#Tutorials are harder than I thought :')

[macaronnya]

He said yes!!!!

[bobcatteeth]

Guys wish me luck I’ve decided to make a vtuber model and instead of picking something easy for my first rigging experience it’s going to be a furry.

[shiftthemoon]

reality shifting isn’t hard. you’ve been told it’s hard because everyone’s too scared to admit it’s not. they cling to their 800-step methods, their must-have crystals, their perfect conditions because they think that if they let go of that control, they’ll fail. but here’s the thing: the more you try to control the process, the more you convince yourself it’s out of your control. and that’s the problem. that’s why so many people feel stuck. shifting isn’t some big, far-fetched thing. it’s just you. it’s always been you.

we’re conditioned to think we’re powerless. think about it—school, work, society, all of it drills this idea into us that everything has to be proven, earned, validated. so, when you hear about shifting, your brain freaks out and says, wait, wait, this is too easy, this can’t be real. and then you spiral. you overcomplicate it. you make yourself think you need the “perfect” script, the “right” subliminal, or that you have to meditate for three hours while the stars align perfectly. like, no… you don’t. all of that? it’s fluff. it’s noise.

at its core, shifting is belief. just belief. no, really, let that sink in. you don’t need to “do” belief perfectly. it’s not something you master through sheer willpower. it’s something you already have. you’ve believed in things your whole life. you believed in gravity without needing proof. you believe your favorite songs are beautiful without needing to explain why. belief is natural. it’s effortless when you stop overthinking it. that’s the energy you need to bring to shifting—trust. trust that your mind knows what it’s doing, and that if you let it, it will take you there. every single extra thing you pile on? the overthinking, the doubt, the need for guarantees? that’s what’s slowing you down. not the “lack of progress,” not some mythical “block”—it’s you convincing yourself it’s harder than it is.

and let’s talk about social media for a second. oh my god, the shifting community on social media… i get it. it’s comforting to see other people on this journey. but let’s be honest—how much of that content is actually helping you? like, really? 90% of the time, scrolling through shifting advice isn’t inspiring; it’s overwhelming. everyone’s got their own opinions, their own “best methods,” their own rules. one person says scripting is a must, another says it’s a waste of time. one person swears by affirmations, another says visualization is the only way. and before you know it, you’re sitting there questioning everything you thought you knew, wondering if you’ll ever get it “right.” spoiler alert: you already know how to shift. you don’t need a thousand voices telling you what to do. in fact, the more you listen to them, the harder it becomes to hear yourself.

take a break. seriously. log off the apps. give yourself space to breathe and think. ask yourself: why do i want to shift? what’s stopping me? what feels right to me? no tiktok trend, youtube guide, or reddit post can answer those questions for you. only you can. and i know that sounds scary. we’ve been conditioned to think we need external validation for everything, but shifting is a deeply personal thing. you don’t need a step-by-step tutorial. you need to trust your instincts. that’s it.

and let me be clear: i’m not saying methods or subliminals are bad. they’re fine if they help you feel aligned. but they’re not what makes shifting happen. you are. methods are just tools. if you use them, great. if you don’t, that’s great too. because the truth is, shifting isn’t about doing things “right.” it’s about letting go of the idea that you need to.

so let me break it down for you. the only things you really need to shift are:

1. a desire. you have to want to go to your desired reality. no brainer, right?

2. belief. this is the big one. you have to trust it’s possible. no “what ifs,” no “but hows.” just trust.

3. persistence. if it doesn’t happen right away, that’s okay. don’t give up. if you’ve ever learned to ride a bike, you know that falling doesn’t mean you can’t do it—it just means you’re learning. shifting is the same.

that’s it. no fancy rituals, no endless research, no “perfect” conditions. the process is simple because it’s natural. you’ve probably done it before without even realizing it— the only reason it feels hard now is because you’ve convinced yourself it has to be.

stop making it harder than it needs to be. shifting isn’t this unattainable, mystical thing reserved for “chosen ones.” it’s something anyone can do. you can do it. your mom can do it. that anti-shifter lurking in every crevice of shiftblr could do it. you’ve always been capable. but you have to stop getting in your own way. stop doubting yourself. stop relying on others to tell you what’s possible. this is your journey. own it.

and above all, be patient. shifting is not a race. it’s not about how fast you can get there or how perfect your dr is. it’s about trust, intention, and focus. log off, tune into yourself, and let it happen. shifting has always been yours to claim. it’s not something you need permission for. it’s not something you need to earn. it’s just you, your mind, and your belief. always has been, always will be.

[all-with-angel]

"Stop fucking moving." Sukuna snapped, tugging at your hair harder when your head tilted too far sideways.

You hissed at the pain, on any other occasion, you'd enjoy the hair-pulling. Not this time though. "I didn't even move!"

"Yes you did," To emphasize his point, Sukuna tugged at your hair again, glaring at the back of your head. He scowled before glancing back at the hairstyle tutorial open on his phone and grabbing another bobby pin. "Now stay still."

Rolling your eyes, you huffed but stayed put this time.

A few peaceful seconds later, Sukuna's hands in your hair and literally nothing to distract you with, your gaze started to drift to the side again. Careful to not move your head too much and instead seeing how far your peripheral could go.

Sukuna seems to notice this anyway, clicking his tongue at your antics. "What, bored?"

"Ugh, yes! Ofcourse I am! You expect me to sit in silence while you do my hair?"

"Yes."

"Well I won't!"

Sukuna's scowl deepened. "You're the one who demanded that I do your hair, you brat." It was true, you had presented Sukuna with a video tutorial of a hairstyle that you wanted to try. Ofcourse, it was too complicated for one person to do but! You figured your boyfriend could easily do it better than any other professional.

"Yeah! But you could atleast turn the TV on!"

Sukuna stayed quiet for a moment, in thoughtful silence, you hoped.

"No."

"Oh cmon! Pleaaaaseee? I'll give you a kiss!" You pleaded, turning your head to Sukuna and making kissy faces. He cringed, but he still had a firm hand holding your hair in place despite all your squirming. "I'll get a kiss even if I didn't do that."

"Then you're on a kiss ban! No more kisses until you turn the TV on!"

Sukuna grumbled, something along the lines of 'stupid goddamn blackmail' and 'fucking unfair' and various other complaints. And yet.

"Fine. Whatever. Hold this." He tugged at the section of hair he was holding, albeit a bit more gentler than before. You beamed in victory and happily held the section up just as Sukuna stomped his way to the living room and turned the TV on.

"Can you put love island on?"

"Fuck no."

A.N. this was supposed to be smut but the real desires of the heart won (domestic hair styling)

[akisteahouse]

Thinking about parenting with Heartslabyul…

Synopsis: in home economics, you get randomly assigned to a partner to raise a ‘child’ - a robot baby meant to simulate a real infant’s needs. Things definitely get… interesting, to say the least.

Riddle Rosehearts!

knowing how he was raised, Riddle isn’t exactly the best parent figure - speaking to children as if they were fully grown adults, either too quickly or too slowly.

adamantly refusing the thought of naming the kid at first, because “Naming the robot is a risk far too large for me to take. The number of seniors that have failed this assignment due to growing attached to their supposed child…I absolutely cannot let this drag Heartslabyul’s dorm ranking down!”

he gives in after you give him puppy dog eyes.

“Rose is… an acceptable name."

work division wise, you’re unfortunately tasked with most of the first-hand child rearing things - feeding her, changing diapers, rocking her until she stopped fussing…

though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do his fair share of work.

all expenses are charged to him, as well as the assembly of the cot(which he spent at least five minutes scrutinising to check if it was safe) and pretty much all of the cleaning of the dirty laundry(how can such a small thing produce so much grime?)

somewhere along the line, you two work out an agreement where you take turns taking care of Rose.

whenever Riddle's the one taking care of her, he possesses one of those infinite mom bags as well as a baby carrier.

the only downside of this arrangement is that berating and punishing students are harder when it's his turn, because Rose isn't exactly fond of him raising his voice.

somehow teaches a literal perfect simulation of a child to follow all 810 of the Queen’s rules??? Yeah you don't question it either, just give her her tea when the time is right.

absolutely DID NOT sniffle when he had to give Rose back. >:*(

an overall decent partner, if you're fine with your robot kid having the divorced kid treatment.

Trey Clover!

names your kid something stupid, like Pistachio, for shits and giggles, all while feigning innocence.

“Pistachio's a cute name, isn't it?”, in between bouts of laughter.

a great partner - as the Oldest Child, he's pretty well-versed in taking care of kids younger than him, after all.

if only little Pistachio wasn't an absolute menace.

a fussy eater, non-stop tantrum thrower, and the type of slippery kid as in stop staring at him for two seconds and suddenly he's hanging on a laundry line.

but hey, at least Trey seems used to it!

He absolutely WILL NOT do the divorced parent arrangement - claiming that co-parenting is way easier, so congrats, you're moving into his dorm for a while!

assembles the cot in less than ten minutes, without even needing the manual. the true MVP.

pretty okay with soothing Pistachio, even if he's in the midst of class, waking up at midnight to feed the little shit, talking to him while pushing his pram…

teaches Pistachio how to speak and is SUCH a smug bastard when he says his name before yours - jerk. >:(

pretty calm throughout the return process, kinda just glad his parenting days are over. For now >:))))

a great guy to be assigned with, just don't let him name anything in the future.

Cater Diamond!

searches up ‘cute baby names’ on Magicam the minute you let him choose the kid's name, ends up with Sunny.

is… weirdly willing to take care of a baby?!

like full on watching tutorials online on how to rock a fussing baby, how to change diapers, how to feed one… before falling down the internet rabbit hole that is ‘wow, these things die easily.’

IS still the bbg in the relationship, sorry pookie, you're gonna have to assemble the cot yourself <333

fashions a pretty nice baby sling out of some spare cloth, and is never seen not holding the child for the rest of the week.

not willing to post ANY photos of Sunny on Magicam, like at all.

WILL make aesthetic Day in My Life vlogs of parenting her though, all while blurring out his precious baby's face.

doesn't really mind whatever arrangement you ask for, but preferably one where he doesn't let Sunny out of his sight, because look at her hands! They're so tiny!

adoring father #1, will impulsively buy way too many baby clothes for Sunny to the point where she'll be showing up in three different outfits a day.

grows absurdly attached to Sunny, has a full album in his phone dedicated to just photos of her.

full on near SOBBING on the day he has to return Sunny back to receive his grades.

can and will post a sad story on Magicam with his close friends list with purely just photos of Sunny with a cryptic message on top.

pretty good partner! you will have to deal with him showing up randomly to ask “Remember when Sunny -”

Ace Trappola!

another mf to name his kid after something dumb, if you let him.

thankfully, your child is not stuck with a horrendous name, after a back-and-forth bicker with Ace that goes on for far longer than it has to.

the two of you settle for Cherri, with an I, for no particular reason.

seems like a ‘agh, I hate my wife!’ Kinda guy, turns out to be a ‘happy wife, happy life,’ guy.

cocky mf who goes ‘psh, I don't need the manual’ before trying(and failing) to assemble the cot.

whines and complains about changing diapers or doing the laundry but does it anyway, will argue if you try to retract your statement and do the work instead.

another one that says he wants to do the divorced parents arrangement, folds to stay together instead. (Ace you're not slick.)

weirdly good at calming Cherri down??? just makes funny faces and tells awful jokes until she's giggling, before turning to you with a proud look on his face.

teaches Cherri how to play poker before teaching her how to talk.

‘You gotta prepare them early!’ He'd snickered. Before being wacked over the head seventy-two times. :)

WANTED to bring Cherri to basketball practice to show what a good parent he was (cough, cough, show off his cute little Cherri), but then remembered Floyd and was actually so concerned about him somehow squishing Cherri to death that he just left her in your hands instead.

another one who gets emotional when he has to give Cherri back.

“I am not crying! The classrooms just - hic! - dusty!”

a decent partner, just be prepared to be bickering with someone 24/7.

Deuce Spade!

is attached the minute he sees the kid, almost instantly tearing up.

probably names the kid after his first blastcycle or something, sorry Deuce. </3

the child is named Harley, and he is Deuce's pride and joy. (Well, at least for this week)

the second guy on this list to openly admit to not wanting the divorced parents arrangement! (Will gladly help you move your stuff in!)

another one who doesn't need the manual, and he really doesn't. assembles the cot pretty quickly.

absolutely whipped. need more diapers? okay, he'll run to Sam's shop and buy you some? Harley's fussing? give him a minute, and he'll be right there to help! Need a break? okay, he'll take Harley out for a stroll while you rest up!

adoring father #2

used to greet Harley by throwing him up in the air and catching him, before a concerned Cater walked up and told him that even a meter above the ground could cause brain damage, effectively scaring Deuce into holding Harley in general.

got probably the best behaved baby, with Harley being a literal angel - never fussing or crying, always giggly, okay with others holding him… Deuce couldn't be happier!

with Harley being so well behaved, both you and Deuce's schedule went as per usual - Deuce being able to go to class with a baby that never disrupted it, as well as to get the serotonin of looking at Harley's face during lessons.

cries when he has to return Harley. doesn't even try to hide it.

one of the best students to get paired with, though do expect to get emotionally crushed by the end of the week.

[thebestsetter]

"Men used to go to war, now they..."

~ Part 1

Karasu Tabito...

...watch tutorials on how to do your hair because he wants it to look as pretty as you.

I mean, come on. We all know this guy is WHIPPED for you. He swears you're the most beautiful being he ever laid his eyes on, and he can't even put into words how much he utterly adores you. So, what did you think he'd do when you came up to him complaining about how hard it is to do pretty hairstyles alone?

Now, Karasu is sat with his legs crossed, pins in his mouth, TV on displaying a random tutorial he found on youtube and a freaking WIG in front of him while he cusses himself because since when are french braids so hard to do???

And then the next day, when you ask about his dark circles, he just brushes it off saying he was analysing """football strategies""" - yeah, right.

Later that same day, the moment you simply stated you felt a little hot, he immediately spun you over, grabbed a hair tie and did a flawless - almost flawless actually. There were some strands of hair sticking out - french braid.

When confronted about his ability. Bro had the AUDACITY to say it was a "natural talent", with a proud smirk (even though when you used youtube on his phone, you saw his search history).

He only dropped the act when you pointed at his hair and said that "if he really had a 'natural talent' for his hairstyles, his hair wouldn't look like that". A little uncalled for, but ok.

Barou Shohei...

...clean your room for you without you asking him to

Yeah, you probably saw this one coming. Barou LOVES to clean. When he cleans a room, he's not only making it look and smell better: it also helps him organize his own thoughts and feelings.

When you started dating, he always pestered you about how messy your room was. When you joked about how "the only way of knowing what 'clean' meant for him was for him to help you during the task - cause, come one, your room wasn't even that messy! Just some papers scattered and clothes out of the wardrobe, but every teenager's room looks like that!" And imagine your surprise when he actually agreed! And when it was actually fun! Just you and him, cleaning, with gentle songs from your shared playlist as background noise.

Since then, you both always clean your room together, once a week, as a "date" (not everyone thinks that cleaning together is a date, but for you, it was).

Until you got sick on a cleaning day. And had to go to the hospital because, well, the headache was almost killing you. You sent a quick "I'm sorry :(" message, followed by an "It's ok." From him - but you knew how much he loved cleaming with you, so you couldn't just brush this off. So, you eagerly sent a "We could reschedule it!", to which he replied "Sure".

And that was it. You were wondering when the date would happen - maybe saturday? Or Sunday? -, wanting it to be as soon as possible. You just weren't expecting "soon" to be "now".

When you got back to your dorm and opened it, guess who was there: Barou, in all of his glory, sleeping on the chair beside your bed - which was made and smelled like lavenders. Actually, everything was perfect - from the carpet perfectly aligned, to the clothes organized by colors and types, to your bathroom products in a straight line on your sink. It was perfect. He cleaned it all for you, and even slept waiting for you to come back.

And when he woke up from his nap and said "You're feeling better now, love?", with his groggy voice and eyes not even completely open focused solely on you, you swore you fell ten times harder.

Kunigami Rensuke...

...becomes your personal shopping cart.

Football pays well. And Kunigami doesn't really know what to do with all that money. So, what better way to spend it than to letting you buy whatever you want?

He takes you on shopping strolls, buying things that caught your attention for 0.2 milliseconds. But that's not what makes you swoon over him the most - even though it also helps. What makes you want to kick your feet and scream like a silly highschool girl is the fact that he does NOT let you hold anything. From your own bag from the things you've boight together, you know you will not be carrying weight with him.

The funniest part about this moments is when he holds your personal bag. Capture this: over 6 ft tall man, arms crossed and arms as big as your thighs, holding a baby pink purse while lookikg at you with founding eyes - said look that disappears the moment you get out of his sight or he looks somewhere else.

Many workers have complimented you about how cute you are and about how you "found the perfect man", but he couldn't disagree more: you are the perfect one in this relationship, afterall.

Ik somebody asked for Aiku but I just... couldn't think of him doing something cute... 💔 I'm sorry

Masterlist

[heartless-aro]

DIY Pride Gear

In honor of Aromantic Spectrum Awareness week, I thought I’d make a list of some resources for making some DIY aro pride gear!

Aro Rings

For anyone who doesn’t already know, an aro ring is a white ring worn on the left hand middle finger, signifying that the wearer is on the aromantic spectrum.

If you want to make one yourself rather than buying online or searching through local stores trying to find a suitable ring, AUREA made a pretty detailed tutorial on how to make an aro ring, which I’ve linked below.

It’s also pretty simple to make rings out of polymer clay if you would prefer an easier method.

Pride Flag

This tutorial is for a rainbow flag, but if you would prefer to make an aromantic flag, you could just use the same method with different fabric colors. (Since the aro flag is a 5 stripe flag, you’d probably want the fabric strips to be around 20.4 cm wide by 150 cm long if you want to get close to the dimensions of the flag in the video).

Pins

Great if you want to make something cheap and easy with a pride flag on it, especially if you want to make something with one of the more obscure or complicated flags, since those can be harder to sew or buy.

Patches

Aroworlds is aro-specific and thus includes many different aro flags, but the tutorials in the two videos can also be easily done for pretty much any horizontal striped pride flag.

[little-jana]

"Caffeine and Affection"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2k

Warnings: excessive caffeine consumption, but otherwise pure fluff

Summary: For Valentine’s Day Spencer surprises you with a very special bouquet!

a/n: requested: yes! Thank you very much, hope you enjoy it!

The BAU ran on coffee.

At least, most of it did. Hotch practically had a coffee IV, Rossi wouldn’t touch anything under espresso-level strength, and even Spencer—who could rant about the adverse effects of caffeine for hours—drank coffee when cases ran late.

But you? You were different.

Your fuel of choice came in cans, not cups. Whether it was soda or energy drinks, you always had something sugary and carbonated in your hand. It had become part of your identity—something the team liked to tease you about but ultimately accepted.

Spencer, however, took a particular interest in your habit.

“You know,” he had told you one day, watching you crack open yet another can, “the excessive consumption of sugar and caffeine can lead to increased heart rate, insomnia, and dependency.”

You had grinned at him, unfazed. “Sounds like a problem for future me.”

He had sighed, shaking his head. “Future you is going to be very disappointed in past you.”

Despite his concerns, he never actually told you to stop. If anything, he seemed intrigued by your preferences—often asking which flavors you liked best, what brands you preferred, and even quizzing you on why you liked soda over coffee.

It was… cute.

Spencer had always been the kind of person who paid attention, but when it came to you, it felt like he noticed everything.

Which was why, on Valentine’s Day, when he approached your desk with a nervous expression and something hidden behind his back, you immediately knew he was up to something.

“Spence?” You tilted your head, setting down your can of soda. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched in that shy, almost awkward way he did when he was nervous. “I, uh… got you something.”

Before you could respond, he revealed what he had been hiding.

It wasn’t flowers. It wasn’t chocolates.

It was a bouquet. But instead of roses or lilies, it was made entirely of your favorite sodas and energy drinks, all carefully arranged and tied together with a big, bright bow.

You blinked. Stared. Opened your mouth. Closed it.

Then, finally, you burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Spencer!”

His ears went a little pink. “I read that people appreciate personalized gifts, and I know you don’t really drink coffee, so I figured this was a more… suitable alternative.”

You reached out, taking the bouquet from him with wide eyes. It was surprisingly well put together—each can securely fastened with ribbon, the entire thing looking both ridiculous and oddly adorable.

“This is—Spencer, this is amazing.” You grinned up at him. “Did you make this yourself?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to look up a tutorial. It took longer than I expected.”

You could just picture him sitting at home, carefully arranging cans of soda into a bouquet, meticulously tying them together with absolute precision. The thought made your heart swell.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “You’re the best.”

Spencer tensed for half a second before quickly melting into the hug, his arms wrapping around you just as firmly. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled back slightly, grinning. “Like it? Spencer, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

His smile was small but full of warmth. “Then it was worth it.”

You looked down at your wonderful bouquet and then back at him, your heart hammering a little harder than usual.

Maybe it wasn’t just the caffeine making it race.

[badbtssmut]

After Namjoon’s special tutorial, the guys have a go at fucking you.

Jungkook | Taehyung | Jimin

Contains: Freeuse, y/n gets fucked in front of her boyfriend Namjoon, missionary, pussy praise, rough

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“You are really wet, y/n.” Jungkook said in awe as he stroked the tip up and down your soaking folds, his eyes fixated on the way your essence clung to the mushroom tip. The smell of your arousal filled the room, mingling with the musky scent of his.

“She was really excited to see you, Jungkook. She couldn’t stop talking about you, isn’t that right, babe?” Namjoon cooed, looking up from his book. Your boyfriend was monitoring the two of you, making sure that you were always having fun and that none of his friends went too far, and to guide the guys incase they had any questions.

“Yes.” You answered truthfully. You couldn’t stop fantasizing about the three guys, and now that this day was here, you couldn’t believe it. You could feel your heartbeat between your legs as the young man slowly slid the tip of his cock between your folds. The sensation made you whimper. It was both nerve wracking and exciting to have another cock besides your boyfriend’s inside of you.

Jungkook slowly pushed his cock in deeper, slowly taking it inch by inch, filling you up so completely. You bit down on your bottom lip, feeling his length slide against your walls as he buried himself deep within you.

“Ah shit!” Jungkook cussed, pausing as he furrowed his eyebrows together, his eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck, hyung, is she supposed to be this tight? Fuck! Oh shit, is she really gripping me like this or am I just imagining things because it’s the first time I’m doing this shit?“

Namjoon chuckled, his voice deep. He was obviously amused. “I think it’s a little bit of both, but yes, she really is this tight. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook nodded. He didn’t say anything, he was still trying to adjust.

Jungkook slowly started to thrust in and out of you, his hips moving at a slow and steady pace, his face scrunched up.

“She feels incredible, she feels even better than I thought she would…ah shit! I want to fuck her hard, hyung, can I do that? Can I fuck her really hard like she does with you, hyung? Please?”

The desperation and eagerness in his voice was evident, and it was clear that he was holding back.

You felt a wave of arousal hit you at his words. This was all so surreal, but you weren’t complaining.

“Do you want Jungkook to fuck you harder, y/n?” Namjoon asked.

You nodded.

“Then you have my permission. Fuck her hard, Kookie. Give her a good fucking. Make her cry out.” A devilish grin appeared on his face, his dimples making an appearance. He looked so sexy.

Jungkook looked down at you, his eyes gazing over your lips, at which you pulled him closer and pressed your lips against his, kissing him softly.

His thrusts became faster and harder, his hips meeting yours in a loud slapping sound that filled the room. The sound of his skin hitting yours echoed along with his deep groans.

You moaned against his lips, breaking the kiss, as he thrust in and out of you.

“Jungkook!” You cried out. His name falling from your lips.

“You like that? Do you like me fucking you like this? Do you like how my cock fills you up?”

You were surprised at his words. He sounded different, a side of him you never got to see. He was always the quiet one around you, but this side of him, his dirty talk, the way he fucked you, you were enjoying it a lot.

“Yes, just like that, keep doing that.” You whispered, and he leaned in for another kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing down on him everytime he thrust forward, and your hand tangled in his hair, tugging on it.

Jungkook moaned against your lips, and you felt him shudder as he fucked you harder, his hips moving faster and his thrusts more erratic.

“Pussy so good, so warm, so wet, feels amazing, it’s like you’re giving my cock a massage, so fucking good.”

The way he was praising your pussy and the way he was fucking you, his hips slamming into yours, his cock filling you up, hitting all the right spots, you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

He kept whispering dirty things to you, things that drove you wild.

The both of you didn’t talk, instead letting the moans and groans that escaped your mouths speak for themselves. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, creaking, slapping skin, and moans.

Both of your eyes were closed, getting lost in the dirty pleasure, thoughts only on each other’s genitalia, Jungkook thinking about how good it felt to have your warm soft pussy clenching around his cock and you thinking about how good his cock felt stretching your pussy.

As he pounded into you, the bed moved and rocked beneath the two of you. Your hands gripped onto the bed sheets, trying to keep your body in place as his hips thrusted forward, his cock slamming into your wet pussy, his balls hitting your ass with each movement.

Jungkook’s pace slowed down, pausing as he panted, his chest heaving up and down, his breathing uneven, and sweat dripping from his forehead.

Your eyes were half-lidded, your chest also rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

Jungkook grabbed a pillow, placing it under your ass and lifting your hips, before he started to pound into you again.

“O-oh!” You shivered, feeling his cock hit a whole new spot, a deeper angle.

He kept going, his hips moving in a rhythmic motion, his thrusts hard and fast, his hands gripping onto your ass tightly, his nails digging into your flesh.

His eyes were glazed over, his jaw clenched, his hair sticking to his forehead and his muscles tensed.

He looked so sexy.

It turned you on, seeing him look like this, a completely different side to him. You glanced over to your boyfriend who was looking at you with a smirk, his cock pressing against his pants as he watched you have fun.

You moaned, your back arching and your toes curling, as he continued to fuck you, the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.

It took a few more minutes of silently fucking, until Jungkook spoke up first to break the silence.

“I’m going to cum, pussy is too good, can’t hold it any longer…” He growled, his eyes darkening.

Before you could say anything, you felt his cock throbbing inside of you, before he let out a long drawn out moan.

You could feel him twitch inside of you, before a rush of warmth filled your womb. His cock pulsating inside of you as his warm seed filled you up.

He groaned, his eyes rolling back, and his mouth opened, as he let out a string of curses, his body trembling.

Your walls clenched around his cock, milking him, and making him squirt out more of his semen inside of you.

As he came, his hips continued to jerk, his body shaking and his arms quivering.

Once his orgasm passed, he pulled out, panting heavily. His body was glistening with sweat and his face flushed, his chest rising and falling.

After that, Jungkook stayed for a few more minutes before you and Namjoon bid him farewell.

Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you and kissed you against the neck.

“You didn’t get to cum, y/n. Do you want me to help you out with that?” He asked.

You giggled.

“Yes please, and maybe after, we can take a shower together? I’m all sweaty and sticky.“

"I’d love to.”

[heck-theo]

TMayNT Day 14: Favourite turtle movie.

The Rise one :P

Ok SO I disappeared because when I saw this prompt I wanted to finish this. Now to try and catch up, or at least continue TMayNT. If anyone would like to guess at themes and motifs I'd love to hear it because I remember putting a lot of thought into the initial concept ^^

More info about the creation of the video below:

So a lot of this isn't up to my personal standards BUT I'm proud of it because: I have started dozens of projects like this and almost never finished any. I am fighting my perfectionism and sporadic ADHD motivation. I believe I conceptualised this at the end of 2022 or early 2023 and reanimated/redrew the storyboard at least 3 times over the first half of 2023 before it was abandoned. Until now. Also I've never had a "camera" to play with before so I'm very inexperience with that.

It's a bit inconsistent: 1. because it was partially an experiment using Moho. It was my first time properly using it and I definitely need to look at some tutorials because I' strong armed it and made things a lot harder than I'm pretty sure I am not making the most of the features lol. Its also a vector program, which I'm not used to. 2. because I redrew the storyboard multiple times (and kept various aspects of it for the final ver) and then redrew it a final time after like a year.

So I credited those artists for popularising the meme but I actually have no idea where specifically I got the idea. I do not remember referencing any other "Is It Cold Outside" memes. I'm like 99% sure I sat down and wrote out a plan/script in word but it's possible I was inspired by or referenced someone specific and don't remember, so if anything is ringing any familiar bells please let me know.

I can't find the original sped up audio used in these memes but I believe this was the original original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KorGLK9VXcU (If anyone can tell me more info about the audio used in this meme, let me know). Storyboarded on Clip Studio, animated on Moho, minor editing on Kdenlive.

[shoyastars]

Birthday Words - SFW

April 30th - Ray’s Birthday

Headlines and even the news announcing the Hero Binary Star’s birthday. You sigh as you know how these things usually go, everyone will want to give your boyfriend or Binary Star their gifts and attention, while you just want to spend time with him. You can’t help but curse the NAHA for hogging him.

You bring yourself to be reasonable again, after all… if everyone’s favorite hero wasn’t able to be seen on his birthday then people might cause useless drama over it, however some people still criticized the NAHA for making him work on his birthday too. A double edged sword, if only he had a cloning ability… wait scratch that, you didn’t… who knows what type of shit he could pull if he had one…

You turned off the tv and decided to go back to making a cake instead of going to a store. He liked your cake last year, so why not do it again this year but with more practice and with the help for decoration from YouTube tutorials that you thought Ray would like. You were more confident in this one, but only setting a cake didn’t sit right with you… yes you did it last year, but what gift could you give him? He can buy anything he wants, of course you were an option, but it really didn’t make your thought easy. You sigh tired, as you hummed to a relaxing melody playing in the background, somehow causing you to drift off into sleep, you felt so relaxed your eyes completely shut..

The buzz of your phone against the table annoys you enough to reach for it, in your half asleep state, you yawn and manage to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Star, just wanted to call and see how you were holding up at home.”

Hearing Ray’s voice causes you to wake up instantly, looking at the date, you sigh in relief that you didn’t sleep the full day away.

“I’m good, just um… watching some tv and doom scrolling… a lot of things popped up about you.”

“I bet… but I’m more interested in spending time with you after all this…”

You felt your face head up, as much as he is supposed to have his birthday about him, he still can’t help but be selfish when it comes to you.

“Yeah yeah.. why make it about me though? Seriously if anything I should be more excited to see you today of all days.”

Ray chuckled as you smiled on the other end of the phone. Sometimes you wonder if you still were dreaming upon how the two of you crossed paths… it would’ve been one hell of a dream… but reality always has its surprises… speaking of surprises… his gift… many times have you thought of getting his gift for his birthday…. Yet… the obvious always settles in…. He can literally buy anything he wants or needs, but you were someone he’d rather have over any object he can use anytime.

“I’ll see you when you get home! Happy Birthday Ray.”

Ray smiles on the other end, a light pink across his face, hearing your voice was at all was definitely the best gift he’s had all day.

“Thank you Star.. I’ll see you soon.”

The beep as the call ends, the settling thoughts come in, you had no idea or at least have an idea for a gift for his birthday… maybe some would say it’s unnecessary, but you really couldn’t think of a better idea. You knew him well by now, you weren’t dumb not to notice. However… you were sure you didn’t have anything too interesting to the eye. You went to take a shower to brush off some of the nerves. Despite it all, you still wanted Ray to have a good birthday, thinking about it now, he probably didn’t have many… you wanted him to enjoy now, of course the gift doesn’t have to be too flashy, but you might as well make something by hand…. Like a card…

Trying to make something out of nothing is harder than people think, you did already make a cake, might as well make a card. As childish as it was, at least to you, you wanted to try and make something for him, you didn’t want to only give him the cake, but give him at least something meaningful. When you were done with the little design on the card, you thought of what to write, something heartfelt? But not too heartfelt.. Does that make sense? Either way, you wrote down what you wanted to say regardless, reading it in your head, reading it aloud… you sigh as you then hold it close to your chest, you both felt and heard your heart racing… will he like it, even if it’s nothing fancy? Is it enough? You know he would still love you, but you’re anxiety is saying otherwise…

Maybe add some more flare to the design…?

Hearing the door open and close causes you to jump a bit. Ray’s back?? What time was it?

“Star, I’m back!”

“Uh… One second!”

You looked at the card and went to just put it under the cake for now, the plate for it was big enough to cover some of it. You then hear him walking in, you of course tried to act cool.. he looked at you with a bit of worry.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah.. just uh… didn’t… except you home till later…”

“Something about fans not wanting me on the clock for too long. Kind of confusing since some wanted to meet me on my birthday to…”

‘Fucking called it…’

“Yeah… it’s a double edge sword situation.”

“No kidding… anyways, how have you been?”

“Just waiting for you to get back.. nothing too special…”

Ray looks at you suspiciously, you immediately realize your words and instantly regret it.

“Not what i meant, happy birthday by the way… but um… just waiting around ya know? Hehe….”

“…Right….”

He tilted his head to the side, smiling a bit. He crossed his arms leaning against the door frame.

“Made me a cake again?”

“…yeah! Well… I tried to make it better than last time.. have a few YouTube tutorials on how to make it better… but um… yeah..”

“Uh huh.”

You’d feel more awkward than embarrassed, he chuckled a bit. You looked away, that stupid face he made, it always made you so flustered… you’ve been with him for how long?

“I’ll go take a shower, then we’ll eat some cake together, how does that sound?”

“Sounds good… pretty good.”

“Good to know.”

He goes to where the bathroom is while you quickly check the cake, everything is all good, you moved the cake to the table, along with two forks, when he did get out you didn’t notice how he saw the card while you thought of getting drinks to. Encountering him in the kitchen with his back turned to you.

“What would you like to drink? If the cake I made turned out bad, might as well wash it down, am I right?”

“Did you write this?”

“Hm?”

When Ray did turn towards you, you saw the card in his hand. You immediately felt you’re face heat up, you knew you weren’t just forgetting drinks… you forgot about the card…

The look on you’re face only proved his suspicions, he smiles and goes to hug you while you were too busy thinking of how embarrassed you were that you forgot about you’re card…

“I know it’s not much.. I just-“

“Star, anything made by you is worth it, it’s gold even, a whole universe.”

“Ok… cutting it a bit far…”

“Either way.. I love it… but you know you can always tell me what’s written down, right?”

“Pfft, you know how that ends…”

Ray lets out a light chuckle, holding you close as he just enjoys you in his embrace. He’s going to treasure this moment… you just know it..

“I’ll be keeping this, however, let’s go and eat that cake you made for me.”

“What about the-“

“Water. Cmon! Don’t wanna eat it without the baker who made it.”

He teased as he went to the table with the cake that was made for him. The cake turned out good, you and Ray talked about each other's day, and made plans for tomorrow since you didn’t have work, a date to spend time together. He said it was his birthday wish, but you doubt it’s just that.. either way… safe to say, this birthday.. was a success..

For Ray, he always spent it alone, however when you first celebrated his birthday with him, it became something he looked forward to, a day to spend time with the one he loved… the one who he knew was his star.

The next day was a day where you two just spent time together, binge watched movies, some cuddling and some coffee, a day free of some stress, he couldn’t have asked for more. Holding you in his arms and making sure there wasn’t a single call for him to go into work. Don’t ask how, he just made sure… either way. He enjoyed his wish, a wish to make new memories and have more time together. He loved you more than ever, You were his, and he was yours. You were his Star, as much as he was you’re Ray. Happier than ever before.

His Star, and no one else’s.

Looking over the card you wrote for him, bringing a smile to his face. You were asleep next to him, he kissed you’re head before finally falling asleep.

“Two stars that orbit around each other, two who found each other to love, and to hold one another. Ray, you and I become those two stars, and I’ve never once regretted my decision to love you. You say I was you’re binary star, and you’re mine, we draw each other in, and we orbit. Just us in a pre ordained dance. Happy birthday, forever you’re Star.”

—

Happy Birthday Ray! Our favorite Hero!

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Cafe Buddy

Synopsis: you were never a gamer nor interested in any games but when Karina forced you to play minecraft some things shifted.

Word Count: 1,150

Another Fluff from me today y’all! 💪

You were always the quiet, smart one — the kind of person people overlooked in a crowd.

Karina, on the other hand, was loud, famous, and impossible to miss.

But somehow, despite everything, you two became friends. Real friends.

“Hey, Y/N, where are you going?”

You barely had time to react before Karina’s hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you mid-step.

“I’m heading home to study. What about you, Karina?” you said, adjusting your bag.

She pouted dramatically, tugging at your sleeve.

“Aww, boring! Let’s go to the internet cafe instead. I have no one to play Minecraft with! My treat!”

Normally, you would’ve rejected an offer like that without a second thought.

But for her… you couldn’t say no.

“Uhh… sure?” you mumbled.

“Perfect!” she beamed, immediately grabbing your hand and leading the way down the street without waiting for another word.

The cafe had the faint smell of old wood and instant noodles, a hum of computers filling the air.

You both slid into seats side by side, monitors lighting up your faces.

“Alright, first things first: WASD to move,” Karina said like a pro gamer, winking at you.

“I know how to move,” you muttered, cheeks heating.

Within minutes, she had you building, crafting, and — after some chaotic first deaths — starting a hardcore world together.

The weeks blurred after that.

Every day after classes, it became the same comforting routine.

“Hey old man! Same two PCs please!” Karina called as you entered the cafe.

“Ya got it, Rina. That your boyfriend?” the old owner teased under his breath, making Karina splutter.

“N-No! No, he’s not!” she stammered, practically shoving you toward your usual spot.

You fought down a smile as you settled into your chair.

The world you built together was like your own secret little city — hidden farms, deep mines, endless adventures.

“Hey, do you have extra iron?” Karina asked one afternoon, leaning toward your screen.

“It’s in my chest,” you replied without looking.

She opened your perfectly organized chest and blinked. Coal neatly stacked. Iron. Gold. Diamonds sorted by type.

“Who organizes in Minecraft, you weirdo,” she teased, laughing under her breath.

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” you shot back, smirking.

Moments like this — easy, stupid, real — became everything.

You even caught yourself late at night studying Minecraft builds, redstone tutorials, and AFK farm strategies…

All just to make your shared world a little more magical for her.

Meanwhile, Karina kept expanding her chaotic sheep farm and obsessively collecting every axolotl she could find.

“I swear I’ll find the secret blue one,” she insisted, determined, as she dragged you across oceans.

One afternoon, Karina let out a loud gasp from beside you.

“AH! Y/N! How did you do that?!” she exclaimed, staring at the massive infinite iron farm you built.

You shrugged, biting back a grin.

“Just… watched some tutorials,” you said casually.

“You’re a genius,” she declared, genuine awe in her voice.

The compliment hit harder than you expected. You hid your smile by pretending to focus on your farm.

“Thanks,” you said quietly.

“Oh — and by the way, your axolotl killed my two salmons,” you added dryly.

Karina gasped dramatically, clutching her chest.

“It’s survival of the fittest, Y/N! My babies come first!”

A few weeks passed by in a blur of after-school rushes and Minecraft worlds.

You practically jogged to the internet cafe now, trying to keep up with Karina’s reckless pace.

“HEY! WHY AM I BEING ATTACKED?! I’M WEARING GOLD!”

Her scream echoed through the cafe.

You barely flinched, already used to it.

“You’re wearing yellow-dyed leather, dumbass,” you said calmly, not even glancing up from your build.

She blinked at her screen, utterly betrayed.

“Oh… that’s why my armor bar looks weird…” she muttered.

You snorted, reaching over to nudge her with your elbow.

“Genius.”

That afternoon was supposed to be the same — calm, stupid, perfect.

You both sat hunched over your monitors, cup noodles steaming beside you, laughter slipping between clicks.

Until the door jingled and a group of loud boys barged into the cafe.

You caught Karina stiffen before you even looked.

One of the boys peeled off from the group, sauntering toward you two like he owned the place.

“Fancy seeing you here, my Karina,” he drawled, voice thick with fake charm.

Karina didn’t even pretend this time.

She let out a loud, annoyed groan.

“Ugh. Great. This dude again,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

She turned slightly in her chair to face him.

“What do you want? I’ve rejected you like, five times. Take the hint, man,” she said flatly.

The guy just chuckled like she was teasing him.

“C’mon, you don’t have to act tough. Everyone knows we’d be perfect together. You’re just playing hard to get.”

You leaned back slightly in your chair, hand resting casually on the back of Karina’s seat. A clear message.

“You heard her,” you said coolly, voice low but clear enough.

The guy’s eyes flicked to you, sizing you up.

“What, you her bodyguard now?” he sneered.

Karina clicked her tongue, about to say something, but the guy kept pushing.

“Come on, Karina, ditch the nerd. You deserve someone who’s not glued to a block game all day.”

That’s when Karina stood up sharply, chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“I don’t like you, idiot!” she snapped.

The whole cafe turned to look.

Her chest was heaving slightly, face flushed from anger — and something else.

She pointed directly at you without hesitation.

“I like Y/N, okay?!” she blurted out.

Silence crashed down around you.

The guy stood there, stunned, looking between you two like he couldn’t believe it.

Karina didn’t wait for a reaction. She just plopped back down in her chair, aggressively opening her Minecraft inventory like nothing happened.

You sat frozen for a second, brain short-circuiting.

Then slowly — carefully — you smiled.

Without looking at her, you reached over and bumped your shoulder against hers again, casual but deliberate

You stared at her, heart pounding, not sure if you even heard her right.

“What do you mean by that?” you mumbled, cheeks burning hotter by the second.

Karina shifted in her seat, playing with the hem of her sleeve before suddenly blurting out,

“Ah! I like you, Y/N! You’re the only one who actually cares about me… and I find that really sweet.

Your mind blanked. Completely.

You opened your mouth — then closed it again — no words coming out.

Karina just laughed softly, reaching over to pinch your bright red cheeks.

“You look so cute when you’re flustered!” she teased.

You swatted her hand away, face practically steaming.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, pouting.

“I’m not giving you any more Netherite.”

Karina only grinned wider, leaning her head lightly against your shoulder.

you can’t help but stiffen, its alright as long as she’s comfortable…

Head cannons !!

Actually the second attempt on a hardcore world, Karina hit an iron golem and miscalculated the amount of blocks she stacked up into and ended up getting fling and hitting the ground hard.

Whenever you were cooking the muttons and pork-chop she’d grab them all and give you 1/4 of it.

When she was almost killed by the piglins she smashed the table making the noodle broth spill over the mousepad (she spent an extra hour cleaning the setup)

Karina ended up getting the secret axolotl and posted it in her story but you were the only one who liked it, she insisted that her story was bugged. 147 views but only 1 like.

The two of you defeated the Enderdragon but Karina died because she raided a Mansion insisting that she can solo it, she later sabotaged your iron farm on your PC and killed your character ultimately losing the hardcore world.

[insight-chronicles]

Chapter 2 - Latte Anyone?

Word Count: 3.1k

Content Warning: Swearing

Summary: Free Chai Latte with your best friend is ruined when Jinwoo shows up with fangirls in tow

Authors Note: Edited on my phone rather than my PC so i could get it up for you guys sooner so sorry if there's any mistakes with spelling/punctuation! Let me know if you find anything and I'll edit!

AO3

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Masterlist

You didn't want to move; you didn't want to think. You just wanted to enjoy your day off without any problems popping up. Everything had been fine, and all was going according to plan. Then, that new mission appeared, and nothing has been quite right since. You supposed it was a demon of your own making; you were so busy worrying about this new player and protecting the system that you didn’t stop to think. Or maybe you weren't thinking enough? See, this was the problem. You just didn't know what to think!

Every other mission, you had gotten side missions or level-ups when you were moving in the right direction, but with this one, you got nothing. The System had just left you in the dark.

You had even tried talking to the System. Or, well, talking into an empty room and hoping to get a response. But nothing. You'd tried it once before when the System had first contacted you, it hadn't worked then either. It was like you had completed a tutorial in a game, and then been dumped in a new area with no direction as to what to do next. You just felt so lost.

But today was Tuesday, and that meant you couldn't stay in bed and mope all day, unfortunately. Every week, you had Tuesdays and Fridays off work. You didn't mind working th weekend as it was usually quieter and allowed you to get more work done that wasn't evaluating hunters. What it being Tuesday meant was, it was your obligatory trip out to your best friends cafe.

In an attempt to stop you from being a total shut-in, Aera lured you down to the cafe with free Chai Lattes, your favourite drink, and hers was the best you had ever tried. Everytime, you attempted to pry the recipe out of her, she would refuse, saying it was the only way to get you out of the house, so why would she tell you. She was right, but that’s not the point. You deserved to know what made her version so damn heavenly.

With the thought of what was waiting for you, you dragged yourself out of bed and had a shower. A shower in the morning on your days off always seemed to refresh you more than any other time, even though the whole process took exactly the same amount of time whenever you did it. Psychology for you.

You dressed casually, in jeans and a dark oversized hoodie, you always relished your comfort clothes when you could wear them even though you liked to look smart and put together at work. A small spattering of makeup, which consisted of some mascara and a touch of tinted lipgloss. You loved a dark lip, but that was more for evenings and events, not popping down to the local coffee shop, so a tinted lip balm or gloss was your goto. Styling your hair is never as fun as people make out, you put in the effort when you had somewhere special to be, but in the day to day, dry and brushed was the standard. Happy the outfit worked together you left the bedroom heading towards the kitchen deciding to have breakfast first before you went out, that way you missed the worst of the morning rush and would be gone before the lunch rush began.

When you first started this routine, it had taken you a few traumatising visits before you got your timings right so the cafe wasn't too packed but still satified your friend that you were being social. You had also tried going on Fridays but the cafe was packed all day from open to close on a Friday and Saturday so that also ended in a failed attempt and quiet nearly a nervous breakdown on your part thanks to all the emotions that bombarded you at once as you walked through the door. It was always harder to deal with emotions in enclosed spaces than when you were out in the open.

Aera, of course, doesnt know why you can't stand crowds of people all she knows is that for some reason around a year and half ago it started to become harder and harder for you to be in crowds. She's been so supportive and is trying to help you in the only way she knows how and that just makes you love her more, even if she is a nosey gossip.

With breakfast made you take it to the sofa so you can catch up on your favourte programme before someone you follow on socal media spoils it for you. As you flick to the right streaming service you eyes catch on the book case, or more importantly on the medical books that line the bottom shelves, the memories flow back thick and fast.

As an E-Rank Healer you magic was pretty useless, but that didn't mean you had to be useless. Unlike most healers, who relied on their power, you went out of your way to learn everything you could about healing and medicine. You did every course short of becoming an actual doctor. All so you could help him. All so you could keep him alive. He meant everything to you but in the end it wasn't enough. You weren't enough.

A single tear escaped, sliding down your cheek. You wiped it away angrily. Annoyed your emotions had gotten the better of you again. This was why so many people had advised against you becoming a hunter, you were too soft. Overly emotional. Not cut out for the violence of a gate. They thought they were all proved right when you quit hunting and joined the archive team for Assocation but they don't know the real reason you stopped going into gates. Something you felt was much worse then all the bloodshed you had seen inside them. Becuase unlike what people assumed, you lived by a hunters moto “What happens in a Gate stays in a Gate”. You could compartmentalise better then anyone you knew, the fights and the bloodshed was almost easy to forget, after all you never got that attached to people. Aera and Him were the only people you have ever felt something for deeply aside from your parents and He had left, even after promising to never leave you. He broke his promise.

Dropping your head onto the back of the sofa, you let out an annoyed cry. Why does the memory of him always have a way of popping up when you need it the least? You know you should probably have thrown the books out, or at least donated them, but you just couldn't bring yourself to. There was something that made you want to hold on to them. Maybe the memories of the past, when things were better.

An hour later, you’re still staring at the ceiling, your breakfast lay untouched beside you.

The cafe is a short walk from your apartment, a walk you could do blinfolded thanks to Aera living above, and you hating people in your apartment so always meeting at hers. Another one of yur quirks that Aera just accepts.

With a deep breath to prepare yourself to the onslaught of emotions you were about to face, you walk through the door. A bell jingles to alert the staff of your presence.

Hae-Won Cafe was a small, simple affair whos decor lent to both the name of the cafe and the owners name. Styled with vines of cherry blossom and lanterns, Area had some how brought the outside in, making it feel like you were sat out in a garden in the spring time despite knowing you were in the middle of the city. It created a very romantic location that was a go-too place for dates and even proposals. Aera had a wall in her office covered in pictures of all the proposals that had been accepted at the cafe.

“Ahhh there you are!” Aera called across the room, making a few of the patrons already seated glance up before realising nothing special had happened and they could return to their drinks without missing something..

“Here I am.” Your face gave the impression that you had just eaten a sour piece fo fruit as the emotions of the room settled into you psyche, there was definitely at least one date happening in the cafe right now. and you hopped by the feelings you were getting that it was not a first.

“Seo-yeon, can you make us a Chai Latte, and I'll take a Green Tea.” The barista nodded that she understood before turning to fulfill the order “Thanks, darling, we'll just be over in the booth in the corner.” Aera called over her shoulder as she pulled you over to your usual booth. Situated in a quieter corner of the cafe where you were able to see everything going on in the cafe as well as the street beyond the store front. “Soo, how have you been?”

“I've been good.” There was something about Aera that just made you smile whenever she was around. “How about you?”

“Ah, ah, ah, you're not getting away with it that easily. Details, darling!” You rolled your eyes, you should have known. Aera was anything but easy to please, a perfectionist and gossip by nature, she was always looking for the next story and is only satisfied with all the details.

“Honestly I've been good, nothing to tell.” You try again, never one for sharing your feelings. She just continues to look at you expectantly. Damn. Sigh, “I've been busy, the Chairman's got a new assignment for me but…” you shrug.

“But…” Aera tries to coax more out of you. “What, girl, give me something! By the looks of your face, it's not more of that stuffy archive stuff you love, so it must be juicy.” She looks like a cat that caught the canary.

“Uhh, yeah not more archive stuff. Chairman Go wants me to find out more about Sung Jinwoo.”

“That sounds like boring archive stuff?”

“He wants me to do it by getting close to him.” You grimace. Aeras mouth dropped open, forming an O shape, she stayed like that for a few moments before getting herself together to continue her questioning.

“Wait, hang on a second, Chairman Go, wants you to get “close” to Sung Jinwoo,” you nod, “As in the most notorius S-Rank Hunter to probably have ever existed?”

“Exaggerate much” you laugh, shaking your head at your friend.

“No but seriously? You have to get close to Sung Jinwoo! How are you going to do that?” Just then, Seo-yeon placed your drinks on the table, “Thank you darling” Aera then lent forward, elbows on the table eager to hear the plan you didn't have.

“Umm. I dont really have a plan aside avoid Hunter Sung and trying to get others to reveal what happened on Jeju Island during the media blackouts in the hope I can figure out the extent of his power myself.” It was said in a rush as if you hopped that it would sound like a logical plan if you said ti fast enough. But you reaslised as you said it outloud how hopeful, yet hopeless, your plan was.

“Im sorry, WHAT? That's your plan? To go against the wishes of the Chairman and just hope you can figure it out by yourself? That is a stupid plan.” She said it so matter of factly you just shurgged, What else could you do? “You need to come up with a better plan, preferable one that actually gets Sung Jinwoo to trust you and reveal his secrets.” Just as you were about to respond with some snarky comment about your ability to be social, the barista called across the room at her boss. Aera looked over and saw that was a large queue at the counter.

“Shit, I better go help. We'll have to continue this later.” She stood up, grabbing her green tea to take with her. A thought suddenly occurred to you,

���Aera!” drawing her attention back to you, “I have a lunch date on Friday and I have a feeling none of the clothes I have will be suitable.” You grimace, at the thought of Aera reaction to the date, shopping for the date, or the date itself you weren't sure.

“WHAT!” That was more of a scream then anything else, “YOU HAVE A DATE!” Her eyes ping-ponged between you and the counter debating her options. “This conversation is not over.” She gave you a menacing look and then turned to make her way over the counter to deal with the sudden mass of people. Where had they all come from?

As much as you loved Aera she could be draining at times, the constant questions and happiness sapped your energy, you really didn't have to deal with so mnay more people emotions. You decided to pull your book out of your bag and read for a bit in the hopes it was distracting enough that you could finish your drink without getting overwhelmed by the number of people now in the cafe. With any luck by the time you were ready to leave, Aera would still be busy at the counter and you could leave without her noticing, having the conversation over text would be so much easier then her screaming at you the whole time.

You tried to concentrate on the latest chapter of your book, but the group of girls by the counter were being very loud and giggily. The tangle of emotions coming off them suggested there was something very exciting happening, feelings of nervousness, excitement, and even lust eminated from the group. God, it was bad enough when there was one date happening in the same room as you let alone a group of people all trying to get the attention of someone. It was too much. You looked over to the gaggle of girls just as they parted and the reason for all their emotions was revealed.

Sung Jinwoo.

Fuck, this could not be happening. The two of you locked eyes across the room, you gave him your best death glare whereas he seemed had a look of confusion and curiosity. Probably because a complete stranger was glaring at him. But for some reason he still took it as an invitation to come to your table.

Watching the faces of the girls fawning around him fall as he made his way to you was almost comical. Pathetic. Before you knew it, Jinwoo stood in front of you, behind him, you could see Aera giving you a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” He indicates to the side of the booth that Aera had just vacated. You looked longingly at your Chai Latte and signed, taking one last big gulp before getting up.

“No, you're all good, I was just leaving.” gathering your bag you made to leave.

“You don’t have to go. You just looked like you needed some company.” His eyes were so dejected you almost felt bad, but there was that nagging feeling that you couldn't trust him. Not being able to feel his feelings was so strange. You had spent so long now knowing what people were feeling, not having to trust what they said at face value, that you had forgotten how to read people like you used to. How can you trust someone when you don't know what they feel? You know everyone else has to, but you haven't for so long. Instead, you default to snark and sarcasm.

“Do you often go around telling people they look lonely?” You raise an eyebrow in question.

“Uhh,” he reached up with the hand not holding a drink, and scratched the back of his head, “No I can't say I do. Do you make a habit of running away from people when they approach you?”

“I certainly do when they are people I don't know and they come with a bunch of fangirls.“ You guesture to the women still stood by the counter, half of which were buying drinks with the other half watching your interaction closely.

“Hey, it's not like I invited them. They just seem to appear wherever I go these days.” he seemed embarrassed by them

“You are literally an S-Rank Hunter with superhuman speed, just lose them.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. To you, it was.

“It's not that easy.” Apparently you were wrong, “One of them sees me and they post it on social media and suddenly there's a whole group of them. Had to stop them from following me in to a Gate the other day they were so oblivious to their surroundings.” There was a weird combination of a laugh and a head shake in disbelief of the people that fawn over him.

“Too many fan girls and not enough time.” You put on a fake pouty face

“I'd like to set the record straight right now,” He was suddenly serious, his eyes burning into you. “I don't want these fangirls. I never asked for this, and the sooner it calms down, the better. I much preferred being in complete obscurity, but it is what it is, and I have to deal with it.”

“Sure, whatever, I've never met a guy that wouldn't love that attention, so forgive me for not taking what you say at face value.” With renewed energy to turn to leave, only to have your progress stopped by a hand on your arm. Gasps from the fangirls filter across the room, you look down at the hand on your arm before moving your gaze to the face of the man holding you, it took all your will to stop your eyes from glowing green like you know they did when your power was close to the surface.

“I know it's difficult to understand but I would appreciate it if you gave me the benefit of the doubt. At least until you know me.” His eyes were soft, despite not being privy to his feelings you felt like he was being sincere in his confession. He lowered his voice so only you could hear it, it was strangely intimate, “You’ve been on my mind since that night 6 months ago. There was something about you then and there's something about you now, that draws me to you. I want to know you, what you think, what you feel. I want to know what makes you tick. But you have to let me in. I don't know why you don't trust but I promise you, I am someone you can trust.” You snort, unable to stop yourself. His brows furrow in confusion. You rip you arm out of his grip and sneer at him as you walk away.

“I know you plenty.”

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I'm glad folks seem to like my light and effort photography post because I nearly melted my brain trying to write it. Every long post I write usually takes several days and a lot of mental discomfort. But I need to write for my sanity, so I keep on keepin' on.

My recovery is going so slow. In two months I have reduced the dose of the offending medication by 75%. Which sounds like a great success when you say it out loud, but it feels pretty miserable most of the time. The last 25% is proving to be much harder.

It is kind of a mindfuck because the worse I feel the more progress I am making. When I feel shitty, I feel productive. When I don't feel as bad, I feel guilty for slowing my progress.

I am bored because I struggle to concentrate. I am lonely because it is very hard to communicate with friends. My CFS is greatly exacerbated to where it feels like my limbs weigh a thousand pounds. My house continues to be a disaster zone because I can't clean. I barely have any counter space because I am too tired to wash dishes.

I've reached that point of desperation where I keep cleaning the same spoon over and over again.

I have simplified my self care to food, medicine, and sleep. I make sure I am eating. I make sure I take my meds. And I make sure I get as much sleep as possible. I will sort the rest out later.

I haven't been able to do any photography or photo editing in the last 4 months. I miss it very much. But creating that post and giving out photography advice helps a little. Even if it was difficult to write.

It's weird looking at my photography from over 7 years ago. It feels good that a lot of it still holds up. But I know so much more than I used to. Especially when it comes to studio lighting. I have all of this unrealized potential and no energy to create new photos. I have leveled up so much and it is frustrating when I can't show off what I'm capable of now. But I'm hoping if my recovery is successful I can finish building my home studio and photograph cool shit.

In the meantime, I do find photography education rewarding when I have the energy. If my body was fully cured tomorrow I think I would try to be an actual teacher of photography. I really enjoy sharing what I've learned and I think I am pretty good at it. The internet has been a great resource for knowledge but lately it feels like there is a lot of educational noise. It is really difficult for beginners to tell the difference between good and bad information. I look at some of these threads in the "Ask Photography" subreddit and many of the answers make me cringe.

I feel bad because I could really help some of these folks seeking answers but they are stuck with people who aren't really suited to educate. Either they don't know what they don't know and are too confident in their current expertise—causing slightly inaccurate to straight up confusing to blatantly wrong answers.

Or they do know their shit but are patronizing and arrogant to newbies.

I won't lie, there *are* stupid questions. But it is still best practice to act as if there are no stupid questions.

It's hard for me to criticize too much because I started a photography education Tumblr way before I was qualified to do so. I really thought I knew what I was talking about but I did not fully understand what I was teaching. I was mostly parroting what I heard from actual qualified educators. Thankfully when I look back at those posts all of the information is fairly accurate. It seems my saving grace was selecting good teachers.

Knowledge is so weird. You can have the correct information in your brain. You can use that information to get good results. But it is entirely possible to not understand that information.

I actually had a personal "eureka!" moment where everything unlocked almost all at once. I was watching a tutorial and the teacher talked about "image forming reflections" and it felt like every neuron in my brain fired at the same time. I had an epiphany and ever since I have had a deep understanding of light.

Just a single phrase inspired a realization that caused a cascade of other realizations. I've never experienced anything quite like that.

Have any of you ever had an epiphany like that? Aside from that single instance, I've only had mini-epiphanies. Like when I realized the moon is just constantly falling and missing the earth. My brain always imagined astronauts and satellites and the moon as things floating out in space. But everything in the universe is just free falling... all the time. Tom Petty knows what I'm talking about.

But that baby epiphany failed to unlock understanding for all of quantum gravity.

What was this post about?

I think I rambled into a few tangents.

In any case, I feel like crap and that's fantastic.

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The Bolthole by aideomai, Tepre, and GallaPlacidia

I'm absolutely thrilled to finally share my first fic bind here on Tumblr! I completed this bind back in November, and it introduced me to so many wonderful people.

You can find pictures and detailed explanations of my process under the cut.

This is "The Bolthole" by Aideomai, Tepre, and (formerly) GallaPlacidia on Ao3. The cover design is adapted from "The Little Brother" (1902) by Josiah Flynt. The typeset is my own.

I fell in love with this cover the moment I saw it, and wanted to try to recreate it with book cloth. As a hobbyist book binder, I like to try to revitalize older designs from the public domain. There are so few copies of this book left in the world, so I thought it would be fun to give it new life as the cover of a contemporary story.

The cover is made out of three different colors of book cloth from the Allure and Verona lines. The book cloth and endpapers were bought from Hollander's.

I used my Cameo 4 and a strong tack mat to cut the design out of each color of book cloth. I then assembled the pattern like a puzzle. It was MUCH harder than it sounds! Some of the pieces were incredibly thin and fragile, and they were difficult to keep track of.

For the foiling, I used my Cameo 4 and the We R Memory Keepers fine tip foil quill for everything but the spine, which I did by hand. I foiled immediately after I cut, without removing my mat from the machine. This helped me line everything up. It did not, however, prevent me from sweating bullets as my machine worked.

This method was, frankly, torture, but I'm really glad that I tried it. Now that I've had a nice long break, I'd like to try it again soon. I love running my hands over this book, and the texture of the book cloth feels wonderful under my fingertips. I do, however, have a few words of caution. Do not try this out unless you have book cloth to burn! Here are some pictures of just a few of my failures.

The Cameo 4 is not your friend. Your cut-outs can and will get fucked up for no reason. If the mat isn't sticky enough, or the blade isn't sharp enough, or the fabric doesn't adhere properly, your design could get completely shredded. I strongly recommend that you avoid Verona book cloth, or anything with a paper backing and loose fibers. It was absolute hell to work with. When it wasn't shredded by the machine, it was fraying like crazy. Acrylic coated cloth is the way to go if you want clean lines. And, you know, your sanity intact.

This was my most challenging bind to date, but I learned a lot! Aside from experimenting with book cloth, automated foiling, and my Cameo 4, it was also my first time formatting, printing, and sewing a text block. I'm incredibly grateful for all of the online tutorials and wonderful people who helped me make this bind a reality!

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CSC pt. 3

somebody - @onlymingyus

brothers bestfriend! cheol - @eoieopda

your knight’s shining armor is actually of flannel, but he gets the job done.

too many beds - @miabebe

let me love you - @gyuwoncheol

You just want to shower Cheol with all the love and softness in the world and he’s determined to do the same.

[22:30] - @monamipencil

hhu: confessions ft. jww, kmg & chs - @ode2cheol

not busy (for you) - @mingyuscoffee

post-concert horny! cheol - @frmisnow

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) (series) - @dontflailmenow

thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

bean me up, scotty - @seungkwansphd

you see seungcheol often enough at work. helpful daytime seungcheol, you can handle. but nighttime, arms fully out seungcheol? that's a problem.

in the eye of the beholder - @/cheolism

when you don't like how you look in the mirror, your boyfriend decides to take it upon himself to worship you.

big cock: for dummies - @ncteez

the one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and you’re not entirely sure if you can take all of it. 

reliable, too reliable - @/ncteez

the one where Seungcheol proves to you just how good he is at giving head.

hello tutorial - @97-liners

it’s your final year of college, and you’ve been elected president of your sorority. this is all great and fine, but as the semester goes on, you find yourself having repeated run-ins with the president of the fraternity next door in a series of unfortunate coincidences (that might not actually be coincidences, as you come to discover).

or:

in which you’re trying to deal with your crush on seungcheol in a normal way, but the meddling kids are making it harder than it needs to be.

sub! Seungcheol - @ipegchangbin

untitled - @euphoricsunflowers

Svt reaction to cockwarming ft. jww, kmg & chs - @sub-hoshi-enthusiast

all I need - @gyuzgrl

ceo!cheol just really fucking misses you, okay?

nocturnal - @sweetlemontart

tipsy from after-work drinks, seungcheol returns home on friday night to find you asleep. he tries not to look, but his wandering eyes keep drifting over to your slumbering figure, and he knows rest won’t come easy when you seem to be tempting him even in your sleep. seungcheol could resolve his little predicament all by himself, but shouldn’t you be the one to take responsibility for making him feel this way?  

shower thoughts - @bluejeanstrash

today, tomorrow and forever - @number1mingyustan

You mean everything to him and more

make a move - @ssentimentals

'i've never done this before' + 'i just want to please you'

loser! cheol, pt.2 & pt. 3 - @hannieehaee

all roads lead back to you - @starlightkyeom

where you take an annual cabin trip with your friends and your ex decides to join this year

fly away - @/sonoyoung

in this life - @trblsvt

honestly, you didn’t really care what choi seungcheol did anymore. but, when his mom called you saying there was an accident, you found yourself at the foot of his bed.

exes and oh's - @toruro

when your ex-best friend breaks up with your other ex-best friend, you’re stuck between keeping this door (that you never wanted closed) shut tight, and making amends. naturally, choosing to let your heart open to the person who ripped it apart isn’t the easiest of decisions, but then again, life has a funny way of making you choose.

eat. play. love. - @husbandhoshi

being one of new york's top food critics comes with a lot of perks: free dinners, nice awards, and a linkedin profile your parents could be proud of. that doesn't stop you from wanting a lofty promotion to editor, and the only person standing in your way is choi seungcheol. just one problem: his romance column has half of new york under his grimy little thumb. that, and you hate him.

in which your love language is food. seungcheol doesn't have one.

always only you - @honeyhotteoks

the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead.