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Wanna Be Yours 001

Originally posted by tipannies

Maybe not all good girls are good, and not all bad boys are bad. It’s all about perspective and experience, for not everything in life is a clear black or white. Sometimes you will find gray, brown, or silver… Possibilities are endless. And Byun Baekhyun is too god damn fine to resist.

◤“Stop smoking, it isn’t attractive.” “Stop swearing, it isn’t either.” “Fuck you.” “When.”◢

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networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x Monica (OC)

word count — 3.8k

genre — biker! baekhyun, bad boy! baekhyun, enemies to lovers! romance, slight angst, fluff, smut (one chap - eventually)

[ This chapter contains: an introduction 🚲 ]

A/N: Hello! I'm introducing one of my AFF-exclusive, BBH stories to Tumblr! I'm posting this chapter to see if readers on here want to read it 🥰 This story doesn't have a tag list, so let me know if you wanna be tagged for future chapters either in my ask box or the comment section! 🌸 I'll continue writing this when I finish my other story: Only Forever 🌊

Chapter 1

Look around, lovely

I’ve been through many things in my life. From my ex leaving me for a “slim thick” girl who lived three blocks away to my best friend, making it their goal to break my spirit from the inside out. I had to cut ties with my treacherous family. I had to change my name, eye color, and wear a purple wig to flee from another crazy ex to Hawaii. I almost had to file for bankruptcy when my twin sister bought three foreign sports cars in my name.

—I’ve been through a lot, but I never expected to find myself in the middle of this shitstorm.

“Yo, Chen, move your ass!”

“I’m almost there!” This so-called Chen hisses into his phone, tugging me behind him by my arm. He glares back at me when I stumble over a recycling bin. “Shut it.” His grip turns painful when I slow down my pace. He stomps hurriedly down shaded alleyways and dimly lit streets. I'd scoff at his audacity if I wasn’t so busy trying to form a plan to escape and not fall flat on my face in the process.

“Yo bitch.” He throws another nasty look over his shoulder, “keep up, will ya?”

My eyes narrow as I purposely stomp on the back of his foot. “Oops,” I chirp when he yelps, hiding my smirk while he curses and hobbles on one leg. “Guess that’s too close, eh?”

He bares his teeth at me. The smirk quickly falls off my lips when the ground is suddenly approaching my face at an alarming rate.

I brace my hands against the pavement at the last second, but my right arm buckles under my weight, sliding my frantic hands across the rugged surface, scraping against the sidewalk with a painful burn. I groan at the fire hot pain shooting up my forearm.

“Oops,” he mocks, his leather boots stepping into view. He bends down in front of me with a tilt of his head. “Guess that was too soon, huh?” His victory smirk on his curled lips would have been sexy if I didn’t have the urge to punch him in his pretty face.

I keep my eyes on him, slowly bringing myself back to my feet. It takes everything in me to ignore the pulsing pain in my knees and the warm liquid running down my elbow as he stands back to his full height. His unimpressive 5’8 stature seems intimidating while I’m poorly hiding my injured arm behind my back. It doesn't help that he has a tattoo of a snake on his bicep, the green ink peeking out from under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. He’s not tall, but he is buff, and that is enough for me to keep my mouth shut... for now.

He runs his eyes over my quiet defensive stance, his smirk turning even more cruel before he yanks me forward by my injured arm. “If we’re late, that’s your ass.”

I roll my eyes to distract myself from the tears threatening to fall, biting my tongue. My hands and arm throb painfully in sync. That hurt like a bitch and he’s two seconds away from being smacked like one.

After walking a few more empty blocks, the rev of an engine reaches my ears—and it’s not from a car. My heart plummets when the realization sets in and the beaming headlights of shiny black vehicles come into view. Two motorcycles stop a few feet away from us in a deserted parking lot. The riders are wearing black helmets with matching clothes, blending in with the night. Their faces are shaded under the dim light of the moon when they take their helmets off.

Dusk is on the rise, concealing the moon behind thick clouds as the world waits for the sun to peek over the horizon. The darkest hour of the night… Looking around at the buff asshole and two newcomers, I can only hope that I’ll make it to see the sunrise. I swallow my nerves while Chen impatiently drags me over to the others.

The guy on the left is the first one to notice us. He shakes his hair, the brunette strands catching light before he switches off the headlights. He’s tall with beautifully toned skin, whistling when we step off of the sidewalk. “Damn hyung, took you long enough.”

Chen shrugs. “Catching the prize was a bit of a struggle.” He rattles my arm for emphasis, his smirk visible under a flickering streetlight.

“Oh?” The brunette’s eyes trail over me, focusing on my pulsing arm before shifting back to the prick next to me. “Looks a bit like damaged goods, hyung.”

“That wouldn’t be the case if it had acted accordingly.” He shrugs, nonchalantly looking me over.

My eyes and mouth twitch. It is really taking everything in me not to say something.

“Hopefully hyung doesn’t mind,” The other tall guy speaks up, eyeing me warily while I stare at his unnaturally orange hair.

“Byun won’t do shit,” Chen waves him off, pulling me closer to a parked bike three parking spaces away. “He hasn’t before and he won’t start now.”

The orange-top guy starts to reply until a loudly revved engine fills the air, announcing the arrival of more motorcycles entering the deserted parking lot. I glare at the biker driving in front, from his laid back posture alone he must be the leader.

“Baekhyun!” Chen yells into the still night with a cocky grin, laughing gleefully. “So happy for you to finally join us. I feared we’d start without you.”

The leader calmly parks his bike a couple of feet away, pulling off his helmet while the other five bikers join him. I bite my cheek to hold back my gasp when his face is revealed. What I expected was some forty-year-old gang member with a huge tattoo, crooked beard, and salt/pepper hair. Not a twenty-something-year-old with one of the most attractive faces I’ve ever seen in my life.

His light brown hair ruffles in the wind, the salty scent of the sea rolling in. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, looking at the man next to me with a blank expression on his face. Baekhyun’s eyes slowly follow Chen’s arm down to my own in his tight grasp. His eyes linger on my injured arm, the clench of his jaw and flare of his nostrils has my eyes shooting down to look at it myself.

The sight of blood steadily dripping from my ripped sleeve has me wincing. I bite my lip hard to hold back a pain-filled whimper.

Baekhyun cuts his eyes back to Chen with a murderous glare, “Jongdae.” He hisses venomously.

Chen stiffens, his grip loosening on my arm, “Byun?” He’s caught off guard, the confusion rings loudly in his uncertain voice.

“What the fuck is this?” Baekhyun looks at my arm then at him again, his voice growing louder by the minute. “Why the hell is she bleeding?”

“She wasn’t…” Willing to come? Willing to follow a stranger? Willing to get pulled out of a store for nothing? “Very compliant.”

“And you brought her here anyway?” Baekhyun gives him an incredulous look, his eyes narrowed at the latter’s silence. “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do.”

I shift on my feet, highly uncomfortable just witnessing this exchange. The other bikers watching them quietly doesn’t calm my nerves in the slightest. I know one thing for certain—the tension can be cut with a knife, and I’m not about to be in the middle of this hell much longer.

“I was walking with her down the street, and she fell.” Chen chooses to say.

I crack my neck when I whip it around to face him. “Really?” I snap. “You purposely yanked me forward and let go, yet dare say I fucking fell?!”

Chen scowls at me. “Well if you weren’t being such a bi‒” He pales when I sense a dark aura behind me.

I turn around to a furious Baekhyun. His brown eyes blaze brightly in anger amongst the pitch darkness of the night, the wind tousling his hair across his forehead. The urge to take a step back is high until I remember who is right behind me. Baekhyun takes one look at me then turns his fire-filled gaze to the fearful man behind me. “I’ll deal with you later.”

I look down at the sudden hand gently grabbing my uninjured arm, meeting Baekhyun’s eyes before he takes a step back. And for some reason; I follow. He keeps his eyes steady on mine before turning to address the others. “I’m calling it off.” His gaze meets every individual one of theirs. “Any objections?”

No one even so much as moves.

Baekhyun firmly nods, peering down at me with a raised brow. “Come with me?” Even while he asks, I’m already being led over to his bike. He grabs his helmet and pauses, turning to me, the dim street lights reflecting the mysterious glint in his brown eyes. “Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”

I look at the bike then back at him, narrowing my eyes. “Are you planning to kill me with it?”

The corner of his lips twitch up, “that’s a no then. May I?”

Eyeing the helmet in his hands, I nod, quickly muttering, “if I die, I’m suing you,” when he starts to place it on my head.

Baekhyun chuckles. “Don’t worry.” He adjusts the helmet with a teasing little grin, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “You’re in good hands.”

“Uh huh—oof!” I yelp when he suddenly lifts me up and sets me on the back of his vehicle—that seems one hundred times more intimidating now that I’m sitting on it. “I swear, Byun, if I fall‒”

“You won’t.” Baekhyun affirms. He throws his leg over the motorcycle and climbs onto it with grace, throwing one last look back at me before starting the engine. It purrs in a way I’ve never heard before. The low, crispy sound vibrates through my entire body when his deep voice reaches my ears. “Hold on tight.”

When he revs the engine, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. The fear of death is greater than the pulsing of my bleeding arm. We speed out into the street, the others becoming mere specks of shadowy figures in the distance as we go further down the dirt road.

My eyes stay partially closed until I remember that I’m wearing a helmet, and if anyone has to do that its Baekhyun. Which is fucking scary considering the fact that he is the one driving! Steering this two-wheeled vehicle that tilts side to side depending on the gravitational pull of the earth and the wind.

I flinch when we roll over a bump in the road, gripping the front of Baekhyun’s shirt. I can’t tell if it’s the motorcycle or his chuckles causing the vibrations in his chest when I rest my head on his back. The sun is slowly rising, pale light peeking over the horizon. It bounces off of the calm ocean water in the distance. It’s fascinating, how the ocean and the cloudy sky meet, like a snowglobe full of cascading sparkles.

The blur of buildings comes into focus when we slow down, Baekhyun resting his feet on the ground when we reach a red light. Recognizing the slightly run-down buildings, my heart rate picks up. “Baekhyun? Where are we going?” I ask warily. Instead of replying, he pats my clenched fist in a pacifying manner and takes off once the light switches to green.

Gulping down my nerves, I make sure to take note of every street we go down in case I have to hightail my ass out of wherever we are headed. The sight of small brick houses and wide front porches brings a wave of nostalgia over me—and not in a good way. All I can do is hold onto him and hope I stay in one piece until we reach our destination. The weight of my knife concealed in my left boot gives me little reassurance.

We start to slow down on a street that welcomes us with the largest maple tree that I’ve ever seen, followed by small but surprisingly well-kept homes. It’s pretty for the infamous neighborhood that we are in, and the house we stop in front of in particular is the nicest one.

Baekhyun drives up the driveway and parks, getting off the motorcycle with grace before helping me down as well. I flinch when I try to straighten my injured arm. It hurts worse than it did earlier, burning every time my denim jacket sways in the wind and brushes against it. I keep my arm bent at the elbow while clutching it to my chest.

Baekhyun notices but doesn’t say anything. He walks up to the house while I linger behind, taking in the flower-filled yard. Pretty pink roses and beautifully bloomed dandelions take up most of the land. Growing steadily alongside the driveway and sidewalk, their healthy petals awaiting the sunlight.

“Hey.”

Turning back to Baekhyun, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe of the open door. The sun shines down on his caramel-colored coat, black graphic tee shirt, and leather pants. The more I look at him, the more confused I get. How on earth is he in a bike gang? He has no visible tattoos, no piercings. The only things “gangsta” about him are his sharp brown eyes, confident stance, and authoritative aura.

Baekhyun clears his throat, jolting me from my thoughts. He raises a brow with a tilt of his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “Come in.” He disappears into the house before I can give any sort of reply.

Pulling my phone out of my bra, I snap a picture of the street sign and send it to my friend so they know my whereabouts—just in case. I tuck it back under my shirt and take one last look at the quiet neighborhood before entering the house.

The only way I can describe the interior is warm. With light brown walls and darker carpeted floors. The living room alone is full of worn-in couches with pretty throw blankets. When I start to take off my shoes, Baekhyun pops up, shaking his head, “there’s more dirt on this floor than out in the yard.”

He walks off into another part of the house with his heeled boots and loud footsteps. I spot a bright orange crumpled leaf and a patch of dried grass in the center of the room. Heeding his advice, I take a wary glance at the unlocked door before going to look for him. Walking to the other side of the living room, I’m met with a doorway to the kitchen on my left and a hallway to my right. Finding no sign of Baekhyun in the tidy room, I venture down the hall.

“In here,” he calls out just as I pass the first door on the left.

Backtracking a few steps, I look inside the bathroom while he rummages in the cabinet under the sink. My eyes move back to him when he swears.

“I know I left it somewhere,” he mumbles just as his eyes caught sight of something. With a tug, he pulls back to close the doors, standing up with a familiar red box in his hands. “Have a seat,” he beckons me over, gesturing to the closed toilet lid with his chin.

I settle myself on the cold surface, the white porcelain chilling my skin through my jeans. Watching him carefully while he sets the first-aid kit beside the sink and takes out antibacterial wipes. When he reaches for my arm I flinch back.

Baekhyun gives me a look. “May I?”

Sighing deeply and gritting my teeth, I nod with a roll of my eyes, slowly taking off my ripped jacket and dropping it in the bathtub. I look away when he draws nearer with the wipe, clenching my hand into a fist. The sting brings tears to my eyes.

After what feels like hours, Baekhyun gets to work on the gauze, gently wrapping it around my arm and taping it together. I take a few deep breaths as he moves over to the sink, focusing on the sound of running water instead of the irritated skin of my scratched palms.

“You won’t need stitches,” Baekhyun murmurs thoughtfully, his voice breaking the silence, echoing across the tiled walls of the room. He dries his hands on an indigo blue towel hanging from a high bathroom rack attached to the wall. “...Are you okay?”

The hint of concern in his voice is surprising, it prompts my eyes shift over to him. “Yea—Fuck!” I hiss loudly, quickly bending my elbow back to its position. The tender wound throbs painfully in sync with my racing heartbeat.

His brows raise. He crosses his arms, leaning his hip against the counter and giving me another knowing look. I only glare back at him.

Baekhyun sighs tiredly. “I’ll get you an Advil.” He shakes his head, making his way out of the room and venturing further down the hallway. I clutch my arm to my chest, sending a quick text to my friend to come pick me up. Thankfully she’s right around the block, passing through the neighborhood on her way back home from work.

A smile curls on my lips when she sends a picture of the great maple tree at the nearest red light. The bandages crinkle when I stand up, grabbing my jacket and tentatively closing the first-aid kit before heading back towards the front of the house. Heavy footsteps have my head whipping back around to find Baekhyun in the hallway with a box of Advil in his hands. “Hey,” he cracks an awkward smile, his hair slightly disheveled.

I narrow my eyes at him.

The smile slowly falls off his face. He clears his throat, gesturing to the box in his hand. “I got you the Advil.”

“I see.” I don’t take my eyes off of him for a minute, shifting my weight so I can retrieve my knife if the need arises. His body language is off and his intentions are not clear. I make sure to keep distance between us; I’ve been in this situation a million times before. Whatever he is trying to achieve with this small talk, I am not up for sticking around to find out.

“Do you, uh‒” he runs a hand through his hair. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I called a friend,” I smile tightly.

“Oh.” His hand falls down to his side. He shoves it into his pocket and outstretches the box in his hand towards me. “Here, half the box is left. You probably need them more than‒” his eyes catch mine and he clears his throat again, “me.”

I look him up and down and carefully take the box from his hand, avoiding making any contact. My lips twitch in a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Thanks.”

Baekhyun nods, shoving both hands in his pockets, the velvet green underside of his coat showing when he parts his lips again. “About what happened earli‒”

The rev of a sports car engine cuts him off. “Hop in, bitch!” my best friend yells, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of this shady neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. “We’re going home!”

I glance at the open door then shoot him a forced, polite smile. “Thanks um… Baekhyun, was it? But there’s my ride. I got to go.”

Baekhyun nods while I make sure I have everything, tucking the box of medicine under my good arm. “See you around,” he speaks up when I’m halfway through the door.

Darting my eyes back to him with my hand on the screen door, I smile my fakest smile, letting it slam shut behind me. “Bye!” With a roll of my eyes, I match down the driveway to my friend’s car and hop in with a passive-aggressive smile.

“What the hell happened to your arm?” she raises a perfectly arched brow.

“A situation you never want to be in while shopping for hairspray, Alison. Now drive.”

Part 1✓ | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

A/N: If you would like me to continue posting this story on Tumblr, reblog or comment to let me know! (^-^)

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150+ Followers DTIYS Contest!

Hello! This is going to be a quick OOC post!

This took a smidge longer then I'd have liked but...This blog has gained more then 100 followers, in fact its gained 163 very quickly! (Been planning this since it hit 100 I just am only finally posting this now, oops? >_<)

And that is...honestly a bit boggling, I made this little blog just for the fun of it and to join in on tumblr Slendlr shenanigans, I never expected so many people to actually follow it and like Pink so much! So a quick thank you to all of you, I appreciate you all! ^-^

@dustsansm1 had been the one to suggest a DTIYS so that's what I'm doing!

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HELLO HELLO I LOVE THAT YOU'RE DOING THIS THERE'S SO MANY TSWIFT SONGS THAT FUELS MY YEARNING ;-;

Can you do 'I used to think love would be burning red but it's golden like daylight' with druig from eternals?

Daylight - druig

I used to think love would be burning red | But it’s golden like Daylight.

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. Listen... this may not be what you were looking for, but after I got this idea, I couldn't not write it, and honeslty almost made this a mini-series ... oops. This one took me so long, and I'm so sorry! I just had to make this perfect as a gift to all my Druig babies after leaving you guys high and dry- so this is for all of you who got me this far with my Druig fame here on tumblr <3 <3 my gratitude is immeasurable.

wordcount: 3.3k

trope / pairing: druig x Fem Reader , fluff with slight angst

warnings: slight angst because you cannot escape the druig angst here

Materslist | Marvel Masterlist | Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Masterlist |

It was a dreary afternoon. The clouds hung low, threatening to spill any second. A deep rumble echoed off the buildings, as a light flash shone through the gray. The storm was rolling in, but with it brought an unexpected energy in the air. 

You were walking down the streets of the city, eyeing the sky. You were still five minutes away from your destination, and were praying silently you’d make it in time before the rain drenched the streets. 

Suddenly, a low growl sounded behind you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Turning, you came face to face with a creature you had never seen before. Eyes wide, you froze, staring at the blue and gold creature, its muscles flexing as it stood, breathing heavy. It almost looked mechanical, yet made of tissue at the same time. Easily, it was the scariest being you had ever seen. 

Stumbling backwards, you tripped over the curb, landing flat on your ass. You were trembling, fear overtaking you as the creature moved closer and closer. 

A shot of golden light flew from the sky, right into the creature sending it flying through the air. A man followed the golden beam, responsible for it penetrating through the air. You were about to scream, but a wave of calm washed over you.

You turned your head, coming face to face with a man. He had a golden haze around him, and his hand was outstretched towards you. 

“It’s okay,” his voice was deep, and thick with an accent you didn’t recognize. He sounded distant, as if you were underwater and he was above the surface, shouting. A buzz humming through your head made it difficult to hear the commotion going on around you. 

As if emerging from water, the second you placed your hand in his, his voice became clear and the haze dissipated, until it only glowed behind him. He had dark, ocean blue eyes that peered quizzically at you. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, his voice gentle yet gruff. 

“y/n,” you responded softly. His eyes flickered with golden specks, and a sense of peace flooded your mind once more. 

You knew it was him, from the second his powers touched your thoughts. He didn’t hide that it was him, something compelling him to let you trust him fully. 

In a blink, his powers were gone, leaving a warm fuzzy feeling over your memories. He smiled slightly, as he looked at you in a different light. 

“y/n. I like the sound of that. I’m Druig,” he said. 

The golden haze faded around him, and you were consciously aware of the world again. You turned around, still holding onto his hand as you looked for the creature. 

“It’s gone now, you don’t have to worry.” He said, knowing instantly what you were searching for.

“Druig!” You heard a voice say in the distance. It belonged to a pretty tall woman, with long dark hair. She radiated with a sweet, feminine energy, as she held herself gently. 

He nodded his head to her- a silent communication passing between the two of them. Somehow you knew. He had to go. 

But you didn’t want to let go, and he knew that too. 

“I’ll be back.” He had said, placing a soft kiss to your hand before he let go. 

You watched as he walked with grace over to the dark-haired woman. There was something about the two of them, and the one flying in the air earlier, that felt… ethereal to you; as if they were gods. You shook your head, laughing quietly at the idea. 

“You know what we have to do…” Sersi whispered to Druig as he approached her. She had a solemn look on her face. She too hated this just as much as he did. 

“I know,” Druig sighed. He hated that Arishem had tasked them with this new part of their mission: testing any human who came in contact with the Deviants. Arishem wanted reports from Ajak on how the humans responded, but none of the eternals were sure why- Ajak never said. 

“I know, I hate it too,” Sersi said, feeling Druig’s uneasiness. He looked at her with a sad smile, and turned back around to face you. You were right where he left you, stuck in the daze he left you in. Something about you was different. He felt so guilty for having control of your mind right now. It made him nauseous. 

Nonetheless, he stood tall, his hands placed behind his back as he walked up to you. You greeted him with a bright, naive smile. Poor thing, he thought to himself, as he offered you a gentle smile. 

“Come with me,” he whispered, extending his hand to reach yours. You took it, grateful for the kindness of this man. 

A golden light flashed before your eyes, your head instantly feeling woozy as if you were traveling at a high speed through space. A warm air hit you with a force, knocking you back- or at least that’s what it felt like. You couldn’t see a damn thing. Is this what blacking out felt like? You had briefly thought to yourself, before you fell forward into Druigs' open arms. 

“There’s nothing here,” A woman’s voice said. It was deep, the hint of an accent lingering. She had tan skin, and long black hair. 

“I told you. There is no point in doing all of this still.” The voice was Druigs. He was frustrated, his tone giving him away. 

“Guys…” Sersi said, her eyes darting to where you laid, your eyes beginning to flutter open. An oxygen mask was placed over your mouth and nose, helping you breathe better. There was a bright exam light over you, and you laid on a hard surface. You shifted, and a ruffling of paper gave away it was a doctor table set up. 

Your head was pounding, and the light began to get brighter as your head throbbed. A pained moan escaped your lips, growing as intense as the metaphorical knife in your skull. 

The next second you were screaming, the sound muffled slightly by the oxygen mask. You tried to move, to take the damned thing off, only to discover you were strapped down on the exam table. Panic began to kick in, as you thrashed about. 

Druig stood next to the table, grimacing as he watched you writhe in a pain he could easily take away. His hand reached out against his command, willing to help. 

“Druig, no.” Ikaris said sternly. 

“You’re not the one in charge.” Druig snapped back, daggers in his eyes as he stared at the eternal he hated the most. If he could kill Ikaris- which he could in an instant if Ajak allowed it, he would in a heartbeat. 

“Well someone has to be!” Ikaris shouted, looking amongst the group. Ajak glared at him, as he blatantly undermined her. 

“Ikaris that’s enough. Druig, you do what you have to do. Ease her pain, but don’t mess with her mind. We still need it.” 

Druig glared at her now, but reached his hand out to grip yours. He let his power flow through him into you, easing the nerves in your body to feel nothing. He watched as your body thrashed, only to settle a few minutes later. The fear didn’t leave your eyes though, making his heart break. 

He didn’t want this. He didn’t care if Arishem ordered it or not, it was utter bullshit. Everyone knew exactly how he felt, some sharing the same sentiment like Sersi and Makkari- who was currently hiding, unable to witness the torture.  

Ajak was currently meddling more in your mind, searching for any trace of the Deviant in you. Druig could feel her power pulsating next to his, making him hot with anger. Sersi glanced over at him as he twitched, knowing he was about 2 seconds away from breaking. 

“Ajak, perhaps there’s another way,” Sersi started, trying desperately to mend the situation. Ajak only continued, humming softly to herself. Druig rolled his neck. He could only stand the feel of her power next to his for so long. 

If Druig loved anything it was control- and no one could really blame him. His entire power was focused around it, controlling himself, the voices, the minds of others. The feeling and knowledge of not being in control took a toll on him. 

“Ajak…,” Sersi warned, a hint of pleading in her voice. 

“There, I’m done. She’s all clear. Druig, you know what to do now,” Ajak pulled back, the emptiness of her power a relief against Druig’s. A collective sigh was heard in the room, but Druig was still hot with anger. He knew what came next- erasing your memories. Which meant erasing that you met him.

Something selfish awoke in him, as he looked down at your figure. Your eyes were now closed, as he pulled you into a deep sleep. He didn’t want you to wake up and no longer know him. He wanted to know you, and to show you that he wasn’t terrifying, that he wasn’t to be feared the way you feared him moments ago. 

Druig only nodded his head toward Ajak, as a plan began to emerge in his head. 

Moonlight bathed the Domo, its light illuminating the inside of the ship, casting long shadows along the walls and hallways. Druig had slipped out of his room, clad in his armor. He moved as silently as he could to where they held the subjects. It was a smaller room at the back of the ship. Due to its size, Ajak had the good sense to only take one to two subjects at a time- especially considering barely any humans actually had contact with the Deviants. 

His eyes grazed upon your sleeping body, the rise and fall of your breaths the only evidence of your slumber from behind. Druig let his power flow through the room, golden streams of lights latching themselves into your mind, a soft lullaby playing to keep you asleep as he lifted you into his arms off the cot. 

This was his plan- to escape with you to wherever your heart desired to go. He just hoped you didn’t hate him once you came to. His eyes fell to your closed ones as he slithered through the halls to the ships transport area. Anticipating a smooth exit, Druig became a little too careless with his steps as he grew closer and closer to the end of the hall. 

It was only the soft breaths of Ikaris that stilled Druig’s steps, making him weary of rounding the final corner. He swore under his breath, calculating his next move. He most certainly couldn’t fight holding your body, and the floor was not an ideal place to rest you… however, he didn’t want to have to escape back through the Domo to gather you again after he defeated Ikaris. 

“I know you’re there Druig,” Ikaris’s disembodied voice sounded from the room. Druig sighed, shifting your body in his arms as he laid you gently against the entrance of the transport room, before walking into where Ikarris stood. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” Druig asked, sneering as he took in Ikaris in his full armor sood before him. 

“If you think I don’t know what you are up to, then you are dumber than I thought.” Ikaris was careful with his words- careful in the sense that he wanted to rile Druig, just not too much that would call attention. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Where is she?” The question was curt, and loud as Ikaris held Druig’s gaze. He was determined to protect you from the madman Ikaris had become of late. He was unrecognizable as he stood before Druig now, his eyes bloodthirsty, twitching. 

Druig took two steps closer, coming mere inches from Ikaris’ face. His eyes grew hazy with red as his anger overtook him. Ikaris flinched ever so slightly, knowing none of them knew the true limit of Druig’s power, as he always held back. 

None of them knew of the dark swirling thoughts he kept at bay, encouraging him to do dark and devious things. Baiting him with every snide look and every snarky comment made by his teammates- Ikaris specifically were the voices’ favorite to tempt Druig with. 

And now, he was contemplating giving in. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” Ikaris sneered. After a pause he continued with an unmatched ferocity, “where is the girl?”. 

“I thought you weren’t asking again.” A smirked danced across Druigs face, but was soon wiped from his lips as Ikaris’s fist came in contact with his jaw. 

Now he had done it. 

The floodgates opened in Druig’s mind, the voices spilling out into the air as dark spiraling shadows, captivating Ikaris’ attention. Druig’s eyes were golden, clearly in command of the disembodied voices, hanging low in the air as they slithered towards Ikaris. He buckled at the sound, crawling backwards as he tried to escape. 

“Wha-” Ikaris was cut off as the shadows entered his gaping mouth, filling his head with the dark thoughts that once plagued Druigs. When the last of the shadows had filled Ikaris’s head, he stood, his eyes reflecting the gold in Druigs. 

“Go back into your chambers. Do not wake until dawn, and speak nothing of what happened to the girl or to me.” The command was simple, but effective, as Ikaris nodded curtly. He turned, walking militantly back to his chambers deep in the Domo. 

By now, you had awakened at the sounds of the shadows. You were peering out gently behind the wall, staring fearfully at the man who now stood solemn in the room. 

He caught your attention and his face softened instantly as he saw you sulk back behind the wall. 

“Do not be afraid,” Druig whispered, moving gently to the doorway. “It’s still me.” 

You moved forward just an inch, to peer back at the man you had once had such an intense attachment too. That bond was still there, pulling you towards him, the specks of gold in his eyes were alluring. 

Standing, you walked slowly towards him, as he held his arms out. 

“Wha- what is happening?” You asked, your voice hoarse from being unconscious for so long. 

“I am rescuing you.” Druig said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You reached your hand out to gently touch his, tracing the lines along his hands. 

“What did you do to that man?” 

“I did what I had to to ensure your safety. And I would do it over and over again if it meant you were safe and out of harm's way.” 

“But… why?” You were perplexed by these sentiments. This man before you was a god, and you were just… well, you.

“Because I will never let another soul so much as look at you the wrong way, without ensuring they will be met with endless mental torment.” His fingers grazed your chin, making you meet his eye. 

“We can run away, start a new village, and rule over them together- if that is what you wish. Or, we can return to the city, back to your life as it was before.” 

You paused, trying to recall memories of a past life, where you were apparently from. 

“I don’t think I remember what my life was like before,” you admitted. Anger flickered in his eyes as he knew Ikaris had some part in this. He caressed your chin, up to your cheek, before tracing your lips with the gentle tips of his fingers. 

“Then we’ll run until we find a place where you feel the safest and the happiest.” 

You only nodded, taking his hand, and following him blindly into this new world. 

Luscious green leaves filled the landscape, the dark brown of the tree stumps a mere accent to the canopies that were so full, there was not a hint of sky shining through them. The forest bed was soft, still in the quiet. The atmosphere was still as well, a low blue-gray fog rolling in from the lake that lay just up ahead. 

Brown lodges sat amongst the trees, carved out of the very same wood. Villagers sat in and around the lodges, many of them chatting about what was to come of their day, scouring down the breakfast their loved ones made for them. The hum of chatter was the only sound among the stillness. 

Druig sat at the head of the table in his lodge, sucking on a strawberry. You were at his side, enjoying the breakfast he had made for you. It consisted of all your favorite fruits and nuts, all hand picked by him. 

For many who ruled over villages, it was the man who was doted on by his partner. But not here. No, here, you were the ruler, and Druig was merely your loyal lover, kneeling beside you always. He was submissive in every way to you, but dominant to those in the village, becoming something they feared. No one could deny his love and affection for you though. 

“Do you have any plans today, love?” You asked him, reaching gently for his hand. He turned his attention to you, shaking his head. 

“I wondered if you wanted to head down to the lake with me today. It’s so hot out, I figured it would be nice to take a swim.” 

“Like, right now?” He asked, setting down the strawberry he had. 

“Uh,” you paused to think about it, but Druig smiled devilishly as he shot out of his chair. You eyed him suspiciously, before he threw your chair back, gripped your waist, and slung you over his shoulder. You shrieked, hitting his back as he took off out of the lodge. 

Giggles echoed off the trees as you gave in, letting him carry you down to the shoreline. His own laughter could be heard, spreading a smile to the villagers faces. They couldn’t help but smile watching as their rulers ran off into the morning light. 

“Druig! I’m going to fall!” You shouted, gripping his shoulders tightly as he tripped over a stone. 

“I got ya’,” he called out, his hands only becoming firmer on your hips, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You could already feel the crescent moon marks from his nails make its way past the thin fabric of our dress. 

You heard the splash of water before you felt the water being submerged over your body, as Druig ran into the lake. His hands didn’t let go of you entirely, as you slipped from his shoulder into the murky darkness of the waters below. It was refreshing, the cold water lapping at your skin as you broke the surface. 

“That was mean!” You shouted, but grateful for the plunge, as you now felt more awake. Druig only smirked as he lowered himself fully in the water, coming mere inches from your face. 

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He whispered, pulling you even closer to him. 

“Only every day,” you giggled. His lips found yours, moving gently against yours. The kiss was passionate, hungry, as if he had not just finished eating breakfast minutes ago. 

The warmth of the sunlight hit your face as it broke over the horizon, causing Druig to pull back. He turned his attention to the daybreak, watching in awe as the sun bathed the lake and the forest beyond in its morning glory. 

“You know, a long time ago, I used to think love was a lot like the color red. Passionate, and fiery to the point where it burns,” Druig rambled, turning back to face you. “But I couldn’t have been more wrong.” 

“What is love then?” You ask, eager to hear how his mind works, constantly comparing one thing to another. 

“It is warm and refreshing. Bright and glorious.” He paused, contemplating. You waited patiently. 

“It’s daylight.” 

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[sweet-pea-sims]

hello, simblr! ♡

my name is fae (she/her) and i just wanted to make a lil post to introduce myself to the community and hopefully make some friends that also love playing the sims ♡

i just turned 24, i'm from australia, and i work full time as an embroiderer. i've been playing ts4 since 2016, back when my brother built his first computer and we would take turns playing.

i also used to be on tumblr back in the day, but i deleted all other socials except for yt 2 yrs ago and i've been missing tumblr tbh... i know the site isn't what it used to be but regardless of that i'm very happy to be here ♡

i've recently been wanting to share my sims and their stories with everyone bc i just love them so much and i kind of want to keep a digital diary of them bc i dont want to forget them :')

so i'm going to be uploading gameplay from my lucid legacy challenge by @luciidsimmer lp. i've never really played through an entire legacy challenge (despite playing the game since like 2016 oops) so i'm excited to share that journey !!

i hope you all enjoy my content ♡

[ataleofcrowns]

hello! I'm sorry if this isn't the type of question to send here (not game related) but I recently got really into Interactive Fiction games such as yours and was wondering how did you get exposure since I think it must've been really difficult without the support of like the CoG forum since you developed the game on twine (idk if you moved it to twine and were on there before oops) I'm asking because I too want to kind of start writing and I like the way twine games look but it would discourage me if no one knew about it? Anyway, love your game can't wait for the next update and have a wonderful day!

This isn't an exact answer to your question but I think this post can help a lot in terms of wanting to build a larger following for IF writers who are just starting out.

Especially considering how many IFs are being released - when I first released AToC 3 years ago there weren't even half as many Twine IFs active on Tumblr, so it was easier for me to grow an audience compared to someone starting out in the current climate. True, I don't have the exposure from something as large/established as the CoG forum, which can help a lot, but there weren't as many Twine IFs out to keep track of either. Hell, a lot of new people now who get into playing AToC through itch.io have never even heard of CoG lol.

Overall I would say: be consistent with posting content on the blog with use of tags, and have a regular release schedule planned for chapter or scene updates. It doesn't have to be perfectly polished or completely finished either. Remember that it's still a WIP! The most important part is for readers to know you're still working on the story, even if you put out small or incomplete updates. Be patient and forgiving to yourself, especially if this is a hobby that you want to do for fun and not a job aspiration.

Once you have a certain amount of content already out there, let's say 3-5 chapters, I think readers are a lot more forgiving with waiting for updates because you've built a solid foundation. They'll have some security that you're working on the story/won't abandon it in the future, so it'll be easier going from there. Plus, there's already content out there for them to return to/evaluate.

Hope this helped, and much luck with your future writing endeavors!!

[morikawamirai]

um hello! i'm really curious, is there like.. an introduction post for victimgram or official blog or anything? i want to learn more about victimgram; i just don't know where to start!

OH YEAH!!!! id (takamitakao) made an introductory-ish post in response to an ask a while ago, but i can try my best to kinda. explain it?? in my "guy who literally never shuts up ever" kind of fashion

basically, victimgram is KIND OF? what it says on the tin. a milgram au where MOST? of the victims swap with the prisoners. and I say most bc like… 1- there were some scenarios where we couldn't really picture their "confirmed" victim to actually manage to commit murder? (shidou, fuuta and yuno are like. the best examples of this) and 2- this au was admittedly… pre-triage, so we didn't have much to go for either LOL (it's the main reason aoi looks so different!!)

also yeah this means the main cast for milgram is dead so... oops

umm. i was putting a long desc for them but to summarize

warden killcheroy = fuuta's victim

mirai = the braids girl from haruka's mvs

coney = one of yuno's clients

rumerie = the pink haired guy from bring it on. most ppl know this dude

rei = rei

sayu = the middle school girl at the beginning of throw down. and also one of muu's friends in her mvs!!

aoi = mappi's boyfriend

hinako = kazui's wife

meowy = the cat in magic

eagle = mikoto's victim in MeMe

takao = the child kidnapper in harrow

we have a twitter too! which is where most of our posts go (which for the time being is mostly timeline convos until we actually have the undercover stuff ready!!!! (yes we have a victimgram undercover :muscle:) we used to have a bot too, but then m*sk killed twitter bot functionality </3

more than anything it's mainly an AU that me and some friends p much made for funsies?? but like. literally anyone showing interest makes us very very happy!! to the point you might have seen victimgram in passing in the live chats LOL. i could go for hours, but tumblr has a character limit on asks unfortunately </3

[fangirltothefullest]

Hello, you were one of the first blogs I followed on Tumblr like...ever. I followed you for that Jacksepticeye and Markiplier comic you did ages ago (I think I found it on deviantart first) and stayed when you pivoted to mainly Sanders Sides.

I feel really fucking old ngl

Not as old as my friendship with @kousagi7hikari when we met in like, what... 2012? 2011? Gosh I know it's been over ten years bestie. X3 or @accidental-hero and healing-touch (whose name on here I don't remember becsuse gods I'm so forgetful oops) who've known me since neopets.

You're talking about @the-ais-comic though aren't you lol it's still there it's just old and I've never updated it oopsiepoopsies

[shinestarhwaa]

hello!! could you write some jongho angst? maybe unrequited love or something i feel like there’s a lack of jongho angst in general across tumblr and ao3 :(

Hii! My first Jongho fic, oop👀 I agree there's not enough angst here! I hope you like this one <3 Enjoy!

Come and Go || C.JH

Genre: Angst

Pairing: BestFriend!Jongho x Gender Neutral Reader

Words: 500

Warnings/tags: College!AU, not much, just y/n being madly in love with Jongho, unrequited love, angsty shit

It was obvious to most, how in love you were with your best friend Choi Jongho, the only person in the world who was oblivious to your feelings for him.

You were in your second year of your Management studies and had been Jongho's dorm neighbour since you came here. He was a third year student, and he had helped you a lot along the way.

The two of you started out as study buddies, him being your tutor for the most. It took a few months before the two of you got closer, going out doing fun activities and sharing secrets with each other.

Your roommate Hyunjin was the first to realize you had a major crush on Jongho. ''You should do something about it!''

''Hyunjin-ah, you do not understand, he won't like me,'' you whined, laying down on your couch. ''But if you won't tell him, you'll never know, Y/N.''

Hyunjin might be right, you thought. Maybe you just ought to tell him sometime soon. But how are you supposed to tell your best friend how much you love him? How much you wanted to kiss him?

''Look, tonight is Wooyoung's party, why don't you pull him aside and confess? Or just start making out with him,'' Hyunjin laughed. Before you could agree, Hyunjin took you to your room to pick out an outfit for the party.

.

.

.

.

When you arrived to the party, held at Wooyoung's parents house, it was already full of hammered people, and the smell of beer and several liquors you couldn't process was nearly unbearable.

Yet, you remembered Hyunjin's words and decided to power through. When you saw Jongho talking to his friend Yunho, you felt yourself smile so hard it embarrassed you.

Just when you wanted to say hi, you saw his arms around a girl. His arms. Around a girl. You felt like a dagger stabbed you in the chest and you couldn't breathe for a second.

''Hey, Y/N! Meet my girlfriend, Heejin!'' Jongho smiled widely. ''H-hi, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you,'' you said shyly, bowing to Heejin.

His girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

''Excuse me,'' you said as you bowed and ran off to the porch, tears stinging your eyes, leaving a confused Jongho behind.

''Y/N? What's going on?'' Hyunjin asked. They leaned against the wall, holding a beer and a cigarette.

''He has a girlfriend, that is what's going on.''

''Who? Jongho? He has a girlfriend?'' Hyunjin gasped, eyes wide open. ''Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry,'' Hyunjin apologized, carefully embracing you.

You fell into their arms and sobbed.

''Let's get out of here, go home, hm?''

You nodded softly. How were you supposed to ever be around Jongho again? He wasn't single, he has a girlfriend. The slightest hope you ever had of you two becoming a thing, had faded.

Hyunjin patted your head softly and held your hand while walking back to the campus.

''Feelings come and go, Y/N, and so do girlfriends.''

[lady-of-imladris]

Writer Asks

Thank you so much for tagging me @coraleethroughthelookingglass and @pursuitseternal <3

Answers under the cut!

1) How many works on AO3?

I only have 2 on ao3 because it's so much easier to post on tumblr? The tagging system still scares me lol. I have 17+ fics total (but apparently I forgot to tag at least two of them in my masterlist. oops)

2) what’s your AO3 word count?

ao3 word count: 2994

total word count: over 36k

3) What fandoms do you write for?

mostly Tolkien related: lotr/the hobbit/the silm/rings of power

4) what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Gonna go by notes on tumblr instead because I have more fics here! 1. Thranduil braiding Legolas' hair drabbles

2. Gain a Son (Theoden survives and meets Faramir AU)

3. Chapter 3 of The Great War (In case you're wondering why specifically this chapter; it is the smuttiest)

4. Chapter 1 of The Great War (ah yes, people had great expectations in my writing. back then. 6 months ago. sorry)

5. Chapter 5 of The Great War (The second smuttiest)

5) Do you respond to comments?

I try! I love interacting with people who read my fics and even take the time to comment <3

6) What fic did you write with the angstiest ending?

There's probably a few chapters of The Great War that have an angsty ending (brace yourselves, I'm gonna make Thranduil SUFFER) but I don't think I have an angsty standalone... (time to change that lol)

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Probably Arda University, my cute little LOTR college AU!! (read to find out why it's happy lmao)

8) do you get hate on fics?

Luckily not! I'm pretty sure one single hate comment would make me stop writing altogether. People who leave hate on fics are evil!!!!

9) do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do! Most notably I've done praise kink and breeding kink. I still have a bit of an explicit smut writing block? idk what's going on there

10) crossovers?

Best I can do is college AU! I have not done a crossover (yet?)

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12) have you had a fic translated?

No

13) have you ever co-written a fic?

No

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

Can't say I have an all time favourite, but Eowyn X Faramir is up there!!!

15) what’s a Wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god. Really exposing myself here. The Thranduil/Feanor/Reader threesome will probably never be finished, but I wish I would.

16) what are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at darkness, despair, heartbreak and foreshadowing that is so blatantly obvious that I prolong everyone's suffering :)

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

I am rather new to writing so I probably have quite a few! I am not good at planning my chapters so the word count remains consistent (At least not in my current longfic). I take super long to write things??? And I don't think I'm very good at writing smut 🙃

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I throw in some Elvish or Black Speech every once in a while to mix things up! I'm not opposed to any language that makes sense and that I speak a reasonable amount of (like German or French)

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Rogue One. Was it Krennic Smut. Yes.

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Once again, Arda University. It was super fun to write!!!! And I think it is a cute and fun little read :)

No pressure tagging: @thesolarangel @wordbunch @sotwk (hello new friend!) @niennawept and open tags of course!! <3 <3

[athenasparrow]

Hello, I'm Athena!

AO3 Profile

Since I've started writing instead of just reading the beautiful, enthralling, gravitational fics out there I thought I should introduce myself.

I'm studying at the moment, so will be a bit sporadic in my writing. I am trying to become a doctor, I love chocolate and my favourite element is water.

My works will always have happy endings and a lot of flirting along the way, most will have smut and I prefer muggle au over canon.

Current Works 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼

Complete Works:

Uncomfortably Numb | 12,197 words

Written for the Valentine's Day Gift Exchange 2023. A different take on enemies to friends to lovers: James loses the love of his life and spends the next decade drowning in pain and loss as he fights a never ending war.

February Microfics | 1,503 words

3 February microfics prompted by @jilymicrofics : )

The Right Door | 18,114 words

Sirius and Remus try to set up Lily and James, but turns out they've already met. Fluff, smut and ridiculousness with a wee bit of plot sprinkled in.

March Microfics | 22,840 words

A microfic for every day of March, prompted by @jilymicrofics

Stripped Back to Basics | 11,443 words

"Naked Attraction" AU collab fic with @charmsandtealeaves in which Petunia probably regrets telling Lily to "put herself out there."

Ongoing Works:

On a Train | 3,587 words

Because of course when things aren’t planned, you can’t take into account the fact the compartment might be occupied by a stranger.

A very fit stranger, Lily noted as she dragged her eyes over his dark pants, sage linen shirt that was buttoned up past his elbows. His utterly delicious forearms on display.

Well how the hell was she supposed to focus when he had arms like that?

Smutty Scenes | 6,562 words

Ongoing smut collection with scenes from all works all in once place.

Dancing With Our Hands Tied | 1,584 words

But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t take his eyes off her figure as she moved effortlessly in rhythm with whatever song she had playing. He learned she was wearing more than a t-shirt when she slid across the kitchen on her socks, throwing her head back to sing words James wished he could hear.

OR: In a world where social distancing reigns supreme, two strangers find themselves confined to their apartments with love only a window away.

A @jilymicro-oops from March Microfic Prompt "Glance"

Unpublished WIPs:

Once Before - a "Married at first sight" Jily AU

Healer Evans - In which James mistakes Lily for a man.

Call It What You Want - FWB, or are they?

Thinking Out Loud - Lily really needs to print her workbook

@jilymicro-oops fics from prompts:

Lock (in which a ginger thief causes mayhem)

Swing (James spots a toddler that looks remarkably like him)

@jilymicrofics

April - 3 fics across all prompts

Mystery May - come guess which are mine!

July - 31 days of smut

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[misc-obeyme]

grey asmo here!

Hope you are doing fine, and congrats on 1K.

You know when you say a character and the first person that comes to your head...i think esp with obey me, there are so many media out there, that represents the 7 demons.

For example when you think of Lucifer? The first pops into my head would be a blond haired but obey me Lucifer.

Weird.. and also fun, this goes without saying, like when I picture Lilith obey me white eyes and white hair,

Like Michael everyone in the fandom agrees that Michael has long hair and blue eyes, but for me Adam from spn, or matt cohan with bluish eyes

Hello again, grey Asmo!

I'm doing well, I hope things are good with you! And thank you! Honestly I just use the follower count as an excuse to do events lol.

You know, I'm so Obey Me obsessed that right now that's the first thing I think of whenever I hear any reference to any other versions of the characters. It's happened before where I'm scrolling through Tumblr and someone says something about Satan and I'm like I don't remember that... no wait. They mean like Satan from the real world lol. Oops.

However, before Obey Me was a thing I even knew about, I always had a tendency to imagine Lucifer with black hair when I was thinking of him having a human form. I often imagined him with goat horns and legs and bat wings and the whole thing lol. Kinda Krampus style but with more red. But the more human looking version of him always had black hair in my mind for some reason.

I loooove all the Lilith designs I've seen, but I am absolutely on board with white haired Lilith. I never really considered her eyes but white eyes would certainly be interesting too!

I think with Michael, my Obey Me version of him is different from how I would think of him outside of Obey Me. When I wrote the little story for the anon who requested Michael (here), I gave him long blond hair and blue eyes with some opal in them. But that's because all of the angels in the game have the blue eyes with a little bit of yellow in them, so it was just a variation on that. And I dunno blond hair made sense to me. But I've seen some excellent Michael fan designs that I love where he looks completely different! I do hope they give us a good design when he finally shows up!

But outside of Obey Me, I tend to think of Michael as more of a classic Biblical Jesus looking guy... brown hair, brown eyes, with a beard and glasses... for some reason?? I have no idea where that's coming from lol. I really don't know why my brain imagines him that way, but I must have picked it up from somewhere??

Maybe these are all just amalgams of all the versions of these characters that I've seen or read about in various medias over the years? It's certainly interesting to think about the first version of them that comes into your head!

[yesmissnyx]

Hello, Miss Nyx. I'm around 25, and I've only recently gotten into this sort of thing- and mostly on a sideblog, until I realized how much more limited they are. How do you get past the fear of being judged for kink/being sexual in public places like tags?

Hey there! Oh man, this is a question that got me thinking. So, uh, long post incoming!

Okay, so...being unapologetically horny has been something I've been wanting to do for most of my adult life, but I've only managed to get over my fears of being judged/being seen as inappropriate this year. In my 30s. A little past the point where greater society sees as conventionally desirable, oops.

That being said, it didn't just happen magically! it's taken a lot of working on myself and introspection to get to the point where I feel confident enough to do this. What's helped the most though, is the following:

-> Trusting in myself enough to read the room, and post things in appropriate places. I'm generally careful to make sure my stuff is mature-locked (which, THANK YOU TUMBLR for finally adding that!) and finding tags that can be easily searched AND filtered.

Blocking/filtering makes it so that someone only has to see me ONCE before they can block me and never see me again. It's not my responsibility to make myself everyone's taste, you know? It's not even possible! If someone doesn't want to see me, they are more than welcome to block me or my personal tags.

All I can do is go, "This is the content I want to create," create it, and then put it places where it can be found.

-> If I do mess up, or someone gives me feedback that makes me question whether I should change something, I also trust in myself to take criticism with grace and respond to it rationally. Sometimes criticism (or feedback) is coming from a place of genuine helpfulness. Sometimes it's coming from a place of entitlement.

Either it aligns with my values, or it doesn't. By knowing what kind of content I *want* to make, it's easier to decide what feedback I want to give space to.

-> And finally, I trust myself to deal with any harassment, bullying or negativity that comes my way. It'll feel bad in the moment, but I've dealt with enough of that during my life that I know the bad feelings will eventually pass, and I'll be okay in the end.

Like I said--I have no intention to be everyone's taste. There are going to be people who get mad at me for any number of stupid reasons!

(People are very good at doing that, especially on social media.)

But all I can do is try my best to save that mental real estate for the VERY KIND and VERY LOVELY people who have shown me appreciation for what I do.

It sucks, because the reality of the situation is that you have to put yourself out there to receive that kind of support, and find the emotional freedom that comes with receiving that kind of support.

It's hard, and it's taken me a long time to get here, but so far it's absolutely been worth it 💞 Good luck on your own journey!

[celadoncerulean]

hello i suppose i should introduce myself because i am never ever active here bUT hi i am kalei! i've been lurking on tumblr awhile, mostly to keep up with 1d (read: larry) fandom goings-on and discourse

i have decided to finally be active bc i write songs sometimes (and will probably post them at some point) and recently i stumbled across some of @pop-punklouis's writing/tags and was lucky enough to find inspiration for one of the lines in this song. and so i am taking the leap to share even tho it absolutely terrifies me oops

i'm both wildly insecure and a rabid perfectionist and i have some mixed feelings about how this song turned out, which makes sharing this even more nerve-wracking, but i'm still proud of it. this is the first time anybody who's not a direct close friend of mine has intentionally heard my music so pls be kind :')))))

the rest of my shit on soundcloud ok that is all goodbye

[markmybirds]

A Request for Ko-fi for my best girl Tesla

Hello! I don't usually post my own unique things on Tumblr anymore. Unless, someone has tagged me in a bandwagon survey. I don't generally post my art up anymore either so here we go! I'm an artist, I used to post to my other blog @owldrawathing . Markmybirds is actually my artist handle however, I don't use it for my art tumblr because I created the name for Tumblr initially.

Ok now that I've Overshared in Neurospicy. For the TL;DR: Our dog Tesla that we have had in our family for almost 12 years got diagnosed with a Sarcoma Tumour. Here is my Ko-fi link, please spread the word that I am taking commissions and selling prints of existing artwork for her surgery and pathology.

For the More Overshare Edition cause you want to learn about this beautiful dog and her family. Miss Tesla Umbreon came into my husband and I's lives as a late birthday gift to Cody (the husband). We were living in Ottawa and I took him into Gatineau, QC on the pretense that we were visiting puppies to just look and have some time with cute puppies. They were perfect, I would have loved to adopt a CKC dog for us but an Australian Shepherd breeder had an oops litter. I wanted an Aussie and Cody wanted a Lab for our first dog. His parents bred labs and I am a sucker for shepherd breeds. Long story short we picked out Tesla, our bundle of joy, as she was the quietest bean in the litter and the only puppy who was sold on coming home with us right away, just.. You know she was only just under 1 month when we visited her litter. You see the oops litter, well. She was born from an Aussie/Lab (with the smallest dollop of Border Collie) mix and an Australian Shepherd. She was the perfect oops for Cody and I. Tesla has been with us since she was 2 and a half months old. She has always been the best dog. We had a lot of darkness in that year she came to us, we were blessed by her and her now late cat-bro Kain for giving us a great big light in dark times. The past almost 12 years have been the best. She has been with us all throughout our Undergrads in University, our marriage, the birth of our daughter and she has been helping us raise our now five year old. Tesla has the patience of a saint, and although she is an anxious girl for horrible loud sounds she puts others first before her fears. We have never heard her growl or viciously bark at anyone or anything.

Two weeks ago we made an appointment after finding a new old lady bump that was sus. She has a few lumps and bumps that have just stuck around. However, getting this one tested has returned to us the fact it is a Sarcoma/Malignant Tumour. We are trying to raise funds through art and chainmaille jewellery done by my husband. Visit my Ko-fi (links at top of post) for my art commission information. and if you're interested in mobius earrings or a chainmaille bracelet done by my husband please don't be shy to inquire~!

[lelianasbitch]

Hiya, I've never commented on your fic but I just wanted to let you know I'm really enjoying TDoC! Been on a Donna fic spree the past couple weeks and yours was one of the ones I came across that stuck with me. I've only just come back to Tumblr after a long break, but I finished reading it the other night and I couldn't resist dropping a message to gush about it!

I know reader stories can be tricky to write because the protag is technically a self insert, but I think you've done a great job with balancing! The Courier feels like a distinct personality, but she also feels familiar to me.

Also love how you're handling Donna's development. As a reader, I really appreciate that you've put so much consideration and time into research, especially with regards to mental illness. You've clearly put a lot of thought and care into Donna's portrayal, and I think it's so lovely!

Each chapter is just the right amount of fluff, angst, and tension to keep me hooked. The dynamic between the Dimitrescu sisters and The Courier is also hilarious. I've been glued to my phone and sneaking chapters on my lunch break all week like little digital snacks. (Its gotten to the point where I'm pretty sure the people I work with think I have a secret lover, but the only reason I'm not denying it is because I don't know how to tell them that her name is The Deliverance of Change.)

Also, those wee posters you made? Mega cute. I'm no artist or graphic designer so idk if my opinion counts for much but I think they're very *chef's kiss*

Anyway I've waffled quite a bit, but basically my point was your fic has been a thrill to read thus far. Thanks for publishing it. It's been a real uplifter for me, especially on stressful days. No rush for the next chapter, but I'm eager to see what you do next! Hope you're doing well in general and life is treating you fairly :)

Hello! Big oops because this was asked back in August. Thanks for being patient for my reply even though I'm sure you forgot by now 😅

I'm glad that you're enjoying TDoC!! I appreciate you (and everyone else) even if you don't comment.

TDoC is my first x Reader story so it was definitely unusual to be writing in that style. The hard part was trying not to be too self-inserty, but I'm glad that you think I did a good job balancing it.

Writing Donna's development has been fun! There's so many things I can't wait to share and so many things that I was suuper excited to finally be able to read people's reactions when certain events came about.

I love that you've been reading TDoC like "digital snacks" AND that your coworkers might suspect a secret lover. I wonder what would happen if I posted a spicy oneshot . . .

I'd love to create more art like the posters but I'm currently lazy and uninspired . . .

Thank you again for sharing how much you've been enjoying TDoC! Sharing TDoC with so many people has brought great people into my life. It also really encouraged me to tap back into my personal projects which unfortunately have been scarce in recent years, so people's comments like yours brings me joy and gets me excited to continue.

Hope you've been doing well, highskellig! 🖤

[mirersc]

{ art by Aaron Hammerstrom }

HELLO GUYS ! ! !

It is really nice to meet you all. The name's Myler <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> I've been here on Tumblr since February of 2023 and I must say that I don't regret it, because man, this place is a treasure. The art, the headcanons, the theories, the announcements, the people -when they don’t cause drama- et.c.

Overall, EVERYTHING!

✨🌀✨

{ art by tracy yardley }

SOME INFO DUMBING ! ! !

➺ Name’s Myler!

➺ Any pronouns- just don’t it me!

➺ I'm a Sonic fan, but I as well seriously enjoy GI, Encanto & TPN.

➺ Writing & drawing are my passion ( traditionally or digitally )

➺ I love cartoons and I'm keen of chocolate -consider yourselves eaten if you happen to be chocolate-

➺ I'm planning on creating a comic when I am more experienced.

➺ I support Sonic & Tails' Supremacy ( they are my life! )

➺ My OTP is Sonadow ( with all due respect, if you come to this blog and accuse me that I support pedophilia, I will immediately blog you, because I simply do not support it! )

➺ My dream is to work in a Sonic Zine. Doesn't matter if it is as an artist, writer, mod, et.c you name it- as long as I can contribute doing something I love.

{ art by tracy yardley }

FANFICTIONS – ONE-SHOTS ! ! !

I used to be a writer on Wattpad, but I don't use that platform for my stories anymore, because I moved to AO3.

If by any case you want to check out my account here's the link → https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mirai_Scar

Come say a hello or drop a comment if you like any of the works.

Few Recommendations out of my Works:

Talking through a Barrier ( Multi ) / Complete

Chaos Reversed One-Shots ( Gen ) / In Progress

Tell me that you Love Me just the Way I am ( Multi ) / In Progress? { needs editing }

-all works might need some editing, now that I think about it...-

{ art by evan stanley (line-art) & reggie graham (colors) }

CONCLUSION ! ! !

Of course more works will be coming in the near future so you better stick around. And if anyone would like to work with me on a sonic fanfiction, consider me already in. The only thing you should know is that I might be a procrastinating person, but thankfully I've never missed an assignment or project from a dealine.

Welp- that was all to say about me- hopefully I will be able to bring more content to share here! If I am offline, then I am most likely around GI amino or reading fanfiction on AO3.

Stay all pleasant and sound! Promise- I don’t bite! If you want to shoot me a message go ahead. I may be at first closed, but once I feel someone close I am getting quite bumpy and noisy, heh.

Oops- have to go- GOTTA GO FAST!