#aaaaand queue's back!

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Random question :)

Could we one day take Mychael to an aquarium (to see jellyfish) and how would he react? 👀 If he was comfortable enough I totally take him!

He'd love it! Being able to see sea creatures up close with his favorite person in the world; it'd make his day!

His favorite part would be those underwater tunnels (I mean who doesn't love those) and he'd probably get a cute little souvenir to bring home at the end of the visit, maybe a pin for his beanie or keychain/badge for his satchel.

I had a Patreon member request something similar back in December last year, so have some art as a treat!

[alexcutecolly]

The Tenor

Greatly inspired by that anon asking about preds putting on a musical number before eating their prey, I wrote this short story!

Warnings: some cursing, fearplay, unwilling g/t vore, uncaring pred.

Mainly NSFW vore accounts DNI!!

Words: ~2.1k

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Your head feels heavy as you start regaining consciousness, your vision all blurred and confusing before your eyes focus on your surroundings.

“Mhhh?”

W…where am I?

It looks like you’re in the backstage of a massive theater. No kidding, every single equipment around you is gigantic compared to your size. The curtains are still closed, and the dark engulfs everything. The only exception being a single, big reflector casting its beacon of light before you.

Looking down, you realize you’re all tied up to a chair of your own scale.

“Uh???” You can’t move an inch, and any attempt at budging is vain; plus you can feel the ropes almost digging into your sitting form.

W�� what happened? I was waiting in a queue to buy a ticket for Mr. Biggs’ next performance-

“Is… anyone there?” you call out, your voice resounding in the seemingly empty room.

“Oh! There you are! It took you longer that I thought to wake up!” a booming voice breaks the eerie silence, coming from above but behind you.

“U-uh?”

This voice-

“The Titanic Tenor…? Mr. … Mr. Biggs? Is… Is that you?”

He chuckles, moving from his previous position to face you.

“That is me indeed~”

“Mr. Biggs, w-what’s going on? Is… is this a joke?” you ask him, doing your best not to make a puppy-eyed face as you look straight at him.

“Oh, not at all! You see… you’ve been randomly picked for an unique, extraordinary event involving the one and only me!” he exclaims, putting his arms out with theatrical emphasis.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Ooookaaaay…? Aaaaand… Why does it require me to be bound to a chair, in dim light, in the backstage?” you question him, wriggling a bit in place.

“Oh it’s rather simple.” He grins menacingly.

“I’ll give you 60 seconds to escape. If you don’t make it, I’m going to eat you. How’s that sound?”

“W-WHAT-“

“I won’t repeat myself. The ropes are tight. I’m just sure you’ll come up with something” he says, keeping the same excited grin.

“But- this is absurd!!”

“Oh yeah it is! Absurd, that I haven’t done this before!”

You gulp nervously.

“And in the meantime, allow me to perform a cavatina dedicated to your despair only. It should last for the perfect amount of time as well.”

“B-but wait! Why do you want to eat me? I’m just a random spectator from your usual audience! Also… Aren’t tenors supposed to play the heroes, the good guys in operas? Not that we’re in a play right now but-“

“First of all. Although you’re technically right, there are some interesting exceptions in 19th century plays where the tenor plays the bad guy, and the main male protagonist/hero is played by a baritone. Just check out Giuseppe Verdi’s ‘Rigoletto’, so you’ll know what I’m talking about” he responds, moving his hand in the air as to shoo your doubts away.

“And for the reason why I’m so eager to make a meal out of you… Why can’t I? Shouldn’t I enjoy a snack every once in a while?”

“You can’t be serious-“

“Ta-ta, less complaining and more working on those ropes, or the only symphony you’re going to be listening to in a minute will be my belly’s. C’mon, the play is starting!”

“Just wait-!”

“Oooooh~ oh my dear preeeeey~

You should’ve walked awayyyy~

From the moment you feeelt

Your impending dooooom~”

The giant tenor is ignoring you now, his back turned to you as he starts to sing his malicious song.

Great, just great. You sigh.

So you begin wriggling and struggling, with your hands doing their best to release your wrists first.

Shit, he wasn’t lying about the ropes being tight, you think with a grunt.

“… And whaaaaat

are you going to doooo

once you’re all settleeed

inside my guuuut~… ”

Ugh, shut up.

His eyes meet yours, when he turns around as he continues with his mocking cavatina. He licks his lips for just a moment, causing you to flinch and look away from him.

Clenching your teeth, you feel a small wind of relief when you finally manage to untie one of the knots. The ropes feel a little loosened now. You don’t stop, and keep insisting on the other knots. Thankfully, it seems there’s only one remaining.

“… 20 seconds… is all that’s leeeeft~

Before you’re plunged

Down into my chest~…”

You curse under your breath, your sore fingers now attempting to undo what remains of the thread binding you to the chair. It’s all been wrapped around you, which makes it even harder to make it come off.

Eventually, you pull the rope and it finally releases you from your sitting position, and that’s when you toss it away and run for your life.

But that’s when you realize…

Wait… I’m not on the ground! He placed me on a fucking table!! Or… Is it a… stage?

“Was… was there not an escape route the entire time?” you ask yourself, horrified at coming at your conclusion.

“Nonono, there has to be one-”

“Oh my dear prey~

Your time is uuup~

And now you will be

Miiiiiine~”

He lets out the last word with a nice, prolonged High C before approaching, rubbing his hands together at your sight.

“Wait, nonono, I refuse to be eaten!” you say, standing up to him with your fists clenched.

“Oh c’mon sweetheart, you’ve had your chance. Now, give up and accept it.”

“’My chance’ your ass, you’ve tricked me! You made me believe I could run away in safety, but… How was I supposed to get down from here?” With a stern look you point at the edge of the table, which is at least 3 feet in giant size.

The tenor sighs. “Gorgeous. The actors aren’t supposed to leave the stage until the curtains are pulled! Don’t you know that?”

“B-but… we’re not in a play right now.”

“Says who?” the opera singer asks rhetorically, grinning from ear to ear.

!!!!

“Y-you didn’t correct me before! When I said the same thing!”

“I didn’t, yeah. Aren’t you happy, though? You’ve been promoted from mere spectator to main acting role!”

“A-as if this is what I was waiting in line for! I’m- I’m done with your stupid game!”

“Oh yeah sure, feel free to complain to the big boss if you’d like, then! And that is…”

He does a little twirl, turning around before doing a theatrical pose with his arms stretched out wide.

“ME!”

“…”

You have nothing else to say. The situation is already crazy enough for your understanding. Plus it feels so demeaning, it’s like your mind is detaching itself from your body.

“Anyhow, I hope you’ll behave now. Because…”

He leans forward with the usual wicked smile plastered on his face. You instinctively take a step back in fear, looking up to the famished giant.

“You’re going to be the spotlight of my lunch.”

You shake your head. “N-no please! Have mercy!!”

“And I will! Plus it’s not like you’re going to die, you silly goose!” he says loudly, reaching out towards you with his large hand.

You almost dodge his fingers, but they manage to grab the back of your jacket at the very last second. And so you’re lifted up in the air, wriggling in the caging fist of your captor.

“Ha-have you taken into account the fact that maybe I just don’t want to be eaten by you?” you wheeze out as you attempt to free yourself from his grip.

“Oh, I have. I just decided not to care.”

He raises you above his head, his lips slowly parting to reveal the teeth and the inside of the maw.

You shake your head again, as to wake yourself up from this terrible dream. But when reality sinks in, all left for you to do is a desperate attempt at reaching for the fingers that are holding you up in the air.

Though Mr. Biggs doesn’t waste any more time, and he drops you right into the wide, very welcoming opening below.

Letting out a scream, you land right onto his spongy tongue. Covered in saliva already, you cough and immediately try to slip away towards the front, but the giant keeps you in place by pressing you even more into his taste buds with his index.

“MMMMMM!!~” the tenor hums loudly, rubbing your body up and down to get more and more of your peculiar flavor. And you must taste amazing, because more and more pools of saliva are accumulating fast all around you.

After a while though, he retracts the finger to close his mouth and seal you inside. As soon as the light goes out, the muscle underneath you pins you to the palate, unperturbed by your struggling; and as if it wasn’t enough, it brushes against you tirelessly to gather even more of your taste.

In the end, there’s nothing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re being sucked onto like a tiny piece of candy.

On the outside, the giant can barely contain his appetite. Oh, to have a feisty snack like you before any of his shows!

Once he’s grown tired of having you stuck to the roof of his mouth, he starts swirling you around, moving you from cheek to cheek. His continued humming makes the whole damp cave vibrate, which you’d find even soothing in a totally different situation. And it only gets worse when he picks up the snarky song he was singing before, his purring another way to taunt his poor victim.

Having fun with your part, morsel? I can keep going for as much as I like-

All of a sudden the alarm on Mr. Biggs’ watch goes off, reminding him of the incoming performance.

Humpf. Nevermind, I guess. Almost forgot about that, he huffs, quite annoyed to interrupt his vicious snacking.

Welp. Every story must come to an end, sooner or later, after all. What really matters is enjoying the ride, right~?

And that’s when he begins to tilt his head back.

In the inside of his maw everything shifts incredibly fast. Not that it has was all peaceful up until this moment, but if you were laying horizontally on his tongue just a few seconds ago, now you’re sliding straight towards a new dark chasm- his throat.

“N-no, wait!! D-don’t swallow!!” you shout, wiggling and doing the best way you can to hold onto something- anything-, that prevents you from falling into the bottomless pit in the back.

But with all the fleshy interiors coated in saliva, your hands hopelessness slip, slip and slip. So you what you actually manage to accomplish, is to just stare as you pass through the hellish gate and go down the hatch.

*GLK~*

The tenor gently presses his big hand to his neck as he feels you travel down, deeper and deeper inside of him until you disappear behind his collarbone.

“Mmmmm, I needed that~ some entertainment before the great show, you know?” he speaks, as if you could actually listen to him.

The descend towards his stomach is tight. So so tight. It’s giving you claustrophobia. The heat is unbearable, and you’re not even in the main chamber yet. His heart is hammering somewhere very close to you, undeterred to your despair. And when you’re finally released in the stomach, it feels like your troubles are over for the moment.

If Mr. Biggs is true to his word, you’re going to be safe. For a while, at least.

…

Hopefully.

“Aaaah~ That hit the spot~” Mr. Biggs sighs, feeling your small but filling presence inside his belly. He smirks at your puny wriggling, rubbing your spot with more glee than annoyance.

“Mmmmm, don’t be shy and struggle more if you’d like~” he says, poking his middle again in hope to get more active reactions from you.

“In the meantime, the rest of the audience is waiting for me for the real play! Make yourself at home, you’re definitely not coming out for the next few hours~” he says, chuckling to himself.

Before going back to his dressing room though, he gathers the tiny chair and the discarded thread from the stage - more like a table to him - ‘borrowed’ from the non-giant singers and musicians. Thankfully nobody has walked in during the events that have just transpired, or that’d have been pretty weird - if not embarrassing - to explain.

Oh well, you think, getting more comfortable as you crawl up to the nearest stomach wall to lay against it. Your eyes growing heavier from exhaustion and the excruciating warmth.

At least I’ve got front row seats to a free performance.

[yukimiyum]

HIATUS!

hello my beloveds! i wanted to let everyone know that i will be on hiatus until mid-May due to personal circumstances AAAAAND i'm going on a hiking trip to SPAIN! woo! i'll be completely unplugged from social media during it, and i'll be gone for 11 days (GASPS) bumbling around there <33 i fly out tomorrow evening!

i'll have a queue running which will definitely run out before i'm back, but i wanted to let everyone know why i'm not around/active as much (even though i've been a bit absent as of late anyways, hehe).

see you guys later!!!! MWAH

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mini semi-hiatus :)

hi guys!! everything is fine, but tbh my queue has yet to fully recover since Diced Junior :o that was quite a time-consuming project. i thought i could easily rebuild my queue, but it's soooo low and i don't want it to affect my gameplay. sooo, mini semi-hiatus!

idk why i was so reluctant to do this sooner but at least i'm doing it now. it could last less than a week or maybe even 2 weeks. we will see.

we'll be back with lotsa fun things. dulce's yearbook picture came out sooooo cute. i love her little interactions with her family, friends, partner, and cousins. angel will be getting ready for college. aaaaand we'll see what happens with noemi and the bakery as gen 1 comes to a close!

[flurrys-creativity]

Abience

abience (n.) - the strong urge to avoid someone or something

Pairing: Minhyuk (Monsta X) x Fem!Reader; Genre: exes to lovers, romance, SMUT, jackson wang party; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: typical house party stuff > drinking alcohol, loud music, mentions of body shots, dancing; also running away from your ex, arguing, jumping into a boat, minhyuk can't swim, falling into a lake; SMUT > making out, kissing, unprotected sex, voyeurism, breast play; Wordcount: 3.007; Collab: Project X

Summary: The second your ex showed up at the party, you had the strong urge to avoid him at all costs. Minhyuk on the other hand had a different idea.

A/N: While the Collab stopped a few other writers and I decided to keep it going and connect our stories around the infamous Jackson Wang party. This is my first of three entries! Aaaaand should you find some written by @mingsolo @daemour @sanjoongie and @hongcherry in the near or far future, make sure to check them out as well and look for the easter eggs all of us have dropped in each story to connect them! Have fun reading!

“What makes a Jackson Wang party so different to any other house party thrown by some random dude?” You asked and swirled the liquid of your red solo cup around. 

After someone called body shots in the kitchen you had grabbed your friend and fled the scene, refusing to participate in a game where you almost had to strip and let random guys slobber all over your stomach - or worse you had to drink from theirs.

“You’re aware of the luxury surrounding you?” Your friend laughed and chucked down her own drink. She locked arms with you and pulled you along the house, peeking into every room on your way.

You stopped in your tracks, when you saw a frantic looking Hyungwon pushing through the hallway. He halted in front of you, probably recognising you. “The kitchen?”

Maybe he didn’t remember you and only asked you due to the solo cup in your hand. You pointed over your shoulder, your eyes following him. Just before he vanished from your sight, he turned back and waved to you. “Thanks y/n!”

Your eyes widened momentarily in surprise but you didn’t want to dwell on it. Technically Hyungwon was a part of your past. Ever since you broke up with Minhyuk - his roommate - you haven’t seen Hyungwon either and you weren’t too affected by it.

As you and your friend wandered further through the house, commenting on everything that you two saw - including the hot, blond foreigner, who seemingly was like a little kid on christmas day, soaking in every detail he saw.

You two snickered and continued your way around the house, reaching the somewhat called play room. “Oh pool tables!” Your friend squealed in excitement and pulled you into the room as well.

At one end you saw a group of people playing beer pong or some sort of variation of it, while two men occupied the large pool table and played a game against each other. They had a few viewers, mostly girls that swooned over them - and your friend seemingly was now one of them.

You tilted your head and observed the situation, finding it quite amusing how smitten some people could become by a guy that knew how to play. Your jaw tensed when you recognised one of them as Yoon Jeonghan - a colleague of Minhyuk. You dreaded turning your head and checking on the other guy but your body moved on its own accord. You two locked eyes. A flurry of emotions played over Minhyuk’s face, showing surprise, wonder and delight, while you were sure your own face showed panic.

Not even thinking about informing your friend, you turned on your heel and rushed out of the room. There was no way you could stay in the same room as him. Not after your break up was more than unclear and you still hadn’t come to terms with it.

You heard Minhyuk excuse himself behind you, thrusting the queue into someone else's hands and following you as quickly as possible. With the adrenaline pumping through your body, you pushed through groups of people and went into a different room, hoping to lose him in the crowds.

Someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the room, forcing you to dance along with dozens of others. Bodies got tightly pressed against another, barely moving to the rhythm of the loud music anymore.

Despite you being significantly smaller than most of the other dancers - especially since you didn’t wear heels like most of the women around you - you worried about being found by Minhyuk. Restlessly your head turned over your shoulders again and again, checking your back every other second just to be sure.

When you noticed Minhyuk inside of the room, you pressed yourself through the dancers and away from his side, wishing to escape on the other side.

Somehow Minhyuk noticed you and quickly followed you again, only losing you momentarily in the next room. He huffed in frustration when you kept on slipping through his fingers, seemingly vanishing right before he got to you.

You slipped through the back entrance of the house, breathing in the fresh air around you. For a while you wondered whether you should stay here, go around the house to the front or do something else.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around, seeing Minhyuk in the doorway. He appeared a little more dishevelled than when you first saw him. You probably didn’t look any better after pushing through so many sweaty bodies for probably half an hour already. 

Nonetheless you didn’t let him say another word. Instead you speed walked out into the open. When you looked over your shoulder and saw him running after you, you screeched and picked up the pace yourself. You ran across the lawn and towards the wooden docks at the lake.

Minhyuk stopped at the shore and called out after you, running his hands through his hair desperately when he saw you jumping into a small rowing boat.

“What do you want?” You called back, stretching your arms out to balance yourself as you turned around still standing.

“Please, I just wanna talk to you.”

“But I don’t wanna talk to you!” You stomped on the ground with one foot, quickly regretting the decision as you dropped down and grabbed onto the sides of the boat. You waited for the shaking to subside before you looked back up towards Minhyuk. “We broke up. Please just leave me alone.”

Minhyuk had set one foot on the dock, unsure whether he wanted to move closer or stay on land. After all, he never properly learned how to swim, so water awoke a healthy amount of respect inside of him. “We both know that wasn’t a true break up! We had one fight and from then on you just ghosted me!”

“I did NOT ghost you! I told you I was done and then I left!” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “That’s breaking up!”

You hadn’t noticed how the boat wasn’t properly secured at the dock and how the violent shaking from your part slowly got it loose, making you drift away from the wooden platform.

Minhyuk stepped on the docks completely, his legs shaking as he walked closer to the edge. Though when he reached it, the boat was already out of reach.

You clenched your jaw, still glaring at him and praying for his own good that he wouldn’t pull you in just so he could continue to speak to you. Though when you noticed Minhyuk frantically looking around the ground he was standing on, you started to feel nervous.

“Y/N? Do you have a paddle in that boat? I think you need to row back.” Minhyuk called out to you, looking at you with worry shining in his eyes.

You twisted and turned your body, checking every little space inside the small boat but coming up empty handed. Finally fear settled in your own system and you looked back up at Minhyuk with wide eyes. Your mind was already racing as it tried to come up with a solution.

“Fuck”, Minhyuk cursed and bent down, untying his shoes and placing them to the side. He almost completely undressed until he only stood in his boxers. He swallowed harshly and walked a few steps back, before he turned to you again. Anxiously shaking his hands next to his body he tried hyping himself up.

You screamed when he started running and jumped into the dark lake. You stared at him with wide eyes while he paddled - rather ungracefully - towards you and the boat, splashing water everywhere.

A shriek escaped your lips and you raised your hands towards your face, shielding it from the water. 

Minhyuk grabbed onto the side of the boat, breathing heavily. His body shook violently and he wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold, the adrenaline or the panic he felt while being inside the water. 

“Now that you reached the boat, what is your plan?” You asked him, still in disbelief of what he just did. “Are you pulling the boat back to the shore?”

Minhyuk grunted lowly and tried pulling himself into the boat. Though with his shaking the opposite happened. The boat started shaking violently enough for you to lose your balance and fall head first into the water as well.

You coughed heavily as soon as you breached the surface again, wiping the water and your wet hair out of your face. You glared towards Minhyuk and with a few strokes swam closer to him, only to hit him on the shoulder.

“Shit, are you okay?” Minhyuk ignored the pain in his shoulder, reaching out to you instead and cupping your cheek. “I didn’t mean to.”

You sighed heavily and pointed towards the boat that he still held with one hand. “Let us get you inside that boat now.”

“No, no, no. You should go first!”

“So that I can fall into the water twice? No, thank you.” You told him with a firm shake of your head. “We also still need to get this boat back to the dock and I can pull it while swimming there. I’m soaked anyway.” You silently swam around the boat until you found the rope that should have been holding it to the dock and grabbed it, swimming back to Minhyuk.

“I’ll help you.”

“Minhyuk”, you sighed softly, unsure how to tell him that he wouldn’t be much of a help with his nonexistent skill of swimming.

He sighed himself, his head hanging lowly. Minhyuk avoided looking at you, his grip on the boat tightening while he fought with himself. “I know I won’t be much help”, he whispered, shortly glancing up to you, “but please don’t make me get in that boat and let you pull me back to the shore. I made enough of a fool out of myself just now. I don’t think my ego can take another blow.”

“Alright.” You didn’t argue with him. Instead you turned around and headed for the dock, pulling the boat behind you as you swam the relatively short distance.

Once you reached the dock, you motioned for Minhyuk to pull himself up first. He followed your request and then took the rope, tying it around a metal bar on the dock. As soon as he made sure it was secure, he turned to you again and held out his hand for you to grab.

You smiled up at him and accepted his hand but instead of getting pulled up, you pulled him back down into the water. Snickering and then laughing loudly when he broke through the surface, gasping for air. “Payback”, you told him between your laughing fits. You still held out your hand and pulled him back to the dock when he grabbed it.

“I guess I deserved that”, he muttered and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Maybe”, you grinned and swam closer to him, wrapping one arm around his neck and pressing your body against his. “But you also deserve a thanks. For trying to save me.”

“Which I failed horribly”, he looked down, unhappy with how everything turned out to be. 

“Hey”, you cupped his face and made him look into your eyes, “you did something you’ve never done before and I am so, so proud of you, love.” With that you leaned up and kissed him, closing your eyes in the process.

Minhyuk wrapped one of his arms around your middle, pulling you closer against him and deepening the kiss, while his other hand grabbed on the wooden dock, keeping you two afloat. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your core against him. With delight you noticed how his dick grew from the pressure you put on him.

“Get on the dock”, he growled against your lips, placing his free hand beneath your ass and pushing you up. As soon as he made sure you were safely on the dock, he pulled himself up as well, immediately crawling over to your sitting form and caging you in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss, ignoring your wet clothes clinging to your skin.

Minhyuk rolled his hips against yours every now and then, eliciting soft moans from you, which he greedily ate up with his kisses. When he decided he had enough, he got on his knees and opened your jeans, pulling the soaked fabric down your legs.

You had to kick your legs even to finally get them as well as your shoes off. You simultaneously unbuttoned your white blouse, which had now become see through, showing your satin bra. All of your wet clothes - including your underwear, because neither of you had the patience to wait any longer - landed in a pile right next to you.

Minhyuk had pulled his boxers down as well, leaving both of you completely naked. His eyes wandered over your form, fingers gently brushing along the curves of your body. “Damn, I fucking missed that sight.” He leaned down and greedily kissed along your body, sucking and nibbling little love bites in his way as well.

Your head automatically rolled back as you arched your body underneath his little ministrations. The second you felt one of his hands on your thigh, you opened your legs, welcoming him between them immediately. You moaned softly when he rolled his hips into yours again, rubbing his hard dick against your folds.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, Minhyuk whispered against your skin, nosing along your neck and jawline. “I missed you so fucking much.” He pressed himself against your body, edging you on until you grew impatient and writhed underneath him, searching for that friction.

“Please, Min”, you gasped and arched your back even more, “please, I need you inside of me. Now!”

Minhyuk chuckled and brushed his fingers along your side. “So fucking needy for me.” He grabbed your breast with one hand, groping it and circling your hardened nipple with his thumb. 

His slow ministrations were turning you on like nothing else but at the same time they were torture. You wanted nothing more than to feel his thick cock inside of your tight pussy. You wanted to suck him in, feeling him hit that one spot inside of you over and over again.

After all the years you two were together, Minhyuk knew exactly when you had become so needy for him that you basically became puddy underneath his touch. He aligned his dick with your centre and pushed into you, groaning in pleasure from the feeling.

He halted momentarily when he had completely sunken into you, pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck while he breathed heavily. It’s been so long since he felt you around him. Your scent, your touch, everything turned him on, intoxicated him, made him addicted to you.

“Fuck me”, you exhaled and tentatively squeezed around his shaft. You moaned loudly the second Minhyuk started to pull out and thrust back into you, setting a pace that turned your brain into a mess.

Minhyuk thrusted into you over and over again, panting heavily above you but not slowing down at all. It simply felt too good to fuck you again like this.

Soon enough you tipped over the edge, your whole body spasming and your moans mixed with whimpers of sensitivity. 

Minhyuk immediately came after you, pushing himself deep inside of you and staying there until his dick softened. He rolled next to you, his chest moving rapidly. “Fuck.”

“Yeah”, you laughed softly and scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. “That was amazing.” 

Minhyuk hummed and wrapped his arms around your form, pulling you into him as he nosed the side of your head with closed eyes. “I missed that. Missed you.”

“Maybe I overreacted back then”, you mumbled and drew random lines on his chest, avoiding looking at him. “Because I missed you too. Missed touching you, kissing you.” 

Minhyuk grabbed your chin and tilted your head so you would look at him. “What do you say about starting over?” He leaned down and kissed you - gently and so soft, giving you the choice to deepen it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself deeper into the kiss, licking over his lips and moaning against them when his hands wandered over your naked body again.

“As much as I wanna fuck you all over again”, Minhyuk said once you two broke the kiss to get some air, “I think we should change the location for that.”

You sat up and looked around, slowly nodding and agreeing with his statement. Yet, you only stared at your pile of soaked clothes, pulling a face at the thought of putting them on again.

Minhyuk pushed himself up into a sitting position as well, kissing your cheek with a soft laugh. “If you promise me not to flash anyone your cute little butt, I’ll give you my shirt to wear until we’re inside an empty bathroom.”

“Bathroom? Not the bedroom?” You raised one eyebrow in question, even tilting your head like a little puppy.

“Our clothes need a tumble dryer and-” he leaned over to you, one of his hands running over your skin, while he kissed you softly - “your skin is freezing cold. I want you to take a hot shower so you won’t get sick.”

“Only if you’re in that shower with me”, you smirked, already struggling to keep your hands to yourself.

“That can be arranged.” Minhyuk grinned against your lips, gently biting your lower lip before he stood up and pulled you along. He gave you his shirt and got into his dry pants himself. He then grabbed the pile of wet clothes, watching how you seductively buttoned his shirt up.

Thankfully it covered all the important places, though it didn’t stop him from eating you up with his eyes. “It’s gonna be a long night, love.”

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[poupeesdecirque]

Personal update & Doll Stuff

This week has been a wild ride and not one I'm proud of to be honest. In short: work drained me so hard I was so stressed I can barely remember what happened during work in the days I was there, I had my lunch break cut short on 3 of the 4 days I worked, one day was a 10+ hour day and phew... it was not fun at all. Then there was the issue none of my creative projects I tried my hands on worked in favor for me, everything failed. hard.

But I had a vacation day on friday and had scheduled an appointment for the next tattoo (pic on the top) but the artist came back to me on wednesday and had ditched my own sketch for a copy of a manga panel and it greatly helped for my mental health to spiral down into hell. I know a bunch of people got concerned about me, and that with a reason, I am unharmed, I just... rant a lot to fight the nasty voices.

In the end I was pissed, he was pissed but he had to correct the shit he had done to get close to my sketch again. But he had the audacity to tell me I should bring a sketch next time for him to use .... and that's all what I want to tell about this adventure. I got my tattoo, it went fast, seems to heal good so far, arm doesn't hurt.

Since yesterday my creativity is gladly back and I came up with like 20 solutions for the 10 problems I had. Hah.

Took some photos, continued with Cosplay progress and drew a bit.

And I bought a new head, or let's say the dear @izasbjdphoto told me she wanted to get the new Impdoll body but disliked the head and I noticed today, as I made sketches, that the head would fit my plans of making a Level 4 Akuma into a doll aaaaand she gladly let me have it <3 yay. Still need to figure out how to make a Level 3, that might be a sculpture again.

Also I am super hyped for the Bookfair, to see my friends again and hop into Cosplay. @adragonstale agreed to take photos of me (aka I will throw my camera at him and he is allowed to take pics whenever he likes) and I will stay at a friend's place from the wednesday before the fair ... this time without needing to go back to work, full 4 days.

I'm slowly working throught he drawing for my cosplay line up but somehow... even though I didn't have that much to do today the time slipped through my fingers.

I really hope to get to writing a hobby related blog entry again soon, but I took photos of 4 dolls this weekend, sorted stuff into the queue, into photobooks and all that... it's enough.

For next week I have a small project to finish during my lunch breaks (just some buttons and straps to be added) and I have sewing planned for the next weekend. I hope to get to cutting parts during the week that would help but it's okay if I don't get to it, I know we will be understaffed and .. yeah.

This was my outfit for Carnival last monday btw... progress is stuck somewhere in the queue. It's an Allen the Dog Kigurumi.

[neverwinternighting]

...Aaaaand we're back.

Let's get our Neverwinter Nighties on and wind up that queue.

[setsuntamew]

MY QUEUE RAN OUT

MY BAD I THOUGHT THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN but noooooo I've been doing other stuff, like being a house spouse. Which sounds like I should have the time to fart around on tumblr, but I've been fighting my disability and taking care of a lot of the chores around the house ✌

....I've also been mostly hanging out in the Millionsummers discord server, so I guess I've sort of been farting around, but in a slightly more social way XD

Classes also start up again in a couple weeks, so that's looming ;w; I'm stressed about going back, because I won't be able to get my adhd meds refilled until the beginning of September at the earliest. I don't wanna go another semester with intermittent meds ><

Aaaaand I've been making a lot of graphics of on dreamwidth/insanejounal, because that's a sign my mental health is doing just greaaatttt 🙃 at least I can still make sparkle graphics? XD

here's a freebie for millionsummers nation ;D

You know, in case anyone is still on sites that use 100x100 icons ;D

[crispy-pupper]

Post NAIC Blog

6/18/25

HOWDY FOLKS! It's yapping hour (: so buckle down cause it's yap time.

So I had the opportunity to go NAIC for my first time ever this year. I went with a group of friends and it was about a 5.5 hour drive for us. Originally I was going as a spectator since I had missed the registration window, but about 4 weeks before the tournament RK9 opened some extra slots and my friend was like "wouldn't it be funny if you got in queue and competed with us?" and I went yeah sure; anyway I got through the queue aaaaand I competed haha. I would consider myself an average TCG player. I place top 10 or somewhere in the middle when it comes to local leagues but I am not a cracked player so I had an idea of mmm def not making day 2 but maybe I'll have fun anyway. Damn did I have fun with my friends.

TBH I dropped after round 4 with a record of 0-4-0…. Riddle me this batman, what are the odds of me playing three Raging Bolts in a row???? THREE??? MY WORST MATCH UP??? AHHHHHHHHH. It's chill - by round 4 my blood sugar was crashing and my service dog was like, yo you gotta eat man, so I dropped. I think if had I had a better early run I might've stuck it out and had a friend run me lunch but with a 0-4 match score, my friends and I got lunch then went all in on side events (: WHICH PAID OFF! I got a booster of Twilight Masquerade and she got a booster of Destined Rivals from the prize wall by the final day.

It was super busy and really pushed my physical limits but I had a lot of fun. PlayLabs was great, I managed to get into the Pokemon Center, Pokemon had a pin trading event which apparently is the first time they have ever done that! I will say as a competitor it was a little hard trying to get to some things with the weird hours that things are open on day one is a little hard, but that's ok. We really were trying to hit everything lol. I actually really enjoyed walking everywhere even if I had to several breaks haha (my poor kneeeeeeees). The trade hall was really cool but again the hours it was open was kind of rough, but they had to have staff monitoring it so I get it. All in all I'm gonna try and go again next year. By then I think I'll also have improved as a competitive player as well (and the next rotation is going to murder my deck anyway…. wahhhhhhhhhhh)!!!! I'm so glad that TCG has brought as my joy back into my life as it has. It's been such a joy to play and finally make friends again as an adult and like, have something to do that I enjoy. Anyway I love yall. BYE!

PHOTO DUMP <3

[nithica]

every 3 business days my friend likes to remind me of our experience at graspop last summer

when i apparently caught covid like RIGHT away so id been struggling with fever all week at the festival, going in and out of the ER

but saturday was BMTH as the closer and i didn’t want to miss it, so i pushed through, spent some time of the day in the first aid post to get help with getting my temperature down just so i could go off during BMTH (for clarification, i didn’t find out what it was until i was already back home a week later, i honestly thought i fell ill bc of the rainfall & not being able to sleep on the camping grounds)

we got a good spot; i didn’t need to be at the barrier since i’d seen them at the barrier in february. instead we went to the pit

mind you, i’m 5’, and i was stuck between a group of dudes ranging from 5’11 to like 6’4

moshed a bit, was fun. then left, went hard by myself. but i started feeling a little faint. my friend noticed and asked me if im ok, i was feeling the music though so im like yeah (proceeds to collapse)

luckily the guy standing behind me caught me cos my ass would have DROPPED 😩

then my friend again was like ok ur not ok maybe we should chill. so she held me against her but i was legit just not all there; had no idea what was happening anymore or what song was playing tbh.

the guy behind me then proceeded to tell the people around us to give us some space (supposedly, this is her account), and then asked if maybe they should get me to the front (idk???? it’s not exactly open there either😭)

aaaaand there i went, knocked tf out. so his friends forced ppl to open up a path and my friend and him dragged my limp pool noodle body to the barrier, where security yoinked me over the fence and handed me over to the EMTs, then (also friends account) carried her over as well

i was like, in and out of consciousness and i do remember briefly seeing oli on the stage but i ☠️ i didn’t even know what he was playing like genuinely i was just like what the fuck where am i who am i who the FUCK is carrying me

then, the next thing i remember is waking up somewhere in front of the stage a while later, with a lady fanning me, the EMTs questioning my friend and another guy handing me a bottle of water and i’m just like . 🧍‍♀️ where am i again

thennnn they left to get some things and i was so fucking nauseous, i was so hot, miserable,,

and i remember that i then heard kingslayer beginning and cussing at my friend like AREEEEEE U KIDDING MEEEEE i wanted to mosh to this song. and she’s just like. girl you’re going nowhere the fuck. here have some grape sugar

BUT I WAS SO HEARTBROKEN FOR MISSING IT

and then i also missed antivist😔

anyways; she filmed it all, then told me - and now reminds me of it every other week - how i had “given her the night of her life” and that “oli looked at us” and im just like. wow thanks girlie pop. i fainted and got carried out of the crowd during my fav act of the day but at least YOU 🫵 got to enjoy it all 🤧

i am still sad about missing like half the show cos it was lit and i was having fun

and the sunday was awful, i legit barely left the first aid post and just slept on a stretcher all day with my friend frequently popping in to cool me with a bottle of ice water and a fan, i have NO idea who or what we saw that day AND i remember being so pissy for missing machine head closing the night.

don’t even talk to me about monday. the ambulance took my ass out of the queue for the bus bc i was literally being cooked 🥲 and i was still bed ridden for like two weeks afterwards, visiting the ER twice at night too. don’t get covid yall what the fuck (this was my first time after 4 jabs) i never felt so sick before

but hey, at least my friend got her 10 seconds of fame 😔😪😢

[kaoarika]

I still think this new grid layout looks... so crowded. And the fact that it basically follows what twitter has been looking like in the past 5+ years (and a grid that FB also copied in 2020? Aaaaand insta now has it too, so... 🤔) doesn't help either :)

Why does it has to be... on the left (again) and static (AGAIN)?

The fact that this isn't really... neat to eye, is kinda awful.

I said in my other post that I dunno why it looks like EVERY SINGLE UI/UX web designer forget that not everyone uses a big screen. I have taken screencaps of when Tumblr used to look too wide with spaces before, because I did have a bigger PC screen (1920x1080) that I stopped using in late 2017, but once I had to move to a smaller screen (1366x768) it somehow looked a little "smaller", and while it wasn't AS crowded as it is with this new layout, at least there was still some space on the left that was "OKAY" to me. This is just an eyesore, lmao.

I'm pretty sure they just wanted to make it look "uniformized" as it looks in mobile (MAYBE not in the app, but accessing it through a normal web browser, I meant), ig.

Sure, instrictively I don't find "wrong" clicking some things on the left (but I kinda blame Twitter for the physical memory), but... I DO miss when the menu (or some elements of the menu, at least, everything concerning your Account's blogs like the likes, followers, ppl you follow, drafts, etc.) was on the RIGHT side of the screen. I don't know why they wanted to make it into a menu... but I'm pretty sure old posts from way back when from staff kinda might illustrate WHY.

OH, I SEE I have to make ANOTHER click to look at my drafts and activity and queue. WOW. HOW USELESS...

SURE, being an old time tumblr user (circa 2009), I know we have been complaining from every single change this website makes from the more "sillier" ones (the classic blue in the background) to the not so much silly ones (the change of size of the posts), to the more "i kinda? get it, but at the cost of what" ones (the nsfw ban)... but MY GOD, I wish, SOMEHOW this site would just stop "following the leader" in these sort of aesthetic web design changes (that also goes in hand with that one post of "their expectatives as a platform in the future" from last month).

Wish I would find that one old post of someone comparing Tumblr as an apartment owned by a landlord and all the unnecessary changes they make EXCEPT in fixing or prioritizing the problems we complain about -bugs, spambots, the mobile app's experience, what you have it), which they make REALLY obvious in the aforementioned post I mention in the point above.

Also, this grid might work on old geocities fansites from the old internet? when it was about their menus, but that was by choice of the owner of those sites, not.. you know... whatever the hell social media platform thinks it works as perfect.

[flaggersribs]

So my music app doesn't have a playlist made for recently played but I've been playing the same songs in a queue for a week so

1- brindis by duki + headie one

2- she don't give a fo by duki + khea

3- mala mia by duki + lit killah

4 - location by playboi carti

5 - youth by daughter

6 - ameri by duki

7- hello cotto by duki(can y'all tell ive gotten back into my duki era)

8- además de mi remix (rusherking, duki, mari bece, etc)

9- givenchy ONCE AGAIN by duki

10- y'all guessed it, another one by the duko, goteo by duki

Thanks for the tag and sorry for the zero diversity in artists I'm going thru rn.

@mssmooll @scarletpineapple @thelizerdwizerd @unripe-lemon aaaaand anyone else who wants to join I'm sorry I always forget who to tag guys 😭 I love y'all still

thank you @sneaky-ramen for tagging me <3

these are the rules: you gotta shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and then post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends so they do the same!

1. DENIAL IS A RIVER by Doechii

2. Party Poison by My Chemical Romance

3. Grace by Florence + The Machine

4. Montreal by Penelope Scott

5. The Steps by HAIM

6. BULLFROG by Doechii

7. To Noise Making (Sing) by Hozier

8. Snow (Hey Oh) by Red Hot Chili Peppers

9. Free Now by Gracie Abrams

10. Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott

tagging @xhinateax @vacicezprvnilavice @namesx @myveusrokko @moss-and-crows @killthefangirl @martinkaklim and anyone who'd like to do this <3

[rollercoasterwords]

hiiiiiii!! i don't have the brain to do or watch anything atm but i would LOVE some movie recs please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

YAY ok assuming this is coming from the 80s movie post so. here r some of my favorite 80s movies:

ridiculous campy fun:

earth girls are easy (1988) - fucking LOVE this movie!!! such a fun time. horny aliens crash their spaceship on earth + get taken in by a human woman. also it's a musical comedy + the aliens are played by jeff goldblum jim carrey and damon wayans

hell comes to frogtown (1988) - also. obsessed w this one. post-apocalyptic world where society is a matriarchy + humans need 2 repopulate. protagonist is a Manly Man who has been discovered to have a Mega-High Sperm Count, making him a government asset so a sexy military doctor locks him up in a chastity cage 2 conserve his precious sperm. also there are mutated frog people + they kidnapped a bunch of ~fertile~ human women to keep as sex slaves so Manly Man needs 2 accompany sexy military doctor + sexy soldier to go rescue the ladies from Frogtown so he can fuck them <3 also his name is Sam Hell. hence. 'hell comes to frogtown'

clue (1985) - based on the board game!! murder mystery comedy w wacky characters + an ending that is oh-so-fun

weird dark fantasy:

the company of wolves (1984) - the movie that inspired my 80s movie post 2nite <3 creepy fairytale retelling of red riding hood w a bunch of stories-within-a-story so that it ends up feeling like some sort of fever dream matryoshka doll

labyrinth (1986) - one of my FAVORITE movies of all time!!!!! david bowie is a goblin king who kidnaps the protagonist's baby brother as a favor 2 her + then when she's like actually i want him back he's like ok solve my maze then <3

return to oz (1985) - sequel to 'the wizard of oz' that is like. 10 times darker + weirder + creepier + definitely scarred me + my twin when we watched it as children lol. dorothy won't stop talking abt oz so she's taken 2 a mental institution for electroshock therapy. queue dramatic storm + sudden return to oz except the city is in ruins + dorothy needs 2 save the day

horror:

aliens (1986) - sequel to alien (1979) which just missed the cutoff for making this list + i also recommend--but u don't NEED 2 watch it 2 watch this movie. outer space creature feature meets slasher survival horror. xenomorph i love u <3

the thing (1982) - another sci-fi alien horror but this time it follows a group of researchers in the arctic who encounter an alien that can change shape 2 look like any of them. queue paranoia. there's also a more modern remake of this movie if i'm not mistaken

day of the dead (1985) - probably romero's least well-known zombie movie lol but a fun one nonetheless! good if u like 80s movies + zombie movies which. i do <3

the shining (1980) - oooh artsy spooky hotel horror.....a classic to be honest....

animated:

the last unicorn (1982) - ANOTHER favorite movie of all time for me!!!! unicorn who lives in isolation in a forest overhears two humans talking about how there are no more unicorns in the world + is like what i can't be the only one left...so she sets out on an adventure 2 try and find out what happened 2 all the unicorns <3 another movie that scarred me as a child bc of how creepy + dark it was

nausicaa of the valley of the wind (1984) - studio ghibli <3 this is one of my fave ghibli films. post-apocalyptic wasteland where giant bugs roam the earth....amazing

castle in the sky (1986) - more ghibli! girl w mysterious magic necklace meets boy who is searching for castle in the sky. also they are being chased by pirates + creepy government agents. FUN

kiki's delivery service (1989) - aaaaand more ghibli. teenage witch sets out 2 make her way in the world + encounters existential dread <3

classics:

heathers (1988) - veronica decides that she's sick of her mean-girl popular friendgroup + at the same time meets Mysterious New Boy. when she complains 2 him abt her friends he starts killing them <3

the princess bride (1987) - based on the book (which i also recommend!!); i feel like everyone knows this movie but. basically fairytale-esque romance abt a girl named buttercup who falls in love w a farmboy named wesley but then wesley gets murdered by pirates...or so it seems....

ferris bueller's day off (1986) - teenagers decide 2 skip school + run amok in chicago. wahoo!!

[leighsartworks216]

Papers (Songfic)

Damien/Dark x DA!reader

Requested by Anon:

“I don’t know if requests are open or not, but this is the anon that requested the songfic from Hadestown! After you posted the fic, I wanted to wait a bit before asking for a possible continuation of it based on the song Papers (“You’re not from around here, son…”) from the same musical where Dark finds out the D/A with Mark and he finds out about their deal. Would you want to write something like that?”

I'm so so so sorry this took so long but I love that you keep requesting Hadestown songs bc I love the music. I just have to actually get around to listening to the entire soundtrack at some point lol

Also, this one is laid out a little bit differently than my usual songfics. Basically instead of having the lyrics break up certain paragraphs and stuff, I interlaced them with the dialogue (and some of the "narration" 👀)

Warnings: Actor is an asshole but like we been knew, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of some events from WKM

Word Count: 1337 (oh my god I wish this was a lie how tf did I manage that)

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Stage crew dashed to and fro, positioning props to perfection and preparing the set for filming. It was a hive of activity. One person frantically ran around trying to give the right coffee to the right performers. Another brushed makeup on Mark’s cheeks and forehead. You even spied two sneaking off together. Even after so long, it still all made your head spin.

How long had it been since you were set free? Since you made that deal? Everything all felt like a blur.

Mark had indeed taken you to dinner, but it wasn’t exactly what you expected. By the end of your ‘performance’, you were agreeing to a fake proposal and being dragged deeper into the acting world. He promised to show you the ropes; take you under his wing. Perhaps that’s why he came up with another production: A heist.

You felt out of place navigating your ‘lines’ and actions around actors built to play their roles. These people were professionals, passionate about their jobs and what they’ve been hired to do. You were being suffocated in a situation you couldn’t get out of.

“You remember your lines?” You opened your mouth, but Mark cut you off with an arrogant laugh. You didn’t have any lines. Not spoken ones, anyway. “That’s the spirit! Just follow me and make sure you don’t mess this up. We’re behind schedule on filming enough without you-”

“Quiet on set!”

Mark grumbled as he was cut off by the director. The small bit of satisfaction you felt was quickly washed away with one of his signature grins. He straightened his hair back and prepared himself to act. He really did live for this.

“Alright, aaaaand ACTION!”

Mark pumped his fists excitedly. “Yes! Okay! Awesome! All right, okay. This is gonna be great! And don’t you worry about a thing because our watches are still synchronized, which means that…”

Your mind zoned out as you listened to him go on and on. He loved giving himself long paragraphs to recite. Maybe it was just to show off how brilliant he was. You followed your queue, turning away so Mark could be dragged away and eaten or killed or whatever. You turned back and, yup, there was his flashlight. You looked down the hall he was supposed to go down and-

Wait. This wasn’t in the script.

“Uhm, Mark?”

Your voice echoed in the darkness. There was no more set. There was no more crew. This darkness looked too familiar; too similar to the mirror you were stuck in. But there was no going back.

Lining the walls of the hallway were portraits. It only took a moment to remember who each face belonged to. The chef. The butler. The detective… William. A deep chill ran down your spine, joining the heavy emotions resting at the bottom of your stomach.

All of them were there. You remember the butler, crying over that mess in the cellar. The chef, who threatened you every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Abe, your partner in solving the murder. And William. Your murderer. A pink moustache was crudely painted over his portrait, and nothing in your memories could answer why. But you remembered falling over the banister. The way he reached out to grab you. And then waking up… And…

The final portrait at the end of the hall was of Mark, back when everyone was alive. Back when the only worries you had involved poker and drinking. The paint flaked away and fell to the floor, disintegrating into ash.

“It’s… good to see you, old friend.”

That voice…

You turned to its source. A man in a white suit, rimmed with red and blue. His skin was grey. All of him was grey. Yet even through the strange aura surrounding him, you knew. You knew exactly who this was.

“Damien?”

A blue afterimage of himself glitched to the side at the sound of his name. It was gone as soon as it appeared. His lips formed a tight grin. “I don’t go by that name any more.” The strain in his voice, in his entire body, softened as he fully took you in. “It’s been so long, my dear district attorney. I was so worried about you.”

“I don’t go by that name anymore,” you repeated back to him. Your emotions were laid out on your sleeve. Your face contorted with confusion and sadness and longing and betrayal. You were angry, but you wanted to run into his arms. You were so sad, you missed him so much, but you wanted to stand your ground. You took in a shaky breath. “Why didn’t you come back for me?”

“I did,” he stated. “I did come back for you.”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t. You left me in the mirror. You stole my body. You left me there for years, Damien.” He flinched at the name, but said nothing. “You have no idea the hell I went through, waiting for you to come back for me.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” he began. He stepped forward, hand outstretched carefully, as if he carried an olive branch. “Let me free you now from Mark’s silly games. You can stop running around in endless circles, making choices that mean nothing. You can be free from the hell he’s putting you through - be truly free, once and for all.”

You frowned at the poor, naive entity before you. “You have no idea, do you?”

A frown took over his own hopeful expression. “What-”

“There you are!” A voice, energetic and irritated, split the darkness. You didn’t need to turn to feel the man’s presence behind you, glaring daggers over your shoulder at not-Damien who did so right back. “What are you doing here?”

Dark’s entire form tensed up. His hands found their place behind his back. Glitches and afterimages shot out from his body. “I’m here to free them,” he growled.

Mark’s laugh, as cocky as ever but laced with menace, sounded next to your ear. You nearly cringed away from it. “Who do you think you are?” Even his voice was interwoven with incredulity. “They couldn’t go anywhere even if they wanted to.”

You turned and placed a firm hand on Mark’s chest. “Stop.” It was weak, pleading. If anything, he was spurred on more by your weakness.

“Stay out of this, dear attorney” he mocked, “the adults are talking.”

The entity snarled, egged on by Mark’s dismissal. “I’m not going back alone,” he threatened. “I came to take them home, and I fully intend to.”

Another raucous laugh. “Oh, you don’t know?” Cold eyes full of amusement looked down at you, as they always have and always would. You avoided his gaze. Another pair of eyes stared at your back, waiting for answers you wished to avoid giving. “When you abandoned them, I gave them a deal to get them out. You weren’t coming back around any time soon to free them, were you?”

Dark grit his teeth.

“They signed the deal themself,” he sing-songed.

“You’re lying.”

“And now,” he spun you back around to face your old friend, arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you close, “they belong to me.”

“It isn’t true.” Dark eyes met yours, pleading for a different answer, for a different truth. He came back to rescue you; free you from the world Mark trapped you in. But, after all this time, it was still his fault you were here. “What he said-”

“I did,” you cut him off. Your voice was thick. Your eyes burned. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I do.”

Mark’s sickening grin appeared right over your shoulder, his face pressed right next to yours. You visibly flinched, and oh how Dark longed to rip you away from that son of a bitch. But his feet were glued to the spot. His shoes were filled with lead.

“Now,” the actor began, “go back to where you came from.”

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[the-iron-orchid]

Aaaaand I'm back! And everyone will suffer

Today I'm gonna be doing a little housekeeping (why do more followers show up when I'm gone, even after deleting the bots, RIP me) and reblogging some stuff I drafted previously, if I missed anything you posted while I was gone, feel free to drop me a link in my DMs/Discord!

I am dropping my previous render queue and starting over, I was getting pretty burned out and I just need a fresh start. I will be completing the two remaining LI models and the OCs I had previously begun, but at my own pace, and it may take some time. I probably will not be doing any additional OC models that are not my own for the foreseeable future, I need a chance to concentrate on my own stuff for a bit!

[urfaveareinhsquadrants]

AAAAAND WE ARE BACK! or at least I am. "I" being mod chem. I've just queued basically every single request we had excpet for like two bc 1) I couldn't find the characters of one (it's still sitting there) and 2) Moirallegiance is still a kind of romance I'm not putting twins on that. I'll open request in a day or so maybe? remind me if I forget but this was A Lot to do. I plan on not disappearing for a long long time again but for now you have the queue