#Let's keep things organized...[queue]

[melminli]

BANG BANG BANG

summery - thanos was always just such an easy person to argue with. you really hated the guy and that was something that was never going to change, even if your life was on the line and it fucking was.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.8k

contains: violence, death, dark content - just usual squid game stuff really

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"I ask for your attention. The first game will begin shortly. Each player will have their picture taken, then they will follow the staff onto the pitch."

You eyed the confusing and pastel-colored building you were standing in as you listened to the instructions. It wasn't too loud although, there was a bit of whispering from the crowd, the line to the photo booths was pretty organized as well. That was until you suddenly noticed a commotion from a corner, and look who was at the center of it. You just rolled your eyes when you saw the purple-headed guy standing casually between his fans and looked away annoyed after he winked at you charmingly.

Thanos didn't let your subtle rejection bother him. He called out your name and gestured with his fingers to indicate that there was an empty spot next to him - you know, for the group photo. "Hey, you can join the photo, too. Come on."

You continued to ignore his voice and moved forward as the gap between you and the others in front of you widened. Eventually, the loud voices faded into the background, and it was your turn to take the photo. However, while you stood in front of the camera and looked at the smiley face before you, all sense of happiness vanished. If only you weren't so desperate for money, you wouldn't feel compelled to remain in this strange place surrounded by these people.

The flash went off without you even realizing it and caught the absent look on your face. You continued to follow the moving queue like a grazing animal following its herd, lost somewhere in your thoughts until suddenly a person grabbed you by the shoulder.

You instinctively started to defend yourself with widened eyes. "What the hell dude?!" you screamed silently in a panic until you saw the grinning perpetrator in front of you. "Su-bong? What's your problem, I told you to stay away from me asshole, are you stupid?" you grunted angrily and tried again to catch up with the person in front of you so as not to block the way any further.

Thanos just shrugged his shoulders disinterestedly while he casually climbed the stairs behind you. "You really talk a lot, so don't hold it against me when I tune most of it out," he replied, which made you walk a little faster and made him pick up a little more speed to keep up with you.

"Hey, wait a second, woman!" he called out and followed you. "Besides, you know what? You should just call me Thanos, everyone does - it's the name I go by, you know? Not that I expect someone like you to understand the creative thought behind it, but come on. At least try."

You raised your palm to stop his flow of words and perhaps also to put up an imaginary wall between the two of you. "You can explain it however you want, but that's not your name, it's stupid, and I'm definitely not going to call you that." you laughed at him. "Only someone like you could watch every single Marvel movie there is and then identify with the ugly mega villain, really."

That's why I'm not listening, he thought to himself, running his tongue through his teeth in annoyance. "Can you like not be a bitch for a second? You're killing the mood," he spoke out before leaning over the railing and shouting. "The mood is dying!"

"Shut up!" you whispered aggressively as you dragged him away by the arm and rubbed your face in frustration. "What did I do wrong in life besides being born to deserve this..."

Su-bong shook his sleeve from your grip as he sighed himself. "Don't be so dramatic. Are you really still angry about that thing with -"

"Yes," you answer without hesitation, not needing to know how he finished his sentence. Why? Because ever since you knew him, this guy had only made decisions that made you angry. When you thought of the reason that finally broke the camel's back, you had to stop yourself and take a deep breath. "Whatever, someone like you isn't worth it," you declared and then walked with several others through some gate, into the open. No, you were still surrounded by walls, even if they disguised themselves as the sky and clouds.

"Welcome to the first game. All players, please wait a moment on the field. I repeat -"

You continued to look around and noticed people entering from two more entrances. Thanos stood in front of you to block your view. "Are you seriously ignoring me right now? You women are all the same."

You only confirmed his statement with your silence and by averting your gaze from him. Before he could object any further, the gates suddenly closed behind you and the voice from the loudspeakers started talking again. "The first game is called: Green Light, red Light."

A game for children? You repeated perplex in your head and tuned out the voice explaining the rules of the game. You often played this game as a child anyway, you knew how to play it. Do we really earn money by playing this?

"Listen to me! Listen carefully, everyone!" A man suddenly shouted out, attracting the attention of the crowd by trying to explain that losing in this innocent game would mean death.

Unconsciously, your heart began to beat faster as various thoughts raced through your mind. What is this crazy guy talking about? You get killed if you lose? What nonsense. But on the other hand, there must be a catch, who else would give out money for something like this? Maybe -

"Don't worry, that guy just has a few screws loose." Su-bong's voice suddenly spoke out next to you as he turned his index finger next to his head to visualize it. "I can see that there are a million completely unnecessary thoughts running through your little head right now because you always have this funny look on your face when you do," he explained and you just tried really hard not to pay attention to him. He just had to make life difficult for you.

Your eyes wandered again and you looked at the disbelieving faces of the others, who were also just looking at the front man strangely. I'll just be careful and see what happens. Someone will probably lose and then we'll see if it's true or not, simple as that.

There was an announcement that the game was about to start and you saw the stopwatch at the front set to five minutes. You took a deep breath and finally, the robot girl moved to look away. "Red light, green light."

Your concentration was fixed on watching her movements so that you could stop at the right moment. You didn't want to rush, but the time pressure was real. You found yourself glancing at the time too often and subconsciously started to count the seconds you had left. You usually weren't a person who could work under such circumstances, but you had to manage the whole thing somehow. You really didn't want to lose, especially not be the first to do it.

"Freeze! Don't move!"

Shut the fuck up. This guy was seriously getting on your nerves. Your eyes were looking forward while you just stood still and then, a bee flew in front of you. Stay away you stupid thing, you thought as the distance between the insect and your face grew smaller and smaller.

A female voice next to you finally spoke out. "Is this guy on drugs?" She asked when the strange man started to scream again, you didn't know if it was that which caught the bee's attention or her sweet perfume that was suddenly being carried through the wind in your direction, but it didn't matter. You were just glad that it wasn't your problem anymore. Though, you couldn't breathe a sigh of relief since you didn't dare breathe at all when that creepy doll was turned in your direction. The thing looked like it could shoot lasers out of its eyes at any second or something.

"Nope, that's not how you act when you're high." Thanos replied from beside you, and even if you could hold your breath for as long as you needed to, things looked a lot different when it came to a petty comment. 

Your mouth didn't move when you spoke, like that of a ventriloquist's. "Of course, you would know best, you fucking drug addict." was all that came out of you while you looked at his back. 

Thanos grunted as several ideas popped into his head about how he could twist your words, but he tried really hard not to say any of them. I could really take some pills right now. "I'm about to really hurt your feelings, sweetie."

"No! Really?" you let out as you pretended to be really scared of what was about to happen before your tone changed back to being monotone. "I'm pissing in my pants, please don't."

Ignoring your argument, the little innocent bee finally landed on the neck of number 196. "Hey, what's that?" she uttered as she felt a slight tingling sensation on her neck.

Thano's eyes turned to her figure beside him as he answered her. "Don't freak out, it's just a bee."

"A bee?!" She exclaimed in a panic and started waving her arms around wildly to scare the insect away as quickly as possible. You watched her, as many others probably did right now, but the girl herself realized her own mistake far too late when she finally stopped moving and looked up at Thanos. "Shit." she laughed out. "I just moved."

As soon as she finished her sentence, a bullet flew straight through her skull and dropped her body motionless to the floor. You felt a cold shiver run through your whole body and your heart suddenly stopped before it started beating like crazy in your chest. That didn't just happen. Your head automatically tried to calm you down with some kind of slander, but your eyes couldn't help but move to the dead body on the floor, which was now smeared with fresh blood. No, it really did.

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[melanchoire]

omg i accidentally sent this to “the queue” without finishing answering 😭 anon i had to delete your ask because it wouldn’t let me send it back to drafts but here it is 💗

cw: stepcest, face sitting, mention of alcohol and weed, scissoring, squirting.

yujin is your cool older step–sister who has a cool life. you know, the typical cliché, attractive girl who is a social butterfly and friends with everyone, goes out partying every weekend and sleeps with half the school… but your parents don’t know the last part, and they shouldn’t!!

they trust yujin a lot because she has always shown herself to be responsible and mature. even if she may not have the highest grades, she’s still a good student who tries hard in her studies

one night your parents are going out to dinner and then going on a little trip because it’s their anniversary, so they decide to ask your lovely older sister to take care of her younger sister 🥰

but the moment your parents walk through the door, yujin grabs her phone and sends a voice note to someone saying “they have already left. you can come now.” and you look at her because you don’t understand what she’s referring to exactly, but when you hear a car park in the garage and see yujin grin as she heads to the door, you begin to understand what’s going on

yujin organizing a small party between friends that she calls a casual and quiet gathering, but just by looking at the faces and attitude of yujin’s friends you know that they aren’t the innocent or calm type

and she won’t let you go to your room. of course, she was taking care of her little sister and she had to make sure to keep her eyes on you. plus, she’s such a sweet sister that she decides to include you in her girls’ night ❤️

although this was definitely not your kind of activity that you do with your friends. i mean, girls drinking alcohol like it’s water, smoking weed and stinking up the whole place, and playing games like truth or dare or spin the bottle where all they do is kiss or do pretty suggestive things doesn’t go hand in hand with you

forcing you to play because she’s not letting you be a part of her friends’ gathering just for you to be here being a party pooper. she says she wants you to have fun, assuring you that your parents won’t find out and that sometimes it’s better to live life to the fullest

oh and everything is worse when you spin the bottle and it stops pointing at yujin. she smiles so smugly while her friends party and laugh. and of course you try to refuse to fulfill the challenge! you had to kiss your stepsister, and even if you don’t share blood ties, she’s still your sister!!

her friends sing your name and cheer you on 😭 you try to reason with yujin but she starts to approach you, crawling up to where you’re sitting on the floor and looking at you with hungry eyes and a mocking smile

“just let it flow. i know you want this as much as i do.” and she takes your face in both hands and silences you with her lips before you can say anything

and yujin was such an amazing kisser 😵‍💫 for your part, you didn’t have much experience kissing and you didn’t know what to do, so you tried to imitate yujin and her movements. and she definitely loves how messy and sloppy the kiss is getting!! moaning against your lips and nibbling on your bottom lip between her teeth, smirking victoriously against your lips when she manages to make you moan against her swollen lips and she takes the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth and lose even more control…

and when she pulls away, her ego boosts at the sight of you all agitated and out of breath, lips swollen from the kiss and bites she was giving you the whole time. her friends just laugh and cheer yujin on, teasing her and joking around with each other, but she only has her eyes on you, leaning in to give you a soft, quick peck on your lips

she doesn’t stop there. you thought it was just something your sister did during a fun night out with her friends, but you were wrong! even with your parents present in your face, she keeps giving you suggestive looks and certain behavior towards you, the tension was so big between the two of you that you were nervous, feeling that maybe your parents might get suspicious… but no! they were oblivious to this, thinking it was just yujin’s usual playful behavior and your shyness

messy makeout sessions with yujin? messy makeout sessions with yujin! she drags you into her room or into yours, rushing to push you onto the bed and climb on top of you or making you sit on her lap. messy, sloppy kisses where there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips when you two part, hands on each other which includes groping or grabbing touching anywhere and everywhere, or even her having her hands in your hair to pull at your locks and control the kiss in all areas + yujin is the type who pushes her knee between your legs and presses against your cunt, smiling into the kiss when you whine against her lips and unconsciously move your hips against her leg

and she loves having you as her little personal toy with which she can satisfy her needs. sitting on your face and riding your face for hours until she’s finally satisfied, enjoying watching your shiny, innocent eyes give her sweet glances while your inexperienced mouth works on her pussy, but don’t worry! yujin will ride your face as long as it takes until you’re a complete pussy devouring expert

she would even guide your hands to her ass and place hers on top of yours to hold them there, encouraging you to touch her because i know she’s the type of girl who enjoys getting her ass slapped while she's being eaten out

she also grabs her own tits and pinches her nipples between her fingers because she needs hands on her everywhere. at one point she grabs the headboard of the bed with both hands in a death grip, dropping her head back and moaning as she moves her hips against your mouth because she’s getting closer and closer

“that’s it, baby. keep going like that. make your big sis feel good.”

yujin cumming with a loud moan, squirting all over your face 😵‍💫 she enjoys watching you swallow it all without her even having to tell you anything about it, watching you even clean up the remaining juices left on her inner thighs

and she of course has to reward you for being a good girl for her! the way? rubbing her pussy against yours and having the messiest, sweatiest lesbian sex possible 🥰

she loves having you under her, positioning herself between your legs so that her pussy lines up with yours, holding one of your legs over her shoulder and hugging it against her chest while she takes care of fucking her pussy against yours 🥴 leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, pushing the leg she was holding over her shoulder against your chest, managing to grind her pussy and rub her clit against yours in such a delicious way that it was driving you crazy

“stay like this, baby sis. let me take care of this sweet cunt.”

and yujin no longer has to worry about meeting new people or going on dates to get a good fuck, because she knows that when she comes home, she has a cute doll that she can play with whenever she wants

[moonchild9350]

Lavender Fields-Chapter 1: Different

Summary: you give an insight into your daily life within the lab, a place you've never left after being brought here by humans. life is mundane and repetitive, that is until you meet Hyunjin, your new lab technician.

Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

Genre: sci fi au, romance, au, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning: verbal and brief physical abuse

Notes: welcome to the Lavender Fields series! I am pumped to release this series and embark on this journey with y'all :) I hope you enjoy the first chapter and as always, let me know what you think!

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Series Summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

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“Time to wake up!”

You open your eyes at the shrill sound of the cheery voice that is speaking over the loudspeaker signaling the start of another day. You sit up, and blink, clearing the sleep from your eyes before swinging your legs out of bed to get up.

The minimalist room is cold, the chill brushing against your skin in the early hours of the morning. You don’t mind, however, as you are made to withstand the cold.

You walk to the door and open it, merging into the crowd of people hurrying down the corridor. You follow the queue, all of you on your way to the the morning room, a place where you prepare for the day. It is quiet, no one around you utters a word, casting an almost eerie silence, with only the pitter patter of bare feet on the floor.

Once at your destination, a lady dressed in blue guides you to a stall, your daily outfit hanging from the partition that blocks off a changing area so you can dress in privacy.

There's a small mirror plastered on the wall, tiny cracks scattered throughout from years of age, but still usable nonetheless. You look at your reflection, your face puffy from sleep and eyes bloodshot. You tossed and turned last night as you kept being awakened by vivid images flashing across your mind leaving you in a panic.

You eyes travel down to the small engraving on the side of your neck that has been there since birth. It blends in perfectly with your skin, the intricate swirls almost looking like a tattoo.

Sighing, you grab the white garment from its hanger and slide it over your head, the scratchy material rubbing against your skin, the feeling almost akin to sandpaper. You don’t mind however, as you can’t tell since you’re not programmed to feel unlike most humans.

Once dressed, the lady fixes your hair, brushing the long strands that travel down your back and land at your tailbone. She ushers you out of the stall once done, ordering you to follow the others in line to your assigned work room.

You arrive in minutes, your desk set up with your task for the day. Today looks like you’re organizing testing supplies as there’s a haphazard pile of tubes, wires, and other things in the center of the desks.

Sitting down, you begin your work, keeping your eyes on your materials that are in front of you. It’s silent in the room as no one says a peep.

Watchers pace the rows with their hands behind their backs, their eyes trained on you and your peers, ensuring the job gets done appropriately.

If you mess up a task, they scold you but it makes no difference. You do not understand the meaning behind the words, not understanding why they scrunch their face up in a scowl, spitting words in your face as to what you did wrong and how useless you are.

The morning passes and you work until your stomach growls, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. You immediately put down your supplies as there’s the ring of a bell over the intercom, signaling it’s time to make your way to the lab.

You only get food after morning work and going to the lab, the humans claiming it’s a treat, a present for being obedient. That’s why you obeyed, completed your work, and let them experiment on you without complaints.

So is the life here within Biofuture labs.

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You are y/n, from the planet Gevora, which is light years away from planet earth in which you now reside. You resemble the humans here on earth, the only difference being you are emotionless, as they were not needed on your home planet.

Your only home that you’ve ever known is Biofuture labs, a name you’ve seen many times on the doors you pass on a daily basis. You were born here, within the confines of this building, and taken away from your mother at age five, where you were put with the other children from your planet.

You don’t remember much about your mother, but then again you don’t remember much of anything of your past. Only that you are 25 years old and you have the number 032518 inscribed on your arm.

Your days are busy and long here within the lab, the technicians making sure no one is idle. Mornings are spent completing your assigned task, similar to a job, a concept you know of because of a description you read in a book.

Mid to late mornings are spent in the lab, your assigned lab technician running different tests on you, jotting down responses and results.

You’re not sure what they’re testing for, but you’ve noticed they take special interest in you for some reason, as they run extra tests on you, whispering to each other while staring at you all the while.

Today was no different. An orderly leads you to lab five, the typical space you spent every day in for testing. You walk into the empty space, your eyes roaming the area to take in your surroundings.

The walls are a ghostly white and there’s a table with two chairs in the center of the room. There’s nothing else present except for a window on the wall next to the door. However, every time you try to look through it, you only see your reflection.

You walk towards one of the chairs, pull it out, and sit down, placing your hands in your lap. You look at the man across from you and wait for the session to begin.

Your lab tech’s name is Raoul. He’s bald with piercing black eyes that are unsettling to you, the feeling unknown but just doesn’t sit right. He never smiles at you and sometimes he'll scream.

When these events occur, you stare back at him as something bubbles up inside you. It’s a gnawing feeling deep in your gut, that sometimes spreads to other parts of your body. If it goes on long enough, you start to see spots and break out into a sweat, all while your hands start to tremble.

You’re not sure what is happening when that occurs and no one takes the time to explain...not that you ask. One time you discussed the sensation with one of your peers during a free period, away from the prying ears of the technicians. However, after explaining what occurred, they didn’t know what was happening either, as they’ve never felt that way.

You stared into this man’s eyes, hoping that it would be a good session, and not one where he screams as you really don’t want to feel that way again.

“Y/n, are you ready for today’s session?” Raoul asked as he pulls out a stack of cards.

“Yes,” you respond, your gaze flickering down to the cards in his hands.

You watch as he pulls out the first card and holds it up to you. You realize it’s the same test that you’ve completed this whole week, the same cards, the same images. You don’t understand why they keep making you repeat the test. Are you doing something wrong?

“What do you see here y/n?”

You gaze at the image, your eyes roaming the card. You tilt your head to look at it a different angle, trying to get a good grasp of the concept.

It’s a mess of a picture, the picture not clear cut, but if you look at it long enough you can start to make out wings of a maybe an…insect or a bird? You think a moment more before nodding your head, agreeing on your answer.

“A butterfly,” you say plainly, your eyes settling on Raoul again.

He doesn’t respond to your answer, but instead places the card aside just to pick up the next one.

“And here?”

Once more, you stare at the picture, the image strange. This picture has red on the top and bottom of the black image. You remember the feeling you had whenever Raoul screams at you, hurling names that are not yours and sound insulting. This picture reminds you of that in a way, but you can’t put a name to it.

Taking a breath, you respond, “bear with blood on its head and feet.”

You watch Raoul’s eyebrows raise briefly and within a second it’s gone, his face devoid of any reaction. Did you answer wrong? Why is he looking at you like that? Your eyes follow as he puts the card down and picks up another.

And so it goes, card after card as time passes. Your responses are simple, “two people, animal skin, another butterfly, another animal skin, a face.”

At the last three cards, you sit up straighter and your eyes get bigger as something warm flows through you. This is the same reaction you had the previous days of the week. Raoul watches your every move, ensuring he doesn’t miss your reaction.

“A tiger, a person, a crab,” you respond in succession.

You let out a breath as he sets the last card down, the test seeming to be over. Raoul leans forward and stares at you with narrowed eyes. You don’t move but stare back, waiting on the next test.

“You are nothing, you know that?” Raoul says, spittle flying from his mouth.

You cock your head, unsure of what he meant. He lets out a loud laugh at your reaction, his hands coming down to slap the table. You jolt in your seat at the sound, your eyes wide as the hairs stick up on your arms, and little bumps form. You feel your heart beat faster, the thump thump pounding against your skin.

Despite this, you continue to stare at him, watching as he turns red in the face from laughing.

“You don’t even know what you’re feeling! I knew it was too good to be true!”

What you are feeling? What does he mean by the word ‘feeling?’ You watch as Raoul gets up and walks your way, stopping right next to you. He grabs your hair and forces you to look up at him.

You comply without protest, your hands still in your lap.

“You. Are. Nothing.”

He releases your hair with a shove, your hands reaching out for the table to catch yourself from falling. You blink once, twice before an orderly is next to you, ordering you to get up and follow them out of the room. It seems today’s testing is over.

“Dinner will be in a few hours. You will wait in your room until said time,” the orderly saids, glancing at you in her periphery.

You nod and continue to follow her all the way to your room. She unlocks the door and lets you in, closing and locking it once you cross the threshold. You glance at the door before glancing at your room, taking in the few belongings you have.

Your bed sits in the corner, a simple blue blanket placed neatly on top, your pillow fluffed and ready for nighttime. Next to your bed is a pile of an assortment of books that you have acquired over the years. You often sit curled up in the corner reading, filling your head with other worlds and what is in them.

However, your most prized possession is the mural on the wall across from your bed that you have been working on. In different vibrant shades of purple, you have painted lavender flowers. The wall is covered in delicate strokes of the purple stems, accompanied by the brown stalk that anchors it to the ground.

You discovered the flower in one of your books, your eyes lighting up at the picture. You remember touching the page with your fingertips, lightly brushing over the image as you stared at the beautiful colors. After that moment, you worked extra hard to earn favor with some of the orderlies so you could acquire paints.

You were going to recreate the scene so you could go to the place with the flowers, the pretty lavender flowers. That was years ago. The wall was halfway painted in the beauties, causing you to feel warm inside.

Walking further inside, you grabbed your paints and paintbrush and kneeled down to paint, your mind drifting in the mundane task that you have grown accustomed to. Your eyes wandered over the wet paint, as you paid attention to the tiniest detail, wanting to get the picture just right.

Time passed and you painted, lost in the world of lavender, that you didn’t hear the bell outside your door signaling dinner. You jumped when you heard the door open, dropping your paintbrush in the process, the bristles brushing against the hem of your dress, staining it in purple.

“Dinner time, get up,” the orderly said, crossing her arms when she noticed you weren’t ready.

You had no time to put your supplies away so you gently set them down and got up, your knees cracking with the sudden movement. You followed the lady to a hall, and sat down next to one of your peers. Dinner was served and everyone ate in relative silence as there was not much to say when everyone did the same thing day in and day out.

The rest of the afternoon passed with no significance. Settling into bed, you pulled the blanket up to your chin. Yawning, you turned your head to gaze at the mural, your mind drifting to how it would be escape to the field, to smell their scent, and touch their delicate petals.

With these thoughts you drifted off, another day come and gone of your life here within the lab. — — Days passed, which turned into weeks. You were subjected to the same tests again and again. You were yelled at and chastised over and over, the same phrase repeated on a daily basis.

“You are nothing.”

You sat there as you were tossed around, your hair disheveled, your arms pinched, your face spit on as Raoul ran his tests day in and day out. You felt that weird sensation as before, but a new one had started to develop.

On a particular day, you endured the typical testing, but when Raoul repeated the same phrase to you, you felt a pang in your heart, and your eyes clouded over causing your vision to be blurry.

You had no idea what was going on and tried to blink, jumping in your seat as you felt tears fall from your eyes. Raoul stared at you in disbelief. He screamed that you were faking it, that you had no inkling as to what you were feeling.

Feeling. Feeling. Feeling.

You are nothing.

You continued to stare straight ahead as he screamed in your ear, chastising you for things you did not understand. Your hands were trembling, your heart beating rapidly until you heard a loud bang on the window.

Raoul stopped, and straightened up, narrowing his eyes once more at you before exiting the room. You let out a breath, your body sinking in the chair you were sitting on. It was over, or so you would hope.

— — Hyunjin watched as the director banged on the glass of lab five, the vibration causing the glass to rattle. He glared at Raoul as he watched the man release you and walk to the door.

In his four years of working here, he’s never experienced a technician as brutal as Raoul, and it was unfortunate he was assigned to you.

You. The anomaly.

You were different than your peers. Typically your kind does not experience emotions, do not even know what they are. However, you showed promise as a little girl, being subjected to testing from a young age.

His father remembers you and was in awe, watching as you were taken from your mother at the ripe age of five and brought to the room with the other children. You hesitated and held on tighter to your mother’s hand, fear etched in your eyes at the strange people coming to take you away.

His father went on to say it took you a while to adjust, your days spent separated from the other children, as you didn’t want to interact with them. Of course overtime, you forgot your mother, and fell right into the routine of living here in the lab.

You excelled on your testing, the technicians surprised at how your grasped emotional concepts the others have not. You were the only one in the hundreds of Gevorians that lived here that had an inkling of similarity to human kind.

Over the last six months, that uniqueness showed as you had interesting results after taking the Rorschach test over and over. It seemed you could learn to encompass the emotional capacity the others lacked.

Hyunjin took notice and became interested in your progress, wanting to know more about you. He looked through your files, all the way from childhood to adolescence, studied your results and the potential you had to make it in the human world, which is ultimately the labs goal.

He took to watching your sessions, notebook in hand to take notes. Imagine his horror when he saw Raoul abusing you, berating you for not being able to feel. Hyunjin’s heart broke for you in your predicament as he’s sure you were confused, not being able to understand the emotions that were going through you during the sessions.

Eventually, he had had enough as he saw you crying one day as Raoul spat in your face and called you nothing once more. He marched to the director’s office then and there and demanded Raoul be taken off the case and that he be assigned to you instead.

At first the director was hesitant, not sure if he would be able to handle you, but after many reassurances, he was granted the request.

Hyunjin went so far as to ask to have your sessions in different places throughout the building, to see if it’ll help in your journey. He was very persuasive, promising positive outcomes, which was risky, but a risk he was willing to take. He remembered silently cheering when the director granted him that power.

Now, here he was with several other technicians and the director himself, all staring down at Raoul.

“As of today Raoul, you are no longer y/n’s technician. Hyunjin will take over their sessions,” the director said in a commanding tone, his hands placed behind his back challenging any defiance.

“What the fuck! I’m making progress! Can’t you see that!” Raoul screamed.

Hyunjin shook his head in disdain, “How? By abusing y/n? Berating them? How is that going to help you son of a bitch?”

“Hyunjin!” The director said, shock in his eyes. He turned to look back at Raoul, “you are not their technician any longer. That’s final.”

The director turned around and marched out, the other technicians filing behind him. Raoul turned toward Hyunjin furious.

“You think you can handle y/n? Good luck, you won’t make a dent. Don’t come crying to me when the director fires you because you failed in your task.”

Hyunjin wiped the spit from his face and watched Raoul storm away.

He was definitely up for the task, wanting to make sure you could have a fulfilling life. One that was better than the one you lived within these walls.

He turned to stare at you through the two way mirror, watching how you stared straight ahead, waiting for someone to get you. However, he looked closer, and noticed your face was wet, as tears streamed down your face.

You didn’t wipe them, but let them fall down your cheeks, onto your clothes as you most likely had no clue what you were feeling.

He watched as an orderly came to retrieve you, watching as you walked past him, not even giving him a second glance.

He would be successful if it’s the last thing he does. He can’t let a promising, talented person like you rot here within the lab. He will mold you, teach you, and take you under his wing.

And once Hyunjin sets a goal, he follows it through.

He can’t wait for your first session together.

He can’t wait to meet you.

Taglist: @jehhskz @jeonginsleftcheek @simpforleeknaur @armystay89 @palindrome969 @slut4hee @ivydoesit23 @amarecerasus @kaysungshine @fun-fanfics @baby-stay92 @velvetmoonlght @possum-playground @frehyun @seungminsbest @nightmarenyxx @linocvp1d @ddroh @redlightsallnight @eastjonowhere @stayjinnie

[lavender-twilight23]

IMPROMPTU FANFICTION TED TALK

I’m gonna address something that I have thought about recently and then also give a little pep talk to anybody else that might be feeling this way or in a similar way:

Fanfiction is a valid form of expression and it’s okay to write fanfiction, no matter your age, no matter your life circumstance!

Recently, I’ve had doubts about whether or not I should still be writing fanfiction. I’m in my second semester of college, pursuing film, and I have plenty of original stories (three novels, four screenplays) floating around in my head that I keep telling myself I should get back into. But I still find myself feverishly writing fanfiction and pouring heaps of creative energy into that. And especially with how much fucking fanfiction I’ve written in the past six months, (over 201,000 words worth) I’ve had tons of thoughts like:

“You’re pursuing your passions, looking toward the future into your career ambitions, AT COLLEGE, and you’re STILL writing fanfiction?”

“It’s ridiculous how much fanfiction you’re churning out with all the original stories you have sitting in the back of your head that need to get written.”

“You’re wasting your time writing fanfiction, you should be investing your time into your original works, y’know, the things that are ACTUALLY gonna get released into the world one day.”

“You not gonna get paid for writing fanfiction– put more energy into writing the stories that you’ll actually end up getting paid to write rather than spending your time writing things that will only ever seen the light of a social media website.”

And shit like that. So I have thought recently: Why are you still writing fanfiction now that you’re taking active steps toward pursuing your dreams? Why are you writing THIS MUCH fanfiction when you should be spending your creative time working on your films/original novels?

Yep. So I guess some sort of guilt, or self-deprecation about writing fanfiction. And not just about the fanfiction writing itself, but also about HOW MUCH fanfiction I’ve been writing, to a point where I either 1) always have a project going, something I’m in the middle of, 2) always something next on my queue (I literally wrote a whole fanfic queue and color coded it to organize it for future fanfics and I have a huge-ass note on my phone/computer dedicated to recording/brainstorming ideas), or 3) spend more time in my fanfic-planning journal than taking notes for my college classes.

I’m doing well in classes and all that shit, but still, I find myself feeling bad that I write so much fanfiction, so to both combat that, and to give validation to others who might be hesitant about writing fanfiction as I've felt in the past:

IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY, IT’S VALID, AND YOU SHOULD KEEP DOING IT.

If it brings you joy, it has a purpose in your life. Fanfiction is just yet another way to express love for something you like, something you love, and that obsession comes out as passion, which has to be expressed, and it’s no different than drawing fan art, making edits, or even any hobby that ISN’T directly tied to a fandom.

If writing fanfiction is how you prefer to spend your creative time, then it has a place in how you live your life.

If it makes you happy and brings you joy, then it has a reason for being in your life.

Fanfiction has a purpose in your life, let it fulfill that purpose.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Carry on. ❤️🩷🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[calina-alda]

What habits could Albert and Leon adopt from each other?

These are just some of the small habits and behaviors that came to mind, mostly with rookie Leon and S.T.A.R.S. Wesker in mind.

Habits that Leon and Wesker adopt from each other

• Leon's terrible jokes

Every time Leon makes a pun or some ridiculous quip, Wesker gives him The Look. Arms crossed, brow arched, silence that screams, why am I in love with this idiot? Then the corners of Wesker’s mouth twitch. He turns away too quickly. Leon notices, every single time. Eventually, Wesker lets a laugh slip and then one day, even worse, Wesker joins in. Leon is so proud.

• Carrying an extra pen for Wesker

Leon notices Wesker always checks for his favorite pen before meetings. So Leon starts bringing a spare, acting like it’s no big deal, but Wesker always uses it.

• Softly mimicking Wesker’s phrases

Wesker has precise, formal wording. Leon starts slipping into it occasionally “That would be ideal,” or “understood” and it makes Wesker’s mouth twitch in amusement every time. (And Jill teases the shit out of Leon, when it slips out infront of her)

• Privat space

Wesker learns to relax. The first time Leon kicks off his shoes in the hallway or leaves a coffee mug on the nightstand, Wesker’s eye twitches. But he breathes through it. Slowly, he learns that not everything has to be perfect. If Leon’s coat ends up slung over the couch, Wesker folds it instead of snapping. Leon, in return, starts putting things away. He begins organizing his keys, folding laundry properly, even wiping down counters without being asked, because he knows Wesker prefers it that way. Together, they find a happy medium: the apartment is clean, cozy, full of personality (except Wesker’s alphabetically organized bookshelf that Leon has learned not to mess with the hard way)

• Tidying up when Wesker is stressed

Leon doesn’t say anything, just starts organizing papers, wiping down the surface. It’s his silent way of showing support.

• Carrying snacks Leon likes

Wesker starts keeping Leon’s favorite granola bars in his desk drawer, because he knows Leon tends to forget to eat. He also stocks up on candy at home because Leon often demands a 'sweet treat'

• Waiting for Leon before starting his coffee

Wesker used to drink alone. Now, he waits for Leon’s break so they can sit together, even if it’s only five minutes. It’s their quiet ritual.

• Genuine emotional expression

Wesker is controlled to a fault, but Leon's presence, his honesty, and how deeply he feels could teach Wesker the value of vulnerability in small, private moments. Maybe he starts letting his guard down, even just in quiet ways like saying "I missed you" or initiating physical affection without needing an excuse.

• Letting Leon pick the music in the car

Wesker usually drives in silence or with classical music, but he lets Leon queue up whatever he wants

• Work-life-balance

Both of them are chronic over-workers, but they absolutely refuse to let the other burn out. Wesker will snatch Leon’s reports right out of his hands at 2 a.m. like, “You’re done for tonight. Sleep, now.” Leon does the same when Wesker’s been glaring at data for six hours straight, dragging him to the couch and putting coffee out of reach. Over time, their routines shift and they start taking real evenings off.

• Smiling more

No one else sees it, but around Leon, Wesker's smiles are softer, a little crooked, completely real. Leon brings it out of him without even trying.

• Wesker making space for Leon

He lifts his arm when Leon walks into the room with zero hesitation, already expecting him to collapse into his side on the couch. It’s not even conscious, it’s just muscle memory now. Leon slides in, tucks under his arm, and neither of them says a word about it.

• Sleep positions

Wesker sleeps on his side just to hold Leon, even though it messes with his neck and he’s used to laying on his back like a statue. But Leon always sleeps better curled into his chest, so now it’s just what he does.

• Reading

Leon, who used to hate sitting still long enough to read, now keeps a book tucked under the couch or next to the bed, because Wesker reads, and he wanted something to do during those quiet evenings. Now he finds he actually likes it, especially when Wesker’s arm is draped across his legs and the room is silent except for pages turning.

• Leons terrible tast in movies

Wesker tolerates Leon’s objectively horrible taste in movies. He will sit through the cheesiest 90s action flick or the dumbest romcom without complaint, stoic and still, while Leon is laughing and quoting every line. He only ever smiles when Leon isn’t looking.

• Wesker’s Food Discipline

At first, Leon rebels. He complains every time Wesker sets a plate in front of him with greens on it. Wesker doesn’t respond, just raises a brow and watches until Leon eats it all anyway. Wesker’s mealtimes are sacred. Breakfast at 7. Lunch at 12:30. Dinner at 7. No negotiations. Leon starts to joke about it, calling him a walking calendar, but he also starts showing up right on time, every time. It sneaks up on Leon. One day at work, someone’s like “Let’s grab lunch later, maybe after one,” and Leon genuinely pauses, confused. “But... it’s 12:30? That’s lunch time.” His team just blinks at him while he realizes, he’s become Wesker.

• Wesker quietly plugs in Leon’s phone at night

Because Leon forgets it, all the time. There’s no comment. Just a charged phone on the nightstand in the morning.

[evidenceof]

and roll credits for webgott valentine's week! long-ish post but i don't think it can be anything but saur...

haguenau is for lovers was me deciding to shoot for the moon after 1) meg wondered out loud about a webgott week (after injecting webgott into my brain), 2) i zoomed in on lieb reading sunday comics, feverishly tore through the stars and stripes archive only to realize that easy was in haguenau during valentine's week 3) caoimhe said, "haguenau is for lovers" and it sticking into my brain permanently.

that is to say, i am so very lucky to be friends with people whose thoughts are so infectious and always brilliant. would like to take this time to thank the people who held my sweaty hand all throughout my first stab at organizing a fan event.

tierney @kbsd my beloved!! thank you for literally putting up with my anxiety through all this and for reading (and proofreading) walls of text on gdocs to make sure i still sounded sane. putting up with wips for queueing and scheduling posts when i'm asleep even if you've had a Long Day of Moving houses. i would literally be in the trenches without you. thank you for never doubting me and for genuinely matching my (control) freak.

meg @ww2yaoi head webgott babe (let's all acknowledge that) for the really kind messages. they helped me more than you'd know!! licherally hilf wouldnt even be alive if i hadn't seen you post theee Webgott Wednesday Locket way back last year, and if you hadn't written lippenstift, down in the valley, no ghost looms (tbh all ur webgott) and made me spiral into this for good.

caoimhe @randlemartin. this'll sound weird but just trust ok. thank you for writing both text posts and fic that compel me to no end. the germ of the idea wouldn't have grown into anything good without it being fattened by your thoughts and words!! haguenau is for lovers <3 ik it isn't webgott, but reading delichon while prepping for this over the holidays kept me going fr.

karina @markedfordead and julia @joe-fuckingtwice-toye. your tags and everything you made throughout the event made me wanna cryyyy. they were all so sweet and genuinely, when i'd be fidgeting over the event day ahead, seeing that you two took the time to make something so lovely nearly every single day literally pacified the gnawing self-doubt hahaha thank you i mean it so much.

to everyone who participated!! wrote fics and drabbles, made web weaves, beautiful art that made me want to chew my screen because of how beautiful they all are, thank you so much!!!!!!! to everyone who rb-ed and liked, made valentines, my heart feels a lot bigger thanks to all of you.

shoutout to my laptop, photoshop, my secondhand wacom tablet that's been roi-ed the fuck out since november, my two hands, and futura condensed (1940s print would be NOTHING without you). thank god none of them decided to give up on me during event prep and proper. (and to my bubs who had to literally listen to me scream and yap about this from beginning to end. you are a saint. idk how i got so lucky to be with someone who supports my being a fujo wife with dead ww2 vets)

really wanted to keep my modding this on the down low, largely cos idk!! i just wanted the focus to be on webgott and the event, but also bc i knew this whole thing couldn't have come together because of a singular person, or even moreso, a singular interpretation of the ship. so i felt the distance was necessary. though i am proud, in a small way (im allowing myself a lil' bit of it), of being able to create a bunch of things for a pair i've fallen in love with, and for a group of people who hold so much affection for them.

all that to say! im glad to have made things with love, and (tw: cheesy as fuck) im only really able to do that bc im surrounded by people who love so beautifully. thank you all from da bottom of mi heart. if u read up until here. thank you for that too. ♡

♡ happy webgott wednesday. haguenau will always be for lovers. ♡

sorry this is literally too many scrolls down lmfao

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

⋆🫧˚⊹ Doll Tips: Running + Managing a Blog! ୭₊˚ 💿🎀

⋆🫧˚⊹ Doll tips!! ˙𓈒 𓏸 ; Hey Hey Dolls!! Welcome back 2 Doll Tips!! Where i give you tips and tricks in literally anything u want today i got and ask from a lovely new follower ! on advice for starting a manifestation blog!! So lets get into it!! 🎀 @liyahaffirmed

₊˚💿✩ 1; Posting Ideas !! ୭₊˚

When it comes to manifestation there are lots of topics you can post about its quite a diverse topic & community with lots of different opinions on different things some manifestation topics you can post about

3D

Ignoring The Unfavorable/3D

Fulfillment

Things to manifest

Subliminal

Manifesting Techniques

Imagination

Conciseness etc.

₊˚ 🏩✩ 2 ; Aesthetics !! ୭₊˚

Aesthetics are important for almost any social media platform not only to make you recognizable, showcasing authenticity & because who doesn’t love looking at pretty pictures and fonts for me personally i don’t follow a set aesthetic more so i showcase my authentic self with things i like and i try not to categorize myself with a certain aesthetic but its still fine to take inspiration here and there make your posts authentically your own!!

₊˚🪼✩ 3 ; Decorate it !! ୭₊˚

Who doesn’t love looking at pretty pictures?? when decorating your posts/blog you wanna make sure that its not only fun to look it but also make sure you have your own signature look/trade mark it could really be anything you want it 2 you can find super cute images/symbols on Pinterest and tumblr but also you wanna make your own 2 be recognizable you can utilize this all through your blog like

Banners

Pfps

Fonts/Word coloring

emojis

dividers (be sure 2 give creds to og creators)

symbols

color schemes

bios

master list

personalized hashtags!

₊˚ 🌸✩ 4 ; Posting Schedule + Organization !! ୭₊˚

Running a blog can sometimes be a tedious process especially if you have other things to do so what i like 2 do is make a posting schedule for certain dates and have my posts organized and ready 2 be posted i have a table spread sheet on my notion of different types of posts and when i posts them also you can utilize the queue feature so you can post without having to forget!!

₊˚🎀✩ 5 ; Consistency is Key !! ୭₊˚

When i first started my blog i only posted like small little affirmation posts but when i really started to take this seriously and keep pushing out blog posts i started to gain s following and now i have literally my biggest social media platform on my tumblr

also not being consistent will not only let you down but also your viewers because you may not realize it but people will actually love your blog more than you think!!

₊˚⭐️✩ 6 ; Negativity !! ୭₊˚

At times you will get nasty messages in your ask box,reblogs or even a comment section and literally just ignore these people especially the anon asks they’re too scared to just say it to your face so they wanna be little pricks and throw reads and you and buck at you for no reason just delete the asks,ignore it or sometimes you can also throw a read back st them and sometimes they won’t even respond because they’re essentially little punks or like to mess with people 4 no reason

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Pinned FAQ

How do I request a card?

You can request up to 3 cards for free during openaskbox events! During those, the /ask inbox opens up for a few hours, during which I try to write as many as I can live on twitch and post them on tumblr.

After the event is over and I close that inbox, there are still a BUNCH of leftover requests. This is how I fill the daily content queue, I use those up til it's empty again and then run another openaskbox.

On Saturdays at 1pm EST I write all 28 cards due to go up for the week from that pool of leftover asks live on twitch and then queue them to go up after stream

What if I don't wanna wait?

If you'd like to throw a bit of cash around instead of waiting, you can buy via the etsy listing or you can tune in to those^ Saturday livestreams, there's a variety of ways to donate to get cards written for you on the spot

How do I buy the card I've requested?

The etsy listing is available here! Please remember to include in the notes of the purchase which card(s) you want to buy. If you'd like me to bundle together all the cards you've requested over a period of a few years, dm me here on the blog and I can quote you on a cheaper bundle price

Why did you answer all those asks, it messed up my dash?

Sorry about that! So to keep all of that ^ organized, at the end of the month, I answer about 112-140 leftover asks in order to record them to a proper "to-write document"

It helps me keep organized, it allows me to easily search for spelling issues, and it gets a few eyeballs on the request in case someone tries to slip an obscure slur into their request that I'm not cool with writing (it has happened)

Lots of the regulars are used to this dash nonsense, but there are folks who want to avoid it entirely. If you're on mobile I'd just recommend unfollowing for a while, but if you're on desktop, you can blacklist the tag "added to notepad" and go to xkit to tick the "fully hide blocked tags" option so it clears up your dash

Wait I thought requests were closed, why can I still send things?

That's because requests use /ask, but /submit is always open because it's for YOUR calligraphy, pet photos, fanart of man... etc. Requests are NOT open when it's not openaskbox day but feel free to send me cool shit YOU made anytime

Wait you have a twitch, do you do anything other than calligraphy?

I try! my schedule at work (restaurant) varies week to week so I try my best to stream whenever I've got free time to, nothing's really planned out though

What are your regular writing tools and paper?

I mainly just use speedball nibs, specifically the c-series (c-0 through c-4) because they're angled flat nibs that let me do most blackletter hands I write. I have a supply of leonardt thin tips for detailing and illustrating

The blackletter hands I use rotate through a gothic textura, an italic, a fraktur and an uncial throughout the day, since I post four cards per day.

As for paper, the cards you see on the daily are on plain index cue cards I buy from staples. When commissioned/doing larger pieces, I work with a variety of paper, including a 32 lb xerox paper that has juuuust a perfect amount of lamination that avoids ink feathering, black paper that I bought a hundred sheets of in 2019 and I no longer remember the label, and a BOATLOAD of southworth's ivory parchment paper at both 32 and 64 lb weights. If you're looking to get anything larger than 11x17, I have a bigass 18x24 pad of watercolour paper I can cut down to whatever size we need.

[skyrider3217artz]

Commission Info!

Im finally getting around to making a post on my commissions. For this past year, I have been accepting them but never really made it a public thing due to fears of it overwhelming me, but I feel I am ready to put it out there so I wouldn't have to repeat myself in DMs.

Edit: I also help manage plush related commissions for @skythevirus, so you can also ask her as well if I am unavailable.

So here's it is! I'll try to keep this updated as much as I can so things are accurate.

Disclaimer!

I am still new to plush making and commissions in general, so my style and processes may change as I improve. Please know that I work on this part-time, so projects may take longer than normal. I try to stick to finishing 1 plush a month, but things can change. I function under first come, first serve with an open waitlist if it becomes full. Please let me know if you want to be added to it. Just be mindful it will take a while until I take your commission. I will message you when I am available to take your commission, but if you do not respond in a week, I WILL take you OFF the list and take the next one in line!

I have a Trello board of my work queue. For more info, FAQ, and TOS, please visit the link below:

See below for more info.

Please read in entirely!

Plushies

All prices are in USD and range based on complexity!

Large Plush

$500+ Size: 2ft+

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Medium Plush

$200 - $450 Size: 10 in. - 18 in.

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Small Plush

$80 - $150 Size: 6 in. - 9 in.

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Note: Sizes are based on main body size (head & torso/body), large details that make the plush bigger (like wings and long tails) adds to the price.

Info

2 Slots at a time. First come, first served.

If full, you can request to be added to a waitlist. I will message if it becomes available, must message within a week to keep a spot.

Machine sewn with embroidered details (via embroidery machine). Some parts will be hand-sewn, like smaller details.

For gradients, Sublimation/Printing can be used (will increase price).

Half payment upon starting, the last half plus shipping once completed. (Can pay upfront for smaller projects ONLY).

Shipping internationally is offered; however, please be mindful of shipping prices between countries!

Materials are primarily Minky (if limited, Mochi or Plush Fleece will be used). Main suppliers are Lazy Lamb, Big Z Fabric, and Shannon Fabrics. If you want specific colors or fabrics, please specify.

Can remake previous works with minor modifications/changes (can be completed sooner).

MUST provide multiple pictures showing all sides and details, or a Reference Sheet, especially for Original Characters (OCs).

Must specify any requested removable details.

DELICATE Detailing! Hand wash! Do NOT machine wash!

OPTIONAL (Addons):

Poseable Plush (using wire or plastic armature), additional 25$ Fee. (Great for plushies for display, Not recommended if you prefer a more huggable plushie).

I will NOT do:

> Mechs/Robots* > TOO many details** > Mild/Extreme Gore/NSFW

I WILL do:

> Human Characters* > Animals/Creatures > Fan Art of existing characters > Origonal Characters (OCs)

*Please note I currently specialize in animals and creatures of any kind. This can become avalable in the future as I improve. If you are interested in any of these, please ask and I may approve it.

**This is subjective depending on what is requested from the client. Details must be achievable through plush form. If I deem a detail to be impossible to make, I can negotiate a workaround. If a solution is not realized, I will decline.

Updated as of: May 21, 2025

[jojo-oliver]

How to tumblr for artists… my own version

A collection of things that have been working for me, but may not work for everyone

~~~ your posts ~~~

!!!reblog your own stuff!!! you need to reblog your own stuff, there is nothing morally wrong with reblogging your own stuff regularly. in fact, it is morally right to allow the chance for more people to see your artwork.

~~~ queue it!! ~~~ my queue is 500 posts strong. maybe don't try to make your queue hundreds of posts strong in the same day omg but like… once every month or two i'll go through my whole blog and just scroll and "add to drafts" to every one of my own posts i have. then i'll use the "mass post editor" to add content warning tags. and add to queue, and shuffle. and then I write down what the date was for when I last added my posts to be reblogged on queue. this is helped by turning on timestamps for posts in tumblr "dashboard preferences" settings.

queueing is necessary and life saving for me. It takes out so much work with decision fatigue and the anxiety around posting. It also guarantees that even if I suddenly need time off or away from my phone, I don't just disappear and lose all traction. It also breaks the instant-gratification cycle that you expect when you finish an artwork. It's hard to keep creating when you post something and, when you're expecting to get that gratification, you get none... If you queue your new artwork to come out at a later time, you've separated that expectation - with time. It hurts less and contributes to a more consistent gratification thing instead of peaks and troughs.

~~~ tag ya stuff ~~~ when you're making a new post, the first 20 tags are what gets put into the searchable tags. do not feel shame for using lots of tags. shame is the mind-killer. tags are hard. hard to know what to tag a post with. hard to remember the tags. so I found some ways to help myself. maybe they'll help you too. dedicate some time towards just figuring out what tags you want to use. i have a list in my phone notes that i add tags to and reference whenever i'm making a new post. i have the phone right beside the laptop while i'm tagging so that i can just look at it and scroll. tags are the only way for people to find your artwork, other than people manually coming to your blog because they saw you somewhere. there is no algorithm. posting without tags, until you have an established fanbase, is throwing something into the void.

When I'm doing tag research, I look at what people seem to use - when you put something in the search bar, tumblr recommends you some that have a higher following, typically. Looks like this on desktop:

if you like one tag, look at what other people who use that tag also tag their posts with. Observe and learn how this tag is used. search through a bunch of them and write them down.

here's what i got in my notes, for the specific kind of art I post and look for:

these tags are sort of specific to me and the kind of art I make. You'll want to research your own tags, but this is an example of how I keep them organized to make posting more effective. I generally only write down a tag when it's got more than 2k followers. You might be tempted to use the tags with millions of followers, but I've actually found those a lot less functional for small artists. If your stuff doesn't immediately get a bunch of notifications, you're drowned out and pushed to the bottom much faster. But the bigger tags are better than no tags, so I keep them if I can't think of anything else to tag something with.

~~~ post at the right times….? ~~~

fridays and saturdays is when I post fresh new things... usually. every website has it's own peak hours, and you can find those hours in many different online articles that try to sell you social media growth services. tumblr is unique in having later hours.

here's some random graph from google images:

please don't over think this. please don't let this consume the idea of when to post, preventing you from posting at all. it doesn't mean too much - if you post during very active hours, maybe your art would just be pushed down the feed faster. if you post at the end of hours, maybe everyone's going to sleep… if you post at inactive hours, maybe there's less 'competition'… if you post at the beginning of active hours, maybe that's just more time for your post to circulate for the day, if you have enough people reblogging it once it drops....

this also is in EST. So fuck the other time zones, I guess. I'm over here in europe knowing that the "best" time to post would be like 2-3am or something. It's like this for most english-speaking majority sites - higher traffic in north american time zones.

it's also worth mentioning that this is scattered as heck, compared to other social media sites. and it's not like, the activity times of your followers. it's not the best time to post for your niche. this is just tumblr, broadly. all of tumblr.

~~~ Plan ahead for annual dates ~~~

Your artwork will get more circulation if it's posted on a celebratory day. You could just put them on your calendar and if you're wondering what to make, look on the calendar for what's coming soon. For example, asexual awareness day, trans day of visibility, location-specific holidays, etc. Here's my phone notes thing with my own recorded annuals:

I got these dates from googling and reading different articles, but I find that I still miss dates, and then I add them for next year. If you know of some I missed, tell me and I'll add them please <3

~~~ reblog other people's stuff ~~~

tumblr is sorta about ecosystems. things get passed around within groups of people that are all following eachother. to enter this ecosystem, you must engage and reblog other people's stuff too.

if you reblog other artists' stuff, sometimes they'll come over and reblog your stuff too. sometimes they'll follow you back. this is called becoming a mutual. I'll search specific tags for the kinds of people I want to follow and the kind of art I like - those are listed in the screenshot of my tag note under "Tags for finding new people".

I see a lot of blogs out there that are very clean, posts are tagless, and are only for the artists' content. like scrolling through a portfolio. I imagine this is good for people who are migrating to tumblr but already have their own established fanbase from elsewhere.

you don't need to do reblog other people's stuff on your art blog, you can do this on a separate blog. but if the two don't look very closely correlated, it's hard to tell who you are when you're interacting. and hard to make sure people know that you are the same person as your art blog. and you gotta remember to promote yourself on your personal blog.

~~~ have an art tag ~~~

make your blog easy to search!

if i go to your blog, and you've written 'artist' or 'sometimes art' in your bio, i wanna see it… it make me so sad when i don't get to see it. i want to reblog it. please let me reblog it :(

to make a tag on your own blog searchable, you don't need to repost it to add a tag. you don't even need to reblog it. you can actually just go back to the original post and edit it to add your tag. I've seen post people just have their art tag be something like #(blogname)art . you can see my own in my tags image above. if it's very unique, then it'll work tumblr-wide. I think that's good, since the tumblr search function is really weird. Otherwise it should still work if it's not entirely unique, people just have to make sure they're searching specifically your blog to see only your stuff.

I like to have a link in my pinned post where people can click to have immediately searched for my art tag. Convenience is king. Keep in mind that most people are on mobile, and if something isn't immediately clickable, they often won't find it.

~~~ be consistent and be patient ~~~

!!!this time will pass anyway!!! how many notes you have is not correlated with how good you are as an artist. wanting to earn something from your art means you essentially have two jobs. two potentially full time jobs. this shit's difficult. most of the job is promoting yourself. don't undersell how hard it is to do… don't feel bad for not immediately succeeding. I would write about how hard it's been to promote myself, but it would just be long and sad I think.

This isn't a full guide, please feel free to add more!!

I'm sure in another year I'll disagree with a lot of this, it will become irrelevant with time, and I'll have a lot of different opinions. Chip in and share what you've been doing? Teach me? This is very overwhelming. Don't do it all at once, just like, try one thing at a time, and see how it works for you. Your niche might be different. One size does not fit all. If you're confused about some of the things I talk about in here, you might be on mobile. I do most of my queueing and posting from the desktop browser version.

I will update this with more as things change, but I think you'll have to click through to see the updated post

[xonyxox]

Intro and Important Info ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

(read before interacting!)

I go by Nyx here ♡ ︎I’m generally very horny all the time, so I decided to start posting so I have somewhere to put all the thoughts that float around in my brain, and maybe you to share them with! New account, not new user (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

my blog will be strictly 18+, so please act accordingly. no minors, blank blogs, married, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, etc.

About me જ⁀➴ ♡

I’m part of many fandoms, including (but not limited to) Arcane, Avatar (and Korra!! put respect on my girl’s name), Spiderverse, Star Wars, Marvel, Interview with a Vampire, etc. My likes will also probably be flooded with fanfics/fanart lol

I also love reading, painting (though it’s been a while), writing. Anything creative to pass the time. Always need music, of course

Speaking of music! I love most genres. I listen to anything from today’s pop, to punk, punk/rock, 50’s-60’s music, to dad rock, 70’s-80’s music, midwestern emo… so yes, a little bit of everything. However, it’s somehow not enough, and I’m always looking for more

Bisexual, but (unfortunately) leaning towards men

Red is my favorite color ❤️

Will probably be posting mostly nsfw since that’s what I made this for, but will have other content as well

Whatever comes up in my head and on my feed. I’ve abandoned personal blog. Fuck it, let freak and neat meet 🙂‍↕️

NSFW જ⁀➴ ♡

Mainly sub, but with dom tendencies. Depends how I feel that day

I’m down for anything sweet and vanilla, as well as anything a bit more intense

Love, love, loveee myself some praise, maybe a bit of degradation mixed in ❤️‍🔥

(good girl, pretty girl, good slut, little whore, etc.)

Size kink (5 feet to be exact)

Preference for older men. Yes, I have daddy issues (selective daddy kink)

LIGHT choking

Breeding (but not the pregnancy part,, no kids for me)

+ cockwarming mmmmhm

Biting? But not always in an NSFW way. Will sometimes bite out of no where, sometimes wanna mark you up all over

Will just lick and suck on ur chest all day idc. Let me drool all over

Always horny when intoxicated (weed and alc 😋)

Can’t think of much else on the spot, but otherwise peek at the blog!

Will probably be using “dick”/“cock” in text posts but this does not exclude straps/toys ! Just want something inside me :p

Hard no’s જ⁀➴ ♡

P*ss, scat

Feet

Pet play

Drugged, r*pe, kidnapped, assault, etc

Inc*st/fauxcest

Age play

“Kid”, “kiddo”, “dad”, etc.

If you DM, don’t be kinky right away. I will block your ass. (someone literally opened with “hey bitch” …yeah guess what happened) I’m expressive on here but I’m also a normal human being, not a sex bot

Anything similar/following these paths

Tags જ⁀➴ ♡

I’ll try to stay mostly organized on here, mostly for my own sanity :P Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with these lol and update when needed

horny thought dumps- #nyxthots❤️‍🔥

general thought dumps- #nyxthinx💭

im obsessed with romantic cannibalism okay- #nyxnoms🫀

photo dumps (probably most/all from pinterest)- #nyxpix📷

music n such- #nyxnotes🎵

other, non-nsfw things- #nyxxtra

Asks & DM’s જ⁀➴ ♡

I do have a life outside of Tumblr and have notifs off, so I may not be active much other than posting in bursts late at night (in the US. Unfortunate, ik)

DMs and asks open

Do not send any unsolicited pics or media of any kind, I also will not send in return.

We can also just chat about anything, doesn’t need to be spicy! Just be kind and considerate, and I will reciprocate 🫶🏻

Also pls don’t open with just “Hey” 😭😭 where tf am I supposed to go with that. I also suck at holding convos so if u give me nothing to work with then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’ll probably be using queue to post sometimes, so even if there’s a recent one it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m active. I’ll also probably be posting mostly right before I go to sleep, so if you DM, be prepared to wait many hours until I respond.

I’ll try to keep this updated, but that’s all for now!

💋ྀིྀི,

N 🌙

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 23.

"Is that taco bell breakfast i smell?" jake said, sounding as if he was about to start floating to locate the smell. he turned the corner into the kitchen, where i was sitting with tara.

it was 7 in the morning, and the 4 of us were about to go finally pack up my old apartment. they insisted on helping despite me saying i could get it all done myself since i didn't own much anyway.

"Yes, jake." she rolled her eyes, tossing him his usual order. he squeeled like a little girl before tearing into the wrap.

"im gonna go get johnnie up." i walked down the hall towards our room and walked in silently.

johnnie laid on the bed with a peaceful look on his face. his arms were tucked awkwardly under his head as his legs were tangled in the blankets.

i gently shook his shoulder, placing a kiss on his forehead. "Good morning, sleepy head. we have breakfast."

he rubbed his eye, black eyeshadow transferring to his finger. "mornin'." he pulled me in, kissing me softly before sitting up. "When you were asleep, i organized the closet. you can fit your clothes in half of it now."

"Oh my god, really?" i furrowed my eyebrows, a small smile growing on my face.

"i mean, yeah. where else are you going to put your clothes?" he slipped on his socks and stood up.

his fingers tangled with mine as he led me back into the kitchen and sat down next to me. he rested his hand right above my knee as Jake immediately started a conversation with them. i passed johnnie his breakfast, and he dug in, clearly starving.

jake looked down at his phone, "what time do you think we'll be done?"

"Well, im not too sure. i mean, theres 5 of us packing up my tiny apartment, so it's probably around noon." i thought outloud, earning a 'hm' from jake.

everyone had finished their food. jake and tara went to get their shoes on and start the car while johnnie went to take off his makeup. i sat in the kitchen on my phone, waiting for johnnie to be done.

"Ready to go?" he asked, his clean face making me smile. it wasn't often i got to see him without makeup.

"mhm." i stood up and stretched. i put my hair into a messy bun to get it out of the way before walking out the door, johnnie not far behind me. "Thank you again for helping with all of this."

"Don't thank me." he hesitated as if he was going to add onto the sentence. he gently rubbed my lower back.

i hummed, "Okay, then."

Johnnie and i sat in the back of jakes car while him and Tara were up front. I zoned out. thinking about my old apartment made me nervous. although i wasn't going alone, something still felt off. after the incident and how easily i got imhured, i didn't want the same to happen to them. Or maybe it was the fact that my creepy old neighbor lent me a piece to a vaccum, and i still need to give it back, but i seriously doubted that was the reason. i decided to shove my paranoia down as i didn't want to let it ruin my day.

it was if i had blinked and we were already there. i picked my head up, rubbing the cheek that was leaning on my arm.

"i was room number 206," i commented, pulling the keys out of my pocket.

"i can't believe theres not a fucking elevator. This bitch has 5 stories." Jake complained as we tromped up the stairs.

"Just be glad she's not on the 5th one," tara wiped smudged lip gloss off the corner of her mouth.

"Exactly," johnnie nods, slightly out of breath.

i unlocked my front door and pushed it open, revealing my still messy apartment. "Oh, i never came back to clean up." i admitted, even though it was plain to see.

"dont worry about it, missy." jake teased in his southern accent.

tara and jake covered the kitchen while johnnie and i started in the living room. we all added songs to the spotify queue and got to work. i was smart enough to keep boxes stored in my closet. There was always a just in case thing. The living room was nearly empty, the only furniture consisting of a rug and a small sofa that i planned on putting by the trash for someone else to take. i didn't have much decoration, either. All that i had was a painting, my mother had made me and a thrifted portrait of marilyn monroe. The only other things on the wall were some empty colorful vases on a small shelf.

we quickly wrapped those up while tara and jake stacked all of my plates and bowls in between wash cloths. I announced we were moving to a different room before heading into the hall to focus on the closet.

The closet didn't take much work. We shoved blankets and towels into one big box before moving on to my bedroom.

my room was a much bigger task, considering this was the room i spent most of my time in. i sat at my vanity and began packing it up while Johnnie took over the closet.

"i want to stream later, and i was wondering if you wanted to be on it." Johnnie mentioned, bagging up clothes that were hung up.

"Sure, that sounds fun. im still kind of nervous though, what if your fans don't like me?" i glanced over.

"They'll love you, i promise." he smiled at me. "i was thinking i could do your makeup for the stream."

"fuck yeah." i agreed, standing up and making my way to my side table. "Didn't we make those plans a while ago?"

"Yeah, but then a bunch of shit happened. and i figured since we're together now, everyone should get to know you a little better." A light blush spread across his face.

"Good idea. im down," i agreed.

The rest of the house was packed up within the next 3 hours. Jake and i moved all of the furniture down to the garbage bins, with little help from tara and johnnie. i took one last look at my empty apartment before locking it up and turning in my keys.

[scribeofskyrim]

Welcome!

This is my character's journal that I'm keeping as I play through Skyrim. Every time I sleep, I stop playing and record what happened throughout the day. I'm playing the original version, with a few mods to make it more realistic (Wet & Cold, iNeed, etc) which makes it more fun for me.

FYI, I'm trying to play the game as in-character as possible, so I might skip over some of your favorite questlines. This means that if it's something I think Bronwen would look at and go "Nope!" I'm not going to do it.

I'm also including her thoughts and feelings, along with lots of non-gameplay bits to give the narrative spice, like backstories and such. I want it to be more than "Did X Quest, Did Y Quest, repeat ad nauseum".

Journal Entries are scheduled for 11 AM EST once they're edited.

Click Here to Start!

If you'd rather read it on Ao3, you can find it here:

I update in roughtly 5k word chunks (two or three entries, usually) on ao3 on Thursday. The fic on ao3 is behind tumblr, but at least you can get email updates and such there.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it!

If you prefer audio format, I'm making it into a podfic, too! Listen Here on AO3

My Asks are open, so feel free to ask about my headcanons, the Lore as I understand it, whatever! I also like to draw, but I'm terribly indecisive. Let me know if there's a particular moment in the fic you'd like to see.

Bronwen's Hoard - My sideblog where I reblog general TES stuff and TES adjacent things. Feel free to make suggestions for the queue. Fanart, fanfic, memes, whatever. Shameless self-promotion is encouraged.

[phoenixmuses]

Hi again everyone! Just a quick update. C: ★ DRAFTS & INBOX: I've cleared out my drafts and reorganized a little bit, so as of right now, it looks like I have 35 threads in there. I got rid of ones that I wasn't interested in any longer, but most of the threads that I previously had are still in there. My queue has almost 300 memes/starters, questions for the Mun, and reminders in it, so that's set up for when I reopen my inbox. My inbox is going to be cleared next so that I can focus on new starters and the like when it's time. With that being said, my inbox is not going to reopen until I have these threads scheduled out, that way I can stay on top of them and not get overwhelmed (you guys are all fantastic and patient, it has nothing to do with you, I just get stressed out trying to keep up <3). ★ MAINS: I've never had mains before, but I think I'll open three slots. Mains will get priority for replies, plotting, and memes. Excluding a few people that I already consider Mains (@honorarystripes, @mythical-muses, @ghostsandmirrors), please let me know in a DM or the replies if you would like to be considered for one of these slots. ★ AFFILIATES: These are blogs that have extensive ties to the canon of my muse(s). I have an OC that I'll be working on with @slytherintragedy (assuming we're both still down for that, I know I was on hiatus for a while, but I'll reach out and discuss more with you soon 💜). I'll also be opening two slots for this as well if anyone is interested. Affiliates will be automatically be considered Mains. ★ STIPULATIONS: 1) We need to have written together before and have some sort of established friendship. 2) Be cool with me sending you random things (art, ficlets, headcanons, plot ideas, Pinterest boards, etc.) at random times. 3) If you're listed as a Main and/or Affiliate, I don't expect the same (although, it's a nice gesture, but I don't mind either way). ★ NOTES: This is just to help me organize a little better on who I should reply to first, what threads I might be more active on, vibing with the Mun outside of threads, etc. Please don't take it personally if I select someone else, I love you guys equally! I just get stressed out easily and I'm trying to figure out a way to help myself not panic lmao. (':

[deadn30n]

hi

if you got a follow from me, it means i want to stay in touch / keep writing together. you are, however, not obligated to refollow if you do not want to. i won't hold it against you.

a few things

please be sure to read my carrd as both my rules and my roster have changed. especially the part about me becoming private and not allowing following first. you can skim if you need to, much of what's important is bolded in red

i will be reaching out to everyone individually about plotting / continuing threads. bear with me on this, i might be slow about it, but this will be done over the next few days

at present, all active threads i have kept have been transferred over here

likewise, any asks you sent will be responded to here + with your @

please don't take it personally if i didn't follow all of your blogs ( if you have multiple ). this time around, i intend to only follow the blogs i see interaction with. if you want me to interact with a specific character of your's that i'm not following, just shoot me a dm and we can chat it out and see what we can work with

i apologize in advance, but many of the next posts i make will not only be thread replies, but content pertaining to characters ( mainly portrayal notes ). i'll do my best not to spam but please bear with me, i intend to be more organized than i was last time around.

my tags have become simplified. ship partners will get personalized ship tags at some point. i may run on a half-queue basis, we'll see.

if you want to drop threads and start fresh since this blog is fresh, let me know. i'm perfectly content with that.

[douknowthisgaydisabledcharacter]

Welcome to Do You Know This LGBTQ+ Disabled Character

It’s pretty self explanatory, hope you have fun.

General Information:

Polls will run for a week, hopefully in some order of submission at this point. They will start posting June 1st

As this is do you know this LGBTQ+ disabled character not do you know this LGBTQ+ disabled person, please don’t submit real people. The other main don’t submit this is Harry Potter, there will probably be a few other things, but they aren’t really significant.

Characters do have to be canon disabled and canon LGBTQ+ but it doesn’t have to be explicit in text confirmation, outside confirmation works as well.

If you have any questions feel free to shoot an ask, response time should be soonish.

The block button exists for a reason, please be civil.

Submissions:

Submit as many characters as you want, just only one character per submission. Characters can be sent in via asks but we’d prefer the form linked. Additionally, please consider doing a search of our blog to see if the character has been posted.

Tags:

#asks -will be on all asks

#submission asks -asks that regard qualifications of characters, or anything related to the organization of the poll.

#submitted characters asks -asks regarding what characters have been submitted and stuff like that.

#other asks -asks that aren’t about the polls

#dyktgdc -any posts that are important about the setup of this blog, generally won’t be asks, won’t be character polls.

Questions?:

Check here first to see if we’ve answered your question already. (This includes what counts as a disability, please check that first before sending in an ask)

Posting Schedule:

We will be posting three polls a day (instead of four), as there is a lower volume of characters that qualify. Additionally, we run @doyouknowthisdisabledcharacter so need a lower posting rate here. The polls will post at 5:00, 13:00, and 21:00 UTC

Other Notes:

We are not all knowing, so if we fuck up on something please let us know.

If you are questioning why we are running a second poll blog when we have difficulty keeping up with the other one, that's fair. That being said, we have a really big backlog of image ids we can use for this, plus the slower posting rate means we really will be operating on a queue for this blog. Additionally, this is just the kinda blog we want to have.