#hopefully this isnt specific to me and someone else finds this hot..?

[indulgnc]

current hyper-specific perv roleplay fantasy of mine:

ur at a doctors appointment. just a routine check up, you arent sick or anything. but the nurse doing your check up insists you are, because you just cant stop sneezing. the room is purposefully sprayed with something that will set you off. the nurse goes out of their way to touch the sensitive spots of your nose, insisting its part of the exam. there’s chhinkni on their gloves—

they check your temperature, heartbeat, feel for a fever: you sneeze through the entire thing.

yes, they conclude, pretending to act innocent. you must have a cold. youll have to stay even longer to be taken care of. ♡

[isaacathom]

its ds9 time once again, because like every two weeks i remember im meant to be watching it. s2e11

fun opening, unclear on the vibe but it is fun i guess. lot of essentialism going on-

hello obrien? hi. oh keikos in this episode. hopefully for good reasons. okay so we're playing downball with rackets. squash? is this space squash? space squash. i understand now.

i do like that the squad has a range of relations to each other, namely that noone actually seems to like bashir except for like, i wanna say dax, and im not sure thats genuine friendship as much as it was pity. i just think its fun. only person on this station who genuinely likes the guy is garrick, i think. and crucially that bashir is completely unaware that people don't like him that much. cause it lets him just keep going :) hello! and obriens over here like 'jesus christ this fucking guy'

i dont know what the plot of this episode is, but i do think this unwell alien immediately divulging his life story to this guy is incredibly funny

both of these actors feel very familiar in a way i cannot place. who are you fuckers. PRINCE HUMPER- wait no while thats a fascinating role i wouldnt know the fucker off that. no way i wouldve recognised him from that. i think maybe he just has one of those faces. ditto the dead guy. wild shit.

obriens impersonation of bashir was fucking hilarious.

while checking out humperdincks wikipedia i have been reminded of the actual plot of the episode, because netflix's summaries are honestly kind of rubbish half the time, and i see it is beginning. though i guess obriens sole opponent for space squash being the sector champion is the first point of bonkers luck, and 'no fucking salt' is the second. or sauce.

okay so the way the orb works is that if you win, it gives you good luck at someone elses expense. martus gets out of prison while bashir struggles to find a sauce dispenser. obriens gonna have a fucking heart attack while he gets rich, things of this nature.

martus, very charismatic fellow.

obrien mate surely theres a treadmill somewhere you dont gotta jog in the prom- hang on hasnt odo yelled at people for running in the promenade? obrien man being on the fucking executive committee doesnt get you exemptions. okay maybe it does but still come on. (bridge crew was the word i was looking for, "executive committee" isaac)

this woman is ALSO really familiar. who are you. noone! just another of those faces! jesus im being played for a chump. have i been struck by the bad luck orb????

so bashir isnt naive, per se, but he is focusing on one specific thing - obriens ego - and not on the fact obrien just doesnt like him lmao. incredible work. love you

hi sisko, been a hot minute.

"you begged me to stay" "i didnt beg i blackmailed you" sisko man youre the best

genuinely though like, the dead alien man that was probably less that he looked familiar and more a vague impression from the makeup, but martus and roana seem SO familiar, roana just has a vibe, its bizarre.

stepped on a ball midflight, exceptional.

i do enjoy that obrien just stomps around casually.

oh its just straight racquetball? oh so when i said it was squash i wasnt that fair off. ill be fucking damned. still space racquetball mind, also space something.

bashir looks so pissed to be swindled into this fight, like hhhhh i hate having a moral compass. i love that for him.

the running joke of people telling martus their whole life stories is genuinely quite funny.

head immediately into a tit, incredible work martus, and the wife arrives, the luck of the galaxy baby

WHO DOES ROANA REMIND ME OF. my god! fuck! like shes just so FAMILIAR. its gonna drive me nuts i have absolutely no way of figuring it out because shes predominantly a tv actress, and further that im not sure ive seen the person im thinking of in a movie or anything, just a gifset???? god. fuck man.

frame the fucking obrien/keiko scene, excellent stuff, genuinely love it, really sweet just MWAH. very nice.

bashir going ... okay so you tried to drug me, first of all, and NOW youre trying to guilt me into either doing it myself or playing like shit to fix the match. oh yea bashir. just going :) you guilted me once, quark, not a second time, that shits hot.

yeah the ep kinda bites. ohhh alsia. oh lmao.

yeah that episode wasnt good but bits were funny. shrug

[mediawhorefics]

Ever since you had that writing spree and wrote like 10k in two days I can't stop thinking about it. I want to be productive like that too. What's your writing routine? How do you motivate yourself to reach certain word counts?

That’s a big big question. I don’t necessarily think of myself as someone having a routine tbh ? Like… a lot of it comes down to deadlines for me. I function better with a looming deadline, I need that performance anxiety to kick in. It’s not a great way of creating tbh and I wish I wasn’t so addicted to it… 

But there are a few things I do when I know I need to have a couple of really really productive days: 

get out of the house: that’s a big big big one for me. i don’t have a desk in my bedroom and our kitchen table/chairs are so fucking uncomfortable that i can’t write there comfortably. writing in bed works sometimes but if i’m trying to push for a 5k day i know it’s not gonna cut it to just be in my pyjamas in bed trying to make it work. i need to be dressed and i need to wear shoes and everything. it sounds stupid, but it really works. i’ll just go to my favourite cafe (and try to get there as early as possible), order snacks and a hot drink and just write until it closes. 

try to plan ahead what i’m going to be working on: i don’t write in order and sometimes my outlines are more about the whole character arcs then specific scene by scene docs. i often figure out specifics only a few scenes in advance with all the Big Important Emotional Beats obvs having been planned out from the start. but when i know i’m going to need to have a big word count day, i try to outline in advance and plan the scenes i’m going to be working on beforehand. that way, there’s less time wasted on figuring out little details on the actual day. 

i go through my 2nd/3rd rounds of edits straight away: one of the things i often do to boost my wordcount and improve my scenes is edit as i go. a lot of people don’t like doing it, but i’m a big perfectionist so for me, a scene being in its “first draft” stage/ready for my beta means i’ve rewritten it/gone over it 2/3 times already.  and by rewritten it i literally mean retyping it in its entirety line by line. not only does that make the scene 100% better BUT it can often easily add 1k of details/layers to it. 

know when to switch it around: if a scene isnt working, if i’m blocked, if i’m getting frustrated, i’ll just jump to something else. ideally something with a different vibe/different mood. because i don’t write in order, i’ve got different points in the story i’m working on at the same time, so if the angst isn’t doing it for me in that moment, i’ll just jump to a fluffy point and treat myself by writing a fun making out scene or something like that. and vice versa obviously. 

give yourself mini goals throughout the day: if i’ve got a big wc goal, i’ll often try to slice it down in smaller manageable chunks. i’ll make little games out of it. like…. i’ll wait until i’ve written 2.5k until i buy a snack. i’ll wait until i’ve done another 1k to buy a second hot drink. i’ll wait until i’ve done another 1k until i can have a 15 min tumblr break etc etc. 

have a friend on standby to talk through issues in the plot/writing and share snippets: i usually text my beta CONSTANTLY when i’m having one of those big days. to ask for advice/thoughts on whatever i’m writing but also share stuff i’m proud of. that instant feedback/enthusiasm is really helpful to keep going! if you don’t really have people you text about your writing, posting about it on tumblr is a really good alternative. i do that too and it’s so helpful to see people being supportive/encouraging you as you try to power through. 

aaaaand that’s all i can think of tonight. i’m super tired so i’ll stop there but i’ll try and reblog/add stuff if i think of any tomorrow :) hopefully that’s a bit helpful ? ultimately every writer is different and it’s all about finding out what works best for you! 

[d-noona]

EUPHORIA

Summary: Y/N’s best friend literally throws her out to the Lions den to be devoured by a new acquaintance Jeon Jungkook. She unravels her inner desires with a man that has only one thing in mind. To deflower her.

Words: 1351 words

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Chapter 02 - The Bar

CH. 01 - THE LITTLE BLACK DRESS

Y/N L/N was definitely NOT a party goer. She prefers to stay at home, plopped on her very single comfy bed, piled up with her teddies, kumamon, kero-keropi and assorted beanie babies. Y/N is turning 25 years old in a months time and has been single since birth. Her long wavy hair reaching just the top of her breast is adored by many, almond eyes swimming in the warmth of its hazel brown color, her caramel tanned skin, and a little more to love on the side. Her height is fairly average, but her breasts are more than plump.

More than, being an under statement as her cup size shouts double dang to the world so is her butt. Though despite this she prefers to hide her curves with baggy clothes, preferably hoodies and big pants. On a normal day, she prefers reading a book, any kind of book, doesn't matter what kind of genre it is, or probably just snack on munchies while watching anything on Netflix. Taking photos for her work, and sleeping endlessly. Y/N has never been confident about her looks, though more often than not her friends keeps assuring her otherwise. She just doesn't get it. This said, she prefers to just be alone and hide from people.

The only way for Y/N to get out of her flat is when her best friend literally drags her out of the unit. Miles Garcia, her renowned bestie for more than a decade is definitely a social butterfly. They met during college, Y/N went to a very famous Catholic all girls university, and Miles from an established Co-Ed Uni. They both clicked right away after watching some local band. Y/N was drawn to Miles, same as Miles to Y/N.

Y/N always recalled her bestie as the life of the party, her intense lust for life allures both men and women to come up to her and worship the ground she walked on. She's 25 years old, beautiful flawless skin, big brown eyes, luscious lips with a very petite figure, standing at least five foot three inches.

It was just a normal night in for Y/N, she sat on her bed, with a box of tissue on her bed side table, a bowl of her favorite chips on her lap and her TV light up as she scans the channels hoping to catch the next episode of Riverdale. She jerks in surprise as Miles comes barging in her room with an annoyed expression on her face. Judging from what her best friend was wearing she slowly feels her anxiety rise to the surface.

Oh no...here we go again....

Y/N snaps from her thought as Miles starts opening her dresser. "You need to get out or else you'll end up old, alone and weary." Miles continues as she throws a couple of outfit on Y/N's bed. "I was out earlier for your information. I went to the grocery and got these," as she points to her Doritos lazily laying on the bowl which was on top of her bed "Plus how dare you say that I'm alone? You have way too many personalities. I cant even handle. I'm good"

"Well youre gonna die a virgin" her best friend snaps back at her. Trying her best to avoid her friend she continues to munch on her chips. "I am not having that. Come on Y/N. Just for one night. Be with me? It'll be fun."

"No. Thank you" quick to answer, Y/N stands up from her bed and strides along her kitchen to grab a can of soda, then goes back to sit on her bed with Miles following her every step, once back in Y/N's room, she sits facing her. "PLEASSSEEE? I'll trade you" says her best friend. Y/N quirks up an eyebrow at Miles in curiousity wondering what her friend was offering her this time. She humms and shrugs knowing that her friend may be up to no good.

"Come on. I'll get you that camera you want! Your birthday is in a month. Its the perfect timing too. You need a new one for work you say. If you go with me tonight. I'm buying the darn thing the day after tomorrow! I promise. Pleaaaasseee bae" she whines.

Y/N, wide eyed staring at her friend, in denial. If there was one thing her best friend was good at, it was forgetting her promises but either way she just lets it slide, however this time around she was slowly considering the offer since she needs the new equipment for work. "Whats in it for you?" Knowing that there could be a reason why her friend came barging in her apartment late at night.

"I met this guy...." Miles trails off. Y/N interupts her "AHA! I knew it. Hoe!" Y/N smirks at her friend.

"Hardly. He's just too good to resist. Plus he's bringing a friend. Come on be humane. We dont want some poor stranger third wheeling with me and Suga"

Y/N chuckles at the name "Suga? Seriously??? Mileeeesss...." as she tilts her head to the side.

Her friend laughs along with her "Dont be so judgemental, its his stage name. He's a rapper for your information. Duhhhh. His real name is Min Yoongi, met him and his friend at the local cafe where you get your caffeine addiction. Plus theyre smoking hot. I prefer you lose your damn virginity to someone who knows what theyre doing" Y/N knows she will never win this battle with Miles, however she definitely wont come down without a fight for her alone time. NO WAY will she lose her virginity to some random stranger she sighs "hmmm...lets see, camera that'll be a Canon D40, an extra lens and coffee for a week or else no deal."

"Bae. Too much. My ass doesnt poop out gold nor cash. A camera and coffee for two weeks?" Miles says hopefully as she checks out the time. She has an hour to get her best friend to agree. "Camera and coffee for two weeks plus a bagle on the side." She quickly reponds.

"Fine. Deal" as Miles smirks at her friend, Y/N reaches out her hand to Miles and made a pinky promise in attempts to solidify the verbal agreement.

Rummaging through Y/N's dresser was a torture for Miles knowing her friend doesnt really like wearing girly outfits. She however finds a pot of gold when she pushes Y/N's clothes to the side to see a very familiar box. It was her gift from last year. A number specifically Miles got for Y/N which she has never worn much to her disappointment. The black spaghetti strapped dress was a few inches above the knee, with a slit on its left side. It was classy. Not trashy. She knows Y/N had all the right curves and would look amazing in the dress but her best friend never took the chance.

"Go take a shower. You reek by the way and put this on" as Miles throws the dress on Y/N's bed. Stunned, Y/N pulls the dress and shakes her head as her brain cries for help

Oh no. No. No. Heck no....

"I am not wearing THAT!" Y/N pushes the dress away from her.

"You Missy have no say. Youve made your bargain. I get to choose your dress and your look tonight. You get your coffee and camera plus your bagle with my left pinky toe as a bonus. Now go!" Miles laughs at her friend with her finger shaking furiously.

Oh God have mercy on my poor soul...

"Fine" she huffs.

After her shower, Y/N quickly blow dries her hair and changed into the God forbidden outfit her best friend has thrown at her. Miles starts doing Y/N's make up and hair. "Do you have heels?" she asks.

"Do I look like the type of person that does?" Y/N replies sarcastically. "Shit. Oh. Wait. Yeah I think I got something" Miles quickly stands up from Y/N's bed, and looks into Y/N's cabinet.

Y/N on the other hand was examining how she looked on her mirror. She feels both her insecurity and anxiety building up. She whips her head to her friend with a sigh as Miles was busy trying to find a solution for the problem at hand. "Miles. Isnt this too revealing?" She says.

"Gotcha!!!" Her friend exclaimed whilst holding a denim jacket and a pair of Stanley Smiths. "The heck are you talking about. You look hot! Here, put this on. Casual but sexy" says her friend.

Y/N does what she's told. Then looks back at the mirror. "I can work with this" she nods in approval. "Good. You look amazing. I know I look amazing. Were late. Lets go"