#I KEEP ADDING TAGS AAA

[arceal-doodles]

heckin-- i love their dynamic so much in @valkyrieofsmut’s Life With the Bone Brigade

[mikomiio]

Salem and Damon in their respective "Morning outfit" and "Living with the guy who shot me outfit"

[outismm]

Who knew the thing that would cure my diseases would be a 30 minute Sandman ASMR podcast

[monamipencil]

asking svt if you can tie a bow on ‘it’ | 95 line

genre; nsfw, cockette, mdni <3 | a/n; it's damn time consuming to write for 13 men :| so 95z for now! this has been on my mind for so long now.. | check out 96z, 97z, maknaez!

— seungcheol

genuinely confused when you ask him about it. “tie a ribbon on what?” but you don't explain and again ask him. so, he lets you do so ‘cause what harm would a ribbon do? he’s amused and curious when you get on you knees and palm his cock while looking up at him through your lashes. oh. he curses under his breath as you take out his girthy cock, pressing a kiss on the tip before tying a light pink ribbon near his tip. he can't help the pride and cockiness that fills him when he takes photos of you and his cock. and of course he has to get a picture of your face covered with him cum and with the ribbon still on it <3

— jeonghan

not really into it when you mention it but will play into just to tease the fuck out of you. first, he'll make you say your request clearly and loudly. “hmm? can't hear you baby.” and you have to look at him while saying it. has a shit-eating grin and agrees, albeit with no interest. only allows you to tie the ribbon after you suck him off. and after he cums, his dick goes flaccid and he's like “oops, gotta do it again, i guess.” and he feels lightheaded and drowsy after cumming 3 times in a row, and he finally gives in, letting you tie the ribbon around his cock. watches with a lazy smile as you take selfies with his dick. “my cock drunk slut.”

— joshua

flabbergasted. his eyes goes all wide and his mouth parts a bit when you suggest the idea. and this is also in public when he asked why you were so excited about buying ribbons, and you nonchalantly bringing it up. you didn't mention his cock though, only hinting on it. but that's enough to keep him thinking for the rest of the day. but he eventually forgets it as days go by, and you don't implement your action right away. it's on your birthday that you do it. he feels so bad when you said that the day could've been better but it's all thrown out the window when you so nicely ask for his cock as a gift, asking him to tie a ribbon around his girth and present it to you. “it’s always yours, sweetheart.” [and he remembers it for your next birthdays ;) ]

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia (send an ask to be added on the taglist!)

[writingforstraykids]

I have loved your smuts I think they r absolutely amazing and so damn 🤤

Can I request a oneshot / drabble Dom! Felix x Sub!Chan with Chan having a daddy kink and is super cute and whiny and Felix just being a soft Dom towards him?🥺🤤

Maybe Chan has a stressful week and Felix took it in to his own hands to make him let go and feel better 🫣

It's okay if not! Have a great day ! <3

I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request🤭🖤

So cute

Pairing: Chanlix

Word Count: 553

Warnings/Tags: smut, fluff, soft!dom!lix, whiny!sub!chan, daddy kink

Chan's head drops back against the pillow with a relieved moan, jaw growing slack and eyes fluttering. Felix gently helps him rest his legs on his shoulders and hovers above him, practically folding him in half as he thrusts in deep. Chan's hands twist the sheets tightly, soft sounds falling from his lips. 

Getting home today and hiding in his boyfriend's lap the minute he did let Felix know how exhausted Chan was. He had a rough week between being in the studio with Han and Changbin writing and recording and dance rehearsals. He desperately needed some love and comfort from the person he loved most. As they cuddled together to relax, Felix absentmindedly stroked his thighs, as he normally would. But Chan started squirming the higher his hands traveled. A soft , needy whine escaped Chan's throat and that was all it took for Felix to get them in bed. 

After what felt like hours of eating him out and stretching him out with his fingers, Felix had finally been ready to take the next step. Chan's brain stopped working from there on, it wasn’t unusual in this situation. Felix always takes his time, giving his lover slow and deep strokes as he watches Chan's face contort in pleasure beneath him. “Does it feel good, Channie baby?” he checks in, voice gentle as he keeps his movements steady. 

Chan whines in response and nods weakly. “So good, daddy.”

Felix smirks to himself and leans down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “Yeah? Daddy's making you feel good?” he asks. Chan kisses back needily, his moans being swallowed with each swap of their tongues. “Such a needy little boy.”

“Only for you,” he moans sweetly, eyes fluttering close. Felix brushes back a loose curl sticking to his forehead. 

“My sweet boy,” he smiles softly and kisses down his neck, tiny licks and soft bites accompanying his journey down. 

Chan whines beautifully, arching up against him. “Daddy,” he moans, tensing up as Felix hits his prostate. “Please,” he whimpers. 

“Please what?” Felix asks gently and stops moving for a moment, making Chan cry out in protest. 

“Please don't stop, daddy,” he begs and his eyes grow wide and teary. “Need you so bad, only you, please,” he rambles barely above a whisper. But he stays still, knowing Felix will take care of him in due time. He isn't allowed to simply take what he wants. Being honest, he doesn't want to anyway. He needs Felix to take care of him, to make the decisions for him and just let go of everything else. 

“Shh, I got you baby,” Felix assures him kindly and angles his hips, dragging his dick across his prostate. Chan's jaw drops with a beautiful wail, body shaking at the intensity of the feeling and toes curling. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, a grin slowly rising over his lips. Chan whines in response, the pleasure becoming more and more intense. “God, you're so pretty like this,” Felix groans, running a hand down his chest and stomach. Seeing Chan blush heavily and squirm just slightly from his words made his own heart skip a beat. His sweet baby boy is even more shy and excited about praise in this setting than he normally is. “So cute,” he giggles.

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[secretwhumplair]

Izara's appraisal

956 words | Mirai Izara and the serpent king

Content | Slavery, dehumanization, degradation, restraints, manhandling, crying, implied past beatings, nudity

Notes | Some years before Mirai's arrival, Eshihir adds the first elf to his collection. This one was... quite a bit more feisty.

Tagging the Mirai and the serpent king list, let me know if you don't want to be tagged in Izara's storyline!

Taglist | @yet-another-heathen @echo-goes-aaa @whumpinator @neverthelass

The elf the traders had brought before Eshihir was, in fact, pretty. It was showing, too, his bronze skin only covered by a scanty loincloth, his brown curls messy, but springing around his face.

The only flaws to his beauty, really, were that he was rather too thin, and banged up badly—bruises all over in different shades that suggested multiple beatings over time, raised welts of varied thickness. His wrists, tied together with what seemed an excessive amount of rough rope, were rubbed raw on both sides. Nothing that wouldn’t heal with time, though; his captors had wanted to preserve his beauty.

Eshihir didn’t have to guess at how the slave had ended up in this state. Even as they walked up through the throne room, his keepers had to drag him by the arm, fingers digging hard into what little flesh there was on it as he pulled back, away from his fate.

His face had been, by the looks of it, carefully spared from the ruin, but it was wearing a teeth-bare scowl almost enough to distract from the tears in his eyes. The elf wasn’t looking at Eshihir, eyes fixed somewhere on the stairs leading up to him.

The slavers bowed to him, and yanked the slave down so hard that his skinny knees hit the floor with a thunk audible even from up here.

»Your Majesty! Greetings! We bring you a rare beauty from the West, if you would be so kind as to consider him. He has, unfortunately, not yet learned his manners, but this face is unmatched.« He grabbed the elf by the jaw and forced him to look up, pulling him back onto his feet. Eshihir didn’t fail to notice the elf’s attempt at pulling away, stayed by an even harder grab and hissed words that must have been a threat.

Poor manners, indeed. Eshihir was not normally in the habit of training unruly slaves, but the elf was very pretty, aside from the bones and the bruises.

»I will consider him,« he graciously conceded. »Let him come forward.«

The slaver bent over and urgently whispered into the slave’s ear before letting go of his face. He nodded at his comrade, who was still holding the slave by the arm, and they reluctantly let go. The one who had done the talking gave him a rough shove forward.

The elf, suddenly free from restraint, stumbled, barely keeping himself from falling. He didn’t move to come up to Eshihir; instead, his eyes flickered across the room, across the guards—a wild animal desperately looking for an escape.

»Move, you useless whore,« the slaver hissed; the elf threw a glance at him, his hands balling into fists, but didn’t obey.

Poor manners.

»Fine, I’ll take you up personally.« He grabbed the elf by the arm again—he tried to evade, but not fast or decisive enough—and added something in a threatening whisper before speaking up again in the slimy tone he had used before. »With your permission, of course, your Majesty.«

Eshihir simply nodded, and the slaver dragged the elf up the dais.

Up close, the elf looked even more miserable, but the face the slaver had praised did hold up to the first impression. His hair was about chin-length, but irregular, as if it had been chopped off at some point without much skill or care. His eyes were red from crying, but otherwise a beautiful muddy green. Eshihir could only imagine the possibilities.

The elf had pressed his lips into a thin line, and from the smell of naked fear and the defiance he had made a point of displaying so far, Eshihir was certain it was to hide trembling.

»Let me see him,« Eshihir said, gesturing at the loincloth, and the slaver obeyed with one rough, swift motion.

The elf flinched, blinking away fresh tears; his throat bobbed as he swallowed. Eshihir almost felt bad, but he wasn’t going to buy without properly inspecting the wares.

»Turn around.«

The elf didn’t move an inch, instead venturing a brief, but withering glare at him that sparked something almost playful in Eshishir; if the slave wanted to defy him, he could try. It was the slaver who pulled him around, the elf’s bare feet squeaking softly on the smooth floor. There was nothing unexpected, more bruising and even more welts crisscrossing the elf’s back and absolutely covering an ass that would, Eshihir was certain, look divine healed up and properly fed.

He gestured for the elf to be turned back around. »Open your mouth.«

At this point, he was expecting the response he got, more or less: the elf threw a bitter, defiant glare at him, his jaw muscle merely twitching.

The slaver groaned, grabbed his chin and dug his thumb into the jaw muscle until the elf’s mouth popped open with a pained yelp.

He must have let loose, because when Eshihir raised a hand to turn the slave’s head himself, he snapped at his fingers.

The slaver cursed in a language Eshihir didn’t know and yanked on the slave’s collar, hard enough Eshihir was worried there might be some serious damage. But the elf came back up and only gasped for breath for a few moments while the slaver blubbered apologies, which Eshihir ignored.

»My, my,« he said, not trying to fight the small smile breaking across his lips. »You are quite the brat, aren’t you?«

The elf glared at him, silently. Tears had welled up in his eyes again, whether from the punishment or from fear of more to come, Eshihir couldn’t tell.

This could certainly be interesting.

And who knew how many opportunities he would have to add an elf to his collection, anyway?

[chris-continues]

Okiiii

Only one bed in the booked hotel room trope? 👀 (not nsfw obv) I read something similar to this but it was Vash so maybe a Nai version?

Star wars convention with Vash? (If u do dis one and if u need any help feel free to ask me anything cuz im a huge star wars nerd)

Vampire Vash and/or Nai?

CARNIVAL!!!! I wonder if the brothers would compete to see who can win the most prizes, also watching the fireworks on the ferris wheel would b cute

Beach episode? 👀👀

Sorry if it's alot-

(I love your au's so much oml, you write all the characters beautifully ♡)

AAA TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT imma screenshot this message/ask and use it a few times probably but the one that caught my eye most is vampire au PLS SEND SO MANY ASKS ABT VAMP AU I need to write more stuff on it

Ngl I’m most willing to write suggestive stuff for vampire au bc bro… 0///0

Lonely nights lead to delectable frights <3

In which two vampires with extreme charm have you wrapped around your finger (when in reality it’s them wrapped around your finger). (To be added on to, I wanted to expand on this more later lol)

WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of depression/loneliness (reader runs into the woods to be alone but also craving companionship), gender neutral reader

Vampire Vash and Vampire Knives meeting reader! I’ll add onto this in separate pieces but I haven’t set a definitive timeline yet!! So any drabbles written may deviate from the last piece

I was debating on writing this in Victorian era type beat or modern au (because I’ve written vampire Nai modern au) but I asked my fav vamp lover @coffinbeananteiku and her word is final 🫡 (I needed to ask someone to decide for me I’m very indecisive sometimes)

Tags: @lune010 @vashfantasy

The dusk of a new night greets you as you run. Far, far away. You had nowhere to go, your feet leading you wherever the wind took you. Nothing truly important lay back in town, perhaps a few less than noteworthy friends in society who’d given an artificial smile and obligatory wave.

Nothing to go back to.

So of course you’d been an idiot to run into the woods. You have one horrible day, and rather than wallowing at home like usual you make the horrid decision to run when others keep berating you for it, fine attire catching on brambles you’d almost tripped over as the haphazard movements of yours fell to a halt. How far had you run? How far did your stress carry you?

Alone. Just as you wished and terrified. Only the moss at your feet and rather barren branches accompanied you, horrors of the night awaiting your person.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

You breathed in shakily, only to exhale into a sob. God, you were tired, so so very tired.

You eventually lifted your head to observe your surroundings. Eerie; yet a welcome sight compared to the bustling cobblestone streets of town, quiet, perhaps too quiet. The wind whistles past your ears in its reverie, encompassing you fully into the charm of the night.

This could be good, you attempt to reassure yourself. That thought is fleeting as you attempt to appreciate the short lived tranquility and struggle to backtrack. It’s futile.

You have no way back. So what must you do? Trudge forward. The next town could be for miles, you have no money and certainly no mode of transportation besides your already exhausted two feet.

You trek forward.

Not long after, your loneliness returns. The peaceful night soon digs into your heels once again, dragging your already worried mind into further disquietude. Your arms wrap around yourself in poor manner to shield yourself from the further night’s chill, vision hazy from the little light and paranoia suffocating you.

But nevertheless, you persist. You were stubborn in that way, never knowing quite when to stop despite the fear you’d be too much. Even now, when you’d done too much, by leaving town entirely to the welcoming yet terrifying arms of the woods did you remain stubborn. In a will to survive? In the pursuit of curiosity? The need for more? To deserve more?

You’d never quite place it, you’re sure. Perhaps all of the above.

Such thoughts plague you as you unknowingly stare down at your feet, eventually reaching a cobblestone pathway.

Your neck snaps up to see- ruins? No, it’s far too neatly kept for that. A castle, complete with gates and stone pathways; warm torches lit at the sides if you squinted from the faraway grounds of the gates. Cool moonlight acted as your light as you traversed forward, feet picking up. Perhaps you could try to see if it was abandoned, fashion yourself a place for the night! Hopefully no dangers resided here, in such a domestic place. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the most welcoming of homes but it certainly was a new sight amongst what surrounded you. Ah, yes, dead trees, dead trees, and.. woah! More dead trees!

..so, quite the refreshing sight.

The pats of your feet are the only noise you truly process, the gates creaking with movement as you walk closer to the manor.

Large metal rings the size of your head hung heavily at the double doors. Should you knock? They appeared to be in usable condition.. so you supposed, lifting one knocker with your dominant hand.

A heavy boom resounded as you dropped it. You’d never really used one- just accustomed to the usual rapping of knuckles on doors, or a verbal call whilst entering a room.

“You appear unfamiliar.” A voice suddenly husks behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You whipped around quickly, “Holy shit!-“ for someone in the Victorian era, your modern slang (profanity) was rather proficient. Standing before you was someone cold and cunning, towering over you intensely. His presence demanded attention, the need to stand straight and not let him out of your sight in fear of what he could do.

The wind whistled in your ears once more. Like a taunt that it could run far away from here, unlike you. His domineering white- no, almost white, pale blue eyes stared down at you. He seemed inhuman.

Your mind seemed scrambled in a feeble attempt to explain yourself, “Sorry I uh, was walking and needed someplace to stay for the night..”

His eyebrow arches in amusement. “So you decided to reside here?”

The crunching of leaves is what alerts you to a new presence behind the.. man who’d confronted you, wisps of blonde hair peeking from over his shoulder until he stood next to him. “Aw, that’s no way to treat a visitor!” He gave a sweet, yet strangely tight lipped smile. “I’m Vash, this is Nai. It’s wonderful to meet you.” A partially gloved hand adorned in lace outstretches towards yours in a pleasant handshake, small tears in the fabric from overuse. It’s a paradoxical feeling of ‘rough lace’, yet it suits him rather well.

You hesitantly greet yourself, voice meek with unfamiliarity and worry. An introduction slips past your lips albeit shaky voice, he remains ever so friendly and opens the door for you, the.. Nai guy taking care to briskly zoom past and ignore your very presence.

How kind. He’s taken a liking to you.

Vash merely brushes it off as usual banter, perhaps it’s nothing personal, you assume. He seemed unbothered overall and didn’t really acknowledge anything, that much you could observe just from his behaviors so far.

It’s not of importance, not in your mind at least. What truly caught your attention? The ornate structures in the main hall- carvings of angels in rich marble and stone, hell, even the floors had carvings!

Out of curiosity you dipped your toe into the slight crevices in the ground, feeling the divots of some.. geometric swirls and markings that decorated the beauty of the castle.

“Hey, you coming?” Vash peeked over his shoulder towards you- you’d lost yourself in the beauty of the room. He gave a knowing smile at your wonderment, entrancing chuckle reverberating throughout the tall ceilings. “I was the same way when I first came here, it’s definitely a sight to take in!” He jolts his head to beckon you forward,

“You can stay the night. If you wish.”

What other choice did you really have?

[johnslittlespoon]

fic/general updates bc i've been so quiet here, feel free to mute my yapping tag if ur just here for the brainrot posts idm one bit <3

dog coded fic ch4 is like 1/3rd done but it's a heavy one so it's taking me a bit aaa bear with me

I MADE MY FIC TAG SO SEXY i added moodboards to every single one. was this entirely self indulgent and unnecessary and an act of unintentional procrastination? yes. did it bring me joy while writing angst? also yes so

i have like 50 asks waiting for me again and I'VE READ THEM ALL OKAY and i've been losing my mind over them oh my god special mention to the anon leaving brainrot for my curtbuckbucky club au... you don't understand what you've done to me. i've almost opened a new doc so many times. i have Thoughts about what you've said and i will voice them and get back to as many other asks as i can soon!! just need an evening to lock in and sit down and reply, and there are so many fun prompt reqs to write too <3

i feel so fucking bad– i have not responded to ao3 comments or comments on my fics etc here for over a month and i reread them all so often and never want to seem like idc bc i DO they mean everything to me, literally the reason i stay motivated to write 😭💗 so i need to also sit down and go thru and reply to all of them, i just get overwhelmed by the love and sit there smiling like an idiot and then i feel the imposter syndrome and tell myself i'll reply later and the cycle repeats JDSGK <3

this week's gonna be pretty busy for me so i might still be a bit quiet, but after that i'm hoping i can get back to more regular brainrot in between writing my fic >:) me treating this like a job HSDGKJ jk i have so much fun here i rly do miss yapping all day :') anyway i think that's all, been making some edits too but i keep getting sidetracked before i finish them and i rly should be focusing on yad(iym) regardless smh! justice for pining bucky fr. but yeah if i'm ever not posting as much, just assume i'm either busy irl or focussing my energy on fic writing bc i'm so serious when i say every minute that i'm not busy irl is spent on these stupid men i'm literally plagued with thoughts of them 24/7 fml

[cactuseri]

Hi there 😊 if your asks are open, are you able to do some headcannons for room-mates Steve, Robin & Eddie?

anon i am kissing u gently on the forehead here’s some stuff i had in mind:

• first of all i declare these tags as canon:

(via @frogs-and-lilypads and @wynnyfryd )

• i was thinking theyre in an apartment but if house makes more sense to u then godspeed bc its a small town in 80s indiana that ppl think is cursed so i cant imagine property value is super high

• incomprehensible jean-marc explanation i posted at 4 am

• not a headcanon but while i’m at it, @lilshitwayne linked this fic where they move into the creel house by fivecenturiesverse: i finally got around to reading it last night and aaa it’s very cute!! thank u for the link!

• as drawn, no one wears their own clothes lmao. they’re always stealing each other’s shirts, sweatpants, they mostly lose track of whose socks are whose

• half their furniture is just . stuff they found in back alleys & the cheapest shit they could find at a furniture store, plus some hand-me-down things from the (actual) adults. after a few months, though, especially with eddie’s hoarding habits, the place becomes pretty cluttered

• everyone tagging the art as “steddie (kinda)” is correct of course they r pining for each other

• (the first time the kids show up unexpected they ask steve “is that eddie’s shirt????” & he’s just, *sweating* “yes and? it’s comfortable”)

• im thinking robin goes to community college? it’s a bit of a drive but she wants to stay in hawkins (or more specifically: with steve and eddie and the kids)

• steve teaches her to drive over the summer. while he and robin bicker and she almost takes out 4 mailboxes and a stop sign, eddie’s in the backseat also helping (read: adding to the chaos) but he’s a bit less stressed than steve is bc lets be real he does not drive much better than her

• nancy is at emmerson or whatever that college was in canon idk. shes living her best life & calls/visits here and there. i feel like out of all of them she’d want to get out of hawkins the most idk

• uncle wayne has his own place, paid for by either those lab people or the gov or insurance or something — he visits too (and they go to his place for thanksgivings)

• the kids r over all the time of course. steve isn’t even sure how they keep getting in

• for the most part, steve cooks. one time (maybe for steve’s birthday) eddie’s like “hey robs what if we cooked something fancy for him it’ll be a surprise he’ll love it” and it is indeed a surprise when steve comes home from his shift to find a firetruck in the parking lot & the whole building evacuated. when he gets out of the car he spots robin and eddie standing awkwardly to the side of the crowd and when they see him they simultaneously point at each other

• im not actually sure what eddie’s job wld be. still dealing? housewife? tattoo artist? working part time at some store? idk

• the neighbors file a noise complaint bc of eddie’s guitar playing [eddie: “can i smear butter on his doorstep. it’ll be hilarious i promise” steve: “dude he’s like 94 we are not making him break a hip. be reasonable. we’re gonna fill his mailbox with gravel for a month”]

• all the cuddle sessions!! especially angsty ones where one or more of them has a nightmare, quite often the wake-up-screaming kind & they help each other then end up piling up in one bed for the night

• just . the joy of living away from parents for the first time. them realizing they can set their own rules. them realizing no one is stopping them from making pasta at 3 am while high and eating it straight from the pot in a circle on the floor

• especially when it comes to stuff like robin having sensory issues, for example maybe the texture of the bathroom rug bothers her. and when she mentions it steve is just like “aight” and throws it out then & there. and she just has a moment of realizing “oh. no one’s going to yell at me for not liking something. no one’s going to roll their eyes and say i’m being stupid or dramatic.” & tears up a little bit

• eddie has the same issue, to a degree. (i headcanon him as having ADHD bc i love projecting) but they both really like the feel of steve’s sweaters so they steal them a lot & when steve does have a chance to wear one he has to deal w them petting his arms for like 20 mins (and pretends to be annoyed lmao)

• them just learning to b patient with each other for the things they can’t rlly help

• oh and. the jean-marc funeral procession involves eddie reading the plant its funeral rites (the religion changes each time) as robin plays the flute and steve — who needed a lot of convincing to play along — lowers it into a small grave they dug near the property (and keep having to dig up for the next unfortunate jean-marc)

ok i should probably stop here LMAO this post is already so long 😭😭 also sorry that i took forever to answer work was killing me and im a mess in general

[ujimoo]

For Tonight, For The Weekend, Forever. | KSM [TEASER]

synopsis: going home for your childhood friend's wedding was the easy part, however, facing him was something else entirely.

pairings: seungmin x fem!reader, jisung x OC, chan x OC.

includes: past love, first love, angst, best friend!Jisung, weekend romance, heartbreak, second-chance romance. (maybe some I've missed)

WARNINGS (for the whole piece): mention of mature themes, suggestive - implied sex, but no actual smut. mature jokes (one death joke, sex jokes), drinking, mentions of eating and multiple restaurant 'eating scenes'. maybe more that I've missed.

word count (of teaser): 707

estimated word count of official fic: 25k (ish)

a.n. AAA this is the teaser for the longest fic I have ever written for tumblr. This original idea comes from the song Tis The Damn Season by Taylor Swift, however, as you'll be able to tell, it's changed a lot since the original idea. I have a larger more meaningful author's note for the actual fic, but to keep this short for now, I just want to say a big thank you to Galaxy from @plutominho. They've been a massive help through this fic and this wouldn't be finished or even half-written if it weren't for their help.

a.a.n. let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for when the official fic gets published!

Release Date: 25th December (hopefully)

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @curlytxe @treetops68 @minniee-bear

FULL FIC NOW RELEASED

You weren’t sure how you ended up aimlessly wandering around at some house party. Gwen had dragged both you and Jisung there as a way to 'celebrate' the that it was the beginning of the final year, but she promptly went off somewhere leaving you and Jisung alone. That was until jisung saw something or someone and disappeared without you even knowing. 

Sure parties were fun, and you liked a good party now and then, but as you stood idly, on the front porch, hoping to catch a glimpse of either of your best friends, the party had lost its spark. 

The air was still cold and your knitted jumper did just a good enough job of shielding you from it, but even with your sweater paws, every now and then a shiver would run down your spine. You wondered if it would be a good time to walk home. Sure you knew, that it was dark and it was a dumb and dangerous idea to walk by yourself, especially without informing your two best friends, but even after an hour at least, you still hadn't found them. 

It was boring, you were bored. You just wanted to go home and find something to watch and prayed that you kept yourself warm enough so you didn't catch a cold. 

"You alright?" You jump at the sudden voice next to you and turn around to see Seungmin with a concerned look on his face. 

You knew Seungmin– well knew him a bit, you had had classes together all throughout high school, but something in you changed within the last year that made you look at him differently. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but something about him made your heart flutter. 

"I'm okay," you smile. "I lost my friends, I thinking of heading home." You laugh at your words. 

"On your own?" He asks and you nod in response. "But it's dangerous, what if something happens?" 

"Eh," you push your lips into a thin line. "What's the worst that could happen?" 

"A lot of things?" He responds to your rhetorical question.

Turning your body to face him, you smile. "I'll be fine, plus if you're worried so much you could always walk me back?" 

Seungmin blinks and the sides of his mouth lift into a smile, one that makes your own even wider. You shocked yourself at your own confidence, but what surprised you more was the fact he agreed. 

"Okay," he hums. "I'll walk with you." 

"You sure?" You ask, pointing casually at the front door. "Not worried about leaving the party so soon?" 

He shakes his head and motions for you to lead the way. "Nah, the party doesn't seem to compare now." 

The walk back with him was an experience like no other and Seungmin is almost charming, showering you with compliments. Saying how the walk back with you is more fun than he's had in the past hour and a half he had been back at the party. 

So when you slow down and stop outside of your house, it's sad. You didn't want to part ways with him just yet, this was the most you had spoken to him in one go, and you didn't want it to end so early. 

Turning to him once again, you smile. "Thank you for walking back with me." 

"Thank you for your company," he smiles. 

Looking up at him, your smile doesn't leave your face and his own seemed to mimic yours. 

You couldn't tell how long you had both been standing there, looking at each other, but just like the walk, you didn't want it to end. He steps forward, leaning his face closer ever so slightly and whispers. "Can I say goodnight?" 

Butterflies erupt in your chest as you question, "In what way?." 

“A special way, with your consent of course,” he responds.

He doesn’t wait for you to finish nodding.

Your first kiss with Seungmin is short and sweet and you can taste a hint of cola on his lips. 

It didn’t matter that you had nothing to compare it to, but something in your heart knew that you'd never want to kiss anyone else if it wasn't Seungmin's lips on yours.

[sheepiling]

To celebrate the release date of Hogwarts Legacy I wanted to share my room build that I did for Alexander Goth using the Pufferhead Stuff Pack by @mlyssimblr! 🧙🏻‍♂️💙 

I’ve posted “Pufferhead Bedroom” to the gallery under EA Account ID: Sheepiling (of course, you’ll need to make sure you check “Include Custom Content” in the view content settings of the gallery to see this build on my page!)

I’ve also posted “Spooky Scary Goths” which includes Wizard Alex! This was my Halloween makeover for the Goth fam. It also requires the “Include Custom Content” setting on to view! 

And! I’ve added a “Goth Family Basement” room as well, for Mortimer’s science stuff, to be added to my “Ophelia Villa” Realm of Magic Renovation! In my save I set it so the ladder in the basement leads up to the Goth’s first floor bathroom. 

Since I can’t afford to be getting AAA games at full price, I’m just enjoying my Harry Potter CC in TS4 for now~♡ I’m hoping peeps make more HP CC now that there’s a whole new Hogwarts game with lots of new assets! 👀 

I’m going to be keeping an eye out for HP CC finds, so if that interests you it’ll be under the #hogwarts tag on my side blog: @sheepyshenanigans! And the next thing I’ll be doing in my Fantasy Save is finding a Hogwarts build and other Wizarding World lots! 🪄 

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Purpose of Demos

With it being Next Fest on Steam and everything, I got to thinking. Because, like, most AAA companies won't actually give you demos anymore. I think the last one I saw for any of the franchises I actually like was Mass Effect 3, and I would have bought that game anyway (though honestly, I would have bought it on the strength of the demo too, so hey).

So while I was walking out to the shops (taking a break in the weather that has been incredibly bipolar today - bright warm sunshine to torrential rain and thunderstorm with little in the way of transition), I got to thinking about how many games I've picked up on the strength of the demos alone the last few years. Now, I've played around 90 demos according to my looking over of my "Thess vs demos" tag (though I'm sure I'm missing a few), and a fair few of those I haven't got simply because they're not out yet. So ... here's the list of the ones that I have picked up, solely on the strength of the demos, either from memory or from my demo tag:

Dredge (pre-ordered, one of my favourites)

Wylde Flowers (played under a different name, again one of my favourites)

Spiritfarer (another favourite)

Grim Tides (bought both games in the series on the strength of the demo)

A Building Full Of Cats (Devcats is awesome, and I just keep adding their games onto my wishlist on the strength of that one demo)

Logic Town (I have over 200 hours on that damn game and it is my ultimate Zen)

I Was A Teenage Exocolonist

Growing Up

Witchy Life Story

PACK MY STUFF

Sapiens

My Dream Setup (think this one was a gift)

Lake (this one was definitely a gift)

Fabledom

Boxes

Interior Worlds

Locked Up

Book of Hours

Room of Depression

Cook Serve Forever

Fall of Porcupine

Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical

Harmony: The Fall of Reverie

Street of Secrets

Venba

House Flipper 2

Code Vein (gift; not my fault I can't play it due to janky keybinds)

WitchSpring R (was fine until they made it controller only post-demo)

So that's more than a quarter of the ones on the list. Of those, sixteen aren't even out yet, five of the ones I played were more up front about requiring a controller than the two at the bottom of my list of purchased games, three timed out before I got around to playing them, and at least thirty didn't make the wishlist at all, either because too janky, not my thing, or other priorities. The rest ... well, the rest and the "not out yet" is why my Steam wishlist is exactly 130 games big.

It makes me sad, honestly. AAA companies will do all the flashy marketing stuff and prevent any reviews from coming out until at least release day, pushing for hype-based pre-orders and refusing to let anyone know what they're actually getting. Meanwhile, here's me buying all manner of games I'd never have otherwise heard of, much less touched, based on Steam going, "LOOK! DEMOS FOR GAMES!" Half the time I wonder if it's that they have no faith in their product. Then I remember that it's more that they don't care; they just want as many people as possible to buy it immediately on release if not sooner. They're perfectly happy to put up any barriers they can to an informed purchase for ... just as a for-instance, people like me, who is literally unable to play certain games and really need to have any given game in my hands for at least a few minutes to figure out whether a game is one I can play or not.

But ... like ... take Veilguard, for instance. It doesn't look like one I can play. Watching the gameplay left me with a migraine that still hasn't 100% quit yet because of all of the camera movement, and the ARPG feel of the gameplay looks like something I might find it fairly painful to do - maybe even impossible, depending on the day. But if I could have it in my hands, see the accessibility options, find a playstyle I could work with, I would be a lot more inclined to buy it. Now I have people all over reassuring me that the accessibility options will surely be enough (even though they're actually refusing to talk about those in Q&As at the moment) and that of course I'll find a playstyle that's right for me ... and yet I have the memory of playing the closed beta of Secret World: Legends and being unable to play. Of getting Code Vein and finding that the limitations they set on changing keybinds means I can't use an entire ability suite. Of buying WitchSpring R and having to return it immediately upon starting the game because while the demo didn't require a controller, the finished game did. Getting Jedi: Fallen Order and discovering just how ARPG it is and how hard it is to find keybinds that work for me given my limitations. Of having a game I really want - actually owning it - and being unable to play because of things I didn't know before I bought the thing (or it was bought for me, which is somehow worse).

So ... yeah, I'm frustrated that the AAA gaming space would rather obfuscate with marketing hype instead of letting us make an informed decision, with the end result that I either avoid games for a long time (if not forever) ... or risk ending up with a new addition to the collection of very expensive games that I only find out after the fact that I cannot play.

...Basically, MORE DEMOS, PLEASE.

[mlkymchi]

umbrella | [jjk.]

genre(s): angst, a little bit of fluff, strangers lovers au

pairings: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: 900ish 

warnings: heartbreak, hell of angst, mental illness, unrequited love, death, blood, mentions of hospitals.

synopsis: jungkook is still in love with his ex but in the rain that day he meets a girl coated with stardust

taglist: aaa i dont really have anyone to tag :(( if u want to be added to my taglist, just send an ask or dm me ^-^

note: this is a reuploaded fic from my other account, skitsoulmaty. this is my first series & my first post on here so im quite nervous but i hope it goes well ahahah :(( english isnt my first language so i hope u can ignore grammatical errors if i’ve made any🤍

this is a work of fiction. any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.  © sakura, 2021.

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it was one of the gone-wrong picnic days. the day had brought a sky of granite-grey clouds ruffling in ripples, indicating it was about to invite a street of colourful umbrellas to blossom.

and then it did. it came with its heaven given soundtrack, as a million soul fragments in a chorus. together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother’s soulful hum. the pearl-like drops washed every hue into a strong and soulful vibrancy.

crystal clear raindrops hit the stony ground as water seeped inside the jarred ground to mitigate the brittle dried up earth from the harshly flaring brilliant rays of that scorching sphere of fire. the droplets paused on the surface before being engulfed into the soil. it turned dark like molasses under the glossy strands of grass.

but it was not that tranquillizing for jeongguk.

the world resembled his emotions with his darkened over-clouded heart. the raindrops came falling down just like his tears. he was on the street, alone, and the only one who did not have an umbrella.

with every splash that touched the boy’s skin, his jacket gave up on keeping his body dry. water began to soak the bottom of his pale blue jeans, deepening the denim to a stronger hue, and bringing his timberlands to a glossy water-shine. he breathed in the pouring rain as it dampened his dishevelled locks.

he wandered amidst a harmonious choir of raindrops. water poured over his skin so vigorously that it felt as if he was in the flow of a river rather than a rain shower. he could not seem to figure out if he had a lot of thoughts or none at all. everything looked dusky, dull and grey. a nostalgic sensation had crawled in and washed over him when he saw the rain-washed street. it gripped his emotions with might, suffocating him.

he missed her.

jeongguk was like a wilting flower. he was weak, broken, and delicate. deprived of affection and slowly crumbling down.

he studied the way water would pour down in soft cascades, the vibrant image of a summer storm and liked how the very sound could create a sense of silence without loneliness.

they had to fall, he thought. they had no alternative. they had no escape. nowhere, but down on the rugged, solid surface. they had to face their destiny, what the future had in store for them. after they descended, the drops vanished between a billion others. they were not seen anymore, like their value had dissolved after that very moment. they were gone.

maybe he should feel glad; glad that his lifeline was longer. but he wasn’t. all his happiness had been sucked when she left. it had been a year, yet his heart still grieved and yearned for her.

the bitterly raw wind swooshed by, pulling him away from his thoughts. some youngsters’ laughter was heard faintly from a distance. the world around him was unaffected by his suffering. untouched and unbothered by the agony that he is experiencing.

perhaps he was hallucinating, or his vision was fuzzy, but for a second he thought someone was observing him.

“hey there, boy. you look so miserable that someone might mistake you for the male version of oizys!” it was the voice of some girl. it was the kind of deep voice that is so very easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel.

(oizys was the ancient greek goddess of grief & anxiety.)

jeongguk felt enticed to the voice as if it were a magnet. he finally looked up desirous to know who that velvety voice belonged to.

his eyes fell onto were her lips. they were coral and looked soft even in the dark rain, curved up in a smile. then the rest of her face. it would be an understatement to say that he was allured. she had extremely fine, sculpted features. her silvery grey eyes glittered in the gloom, glinting with hope and curiosity. her smile, flawless and delicate. her face was luminescent, a gentle glow. she had the appearance of soul fire sparking against the ice.

she was clad in a white hoodie reaching down till mid thigh with the hood over her touseled brunette hair. her milky appearance made her stand distinctly against the faded surroundings. in the cold mini storm she stood firm.

her innocent aura drew him in.

the mystery girl snapped closed her umbrella, releasing a gravity-defying plume of small droplets. she pulled down her hood and shook her hair to gain some life back into her flattened locks which slowly got drenched.

she noticed that he had looked at her. she pouted when there was no response from jeongguk. “oh i’m really sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you. i should not have joked about that,” she paused and opened her umbrella again, and this time put it over his head, preventing the raindrops from hitting his skin.

she tilted her head and continued, “but, joli garçon, did you really think the rain could mask your tears?”

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second part soon!

[bluepoodle7]

#Neopets #2008YellowFlotsamNeopetsPlush&GlowingTalking2003NoilPlush #NeopetsPlushies #PetPetPlush #Plushies #PlushPals

This is the 2008 Yellow Flotsam Neopets Plush & Glowing Talking 2003 Noil Plush with New AAA batteries which is pretty neat.

Both these plushies are super soft in feel and the Noil petpet face cheeks glows red and makes little noises.

The 2008 No Code Flotsam Keyquest Neopets Yellow Plush and 2003 Noil Glowing Talking Plushies are both in good used condition but may have wear, the Yellow Flotsam has a neon yellow hang tag dangler on the left side of the head, ware on the eyes, lint, tush tag word fading, tush tag ware, the voice box on the Noil lion petpet sounds great but I will keep up to date if the voice box changes, both of the plushies have neopets on the left second paw on the Noil lion petpet and on the left side of the Yellow Flotsam tail, strings loose on the Noil petpet plush, and strings showing on the tail fin on the yellow Flotsam.

I added new AAA batteries to this with the Noil plush.

The 2008 No Code Flotsam Keyquest Neopets Yellow Plush and the 2003 Noil Glowing Talking Plushies both do have a tush tags but not a hang tags or the plastic packaging.

The 2008 No Code Flotsam Keyquest Neopets Yellow Plush is 9 inches but doesn't talk and the 2003 talking Noil Lion Petpet plush is 8 inches from nose on face to tail tip.

Both the Yellow Flotsam Neopets and Noil Glowing Talking Plushies doesn’t have the code hang tags but both do have tush tags.

The front of the tush tag on the Yellow Flotsam says neopets®. TM, ®&© 2008 NEOPETS, INC. Manufactured by JAKKS Pacific Malibu, CA 90265. The back of the tush tag on the Yellow Flotsam says MADE IN CHINA. All new material. Polyester Fibers. Plastic Stiffener. Polypropylene Pellets. Polyurethane Foam. Surface Washable Only.

The front of the Noil Glowing Talking Plush says neopetsTM.© 2003 NEOPETS®. The back of the tush tag says Noil Glowing Talking Plush says DO NOT REMOVE THIS TAG. UNDER PENALTY OF LAW. ALL NEW MATERIAL CONSISTING OF POLYESTER FIBERS. MADE IN CHINA. THINKWAY TOYS. (DIV. OF THINKWAY TRADING CORPORATION.)

These are a very cute and unique 2008 No Code non talking Flotsam Keyquest Neopets Yellow Plush and 2003 Noil Glowing Talking Plush.

The Flotsam plush can wear the build s bear glasses and cannot wear the hobby lobby glasses.

The Noil petpet plush can wear both glasses.

[monamipencil]

asking svt if you can tie a bow on ‘it’ | 96 line

genre; nsfw, cockette, mdni <3 | a/n; need wonwoo to head lock me. i love woozi and anyone who doesn't is weird. lola in her woozidan era <33 | check out 95z, 97z, maknaez!

— jun

congrats, you've managed to weird out the jun. he's weirded out by the idea, per se. not you though, he just finds you adorably weird. but he's down to the idea, infact he's more excited than you (it grew on him). bugging you about what kind of ribbon you're going, what colour, silk or satin, etc etc. you know that he's just curious but he keeps interrupting the mood, forcing you to do what you do. tying him up and gagging him. with the same ribbons that sat on his cock, prettily now. and he's fucking enjoying it. he's strong enough to tear apart the material, binding his hands to the bed post but he doesn't. instead, he whimpers and tremble as you use a vibrator on his tip :)

— soonyoung

so down for the idea. took some time processing when you asked him though. he even shaves completely cause you said you wanted pics as well. and he's trying so hard not to cum right away. your soft touches, and the feeling of the soft ribbon tied around his cock is way too much for his sensory system. but he accidentally worries you because he looks like he's being held hostage as you're taking the pics. he tries to relax, but the moment he does, you wrap your lips around his tip, clicking another pic. then, he breaks. cumming right on your face. hurriedly apologizes and dies a bit on the inside, but makes up for it by blowing your back out <3

— wonwoo

tries so hard to suppress his smile when you ask him. so damn proud of himself (and his buddy, down there). but he wants to tie ribbons on you as well, to which you agree. you drool at the sight of his pretty pink tip fading into the pale pink of the ribbon (you couldn't resist and tied one around his biceps as well). he rubs the tip on your lower lip, the salty precum coating your lips. but before things could go further, he makes you lay down on the bed. you watch as he ties the ribbon on your thighs and one surrounding both your breasts as well. he takes pics of you two. one with you on his lap, one with him teething the ribbon on your breasts and thighs, one with your pretty lips wrapped around his tip, one with his head between your thighs, and one with him head locking you (specifically under your request). saving them on a separate folder on his phone.

— woozi

he already agreed to you tying a bow on his biceps and his hair. he didn't mind it and found it low-key cute. but now you wanna tie one on his cock? stares at you for solid 5 seconds before breaking out into a blush. he gets so red, thinking about it. he's not excited about the idea. it's just, do you love him that much to want to tie a bow on his cock? (or are you just perverted? both.) agrees eventually, if you're happy, he's happy too. and you almost become obsessed with how the pretty red (“shit, this is red too”) bow looks on his hard, prettier cock. it takes everything in you to not just take him in your mouth and give him the best head possible. which you did actually. and you know this won't be the last time you tie a bow on his cock.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia @dokyeomkyeom @bangantokchy @jespecially (send an ask to be added on the taglist!)

[intothegenshinworld]

I just finished reading all of the current chapters of Fate’s Destiney and to say the least, IM OBESSED! Could I be added to the tag list for it? Keep up the amazing work and have a good evening!:)

AAA TYSM <33 messages like these make me motivated to work even harder!! I added you to the taglist, so you should be tagged next chapter (bonus chapter 7.5!) :DD