couples kiss or hold hands. It’s just beautiful to write a letter, to receive one, and to address one. It's a nice change of pace from the odd confessions from a random guy I spoke to once, and suddenly he thinks we’re on our 3rd year of dating. I feel that writing a letter is one of the purest forms of declaration(?)Whatever you put into words on a piece of paper is hard to remove, especially with how much you could have written. It’s just whatever is burdening your heart or pushing you to write about. Nothing can compare to the thought that someone writing that letter was just everything that they couldn’t say to your face. Or it could be everything that they’ve been meaning to explain or say, and the fact that it’s addressed to you, has to be one of the many butterfly-filled stomach experiences one can encounter in their life. Who knows if this is my last letter to you like you said yourself, I don’t know if I’ll keep writing to you, or I’ll forget in the process, or if I’ll ever show this to you when I meet you again. Also, Chan, I’ve always wondered who gave you your nickname. I hear Jisung say your nickname a lot so I also guessed this was something your friend group calls you. Wow, writing a letter makes you realize how empty a conversation is. All I can think of talking about is about my day, and I’m sure you already know how our graduation day went.

Are you mad at me? You should be. The social divide between us was very apparent even from the start and I appreciate that you regardless tried your best to befriend me. I also wanted to be your friend, so very badly. I want you to know that I didn’t and I never wanted to lose you as a friend either, I was just scared. I know it must have hurt for me to just draw away so quickly, and only for me to realize how you never looked at me with hate and spite, but you genuinely thought I was a good person. I’m telling you this now as a way to make up for all the unsaid feelings of yours that I never got to read. Chan, I really do thank you. For the short time, we were friends, you taught me so much knowledge that I value, but if there's one most crucial lesson that you taught me it would be that nothing and no one is perfect in this world. Especially myself. Since then I felt free. You didn’t tell me that, you made me feel, and after 4 years of people telling me these things, actions always seemed to be more meaningful to me. I wish I knew this sooner, I wish I knew better too. In regret, I want to promise you that with the new people I’m going to meet, with the new people I’m going to surround myself with, I’ll know my place and I’ll know better. I know you won't even know of this promise, and I know I might break this promise in the future somehow, intentionally or accidentally, I just want to confide this promise in you, know it’s safely tucked away in this letter makes me feel safe, comfortable, and this feels like something I missed out on in the years of my youth. Regardless, I’m happy to be able to experience it just as we are to part our separate ways. If a miracle happens, and we end up seeing each other again, I hope you won’t look at me any different, and I’ll be sure to ask you to be my friend again.

Oh, and before I forget, my favorite color is yellow. And people meeting each other for the first time ask that question too, I would’ve told you the answer if you asked and if you weren’t so focused on telling me that americanos are just “superior.”

Goodbye Chan. I, too, hope to see you soon.

Sincerely yours,

Y/N.

#narsicen #romance #klibrary #ficscafe #kpop #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #writers on tumblr #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #kpop imagines #kpop angst #kpop boy group #skz #flangst #fluff #angst #slice of life #book #writing #yeeyaw #works #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz bang chan #bangchan #bang chan #christopher bang

[hackedmotionsensors]

GOD SORRY LMFAO

I’M SORRY I’M RUNNING BEHIND AGAIN ON OPENING COMMS.

They’ll be open...probably tomorrow morning. I’m trying to use Ko-fi’s commission form so everything is nice and neat but I’ve not done this before so its kinda confusing lol 

Actually honestly its pretty clean and has lots of little add ons and stuff that make organizing things really nice but I’m not sure how things will look on your end or how they’ll look on my end when a comm comes in so if I goof something up on the first part I’m so so sorry lol

Also I know I was REALLY lowballing sketch coms before but I can’t afford, nor do I have the energy, to do 15$ commissions for sketches. So the base price for a black and white bust sketch will be 30$. Thats still really low all things considered but I want to make things ...cheap and fast and also...worth my time and energy. This is a reminder that that price is EXTREMELY low and that artists who charge a more sensible price than that are not over charging. I’m lowballing bc I’m fuckin broke lol

If that price is too high even little donations help me out in the long run so if you want you can leave a donation for as little as 3$? 6$?Just remember to leave a comment that its a donation so I know its not a request

I also have a few new rules so please be mindful of that. ↴

I’d say the most important rule is do not message me on any platform BUT ko-fi and if you commission me please check your ko-fi messages. Most likely I won’t have anything to say unless you’re sending me references. I have my DMs off on all platforms and I don’t really want to use my email unless I’m sending something to you. Ko-fi will be the only way to contact me and for me to contact you.

The other important one will be no real people. I’m sorry I feel uncomfortable drawing a real person being it you, your auntie, or an actor you like. (If its like...a live action character that’s different bc I’m just gonna make them anime anyway lol)

The other OTHER new rule will be I have to limit what I can draw from marvel. IT’LL BE IN THE POST but basically I’m still under NDA. You’re probably okay to ask for stevetony....bc they’re dead :)  (Also my crew was well aware of my ST shipping lol)   But you can dm me first to ask what is probably okay. I know i get a lot of BuckyTony which isn’t my thing but I know you guys are thirsty. But since Bucky is still in the current mcu I don’t know...if I’m allowed. Things like Billy, Tommy, Teddy....probably fine if its comic book based. Its WEIRD lol There’s a lot of grey and I just wanna be able to get hired again yknow?? lmfao Absolutely NO spider-man at all. AT ALL. I’m not risking it. 

Unless you were one of my crew members then (how’d you find this account???) ....i’ll just dm you privately lol

So yea if you’re interested in MCU, since I know a lot of people originally followed me for that....you gotta let me know first before sending your comm request in...I THINK?? I don’t exactly know who gets what first on the commission thing on ko-fi. 

and then the usual rules like please no gore, please no NSFW (spicy is fine but not explicit), Maximum 2 characters, try to keep them simple bc they’re sketches not fully rendered pieces, Furries are okay but not recommended (I’d rather send you to a furry artist with comms open since I’m primarily an anime artist ...more or less lol) , PLEASE be mindful of things that might make ME uncomfortable. I’m very VERY open minded and most things DON’T bother me but remember I’m not really an open NSFW artist or kink artist or anything like that. I know I can come off as really wild or loose minded (????) in terms of shipping but there’s been a few times I’ve felt really uncomfortable with comms and I just did them anyway bc I needed the money. You can always ask me ahead of time if you’re really unsure. When it comes to shipping what you might think is comfortable might make me VERY uncomfortable. 

lol THIS WILL ALL BE IN THE POST SORRY TO DUMP HERE  lol but i have more text space here

So yeah I need to make a graphic and then it should be up tomorrow.

#ko-fi commissions

[soleilnomoon]

a few thoughts.

hello, i’m kaia ও - welcome to my world of nonsense. i love writing; although my fanfic writing is mostly experimental, particularly with the prose - just bear with me, it’ll get better (one day, maybe). please check my masterlist for my favorite characters (i will also write for other characters upon request.)

requests are currently: temporarily closed.

note: this blog is 18+ (so, pls mdni; i can't police everyone/comb through all the blogs following me (and i'm not trying to bc who has time for that), just pls respect that.)

i. i write headcanons, scenarios, & fics; mostly for one piece, aot/snk, and jjk; although i’ll probably write for more fandoms in the near future . ii. i try to post consistently, but a lot of times i get distracted (& i’m just a slow writer these days). so if you ever send me a request and don’t see it posted, just know that i saw it/am working on it - i like to make sure everything’s imperfectly perfect before posting. iii. you can request: fluff, angst, or nsfw stuff for canonically adult characters only - just be specific on what it is you want and i’ll do my best to fulfill the request. also: if there’s a preferred gender you want me to write the reader as, please let me know. iv. i do not write: noncon, incest/stepcest, underage or age-play, or anything super gory/gruesome. i don’t mind dark/heavy themed requests (within reason, ok). other than that, i’m open to a lot. v. if you request something and i’m not into it, it’s offensive/inappropriate, or it’s not particularly inspiring, i won’t write it; plain & simple. vi. if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. you don’t have a place here, block me and leave. vii. honestly, i’m p friendly (apparently) & here to have a good time, so come, say hi, and hang out for a while :)

#rules. #it’s rly just a repost since the original isn't post isn’t working for ppl on mobile #ꕤ ꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ ꕤ kaia’s world.txt

[edenatknight]

So as someone who wants to start with art but also likely has aphantasia do you have any tips for how I could go about drawing something I can't get a reference for?

For example: I wanna draw one of my characters but I cannot for the life of me get anything visual about them onto the screen so I have no reference to go off of, and with no reference I cannot figure out how it properly looks. Might you have any solution for this or atleast know of anywhere I could go to find some?

Oh gosh I appreciate the ask! I wish I had some expert advice but I’ve literally only just figured out I have aphantasia about two days ago lol! So this is poured out of my brain from being an artist for 30 years and my own common sense - you can decide whether it can be trusted haha and sorry it’s not a quick fix either.

The approach that comes to mind is to start building a library of your own so you can start self referencing. But that means initially letting go of that specific idea you have that you can’t find a reference for.

My suggestions are…

Find any pose with a similar body build to your character and use them to sketch your oc so you can practice drawing them in different ways. Then find poses you like regardless of the shape and try “mapping” your oc to that pose. (Such as picking a slim figure and using it as a frame to draw your muscly oc) you’ll be able to fit your oc to any reference, so it’s less vital to find such a specific reference. Don’t be too attached to the concept you’re after you have so you can explore. Looking for one specific reference can be a block, and also not much fun.

In terms of other references to enhance a character, I’d probably start a Pinterest board with outfits and accessories and do lots of little quick studies of them to slowly add more complexity & details. I’ve definitely made the mistake of trying to do all the things all at once and over complicating a lot without doing this kind of work! Start simple and build. I think this is key. Think of it like a puzzle, we have to build all the pieces individually outside our brain bc we can’t put it together on the inside. And like in a game we don’t get all the best weapons and armour at the start, you can upgrade over time.

Having to externalise the visual building blocks others are able to do in their heads, means we have our work cut out for us. But I think there are ways to make it fun and interesting. If they’re a knight, what do they look like commuting to work on a bus reading the newspaper? If they’re a old granny, what do they look like performing the high jump? This will give you an exciting visual library all of your own, you can then start to reference your own work!

Aim to have a toolbox of poses, activities, outfits, scenes etc. Those can be Frankenstein-ed with new external references to develop your work. So it becomes less vital to find that one reference, and more about learning how to build the blocks of your oc through exploration and familiarity.

I haven’t got around to it yet, but I’ve got a list of aphansasia artists to study. Glen Keane is the illustrator for The Little Mermaid. If he can create such an iconic character, so can we! I want to learn from his other aphantasia artists, so I suggest doing the same.

Most of my art is drawn from life or I make my own references specifically to paint from photos, I do a lot of portraits for example. So for me it explains why I’ve longed to do character design or fan art and just been so pants at it and it felt so hard I got 0 reward and gave up. I always return to realism, it doesn’t rely on my inability to internally visualise. Now I know about aphansasia, I can change my approach entirely maybe I’ll attempt some fan art again :)

I’m literally pulling this out of my head off the cuff. So I’d love to know if any other aphansasia artists have similar or better methods they can add to this, this because I am learning anew too.

Any feedback welcome, let’s work this out together :)

#artist on tumblr #aphansasia #aphantasia artist #answered asks #asks open

[angelllcakes]

ahhh yuri is such a sweetheart, I am a wizone so hearing that makes me so happy 🥰 now I know this question might be hard to answer, so make the response how ever long you need it to be, but I gotta know your fave SVT + kpop in general songs!! Im so curious!!

-🧸

ahhh a fellow yuri stan!! i think she’s the coolest and i’m so glad you like her too!

oh boy, i’ll try my best to answer but there are just so many good songs!! i’m gonna start with svt’s latest albums and work my way down to beginning 😭

face the sun/sector 17: march and ‘bout you just speak to me like no other song, i have no clue why! i think i appreciate how intricate the intros are as well as the general flow of the songs. i can’t wait to see them live!!

attaca: yk i pronounce this at ATacca and can’t fix it lmao but CRUSH CRUSH 1000%. it’s probably one of my favorite seventeen songs ever! To you and PANG! are also songs that are super close to my heart >_<

your choice: literally a masterpiece, i think there was one song that didn’t catch my ear immediately i love them ALL. i’d have to say heaven’s cloud, wave, and same 3x make me the happiest to listen to and can really bring my mood up whenever i’m down:)

semicolon: THIS ALBUM CHANGED MY LIFE BRO. home;run is and will continue to be my most watched, supported, and drooled over comeback yet. I’m a whore for vintage/historical concepts and lemme tell you it surpassed ALL my expectations 😩 and AH!LOVE? AH!LOVE? my most favorite song of seventeens to date ugh i can’t even explain how nostalgic it makes me feel! and the hyungs?! WHEW. hey buddy? the underdog and suchhh an underrated piece of art! don’t even get me started on light a flame because we all know it’s affect on the universe 🥴 and all my love makes my heart ache, it’s so incredibly beautiful, and do re mi gives the cutest vibes i hold back squeals listening to it <3

heng:garæ is simply a masterpiece, there’s no other way to put it. I wish and My My have to be my babies on this album 🥺 listening to them simply makes me smile. i’m just gonna add fallin’ flower to this one too bc WOW that song is nothing short of perfection i love it so much.

an ode: holy crap this album is just so captivating i couldn’t pick a fav if i tried. hit, fear, second life, lucky, snap shoot, and happy ending are what i listen to most from this album but network love will always have the biggest place for itself in my heart. i’ve even choreographed to it because i just think it was constructed magnificently!

you made my dawn: is just a masterpiece, can’t put it any other way. good to me is definitely my favorite off this album. it’s the kinda song you play in front of your mirror and pretend youre badass… which i may or may not do from time to time:3 home is the most memorable all time favorite, and hug makes me sob, simple.

you make my day: tied for my favorite of their albums along with semicolon, i cannot get enough of it!! oh my! is just about the purest, cutest song i’ve ever heard, and holiday brings such a reminiscent feel of all your good memories. WHATS GOOD SLAPS, and moonwalker in my opinion t the coolest tribute song ever 😆 i’m adding call call call to this group because THAT SONG MAKES ME SO HYPE AHHHH

directors cut: is so special to me, i’m honestly so so thankful they produced it. falling for you is also one of my most favorite tracks! with thanks and thinking bout you falling right behind it!

teen, age was LEGENDARY. change up stays one of my all time favs, clap, bring it, flower and trauma? life changing!! from this album, my favorites are hello, rocket, and lilili yabbay!

A|1: stays popular no matter how long ago it might have been. crazy in love is definitely one of my all time favorites, i play that song at least once a day 😩 swimming fool and check in are close seconds!!

going seventeen is sooo iconic, fast pace, don’t listen in secret and i don’t know are MY LOVES, MY BABIES

love & letter/ very nice repackage: TOP TIER IN EVERY WAY. pretty u, hit song, healing, and aju nice… aju nice man, i’m getting emotional. that’s the song that got me into seventeen! 😪

boys be: AN ABSOLUTE ICON AHHH. mansae and when i grow up take the list. they mean so much to me and i keep them so close to my heart <3

17 carat: the baby of the group, the first mini album 🥺 adore u has to be my absolute fav from this one!!

my phone will explode if i write anymore, but here are my absolute favorites from svt’s albums!

for their solo tracks, my all time favs are purple rose (bc DAYUM jeonghan made me feel some type of way) spider, and ruby!

#sofi chats <3 #sofi’s 🧸 anon #seventeen #woozi seventeen #svt jeonghan #seventeen lee chan #seventeen smut #seventeen soft hours #seventeen songs #yoon jeonghan x reader #seventeen x reader

[italoniponic]

Big Congrats on the 1k Cherri!! Way to go!

You know I have to do this~ lol

How do you feel about Sebek? Or maybe Hatori from Fruits Basket?

BIZ~ MY DEAR 

I’m so happy to have a Fruits Basket mentioned so earlier, and also to dive a bit more about my feelings with Sebek. Thank you for your ask, Biz! (sorry for being late tho) 

[in reference to my 1k follower event post!]

Let’s begin with Hatori Sohma aka best dragon man since Shiryu Dragon <3 (if it’s in my notes, it’s truthTM)

Hatori is on my list of favorites from Fruits Basket, especially in the category of the adult cast. He’s a solid character for me and yes, although I think he works better with being part of a dynamic, I love his character arc, his story, the piece of soundtrack that will forever be remembered bc of him. Also, pls, more screen time for him! I know he appears a lot but it’s never enough lmao

Hatori’s first appearance probably left that feeling of something serious in the horizon but most scenes that follow his gloomy entrance have this comedic timing that completely breaks our expectations. Like, Hatori is serious. Sometimes so much that he ends up being a little bit silly but not so Shigure-like type of silliness. I’m thinking about how he called up Tohru just to hand her the photos he took from the Cultural Festival with Kyo and Yuki (and there she was scared af of him) or most of his conversations with Mayuko

Let’s not talk about the seahorse issue, let’s leave it there

Hatori is the perfect balance with a lot of character traits that I personally love, from his deadpan stares to his funny moments, without losing his own essence and this feeling in our hearts that “yes, I’ll protect this 182cm dude that uses very expensive suits and will not talk ever about his traumas unless I ask him about snow melting the spring”

I just think he’s neat <3

so... uh... talking about dragon-related things: LOCAL CROC BOY FROM THE DRAGON DORM AND WHAT ABOUT HIM AND YULIA~

In all humble honesty, Yulia didn’t care much for Sebek when she played twst. She loved the memes tho. And out of some anime she watched with extremely loud characters, she thought that Sebek’s voice was melodic enough to not annoy her when he shouted… but she gets scared every time he announces himself (she’s a very scaredy cat, tbh)

But time goes by, Yulia dreams sometimes of Sebek’s personal stories and she sometimes just stares at him, silently, wondering about what’s going inside that perfectly combed mint piece of head he has and what’s his story. Especially bc Yulia is very family-centered and she loves her dad, so she would gladly sit down with Sebek if he ever need to talk to someone and get together his daddy issues that have more deep roots than “boo humans are lame” and etc

Sebek… doesn't quite understand her. Not even a tiny little bit. He heard a lot about Yulia from Malleus himself, Jack and even Silver, but he still can’t figure her out. Yulia is serious yet chaotic, competent but lazy. She goes round and round on paradoxes like she’s a dress that keeps changing between two colors again and again. UTTERLY TIRESOME!!

Obviously bc of Yulia’s proximity with Malleus, Sebek was very defensive about protecting his liege at first. Later on, it got into simple bickering about their different ways of going about things. Sebek is noisy and Yulia is very quiet. That is, until he starts to read and she gets angry with something

Because Yulia was growing very curious about Sebek each day, she decided to ask Malleus and Silver about the books he was reading and she was happy to know that they both have similar interests in literature (well, the rest of the crew is very similar too but that’s a plus). She tries to talk about Sebek’s family sometimes and she pulls Ace’s ear when he’s going to far with the teasing

Sebek doesn’t know but Yulia is thinking of adopting him as an honorary son he would throw her out of embarrassment if he knew, pretty much just like Deuce. She knows she will cry if he ever gets deep about the issues with fae and humans, the guilt of being rude to his own father even when the poor Mr. Zigvolt was being the sweetest man ever or just his insecurities in general

Yulia is the type of “mom friend” that would pat Sebek’s head and proceed to wish him all the happiness in the world, going on about how she hopes he find someone who loves him deeply, that will treat him right, how the Diasomnia crew loves him as a family, she wants to be invited to his wedding someday and so on. Little does she know she is more destructive to Sebek’s nerves than any joke Ace ever made or Lilia pulling up pranks on him… 

Sebek’s final opinion on Yulia is that she’s okay and all. Yeah, he could say he likes her. Well, platonically. Young Master forbid he ever falls in love with such walking amalgamation of chaos he leaves this horrible cursed fate in Jack and Silver’s hands to duel on

In summary, Yulia gives Sebek a 7.5/10 in terms of good relationship waiting to get better (but well, there’s a whole list of favorites ahead of him too). She shall protect him from unreasonable complaints bc she’s part of the “Sebek protection force” along with Malleus, Silver and Lilia. Only they can bonk Sebek’s gel hair with a baton. Only them.  

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #fruits basket #hatori sohma #twst yulia #twst oc #bingo ask cherry & yulia #1k followers event #ask cherry~ #twst oc headcanons #cherry's mumbling about twst #cherry's mumbling about furuba

[botherkupo]

fic ask thing!! Kinda wanna do all of them. Hmmmmm. Well okay then you’ve forced my hand

1. My fav fic of yours is Lie for a Lie! It’s a classic and one of the first things I read of yours so it’s what made me a Boogum fan and led to us being friends :) so it will always have a special place in my heart

2. Fav chapter in fav fic—oooh hmm I love the fashion shoot chapter 👀 also the chapter where they go on a date and without thinking he wipes the ice cream off her face and eats it DHSJJSKS

3. Best character you’ve written—I will say adrien bc he’s my favorite and you write him spectacularly. But also Louis and floria!!!!!!! You turned silly background characters into such real and lovable people<3

4. Best ship you’ve written—gonna be basic and say love square bc your LS is always Superior:) but also I really enjoy the lukloe you’ve done!! and shoutout to rednana😌

5. Fic I haven’t read yet but want to—anything you have written that I haven’t read yet!!! HMC AU comes to mind 😅 also your atla stuff

6. Something I remember vividly from one of your fics—there’s the part in heroes and lullabies where adrien goes by master fu’s old house and it’s empty now and you have this whole metaphor about an empty seashell and it was just so beautifully written and expressed the ache of Adrien’s loss so well!! that has always stuck with me.

7. What made me the most emotional after reading—the ending of written in the stars was SO beautiful and full and emotional. The entirety of heroes and lullabies omg 😭😭 Another one that really got me was the roses still bloom 🥺🥺🥺 but if “emotional” can mean just like happy then little kitty on the roof in his ladybug boxers made me smile SO much, it’s so freaking cute dhdndm also the chapter of two idiots with the underwear….omg I laughed SO hard

8. What I like most abt your writing—I’ve told you this a bunch of times lol but i deeply admire the Balance you achieve with your writing. You have such a masterful simplicity that makes it so easily readable (and RE-readable) and you always know when keep it straightforward and when to lean more into poetic description (which you do so exquisitely and it’s always the perfect amount and hits so hard emotionally without being overwrought). Your sense of pacing is always spot on and also so is your characterization!!!! And your sense of humor aaaaaa I feel like there are few people who are brave enough to be truly Silly and Stupid and you have had me rolling so many times. But then you can also break my heart into a million pieces. and you can also perfectly walk the line between two sides like platonic and romantic or angst and fluff or simple and complicated. Idk it’s just a very expert blend. And also in terms of just technical skill you are the best!!! Clean and easily digestible writing with good spelling, well-structured sentences, reader-friendly paragraph lengths, syntax variety, good overall flow, etc. and all of this combined skill and heart makes your work what I consider some of the best writing out there and makes you one of the writers I enjoy and look up to the most!

Ok I’m losing steam I’m not gonna do all of the rest of them lmaO but I’ll do 2 more

12. Fic I’ve reread—lie for a lie I’ve read at least 2 or 3 times. I reread random stuff from the course of love every so often and the ones that I’ve definitely read at least 3 times are the angsty marichat kiss one where he says “you can’t kiss me like that unless you mean it” and the one where she gets jealous that he’s making out with a chocolate-covered strawberry instead of her DHJSKS. I think I’ve probably reread wingman before(?) and roses still bloom and kitty on a roof. definitely boiled potatoes bc it’s short and makes me laugh so much

13. If I’ve ever shared/talked about your fics—this will probably shock you to find out but yes I have. In fact I’m not sure I’ve ever made a rec list that you weren’t on at least once 😂 can’t help it, everything you write is so good and I can always count on you for enjoyable quality content!!!! And we have similar tastes in a lot of ways so it works out very well for you to be a reliable fic dealer for me 😌 thanks Kim botherkupo boogum, I really owe you

🥺🥺😭😭 too many nice things, I’m feeling emotional hfhfhfhfg. This is what I love about fic writing though. I remember when you first started reading my fics and I got all these comments and was like wow this person is so nice, and then i checked out your fics (or was it the other way around? Lmao j don’t even know now), and I was so happy because I’d found a new author to follow. And I had no idea then we’d become such good friends, but that’s the beauty of fandom is you can find lifetime friendships and quality content 😌

(Also I’m Hfhfhfh because I totally forgot about written in the stars)

Anyway, you’ve made me very emotional. Like this is my actual face right now 🥺 . I even got a little teary. I hope you’re happy hfhfhg

#love you Maryssa #💜💜