#dusting out the inbox

[tishascleaningcupboard]

“CAN UOU STOP INSISTING ON CLEANING ALL THE TIME?! ESPECIALLY MY THINGS!!”

"Shrimpo, it's important to me that things are all nice and clean, it looks nice when things are properly cleaned. If I didn't help with the cleaning this place would be far messier, and you wouldn't like that either, now would you?"

[somegrumpynerd]

More doodles of the new chapter of How Nightmare Became Dadmare by @topazshadowwolf please go read it

[pilkofi]

summary: there wasn't really anything notable about your life, and as much as you like to say it doesn't bother you... well, time from time, it kinda does. that is, until a skeleton walks—literally—into your life. and then another. and then one more. and then, just to be sure, a last one. and as much as you like their company, you start to wonder if there's... something else.

because why do they look at you that way? like you're everything and yet the very source of their pain?

[bibliosought]

"People keep telling me it's pride month and I'm not quite certain what that means in reference to the library. What do they want me to do, gay receptions?"

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

A Dog in the Cat House by SoloShikigami (General Audiences, Complete)

Nightmare has lived happily with his three cats, Dust, Killer, and Horror. But one day he comes across a poor dog in need of a home, and hey, he could always use a guard dog. But will his three cats get along with the newest member of the family?

A short but cute fic, I enjoy the concept behind it! It's a little unusual to find a fic where most of the characters are animals, but the author does a good job of writing the characters regardless!

Spoilers ahead!

I think it's a really cute fic with an interesting premise, having Cross as a dog in what was previously an all cat house.

The way the author writes the characters makes it known what they think & how they feel even without any dialogue spoken between them.

[princessmacedon]

OH!! BERNIE GOING TO HELL!! FOR SHAME!! A THOUSAND YEARS OF HELL FOR BERNIE!!!! despite her culinary prowess it's taken her two batches to get the recipe just right, and if it weren't for her last sliver of rationale she would have yanked the tray out of the brick oven without mitts and run. the waft of pastries rouses enough sense back in her to remember the basket, the wrapping, and the sunflowers before she sprints. all the way across the courtyards, all the way to maria's room. she's wheezing like an old man hacking up ash by the time her knuckles thud against the door, and when it opens, she's only catching her breath a little bit when she greets maria.

"bernie remembered—" she wheezes, holds up her index. a second passes. "—i-i remembered... your favorites!"

what's your favorite dessert? what's your favorite tea? what's your home like? what are your favorite stories, and what are your dreams? two girls have shared these in their time together, blowing wishes on dandelions and marveling at sunflowers. bernadetta manages to straighten herself just in time to rustle through the basket of goodies, pulling out a sealed envelope and handing it to maria. there's a reddish tint from more than running that dusts her cheeks.

"um, happy birthday! and i sort of drew... well... y-you don't have to keep it if it's stupid! but i thought, you know..." inside, there's an illustration of a girl with hair red as roses—and beside her, a knight, an older brother with silver hair. bernadetta can barely look maria in the eye, but steals an occasional peek through her lashes. "just... something else to remember him by. for you. i hope you like it. or at least the sweets. o-or the flowers?"

It is a peaceful day today, and that is all-- or at least mostly all-- that Maria would ever dare to ask for. With her notebook laid out on her desk before her, the little cleric hums in between minuscule nibbles of cookies that are honestly too pretty to eat (how criminal of her!), breaking every so often to huff a quiet laugh when she catches the tinkling of little bells.

--the cacophony that comes next is not entirely without prelude, a chaotic crescendo of footfalls cresting into a thunderous rapping at her door. And Maria, though she rises from her seat, stands stunned a moment overlong ere she wades through her laughter to pull the door wide open.

"Bernie!" Comes the cheerful greeting, two voices weaving into a silly little song.

"Bernie remembered--"

"--you remembered!"

"--I-I remembered..."

"-- oh! Careful!"

"... your favorites!"

One hand darting out to gingerly keep the basket from tipping over, Maria's eyes sparkle as they flit over the promise of a gift, of remembrance and affection shared, and shares her own in kind, warmth seeping from her softly narrowed smile.

"...hee hee!" She had never doubted that she would. If a heart was a cup into which love was poured, Maria thinks that Bernie's would be a babbling brook. One with a pebbled shore, dandelions and wild grass hugging its bends, carrying toy boats to new adventures and bottled wishes out to sea. The sailors would be named such things as 'fruit mousse' and 'sweet-apple blend' -- what silly sailors they were! -- and the wishes would whisper to her curious currents, "only a story like a hundred thousand other stories, but it is unique to me in all the world"; or even, "to put my home together again... and my home, together again. Keep it secret, okay? Hee hee!" -- how novel, that wishes should laugh!

And all of them would be safe with Bernie; Bernie will remember, and carry it with her, and it will matter to her even when her knuckles hang at the door and pink speckles her cheeks and she's still wheezing a little bit, but not so ash-eating-old-man-like anymore.

"Hee hee... heeheehee!"

Then, if laughter was a song in love, in this moment Maria's sounds like nothing less than adoration. The cup overflows, the brook babbles (but wheezes less and less), and there is no more lovely melody than bright, unfettered laughter. Music still rushes from the corners of her smiling mouth as she takes the envelope in hand, coming to quietude as she gently unfolds the parchment.

"--oh...!" The little princess swallows her voice, blinking once, twice, three times and more at the picture in her hands. On the other side, Bernadetta just barely peeks at her through her lashes, but the reassurances stick in her throat like a marble. It is one thing to write what remains with her in memory, but it is another thing entirely to look at his face again, smiling beside hers. (It is also a secret third thing, that it should be a gift -- that it had been remembered, that it mattered, that it was always safe with Bernie.)

"... ...mm-mmm!" Holding it gently to her chest, Maria beams a smile full to bursting with sunshine, effulgent even through the few tears that prickle at her eyes. "It's not stupid! Not at all! Having a picture of him... and with me, too?" That was a wish she hadn't realized she'd held onto. "It's perfect! And it makes me so happy I think I might burst! Hee hee!"

Rocking back onto her heels, the little princess hastily-but-carefully tucks the picture back into its envelope; then, with her treasure newly secured, she lurches onto her tiptoes and throws herself forward from there, arms wrapped around Bernadetta's shoulders and a song of laughter now singing in her ears.

"And I remember, too!" A step back at that, though hands still linger on the other girl's shoulders, a promise made just for her.

"Hee hee... look forward to it, okay? I love it, Bernie! And I love you!"

[pixie-felix]

OMFG just had an intrusive thought about the origins of ball busting Han. It's been established that he's a very needy whiny desperate sub (bless his lil soul). Baby's been trying to get your attention all day because he's got no schedule and yours is packed FULL! I'm talking you're likely at a conference for work so you might not even be in the city. It's been a full 3 business days since you were last able to physically touch him so he's going THROUGH it! Last night's phone sex video call barely scratched his itch.

You've barely had 5 minutes to yourself and as you get ready for the final event: gala dinner with a few awards being presented, you call him and pinkie promise that you'll be home the next morning (we're so whipped for him our flight is just a few hours after the dinner ends) and he all but whines, throwing himself against the bed and moaning exasperatedly into your pillow. It's not even a video so he can't see you as you freshen up and put on your outfit. You talk until it's time to head down. After you hang up, you check yourself out in the full length mirror to make sure all is in place and snap a few pics. One is posted to your story; slit in the dress showing off just a sliver of thigh (respectfully), hip popped out and toes pointed, showing off your new heels.

You weren't even thinking when you posted it. You've been posting all your outfit pics daily for each event/session you attend. Phone in your clutch, you head out and Hannie who ofc! has notifications on for you SEES it and effectively stops working. Bricked UP. He knows y'all just got off the phone and it did a little too help because he had your attention for all of 30 minutes to check in. He didn't know you were going out like this. Is that why you didn't video call? He's so worked up now, unsure how long he's been staring at the pic before he replies "step on ME".

***I can absolutely give you more on how this could go for this first encounter if you want, just say the word

--🍭

I've read this so many times, SO MANY TIMES. AND THERE'S A PART TWO!! So rather than trying to add to it, I'm just posting it as it is.

this is an accurate description of me right now, trying to index all of our interlocking scenarios. something tells me I'm going to be printing them all out and lying on the floor with them tomorrow, trying to put the world in order 😂

[mwarlyn]

how i feel after saying i’m going to answer asks ( that was like 2 weeks ago ) and i still haven’t ( master procrastinator )

[golddust-if]

I don't know if it's been asked before...

Is it okay if we send questions about the ROs? there are many characters 😦

You're welcome to ask any and all questions about the ROs! Depending on how in-depth I want to answer the question I might break it into two parts? I don't know yet but I'll figure something out.

And of course, it'll take time to answer questions. Besides the fact that I get busy at times, I want to give answers that are written well and that takes some time for me.

[cacw]

and once again this is all i have lying around

[tishascleaningcupboard]

Uh.. Tisha... Cod you maybe clean my room?

One of my fish-tanks had a little mishap and water and glass is all over the floor... The Tetras are safe and sound in my head, by the way!

I ree-ly can't Tetra a break!.. Hehe..

"Oh dear, of course I'll help to clean it up, all that glass is a hazard! How exactly did it happen if I may ask?"

[hearthomed]

Hello! I love your writing and portrayal I'd like to send any of my muses to you but I'm honestly too shy to do so >.<

aaaaaa you're so sweet!! ♥ i'm so glad you like them!!

as long as we're mutuals you're more than welcome to come hop on opens or even just slide into my dms to chat!! i'm honestly about as scary as a dandelion asjdknsfk i just live to write ships and forget the real world exists

especially right now when i'm sick with a cold

[crimsonsharked]

No? Why though? Any reason in particular...? He is one of the most lusted after. he's also famous!

Unprompted | Always accepting

"..." He leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "I don't think he's attractive. He looks like a muppet on stilts."

[wendadventures]

Little comic coming (sometime) soon!! Not sure when it will be published but it is in the works ^_^

[hyukascampfire]

ILY MORE MY ANGEL!!! ( ˘ ³˘)♡

that’s entirely impossible. i will kiss the floor you walk on. MWAH.

[pixie-felix]

Hai friend❤️ I hope all is well. And if you need more time feel free to take it.

NOW to answer your question, it went right to you since it's your insta story. However, when you decide to post your airport fit pic (3/4 top, jacket, comfy but nice looking jeans and tennis shoes) in an actual post because your flight got delayed by an hour? Oh baby that's public (and thank GAWD he commented from his private fake account).

So, the first time he commented it you brushed it off. Most of us are chronically online. Of course you want a woman in heels or boots looking FOINE to step on your chest. The second time he comments it, you raise a brow and contemplate it. You've got an hour so why not entertain it? You text him (he should be asleep, but knowing Hannie he likely stayed up, jerking off about it, waiting for your response). He's wide awake, wired, on the verge of orgasm when you message: "Is that really what you want, baby boy? 🤔"

That's it. Han Peter Jisung has stopped working. If only you heard the absolutely fucked out moan he let out, dropping his cock to type out a "YES FUCK PLEASE😭 need you. Whenill you be hme?"

You giggle and sadly inform him you've got 6 hours before you'll even land. Prepare for 7 hours worth of messages, pics and voice notes from a whiny desperate JiJi. Up until you get in line to board the plane, you talk (text) him through it and get to the bottom of what he really wants. God he's FILTHY literally and figuratively and he can't wait for you to get home. Wants you on him in that airport fit doing unspeakable things after having to go a full 3 days without your touch. Unfortunately for him (and Chan), he's got a partial schedule today 😂 so you tell him to be good, give you time to rest and after schedule you'll be over. He doesn't care if you change clothes, just keep the shoes and get home safe 💀

Rolling your eyes, you do just that. Thank goodness they weren't filming anything cause he's fully hard the whole time and getting teased but doesn't care. They're going over new choreo, planning promo ideas and 3racha had a couple tracks to work on. (He's never successfully finished his parts so fast. Chan doesn't even wanna know but he can tell you're involve). He texts when he gets home and you're quick to pop over, fresh, in a similar outfit, but trading the jeans for his favorite leggings and you kept the shoes. Teasing him, instead of knocking you take a pic of just your shoes and send it to him. Door's open in 0.05 seconds and you're pulled in so fast you can't even register that he's only wearing a hoodie and boxer shorts. Kisses press to your skin as he holds you even closer, boner against your hip as all he can mutter is "pleaseplease" and "need you" and "missedyousobad".

And who are we to deny him? Quickly ordered onto his knees right there by the door, asking his color which is "green, so green please". Planting a sweet lingering kiss on his lips because you haven't had the chance to yet. Testing the waters, you run a shoe-clad foot up his inner thigh and watch him shiver, skipping over his dick you drag it down the other thigh and he pouts. Chuckling, you step a little closer and his breath hitches as you lean in and grab a fistful of hair. "You're so pretty and responsive JiJi. Missed me so bad you'll just take anything, won't you?" You smirk, lightly running the toe of your shoe under his balls, making him whimper. "My needy naughty baby. I'll fix you right up. Promise," you kiss him, shifting your foot to apply the tiniest bit of pressure higher near the base of his dick. "Mommy please," he shudders, pressing his hips up as his eyes close.

Oh yeah, it's gonna be a long afternoon... But of course the aftercare is top tier because we'd never genuinely be mean and he's so sensitive. New kink unlocked and the hyungs--likely Minho catch on (maybe not completely, but he knows something changed) because of the way Han almost always has you curled up into him so he can have one arm around your waist as the other messes with your shoes, biting his lip when you stay for a visit. Or the subtle glances he gives your feet when you wear boots or a new pair of heels to surprise them with lunch. That partially glazed over look and how distracted he is after you leave, eyes on your shoes walking away.

Again, could be completely wrong but the wheels are turning 😂

--🍭

PART ONE IS HERE

honestly it was so selfish of me to keep these to myself for so long 🤦‍♀️I let things build up and then I got overwhelmed, so now I'm just clearing out my inbox and piecing these sceanrios together.