#accepting applications in dms

[aldertreegroves]

irl crush is ignoring me :-( when i look like this??? unfair

[unfortunategirlkissergaming]

fuuuuuck im hornyyy i neeed to plow the fuck out of a puppygirl and then just stay in when i cum to make sure she doesnt waste it..

gotta wiggle around and push in too just to make sure i stay nice an big to keep her full :3

[soulsxng]

I need dance partners for Pythius, Tarinx, and Jaey, because they’re all in one of their moods. And who am I to deny them some fun?

[paxaz535]

SLOW SIMMER - ONE

dallas!paige x privatechef!azzi

note: literally have been thinking of this idea for the longest time, finally decided to write it out

i promise i’m working on the one shots ! it’s just a lot so i like to pre write but i have like 12 drafts lolll

i’m gonna try and keep it a slow burn but idk… enjoy?

————

when azzi got the notification that paige bueckers’ manager had accepted her application for the private chef position, she froze.

she was in the middle of making dinner—steak marinated for hours, asparagus already sizzling in olive oil—when her phone lit up. she wiped her hands on a towel, glanced at the screen, and blinked once. then twice. and then she let out the softest, most shocked, “no fucking way.”

this was real.

she’d applied on a whim. not because she wasn’t serious, but because it felt out of reach. paige bueckers? that was someone who lived on a whole different planet. but now she was packing half her kitchen, wrapping knives in dish towels, sealing up spice jars, trying not to overthink the fact that she’d soon be living in dallas, texas, cooking daily meals for someone who had millions of eyes on her at all times.

azzi had been cooking since she was ten. it wasn’t optional. her mom—katie—ran the house with tight efficiency, and that meant everybody pulled their weight. azzi’s job started with breakfast duty. toast, eggs, bacon, sometimes pancakes on the weekends. by lunch, she was already experimenting. by dinner, she was her mom’s shadow.

when she turned sixteen, katie stepped back. said, “let’s see what you got.” azzi cooked dinner all by herself—chicken thighs with rosemary garlic potatoes and roasted broccoli with lemon zest. her dad and brothers, notoriously picky, cleared their plates.

katie didn’t cook for the rest of that week.

it was her dad who brought it up later. “you ever think about doing this for real?” he asked, sipping sweet tea. “culinary school. chef classes. the whole thing.”

she hadn’t—not seriously. but after that night, she did.

azzi threw herself into it. courses, internships, pop-ups, local gigs. and when she wasn’t in the kitchen, she was filming. posting online. plating food with perfect lighting. her videos blew up. her dms flooded. eventually, one of those messages came from emma. paige’s manager.

and now she was here. duffel bags on the floor. apartment keys in her hand.

—

paige didn’t think she needed a chef.

she could cook—she really could. she had a solid five meals under her belt and a decent sense of seasoning. but with her schedule, cooking just didn’t happen. everything was go-go-go. workouts in the morning, practice mid-day, meetings, press, photoshoots. by the time she got home, she was barely upright.

takeout became the routine. she’d order it on the drive, pick a show to zone out to, and eat on the couch until sleep dragged her under.

it was simple. easy. but it got old.

“i swear if i have to eat one more grain bowl,” she mumbled, tossing the plastic container into the trash.

emma, always two steps ahead, heard the complaint once and took it seriously.

“why don’t you just get someone to cook for you?”

paige frowned. “like… a maid?”

“no,” emma said, already typing. “a chef. a private one.”

paige made a face. “i don’t know. what if they’re weird about it? like—what if they’re just here to say they were in my kitchen?”

“you think too highly of yourself,” emma teased, then laughed. “kidding. kind of. listen, i’ll find someone who’s good. professional. won’t be all in your business. you’ll come home to good food and quiet.”

paige paused. “…okay. but—no men.”

“say less.”

and that was it. emma handled the rest. she sent over a few names, but azzi’s was the one that stood out. her portfolio was clean, impressive, a little artsy but grounded. her food looked good—comforting but elevated. she didn’t try too hard. she wasn’t trying to be a celebrity chef. she just loved cooking.

emma gave the green light. paige shrugged and said fine.

she didn’t know that decision would shift her whole routine.

-

azzi triple-checked the address to make sure she was at the right place. the last thing she needed was to knock on some stranger’s door with a suitcase in one hand and a heavy utensils bag slung over her shoulder.

once she confirmed it, she stepped out of her car and grabbed her things, pausing only to lock the door behind her. paige’s manager had told her to be there by 11:30 on the dot—no earlier, no later. azzi figured paige must’ve had something to do afterwards, and she didn’t want anyone messing with her schedule.

emma had insisted on a proper and quick introduction. just enough to make sure paige felt comfortable with the person who’d be living in her home for… who even knows how long.

azzi took a breath before heading up the short steps to the front door. she’d never done this before—being someone’s private chef. she’d worked events, done in-home dinners, but this was different. this was daily. personal. close.

she was nervous, yeah, but that made sense. and okay, maybe she was also a little intrigued. not in a full-blown crush way—but she wasn’t blind. paige bueckers was beautiful. and more than that, she was her. a champion. an all-american. number one pick. a household name.

basketball was a big deal in azzi’s house. her brothers were obsessed. her dad watched every march madness game like it was life or death. so yeah—she knew who paige was. she also knew she needed to be on her a-game.

when azzi reached the front door, she knocked three times. not too hard, not too soft. she waited, suitcase at her side, adjusting the strap of her utensil bag while she listened to the sound of approaching footsteps.

a moment later, the door opened.

a woman with sharp brown eyes and a warm smile greeted her. brunette, hair clipped up effortlessly in a claw clip, dressed in a dark purple blouse and sleek black pants.

emma.

she matched azzi’s grin almost instantly—because azzi couldn’t help it. her smile always gave her away. wide, bright, those signature bunny teeth front and center.

“azzi, right?”

“yes, ma’am,” she replied, voice steady but kind. “it’s nice to meet you.”

emma stepped aside, holding the door open. “you’re right on time. come on in.”

azzi immediately stepped inside, her eyes scanning the space as she walked in. the apartment smelled like vanilla, soft and warm, with a hint of coconut. maybe even mint, if you sniffed hard enough. it was clean, minimal but lived-in. the kind of place that made you want to sit on the couch and never leave.

floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one entire wall, sunlight spilling through and pooling onto the hardwood floors. the living room was massive. a huge cream-colored sectional sat in the center, facing a mounted tv with books and candles lining the shelves below. outside the window, dallas glittered in the distance.

everything really was bigger in texas, huh.

but then her eyes landed on the kitchen.

and that was it.

her mouth parted slightly. she stepped forward without realizing. the kitchen was nearly as big as the living room—double oven, island in the center, marble counters, a full rack for spices already installed. built-in fridge. gas stove. space.

real space.

the excitement bubbled in her chest like a slow boil. her fingers twitched at her sides.

emma watched her with a quiet smirk, catching the exact moment azzi’s entire demeanor shifted. it wasn’t dramatic, but she could see it—chefs had a way of lighting up in kitchens. like they could already taste what they’d create.

“she’s all yours,” emma said lightly, her voice soft in the background.

azzi was about to respond, a small smile tugging at her lips, but she froze when she heard a second set of footsteps.

lighter, more casual.

she turned toward the hallway just as paige appeared.

the athlete walked in with a half-full water bottle in one hand and her phone in the other. her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose braid, and she was wearing a gray tee tucked into black nike shorts. her eyes lifted the second she noticed someone new in the room.

azzi blinked.

paige was… taller than she looked on tv. lean but strong, presence filling the space without even trying. her skin had that natural post-shower glow, and her face was bare, soft and open, blinking slowly as she processed who was standing in her apartment.

emma stepped in, gesturing between the two of them. “paige, this is azzi. your new chef.”

azzi stood a little straighter, smile returning instinctively. “hey. it’s really nice to meet you.”

paige’s brows lifted slightly, clearly caught off guard.

but then, after a beat, she nodded. “oh. yeah. hey.”

her voice was low. smooth. still waking up, maybe.

her eyes dropped briefly to the bags at azzi’s feet, then flicked up again—curious, unreadable.

“welcome,” paige said, stepping forward just enough. “hope you don’t mind dogs.”

emma grinned. azzi’s smile widened.

“not at all,” she said. “what’s their name?”

“ace,” paige answered, tone softer this time. “he’ll probably sniff you for ten minutes straight. don’t take it personal.”

“i’ll consider it a warm welcome.”

emma watched them both, quietly satisfied. the air between them wasn’t stiff—not quite—but it held a quiet tension. the kind that could shift into comfort or chaos. too early to tell.

but she had a feeling.

“this is a really nice place,” azzi said as she set her utensil bag down gently on the ledge by the kitchen, fingers brushing over the marble like she was already claiming it.

paige smiled, small and polite. “thank you.”

azzi nodded once, her gaze drifting again to the tall cabinets and deep sink. then silence fell between them. not exactly awkward, but it had weight. like two people stuck between strangers and we’ll-get-there-eventually.

emma glanced at paige with a look. a full conversation packed into a single expression. say something. do something.

paige blinked back at her, confused. it took a second. then her eyes widened. “oh shit. my bad—let me show you your room.”

azzi let out a soft laugh, stepping back toward her bags. “you’re good. lead the way.”

paige nodded and turned, walking down the hallway barefoot, water bottle swinging in her hand. azzi followed, rolling her suitcase behind her, her bag slung across her shoulder. the hallway was long, framed with framed jerseys and a few candid pictures. she caught glimpses of a dog bed, a pile of basketball shoes by a door, a laundry basket tucked against the wall.

they stopped at the second-to-last door.

paige pushed it open, revealing a guest room that didn’t feel like an afterthought. it was clean, cozy. queen bed with gray sheets, a desk near the window, small bookshelf already stacked with random novels and one dog-eared cookbook.

“emma said you’d probably want a space to unwind when you’re not cooking,” paige said, stepping aside so azzi could enter first. “if anything’s missing, just let me know.”

azzi looked around, letting it sink in. it wasn’t flashy, but it was… intentional. thought-out. it felt like she’d be able to breathe here.

“this is perfect,” she said honestly. “thank you.”

paige gave a little nod, then leaned against the doorframe. “cool. you can settle in—no rush. i’ve got a call in like fifteen, so you probably won’t see me again until lunch.”

“got it.”

a pause. paige looked like she wanted to say something else, but instead, she gave a small smile and slipped out.

azzi turned back to the room once the door clicked shut.

okay.

this was real.

she dropped her suitcase by the closet, took a slow breath, and grinned to herself.

first impression? not terrible. maybe even promising.

paige walked back toward the front of the apartment, her steps easy but her mind still spinning a little. she rounded the corner and found emma exactly where she’d left her—leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter, arms crossed, a knowing smile already tugging at her lips.

“so…” emma said, eyes twinkling. “how you liking it so far?”

paige snorted, tossing her water bottle on the counter a little harder than necessary. “it hasn’t even been an hour yet, em.”

emma shrugged, unbothered. “and?”

paige sighed, but her voice softened just a touch. “she seems nice, i guess.”

“you guess?”

“i don’t know,” paige mumbled, dragging a hand through her braid. “she’s quiet. polite. she smiled a lot.”

emma raised a brow. “and that’s a bad thing?”

“no,” paige said quickly. “no. it’s just… weird having someone new in my house. give me like, a week before i form a real opinion.”

emma grinned, grabbing her purse from the barstool. “sure. a week. i’ll check in tomorrow.”

paige rolled her eyes, but there was no bite behind it. “you’re annoying.”

“and yet, i’m always right,” emma sang as she made her way to the door.

paige followed her halfway, leaning against the arm of the couch.

emma pulled the door open but turned back before stepping out. “for real, though… you’ll get used to her. might even like her. she’s got that… calm energy. feels like the opposite of you.”

“thank you for that,” paige deadpanned.

emma just winked. “you’re welcome.”

and with that, she disappeared, the door clicking shut behind her.

paige stood there for a second, letting the quiet settle back in. the place didn’t feel different exactly—but it didn’t feel the same either.

she glanced toward the hallway where azzi’s room was.

calm energy, huh.

we’ll see.

-

azzi started unpacking, slow but methodical. she always liked to settle in right away—it helped the nerves. helped make things feel real.

she slid her suitcase over to the closet and unzipped it, tugging out her neatly folded clothes. basics, mostly. tees, sweats, leggings, a few button-downs she wore for dinners or when she felt like pretending she had it all together. she started stacking them in the dresser drawers, one by one.

the closet was roomy. one side already had empty hangers waiting, which made her smile a little. she hung a few nicer pieces up, kicking her suitcase off to the side once it was empty.

she opened her utensils bag next, double-checking that nothing had shifted out of place during the flight. her knives were still in their protective rolls, each one labeled. wooden spoons, metal tongs, a small blowtorch. she had her own apron too—black with her name stitched in cursive near the chest. cheesy, but hers.

it was technically her room now. her space. she could do whatever she wanted with it. that fact settled into her slowly.

she opened the small bookshelf near the window and slid in a few of her own cookbooks—well-used, dog-eared, some with splashes of oil or sauce still dried on the pages. she kept one in her hands a second longer: flavors from home. it was her mom’s favorite. she set it in the middle.

once everything was in place, she flopped back onto the bed, arms stretched out, eyes on the ceiling.

the apartment was quiet. like the calm before something.

this was her job now. her home too.

she let the quiet settle before pushing herself up, already itching to check out the kitchen again.

her phone dinged, screen lighting up with the familiar chaos of the family group chat. she smiled before she even read it, already knowing someone was about to say something ridiculous.

mom

you made it there yet?

azzi

yes, just settled into the room she gave me

the apartment’s nice

jon

you have to take a picture with her and send it

azzi

lol not right now jon

jose

i’m happy for you sis

although i will need an autograph sooner or later

azzi

🤦🏾‍♀️

dad

good luck cooking for an athlete

you know they eat 2x as much

azzi

wait

you’re not an athlete though..

jon

ooo burn

katie

😂

tim

watch it fudd

azzi

☺️

katie

alright sweetie

be safe

try not to poison her on your first day

azzi

hahah

no promises

she let the phone fall back on the bed beside her, grin still on her face. god, she loved them.

pulling her apron from her bag, she looped it around her neck and tied it behind her back like it was second nature. she grabbed her utensil bag next, zipped it up, and slung it over her shoulder.

then, with a quiet breath and the smallest pep in her step, she left the bedroom and made her way back down the hall.

azzi strolled into the kitchen, this time without hesitation.

this was her domain now.

and lunch wasn’t going to cook itself.

the moment azzi stepped into the kitchen, everything else faded out.

the sun was still pouring in through the massive windows, casting gold over the countertops. the space was clean, untouched, like it had been waiting for her. she set her bag down gently on the island and unzipped it, pulling out her knives and lining them up like soldiers. each blade had its place. her hands moved without thought—grabbing a cutting board, washing her hands, tucking her apron tighter.

she opened the fridge and gave a soft, approving hum. it was stocked well. fresh greens, fruit, eggs, chicken, salmon, almond milk, protein powders, and of course—a drawer full of random condiments athletes swore by.

she scanned the shelves, then pulled out what she needed.

lemon. garlic. rosemary. chicken thighs.

her mind was already spinning a recipe together. something clean but flavorful. comforting, but not heavy. her go-to lemon rosemary garlic chicken over a warm quinoa salad with roasted veggies sounded like the perfect first meal.

she started with the marinade, squeezing lemon juice into a bowl, adding garlic paste, fresh chopped rosemary, a drizzle of honey, salt, and pepper. she dipped a spoon in, tasted it, nodded. good.

she tossed the chicken in the bowl, coating each piece with her hands, then set it to rest.

next: quinoa.

she rinsed it thoroughly, then got it simmering on the stove in low-sodium veggie broth—extra flavor, no extra effort. while that cooked, she chopped up bell peppers, zucchini, and red onion. her knife moved fast, a smooth rhythm against the board. she laid them out on a tray, drizzled with olive oil, hit them with sea salt, cracked pepper, a pinch of paprika, and tossed them in the oven.

by the time the chicken hit the pan, the kitchen already smelled like home. savory, citrusy, rich.

azzi didn’t realize she was smiling until she glanced at her reflection in the oven door.

she loved this.

being here. doing this.

a job that didn’t feel like one.

paige walked out of her room, barefoot, hair now down and out of the braid, no water bottle this time. just her phone.

she wasn’t thinking much—call had ended early, her brain was foggy, and all she really wanted was to lie on the couch and maybe scroll aimlessly for a while. but halfway through the hallway, she stopped.

her nose twitched.

the smell hit her all at once—warm, garlicky, a little sweet, a little sharp. something roasted. something sizzling. she blinked, her stomach reacting before her brain could even place it.

when she turned the corner into the kitchen, she froze.

azzi was standing at the stove, stirring something in a pot with one hand, flipping chicken in a cast iron pan with the other. the oven was glowing behind her, and the whole kitchen looked alive now—vibrant, full, used.

paige leaned against the counter quietly. watched for a second longer than she meant to.

“i didn’t know the kitchen could smell like this,” she muttered, half to herself.

azzi turned her head slightly, smile creeping in. “yeah? good surprise or bad?”

“very good,” paige said, and her voice came out softer than she intended.

azzi went back to her chicken. “hope you’re hungry.”

“i wasn’t five minutes ago, but now i think i might eat the pan too.”

azzi laughed, short and warm. “please don’t.”

paige watched her a beat longer. the way she moved—calm, confident, completely in her element. like this was already her kitchen. like she belonged here.

it was… weirdly kind of hot.

paige cleared her throat and stood up straighter. “need help with anything?”

azzi looked over her shoulder, eyes amused. “you offering out of kindness or guilt?”

“guilt,” paige admitted.

“honest. i like that,” azzi said, flipping the last piece of chicken and turning off the heat.

paige leaned against the counter again, eyes following her. “so… what is this?”

“lemon rosemary chicken. quinoa salad with roasted veggies. easy first day lunch.”

paige blinked. “that’s easy to you?”

azzi shrugged. “yeah.”

paige whistled low. “i’ve been living like a peasant.”

azzi smirked. “not anymore.”

paige grabbed two plates without being asked, sliding them onto the island as azzi finished plating the food.

everything looked… perfect. golden seared chicken, still steaming, nestled next to fluffy quinoa mixed with bright roasted veggies—orange, green, red. there was a light drizzle of some kind of sauce on top, too, glossy and rich-looking.

“damn,” paige muttered, genuinely impressed. “i feel like i should tip you.”

azzi laughed under her breath. “not on the first day, please. i might start expecting it.”

they sat down across from each other at the bar, stools pulled in. paige didn’t wait—she grabbed her fork and took a bite of chicken first. her eyes widened just slightly. “oh shit.”

azzi raised a brow, already chewing. “good?”

paige swallowed, then pointed her fork at her. “so good. i feel like i owe you a bonus already.”

azzi gave a small, modest shrug. “i’ll let emma know.”

they ate in a comfortable kind of silence after that. no small talk. just silverware clinking, drinks being sipped, the occasional low hum of appreciation.

paige leaned back eventually, fork still in hand, plate nearly clean.

“i’m not even exaggerating—i think i might cry,” she said, hand on her chest. “this actually healed something in me.”

azzi smiled, cheeks a little pink. “then i did my job.”

“nah,” paige said, “you bodied your job.”

azzi shook her head, amused. “you’re dramatic.”

“you’ll get used to it.”

azzi leaned her elbows on the counter, her tone light. “so what now? nap? practice?”

“practice,” paige groaned. “which sucks because now i’m full and happy and don’t want to move.”

“want me to make you something for post-practice?”

paige tilted her head. “you do that too?”

“that’s kind of the job, isn’t it?”

paige didn’t say anything right away. just looked at her. really looked.

then nodded, slow and certain. “you’re gonna fit in here just fine, fudd.”

azzi smiled, biting back the way that nickname made her stomach flip.

“we’ll see.”

-

when paige arrived at practice, she barely made it through the doors before two voices hit her from opposite ends of the gym.

“you’re smiling way too much,” dijonai said, hands on her hips, eyebrows lifted.

“she’s glowing,” arike added, tossing a ball up and catching it lazily. “who made you breakfast this morning?”

paige tried to play it cool, adjusting her hoodie and pulling the sleeves up past her elbows. “y’all act like i don’t smile.”

“you don’t,” dijonai shot back. “not like this.”

“mhm,” arike agreed, walking over. “you got that i just ate real good and had someone clean the dishes for me energy. go ahead. spill.”

paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the grin tugging at her mouth. “emma got me a private chef.”

dijonai’s jaw dropped. “what?”

“you got it like that now?” arike laughed.

“no—it’s not like that. i was tired of eating frozen meals and chipotle bowls every night. i just—i don’t have time to cook.”

“so you hired someone to live with you?” dijonai asked, now fully invested.

“not hired. emma hired. i just agreed,” paige clarified, then shrugged. “but yeah. she moved in this morning.”

arike raised a brow. “and you’re already smiling like that? what’s her name?”

paige hesitated, then looked down at her shoes for a split second. “…azzi.”

“azzi,” dijonai repeated, dragging out the name like she was trying to taste it. “that sounds like a problem.”

“a pretty problem,” arike added under her breath.

“she’s just a chef,” paige said, defensive but not convincing. “she made lemon rosemary chicken for lunch. and like. quinoa. and roasted veggies. it was insane.”

“mmhmm,” dijonai said, smirking. “and did she cook, or cook cook?”

“what does that even mean—”

“it means you’re not just full, you’re fed. spiritually.”

paige tried to fight the grin again but failed. “okay. maybe.”

arike bumped her shoulder. “you’re in trouble.”

“i’m not,” paige insisted, then sighed, grabbing a ball off the rack. “she’s cool. it’s chill.”

“sure,” dijonai said. “until one day she’s making you post-practice pasta and you’re in love.”

paige just laughed before shaking her head. “i just met her. who knows, she could be a serial killer.”

dijonai raised a brow. “a serial killer who sautés?”

“those are the most dangerous ones,” arike added, dribbling in place now. “you think everything’s fine, next thing you know you’re dead in a house that smells like fresh-baked focaccia.”

paige laughed, hand on her chest. “y’all are actually insane.”

“we’re just saying,” dijonai said, walking backwards toward the baseline. “if she can cook like that and she’s cute—”

“who said she was cute?” paige cut in, too quickly.

both arike and dijonai stopped in their tracks, turning slowly.

“nobody,” arike said, grinning. “you just did.”

paige blinked, lips parting slightly before she scoffed. “whatever. focus on practice, please.”

“you focus on keeping your heart intact,” dijonai teased, then jogged off toward the rest of the team.

paige stood there for a second longer, spinning the ball in her hands.

“not happening,” she mumbled to herself, but even she didn’t believe it.

-

azzi had her hair tied back, an apron snug around her waist, sleeves pushed up. she was in her element—music playing low on her phone, knife tapping rhythmically against the cutting board as she chopped fresh herbs. garlic and shallots were already sizzling on the stove, their aroma filling the space.

the kitchen was warm, sun dipping lower outside the massive windows. she didn’t mind the quiet—she liked this kind of solitude, where she could move how she wanted, experiment a little, taste as she went.

this time it was a creamy tomato-based pasta, something rich but not too heavy. she’d roasted cherry tomatoes earlier, slow and low with olive oil, then blended them into the sauce with basil and a hint of red pepper.

for protein, she marinated some grilled shrimp in citrus and honey—it was cooling now, ready to be reheated just before paige walked in.

azzi looked at the clock: 5:18 p.m.

emma had mentioned paige’s practices usually ended around 5:30, which meant she’d be back soon.

as she stirred the sauce, her phone lit up from where it sat on the counter.

emma

hey, just checking in. everything good so far?

azzi

all good. just cooking dinner now.

she paused before sending another one.

azzi

do you know if she has any allergies or food sensitivities? just to be safe.

emma replied almost instantly.

emma

no allergies. she hates mushrooms though lol

azzi

noted. no mushrooms in this kitchen.

azzi smiled a little to herself, sliding the pasta into a large ceramic bowl.

she wiped her hands on a towel, then leaned back against the counter, letting the music play.

if paige walked in now, dinner would already be ready.

and maybe—maybe that would say enough on its own.

azzi had a feeling she was gonna enjoy being here.

so why did she also feel like it was going to be a problem too?

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ARTISTS WANTED! 

We’re making a super gay super inclusive TAROT DECK!!! We want every card to be in a fantasy world and featuring at least one LGBT person. We’re looking for up to 78 artists, potentially one artist per card, but we may choose to have some artists do up to 2 cards. 

Applications open October 10th at 1pm Eastern time and will remain open until October 13th at noon eastern OR we reach an application cap of 1000 entries.

Apps will be open for 24 hours minimum.

The application will NOT be available until that date - we will post it here, instagram (nova_mali), bluesky, and tumblr (novaandmali). Please be sure to set an alarm and get your application in ASAP - we will not be able to take any applications through email, dms, or after they close.

A tentative schedule:

Results emailed to EVERYONE on October 15th.

Sketch due Nov 31

Finals due Jan 15

Kickstarter running Jan 1-31

We are looking for up to 78 artists (who MUST be 18+ years old by October 15th) to join us to create a piece of digital art and/or merch. Traditional art is also accepted if scanned or photographed at a professional level.

We're looking specifically to increase the diversity of our artists, both in regards to race and gender - we want to be including all kinds of voices. Same thing with our art - we're looking to increase the variety of cultures, body types, and disabilities represented.

This is a PAID job. We’ve paid in the range of 200-300 for similar projects in the past, based on a set contract amount plus anything left over after production and shipping, split between everyone. Example: $150 in the contract and $100 extra per artist share. The additional amount will depend on how successful the Kickstarter campaign is.

Your app will ask you what you’re thinking about creating. This is not a final answer but we want to know what vibe, what era, etc what you’re thinking about. You’ll get the option to pick 2 suits you’re interested in working in, and 1-2 cards you very much do not want to illustrate.

The application will include things like: a link to your portfolio (instagram and twitter are NOT accepted as a portfolio) and if you are interested in designing any merch as well.

We also ask for a short artist bio: think twitter style - short and sweet. Please don’t talk down about yourself or your skills - talk yourself up! Make me excited to see your art!!

Reminder about our applications: PLEASE do not submit porn or gore in your highlight art. Blood and nudity are ok, porn and gore please no.

Hopefully it goes without saying but we do not accept NFT art or AI generated art.

About us: we’re two non-binary lesbians who really love cats and gay art. We’ve enjoyed our work as a queer publishing house and can’t wait to do more! We’ve completed 9 projects including tarot cards and books! Some of our previous works include classics but make it gay, And They Were Monsters, and Cover Me Queer.

Check out our work at www.novaandmali.com . 

[aldertreegroves]

who wants to sit n listen to me read judith butler to them 👉🏻👈🏻

[decorum-aeonium]

CALLING ALL OC-ONLY RP ENJOYERS

hello! me and my friends are trying to restart our rp server, Flluaguan University! i'll pitch it here, please dm me or send an ask if you're interested!

Flluaguan takes place in a modern fantasy college, with an entirely original world, and a unique magic system.

Join us please plase please we have things such as

super duper active mod team we are in vc daily. literally. we will help you we love hearing about ocs

a versatile magic system! elemental based with combination magics to get different results.

incredibly extensive lore! it's a whole world with differing geography, countries, languages, etc. please read our lore!!! we put work into it!!!!

semi-lit to lit!! (please)

plenty of fantasy species to choose from, and accepting applications for more species!

ongoing plot HOWEVER character related plots are also allowed and highly highly encouraged! you are allowed up to 10 character slots!!! we have a side plot open to get involved with too!

18+!!!! no one 17 or under please!!!!!!!!!

please please please please please please please

[phuiscribbles]

Looking for cleanup and rough animators for our up-and-coming indie adventure! If interested, apply by using the link below. Please do not comment/DM/email to apply as we're accepting google application only. Thank you for your time! Deadline: 15th March 2025 💨Application form: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...

[xmenzine4charity]

Contributor Applications Are Open!!

The Link to Sign up is HERE Please feel free to sign up, or even just take a look at what we are hoping for! If you wish to contribute for multiple things, just submit multiple applications! Also, please feel free to reblog and share the zine! We would love to spread the word more thoroughly than simply having us reblog and become annoying hahaa!

To give a brief overview of what we are looking for -

We are looking for writers who are able to write a one-shot with a Word Min / Max of 1.5k to 3.5k in a three month time span. Any questions for writing, feel free to send our way; either through an ask, a dm, or on the application!

We are looking for Artists who are willing and or able to create a piece fitting an A5 paper (image attached for reference below), and needs to be CMYK and 300 DPI minimum.

2 page comics are allowed, though we will not be accepting many, one page comics are completely okay and we don't have a limit, as all artists are having one page.

We are also looking for any artists who would like to create art for physical and / or digital Merch! Details on *that* will be discussed with anyone who applies and is accepted, as there is an array of options that are available

* editing this in

@zine-scene @zinesubmissions @zineapps @all-zine-apps @open-zines @zinefeed 💜❤️💚

[choicesapril2025]

Welcome to Choices April Challenge 2025

This time of year is symbolic of second chances, emotional growth, unexpected reunions, and reflection on what should have happened. This month's challenge invites you to explore renewal in all its forms—emotional, romantic, personal, or fantastical—through the lens of your favorite Choices characters and books.

Prompts:

After the Storm. A character returns home after everything has changed.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

A reunion or relationship no one saw coming.

Spring Cleaning. A character finds something that sparks memories.

What If… They Never Broke Apart?

Your OTP finds their way back to each other.

The Letter They Never Sent or a secret confession that changes everything.

“I’m not who I used to be.”

New Hair, New Me: A small change symbolizes something bigger.

Set your fic during springtime, where nature mirrors emotion.

Forgiveness Isn’t Easy. Two characters try to rebuild trust.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Soft moments or a quiet, gentle renewal amid chaos.

New Beginnings, Old Feelings: Reuniting after years apart.

What Could Have Been: A character gets a glimpse of another path.

Learning to hope again. A character reopens their heart.

A Rebirth Arc – Physical, emotional, or magical transformation.

“You remind me of who I used to be.”

The start of something unspoken or a slow burn that finally catches fire.

One Last Chance. Whatever your MC or OC does next… changes everything.

Submission Guidelines:

Fanworks from all Choices books/series (and Pixelberry) universe are accepted.

You may submit any form of fanwork: fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, moodboards, edits, text fics, fan videos, playlists, etc.

Mention @choicesapril2025 in your post. Feel free to also tag my main @liaromancewriter.

Specify the prompt(s) used in the header, as well as book/series, characters/pairings; rating and genre/category if applicable.

All fanworks must be new, and anything posted before April won’t be accepted.

Late submissions will be accepted until May 3rd.

Prompt Use:

You can participate as many times as you can/want, including multiple submissions for the same prompt.

Use the prompts whenever you like and however you like. It’s not about a specific word but rather the creativity it inspires.

Feel free to mix and match/use prompts in the same fanwork; include this info in your header for reference.

Warnings and Labels:

If your work has mature or NSFW content, please label it as such and use appropriate warnings.

Please add a ‘read more’ page break to avoid long posts and hide sensitive content below the line. This prevents exposing other fans to triggering/disturbing or mature content.

Reblogs and Masterlists:

If I don’t reblog your work within 48 hours after it’s posted, send me a DM or submit an ask with the link to the post.

There will be one weekly masterlist categorized by book/series (depending on event participation).

If you have any questions, please let me know.

I look forward to seeing and sharing your wonderful creations. Good luck!

Tags: @choicesmonthlychallenge @choicesficwriterscreations

Signal boosts are appreciated!

[skimmeh]

APPLICATIONS OPEN FOR WRITERS AND OTHERS TO HELP RUN THE STARTEATER AU!!!

DM me if you want the form to apply!!!

Special thanks to @shirahoshiumi @bucket-of-cheese @kairamuwu @bennyboybenniest for the art in this post!!!!

We mostly need writers right now!

But honestly even if you want to help just a lil, or just chill you can apply

And also if you do apply, know there is no obligation for you to even do anything if you don't want to, this is a passion project for free online!

Know your worth!

Also also if you don't get accepted, know that we at this point only have the time and resources to manage a smaller team, so it's nothing against you!

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[halazia-cb]

Disclaimer:

This account is solely for entertainment purposes only. It does not represent any members of Ateez or their company

How to Activate:

Please read Rules and Admin first

Send a DM with your name, age, pronouns, trigger/limits, muse, plot and safe word.

For anon, please include the following:

An emoji, pronouns, age, name (if applicable), muse and safe word

Please check Anon List of availability

RP will begin after a few questions

Choose A Member:

Please check availability below (ex: 2/2 is two spots available)

Park Seonghws (2/2)

Kim Hongjoong (1/2)

Jeong Yunho (2/2)

Kang Yeosang (2/2)

Choi San (1/2)

Song Mingi (1/2)

Jung Wooyoung (2/2)

Choi Jongho (2/2)

Packages:

Package 1: Mysterious Man AU

You are sitting at a bar, trying to forget your long day. Despite your constant refusal, the man at the bar won’t take a hint to leave you alone.

“Would you stop,” you said, pushing the stranger’s hand off your knee.

Your eyes scan the crowded room before locking with a handsome man sitting with friends around a table. The man offered an apologetic smile. You drop your eyes and gather your things, preparing to leave.

The obnoxious man grabs your arm. Before you can spin and reject the stranger again, he is pulled away by the handsome man from across the bar. The stranger’s head is slammed into the bar with a sickening crack.

“Hi, join me for a drink?” The man asked you with a smile.

Package 2 : Royalty AU

Your family was invited to the kingdom of Halazia to arrange the marriage between you and the son of the King and Queen.

You and and the prince have never met until today. Your parents are in a room making arrangements for the marriage while you have been accompanied to the large castle garden by some maids who were serving tea.

He had until now avoided meeting you because he was against the marriage

“I can't avoid them if they live in the castle... damn..." he whispers under his breath, then heads out into the garden to approach you.

He takes a deep breath expecting the typical spoiled brat who can't wait to become royalty, snobbish and stupid.

Package 3: Nightclub AU

You are a worker at a popular spicy club and happen to be his favorite worker.

One night you were attacked and called into work so no one would see your bruises.

He arrives at the club and rejects any worker trying to “entertain” him, asking where you were. When he heard you were sick, he left and found a restaurant in the middle of the night to buy you soup. You beg him not to because you don’t want to be seen like that.

He refuses to leave until you at least accept to soup to know you are ok.

Package 4: Medieval AU

You are a noble in the big and flourishing Halazia empire. You have been living with your family peacefully until one day when you attending a ball held by the royal family, you happened to caught the fancy of the Prince, who is known for his selfishness across the country. He had attempted to ask for your hand in marriage, in which you politely rejected him every single time.

Feeling humiliated by your rejections, the Prince took revenge on you by telling his father, the Emperor, to marry you off to the notorious Grand General, who is staying at the North Wall currently.

The Prince thought that your life will become miserable by being married to a man knows for his cruelty and who is basically living in a cold and unforgiving area of the border.

Package 5: Boxer AU

You are at home, flipping through tv channels, only to see him, your ex, on the sports channel.

He had just won a championship match, holding the championship belt proudly as the camera panned around, you see his back, it is still covered in tattoos, but you see a new one, one he didn’t have when you were dating . It was your first name with his last name tattooed in pretty writing. You approach to the TV screen, making sure, and it is really your name.

A few hours later, your phone rings with a familiar number, a number you typically ignore.

Package 6: Celebrity AU

You entered the office, looking around awkwardly. It was your first interview with such a big celebrity of Korea. All you knew was that you would be paid a lot for this interview. She was nervous and awkwardly straightening her hair, sitting in a chair and waiting for him to appear.

When he entered the office, the air suddenly became heavy despite the friendly expression on his face. You were sure that you blushed.

"Your first interview, huh?" he smiled slyly, offering his hand.

Package 7: Bad Boy AU

The two of you have been dating for a few months now, and you've always acted like a typical shy person. Your cute red cheeks, eyes downcast and fingers intertwined in an awkward lock.

It was incredibly endearing to him, and he thought he'd found the perfect quiet one for him… but now, as he lay on the bed with his hands tied to the headboard, he wondered if his judgment was correct…

This option is mainly nsfw. Anything goes

Package 8:

Build your own

How to Deactivate:

Say "This was a mistake" + [safe word] 

Your chat will be deleted after confirmation

Restarting a new chat will depend on availability

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HORRORTVFILMSOURCE is currently accepting new member & affiliate applications! if you love horror and making gifs, then come join us! new and seasoned gif makers are welcome, but you must be over the age of 18! members are asked to follow the current tagging system and to post at least once every other month. please make sure you're able to receive DM's from non-mutuals so you can get the invite links! affiliates don't need to be horror related.

if you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to us!

APPLY HERE

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

Fund Michelle's Hands-On Archival Studies in UK

Hello Everyone! I got accepted into a MA (Master of Arts) degree at The University of Manchester for Library and Archive Studies. This program starts in September so I created a fundraiser to help me fund the student visa process & accommodation (housing).

Click here for the link to my Go Fund Me page to read more & of course, to donate/share.

Please reblog/signal boost this post.

I appreciate you. Thank you for helping make my dream of living/working/studying abroad come true<3

I am currently raising funds for my student visa application which I am estimating at $1500 usd

(application + nhs surcharge for the yr + conversion rate from usd to gbp)

(conversion rates to gbp fluctuates & unfortunately a google search at any time is a little unreliable if the school charges at 1.4 and not the current rate it’s confusing to estimate 😂😅 bc my housing deposit & CAS statement have been a bit more than anticipated)

Additionally, here are links to donate to me directly if you do not want to go through Go Fund Me:

VENMO

PAYPAL

CASHAPP

Also, if you have any ideas/tips on how to share my fundraiser etc., master's degree abroad funding ideas/tips, or anything else related to living/working/studying abroad, feel free to DM me :)

Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

May your generosity return to you tenfold✨

thanks everyone for your support (reblogs, donations, good wishes, etc. ❤️)