#i might add an image description later but i have to get ready for a concert tonight and i’m picking my friend up from the station <33

[wensvol]

life is what happens to someone else.

lisel mueller / marie howe / chen chen / isabel allende / franz kafka / alice oseman / ryan o’connell / morrissey

[slythindor100]

Hello friends! I, along with my co-mod, timothysboxers, are thrilled to announce that 25 Days of Draco and Harry will run again in 2023. We want to thank @navi1088 for creating this art for our banner.

For those who may not be familiar with this challenge, I have included the rules at the end of this post, and I encourage you to read these.

And for the loyal fans of 25 Days of Harry and Draco: In 2023, we will be doing both Early-bird and Traditional prompts as usual. Again, we're running on LJ, DW and tumblr – the rules will be the same as last year.

Because it seemed to work out quite well last year, the Early-bird Prompts will once again be available in late October, and we will be including the Image Descriptions along with the prompts.

Early bird prompts will be available no later than Sunday, 22 October, allowing creators over 5 weeks and some change to work on their posts.

Also, we will have the Discord server specifically for 25 Days of Draco and Harry participants. Like last year, this will be a place where early bird participants can discuss (in a channel just for them) the prompts and how they might use them. Traditional participants will join the general section of the server in December.

The 2023 rules at a glance, for those familiar with the concept:

25 Days of Draco and Harry 2023 - Traditional

No changes from prior years. A photo prompt is posted starting at midnight EST 1 December, and you create a work based on that prompt and post before the next day's prompt goes up.

Each of your posts can be part of a larger work or they can stand alone.

25 Days of Draco and Harry 2023 - Early Bird

You receive access to all 25 photo prompts no later than midnight (EST) Sunday, 22 October. This is the same time frame as last year. Hopefully this will give you time to prepare and create for 25 Days before the insanity of December starts.

You will post one work per day for each prompt. This can be a stand-alone story or each day can be a part of a bigger story. We may even get a pod-fic this year of a past 25 Days fic and that would be posted a chapter a day. ♥

The advantages are this:

1) you can use the picture prompts in any order you chose

2) you can start creating early and have many of your posts ready to go before December 1st.

3) you get the prompts all at once so you can pre-plan your story or your use of each day's prompt.

The basic rules of 25 Days of Draco and Harry – Traditional Edition:

The challenge is to write a drabble, ficlet, story (whatever) for the pictures posted each day from 1 Dec to 25 Dec. Your fic for each prompt must be a minimum of 100 words – but there is no maximum. They can be twenty-five one-shots or each one can be a part of a bigger story. Pictures will be posted at midnight EST and you have until the next midnight to complete your work.

Yes, you may combine this with other communities or tumblr prompts.

Your fic does not have to be a story of the picture – you can use a part of the picture or whatever that picture says to you. We're pretty flexible around here.

Traditional Prompts must be used in their posted order. If you fall behind, you can post more than once a day to get caught up. You're also welcome to post as life allows, meaning you don't have to worry about being on time. You can also combine a few days or prompts into one fic/ficlet/drabble/etc. But the true challenge is to post every day for 25 days within the 24-hour time frame.

You do not need to sign-up for the Traditional edition, the prompts will be made available beginning 1 December at midnight EST.

While you're not required to, you are encouraged to add your story to the AO3 collection by adding "25 Days of Draco and Harry 2022" to your submissions, under collections, when you post them to your own AO3 account. A link to the collection will be provided in the official rules post after it has been created.

The basic rules of 25 Days of Draco and Harry – Early-bird Edition:

The sign-up period for Early Bird participants will be from 15 October to 20 October 2023 via AirTable.

After signups close you will be given access to the 25 picture prompts no later than Sunday, 23 October. You may use these prompts in any order you choose – but each prompt may only be used once. The challenge remains to post a daily work from 1 Dec to 25 Dec using one of the provided prompts. Each should be posted between 12 midnight (EST) and 11:59 PM (EST) the next night. For written works, the minimum word count is 100.

While you're not required to, you are encouraged to add your story to the AO3 collection by adding "25 Days of Draco and Harry 2022" to your submissions, under collections, when you post them to your own AO3 account. A link to the collection will be provided in the official rules post after it has been created.

FOR BOTH EARLY BIRD AND TRADITIONAL. IF YOU ARE POSTING INDIVIDUAL STORIES FOR THE 25 PROMPTS, PLEASE CHECK "THIS WORK IS PART OF A SERIES". THIS WILL PUT ALL 25 STORIES TOGETHER UNDER ONE HEADER, RATHER THAN 25 INDIVIDUAL POSTS (which can be difficult to find).

IF YOU ARE POSTING ONE BIG STORY, PLEASE CHECK "THIS WORK HAS MULTIPLE CHAPTERS". AGAIN, FOR THE REASON LISTED ABOVE.

The early bird prompts and the traditional prompts do vary. Some may be used on both but mostly they are two distinct sets of prompts.

If you have any questions, please email the 25 days mod account at potionsgod@gmail.com or DM one of the mods if you're on the Drarry Discord server.

@sassy-cissa and @timothysboxers

[getoutofbednelly]

so the most recent fics I’ve read on my kindle are the first two parts of the time has come today series by teen_dean (@urne-buriall on tumblr I think). and these are so good. I’ll elaborate more in my fic review but I am excited to share the cover I developed for my kindle collection because I really enjoyed going through different iterations of this cover. I’m just posting the cover I landed on for now, but I think I will share some of the other iterations which include design choices that I cut and edited at length(in another post or reblog later).

Fic review, cover design notes and a small disclaimer under the page break:)

fic review: I’m not always one to love casefics, watching cases passively on screen is one thing, but I can’t always immerse myself in a case to keep interest. I’m more one for character dynamics and the dynamics here are so interesting and introspective and funny I can’t get enough.

When it comes to the characterizations the author really nails it too. They are so close to canon that when I inevitably dissociate from atmospheric chemistry seminars and start thinking about supernatural, I can’t remember if something happened in their fic or on screen. I love these characters and teen_dean obviously does too because they treat their characterization so carefully. The cover I designed references scenery and plot points related to the case part of the fic, but I wish I could have incorporated the deep and thoughtful character analysis that is part of this fic.

And the imagery, particularly the west coast imagery, is. so. good. Very rarely am ever I struck with the desire to draw imagery described in writing, but it struck me at multiple times throughout this. most noteably the cas in the orchard paragraph highlighted in one of my pics towards the end of young hearts (will it be my first castiel fan art??? I certainly hope so.) chef’s kiss.

I really thought I would take a break after finishing young hearts, but I wasn’t ready to not know what happened to teen dean and past-cas in the next fic so I’m reading the rules of have changed today now and I have no regrets.

some notes on the cover design: I’m not sure this translates to the end result, but the glowing text of the title/author/everything-else was meant to represent the flickering lights of neon signage you might see in a dive bar. The description of Schaffer’s bar at the beginning and end of the first part is rich and another example of really capturing the feeling of canon (which I should mention is something the author does really well through scenery too). I don’t think I necessarily got the colors right (I initially imagined a larger color palette), but I’m feeling pretty good about the glowing aspect of it. In a print book format, I’d like all of the red to be metallic embossed.

Its very faint, but I included the silhouette of a mountainscape with silhouettes of dark watchers watching in the background. I think you have to zoom in to see them though. So I included a zoomed in image of two of the dark watchers. See if you can spot the other two!!

The last thing I wanted to mention is that I know arimaspians are typically one-eyed (on their heads). I took a creative liberty and put an eye on the hand.

lastly, a disclaimer: I know that teen_dean already has a cover and print typeset for their fic on their page. I just wanted to add my creative twist on it for my kindle collection and wanted to share it with you all :’). I should say explicitly that this was not designed in communication with the fic author. I do not take any credit for the fic (credit to the story goes to the author and characters to the cw). if teen_dean comes across this I especially hope they enjoy it<3, but if for any reason you (teen_dean/urne-buriall) don’t want to be associated with this cover, please contact me and I will take this down.

[asherlockstudy]

Going back to what Link said a few days ago: "I change all the time. I change my opinion about you all the time. Sometimes I wake up thinking one thing and then I talk myself out of it". I might have not quoted it word after word but this was the exact meaning.

I think this quote was heavy with meaning. It is both particular and vague enough to make me certain that it was a genuine statement and not any nonsense Link spat out as a joke. It was particular enough to be a truth and vague enough to be a truth he did not want to explain in more detail.

Rhett interprets it as Link waking up with the urge to kill him with his common sense kicking in later in the day. This was either Rhett coming up quickly with a joke or rather consciously trying to mislead the viewers from the true meaning, which is likely the exact opposite.

In any way you look at it, through conscious statements or unintentional slip-ups, Link has made it clear he loves / cares about Rhett. If we take this into account, Link implying he dislikes Rhett but keeps pretending for the sake of the brand does not make much sense. Besides, this is a joke Link makes quite often which is further proof it is not true at all. And, as stated above, this statement was not really a joke.

These types of jokes along with other things Link has occasionally said seem to stem from a state of constant defensiveness, to the point it turns to passive aggressiveness. Some examples could be statements like: "I can't always be there for you", "I have other friends beside you" or that one time a few years ago Link had implied Rhett takes him too much for granted.

Now, if you are really unavailable or indifferent towards a person, you definitely don't make it clear to them unless they become a burden to you. Those bitter joke-ish statements Link makes are evidence of how much he has invested in Rhett. And his cryptic genuine statement the other day is a sign of truth because it means the exact opposite. Link meant he wakes up thinking positively about Rhett but probably there is something Rhett will typically do during the day that will give Link a wake up call.

Changing your mind about somebody all the time is a sign of love and trust put into somebody. You don't care to change opinions all the time about someone you don't feel strongly about. According to Link, Rhett disappoints him frequently but it is not enough for Link to not keep loving him just as much the following morning.

Then, it's also the notion of Link waking up thinking a certain way about Rhett. This is just a sign of deep love, let alone - how should I put this - not a very platonic one. Link could have said "I change my mind all the time about you because you get on my nerves". But, no, he says "I wake up thinking one way about you, then I talk myself out of it". He thinks about Rhett first thing in the morning and, judging from the statement, he thinks about his feelings for Rhett, not about having to meet him for work and other mundane things.

This reminds me of that time Link was saying he felt a vague anxiety to meet Rhett after a long time being separate in the pandemic and his therapist explained to him that his description fitted more that of excitement than anxiety. If we add these two together, then it seems Link typically wakes up impatient to meet Rhett again and he wakes up with a glorified image of Rhett (or their relationship) in his mind. It is unclear why he talks himself out of it. Is it because he consciously remembers to guard his feelings (mostly for other people)? Or because Rhett typically does something to shake Link out of his daydreams? I think Link means both but mostly the latter, given his frequent bitter passive aggressiveness.

But the next morning Link wakes up once more ready to elope (platonically or not) with Rhett. Whatever happens, Link's love does not falter, which makes him bitter. Link would love to ignite that fear of doubt into Rhett like he feels about him but he is too devoted to him to succeed, that's why he resorts to back handed comments, such as this one. I change my mind all the time about you - don't take me for granted. One day I might wake up and not feel the same anymore.

[melchinafan]

I'm looking around for posts to read up more on alt text/image IDs/etc., trying to figure out what is preferred and how best to handle them. I've recently seen some posts using alt text instead of descriptions in the body of the post, and I remember something about alt text being fiddly for some folks though maybe not for others? But that was a bit ago so maybe there's been a tumblr update that made it better? Still not totally sure on that. (This article is pretty good so far, with clarification and examples of what each type of description is and what they're for. This one is also excellent, with a ton of thorough examples, though it's specifically art-focused. Tumblr-based link hubs I've found include this which has stuff about the why and how for various situations, and this which has even more, for both users and businesses.)

And part of my brain is going "my spoons, there's So Much involved here and AAAA..." (Both because I do try to make my descriptions Accurate and Interesting which takes brainpower to write...and also because I'm reading so much right now that my brain is currently full, so the mere concept of Having Spoons feels absurd at the moment.) But also I think...I think the basic flat starter sentences I keep doing are...what could/should go in the alt text section? (Like, "screenshot from [game]" and "stylized illustration, fanart for [thing].") I'm still reading, but if that's the case, you can chill, brain! We already do the alt text bit, we just gotta put it in a different spot.

It still does cost me spoons to also describe something after I've spent too much time drawing it. But I'm prone to sitting on things for a day before posting them, so I use that sitting time to at least start a description! Which I can then refine before posting, going back and forth between both image and description to double-check each for missed errors/potential improvements. AND sometimes I'm too lazy to pull out my tablet, so I'll start an image as a mouse-based doodle "note" to have the file ready to work on later...so sometimes I'll start the description then, if I've got a good idea of what I plan to have it look like! (Then it's doubly-important that I edit the description before posting, to make sure it matches whatever the actual end result was. But my perfectionism requires double- and triple-checking anyway, so it works out fine.)

Bonus benefit to image descriptions, besides increased accessibility (which is the point, and should be incentive enough to do them): I can indicate little details or intent in my drawings that might not be immediately obvious to everyone. Like, that Disco Elysium fanart I did had the swirling musical lines as a hugely key element that I pondered over and reiterated SO MUCH, trying to visually capture the audio differences I was imagining in every subtle way I could, even though the end result looks very simple. (Respective colors, different line thicknesses, and steady wave vs swooping swirls were obvious to me, but might not be to folks looking at it, yanno? Or they'd get the vibe, but not be able to explain why, so that could help make it "click.") Plus, I used the fuzzy edges and color fadeout as a nod to the Pale, which I also had the chance to add bonus hints about in the description (without having to go "HEY IT'S A REFERENCE" in the post itself). Or like this fanart of Ryou, I got to point out that the lineart placement and lighter areas of color not only served to indicate lighting, but also his slow movement and the fact that he's kind of dissolving. So yeah. Describing my stuff is also a nice little bonus to help everyone get in on what's going through my brain.

[pisoprano]

My current art process (July 2022)

Thought it might be fun to show off some of my (still developing) artistic process since some of the other Miraculous Ladybug comic creators I’m a fan of have done so recently (and I need to work on being my own hype person).

[note: this is all in reference to my ML fan comic Runaway Catwalker, which updates at @runawaycatwalker​ ]

Before I do anything, I write the script.  Since words are cheap, I might write out the same scene/beats out several times coming from various angles to give myself fodder for what I eventually will use in-comic (at least a third of my 43k draft document right now is stuff I’ve already thrown out, and much more of it will be cut as I transition the words to the comic page).  For example, here’s an alternate version of the interaction that takes place on Page 10:

When I’m ready to start working on the next installment, I pull up my comic template and start making sketches to get a feel for the layout.

Earlier on, my sketching process was more deliberately messy, with handwritten text and a larger line weight.  I soon stopped doing this since I realized that I was investing in a version of the comic that wouldn’t exist, so it’s better to just use all the same basic tools regardless of what phase of the process I was in.

This is more how I do my sketches now:

Once I’ve sketched out the full comic page, I start working on the lineart, using the sketch layer as a mostly-transparent guide.  If anything is in the background (or otherwise is complicated), I’ll use multiple lineart layers to keep things separate if I so I can easily adjust things later.

Then I start adding colors. By now, I’ve got a dedicated color palette for all the reoccurring characters (plus some other colors that come in handy) and any variations in shade just come from the fact that my main color layer is at 80% opacity.  In cases where colors might seem complicated (such as Ladybug’s spots, Alya’s shirt, or things with fading colors), I’ll often ink in oversimplified colors for the character that I’ll add details to later.  If the colors are for magic powers or tears, those get their own color layer.

On the occasions when I actually put effort into my backgrounds, I’ll pull up a reference from the Miraculous Ladybug Wiki to use.  Otherwise, I’m usually content to let page’s overall color and/or some vaguely colored blobs do the trick.

At some point, I’ll start adding ovals/rectangles to my Speech Bubbles layer and panel divisions to my Front Panels layer and realize that--no matter how much I tried to account for the room available--I will be covering up something I didn’t mean to and therefore I will have to start moving pictures around and/or figure out how to convey things in fewer words.  I’m usually not entirely happy with the final layout, but I think it’ll be easier to live with now that I’ve decided to now include the version without text bubbles in the Read More of my posts.

Back when I first started making this comic, blissfully unaware that it was about to take over my life, I put additional effort into adding shading.  That was abandoned by page 3.  I’m not even a quarter of the way through what I want to do yet and I’ve been at it since February, so as far as I’m concerned, avoiding shading means I’m saving my sanity in the long run.

The final step (besides actually posting it) is creating the image description for the page.  This usually consists of me copying all the text boxes into a document, fixing any typos, and then trying to describe what I see in each panel.  It’s an interesting exercise for me, as a writer who seldom describes anything in prose, to try to reverse engineer visual storytelling, but I hope it helps people get a better read on what’s going on in the comic.

And that’s it!  Hopefully that was interesting to you, let me know if you have any questions.

[christophermraerdon]

Notion content creation templates: How to get the most out of them

If you’re a content creator, you know how important it is to have a system in place for your work. That’s where Notion comes in. Notion is an all-in-one workspace app that helps you organize your work and get more done. And one of the best features of Notion are the templates. There are templates for everything from blog posts to social media schedules. In this post, we’ll show you how to use notion content creation templates to get the most out of them.

Notion content creation templates are easy to use and can help you save time by having a pre-made structure for your work.To use a template, simply click on the template icon in the left sidebar and select the template you want to use. Once you’ve selected a template, you can customize it to fit your needs by adding or removing sections, changing colors, or adding images.

Once you’ve customized yourtemplate, be sure to save it soyou can access it again later. You can also share your template with others so they can use it too! Simply click onthe Share button in the top right corner and enter their email addressess when prompted

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If you’re like most bloggers, the thought of starting from scratch every time you sit down to write can be a bit daunting. That’s where using templates can come in handy. By having a template (or several) that you can rely on for each blog post, you can take some of the pressure off and make the writing process much easier.

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Conclusion

The biggest takeaway from using a content creation template is that it allows you to be more organized and efficient in your work. By having all of your information in one place, you can easily access it and make changes as needed. This will save you time in the long run and help you to produce better quality content.

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[percontaion-points]

Covet chapters 36-39

Click to see the rest of the snark & image descriptions

Chapter 36

I have absolutely no idea what I’m supposed to say to that, so I just smile and nod. This mate thing—even if we’re just friends—is surprisingly hard work. But, also, not.

Chapter 36 summary: The next day, Grace tries to ask Hudson more about the crown at the library. He says he doesn’t know much, but Grace said it sounded like he did last night. He insists that his dad is obsessed with it, and much of that knowledge he picked up via osmosis. 

He then kind of tries to get back to their ethics assignment, but Grace gets angry with him. He kind of provokes a fight by insisting that he’s answered all of her questions, while she says that he knows exactly what she’s talking about when she says that he’s “closing her out”. They fight about this until Grace slams the book closed and storms out.

Hudson follows after her, but when they get back to her room, she says that he doesn’t have permission to enter. However, the fool that he is, keeps trying to get in until there’s painful welts all over his body. Grace feels bad for him and tends to him. 

He says that he's been feeling kind of put out since last night, when she kicked everybody out of her room. She says that she was overwhelmed with too many vampires mansplaining things to her. Hudson goes on to say that he kind of misses from when he was in Grace’s head, but not at the same time.��

Chapter 37

But he doesn’t walk away, and he doesn’t ignore what I said. Instead, he looks down at me with those dark eyes of his, eyes that are anything but cold and removed, and answers, “Too fucking much.”

Chapter 37 summary: Later, as Grace is leaving class, she texts her friend Heather, who is obviously still in California. Grace feels bad that she had originally asked Heather to come up to Alaska over spring break, but pushed that off until graduation. But with Cyrus' presence there, she can’t have Heather there as well. So she makes a paper thin excuse, and Heather gets offended and stops responding. 

As Grace walks towards the lake, she sees Jaxon. Things are painful and awkward between them, and Grace accidentally asks what happened between them. 

Chapter 38

“Cyrus is calling in favors left and right and getting angrier if those favors aren’t delivered at the moment he demands them. The Circle is decimated—the witches and dragons have aligned against the vampires and wolves.”

I have no idea why nobody is siding with the vampires! None whatsoever! /ALL THE SARCASM

Because every student in the entryway and common room is frozen in anticipation as three wolves move in on Hudson in an ever-tightening circle.

Chapter 38 summary: Grace then changes the topic and starts to complain about how she feels like she’s drowning in schoolwork that she’s being expected to catch up on in order to graduate on time. Her main source of ire is history class. She obviously knows the human side of history, but now she’s learning that there’s this whole other side. And she’s expected to know all of it in simply a few more weeks. 

They then begin to talk about the looming war that’s being spurred on by Cyrus. Granted, Jaxon doesn’t say as much, but he might as well have. Things are bad, and Cyrus is intentionally making things worse. Jaxon wants to go out and find the crown. He thinks that it’s silly, but he dislikes the thought of Hudson (and Grace by extension) being in prison even more than the thought of going on a potential wild goose chase. 

They say their goodbyes and part ways. But inside the school, Grace finds a couple of werewolves about ready to throw-down with Hudson. 

Chapter 39

This time, both brows are up as he glances down at his shoulder. “Does mange run in your family?” he asks as he brushes a tuft of wolf fur off his shoulder. “Because if it doesn’t, you might want to see someone about that.” 

All three wolves growl this time, so loud that the sound reverberates through the room.

Teachers? Lol who are they?!

And then, to add insult to a whole heap of injury, he pats the guy on the head and says, “Good doggy,” before dusting his hands off and walking straight toward me.

Chapter 39 summary: Grace naturally wants to jump in to save her mate, but Jaxon has come back and physically restrains her. Tells her that jumping in now would only make the situation worse. 

So Grace is forced to watch as Hudson taunts the wolves until they finally snap. It takes up too much page time, without anything of importance actually happening; it’s maddening. Finally, one of the wolves draws blood from Hudson, which prompts him to finally attack. He physically lifts one of the wolves and swings him like a bat into the others. But then he doesn’t drop the boy, and slams him into the wall. Again, where the fuck are the teachers? The thing continues on for a while beyond this, but Hudson makes it seem like child’s play, and that he has better things to be doing. 

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NCT 127 Reaction: you moaning their name in your sleep

Pairings | Nct 127 x Reader

Genre | smut (more suggestive than anything but some are questionable), fluff

Warnings | SMUT!!! Do not read if you are underaged!!!! Also slight somnophilia.

Word Count | 4.6k

Author’s Note | I did a reaction like this for NCT Dream, but I decided to do the same reaction for 127 just because I thought it'd be fun. I, however, did not redo Mark's and Haechan's because I was simply too lazy too so there's will be the same (I do apologize). Also, I'd like to add that NCT Dream's was smuttier than this one. This reaction is really more suggestive, but there are a few members that get a little more descriptive. I hope you enjoy! I apologize for the images with Jungwoo - Haechan. Dumblr was acting up again and I didn't have the patience to fuck with it.

Tagging | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon

Taeyong

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Coming home late was always normal for Taeyong. Being the leader of such a big group, he was always the first one up in the morning and the last to leave schedules. With the new comeback on the rise, he was coming home even later than usual.

Oftentimes, when he returned home, he’d find you awake, sitting on the couch watching whatever came on the television. Recently though, he was coming home to find you already asleep, curled up on your side of the bed, arms encircling a pillow with one of his shirts over it. Tonight was no different.

He was quick to shower and return to the bedroom. It was already 2am and, though he’d not have a schedule until tomorrow afternoon, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. Sleep was necessary for that, and as such, he clambered into bed as quietly as possible, sliding up behind your body and draping an arm around your waist before burrowing his face in the pillow, begging sleep to claim him soon.

However, he was quickly caught off guard when a small noise left you, your body moving slightly against him.

He looked over at you, lifting his head.

“(Y/N)?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t respond and he pressed his head back against his pillow, thinking it was his imagination or just a sigh leaving your lips.

“Taeyong…” his name spilled from your lips in a breathy moan, and he knew he heard it this time.

His cock stirred in his sleep shorts and he pressed his pelvis a little closer to your bottom, pulling a grunt from your throat before you stirred awake.

“Tae?” you asked, voice hazy with sleep.

“Yes my love?” he whispered back in a sultry tone.

“You're sticking me in the ass.”

“I know.”

You could hear the smirk in your voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Practice make you horny?” you asked.

“Nope. You moaning my name in your sleep did.”

Your face heated up and you buried your face in his pillows. You knew exactly what he was talking about, even if you didn’t remember moaning out loud.

“Now, why don’t you tell me exactly what I was doing so we can pick up where your dream left off,” he smirked.

A small squeak left your lips, but you weren’t about to complain.

“Your cock felt so good inside me…” you breathed.

His smirk grew as you rolled over to look at him.

“Good thing I’m hard and ready for you then,” he winked.

Taeil

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It never ceased to surprise Taeil just how quickly you could fall asleep in any situation it seemed. Currently, you were sitting on a rather uncomfortable couch with your head on his shoulder, snoring quietly in his ear as Donghyuck recording finished the last few verses of his parts, Taeyong sitting at the controls beside the techy. You had fallen asleep somewhere along Johnny and Yuta’s recording sessions and hadn’t moved much since.

Taeil smiled down at you fondly. His shoulder might have fallen asleep twenty minutes earlier, but he’d never dare move and disturb your slumber. Especially when you looked so adorable against him. Even if it was a little awkward with you laying on him in a room full of his members. That awkwardness grew, however, the second a breathy moan escaped your lips.

“What was that?” Mark asked, spinning around in his seat, eyes wide and looking in every direction of the room.

Taeil’s ears tinted pink and he squirmed nervously as he caught Yuta’s smirk in the corner of his eye.

“Maybe you should take (Y/N) home,” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and looking all too suggestive.

The pink turn to red and Taeil tried to hide his face in your hair when his blood ran cold.

“Taeil,” you moaned softly, but not quiet enough that the others didn’t hear.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Johnny grinned. “I think Taeil’s right! You should take her home.”

The plan had been for you to go out to dinner with the boys once they’d finished rehearsing, but that seemed to be dashed along the rocks now. The boys wouldn’t be able to stop cackling at your expense if you still went out with them and you’d likely never want to show your face around them again if you found out what happened.

“Take her home, hyung. And, word of advice, don’t tell her what happened. It will only mortify her,” Taeyong’s wise words voice what Taeil had just been thinking and he nodded stifely.

“(Y/N),” he called softly.

You shuffled against him but didn’t respond until he shook your shoulder lightly.

“Hm?” you asked sleepily.

“Come on baby. You fell asleep. Let’s go home and get some more rest,” he spoke as calmly as he could under the suggestive smirks of Johnny and Yuta.

“But what about dinner?” you inquired, biting back a yawn as you glanced up at him.

“Uh… They decided not to go…” Taeil responded, sweating beading his forehead at the lie.

“Oh… ok,” you accepted the answer.

You snuggled more against Taeil slightly before pulling yourself from his warmth and standing from the couch, stretching out.

“Can we go back to my apartment?” you offered.

A whistle left Jaehyun’s lips and you turned to glance at him in confusion before Taeil was ushering you out of the room, shooting a dirty glare at his dongsaeng.

“You know, I had the most amazing dream,” you muttered as Taeil closed the recording room door.

“Oh really?” Taeil deadpanned, eager to get you out of the building.

Johnny

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Johnny loved going on tour with his bandmates and performing for their fans across the globe, but it was never easy to leave you behind for such long periods of time. While you both skyped most every night, it just wasn’t the same without you snuggled against his chest and no matter how many times Donghyuck crawled in bed with him and cuddled him in the same way, it would never be the same.

When the tour finally ended, he was sad he wouldn’t be performing across the globe any longer, but he was so excited to see you again. As the van pulled in front of your apartment building, Johnny bid goodbye to the members that would be heading back to the dorm, thanking the manager for dropping him at your place, before climbing out, grabbing his bag to haul with him. He didn’t wait for the van to pull off before walking into the dimly lit lobby, casting a small smile at the slightly confused overnight manager sitting at the front desk. He flashed a copy of your key, earning a disinterested nod before heading for the elevator and pressing the button for your floor.

It was late. You’d no doubt be asleep, but he didn’t mind as long as he woke up in the morning with you in his arms.

As the elevator dinged, he got out and walked down the hallway as quietly as possible before reaching your door. He pushed the key into the hole and made his way inside. He left his luggage in the living room, afraid the wheels would wake you, so he opted to store it away in the morning. He stripped off his clothes leaving them laying on the couch and padded into the dark bedroom where you were, sure enough, sound asleep on his side of the bed.

He cooed at the sight, but he passed the bed and headed for the bathroom to wash his face before bed when your sweet voice met his ears.

“Johnny,” you moaned quietly.

It would have been inaudible if there was another noise in the apartment.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart, I’ll be there soon,” he reassured.

This appeased you, or so he thought, until his name was tumbling from your lips again.

He peaked out from the bathroom, raising an eyebrow in confusion until he saw your body writhe and roll over.

“Johnny,” the moan was whiner this time.

A smirk grew across Johnny’s face and any sense of exhaustion immediately left his body. He padded across the floor to the bed, standing over your still moving form and grinned.

“Baby,” he called in a soothing tone.

You stirred but didn’t wake.

“Wake up baby girl.”

This time, your eyes slowly opened, meeting his.

“Johnny? You’re back!” you cried, moving to sit up.

He didn’t allow that though, instead, moving down on top of you, hovering over your body.

“How many times have you called out for me in the middle of the night without me hear to satisfy you?” he whispered softly.

Heat crept up your neck and you turned away from him, but he guided your eyes back to his.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he spoke calmly.

“Too many,” you answered with a small whine.

He hummed, nodding at your statement as he gripped the comforter, pulling it down from your body.

“Let’s start easing your discomfort,” he smirked, bending down to capture your lips in a heated, desirous kiss.

Yuta

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It was absolutely not uncommon for Yuta to wake up before you in the morning with his dick painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers and a conundrum of either waking you up to help him or letting you sleep.

Most of the time, he was nice and stroked himself to completion in the shower while you slept. Other times, if he was desperate enough, he’d wake you up and ask for anything you were willing to give. Which usually lead to him fucking your mouth.

Today was no different. His eyes opened with the sunlight that bled through the bedroom curtains, his body feeling rested. His cock straining against the tight fabric of the underwear he’d been wearing because no matter how many times he begged, you refused to sleep next to him if he was completely naked. He let out a small groan. It got old being horny and having to make an important decision so early in the day. Sometimes he wished he could just control his dick’s hardness and make things easier. Today, however, seemed to be his lucky day.

“Yuta…” you moaned, body rolling over slightly.

Yuta glanced over at you, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, my love?” he asked.

When he received no response, he rolled over to face you, hand moving to rest on your shoulder.

“Yuta,” you moaned a little louder this time.

His dick twitched in his pants.

“Don’t tease me so early baby, it isn’t nice,” he complained, trailing his fingers along the bare skin of your arm.

Again, he received no response.

He pursed his lips, eyes trailing over your body. You looked asleep but you sure sounded awake. Could you be teasing him because you knew he was horny? Could you actually be asleep? Could you be moaning his name in your sleep from a wet dream?

It proved the latter was the case as your hips suddenly jerked forward, a quiet mewl leaving your lips. The kind of sound that you made only when his lips were attached to your clit.

A smirk grew across his face and he leaned in close to your body to press his mouth against his ear.

“If you like what I’m doing in your dreams, wake up and we’ll make it a reality,” he whispered huskily.

Your eyes flew open almost instantly, lips parted as you took in a deep breath, your body shaking ever so slightly.

“Yuta?” you questioned.

“Hm?” he grunted, raising a teasing eyebrow as you turned to look at him.

“Eat me out.”

It was neither demand nor plea, and while Yuta would usually make you beg for him, he was feeling a little generous this morning.

“As you wish,” he winked, head disappearing beneath the blankets.

Doyoung

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Doyoung’s eyes cracked open blearily in the pitch black room, a scowl adorned on his lips as he glanced at the red letters flashing on the alarm clock. He had no idea what had woken him up from such a peaceful, much needed rest, but whatever it was seemed to have no effect on your figure lying curled into his side sweetly.

He sighed, jealousy at your uninterrupted sleep and the thought of possibly waking you up crossed his mind. However, you were even more cranky than he was when woken up in the dead of the night. If he woke you up for no good reason other than to make you suffer with him, he wouldn’t hear the end of it for the next month.

He sighed, rolling onto his side, careful not to disturb you as he moved. He curled his legs behind yours and draped an arm over your middle, letting out a soft sigh as his body relaxed against the mattress, eyes closing as sleep began overtaking him again. However, right as sleep began knocking on his door, he was roused again by the same noise that woke him to begin with.

A small, breathy moan that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“Doyoung,” your voice whispered.

It sounded odd. Too shaky and breathy to be the voice of someone who’d just woken up, but he answered nonetheless.

“Hmm?” he asked quietly.

He waited a moment for you to respond, but when he was met with silence, he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.

Silence met his ears again and he began to think that maybe he was hearing things when his name tumbled from your lips again, but this time, he knew exactly what had woken him up.

“Doyoung…” you moaned quietly, head digging into the pillow, your body shuddering slightly against him.

Part of him wanted to take you up and kick you out of bed, but he couldn’t deny the feeling your breathy moans stirred inside him. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you suffer in silence.

“(Y/N),” he whispered into the night.

No response. Instead, your back arched against his chest and he grit his teeth.

“(Y/N),” he called a bit louder.

This time, your voice hummed in response.

“Wake up so we can fuck,” he demanded.

You groaned in distaste.

“Go jack off in the bathroom.”

“And leave my girlfriend to get off in her dreams?” he asked, voice pitched higher, teasing.

You rolled over, eyes now wide and alert as you gawked at him.

“How did you know that?!” you hissed.

“Well when your moaning wakes me up, it’s kind of hard to miss,” he replied almost sarcastically.

You let out an embarrassed squeak that was silenced as his lips met yours in a piercing kiss.

“Now tell me, are we going back to sleep and pretending this didn’t happen or are we going to fuck until we’re satisfied and then sleep in in the morning?” he asked.

You took a moment to answer, almost as though you were weighing your options.

“Fuck me daddy.”

Jaehyun

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Sleep was something that had always come so naturally to Jaehyun that he had no idea what to do as he lay awake staring at the ceiling as you snored quietly beside him. He didn’t want to say he was jealous as you snoozed so soundly, practically dead to the world as your eyelids flickered with whatever dream you were having, but you just looked so peaceful while he struggled to put Donghyuck’s words out of his mind.

“Have any you ever tried 69ing with your partner?” the younger man had asked randomly earlier that day as the members and their significant others had sat down to eat lunch at a restaurant.

When everyone responded with questioning eyes with the exception of Johnny who’d likely educated him on the subject.

“It’s when you both give oral at the same time! Not only do you get to eat your partner out, but you also get to stuff her mouth and gag her with your own cock that she’s practically choking on as she moans! It’s so hot!” he had insisted.

Taeyong had scolded him for such talk, especially at the table, and everyone had sense tried to put it out of their minds, but Jaehyun just couldn’t. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was you choking on him, teas falling down your cheeks as he drove you to your third orgasm with just his mouth.

His body shuddered. Oh how he wanted to see you writhing as you struggled to get him off the same way he got you off. To see you squirm and moan and choke and-

“Jaehyun,” your breathless voice moaned, bringing the male back from his imagination, eyes glancing at your still sleeping body.

Had he imagined hearing you? Perhaps he had, thinking too much about how you’d sound choking on him-

“Jaehyun,” you moaned again, voice stretching out the syllables of his name in a drawn out whine.

He definitely heard that!

“Babe?” he asked quietly.

When you didn’t respond, he kept his eyes on you, waiting to see if you showed any other sign of being awake, but when a small snore left you, he let out a small sigh.

“Wistful thinking, Jaehyun,” he muttered to himself.

“Not so wistful,” your voice answered.

He jumped so hard at the sudden intrusion into his spoken aloud thoughts that he felt as though he’d jolted right out of his skin.

“You’re awake?!” he croaked, heart thundering in his chest.

“Mm.” you responded, resting your head on his arm and glancing up at him, your eyes lighting up in the darkness.

“Did I wake you?” he asked.

You shook your head and he let out a sigh of relief.

“The thought of your cock down my throat and your lips on my clit did.”

He choked on his own saliva, eyes wide. Had you been dreaming about the same thing he’d been thinking?!

“You wanna try it?”

“Hell yeah!” you responded, kicking off the blanket.

Sleep was overrated when you two could be doing much more exciting things.

Jungwoo

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It had been a long day. Almost unbearably long. So when you both had walked through the threshold of your apartment, Jungwoo didn’t blame you for immediately pulling him to the bedroom and plopping down on the bed, falling asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. Jungwoo, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep quite as fast.

With so many exhausting dance practices and constantly moving from one place to the next, his body had gotten used to staying up extremely late and waking up just as early the next morning. In fact, it had come to the point of almost calling himself an insomniac as he always struggled to shut his body down enough to get a few measly hours of sleep. This week off was hopefully going to help with that, but his first night on break was going to do nothing for his sleep schedule if he didn’t wind himself down as effectively as possible.

He stripped off his clothing, dropping them in your hamper by the sink in the bathroom before starting a warm shower and stepping inside. The water worked wonderfully on his muscles and he could feel himself relaxing, his mind becoming hazy as his body slumped against the shower wall.

It wasn’t often that he got the luxury of hot showers. He usually squeezed a shower in after practice after six other people had gone ahead of him. By that point, most of the hot water was long gone and he was left to shiver in the icy, moving in and out as quickly as possible. Tonight, however, the heat felt amazing. So amazing, in fact, that he felt his cock stir. The warmth of the water had, apparently, reminded his dick of your warm, moist walls and how snuggly they held him between them.

His shower ended not long after that. He didn’t bother jacking off. He wouldn’t be able to cum like he did with you, anyways, so there really wasn’t much point. Instead, he dressed in a pair of soft, fuzzy pajamas that you must have laid out for him earlier in the day and crawled into bed beside your sleeping body, casting you a soft smile as he got comfortable on his side, letting his eyes drift closed.

He still couldn’t sleep. But at least he was relaxed and comfortable. That had to account for something. And eventually he’d fall asleep.

“Jungwoo,” your voice mumbled incoherently.

“Did I wake you?” Jungwoo questioned in the darkness, eyes opening to glance at your still figure.

“Jungwoo,” your voice sounded again, except this time, it sounded like a-

A gasp tore past your lips and Jungwoo sat up straight, eyes scanning your body for whatever could possibly be making you make that noise.

“Oh Jungwoo,” you moaned, hips slowly beginning to grind against the air.

Pink seeped to Jungwoo’s ears. Y-you were…

Something in your dream must have snapped you awake because not five seconds later, you were sucking in a deep breath and looking around you, flustered as your eyes met his.

“Nice dream?” Jungwoo choked out.

You squirmed nervously, fidgeting with your fingers under the blanket.

“I-I… yeah,” you mumbled.

Jungwoo didn’t respond. His tongue felt tied to the roof of his mouth as he replayed your actions in his mind, his dick growing harder in his pants the more you thought about it.

“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled finally, breaking the silence.

Your eyes met his again, sympathy painting your features.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Yes. Ride me,” he answered.

You certainly had no problem with that.

Mark

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Mark winced when the bathroom door slammed closed behind him. He had meant to close it gently, but as he clung to the towel around his waist, he seemed to have lost his hold on the door.

Nervously, he cast a glance in your direction, sighing when it appeared that you hadn’t even rolled over. It was late and he’d just gotten home. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up, for a multitude of reasons. One of them being you scolding him for staying out with the Dreamies so late. He just couldn’t help it. He felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever.

He padded across the floor to his dresser to grab a pair of boxers when he heard you shift under the blankets, his name falling from your lips in a whisper.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called, thinking you were awake.

When you didn’t respond, he thought you’d simply fallen back to sleep, that is, until a breathy moan stopped him dead in his tracks.

“(Y/N)?”

“Of fuck! Mark!” you called out, louder this time.

His mouth ran dry as spun around, eyes wide as they scanned your silhouette under the comforter. Your hips were moving, grinding against nothing, your fingers delicately clutching the top blanket as you threw your head back and moaned again.

Fuck…

Mark could feel his member hardening as he watched your body writhe on the bed, caught up in whatever dream Mark was doing. And damn, dream Mark seemed to be doing a damn good job.

“Mark please!” you begged, eyes still closed tightly.

Mark swallowed thickly, now torn between waking you up and fucking you senseless or simply getting himself off and waiting until morning to make your dream a reality. However as your eyes suddenly flew open, his question was answered for him.

“Mark?” you asked breathlessly.

A smirk crawled onto Mark’s face as he sat down on the edge of the bed, hand finding your thigh under the blankets.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered.

He let the towel drop from his body.

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned before diving under the blankets.

He pushed your thighs apart and pressed a kiss to your clit, making you jolt and whine before kissing up your body.

“How about you tell me what I was doing to you in your dream?” he asked, smirking.

You looked away as embarrassment crept up, but he caught your jaw, making you look at him.

“Tell me.”

“Y-you were eating me out, but you wouldn’t let me cum,” you whined.

His smirk only grew.

“Maybe we’ll have to try that next time,” he said before pressing his member into your heat, making your back arch off the bed in desire.

Haechan

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Sleep was hard to come by for Lee Donghyuck. One would think that after multipe schedules with multiple units he’d be completely tuckered out and seconds from sleep by the time he finally got home, which was partially true.

He was exhausted, but he wasn’t sleepy. Not yet at least. After so many schedules, dance practices specifically, he was wired, energy and adrenaline continuously pumping through his veins. It was his hope that taking a hot shower would wash away the energy and allow him to get some sleep, but as he settled into bed beside your sleeping body, he couldn’t keep away the wiggles.

He squirmed this way and that, but he tried not to move so much he woke you up.

“Hyuck…” your voice groaned.

He paused in his movements, stilling completely as he waited for you to chastise his movements and tell him to sleep on the couch if he couldn’t be still, something he was seriously considering, but when no other words left your lips, he just assumed you were sleep talking like you did at times. Except this time, instead of muttering something else incoherent, a low moan escaped your throat, making Donghyuck’s blood freeze momentarily.

When he did roll over, it was to smirk at your sleeping for, eyebrow raised as he waited for more of his favorite sounds to escape your perfect lips.

With another moan, Donghyuck was on you, hovering over your body as if he expected you to wake up any moment and give him that teasing grin you knew would get you in trouble. However, when you didn’t move, your still as relaxed as a sleeping person’s, he sighed. You weren’t awake. But… That didn’t mean he couldn’t wake you up.

Under the blankets, he shifted his body until his hips where between your spreak thighs. No more sounds had left your mouth and, for a moment, Donghyuck almost felt guilty about wanting you, however, as his cock strained against his too tight boxers, he knew he wasn’t about to use his hand to get himself off, especially not when you and your dreams had caused his issues to begin with.

“Babe.” he whispered, lowering his hips onto yours, pressing his clothed member against your underwear-clad core.

You didn’t respond, head lulling to the side.

Again, Donghyuck toyed with the thought of leaving you to sleep, feeling almost like a creep for being on top of you while you were sleeping, but as your back arched and a loud gasp left your lips, it was game over.

“Right there Hyuck!” you moaned out.

“(Y/N) Wake up!” he snapped, admittedly a little louder than he meant to.

Your eyes snapped open, immediately shrieking at the boy on top of you.

“What are you doing?!” you hissed.

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

Embarrassment crept onto your face, pulling a smirk onto Donghyuck’s.

“W-what?”

“Do you want to continue your dream?”

With a nod, Donghyuck made haste removing your clothes before pressing himself into your heat, drawing a long moan from your lips as you were finally filled.

[solomonish]

selfless (to a fault?) [demon brothers]

CW: allusions to past toxic relationships. minor description of injury in beel’s. belphie’s is a bit sad (happy ending! just melancholic vibes) and alludes to chapter 16.

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Lucifer

Honestly, he'd be a tough one to get to allow you to do anything for him. You know, the whole avatar of pride thing….and he also just generally has a habit of holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thinks - no, he knows he can handle everything on his own

If he's letting you in enough to help him - not only trusting you enough to think the tasks he delegates to you will be done to his liking, but allowing you to help and opening up the possibility that he might be risking his image of perfection - he can only expect you'll let him do the same for you. It's like your own special love language, right?

He does NOT like how jumpy you are about the subject. At first, he's miffed. Do you not think he can do the task to your liking? Has he given off the false impression that he cannot take any more work than he already has? Was your offer to help not based on affection, but pity??? It really ruffles his feathers.

He's the type to confront you head-on. At first, his voice is harsh because he's talked himself into thinking you've offended him, but when you start backing away and trying to dodge the conversation, apologies falling from your mouth about how the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, he softens. He doesn’t understand yet, but something is upsetting you and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

Not one who would pester you about opening up to him, but the sooner you do, the more of a show of good faith it is. He’ll trust your word entirely regardless, but it does a lot to soothe the upset of his own creation if you come back to explain sooner rather than later. After all, being vulnerable is perhaps Lucifer’s greatest show of love - it does not go unnoticed when you do the same.

Doing his best to talk through a solution is act of kindness #1 - and it helps you adjust a little since you worked with him rather than completely handed him the reins. He starts off his own plan to help you out by bringing in things he was already going to do for himself - offering you coffee when he gets his own, for example. He uses the fact that you’d feel bad for refusing against you for a little bit, but he means well!

You might notice him going softer on you for just a little bit - don’t say anything about it. He’s worried that he gave off the impression of using things against you because of how much of a disciplinarian he is. Besides, the two of you normally don’t get into arguments (he doesn’t have the time to let things simmer - if he’s that upset about something, he’ll try to address it immediately), so he doesn’t really know how else to change his behavior. He just hopes that allowing you the opportunity to open up to him again, should you need it, will alleviate the feeling that he’d ever use your kindness against you.

Mammon

The first time you stiffened up after he tried to help you, he thought you were crazy. Lucifer had just given you a punishment for one of his schemes that you took the fall for (and he still isn’t sure why Lucifer let you take the fall when it was obviously Not You), and you insisted that you could do it by yourself! He wasn’t too keen on cleaning every window in the House of Lamentation himself, so he left soon after placing the offer, but his time was spent mindlessly wondering about you.

The next time was shortly after, when you came into his room and crashed on his bed. He offered you a hand massage, although he did it in a very muttered voice with dark cheeks - and you said no again! Forget being offended that the romantic hand-holding idea he totally didn’t get from a magazine he was reading waiting for you (that would’ve somehow ended in disaster anyway) wouldn’t play out - he was getting worried.

He doesn’t bring anything up immediately, but he worries about you and watches you intently. Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you, and he flips out when you ask him what’s up. The only clue Mammon gathers is that you don’t seem to be angry with him, so what’s up? He’s used to his backwards advances working against him, but he’s making a genuine effort here!

He finally gets pent up in his frustration and asks you head-on. Mammon isn’t known for his tact - “Oi, why won’t you just let me take over once in a while? Cut yerself a break, MC!” - but there’s a certain...desperate tinge to his voice that makes you realize he really does care (and is driving himself crazy trying to figure things out on his own). When you DO finally tell him, he sort of deflates and his voice goes to that softer, more genuine tone.

“H-hey, I would never do that kind of thing to ya…” He starts shuffling in place, kicking at rocks (if there are any) and you realize he kinda looks like a kid. “You do so much for everyone, and it makes me feel real good inside. I just wanna make you feel that, too. Besides, we don’t need TWO cranky workaholics in the house. Lucifer is plenty.”

He knows one moment of honesty isn’t going to fix your entire way of thinking, but he goes right back to his blatant offers after that. Maybe if he desensitizes you to it, you’ll feel less weird about accepting his help! It doesn’t work, so he shifts to little things. Catch him running across classrooms as soon as you’re dismissed so he can grab your textbooks to carry for you off the desk before you can. 

Once he realizes you’re more receptive to him helping you, he’s ready to breathe a sigh of relief and be annoying about it again. Generosity doesn’t come easy to him, okay? Besides, he’s The Great Mammon! You should’ve known he’d be better than any other guy you’ve been with!

Leviathan

Of COURSE you wouldn’t want someone like him to help you out. He’d probably mess it up, anyway…

Seriously, Leviathan is very sensitive to rejection, so the moment you politely decline any offers to help he backs up about a thousand miles and sulks when you’re not around. It’s hard for him to get out of his own head, and he’s so ready for you to just tell him what everybody else is thinking and how much he sucks…

It dawns on him, though, that you never gave up on him when he pushed you away. It’s totally not poggers sucky of him to just give up on you like that. You’re his henry! You’re his s/o! He’s totally ready to fight any boss for you!! …..after he levels up a little more.

Levi spends a TON of time looking up ways to talk to you, one-on-one. He isn’t good with emotions like this but he is capable of them and having deep, serious talks. It shouldn’t MATTER that his research material is a bunch of feel-good romance anime scenes that he based his most recent Top 10 OTPs of the season post on! 

Surprisingly enough, he brings it up relatively smoothly one night when you’re chilling in his room and he’s playing some relaxing simulator. You’re complaining about the things you have to do in the morning, and when there’s a lull in your conversation Leviathan turns and tentatively asks, “Hey...why don’t you try letting me help you out?” He can feel your refusal before it comes so he hurriedly adds “Please! I just- you stress yourself out so much and what good am I if I can’t even help you at all?”

Is it his impassioned plea for you to let him in? Is it his willingness to obviously step out of his comfort zone? Have your walls just conveniently crumbled at this moment? Whatever it is, you don’t have it in you to reject him when he’s so open about wanting to help you (and the pain it’s caused him not to). Either way, you sigh and give him a few, small tasks that you think you both could manage him having and he swears to do them well!!

Truly opening up to him about the reason why you were so hesitant on letting him help takes a while, and he doesn’t exactly pick up on it himself. Once you do tell him, though, in your journey to help yourself let him in, he holds you a little tighter and mumbles that he’ll never do that to you. Levi knows better than anyone that words can only mean so much, but he’s grateful for the chance to prove it to you. He won’t let his Henry down!

Satan

Satan is perceptive, and he knows how to talk about emotions. He might even have suspicious about the root cause before you even think about letting him know what’s up. He’s already started doing a few things for you - carrying each other’s books, for example. Small acts of kindness to get the both of you through the day.

However, one thing Satan isn’t good with…..is dealing with emotions head-on.

He spends so much time keeping his own under lock and key! After doing his best to keep the most calm, analytical front he can, Satan tends to uh….forget about the emotional part of emotions.

So. When he asks why you won’t let him reciprocate in the relationship, attempting to display that he just wants the two of you to be on equal ground and he is worried about you, he sort of comes off...as cold. And like he’s accusing you of feeling a certain way. He definitely presents it as “I’ve noticed you feel x and i think y would be helpful for us to fix it” rather than “how are you feeling? What is causing you trouble? How can i offer assistance in a way that translates well to you?” And if that doesn’t bring back some memories…

He feels awful, and at the end of it all you’re crying (or presenting your stress and bad memories however you normally do) and he still doesn’t know how to fix things. Counterintuitively, he looks through his books for an answer, and it takes him a few days to realize that’s what got him into this mess.

So he goes to you directly and, albeit a little clumsily, apologizes and asks what he can do to help you through this. You say that’s just the problem - you don’t want his help - and he sits next to you and just asks why? The two of you wind up talking for hours, sitting next to each other and just...really talking. You aren’t the only one feeling vulnerable - Satan is talking about his emotions full-on rather than through a scientific lens and it makes him just as nervous as you are.

Satan doesn’t get into arguments with you. He runs from the possibility because he’s worried about what his wrath could do to you. But he promises you that he could never hold anything against you, especially something like asking him for help. It’s an honor that you let him this close, and he can only return the favor in kind. He hopes you have enough faith to believe in him until he has the opportunity to prove it beyond a doubt.

Asmodeus

Asmo does things for people without asking. He gives unsolicited makeup and relationship advice, he offers to touch-up any products you may have on, he lends you clothes just because he felt like he should…

The thing is, Asmo will start before you even have a chance to ask him to stop. He’ll start before you’re even wondering if you like him. And at first, you’re ok with it. Well, you’re not, but you can decide he’s just testing the waters or that this is some weird demon way to earn your friendship or tell you he considers you a friendly presence, like cats. But it still rubs you the wrong way.

However, Asmo always notices that you...aren’t receiving it the way he wants you to. He invites you out and leaves you an outfit on your bed, and you come out wearing something entirely different. He leaves you a bouquet of flowers, and suddenly the dining room has a new bouquet in the center of it. (and you always avoid his gaze during those dinners, which is totally weird.) It’s almost like you’ve recognized the face he makes when he’s about to touch up your makeup, because you pull out a pocket mirror and check yourself over before he even has a chance to!

Are you leading him on? He doesn’t think so, but you are quite literally the only person he can’t literally charm the pants off of, and he isn’t quite sure how to navigate the signals you’re giving him. You seem fine with the relationship - it felt pretty genuine to him, and you looked thrilled when he made the romantic moves on you - so what was going on?

He finally caves and asks when he’s going through your wardrobe, sifting through it with you on the bed to make room for a shopping spree the two of you had been planning, and sees all the outfits he’d bought you hanging, still in their outfit bags. Some of the bags even had DUST on them!

He turns around and puts on a gentle voice. Though Asmo doesn’t know what’s happening, he can feel the air in the room shift and he knows he’s encroaching on some sensitive territory. “Hey, do you not like when I give you gifts? I haven’t been able to understand what’s been bothering you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

He does NOT like the way you turn your face away from him, but he sits a respectable distance away and keeps his hands in his lap. Asmo is as good at genuine advice as he is at gossip, so it isn’t hard for him to get you comfortable enough to open up to him. You don’t have to tell him everything at once - he’ll listen to whatever you’re willing to tell him, letting you lean against him when you’re ready.

Asmo is known for being petty, but you bring out sides of him nobody knew were there. He’ll swear up and down that he’d never turn your good heart against you - after all, it’s one of the many things he loves about you - but he does understand where you’d get that impression. If you’ll let him prove it to you, he will - and he’ll start by only pestering you to let him buy one outfit for you on that shopping spree!

Beelzebub

Listen. Beel is a generous soul (for a demon) ((to those he really loves)). He just doesn’t ever really find himself in possession of anything worth sharing. Really, the only thing he is ever in the possession of is food. When he isn’t at his sports practice, working out or studying, he’s eating, and he’ll gladly share his food with you.

Oh? You don’t want it? He gives you a confused look - he’d ask if you were feeling well if he hadn’t eaten lunch with you just an hour before - but shrugs, his growling stomach winning over his concern. It’s not like you’re skipping meals, anyway. It isn’t until you get hurt helping him work out and refuse to let him pick you up to carry you to medical attention that he gets VERY concerned.

He feels awful enough as is. It was his fault you were even there - he just wanted to add more weight to his workout. (And, he won’t admit it, the idea of using a bench you were sitting on to lift over his head may have been a bit overkill. But he saw that little spark that said ‘that isn’t possible but man i wish it was’ when you saw it happen in that show and mmmmmmaybe he wanted to impress you. How was he supposed to know Mammon had broken it and left it there?) He could practically feel the pain in your ankle from the sound it made, and you were clutching desperately to your shin, wanting to press on the wound but knowing it was a bad idea. MC, there’s no way you can walk on that, why aren’t you letting him help?

The guilty puppy face he’s giving you is making the whole situation worse. It’s taking everything you can not to snap on, from the overwhelming pain in your ankle to the negative thoughts racing in your head to the knowledge that you’ll have to give in eventually. Finally, you face him head on and decide to just rip the band-aid off. “I don’t have the best experience with letting people do things for me. If you’re expecting to use this against me, I’m going to be out of commission for a while, so remember that.”

He is. So confused. Are you really mad at him? What are you talking about? It’s not that he’s stupid - because really, he isn’t - this just kinda came at him from left field and he does not know what to do about.

“What? I’m worried about you, MC, and there’s no way you can walk on your ankle. Come on, please let me take you to get help. I won’t mention it ever again if that’s what will make you happy.”

So maybe it takes a while to get to the nearest infirmary, and maybe he’s going extra slow so as not to jostle our injury, and maybe in the meantime he’s being so contemplative and quiet that you have a heart-to-heart. Beel’s too genuine not to trust him when he swears he’d NEVER use your kindness against you, but he understands it’ll take a while to show you.

Belphegor

So. Um. This is awkward.

Belphie is a smartass, and he’s the youngest and used to getting his way. He’s definitely the type to dig his heels in and fight dirty in an argument, just because he’s used to winning. He’s also sadistic and has plotted with you to use his brothers’ weaknesses against them for fun. So he gets it. He totally gets why you would think he’d do it. Honestly, that’s basically what he did to free himself from the attic, only with more violence involved. He gets it.

Since Belphegor hasn’t exactly been the nicest to you in the past, he isn’t about to make you pity him with words like “yeah, of course you wouldn’t trust me after what I did to you…” First of all, on the off chance that it’s completely unrelated, he doesn’t want to put that idea in your head and give you a resentment you never had, but also he’s getting a hang of this redemption thing. Yes, on an average day he’s still a bratty, selfish little shit, but he does show you how sorry he is for using you and hurting you. It shows in the way he checks up on you in situations he knows you’re uncomfortable in, in the way he cares for you in that gentle way that’s so subtle you wonder if he’s even actively doing anything. (He is - offering you the best spot in a blanket nest, suggesting your favorite meals when the brother on dinner duty needs ideas, little things - and you both know it.) But how does he repent for something he doesn’t even know if he’s doing?

The way you stop cold when you peek in the kitchen and see him (and Beel) cooking the dinner you just complained about wanting hurts. The two of you have a stare-off for a moment, and Beel gets the message to slide out of the room. Belphegor clears his throat.

“What do you want?” You ask with narrowed eyes. Ouch, way to be a Lucifer. He instead says, “Nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” “And you don’t want anything in return?” “Have I given off the impression that I would?”

You sigh and step into the kitchen to wash your hands, asking if he needs help since Beel left. He grabs your wrist. “You’re welcome to keep me company, but I want to do this for you.”

He doesn’t like you looking at him distrustfully, but is relieved you sit at the counter instead of leaving. He wants to ask you what’s up, but something is stopping him - he ignores that what’s stopping him is fear that you’ll have another thing to add onto the list of the unforgivable sins he’s committed. If you feel like telling him, he’ll listen - but until then, he’ll go back to quietly trying to prove his worth to you, hoping one day you’ll see that it’s genuine and let him give you all the good things you deserve.

[english8muffin]

Vogue morning routine

Y/N Y/N/L’s guide to effortless natural makeup

Summary: you are asked to do the Vogue Beauty Secrets video and your two boys decide to join the party

Word count: around 2000

Warning: none, just pure floof!

I apologize in advance if there are any spelling and/or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language (+ this is my very first fic)

HEADLINE Henry Cavill’s new girlfriend, designer Y/N Y/L/N reveals her everyday morning routine in recent Vogue video: Y/N Y/L/N shows off her secrets to the perfect fusion of European and Asian beauty.

You stood in the spacious bathroom of the hotel room, only wearing a big, fluffy, white robe, that was actually Henry’s. But since the man was in the gym, you took the opportunity to lend it and bathe yourself in his musky smell, that calmed your nerves. Last night you started panicking, thinking you would probably look stupid for the entire world to see, luckily Henry and Kal tried to calm you down with cuddles and kisses.

This was the first ‘interview’ you would do, being such a young, successful entrepreneur really caught the attention of the media. When you first started your small online shop, you never would have thought you would end up here. Five years later, with a steady income, the job you always wished for and the man you had a crush on since the first time you laid eyes on him. Being a creative, it really made your heart soar with happiness, seeing all your products, your babies, in new homes where they would make others happy.

You were really proud of yourself. Henry was as well, and he made sure you and everybody around you knew. You were apprehensive at first, being with such a well known actor, who was also much older than you, it made you nervous of what people would say, what the media would say. You didn’t want to tarnish Henry’s image. You knew there were people with a much bigger age gap, but still, people were ruthless. So you both decided to take it slow, being careful with going out in public and social media posts.

You stand in front of the large mirror, which had a camera attached to it and open up your makeup bag. Right before you went into the bathroom, you made yourself a nice cup of tea, trying to stay calm. “Hi! I’m Y/N and today I am going to show you my everyday makeup routine,” you say with a smile, “I am not a dermatologist so please don’t take what I say too seriously.”

You grab a small white washcloth and hold it up, so it was in the frame, “First, I am going to wash my face and put on a few drops of serum,” You dampen the cloth and wipe it over your face and neck. You put a few drops in the palm of your hand and pat them into your skin. “Now I going to use my jade roller to massage the serum into my skin. It’s quite funny seeing so many people use these nowadays. In ancient China they were mostly used by the elite to keep there skin ageless. They would call jade the Stone of Heaven. It’s really helpful for the people who wake up with a puffy face like me,” you chuckle.

Somethimes you’d wake up with puffy cheeks, which led to Henry calling you his chubby bunny in the morning.

“Just a quick tip, and this is for everybody, make sure you always use SPF. I personally use SPF 30 and this one is shine control, since I tend to get an oily skin, but you can also use a regular one or a foundation with SPF in it. Believe me when I say your skin will be thankful.”

You grab the small tube of sun cream and show the amount you’ll use. You even convinced Henry to wear SPF everyday. At first he said he didn’t think it would make such a big difference, but when he realised you were going to be the one to put it on him, he was convinced about its benefits and adamant to wear it everyday. After working the thick cream into your skin, you put on some lipbalm and rummage through the pouch in front of you. When you find the product you’re looking for, you hold it up. “Now, I am going to put on a bit of concealer, this one is from Maybelline. After this, I will use a lighter shade under my eyes and on my acne scars that I have here,” you point and circle around the small cluster of scars on the sides of your cheeks.

Before blending out the concealer, you smile at the lens and put in two bright yellow hairclips, to keep your dark locks from falling into your face. “I probably should have done this at the start,” you laugh. The nerves creeping up a little. It wasn’t that you where a shy person, but knowing thousands of people will watch this, did something to you. You were always a very easygoing person, who could talk with pretty much everybody. But knowing people were going to watch you do something so intimate in a way, and would probably comment on it, scared you a little. While you would be 100% yourself, doing something as mundane as getting ready. If they didn’t like you now, then they probably won’t like you later. And that was what made you so afraid.

The bathrobe falls a bit down your shoulder, but you ignore it, since your hair fell down your shoulders in big waves. “Okay, brows. I used to block them in really dark when I was younger, but now I try to keep a light hand. I’ll use this Got 2B Glued as a brow gel afterwards. The tails of my eyebrows tend to move if I don’t use a strong enough gel. If you’re Asian you will understand the struggle.”

You quickly finish your brows, put some bronzer on your face and eyelids and take out your liquid eyeliner. “Am I the only one that acts like I’m a beauty guru whenever I do my makeup? Like, I’m just acting as if I’m used to this, right now, but to be honest, I was really nervous to do this video for Vogue,” you admit, “they will probably regret asking me,” you chuckle. You finish your eyemakeup with curling your long lashes, thanks to your mother’s genes, and add a coat of mascara.

You take in a deep breath, excited to show everyone the product you had been waiting for. “The next thing I am really proud to show you guys, because I designed the packaging. This is the new limited edition blush and highlighter palette from Dior, which they created for Lunar New Year!” You beam with pride, holding up the elegant looking palette. It had a darker toned glossy finish and the borders were the traditional Chinese looking frames, which were 3D and were surrounded by a wild variety of peonies. In the middle of the lid was your Chinese calligraphy in big golden brush stokes that said ‘year of the Ox’, the clasp was designed so it resembled an antique Chinese coin and on the side hung a jade charm.

“You can pre-order this palette now, I think they will put a link-thingy in de description. I wish you all a happy and blessed Lunar New Year, 祝农历年新年快乐牛年大吉!”

Just as you’re about to add some blush to your cheeks, the bathroom door creaks open and a curly-headed, sweaty Henry pops his head in. Fresh from the gym, and were you thankful for his new intense workout, because he was truely a sight to behold. A cheeky smile graces his handsome face when he spots you in front of the mirror, only wearing his robe, which made his grin widen.

“what are you doing in here? Are you hiding from me? Playing hide and seek is it?” he teases and rakes his large hand through the tousled curls, but just as he’s done speaking, he sees the camera behind you, and blushes. “Oh, I didn’t know you were filming, I’m sorry darling,” he smiles and gives a small wave in the direction of the camera. You led out a giggle, cheeks turning red already, if he’d keep this up, you wouldn’t need to add blush. You couldn’t focus anymore, he looked so attractive, only wearing his black gym shorts and a tight dark blue tank top. Damn that camera, otherwise you would have jumped him. Henry, thought the exact same thing. Seeing you, only wearing his robe and your hair still a bit wild from this morning’s cardio, made him hold back a moan. Those two cute, yellow clips in your hair could have fooled him, because you were anything but innocent.

Before he’s about to close the door again, he blows you a kiss. But his actions are stopped when a big bear makes his appearance. Bolting past his dad’s legs, Kal comes into the bathroom. Henry tries to catch him but misses. The black and white akita excitedly sniffs his head around the sink, trying to see what you were up to with all the stuff lying on the marble counter.

“Kal!” Henry whisper-yelled, trying to stay hidden behind the door. But you could still see his massive body crouched down behind the wood. It was rather funny, seeing the large man so panicked about getting his dog to listen. It kind of reminded you of that one video from BBC were a professor was being interviewed and his baby and nanny showed up in the background. While Henry tried to get Kal’s attention, the dog just sat next to your legs, and smiled when you pet him behind his ear. He was your good boy.

You both knew there was no other option but to keep Kal here, once he saw you do your makeup, he wanted to watch and get his ‘makeup’ done as well.

Henry also saw the look in Kal’s eyes and let out a sigh. Might as well stay with his two loves. He stood up from his position and walked to you, wrapping his sweaty but oh so save body around your figure, and placed a prolonged kiss on the exposed skin just by your shoulder. So far for taking it slow… He pressed himself thighter against your back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and intertwined your hands, slowly rocking you two back en forth. “You look beautiful, my love,” he whispered, so only you could hear it, at least you hoped the camera wouldn’t pick that up. You let out a little giggle, like the inner schoolgirl you were whenever he was around you.

“Kal loves when Y/N does his makeup as well, don’t you boy,” Henry explains with a smile and looks down at the bear by your bare feet. Kal gives a small ruff and sweeps his tail eagerly. “Did you show them what you made,” he asked you with a wide smile, and looked straight in to the camera, “she worked really hard on that design, so I hope you all like it,” he declared proudly.

You ended up doing your makeup routine with your two boys in the background. Henry left for a few minutes to shower in the second bathroom your hotelroom had, and came back clad in a pair of light jogging trousers and a sweater. Even though you were inside, it was still a bit too chilly to walk around in short sleeves, being mid-winter and all. He just sat on the small wooden bench by the door, still in frame for everybody to enjoy and behold. His hair now damp. He was reading in a book and patiently waiting for you to get ready, occasionally looking up and laughing when you would wet your hands or Kal’s special makeup brush in the sink and pretend to do his makeup. The dog would bark excitedly and give you kisses. “Wow Kal, you look so pretty,” Henry told the big floof with the chuckle.

“Okay, this was my -somewhat- everyday makeup routine! Thank you guys for watching this chaotic mess, hope you laughed a bit, bye-bye, 再见!” How do those vlogger end their videos? Smash like and subscribe?

Behind you Henry looked up from the pages of his fantasy book and arched his brow, “Hey! No shout-out for your special guests? See you all next time!”

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Journal Part 1 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.8k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, invasion of privacy (not the cardi b album), smut within the smut??? [handjob, begging, “mommy”], mentions of voyeurism, light dom/sub themes, “mommy” kink, teasing, stripping, blowjob/oral (m!receiving), no swallowing

☀️ | synopsis: Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you.

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Being a single mother was never in your plans. After your husband left you with two kids, your world nearly fell apart. You went from being a stay-at-home mother to working two jobs. The daycare took care of your dayshift, but your night shifts were harder to arrange a babysitter for. That is until you offered the position to your next-door neighbor’s son. They complained about how he was in desperate need of a job, being in his first year of college with no work history. Your offer was perfect for them, and Jeongin was happy to fill the position. He was always the nicest kid, and you could see his eyes light up at the idea of working for you, or more likely, at the concept of getting paid. 

He’d come over to your house at 5:00pm, book bag on his back, ready to do homework while he watched your kids play. Your two daughters were quick to warm up to him, and the rest is history. He was the best babysitter you could ask for, and even if you had to stay late at work, he was always understanding. Jeongin was a perfect kid with good grades and a good heart, and you’d always see him writing in a journal. When you asked him about it, he’d say he’s “writing a story for class.” It was always the same excuse, day after day. You paid no mind, more worried about the status of your kids after you’ve left them with a teenager for hours. 

Jeongin was very protective of his special journal. It was just a regular composition book, but whatever he wrote in it was sacred to him. He’d hide it from you when you walked by and hold it close to his face as he wrote. Whatever he wrote was his little secret, but if it’s for a class like he said, it can’t be that terrible, right?

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Returning home from a late shift, you see Jeongin settled on the couch, sleeping with his phone in his hand. His head was back and his mouth was wide open, snoring loudly. You nudge him to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. All you can do is scoff at him and check on your daughters in their room just as sound asleep as their babysitter. Going back to the living room, Jeongin’s turned to his side, snoring quieter than before. You sit right at his feet and get comfortable, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV. When your heel lands on the table, you kick over Jeongin’s journal, the book falling to the ground and opening to a blank page. 

Your eyes dart to Jeongin and back at the book, and you’re mentally debating whether or not to look through it. You’ve hardly talked to the boy aside from a few conversations about school in a “back in my day” type dialogue. This would be a major invasion of privacy, but there’s no way it’s a diary. He writes in it constantly, how would it be a diary? 

You pick up the notebook, looking at the cover that read “Yang Jeongin Journal 1” on the title lines. Skipping to the one of the first few pages, you read a couple lines, which turns into reading a paragraph, and later an entire page. The more you read, the more you begin to understand why he hid it from you while boldly writing in front of you. Your jaw hangs slack as your eyes glaze over the lewd words written on the page. Your mind is blown imaging the sweet boy Jeongin imagining these scenarios, especially when you realize that you’re the other character. 

Her hand feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, stroking me up and down as I quickly become breathless from the sensation. She looks into my eyes, staring me down like a predator watching her prey. Her touch quickly becomes overwhelming as my dick starts to twitch in her hand, begging to cum despite her only beginning to play with me. I thrust into her hand, hips quaking as I seat myself again. “Please let me cum, mommy.” Y/n laughs and nods her head, lowering her lips to my cock, ready to catch my release on her gorgeous face.

Seeing your name on the paper makes your heart jump. All of these dirty thoughts that Jeongin pens in his journal are about you. As you shuffle through the pages, your name is practically highlighted to your eyes. Every few pages, there’s a description of your body or what you wear, occasionally an imagine of you undressing in your bedroom window that happens to face Jeongin’s bedroom. Although you always keep your curtains shut, Jeongin’s writing describes him hoping that you leave your curtains open to put on a show for him, undressing slowly until you notice Jeongin jerking off in the house across the fence. 

You slam his journal shut. You’ve seen enough. Laying it down on the table as it was before, you attempt to calm yourself and watch the TV you’ve been craving to watch since you got off work. Despite your best efforts, your mind begins to wonder to Jeongin, sleeping quietly beside you, and how ecstatic he’d be if you’d reenact some of the scenes he wrote in his special journal. 

Jeongin groans and stretches, finally waking up from his nap. You tap his leg to signal that you’re home, and he nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you near him. He coughs as he sits up, pressing down his shirt to get out any wrinkles and fixing his hair that looks like a bird’s nest. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You laugh, smiling brightly at him as if you weren’t just reading his book of sexual fantasies. “Did you have a nice nap?” 

“Yes, yes!” Jeongin fumbles over his words, worried that you’re about to fire him for sleeping on the job. “I’m so sorry! I promise I didn’t fall asleep until after the girls went to sleep.” He bows his head, sincerely apologizing for something any college student would reasonably do once work was over.

“No worries. I’m sure my girls were in good hands.” You reach for his journal and hand it to him, and he begins to turn a bright shade of red. He knows what’s in that book, but he assumes you’re still naive. “I almost used your little book as a footrest, so put this somewhere safe, okay?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave it out. I was just writing in it until I fell asleep.” He grabs his bookbag and shoves it in gently. 

“Wow, you write in that thing a lot.” You cross your legs and you face him, totally ignoring the television show at this point. “How long have you had that assignment for class?” 

You clearly caught him off guard. He seems confused before he remembers his lie, widening his eyes once he realizes that he’s about to dig himself into a hole. “Oh, it isn’t just one assignment. It’s for my creative writing class.” 

“Ah, I had a creative writing class too.” If he was going to lie to your face, it was only fair that you rebuttal with another lie. “Can I read some of what you wrote? Maybe give you some critique?”

Jeongin’s mind went blank. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he lets you read it, his life will be over, but on the other hand, if he doesn’t let you read it, it will look sketchy since it’s just supposed to be innocent writing for a freshman level college class. 

“Uh, it’s a little personal.” He’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you, looking anywhere but your face. “I don’t think that would be appropriate since you’re my next door neighbor.” 

“Not appropriate, huh?” You can’t help but smirk, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sideways smile grow on your face. His heart begins to dip as he finally starts to connect the dots, thinking that his job, no, his existence as your neighbor could end within a matter of minutes. “What’s so inappropriate about wanting your neighbor, who is over ten years older than you might I add, to sit on your face and call you her baby boy? Hm?” 

Jeongin is frozen in place. He’s been outed. All of his wildest sexual fantasies have been revealed to the woman he wants to do them with. Knowing you’ve read his journal at least a little bit, he can’t help but get hard under his joggers, mentally cursing himself for wearing them once he notices your eyes drift to the tent in his pants. 

“Sorry, but curiosity killed the cat on this one.” You scoot closer to him, taking his hands in yours and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand to warm him up. “I can’t believe my neighbor’s cute little son grew up to be such a dirty minded boy that can’t keep his thoughts in his head, but has to put them on paper so he can read them and imagine his neighbor fuck him again and again.”

“How much did you read?” Still with his head down, he squeaks out the question that’s been running through his mind since you started teasing him with your words. 

“I read enough.” You remove one of your hands from the hold and perk his chin up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are sparkling with lust as you’re just centimeters from his face. “Tell me, Jeongin, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He pauses to ponder and collect his thoughts. Everything he’s ever imagined is running through his read: the pet names, the toys, the punishments, the pleasure. It’s all too much, and he can hardly speak another word before you pet his face, holding his head in your palm as he shyly presses his cheek into your hand. 

“M-mommy,” he had never said that word out loud to you before, “can I strip for you?”

“All for me?” You smile, gladly accepting this offer. “Go ahead, baby boy. Show mommy what she’s been missing.”

He removes himself from you and stands up, timidly facing you as you lounge back on your couch. His shirt goes first, being neatly tossing onto the couch where he once sat. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants before he pulls them down, showing you his bulge that’s painfully pressed against his tight boxer briefs. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, but that’s welcomed in your eyes.

You hold your hand out, stopping him before he can pull down his underwear. Standing up with a groan, you walk around his body, eyeing him up like he’s a buffet. One of your hands gently grabs at his ass, squeezing the skin between your fingertips and making him whine. You bite your lip when you hear him, sounding cute as a button despite the situation. From behind, you pull him back to you and run your hands around his body to feel his toned abs, finally moving upwards to tease his erect nipples. You feel him take a deep breath to calm himself, but when one hand pinches his nipple, he whines again, louder this time.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake the girls, do you?” When you whisper in his ear, all of the thoughts leave his head. You’ve hardly touched him and he’s dumb, and as embarassing at it is, he loves feeling helpless in your arms. “I haven’t seen another man like this in ages. You’re exactly what I need right now, Jeongin.” 

“Y-you need me?” He can hardly believe that you’re just as horny over him as he is for you, although his longer dates back far longer than just an hour or so. You hum in his ear as your hands slide down his torso to his cock, palming him over his underwear. He hisses and moans from the lightest stimulation. His reaction to all of your touches is perfect, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts when you’re riding him or sucking him off, although you could do anything to him and he’d be thankful. 

You remove your hand from his cock and pull down his underwear, finally seeing his length in all its glory. He gasps from how fast you undress him, but at the same time, he loves being on display for you. As much as he wants to hide his erection out of reflex, he holds his arms to the side tightly, allowing you to come in front of him and take in the view. 

“Jeongin, are you a virgin?” As embarrassing at it is, he nods and holds his breath, waiting for you to answer. “Aw, my pretty little boy’s never been fucked? That must be why you’re so infatuated with me.” 

You get down on your knees so you’re eye-level with his cock, now red and angry, begging to be sucked. Although your skills might be a little rusty, if your ex-husband’s reviews were any indication, you were about to blow this kid’s mind. With a little lick, he’s whining and staring down at you as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock before moving back again and wrapping your hand around him like he’s always imagined. 

“Do you want to sit down?” Your voice sounded so calm and gentle, it was honestly shocking to Jeongin since he could hardly speak at all. He nods, and you take him to sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs for you to sit in between, once again jerking him off with one hand while the other plays with his balls. You kiss the tip before taking his member into your mouth, bobbing your head only around the tip. 

Jeongin’s convinced himself that he’s dreaming when he looks down to see your face moving up and down the very top of his cock. It feels so good, better than he could have ever imagined, and surely better than his hand. As you slowly start to take him more into your mouth, he’s clutching onto the couch cushion for dear life. He gets close very fast, tapping his thigh with one hand to try to convey that he’s about to cum. Quickly catching on, you take him fully into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. 

After a few twitches of his cock, you feel him cumming down your throat as he moans out expletives from the overwhelming sensation. When he’s finally done, you pull your mouth off of him and let his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest, which was still covered by your button-down work shirt. When Jeongin finally opens his eyes, he’s greeted by you lazily resting your head on his thigh, looking up at him, waiting for him to come back down to Earth. 

“Ah, thank you, mommy.” In his post-nut state, the name he’d given you leaves his lips more hesitantly, but he knows that’s what you want to hear. Looking up at the clock, he notices that it’s past his self-determined bed time, but he’s still dazed enough to not care, at least for a moment. “That felt so good.” 

“And maybe tomorrow night we can do more, hm?” You slide onto his lap, his soft cock resting between your thighs. “I’d love to ride my baby boy and finally take his virginity… only if you want of course.” 

“I- … Yes, I’d love that.” Before he can say another word, you kiss him on the lips, and despite them just being around his cock, your kiss is sweet, and he needs more of it. Trying to avoid a make-out session, you pull away and get off of the boy’s lap, telling him to get dressed and go home so you can both sleep.

Your goodbye to him is the same as always, waving as he walks back home, but knowing what’s going to transpire tomorrow night, you can’t help but finish yourself off after being all worked up from Yang Jeongin. You decide to save your panties from today before you get into the shower, because they’re absolutely drenched and you’re sure Jeongin would love to have them for when he’s home alone. 

After pleasing yourself in the shower, you peek out your bedroom window. Just as you had hoped, Jeongin’s curtains were wide open, and he was beating his cock with one hand and sucking on his fingers with the other. He was clearly thinking about you by how he’d had his journal sitting next to him opened to a random page. 

You sleep good that night, pleased and excited for tomorrow. Although you were always the submissive one, you came to realize that maybe being the one in control was just what you needed. 

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Drabs, I know that you usually draw Fleur with slightly darker blonde hair than Narcissa. Was it a choice so that it’s easier to distinguish them from each other or was your Fleur maybe slightly influenced by the actress from the movie who had darker hair?

In the books Fleur didn’t seem to have much description other than having long silvery hair (waist length?) and having this glow around her. So like with Narcissa, what works have influenced your design of Fleur?

It’s fascinating sometimes to read the artist’s perspective and your previous reply to the anon about Narcissa has been very interesting.

Thank you!!! 🥺

I was actually pretty embarrassed over how enthusiastic I got over the whole hair thing, but I'm glad it made some sense at least 😂 And now that I've been given even more reason to talk about it... (Let's face it, I shouldn't even be allowed on this website to begin with, ya'll have been way too nice to me.)

Only click on keep reading if you want to read Some Nonsense.

I did consider Fleur's actress when I thought about her hair color. Though I pictured it to be something of a mix between movie Fleur and Elsa’s (from Frozen) hair. But the way I drew Fleur's hair, the way it falls across her shoulders, that was more of... well, I imagined Fleur to have effortlessly perfect hair, like she doesn't seem to need to style it so much because it's already whimsical as it is, what with her being part-Veela. There were a lot of fanfictions that helped me to sort of see a better image of Fleur in my head so really, I owe it to all the talented writers out there!

It's also the same with Narcissa's case. Though I decided to give her paler hair, compared to Fleur's, because I wanted to emphasize that air of vulnerability Narcissa has—this image she conjures, like she's this fragile thing made of glass, which typically in fanfiction is what Narcissa uses so that Voldemort would overlook her a lot, hence why she wasn't given any "missions" or "tasks" while Voldemort was in Malfoy Manor. Slytherin preservation. This "fragile" image was something Narcissa capitalized on and maintained perfectly, but in post-war Cissamione fanfictions, she no longer has to put on that façade—she starts living for herself, but the quiet sadness about her never really goes away.

I really did struggle at first, I had to find a way where I could draw them without confusing people and myself.

So, again, I sifted through a lot of canon and non canon material about these two characters which funnily enough made me see some kind of parallel going on between them. I know. Fleur Delacour and Narcissa Black. Parallels?! It's nuts. But again, this is only within Fleurmione and Cissamione fanfiction, and it really helped me to draw them better. (At least in a way that made them distinguishable from one other at first glance, I’d like to think.)

These 'hair scenes' are mostly the bits where Hermione "first" sees Fleur. Hermione is entranced, a little curious, sometimes she feels indifferent, but the general theme is Hermione immediately finds Fleur beautiful—which probably explains why Hermione in fanfiction sometimes thinks Narcissa could be part-Veela like Fleur. And as you can imagine, that's where my struggle began.

You'll see what I mean in a minute. And just like last time, remember that this part comes with spoilers.

🔹 In Fighting is our form of Flirting by InsomniacAndBi in Chapter 2 Hermione sees Fleur for the first time. This is the first Fleurmione fanfiction I've ever read, and also the first time I've encountered Fleur's character. Tall, bright blonde hair, won the genetic lottery, aristocratic features, face held in a scowl, floats into the room with effortless poise, immediately starts demanding things out of people... Sounds vaguely familiar, doesn't it. Like some other blonde we know.

"Non!" A voice from the doorway said. "This is not what was agreed."

For a moment, Hermione thought about ignoring it but turned to glance over there if only to quell her curiosity. A girl stepped into the room and Hermione's phone call was forgotten in a moment. She knew that it wasn't nice to stare but Hermione couldn't help but do it because, in all honesty, this was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She was definitely taller than Hermione was, with bright blonde hair and...clearly she had won the genetic lottery.

Her skin practically glowed and it looked so smooth and soft. It made Hermione wonder if she used those fancy beautification charms or had a very lengthy skincare routine. Or maybe, just maybe, this is what being rich did to people's faces. There was no doubt in Hermione's mind that this girl was rich - like extremely rich, like even rich people thought she was rich. That kind of rich. That was the type of rich that this girl was.

Also, only super rich people curled up their lip like this girl was doing.

She breezed into the room like she was floating and Hermione hastily ended her phone call and promised to call back later.

"This is not what was agreed," The girl said again and Hermione felt incredibly small sitting in front of her. Not to mention, the girl's clothes screamed 'I'm rich and I know it' and Hermione's screamed 'I'm so out of place that I might as well be a bull in a China shop'.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hermione managed to get out when it became apparent that the girl was waiting for her response.

"You are English." The girl looked shock for a moment at Hermione's accent before shaking her head angrily. "This is not what was agreed."

🔹 In Oath of Silver by i_shall_wear_midnight immediately in the first chapter, when Witcher Hermione first meets Fleur, it's something Hermione quickly notices. Vivid sapphire eyes. Silvery blonde hair that shimmered in the torchlight. And once again, right off the bat, Fleur is pushy. She wants things done her way. It’s just so cute how she doesn’t even let the fact that Hermione is a Witcher, an extremely dangerous outcast in society, get in the way of that.

(I'm sorry for this but I just have to gush about Oath of Silver. Hermione as a witcher is just so fitting for her character; she possesses that natural eye for detail that remarkable witchers have, witchers like Geralt and Vesimir (a skill that gets even more honed through the Witcher Trials). Hermione even has Geralt's dry sense of humor, a bit rough around the edges, brilliant, snippy without really meaning to (because she asks a lot of questions and would rather get to the point), but has a good heart.)

The witcher figured that would be the end of her human interactions for the evening, but only a few minutes later, the stunning newcomer from before appeared before her. Upon closer inspection, Hermione couldn’t imagine she wouldn’t be conspicuous in any group of people she happened to find herself immersed in. The woman was looking back at her with vivid sapphire eyes, and silvery blonde hair that shimmered even in torchlight. Her attire was travel-ready, but elegant.

“Bonsoir. You are a witcher, oui? Or perhaps a ‘witcheress’ is more accurate? I am not familiar with all the terms…” She watched the beautiful stranger patiently while she fumbled through Hermione’s professional title. As if the distinctive, amber colored cat-eyes hadn’t given her away, the brunette mused wryly. Eventually, the blonde gave up and sat herself down at Hermione’s table, her medallion twitching faintly as the stranger got settled. Hermione filed that away for later. Her new dinner buddy seemed to be oblivious to the curious and concerned looks now being thrown her way at boldly taking a seat at a mutant’s table.

“I came from Ellander,” she began in a non sequitur. “The temple, and spoke to the priestess Nenneke, who told me about you.” Hermione continued eating her second serving of stew and waited for her to get to the point. “I would like to hire you as an escort as I travel back to Toussaint.” The witcher finally put her spoon down.

“Sounds like you ought to be asking some mercenaries to be your bodyguards,” she responded, eyeing the bow the woman was carrying on her pack meaningfully.

“A pair seems doable, and I’d prefer you.”

“I’m not a bodyguard.”

“Yes, technically, I am aware,” she replied, beginning to show signs of impatience.

“Then why are you soliciting a monster-slayer?”

🔹 Witnessed here in Time and Blood by whistle.the.silver is probably the most interesting one because it uses the concept of Veela hair as a wand core brilliantly. Again, this comes with huge 🛑spoilers🛑. Read the italicized words at your own risk. I can't add the entire clip here, as the topic of Fleur's hair is littered throughout several other chapters. But this story shows us a Fleur who is willing to do anything in order to protect Hermione during the course of the war.

My memory is a bit foggy, I haven't read this story in months, but here's what I remember:

This takes place during the time of Shell Cottage, where Fleur is married to Bill and takes care of Hermione. Fleur didn't expect to fall in love with the young brunette and, as the Golden Trio's time in Shell Cottage comes to an end, she worries over Hermione's safety. Fleur, using magic only known to the Veela tribes, does her best to offer Hermione protection in any way that she can--even going as far as to study what Lily Potter did so Harry could live. At one point, Fleur cuts her own hair with a length now roughly above her shoulders to give Hermione a new wand. But this isn't the only bridge Fleur is willing to cross to make sure Hermione survives the incoming battle. Fleur's grandmother, Ron, and even Bill himself, is a little sceptic over the propriety of Fleur's actions, but Fleur is determined to do whatever it takes to make sure Hermione makes it out of the war safe and alive.

So that was a lot to wade through, I know.

But if you've skipped all those parts for the sake of missing spoilers then let me go ahead and explain why the parallel between Fleur and Narcissa are there. Sure, it's plain to see that they have similar physical characteristics, but they're also similar in other ways.

In Witnessed here in Time and Blood, Fleur is willing to do whatever it takes to protect Hermione during the war: sacrifice the secrets of the Veela, make Hermione a wand, make her marriage and friendship with Bill suffer, be scrutinized by her Veela tribe, etc. And didn't Narcissa do the exact same thing during the war to make sure Draco made it out alive? They both chose to 'betray' everyone else for the sake of this one person. Not to mention, in Extinction by rubikanon Narcissa even makes Hermione a wand. (I’m telling you, there are so many parallels between these two ships and I can probably list more but I'd rather not make this post longer.)

Here, I’m just going to go ahead and say it—it’s almost like Fleur and Narcissa in fanfiction have the same love language.

A glaringly obvious difference between them is their upbringing, and we could argue that this why Fleur tends to be more open with her emotions while Narcissa tends to be more carefully guarded with hers. And I don't know if writers realize these parallels but as someone who's a huge fan of both characters and as someone who makes the occasional fanart of them, it's a pretty difficult detail to ignore. This crazy conspiracy all started because I had to find a way to make both characters look distinct from one another... It's just so interesting that writers from two different ships unknowingly make these parallels with two completely separate characters who are often at the opposite ends of the seesaw.

But again, let's take a look at Extinction by rubikanon. (I know. Extinction?! AGAIN?! Always.)

Spoiler warning!

🔹 Extinction by rubikanon has a marvelous take on this, as it turns out Fleur and Narcissa are actually good friends, and if I remember correctly, occasionally exchange letters (I’m unsure about this bit, I might have read it in a different story). They just get along remarkably well; I imagine they both share a kind of mutual respect for each other, a quiet understanding for the way the other woman carries herself: poised, meticulous, they pride themselves in their work, they both know how to handle an Ocean Of Secrets™, they're both accustomed to being under the spotlight of the public eye, and they’re both dedicated to their loved ones. Needless to say, Fleur and Narcissa are both giddy over the prospect of being with someone they love and adore, and end up meticulously planning numerous (I think it was hinted) double dates (Fleur with Bill, and Narcissa with Hermione) with the same kind of endearing enthusiasm that leave Hermione and Bill with no choice but to agree to the whims of their respective lovers.

(Scene seen in Chapter 23: Build Up Your Defense 2 of 2)

Narcissa and (Hermione) I were sitting together on one of the couches when Bill and Fleur arrived later. They showered Teddy with kisses on his little cheeks. He'd gotten past his clingy phase and adored us all, struggling to walk around the room by bracing himself on everyone's knees.

Suddenly Narcissa reached up and grabbed onto someone's wrist behind her head. "Don't even think about it," she said.

"That's just scary. How did you know I was there?" George stood up from behind the couch, a toy spider dangling from his hand. Teddy shrieked with laughter.

"She has eyes in the back of her head," Draco said.

"Mothers," George grumbled, sitting down close to Angelina. "Dump her, Hermione. I need you to date someone more prankable."

Fleur looked in surprise at the two of us on the couch. "Oh, la vache! How did I not know zees? You are lovers?"

"We're dating," I said mildly, though we really were lovers. In every sense. I glanced at Narcissa and bit my lip as heat spread through me. My imagination started planning a middle-of-the-night rendezvous.

"No wonder she (Narcissa) was so adamant about healing that curse," Bill said thoughtfully.

"Adorable! Simply adorable!" Fleur exclaimed, sitting down on Narcissa's other side. "We must go out for a double date next week, all four of us. We'll dine at L'Escargot!"

Narcissa's eyes lit up.

"Oh, no," I said.

"You won't have to eat snails," Narcissa said. "Please, mon amour?"

"French doesn't work on me."

"Please?" She kissed my cheek again and again. "Please? Please?"

Laughing now, I pulled her in for a kiss on the lips and said, "Yes, alright. But only because I have fond memories of trying new foods with you."

"As do I," she agreed.

Then we realized everyone was staring. Narcissa cleared her throat and straightened up, blushing. Draco made a face. Ginny looked a little more favorable. Harry held in laughter, and Andromeda hid her camera.

"Adorable!" Fleur declared again.

🔹 Also, I just have to add Sugar and Spice by waltzlikeits1698 because Chapter 4: Happy Birthday, Harry is absolutely hysterical. During Harry's birthday party, Hermione sulks in a corner because Fleur has apparently been avoiding her. Ginny decides to do something barking mad, something Hermione typically falls for.

“Ooh, someone’s grouchy,” Ginny teased, retracting her arm and facing Hermione fully. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Hermione insisted, although even she could hear the pout in her voice.

“Sure seems like it,” she snarked, summoning two shots and offering one to Hermione with a waggle of her eyebrows. Hermione pulled a face and Ginny shrugged before downing both, one after the other. (...) “You know, I spotted a tall, blonde drink of water hanging around the stairs.”

“What!?” Hermione exclaimed, whirling around and leaning out of the room to look at the staircase. Sure enough, standing at the bottom and resting a slender hand on the bannister was a tall, blonde witch who made Hermione’s heart stop with her mere presence. She had started forward before she knew it, her heart taking up an even quicker beat as she crossed the few steps and reached out a hand to clasp her elbow. The woman turned, that beautiful blonde hair catching the candlelight as it moved in one long sheet.

Hermione retracted her hand in horror, her eyes widening. “Mrs Malfoy!?”

Narcissa Malfoy raised an eyebrow at the witch who had practically accosted her. “Miss Granger. Can I help?”

What was she even doing here?

“Uh,” Hermione said dumbly, “sorry, I just… need the loo. Can I-?”

She gestured lamely to the staircase. Both women stared at the perfectly reasonable gap that Hermione could easily pass through. The moment stretched on.

Slowly, Narcissa returned her inscrutable gaze to Hermione, who squirmed uncomfortably in response. She then took a small step to the side and gestured for Hermione to pass. She did so and, as she turned the corner of the staircase, sent a deadly glare at Ginny, who was practically pissing herself with laughter.

(...)

Fleur had arrived. Hermione couldn’t explain exactly how she could tell, considering she had been in the duplicated bathroom for the last ten minutes after humiliating herself in front of Narcissa, but she knew it like she knew that it was levi-O-sa.

(...) (Hermione) She tried to avoid eye contact with Narcissa on the way back down and was thoroughly unsuccessful: the witch had physically reached out and laid her own hand over Hermione’s on the bannister, forcing her to stop and look up. Then, with an intention behind her eyes that Hermione had neither the brain capacity nor the energy to delve into, she said “It’s Ms Black now.”

Then she had released Hermione’s hand and turned back to her conversation with Andromeda and two wizards Hermione didn’t recognise.

Come to think of it, there were a lot of people Hermione didn’t recognise.

Anyway, long story short, this is the result of reading both Fleurmione and Cissamione—

But RIGHT. At the end of the day, again, these are just some crazy little things I picked up on and I may or may not be right, no one has to agree with me, everyone can disagree with me. Actually, yes feel free to disagree with me. I need to get out of this damn site and you know, touch grass.

Okay. Well. I'm gonna stop here now. So. Bye. But thank you anon for this lovely ask!! I’m really touched that you wanted to know what inspired the way I drew Fleur 🥺💕💖 But still. So sorry for this massive word vomit!! 😂

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hi! would you be willing to share any tips on how to roleplay a blind character?

Tips For Roleplaying Blind Characters

I don’t know much about roleplay, but I’ll try. If anyone else has ideas, feel free to share.

Image Descriptions

First, make sure your materials, such as pictures, are accessible. Provide image descriptions. Try to make sure your text is accessible as well. You can do this by a avoiding letters and writing that aren’t accessible to screenreaders. For example, using symbols or letters in different languages in the same word to create an effect people often considered fancy or cool. While people can normally understand the meaning using sight, screenreaders often make such words unintelligible.

For information on making content accessible, read here.

Generally, try to add image descriptions directly under pictures you use. The format is usually:

[Image Description: describe the image as best you can do readers know what is important about it. End image description.]

Having clear markers of beginnings and endings of image descriptions help readers know when the description has ended so they don’t get lost in the following text.

What Kind of Blindness?

Next. When roleplaying, understand what kind of blindness your character has. Are they totally blind? Do they have low vision? Do they have something related to the brain, such as Cerebral/Cortical visual impairment? If you are role playing a character bound by source material, such as a film, there is a chance the material may not be detailed about the person’s blindness and you may need to use clues in the narrative and creativity to come up with something. You don’t need to worry about getting it exactly right so much as having something to use as a base.

If you aren’t sure, make something up. If more information comes out later, you can adjust your writing or make up a storyline that has them losing more vision or something.

Once you have an idea of what your character’s vision is like, figure out what assistive devices they use. This could be anything from canes for travel to Braille or large print for reading or both. Incorporate them into your roleplay.

If you are writing a character who is not blind in the source material, such as Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender, try to keep in mind tropes as you plan the character. For example, Zuko is burned in a traumatic incident with his father. One way around the trope about going blind through trauma would be to have Zuko already have low vision or something similar before he was burned.

Communicating With Your Roleplay Partner

Your roleplay partner may need to understand how your character uses such devices unless your character will correct or explain it to them as part of the roleplay. For example, a character can surely text or email your character no matter how much sight they have. Texting a picture without a description might not be the best thing if your character is totally blind unless you want a comical scene. Know ahead of time how you want to address any issues that come up, whether it means talking to your partner before or addressing any issues within the roleplay itself.

With this in mind, be ready to have conversations with your roleplay partner. It may help to ask what kind of ideas they have ahead of time. If you notice things that might be stereotypical, such as a romance with characters touching faces, you can address them. Maybe you’ll get lucky and your partner will already be on the same page as you. Be prepared to address issues either outside the roleplay or during the writing process, such as having your character correct something the other character said.

Addressing Ableism or Iffy Tropes in Source Material

This problem is unique to fandom material. How you address it depends on the nature of the problem.

If the problem is embedded in the plot and unable to be changed, writers might consider an AU or simply writing around the issue. Addressing it in a small note on posts is also a possibility.

If it can be avoided, do so. For example, if a character in the source material, wears sunglasses all the time, give the character light sensitivity and minimize their use of sunglasses, such as indoors. If another character is always making ableist comments, have them addressed in the roleplay and reduced.

Other than that, I think roleplaying should be pretty similar to writing a blind MC for a story. Feel free to use this blog as a source of research and inspiration. Have fun writing!