#and as much as that’s nice y’all like my blog enough

[fcb-mv33]

just saw 2 anons on 2 diff blogs copy pasting the same msg calling u a hypocrite for hating on pierre but also talking abt the hate that max gets.

sending u 2 let u kno theyre trying to beat yr ass and im in yr corner. love u bae

Lmao honestly thank you but I genuinely am getting a good laugh off them. It’s their blog so they are free to do what they want and my mutuals have shown me what they’ve been posting and I just giggle😂😂😭. I’ve deleted all the anons that have come from those blogs so I’m just chilling with my blog and I’m not going to change the way I post.

[jelly-boi]

honestly bless she ra fans, i still get quite a bit of interaction on my entrapdak stuff even though the show ended 3 years ago ❤️

[sharkieboi]

want to start posting my art again here on tumblr cause i need to share my dnd blorbo stuff and i was like “maybe i’ll use my old art blog wouldn’t that be a great archive of my really old art too!” so i went to check it out and I know we have to let go of cringe to be free but i will absolutely not be posting my art to that account and letting people associate my old stuff with any of my new stuff 😬

[nxuvillette]

“THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING”

LOSING YOUR VIRGINITY W/ TR MEN

synopsis: your first time is supposed to be special and with the right person. luckily, you have an amazing boyfriend who is willing to make that dream come true.

❥- including : manjiro (mikey) sano, ken (draken) ryuguji, baji keisuke, hanma shuji

❥- note : first tr post 👍🏻 i’m kinda nervous because these were a little longer than my last post but i hope y’all enjoy <3. reblogs are appreciated!!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, virgin!reader, established relationship, virginity loss, praising, oral sex [f!receiving] (mikey , baji), fingering (draken , baji , hanma), finger sucking (baji), slight breeding kink (hanma), creampie (draken , hanma) use of pet names (baby , princess , babydoll , doll) multiple orgasms.

♡ MANJIRO (MIKEY) SANO

you and your boyfriend mikey had been together for a little while. he was nothing but kind to you, and you honestly trusted him more than anybody else that you knew. he was everything.

intimacy had never really crossed his mind before. sure, he knew sex was important, but it wasn’t something he necessarily saw as a necessity in your relationship. not to mention, you were a virgin. you knew things about sex and such, but you never acted upon those desires you had inside your head. mikey was also patient. he never really saw sex as something that had to be rushed. 

eventually, you reached that point after your one year anniversary that you were ready to lose it to him.

mikey honestly couldn’t believe that he did so little to you, yet you were a dripping mess when he took your panties off. he believed if you weren’t a virgin he wouldn’t even need to do foreplay to make you feel good, but he wanted to make sure you were prepped and you got to experience a great first time with him. 

his favorite part was watching you squirm and tremble as his tongue dove into your sopping pussy. you hadn’t experienced such a feeling before and it was so thrilling. his tongue dragged along your slit and you almost came from him just eating you out. mikey couldn’t get enough of how delicious you tasted. he was in disbelief that someone as good as you was hiding like this for so long. it took everything in him to not keep eating you out. 

when mikey finally entered you, you were both in complete heaven. 

mikey was fairly long and his size made you gasp. he was reaching spots that made your mind feel dizzy. with all of the prep he did it also didn’t feel as bad as you thought it would have. he couldn’t believe you felt that amazing. your pussy was hugging his cock so nicely he thought he’d never be able to actually leave it. it was so warm and perfect. 

once you gave him the go ahead to start moving, he made you feel like you were on some type of drug. the feelings you were having were so euphoric. you craved more. you knew he was being gentle on purpose, but you were beyond wanting that soft and delicate sex. 

“m-more, mikey! i need more.. please..” you begged, gripping onto his forearms to show how desperate you were for more of him.

hearing those words snapped something inside mikey, and he ended up quickening his thrusts into you. the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot, making you see white stars in your vision and your body to completely ignite. “fuck.. don’t you worry, baby, i’ll give you all you’ll ever need..” he looked into your eyes, making you feel somewhat flustered at his words. 

you were so close to reaching your high. you were practically clawing at mikey’s back and letting out the most lewd noises every time he rutted into you. this was the first time you had ever felt something so intense in your life. not even your own hand could make you cum that hard. it was like that white hot pleasure in your gut was finally unleashed and it was making you go crazy. mikey had also cum, too. he was in utter shock at how much he released onto your stomach, but he was more than satisfied with the results. 

he pecked your lips, a smile writing itself on his features. “you were so great.. i’m so proud of you.”

♡ KEN (DRAKEN) RYUGUJI

dating toman’s number two was definitely one of the best decisions you had made in your entire life. draken was a better man than your own father and he did everything right in your relationship. he was practically someone who had zero flaws.

there were a few times you and draken had gotten close to actually having sex. sometimes you’d come over to his place and end up with his hands down your pants, but it never escalated to you both carrying out such an act with one another. draken was well aware that you were a virgin and he didn’t really have an issue with that. he wanted to be the one to make you feel good and he didn’t care how much time it took. unlike some men, he had genuine patience.

you and draken had been in his room that night it happened. you were both watching a movie when his hands began to wander around your body, squeezing and massaging your skin to make you feel aroused. it didn’t take long for you to end up on top of your boyfriend with your crotch pressing right up against his aching bulge. 

when you paused in your actions, you whispered to draken that you were ready to finally take that step with him. he was honestly a little surprised to hear such a thing, but he wasted no time pressing your body onto the mattress and going down on you. he almost came on the spot when he came face to face with your weeping pussy. he knew with his size that you’d need the prep, so he took his time with you. 

draken used two of his thick fingers to push into your cunt. he was astonished at how tightly your walls surrounded his digits. he loved hearing you call out his name each time he pumped himself into you. you were such an angel. 

once he had made you cum twice, he knew you were ready. 

you were honestly kind of nervous. draken was the biggest you had ever seen. when he pushed his cock inside you, there was this sharp inhale that escaped your lips. he was so thick. the girth was stretching you out to almost your limit and you practically held onto him for dear life as he bottomed out into you. you didn’t think he’d be able to make it fit, but he did. he could tell you had some discomfort, so he peppered a few kisses onto your face and whispered sweet nothings to ease you. all he wanted was for you to be comfortable. 

you gave him the nod of approval to start moving and you honestly thought he was going to split you in half. his cock was so big. you felt that vein dragging along your walls as he thrusted and it sent you into pure bliss. you could hardly contain the cries of pleasure that spilled from your throat. “d-draken! shit.. ‘feels so good!” you looked at him with hazy eyes while he fucked you so effortlessly.

your voice was like music to his ears. draken’s dick twitched when he heard how his name slipped off your lips. “yeah? you like that, princess? you’re so fuckin’ tight.. i can’t get enough of this pussy..” he grunted. 

that knot inside your belly has finally snapped when those words processed through your foggy brain. draken groaned hard when your cunt clamped around his cock, milking him of what was left in his balls. he couldn’t hide his smirk when he realized he had filled you up with his cum. you seemed to enjoy it too, judging by the moan you let out when you felt him covering your walls with white. 

he leaned towards your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. it sent shivers down your spine at the action. “round two..?” he asked, seductively.

♡ BAJI KEISUKE

sexual intimacy was never something that was a necessity in your relationship with baji. the two of you often focused on more romantic things than the physical aspects of a relationship, but that didn’t mean that you two never craved those inappropriate desires. 

baji knew from day one that you were a virgin. he accidentally asked that “are you a virgin?” question when you both went on a date and almost slapped himself when he realized he came from his mouth. you thought it was kind of funny and you ended up revealing to him that you were a virgin. he didn’t mind at all, and he assured you that he’d never put you in a position where you felt forced to have sex with him. he said sex came naturally and when you were ready to do it with another person.

you and baji went on a nice ride on his bike that night. there was a gorgeous sunset that you both watched and he took you home, expecting you to go into your apartment and not look back. however, he was quite shocked when you tugged his arm to come with you. this hadn’t happened before, so it took him off guard. nonetheless, he followed you up to your apartment and went inside with you. 

after you both shrugged off your jackets, you both ended up in your bedroom and baji was the one on top of you. the two of you hadn’t expected it to become so heated that quickly, but you were too far lost in your bliss to even think about stopping. he paused when he realized you were tugging at his belt buckle. he questioned if you wanted to do it and you nodded eagerly. you told him you were sure that you wanted to proceed and he wasted no time diving into you.

baji thought your body was so gorgeous. he couldn’t stop kissing at your skin and sucking to leave marks on it. when he reached your cunt, his mouth practically watered at the sight of it. it was so puffy and cute that he couldn’t help but have a taste. his tongue swiped over your sensitive bead, causing your thighs to trap his head. he was so talented with his tongue and his fingers that you swore you could cum from just him eating you out. 

once his chin and lips were completely covered in your arousal, he decided to finally pull out his cock that was aching so painfully. 

as soon as baji entered you, your eyes rolled backwards into your skull. the pleasure already felt so amazing that you were already feeling needy for your boyfriend. baji had a pretty impressive size, so taking it was a bit painful at first. he was, however, very good at talking you through that sting. he kissed your lips and whispered how beautiful you were, and he praised you for taking him so well despite the stretch of his cock. 

once he started moving, you wrapped your arms around his neck so you could bring him closer to you. baji thought your pussy hugged him perfectly like you were made for him to make love with. you were so gorgeous. he could hardly keep his eyes off of you. “f-fuck me, baby, you’re so beautiful.. bein’ such a good girl for me..” he pressed his thumb against your pretty lips, in which you sucked on it obediently.

you whined as baji adjusted his angle. his cock was now repeatedly hitting your g-spot which sent waves of pleasure to crash over your body. he was taking such care of your body that you didn’t think you’d ever need to fuck anyone else but him. “baji! oh, god, baji!” your nails dug crescents into his skin as he fucked you.

you threw your head back as your orgasm snapped through you. your pussy creamed around baji, earning several grunts from him. he pulled out the moment he felt his high hurdling towards him. sticky white cum covered your stomach, making a mess on your skin. 

baji kissed your cheek, a smile appearing on his face. “you were perfect.. let’s wash up and cuddle after, yeah?” he nodded, in which you agreed.

♡ HANMA SHUJI

dating someone like hanma shuji meant you had to deal with his sarcasm and also his flirty nature at the same time. however, he treated you like a princess regardless of those random snarky moments he had. he did anything for you and you couldn’t be happier with any other man. 

hanma almost didn’t believe you when you told him you were a virgin. it wasn’t like he thought you were lying for some other reason, but most people your age weren’t virgins. he didn’t see it as a problem, though. hanma thought it would be cute to someday take your virginity. he craved that physical intimacy more than you anticipated, but he was patient with you when it came to the matter. he would wait as long as you wanted, even if there was a side of him that desired to fuck your brains out on a daily basis.

he took you out earlier in the day for some shopping. you were used to being spoiled by him at times, so it wasn’t unusual. he knew the routine fairly well but he was kind of surprised when you both got home and you were being more touchy with him than usual. you brushed yourself over his crotch a few times and kissed him a little longer than normal. he wondered what you wanted, because he couldn’t handle teasing whatsoever.

he was taken back when you told him you wanted to have sex with him. he thought it was a joke, but he knew you were serious when you gave him that look. he didn’t waste another second dragging you into the bedroom and pouncing on you like he was a wild animal going for his prey. 

hanma took care of you. he made sure every inch of your body was kissed by his lips. he wanted you to know how stunning you were while you were naked. he swore god had favorites in that moment. it took everything inside of him to not completely ravage your cunt. when he slipped his fingers into you, he was shocked at how easy it was. you were practically soaking wet. his fingers were also quite lengthy. he curled and twisted his digits to find that button inside of you that would make you crumble in front of him.

you were shocked at how quick hanma had made you cum. before you knew it, he was hovering above you with his cock tip teasing your slit. you couldn’t wait any longer and practically begged him to enter you. he let out that usual chuckle and then pushed his cock into you, making your head fall backwards from how great it felt.

he made you feel like you were on the moon with how great he filled you. hanma could hardly believe you were taking him that well. you felt so full with him fully bottomed out in you. it took a little while for you to completely adjust to the size, but once that pain faded into pleasure, you had become a mess underneath your lover. he made your mind become cluttered and you couldn’t even think straight with how great the pleasure was.

“hanma.. oh, fuck! yes!” your fingers gripped the sheets underneath your body. 

he smirked at your voice crying out for him. he could hardly hold back against you. he quickened his speed a little, but made sure to not overwhelm you completely. you were delicate to him and he only wanted you to feel safe with him. “god, babydoll, it’s like you were made for me..” he used the hand with sin to toy with your puffy clit. “‘gonna make sure you cum all over my cock..”

you couldn’t hold back anymore and completely let go on him. your pussy squeezed his cock tightly and covered it in slick arousal. hanma pushed a load into your womb, grunting as he reached his high. it was so intense he thought he might have cum twice from you. 

he took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing a few kisses onto your neck. “i’m so proud of you, doll.. you did so well..” he whispered, lovingly.

© NXUVILLETTE ┆ all rights reserved, do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

[wip]

A very very minor thing I have been curious about for a while, and I'm finally asking: why do you calculate queue posting times the way you do? For example, if I set my queue to post 3x a day, naively I would expect it to post every 8 hours. But in reality it posts every 6 hours with a 12 hour gap between days. Why complicate the math like that?

Answer: Hello @circumference-pie!

Buckle up y’all, it’s story time again!

First: nobody who works at Tumblr right now was a part of the work of planning the default queue implementation, which was more than ten years ago. So the full story behind “Why does it work that way?” has unfortunately been lost to the sands of time. All we can do is tell you how it works today and surmise some reasons why. The queue is actually a very clever system and part of how it works explains some of why it works the way it does. Also, there have been attempts to do what you ask—we still have “Queue 2.0” available in your Tumblr Labs settings, which tries to get closer to how you expect things to work.

Anyway! How the queue works today is not actually a queue in the traditional sense. There is no single list of posts that are in “your queue”. Instead, when you “Add to queue” after creating a post, we’re actually scheduling it to post at a future time, as if you had used the “Schedule post” option instead. We’re just calculating that time on your behalf when you use “Add to queue”, based on your settings, and how many other scheduled posts you have already. We use a secondary “index” model, called “ScheduledPost”, to keep track of posts you have scheduled on your blog. We do mark the ones that are a part of “your queue”, but the data model doesn’t keep one list of your “queue” per se.

You can see this in action on your blog, hiding in plain sight. If you add a bunch of posts to your queue, and then schedule a post for a specific future date, you’ll see both in your blog’s “queue” list, side by side. Because technically to us, they’re the same thing: queued posts are really just another kind of scheduled post, relying on the same always-running service to publish scheduled posts across all of Tumblr. Here’s a fun fact: we typically have about ~14.5 million future posts to publish from this list at any given time and are publishing hundreds of these scheduled posts every second.

So when you’re adding a new post to your queue, what we’re doing behind the scenes is starting at the beginning of your “day”, and creating time slots based on your queue settings. If a time slot is already filled, we move on to the next one. That’s why the default queue scheduler works how you describe—we’re trying to fill those “slots” based on the start of the day, rather than trying to divide the calendar day evenly. This just makes it much simpler for us to understand, scale, and predict when our “peaks” will be. At peak times, the publish-scheduled-posts service is publishing tens of thousands of posts in a manner of seconds. We did rewrite that post-publishing part of this architecture a few years ago to improve its efficiency and solve a lot of “lost post” bugs, but we didn’t change how “Add to queue” works.

However, the Queue 2.0 project available in Labs was an attempt to change the queue system to work as you expect—instead of starting at [beginning of day] and creating enough slots to fit [number of slots] every [number of hours], it tries to divide the calendar day into [number of slots] and fit the result back to the original algorithm’s mapping of the day. We never productionized this alternative approach, because it has a few bugs that some blogs hit in extreme cases, and we’ve never had time to fully fix them. It also can cause a bit of weirdness when time zones diverge, like with daylight savings time. Also, a lot of people prefer the default algorithm, and we haven’t thought of a nice way to transition everyone from one to the other. So for now, both options exist, and you can choose which algorithm for queue-slot-generating you want to use. We hope that makes sense! 

While complicated, it is a great example of a system built by engineers to make sense and be scalable and predictable. But sometimes these kinds of systems, while clever, aren’t very intuitive to understand without digging into how they work.

Thanks for your question, and keep ’em coming. 

[bambiesfics]

Hi, this is just to spring off of another TLOU blog’s post, which I thought was aptly worded: Please find that post here! and please find the original twitter thread on Pro-Palestinian resources here!

I just wanted touch on how inappropriate it is to use a genocide as an excuse to morally posture over other people in our community because you’re itching to play an own ego-stroking game of ‘whose a better activist than who.’

Outside of the strikes, and days dedicated to raising awareness coming here to say asinine, innapropriate comments such as “Y’all can’t stop posting about pixel pussy?!” Is extremely unhelpful and is just something that sows undue resentment in our community. When you do things like that, we know what you’re really saying, and it’s not nice. What you’re really saying is “You guys are shitty people for still having any remaining vested interested in this community, unlike me, someone whose an enlightened online activist. I’m above caring about that childish little 2D lesbian and the sapphic community it brought forth, despite the fact that my initial interest in her is why I was ever even apart of this community I’m mocking to begin with. I’ll pretend my corrosive virtual-signalling insults and jabs are coming from a ‘good place,’ and aren’t rooted in being self-serving at all! I’ll pretend that I’m not using this genocide as a vehicle to stroke my own ego for rising above ‘petty, immature things’ like sapphic media, sexuality and community. I’m highkey so much better than you all, I’ll just refuse to admit that outright. Instead I’ll continue to subtly mock your intelligence and distract away from helpful posts about this genocide, and hope you won’t see what I’m doing for what it is. My favourite activity during genocide is not to educate people and commit myself to Palestinian liberation, but rather throw stones, hide my hands and demean well-intentioned posts just because it makes me feel good. Realistically, not one person in Gaza was tangibly helped by the insults I left in the TLOU tags for people to see, but I won’t stop because I’m just a girl….obviously.”

Hey, listen: I’ve been to protests where the organizers, MY PEERS, were other university students who were 18-22, who have had the diligence to remind everyone in the crowd to NOT ENGAGE WITH ZIONISTS. Why? Because it wasn’t safe, because their goal was to inspire a conflict in what is intended to be a united camaraderie in support of PALESTINE 🇵🇸. If those young adults can keep steadfast to their goal of mobilizing for Palestine, then I believe these bad faith actors on TLOU tumblr should learn not to sow shame in people for simply posting a drabble (when not striking) in a community whose fiction they lavished the fruits of, not too long ago. Why? Because it’s not helpful. Because instead of posting helpful resources to aid Palestinians and educating your followers on the zionist Neil Druckman, and to remain mindful of the Zionist themes in the game, you’re using that voice, the tlou tags and it’s reach, just to demean people. It’s such a wasted opportunity to speak up. Hey, if you’re going to say anything in regards to Palestine, then say something helpful to them! That’s an easy enough ask. The yellow jacket community on twitter figured out what pro-revolutionary activism looked like as a community, and I’m proud of them.

I’ll put this in the Ellie x reader tags because I know people who say things like that, either tend to frequent the tags or the tumblr algorithm will push it because of their interests.

[zealousstuff-idk]

hii!! id love to read some brokerdoll fluff, there's not nearly enough out there 😭 i don't have very specific stuff in mind, but them being gentle and soft with each other is so special to me ❤️‍🩹

FIRST ASK AND ITS BROKERDOLL LETS GOOO

nah but I agree with you 100% anon, I’m willing to volunteer to bring out more content for these two bc they deserve it

BrokerDoll Fluff

Warnings: There will be some NSFW headcannons, but nothing too spicy, but more intimate than anything. MINORS DNI! soft sex, oral, praise k!nk, teasing? Hope y’all enjoy~

Ok so knowing that these two work separate jobs, I feel like they would get each other gifts once in a while to show how much they love each other.

Like Carmilla would either send out/physically leave flowers to Velvette’s studio

It would range from a singular flower to an entire bouquet of them

And once she would get her hands on them, she will immediately move them to a pretty vase, and leave them by her work desk.

Meanwhile Velvette will send out one of her assistants to bring coffee for Carmilla, knowing well enough that she’s really busy, so she could use the caffeine

They would definitely owe it to each other once they get home

Imagine, Its late in the night, Velvette is just getting home and walks toward her shared bedroom with Carmilla

Once opening the door, she sees Carmilla laying in their bed, reading a book with the lamp on next to her on the nightstand

She looks so cute when she’s focused, Velvette thinks to herself

She smiles at the sight, and knocks on the opened door, bringing Carmilla’s focus away to look towards the door.

“Welcome home, mi amor,” she says, closing her book

She makes her way to the closet, changing into something more comfortable, and ruffles herself under the covers with her lover

Now at this point, they would usually talk to each other about their days and cuddle themselves to sleep

But…. Sometimes they’d like to treat themselves to some relief after a hard day or work.

———————————————————————

I feel like Velvette would be the one to initiate sometime

She goes to give Carmilla a kiss, which quickly turns to a heated make out session

A few moans slip through the cracks, as Velvette gets herself on top of Carmilla, and presses her knee against her arousal

“Looks like someone’s a bit needy~ You want me to help with that, my love?”

Carmilla looks away and nods her head, her face flushed from the praise, knowing well enough it’s turning her on

Velvette smirks at her response, and proceeds to move herself further down the sheets

She pulls down her panties, and immediately stuffs her face against her wet pussy

Carmilla lets out breathy moans as Velvette eats her out, resisting herself from gripping her hair, not wanting to go rough

”Velvette… I’m g-getting close~”

After hearing her, she licks her clit a bit longer, until she moans out her name.

She makes sure to eat up every last drop of her sweet juices

After coming down from her orgasm, she sinks into the mattress, and cuddles against Velvette lovingly

She kisses Carmilla’s forehead gently, as she plays with her long and soft hair with her fingers until the two fall asleep

This is definitely a good start to this blog ^^ always nice to write some tooth-rotting fluff

[creadigol]

Hello i just recently found this blog and i'm in love with your writing.

Can you please continue the hero x villain story with the criminal please?

I am so sorry for the long wait…but here it finally is! Thank you so much for the ask! I hope y’all like part 2! 

*Warning for slight flashbacks of a traumatic event, but nothing bad.

Part One here.

“Once again Detective, I have no answers to your questions, I have no clue where they are, and if you don’t leave my property within the next thirty seconds I claim the right to shoot you for trespassing.” 

 Hero heard the voice below them speak with little attempt at patience. Their eyes were heavy and their body felt like lead, but their ears seemed to awaken with no problem. Why would Villain be threatening to shoot Detective? Hero had thought the two tended to keep out of each other’s way. Wait, why was Hero asleep in the same vicinity as Villain in the first place? 

“I know you have them! All accounts place you following Hero into the house! Dammit Villain! What happened?” 

God, Hero had never heard Detective so worked up before. The man was usually made of stone, even in the face of absolute evil. Hell, Hero once saw the man play a game of russian roulette with a mob boss and win through sheer intimidation. How had Villain got him so worked up? Of course they were enemies, being on opposite sides of a moral code tended to do that…but they had never been outright hostile to each other. 

“Fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…” Villain counted. Hero could just picture them casually looking at their watch while unholstering a weapon. 

“Fine!” Screamed Detective. “But don’t think I won’t be back! I’ll not rest until Hero is found!” 

Hero heard the stomping of boot heels on the walk. 

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have lost them in the first place!” Villain yelled back. 

“Fuck you!” 

Hero fought to open their eyes. They moved their fingers and toes, feeling like they were some kind of mummy awakening after centuries of death. 

What was Detective talking about? Hero was right here. They had just finished up another case for them when…

The memory flashed before their eyes…the Criminal…the knife…that goddamn smile as Hero bled onto the kitchen floor…the fear…Villain!

No amount of lead in their veins could keep them down at the thought. Hero shot out of the plush bed with speed their body was not ready for. 

The window to their right was open, that must be how they heard the conversation at the front door, and Hero stumbled towards it. It took a moment, as their foot got caught in the exceptionally soft bedspread, but they made it. 

Hero stood to the side, not wanting anyone outside to see them in such a state of weakness…nor did they want Detective to see them…and looked out. Sure enough, this was Villains street…at least this was the street of their safe house. Hero had found it six months ago while following Villain after a deal gone wrong. They had just wanted to make sure Villain wasn’t too beat up…they ended up staying all night wrapping the Villains wounds. 

Hero assumed Villain would have changed houses after that. Guess not. 

Hero watched as Detective stomped angrily to his silver sedan. Now how had Detective found the safe house? And why did he not just raid the place? Why put up with Villain’s taunts if he knew Hero was here? 

Hero took stock of the room. It was a nice bedroom, rather typical. Blue walls and a matching white and blue quilt. There was a small dresser, night stand and desk that looked like they were bought together at the local Big Lots. Nothing expensive, like how Villain usually liked. Nothing gleaming of elegance or gilding. Nothing special…but comfortable. Actually really comfortable. And kind of cute. 

Nothing at all like Villain. 

A shuffling outside the bedroom door made Hero stiffen. The door opened revealing Villain, still muttering to themselves about ‘nosy, pain in the ass detectives’. Hero stayed frozen by the window. 

Villain was carrying a tray with a sup and bowl on it, something steaming from the bowl when they glanced at the bed and saw it was empty. 

“Shit!” They swung around frantically, somehow not spilling anything, and immediately laid eyes on Hero. 

“Hero!” Villain gasped. They placed the tray on the nightstand as the tension in their shoulders released. “What in the hell are you doing up? Do you have any idea wha…”

“Where am I?” Hero interrupted them. Villain froze. “What the hell is going on?” 

Villain’s eyebrows scrunched. “Hero…” They started. “Do you remember what happened? I mean, I understand if not…” 

“Of course I remember,” Hero snapped. “But that does not explain why I’m in your safe house or why Detective was here.” 

“Fuck. I knew his voice carried,” muttered Villain. They looked at Hero, seeming to take in their appearance, which Hero felt was probably not great. “You were stabbed Hero. It was bad…really bad. I had to heal you, but…” Villain gestured vaguely. 

“You redirected my body’s energy to heal the wound,” Hero finished. That’s why they were sleeping. That’s why they had no energy to spare. 

“You should still be out,” Villain said as they walked forward. “I estimated at least another week, if not more. Had planned on Doctor giving you an IV tonight.” 

Hero looked down at themselves and took stock of their appearance. Their hair was down, though that had happened during their scuffle with Criminal, and their arms were bruised. Finger prints littered their wrists and elbows. They lifted the front of their t-shirt and glanced at their stomach. Only a slight discoloration showed any sign of the life threatening injury they had received. 

“How long was I out?” 

“Four days. Detective’s been following me incessantly after they couldn’t find you in that damn house.” 

Villain had walked to only an arm's length away. Seeming reluctant to come any closer, yet holding themselves as if to reach out. 

“Followed you here I see,” Hero said. They traced their fingers over the discoloration on their stomach. 

“Unfortunately.” 

Hero let the shirt fall back down and only then comprehended their attire.

“Did you dress me in your pajamas?” Hero asked incredulously. 

Villain laughed, “Well your clothes were ruined and there wasn’t much else here.”

“You didn’t…” Hero gave them a look that promised quick vengeance should they hear the wrong answer to their question. 

“I was perfectly professional, I assure you. Nothing but doctoring on my part.” Villain clapped them on the shoulder. “You should get back to bed though. You still need time to recover.” 

Hero was feeling faint standing, so they agreed and got back into the bed. They got situated under the covers, but sat up by the headboard. Villain stood hovering for a moment before stepping back.

“Why did Detective need to follow you? Why not just tell him I’m here?” Hero eyed Villain as they fiddled with the covered steaming bowl, “Not like saving my life is very illegal. Unless you..you know.” 

Hero didn’t finish as they thought about Villain’s words to them before they passed out. 

Best not to look to your right though…you have too fair a disposition to look at Criminal now.

“Criminal’s alive,” Villain spoke as if reading their mind. “Did my best, but the bastard lived.” 

Hero felt their insides freeze. 

You really are perfect aren't you?

Let’s not prolong this dear. 

“They’re secured in the hospital ward of the prison.” Villain sat down on the edge of the bed and placed their hand over Hero’s pale one. “You got enough for the case while you were undercover. Better than a confession.” 

Villain made eye contact, “They’re never getting out Hero. And if they did, I would finish the job.” 

Hero smiled softly. “I have no doubt you would finish the job now if I asked.” 

Villain chuckled, “Wouldn’t be the worst job I ever took.” 

“But why Detective?” Asked Hero. 

“But why Detective what?” Villain said. They patted Hero’s hand and got up to go back to the tray once more. 

“Why lie about saving me?” 

Villain took the top off the bowl and Hero saw that it contained hot water and a white cloth. 

“Should have known you’d have heard that. Damn hearing.” 

“Why?” Hero pressed. 

Villain handed them a hair tie. “Because I don’t trust him. Or at least I don’t trust who he works for.” 

Hero pulled their hair into a bun. “Why?”

Villain swirled the cloth through the water a couple of times. Hero could smell what they assumed were salts or oils mixed in. 

“They never should have called you in,” Villain spoke.

Hero reached out for the cloth, “They call me in all the time.” 

The cloth stayed in Villain’s hand, submerged in water. “They don’t for the petty stuff.” 

“Well this wasn’t exactly petty. Criminal was the killer we’ve been looking for.” 

“Exactly!” The water sloshed with Villain’s outburst. “All the victims look like you. All the Criminal’s ‘types’ look like you. Every outfit, hair style, and mannerism was just like you. Criminal’s had an obsession for a while Hero and those bastards banked on it.” 

Hero faltered. 

“You’re saying they tricked me to get them?” 

“I’m saying something’s going on and until we figure it out you’re not safe to go back.” 

Hero went silent for a few moments.

“Damn.” They finally whispered.

Villain handed them the warm cloth. “Yeah…damn.” 

The scent infused water felt heavenly on Hero’s neck and face. They wondered if this was how Villain kept them clean while they slept. 

“So what do we do?” 

“You,” Villain pointed, “rest. At least for the next couple of days.”

“And you?” Hero handed the cloth back. 

“I’m going to pay the good Commissioner a little visit this week.” 

[ghostinthegallery]

I can't believe The Silence and the Storm is over a year old! The first anniversary was May 27th (yes I missed my own fic's birthday in my defense I was traveling and forgot how time works).

I'm trying to compose my thoughts because this sure feels like a time a blog post would be fitting. However, my engrams are scrambled because...wow do I have too many feelings.

As some background, I've been a writer for a long time. And I've written 3-5 books (depends on how you count "completing" a book but it's 5 full drafts, 3 of which were heavily edited). I wanted to be a trade published writer (still do) and for a while I was feeling good about my chances! I got lucky and received some wonderful professional mentorship (and met one of my best friends during that program!). I took that guidance to query agents (a necessary step for access to most big/medium US publishers). I knew it would be hard and take time but...4 years later all I have to show are a few requests, hundreds of rejections, and one agent who asked me to rewrite my entire book only to reject me anyway (me, bitter? No not at all nooooo).

I'm a creative person and sharing my work feels like sharing a part of myself. Something that is not easy for me to do. After a while I just assumed I was missing something necessary. My work didn't resonate, but I didn't know how to fix it. I’d never reach anyone in the way I so desperately craved, and it was my fault for not being good enough. I felt broken.

During one of many major depressive episodes my spouse bought me a copy of The Infinite and the Divine. That book has changed my life. I was never much of a fanfic writer before. Either I thought the original work was too good and I didn't think I had anything to add or it was too bad so why would I bother with it when I could just go read/watch something better? 40k inspired me though. The ideas are incredible but underutilized enough that I felt like I had something to add.

So I started writing necron fic because why not? There wasn’t enough for me to read, and I needed more robot stories. Maybe I could rediscover my love of the craft, make some friends, make some robots kiss. Distract my mind from the horrors. So I posted a little OC fic and actually got some nice comments. Hey! Positive reinforcement! Hadn't had that in a while.

Emboldened, I continued in the most normal way possible. Going from a 7 chapter OC story to a giant civil war epic including every named necron character I could find with 6 (then 7...then 9) POVs. It was the type of grand space opera I've always wanted to write but never did because I didn’t think I had the skill and it's harder to sell. Luckily AO3 is free. Ain't no playing to the market there!

Now, a 40k necron civil war space opera is...niche. So I wasn't expecting much. I would have been happy with some kudos, some comments. Fan art felt like a pipe dream, but what are writers if not dreamers? The main goal was to enjoy myself. It was low pressure fun, I love the characters, what could go wrong?

Nothing, but I was wholely unprepared for things to go as right as they did. Y’all have been amazing. So many great comments and ideas exchanged, gorgeous art, fun asks, a lot of screaming (it’s fine probably don’t worry). I’ve never had such a strong outpouring of support for my work. It feels incredible. But also sometimes confusing. I’ve trained myself so well to handle rejection that I kind of forgot how to handle acceptance. Especially for something so personal. This is a weird story about undead space robots, there’s a lot of politics, sometimes the robots have sex. It’s got out there head canons, and 99% of the tyranid parts are pulled out of my ass because nobody knows how the space bugs work okay. My weirdness being embraced on this scale is one of the greatest feelings of my life. But it’s also new, and way out of my comfort zone. I’m being seen and adjusting to that.

Still, writing in this space has been one of the most consistently joyful things in my life for…well, over a year now! It’s changed how I view my art. I actually can create stories that touch people and make them feel things. I can take risks and have them pay off. I know not everyone will love this, but some people really seem to love it. That is mind blowing to me.

It’s making me reassess a lot about how I approach my art. Writing and other. I still plan to pursue publication. I want to get paid for my work, but this is making me consider alternate paths that might fit my style (and psyche) better. I don’t know what the future holds, but if you’d told me a year and a half ago that a big part of it would hinge on an AO3 gay robot skeleton space opera…I would have thought you were nuts, but also hoped you were right because that sounds rad as hell.

So in conclusion, thank you all so much for reading <3

[my-lil-s1llyme4t]

New post, yippee.

- I drew this lovely Jade Harley with my beloved one.. So yeah, I think she looks nice in this.. ‘New style’ of mine.

- Also I really felt inspiration by Mindless Self Indulgence’s song “Molly”, so yeah.. I thought Eridan would be looking nice there.

- Below there would be TW: bloody image and colorful version.. I need to make shadows and stuff.. Yet I wanted to show you those so much.

- I also listened to another music.. Eridan’s fan song to be specific.. And I felt so bad for him.. I mean.. He is like that one who have not been understood for entire time I guess? Can’t explain, but I really like this character a lot.

(Arts for animatic down below)

- I loved this song. And I got inspiration for those pieces.. They supposed to be an animatic, yet still it isn’t done yet..)

- My bad guys. Sorry for bad quality, but look at last ones! They are cute and.. Uhh.. Sad enough? I dunno, I mean his face on last ones looks like.. A childish.

- He pursed his lips and looks on Feferi, Vriska and others like on someone who lied to him about some special miracles he had believed in.

-That’s all from me for now. Love y’all! Thanks everyone who supports me just by visiting my blog and looking through images.

thanks..

-your Undead

[personasintro]

The audacity some of you have on here is INSANE.

You actually come on here on someone else’s blog to tell HER that the stories that SHE WRITES and has put months, YEARS of hard work into isn’t being done fast enough for you??? Then on top of that, y’all have the NERVE to give her these ridiculous backhanded compliments and DEMANDS?

“I don’t mean to sound disrespectful or demanding, BUT..” “my patience is running out, BUT” “I love you, BUT..” “I’m not trying to rush you, BUT”

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

You think that if she doesn’t update whenever YOU want or thinks she should, she should DISCONTINUE the piece/pieces of work she’s working on??? Because it’s not being updated???? when you want?? BRO??? HOW MUCH MORE ENTITLED CAN YOU FUCKING BE????

IT’S NOT YOUR BLOG OR YOUR STORIES???

She can work on them however long she wants to AND whenever she wants to.

If she wants to take a year to update something, she damn WILL and there’s nothing me or you can do about it.

You guys do realize there is an actual human being running this blog, right?

A lot of us are adults who work 5 days a week, sometimes 7 ALL DAY.

Whatever time she gets off should be for her and if she wants to write during that time, GREAT. If she doesn’t want to, GREAT.

Writers block happens. Shit happens.

LIFE HAPPENS.

She has a life outside this blog and work.

We don’t NEED an update. Sure we WANT one. And it will come when she has it ready. ON HER TIME.

Stories like MH take TIME and PATIENCE.

We’re almost 60 chapters in and there’s not very many short ones. NO ONE should be complaining at all.

She also has other works being worked on as well. If you’re “feeling impatient or giddy” about updates, check out other authors, read her other stories, read a book, etc.

Do something other than using your pathetic energy talking shit behind a keyboard on anonymous to someone who’s super sweet and dedicated a lot of her time writing these stories.

Those of you coming on here complaining about her not updating when you want her to need to get the hell off your phone and the internet and go sit outside and touch some grass and BREATHE.

Find a damn hobby for yourself and quit acting like an immature child throwing a tantrum who isn’t getting their way.

Put yourselves in her shoes for once.

Writing is not her job. Writing is her hobby. Hobbies are supposed to be fun and y’all entitled annoying rude impatient asses are ruining it for the rest of us who actually respect her, her time, and her blog space.

Think before you fucking type and complain.

If there’s any updates she lets us know. She’s said it multiple times again and again. Be nice and respectful especially if you’re sending asks on here. She’s doing her best. Don’t like it? LEAVE. Easy as that.

Anyways, have a good day MIMI!! 😊💞

Well… that’s a one way to put it 🫣 hahaha thank you bub!! And everyone who truly cares for me. You guys are the best and I love you very much 🥹🫶

[nenes-numberonefan]

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lovely_showtimes, I recommend to read their “out on the balcony” story, it’s so cute and if y’all love wxs as much as I do, u will prolly love this!

mizu-nights, I recommend reading literally any of their mizuki stories, they are all super cute

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nogenderbee, idk why i haven’t added them on here yet, bees writings never dissappoint, they have master lists for wxs that are so long i could read all of them, bonus points because they’re super sweet, actually all these people are super nice but she sticks out to me ily pookie 😍

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[your-garden-rose]

SELFISH

A/n: Hey everyone! This is my first blog so I decided to do a replaced mc au for it, I hope y’all like it <33 all your likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated <33

WARNING: Abandonment, bullying, emotional abuse, neglect, and harassment.

CH 1: You’ve really dug yourself a grave, haven’t you?

You now looked at the amount of apologies being thrown at you from all directions. Lucifer, himself was kneeled in front of you as he begged for your forgiveness whereas the rest of the brothers too were sputtering apologies and the prince himself too, apologised in a broken state. You only frowned at their pathetic attempts and walked on with your new found friends and partner with those pathetic beings, now following shamelessly behind you.

ONE YEAR EARLIER:

“Mc. Get ready, Diavolo is calling us to RAD.” “Now?” “Yes. Now.” “What’s the holdup?” “I do not know what’s the hold up but can you get up and get dressed? We can’t have you looking like trash as always.” Stated Lucifer as he sighed irritably. “What got up your ass today Lucifer? Maybe Diavolo?” You scoffed, and slammed the door in his face, leaving him shocked and infuriated with you. It’s not like you cared anyways. Not only Lucifer, but everyone was treating you like shit since the last month. “Maybe they finally got tired of me…” you sighed and changed into some acceptable clothes as you tried to push down the uncomfortable feeling that rose within your gut, you felt like something bad was going to come out of this. You suppressed it and went outside only to find that the brothers already left without you. Your DDD then rang up with a notification from Mammon himself.

[MY FIRST] : Hey human, took ya long enough so we left without ya, sorry not sorry, ya better get here fast though, Luci is getting angry with every passing minute.

You immediately slammed the phone in anger leaving him on read. It was then you ran all the way to the castle only to find the demons, angels, the royals, the sorcerer and someone new? Ah, a new girl. Maybe this was the bad news. “Oh? You finally turned up eh?” Stated Solomon. “Mmhm, I had to run all the way till here.” You stated and took your seat. It was then Diavolo smiled down at you and stated that she was Cecilia. She would be a new student at RAD. “My lord?” “Hmm? Yes Mc?” “Didn’t you say that two humans were enough? What’s the sudden plan?” Guess Cecilia didn’t like that. She narrowed her amber eyes at you. You only looked back at her and ignored her once again. “I did state that Mc, but seeing as our plans to reunite the three realms wasn’t going well with just two humans, I brought in another one, isn’t she perfect for this? She didn’t even get scared!” Clapped Diavolo. The girl was pretty indeed, she had styled black hair, peach skin with amber eyes and was dressed in modest clothing. She didn’t look any special though, she looked bland to you. “Nice to meet you Cecilia, hope we get along” you stated while shaking her hand. She merely gave a tight smile and shakes it back strictly. It was then you realised how troubling this year was going to be.

It had now been a month after her arrival and honestly? You hated her guts. She was mean, rude, prideful, and just condescending in general, she rarely even spent any time with you and anytime she talked, you only felt malice in her voice as she spoke to you. It really wasn’t just her, the others, the people you once considered your friends, were just rude to you in general. While Solomon and the demons were out rightly rude to you and treated you like a slave while they hung out with Cecilia, the angels merely gave you irritated smiles and back handed compliments. You were always either called “annoying”, “waste of space”, a “disgrace”, and at one point Lucifer even lost his cool at you in front of the entire student body of RAD, while yelling at you about how “un-couth” you were, and how much “better” Cecilia was than you. You didn’t feel sad, you stopped feeling sad when Cecilia would gloat in front of you about how Asmodeus dotes on her, how Mammon favoured her and how “everyone” supported her whereas she always tried to rub it in your face that you got nothing from the boys. She always left disappointed though, since all you gave her was a blank poker face. While Lucifer tried to humiliate you in front of RAD, Asmodeus, Leviathan, and Mammon spread rumours about you all over RAD and harassed you at home by throwing snarky insults at you. The others merely ignored you as they spent all their time with Cecilia. You didn’t really care though. Most of RAD always took your side and ignored Cecilia. The only ones who hung around her were the succubi of RAD, who only hung out with her because of Asmodeus. You always managed to keep your temper under control until one incident which left not only you, but the entirety of RAD, fuming at the brothers and the others.

It was a good day, really, you hadn’t seen any of the brothers since they were home fussing over Cecilia since she sneezed, whereas they sent you to RAD even though you were sick because they “couldn’t afford getting their princess sick due to some useless human”. You even planned on staying the night for a sleepover at a friend’s house after a party hosted by one of the teachers in RAD. Of course due to your arrival, none of the brothers, the angels, the royals or the sorcerer were invited. It’s not like anyone truly liked them. It was then came in a fuming Lucifer with a crying Cecilia with the rest of the brothers, and the other exchange students who looked equally fuming. “Mc. Get down here. Now.” The other students looked at you in worry. You stood up and made your way down. It was then you felt a stinging sensation on your cheek as your eyes widened in realisation. “If I hear, about you, ever talking to Cecilia again. I will not hesitate to take this to the prince.” “What-“ “don’t you dare open your mouth. Verbally abuse Cecilia again. I dare you.” You then looked up at the group behind Lucifer. No one defended you. Mammon only seemed to glare at you even harder now. You blinked back tears as they left the class. Your class only seemed to get more angrier at those who left. You silently made your way to your bench as your friends apologised for not standing up for you. You merely shook off the incident but rather than sadness, you felt a new emotion take it’s place.

Anger.

They will pay, starting from now? Their worst days have already started. And the best part? You already knew how to get your revenge. You only smirked as you started working again.

Oh this will be so fun~

->

[the-roo-too]

cupid -> schoolmate! kim jiwoo

-your favourite genre was always romance. you loved the books from a very particular bookshop. the owner’s granddaughter always disliked romance books. she liked seeing you in the bookstore though.

warnings: y/n being very obvious; mamamoo are b e t t i n g

genre: fluff!

notes: plot idea goes to @cfvgbhndun-new-blog 🫶 i don’t think i’ve actually seen someone write for jiwoo?

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

jiwoo always thought it was kind of stupid of you. while she herself wasn’t a romance fan, she could easily recognise the titles you’ve been reading- all of them were sappy love stories. and you could live out your romance dream, if you’d ever take your nose out of the book and see her standing there.

she’s told this to her grandma. said woman laughed at jiwoo for eight minutes straight (she counted) and said she wouldn’t even be able to woman up and ask you out, even if you noticed her.

jiwoo also told this to kyujin, who should have her side as she’s the older one. the younger laughed almost as hard as the grandma. that was the moment jiwoo stopped coming to older and younger people for advice.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

“i bet you 5 bucks they’ll end up together.” the teacher said, slamming the money on the desk. the other three women in the room looked up at her weirded out.

“yongsun? did you forget your meds again?” one of them asked teasingly.

“yah! you’re almost the same age, byul!” yongsun whined at the younger woman, at which the trio bursted into giggles.

“we get it, unnie. but what were you saying? who are we betting on?” the youngest out of the bunch asked. yongsun rolled her eyes playfully and gestured the outside with her head.

there, on the hallway, they could see a pretty usual sigh. a couple kids running, someone carrying some lunch, and of course y/n l/n with her nose buried in a book. not far behind her, kim jiwoo was also following like a kicked puppy.

“oh, you mean the jiwo/n situation?” byul asked before laughing. “i don’t really think she’ll confess. l/n is too obvious and kim is very scared of rejection.”

“nah, don’t judge her like that! jiwoo is my top student, she’s very brave.” insisted yongsun.

“yeah, brave enough to listen to you banter about literature for hours!”

“shut up, wheein!”

“yongsun unnie, i add 5 bucks jiwoo will confess but l/n won’t recognise her.” the youngest added, putting her money on the desk.

“good one, hyejin. 5 bucks she just won’t confess.” wheein pat hyejin’s arm and added her money to the pile.

“y’all don’t have faith in them!”

“you have too much faith, yongsun. 5 bucks she’s gonna confess.”

“didn’t you say i have too much faith?”

“confessing isn’t the same thing as dating!”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

“so, how’s it going with that girl you told me about?”

“grandma!” jiwoo whined at her elder and stopped putting the books on the shelves.

“what? i’m just asking! you’ve been talking about this girl nonstop for the past couple weeks…” the girl glared at her grandma.

“that’s so not true!”

“you begged me to move the romance section closer to the counter so you could see her.” jiwoo tried to think of a comeback but the smirk on her grandma’s face made her quiet and pouty. “okay, jiwoo-ya. go open the shop.”

the girl sighed and did as she was asked. maybe she’d get to see you come into the shop today.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

you sat in your favourite bookshop. it was your favourite because of the cozy atmosphere, and how nice the owner was, and how many different romances you could get there.

it was hard to say actually why you liked romance so much. maybe you wanted to experience something like that in real life.

satisfied with a plot summary you just read on one of the books, you took it to the counter. the girl that stood there seemed awfully familiar, but it might have been because you visit the shop at least a couple times a month.

“hi, what can i help you with today?” the girl smiled sweetly at you.

“i wanted to buy this book.” you handed her the piece and started digging your bag for your wallet.

“sure, let me get that checked-“

“no no no- oh god, i am so sorry.” a mortified expression appeared on your face. “i think i forgot my wallet at home.”

“oh no, i am sorry to hear that. would you like me to-“

“agh, i’ve gotta look for it. thank you and i’m really sorry!” you ran out of the bookshop, missing the look on the girl’s face.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

“bet news!” yongsun ran inside the room panting. “jiwoo brought some romance book! she had it on her desk durning my lesson!”

the other three teachers looked at her sceptically.

“maybe she started reading romance?” the youngest suggested.

“no, that can’t be. jiwoo hates romance books.” yongsun nodded along to byul.

“but you know who loves romance?”

“l/n?” wheein scoffed quietly. her bet was practically lost.

“l/n! she’s gonna confess, i’m sure of it!”

“maybe l/n won’t recognise her…”

“hyejin don’t wish bad for people.”

“i wish for my money to come back!”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

kim jiwoo. you finally pieced the face to a name. before miss kim’s class, you saw her walking with the book you almost bought. on one hand, you were sad she bought it because now you couldn’t, but on the other, you could talk with her now! maybe she liked the same authors as you? she did work in a bookshop, she probably loved books as much as you.

just as you were packing your bag. the mentioned girl approached you. “hi, y/n!”

“oh, hello jiwoo.”

“you know my name?” she seemed really surprised, making you giggle.

“yeah, you’re just before me on the list.” your gaze fell to the book in her hands. for a second, you wondered why didn’t she put it in her bag, but carried in around like that. “you like romance too?”

“um, not necessarily. i don’t know if you remember but you wanted to buy that book but you forgot-“

“oh god that was so embarrassing.”

“so i bought it for you!” she smiled brightly and handed you the book.

“what?” you had to do a double take, looking at the girl in front of you, then at the book, and back at jiwoo.

“i figured you really wanted it and it gave me the chance to talk to you.”

“oh jiwoo, i can’t just- can i repay you somehow?”

“i know you don’t really know me, but i really like you. could you go out with me, and maybe it blooms into something more?”

the book fell from your hands. that seemed almost like a scene you read in a book. “sure.”

jiwoo let out the cutest giggle ever and you thought you’d melt on the spot.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

wheein and hyejin grumbled in dissatisfaction. both lost the bet, now it was a fight between yongsun and byul.

“she confessed but they hadn’t started dating!”

“they just went on their first date! i’m sure they will after this!”

“isn’t this weird we’re four teachers spying on two of our students?” wheein asked, sipping her coffee. the four of them were trying to blend in the coffee shop where l/n and kim were on their first date.

“shut up wheein!” said yongsun. she then glanced at the two lovebirds and squealed excitedly. “guys they kissed!”

“what?”

“pay up byul!”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

“are we going to talk about how our teachers are spying on us?”

“not really. would you like to go on a date on thursday too?”

“sure!”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐶ

[mikalara-dracula]

Heyyy, if u haven’t done this yet can u do Azusa and the tsukinamis with the pretty s/o headcanon?

BTW i love ur writing!!

💌 Them having a pretty s/o that gets hit on a lot and they get jealous—

(ft. Azusa & the Tsukinamis)

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Azusa:

💌 When it comes to jealousy, it’s an emotion that takes Azusa a while to understand due to his soft nature.

💌 He always brushes it off and doesn’t think that much of it.

💌 And because he’s too nice, he’s not thinking that others are out to steal you away from him if he doesn’t watch it.

💌 But bear in mind that at some point, he will come to realize his jealousy.

💌 But before we get into how he handles his jealousy when it comes to you getting hit on a lot, let’s talk about how you met.

💌 You two met in the school’s nursing office. You were waiting for your ride to come since you didn’t feel well while Azusa was tending to his wounds.

💌 (I literally have a post on this scenario if anyone’s interested. Click/tap here to view it.)

💌 You two exchanged conversation and after this, you started running into each other in the school halls a lot more often, and soon enough you began dating.

💌 However, with dating you for a while, he eventually became accustomed to how many people hit on you because of your looks.

💌 And now, he’s honestly taken back whenever it happens.

​​💌 The photo above of Azusa says a lot about his reaction every time this happens.

​​💌 He's just in total shock and doesn’t know how to handle it.

​​💌 Luckily though, you let people know that you're taken and where the line is drawn.

​​💌 You always give him a kiss on the cheek in front of others to reassure him that you’re not interested in anyone else and to show others that you’re taken and happy.

Carla:

​​💌 Carla’s annoyed whenever this happens, mostly because he hates having to deal with a bunch of immature people projecting their flaunts at you.

💌 At the same time though, he’s quite flattered by the fact that you’re that attractive and that you’re his s/o on top of it.

💌 “I suppose it’s understandable for my future queen to be irresistible to others.” He’d think. “Though, some imbeciles can’t seem to control themselves when around her.”

💌 You two met during one of the school’s festivals. Carla took note of you from far away and was interested from the start.

💌 He knew he had to come up with some sort of excuse to talk to you, at least to get to know your name for the night.

💌 From there, you two started to run into each other more, and yeah, I think y’all get the picture lol.

💌 Anyways, Carla does pretty well at repressing his jealousy about people’s flaunts towards you, but this only goes for so long.

​💌 Carla may be composed like our baes Ruki and Rei, but make no mistake that he’s easily vexed.

💌 This can be noted in certain drama CDs that he will immediately revert to his powers when he’s just a little irked.

💌 But for your sake, he represses himself, but like I said, this only goes for so long.

💌 When someone goes too far, he doesn’t hesitate to step in and unleash those ‘king-like’ orders of his.

💌 “She is my lady, my future queen. Touch her and you shall be-,”

💌 “Carla, please, that’s enough.” You’d say, stopping him from continuing.

💌 Luckily though, you two don’t have arguments about this issue, but Carla does prefer that you stick by his side since he can constantly remind others who you belong to, and prevent them from trying anything stupid.

💌 And he usually proves to others that you're his by either wrapping an arm around your waist, laying a kiss in your hair, or wrapping his scarf around you.

Shin:

​​💌 He hates it, but also loves it. It’s honestly 50/50 for different reasons.

💌 But let’s take a step back and discuss how you two met.

​​💌 Shin was at it again with his shenanigans with his brother, and let’s just say that instead of Carla getting pranked, you did instead.

💌 (I have a post on this scenario too if anyone’s interested. Click/tap here to view it.)

💌 And with this, Shin couldn’t help but laugh when he saw you get pranked and you absolutely loathed him for it.

💌 He kept telling you he was sorry and spent weeks trying to make it up to you, but you weren’t budging since it was going to take a lot more than simple gestures and sorrys to fix this.

💌 But little did you know that it was your stubbornness that got this Founder boy’s heart to throb.

💌 He just kept coming around and sooner than later, he asked you out even though you hadn’t quite forgiven him.

💌 At first, you thought he was crazy considering he was the culprit that constructed the prank.

💌 But with him pestering you the past few weeks to forgive him, you kinda grew to like his company and thought his attempts to make you forgive him were amusing.

💌 And so from there, you two started dating and have been together since.

💌 Now, returning to his jealousy about you getting hit on.

​​💌 He gets really fired up whenever someone hits on you because of your looks since his jealousy kicks in, and could never bare it if you went with someone else because of that reason.

​​💌 But yet, he likes the idea of having a super attractive s/o, mostly because he can show who you belong to, or even get into physical fights to prove who’s tougher when you do get hit on.

​​💌 You (and Carla) constantly have to remind Shin to control himself whenever a guy is trying to hit you up, but he honestly never listens, and is always getting into trouble at school because of it.

​​💌 “Shin, you can’t just punch someone because they winked at me.”

​​💌 “No one is allowed to do that to you except me, love.” He’d smirk, placing his hands on your hips. “Plus, you also have to understand that fighting’s a sport.”

​​💌 Your jaw would drop. “A what?!”

💌 Oh my god, Shin.

​​💌 He doesn’t get mad at you though when someone hits on you because he knows it’s not your fault, but still, sometimes he tells you to dress ‘less tempting’.

​​💌 God wtf.

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

Well well well, we‘re back at it again.

You‘ve seen a big part of this before bc I can’t keep this shit from you, it’s a bit embarrassing ngl lmao. I finished it now tho!

The rest of it is on ao3 bc I refuse to post smut on here. Do others do it? Yea. Have I read it? Yea. I won‘t tho. I wanna be able to show my blog to friends, sorry. Can‘t have horny mfs on there for that /hj

This drabble is inspired by the John Wick movie-verse. people r legit sleeping that one

For easy access imma give y’all the link for the series real quick (and yes, I made it into a series, so any and all comments on later chapters r lost but it’s easier to navigate now, hopefully):

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3828004

Enjoy!

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Vargas was looking at him, all half-lidded eyes and contemplative smirk and it was driving him insane. They’d been at the bar for about an hour now, low lights dancing through the room, bathing it in a dizzying mix of pinks and blues, drinks flowing freely for everyone around them. Phillip knew this wasn’t the moment to get drunk, though. The mission to infiltrate the club and keep an eye on their mark had priority, no matter how much attention his mission partner was showering him with.

“If you’re not careful, someone’s gonna see the way you look at me”, he mumbled into his drink, surveying the dancefloor. Their mark wasn’t as far away as just a minute ago, making her way towards the bar they were sitting at. It was an opportunity, but he needed the Mexican to keep a cool head if he wanted it to work.

“What if I want them to see? The type of rumours it could spark…” The other’s taunting grin irritated him and he shot him a frosty glare.

“It won’t be as fun when the families get involved, believe me.” He ignored Vargas’ dismissive scoff and noted the mark’s position just two seats over. Honestly, there were better ways to spend a Saturday night, but the woman had dirt on high-ranking members of both their families. Discretion was needed and goodwill had to be shown, hence the involvement from both families – no one could secure the information to use it against the other later. Of course, it was Phillip’s luck to get paired with Vargas. Their continued shared work in the past, if reluctant, had proven successful and success was all their families needed right now. Personal vendettas were of no importance in this, never mind any other kind of previous mingling.

With a last warning look towards the other, who rolled his eyes and ordered another drink, he turned around, acting surprised at seeing the young woman close to them. He smiled charmingly when he caught her eye and feigned interest. “What’s a fine-looking lady like you doing here. We haven’t met before, have we?”

She seemed a bit suspicious of him, but smiled nonetheless, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, revealing a glittering earring. “I don’t think we have, no.”

“That sounds about right. I’d remember a woman as stunning as you. I’m Jason by the way, it’s nice to meet you,” he drawled, putting on his Southern charm and holding out his hand. He didn’t like leaning into it, but many people outside the South liked it enough for him to use it again and again.

She gingerly took his offered hand, shook it once and they got talking. Marienne was French and had studied computer science, she owned a small poodle and had a sister. Phillip nodded and smiled along despite knowing all of it already. There was nothing new she could tell him except where she had hidden the information she had hacked their databases for. He would find out, one way or another, the pressure of his gun against his back where he had tucked in into his waistband a welcome reassurance.

Marienne smiled at him again as she leaned forward, asking him to come home with her for the night. It went just as he had hoped it would, but before he could agree, a hand landed on his hip, making him lose his train of thought as Alejandro stood right beside them, eyeing the woman. Graves’ heartbeat synced with the song‘s bass reverberating through the club, heat spreading from where their bodies touched. He must’ve been listening in to their conversation and gotten up when he heard her request. Something dark glimmered in his eyes and Phillip had a bad feeling about it.

The Mexican looked her up and down and then spoke, voice rough and dangerous. “I didn’t think you would want to get back at me that badly. Is she supposed to make me jealous? You can do better.” It was clear he was talking to Phillip despite looking at their target. Graves was speechless; partially out of surprise, partially out of anger. Couldn’t Vargas take the mission serious for even a moment? This was a huge opportunity he was ruining, as the woman looked from him to Phillip and back again, a sliver of apprehension and fear in her eyes.

She was starting to stand up. He had to save this somehow. Standing as well, he forcefully, if discreetly, removed the other’s hand from his hip and pushed him away as inconspicuously as possible. “He’s joking, I’m not with him.” He smiled reassuringly at her and winked. “Why don’t we get outta here, it’s getting late.” She nodded, but was hesitant about it. Graves slipped a tracker into her handbag while she was distracted by Alejandro still only a few feet away from them. It turned out to have been the right decision, as the other grabbed Phillip’s hand still keeping him in place and brought it up to his mouth to kiss the inside of his wrist.

“Oh please, you can drop the act. My attention is all yours.” He practically growled the last words, sending a shiver down Graves’s spine. This was not the plan. Their target took that moment to give a hasty goodbye and vanish into the crowd. Angry, the American turned towards his assigned partner and glared at him. The bar was more populated now, so he ripped his hand out of the other’s and seized his arm, steering Vargas outside and into a nearby alley.

“What the fuck was that? We almost had her!” Alejandro just grinned and Phillip’s blood started to boil. He pushed the other up against the dirty wall of the alley, the suit’s lapels clutched in his fists and his own nose just a few centimetres away from the Mexican’s. With bared teeth, he had to hold himself back from pulling a knife and getting rid of the nuisance in his grasp. “Why can’t you behave like the professional you’re supposed to be for one evening.”

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with that i can finally post this thing i drew for it!!! yay

yall, go read the whole thing NOW as usual im losing my mind and screaming and crying and everything in-between im gonna bite my laptop in half and it's gonna be YOUR fault sir