#back to the notebook

[makeshiftloops]

Me: dude, I should draw TMA art of Martin in The Lonely and make it look super depressing

Also me: ✨shapes and colors the likes of which I’ve never seen✨ Haha oops

[cabinette]

AU martin i've been cooking on the tma rp twitter....

[epicwinsauce]

What would I even add to someone's life that they would want me in the first place?

[dudouji]

trying to get back into sketching on paper

references from @adorkastock

[hinamie]

shows up a day early with a nobara birthday tribute

[cowboylikeyouu]

writing fanfiction on paper is so fucking therapeutic

[studioeisa]

omg "what? me? jealous? never." with junhui please! 🫶🫶

ⵌ actor!jun x actress!reader. ⵌ word count: 988 ⵌ notes: co-stars, secret relationship, pet names ('pretty girl'), suggestive joke, all my favorite tropes in a drabble. i miss this man sooo bad.

Jun loves award shows.

He loves having an excuse to dress up, loves getting to interact with other groups a little more openly, loves the special stages they get to put on. And if his gorgeous girlfriend happens to be a special emcee, well— that only makes it a much better night.

He's not allowed to be too excited, of course. He's always careful not to blow his cover. At most, the boys just seem to assume that you're his favorite co-star.

If only they knew that Jun's had the privilege of your heart for the past couple of years.

There's a bit of a thrill in sneaking around, in having to pull out his acting chops. Tonight, Jun lies about having to go to the bathroom, fields Minghao's invites for accompaniment, and navigates through all the other tables. Your text had been the only prompting he needed. It's like a waltz; his eyes on your back, the distance he keeps.

You side step in to a corner, behind a curtain, and he follows. The entire venue of idols, of actors, of Korea's biggest stars are none the wiser.

Jun's hands find immediate purchase at your waist. "Hey, pretty girl," he greets smoothly, that bright smile of his already lighting up his face.

You'll probably only have three minutes, but three minutes is all that Jun needs. He doesn't waste time. "Saw you on the red carpet earlier. You were stunning," he hums, his face going to nuzzle the underside of your ear.

"I think you're a little bit biased," you shoot back, unable to resist a jab. Your facade of annoyance is betrayed by the smile that's threatening to fill your own face. "But I think I can let it pass for tonight, 'specially since that suits of yours looks so good on you."

"I'd look even better out of it," he says unrepentantly. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you close when you try to pull back and away.

You let out a groan. Jun laughs softly.

Jun's lips brush against your jaw, then down the line of your throat. His nose skims your skin as he takes a breath. "You smell nice," he mumbles.

Cinnamon, sugar, vanilla. The same scent as his own cologne.

"You got me this at your Japan stop," you answer, your hands resting at his hips. It's not much, but it'll have to do for now.

"I should get you a perfume every time we have a stop abroad," he says.

"Yah, don't do that. You have expensive tastes. And you already get me too many things whenever you're on tour."

"What's the point of being an established artist at my big age if I can't spoil my pretty girl a little?" he grumbles petulantly. He tilts his head to press a kiss over your pulse. "Besides," he adds after a moment, "I like that you smell like me."

Smelling like Jun was just another one of those things. His subtle reminders in the form of innocuous couple items that only the two of you knew about. Cologne and perfume with similar notes, matching silk pajamas, rubber shoes from the same line. A quiet litany of mine, mine, mine in your every day lives.

You give a bright, warm laugh as you mumble into his hair, "I'll wear it more often, then."

You are so bad for him. A walking, talking dopamine rush. Everything about you makes Jun feel a little lightheaded, a little dizzy. Like he's had one too many to drink.

But you're also the one who sobers him up, the one who always says, "We should probably get going."

"Do we have to?" he whines. His arms around you tighten. He knows the answer to his question— yes, yes, you have to go. But he can't help wishing otherwise. "Five more minutes?"

Your nth sigh of the night. Even then— "Five more minutes," you concede.

His hands flatten out against your back, holding you more snugly against him. He could stay like this forever. Just your warmth against him, the scent of you in his nose, the sound of your steady breaths in his ear.

But you say five more minutes. And so he counts down from ten in his head. Ten, nine, eight…

Jun pulls back after the countdown and steals a long, deep kiss from your lips.

This was what it felt like to be alive. The way his blood pumped faster, his heart thumped harder. The way that your very presence made everything else seem dull in comparison.

The feeling only intensifies when you move closer. When you arch against him in that way you know he loves. When your fingers run through his hair.

Jun is all but breathless. He pulls away after long enough, leaning his forehead against yours. "I'm a terrible influence on you," he pants against your lips.

Your hand slides down to his face, your thumb ghosting over his mouth. "You got some on you," you grumble, and it takes him a moment to realize that you're fretting over lip gloss.

"Leave it," he says. "I like smelling like perfume and looking like I got kissed."

You shoot him a glare. He gives you cheeky grin.

When the two of you part, Jun is relegated to watch you from his table. You're radiant up on stage, perfectly composed and charming. You have stellar manufactured chemistry with your more recent co-star, and some of the boys decide to tease Jun about it.

"Looks like you've gotten replaced, Junpi," Jeonghan sing-songs.

Soonyoung nudges Jun in the side. "Jealous that you've lost your favorite co-star to Kim Soohyun?"

Jun barely stops himself from bursting into laughter. Replaced? Co-star? His members don't know the half of it. Jun absentmindedly runs a thumb over his bottom lip, where traces of you still linger.

"What? Me, jealous?" He breaks out into an innocent smile. "Never."

୨ৎ * GAME, SET, PLAY ! ( JEALOUSY ) DRABBLE GAME.

[greykolla-art]

Hi, hope your day's going well! I didn't realize you'd read Skulduggery Pleasant! Those books were my absolute favorite growing up, they're a major inspiration for why I became a writer! I'm so glad my favorite artist in the Hazbin fandom also loves my favorite book series!!

Oh BABY it’s so nice to revisit them after all these years!😊💕

They are absolutely the reason I like age-gap friendships and mentors. 👏

Magical Irish disaster duo, I challenge them to go to therapy.

[sentientstump]

nice music

[morganbritton132]

Eddie just started a live-stream so like, twelve people are watching when Steve sticks his head into the room like, “Hey, Robin and I are going to the mall. Wanna come?”

Eddie: Can’t, I got a thing

Steve: You want anything? We’re going to the bookstore because Robin says I have to ‘buy her a new book.’ *rolls eyes*

Eddie: Uh, yeah, Steve. You destroyed the book she let you borrow

Steve: It’s still in one piece!

Eddie: Baby, you did not so much as crack the spine of the book as much as you shattered it like you were Bane and it was Batman

Steve: I don’t know what that means, Eddie.

Eddie: In the comics, Bane-

Steve: I cannot handle a nerd-planation right now. I’m buying you a notebook with a mom quote on it and some stickers, okay?

Eddie: Okay.

Also Eddie: *a couple weeks later, photographed by paparazzi walking out of a studio with a ‘Live, Laugh, Read Books notebook*

[lonesomenecromancer]

yeah whatever, go siffrin from my classes

[thewasandshouldbeking]

Still-shared-body AU where Jarthur get to start hanging out with people and now carry a notepad and pen (which as a PI they ought to anyway,) so that they can have separate conversations, simultaneously. Arthur can be chatting with Oscar on the right while John's scribbling his thoughts to Noel, who's reading and chatting back on Arthur's left.

It's the quietest Arthur's head gets without being worrying, though there are frequent moments when John laughs and Arthur can't help asking 'what's so funny?' John gets to revel in having private jokes, because it's not like Arthur can spy and read what he's "texting."

[dwsavideos]

With successful Broadway shows closing more and more frequently, it makes me wonder how long Hamilton would last on Broadway if it opened this year- or how long Back to the Future would’ve lasted if it opened in 2016. Makes ya think.

[yuzensoniktornavida]

Consistently the funniest gag of Miraculous Ladybug is when a villain can copy Ladybug's Lucky Charm and conjure like. A weapon of mass destruction. While the original Ladybug summons something benign like a pencil or a teapot

[vesperalities]

Transcribing my notes from a workshop I did last week titled Snapshot Literature: memory, self-fiction, and pictures inside the household drawer.

[robinsnest2111]

yesterday's work scribble <3