#Now to work on the other two suggestions from my other moots..

[concretejunglefm]

I ran this idea through a moot and she suggested I send it to you 🥴 Reader is getting married and her friends throw her a bachelorette party and they hire a group of male strippers......The strippers are hired from Bad Decisions™ Party Booking and Events and the party tells them that Y/N is about to be married and needs a really good send off cause she's been in a relationship for so long and about to only have one cock for the rest of her life

"ma'am that is exactly what we specialize in, she'll be in good hands"

did I get a little carried away? maybe but here you go bb, I hope you enjoy 💕🤭

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader + light mention of BO x f!reader.

CW: includes alcohol, doing body shots, cheating, oral (f receiving), lots of praise, use of ‘good girl’, dirty talk, dry humping, semi-public, unprotected sex, use of toys (a wand), implied potential foursome.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It’s a rite of passage, isn’t it? Throwing a bachelorette party for the bride to be, giving her one last celebration before she spends the rest of her life with the man she loves. So it should be no surprise to you when the strippers come out—four incredibly hot, attractive guys who make your jaw drop for various reasons.

The expanse of their tattoos alone is enough, especially with all of them shirtless. It’s a mesmerizing sight, and you don’t know where to look—much like your friends, who are struggling to stay focused between the lot of them, but it’s you who’s become the center of attention. A chair has been pulled out into the middle of the room just for you—the guest of honor.

“Who wants body shots?” Folio calls out, your friends already cheering and jeering, but it’s Noah and Jolly who crowd around you with a different plan in mind.

“You can take one off me,” Noah grins down at you, a cheeky gleam in his eye to match.

You’ve barely touched a drop of alcohol aside from the first cocktail you’re still working on, and yet you already feel a buzz—no doubt brought on by the excitement of it all.

Your eyes latch onto Noah, hands gripping his hips as you follow the trail of salt he’s laid out for you along his tattooed stomach. You catch the moan he makes, your tongue swirling purposely over his skin to ensure you lick up every grain before falling back into the chair. The roar of your friends cheering and the music playing in the background are easily drowned out by how focused you are in this moment.

“Now you’re just going to tip your head back while my friend, Jolly here, feeds you a shot.”

Behind you stands the tall Swedish one, his hair pulled up into a half up, half down do, brows raised with a cheeky smirk curling across his lips.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks, and you’re close to bursting into a giggle, feeling the flutter of nerves and the rise of goosebumps across your skin the moment his inked fingers graze the back of your neck before cradling either side, gently guiding your head back. You can’t help the way your mind wanders—how him talking you through this makes you think he’d talk you through other things, too. They both probably would.

Opening your mouth as instructed, you stick out your tongue and wait for the tequila. The moment it hits, you feel it trickling back, raising your head to swallow it the second it stops. Your face twists into a natural grimace from the taste, and when you glance up between the two of them to find the lime, you catch a flash of green between Noah’s teeth—his hint for you to come and get it.

He reaches out, helping to scoop you up the moment you stand from the chair, lifting you onto his waist. Your hands cradle his face as you lean in to bite at the lime he’s sneakily holding between his teeth. It’s a brief brush of lips, but enough to make you melt, and before you can worry about slipping from his grasp, Jolly is behind you, hands cradling your ass, the fabric of your dress inching up until you feel the air on your bare cheeks, sandwiched between the two of them.

It’s Noah who breaks the contact, spitting the lime aside before turning back to you with a smirk, but it’s you who pulls him in, mouth crashing against his. High on adrenaline and drunk on lust and liquor, you kiss him—something heated, all teeth, which catches you off guard when he bites down on your bottom lip and tugs, drawing an unexpected moan from you.

Your cheeks redden, though you’re thankful the heat of the room offers a convenient excuse, while Noah happily carries you away from the chair that had been center stage just moments ago.

“I think tonight calls for a different kind of show,” he teases, lowering you down onto the couch as your friends scatter to make space.

The moment your back hits the cushion, Noah’s hands slide up your thighs, lifting your hips as his palms slip beneath you, gripping your ass. His hips roll forward, grinding his crotch against your panty covered pussy, the thin material the only thing between you. You swear you can feel every inch of him through his pants, and you grind back, matching his rhythm as he leans in to meet you with another heated kiss.

It’s the slow grinding of his hips—teasing, yet enough to make you crave more. Your hands move to grasp at him wherever you can, roaming over the muscular expanse of his chest and arms before sliding down his stomach and reaching the waistband of his pants, tugging at it in a clear hint for him to free himself.

That’s what makes him break the kiss, but not in a way that interrupts the moment. Instead, he presses his crotch deliberately against you, letting you feel the distinct bulge through his pants. His hands cradle you, one of your legs coming up and over his shoulder, shifting the angle just enough to push down deeper, making you ache to know what it would feel like to have him inside you, to feel just how deep he could sink at that very moment.

You’ve almost forgotten about the audience of friends surrounding you, all witnesses to the way you’re being dry humped and kissed by tonight’s entertainment—many of whom probably wish they were in your place, even with Folio, Nicholas and Jolly keeping most of the girls eagerly entertained.

“Mind if he borrows her for a moment?” Folio quips to the group, but Noah’s already hoisted you over his shoulder, his hand smacking your ass as he carries you out of the room, in search of somewhere more private to continue.

The bed he lays you back on is plush beneath you. Running one hand smoothly up your leg, he keeps your thighs spread, his body preventing you from closing them, and he guides one leg up and over his shoulder, his lips trailing kisses along your calf, while the other leg he bends at the knee and presses back.

Keeping your dress bunched at your waist, he hooks his fingers into the fabric of your panties, tugging them aside instead of slipping them off. Then he dips his head down, surprising you with the sudden contact of his mouth—the flat of his tongue pushing between your folds. The sensation makes you gasp, your hands grasping at the sheets as your head falls back.

Heat swirls in your stomach, arousal building fast from the touch of his tongue alone. A part of you considers the obvious—that maybe you should be stopping him, but the moment your hand finds his head, your fingers bury in his hair and pull him closer. In response he lets out a pleased moan that vibrates against your clit, drawing a sharp, breathy whimper from your lips.

You squirm beneath him, your breathing growing ragged with every skilled flick of his tongue, the way he works it between your folds, even teasing at your entrance like he’s aching to fuck you with it. You arch your hips as best you can, pushing closer to his mouth, chasing the pressure. While his tongue stays focused, one of his hands drops down to unzip his pants, pulling his hard cock free in one smooth motion.

When he finally lifts his head, he leans up to meet you in a slow, sensual kiss, sharing the taste of you still fresh on his tongue as he climbs onto the bed. The thick shaft of his cock presses against your pussy, dragging slowly between your folds as he grinds against you, deliberately teasing.

“Since you’re about to commit to one cock for the rest of your life,” he murmurs against your lips, a coy smirk tugging at his own, “it’s only fair you get to see what you’re missing out on.”

You moan in response, nails dragging down his sides as you tug him closer, whimpering, begging.

“Please.”

It’s the only thought in your mind. You’re already soaked, wet before he’s even dared to sink in, and when he finally draws his hips back, he presses the thick tip to your entrance. One slight thrust and you feel the stretch, your pussy opening for him as your head falls back with a moan and a desperate plea for more.

He’s teasing you, rocking his hips forward just enough to slip in an inch before pulling back, and then, when you least expect it, he drives forward, thrusting deep, sinking into you fully until you feel the press of his hips flush against yours, your walls clenching around him.

He’s thick, already throbbing and twitching inside you, and he fills you so completely you swear you can feel it in your stomach.

To your surprise, Noah came more prepared than you anticipated. Even with the drag of his cock between your walls, every thrust driving you higher and higher, holding the coil of your impending orgasm deep in your belly, he reaches up the bed for his bag. They’d thrown all their stuff in here before coming out for the celebration, and from it, he pulls out a wand.

Your eyes widen. You almost don’t know what to expect—until it rumbles to life. Before you can get a word out, he’s looking down at you with a cheeky smirk, bringing the wand down between you and pressing it to your clit.

The vibrations, paired with his cock buried deep inside you, skillfully striking that perfect spot, push you closer to the brink. Your thighs are already trembling, and when he shifts the angle just slightly, it makes you moan louder, your voice breaking from how good it feels.

Your hands move from him to yourself, tugging the top of your dress down to expose your breasts. You palm them, pressing them together as you lay back and let him fuck into you, his pace switching between slow, torturous strokes and quicker, more deliberate thrusts. It’s as if he’s purposely drawing it out, determined to drag out your pleasure, wanting nothing more than to watch you fall apart for him—again and again.

It’s a goal he’s close to achieving the moment your orgasm begins to unfurl in a slow rising wave, the vibrations on your clit edging you closer each time he drives his cock deeper.

Leaning over you, his mouth meets yours in another heated kiss, tongues rolling together, your moans spilling into his mouth as he lets out his own, breathing them into you. He fucks you with such precision, the drag of his thick cock between your walls pushing you higher and higher, until the flickering heat of euphoria closes in around you.

Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead to yours, lips curled into a smirk as he begins to murmur utter filth, his voice laced with a taunting edge.

“How does that feel, baby, hmm? Does it feel good?”

You can barely form words, only something high pitched and nearly inaudible leaves you, a breathy squeak that turns into a moan when he purposely thrusts harder, deeper.

“That’s it. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Need you to cum all over my cock.”

You nod, almost frantic, reaching for him, tugging him down and pressing him as close as possible. The dual stimulation thrums through you, winding tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, please—I’m gonna cum, Noah. Please, please,” you cry out, your fingers buried in his hair, nails scratching down his back as he buries his face against your throat, lips latching on with the clear intent to mark you.

“Such a good girl,” he groans. “That’s it. All over me. Your pussy feels so fucking good. I hope he knows what a lucky guy he is.”

And he doesn’t stop—doesn’t stop praising you, or telling you how good you feel. His voice, his cock, his mouth—it’s all too much, and it drives you right over the edge. Your thighs and body tremble violently as you cum, Noah fucking you through it while your back arches off the bed, riding the wave. You feel the gush of wetness between your thighs, your muscles shaking, and still he talks you through it.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. Just like that.”

You’re so high, you don’t think you’ll come down. You almost don’t want to, especially not when you feel Noah slip from inside you, making you moan in protest, but the wand stays pressed to your clit until he shuffles down the bed, only removing it to replace it with his mouth.

Before you can whine too much, his tongue is back on you, lapping through your wetness, your thighs still trembling. Just as you try to close them around his head, you feel another set of hands.

Your eyes flutter open—hazy and unfocused, but you manage to make out Folio standing over you, a cheeky grin stretched across his face.

“Didn’t think he’d get to have all the fun now, did you?”

Rounding the bed is Jolly, who climbs up and settles himself near your head. Nicholas follows, taking his place on your other side. Your eyes widen as they fall on the outline of his cock—thick and hard beneath his pants, and you can’t help but wonder how you’ll ever feel the same after experiencing him.

“We promised your friends you’d be in good hands,” Jolly murmurs, brushing back the damp hair clinging to your sweat slick brow.

“And we always keep our promises,” Nicholas adds, his hand slowly exploring your chest, fingers finding your nipples—pinching and twisting with slow, deliberate pressure.

“So what do you say?” Folio leans in, voice playful and dark. “Will you let us give you a night you’ll never forget?”

[purpee]

Mal mal !!

[ayexaye]

Blue Lock men react to the (gn!)reader taking their hoodie

First post on this account! Not new to tumblr as I had a writing account a few years ago but I'm older now so I wanted to start fresh instead of going back to the old one

Also looking for mutuals!! Especially bllk moots but there are tons of other things I'm into atm so send me an ask if you want to be moots!

Includes: Alexis Ness, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryusei

Warning: Slightly suggestive in Shidous part

Alexis Ness

-He gets home from practice and notices you have one of his hoodies on

-Thinks he might just have a heart attack then and there because it makes him so happy that you want to wear his clothes

-He stares at you in awe like you're the most beautiful thing hes ever seen meanwhile youre just in a hoodie and sweats

-Immediately asks if you want to take any of his other clothes

-"You look so cute in that.. anything I have is yours too!"

-Asks if he can take any of your clothes so you two can trade

-It becomes a routine for you guys to swap jackets and stuff now

Sae Itoshi

-He instantly realizes something is missing from his closet

-And then when he goes to ask you about it, he sees you wearing his hoodie

-"I've bought you plenty of things, why are you wearing my clothes?"

-But he doesn't actually care that youre taking anything

-If you try to take it off and give it back to him, he'll just stop you without explanation and tell you to keep it

-Doesnt say a word when one of his shirts goes missing a few days later

-But you do notice his eyes lingering on you even more than usual

Michael Kaiser

-I hate this man but I love him at the same time

-Oh he is insufferable about it

-He doesn't even notice he was missing one of his favorite hoodies until he saw you wearing it

-He freezes for a second when he sees you, then he gets that smirk

-"You want everyone to know youre mine so badly that you're wearing my clothes?"

-Will not shut up about it the entire day

-Starts purposefully leaving out his sweatshirts so you wear them more often

-Will start complaining if you ever stop wearing them

Shidou Ryusei

-Seeing you in it makes him pause, but that doesn't last long as he instantly gets a smug grin on his face

-He is all over you

-"Are you tying to turn me on? Cause it's working"

-He thinks its so hot when you wear his things

-He only ever wants to see you in his clothes from then on

-It makes him get a bit possessive of you sometimes, especially if you're wearing anything of his out in public

[diamonddaze01]

tarararara my love! for your drabble game i wanna do prompt no. 6 but with a twist-

Do you like me? Check yes or yes

the ball is in your court now bub!

do you like me?

pairing: wonwoo x reader, law school au | wc: 944 prompt: "Do you like me? check yes or yes" | warnings: none a/n: dedicated to both @svtiddiess and @tusswrites bc the greatest minds think alike

The library was quieter than usual, the usual hum of stressed-out law students replaced by the rhythmic scratching of pens and flipping of pages. You and Jeon Wonwoo had somehow claimed a table near the window—a rare truce in the ongoing cold war of your academic rivalry.

You weren’t entirely sure how it started. Maybe it was the time he answered a question in Contracts class before you could, perfectly articulating the rule of consideration in a way that had the professor beaming. Or maybe it was the time you aced your Civil Procedure exam, and he shot you that unreadable glance as he exited the lecture hall, his graded paper tucked discreetly under his arm. Somewhere along the line, though, it became a thing: Jeon Wonwoo vs. You.

You were loud, unabashed, and utterly relentless in debates. Wonwoo? Quiet, methodical, and terrifyingly sharp. It was as though the universe had handpicked you to be polar opposites, with one mutual goal: finishing top of the class.

It wasn’t just about ego—though you’d never admit how much satisfaction you felt when you won. For you, being at the top meant proving that your voice mattered, that you could command a room even in the cutthroat world of law. For him, you suspected it was different. Wonwoo worked with a quiet precision that seemed to come from something deeper, something you couldn’t quite place. He was impossible to read, and maybe that’s what frustrated you the most.

The rivalry only grew fiercer with time: whispered debates in the hallway after class, stolen glances at each other’s grades, the occasional sarcastic jab when you passed in the library. It had become a fixture of your law school experience.

So why were you here, sitting across from him in the library? That was another story.

It started two weeks ago, when the Professor of Legal Ethics—who clearly took pleasure in student suffering—had paired you two for a moot court assignment. The project was simple: argue a mock case against each other, with grades determined by individual performance.

You’d scoffed at the announcement. “Of course,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

He’d glanced at you, an amused glint in his eyes. “Don’t sound too excited.”

The idea of working with him—of watching him meticulously dismantle your arguments before you even had a chance to deliver them—should have been unbearable. But instead, you’d found yourself suggesting, “We should prep together. You know, scope out the competition.”

Wonwoo had hesitated, his lips twitching in what might have been amusement. “You’re offering to help me beat you?”

“Who said I’m helping you?” you’d shot back, grinning. “I just want to see if you’re as good as everyone says.”

Now here you were, begrudging study partners, buried under stacks of legal texts and sharing a tense but surprisingly comfortable silence. Except you couldn’t focus. Not because of the assignment—your case brief was flawless—but because of him.

Wonwoo, with his quiet determination, his maddening focus, and his infuriating ability to make your heart race with just a glance. You didn’t know when it started—when the rivalry began to feel less like competition and more like curiosity. When his sharp intelligence stopped annoying you and started fascinating you instead.

Maybe it was last week, when he had stayed late after your prep session, walking with you to the parking lot under the glow of the streetlights. The conversation had been light, easy—unexpectedly so. You’d caught him smiling, not his usual smirk but something softer, almost shy. It had lingered with you far longer than it should have.

Or maybe it was the other day, when you’d caught him lost in thought, glasses slipping down his nose as he scribbled something in the margins of his notebook. He had looked up at you then, catching you staring, and raised an eyebrow in question. You had blurted something incoherent about “legal precedents” before burying your face in your notes, your cheeks burning.

You were doomed.

Tonight wasn’t any better. He was scribbling furiously in his textbook, his pen tapping softly against the edge of the page. You should have been working on your counterarguments, but instead, you were folding a piece of notebook paper into an origami crane.

After a few moments, you slid the crane across the table to him. Wonwoo didn’t look up at first, too engrossed in his notes, but when the crane nudged his hand, he paused. His sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you gave him your best innocent smile.

He carefully unfolded the crane. Inside, in your bold handwriting, were the words: “Do you like me? Check yes or yes.” Below, you’d drawn two boxes, both labeled “yes,” along with a winking face for good measure.

Wonwoo blinked at the note, his expression unreadable. But then, his ears turned a shade of red so deep you could practically hear your heart screaming.

You stared, waiting, your pulse thundering in your ears. And then, to your surprise, he smirked.

Pulling out his pen, he checked one of the boxes. Then, with deliberate care, he tore off the bottom half of the paper, scribbled something, and slid it back to you.

You unfolded it, your chest tight with anticipation. Written in his small, neat handwriting was: “Can you quiet down now? I’m trying to focus.” Below it, he’d drawn a tiny, lopsided heart.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible,” you murmured.

Wonwoo didn’t respond, but the pink flush creeping up his neck and the faint twitch of his lips told you everything you needed to know.

Somehow, the rivalry didn’t feel like a competition anymore.

send me an ask for my drabble game!

[telail]

☆- [7:26 AM] Waking up with Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Poc!Fem!Reader Tags: 1k wc, established relationship, fluff, suggestive, ateez scenario 🎧- PILLOWTALK by ZAYN note: a request for my pookie and current fave moot @kairoot hope u like it stinka. ^3^ - TAE

You had to move as slowly, and as quietly as possible.

That is if you didn't want to wake up the ticking time bomb next to you. Softly snoring with his mouth slightly agape, it looked as if he was in the deepest state of zen that an unconscious person could possibly be in.

But you knew better than to believe that. It was Wooyoung, for all you knew he’d crack his eyes open at the sound of a deep sigh. 

Your body had subconsciously woken you up without the help of an alarm about 40 minutes before you needed to head out for work.

Wooyoung lay still on his stomach, his head facing in your direction as his arm bent slightly above his head. Resting barley under your pillow but more so under his. 

You sat up and stretched, extending your limbs in the most subtle way possible in hopes that your boyfriend would not interrupt his own rest and wake up at the simple movement of your stretching.

Your hopes were in vain when just as you were about to relax your arms from their place above your head you felt warm slender fingers glide their way across the little portion of your slightly exposed tummy. Settling on the other side of your hip with a subtle squeeze.

The sensation of Wooyoung’s fingers tickled and caught you off guard a bit, causing you to jolt and bring your arms down in one quick motion.

“Morning baby..” He mumbles, a sleepy smirk making its way onto his face as he turned his head slightly away from you to yawn.

“Good morning, woo.” You respond, your tiredness still evident in your voice.

He hummed to himself, using the arm that had already secured itself around your waist to tug you closer to him.

“Hey..” You say, sighing. You were intending to start a sentence but when you moved to look at him you were met with Wooyoung’s tired yet love filled eyes. Making you cut yourself off just to admire his current appearance for a moment or two.

“Hi pretty.” He responded, grinning and resting his eyes shut for a little longer than a few seconds.

You thought he’d fallen asleep again, that is until when you went to move, his grip on you only tightened as he urged you to stay close to him.

“You work today?” He grumbled, opening his eyes to look at you once again. “I do.”

He whined at this, rolling himself over so that he was laying in your lap. He looked up at you, his plump bottom lip jutting out a little, he was pouting.

“Don't look at me like that, you know my schedule honey. I’ve gotta make money one way or another.” You said, running your free hand through his messy but layered blonde and black strands.

“You don't “gotta” make money, you just choose to. I make enough for the both of us and more.” He negotiated, peppering light kisses over the scape of your navel, grumbling about how he could afford to buy you whatever your pretty heart desired. He’d rubbed his hand under the cloth of your cami so that the lower portion of your belly was revealed to him. 

“Call out,” He said between kisses. “Tell them you’ve come down with something and can't make it.” 

You sighed, it wasn't often but every now and then Wooyoung would get a break in his schedule and would want to sleep in, but not without you.

“I can’t do that, I’m fine. If I stayed I'd probably end up staying in bed all day.” You said, a small smile making its way onto your face as you thought back to you and Wooyoung’s last lazy day where you’d stayed in bed and cuddled, made out, and watched dramas all day.

“What's wrong with that?” He asked, lifting one of his eyebrows slightly as his body relaxed against his will at the feeling of your fingers dancing around his scalp.

“Everything when I’m supposed to be working.” You huffed. You tried to make a quick escape and shimmy your way from under him but you weren't able to get more than both legs off the bed when he clung onto you like a sloth on a branch.

“You know..” he started, a pinch of mischief in his tone. “I could really give you a reason to stay in bed all day. If that’s what you’re lookin’ for.” You groaned, fighting back a smile as you rolled your eyes and maneuvered yourself out of his grip. “I am not.”

He laughed at your reaction, loosening his grip enough to let you finally get up but not before grabbing your wrist when you went to walk away.

He puckered his lips expectantly, normally you'd oblige with his silent request for a kiss but you’d just woken up not too long ago and felt the need to brush your teeth more than anything.

You blew him an air kiss watching as his face contorted into that of disapproval. 

“I need to brush my teeth.” You said, suppressing a giggle at his offended expression.

“On my cheek then.” He said turning his cheek towards you, still a little puffy considering the fact that he’d just woken up.

You shook your head before leaning in to peck him on what you thought was gonna be his cheek before he turned his head at the last moment to meet your lips with his.

“Woo-” you went to protest and pull away but his hand had come up to the back of your head to gently hold you in place as he planted 2 more kisses on your lips then a third on your cheek. 

He pulled back with a proud grin, licking his lips as he watched you walk towards your shared bathroom, mumbling about him being gross.

“Love you too baby.” He said, stretching his own limbs and sitting up, preparing to mess with you throughout your entire morning routine until you eventually would leave him without you for a few hours.

He didn’t mind though, as long as you came back to him so that he could do it all over again.

excuse any mistakes ;P

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Love You Teacher looks good, actually, and too many people are just jumping to conclusions.

Nowhere in the trailer does it suggest age-regression kink play, only a traumatic response exaggerated for dramatic purposes that, by all indications, inhibits the established couple’s sex life. (Let it be known, though, sexual exploration between consenting adults is chill.)

More casual age regressive tendencies is kind of the norm in relationships, and y’all y-series fans love it. There are so many edits with one part of couple acting cutesy and being taken care of by their supposed faen. ‘Baby’ is a common endearment for a reason! When we’re in relationships, we pout, we act more cutesy, more vulnerable. Love You Teacher looks to be dramatizing this element to spark conversations about balance, mental heath, and care, both for one’s self and in relationships.

This isn’t some weird romance trope that BL’s pulling from the shady corners of the internet cuz it’s kinkier than het romances. Traumatic regression that leaves one partner simple-minded to some extent has been a part of some really silly and also some really profound Western movies. You’ve got dubious films like Big with Tom Hanks or Adam Sandler’s approaches, but Elf, Thirteen Going on Thirty, or even something more indie like Lars and the Real Girl, with a young Ryan Gosling, (P’Dome seems to be a bit of a cinephile so I wouldn’t put it past him as a reference point) reveal the sweet sincerity that can emerge when these kinds of stories are done conscientiously.

Perth and Santa seem beautifully cast in this. Both have worked in BL for some time now (just with other companies—check out baby Perth in UWMA!) and are listed as one of three leads in Perfect 10Liners, so the accusations of them jumping the seniority queue are a bit misplaced. Even if that were the case, that point would be moot after what they delivered in the mock trailer.

Santa’s adorable energy finds great use in both the role of the ideal primary school teacher and the character’s reverted 7 year-old mental state, and it lends itself as a response to actor Barcode’s recent complaint regarding the infantilization and limited mature roles for those who are established as a uke in a partnership. I’m excited for the industry to address and push for conversations and roles that allow these actors to age. Sometimes that means letting them take on gritty characters that we might ignorantly assume are against type, but it could also acknowledge the youthful energy some of these actors and plenty of people in the world take into their adulthoods that shape their life. A kindergarten teacher is a prime example of job that attracts that kind of person!

I could not have imagined a character that used Perth’s disposition, simultaneously aloof and warm, so well. A teacher too-cool-for-school with no passion except for his partner? There’s our aloof guitar playing boy. Who must learn to roll with the punches of life and laugh at how ridiculous and precious it is? And there’s our warm cuddly teddybear.

The chemistry between the two in the trailer was eye-opening, too. They appeared spontaneous and familiar with one another, easily conveying live-in boyfriends in love. Even most of the naysayers for the show, admitted their initial excitement for the pairing’s intimacy. If the show plays well, it ought to be breakout success for both of them.

Give me ALL the Sammy. Everyday. Girl has been shining since BL day one (the og Love Sick, baby)!

The colors! This show looks lovely and lively. The primary school wall decorations. The costumes. The face paint in the trailer is so cute! Sammy’s hair color is genius! It just has so much vibrancy during a presentation when multiple dark, brooding shows were announced.

Director P’Dome has earned my trust. Peaceful Property was quirky, intricately plotted, and endlessly compassionate. I was crying almost every weak! I’m not surprised in the slightest to see him with a show like this. The premise of Love You Teacher is a bit out there, a bit provocative, and has the potential to have such a huge heart. The closest comparison tonally in GMMTV’s history I’ve seen so far is with the work TayNew did right before PP, Cherry Magic! Let me tell you about the boxes of tissues my happy tears went through for that series!

Basically, Imma be fighting tooth and nail for this show until it actually offers a reason for me to not support it. With what we received in the trailer, Love You Teacher has revealed only green flags, gold star stickers, and A pluses!

[thewinter-eden]

Blood Sugar Virus (32)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Genre: Horror, zombies, strangers to lovers, angst, suspense, slow burn Pairing: Kang Yeosang x female!reader Warnings: based on the Wanteez Zombie episode, zombies, language, discussion of parasites, gore, angst, heavy topics, suggestive content

Story Summary: You (stage name Sugar) are the co-captain of a horror acting group. You and your guys are the ones the companies hire when they want to stage a zombie, ghost, or any vaguely horrific and dystopian episode. So when you get hired by Ateez to develop a zombie program, it's just another routine that you've done a million times. Everything's going exactly according to script--until suddenly it isn't, and it starts getting a little too real.

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Jin still hasn’t quieted.

He’s not as wild as he was when the clamor of the shattering glass and the blaring intercom set him off, but you can hear him thumping against the door, rasping hungrily in the darkness of the supply closet.

You sit next to Jimin, letting him lean his weight against you, listening to the oldest member of your acting team succumb to the ravenous will of the parasites that infest him.

In the absence of the noisy, energetic presence of the others, your thoughts are left to darken heavily with the cruel and careless murder of your team.

Only a few hours ago, you’d entered the building with them, cheerfully discussing your plans for the evening, your excitement for one of your biggest programs ever, issuing reminders for their specific roles and instructions for your more dramatic actors to maintain at least some adherence to the scripts.

Jin and Hoseok had been the target of your warnings. Known for unplanned improvisations and escalations of the atmosphere, the two older actors had playfully listened to your rote threats before heading off to their designated stations with no intention of heeding your orders.

They were excellent actors, good men, phenomenally skilled at working a dynamic environment. No matter how off-script they decided to go, you and Namjoon had full trust that they would remain faithful to your storyline and representation, even if it was in their own capacity.

Now they’re both gone.

Almost all of them are gone.

How is it possible that you lost the majority of your family in one fell stroke? How could you have known those were your last moments with them, and that mere moments later they would face their terrifying and horrific fates alone?

Heart swelling with sorrow, you reach for Jimin’s hand and squeeze it tight. He stirs wearily, turning his head against your shoulder.

“How are you feeling, Chim?” You ask him softly, running your free hand through his hair.

He groans and lets out a labored breath. “Feels like someone’s sawing my leg off.” He mumbles. “God, why does it hurt this bad?”

You push away the reflexive fear that maybe something survived in him, continuing its greedy ascent up his body, and brush his dark hair out of his face. “You’ve been eaten alive, dude. I’m amazed you’re still conscious, if I’m honest with you.”

Overhearing your conversation from where he’s pacing near the shattered window, Yeosang glances to you before grabbing the first aid kit that you had used so long ago to patch up Wooyoung’s arm.

“What do you think we should do when this is over?” Jimin asks softly.

When you’re silent, heart racing, he gives your hand the lightest squeeze.

“Please talk to me.” He whispers. “It hurts so bad, I just need to talk about something.”

Yeosang rifles through the first aid box, spilling bandaids and antiseptic pastes all over the floor. He finally comes up with a handful of those pitiful packets of Tylenol, bringing them to Jimin. “It’s pretty worthless, but if you take four or five of them it might take the edge off.”

You remember the water bottles that you’d packed into your duffel bag, and struggle to reach it where it’s still slung across your back. With Jimin leaning against you so much, you can’t work your free hand around to grasp the zipper. “Yeo,”

He meets your eyes, brows lifted in question.

“There’s water in my bag. Can you get one of them out for him?”

He drops the Tylenol packets on the desk by your knee and moves around behind you to unzip your bag. You hold yourself still as he rummages through it, pulling out two bottles, and closing the zipper back up.

“You can focus on your songwriting.” You suggest to Jimin. “You always said you never had enough time to pursue it like you wanted to.”

Yeosang comes back around in front of you, breaking the seal on one of the bottles and setting it down so he can rip open the Tylenol packets.

Jimin shakes his head against you. “I’d rather do this. I mean, fuck, not this. I don’t want to give up the acting. The choreography and the stories and the characters. I don’t want this to be over.”

Your gut twists to think of him waking up when this is all over, wanting to just get himself ready and head in to work as he always does, only to be hit with the realization once again that it will never be the same.

It will never be the way it was, not without your team.

“You can still act.” You tell him gently.

Yeosang cups the handful of tablets in his palm and brings it to Jimin’s lips, instructing him quietly to take them. Jimin lets him drop the tablets into his mouth, and struggles to lift his head so Yeosang can put the bottle to his lips and tip him enough to swallow.

Jimin downs the pills, coughing, and asks for more water.

As Yeosang helps him, you try to come up with something encouraging, anything hopeful. “The company is still out there, if they don’t decide to shut down after this. They’ll put you on a new team, and they’ll probably give you permission to use some of our old programs.”

Jimin groans again, and you feel his bad leg twitch against the desk. “We could start a new company,” he murmurs. “Me, you, Joon, and Rosé. We can start from the ground up, make our own rules.”

In the moments that pass as he takes a few more drinks and gasps with exertion, you meet Yeosang’s eyes. He���s already watching you, waiting for your response, knowing you have no plans of going home and starting your own company—knowing you’re going to lie.

You break your gaze away, unable to carry the weight of his disapproving stare. “We should start our own company.” Your words are hollow. “We’ll be even more successful. We’ll put those old bastards we work for out of business.”

Jimin huffs a vindicated laugh. “Hell yeah. We can do all those programs they never let us do.“

You can’t fight your wry grin. “They don’t let us because they’re expensive and dangerous.”

“What programs aren’t you allowed to do?” Yeosang wonders, opening the second bottle and handing it to you.

You gratefully drink, your body relaxing as the cool liquid pours down your throat. When you’re finished, you hand the bottle back to him and gesture for him to drink from it. “It’s mostly based on locations and equipment. We wanted to do some on a ship, like one of those old war boats that they’ve turned into historical museums and hotels. We had some ideas for actual overnight programs, ones that last like a weekend at a campsite or in a hotel—extra scary and immersive for clients, but extra expensive and more liability. The company didn’t go for it.”

“They sound like fun, as long as they don’t involve actual crimes and horrors.” Yeosang says, sitting on the desk on your other side. On the narrow surface that is now holding three of you, his thigh is pressed against yours, your shoulders glued together.

“Yeah, they were gonna be sick as fuck.” Jimin agrees. “We can do all of those programs with our own company.”

Your smile turns sad. “Yeah,” you whisper emptily. “We’ll do all of them.”

You can’t even imagine it; writing stories and training new scenes and applying for new licenses and permits. You can’t sit in a studio late at night, comfortable with half a dozen empty energy drinks and takeout boxes, curled over your computer where the ideas and inspiration just come and come, filling you with vocational bliss.

You’ll never have that again. How can you write fun horror stories, knowing what you’ve done? How can you write deaths and killings, knowing you’ve committed your own with your bare hands? How can you write courageous heroes and innocent victims for yourself to play, knowing that when you were faced with actual fear of death, you caved to basest human instincts and chose to save yourself at the expense of someone else?

How does anybody write horror stories with normal people killing to survive, and writing them as though the characters can just deal with those experiences as though it all just happened in the fog of war and they can just get over it?

Your stories are garbage; woefully unrealistic.

You lived one in real life tonight, watching people you’ve known and loved with all your soul turn into impossible monsters, facing decisions like having to axe familiar faces to death, using the bodies of people you’ve worked with and cared for to shield yourself from a terrible death.

It’s not as easy as just running and panicking and hoping you survive.

It’s a wicked corruption of good people. It’s a destruction of everything you used to be, every thought process you’ve ever had, a mutation into someone you don’t even recognize—someone who has forced a human being to be carnally ripped apart in order to ensure your survival.

You were supposed to be better. You’re raised and taught and disciplined by society and moral values to get through life peacefully, without ever entertaining the idea of strategizing through acceptable loss of life.

You were never supposed to rationalize the loss of humanity and essence of someone becoming an emptied out monster so that you can feel better about allowing a person to be brutally eviscerated.

Unaware of the existential undoing of your soul, Jimin tries to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. “I still vote you as captain in our new company.” He remarks. “Sorry, but I’m not built for leadership. I’m all about breaking rules and shirking responsibility.”

You snort. “I don’t need to be told that, Chim. But for what it’s worth, I think you’d be a better leader than me.”

He scoffs. “There’s no way. I’d suck. All of the decisions and pressure you and Joon deal with would suck the fun out of it for me, and we’d all crash and burn. This captain would sink his own ship and go down with it.”

“I couldn’t do it either.” Yeosang says. “It’s too much pressure, doing what Hongjoong does. I show up for recordings and shoots and practice sessions, and that’s it. I clock out when it’s done and go home, and he stays all night and grows grey hairs just working to keep us afloat.”

“Yeah, see? He gets me.” Jimin wheezes a pitiful laugh. “No offense, Yeosang, but I wouldn’t have voted for you anyway. You seem like the following type.”

“None taken, I’m a singer. Kind of already have a job.” Yeosang shoots back, and grins at you.

Your responding glance is lackluster, but you smile anyway. “Yeah, you guys are probably gonna get out of here and lock yourselves in your studio as far away from horror programs as possible, right? I don’t expect a good review after this.”

“Hey, we were promised zombies. We got zombies.” He responds reasonably. “Technically, that’s not a breach of contact.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“Please, they’re not going anywhere.” Jimin retorts. “We’re friends for life now. Friends who fight zombies together stay together.”

“We’ll get that on a tee shirt.” Yeosang promises.

“And besides, you guys are all cutesy and coupley now. I’m expecting to see a lot more of you, at least. Unless you guys are just decompressing in the heat of the moment and you friendzone each other once the adrenaline fades.”

You elbow Jimin lightly. “Mind your own business, asshole.”

But Yeosang doesn’t seem nearly as put off as you expected. “No, I’ll be around.” It’s his turn to elbow you. “I was promised Jeju Island. And I fully intend to meet Ponk. I’ve always wanted a cat.”

You elbow him back. “You were promised no such thing.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re right, Jeju Island was my idea. I’ll take full credit for the trip, you’re welcome.”

“Jeju Island?” Jimin muses. “That sounds nice. Look at you, already planning romantic dates.”

“Can you not insert yourself into this?” You grumble. “The two of you are insufferable.”

“Oh, this is nothing.” Jimin teases. “Remember when we had GOT7 last month? They wanted a ghost episode to put out after their comeback.” He explains to Yeosang. “Actually, Mark wanted killer clowns but the rest of his group weren’t vibing with that.”

You groan just thinking about it.

“Remember when Jay kept flirting with you and Hobi kept trying to push you together?”

Yeosang raises his eyebrows at you. “Isn’t he kind of old?”

You fix him with a deadpan look. “He’s my age.”

His eyes go wide. “I was kidding. I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry, I don’t think you’re old—I didn’t mean—”

“Enough with the flop sweat.” Jimin scoffs. “She’s 26.”

At Yeosang’s flushed frown, you just grin. “I was kidding.”

He groans, covering his face with one hand. “Don’t do that, I felt so bad.”

“He is only a year older than Joon, though, so don’t let him hear you say that.” You inform him, laughing.

“Anyway, I’m just saying, this is tame compared to that. Hobi was shipping you hardcore.” Jimin glances up, finding the tense line of Yeosang’s lips, and smirks at you. “I guess he didn’t realize you’re into younger guys.”

When you go to jab your nails into your best friend’s ribs, Yeosang intervenes.

“GOT7 is cool. We really like them. We’ve met Jackson a few times, he’s really awesome.”

Your face falls ever so slightly, and he notices.

“You don’t like Jackson?”

Hurrying to correct his assumption that you have any contempt for one of the nicest client groups you’ve ever had, you shake your head. “No, no, I’ve been a fan of Jackson’s since they started—”

“He broke her heart.” Jimin supplies helpfully.

Once again, you are left in a storm of misinformation. “No he didn’t, don’t say that. You make it sound so dramatic.”

Yeosang frowns at you. “What happened?” He’s curious, probing, but pulls back hesitantly. “I mean, you don’t have to say. Sorry, I was just wondering.”

“No, honestly, he didn’t break my heart.” You laugh. “Jimin makes it sound like I had feelings for him or something, but that’s not what happened. He came with them and he was incredibly kind and they all enjoyed our program. They were a great group.”

“She’s looked up to him for like forever.” Jimin interrupts. “She was always talking about his writing skills and how much of a gentleman he was.”

“He still is, stop making it sound like something happened.” You grumble, jostling your shoulder beneath his head.

Yeosang is only more curious. “Did he do something?”

“No!” You’re appalled by the insinuation. “No, he was a perfect client. A perfect gentleman.” You glare at Jimin.

“Yeah, he spent all night protecting Sugar’s character and making her all star struck—”

“Jimin, shut up.”

“And then once the program was over and we were all having a celebratory dinner to thank them and send them off, he turns to her and tells her he can’t stand introverts.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, groaning. “Oh my god, Jimin, you’re the only one who cares about this.”

“Yeah, like you didn’t shut down like he stabbed you in the chest. Remember what he said to you? ‘It’s like there’s nobody there. It’s like talking to a wall.’” He leans over you to peer at Yeosang, who still looks disquieted by the conversation. “She stopped talking about his media appearances. Next time I went to her apartment, she’d put away all of her GOT7 albums and PCs. I later learned that she sold them. Imagine a career professional in the field of entertaining kpop groups selling her albums from one of our biggest contracts.”

“Jimin,” your tone is low, warning. It had been a disheartening moment, to spend your entire adult life being an involved fan of an idol and then to finally meet him and spend a thrilling program with him, only for him to end the evening by telling you personally that he hates your most fundamental trait.

But you hadn’t been in love with him. You hadn’t even had a crush on him. He’d been an inspiration for your work, and a motivation to get your team to a high enough ranking to attract his group, but he hadn’t broken your heart. And yeah, you had sold his albums and inclusions, and the interaction had made that choice easier, but you’d needed to pay your rent that month.

You’d had to sell something.

Avoiding both of their eyes, you fix a long suffering smile on your face. “The entire group was professional and polite, and they gave us a flawless program experience. And Jackson was exactly the way he seems to fans. It was an awesome experience.”

“She deflated like a fucking balloon.” Jimin grumbles. “I still don’t know how he could spend the entire night with you, giving you all that airbrushed fan service, and then turn around and basically tell you he hates you. Bastard.”

“Oh my god, Jimin, he didn’t. He’s the most extroverted person we’ve ever met; obviously he jives the most with other extroverts.”

“You liked him?” Yeosang wonders.

“No!” God, your night has somehow gotten worse. “No, I didn’t like him. Like Jimin said, I look up to him as a creative professional. But I never liked him and he didn’t break my heart. That’s ridiculous.”

“You’re telling me that you going from being ecstatic about a successful program, the way you’re always giddy about a client group enjoying the work you write during an unhealthy amount of all-nighters, to leaving the restaurant and riding home in utter silence wasn’t you getting your soul crushed.”

“I’m an introvert.” You retort. “We’re quiet people.”

“Not about your passion.” He gripes. “You turn into a fucking five year old hopped up on sugar when it comes to your programs, but that night you looked like your dog died. Broke my fucking heart. I could have strangled him.”

“Jesus, Jimin, he’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Why are you talking about him like he’s your arch enemy?” This isn’t the first time you’ve heard Jimin complain about the discouraging interaction, but he’s never been so pissed about it.

You had no idea he’d gotten so fired up on your behalf about it.

“Because he insulted a foundational part of you.” Yeosang answers carefully. “I also hold Jackson in high regard, and I’ve always respected him, so I get what you’re saying. I’m sure he wasn’t trying to be a dick. But I would have been pissed too.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

“Yeah. See? If Yeo had been there he would have helped me beat the crap out of him.”

That makes you laugh. “Jimin. Yeosang is also an introvert. He’s bothered because he would have been included in the remark too.” The idea of your best friend and this very popular public figure attacking another international superstar over a silly comment strikes you as hilarious.

“No, I just don’t understand how he could have seen you work and act and play out one of your stories and still say something like that to you.” Yeosang returns simply.

“I’m an actor.” You can’t believe you’re even talking about this right now. “He probably didn’t even know I’m terminally introverted.”

“Exactly.” Jimin throws his hands up.

“Yeah, exactly. Even if he didn’t know you’re an introvert, he talked to you like you have some kind of personality disorder that he couldn’t even realize you had.”

“Alright, whatever. It wasn’t even a big deal. I was tired. I wanted to go to bed. You know how exhausting our programs are?” You sigh, hoping you’ve finally grasped control of the subject. “Don’t meet your heroes.”

“I say fuck him.” Jimin.

“That would be counterproductive.” You say cheekily.

“Enough about him. I can’t believe you have an idol right in front of you and you’re talking about some other guy.” Yeosang chides playfully.

Your jaw drops. “I’m not the one who brought it up.”

“Forget about him. I hope you sold all of your albums. You’re an Atiny now. I’m the only idol you need.”

While Jimin chortles with laughter, lurching off of you entirely with the force of his mirth, you whirl on Yeosang and jab at his ribs. You’re both stunned and thrilled to find him jerking away from your fingers, launching himself off the desk in a flurry of low giggles.

“Oh my god,” you gasp. “He’s ticklish.”

“Nope!” Jimin stops laughing immediately. “No tickling. No touching. No physical flirting. I’m still here. I don’t want to puke right now, so knock it off.”

You ignore him, still staring at Yeosang in evil delight. “Come back here; don’t walk away from me.”

He’s clutching his ribs, lips spread wide in toothy laughter, shocked by your rush of confidence. “I don’t want to.”

“Please, god, don’t do this.” Jimin groans.

“You’re gonna be all smug and haughty—‘I’m the only idol you need’—who raised you? Get back here.” You beckon him back to your desk, finally enjoying being at the giving end of the teasing.

“Christ, kill me now.” Jimin grumbles.

The singer just shakes his head and scoots farther away. “No, I don’t want to.”

“Yeosang,” You lift one eyebrow.

“This is new,” he laughs. “I like this; why are you mad at me?”

You’re not mad and he knows it, but you’ll be damned if you just sit there and take their teasing in silence.

“Listen to your Noona, Kang Yeosang, before she drags you back here by your ear. You should see her put Taehyung in his place.” Jimin mutters. “Scary mother fucker.”

“Jimin, lay down and be quiet.” You hop off the desk, gaining ground on Yeosang as he stumbles back with surprised laughter, trying to hold you off. “Go on, Yeosang, keep talking. See what happens.”

He covers his ribs as you reach for him, dancing away from your fingers. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry—” he breaks off with another throaty giggle as your nails scrape his sides. “Noona, please—”

“Ha, made him call you Noona.” Jimin pumps a fist.

You’re going to have an aneurysm. “Don’t fucking start with me, Park Jimin. I am tired and in pain and I’ve had enough of your shit.” There’s no venom in your tone. You’re just happy to have a few stupid minutes with the people closest to you.

You turn a fierce look on Yeosang. “Go sit down.”

He ducks back to the desk and plants himself next to Jimin, face flushed with laughter. He stares up at you as you glare, arms crossing over your chest.

“Oh god, now I know you guys kissed. Please don’t do it again. Not in front of me, I beg of you.”

Yeosang’s mock nervous expression morphs into a smirk.

Your face heats with a flaming blush, and you can hear yourself sputtering wordlessly.

Before you can attack either of them, the intercom screeches back to life, and all joy seeps out of your body.

“Stop disabling the cameras. You are still under military control. I repeat, you are ordered to stop.”

Yeosang’s face falls.

“The gymnasium doors have been unlocked. Do not continue to attempt to escape. If you exit the school, you will be fired upon.”

In the moments that follow the intercom squealing offline, you can hear the echoing screeches of the once trapped hoard of zombies now filling the building.

Horror spurs you into action, bolting for the classroom doors as Yeosang throws himself to his feet and follows. Just as you grasp the handle and start to drag the door along its tracks, Jongho bursts into the room, panicked and panting.

“They’re out. All of them. They let them out.”

The zombies are free, and your group is spread throughout the school, whereabouts unknown, again.

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If no one else has requested it, Tai/Van tattoo artist AU

“You’re running out of space,” Taissa quips when she greets Van at the door early Thursday morning. It strikes Van, as it always does, how matter-of-factly she says this. Other people in her position might turn the statement into a friendly-banter question, or not mention it at all; lord knows it is in Tai’s best interest for Van to keep coming around, wallet open and various body parts offered up for inspection.

But if Tai were “other people”, Van probably wouldn’t be here at all, so she guesses it’s a moot point. Yeah, she loves the art, the process, even to a certain degree the discomfort of sitting and waiting for Tai to finish—but she knows herself well enough to understand none of that is the beating heart of this situation. The beating heart being, of course, Taissa Turner herself.

She’s standing now with an easy smile dancing on her full lips, dressed casually in a pair of oversized overalls hanging half-open over a cropped t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back from her face, and Van can’t help beaming back at her. It’s an effect Tai’s had since her second visit—the one she’d undertaken after going back and forth with herself for a full two weeks. It had felt a little insane, a little desperate, and as essential as oxygen. Did she really need another tattoo so soon? Did she really need it?

They’re well past the second visit now, Van’s arms covered in Taissa’s intricate designs. She’s still not as complete as Tai herself, of course, who bears art from friends and colleagues all over her light brown skin, but she’s a far cry from the high school student who used to dream of individuality back in small-town Jersey. She’s grown up now, and she finds the person who blinks back from her bathroom mirror suits her more every year.

“You know this is going to take hours,” Taissa says as Van makes her way to the table. “Still time to back out.”

“Do you imply all your clients might be chicken, or am I just special?” Van wonders. Tai laughs and doesn’t answer, only shoots a glance over her shoulder as she adjusts her supplies and produces the stencil.

“Don’t be shy now.”

Van twists on the spot, grasps the hem of her t-shirt, and hikes it over her head. She hesitates for only a micro-second—barely anything at all, she assures herself—and wriggles out of her sports bra. The impulse to reach up and cover herself is powerful, but when she looks back, Taissa's expression hasn't so much as flickered out of place. That same challenge is in her eyes, reflecting back to the first time Van had settled in her chair and held out an arm.

Just a job for her, Van reminds herself with a stab of disappointment.

"You want anything for the front?" Tai asks. Professional. Natural. Van shakes her head.

"I'm good."

"We'll see," Taissa teases, and then she's all focus, placing the stencil several times before she's satisfied with her work. She gestures to the mirror, asking Van to verify all is perfect before things get any more permanent.

"Up a little in that left corner, I think," Van tells her. Dark brows furrow, but Taissa obediently makes one final adjustment, and from the twitch of her mouth, Van knows she was right to insist. Taissa's as close to a perfectionist as Van's ever met, and it wins no brownie points to keep quiet in her presence. She seems to like when Van counters her suggestions, when Van allows herself to be unapologetically opinionated.

"It's your body," Tai said at their first consultation. "It's fucked if you just let stuff slide to keep from hurting my feelings."

She's good at what she does in every regard, a true artist with a steady hand and a natural inclination toward reading a body. If she hadn't been, Van wouldn't have come back. Probably wouldn't have come back. Would have been an idiot to come back, and Taissa does not prize idiots.

Van stretches out on the table, arms beneath her head, and Taissa rolls her stool close.

"Ready?"

She's been ready for weeks, Van doesn't say. She's been ready ever since that last swipe of Taissa's hand, clearing the excess ink and pronouncing the abstract shapes on her upper arm complete. It's almost an addiction unlike any Van's experienced, be it personally or secondhand; she isn't sure how healthy it is, craving body art this way. When she'd first conceptualized getting a tattoo, it hadn't seemed that big a deal. Just a chance to renovate the body she's going to be stuck with for the rest of her life, to make it a little more her own.

And then she'd met Taissa, who talks about art like it's what she was put on this earth to do. Taissa, who is clever and surprisingly silly. Taissa, who makes a needle feel like a kiss.

Van breathes deeply, waiting for the first mark. This moment is always heady, a little bit like how she imagines the beat before a parachutist leaps from a plane. She wonders if everyone feels this way, or if it's merely her own response to Taissa's hands braced against her skin.

She means to ask Taissa out sometime. Has meant to do it for entirely too long now, always finding a reason not to at the last second. Taissa seems too tired at the end of a long piece. Taissa is irritable, though she's trying not to show it. Taissa has already half-jokingly asked if Van wants to book up immediately, and there's no point asking a woman out to dinner if she's expecting your next job to pay her rent.

"Good?" Taissa asks, and Van realizes she hasn't been breathing. She sucks in air, trying to hold still.

"Perfect. Hey, while you're back there, how much do you charge for massages?"

"More than your bank account," says Tai with measured charm. It's all Van can do to keep from rolling over and reaching for her. Inappropriate, for sure, and likely to ruin the grandiose mural Taissa's beginning across Van's back. It's going to be a stunner when all is said and done: vivid colors, crisp linework, an enormous VHS tape made up of iconography from classic cinema all collaged into shape. It'll take hours, multiple visits, a stupid amount of money, and all of Van's stamina to stay put.

She wonders what Vicky would think of her only child's frame these days, no longer pink and freckled so much as allowing the technicolor of her heart to splash up through her skin. She tells herself she doesn't care. It suits her. It suits her more than she ever thought her life could.

"You never told me," she says, breathless despite herself. "Why you got into this. Didn't you say you were supposed to be a lawyer or something?"

Taissa utters a low chuckle, which Van finds despairingly sexy. "That's a long story."

"And I'm gonna be here a long time," Van urges. Her skin is already beginning to sparkle with the first edges of pain. It'll be good to have a distraction from that sensation, not to mention the deep pulse at the base of her belly. "Hit me."

There's a long pause, the only sound in the room the buzz of Taissa's tattoo gun. Finally, she clears her throat.

"Why do I feel like you actually give a shit about this?"

"Because I do," says Van honestly. She wants to know this woman. Wants to know everything about her. "C'mon. You keep taking the inside of my brain and etching it in my flesh. I can't wonder about you?"

She could be imagining it, but she thinks Tai's free hand is lingering a little too long at the base of her neck. She's definitely imagining it, but she's sure she can hear a smile spreading across Tai's lips.

"Come on," she coaxes. "Tell me a story."

Someday, she tells herself, she will ask Taissa out. Someday, she'll have the guts to take that dare. Might even win Tai's favor for being so fucking ballsy. Might work out. She'll find out eventually.

For now, she is content to listen as Taissa begins to spin a tale.

[teacup789]

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TEACUP’s INTRO POST

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HEY GUYS, YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF DISHWARE IS HERE AND READY TO PARTY!!!

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NAME: Ty / Teacup / Taco (optional) / Tea <- (contractor only)

PRONOUNS: He/They

AGE: MINOR!! :P

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WHAT’S MY DEAL: I like to make art and friends, and talk about my hyperfixations.

INTERESTS: OSC, Gravity Falls, Pokemon, Music, Drawing, Writing, Sculpting, Musicals

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RANDOM THINGS:

I am currently working on 2 object shows, one that’s a more personal project and the other that will (hopefully) be going public for auditions very soon! If you want to see more about that show, check out the sometimes silly ask blog I have for it! (That’ll be listed below w/ my other blogs)

Despite seeming like I know a lot, I actually have only been in the OSC since September 2024.

I used to do a lot of fanart, now I post a lot more of my OCs, and I do a lot of shitposting on here because why not, it’s fun.

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THINGS TO ASK ME ABOUT (pretty please):

Music, musicals, my ocs, my weird story ideas I randomly mention

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The unfortunate but necessary DNIs and warnings

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If you are all about drama and find the need to cause problems or ragebait because it entertains you, get out. I’m not dealing with that bs on my blog, and it’s not tolerable here.

If you’re sexist, ableist, anti-LGBTQ+, anti-Women’s rights, and anything else along those lines, Get. out. This is the blog of a queer trans guy with ADHD. If you don’t like that shit, get off my blog.

If you post flat-out NSFW or want to interact with me for those purposes. No. I’m a minor. I am old enough to find suggestive jokes and things funny and understand them, but I do not want to see blatant NSFW. So get that away from me.

Another DNI / Note thing:

If I talk about my family PLEASE DONT SAY WEIRD SHIT IT MAKES ME REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE.

Not a DNI but a note:

If I say it’s one of my OCs, I am not lying. I created, named, and developed the personalities of each of the characters that I have created. Any resemblance to anyone else’s OCs is entirely coincidental and unintentional. I have not stolen or copied these characters from anyone else. I take time and effort to make sure I make unique, exciting new characters, and despite sometimes having them look like others, they’re still mine and from my mind.

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MY BLOGS!!

@teacups-show-double-life <- my original object show ask blog that is soon to be created into an actual object show!! When audition lines are ready I’ll make a form to fill out with the lines and then a place to put auditions (preferably in the form of an unlisted YouTube video

@teacuptheauthor <- my (sorta dead) ao3 updates blog where I post about my fanfics and art related to the topics. Unfortunately I haven’t touched my fic on there since March, so there have not been a lot of updates.

@teacup-the-intern <- my II AU roleplay blog! The tag #meeplemadness says it all. I do have a few other MM blogs such as @mephone8plus-meeple and @something-is-ajar

@tiraded-taco <- my Taco ask/rp blog

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MOOT BLOGS!!! :D get tagged you critters (If you’re not tagged IM SORRY I’m putting the main ones here)

@contractedcontractor <- super cool person and AMAZING artist, original meeplemadness-er, sorta co-creator of TSDL, #1 Wyrm Starwatch fan, MY QPP :]

@just-a-toast <- my #1 best friend (not clickbait), super talented artist/animator, very funny, in love with a deviled egg

@alcr1 <- COOL. NO QUESTIONS ASKED. Likes muppets, is very neat, animates REALLY well???? DOES PIXEL ART????? #1 Solei Solar Flare fan

@lunaballoona09 <- Two TPOT is that you?? Draws cats really well (like REALLY well.), can write AMAZINGLY, and is very kind and funny

@hyperfizz <- Evil twin >:], draws really well, really funny, WOULD BE APPRECIATED IF YOU STOPPED LICKING ME THOUGH /silly /nsrs

@stars-are-above <- reslly fun art! Reprogrammed my wife and tried to kill my best friends tho, so 0/10 (/SILLY /REF THEY DIDNT ACTUALLY DO THAT)

Again, just cos you’re not tagged doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate you, I just don’t want to tag literally every single one of my moots for ANOTHER post because I’ve done that a lot lately

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My Tags:

#teacup’s yaps <- for shitposts or word only posts

#teacup’s asks <- usually paired with the yaps, it’s for whenever I’m answering an ask

#teacup’s reblogs <- exactly what it says

#teacup’s art <- exactly what it says

#tsdl & #teacup’s show: double life <- for my object show

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That’s all!! (I think) so enjoy my blog :D

EDIT: IT WAS NOT ALL IM TERRIBLE.

CREDITS TO @/alcr1 FOR MY PFP

CREDITS TO @altocanteven / @osc-userboxes FOR SOME OF THE USERBOXES (I made some of the others)

[delirious-donna]

Always wondered who your Naruto or Haikyuu fave would be but never watched the shows? Well, wonder no more!

Here at Delirious Donna’s Matchmaking Service we strive to pair you with your ideal lover without all the hard work of watching/reading hundreds of hours of content.

What You Receive

One ✨new✨ blorbo matched to you, a small moodboard and some suggested date activities for you to test the water with your new potential beau.

How To Apply

send me an ask with one fandom from my list that you aren’t familiar with (this part is important and my fandom list is here -> FANDOMS <- )

specify whether you would like a male or female or either blorbo and what your pronouns are

provide a lil info about your personality (as much as you are comfy with but the more the better, and the better the match is likely to be)

tell me the song that’s currently stuck on repeat on your playlist

name two existing faves from other fandoms

finally, are you looking for love, a hook up or platonic friendship?

give me a smooch - not necessary but always appreciated

Rules

this little event is open to everyone

asks must be off anon

don’t send anything you wouldn’t be happy to be read by others as I plan to reply to asks with the matchmaking outcomes

one ask per person (moots can ask for 2 matches for the same fandom or one match from 2 separate fandoms if they wish)

please be patient whilst I work through the event

I reserve the right to refuse an ask for any reason but I will speak privately with the person if this arises

no limit or end date for now - this may change dependant on demand

[ithiliensmenagerie]

Could Indis remarry?

The answer is probably no. The answer is probably moot, because she wouldn't want to. Even if she wanted to, the stigma, her family, the whole history would stop her. And even if not, the Valar probably would.

But just imagine it. The consequences, the gossip, the reactions.

To be clear, I don't want her marrying Miriel. While I like that threesome solution and have nothing against consensual and equal polyamory, it always sounds like a cheat solution here. People do fall in love with two people, and it mostly ends messy; rarely is the solution "let all three fuck each other" actually working. And it's Tolkien's elves, but I still feel like that's too easy.

So let's say Indis marries someone else.

I have half a story planned out here (not with intentions to write it, at the moment, though). In my head, there's a Sindarin, sunlight-born elleth who was born in the early second age and died in the third. She has no real concept of the trials and tribulations of the first age and the times before, she grew up very liberal and while she does worship the stars to a degree, she doesn't really believe in following rules because the Valar say so. The Valar are very distant entities for her anyway.

I've called her Elariel, and I have not checked if that name already exists somewhere or means something; it's a nice sounding place-holder for the moment.

So, Elariel is reborn in the third age, and meets up with some friends who sailed or were reborn around the same time, and they explore Valinor. They come to Valimar and per chance meet Indis, who gives them a guided tour. Especially Indis and Elariel hit it off, and the Sindar invite her to see their community. Indis agrees.

In the next years, they meet again and again, until Elariel and Indis spend almost all their time together. They get along great. Indis likes that Elariel doesn't judge her past, that she gets along great with Findis and Finarfin (and potentially further children that are reborn), that she does not seem hemmed in by society and expectations, living by her own moral code not to harm anyone else, but to live the life you choose. Elariel likes Indis beauty, her intelligence, her willingness to see things through and accept the consequences, her stubborness and decisiveness, her vast knowledge.

Nothing else happens, until one day they are visiting Findis, who is leading a hermit-life in the mountains (I don't remember if it's Fanon or Canon, it's definitely my head canon), who suggests they get married.

Indis is shocked, she did not even think of that. Elariel takes it in stride, while she would like a more physical side of things, by her people's standards they are basically married, and she is also happy with the status quo. There is not much discussion, Indis leaves very confused.

While she is still contemplating the idea, never mind the implications, Findis tells Finarfin that Indis is remarrying (because Findis is of the house of Finwë, and being a hermit does not mean she never meddles.) Finarfin would have preferred to have heard it from Indis herself, but he really likes Elariel, they get along great and she very obviously makes his mother happy. He gives a dumbfounded Indis his blessing.

So it goes. The house of Finwë is still not great at communication, so it takes quite a while to find out that Indis and Elariel never actually agreed to get married, but absolutely everyone likes Elariel and agrees that this is a great idea, actually. Even Miriel thinks that might work out.

(And Finwë, if and when he gets asked, does not really have a leg to stand on, especially as Indis and Elariel are not going to have any more children)

Now how the Valar react, is a different question. And if it actually gets through, whether Finwë gets reborn, too. And then I think we'll have quite a situation when it turns out Finwë and Miriel can't just get back together. And who's supposed to be high king, anyway?

Now while I thought about this concept a lot, any plans to actually write it currently lack someone to discuss this with, because my life is sadly devoid of people liking both the Silmarillion and Fanfiction, so if anyone would like to discuss the concept or has ideas to add, feel free to comment or contact me! The biggest problem of my world building right now is deciding who gets reborn, and when, but the moral and political implications will make it interesting...

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

"... There is... one other option. I don't know why, but it is possible that she could have gotten him into Purgatory. After Eve... well, it's not really used anymore. And it definitely isn't monitored. I just don't know what Lilith would be doing there."

Purgatory? Holy shit!! Guys, we fucking figured it out! Purgatory makes so much sense, it's the final piece of the puzzle! It's a place where neither Vox nor Lucifer could/would look into, it's secure, Alastor definitely couldn't escape or contact anyone there, and she could do basically whatever the fuck she wanted there cause who would question her?

Now, in Christianity, Purgatory is a passing intermediate state after physical death for purifying or purging a soul (Wikipedia ml). Could that have anything to do with it? I do not know, but I'm leaving this here in case it helps. I don't know if she took Alastor there to "purify" his soul or whatever (it didn't work, clearly).

"As for your third question... that's none of your concern"

He didn't deny being hurt! He..didn't deny it..

Aw :(

Why would she torture him, tho? What would be the reason? Also, do you think she took him right after he had his divorce breakup with vox cause he was hurt and sad and vulnerable as fuck and she could hurt him more? Do you think she used Vox against him? Do you think she helped create a bigger rift between them? Maybe she took him because Vox was a distraction from his goal? Im definitely reaching here, but what if Alastor's goal was smth like become the strongest overlord or some shit but he spent so much time with Vox that he just straight up forgot to do the killing part?

There's also the theory that Alastor was supposed to kill Vox once he became an Overlord. It *does* seem weird that Alastor killed all of the other Overlords in his way but Vox, whom he took under his wing.

And also the theory that suggests Lilith wanted an army against heaven for revenge and Alastor was supposed to be her general and he was supposed to get souls for her army but one TV box later and he got distracted?

Idkkkkkkkkkkk Im kicking my feet while writing this im so exciteddfd ahhhhhhh

—bird anon

"Yeah, that's not what Purgatory is. It's an in-between for people that couldn't get into Heaven, but don't quite deserve Hell. It's a moot point since the whole Jesus thing - the whole purpose of that was to make it so that people could get into Heaven, you know, realistically. Eve was the only one that refused to go, but now that she's gone, it doesn't really have a purpose anymore. It's just an empty wasteland."

"He called it an educational retreat - how did you think she 'educated' him? He'd clearly stepped out of line somehow, and this was Lilith punishing him. There's typically two reasons you would torture someone - for fun, or to correct behavior. So, unless Lilith is secretly a raging psychopath that flew under Lucifer's radar, I'm going to assume the latter. But as for what prompted it, I don't know - though I can't imagine Alastor being particularly cooperative, leash or not.

"And that's a cute theory you've got there, but you're wrong. It's not like Alastor killed every Overlord - several, sure - but most of that was before I even arrived in Hell. I think it basically stopped after he became an Overlord, himself, unless someone really got on his nerves. I do remember him killing a couple back when we were friends - one before I became an Overlord that he let me tag along and watch, and another after I became an Overlord, too - and that one I was in on because the asshole had been causing me problems. But the point is, it's not that weird that he didn't kill me - particularly since he's one of the reasons I became an Overlord, in the first place. Also, our friendship fell apart nearly thirty years before his disappearance, so I highly doubt it's related. And we didn't need any help creating a rift between us."

[oswaldsleftbicep]

headcanos for the college life of the boys, pls?😭 (+ what their major would be)

college life

,,,,,anon are you in my head?? i shit you not, this exact scenario has been sitting in my notes app for like a month jskdfnkjs that being said, this will all be based off my own experiences with american universities

i'm actually looking to go back to college! i reapplied for my university, and also applied to another just in case, but i'm anxious to get back to it

lots of changes have been happening lately.

genre: other, crack if you squint

cw: language, no beta we die like men

Lucia

❧ most definitely majors in business or communications, but minors in political science (polisci)

❧ he joined a frat as a first year, got a little freaked out over the hazing part but was in too deep to back out, so he stuck it out

❧ idk how frats work, but he ended up becoming a big to a few freshies in his later years :,)

❧ does debate club/moot court as an extracurricular and comes up with the most bullshit arguments that,, surprisingly make sense

❧ since he has the means and the will, he goes to grad school for his masters degree but goes for something more to do with law or criminal justice, having been inspired by moot court

❧ however, he doesn't go for a phd and doesn't go to law school or anything, settling for a job in local government

Levy

❧ starts out as a regular history major, but by his second year he changes it to specifically military history, with a minor in medieval and early modern studies (mems)

❧ spends most of his time in the history building or at the campus library, where he has a part time job, but he also made it a point to join the university's polo team. anytime he's stress out about something, he'll go and care for the horses

❧ makes regular appointments with his advisor, but they became so frequent that the two of them end up getting coffee once a month and to catch up

❧ most definitely is on the dean's list and graduates with high honors

❧ starts being a ta in the second semester of his third year, and does it every semester following. he's the sort of ta that you either find annoying and insufferable, or you have a massive crush on

❧ goes on to get his masters and phd in military history, concentrating in some probably really obscure period of time

Mefy

❧ kinda a mix between his brothers, he's a polisci and mems double major; he couldn't pick which he liked more so he double majored instead of making one a minor

❧ out of curiosity, he went to go see the theater department's production of the iliad and was enamored at the idea of putting on shows of ancient stories and plays, so he took it on as an extracurricular

❧ he tries to keep his newfound hobby a secret from his brothers, but they eventually find out and come to every one of his shows :,)

❧ he does well in class and participates enough so that the profs all know him by name and are fond of him, but mefy secretly hates most of them, save for his war history prof and the theater director

❧ carried on to grad school, focusing on the politics of war in early and medieval times, but doesn't pursue more than a masters

Oswald

❧ started out as a geography and environmental science (ges) major, but unintentionally selected the bachelor of science path instead of the bachelor of arts path

❧ cue his horror when he sees that he has to take not just bio, but math up to calculus and physics

❧ he tries to push through, he really does, and he comes to enjoy a good chunk of his sciencey classes,,, but eventually it was too much, and he brought it up to his advisor, who suggested to switch to a ba, and poor mans was like "a what??"

❧ but he's doing much better now as a ba, and discovered a new passion for environmental justice!!

❧ got a job working with the campus maintenance crew and helps take care of the landscaping; he also joins the environmental club which helps keep the campus clean and safe, and they also get to work in the compost gardens!

❧ he unfortunately wasn't able to consider grad school due to funding, but with the help of his advisor, he was able to get a certificate and an internship in agriculture!

Kaim

❧ ok it's so hard to imagine this man in college,, he just seems so old to me lol

❧ but we can all agree he most definitely attended an ivy league school, majoring in music and joining the campus orchestra

❧ he also found interest in the culinary program and got a little job with the campus event catering staff to help prepare the food and serve guests at fancy events, and he stuck with it for so long that he became part of their management!

❧ his experience with that job lead him to discover that his university offers a hospitality studies program, and he got his certificate in that

❧ he was also absolutely an ra and enforced his rules so much that he had to be moved to a majority upperclassmen hall because all the freshies loathed him and kept asking admin to change dorm halls lol

❧ got really good grades and made the deans list, and actually got scholarship money to go to grad school, but he just simply didn't want to and was content with his bachelors degree

Mikael

❧ he majored in astronomy, with a minor in linguistics and ancient studies. he originally planned to major in astrophysics, but upon realizing just how much math would be involved, he was repulsed and settled for astronomy

❧ it's not that he can't do math, he very much knows how to and he's incredibly intelligent, he simply just doesn't want to do it lol

❧ he's sort of an enigma on campus, he's got this otherworldly air about him, like he's not from this time; whether that means he's a visitor from the past or future is up to interpretation, but it intimidates the hell out of everyone else that he's mostly left alone

❧ he attends all of the ancient studies and mems events, and he's also in the astronomy club; in fact, he's one of the only members of his club to attend every single meeting without fail, no matter how late in the night it is

❧ attends grad school and gets his masters in ancient linguistics, and later focuses on how ancient civilizations interpreted astronomy and how it affected their culture, which earns him his phd

❧ rubs his phd in lucia's face at any chance he gets, practically forces the man to call him dr. mikael

Ricardo

❧ tried his hardest to pick the easiest major, but none of the classes were interesting to him and his advisor all but begged this man to pick something he's actually interested in; so now he's a war history major lol

❧ he also joins a frat, influenced by media's portrayal of them and assuming that he's gonna party every night and get loads of bodies; however, he doesn't realize that he actually needs to keep a certain gpa to stay in the frat, and that he has rules he needs to follow, so he almost gets kicked out several times

❧ he shapes up pretty well by his second year, which is also when he looks into volunteering with campus police and eventually gets a part time job with them

❧ he does manage to graduate on time, and is more than content with just his bachelors; he told his advisor he'd rather shove a gun up his ass than go to grad school

❧ his advisor, along with all of his profs hated him, and are so happy to see him gone

Noel

❧ surprisingly, he majors in biology and is on the premed track for pharmaceuticals; he has an interest in the medical field, but doesn't want to be a doctor or nurse, so he figured working in a pharmacy or even making medicine would be the way to go

❧ also surprisingly, he's like really good at the more difficult subjects, like organic chemistry. he's flying through the work during discussions, to which his partners are all like "???? teach us???"

❧ unfortunately, he is not a good teacher. he knows the content, he really does, but he cannot for the life of him understand how he got there. "you just,,, do it? like write it all down, and convert it and you're done" i've never taken orgo

❧ it got to a point where the prof was convinced he was cheating, but when they tested him, he was even able to mental math that shit and he was left alone lol

❧ stumbled in on the cosmetology students working on their hair dressing, and was like "can i do that?", scaring the hell out of everyone when did he get here?? but they took him in and he helps them study and practice

❧ other than that, he spends his spare time hanging out in the wellness center or outdoor zen gardens, and he also joined the environmental club to help upkeep the gardens makes sure to hand the smelliest piles of compost to oswald

Lucas

❧ double majors in art history and literature, so he spends a lot of time in the humanities and fine arts buildings

❧ at least five people in all of his classes have a massive crush on him; he's just so pretty and smart and he reads??? awooga!! but most of those crushes dissipate once they try and have a conversation with him, they just can't follow along with his train of thought

❧ speaking of which, his profs either love him or hate him. he'll come up with the most bizarre and elaborate interpretations of texts and art and still somehow have solid reasons to back it up. anytime they have socratic style discussions in class, no one can follow up or argue when he speaks because,,, what the hell did he even just say?

❧ but every now and then, he'll break through to them all and say something that, one, makes sense and, two, is so though provoking and interesting that it leads into an hour long discussion and research party

❧ decided to be an ra in his second year, but ultimately stepped down by the end of that year due to stress. now it's like he did a full 180, breaking every rule he ever enforced, especially the curfew one. it's so common to spot him walking around campus at ungodly hours of the night that he's essentially become a sort of cryptid

❧ he uses his free time volunteering in community service and activism. anytime there's a protest on campus that supports a good cause, he's there the entire time. he'll also help organize events like that, passing around and posting flyers across campus

Kurt

❧ majors in zoology with a minor in environmental studies

❧ i keep picturing my physical geography prof who was so into birds, like a stupid amount, i think the two would get along well

❧ he starts a club that focuses on caring for campus wildlife and making a safe environment for them, be it picking up litter or putting up bird feeders

❧ he runs the campus shoot-your-shot page, and is surprisingly good and matching up submissions and helping people find their person

[mamamittens]

Mittens update: Post Spooktober Event

Now that I've cleared my inbox, it's open again for general usage! (This update is super rambly, apologies in advance)

As of right now, I have a vague plan for just doing little stuff for friends for Christmas and maybe an open suggestion for sexy santa--no ideas how I'd run it, maybe take suggestions and hold a vote? Or just do whoever the hell I like for general enjoyment lol, it's in the THICK of busy season at work so imma try not to do anything too crazy this time.

Feel free to suggest something, no promises, it's just nice to hear about what y'all are interested in.

Perhaps I'll do a few fun fics for my ship. Just for the hell of it. Had the fun idea of two different versions of "Christmas adjacent entity gets (X) to date/give the holiday a chance/whatever Hallmark Bullshit". One for Nikia helping the boys.

Aaaahh, ig it'll be under the cut lol, update highjacked

So!

First version I've talked about before where Izou and Thatch are dangerously close to falling apart in their relationship with each other and their family and require a "Christmas Spirit" to bring it all together. Only to be shocked to find new and old feelings igniting.

Second version is, hilariously, two of Santa's Elves (ig Whitebeard lmao) being punished and ordered to try and bring Proper Holiday Cheer to a random person (Nikia). Very hermit life, no energy to properly celebrate in literally any way, and utterly lonely but too frazzled to notice. It's a tall order, and at first just business, but soon they find themselves getting really invested in helping her live life to the fullest.

(actually that sounds super emotional and like it'd wreck me to write it, so maybe I'll end up with that one lol, call it self care like tough love)

Aaaahh, let's see, I'll need to marinade that a little more cause it literally just popped up in my head. Maybe I'll do small themes for my moot gifts! That sounds fun! Options! So I won't feel so anxious about possibly shoving a bad gift at them...

Other topic! That hitman AU! Maybe I'll work on it this month. Just got word we have to work black Friday (despite being an online retail store, go fuck ourselves if we wanted to get deals or visit out of state ig) and then the Sunday after and Monday is just going to suck ass as will the rest of the week. So imma want to distract myself from how much my job sucks ass at times.

I'm still adjusting to my glasses, though I haven't left the house so it may still make me super dizzy unless I wear the goofy ass coke bottle ones (so upset they're so massive, I don't got enough Rizz to pull off Edna Modes look).

Will need to refresh myself on ongoing fics to try and pick some back up for updates again...

Oh! I'm dressing up as Tom Nook again and handing out star candy! Easy, cheap, and very metal free for work!

Oh! Oh! And I super wasn't expecting Empty Cradles to hit it off so much?!??? It was basically just my silly (super fucked) addition to the event! Did NOT expect it to go so hard! And hit so hard too!

If you ever wonder how I gauge interest, it's usually comments. Likes and (empty) reblogs are nice, but with no context it feels super... Vague? Vaguely positive? Like, I'm sure you liked it, but no idea WHAT you liked or if you just enjoy being supportive.

It's a whole thing.

Anyway, that's about it for me! So! Goodnight! For realzies!

[boqvistsbabe]

Update!!!!!!!!

Hey Y’all!!

Here is the start of hopefully monthly updates. I know in my last update I said I was going to be more consistently here and active. Obviously, that didn’t happen lol. Trying to hold myself to that rn. So this is probably going to be the format for all of my update posts, just so they are easier to follow.

Refresh:

So I am almost completely done with the blog refresh. I think all that is left is updating links and getting some other posts (ex: theme days) made/redone. Most of that got put on the back burner due to how long they were going to take lol. But hopefully, over Spring Break, I’ll be able to get those done (no promises, another thing I’m trying to do, is be more realistic about what I want to get done by when so). 

Writing/Other Content:

Ik I said I’d write more. Once again didn’t really happen. Well, I have written a decent bit, but never finished anything. There is one fic that I am going to try and work on after this week (midterms lol) and have someone look over it (the first time I’ve had a beta reader, look at me go lol). Like the blog as a whole, I am trying to organize my writing, like requests and my ideas and what is going out when etc. (@ any of the other writers if you have any suggestions of what to/where to organize my stuff so it doesn’t get all confusing and mixed up you should def let me know). Speaking of requests, I am going to try and do at least two requests a month. That doesn’t sound like a lot but for me, that feels like something I can realistically do. I will be doing old requests first because even though they are years old at this point, I liked the ideas so I genuinely want to write them. I am still going to be accepting new requests (esp because sometimes that helps spark creativity/help with writer’s block so feel free to send in any ideas!!) but I will try to get those older ones done first. As for any other content (playlists, moodboards, IG edits, drawings, etc.) I am also taking requests for those so feel free to send in any of those requests too. 

Another Blog?!

As of rn the second hockey blog has not been “released”. I want to catch up on things for this blog before I throw that into the mix and try to grow that as well. I am hoping to add that sometime this summer. Also, I do technically have a sideblog already (@samistheman) which is normally where I reblog random things, and I don’t really have tags for that blog I just kinda willy-nilly reblog there (it used to be mostly PJO stuff but now that’s kind of here because of how much of it there is lol).

Life Update:

College is a lot rn. I’m doing 17 credit hours and tbh do not know what possessed me to do that. At first, I was doing pretty good, but now not so much. Like I said earlier I have midterms this week. If y’all didn’t know this, I’m shit at taking tests so not doing great rn. Thankfully one of my classes ends on Sunday so at least I don’t have to worry about that. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life recently that is impacting a lot so trying to navigate that as well. I am moving out in May, which is yes months from now but there is still a lot that I need to do beforehand. Anyway, I’m going to a college hockey game on Thursday and I am super excited. I haven’t been able to go to a game since October. Also little fun update, I’m going on a weekend (work) trip to Boston. Super excited for that. I’ll be getting to go to a Celtics game and a Red Sox game (I’m a Royals girlie tho). I’ve never been to an NBA game so that’s for sure gonna be really cool. I’ve been to many MLB games before but this will be my first at a different stadium. Anyway, I think that is it for this update. Hope y’all are doing well!!

As usual, if y’all ever want to talk dms/inbox are open <3

I am going to tag some moots, I am totally forgetting some people so I am sorry for that (if y'all could reblog that would be amazing)

@2manytabsopen @krugstrash @jimmystrudel @andreburakozy @sidneycrosbyhoe @fallinallincurls @timstuetzle @typical-simplelove @ilyasorokinn @drei-mrssvechii

[psylockexs]

Fun, Drama & Supernatural - Introduction

Hello there, folks \o/! Over at my Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/PsylockeX), I've started, or well continued, my stories that I play. Currently, they're on Pandasama's discord, but not everyone uses discord. So, when talking to my moots a couple of weeks ago, one gave the idea of putting my stories on Tumblr. I thought, double that and do Patreon as well.

So, this is basically a copy/pasta of what's on my Patreon cuz it's the same thing 🤭.

This story is not appropriate for under 18s. It contains strong language, mature themes and at times will have suggestive/explicit images...or as explicit as Patreon (and Tumblr) will allow me to get 🤣. This story may also deal with issues that are triggering to some. I will warn in advance if such themes are covered in a story section.

With that out of the way...I introduce THE MITSUHIDE DYNASTYYYYYY! 🎊🎊

 Jinx Mitsuhide & Caleb Vatore

Jinx mastered her control over ice and cold, eventually befriending Caleb Vatore, an ancient vampire from The Forgotten Hollow. Caleb forgot to feed one day, and Jinx offered her neck. As a result, Jinx was turned into a vampire, and the two married soon after when their bond deepened. They had triplets, one of whom also has two sons with extraordinary power. 

Jinx sports blue hair (which is natural by the way) and deep blue eyes, due to her ice affinity. Caleb also has brown eyes with light brown hair which he keeps tied up. In their dark form, Jinx sports white eyes, while Caleb has near-ruby red eyes.

Lin Mitsuhide

Lin Mitsuhide is the oldest sister of Jinx, and the eldest daughter of the dynasty. In the years following her father's passing, she developed pyrokinesis (fire powers) as a result of her lineage. She married a man called J Huntington and had 3 sons with him. J, being an otherworldly being, relinquished his powers and passed on, after which Lin learnt he really wasn't of this world.

Lin's sons, JJ and Vincenzo, married a lycan and a vampire respectively. Vincenzo has twins, a son named Mikhail and a daughter named Audrey. Both are very powerful vampires, strengthened by the fact they are twins. You'll see one of them later.

Lin has fire red hair and deep red eyes which reflect light as a red hue. Not only can she wield fire, she can also bend minds to her will. She is one of the strongest witches to walk the earth in this era 😯.

The Date-Collette pack

Sean Collette is the guy with the fingerless gloves and black hair. He's a vampire warlock, born of a spellcaster and a vampire. That vampire is Jasmine Vatore. Yes, daughter of Caleb and Jinx. Sean carries very strong genes that only strengthen as the generation goes on. His sapphire blue eyes and slotted irises in his dark form are a physical demarcation of this fact.

Guy in the grey hoodie is Kiyoshi Ito. He's the son of the Ito family that's well known in Mount K. Not only is he basically the textbook 'rich family's son', he is also a descendant of a supernatural race called The Awakened or Awoken (totally not borrowing that from Destiny 😇🤣). He sports ice white eyes and unusually pale skin, which indicates his ice affinity. Him and Sean are married to Hina, who has a daughter with Sean named Luna. (Side note: Polyamory is very common place in this story, especially among supernatural beings XD).

Now, who's the other guy? 🤔

Mikhail Huntington

Probably someone you should keep away from...just saying...👀...XD

Anyway. Mikhail Huntington is Vincenzo Huntington's son, therefore...Lin's grandson. He's a vampire, and not just any vampire for that reason. Because of Lin's mastery over telepathy and psychic energy, Mikhail manifested a version of this power in a different way. He has the ability to manipulate and induce lust. Many in the supernatural community think he's really an incubus...they're wrong, but hey 🤭.

He wields this power almost too well, swaying any situation in his favor and laughing at people's embarrassed reactions. His powers work whether the target is attracted to him or not. He's able to reach into people's minds and manipulate their perception of him. So, if he want to appear to you like a bat, he'll make that happen. Regardless of his kinky nature, he's quite the gentleman and is very skilled in detective deduction. If you need something to be snuffed out, ask him. Just don't fall for his charms 🤭.

Mikhail sports red hair, inherited from his father and white eyes in his dark form. In his human form, he has blue eyes. He has a body tattoo and wears sexy chokers along with his hoodies. Due to his immense power, he also has 4 fangs instead of just 2. In addition to this, he's also part of Hina's pack 🤭.

So! These are the main players in the story. Yes, there are much more characters than this, but these are the main peeps. Next post will be a recap of the story so far. Stay tuned! 😀