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#that would also be the end of the queue please send in new stuff for me to write

wild-karrde · 5 months

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Hi karrde. Will you be doing fandom fridays anymore? I miss getting all the great recs every week

Hey there Nonnie! I know I said I'd only been gone a few weeks, but honestly, it's been kind of nice to stay relaxing for a bit. I'm tentatively planning to restart again in the new year once the holidays are over and I've had time to recharge, probably mid-January.

That being said, I'm going to toss this out there: it's really disheartening to spend so much time on Fandom Friday and not see interaction tick up as a result. I do go check notes periodically on recommendations, and it's frustrating when they haven't moved hardly at all. Interaction has been exceptionally abysmal lately, and that only adds to the frustration. I know I, like all of my other writer buddies, spend SO MUCH time writing and rewriting and carefully crafting stories, so when no one really interacts, it's disheartening. That is also true for Fandom Friday. It normally takes me hours to pull the queue and the list together each week, so when people aren't interacting with the recs, it has a similar discouraging effect, ya know?

So, all to say I do plan on bringing Fandom Friday back, but I really need people to remember what the point of it is: interaction with people that create here. That means reblogging, commenting, sending asks, etc., NOT spam liking and moving on.

Until January, I would encourage the people on here (ESPECIALLY people that don't create) to go share and comment on the stuff they love. It's hard for me to find the time to read everything my friends write, much less find new stuff to read because I'm writing and doing FF, and the same is true for other people creating here. Of course we love to read and share each other's works, but we can't be the only ones keeping the Tumblr ecosystem going.

All to say, if you've read something that you loved lately or can't stop thinking about a particular piece of art on your dash, make sure you LET THE CREATOR KNOW (or reblog at a minimum). Of course we create for ourselves, but we choose to share the stories with you (or art, I'm writing this all as a writer, but pls know I'm including artists in this as well). You make our entire days when you get excited about the things we've spent hours carefully crafting and overthinking and worrying over. WE LOVE IT.

And when Fandom Friday comes back, SHARE THE RECS YOU LOVE. The summary comes out at the end of the day so you can find it all if you miss the queue, but PLEASE INTERACT WITH WHAT'S ON THERE.

(sorry Nonnie, I took this as an opportunity to rant, but I feel like it was needed)

#karrde asks #fandom friday

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echonidae · 1 year

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a buncha headshot portraits! three out of five portraits, i'm finishing up the last two c: the sketches here are from way back in august/september, and i fiddled with them for some weeks on end trying to make Something out of them, then proceeded to frustratedly shelf the lot of them away. so it's nice to see at least these three all finished up now :') and they were really nice to work on too ;v;

but ohoho okay, this is a lot of announcements in one single post, so bear with me a moment :3c here's a tl;dr first: 1) headshot portraits as a new commission option maybe? :0ccc 2) commissions are opening again on monday, jan. 23rd! 3) separate commission info webpage for reading convenience (particularly for folks on mobile) 4) commission rules changes: payment in full & upfront, rather than half-and-half 5) two-slots-per-person rule will be no more and folks are free to send as many orders as they want, but any ones after the second will go into the queue instead 6) also a small change with unoccupied queue slots

the rest is under the readmore :')

so, i've been thinking about adding this sort of portrait as a commission option!! fairly simple compositions but fully rendered (because i darn love painting so much; cellshading is nice and all, but coloring it all in one layer is just... heart-eyes), on the big 2600px to 3800px canvases as well c: and i'm thinking of pricing commissions like these at 28 USD (feels like a good price but i'm accepting feedback on that — the point was to add something that's just straight up fully-rendered, but for the lower end of the pricetable, and the limitations of a headshot portrait feel fitting enough on both sides ;v; )

also portraits like these are fairly quick to draw, so the turnaround time would be fairly short! add to it that 1) these are fun, 2) i could use focusing on just the face and expressions rather than elaborate poses and all, 3) portraiture lighting my beloved, and 4) these are painted, and don't take forever to figure out or paint. :D but yeah, let me know what you think of the headshot portrait option!! would you folks be interested in something like this? :0c

and now hold on a moment, i have more things to say!! xD

commissions are reopening monday, jan. 23rd, at the usual 5pm BRT (UTC -3:00)!

6 active slots (previously known as regular slots; can't believe it's taken me years to figure out a better way of calling these orz), as well as another 24 slots on queue. these will remain open until further notice; money's tight right now, hence the lack of closing date :')

there should be plenty of slots either way tho, so no rush at all! but i apologize for the super short notice orz

also, i went and got all the commission info on a separate webpage on wix instead. here you go!

should be easier to access and read through stuff, particularly on mobile — or at least i sincerely hope it is, please leave me feedback if you can!!! let me know if you encounter Problems, i've looked and combed through every bit of these four (4) pages but i might have missed stuff still, pretty please let me know if you run into any Issues! ;-;

but yeah, the website has all the rules and info and all the different options as well, with extra examples and all. on monday, you'll also be able place orders directly through there, i made a little form and all c': technically the form is already there but pls don't send requests yet, i can't reserve slots ahead of time!

also also, and these are the last things i've got to say, i promise (and thank you if you've read this far!),

a couple commission rules are changing!

1) from this new batch onwards, i'll be charging commissions in full & upfront instead of the half-half system i'd been doing up until this point. the exception is if an order exceeds $80 USD; for those ones we'll return to the half-before-sketch + half-once-finished situation instead!

but how's that? :0c i hope this is alright, but please let me know if this would make commissions just... unaffordable ;o; i do really like the half-half system, and i'd rather keep it, but it's either this or raising prices, and i don't think i can do that yet :T either way, please let me know your thoughts on the matter!!

2) the only-two-slots-per-person rule will no longer be in effect, so go ham with multiple orders if you wish on monday — the caveat is that i'll still be working only on two orders at a time per person, so if you order three things, the third one will be placed at the end of the queue c:

looking back i could've... done this from the beginning. orz it should be more convenient to send multiple orders if you have 'em!

and finally, 3) if the queue list hits its closing date with slots still available, folks who have already ordered and would like to get in the queue again can go on and grab those empty queue slots if they want, instead of being limited to two slots per person per batch, and then having to wait for an entire new batch.

i opened this exception for the last round of commissions (thank you once again to the folks who wanted repeats ;-; ) so i thought i should just make it into a proper thing instead, since it does make sense to do it anyway — the queue list is purposefully filled with a ton of slots, then left open for weeks on end to make sure everyone interested can get their orders in, so letting folks claim those remaining slots after the deadline sounds fine ;v;

that being said, there won't be a deadline for this monday's batch, so this bit technically doesn't change anything xD but i thought i should mention the New Thing #6!

and that's it! that's all!

while i'm pretty set on most of these (specially the full-upfront-payment bit — again, money's tight orz), i'm still definitely open to feedback, and to change things if something doesn't work for you folks!! please do share your thoughts on it, or send a note if you'd rather!! and let me know if you have any questions too ;v;

i apologize for the super short notice again (and for cramming all of this into a single post) orz i'll be sorting things out until 5pm on monday, and getting these last commissions posted as well c:

thank you again for reading all of this orz and please don't feel obligated to reply to all the points if you have thoughts on only a specific one, i'd rather hear a little feedback than none at all ;o;

all in all, hope at least these portraits look nice, they were fun to work on :') Oliver, Owen and Steffan (previously known as the Swordsman/the Warlock — yup he's got a name now!); i'll get the other two of Matthew and Coriander done and posted!

thanks again folks, have a nice friday! ;w;

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icedmetaltea · 6 months

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Hello :p I am not the greatest with words but I do want you to know that you've made my day more than once. You've always answered an ask of mine no matter how random which I do appreciate. Your art brings me a smile and the things you reblog make me laugh or learn about important things. Let's not forget your writing as well. I still lack the confidence to publish my work on ao3 but I have shared drabbles of my writing with you because you genuinely inspired me. You have fun with your writing and it’s nice to see.

I would also like to mention how blunt and open you are about questions. It's something I don't see often and it has helped me feel better about myself. I remember you receiving an ask about your gender and you told the anon about your experience and opinions about the whole thing. It opened my eyes to some things and allowed me to get a better view of myself. I've been more comfortable with my body and mind just because of you.

If you do end up leaving Tumblr I'll be sure to follow and support you on whatever app you move to. Personally, I would like it if you stayed here but in the end, it's up to you. I am sorry to hear that you haven't been receiving many notes as of late. I am still sort of new to Tumblr so I am not sure how things work but I don't think it's anything you're doing. There's been a new wave of people on here and from what I've been seeing most people just leave likes and no reblogs because they don't understand the system. You're not being annoying with the stuff you queue and reblog, it's quite literally what Tumblr is all about. It's good that you're always sharing and tagging things and I'm sure you've made other people's days doing that.

I am sorry for the rambling. Please do not be so hard on yourself. If you need a break please take one. Enjoy yourself and enjoy life. I hope things get better and I send my best wishes to you

Thank you so so much anon, this really means more than I could express. I've been bouncing between hating myself and my work but since I recently got an official depression diagnosis I'm trying to remind myself that my perception of myself is all skewed rn. And even if the stuff I create is as bad as I see it right now, it doesn't matter. If I can help anyone in any way or bring at least one person joy with what I make, that is enough ❤️

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #sidenote pls pls pls share your stuff on ao3 #if you want I mean #just like don't let self-doubt hold you back from something you're passionate about

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is-it-accessible · 10 months

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Guide to Tumblr by a Redditor

Dashboard = feed.

Necroing is encouraged.

Puns are required. /jk

The url you created first is your primary or main blog. When you like, reply, or send messages, your primary is what people will see.

You can change the look and url, and you could delete all your posts, but anything more requires total account deletion. Tumblr likes to brigade sometimes. It's annoying when it's your primary.

There are 2 ways to use tumblr:

Throw caution to the wind and use your primary for everything. Accept that someone will brigade you for something ridiculous at some point. It's a right of passage.

Create side blogs like we made throwaways. I have a primary and this baby blog. Some people create fandom specific or meme or fashion blogs. Keep in mind you can make and delete them as much as you want, but you should be reasonable about it. Otherwise, you'll be caught by the filter.

Asks

Keep these off for now. Cuts down on brigading significantly. When sending an ask, remember the human. Also remember that tumblr isn't run by mods who've seen it all. A lot of blogs are run by 13 year olds.

Spam Filter

Tumblr can be the worst automod you've ever met. Especially when you're new, especially if you're unverified, especially if you do create 10000 side blogs.

The filter will either say, "oops! I'm glitching!" (lies) or it will outright shadowban you. To test this, write a post, tag it, then go to the tag and filter by latest. If you are not there, you're shadowbanned!

It also does this to people who post links or images, but not always. A minor form of shadowbanning is hiding your reblog in the notes.

While we're here, please do report genuine bots. Most of them use malicious links. Top right of every post.

Pinned Posts

You only get one. Choose wisely! Useful for adding info about you/your blog, kinda like a wiki. Don't feel pressured to add anything you don't like.

Liking vs Replying vs Reblogging

A like is an upvote, except everyone can see your primary. It sends good vibes. Some people get angry when they only get liked. Ignore them. Do what you want.

Replying is when you have a small addition. Try not to argue in the replies. This is considered rude. You can always @ the person in a reblog.

Reblogging shares the post to your blog. You can choose which blog at the top of the screen. You can also queue it, so it comes out later. We do this to prevent flooding people's dashboards and inboxes. (There is a debate on whether flooding is okay or not.)

Tagging

When you post or reblog, you can add any tags you want. If it is your OC, then it will show up in the sitewide tags. Supposedly, only the first 5 tags work, so make them count.

Even if you don't tag, your post could end up in the related posts, based on the content.

For reblogs, a tag is an easy way to make a side comment, or make your post searchable on your own blog. It also serves as a content warning.

When warning, tag the main word without frills. If warning for a bug, write "bugs" and "insects" and nothing else. Tumblr's filter considers these to be different things: cw bugs, tw bugs, bugs cw. Don't be a jerk, like the filter. Just write "bugs" and "insects" so people don't have to have 10 mile long filter lists.

Common cws: creepy crawlies, bedroom shit, politics, abuse, bigotry, horror, sarcasm, and unreality.

A Filter for Your Squicks

Good news! You can filter out stuff that bothers you! Look in settings for the preferences menu. Content will filter out anything that contains the word. So "hot" would filter out "eachother". Tags will filter out only the exact tags. Note: there appears to be a limit to how much you can filter.

Blocking

Happens all the time, happens for no reason, just move on. People will literally block you because the algorithm was showing them your posts too much. If you are blocked, tumblr will claim their blog does not exist, or say you cannot reblog from them. It likes the "oopsie!" approach for some reason.

On the flip side, go ahead and block! Have fun with it! We are our own moderators, here.

Blocking prevents you from seeing their posts, and they cannot reply, reblog, or see you. One exception- if someone else reblogs you, they can see it.

DNI

Means "do not interact." It's mostly a preachy statement but you should honor it as much as possible. The longer the list, especially if it mentions fandom shit, the more likely they're a brigader.

Screen shotting

Generally considered rude, associated with harassment. (If you see a "callout," this is usually code for brigading. Feel free to block the subject...or everyone involved.)

Exceptions for screen shotting tags to share a clever remark, though copy pasting is better.

I will admit that everyone loves to screenshot horrible/ridiculous people, but we all know we should at least cut the url out first.

Image Descriptions

It is nice to add these. If someone adds them to your post, copy their text and put it in the original. Alt text is preferred. Do not add alt text and an image description.

How to write one: describe the most important parts of the image. You don't want excessive detail, but you do want to get the point across. For example:

[Image: burning Elmo meme. He has the reddit snoo's face. Text, "burn, baby, burn." /end]

If it is a simple comic, describe the people involved, and name/nickname them. After that, stick with text only, unless something relevant happens. Example:

[Comic: a big bad in a suit talks to a group of people using reddit avatars. Background is a building labeled Reddit Incorporated.

Big bad: well, if you don't like it, you can just leave!

Group: okay.

Big bad: what? No! Come back here!

Group: *settles into their new space with smiles*

Reddit Inc: *becomes old and decrepit*

Big bad: oh no! /end]

For more complicated comics, use Panel 1, Panel 2, etc, and describe the whole thing.

For recognizable figures, you can say their name and what they're doing/wearing if relevant.

For art...honestly, I hate describing art. Do what you can. Say what they used (oil, pencil, digital, etc.) Say if there's a tree, or a castle. Describe the cat and the mermaid. Etc. With this one, you want to be as detailed as possible, because the whole point is to enjoy the experience.

Politics

We have all kinds here. It is more anti-ableist and anti-sexist in general. Please keep to the Reddiquette.

#reddit #reddit migration #guide #tumblr guide

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idolicons · 9 months

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hi! im a new icon blog and i love ur blog, i wanted to know if you have any tips on how to use tumblr and such?

ahh i'm so flattered by this i literally teared up reading it,, thank you so much nonnie｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

i'll post my response to your question under a read more since i get pretty rambley lol :) tl;dr though, i like to use the queue feature a lot so i'm only posting once or twice a day, and i think things like "promo posts" and introduction posts are really helpful!!

unfortunately i'm not very sure what about how i use tumblr is specific to me, i'm winging it too haha! for me personally, having the queue to schedule posts at a certain time instead of posting the second i make them helps me a lot with not getting burned out, and feeling like my blog has more structure!

i have made the mistake of posting 8-10 times a day on old blogs and it made it feel much more like a chore than something i enjoy doing, (´-ω-`) it's a personal preference, but i would recommend using the queue to post 1-2 times a day and taking it slow. especially since every fandom has a limited amount of media, there's only so many things you can make you know? although getting excited is still okay, my queue has over 100 posts in it right now www

something i see a lot of other people doing is having a pinned post as to general information about yourself, like how to refer to you, what sources you like to do, etc.! some people also like to tag and ask other "bigger" blogs to share that post and get the word out so you can start posting more, so it doubles as a promo post! i think that can be really helpful and i've done it myself in the past :)

if you're looking from some inspo as to what these posts look like i think @/sugarypalettes' is very appealing visually, as well as being effective and concise<3

overall though it's important to keep in mind that it is your blog at the end of the day. i've let bad looking posts loom over me, or i've felt bad when i don't get to requests on old blogs for personal reasons. prioritizing yourself and having fun with the blog is the very most important thing imo!! having a steady queue lined up for a rainy day also helps me not worry about that so much :)

i think it's important to remember that your blog is what you want it to be and you should work on it as much as you want to, not out of some obligation or feel like it's a chore.

also don't be afraid or ashamed to put a lot of tags on your stuff !!! it may be specific to me but i feel so silly putting a lot of tags sometimes, but don't be ashamed of it !! if you want people to see your post then put a bunch of tags on it!!! you are so valid!!

and personally, if you're on pc, i love looking through cute themes for my blog and playing around with them in the settings ♡(>ᴗ•) but again that's just if you want to, there's nothing wrong with having default! i think it's still really charming and a lot of people use it, and it's all mobile users will see regardless

i'm not sure i can think of much more advice to give haha. maybe you'll do something that's out there that i didn't even realize you could do. but if you do decide to make the promo post please tag me in it!!! i'd love to support you and see what u do with your blog!!! welcome to the community (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡ we're so happy to have you! thank you for sending in your ask nonnie i hope this was helpful!<3

#pareposts #asks #if there's anything i missed please let me know!!!#questions #anon

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merrrrrrrrry · 1 year

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hi hi hi ✨🫶🏻

happy louis day!! im so glad tumblr knew who i was looking for when i searched for your blog bc i didn’t know you changed your url djshsjs

i use this recipe, but i usually put more of the seasonings in than the recipe says bc otherwise it’s a tad bland ✨

okay so im not sure if i already told you about the cross stitch bookmark (i might have i can’t remember) but i finished that and then i made us commemorative taylor swift tickets bc we’re seeing her in march and it sucks that now when you go to a concert you don’t get physical tickets to keep and we both like those kinds of momentos so i designed them and printed them on cardstock and laminated them and everything and they look so good!! im really happy with how they turned out 🥺 and then i made her two tshirts with memes (kind of) on them that i think she’ll really like 🫶🏻 it was so funny making them bc my mom was watching me do it and she kept laughing and saying we were both dumb (affectionate) djshsj

that sounds amazing omg i love places like that!! that sounds like a lot of fun 🫶🏻 did you see anything super fun or interesting while you were there (aside from the place as a whole)? i would love to be in that shop surrounded by baking stuff 🥹 also!!!! i love that for you!!! there’s just something so special about buying baking implements 🥺 i bought a new cookie scoop the other day and i love it so much ✨

i haven’t seen it! please share your experience if you do end up watching it 🫶🏻

sending you lots of hugs 🫂💗✨

-✨holiday pal✨

Hello

Happy happy Christmas!!💕💕

I'm so sorry i changed without any warning 🙈🙈 and I'm so happy you still found me, sometimes Tumblr's search function makes the love stories huh❣️

You did tell me you'll do some cross stitch for your friend's presents but you didn't tell me what it'll be , I'll be looking forward to seeing those photos💕

And oh my god!!!! That's so awesome that's absolutely brilliant. I can truly comprehend just how good you are at crafts. That's so so sweet and thoughtful to make those tickets for your friend. Isn't it just the best feeling when you can make the ones you love, laugh❣️❣️

I honestly wasn't able to get a good look at the shop at all because it was so so crowded. There was a long long queue and we were standing there for one and a half hour before we got to the counter. My university is in a different state so I live in the hostel on campus and I'll be going back on the 1st for my 2nd semester. I'll be looking forward to going back to the shop when I'm back home again when the semester ends

Congratulations on your cookie scoop! I watched the first 5 episodes and it was so much fun. I've never really watched an anime properly before. Back when i still watched a little tv sometimes, we used to get animax on cable and i watched k-on and spooky kitaro for a short while but it was not dedicated watching or anything.

Sending you lots and lots of hugs right back and maybe even smooches if you're amenable💕💕💕

Have a breathtaking day 💕💕

#✨holiday pal✨#merrranswers #thank you so much for cheering me up this month of cold and dread❣️❣️#and reminding me of its warmth and beauty

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hisblame · 2 years

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independent PRIVATE rp for 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓫𝔂 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓮 of 𝓬𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓴𝓪𝓲 .

memes | rules below cut ; read before interacting .

mutuals only;

this blog is PRIVATE which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i follow, i want to WRITE and generally nerd out about our muses w/ you. if we haven’t reached out to one another for some time, i may unfollow/softblock. really want to focus on plotted/developed interactions since i’m not able to be here for prolonged periods and it helps me keep up. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. NON RP/PERSONAL/WRITING BLOGS shouldn’t interact w/ posts or follow. i want to keep things strictly for rp purposes only. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that’s your decision, and i won’t fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let’s discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

i’ve had a change in activity since getting a new job, so mainly expect to see me online if i’m not too busy or tired with personal things wednesdays and thursdays. i can’t promise the queue will be loaded up and ready to post other times, but i’ll certainly try my best. i do not hold any mutuals to a specified time limit on replies. i appreciate your patience when it comes to my responses as well.

triggers;

as mentioned above, there will be some dark themes. however, i will not write things like inappropriate interactions with minors, abuse/non-con, discrimination, incest, etc. i won’t tag things unless requested by mutuals.

shipping;

i am open to all types of ships. if you have an idea, ask me about it. my response will vary from immediate to possibly brainstorming scenarios. if i hard pass on a ship, respect that. again, no inappropriate dynamics such as an adult with minors or toxic relationships. any extremely negative relationships will only be referred to in headcanon. enemies in a non-abusive sense or rivals are fine. as for romantic shipping, you know what i’m going to say: chemistry.

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

no godmodding, forcing ships or harassing for responses. you may remind me of a plot or thread we have going, but please do not attempt to guilt me into hurrying. i am a real person, in the real world, with other things going on. as much as i would love to sit and write all day or gush over our muses together until our brains are slime, i won’t be online all the time. if i am online but haven’t responded, be patient. i follow the muse, and i expect my partners to take their time too. vague posts, negativity and all that yucky stuff can find the door. i’m not here for any ooc drama. while i don’t condone callout posts and related content, i need to know if i’m unintentionally writing with someone abusive. do not steal. psd credit: weirdestwitch and jessource.

duplicates;

i am willing to interact, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if others follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i’m good. you have your version and i have mine. we’re individually unique, and we should explore that. i don’t want to know what i’m doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we’ll make it our own. i’d rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways… that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let’s have fun with it!

mains & exclusives;

mains, yes! exclusives, the jury is out! as of right now, since this blog is so new, i won’t practice exclusives. i will have main canon muses that will take priority because we’ve known each other a minute or we have great chemistry. not sure what my main limit is, but i’ll update when i do.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 ⏤ where’s drew??

main blog 𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ( metalcursed ) med activity 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫 ( notcoke ) low/med 𝔧𝔦𝔪 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔯 ( notcrsd ) low 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔬'𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 ( hellsfyr ) low/med 𝔱𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ( mnsons )

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

#do not interact with this post.

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notcrsd · 2 years

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main blog: 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍

heavily 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 with 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚛𝚣𝚢 ; open to interacting with other joyce muses ; only to non-romantic dynamics with joyce muses if plot.

mutuals only;

this blog is private which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that’s your decision, and i won’t fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let’s discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

triggers;

shipping;

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

duplicates;

i am willing to interact with other eddies because at one point in time, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if other eddies follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i’m good. you have your version and i have mine. we’re individually unique, and we should explore that. i don’t want to know what i’m doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we’ll make it our own. i’d rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways… that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let’s have fun with it!

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drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

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hellsfyr · 2 years

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proud freak and member of d&d fantasy game 𝖍̲𝖊̲𝖑̲𝖑̲𝖋̲𝖎̲𝖗̲𝖊̲ 𝖈̲𝖑̲𝖚̲𝖇̲ as well as bassist for 𝖈̲𝖔̲𝖗̲𝖗̲𝖔̲𝖉̲𝖊̲𝖉̲ 𝖈̲𝖔̲𝖋̲𝖋̲𝖎̲𝖓̲. mitch o'connor ft. in sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. drew / they them / 21+ main blog is metalcursed.

copy and pasted from eddie’s blog so it might mention him primarily.

mutuals only;

activity;

triggers;

shipping;

headcanon influence;

this is a big one. i will be exploring the true life culture of the 1980s heavy metal scene and its influence on society. actual trials took place with bands as well as civilians because the justice system conceived metal music and its imagery had a damaging effect on society. the influence it held over the youth and its link to crimes made anyone associated with the subculture suspect number one. using these real life cases mixed with the canon of eddie’s role in the show, i’d like to build a character profile that will be biased to my interpretation. music will also play heavily in my portrayal of eddie who canonically is a fan of dio, w.a.s.p. and other such groups. expect breakdowns and reflections on those bands and their cultural influence. for spice, i’d love to incorporate their inspiration into interactions and verses too.

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

duplicates;

mains & exclusives;

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

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fandom-necromancer · 2 years

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A bit of comfort

This was prompted by a wonderful anon! I’m sorry for the double delay! You initially said either platonic or pre-relationship, so you can interpret it as both! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human Ship: Hannor/Hankon interpretable Warnings: None

‘Alright, Sumo, let’s get you cleaned up before Hank comes back home.’ It had been raining the whole day, turning snow to sludge and frozen ground to mud. Sumo’s fur was plastered to his skin, legs caked in mud up to his belly, but the dog looked up to him happy as he could be. Connor picked up the enormous St. Bernhard as if he weighed nothing and carried him to the bathroom. Sumo liked bathing, so with the excepting of a few times where he would try to shake off the wetness, Connor was confident he didn’t have to clean the whole bathroom afterwards.

He liked taking care of Hank’s dog. What he didn’t like was that that was about the only thing he could do. The revolution had left a lot of things in limbo. Androids were declared persons with all the rights that brought, but so far, there wasn’t clear legislation on that. Connor still legally was owned by Cyberlife and was only protected by the speech of the president and his prominent involvement in Jericho’s last actions. Others might not be so lucky. But he also couldn’t go back to his job at the DPD like he wanted. They weren’t allowed to own him, but also not to offer him a job with a wage. To add, he had indeed stolen Hank’s key to access evidence not in his possession and had tempered with it too. Not to forget he had killed in the Cyberlife tower. He, as well as all other androids could only hope on ruling their actions as self-defence. Because up to now, Cyberlife had been at charge for faulty technology. Now that they were persons, they had to be held accountable for their actions. And proving when an android had deviated and what it had done as part of a programmed response was a whole different story. Legally speaking it was a huge mess.

Hank had offered Connor to stay with him, for as long as he wanted. And he had gladly accepted, the other options being Cyberlife, a holding cell, the streets or Jericho. Marcus had offered him a place to stay too, but too deep ran the guilt that they had lost a lot of lives to him telling humans their location. No, Hank’s home was perfect. Located in the suburbs, where it was quiet, Sumo to keep him company, and Hank, who he trusted more than anyone else.

It was nice to have some time to himself. To find out what kind of person he had been and what kind of person he wanted to be. And mostly some time to get used to… freedom. Not having a purpose or directive or order to follow left him with a lot of idleness he had to fill not to succumb to boredom. He had read a few of Hank’s books – the human way, not simply uploading its content. He had realised why humans liked it. That way there wasn’t just information, but a start, middle and finish and you didn’t know what would happen next. The thrill was nice, but in Connor’s opinion, it took way too much time to read it word for word.

A type of story he did enjoy though were movies. A story packed into two hours with the same thrill of suspense, but in a short enough time to be considered effective. He liked them very much. Also, you were able to watch a movie together. Maybe that point had played far more into his decision than he wanted to admit.

As Hank came home, Sumo was washed and dry and Connor had made him some warm sandwiches to snack on during the movie. ‘How was work?’, he asked, and Hank waved him off. ‘Jeffrey is still trying to decide whether to fire me for breaking an FBI agent’s nose or promote me for helping you guys. I guess that’ll be the question until they’ve finally figured out who’s the good guy in this. As for the moment I’ve decided not to worry and do my job. Who knows, maybe once they figured it out, this whole thing is long forgotten.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ Hank laughed. ‘Hey, you don’t know for how long I’ve wanted to do that, it’s not a problem. I’ll go take a shower, then we can start the movie. What did you pick?’ ‘We didn’t watch anything from the horror-genre. I picked up one most say isn’t too scary.’ Hank pulled a face. ‘Not my favourite genre, but yeah, sure. I’ll hurry.’

Connor couldn’t say he had liked it very much, either. It was needlessly violent and graphic. Even though he knew real life murderers could be this sadistic, he knew the victims normally were much, much smarter. Maybe it had just been the movie that was bad, but Connor had the feeling he wouldn’t like other movies like that much better.

Hank had grumbled something similar, chuckling how he also wished to simply never sleep, like Connor did. The man quickly cleaned the dishes, went to the bathroom and afterwards wished him a good night before going to bed.

What left the android alone in the house. He didn’t have to sleep, just go to stasis for a few hours and he mostly did that when he was alone at home during the day. Sumo had a habit to lay down next to Hank on the free side of the bed, so Connor was truly alone. Not wanting to keep on the lights so Hank wouldn’t be disturbed in his sleep, he sat in the kitchen and worked on some defragmentation of his memory core.

Only that somehow his processes were always cancelled by some non-existent movement detected at the edge of his vision. He thought to see a vaguely human shape close to him, despite knowing he was alone in the room. His auditory sensors were suddenly tuned to every small noise there was: The wind howling around the house, rattling at the loose rain pipe of the neighbours. The wooden frame of the house groaning in the cold. Far away sounds of animals, searching for food close to humans now that night had fallen. They had been present all the time, every night. But now for the first time they triggered alarms in Connor’s mind. It was as if there was some hidden danger out there lurking despite him knowing it wasn’t and every sound was some aspect of its form.

It made his stress levels rise and even though Connor knew it was uncalled for, he couldn’t help it. Quick research found that humans experienced this too and there was a connection to the movie, but still Connor couldn’t understand how he, an android built for hands-on police work, could be afraid because of a horror-movie of questionable quality. He tried to keep calm and lower his stress levels, but it didn’t work, so in the end, he did the only thing that came to his mind.

When he entered Hank’s bedroom, he hoped the man was still awake, so he wouldn’t freak out if he saw Connor. But Sumo noticed him anyways. Hank, who had been half asleep, opened one eye to look at him questioningly. ‘Err… Can I stay here? The movie, it… I think I need some company.’ ‘Yeah, sure’, Hank slurred sleepily. Relieved, Connor looked around and leaned against the wall then. ‘Why are you standing there?’ ‘Because I… Well, I don’t… ‘For fuck’s sake, Connor, come here. Don’t just stand there, Jesus, you are giving me the creeps.’ ‘Where else should I-‘

Hank wordlessly lifted the blanket and patted the space next to him. Connor blushed and was about to decline, but Hank interrupted him before he could even utter the first word: ‘Now come on, it’s getting cold!’ Awkwardly, Connor climbed under the blanket and politely kept his distance from Hank. The man chuckled, put his hands around him and pulled him close. ‘Tell me if it’s too much’, he carefully said, but kept up the gentle pressure against Connor’s chest. ‘But believe me, this helps with it.’

And indeed, Connor somehow felt safer now. It made no sense, if there really were a killer, this would hinder him more than help in protecting himself and Hank. But feeling these strong human arms around him and the warmth from behind, his stress levels soon were back to his normal. ‘And, does it work for androids too?’, Hank murmured. Connor nodded and carefully brushed his hand over the man’s forearm. ‘Yes, thank you.’ ‘Not a bother’, Hank smiled and nestled deeper into his pillow, not letting go of Connor.

He should have been embarrassed, really. Since they started working together, Connor had noticed he was fond of the Lieutenant. They certainly had been friends in the end, but Connor felt like there was something more. He couldn’t really find a good word for it, but this right here right now? It was something that felt definitely like more than a friendly gesture and was something Connor might have played with as a thought for the future, but apparently Hank had just decided it was the time now.

Or Connor just read too much into a bit of comfort.

One way or the other, even though he was pretty sure he didn’t like horror-movies, this now was a good reason to watch them more often.

#detroit become human #dbh #Hannor #Hankon #Hank Anderson #Connor dbh #RK800 #me: This is just a fluff story you don't need that much introduction #also me: but what about the when and what and how and why #I apparently cant cut myself short lately #been so long without writing my little goblin hands just won't stop even if I tell them #that would also be the end of the queue please send in new stuff for me to write

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multiland · 2 years

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strawberry flavored basorexia - k.jw.

(noun.) the overwhelming desire to kiss

summary: you’ve been feeling some kind of way towards your friend, who’s always been insanely gorgeous in your eyes... but fuck, those lips look so nice, and you just want to kiss him until they’re red and swollen.

pairing: Jungwoo x female reader

genre: friends to lovers, smut.

warnings: Jungwoo has the habit of chewing strawberry gum, Haechan is an annoying bestie, Jungwoo is really sweet but also really hot, reader has a wet dream, an insane amount of kissing, teasing, slight fingering, unprotected sex.

word count: 7.6k

a/n: I hope you like it everyone! please remember feedback is very very very much appreciated! 💖

The evening arrives in a blink of an eye after doing the chores, cooking and cleaning around the house. You get into the shower not long after, freshening up before your friends arrive.

The warm water welcomes your skin and provokes a sigh to fall from your lips. As you start washing up, and as if your brain didn’t have anything better to do, memories from the dream you had last night start flooding your mind.

Your eyes press shut, flashbacks of the intense makeout sending shivers down your spine.

The story is simple. You’re a heavy sleeper for the most part, but for some reason, your mind decided it’d be a good idea to put one of your friends in a dream to kiss you heatedly. This friend is named Jungwoo; a tall guy with curious doe eyes, fluffy hair and a gentle smile from art’s school you met a couple of years ago, when Donghyuck introduced him to the group because turns out, they were sharing a class together and your friends being the way they are, ended up adopting him into the circle. He started spending lunch with all of you almost every day, going out to the same parties, and even joining you in the library in some of your failed study sessions.

He was visibly tense at first, he seemed to be shy around new people, especially you despite having a queue of girls swooning over him. Truthfully so handsome for his own good with his gentle voice and chivalry, model-like walks and dazzling smiles while running his fingers through his hair were enough to drive a large number of the female students into their own doom. He didn’t seem to be aware of his attractiveness in the beginning, but that quickly changed after spending too much time with Haechan, who would continuously boost his ego by complimenting his looks.

One particular hard week of exams, when all of your group of friends were losing their mental stability and you had to go to the library and bury your face in chemistry books to try and save the semester, the two of you met in one of the aisles, as he was casually looking for some books himself. You were on your tiptoes, cursing under your breath at your short height as you tried to reach the book your teacher had recommended for you to study. A sudden presence was felt behind you and an arm reached for the object you needed. Turning around, you were met with Jungwoo, who kindly smiled at you.

“Here.” He said, handing you the thick book. Your lips curled up in a smile as you brought the book to press it against your chest.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He responded then, eyes averting to the title of the book in your hands before lifting his hand and pointing at it. “Organic chemistry?”

You looked down at the book and then met his eyes again, sighing.

“Yeah. It’s beating my ass and if I don’t pass the exam I’ll fail the semester.”

As you gnawed the inside of your cheek, Jungwoo grimaced.

“Dang. Need some help with it?”

Your brows furrowed together at the question, tilting your head.

“Are you good at it?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, shrugging.

“Kind of. I’m not Antoine Lavoisier, but I can try to help you out.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips, impressed by his comment although you wouldn’t admit it out loud, but also relieved to see some hope for you after all.

“That’d be nice of you.” You said. “But don’t you have your own stuff to work on?”

Jungwoo kept that soft smile on his face, shaking his head.

“No, it’s okay. Plus I guarantee you’ll learn quickly so we won’t take too much time on it anyway.”

After convincing you, the two of you walked to one of the empty tables and got to work. Book opened in front of you and he was sitting next to you, reading out loud the exercises as he followed the letters with his pencil. He scooted closer to get a better view, your heads almost bumping together and the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils in a very unexpected, yet pleasant way.

“Hold on, I think I have some notes in my old notebook.”

He opened his backpack and pulled out what you assumed was said notes. He turned the pages one by one, eyes glued to the paper as he absentmindedly tucked his hand in his pocket to take out a silver wrapper that he just discarded between his fingers to bring a piece of chewing gum to his mouth.

You had noticed a few times he had the habit of chewing gum very often, probably to calm his anxiety or perhaps just because he enjoyed the taste of strawberry way too much.

As your eyes remained fixed on the movements of his jaw, his eyes traveled to you and he laughed, the tip of his ears turning red.

“Sorry. At this point I just do it on autopilot.” He smiled, licking his lips. “Do you want some?”

You smiled and shook your head.

“No thanks, it’s okay.” You had said, forgetting about the curiosity behind the reason for his habit before he nodded and went back to explaining the subject.

You still don’t know if the topic was really that easy or he was a great teacher, but nonetheless, you passed the exam thanks to him.

When you broke the news to him, he was excited for you to the point where he patted your head and said he was proud of you. And you wouldn’t admit the way that made your stomach flip, either.

You started spending more time together, mostly the two of you when the rest of your friends were busy with their own schedules.

Another night, you met at a party. He was friends with the host and you didn’t notice he was there for most part of the night, too busy dancing with either Hyuck or Taeyong, drinking and letting loose until you met him in the kitchen as you went from another drink.

It was kind of a shock, the way he looked I mean, almost unrecognizable from his usual appearance. He would usually wear oversized sweaters, hoodies, jeans or even a plain button up shirt. Not that he looked bad, cause that was basically impossible for him, but that night he truly overcame himself.

Or maybe it was just you, but the black turtle neck, tight jeans, boots and leather jacket surely took you by surprise. You almost froze as you saw him leaning against a counter, drink in hand as he chatted with another guy. His hand in his pocket, silver necklace glistening under the light and visible piercing on his ears.

You felt stunned to the point of wondering if it was really him, as he finished downing his drink, placed the cup next to him and again, brought another packet of gum out to slip one piece into his mouth.

He probably felt your stare on him, eyes finding your figure at the entrance as a bright grin formed on his lips. He lifted his hand to wave and you nervously returned the gesture before he leaned to whisper something in the other guy’s ear, who just nodded and walked away. You gulped and looked away, trying to find the cooler to put some ice into your plastic cup. Your hands were shaking as he approached, and a sudden shiver ran down your spine when he called out your name from behind. That cologne again swept you off your feet.

Turning around, you smiled.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Didn’t know you were coming.” He said, watching your every move as you tried to open a bottle with your clumsily shaky hands. Why the hell were you nervous? Still a mystery. However, he just choked and moved his hands to the head of the bottle, warm fingers brushing with yours as he decided to help and your eyes followed. Long, slender fingers adorned with rings and making you feel some type of way, encasing your smaller ones as he spoke, “Let me.”

You pulled your hands away, your heartbeat increasing in speed as he opened the bottle and poured the liquid into your cup.

“Thanks.” You said, almost in a whisper. “Seems like I can’t do stuff on my own anymore.” You joked.

Jungwoo chuckled, handing you the cup before turning his body to face you. You looked up to meet his eyes, almost as if you hadn’t noticed the obvious height difference before, and what the fuck, he looked even more gorgeous from up close that night. Lips slightly tinted in red, sharp jawline and piercing gaze.

“Nah, come on. I just like to help you.” He responded, pulling you out of your own thoughts.

“My hero.” You teased, and he just laughed. “I’m with Hyuck and Taeyong, if you wanna join us?”

“Ah, sure. Shall we get going?”

You nodded, turning on your heels as the two of you made your way back to the living room. Talking about trivial stuff before he suddenly called your name and you stopped, turning to look at him.

“Yeah?”

He smiled, leaning down to whisper in your ear. There it was, that strawberry scent coming from his lips as he said:

“You look pretty.”

And you would never admit out loud the way you weren’t able to stop smiling after that comment.

Admittedly, you two get along very well, and you consider him a friend after all the times he’s been there to either save you or make you laugh when you’re having a bad day, even with the glares thrown at you whenever the two of you spend time together walking through the corridors. He even, more often than not, smacks Donghyuck in the head when he notices you’re getting annoyed or upset by his silly jokes. However, and although he isn’t close enough to attend all of your Friday’s get-togethers, the two of you are still close enough for you to be completely embarrassed by the sole idea of having a wet dream about him. And yeah, you’re probably very aware of his beauty, the plumpiness of his lips, and the smell of his cologne, but you never thought of him that way at all.

At least, not that you had noticed, until now.

The fact that the dream felt so real and caused some slick to pool between your legs doesn’t help at all. You were agitated, craving for some touch as soon as you opened your eyes, and since then, it’s been almost impossible for you to stop replaying the scene in your head.

The memory of you laying on your back on the couch, his tall figure hovering over you on a plaid shirt with the first buttons undone, full plump lips against yours molding deviously, and making your head spin. One of your hands buried in his blonde locks and the other one running over the skin of his chest. His tongue slipping past your mouth, and large hands holding onto your waist. Breath ragged, skins burning, and heartbeats racing. You nibbling on the delicious thickness of his lip, already swollen from your kiss, and him groaning. You yearning for more, pulse like a sledgehammer echoing in your ears, him grinding down on you and you mewling in response, throwing your head back as his hand lowers to the waistband of your panties, he’s getting there, so close to where you’re needing him the most, you could almost taste it, the way you’re going to lose your mind, needing it, wanting it.

But before something else happened, the buzzing of your phone against your bedside table forced you out of your sinful dream. Your breath was still uneven, your body was still heated, and you cursed, because what the fuck was that.

You blink and come back to reality, slightly shaking your head in a failed try to stop reviving said fantasy. You finish washing up, as you continue praying for this night with your friends to help you out somehow.

A small get together with your closest friends one Friday of each month is a normal occurrence, something more of a tradition that’s gotten place for the last 4 years. Normally, the host would be changing each time; Two months ago, it was Doyoung, a night where the weather was cold and rainy, which was the perfect excuse for some of the boys to make you all watch horror movies. Spread across the living room with pillows, blankets and shared snacks in front of the tv that would surely make Doyoung lose his mind when having to vacuum the carpet to get rid of all the crumbs. Donghyuck wouldn’t stop teasing you whenever a jumpscare popped on the movie, karma biting him in the ass not long after when power was out because of the storm and he ended clinging onto Mark in the verge of tears.

Last month it was Donghyuck’s turn to host, which he thought alcohol and VR games would be a great mix. You spent that weekend with him going chandelier shopping when Mark accidentally let go of the remote and shattered the thing with his flailing arms falling to his virtual death. Now that it is your turn to host, you are filling your best friend in on the safer and more alcohol-friendly option you'd come up with. Rummaging through your kitchen cabinets, you balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, hunting for enough snacks that wouldn't be devoured in fifteen minutes by all your friends.

"Yeah, I only have like, a packet of popcorn. Just buy whatever you want."

He groans.

"What are you in the mood for? Sweet or salty?"

"Hyuck, you know I can't make these kinds of decisions. All of the above?"

Donghyuck mocks your words. "What is it with girls and never knowing what they want? At least pick a movie out for tonight."

You roll your eyes, leaning your back against the countertop.

"If by pick one, you mean Russian Roulette on Netflix, then you got it. And besides, it's not like any of you will actually watch the movie. You just come to eat, drink, and make dirty jokes."

Your best friend scoffs, and you can easily picture the glare he'd be throwing in your direction if you were together. He couldn't deny it, and he couldn't help it– they were a bunch of twenty year old boys that might not have been laid in god knows how long.

"Okay, old maid. Don't forget your nun veil as you get ready."

"Bold of you to assume I'm getting ready for any of you. I just got out of the shower and got into the first pair of sweatpants I found." The ones you hadn't been wearing for the past 2 days straight.

"Dress code, sweatpants. Heard. See ya later. Mark keeps making gestures for me to hurry up and it's getting embarrassing."

With another chuckle and a shake of your head, you say.

"Cool. See ya."

You hang up the phone and toss it on the dining table, making your way to the living room to set everything up.

Around thirty minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. Hearing Donghyuck’s loud laugh on the other side, you toss the remote controller onto the couch and sigh, walking towards the entrance and swinging it open. As soon as you meet with your best friend’s beaming smile, you're quick to turn on your heels and make your way to the kitchen without sparing the rest of your friends a single glance.

All of their voices are mixed enough for you to not set them apart from just the sound, except for Donghyuck and Mark’s giggles, assuming Doyoung and Taeyong are speaking just as loud in a try to get the younger ones to listen.

“Awe babe, thanks for the welcome. I missed you too.” Donghyuck says sarcastically, throwing his arms around your frame from behind and squeezing you against his chest.

“We literally saw each other yesterday, get off of me, you brat.” You whine, moving his hands away before grabbing a towel to wipe the dining table. “Make yourself home or whatever. I made some space in the refrigerator in case you want to place the drinks and–” You continue as you turn around, words getting stuck in your throat when your eyes land on the boy walking into the room and placing some plastic bags on top of the table.

He smiles sweetly at you when your eyes meet and you can’t help but freeze on the spot because, what the fuck is he doing here? Not that you don’t like it when he visits… But this time, you clearly weren’t expecting him.

“Jungwoo?” His name rolls off your tongue, stating the obvious. His eyes move from the things he’s getting out of the bags to you, back and forth, his smile glued to his features. You can’t help but take a glance down at yourself, certainly not in your most graceful outfit.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I came.” He says, eyes setting on you with a hint of curiosity, waiting for your answer.

You clear your throat and a not-so-subtle nervous laugh erupts from your mouth.

“No, of course not.” You smile, realization hitting you after drinking his look in. Soft blonde hair, sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans, a necklace and rings on his fingers. As your eyes remain fixed on him, your stomach starts spinning, suddenly noticing how gorgeous he actually is, almost as if last night’s dream had switched something within you and now is making you see him in a different light. You look down at yourself once again, in nothing but your old sweatpants, socks, and a messy bun. Fucking hell. “I just– If I had known you were coming I would’ve dressed more properly.”

Jungwoo chuckles, shaking his head.

“Don’t be silly, come on. This is your house, you don’t need to dress up, much less for me.” He says, wiping the palm of his hands, now wet with the melted ice of the previously cold beverages in his pants, rolling the sleeves of his sweatshirt up his elbows and exposing a wristwatch and some bracelets. His arms look strong and veiny, and you gulp because how you wish he didn’t look so good doing something so simple. “You look so cute and comfy anyway.” He adds, sending a teasing wink your way.

Your cheeks heat up, which doesn’t usually happen, but you’re finding yourself feeling shy and small in front of him. Your mouth opens to speak before Donghyuck walks again into the kitchen and interrupts you.

“I told him he could come.” He says, smirking at you in a teasing manner. Almost as if his true intention was to embarrass you, but why would he? It’s not like he knows about the dream you had. “We were in the same class and he was going to be bored after, so I thought it’d be a good idea.”

“No. It’s okay.” You repeat. “You could’ve told me, though.” You say almost inaudibly, wishing you could just wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze until he begs for forgiveness.

Excusing yourself, you walk to the living room to meet your other three friends, not without kicking Donghyuck in the process.

The first one to greet you is Doyoung, who opens his arms widely and hugs you, followed by Taeyong and Mark.

“Did you pick a movie already?” Taeyong asks, sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote to navigate through the app. You take a seat right next to him.

“Not really.”

“I was looking for something that looked interesting, but nothing gained my interest.” Mark speaks, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch and a pillow between his arms.

“So, russian roulette?” Doyoung asks from the loveseat at the side, eyes in your direction.

“Sounds good to me.”

Not long after, Donghyuck and Jungwoo join the three of you with all the snacks and drinks. You expect Hyuck to sit next to you, but he proves you wrong when he decides to sit next to Mark instead, which makes Jungwoo be the one to sandwich you between him and Taeyong.

You turn your head and look up at him, with a straw between his lips as he drinks. He looks back at you and smiles, and you weakly return the gesture, with your hands curling into the inner sleeves of your hoodie.

They decide to play a random movie that doesn’t look good judging by the thumbnail, and everything was quiet for the first twenty minutes, until it started getting way too lame and the guys couldn’t help but start making jokes about it.

You would chuckle along with them, sometimes getting lost whenever your eyes landed on Jungwoo’s side profile dimly illuminated by the tv screen. You wonder how someone can look like that and be real, with that perfect nose, those big lips and that jaw that seems to be chiseled by the gods. He also smells so good, and the warmth of his body is driving you nuts. What has gotten into you? Somehow you’re now hyper aware of every single detail in Jungwoo, and it’s making you feel things you’re surely not supposed to feel for a friend.

Jungwoo turns his head slightly, catching you in the act, and you just turn your head back to the front and pretend like nothing happened. Jungwoo’s lips curl upwards, amused by the way he’s been noticing your eyes on him many times already.

Suddenly, the two main characters start having a heated scene. Kissing, touching and undressing themselves. You press your thighs together and bite your lip, this can’t be happening, not right now that you’re apparently so needy.

“What the fuck? How come she’s now hooking up with that guy? After kidnapping her? He’s a criminal!” Donghyuck speaks loudly, mouth full of popcorn as he points at the screen.

“Come on, the dude knows how to get his way with her. Just a couple of words and he’s getting his dick wet.” Mark reasons.

“This movie makes no sense.” Adds Doyoung, throwing his head back and groaning.

You would’ve agreed if only you could be able to know the context, which you don’t, because you’ve been too busy trying not to panic for having Jungwoo so close to you, smelling so nice and having his shoulder brushing against yours.

The guys debate whether or not they should just stop watching the movie, but end up letting it finish instead so they can talk about how bad it is at the end more properly.

As soon as it ends, Donghyuck stands up and turns the lights on, stretching his limbs.

“That movie was so bad, dude.” Mark comments. “I lost two hours of my time I’m not getting back.”

“Not like you’re getting back the hours you spend playing League of Legends, anyway.” Doyoung says, standing up from his seat.

“What does that mean?” Mark asks, standing up as well.

“It absolutely does not mean you’re throwing away your youth, Mark.” Doyoung responds, walking into the kitchen.

“Hey, at least League of Legends is fun.” Donghyuck interjects. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” He adds, making his way upstairs.

“If it’s so fun, why are you always enraged and punching on the desk?” Taeyong asks, following Mark and Doyoung into the kitchen.

Jungwoo gets up and turns to look at you.

“You coming?” He asks, pulling a packet of strawberry gum out of his pocket and grabbing a piece, unwrapping it before sliding it past his lips. You gulp, forcing a smile.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

He smiles and turns around to join the rest, and so do you, cursing at yourself mentally for acting so obviously weird tonight.

You order takeout a bit later, all of you eating peacefully until your bellies threaten to explode. You stand up and get all the cups into the sink, Taeyong helping you by washing the dishes and Doyoung by throwing the trash out. Jungwoo, Donghyuck and Mark continue seated on the dining table, and you decide to sit there as well, barely listening to the so-called anecdotes your best friend is rambling about that you have heard about a million times.

You watch Jungwoo get another piece of strawberry gum into his mouth and you watch him carefully. As if everything was in slow motion, from the moment of it making contact with his lips, to the slow flexing of the muscles of his jaw. The sweet scent can be smelled subtly, and you really think he must be obsessed with chewing gum.

Your eyes are trained on him as he smiles at Hyuck’s story. His lips are glistening because he continues running his tongue over them and you wonder if they taste like strawberries too. If you kiss him, would the scent settle into your mouth? Would the taste linger on your tongue?

His lips, now that you pay close attention to them you notice how kissable they actually are. So thick, looking so smooth and inviting, you wonder how it’d feel to kiss him, is he a good kisser? Because just by the look of them you think you could kiss him for hours without getting tired. He probably knows how to use them, and you’d really, really enjoy biting o–

“Hey, y/n. Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

Donghyuck’s voice brings you back to earth, followed by the other guys chuckling. Jungwoo looks at you and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. Your cheeks burn in utter embarrassment at the realization of Hyuck catching you staring and even worse, exposing you. You snap your head towards him, both embarrassed and angry, not noticing the way Jungwoo clearly enjoys the fact that you’ve continued checking him out.

“The fuck are you talking about? I was zoning out.”

“Lies, you were staring at Jungwoo like a creep!” He says, standing up and pointing at you in accusation. “Just kiss him if you want to do it so badly.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes and pushes Haechan down by his shoulders, forcing him to sit back down.

“I wasn’t staring at him, you idiot. And what is that? Sounds like jealousy, is it because that time we kissed on a dare has been the only kiss you’ve gotten from me before me having to reject all of the others you’ve begged me to kiss you again?”

Donghyuck's mouth falls open, and everyone, especially Mark, tease him and laugh out loud.

“That was low.” He pouts, and you roll your eyes before standing up.

“Whatever. I’ll go to the bathroom.”

You can hear a loud smack when you exit the room, and although you can’t see where it came from, the next thing you hear is Donghyuck whining. “But she was staring at you!” You smile to yourself, knowing it was Jungwoo once again standing up for you.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. You’re still way too embarrassed and still have to deal with them and face Jungwoo for probably a few hours. Truthfully, the Hyuck and you kissing thing doesn’t really bother you, you could even admit it was a good kiss. You rejected him not wanting to ruin the friendship the two of you have shared for several years, and you wouldn’t have used the fact that he, indeed, tried many times for it to happen again against him if he hadn’t made you so embarrassed.

You open the door and find the menace with the name of Lee Donghyuck leaning against the doorframe, startling you. You roll your eyes and turn the light off before walking out.

“What are you doing here?” You ask nonchalantly, walking past him until he grabs your wrist and stops you. So you sigh, and turn around to face him.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you embarrassed. I was just playing.” He says, and his tone is enough for you to know he’s being sincere. You arch a brow at him.

“Why would you say something like that?”

“I just thought it’d be funny.” He shrugs. “Didn’t think I’d actually hit a nerve.”

“It wasn’t funny. And you did not hit a nerve.”

Hyuck releases the grip on your wrist and crosses his arms over his chest.

“For sure I did not. Why’d you get so angry then?”

“Because it was embarrassing.”

“Or because you actually want to kiss Jungwoo hyung?”

“Hyuck, I swear to god.” You groan. He chuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay. I was just joking, but if you actually want to kiss him, then that’s okay too. He’s handsome. No one would blame you for that. Have you seen how many girls are fawning over him?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not one of them.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Okay, whatever you say.” He lifts his arms in surrender. “Do you forgive me? You hurt my pride as well.”

He makes puppy eyes at you and you smile, nodding your head.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

He grins and wraps you in a tight hug that you instantly reciprocate, burying your face in his chest.

“Does this mean we can kiss again?”

You push him away and smack his chest, making him laugh loudly.

The two of you make your way downstairs again, ready to continue with your night.

It’s half past midnight now, Mark and Donghyuck are asleep on the floor, Doyoung sleeping on the loveseat and Taeyong had to leave because his mom needed him for something you’re not quite sure about.

After making amends with Hyuck, you played video games until your body was sore for playing too much just dance. You’re now cuddled against the armrest of the couch, with Jungwoo sitting on the other edge with his phone in hand. Your eyes are a bit heavy, not able to pay attention to whatever episode of a show is playing in the background. Your eyes travel to Jungwoo, who’s too focused scrolling through his social media and chewing on his beloved gum to notice. Something in your chest feels heavy, not knowing why you suddenly have the urge to scoot closer to him and lean against his shoulder.

You shake your head and sit up, thinking it must be the tiredness playing tricks on you because you don’t like Jungwoo that way. Clearing your throat, you stand up from the sofa and stretch your limbs, gaining his attention.

“I’ll go upstairs to look for some duvets so you can sleep more comfortably.”

He smiles.

“Need some help?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

Jungwoo stays silent, doe eyes looking at you while nodding. You smile back at him and make your way upstairs, trying your best not to make any sound so you won’t wake the guys up.

You open your closet and search for whatever is needed, placing the duvets on top of your bed as you look for some extra pillows.

Once you get everything, you go back downstairs and Jungwoo stands up as you cover the sleeping guys. Once you turn around, you’re met with him, who smiles down at you.

“I’m not that tired yet.” He admits.

“Oh, do you want to do something else?”

He tilts his head in thought.

“Like what?”

You think about it for a moment, proceeding to shrug.

“Want me to show you around? I think it’s the first time you’ve been here.”

“Sure.”

With that, the two of you walk upstairs, and you show him where everything is. He asks about the picture frames on your walls, about the paintings, praising your taste in decoration and making you slightly embarrassed. When you two make it to your bedroom, his eyes travel everywhere, like a curious kitten, like a kid who visits a new place.

“And this is my room. There’s nothing much to see here other than my old books and messy girly things.” You chuckle, leaning against the wall next to the door. He hums, eyeing your bookshelves.

He continues chewing on his gum, suddenly grinning as he grabs one of the books.

“Delta of Venus? Interesting choice.” He says, almost in amusement as he looks at the pages. You feel embarrassed instantly, heart racing and cheeks hot. He tucks his hand in his pocket and pulls a tissue out, discarding the chewing gum and throwing it on the bin next to your bed. Eyes still glued to the book in his hand.

Out of all the books, he had to find the erotic one.

You hurriedly walk towards him, snatching the book from his hands.

“I– Um it’s a good book.” You say, pressing it against your chest. Jungwoo looks down at you and smirks at your flustered state. “My mom had it in her storage and I got curious.” You continue, trying to excuse yourself. “It’s actually very graphic, but I mean, It’s–”

“Why so flustered? I’m not judging.” He says softly, and you chuckle nervously. “I think it’s nice.”

You nervously place the book back on your shelf.

“I mean, I thought you– I, I mean it’s embarrassing.”

“What is? The sexual content? Reading it?” He asks, finally leaning down to meet your gaze. “The fact that I discovered you like erotic novels?”

His sudden closeness makes you nervous, so nervous you try to step back but actually bump into the edge of the bookshelf, and he steps forward and cages you, not breaking eye contact once.

“I–” You stutter, feeling your throat tightening and your heart thumping. His strawberry scented breath is now fanning against your face. “I guess, um, the fact that you found out.”

Jungwoo chuckles.

“No need to feel embarrassed because of that.” He reassures, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s fascinating.” He says, lips forming yet another smirk. “Just like all the times I found you staring at my lips.”

Your soul almost leaves your body. Eyes opening wide.

“W–What?” You ask in panic. “Is it because of what Hyuck said? It wasn’t true, I–”

“I didn’t need him to say anything to notice.” He confesses. “You’ve been staring at me the whole night.”

You press your eyes shut, completely flustered by getting caught red-handed.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for? Come on, look at me.” You open your eyes and meet his. His teeth sink in his lower lip, almost as if trying to trigger you. “What is it that’s making you so curious, hm? The chewing gum habit?” He asks and you shake your head. He hums. “Then what is it, babe?” He continues teasing, and you never thought he’d be this kind of man, but you must admit, it’s freaking hot.

Your wisdom seems clouded, hypnotized by him being so close and taunting. As arousal pools in your underwear, your mouth blabbers on autopilot, because yeah, maybe you like him more than you imagined.

“I wonder what they taste like.” You admit. “How they feel.”

His gaze travels to your lips and back to your eyes, and once again, yours is glued to his pretty lips. “Is that so? Then Hyuck was right after all. Do you really want to kiss me?” He asks again, as his pointer finger runs along your jaw and your lower lip. You nod as he leans in, getting even closer if that’s possible, enough for his nose to brush against yours. “Maybe I want to kiss you, too. Why don’t you find out?”

At this point, you can’t handle it anymore. You’re craving for him so much you will go crazy if you don’t break this tension and do something about it, now.

So you curl your fingers in the fabric of his sweatshirt and pull him into a kiss. Electric shocks travel throughout your body at the feeling of his plump lips against yours, kissing you back right away. He lets out a small groan, as one of his hands sneak around your waist and presses your body into his, while the other one cups your jaw. His tongue meets yours soon and it makes you weak in the knees, clinging onto him.

Just like you imagined it would be, the strawberry taste on his tongue is deliriously strong and delicious, and it makes you wild, hungry for him as he takes a deep breath through his nose before he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers bury in his hair, devouring every inch of his lips as you start pushing him towards your bed.

Breaking the kiss briefly, you push him on his back against your mattress, straddling his body with both legs at the sides of his hips before diving back into his mouth.

His hands land on your waist, pressing you against the growing length inside his pants. He grunts against your mouth when you grind on him, losing all of your senses as you gently suck on his lips.

His tongue presses against yours and the temperature is rising mercilessly, not caring about the lack of oxygen and just having the urge to die in his mouth. You nibble on his pillowy lower lip, tug on it and make him groan before releasing it to go back to kiss him. Your hands cup his jaw and you’re nothing short of mesmerized by the way the muscles of his face flex under your touch, gently sliding downwards to touch his neck and shoulders. You continue nipping at his lip, tracing the reddened flesh with your tongue as small pants slip past his mouth at the action. It's addictive, so soft between your teeth, sweet, tasty. You could do this all day.

He’s such a great kisser, making your head spin and your stomach flip. It feels greater than whatever your dreams could’ve made you believe, and you just want more, and more.

With one particular roll of your hips, he parts from your mouth and lets out the most melodic moan you could’ve dreamed about. In one swift motion, he flips you to lay underneath him, grabbing your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to look at him and chuckling when you chase for his lips.

“So? Did my lips meet your expectations?” He asks with a smirk, your eyes glued to his now red and swollen mouth. “Are you satisfied now? Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head quickly, cupping his jaw with your hands. You sit up and kiss him again, lips moving slowly and sensually together.

“Not even close.” You say against his mouth. “I don’t think I’ll ever be. Your lips exceeded any possible expectation.”

You feel him smile into the kiss, as he gently pushes you down again.

“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.” He kisses your mouth again. “You’ll feel my lips all over your body.”

And that’s what he does. He kisses every inch of your skin, making it burn, and shiver. His lips are soft against you, he’s delicate and sensual, nipping, licking, just touching.

He kisses you again, and again, and again. He slowly starts undressing you, and you to undress him, throwing pieces of clothing across the room until you’re left bare under him and he’s just in his boxers with a painful, prominent erection. His hand is buried deep between your legs, and you arch your back and mewl against his mouth before he breaks the kiss and says: “Shh, keep quiet. We don’t want to wake the others up, do we?”

You shake your head as he continues his ministrations, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Slick sounds echoing all over the room, his gaze so dark and piercing staring at you that you’re about to climax just by the sight.

“Jungwoo.” You whimper. “Please, please close the door and touch me more.”

He smirks and pulls his hand away from you, walking towards the door and locking it securely. He turns around and you sit up to look at him as he approaches, and he brings his hand to his mouth to suck on his fingers coated with your juices. He releases them with a pop, and you bite your lip as he licks his own, sliding his digits under the waistband of his boxers before he pulls them down to be in all his naked glory in front of you. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his erection, standing proud and tantalizing to your eyes as arousal subtly leaks in small drops from his slit. You want to touch, make love, taste him. To know the way he feels in deep. His body was probably sculpted, it’s definitely something out of this world, ripped at every edge and making you salivate.

He climbs on the bed above you again, both hands at the sides of your head and lips brushing against yours.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He mutters against your mouth, and you nod. “I don’t think we can go back to how we were if we cross the line.”

You lace your hands behind his head and softly peck him again.

“We crossed the line the moment I started wanting to kiss you.” You whisper. “I don’t want to go back. I just want you.”

Jungwoo smiles before kissing you again, and gently lay you on your back.

He worships you in the most passionate way. He makes sure to let his hands roam and touch everywhere, caressing, squeezing, digging his fingers into your warm body while kissing you like both of your lives depend on it. He aligns himself and promptly slides inside of you, a broken moan erupting from you as your legs wrap around his waist.

He’s gentle, but firm and hot. His thrusts go deep, expert rolls of his hips reaching every perfect spot inside of you, making you numb, making you sweat, and set aflame.

Fingernails running down his back, low grunts, moans and whimpers raining all over these four walls accompanied by filthy sounds of skin against skin. Jungwoo takes his time with you, slowly getting to know your body and the way you react to every single one of his touches, learning what you like, what makes you shiver, what makes you clench so hard around him almost to the point of milking him dry.

He loves the sounds you make, the fucked out expression on your face and the beauty of the swellness on your lips. This is where he wanted to be, from so long ago without you noticing. He has dreamed of you many times, of you becoming his since the first time he saw you getting flustered by Donghyuck's pranks.

And you, of course, now realize how you’ve always had the biggest crush on him, not really believing he could ever be interested in you. Someone so kind, so well-mannered, fun to be around, smart. He’s nothing short of a prince.

He praises you, over and over again. He tells sweet things to your ear, treats you like porcelain, adores you to no end.

"That's it, love." He coos. "You're so good to me, baby."

So you touch him, and touch, and touch. You roam your hands all over him, you memorize the shape of his body, the heat that emanates from his skin. You drag your fingers across his abs, his collarbones, his biceps and the muscles of his back. You’re worshipping him as much as he worships you. But if you had to pick one part of him you love the most, you’d definitely pick his mouth.

He loses himself in the pleasure, in the urge of taking you to paradise. You get there soon, with the right touches, pinches, kisses. You come around him with chants of his name in between gasps, and Jungwoo is utterly hypnotized by you and the scene in front of him. He is gasping, so close to his own peak as his hand moves to intertwine your fingers together. Squeezing your hand as tightly as your cunt squeezes his girth, still thrusting into you, rocking his hips, he then stares at you and throws his head back momentarily to breathe, or try to, before letting his eyes go back to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, babe.” He says. “You’ve always been. And you're mine now, all for me.”

You open your eyes and look at him, moving your hand to run your finger over his lower lip. Your gaze is enough to push him to the edge, and he cums inside of you after twitching a few times. His thrusts go sloppy and slow until you’ve milked all of his scent. He collapses next to you, softening length sliding out as you try to catch your breaths, limbs still tangled, skins covered in sweat and the smell of his cologne now lingering on your body.

You turn your head and smile at him, watching as he keeps his eyes pressed shut. You can see the vein of his neck still protruding, his pulse erratic as drops of sweat travel down his temples. His sideburns drenched and stuck to his skin.

He turns his head and finally looks at you, his own smile forming on his lips. He looks ethereal, so beautiful with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He wraps his arm around you and brings you close to him.

“Did you mean it?” You ask before you can register, mind filled with insecurities speaking out loud.

“Mean what, love?”

“That I’m pretty?”

Jungwoo chuckles at your question, finding it adorable especially when your lips turn into a pout.

“Of course.” He responds, cupping your face. You smile at him.

“Even when I’m all messy wearing nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie?”

He laughs, but nods.

“Especially when you’re wearing nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie.” He responds, kissing your forehead. “The real you is the prettiest one.”

“Then, if you feel that way...” You speak again. “What does this make us?”

Jungwoo thinks for a moment quietly, as his thumb caresses your cheek. Then, he responds.

“I’m not sure, but I would like to take you out on a date, if you let me.” He smiles, biting his lower lip. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, especially with you. Though I don’t think I can be just friends anymore, your wish will be my command.”

You grin widely, propping on your elbow and cupping his face before you kiss him slowly and sensually.

He pulls back for a moment.

“Is that a yes?”

You chuckle, nodding.

“But I might become obsessed with kissing you. At all times, every day.”

Jungwoo laughs, pressing his lips on yours.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you start kissing again, lost in each other until you hear loud knocks on the door that force you to break apart.

“If you’re done fucking, can you please hand me my charger?” You hear Donghyuck from the other side. “I had to listen to both your sounds and Mark’s snores because my fucking phone is dead!”

Jungwoo and you burst into laughter. He stands up from your bed and gets back into his pants. You hurry and walk into the bathroom before Jungwoo grabs the charger. He turns his head and stops you.

“Hey, I wanted to clean you up! I’m supposed to do the aftercare.” He pouts, and you giggle. Walking towards him, you stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll take a shower, you can join me after giving him his charger.” You wink, and he bites his lip with a smirk.

“Gross! Give me my stupid charger!” Hyuck says again, hitting the door.

And you laugh as you get in the bathroom.

Donghyuck won’t let you live this down, but it’s totally worth it.

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Any tips on how to grow your own blog by chance?

Aah man I've written a response to this kind of question many times but I always delete it because I'm afraid of coming off as self centered or arrogant, but I definitely have some tips on what works and doesn't work (on tumblr.)

I will say that I never believed I would get to the "Big Fandom Artist" stage. I've seen people drop my name in conversations or descriptions and just assume other people know who I am and that's still incredibly wild to me. I never really pushed to get a big blog it really just happened.

But! I do have rules and personal guidelines that might help if you are thinking of actively building your blog!

1: Keep personal information and vent posts to a minimum

It should go without saying that its not a good thing for your personal information to be on the internet. Once its out there its near impossible to erase. This is for your own safety.

Vent posts give out more information than you might think, but also some people who are following you may be going through difficult times themselves. I go on the internet to get away from my stressors and problems and i've specifically catered my dashboard to reflect my desires. I have no doubt others are the same.

I've unfollowed mutuals because they vented too frequently. I enjoyed what they made! But it stressed me out to read their vent posts because I couldn't help. I realized it was taking a toll on my mental health and I made the tough decision to unfollow.

It is very tempting to vagueblog because its nice getting out all the angry feelings, but a blog with thousands of people following it is not the place to do it.

2: Shitpost vs Quality Foley

I could go into a massive essay on this alone (ive even written out an outline already) but i'll keep it as brief as I can.

Throughout my time on Tumblr I’ve seen a number of posts of artists complaining about the lack of notes on their serious work compared to the abundance of notes on their shitposts.

This is because Tumblr IS a place of shitposts. It's like squeezing a clown nose and expecting it not to honk.

However! It's more complicated than that and i've broken it up into four parts organized by importance.

A. Relevance/Meta: Is it something that people are already familiar with? Is it something that's currently going on?

People want to enjoy things they're already familiar with. For example, people getting into Hollow Knight are more likely to follow a blog that posts HK content regularly over a HK blog that posted a picture of Grimm once and then is full of original content. It's not that people don't like your original stuff, its just not what they're looking for.

If you like striking while the iron is hot, meta jokes are the way to go. Making references to games like Among Us during the height of its popularity for example would get you lots of notes.

B. Hilarity

Is it funny? Does it subvert expectations?

Shitposts will always be more popular than a well drawn post. People like to laugh and share things that laugh. A cool, well drawn post is more often than not met with a "hm, cool. scrolls down."

This is a polished comic I made 10 months ago. I'm very proud of it and i'm pleased with the amount of attention it got. It took me 2 days to finish.

This is a shitpost I made 3 years ago that I still haven't been able to top. It took me 30 minutes to make.

That's not to say a well drawn post can get popular! It's just that people enjoy a good laugh over something shiny. This is a factor of knowing your audience. Some things land better than others and you'll be better off if you just roll with what you get.

I will say tho I appreciate the people who reblog my oc posts 200x more than people who reblog my shitposts and fanart. Those are quality followers and you must cherish them.

C. Appeal

Is it cute? Is it fluffy? Is the design easy to understand? Does it make people emotional? Is it angsty? Is it relatable?

People like cute shit. People like things that make them hurt (albeit not too much). People like things that they can see themselves in.

D. Skill

There is some merit in being good at what you do. People do like funny things more than shiny things, but shiny things are cool too.

If you post things that are funny? You're normal horoscopes.

If you post things that are well drawn? (its really telling that I can't think of someone right off the top of my head)

If you post things that are funny AND well drawn? Well then you're iguanamouth

3: Know your boundaries.

There's a difference between being understanding/tagging things correctly and catering to people who want you to be someone else.

I know that many people get upset with others who gender the vessels in Hollow Knight. While it doesn't bother me, I can recognize the misgendering of vessels as a source of dysphoria and I tag accordingly.

If someone comes into my inbox and tells me to stop drawing a character because they're "problematic," I'm just going to block them and go about my day.

4: This is your blog, its your rules.

I'm apologetically myself on my blog. I post what I want and what inspires me. The reason why I have so many AUs is because its my blog and I like AUs. If a large portion of the fandom doesn't like my AUs, its their loss, I make great AUs.

In fact, its just a good mindset in general to have. If some people don't like what you make, its not your problem. It makes you happy and it makes hundreds of others happy then continue to do what you do. It's impossible to have a large following and not have someone who dislikes you purely out of spite.

Make stuff for yourself, not because you want numbers.

5: Don't feed the trolls.

If someone sends you hate, take a picture of it, share it with your friends, laugh, block the person, delete message, move on with your life.

It's really fun to feed the trolls, but feeding trolls attracts more trolls and soon its not fun anymore. Just laugh when you get your first anon hate, maybe frame it in your room, and don't even acknowledge them with a "fuck you."

6: Recognize your position.

This is more advice for when you do get a big blog. You get to a point when you realize you have a portion of your audience who value much more than a regular human being and are willing to take up arms for you.

Do. Not. Weaponize. Your audience.

It's incredibly shitty and can ruin peoples lives.

7: Post Frequency/Schedule

Now this is one I can't do. It's normal for me to become incredibly active for 2 weeks and then end up posting nothing for a month. I don't have the patience to build up a queue of new things.

However! If you have more discipline than me, posting daily or twice a week builds up anticipation for your next post. You're dependable and people have the chance to look forward to seeing something from you on their dash on Friday.

Thats all I can think of so far.

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crispychrissy · 3 years

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Connected - Part 4

Summary: Dr. Austin's theory is put to the test, and she shows Tony, Bucky, and Steve the woman behind the mystery. Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2976 Warnings: Angst, medical stuff, stretching the medical science behind the super soldier serum, discussion of Bucky's previous trauma & a mention of the horrible things the Nazi's did A/N: I apologize for the late posting, I fell asleep so hard last night I didn't have a chance to queue this, and then I was out all day (good 14 hours out and about) so I am just now able to post the new chapter since I'm home now. As I mentioned in a prior post, I no longer have a forever taglist, but I will still tag series specific people if they request. You can also follow this story & others on my Ao3 as well. The series was beta’d by the lovely @idjitmonkey and I hope you enjoy! Please send me an ask if you would like to be tagged in the series. :)

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Bucky made a quick call to Shuri who, after a thorough interrogation as to why he was asking, assured him his arm would not be affected by the magnets of an MRI machine. So now, Bucky was laying down on his back inside the machine and staring at the small glass covered camera embedded in the inside curve of the plastic above him.

“Stop staring at the camera, Barnes, you’re giving off some crazy resting murder face right now,” Tony’s staticky voice came through the pair of disposable earbuds he was wearing to protect his hearing from the noise of the scan. “Might sell these scans to Ripley’s Believe It or Not. You actually do have something going on in that head of yours.”

“As much as I know you want to answer, Sergeant Barnes, please do not speak or move,” Dr. Austin’s voice came through after what sounded like a small scuffle for the microphone.

Bucky blinked several times in an unnatural yet controlled fashion, and when he heard Steve’s laughter coming through the earbuds, he had to fight the urge to smile, knowing Steve got the message he blinked out in Morse code.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U T-O-N-Y

The scan was over almost a half an hour later, and Bucky couldn’t hide his exhale of relief once the table began to slide out of the massive scanner. Confined spaces still made his skin crawl and flash back to the cryo tube he was kept in, but the MRI was surprisingly open in design and not like the ones he usually remembered seeing in hospitals. When he brought it up to Dr. Austin on their way back to her office, she smiled at him and explained most of the soldiers they treat have PTSD and claustrophobia, so an open MRI design was necessary for the comfort of the patients she treats.

It made sense, and when they entered her office and Bucky’s stomach growled for the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes, she tossed him the orange he’d been eyeing earlier before taking a seat at her desk and flipping open her laptop.

“Normally we have to wait for the images to be reviewed by a radiologist, but I’m well versed in how to read brain scans,” Dr. Austin explained, clicking a few times before leaning forward to study the screen. “Oh, wow.”

“What?” Bucky asked, using his teeth to bite a chunk of the orange’s peel off since his right hand didn't have nails long enough, and his left didn’t have nails at all. Once he could see the flesh of the orange underneath, he slid his flesh finger under the remaining peel and began to remove it in large pieces, trying to avoid getting sticky juice on his metal hand.

Dr. Austin spun her laptop around to show Bucky the image on her screen. It was a scan of his head, he could tell that, but the mess of swirling bright colors on the inside where his brain was made his eyes hurt. There were bright greens and blues swirled with more vibrant reds and pinks dancing around inside the image. “This is your brain.”

“Looks more like those posters… the ‘this is your brain on drugs’ pictures if they were made in the sixties, Doc,” Tony said. “I’m guessing it’s not supposed to look like that?”

“No. There’s so much brain activity that it’s likely what’s been burning through your energy and why you’ve been hungry all the time,” Dr. Austin explained. “Any type of brain activity, including emotions and problem solving, requires energy, whether it’s planning a complex strategy of attack for a mission or a simple math problem or crying at a sad part in a movie. Overworking the mind usually leads to tiredness, which leads to sleep, naturally refreshing those energy reserves. Most humans don’t expend enough energy, even when the brain is very active, to require major replenishment. Take Mr. Stark for example.”

Tony looked up and raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“Yes, you’re a very intelligent man, and I’m guessing that when you’re elbow deep in your inventions or developing something, you don’t sleep and will go days without rest… so you find you get somewhat hungry at random times, right?” Dr. Austin asked.

“Well, yeah, I usually keep snacks around the lab that I nibble on so I don’t have to leave to make an actual meal. It ruins the momentum,” Tony said, confusion in his voice. “Pep’s found me passed out over the kitchen counter halfway through making a sandwich.

“Your body shut down and went to sleep before you were even able to replenish that energy via food since sleep is more efficient. So, that is a normal human mind.” Tony opened his mouth to protest, when Dr. Austin rolled her eyes and switched analogies. “Fine, that’s a standard engine, if you will, that can easily be refueled by a small energy source for a limited amount of time before it needs to be shut down and rebooted,” Dr. Austin said, slowly twirling her right pointer finger in a circle.

“Alright, I’m following you so far.” Tony’s head was slightly moving along with the circular rotation of her finger.

“Now, in the case of our super soldiers here, imagine that engine, but amplified almost five hundred percent,” Dr. Austin began to rotate her finger faster and faster until it was a blur of movement. “The need for sleep is suppressed by the serum, since alertness is crucial in combat, so that reboot requirement is easier to put off. In order to keep this kind of engine going at the same speed and level of activity for prolonged periods, it would burn through a small snack, or a small source of energy, too quickly and would signal the driver of the car, if you will, that it needed more.”

“So you’re saying that something is making Bucky’s brain so active, and he’s burning through so much energy, that it’s manifesting as hunger to make sure he keeps up with what’s being expended?” Steve asked, his mouth slightly open in shock. “I mean, I always remember being hungry after mission strategy and planning meetings, but I just assumed it was because I was bored or had skipped a meal.”

Dr. Austin shook her head. “Nope. You were using your brain in overdrive, doing quick calculations and mission scenarios in your head to find the best possible plan of action, much faster than any normal human brain would be able to calculate. It makes you an excellent strategist, but that kind of brain power burns a lot of energy.”

Bucky snorted in disbelief and leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “It makes sense. I was a good sniper when I was first in the Army during the war, but after Zola… after he injected me with that bastardized version of the serum… I could calculate trajectory angles and wind velocities and distances in my head in seconds, didn’t have to write them out to do the calculations. Didn’t even need a spotter anymore.”

Dr. Austin nodded. “Exactly. The serum allowed you extra mental acuity at the expense of more energy consumption.”

“But that doesn’t explain why Bucky’s brain is lit up like a psychedelic Christmas tree,” Tony said, gesturing to the laptop image. “Barnes obviously isn’t doing any kind of advanced calculus in his head right now.” Tony looked at Bucky. “You’re not right?” Bucky shook his head and Tony continued, “so why is his brain so active?”

“And that leads me to my theory about Y/N,” Dr. Austin said, standing up from her chair. “Follow me, gentlemen. And Sergeant Barnes,” he looked over and raised a brow as he trailed after her into the hallway, “please let me know if you feel any increased feelings of hunger or exhaustion. The effects might come on quickly, so please let me know if, or when, you feel anything.”

Bucky nodded, and looked over to where Steve was walking to his right. Thanks to their childhood friendship, Steve could always see anxiety and nervousness in Bucky even when he tried to hide it, like when he saw Bucky off the morning he shipped off to Europe. Bucky kept his face stoic, but when Steve hugged him goodbye, Bucky was practically trembling under the Army-hardened mask he had worn then.

Steve reached over and clasped a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving him a squeeze of reassurance.

The doctor led them down several hallways, until they reached another wing of the military hospital which held secure patient rooms that could be locked down if necessary, whether due to outbursts of violence due to psychological issues from recovering soldiers or to hold prisoners who had been injured and needed medical intervention. Dr. Austin stopped in front of a room at the end of the hallway and gestured to the one-way mirror in front of her.

“Gentlemen, meet Y/N Y/L/N.”

The three men stepped closer and looked into the room, all eyes frozen on the figure sitting upright in the hospital bed. Y/N had shoved herself in the farthest possible corner of the bed, her knees tucked under her chin and arms wrapped around her legs. The photo in her file, and even the video of her they’d seen looked nothing like the woman before them. She looked almost emaciated, her skin a sickly pale that was almost translucent, and her stringy grease matted hair twitched slightly as her body trembled.

“Jesus,” Steve breathed. “She… she looks like those prisoners… the ones—”

Bucky swallowed and nodded. “From Natzweiler, yeah, I remember.” Bucky took a deep breath, fighting against the telltale tingle in his mind of a long since forgotten memory beginning to rise up like a wave. “Doc… is she eating?”

“She was when she first got here, but only if the food was left for her after she passed out from exhaustion,” Dr. Austin explained. “Now, ever since things have escalated, she rips out her IV’s, pulls out NG tubes, and refuses any food we bring her. I’m not going to sedate her just because it’ll make it easier to feed her, we haven’t reached that level of intervention yet, but we’re getting close. She told one of our staff yesterday, in Russian, that she was not going to eat any of our poisoned food, that she wasn’t some kind of lab experiment and that we were animals for not just shooting her in the head to get it over with.”

All of the air in Bucky’s lungs came out in one hard breath like he’d been punched in the chest, and he had to brace himself against the windowsill to keep his knees from buckling. “Fuck.”

“Bucky?” Steve gasped at Bucky’s sudden weakness, grabbing onto his friend’s arm and placing a gentle hand on his back. ”What? Are you feeling the stuff Dr. Austin mentioned?”

Bucky grit his teeth and closed his eyes at the onslaught of memory fragments bombarding him. “No, I’m… I don’t know, maybe? I just… she’s…” Bucky’s thoughts were so jumbled he could barely form a coherent sentence, even in his head. He made a choked off noise that sounded more like a sob before he lifted his head to look at Y/N. “She’s reliving my captivity with Hydra. This… this was after I was transferred from the facility the Russians held me in after they found me to the one where Zola did his experiments. They were, umm, they were testing the limits of the serum, trying to figure out what I could survive.”

Steve’s face dropped and he took a sharp breath in. Bucky’s captivity and torture was not something he talked about often outside his therapy sessions. Steve only knew a handful of stories, ones that had come directly from Bucky’s mouth, and even then they were very hard stories for him to tell—lots of starting and stopping, frequent breaks, and plenty of tears. But here, with two extra people with him, and one being a stranger?

“Buck, you don’t have to talk about it,” Steve whispered.

“No, I need… she said exactly what I said to the guards who brought me food one day.” Bucky swallowed hard, flexing his fingers against the painted metal of the windowsill, the cold against his flesh hand grounding him. “They were testing different poisons and how the serum would fight it off… arsenic, ricin, even different kinds of snake and spider venom. I had seizures, strokes, and my heart stopped so many times I lost count.”

“Fucking hell,” Tony murmured, leaning against the wall behind them, his face a few shades paler than it was ten minutes ago. “Y/N is reliving your memories, reliving your life.”

“We need to find a way to pull her out of this,” Bucky said, straightening up with determination even though his bones felt like liquid and his mind was full of numbing static. If Y/N was reliving his life, even if it didn’t seem like the moments were in order, he knew it was only a matter of time until she would experience how the Winter Soldier was born, how he was forged, and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

Dr. Austin nodded and looked back at her patient through the glass. “If my theory is correct, which I believe it is based on your shared memories and brain scans, Y/N’s mind has somehow melded with yours. And your memories, powered by your mind’s energy, have somehow taken over hers, suppressing her personality completely. I don’t know if it was some kind of dormant mutant ability that was activated by the trauma of her captivity and torture, or something else… but there is obviously some kind of link between the two of you that we don’t have the technology to test for and verify. You’re essentially feeding her your memories, which is why your brain is lit up like that and why you’re expending so much energy.”

“It’s like she’s stuck inside one of Stark’s virtual reality headsets and can’t take it off, experiencing everything I went through while my brain keeps playing her different…” Bucky trailed off and his eyes widened before his head snapped to look at Y/N through the glass.

In a flash of movement, Bucky grabbed Dr. Austin’s ID badge from where it was clipped onto her white coat and darted for the door to Y/N’s room, scanning the badge so the door opened with a green light and soft click. Bucky, ignoring the shouts of his name and hands trying to grab at him to pull him back, opened the door and shut it firmly behind him, engaging the door’s auto-lock safety feature that he knows secure wings of hospitals have. The group outside would need to find another ID badge to get in, which would buy him some time.

Y/N’s wide and terrified eyes settled on him, and she tilted her head in an almost confused dog-like fashion, her eyes softening with an air of familiarity. Bucky could feel the hunger gnawing at his stomach turn into sharp cramps that almost made him double over, and there was a soft circle of darkness starting to creep in around his vision.

Bucky took three large steps forward, and even though she flinched away at his sudden movement, Y/N didn’t scramble away to try and avoid his hands as he lifted them. Her weary bloodshot eyes were full of unshed tears, and the closer Bucky’s hands got to her face, the more she began to tremble.

“You’re safe,” he whispered to her in Russian, before repeating the same sentiment in English.

The moment his fingers, both flesh and metal, touched the skin on either side of her face, it felt like he was on the wrong side of an attack from Thor’s hammer. Whatever weakness and hunger he’d been feeling was burned out of his body at the sheer shock cascading through his entire being. It didn’t hurt, but it was bordering on wildly uncomfortable, and Bucky was afraid he’d never be able to let go, his hands stuck to Y/N like a magnet.

There was something different passing between them, more than what touch alone could provide. Trying to understand everything that was happening was overwhelming, but when Bucky focused, he could almost feel Y/N inside his mind, like another whisper of a presence, a ghost in his consciousness. When he reached out in his head for her where he’d felt the ghost of her presence, he was assaulted with bursts of memories he knew were not his own, images of unfamiliar people, places, and things flashing in his mind like photographs. Bucky's curiosity was almost childlike, awestruck and trying to understand what his brain was comprehending, sorting through what Y/N was showing him.

The more information Bucky absorbed, the darker each memory became until it felt like he was wading through molasses, each image being harder and harder to move past. A hoarse whisper of “No” echoed in his mind, and Bucky couldn’t tell if it was his own voice or Y/N’s.

A solid arm wrapped around Bucky’s middle, one much more firm than human flesh would be, and pulled him backward until his hands dropped from Y/N’s face, breaking whatever connection had refused to release him when he’d touched her. Reality came rushing back, and the room and people around him flashed into existence, the change in environment and sound disorienting him and leaving him panting for breath, his knees wobbling.

“She…” Bucky looked over at Y/N, who was just as distressed, and watched her collapse onto the bed, unconscious, before his vision blacked out and darkness took him as well.

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readyplayerhobi · 4 years

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Flower | 29

; Hoseok x Reader

;Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Warnings: Discussions of periods and contraception

; Word Count: 4.6k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: I know it’s taking a long time for me to update this but I hope you enjoy it :D Please reblog if you do and let me know what you think my commenting on this or sending me an ask!

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“Hey, meeps,” You hear Hoseok’s voice calling to you from the end of the aisle, his new nickname for you now gaining its own nickname as well. “If sunflower oil is made from sunflowers, and coconut oil is made from coconuts...then baby oil…”

He trails off, raising his eyebrows and giving you a scandalous look as he holds up a bottle of baby oil. For a moment, you just stare at him blankly before sighing and rolling your eyes in amusement. Taking the bottle from him, you place it back down onto the shelf before linking your arm through his.

Thankfully, he lets you direct him back to the little section they have in this makeup and skincare store that’s fully dedicated to Korean beauty. This is one of those strange stores where they have tons of products that are basically on sale yet also have branded stuff alongside it. Not that you cared though; it had the Korean brands you swore by for your skin and you were more than tempted to try out the Japanese beauty stand next to it.

For someone who isn’t particularly bothered about the whole concept of skincare, though you had managed to convince him to at least improve his routine, Hoseok was being a pretty good boyfriend right now. He hadn’t complained about the half an hour you’d spent perusing the makeup to find new stuff to put into your collection and he still wasn’t complaining as you filled your basket with face masks.

If anything, he’d managed to entertain himself quite well.

But you think he was being good purely because you’d gone with him to a concert last night. It had been for one of his favourite bands, Metallica, and he’d ended up with a spare ticket as Jungkook had ended up ill with food poisoning. He had been about to go on his own, but you hadn’t liked the thought of him being lonely so you’d gone with him.

You’d recognised some of the songs they’d played from whenever Hoseok played them in the car or the house but it hadn’t been your scene. Still, it had been fun enough and you’d more than enjoyed seeing Hoseok happy as he’d rocked out to his beloved band.

It did mean that you were exceptionally tired today though as the two of you hadn’t gotten home from the stadium they’d performed in until after 2 am. That had been the closest performance apparently and you’d been shattered, sleeping until well after 11 am. Hoseok had promised you a day of relaxation, which you’d jumped on by asking him to do a full Korean skincare routine with you tonight.

He’d agreed, and you’d eagerly dragged him out to this store to replenish your supplies. The makeup was just because it was there and you couldn’t resist it. Already you were coming up with ideas for looks in your head that you could create and then put onto your Instagram. Moving places had meant that you hadn’t done many looks lately and you were eager to change that.

Especially now that you had a yard to take nice photos in. Hoseok and you had both been working hard on the weekends and evenings to transform the yard from the overgrown mess it had been into something nice. Nothing too amazing or expensive as it wasn’t your own house but nice enough that it made from some pretty aesthetic photos.

Placing a final bottle of moisturiser in your basket, you smile at Hoseok and hold it up proudly. He just looks at you in amusement for a second before smiling back.

“All done! We can go to pay now.” While you pay for all your new stuff, he goes and waits outside for you. Which you discover means he intently window shops at the video game store, getting that look on his face when he wants to do something.

Feeling that your bladder is a little too full right now, you glance over to where the public restrooms are and move over to Hoseok. “You can go in if you want, I’m going to the restroom so I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He takes your bag for you like the gentleman he is before disappearing inside, immediately making a beeline for the Playstation 4 section. You have a feeling he might be about to drop some money given how interested he’d been in some of the new games that have been released in the last few months.

Any thoughts of games are wiped from your mind very quickly though when you’re on the toilet. The sight of red staining your underwear has your eyes widening in horror as you realise that your period has decided to make an early appearance. For a moment you simply stare, brow creasing before you reach for your bag and grab your phone.

The period app you use says that you shouldn’t have started for another four days and you curse your body for doing whatever it likes. Scowling at the stain, you attempt to clean it before sighing in defeat, acknowledging that at least you were wearing black jeans today.

Another rummage in your bag causes you to find another problem, this one sending ice water running through your veins. Grabbing it and placing it onto your knees, you visually scan through every space and almost pull out the entire contents before letting out a small sound of despair.

You had no tampons.

Cursing to yourself quietly, you finish up and make do with an almost ridiculously large amount of toilet paper. Rushing out, you wash your hands before moving over to the machine that always had condoms, sanitary pads and tampons.

Only to see the ‘sold out’ sign on both the buttons you need. Groaning quietly, you do a little dance of frustration as you realise there are not even any other women in the restroom for you to ask. Not that you would. As if your social anxiety would allow for that!

So instead you have to slink outside and into the game shop, lip jutting out in a slight pout as you become hyper-aware of yourself. Can other people smell the blood? What if you leak through all the toilet paper and it does somehow show through your jeans?! What if you leak through onto a chair!

Hoseok wanted to get something to eat after this and you were dreading having to sit there for ages. Playing with your fingers nervously, you move over to where he’s crouched in front of the PS4 stand. He already has two game cases in his hand and is reading the back of another one, your bag of goodies on the floor between his feet.

Glancing up at you, he grins brightly before showing the cover of one of the cases he’s got.

“Look! The Spider-Man game is on sale! You want to play this, right?” Absentmindedly, you nod. The back of your mind takes in the fact that he’s also got Divinity: Original Sin 2 in his ‘buy’ hand and the other case he’s considering is the Doom remake. You wish that you could let him browse more but the drug store wasn’t close by and you didn’t want to just abandon him suddenly.

Still, the thought of what was going on down below was overwhelming and you found yourself shaking his shoulder slightly.

“Hey, are you done? Can we go?” Reaching down, you take your bag back and stand back as he rises, the crease between his brows letting you know he’s a little confused as to why you’re suddenly rushing him. He knows full well that there’s nothing important you need to do.

Still, though, he doesn’t question it and instead nods slowly. While he goes and pays for the games he’s buying, you go to wait by the entrance. Wrapping your arms around your waist, you realise that the low ache in your back that you’d had for a day or so was one of those early symptoms you got of your period.

Only you hadn’t thought anything about it. Not when you’d spent a few hours last night stood up. You’d just thought it was because you’d done a lot of work in the yard combined with the concert. Apparently not.

You’re pretty much already walking in the direction of the drug store by the time Hoseok comes out, causing him to have to jog to catch up with you. All you can think about is whether or not walking faster or slower would make things worse.

“Woah, hey, where are we going?” Hoseok asks, matching his speed to yours. You’re just thankful that there are not too many people out shopping today because it would only increase your stress levels if there was a big queue that you had to wait in or something.

“Just, to this store.” Admittedly, you’re not being very open and honest right now. But you’re embarrassed. Hoseok is fully aware of your periods and that they’re very much a thing that happens. They’d become a little more irregular recently as you’d had a copper IUD put in around a month before moving in with him.

Nothing drastic or anything, but then again they were also sometimes longer and a little heavier than you were used to when you were on the pill. It wasn’t exactly something you enjoyed talking about with anyone though; Soyeon and Chungha were pretty open about this kind of stuff but you had always mostly stayed quiet whenever they talked about it.

Which was silly. They were women who fully understood what you were going through and Hoseok understood that it was a monthly event. So it wasn’t like he’d be shocked to find out or anything. If anything, you’d probably done a bit of a bad job in explaining some things to him as you’d always got too shy whenever he’d asked things.

That was bad, you were well aware. But you’d only really got comfortable talking about sexual things with him. You knew that there were guys who thought it was gross that women bled for a week or so. Hoseok had never made those kinds of comments, but still. You were a work in progress.

“We’ve already been in here, why are you dragging me like Jason Voorhees is running after us with a knife?” He whines when you enter the store. You’re not surprised he’s confused because he’s right, you had come in here earlier and picked up what you needed. Still, though, he follows close by.

“I thought we didn’t need anything else.” Comes from him next, his lip pouting and you get the sense that he wanted to spend more time in the game store. A rush of guilt and shame washes over you, causing you to grip his hand even tighter as you shuffle awkwardly in place for a moment.

Finally in the store though, you realise just how silly you’re being with him. It’s not like he’s going to get outraged or upset. And you’re sure he’d have been much more willing to come along if he hadn’t been dragged along half the street with no idea what was happening.

Leaning into him, you cough slightly before swallowing as you feel yourself go hot with anxiety.

“My period started.” You whisper, keeping the words quiet enough so that he can hear them without having anyone else overhear. Though the rational part of your mind knew that you shouldn’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thought. It was a natural, bodily function and all that.

Your mind has never quite done things rationally though.

Hoseok has heard you though, you can tell by the way his head tilts to the side ever so slightly. But his expression is blank for a moment before his brow creases in obvious confusion, lips pursing as he contemplates what you’ve just told him.

“Okay...so why are we here?” Annnnd there it is. That famed male obliviousness to female problems. You couldn’t get annoyed at him though, not when he was good with you on everything else. He was cute.

“It’s early? And I have nothing to use. So I need to buy some.” His face changes immediately when he understands finally, mouth curving into an ‘o’ shape as he lets out a noise of recognition. It then contorts into worry for you, his eyes glancing down to your crotch area with wide eyes.

“Wait, so that means you’re...just…” He creates a rushing gesture with his hands, imitating a waterfall as he makes a ‘whoosh’ noise with his mouth. It’s a little too loud for your liking and you hiss at him, poking at his stomach before quickly pulling him over to the menstrual health aisle.

“I’ve used some toilet paper but it probably won’t last. It’s come on pretty hard and fast today. Please don’t laugh.” You beg him and his face sobers immediately, eyes darting over your own as he takes in your distressed appearance. Licking at his lips, he inhales deeply before nodding.

“Okay, you use tampons, right? So like...which ones? You never keep the box.” Automatically he starts to look over all the boxes of tampons; staring at the brands, types and absorption levels like he’s reading signs in Mandarin or something. It makes you want to laugh, despite the situation.

You appreciate his eagerness to help though, even when he points at random boxes with absolutely zero knowledge of what it was.

“What’s the difference in the brands? Is there a difference? Or is it like...when you buy those store brand biscuits and realise they taste the same as the branded biscuits only to find out that they’re made in the same factory and just relabelled?” That makes you snort with amusement, particularly as he’s now holding up a box of Tampax and a store brand to try and see the difference.

He’s not finished yet though, and even though you still feel the urgency to just grab some and run, you can’t help but let him entertain you. Because that’s what he’s doing. You’re not oblivious, you’ve realised over time that if you’re feeling anxious or uncomfortable or shy, Hoseok will often use humour to distract you away from your negativity.

It’s nice, which is why you let him carry on for a minute or so more.

“What are the drops for? And what’s the difference between regular and super? I mean, I think you’re pretty super but is this like...super big or something? Wait, is this plastic?! How does it absorb blood if it’s plastic?” Rolling your eyes at him, you bite your lip to stop the laughter that wants to escape before reaching past him to grab the box you usually buy.

Lifting it, you decide for a quick crash course in tampons. As your boyfriend, you never know when you might need him to run out to the store for some and the last thing you need is him bringing the entirely wrong type back.

“I use Tampax, purely cos it’s just the brand I’ve always used and I’m familiar with it. Super and regular are like the absorption so you’d use a super for the first few days when a period is heaviest. Hence why I’m getting these. The drops are the absorption rating too basically and it’s not plastic, that’s just the applicator that makes it easier to insert.” You say it all pretty quickly, but quietly enough that only he hears.

Not that there’s any need, the store is loud enough that your conversation can’t be overheard and on top of that, there’s no one in this aisle anyway. But Hoseok nods thoughtfully, scanning the front of the box carefully.

“When we get home, I think I need a crash course in periods because I’m feeling pretty useless and dumb right now.” Laughing, you lean up to kiss his cheek quickly before heading in the direction of the cashiers.

“We can do that for you. It’s better to be educated after all. This is where I find out that you have this bizarre knowledge that is unbelievably wrong and I cringe.” Hoseok doesn’t answer back to that, causing you to look back and chuckle at his meek shrug and wince.

“What can I say? I’ve never had a girlfriend long enough to learn and education in high school was terrible. I’m not even gonna try to defend myself.” Humming lightly, you grin at him as you pay before heading out of the store. Looking in the direction of the toilets, you twist your lips as you consider your options.

“You want to eat at that place, right?” You ask, nodding your head towards the Japanese place that was down the opposite end of the street. Hoseok looks that way and nods, confirming his desire to you. Already you can feel your stomach rumble as you imagine the delicious food.

“Okay, we’ll just go there and I’ll go straight to the restroom in there. Come on.” Reaching you, you take his hand and smile up at him, your walk not so hurried now compared to before. Not that you aren’t completely aware of the fact that you’re free bleeding from your vagina right now, but walking faster might just aggravate it more.

You had what you needed, so now you could relax a little more.

“Why are there so many steps in this? Don’t you get bored?” Hoseok mumbles, his words a little slurred due to the fact you’re rubbing serum into his cheeks. He’s already been here for ages in the bathroom as you’d used a cleanser to clean his face before exfoliating and then using toner on some cotton pads.

You could tell that he was amused by the whole situation, even though he’d seen you do this many times before. But it was different experiencing it for himself you supposed. Still, he looked so adorable and you cooed to him, squishing his cheeks even more in amusement.

“No. It’s relaxing. You’re supposed to relax.” That makes him scowl, the expression not nearly as intense as he was going for given you’ve got his lips in the cutest pout. Still, you’re finished with that part so you let him go, laughing as he runs his fingers over his skin.

“I’m not relaxed. More...manhandled.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes as you get to work rubbing the serum you need into your skin, focusing on your eyes. The dark circles beneath them were far too...well dark for your liking.

“Okay, how’s your skin lately? Dry? Oily?” Frowning at you, he twists his lips as he considers your question. He’s been taking better care of his skin than he had been before dating you, but you knew that he still didn’t care that much. Surprisingly though, he has an answer for you.

“Dry?” Nodding to yourself, you reach through your box of face masks and pull out a moisturising one. Handing it over to him, you take your own and rip it open, pulling out the mask and carefully putting it on. Hoseok watches you intently before opening up his mask, his face immediately twisting into a cringe.

“Ewwww, oh my god. Why is it so slimy?!” He whines, holding it over the sink like it’s some monster that might kill him. With the mask on your face, you can’t laugh properly like you want to.

“Stop being a baby and put it on.” With a little more whining, he does so, lining it up and putting it onto his face. What follows is then complaints that it’s also cold and feels weird, causing you to roll your eyes at him once more as you help to smooth out any creases in it.

“Right, we’ve got to keep this on for twenty minutes so let’s go watch some Netflix,” Looking over him, you take in how he still manages to look handsome even with a white sheet mask on. “It’s not fair that you always look so good. Honestly.”

Hoseok just shrugs before licking his lips, his reaction immediate as he registers the foul taste. “Oh fuck me, what the fuck. This tastes fucking vile!”

“...you’re not meant to eat it, babe, they don’t make it for the taste.” He washes his hands in the sink to get rid of the remaining residue before following you out to the couch in the living room, Netflix still paused on the large television screen. Kasumi is curled up on her cat tree, fluffy body small as she sleeps quietly.

For around ten minutes, neither of you speak as you continue to watch Warrior Nun. It’s surprisingly got both your attention hooked, so you’re a little surprised when Hoseok suddenly speaks up and distracts you.

“Hey...I know this is a weird time to talk about this but after your whole period thing today it reminded me. So, I’ve been thinking lately. You definitely don’t want kids...right?” He looks at you and you get the impression he would raise his brow if he could. When you nod in response, he blows out a breath slowly.

“Okay...how would you feel if I said I wanted to get a vasectomy? I mean, I know you’ve said you don’t want kids but there’s always a chance that you might and a vasectomy is pretty final. Despite what people say.” Now it’s your for your expression to be mostly hidden by your face mask, your eyes widening until your eyelashes are uncomfortably touching the edges of the holes.

“You want that? I thought guys normally got all weirded out at that prospect. And I don’t want kids, ever. Full stop. Are you sure?” Of all the things you were going to be discussing tonight, you did not expect it to be this. It’s almost amusing that Hoseok has decided right now is the time for something so serious, when you both look so silly.

“I do. I just...I don’t want to risk a pregnancy and I know you’re scared of that too. Also, it’d put less stress on you, I know most birth control is usually aimed at women except for condoms and it’s a lot easier for me to get a vasectomy than for you to get anything done.” That makes you snort in acknowledgement, shifting on the couch until you pull your leg up and wrap your arms around it.

“Yeah, because god forbid a woman not want to fulfil her natural duty and pop out a kid, right?”

“I’ve been looking into it, I’m pretty sure I could get one. If not, I’ll just talk the doctor’s ear off until they let me. Because it’s gonna happen. It’s way easier and less stressful than anything you have to do.” His dual concern for not wanting to cause an accidental pregnancy that neither of you wanted along with not wanting the burden to fall too heavily on you warms you, causing you to reach out and grasp his hand tightly as you squeeze at it.

“Is it easy? Or quick?”

“Apparently. Some guys say it doesn’t hurt at all, others said it hurts. But...I’m pretty sure I want it. I just wanted to check with you that you’d be okay with the idea too. As I said, it’s final.” Hoseok smiles at you as best he can, causing you to shuffle a little closer to him. You’d like to rest your head against his shoulder but you’d just get it covered in face mask gunk.

“I mean, it’s your body. It doesn’t have anything to do with me.” Pointing this out to him, you look up and tilt your head, your statement almost a question.

It makes him sigh and focus on your hands, shifting them until he could interlink his fingers with your own. You let him do so, figuring he should probably be taking the lead in this conversation. It is about him after all.

“We’re in a relationship. A serious relationship and this decision would affect both of us. It’s cutting off the chance for biological kids, despite people saying you might be able to reverse it. I feel you should have a say too.” Nodding slowly, you hum lightly as you consider his words carefully.

“Well, if you want it then I’ll support you completely. I never want children so you don’t have to worry about that. It’s your decision, but I just want to make sure you think it over properly and do research, okay? Don’t go rushing into it.” That makes him snort in amusement.

“Meeps, if there’s one thing you should know by now; it’s that men do not take decisions regarding their dick and balls lightly. You can be damn sure I’m going to be 100% in my decision if I’m going to let someone come near my balls with a scalpel or somet.” The way he says this is so matter of fact that you can’t help but laugh, the sound not as big or bright as you’d like it to be given you still had your mask on.

“Man, I can’t believe I’m talking about someone knifing my balls while I’m sitting here looking like a dollar store Michael Myers.” Hoseok points at himself, his bemusement clearly obvious despite his poor Halloween costume and you giggle softly.

Reaching out, you run your fingers through his hair that’s currently being held back by a bandana and smile at him softly. “Come on, let’s go get these off and start looking human again.”

Hoseok follows you immediately, already peeling the face mask off and making casual comments about how the mask isn’t as slimy as it had once been. You take off your own and drop it into the small bin in the bathroom, making sure that he does the same.

“Okay, rub it in and pat it dry. Make sure you get the excess to go on your throat and stuff, it’s good for your skin there too.” Hoseok looks in the mirror, his face shining obscenely from the residue leftover and grimaces.

“Ew, this feels...gross,” One hand presses to his skin, rubbing it in and cringing. “Is this what it feels like when I cum on your face?”

The comment is so random that you pause for a moment, all thoughts disappearing as you comprehend what he’s just said. A glance at him makes you realise he’s being completely serious, his expression focused on rubbing his face as you’d told him. It’s moments like this that make you love him even more, the blasé comments he makes that are so funny and yet also x-rated.

“No...not really. That’s more...well it’s not all over, you know? And it’s thicker than this. And I don’t know why I’m explaining this to you. You know what your cum feels like.” A snort from him gives away his bemusement.

“Yeah, but I’ve never smeared it all over my face before.”

“Maybe you should. Experience it for yourself for once. It’s not all that good for you by the way, despite what people say. It has protein but it’s not enough to make it worthwhile or anything, so don’t think I’m going to be asking you for your special facials anytime soon.” Looking away from him, you grab the next item on your routine before looking at him with a smirk.

“Damn, there goes my plan to be self-sufficient. Could’ve made a whole organic spa thing out of it.”

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Requests (5/23/2021)

Hi lovelies! I’ve been getting so many requests & I’m working hard to get all of them in the queue. Thanks for sending them my way! I’m writing to let you know that the queue is now full until the end of June. I was able to get every requests from my May 8th post in there except for a few. Requests from May 8th for captions featuring Katy Perry, Jenna Fischer, Marisol Nichols, Addison Rae, Ariana Grande, Erin Kellyman, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Jhene Aiko, & Kirstin Maldonado will be posted in early July.

But there have been an absolute ton of requests since then too, yay! So I’m listing all the requests that I haven’t gotten to below. If you made a request but don’t see it below that might be for a few reasons. 1) I’ve written it already and it will be posted in June. 2) It’s one of the requests I posted on May 8th so I won’t talk about it here. 3) I considered it a demand not a request (for example, I received two that said “Anything with,” that wasn’t really a request just telling me to do it. Sorry if this bothers some of you but it is an issue with me so make sure you word your requests AS requests). Either way, thanks for the love, lovelies! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do one with either Kelley O’hara or Alex Morgan from the USWNT about a guy soccer player watching the US win the world cup and then want to be them or something like that?

I actually know who both those are (shockingly enough, I don’t really follow sports) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do lorengrey captions? She’s so hot

Sorry sweetie, don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Hi I just had an idea for a game you could do. It could be where someone has to say as a boy what they’re like physically in stages. So first stage is hair color for example, second stage could be height, third stage could be body type, etc. An example would be if I was a black hair, short height, thick body type, I would match up with someone like Nicki Minaj. Just an idea which you could extend on. Hopefully it makes sense. I appreciate you!

I actually have a game like this mapped out called “Build a Sissy” where you choose age, hair color, and bra size, but it would take a LOT of work to make so I haven’t written it yet. Maybe some day though. :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a Tori Kelly caption. Her hair and body are not typical but beautiful for a white girl. I say that last sentence respectfully. I think having a caption with her would be great

Sure thing! Tori Kelly is a cutie. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok I'm not sure if u'll know these 2 cuz even I had to look them up for the names but anne dudek and maitland ward theyre the 2 blonde sisters from white chicks not sure if uve seen it but if u can could u make a caption for them please?

I DO know who they are! I’ve been thinking about doing a White Chicks caps because there’s a lot of cute looks in that movie (especially for Busy Phillips who I just love) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could u do Yvette nicole brown from community? Id like to see some big girl love

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

I already know that this request is probably gonna be a No but I still have to ask whats the ruling on GCI enhanced celebrities like Taylor swift from Cats? Or is that too much like "Furry" stuff. Now I'm Feeling this will be a No for multiple reasons

So it is not an issue with CGI “enhanced” celebrities but for Cats it is because I do not have a Furry fetish and I get uncomfortable thinking about writing caps for it. But I write caps with “manips” all the time (photoshopped images of celebs) so I’m not ruling out CGI enhanced celebs all together.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one of Lindsey stirling? And for the story can it be a guy trying to learn Violin but he cant seem to focus he even tried hot female teachers but it didnt work then he gets a male teacher than he starts focusing and wanting to please the teacher he becomes a sissy sorry its a long request

Sounds fun, sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan and I think you’ve been doing amazing work. Is there anyway you could do a story about a guy who loses a bet to sorority girl and is forced to get his nails painted and turned into a girl? I love the idea of having a boys nails painted against his will. I’d love one with Selena Gomez but if you think another celeb would be better I leave that cumpletely to you.

Totally! This sounds fun. :D

Anonymous said:

Can you do thelma and Louise?

I’m assuming you mean Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon from Thelma & Louise so yes. Yes I can. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption from the movie bridesmaids? Like when theyre all trying on dressess or something?

I haven’t seen Bridesmaids (I know I know) but I can try something. :)

Anonymous said:

it would be super cool if you could do some more games! They’re my fav

Glad you like them! As long as I’m not on hiatus, games will be posted every second Saturday. I’ve already got two set for June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey huge fan of your recent work and super excited about new caps!! Do you think you could do one about a college guy who drops out in pursuit of being a stand up comedian, but the comedy club needs a female comic so they turn him into a girl? I was thinking maybe Nikki Glaser, she so funny and sexy. Thanks can’t wait to see all your new stuff!!

Oooo, Nikki Glaser is great. Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you make a caption about a guy who makes fun of curvy and thicc women, where the women get their revenge and turn the guy into Nia Jax?

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Hi Me again on the topic of the assembly line worker caption sequel if you do it i just an idea for the story like before depicting the sissies "first time" but you can have it be that the coworker doesnt know and is telling everyone about the chick he slept with last night and the sissy is just thinking "if only they knew"idk i thought it was good anyways thank u again

So this message is in reference to a sequel caption that was requested & that I did write and will be posted in June. I’m sharing it here to let the anon know that I wrote the cap BEFORE I got this second request so there will be a followup but the story will be different. I hope that’s ok.

Anonymous said:

Hi idk if u watch wrestling or not I see u have some captions of wwe womens wrestlers but im not sure have far ur knowledge of it is? Could u do a caption of Rhea Ripley if u know her?

I have never seen a single episode of WWE, I do not watch wrestling, and yet somehow every time someone requests a wrestler I know who she is. Don’t ask me how because I do not know. Anyways, yeah I can do a Rhea Ripley one. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption about a janitor for sissy co. That finds out the strange goings on at work and tries to blow the whistle on the whole operation but is caught and turned into a sissy maid for the sissy co. Corporate office abit specific I know but ive been thinking on that awhile however u do it will be perfect thanks

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Could you do katheryn Hahn from wandavision specifically the 80s look with the Big hair and aerobics outfit

Oooo, sounds nice. I’ll type that up for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan of your caps!! Do you think you could do a cap where a football player wants to go to the NFL but gets hurt, so they turn him into a female commentator, maybe Lauren Rutledge? If you don’t know her, she’s been a college football reporter for awhile and was also a former Miss Florida. Anyways I just think any guy would be lucky to be turned into her and I love your caps keep up the great work!!

Me: *googles Lauren Rutledge to see if it’s who I’m thinking of* How do I know who this is? Anyways, yes I can write this. :)

...for some reason there are no GIFs of her though so I’m just gonna move on.

Anonymous said:

Hi I'm the one that requested the LONG list of celebs I'm still really sorry about that I didnt realize how many it actually was till I looked back so I wanna retract some for your sake tell ya what if you havent done any already just do the ones that are specifically marked (as in the ones detailed by movie or show theyre in) the ones that are just names you can leave out i knoe its still alot but hopefully that takes some weight off of ya sorry again

You don’t have to be sorry! Like I said, in the future I’d ask that folks limit requests to no more than 3 celebs at a time but you didn’t know that. I’d never said that before. I typed up every celebrity and they’re going to be sprinkled in during June. Hope you like them! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello ^^ I love your work. Can u make a caption with the name "jules" and Ariana Grande please? Thank you

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hey, not really an ask, but something I needed to share

I'm the one that asked for the Stephanie Beatriz caption from a whole back, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. Each time you roll out a new caption is like a small thrill to me and I read them right as they're released.

Now this wouldn't be an ask if I wasn't asking something, right? Well, next month sees the release of the "In the Heights" movie, and there's an opportunity there to do a series of captions using stephanie Beatriz from that same movie.

In conclusion, I love your captions so much, you're amazing!

Awww, this is such a sweet message. Thank you! And YAAASSSSS! Ever since the first trailer for In the Heights dropped I was like, “I must write a caption with her in this!” So you can imagine how fun it’s been waiting this entire time. *eye twitches*. We’ll have to wait until the movie comes out for me to be sure I can find a good image but this IS a caption I want to write. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi I just recently came across your blog and fell in love with it!! The caption with the football player being turned into Bella Thorne is one of my favorites!! I’d love so much if you could do a sequel or something to that cap it was so amazing and I need to know what else happens to “her”. I’m not sure if this is possible or if you even do sequels but this cap was great and I look forward to all the others!!!

Glad you like it! I’m always looking for sequel captions to write on Throwback Thursday so you’ll get this for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey big fan! Do you think you could do a caption where a short guy gets made fun of by all his girl friends for how short he is? Ariana Grande is fairly short and I think a caption of her (of age of course) would be awesome

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Can you do one with the bella twins as two guys who fought over the same girl then the girl turns them both into look alikes of her but then they start fighting over the same guy

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Do you know suzy berhow? Or angie Griffin? If so would love a caption of either of them please

Sorry sweetie, I don’t know who those are. :(

Anonymous said:

Would appreciate more Sia captions please when u get the chance

I will remember that. :)

Anonymous said:

Can make some Winnie Harlow caption please? I adore her style

Sorry lovely, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

How about instead of removing the captions with Demi in them ,the images of Demi were just replaced with another celeb and if Demi is mentioned by name in the caption then that could be edited to mention a different celeb. I respect Demi's decision I do but lets not lose some well made captions. Also if you could please make a caption where Amy Adams feminises a fan and raises them as her daughter and Kristen Stewart makes you her submissive wife that would be appreciated. I'm a fan of them.

So about the Demi Lovato captions: I understand your feelings but I’m still going to delete the original captions. Because of how my captions are made I can’t just go back in & swap out an image or edit the text, I have to remake it from the ground up. I am hoping to do that with some (maybe all) of the Demi Lovato captions & re-publish them, but I’m still going to delete the originals.

I can do the Kristen Stewart one for sure and I’ll TRY to do the Amy Adams one I just am not 100% sure I can find a pic for that but we’ll see. :)

Anonymous said:

If it’s possible before your summer hiatus could you do a caption with Amanda Crew (silicon valley, sex drive)?

I will do one with Amanda Crew but I can’t commit to doing it before the hiatus.

About the hiatus: I don’t know when it’s going to be. I want to TRY to make it to at least July 18th because I have a specific game in mind I want to post for 5 years of Celebrity TG Captions games, but after that I have no idea. I’ve been writing caps for a longer stretch of time since normal since I’ve switched to a part-time blog so I might burn out at any second but for right now I’ve still got some juice.

#Not a Caption #Requests #Request

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Unexpected flame (part 5) | Fred Weasley x Sirius Black’s daughter

Hermione - along with Crookshanks - arrived at the start of August. She had brought her whole trunk and school stuff, having no plan to return home before the start of the new school year.

As expected, Ginny didn't waste time filling her in on the latest gossip inside the house. Juliet wished she had kept it to herself, as there was really nothing to tell, but according to Ginny, it was big news.

The three girls were sitting in Ginny and Hermione's room, eating freshly baked pumpkin cookies and catching up when Ginny brought it up.

''So...are we gonna ignore the elephant in the room?''

''Yes.''

''No.''

Juliet glared at Hermione. She usually didn't pay interest in gossip, which left Juliet surprised.

''What? I want to be let in on the juicy gossip too. All I know is what Ginny told me, which isn't much.''

''Because there isn't much to tell.''

Ginny rolled her eyes. ''Rubbish.''

''Come on, Juliet. You kissed Fred, there must be something to tell,'' Hermione encouraged.

Perhaps they did a little more than kissing, but she figured Ginny didn't need - or want - to know that. No one wants to hear that their brother fingered their best friend while they were asleep next door.

Juliet shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Ginny. ''Don't you think it's a bit weird that I tell you this? He's your brother.''

''But you're my best friend and I want to know about your love life...even if it involves my brother. There's things I do not want to know, but I trust you to not add too much details I don't want to hear.''

Juliet had no intentions of telling them all the details - she wanted to keep some parts of her night with Fred private -, but told them just enough to satisfy their curiosity.

''How was it? The kiss,'' Hermione asked.

Ginny scoffed. ''I bet they did more than kissing.''

''We did not.''

''You're lying!''

''Am not.''

''Quit it. Fred told George already and George told me-''

''He told George?! I can't believe him-''

A mischievous grin broke on Ginny's face. ''Got you. I knew you were lying!''

Juliet gaped.

Just then, George walked down the hallway and stopped at her door. ''What is she lying about?'' he asked, stopping in the doorway.

''She and Fred had sex.''

Once everyone had gone to bed, Fred slipped in Juliet's bedroom. It had become their night routine.

They'd sit on her bed and talk until late, until one of them started to feel sleepy. Sometimes, like tonight, clothes were removed and kisses were exchanged, but that didn't change their status. Juliet and Fred were friends. Or, perhaps a little more.

Hermione didn't approve of their arrangement, not a fan of these ‘friends with benefits’ thing, but Juliet had simply shrugged. They weren't doing anyone harm, they were just two friends having fun behind closed doors.

They rolled on their sides, facing each other as Fred caressed the pale skin of Juliet' shoulder in the half moon's glow. ''Funny how we didn't tell anyone, but somehow they all know.''

''All but our parents,'' Juliet corrected.

''Thank Godric! Mom would murder me.''

Molly wasn't against her children having sex. She knew they'd get to that at some point in their life, but she'd rather they waited till they were old enough to be responsible and safe. As in, responsible enough to not get a girl pregnant or catch an STD. She'd also rather it doesn't happen under her roof.

Although Fred was of age and that Grimmauld Place wasn't her house, Mrs. Weasley was sleeping on the floor above and she'd be livid if she knew what Juliet and him were up to while they were asleep.

''Same for my dad, but he'd murder you.''

''Murdered twice? What a heavenly way to die.''

Juliet laughed.

''Where do you think you're going, young ladies?'' Molly asked, catching Juliet and Ginny laughing as they came down the stairs, small purse on their shoulders and shoes on, looking like they were heading outside.

''Shopping,'' Juliet replied, passing her purse over her head to wear as a crossbody. ''We're meeting up with Luna in Diagon Alley.''

Juliet was hoping to get her hands on that quick-dry ink Remus told her about. Being a left handed, ink always smudged on her parchemin and got on her hands and it annoyed her.

''By yourself? While V- the Dark Lord has returned?'' Molly shook her head. ''That's not happening. Please take your shoes off and send a letter to Miss. Lovegood to inform her that you aren't going.''

''Mom! Are you being serious?'' Ginny asked,

''We didn't move here

''Juliet and Luna will be there. I'm not gonna be by myself.''

''What's the matter, Molly? I'm hearing you scream from the end of the hallway,'' said Sirius, coming out from the office.

For once, Molly was relieved to see him, assuming he'd be on her side. ''Your daughter and mine want to go to Diagon Alley,'' she informed Sirius.

Unfortunately for Mrs. Weasley, Sirius didn't react the way she had hoped him to.

''Oh, have a lovely day. Bring me back some ice cream from Florean Fortescue's ice cream parlour, will you Juliet?''

Molly looked at Sirius with a scowling look on her face. ''Is that all you have to say?''

Sirius looked confused. ''Do you need any money?''

Wrong answer.

''You're allowing her to go out? Have you forgotten why the Order has been reconstituted?'' Molly was fuming at, according to her, his his irresponsibility and lack of common sense.

''Of course not,'' Sirius said with a dry, almost angry tone. Voldemort was a soft subject for him. How could Molly think he could forget about that tragic night? ''But, I'm not gonna shelter her inside this bloody house. I'm the only one who is in hiding, not her. Juliet can go out if she pleases.''

''You know she can't use magic outside school, right? What if they get attacked by him or his followers? They know who she is.''

''I trust that Remus taught her how to defend herself. And, I'll go to Cornelius Fudge myself if they punish her for using magic as self defense while underage.''

Diagon Alley was bonded with people. Being one of those hot summer days, the queue at the ice cream parlour was really long so the girls decided to go to Obscurus Books instead, by Luna's request.

''It's unfortunate that Ginny couldn't come.'' Luna adjusted her funky looking, pink sunglasses.

''Her mom wasn't keen on letting her go to Diagon Alley knowing that You-Know-Who has returned. I get that she's protective of her children, but it's unlikely that the dark wizard will show up in the middle of the day,'' Juliet explained.

Luna stopped in front of a less busy shop. ''It's here.'' She pointed at the sign over the shop's door. Obscurus Books.

They walked inside and an old man greeted the girls at the front of the shop, informing them on their latest book releases.

Juliet had never been to this place before. It was nothing like Flourish and Blotts. Much smaller and not filled to the brim with books. According to Luna, this place had a much better selection of books about magical creatures.

Luna immediately strolled to her favorite section and began skimming through books. ''Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, I received a letter from Neville this morning.''

''Neville?'' Juliet repeated, cocking an eyebrow.

''Daddy and I were having trouble with one of our plants so I wrote to Neville about it last week. Turned out he simply forgot to water them...'' Luna explained, not surprised by her father's defective memory. ''Neville also told me about the new, very rare plant he got for his birthday. A Mimbulus mimbletonia, I believe? I've seen on in a book, it looks fascinating.''

A Mimbulus mimbletonia? Juliet had no clue what that was. Perhaps she should pay more attention in Herbology this year?

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #sirius black daughter #fred weasley x sirius black daughte #harry potter fic #unexpected flame

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