#string of nickels

[lostintheuniverseslies]

Andrew's Agenda (A Quiet Little Seedling One-Shot)

Plants listed in order as mentioned:

Goldfish Plant

String of Turtles

String of Nickels

Hoya Hindu Rope

Watermelon Dischidia

Peperomia Hope

Trailing Watermelon Begonia

Burro’s Tail

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Halloween Town

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

That thing he does with the side of his mouth

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Foreshadowing is a literary device—

[gallade-x-treme]

Do you think you'll be able to forget?

[crossbackpoke-check]

Fixed point (mathematics) // The History of Perspective // "Point of Disappearance", Dennis Held // How the Hughes hockey family stays grounded // Fixed Point Photography-- // "Portrait of A.", Tung-Hui Hu // Mic'd Up | Hughes NHL 25 cover shoot // "Burnt Norton", T.S. Eliot // "Circuitry", Janine Joseph // Bruce Bennett // Nick Wass // from obedience [maybe one day, during a point in time], kari edwards // Bill Rapai // "Errand Upon Which We Came", Stephanie Strickland // Benchmark (surveying)

art kid luke hughes

[willyoubemycherryy]

Counting Licks (Bo Chow x Reader)

Summary: He does bite- never too hard though…

Contains: smut, giving a bitch sum head or sum, minimal plot, no I genuinely mean it, oral (f. receiving), kissing, dirty talk, refers to the 🐱 as ‘her’, he’s feral for the cookie, pussydrunk Bo, biting, petnames, “I ain’t never date no man who ain’t suck me off the bone”, BITINGGGG, public, but u guys are alone, I saw sinners again last night and this is the product so good luck

A/N- if you see a mind running around that looks lost, it’s mine. Leave it be.

+ with @bochowswife and @taylormarieee in mind🥰🎀

*Takes place in the ‘fix it’ universe

.♡

The club had been open for weeks and had been a bigger success than originally planned.

It was kind of an unspoken rule that anyone in attendance didn’t mention the incident from that night, it being “bad mojo” and all that and people were only too happy to put it behind them.

Another thing that happened by the end of the first week was the switch from plantation credits to actual money or change. Quarters, dimes, nickels, were all welcome as long as it could spend. They changed it in a way that business wasn’t affected but worked for the locals. Now, prices were different depending on what they was drinking and that did wonders for money flow. So much in fact, that they needed help managing it all.

That’s where you and Bo come in.

Managing his own store and such, Bo was good with numbers- quick too- a trusted friend of the twins, and he’d been there to help them set up since day 1. So when the twins asked him to do the till counts during near end of the first half of the night, it was an easy yes. Surprisingly enough, Smoke and Stack were on the same page with not minding Bo bringing you into the office with him while he worked; claiming you kept him focused and that was that but….

Bo was supposed to be counting the tills and you were supposed to keep him focused.

“Mmmm, she’s so sweet baby”,

Bo purrs in that heady southern drawl before he laps another firm drag up your slit. “Nice n’ wet f’me..”.

A debauched moan bubbles deep from your chest as Bo slurps your clit into his mouth with a drunken hum. The vibrations make your head spin, lower stomach tensing up as you try to ground yourself before you lose your mind but Bo doesn’t let up- can’t bring himself to. Not when you coat his mouth with your taste looking like the answer to every prayer he’s ever prayed with full lips and wide eyes that constantly looked at him like you didn’t just want him but needed him.

He groans, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you, smacking his lips hungrily as his hands help themselves to your curves and god- you melt. Much like ice would under the heat of the devil’s tongue only faster this time because pleasure is always better when business is meant to be the goal. Tingling nips to your thighs trail back up slowly to your wetness and you suck in a deep breath through your teeth, heavy arousal licking flames across your skin making you sweat. The music outside was loud enough to drown out your activities which was great because Bo was aiming to suck you off the bone.

Gripping the fat of your hip, he pulls you closer against his open mouth- tongue wet, hot, and insistent as he hungrily licks inside you. The pleasure is crushing and your hands find his hair, petting and messing at it weakly while you gasp and whine in bliss. Bo takes your throbbing bud in his mouth again, lapping stroke after stroke against the underside of your clit before rolling it between his teeth and you jolt as he bites down with just enough pressure for the pain to warm before he soothes it with a heavy lave of his tongue and you cry out so hard it feels like your chest is caving in.

“B-Bo! We-, the t-ti- fuuuck!” You can’t even string a sentence together with the way he’s taking you apart, sucking your clit like a piece of candy before rolling the sensitive swollen nub back between his teeth and you’re shaking. Eyes fluttering back as the most pitiful choked out sobs you’ve ever heard from yourself fall from your lips as you grind up into his handsome face.

It’s as if you’re floating. His hands are so big and rough- strong and everywhere. You might be crying for real now. Bo’s so hard that the blood rush makes his ears ring but he couldn’t be bothered to pay that any mind.

Not when you’re so close.

“Thaaat’s it sweet thing..”

And you’re crying and stuttering in that sweet, pretty, way you did whenever you got real close-your hips bucking up into his greedy maw and he can feel the way your leaking hole twitches under his tongue and he growls. A hand leaves your hips in favor of stuffing three of his fingers knuckle deep inside your spasming cunny as he catches your clit and bites- flattening his tongue to soothe the pain sweetly and he’s so sloppy with it as his fingers lazily stretch you open that you can’t take it anymore. It’s too good- too much.

The slutty arch of your back doesn’t make your orgasm any easier to bear as it tears clean through you, coming so hard you hear sight. Heart beating through your chest as you scream, spraying his thick fingers and sinful mouth with a hot burst of your slick. It gives Bo goosebumps as he moans into your flushed skin, mouth working even harder as he laps up your release. Even sucking you off his fingers before rushedly undoing his pants and jerking his fat throbbing shaft off with that same hand. Burying his head back to finish cleaning you up, the sweet taste and smell is so fucking good- so heady- that he’s coming minutes later into the hand that’s soaked with you, resting his head against your thigh while you catch your breath and wait for your senses to realign so you can convince him to take you home.

Till counting long forgotten.

[mortalityplays]

You need more free art.

I quit my job yesterday. Well, actually I quit my job eight weeks ago, but they finally released me yesterday for good behaviour. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do - but I do it for the wrong reasons. Working for major charities, you learn very fast that 'I want to make the world a better place' is a phrase you use to ask people for money, not to give them things. I was an ass-backwards fit for that world.

You need more free art. I need more free art. Everyone has felt the shift in our media landscape over the last ten years, away from access and towards nickel-and-diming the human experience. That lack of access is making life and culture worse for all of us, across the board. Paywalled news sites leave us less informed, attacks on the Internet Archive leave us less capable of research. Algorithmic social feeds and streaming walled gardens trap us inside smaller and smaller demographic bubbles, where we are increasingly only likely to encounter ideas that have been curated for us by marketing departments. Hasty efforts to resist AI commodification have only led to more artists locking their work away and calling for even more onerous systems of copyright law. This is not good for us.

We all need more free art.

So what am I going to do about it?

This is a question I have been asking myself for years. It's easy to sit here feeilng frustrated and thinking 'boy I hope SOMEONE does SOMETHING'. It's harder to take action in a world where I still have rent to pay. But hard doesn't mean impossible. Sometimes hard just means time-consuming, frustrating and slow. And sometimes it's worth doing something time-consuming, frustrating and slow because...I want to make the world a better place.

I'm going to do this:

1. From April 1st, I am relaunching as a freelance writer and editor.

This is the one that will (hopefully) help to pay the bills. I am a very good and experienced editor. I've worked on hollywood movies, I'm a member of the Chartered Institute of Editors and Proofreaders, I have clients who have been coming to me exclusively for more than 10 years.

Alongside bigger contract jobs, I am going to refocus on offering my services to small-press creators at a reduced rate. That means you, graphic novelists. That means you, itch and amazon writers. I want to help you develop your work, the same way I help large organisations. You can learn more about what an editor even does and what kind of pricing you can expect here.

2. I'm also going to start giving shit away. Like, constantly.

Next week I'm going to launch a new free shop. If you're unfamiliar, a free shop, giveaway shop, swap shop, etc. is an anarchist tradition of setting up a storefront where anyone can take what they like for no cost. Offline, this often means second-hand clothes, tools, furniture, food etc. Online, I am going to be giving away digital art. Copyright-free, no strings attached. It will (eventually) feature everything from print-res posters to zines, poems, tattoo flash, t-shirt designs and anything else we come up with.

Yes, I said 'we' - while this is a curated collection, it will feature work from a variety of credited and anonymous artists and activists, all of whom have agreed to give their work away to the public domain. Some of it will be practical, some of it will be political, but a lot of it will be decorative or personal. This is, in part, a response to recent difficulty I had finding somewhere that would print a one-off joke poster for a friend that featured the word 'faggot'. Enough. No middlemen - no explaining ourselves. Just print our shit and enjoy it.

I'm very, very excited about this project. I'll have more to say about it closer to the launch, but you can expect it to go live on March 27th.

2.2 I forgot to mention the ACTUAL LAUNCH GIVEAWAY

To celebrate my launch, I am going to be giving away a ton of physical prints. When I went looking for my old stock to see if it was worth setting a new (paid) storefront up, I realised I had way more old work in storage than I thought. This will be announced in its own right on Monday, but this is why I've been hinting you should go follow my Patreon.

On April 1st, I will pick 8 random patrons (from across all tiers including non-paying followers!) and mail them a bundle of assorted prints and postcards. The prize pool includes A3 and A4 posters, packs of A6 postcards, and printed minicomics that I've previously sold for up to £12 each.

You don't have to be a paying subscriber to enter - this is strictly no-purchase necessary. It is purely and entirely a celebration of the concept of GIVING ART AWAY FOR FREE.

3. PORN, YOU PERVERTS

Because I still have to pay to stay alive, I am going to be subsidising all this free art with the introduction of Fuck You Fridays. Starting from March 29th, I will drop a new 18+ short story on the last Friday of every month, over on itch.io (yes I know my page is desolate right now, don't worry I'll get there).

The first edition, Go Fuck Yourself, is about, well - telling your boss where to stick it. Julia has had it with her millionaire man-child manager, and is just about ready to let him know what she really thinks. It's a short and steamy 5k words, with a gorgeous cover illustration by @taylor-titmouse, and you can pick it up for $3 starting from March 29th.

4. ANOTHER BIG SURPRISE

I'm keeping this one under wraps for now, but April 1st will also play host to one more (FREE) launch. If you've been following me for a long time, you might remember the other significance of this date (no not April Fool's day, though that is certainly thematically relevant to this entire effort). That's all I'll say right now. Watch this space.

tl;dr: I'm sick of paywalls and career ladders. I'm literally putting my money where my mouth is. More free art for everyone and I'm not kidding around!!!

[the-mortuary-witch]

SPELLS

MAKE SURE TO CLEANSE YOUR SPACE, TOOLS, AND JARS BEFORE STARTING ANY SPELL. I WILL ALSO UPDATE THIS POST MORE OFTEN WHEN I FIND MORE SPELLS.

REGULAR SPELLS:

REDUCING STRESS SPELL:

• Take a small white taper candle.

• Spread oils and herbs on your candle that are associated with relaxation.

• Light it with intention.

GAINING MONEY SPELL:

You will need:

• A full moon.

• A coin (any silver coin, like a nickel, dime, or quarter).

Position the coin so that the light of the moon shines into it. Gently sweep your hands just above the surface, symbolically gathering the moons silver.

While doing this say:

“Lovely Lady of the moon, bring to me your wealth right soon. Fill my hands with silver and gold. All you give, my hands can hold.”

Repeat this 3 times - leave the coin there until morning, then keep it in your pocket.

REMOVING TOXICITY FROM YOUR LIFE SPELL:

• Lemon (only use half.)

• Salt.

• Chili flakes.

• Two white candles.

• String (tie around both candle.)

• Light with intention and as the cord cuts between both candles, visualize all toxicity being removed from your life. That includes people and situations.

SIMPLE HAPPINESS SPELL:

• Cleanse white tea candle before taking it out of the tin.

• Pour mint, lemon balm, and dried orange pieces into the tin.

• Put the candle back in the tin.

• Carve the Wunjo (for joy, harmony, bliss, and fulfillment) into the candle.

• Light your candle when you need some happiness in your life.

REMOVE SELF-DOUBT SPELL CANDLE:

• Cleanse a small blue taper candle.

• Make a herbal blend of: rosemary, basil, lavender, calendula, thyme, sage, and nettle.

• Anoint your candle then dress it with the herbal blend.

• Add citrine and amethyst crystals in front of the candle before lighting it.

• Meditate while you let the candle burn out completely as you let those self-doubts go.

ANTI-SEASONAL DEPRESSION SPELL CANDLE:

• Cleanse half an orange and small white taper candle.

• Place candle in the middle of the orange.

• Sprinkle cinnamon, ginger, rosemary, thyme, juniper berries, and rose around the candle and on the orange.

• Light your candle and let it burn it out completely.

FULL MOON SPELL:

• Cleanse small white taper candle.

• Make a herbal blend of: cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, rosemary, mint, basil, and thyme.

• Anoint your candle then dress it with the herbal blend.

• Write your manifestations on bay leaves before using string to tie them to the candle.

• Sprinkle salt around the candle before placing clear quartz and moon water in front of your candle.

• Light your candle and let it burn out completely during the full moon.

PROTECTION SPELL CANDLE:

• Cleanse a small black taper candle before lighting the bottom and sticking it onto a waterproof tray.

• Pour moon water in the tray and sprinkle salt, sage, rosemary, black pepper, cloves, and crushed up egg shells into the water.

• Light with intention and let your candle burn out completely.

SPELL JARS:

MENTAL STRENGTH SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Place a protection symbol under your jar.

• Salt.

• Rosemary.

• Chamomile.

• Cinnamon.

• Rose petals.

• Protection symbol then placed on top of all the ingredients, the symbol should be facing upward.

• Red candle wax to seal the jar.

SELF LOVE SPELL JAR:

• Either a small or heart shaped jar.

• Rose petals.

• Dried lavender.

• Himalayan salt.

• A love note to yourself.

• Essential oils (rose, jasmine, bergamot, or ylang ylang).

• Honey.

• Rose quartz (tiny ones).

• Rosemary.

• Pink candle wax to seal the jar.

SUCCESS SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Cinnamon.

• Basil.

• Intention/petition.

• Star anise.

• Ginger.

• Orange peel.

• Sea salt.

PROTECTION SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Salt.

• Obsidian (tiny ones).

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Rosemary (break it up then place in the jar to save space).

• Cloves.

• Cinnamon.

• Thyme.

• Lavender.

• Rose (preferably two mini roses).

• Black wax to seal the jar as you focus on your intention to infuse the jar.

• Keep the jar in your home or carry it with you.

GOOD HEALTH SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Cinnamon.

• Rosemary.

• Lavender.

• Garlic.

• Amethyst.

• Green wax to seal the jar.

• Keep the spell jar close by and draw its healing energy when needed.

GET A JOB SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Money rice.

• Cinnamon.

• Bay leaf plus dream job written on it.

• Seal with green wax.

• Visualize the moment you get your new job.

MOTIVATION SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Cinnamon.

• Coffee.

• Rosemary.

• Bay leaf plus intention written on it.

• Seal with orange or white wax.

PROSPERITY SPELL JAR:

• Green aventurine (tiny ones).

• Citrine.

• Thyme.

• Basil.

• Mint.

• Cinnamon.

• Coins.

• Cloves.

TRANQULITY SPELL JAR

• Chamomile.

• Salt.

• Lavender.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Fluorite.

• Seal with white wax.

ANTI-BAD VIBE SPELL JAR:

• Bay leaves.

• Cloves.

• Mugwort.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Salt.

• Chamomile.

• Seal with red wax.

PRODUCTIVITY SPELL JAR:

• Cinnamon.

• Cloves.

• Citrine (tiny ones).

• Rosemary.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Seal with yellow wax.

CREATIVITY SPELL JAR:

• Citrine.

• Lapis lazuli.

• Jasmine.

• Cinnamon.

• Honey suckle.

• Unakite (tiny ones).

• Rosemary.

• Black pepper.

• Pine.

• Seal with a mix of yellow and orange wax.

FERTILITY SPELL JAR:

• Red clover.

• Hibiscus petals.

• Cinnamon.

• Jasmine.

• Rhodonite.

• Moonstone.

• Garnet.

• Seal with a mix of pink and white wax.

SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS SPELL JAR:

• Thyme.

• Salt.

• Rosemary.

• Tiger’s Eye (tiny ones).

• Smoky quartz (tiny ones).

• Green aventurine (tiny ones).

• Citrine (tiny ones).

• Seal with purple wax.

ANTI-DEPRESSION SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Pepper.

• Cayenne.

• Lavender.

• Orange.

• Quartz (tiny ones).

• Rose quartz (tiny ones).

• Seal with orange wax.

DIVINE MASCULINE SPELL JAR:

• Mint.

• Ginger.

• Turmeric.

• Salt.

• Tiger’s Eye (tiny ones).

• Garnet (tiny ones).

• Sunstone (tiny ones).

• Seal with a mix of blue and red wax.

DIVINE FEMININE SPELL JAR:

• Himalayan salt.

• Red clover.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Rose quartz (tiny ones).

• Moonstone (tiny ones).

• Seal with blue wax.

ANXIETY RELEASE SPELL JAR:

• Sea salt.

• Lavender.

• Chamomile

• St. John’s Wort.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Rhodonite (tiny ones).

• Seal with blue wax.

PET PROTECTION SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Rosemary.

• Cloves.

• Hair from your pet.

• Pentagram oil (olive or jojoba oil, add dried herbs including rosemary, sage, and frankincense for protection and purification, and essential oils like myrrh, cedarwood, and lavender. Store in a cool and dry place, plus keep away from children and pets.)

• Seal with black wax, to add potency, infuse the oil with a small pentagram charm, then allow it to charge for a full lunar cycle before using it.

[whatisamildopinion]

was talking last night with @actual-sleeping-beauty about my headcanon for tiefling culture about how it's very common to decorate your horns with jewelry, especially gifts from friends and family. and I do think Fig would be like one of those people that wears ten million homemade bracelets but like. for her horns. explanation of the specific horn bracelets she has under the cut

Gorthalax: he's actually the first person to gift Fig a horn bracelet, because he's the one who knows about the tradition. he gifts her what is actually an old horn bracelet of his that doesn't fit anymore, as part of a sentimental family kind of thing. it's very traditional hell, heat-proof gold and rubies and its one of her fancier ones

Kristen: she's the second to get in on this, in the more traditional sense, because best believe that Kristen Applebees knows how to make friendship bracelets. she's made so many. she makes the first one for fig in freshman year and makes it very bright oranges and reds to be supportive of her rocker friend. (she also makes some veryyy corn yellow ones, because it's the type of string she has the most of)

Riz: he's next on the friendship bracelet train because Penny taught him how to make every kind of complicated friendship bracelet pattern under the sun. he is scarily good at it. (rogue dexterity makes for absurd textile skills apparently.) he gifts Fig like twenty different super complicated patterned ones and she adores them all, but this one is the one she uses the most

Adaine: she makes a more subdued, woven bracelet after Riz and Kristen show her how in their attempts to Give Adaine Childhood Experiences. nevermind that Riz and Kristen are not exactly experts on this. Adaine is not naturally gifted at this so she makes a bunch of fucked-up bracelets that she's very embarrassed of but fig is like "NO I LOVE THEM YOU CAN'T THROW THEM AWAY." she uses the later, more refined bracelets more but she stubbornly keeps all of Adaine's bracelets, even the ugly ones. you can pry them out of her cold dead hands

Gorgug: enlists his parents to help embed some fake pearls into a little nickel backing and make it heat resistant, to make her a nice little pearly one for her birthday. he's so so nervous about it because it's a little more formal but when fig opens the gift she loves it so much she cries. her name is engraved along the inside with a little flower

Fabian: my boy uses his proficiency in glass blowing to make some beautiful little glass beads and string them up on a chain to make her most rattly horn bracelet. she adores it and plays with it all the time. it's like a fidget toy for her. he also used fancy, super expensive enchanted glass to enchant it to so that it can never fall off her horn on accident, which she also loves

Sandra Lynn (and Gilear): this is a moonar yulenear gift that fig gets in freshman year, after the other bad kids have started gifting fig bracelets, and Sandra Lynn is trying to show more support for fig, albeit stumblingly. she gets her a very nice matching set of horn bracelets with a chain between, and kind of tacks Gilear's name onto the gift. freshman year fig is So Mad still that she doesn't wear it until after Family in Flames, but she does break it out for the Prompocalypse, and after that it's a semi-permanent jewelry piece for her

[bonus-links]

Director’s commentary please? Also Wake and Tetra holding hands and Slate finding the castle familiar ghfggf…

HELLO sorry I'm late! update here

I think in hindsight I needed to fix the levels on this update bc it's a little dark lol. I always try to check on multiple screens and multiple different lighting conditions before I post, but sometimes my eyes get too adjusted lol. anyway if it's hard to see details this update my apologies

holding hands for moral support <3 i imagine it's not easy for either of them to be back here

Linebeck staying on the ship lol. I'm going to be so real, he was supposed to go into the castle with them, but he didn't have much dialogue and I just really didn't want to draw a 6th person 😭 There was also a scene that was meant to go before this where Wake and Linebeck have a conversation, which was literally the whole reason he was in this chapter and greatly pained me to cut. I think I might still make it a bonus comic if I have time for it. anyway I rlly planned for Linebeck to actually have a point in this chapter and it ended up just not materializing HAHA rip linebeck im sorry

Slate can't help but remember that the last time he stepped up to decrepit haunted castle he rlly thought he was gonna die. This is a shot of Slate hesitating in front of Hyrule Castle just before the final confrontation with Ganon. it's one of the only times he wears the champion's tunic, as a specific tribute to The Other Guy. Anyway Slate has to laugh be what are the odds of being in this situation twice across millenia. he has 2 nickels

also the repeated Big Scary Dark Doorway.

On that note, this is the same BG as the conversation with Ganondorf, just scaled back and recolored.

my biggest goal with this update in was to emphasize the Wrongness of the castle being on the surface. It's also kind of, like, anticlimactic. What would usually be a puzzle dungeon or a big action set piece is just kind of. hollow and empty and damaged.

a lot of people have pointed out this panel break as clever, but it's actually not the first time I've pulled this trick lol! I didn't add the little strings this time tho bc well. mostly be the portal technically was not supposed go through the floor, so I felt it'd look weird if I added them. the example from the prologue has the advantage of being a midshot lol so the effect works slightly better imo

what's with me and statues huh

speaking of which i have a confession. recently I was replaying WW with my baby cousins and I got to the part in Hyrule Castle at the very very end and realized. the the hero of time statue is like completely knocked down and broken on the ground. which uh. is clearly not the case here. and has been one of the biggest visual motifs of this entire chapter. whoops lol

and finally, some close-ups of all the little guys

that's all I got for now! There's one more double update left and ch2 is done!!

[seungkw1]

car ride (again) — bsk

♡ pairing: boo seungkwan x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni]♡ wc: 0.8k ♡ warnings: car sex, unprotected piv sex (do not do this), dry humping, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, fingers in mouth, holding cum in pussy (is there a word for this?? idk), pet names (baby, pretty girl) ♡ a/n: if i had a nickel for every time boo seungkwan posted an insane ass photo of him in a car and i lost my mind and had to write a fic about it, i would have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. {part two to car ride}

Ever since you sucked your boyfriend’s cock in the backseat of the car while in the middle of a ride for the first time, you've wanted to do it again. One day, you finally have a long enough ride to do some fooling around - but perhaps you both take it a bit too far.

As soon as the car took off, Seungkwan was all over you. 

He had just returned from almost a week-long business trip. He got in very late last night, when you were already asleep - and you both had a commitment together the next morning. So, you hadn't had a chance for any quality time yet. 

“Come here, baby,” he speaks softly as he pulls you from your side of the backseat to his. He grabs your thigh, pulling you over onto his lap, facing him. He grabs your sides, caressing your ass as he draws you into an impassioned kiss. 

“I missed you,” you breathe into his mouth between kisses. 

“I missed you too, darling.”

His low, grumbly voice makes your stomach do a flip. He is incredibly turned on right now. 

“Let me make you feel good baby,” you whisper into his ear, grabbing his bulge through his trousers. You go to slide onto your knees, but he grips onto your hips, holding you in place. 

“Not today baby,” he tells you. “I’m gonna make my pretty girl feel good first.”

He reaches one hand around to your front, sliding his fingers beneath your skirt, finding your clit through your panties. You whimper at the light stimulation, immediately craving more - you begin to rock your hips back and forth upon his fingertips. You go slow, dragging out each motion with desperate moaning. He slips his fingers into your panties and into your wet cunt. You begin to ride his fingers - you feel your pussy instantly start to drip, coating his hand with your slick. He pulls them out of you far too soon - you whine, but he inserts his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, lapping up your own juices. You feel his cock beneath your clothed core, grown quite hard already. You start to grind against him, your clit pulsating at the sensation, feeling like you want to cum already. He retrieves his fingers from your mouth, sliding his palm around to clasp onto the back of your neck, pulling you into another deep kiss. Within mere minutes, the overwhelming stimulation overtakes your body - your orgasm pulses through you, causing you to let out a shamelessly loud series of moans. 

“S-Seungkwan,” you cry out, clinging to him tight as you ride out your high. He wriggles in the seat beneath you, clearly also very close to cumming. You breathe heavily, heart racing as you recover, your body slumped into his. 

“Baby,” he mumbles. “Wanna cum in your pretty little pussy.”

You shift back, sitting upon his quads as he hastily unbuckles his pants. His cock is straining, leaking with precum as he pulls it out of his underwear. Quickly he slides your panties over and pulls you forward, sitting your entrance upon his tip. You try to lower yourself slowly, but he slips right inside your soaking hole.

“Oh fuckkkkkk,” Seungkwan growls. You begin to ride him, slowly, causing his head to flop back against the headrest. 

“God, your pussy feels incredible,” he moans into your ear as he holds you tight against him. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up.”

As soon as the words depart his lips, you feel his cock pulsate as hot bursts of cum paint your insides. He groans, letting out a pathetic string of noises. After several more rough thrusts he grabs you by the waist, holding you down on his cock, finishing his last few spurts. The warm cum drips down his cock, making a sticky mess on the fabric of his underwear. 

He slowly lifts you off his length - you cry out at the sudden lack of fullness. He lays you down on the seat, your legs spread open showing off your cum-filled pussy. 

“So pretty,” he says, dragging his nails up your inner thigh, causing you to squirm. Suddenly, you feel the car decelerate, then come to a full stop. 

“Shit, we’re here already?” he grumbles, carefully tucking his cock back into his pants, making sure to avoid getting cum on on the crisp black outer fabric. 

“I have some tissues in my purse,” you inform him, starting to reach for the bag. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. He then reaches for your panties, pulling them back over your drenched cunt. 

“Actually, love,” he tells you, patting your throbbing clit, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. “I need you to hold that in there for me. Don’t let a single drop out until we get home.” 

[princessbrunette]

all of a sudden, jj suddenly felt severely underdressed in his black muscle tank and cargo shorts. it’s not that he hadn’t been in a strip club before, he’d just never come to see pogue!bunny!reader at her place of work.

you’d left your shoes at the chateau after one of the many infamous pogue parties that you’d been invited to. if it were any other kind of cheap shoes, you’d probably just said forget about it. but for some bizarre reason, you’d worn some of your prettiest shoes that cost you an arm and a leg from the bills thrown your way at the club, so you’d been damned if you let those just get tossed in the trash because guys don’t know the value of things.

jj had actually used it as an excuse to slide into your instagram dms. shooting you a super casual ‘hey, left your shoes at the chateau. want em back?’ to which you responded ‘my hero!!!! <3’ and so on. anyway, the agreement was — he’d bring your shoes to you on your break.

it’s not as grimy on the inside as it is on the outside, but he doesn’t have much time to look around before he’s hearing the slapping of bare feet through the hallway — and suddenly a scantily dressed figure is throwing itself into his arms in the dimly lit space.

“holy— jesus christ.” he catches you anyway, though you can tell he doesn’t know where to put his hands, settling on the fat just beneath your ass. he swore you were put on this earth to tempt him.

“you came!” you smile in that melodic voice, unhardened by your surroundings. hell, he nearly did come.

“well, you called.” he shrugs, trying to be all nonchalant about it. he swings the shiny pink heels around his fingers and you squeal, taking them from him. “yeah— so, uh— if that’s all i could probably just see myself ou—” he juts a thumb towards the exit, going to stuff one hand in his pocket and missing all together as he backs away. he wasn’t sure why he was being so awkward, aside from the fact you were just stood infront of him wearing a tiny little triangle bra and a g string.

“stay!” your brows furrow adorably and it physically pains his chest, infact — he’s pretty sure he had a physical reaction, face screwing up with a wince. how does one tell the girl he’s attracted to that if he stays any longer he will pop a hard on? “s’the least i can do. come watch the show. i can hook you up with wings and some beers for free?” you bat your faux-lashes, the glitter on your cheekbone glowing in the low lighting as you tilt your head sweetly, putting on a show to convince him.

“wings, beer n’ boobs? you’re talkin’ my language young lady.” he smirks, unable to hide his usual ways and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“yay, follow me!” you grip his hand, long acrylics scratching against his wrist and he rolls his lips together, eyes practically following each jiggle of your ass cheek as you walk before he even realises he’s in the main section. you settle him in, a little booth that usually probably occupies pervy businessmen— which really makes the blonde feel out of place. he came alone, and now he was sat here — occupying a booth. what kind of creep comes to watch strippers alone?

he’s about to jump up and make up an excuse to leave in pure embarrassment, but you’re smoothing your hands along his shoulders, batting your lashes and telling him you wish you could stay and chat but you’ve gotta go dance, and that his wings and beer will be coming soon. he blinks at you, under a trance and settles into the worn and suspiciously sticky leather arm chair.

soon you’re up on that stage and he wants to sink into the fucking ground. you’re unbelievably hot, and now it’s like something out of a porno he made in his mind, watching you saunter around the pole, dropping down to the ground and arching your back, shaking the meat of your ass effortlessly as faceless men throw money your way. he had nothing to throw but some receipts and old nickels in his pockets and he didn’t think you’d appreciate that — which didn’t matter anyway, because he was somewhat stuck to his seat.

he lifts his hands to adjust his cap before realising he’s not wearing one, and just as he realises his dick is sitting hot, heavy and hard in his shorts— you’re off stage, bounding over with everything jiggling. lord help him.

he thinks he might die when you clamber confidently onto his lap, straddling him front on.

“so how was it jayj did you like it? i know it’s a lil’ weird seeing me up there, i’m your friend n’all but was the song choice good atleast?” you tilt your head like a befuddled puppy dog before wriggling around— crotch to cock. “oh, nevermind. i can feel that you’re like super hard so i take it that you liked the show!” you smile, like you’d just said the most innocent sentence in the world. jj blinks, lips agape.

“uh— y—no, yeah it was… well, y’know. the body doesn’t lie.” he bucks his hips lightly in gesture before immediately internally questioning why he’d do something so creepy. luckily, you giggle — but he’s not sure if it’s because you liked it or because you’re well trained.

“well, next time you get paid come get a lapdance i’ll fix that problem jayj, even give you a discount.” you let that giggle slip through again, but there’s a breathiness to your tone that feels all too real. his brows jump up, eyes flickering unashamedly to your tits as you lean forward to his ear. “or jus’ get me drunk again next weekend? will probably do it for free ‘cus i like you.” you admit, looking all nervous when you pull back. you just shook your ass on stage, yet jj maybank was making you flustered.

“for sure. yeah uh— can… can definitely do that. yep.” he plays it calm and collected, sees you out with another bone crushing hug against your tits before speed walking to his company truck that he drove over here. his shift was over, so he wasn’t rushing to get back to work. moreso to beat off in the parking lot thinking about pulling that g-string of yours to the side.

[starsbythepocketful]

Tell me how it's hard for you Like a nickel on strings and your good old Gibson guitar Tell me what it feel like Like the smoke and the drawl every now in the way you talk slow Oh yeah, yeah Like the songs that your mama sing to you And the way that it makes you tell the truth If you come from where you come, then you were born tough

[j0shuahongs]

Quarter to Midnight

summary: It’s not the night they planned. But maybe it’s the night they needed.

pairing : joshua × fem reader 

wc: 1.5k

genre :  fluff, cozy slice-of-life (hope i did it justice), strangers-to-friends / strangers-to-?, slight angst (kinda), hurt/comfort

warnings: brief mentions of blood (just teeny-tiny)

a/n: another meet-cute joshua fic? if i had a nickel for every joshua "strangers-to-?" fic I made i'd have two nickels. which isn't alot but it's weird that it happened twice lol. *really isn't my intention! but it just so happens to be the same theme lol. maybe (?) connected to my first joshua one shot here but can also be stand alone. idk if i will connect them or just let them be. also this is one of the fics that's been in my drafts for waaaay too long. (3 years 😔 im sorry) and I am NOT waiting for Christmas to come by to post this so here's a christmas themed fic in May lol. again, tell me what u think! 🥹

The first time they met, snowflakes drifted softly around the bustling town square.

Strings of lights hung between rooftops like captured stars, laughter and music filling the crisp air. Kids darted between booths and food stands, chasing each other with mittens and scarves trailing behind them.

In the middle of it all, she stood still — quiet and disconnected, her heart out of sync with the festive rhythm.

After a while, she excused herself from the group of coworkers who had dragged her there in hopes of lifting her spirits. It wasn’t that she hated the holidays. And she was grateful, truly.

But there was something about being lost in a sea of strangers — where the noise drowned out her thoughts — that made her want to disappear.

Being in a foreign country for work only made the loneliness sharper.

“Aw, come on, (Y/N)! It’s almost midnight. Please stay a little longer?” one of her coworkers pleaded, tugging on her hand with a playful pout.

She smiled softly, heart warmed despite herself.

“I’m really tired,” she said gently, squeezing the girl’s hand in apology. “I’m sorry.”

The coworker pouted again but relented. “At least let us take you home?”

She shook her head with a small smile. “It’s alright. You should stay — it’s almost midnight. Enjoy the countdown.”

After promising to message them when she got home, she slipped away from the crowd.

The cold nipped sharply at her nose and fingertips. She pulled her coat and scarf tighter around her, eyes fixed on the ground as she weaved carefully between clusters of people. The festival’s laughter and music blurred into the background, distant and muffled. Her thoughts drifted — to work, to home, to how strange it was to be surrounded by hundreds of people and still feel invisible.

She didn’t see the collision coming.

One second she was lost in thought —

The next, a sudden slam against her shoulder sent the world tipping sideways.

Her breath caught as she hit the snowy ground, a warm weight pressing down on her. The world spun before she dared to open her eyes.

A figure sprawled across her, still and unmoving. Panic climbed up her throat.

Are they unconscious? Drunk? Dead?

She tapped the person’s back lightly, her voice unsteady. “Excuse me—”

The body shifted with a groan, lifting himself just enough.

Two warm, worried eyes met hers in the dim light.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice rough and breathless.

For a moment, everything else faded — snow drifting softly around them, music distant and muted beneath the hush of falling flakes. It was just him and her.

He was beautiful.

She blinked up at him, caught by the way snowflakes clung to his lashes and the concerned furrow of his brow.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, gentler this time.

Somehow, she managed a small nod.

Relief passed over his face as he pushed himself upright and reached down, offering his hand. His fingers curled gently around hers — careful, steady — as he pulled her to her feet.

“I’m so sorry,” he said sheepishly, a shy smile tugging at his lips.  “Wasn’t looking where I was going.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips. “Me neither.”

She dusted herself off, half-expecting bruises — but instead, she felt strangely weightless.

He bent to retrieve his snow-covered beanie from the ground.

That’s when she noticed it—blood staining the back of his hand.

Her breath caught sharply. “Your hand—!” she gasped.

He glanced at it, then gave a crooked little smile. “It’s nothing serious. Just a scratch.”

But before he could brush it off, she was already reaching for him, worry tugging at her heart. “Please… let me help.”

He hesitated, surprised by the earnestness in her voice — then smiled softly—the kind of smile that made something flutter in her chest.

Without a word, they made their way to a nearby bench.

He settled down, resting his injured hand on his knee, absently tapping along to the beat of the distant music.  She perched beside him, pulling a tissue from her pocket and gently dabbing at the cut, careful not to hurt him.

Up close, she noticed tiny flecks of snow melting into his dark hair and the faint flush of cold on his cheeks. He carried the crisp scent of winter air, mingled with something sweet—cinnamon, maybe.

Neither spoke, but it didn’t feel awkward. The silence felt comfortable, like a quiet secret carved out from the noisy world around them.

The clock above the square chimed softly.

Fifteen minutes until Christmas.

She continued dabbing the napkin gently against his bleeding hand, frowning slightly.

‘How can such a small cut bleed so much?’ she thought, shaking her head with a tiny frown.

Joshua watched her with a fond smile, amused by how seriously she was concentrating — eyes narrowed in focus, fingertips light and careful on his skin

When she finally finished patching him up, she sat back on the bench with a small sigh, shoving both hands deep into the pockets of her jacket to guard against the cold.

A weird kind of awkwardness settled between them — not uncomfortable, exactly.

More like... neither of them really wanted to leave, but neither knew how to say it.

The music from the festival drifted toward them, muffled by the snow.

Joshua cleared his throat.

"So..." he started, tone half-playful, half-awkward. “Christmas. Almost.”

A beat. Then: “You come here often?”

‘Joshua, what kind of question was that?!’ He mentally face-palmed even before the words fully left his mouth.

She laughed under her breath, the sound warm despite the freezing air.

"Actually, I'm not from here," she said, a puff of cold breath escaping her lips. "I’m just here for work."

He brightened, relaxing a little.

“I’m from here — kind of. Work abroad, mostly. I’m just home for the holidays.”

The way he said it — soft, a little wistful — made something in her chest squeeze.

Neither of them had plans for Christmas. Both of them, a little lost tonight.

Joshua shifted, stuffing his injured hand back into his jacket pocket.

"Actually, I was on my way to grab coffee," he said, almost too casually.

"Actually, I was heading home," she said at the same time.

They both blinked at each other.

Joshua laughed once, quick and embarrassed, the sound curling into the cold air.

"Oh," he said, and she caught the flicker of disappointment in his voice.

Her heart jolted unexpectedly. Without thinking, she blurted, "I—I could use some coffee too."

His face lit up instantly, like she’d just handed him a gift. "Yeah?" he said, smile wide and boyish.

She tucked her chin into her scarf, fighting a grin.

"Yeah."

He stood up and offered his (now bandaged) hand like a gentleman.

"Then let's go find the best cup of Christmas Eve coffee this town has to offer."

The little coffee shop they stumbled into was nearly empty, tucked away on a side street dusted in snow.

A bell jingled overhead as they pushed open the door, letting a blast of warmth and the rich scent of coffee wrap around them.

Joshua shook the snow from his beanie, laughing when he nearly slipped on the welcome mat. She covered her mouth, giggling behind her glove.

They ordered — two hot chocolates, because Joshua insisted Christmas Eve deserved the sweetest drink possible — and found a seat by the window.

Outside, the faint glow of the festival lights painted the snowy street in soft colors.

Inside, it was quieter — just the low hum of a Christmas song playing from the speakers, and the distant sound of people starting the countdown outside.

10...

Joshua cradled his mug in trembling hands, blowing on it to cool it down. The warmth seeping through the ceramic like a quiet reassurance.

He lifted the cup just enough to peek at her over the rim, catching her eyes and smiling softly.

9...

“You know,” he murmured, voice barely louder than the crackle of the fire in the café. "I'm kinda glad I bumped into you."

8...

She ducked her head, her cheeks bloomed with a rosy glow, deeper than the drink warming her palms.

7...

"Me too," she mumbled, a shy smile tucked into her scarf.

6...

Outside, the countdown swelled — excited, full of life.

Inside, time seemed to stretch for the two of them — a small bubble of warmth in the cold, snowy night.

5...

Joshua leaned forward, elbows resting gently on the table.

"You made tonight... a lot less lonely."

4...

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Her chest tightening at how sincere he sounded.

3...

No words were spoken, but something hung in the air between them — quiet and unmistakable.

2...

Her smile blossomed — quiet but sure, a tender yes without words.

1...

The clock struck midnight. Cheers erupted from the streets outside, fireworks painting the sky in bursts of gold and crimson, a fleeting tapestry of light against the dark.

Joshua raised his mug in a gentle toast, his smile shy yet radiant, like a candle flickering in the quiet night.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, voice low, warm, sincere.

She met his toast, their mugs touching with a soft clink that echoed like a promise.

“Merry Christmas."

In that shared moment, beneath the falling snow and glittering sky, the loneliness they carried quietly dissolved — replaced by something new: no longer strangers, no longer alone.

[ci0zi0]

Something About Those Left Behind.

Maybe each of them has a part of you after all, Mephone4. . .

ANALYSIS/THEORY RAMBLE IN READ MORE !!

Perhaps I'm going insane and it's the 4/5 am speaking but...

Each of them represent Mephone4 in a way. That's why they're the ones he left behind. This is why theyre the finale 4. This is why Taco is also here. This is important.

Baseball

He's more so a follower than a leader. Which is easy to say Mephone4 was a follower to Cobs.

He did what Nickel thought was best, even though Baseball even doubted the suggestions. Nickel always talked down to Baseball's opinion, and even used Baseball against himself at times. He needed Nickel.

Nickel wasnt the leader, yet Baseball was following his every word.

Mephone4 created the show, but Adam... Steve Cobs was always pulling some strings here and there.

Eventually, when Nickel was eliminated he felt so so lost. He had no direction, no where to go.

Mephone4 had no direction at first himself when he learned who Cobs truly was. He felt betrayed by the one who was closest to him. Hurt. So he fled.

They're both running away from the issue. The home they made. Certain people they should've cared more for and listened to. (Suitcase/Toilet)

Baseball is also the part that wants to get serious from what he fled from.. from what he lost... but could never really confront the problem until it's brought up to his face.

Similiar to Mephone4! But he took copium in a different route. Which leads to-

Lightbulb

LIGHTBULBBB... Ughhhhh!!!

She is all of Mephone4's suppression.

Focus on fun! Games !! Whimsy, silly!!

Distractions.. Lightbulb was sad and alone on the inside.. but on the outside, she is cheery and happy!! Nothing can dull this bright light! She's not even transparent !!

This can also apply to Mephone4. He runs this show to escape his problems, to have an escape from his worries and fears. Lightbulb symbolizes his anxieties by completely ignoring her own.

But that shell started to break once all of Lightbulb's companions were eliminated from the game. She was alone and disheartened. Her emotional support, gone. The lightheartedness was still there, but was breaking. All the pressure weighing on her shoulders, the pressure of being responsible. The pressure of doing good to her team!...

Similiar to the pressure of needing to be perfect. Generate this perfect, do this task right. Isn't it, Mephone4? The need to satisfy.

When she finally gets her crew back, she lights up again. Mephone4 needs this fake reality, because like Lightbulb with the Bright Lights, the contestants are his light too.

When Lightbulb comes face to face with MephoneX, she sees Paintbrush before the end, supporting her. Trying to help.

She accepts her defeat, her end, with a smile.

Mephone4 didn't have any support. He accepts his defeat with a frown. If he had a light at that moment, perhaps he would've been more confident.

Suitcase

Suitcase, out of all the others, is the only newbie left in the competition. She's been around the least amount of time.. she's new.

She's alone.

Sure she met Nickel, Baseball and Balloon, but as the final four, she doesn't trust Baseball anymore. Nickel and Balloon got voted out.

She refused to bring Baseball into the final two due to the issues of leadership and trust. Knife gave her trust and friendship, what true alliances could be.

Mephone4 trusted Floor in season 3. What partnership done right can provide you if the two parties actually accept one another. And are honest.

Other than this.. Suitcase focuses on the false parts of reality over reality itself since she can't figure out what's real or fake.. This can relate to Mephone4 struggling to let the show go.. this is his life, he doesn't want to leave it. Everyone here feels real yet he didn't realize til later that it's all fake.

One last thing relating to the two.. they're outside the comfort zone.

Suitcase is the one season 2 debuter that was left over. Mephone4 was the most unique out of all other Mephone products. They're a needle in a haystack.

Knife

Knife is a bit more hard to crack on how he relates as I dont have as much thought on him.. but here's some thoughts...

Knife overall is a tough guy. He focuses on reality more than fiction. He's a contrast to Suitcase, who struggles to piece what's real and fake.

In relation to Mephone4, Knife can act a bit smug. Mainly when it comes to his teasing with Taco in S2E15, it gave some kinda Mephone4 charm of messing with people.

He cares for people despite his fronting jerk attitude, being accepting and even providing advice.

The best trait Knife can be given is his major growth from who he once was. He was always a soft hearted guy, but he slowly learned to show that more often to the outside.

As for Mephone4.. he's also attempting this. It's just much harder for him.

Mephone4 has the constant show/host persona up, yet it is shown the contestants mean alot to him.. more than they could ever possible understand.

Like Knife, Mephone4 learned how to express himself just a little bit more..

Taco

Taco. Taco Taco Taco.

It's easy to pick up what she's about..

Betrayal. Wanting to leave it all behind. Staging an act. A front. Manipulation.

So much of this can relate to Mephone4 and his history.

Taco is all of Mephone4's guilt, thoughts, trauma and etc jumbled into one messy taco oc.

Taco put up an act, Mephone4 puts up an act.

Taco went into hiding, Mephone4 went into hiding.

Taco is British, Mephone4 is- uh... no he's not British. Why is Taco Britis-

Back to the point.

Taco is the most in depth character out of them all. Her whole story line can be pieced and compared to Mephone4's, at least in theming.

It all starts in season 1, where she's different from the rest of the cast. She's zany, wacky. But she also has smart moments. The finale of season 1 showed she fooled them all, planned this from the beginning.

In a way, this here can relate to Steve Cobs. Mephone4 maybe felt like he was being played the fool. He thought Cobs of what appeared like a father figure.. someone he could have fun and joy with. Later down the line, Mephone4 realizes Cobs wasn't what he pictured him to be. Which was a cruel person who harms others for his benefit. (Mephone3gs)

Taco also harms people for her own benefit. She betrays Pickle, manipulates Microphone, is a thief, kills Test Tube, and practically offers weapons at any given notice.

An innocent object who actually wasn't a friend at all. Someone who betrays others.

But unlike Cobs, Taco is much more than that.

Alongside Mephone4's betrayal of Cobs' true motives, Taco also fits Mephone4's overall rebellious actions against Cobs.

If Mephone4 ever chose to rebel that is. Mephone4 ran away, but Taco strikes back. She's probably what Mephone4 wished he could've done. Take action.

The moment Taco noticed Microphone leave the game.. she goes to convince EVERYONE to leave the game.

What if this was also a parallel to Meeple?...

What if Mephone4 truly wanted to help everyone there.. but he just couldn't.

In the end, the thought of Pickle finding Taco broke her down. The one who she hurt.. finding her here.

Mephone4 breaks down at the thought of everyone finding out. At the thought of Cobs finding him.

In the end.. each character Mephone4 froze in time and left behind...

Were him.

He was overall... running from himself. Not just Cobs.

Himself.

His story. His life.

Things outside of this show.

The two leaders. The two sides of positivity and negativity.

The two finalists. The borders of reality and fiction.

Taco. The outcast and desire of needing a change.

They're all for you, Mephone4.