#if anyone wants better photos of any figure do let me know i love taking them

[99centmusecd]

🔥🔥🔥THEY'RE HERE🔥🔥🔥

(wow the image quality kinda got scrungled... oops)

Scissors, Odin, Ouja, 2 Zoldas, 3 Knights... and not one, not 3, but 6 Ryukis! They make such a fun hollow plastic sound when they're dumped in a pile together hahaha. The listing had them as "dirty and damaged" but just a wet q-tip was enough to make them look much nicer.

Size comparison with SHF Vulcan (honestly, one of my favorites SHF so far, up there with Thouser and Ex-Aid... though, all the others I have are either new and expensive or old and breakable so I don't pose them near as much)

Investigating and Invading my desk

And another something special! An EP by Scissor's actor, who was in the band The Lantern until 2006. There's hardly anything about the band online; I can only find one recording anywhere (though I'm probably not looking in the right places tbh tbh) but I've been looking off and on for months and finally!

:)

[rebelliousneferut]

fan frenzy | jude bellingham

summary; when jude's fangirls from borussia dortmund don't love you but things change with your move to madrid

genre; angst, smau

face claim; kaaviya sambasivam

note; English is not my first language

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swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I scrolled through the comments on my latest photo. the negativity was a suffocating wave, a stark contrast to the joy we shared in the picture.

dating jude bellingham was a whirlwind from the start. we met in dortmund, sparks flying despite our initial clashes. over time, that spark evolved into a love as powerful and exhilarating as his world-class strikes. jude, with his kind heart and dazzling smile, was a revelation. despite his young age and rising fame, his patience and unwavering affection showed me a love i never thought possible.

living the dream alongside the man i adored shouldn't have come with a price tag. but jude, besides being a phenomenal footballer, also boasted a massive, and sometimes harsh, fanbase. the adoration soon turned towards me, morphing into a relentless stream of negativity. hateful messages, fueled by envy, became a daily torment. i shielded jude, who was blissfully unaware thanks to his social media inactivity. but the constant barrage chipped away at my self-esteem, leaving me questioning every aspect of myself and our relationship.

jude's future was bright, and i convinced myself i was letting him down by being a target. so, with a voice thick with emotion, i began, "jude, i think we should take some time."

his hand shot out, his touch warm against mine. "why do you say that?" he pleaded, his eyes filled with a concern that mirrored my own. "is this about the move? because if it is, we can talk about it. we'll figure it out together, like always."

i shook my head, tears welling up. "it's everything, jude. all the hate, the negativity... i can't take it anymore. i don't want to be the reason you're attacked."

jude's brow furrowed, his expression a mix of determination and tenderness. "who cares what they say? they don't know us, y/n. they don't know the way you light up a room with your smile, or the fire you ignite in my heart. you are strong, kind, and more beautiful than any comment could ever diminish."

he cupped my face in his hands, his touch wiping away a stray tear. "you are the woman i love, the thought of facing anything without you is..." his voice trailed off, his eyes searching mine.

taking a deep breath, i confessed, "the comments... they make me doubt myself, jude. they make me doubt us."

jude's jaw clenched for a moment, then softened. he pulled me into a tight embrace, the warmth of his body a familiar comfort. "we'll face it together," he murmured against my hair. "we'll show them what true love looks like. and if they can't see it, then their opinion doesn't matter. all that matters is you and me."

and i decided to trust him.

"maybe a fresh start in spain would be better," i thought. "maybe they won't hate me there."

the following day, the world woke up to a new post on jude's social media – a photo of us, radiating pure joy.

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the response was a wave of positivity, drowning out the negativity. the spanish fans, known for their passion, embraced me with open arms. it wasn't an instant fix, but it was a start. jude, by my side, had become my shield, our love a beacon against the darkness. we were in this together, and together, we would face anything.

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Make Me Forget

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader x Topper Thorton

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 

photo from pinterest

Y/N Maybank usually hated Kooks and would never be caught on Figure Eight.

As JJ’s twin sister, you had been endlessly lectured about who to never talk to, let alone hang out with. It had been drilled into your brain since birth practically. 

You and your brother were always close, due to your mother’s abandonment and father’s abuse. 

It was you against the world. 

When JJ became friends with John B, your duo became a trio. Then Pope and Kiara were added, and the group solidified. A group of 5, you were all best friends. 

Pogues 4 Life!

Then, Sarah Cameron came into the mix…

Sarah Cameron wouldn’t have been a problem as an addition to the Pogues if she had joined as Kiara’s friend. 

But Sarah came as John B’s girlfriend, and to Y/N who loved John B as long as you’ve known him, Y/N couldn’t be around them anymore.

Sarah Cameron was different than any other girl John B had dated - mainly because he didn’t date many girls, just hook up and dump. Usually they were Tourons, but he was never in love with anyone. 

Not like how it was with Sarah. Never how it was with Sarah.

With a tight grip on your cup, you watched from across the kegger as Sarah and John B danced together, laughing loudly. You tried your hardest not to glare, as you took another large gulp of whatever drink you had, walking away, hoping there would be something - anything - to take your mind off of them.

And then you saw one of the guys your brother hated with a burning passion, and realized that maybe the kooks would be able to solve your pogue problem. You knew they all did drugs, it wasn’t a secret by any means. Maybe drugs would take your mind off of your heart. 

JJ might hate you after what you was looking for, but you were desperate. 

“Hey, do you know where Rafe is?”

Glancing up from his phone, Topper Thorton looked down at Y/N Maybank.

 The blonde Pogue Princess - who would have gotten a scholarship to “Kook Academy” if her father had finished the paperwork, who was undoubtedly the best surfer on the island, who would make the best drinks at the Island Club, and who was completely innocent - despite being the crush of every single male on Kildare but her father and brother.

“He’s around here somewhere, why?” Topper asked skeptically, as you bit your lip, shifting on your heels before looking across the crowd to see your personal point of anguish. Topper followed your eyesight…

Sarah Cameron was all over John B, throwing her arms around him and him watching her like she was the only girl in the world.

“I wanted…I need something to make me forget” Y/N said, in a soft, almost fragile voice, clueing Topper into your vulnerability. Sighing, he looked back at the girl.

“Coming from personal experience from dating Sarah Cameron, she’ll be over him soon” Topper said, shrugging his shoulders, as he tried to make the girl feel better.

“Yea, well I just want at least a night to not be in pain” Y/N said, shaking your head.

“Hey Top! And Y/N Maybank, as I live and breathe! I’m surprised to see you here talking to my boy?” Rafe asked, throwing an arm around Top, as he looked to the girl.

“I was looking for you, actually” Y/N said, as your face changed from sullen to a smirk. “How much will it cost to have some fun tonight?” You asked, staring at the Cameron boy from beneath your lashes. You knew you were pretty, and you knew exactly how to act to get what you wanted.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, smirking widely, as he looked to Top, before back at the girl.

“Follow me” He said, letting go of Topper to wrap his arm now around your shoulders. Topper followed the pair, watching as almost everyone around them stared at the unlikely trio. To be honest, Topper was surprised that a pogue hadn’t come over to take Y/N away - as this was the case any other time you had talked to a Kook like himself. The Pogues were generally protective of Y/N. JJ was a firecracker and if it wasn’t him already getting into fights, the Pogues would keep you safe to prevent one. 

Rafe leaned into his car, looking for his stash, before he looked to Topper who was already looking at Y/N, something glinting in his eye, before Rafe smirked and leaned back out of the car.

“I left most stuff at home. I only have some weed on me, but if you want, I’d be more than happy to bring you to my house. I’ve got some stuff that will definitely cause some fun” Rafe said, with a smirk. 

Topper looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, before recognizing the intention on Rafe’s face.

Y/N, however, didn’t see the ulterior motive.

“Sure. Thank you so much” You said, looking between the two of them. Rafe opened up the passenger side door for you, as Topper climbed in back.

The ride was fast, as Rafe sped down the streets back to Tanneyhill, the landscape rushing past as Rafe was eager to get home with Y/N.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t going to question really why Y/N was coming for drugs, but he just was eager to take full advantage of this miracle - at least for him - situation. 

“So, can I ask why you want to have some fun with us tonight?” Rafe asked, curiously.

“It’s a bit embarrassing” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands. 

“Sarah and John B were all over each other” Topper explained. 

“Oh yea, nobody wants to see that. ” Rafe said, careful with his words to not be insulting to her personally. He would’ve said something like “dirty pogue”, but then you’d get offended and his plan would go down the drain.

Rafe Cameron would’ve never imagined Y/N Maybank coming to him for drugs. Everyone knew or heard rumors about what a terrible father Luke Maybank was to his children because of them. The drugs had cost Y/N a lot of things in life, but he wasn’t going to question anything when he could finally make a move on the one girl he could never manage to shoot his shot with. 

“Let’s not think about it anymore. We’ll keep you distracted all night, right Rafe?” Topper said, smirking to his best friend, as Topper leaned forward, close to Y/N. You smiled, genuinely at the two of them.

“Thank you both” You said, and Topper and Rafe shared a look.

Tanneyhill was empty tonight, and after entering the huge house, Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the luxury surrounding you. The paintings on the wall probably cost more than the shack you lived in with your father and brother. 

JJ was going to be pissed when he finds out I’m here, alone, with the Kook princes, Y/N thought, but quickly pushed that thought to the back of your mind, as you followed Rafe and Topper through the house. Your nerves kept you from speaking to them for now. 

Rafe led them upstairs to his bedroom, going to rummage through his drawers to find his stash as Topper sat on the bed, motioning for Y/N to sit down next to him. 

“You know, I gotta admit, I’ve always wanted to hang out with you more, pretty girl” Rafe said, sitting on the other side of Y/N, as he handed both you and Topper the pills. “You seem so protected. I’m so glad you’re here with us, getting to know you better”

Y/N tried to subtly squeeze your thighs together, the praise going straight to your core. Neither boy missed the movement, only grinned a bit more wickedly to each other.

“Cheers to a fun night” Topper said, nodding to the pair before swallowing the pill.

It didn’t take long to feel the effects, your body beginning to heat up and your head feeling hazy. You leaned into Topper’s side, allowing yourself to just feel weightless. 

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” Topper asked, wrapping his arm around you and holding onto your hip. They watched as Y/N blushed, smiling shyly and nodding.

“I want your words, pretty girl” Rafe said, cooing at you, staring while he rested his hand on your knee. 

“Yes, feels good” You said, a slight slurring already occurring. Moving on the bed, you moved your hips around, causing Topper to hold your hips a bit tighter and pulling you closer to him. Rafe moved closer as well, and you could smell the expensive cologne emanating off of both of them. 

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Topper said, and you looked up into his eyes, seeing his pupils expanding and darkening.

“Really? Then why…” You said, confused.

“Because my sister is a slut, and boys like John B are weak. They don’t see a real treasure like you right in front of them. But we do, don’t we Top?” Rafe said, his lips by your ear, blowing hot breath on your neck. Shivering, you leaned your head back, unknowingly giving Rafe more access to your neck. He chuckled into your neck, moving his hand up from your knee slowly.

“You’re so beautiful and good, we just stayed away because we thought you hated us” Topper lied - you were beautiful and good, but they were forcibly stayed away from the Pogues.

“Oh no, I don’t hate you - either of you!” You said, a bit desperately as your eyes widened with worry.

“Really? I mean, your friends say pretty terrible things about us” Rafe said, causing you to feel guilt in your heart, especially as he turned your head with a finger on your jaw to stare directly at him. Topper couldn’t help the smirk on his face, as he watched your body accept them easily. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way. You two have always been nice to me” You said, staring directly at him before wrapping your arms around Rafe’s shoulders. Topper detached his arms around you, as Rafe maneuvered you to sit on his lap, your legs straddling him. Rafe had to stifle a groan, his arms wrapping around you - placing one on your back and the other on your ass, pressing you tightly into his chest.

“We believe you. You’re such a good girl, baby girl” Rafe said, his breath once again on heating your neck, igniting more of a fire in your core. You couldn’t help your thighs clenching around his waist, and Rafe took this opportunity to lower his hand, grabbing your ass and moving you to rock against him. Your legs had been spread wide, causing the hem of your skirt to rise, all the way to your hips in the front. 

You let out a gasp, leaning your chest away to look him in the eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. This is just, I’ve dreamed of you being in my arms for so long” Rafe admitted.

“Both of us, pretty girl” Topper said, as he moved closer. The heat of his gaze adding accelerant to the fire in your core, especially when Rafe would squeeze your ass, causing you to rock more on him. You could feel the zipper of his pants along your clit, with your skirt pushed up to your hips, your only barrier was now a thin lace thong. 

“Both?” You asked, eyes wide and doe-like in surprise.

Both the Kook princes were interested in you? You couldn’t say that you never thought about them, but did they want all three of you, together now? 

“Is that ok, baby girl? We wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you’re so gorgeous baby girl” He said, lust permeating his voice as he squeezed you again, grinding you down on his large bulge, and his hand moved more south on your ass, the denim skirt rising so his hand was on your bare cheek. Rafe moved his other hand down, as the skirt was up all the way, exposing your ass, as well the view of the front of your lace thong. 

Topper couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The Pogue princess, with her skirt pushed all the way up so him and Rafe could see her underwear - no, a cute little lace thong showing off her perfect little ass. 

Not being able to stop himself with the drugs fueling his actions, Topper began palming himself through his pants, himself hard at seeing your body. Rafe let out a groan when he squeezed her ass again, rutting against her and feeling her hips grind on his. 

As the zipper rubbed directly on your clit, you couldn’t stifle your moans. The drugs were having you feel more of your body, and right now, you were going to chase the high you were getting. Hearing the heavy panting from Topper, you looked over to see him palming himself.

You reached over with your hand, touching his arm before moving it slowly down to his hand, making eye contact with Topper.

“You want to help me out, pretty girl?” Topper said, with a grin, lifting his hand to take yours, holding it as he placed your hand underneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers as he slid them both off his legs. His cock jumped out of his shorts, slapping against his stomach, and you could feel how hard it was, moving your hand up and down his thick shaft.

Rafe couldn’t wait much longer with this over the clothes grinding - the fact Topper’s dick was getting actual touch action before his own putting him over the edge. 

“Stand up baby girl. Let’s get you out of those clothes, huh? You must be feeling pretty warm” He said, as you got up, allowing Rafe to stand as well. Topper and Rafe went about getting your clothes off - slowly, letting their fingertips drag along your skin as they stared at your naked body on display for them. 

Feral. They looked absolutely feral. 

You blushed under their gaze, and when Rafe saw your red cheeks, he grinned almost wickedly - a predator about to devour their prey. 

“Oh baby girl, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’re like a damn masterpiece” Rafe said, as you locked eyes, before looking to Topper. He was in shock, eyes still roaming your body.

“Fucking dream girl right here, right Topper?” Rafe said, snapping Topper out of it.

“Yea, perfect, Y/N perfect” Topper said, before looking to Rafe.

“Topper, you want to eat that pussy of hers? Taste how sweet she is? I’ve been dying to get her mouth on my cock. Then you can have her mouth and I’ll have her tight little pussy creaming on my cock, ain’t that right, baby girl?” Rafe stated, and with a nudge, you kneeled on the bed, the boys on either end of you. You stared at Rafe’s cock - it was the biggest you’d ever seen, although Topper’s wasn’t much smaller. It was thick and long, already red with a weeping head. 

You licked your lips in anticipation, before licking the underside of Rafe’s cock, going along the vein underneath. You felt his body shudder, but you were soon distracted by the tongue licking a long stripe on your own folds. 

You moaned, which gave Rafe an opportunity to guide his dick easily into your mouth, moving a hand to your hair as he thrusted into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck, trying not to smirk as you hear Rafe’s moans. Topper however, feels your distraction, and levels up his antics - adding a finger inside of you as he sucks your clit harshly. 

“You’re such a good girl, baby girl. So good for us. Topper’s having the time of his life, eating you sweet pussy  like a goddamn meal” Rafe said, causing you to clench.

“Oh she really liked that, don’t you pretty girl” Topper said, winking at Rafe to continue. Rafe grinned, as he watched your pleased face when Topper added another finger inside of you, curling them to hit the spongey patch inside of you. 

“You’re so perfect for us. Your mouth feels like heaven. Your lips were made for sucking cock, my baby girl. But I can’t wait to feel that pussy around me. You’re so perfect, baby girl” He said, as he watched drool form at your mouth, becoming sloppier as your pleasure was increasing. 

The vibrations of your moans caused Rafe to stutter in his thrusts, as you were climbing rapidly over the edge yourself. He removed himself, and now that you were only focused on Topper’s mouth and fingers, you came quickly - and squirted. 

“Holy shit, you squirted on Topper’s face” Rafe said, excitedly, eyes wide as he looked at Topper, who was licking up with a wide grin on his face. You looked mortified, as you turned around once Topper had leaned back.

“Oh no, don’t feel embarrassed, pretty girl. That was incredible - best experience. I’ve never had anyone squirt before” Topper said, a proud grin on his face.

“Trust me, baby girl. You just made his life” Rafe said. “Now I want to make you squirt on my cock” Rafe added, putting a condom on before laying down and pulling you to straddle him. His cock stretched you out, despite how wet you were.

“You’re so tight, baby girl. Clenching me like a vice” Rafe gritted out, groaning at how good you felt around him. Topper walked over after he finished cleaning off his face, and you slid your lips around his cock, noting the differences between the men’s dicks.

Both were exceptional and mouthwatering. You could die happily if you only had tonight left. 

“You weren’t kidding about her mouth, damn” Topper groaned, as you swirled your tongue around while hollowing out your cheeks. Rafe smirked, but soon his concentration was about thrusting into you. 

After having just squirted, your body was heating up quicker. The tense coil had been primed, and your next orgasm was coming quickly, which Rafe could feel.

Your moaning had the same effect on Topper as it had Rafe, but Topper wasn’t going to pull out of your mouth. It wasn’t long before Topper thrusted his load down your throat, with a loud groan and panting. 

“Such a good girl, getting all of it. Don’t leave anything to waste” Topper said, cupping your face when you retracted. Your doe eyes looked up at him, and Topper couldn’t resist kissing you, before going to get himself clean. You heard the shower turn on, but were soon refocused back to Rafe, when he flipped you both so now you were on your back on the bed, Rafe thrusting into you, your sense overwhelmed with him all around you.

“Baby girl, you’re so perfect for me. This pussy, I’m not going to be able to just give up. So god damn tight and warm” Rafe said. “You’re so good for me - for us. Making us feel so good, my good girl. So pretty and nice, baby girl” He said, thrusting in deep and hard, touching your cervix with his cock.

“Rafe” You moaned, and he smirked, increasing the speed and beginning to rub your clit with his fingers. His lips went to your nipples, sucking on them as well as tugging on them with his teeth.

“That’s my name, baby girl. Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Baby girl, you’re such a good girl” He said, looking up at your face, glistening with sweat and pleasure. 

“You, Rafe, mhm” You moaned louder, before you came again, just as forcefully, squirting again on his cock. Thrusting a few more times, before he let out a loud groan, releasing himself. Rafe lay down by your side, pulling you into him, as you both calmed your breathing. 

“Fuck. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’ve got me addicted now, baby girl” He said, kissing your hot neck. You flushed, looking over at him, and touching his face softly, pushing some strands of his hair off his face.

“Fuck drugs, that pussy is my new vice” Topper said, smirking as he came out of the bathroom in a towel, and Rafe laughed, while you blushed.

“He’s right. Fuck the drugs. I just want to stay in your pussy” Rafe said, and you couldn’t help but giggle.  

Please comment if you think I should do a part 2!!!! Have some ideas of ‘what happens next’, but let me know if you want more :) 

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500 Followers = 500 Words Event: Yeonjun

Summer Love.

-> Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

-> Requested by: Anon

-> Prompt:  Prompt 01 - Summer Fling

-> Warnings: Kissing at the end, alludes to foreign!reader with korean grandparents on mum's side, mentions of cheating, being fired from job, readers ex-boyfriend is overall a piece of shit or as I like to call it, a c*nt.

-> Word Count: 558

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“I don’t want summer to end,” Y/N contently sighs, her head resting on Yeonjun’s shoulder as they watch the beautiful Jeju Island sunrise. It was their last day on the island and they wanted to enjoy every last-minute of it. 

Y/N is spending her summer with her grandparents in south Korea. It’s a welcomed escape from the chaos of her life back home. Her ex-boyfriend had gotten her fired from her job after she broke up with him for sleeping with her now ex-best friend. She’d been getting rejected from jobs she applied for. After a month or so, her mum suggested she get out of town for the summer and go and enjoy herself a little. That’s when she came up with the plan to go see her favorite grandparents feeling that would make her feel better.  

And it did, even more so after she met Yeonjun.  

She met him when she accidentally bumped into him while taking photos at a park near to where her grandparents live. The two hit it off right away and a romance quickly blossomed. Both of them, unsure if you could do the whole long-distance relationship thing, agreed at the beginning that their little fling will end when Y/N has to leave to go back home. 

However, as the days passed and Y/N’s departure drew nearer, she came to the conclusion that she doesn’t want to leave him, her grandparents and South Korea behind. She has never fallen so deeply, so quickly in love with anyone like she has with Yeonjun. He makes her forget about everything that happened and feel like this is where she’s meant to be. 

“I don’t want this to end,” he says, taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it. “Summer can end, but this can’t.”  

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, a mix of warmth and sadness washing over her. “I don’t want this to end too. She lifts her head from his shoulder to look at him, “Do you think we can make it work, until I can find a way to move here?” 

“Do you really want to move here?” he asks, his eyes meeting hers, mirroring hopeful look in her eyes. 

“I do,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “Being here feels like I’ve found something I didn’t even know was missing. The culture, my grandparents and you... You, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” 

Yeonjun’s expression softened, and he brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending the good kind of chills down her spine. “Then let’s figure it out together,” he smiles. “I’ll help in any way that I can. If it’s what you really want, I want you to be here with me.” 

Y/N can feel her heart swell with happiness and excitement. Any doubt that she was feeling was slowly beginning to disappear with his words of assurance. “We should start making a plan.” 

Yeonjun smiled, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “We can start tomorrow,” he says, leaning in to kiss her. 

She moves closer, meeting him halfway and gently pressing her lips to his. “I love you,” she whispered as she pulls back, staying just a breath away. 

“I love you too,” he replies, bringing her back in for another kiss, this one filled with more passion. 

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Celestial Navigation by @sabrecmc

18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

An absolutely gorgeous story of learning to love yourself, even when you feel like you don't fit in & that you grew up wrong. I'm so happy to have gotten to bind this mammoth work for Sabre & as a gift exchange for @mourningmountainsbindery (who bound me this beautiful copy of Astolat's Let the River Run—JUST LOOK AT THAT COVER!).

Also to anyone who has @ed me lately (looking at u, em @powerful-owl & tacky @tackytigerfic particularly) & I've been derelict in responding, here is WHY.

This has been the longest binding project I've undertaken, both in page count and in time. My original message to Sabre was on March 16th—can't decide if I want to use the laughing or crying emoji here—and the colophon says I made the book in April 2023 (which was when I started typesetting, maybe). I had been randomly perusing dying videos on Youtube in bed on a Saturday morning, as one does, and came across a video showing how to spiral tie-dye. I IMMEDIATELY had a design premonition of the full design for this fic as a two-volume set, planted into my brain wholesale by the binding gods. I learned many new techniques throughout the process (edge painting, edge trimming/sanding, tie-dying/dyepainting, embroidery, typesetting meta from tumblr which copy-pastes with the worst goddamn formatting in the world, kill me now). Overall, alternately extremely painful & wonderful, and I'm extremely proud of this set.

Design-wise, I went whole-hog with the scifi stars theme. Endpapers are recolored versions of the star charts from the Apollo 11 mission:

Title page & chapter titles are both rips in the galaxy:

Epigraphs both star-themed:

Some more glamor shots because I'm so proud 💕

8.6 lbs // 3.8 kgs worth of books (~3000 total pages) 🥰

Celestial Navigation is also INCREDIBLY popular, and Sabre has been incredibly generous answering asks on her tumblr + writing additional one-shots in the universe. There is also a veritable volume of fanart. I was so inspired by seeing @robins-egg-bindery copy of ********, with its appendix of fanart & meta, that I promptly copied them.

fanart redacted because lots of the artists are no longer active on tumblr but just know i am ECSTATIC about the amount of art in these books

Lastly, I love how @clovenhoofbindery includes their 'Illustrator mess' with their bind posts, as a behind-the-scenes look into the wild process of designing these books. I don't actually have an Illustrator mess for this book (the chapter titles & title page pretty much came in one take), but I do have a DYING MESS. It took me sososo many tries to figure out how to get the dye to look how I imagined in my head. I ended up 'dye painting' instead of tie-dying in the end, but my inbox is always open to chat hand-dying/tie-dying/dyepainting (or what I did differently between any of these attempts). Numbers are the dying attempt.

Last process shot: I hand-dyed variegated linen thread to match the colors of the bind, which ends up being incredibly difficult to see on the finished bind, but was super fun while I was sewing!

Materials:

Body font: Kepler

Title font: Compaq 1982

Chapter number font: aliens & cows

Endpapers: recolored versions of the star chart used by Michael Collins during the Apollo 11 mission (archived at The Smithsonian)

Bookcloth: dyed using Dharma Trading Procion Fiber-Reactive Dyes

Title page and chapter headers: designed in Photoshop using the Ultimate Space brush pack by jeffrettalyn on DeviantArt

Metallic embroidery thread: Cosmo Nishikiito thread

I would dye for this embroidery thread. It is LIGHT YEARS better than the classic metallic embroidery thread from DMC: much easier to work with & much more sparkly. Literally so eye-catching; it truly doesn't translate to photos.

Paint for edges: Daniel Smith watercolor tubes in Iridescent Sunstone and Prussian Blue

Note: these are GORGEOUS watercolors. The color is so saturated and strong and beautiful BUT I don't think I'd recommend watercolors for edge painting. They went on very differently depending on the grit of the sandpaper I used for the edges + they sometimes bled into the pages + they had to be set with fixative, which then stuck the pages together.

[in-death-we-fall]

Murderdolls: Turning The Corner

By Tom Lindgren Photo: Frank White

Hit Parader 462 — March 2003 (drive link)

They say that lightning rarely strikes twice in the same place. But these days you’d have a hard time convincing Joey Jordison about the validity of such a claim. With the immediate, out-of-the-box success of the Murderdolls, Jordison has now played a vital role in helping two bands reach the apex of New Metal acclaim. And while the ‘Dolls have yet to attain the level of fame and fortune enjoyed by Jordison’s “other” band, Slipknot, this trash-’em, bash-’em glam metal unit seems well on their way to grabbing hold of rock and roll’s proverbial gold ring. On their debut disc, Beyond the Valley of the Murderdolls, Jordison and his bandmates— vocalist Wednesday 13, guitarist Acey Slade, bassist Erik Griffin and drummer Ben Graves— have proven that they’ve got what it takes to deliver the kind of high-impact, action-packed sound that a fast-growing legion of today’s fans crave to hear. With all this good stuff goin’ on, we figured what could be better than having a heart-to-heart chat with Jordison and Wednesday about all the positive things happening within their musical lives.

Hit Parader: How satisfied have you been by the kind of reaction that your first album has generated?

Joey Jordison: It’s been great. But one of the first things I learned with Slipknot is that you can’t let any sort of commercial expectations get in the way of what you’re doing. You’ve got to make the music you want to make and then let things just take their course. But since the music of the Murderdolls does have a very broad-based appeal, I would hope that a lot of people would get into it. This isn’t just another one of those records with the kind of depressing lyrics that you hear out there. This music is the polar opposite of that— in fact it’s the polar opposite of just about everything that I’ve heard played in the last decade.

HP: Do you include Slipknot in that assessment?

JJ: Absolutely! I’m not criticizing what we’ve done in that band in any way. But this band was designed to be different, and it is. If I wanted to make the kind of music we make in Slipknot, I just would have waited until we all went back into the studio. But I wanted to do something different. I play guitar here— not drums. There are no masks, and the music is about as fun and exciting as it can be. I’m not saying it’s better… only that it’s different.

HP: The band has received some criticism because of your lyrics. Was that something you anticipated?

JJ: It wasn’t something that surprised me because a lot of people take things on a very superficial basis. They don’t want to delve one inch under the surface because they might end up revealing the truth. Anyone who’s listened to our songs knows that on songs like Graverobbing U.S.A. and Kill Miss America we’re just having fun. That’s the main thing— this is great rock and roll music that is fun to play and fun to listen to. Don’t try to analyze it much more than that.

Wednesday 13: I’m one of those people who is a definite product of his environment. I grew up in North Carolina, which is a conservative place where there really isn’t that much to do. So I was forced to listen to a lot of music and watch a lot of horror movies. That’s the real inspiration for most of my lyrics. I loved movies like Night of the Living Dead and Friday the 13th, and some of the stuff we do plays off of that same kind of mentality. You just can’t take it too seriously.

HP: You’re (sic) sound is an amalgam of old and new. How would you describe the essence of what the Murderdolls are doing?

JJ: It’s rock and roll, that’s the best way that I can describe it. Rock music has lost so much of its edge over the last ten years. What was once this great outlet for rebellion and fun has become this sad-mouthed excuse for bemoaning everything. Our goal was to get rock and roll back on the right path. I like to say that the world needs us right now— that this is the right time for the Murderdolls to make their mark.

13: We’re taking all of our influences, everyone from Motley Crue and Twisted Sister to Alice Cooper and the Sex Pistols and just mixing them all together, shaking them up, and seeing what comes out. It’s just a blast. There’s an edge of craziness and danger to everything that spices it all up and makes it very exciting.

HP: Do you believe that it’s time for so-called “hair metal” to make a comeback?

13: I’ve never trusted any musician that looked too normal. I want my rock and roll heroes to be larger-than-life. Maybe today’s kids don’t know any better because that’s all they’ve been exposed to, but we’re here to show ‘em that you can look cool and sound cool too. It’s really sad that an entire generation of kids have grown up without seeing bands really lay it on the line on stage. I remember seeing the Plasmatics, and watching them destroy everything in their path. That was incredible… that was rock and roll!

JJ: We’re trying to avoid being labeled in any way, but we know that’s asking for the impossible. We’d like everyone to just enjoy what we’re doing, but we know that a lot of people are gonna look at us, listen to the music and call us “glam”, “trash metal”, “hair metal”, whatever. It’s no big deal. We knew from the day we came up with all this, that the Murderdolls were going to shake things up. That’s all that matters. By now, we’ve heard it all, and it’s all okay. We’re presenting something that’s very aggressive, that’s got a definite attitude. We’re not trying to reinvent the wheel here. We’re just trying to make sure that the wheel runs as fast, as loud and as far as it possibly can. This is the kind of rock that I love— the kind of stuff I grew up listening to. The problem is that nobody is playing that kind of music these days. That’s why I keep saying that the Murderdolls are needed now more than ever before.

[specialagentlokitty]

Klaus mikaelson x Daughter!reader - emotions

heyy i love your work. i was wondering if you would do a klaus x daughter reader. you can make the storyline up maybe be a little angst and fighting and throwing objects around idk :) - @ivoryss 💜

Furious was an understatement to how you were feeling, you weren’t even sure there was a word to describe the number of emotions running through you at the minute.

And being a hybrid like your dad?

It was a hundred times worse then if you were simply just a vampire or a werewolf.

Kicking the door open to the home you were staying in for the time being, you tossed your bag against the wall with enough force to splinter the wood.

“Ah my littlest wolf, I was wondering when you would come home, I have wonderful news.” Klaus beamed.

You watched as he walked into the hallway and you growled lowly at him, eyes turning an amber colour as you sneered.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! You’ve ruined everything!”

“I’m trying to break this curse placed on us both, do you want to be cursed for any longer then you already have been (Y/N)? Don’t you want to be able to be free?”

“The curse only affects you dad! You know this! I don’t care about the stupid freaking curse and you ruined everything I had going for me!”

“Oh please, they’re simple humans, you’ll make new friends.”

You grabbed the coat rack, picking it up you snapped it against you leg the threw the first half at him, watching as he barely managed to catch it in time before it went through his shoulder.

Klaus dropped it at his side and rose a brow at you.

“When dad? Huh? When?! Because every single time I get close to someone you ruin it! You scare them away! You staked uncle Elijah simply because I was having more fun with him then I was with you! You ruin everything!”

You tossed the other half of the rack, and he stepped to the side.

“I’m simply trying to get you a better life, one without fear or worry. One where you’re the most powerful person and no one will mess with you!” He snapped back.

“You’re ruining my life! I don’t care about power or fame or whatever you care about! I want to be a normal teenager! I want a normal dad! I was a dad that cares about more then some stupid ass curse!”

You started picking up everything you could find, shoes, pictures, decorations.

You threw them all at him with so much force Klaus was sure if one of them hit him he would be dead for good.

Every time you took a step closer he took a step back.

“You’re nothing but a screw up of a dad! God I wish you just left me with Elijah when you did when I was born, at least he was a good father figure!”

Klaus felt his heart shatter, he stopped moving away and you stood in front of him, breathing heavily as you tried to get your motions under control.

You threw a photo frame of you both at him, hitting him in the face, a small wound opening on his head and trickling blood.

Your shoulders heaved and you braced your hands against your knees as you let out a small groan of pain.

Klaus took a cautious step forward.

“(Y/N)?” He asked in worried tone.

You let out another groan in pain as you dropped to your knees, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“You need to calm down, just breathe, deep breaths.”

Klaus rushed over to you, placing hands hands on your cheeks as he tilted your head back so you could look at him.

Your eyes were brimming with tears, and your body was trembling.

“You need to calm down darling, calm down…”

“I… can’t…” you groaned out.

“Then don’t fight it, just let it take over, it’ll only hurt for a few moments, don’t fight it.”

“I can’t… I can’t hurt anyone…”

“And I will make sure you don’t leave the building, okay? Just stop fighting it.”

You nodded your head and he sat behind you, letting you lean against him as your body went through the transformation.

Klaus remembered doing this the first time you went through this, and every time your emotions got to heightened you would transform.

He was teaching you to control it, but he was so focused on breaking his curse that he forgot to monitor you and how you were doing.

After a few agonising moments, you had finally transformed, and you whined a little as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Just sit here little wolf, okay? Once your heart slows down and you calm a little you can change back.”

Klaus placed his hand on your head, and he placed a kiss kiss to it as well, he held you closely and you closed your eyes.

After a few minutes you stood up and walked away and klaus waited where he was sat for you to return.

After a moment you came back dressed in a hoodie and some sweatpants.

Sitting in front of your dad, you sighed and looked at him, flicking to the dried blood before you looked away.

“(Y/N) I am truly sorry for ruining what you had here, and I apologise for putting my own selfish needs before you.”

Looking at him, you shook your head a little.

“It’s not selfish dad, I just… I wish there was another way to do it…”

“As do I, but I promise you while you’re still in Mystic falls I won’t lay a single hand in Elena, or her friends.”

You knew the promise was true, because he had never lied to you, but you knew that in a few months you would be going away for a couple of weeks and that’s when he would strike.

All you could do was warn them, but whether or not they chose to listen to you was up to them.

Klaus stood up and held his hands out to you.

Taking his hands, you let him pull you up and pull you in for a hug.

“I love you little wolf.”

“I love you too dad.”

He sighed and you smirked a little as you pulled away and started to pick up the things you had thrown at him.

“I still love uncle Elijah more though.”

“Oh really?” Klaus hummed.

You nodded and turned around and laughed loudly as he started to chase after you and you ran away from him.

Yeah you loved your dad, he wasn’t perfect, but he was your dad, and you knew even though he didn’t show it or act like it most of the time you were the most important thing in his life

[flowerandblood]

My Best Friend (14)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]  

[warnings: smut, sex content, kissing, fluff, swearing, mention of illnes and stalking]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist        

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Aemond had never been so embarrassed in his life. The four of them sat in their living room, Marcus talking calmly about what else he could do in a situation like this. That if they wanted to spend the money on it, they could try to figure out where the messages were sent from, so they could prove who the recipient was. However, he admitted that the overall situation was hopeless. As long as he wasn't physically harassing anyone and there was no trace of his previous messages and photos, they had nothing on him.

Aemond was shocked at how calm and cheerful Marcus was. Or so it seemed. He was the only one in the room who seemed to be in a good mood. Klaus looked at Aemond pityingly. He kind of felt sorry for him, but also relieved to see for himself that he was jealous of his sister, which meant that he cared at least a little bit for her.

Marcus hit his knees with his hands. He told them to think about what he said and come to a decision, while he went out for another cigarette. Aemond looked at Y/N, but she wasn't looking at him. Her mind was somewhere else entirely. Aemond felt pity for himself for not being able to contain his temper and behave as he should. 

When he saw her grab his hand in the car and Marcus kiss her, he felt rage and pain in his chest that he hadn't felt before. Now that he thought about it, it looked completely different.

He got up and walked towards the terrace, Y/N and Klaus looked at him surprised. He left, closing the door behind him. Marcus was sitting comfortably on the bench, smoking a cigarette. He looked at him, exhaling smoke through his nose and smiled. Aemond sat next to him without a word, took a cigarette from the pack and lit it. They both sat in silence for a moment.

"Are you better now?" Marcus asked him lightly, taking another drag.

Aemond exhaled smoke through his mouth, his face expressionless. "It is worse." He said, taking another drag, staring blankly at the floor.

Marcus laughed. "I thought you'd be relieved. I don't think I know how to help you." He said amused.

"I owe you an apology." He forced it out, exhaling smoke through his nose as if trying to breathe in with the answer and let it out.

"You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you." He said calmly, tapping his finger on his cigarette above the ashtray. "Don't think of it that way. Life's too short to be offended by such crap." He said and sighed softly, closing his eyes. Aemond understood him now.

The woman he loved lay in the hospital, dead alive. Her parents could have taken her off life support at any time. In this light, his jealousy and behavior must have seemed simply childish, comical, and unnecessary to him. He told him the truth about what they were talking about, so that he wouldn't torment himself with thoughts about what Y/N and Marcus might have in common. He swallowed hard, inhaling again.

"You're a good guy." He said after a moment, honestly. Marcus laughed.

"It's not true. But thank you."

They finished smoking and went into the living room together. Klaus and Y/N were standing in the kitchen talking about something. Klaus stroked her shoulder, and she looked at him gratefully. When they saw them, they looked at them uncertainly, but it didn't escape their notice that the tension had eased. 

Y/N watched in surprise as Aemond, Klaus and Marcus talk to each other about what happened and the message Aemond got, as if the whole thing had never happened upon arrival. Her eyes met his and she sighed softly, lowering her gaze. She wasn't mad at him. Though she understood that it was probably because of his past, she was sad that he didn’t trust her.

Marcus and Klaus had to go to the office, take care of things related to the anonymous denunciation and preparation for the case. Aemond debated whether to stay or go. He didn't know if Y/N wanted to see him now. He was ashamed.

Marcus and Klaus left, and they stood silently on either side of the kitchen. Aemond stared at her silently. She looked up at him and smiled sadly. It made something sting him in the chest. He hesitantly approached her, watching her reaction. 

She looked at him surprised and uncertain, but she didn't pull away. He reached out to her and touched her shoulder lightly. She breathed softly, looking him straight in the eye. He wanted her. He wanted her to feel how much he needed her right now.

When his touch met no resistance, he took a few more steps closer, so that their faces were centimeters apart. He cupped her face in his large hands as gently as if it were made of porcelain. He brushed the tip of his nose against hers, felt her shiver at his touch, and narrowed her eyes. Her small hands touched his cheeks and stroked them, and he sighed in relief and shivered, feeling the tension in his pants rise.

He lifted her suddenly by the hips and headed for the stairs. He thought it was just like their first time. He climbed up, her body tightly wrapped around him, she must have felt how aroused he was. He placed her gently on her bed, sitting next to her. He was silent for a moment.

"I want you." He said, looking at her with eye full of lust. His words hit the spot between her thighs, and she sucked in a soft breath, her cheeks flushing red. She hadn't expected those words. Not from him. 

She felt herself getting wet just thinking about it. She grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket and opened her mouth slightly, breathing deeply. The sight made him unable to bear it any longer.

He got up and took off his jacket, throwing it on the floor. He quickly got to his shirt. Y/N at this time slipped off her dress and underwear. Soon they were both naked. She watched in shock at how big and hard he was already and swallowed with desire. He walked over to the bed and settled down gently, his manhood against her belly. 

He leaned over her face and they both moaned softly at the closeness. He took her cheeks in his hands, stroking them lightly, kissing her whole face slowly. To her despair, he avoided her mouth every time she tried to kiss him. Her breasts heaved up and down restlessly, rubbing against his chest with every breath she took.

"Be a good, patient girl." He said softly, brushing her lips with his. "Let me enjoy yourself."

His words for some reason made her want to cry. It was different than usual. He had never touched her so carefully before. Her fingers traced gently over his back, shoulders and neck. She tried to memorize every indentation, scar or birthmark she felt. Her lips parted slightly and he sucked them and kissed them again, slow, drawn out, hot, wet kisses making the sphere between her thighs red. She had never been so turned on in her life, and he hadn't even touched her there.

She pulled him in and they both moaned softly, finally allowing each other to make real, deep kisses, their lips making wet sounds every time they moved, causing moans of pleasure and contentment from both of them. Her hands melted into his soft hair, and he murmured softly into her mouth, delighted.

He had never felt so close to a woman before. A closeness that wasn't purely physical. He felt with all his being that it was not only about orgasm, but also about what was in between, tender gestures that used to be tiring for him when women, whom he did not even like, required them. Now they were a source of strange, incomprehensible pleasure, he felt a heat in his chest that spread throughout his body. Her lips were tender and sweet, hot and inviting, her scent making his head spin.

One of his hands slowly moved to her breast. He grabbed it, massaging it slowly, squeezing it between his fingers as if kneading dough. She breathed contentedly against his lips, they didn't stop kissing, they were too delighted with how they tasted. His hand went lower, her thighs parting invitingly, quivering for him, and he groaned at the feeling.

"My girl needs to be taken care of, huh?" He asked softly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile, teasing her, running his hands along the inside of her thigh without touching where she wanted. She was breathing heavily, her hips pressing against him impatiently.

"Aemond, please...I need you." She said despairingly. He felt her words in his throbbing cock. He would have been relentless otherwise, but now, today, he wanted to give her what she wanted. His hand gently touched her entrance and they both moaned loudly at how wet she was.

"God...you're leaking." He moaned low, delighted with the effect on her. He spread her moisture over his fingers and began to gently massage the skin around her clit. She moaned loudly and she tilt her head back, feeling his delightful touch where she needed it most.

"Oh, yes, Aemond..." She whispered blissfully, looking just as she did in the morning when he was pleasing her with his mouth. He wanted her to look like this, so that she wouldn't be able to endure the pleasure he was giving her. His cock hurt so much from the excitement he felt like it was about to explode. "I need you inside me." She whispered softly and he looked at her surprised.

"Are you sure?" He asked uncertainly, remembering how she had reacted to his finger in the morning. He didn't want the atmosphere to spoil. He didn't want to cause her pain.

"Yes." She said blushing, running her hand gently on his shoulder. "Just be gentle, okay?"

A chill ran through his body at her words. He parted his lips with lust and kissed her passionately, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned loudly as she kissed back, their bodies writhing, massaging each other, memorizing all the hollows. He wiped his manhood against her moist entrance, wanting to be able to enter her more easily. She moaned in delight as she felt it. He leaned back over her.

"Open your thighs as wide as you can."

She did as instructed, all red and tense, breathing raggedly. She moaned loudly in pleasure as she felt him enter her. He did it slowly, but stopped when he heard her groan.

"Does it hurt?" He asked scared, breathing heavily.

"No, no, don't stop" She whispered, her thighs sticking out against him, wanting to feel him more. Her words spilled heat over his body and he entered her to the end with a hollow moan, closing his eye in pleasure. She was deliciously hot and tight, his thighs soaked in her fluids. His hands gripped her thighs firmly. Painfully slowly, he began to slide out of her and slide back in, brushing her lips. They both sighed at the wonderful feeling, the unhurried, slow fulfillment.

"God, how tight you are." He groaned, looking at her with lust. His movements inside her matched his restless, deep breaths. They both felt the pleasure spreading over their bellies so slowly that they squeezed their eyes shut, Y/N clenched her hands on his buttocks, adjusting her rhythm to his. "You take me so well. All mine."

She moaned at his words, her thighs came out to meet him every time he entered her again, and he panted heavily as shivers ran down his back and face. They were both sweaty, their hearts pounding like crazy.

"Harder." She moaned softly, unable to bear the tension any longer. "Please, I need to feel you deeper inside me."

He looked at her with pain, her words made him feel he was on edge.

"How much harder?"

She breathed quickly for a moment, embarrassed.

"With all your strength."

He stared at her for a moment in silence, then stopped. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled out of her and thrust into her hard. She moaned loudly as she felt him begin to pound her mercilessly, moaning loudly with her, the sounds of their wet, clashing bodies filling the room. She rammed into him, to his delight, holding his buttocks, meeting his every move. He fucked her so hard that the whole mattress under them started to creak.

"You like it, don't you? You like it when I fuck you so good you can't sit down." He gasped, his thrusts mercilessly rubbing against the point that gave her so much pleasure. She moaned and arched at his words, ashamed and elated at the same time, her whole body trembling. "Yes, God, I love it"

He moaned low, her words making him go even faster, feeling that they were both about to come. They both panted loudly, their bodies now fighting for fulfillment and relief, to feel this bliss.

"You're going to take my cum like the good girl you are, aren't you? I'll make sure of that." He gasped through clenched teeth to her ear, as his hips pounded her brutally. "Because. You're. Fucking. Mine." He said darkly, his thrusts matching his words each time.

"God, Aemond" She sobbed loudly at his words, her orgasm shaking her whole body, she arched back, tried to run away from him with her body through overstimulation, but he held her tight and sure. Her moans were too much, he groaned loudly in pleasure and he came inside her, his body convulsing. They were both panting, their bodies squirming beneath each other. He had never come so hard in his life. He lay down on top of her, trying to calm himself down, his cock still throbbing deep inside her.

After they calmed down a little bit, he looked at her softly, taking her cheek in his hand and directing her misty gaze to his face. "Forgive me for causing you pain again."

Y/N didn't answer. After a moment, her lips pressed against his, kissing him softly. She pulled away from him and sighed. "I won't be able to sit up for a week, but it was the best orgasm of my life."

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[lesmismignon]

something something a mother's day fic set after Threnody. it has been at least 3 mother's days now. at this rate my gf's cats will call me mother sooner than this gets finished, so

"You looked troubled."

Seras blinked. Her master was in front of her with his torso sticking out of the ceiling.

"Eh." She did not reply any further than that.

"You know, I almost miss the high-pitched, annoying police girl. At least then you were respectful."

"I'm always respectful, Master," Seras said, wide-eyed and innocent.

Alucard disappeared and reappeared in the hall, standing properly this time. He looked bored, which explained his nosiness.

"Perhaps I may be able to dispense advice."

Yeah, sure. Dracula. Vlad the Impaler. Giving her sound advice. Great. She would have better luck summoning Walter on an ouija board.

"Has anyone told you how loud your thoughts are?"

Her eyes twitched. Alucard was trying, in his own dysfunctional way, to make up for his thirty-year absence. Which was all fine and dandy, but as usual he had the worst timing. "I'm sorry, Master. It's just something to do with Integra."

"Oh?" There was a distinct inflection.

Seras prided herself on not blushing. Ever since the day in which the office was not wrecked, the relationship between her two masters had improved. Too improved. Actually, even Pip was starting to avoid the walls near Integra's bedroom!

"Yes, well, it's Mother's Day soon."

Alucard stared, uncomprehending.

"And I want to get her a present, is all. The thing is, I've exhausted my options—"

"You want to get Integra a Mother's Day gift," he deadpanned.

"Yes. I do every year."

"Do you see Integra as a mother figure?"

"Yes? Oh! I know it's strange, since we're only three years apart, but that's easy to forget when she has those wrinkles—which are lovely on her," Seras added hastily, misreading Alucard's expression. "I know I tease her! But I told her, Master, go and apply those creams I got you for your fiftieth birthday if you're really that unhappy—"

"Then, pray tell," Alucard drew out, "what does that make me?"

Seras blinked again. Then it dawned on her.

"O-oh." She fidgeted. "I guess that would make you a, um."

There was a pause.

"To be honest, Master, you're, er, you've been away for so long—no offense! It's not quite—how should I say—" Seras coughed. "Um. I could—oh! Wait! Let me show you something."

She whipped out from her pocket a black rectangle.

"This is the modern phone, Master!" Seras explained quickly. "A smartphone! It can take calls, pictures, videos, go on the internet—do everything, basically. So, er, what I'm trying to show you is...there!" She swiped several times on the screen and then held it up.

Alucard stilled.

"It's Master Integra's old photos! There aren't a lot, she always gets so snippy when I try to take them..."

The photo on display was taken a few summers ago. It was a side profile of Integra, capturing a moment seconds before she had fully turned and swatted at the phone. They had taken a rare day off at the beach. She was gazing off into the ocean distance, and perhaps because of that, her one eye was a deeper blue, a depth that went to the far reaches of her thoughts.

"I almost burned that day," Seras said casually, next to Alucard's stock-stillness. "You can't tell, but she has on a blue sundress. She looked so pretty in it! I had to convince her not to go back and change, what was all that sun lotion I'd put on her for, then? And…" She trailed off. "Um, you need to use your bare finger, Master."

Alucard was attempting to copy what Seras had done and swipe for more pictures. Upon her input his gloves vanished. Seras did not miss how they had been blank.

Her eyes curved. You really are… "Wait."

She jumped and tugged at his sleeve as he began to walk away. "Master, you can't take it, that's my private phone!"

"Don't you think privacy is redundant when I can read your thoughts?"

"What? What does that even--that just means you shouldn't be doing either! Give it back! I--I need that to message Pip--"

"Your goose boy? Don't you two talk enough in your heads?"

"Never you mind," Seras screeched, and ripped the phone from his grasp. "Master, I promise I'll get you your own, just give me an hour!"

Alucard looked at her owlishly. "I want the photos."

"With the photos! God!" Seras darted into a wall to escape.

[gejo333]

El Destino- Chapter One

Miguel x fem! Spider! Reader fanfic

It’s finally here! Chapter one of El Destino! I know I promised it yesterday, but I wasn’t 100% loving it yet. But after rewriting some things and editing it I decided it was ready to be seen!!!

In the photo, I wanted to give the color scheme of the spider outfit.

My Spanish is no where near perfect so I had to rely a bit on Spanish Dict. (waaay better than google translate.) I also apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

WC: 2.3k

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Nueva York- Earth 3030

The chatter of people and the noise of the coffee machine blurred from the 24-year-old woman as she stared aimlessly at her computer screen. Her gaze kept moving from her work to her phone every time she heard it make a buzz. Rolling her eyes, she turned it on silent and flipped it over, determined to focus on her work and not on some guy she barely knew.

You slumped back against your chair, gaze now, staring at the popcorn ceiling. No amount of coffee would make your mind focus on the tasks that had an impending deadline. Suddenly, a figure approached you and placed a coffee on the table.

“Here.” Your gaze moved toward the woman standing in front of you.

“Aw, thanks, Michelle, that’s sweet of you. The next drink is on me.”

“Y/n, if we go out for drinks. I’m paying. How else can I impress my future sister-in-law.” Michelle chuckled as she waited for you to gather your things. You then walked out of the cafe and onto the humid streets of Nueva York.

“Girl, you’re my best friend. You don’t have to impress me. Though I think you and my brother are a cute couple, I’ll never understand what you see in him. He’s such a dork. You better not remove your last name once you tie the knot.” You grab your sunglasses and put them on. The summer sun of Nueva York was always brutal.

“I’ll still be Officer Moreno. But L/N is such a nice name too! I’m still going to take it.” Michelle smiles down at you. She was a tall woman. Almost 5 inches taller than you. You thought you were tall at 5’ 8’.” But her brother didn’t mind since he was 6’ 6.” You both entered the main building of Alchemex, where your brother worked.

You made it to his office after passing through the front desk and the annoying security checks. Right before walking in, you both jump in fright from a small explosion in the room.

“Liam?!”

“Honey?!”

You rush inside the office to see the man in question laughing as he wipes away the black smoke from his goggles. You let out a long breath, relief that he was alright. Michelle rushed to her fiance’s side.

“I’m fine. Just a little misstep in my experiment.” Liam cupped her cheek, grazing his thumb softly against her skin to ease her worries. Michelle pinched his cheek hard before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“You had me and your sister worried. Be more careful next time!”

“I’ll try my best. But being an Alchemex scientist means taking those risks! Breaking the barrier of our knowledge of the universe!”

“Dork.” You rolled your eyes at your annoying brother, which earned a chuckle from Michelle.

“Hey! At least I’m contributing something to society. All you do is write.” Liam whined as he began to clean up his mess.

“I’m a journalist! I work for the Nueva York Times! I should report your ass and your stupid projects. But I’m a nice sister.” You scoffed, offended by his comment.

“If you say anything to the public, my job will be on the line!” Liam grew more upset than annoyed as Michelle got between the L/N siblings to stop bickering. You rolled your eyes.

“You know one thing you lack in the intellect department, Liam? It’s Sarcasm.” You stopped laughing, knowing you had pulled one of his triggers.

Thankfully Michelle was there to calm him down. Unbeknownst to anyone in the room, a small spider squeezed through a crack in the ceiling. Its gaze went in multiple directions, looking for its victim. It took less than a second for its gaze to lock down on you as it descended. The silver and light blue spider glistened against the ceiling lights, sparkling like a diamond. It landed on your shoulder before it made its way to its destination.

“Well, I was going to tell you both over dinner tonight. It seems now is better.” Michelle spoke up, which brought the L/n sibling’s full attention.

“What is it, Mich?” Asked Liam.

“I’m going to be Captain!” Michelle smiled as she jumped in excitement.

“Oh my god! That’s amazing, Michelle!” You said, excited for your best friend.

“I’m so proud of you, Mich!” Liam brings her into a large hug.

“’ I’m finally going to bring change to the Nueva York police force!”

“Well, I’m done here! Let’s celebrate!” said Liam as he finished cleaning his mess.

…

After enjoying dinner with your brother and best friend, you separate ways with them, letting the couple celebrate the rest of the night alone. A sigh of disappointment left you as you reached the steps to your apartment, not wanting the night to end.

You scoffed as your keys slipped and fell to the ground. As you leaned down to pick them up, a scream left your lips when you noticed a spider on your hand. You flicked it off, but not before being bit by the nasty creature.

You rushed into your apartment, no longer wanting to gain the public’s attention with your small outburst. You rushed to the kitchen sink to clean the wound. It stung slightly when you touched it, so you quickly rubbed antibiotic cream, not wanting to get an infection. After the chaos, you turn on the TV as background noise as you get ready for bed.

The news was always playing in your apartment, not just because you were a journalist but because it was safe to know what was happening in the city. You will forever love Nueva York, but it wasn’t the safest city. Always a new story about a villain wreaking havoc and how the police force could barely keep the city safe. Thankfully, Michelle would hopefully change that as she moves up the ranks in the police force. You settle into bed, turning off your lights as you fall asleep to the sound of the news.

…

“Y/n! Why are you asleep! I need this draft by 5!” Your body jolts up from your desk, scared by the sudden intrusion. You fumble with the papers on your desk before passing one to your editor.

“Here. I have it done already.” The older man standing before you eyes narrow slightly before snatching the paper from you.

“You’re lucky that you’re so good at your job, y/n. If you weren't, I would have fired you for sleeping at work!”

“It won’t happen again, sir. I promise.” You heard a scoff come from him before he slammed your office door.

A loud sigh escapes from your lips, slumping back into your chair. You didn’t understand why, but you slept horribly last night. All night the entire room either felt scorching hot or ice cold. Not to mention how your figure looked in the mirror. You have always been in top shape, maintaining a mostly healthy diet and going on runs every other day. But you looked slightly tighter in your ass and thighs. Not to mention how amazing your hair looked after waking up. Usually, it looks like crap, and it takes you half an hour or more to make it look perfect.

However, those differences in your body were not the weirdest thing that happened this morning. Every other minute your hand would be stuck to a surface or an object. You wouldn’t think twice about how you stuck to your ceiling before coming into work late, which your boss was also on your ass about earlier.

Maybe your tired mind was playing tricks on you. But logic seemed to have flown out the window as your mind kept coming up with reasons to say this WAS happening to you. You kept picking up your phone, about to call your brother, but you immediately hung up every time you pressed the call button. What would happen if you told your brother? Alchemex would definitely find out. They would want to run all kinds of tests on you. The thought brought chills down your spine. You also thought about calling Michelle. But thought against it. Even though she was your best friend, you felt she wouldn’t understand.

It was only 1 in the afternoon, but you felt like the day had already ended. Since all your important deadlines are done, you’ll leave early to run errands.

…

A long groan escapes you, finally done with your last errand, as you walk out of the grocery store, walking back home. As you walked back, the hairs on your neck stood up as if someone had been watching you since you left work. However, every time you check your surroundings, no one was there. Obviously, your lack of sleep has made you delusional.

You decide to turn down an alleyway as a shortcut to your apartment. You thought it would be fine since it was still light out. How wrong you were.

“Give me your wallet.” A voice said from behind you. You felt something pointing into your back.

“Dude, I’m really having a shitty day today. I don’t need you making it worse.”

“I don’t care if your day was amazing or bad. Just give me your wallet, lady!” The man grew annoyed as the thing pointing in your back dug deeper into your spine. You took a chance and turned around.

“Do you really think I will give up my wallet when you don’t even have a gun?”

“Hey! This is a gun! And I’ll use it if you don’t give me your money!” The man said as he pointed whatever object from his jacket.

“Bye now.” You wave them off before continuing on your way.

“Hey!” He goes to grab you, but you quickly turn around, and now he was stuck to the wall?

He tries to move but is trapped in a white sticky substance. You were just as confused as the man. However, it was your chance to escape.

As soon as you turned around, you collided against something hard before falling on your ass to the ground. Looking up, you see a large man in a red and blue suit that completely covers him from head to toe.

This day was getting too weird as you slowly rose to your feet. Before the man could speak, you began to run. However, you didn’t get far as you felt something wrap around you, pulling you straight back to the intimidating figure. Looking down, you see a red rope substance around your waist. You ripped it off, about to run again, when he pulled you back in again.

“Would you let me go!” You yell out in annoyance.

“I told you, you shouldn’t have snuck up on her.” A small digital figure appears next to the man. It appeared to be a woman dressed in a fur coat with heart-shaped glasses hanging off the edge of her nose as she chuckled. The man groaned in frustration.

“How else could I have done it?”

“Umm, hello? Can you tell me what’s going on? Or, more importantly, who the hell are you?”

“My name is Miguel O’Hara. I’m from another dimension. I lead an elite force dedicated to the security of the multiverse… Why are you ignoring me?!”

A grin comes to your lips as you laugh. “Where are the cameras? I must be on some kind of prank show.”

“What? This is not a prank show. I’m from another universe. In my universe, I am Spiderman. In your universe, you are Spiderman. Or, well, Spider Woman.”

“Spider-what?”

“Dios mio! Were you bitten by a spider?” The man before you grew more annoyed, which made you chuckle.

“I was. Last night.”

“That was a radioactive spider genetically mutated in your universe’s Alchemex.”

“How did you..”

“It’s a canon event in every spider-person story. Obviously, yours just started.”

“What’s a canon event?”

“You know what. This will explain everything. Lyla, do the thing.” The small woman appeared next to the man again.

“Huh? What thing?”

“W-What do you mean, ‘What thing? The information explaining thing!” He looks at the small woman as if she should know what he was talking about.

You held your hand to your mouth, trying to hide your laughter. Your entire surrounding turned dark as a series of webs with images appeared.

“What is this?” You gazed at your surroundings, amazed by the sight.

“This is the arachnoid humanoid holy verse.”

“Catchy name.” You chuckle.

“Yeah, ok, it’s a stupid name. But it’s factually accurate. Going back to your question about a canon event. It’s a moment in every spider person’s life, every time. Some are good, some bad, some very bad. However, you don’t need to think about any of that yet. You’re just starting out.” The surroundings changed back just as soon as you were getting curious about what he was saying.

“So, why are you here then?” You ask, curious about the figure before you. You looked him over again. He was in the shape of his life; if only you could see what he was hiding behind that mask.

“I wasn’t planning on coming here. But you popped up on my scanner, so I checked it out. But I came too early. You barely have uncovered your powers yet.” He says as he fiddles with the futuristic watch on his wrist. A large orange portal splits open in thin air. The man turns around and walks into it, disappearing.

“W-wait!” You rushed over to stop him, but you were sucked into the portal before you could stop. The entire thing came all at once, which made your head dizzy. As quick as you entered, you stumbled out onto the floor.

“Ow.” You rubbed your head before standing up. You finally register your surroundings. It was spectacular.

Floors were going in all directions with a person or thing in a red and blue suit walking by as they gave you strange looks as if you had a third eye.

“Where am I?”

A woman in a red and black suit with yellow goggles approaches you.

“You must be new. My name is Jessica Drew. And you?” She smiled.

“Y/n L/n?”

“Well, Y/n, welcome to spider society.”

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Translations

El Destino= Fate

Dios mio= oh my god

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Chapter two should be out in a day or two! In between there will be one shot posts! If you have any one-shot recommendations, don’t hesitate to ask in the comments or dm.

[legolasghosty]

also from your additions because they're fun: to protect an actual partner who doesn't want the attention for pairing of your choice! :D

Heheh yes of course! Thanks for the ask!!!!

"Alex, over here!"

"Luke, is it true your next single is due soon?"

"Julie, who are you wearing tonight?"

"Reggie, Alex, is it true you two are dating?"

Reggie blinks, still unused to all the flashing lights of the cameras on red carpets. But that last question at least needed to be answered, for all of their sakes.

"Yep," he says, grabbing Alex's hand and relaxing when his best friend squeezes his. "Two years last month."

"Why all the secrecy?" another reporter asks, pointing a mic at them.

"We weren't really in the market for attention," Alex answers, the lie flowing smoothly to anyone who didn't know him. "And potential backlash over us being in a queer relationship is always a concern."

Reggie lets go of Alex's hand to wrap his arm around his waist instead. Nothing he hasn't done a million times, it's just usually not like this. It feels easy though, because it's Alex. They're best friends and they both know what's going on, even if the public doesn't.

"Plus, I wanted to keep him to myself," he says, leaning over to peck Alex on the cheek.

"Shut up," Alex protests playfully.

"So why come out now?" someone else demands.

Geez, Reggie thinks, why do so many people seem to think their entitled to knowledge of their personal lives just because the band is famous?

"Eh we figured it was time," he offers, just like they planned. "Lots of people already knew, so it's not a big deal."

"Guys, band picture!" Julie calls from a few steps further down the carpet.

Reggie hides his sigh of relief with a wide grin and a wink for the cameras before he and Alex join her and Luke for more photos. Sure, being more openly affectionate with Alex is fun, but it's still lying to call him his boyfriend. He sends a mental sorry to his partner back at their apartment. It's not necessary of course, both his and Alex's partners are on board with this. But still.

Once they make it inside the movie theater, Luke manages to get them all away from the crowd and into a large, family restroom.

"Everyone okay?" Julie checks as soon as the door is locked behind them.

Reggie lets himself relax against Luke's side. Thank goodness for his qpps. "Yeah, I think so," he says. "I feel like I should send a million sorry texts though."

"Agreed," Alex responds, sitting down on the floor and tapping out a steady rhythm on the tiled floor. "I know it was Willie's idea and everything, but it still feels weird."

Luke shrugs. "Makes sense to me. Pretty sure it'd kill me to have to lie about my relationships in front of that many people. You guys are brave."

"Well it keeps him safe," Reggie says instinctively. "This is sort of the best we got for everybody at the moment."

"You guys are going to have so much fun defacing the gossip magazines tomorrow," Julie adds, grinning.

"I think they were talking about going on a shopping spree for glitter pens while we're here," Alex agrees.

Reggie laughs. That sure sounds like their partners. "Well I guess we better get some good stuff out to make fun of then," he decides, standing up and straightening his suit jacket.

"And, you know, hear our song in a movie," Alex snarks, taking the hand Julie offers him to stand up.

Luke cheers. "Let's go!"

Reggie grabs Alex's hand and they all sneak back out into the lobby. The crowd surrounds them and Reggie definitely spots a few phone cameras pointed at them. But hey, this is the goal, right? Keep everyone from asking questions about their love lives and protect their real significant others from all the publicity garbage. So they might as well have some fun with it.

"We should do that whole crossing arms and drinking champagne thing later," he whispers to Alex as they find their seats in the movie theater.

"You'd better not spill any one me then," Alex teases. "I kinda like this jacket."

"Awww, but it would look so much better on Willie's floor," Reggie retorts.

"Wow, that is truly an awful line," Alex groans, laughing. "And I actually hang up my suit jackets, unlike someone I know."

"Sue me for having other priorities when I get home." Reggie wiggles his eyebrows just as the flash of a camera goes off right behind them.

Alex rolls his eyes at the brightness, but then the director comes onstage to introduce the film and the theater erupts into cheers. Movie time!

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"Wow, have you read this one yet?"

Reggie looks up from where he's been drawing little mustaches on him and Alex in People. His partner is holding up another gossip magazine, folded open to an article apparently about their 'relationship'. Reggie has to admit he's a bit distracted by the way his boyfriend's dark hair falls around his face and the fact that he isn't wearing a shirt at the moment.

"Earth to Reggie?" Bobby says with a smirk, waving the papers at him. "You have got to read this one, it's a compilation of your guys' cutest moments."

"Oh no," Reggie laughs, wriggling across their bed to take it. "Ten bucks says they put that Instagram post from last summer in the top 3."

"I mean, it was a pretty cute picture," Bobby agrees, snagging some more glossy pages from the stack Willie left outside their room this morning. "Hard to top last night though."

"We are pretty cute," Reggie says, nodding in an attempt to look serious. "Not as cute as you though."

"Awww, you flatter me," Bobby responds, clapping a hand to his chest. He flops down onto his back and flips through the pages to find the next article about 'Ralex', as they have been dubbed.

"Hey, it's kinda hard to top a solid 10," Reggie continues, setting his magazine aside to roll on top of his partner. "Like come on, Alex and I are cute, but have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"Flirt," Bobby retorts, one hand finding the back of Reggie's neck to pull him down into a kiss.

Reggie grins into it, sliding his hands into Bobby's hair as he nips at his bottom lip. Fake dating Alex is great, but he'll take real dating Bobby over that any day. And if doing them together keeps everyone safe, then so be it. The gossip magazines are pretty entertaining at least.

[littlegreenplumbob]

People you'd like to get to know better - tag!

i got tagged in a tag by @calicosimgirl 😁😁 which is insane to me bc i consider myself just a little tumblr stalker who occasionally posts piccys of my sims. tysm💚 this is my first tag as im extremely new to actually frequently using tumblr so idk how to do these things so i really hope im right with how i do this

Last song you listened to:

safety pin by 5sos. i am obsessed with those guys<33 ive seen them live in concert once and i cant wait to do it again:)

also! blissful ignorance by foxhaunt. im seeing them at a gig in manchester next month after seeing them around on tiktok and this song? it just perfectly scratches my brain in all the right ways

Favourite colour(s):

green!!!! my irl nickname is littlegreengirl, i have green hair and the majority of my clothes are green. i just think its funky. i also wear a lot of black so i guess that too

Currently watching:

superstore! cant believe i never watched it before. and also the new disney+ percy jackson. i also love bad education, b99 and futurama. i am a chronic watch-till-youre-sick-of-it so anything ive seen before that i can just whack on and know its funny.

Last movie you watched:

percy jackson sea of monsters. ive been rereading the books and reigniting my passion, what can i say (even though i have thallasophobia weirdly)

Sweet/spicy/savoury:

savoury. bc i dont think there is anything better than gherkins 🤩🤩

Last thing you googled:

i think it was ‘average amount of teeth’ bc i was on facetime with my best friend and we fell into a rabbit hole of how many teeth people have. if youre wondering, i have 24 (and that is the least amount of teeth out of everyone ive asked???)

Currently working on:

i havent played my nsb save in a while since im back home from uni atm. i go bsck on sunday so im sure i will be back into sim mode the second i step foot on mancunian ground. ive been really interested in posting lookbooks as well, as soon as i figure out how to take ok quality photos and sort out my cc. but if youre talking physically working, im at work on my break rn and i have been slaying at making those big macs.

i fear i have exposed a lot of myself to some people who do not need to know this much about me. but i guess thats the point!!!! i think tags are very fun and if anyone wants to tag me in future ones, hell yea! lets see what other weird things i can google inbetween now and then

im not sure who else to tag as i mainly only follow cc creators haha - pls dont feel any pressure to respond or anything but id like to make friends on here:)

@mooneonthings @simfestation @fayethegray

[melodygatesauthor]

Hey Mel I have questions. You seem to know things.

First of all, do you know anyone who like...designs blogs? I want mine to look better but I hate that crap.

Secondly, your new layout and everything looks super rad. I'm not bugging you about it btw, you are a busy creator - I'm just curious if you can pass along info.

Next, what would you say is your favorite way for your readers or ... art viewers to show appreciation? Do you like reblogs most? Reblogs with comments? Or tags? Or mainly replies. Both, all?

I used to be a serial liker way back when (I know, I'm Satan) but once I realized how important rb'ing was (thank you, educational posts), I started doing it all the time, and I try to interact, which has turned out to be lovely and so much more fun! Anyway, what's your fave feedback method?

Omg hi babe!!!!

Thoughts below the cut:

You give me too much credit with "you seem to know things" hahaha. I TRY, but this hellsite is a challenge!

Firstly, thank you SO MUCH for the sweet compliment on my blog. I have gone through MANY different styles and different schemes before landing on this one. For me it was VERY trial and error and I definitely like this one a LOT.

Designing your blog is tough, and despite having my BFA in graphic design, I sucked at it until I started figure out what works best for me, the writer, and for my readers. The thing I discovered that works best for me personally is the simplicity, but I did have it set up much more complex (and I'm in the process of switching my masterlist to the simpler style STILL)

I don't know anyone who designs them, though I wonder if that's something that people would do? Do they charge money for it? If anyone reading this has any thoughts on that, let me know!

A couple of resources I recommend are:

Canva.com (for the actual design)

Colorpalettes.net (for coming up with color schemes you like)

Pinterest (for photos if needed)

For your second point, I'm ALWAYS happy help anyone with anything I can <3

For your next question, I've talked about this previously but I'm always happy to take the mic when someone hands it to me to discuss this further. Reblogs with comments will always be mine, and most, creator's preferred form of support/appreciation.

- Side note: Financial support is technically the best way to show support/appreciation for most artists but I don't ever want to charge money for fanfiction because that opens up a whole can of worms that I don't think most fanfic writers would really want, despite it sounding good in theory. - For example, most fanfic writers are writing out of passion, emotion, and just raw feelings. As soon as you start charging money, it starts being more of an obligation for the writer (less fun). I also like that you don't HAVE to have money to enjoy creative works like fanfiction, you can enjoy it for free. It's a community that thrives off of my providing the stories that my brain enjoys coming up with, to people who enjoy reading them. - Though I will say that if someone sends me a tip or something just to show support that's AMAZING. I just mean, I don't think putting fanfiction behind a paywall is something we want inherently.

That being said, the LEAST anyone can do, is reblog. I also used to be a serial liker, not knowing how important reblogs were. Let me paint the picture and tell a story lol:

Person 1 sees Artist making art and says "I like this." The Artist is happy and says "Thank you that's so sweet of you. I hope others like it too," but before they can even finish their sentence, Person 1 is gone. Person 1 never tells their friends about the amazing art they saw. Person 1 doesn't even tell the artist WHY they liked their work. (And in some cases, Person 1 says "I like this. Hey can you make me an extremely complicated commission for free so I can have it and also not tell my friends about that?") - Person 1 is a "serial liker" and an asshole entitled reader. We hate Person 1, they're an asshole.

Person 2 sees Artist making art and says "I like this." Now, they go to their friends and say, "I saw some art. I liked it," and they don't elaborate. So their friends, might go see it, but Person 2 hasn't really done anything to "sell" your work to their friends. So YES it's SO MUCH better than what Person 1 did, but Person 2 could still be better.

Person 3, our queen, our beloved, sees the Artist making art and says "I like this." Then Person 3 not only tells their friends about how amazing it is, but they also tell the artist why they liked it so much and the things about it that made them happy. Their friends can see how excited Person 3 is about the work, thus inspiring them to check it out and spread it to their friends by reblogging as well.

All of this to say, Person 3 is the ideal reader, they reblog, they engage with you, they're spreading the word, and sometimes that can be the difference between an artist continuing or ending their time on tumblr. I've seen it happen twice, and it's fucking heartbreaking.

Just something to think about for others who don't understand why we push for reblogs so much!

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Jimin's Got that Busan Juju + A Comment on His Photo Folio (Repost)

Anonymous: Hi BPP, I hope the concert was wonderful and everything you asked for. I would really like to know your opinion/analysis about my query below because I started with BTS last year and I am still struggling to figure this out.

So before I started with BTS, the one person whose name I constantly heard was Jimin. Some of my friends who are into BTS loved him and it felt like he was everywhere so when I started with BTS I tried to avoid him. I tend to veer towards the less well known member. However, no matter how hard I tried, I always saw myself watching Jimin. It started with performances and then everything else. Now I don't think he is my bias. I often try to stay loyal to the hyung line but I somehow end up looking at Jimin. I just don't get it. What sort of magic is this? Am I noticing him because everyone else is? I am so confused about this whole situation. Like I know he is good to look at but any idea what the deal is. Lol, I sounds like a teenager with a crush. Do other people feel this as well or am I actually a teenager with a crush?

Lol even if you don't respond to this, I hope this makes you laugh.

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It’s that Busan juju.

It’s his God-breathed visuals.

Gaia herself crafted that man to be every man, woman, and other’s dream. Athena’s rival, Aphrodite’s muse, Beyonce’s godson.

Jimin’s visuals have always been my favorite. His vocals have always been my favorite. And I’ve slowly come to accept he’s the best dancer in BTS. There was a time (mid-2018 or so) that he seemed so perfect I briefly considered the possibility he might be a sociopath.

Sometimes he falls off my radar (the rapline consistently stay on my radar) but then he pranks Hobi, says something savagely sassy, or his vocals pierce my brain like a lightning rod and he gets on my radar again.

The new ARMY recruit (non-ARMY friend who watched the Grammys) asked me recently why I don’t think of Jimin as my bias or even bias wrecker (that title belongs wholly to Jungkook), and all I could say is that he doesn’t annoy me enough to be my bias, and with how much I like Jimin, I like Yoongi a touch more, Hobi a teeny bit more, and Joon about as much as I like Jimin, maybe. Why that is exactly, I don’t know. People choose their biases for all sorts of reasons, or rather, their biases choose them.

Jimin is a bit of a special case because everybody notices him. It’s quite literally impossible not to. It’s why so many people feel threatened by this guy breathing anywhere near their biases, cause they know their biases would sooner get on one knee, or better yet, turn around and kneel with their asses in the air, for Jimin to do whatever he wants. I just need y'all to watch any of their MV reaction videos, I mean BTS reacting to themselves. Pick anyone at all. And look at their faces when Jimin comes on the screen. I almost feel embarrassed for them because it’s so obvious. Jungkook showed up in Chelsea boots during soundcheck the other day, and his energy? Hyung’s copycat indeed. They all see Jimin for what he is. Jimin himself knows what he is. I have a pet theory that one reason he’s so heavily leaned into his ‘cute, harmless, almost helpless good boy’ persona lately, is to try to seem less threatening. Most maknae line solo stans hate him to a hilariously absurd degree, because they view him as real competition. It’s why they’re so proactive with their hate, always on schedule, never missing a deadline. Some hyung-line akgaes too feel that way tbh. I’ve seen more than one person say Jimin is this generation’s Prince (the artist). And let me add something I’m working on in response to another ask about my favorite sub-unit in BTS (it’s 3J after the rapline): the 3J unit is the only unit filled with aces. You read that right. J-Hope, Jimin, and Jungkook are the true aces in BTS, it might just take some work to see it cause one of those three people goes around saying he wants to be waited on like Cleopatra taking milk baths.

Anyway, I digress.

I hate to be that person, but in your case, you sound a bit like Anthony Bridgerton talking about Kate Sharma. You can’t take your eyes off him? You end up looking only at him? Anon, you might be under the Jimin Effect. I suspect you’ve Jim-ined and cannot Jim-out, as they say.

Maybe accept it? Loving Jimin is a very enjoyable activity and I can speak from experience.

Originally posted: April 12th, 2022 8:00am

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Repost EDIT: Reading this post now, after Jimin's photofolio teasers have dropped, made me Laugh. Out. Loud.

Y'all, I hollered. Jimin really is something else, and whatever he is, only Jimin himself knows it. The other members have a very good idea, but the full expression of Jimin is something only Jimin knows. And that makes me giggle. It makes me love him a little harder. It makes me feel things - to know that there will always be something new to learn about him, to explore with him.. it's an intoxicating feeling. It's one I feel sometimes when I think about Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. The only criticism I have of Jimin's photo folio, is that it comes with no sound, and that's a criticism I'm making only because it's Jimin. I wish this photofolio was a film series instead. Only because I want to hear more of Jimin's vocal evolution. Imagine what he would sound like inspired by the moon's relationship with Artemis, or "freedom"...

Anyway, I hope whoever wanted a copy was able to get one. I hope the worry-toned asks I was frequently getting about Jimin, subside now. I hope his antis finally get a clue. And I hope more of us sit back and just enjoy the ride that is Park Jimin. I've said before that I think he is the most threatening person in k-pop. Lol. It's just what it is.

(He's problematic)

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(I mean look at him)

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(It's the casual arrogance for me)

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(Qu'y a-t-il d'autre à dire ?)

Y'all, I laughed. 💜

[icemasquerade]

The Boys Preference In Bed

CW: sexual themes and kinks

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Jungkook wanted you all the time. He was on you if you even got a moment alone together. Whether it's sloppily eating you out or having a quick fuck with his fingers, he needed you. He loved when you were in skirts and dresses, giving him easy access to get to you. Sometimes he couldn't even wait til you were alone. Even if there were one or two other members in the room, he'd pull you onto his lap and help grind your hips against him. You acted like you couldn't see their stares as your boyfriend used you to get off.

"Your cunt is practically sucking me in."

"Been waiting all day to fuck you."

"Your outfit is so slutty today, hard to control myself."

Everyone would assume TaeHyung's cold demeanor would transfer over in bed. It was furthest from the truth. TaeHyung's main focus was you. He wanted to figure out how to get you off with the most pleasure involved. He wanted to know all your kinks and turn-ons. He didn't care if he could never reach another orgasm as long as he got to see the way your toes curled and the face you make as you cum at least once more.

"I'm gonna eat you out now."

"So pretty for me."

"Tell me how good you feel"

YoonGi was possessive. As long as you were his girlfriend, you were his. It definitely showed in the bedroom. He loved when you submitted to him, loved when you told him how much you belonged to him. When he told you what to do, he expected you to listen. The only time you didn't was when you were begging for a punishment. He always made it hard for you to sit during the next few days.

"Your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight. Cum for me, Princess."

"I own you."

"Look at me when you do it."

NamJoon liked to show you off. He liked the idea of the boys looking at you and wanting you. He knew at the end of the day you were his and they could have their fun by looking but they would never touch. He happily watched you parade around in tight revealing clothes, watched as the others couldn't take their eyes off you. He fucked you extra rough those days, dirty talk featuring the various names of the other members. You've cum more times to the idea of his friends than you can remember,

"Don't act so shy. Everyone knows you're a slut."

"Show me how pretty your cunt is."

"Shut up, whore. Do you want the boys to hear you?"

Jimin loved to praise you. Seeing your embarrassed face was better than any other expression you could make. He wanted you to know just what you were doing to him. He loved whispering in your ear while inside you, loved feeling you tighten up and try to cover your face. He never let you hide, knowing that was his favorite part.

"Doing so well for me."

"Good girl."

"God, you feel incredible."

HoSeok loved the memories. Being on tour meant there wasn't a lot of time to be with you and he preferred not to have quickies in cramped spaces. He really didn't want anyone walking in on him or you. So he treasured the moments, taking videos and pictures whenever he could. He kept them in a locked file on his phone, only pulling them out when he was lonely and knew he was alone.

"Gonna cum to this later."

"Smile, Baby."

"Just one more photo."

Jin was more of a submissive than he'd like to admit. The first few times you guys had sex, he had put on an act, playing into a dominant mindset. It wasn't until he had accidentally begged for you that you guys actually sat down to discuss your kinks. You'd never tease him for anything he likes, willing to try anything for him. You were surprisingly into it once everything was settled.

"Please let me cum."

"I love when you ride me."

"I've been such a good boy."

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I do not usually post on tumblr so I hope this fits in on here

[aspiringtrashpanda]

(continued 2.5 as something went wrong.) I did it because human hubris is a bit more interesting than "the world was destroyed because the original timeline was erased in favor of the mega evolution timeline woe is me" (although that may happen too, we'll see in what manner and what can be done about it, have tentative ideas, and that itself has a convoluted science-y/ physics explanation) and gives a good incentive for Leaf to go "what in Giratina's fresh hell do you think you're doing???" @/anyone copying her mistakes as is often in the anime and her Weirdness towards the insane number of people casually buddy-buddy with Legendaries + Ash's entire existence + obsession that nobody disturbs them/the fabric of space-time. (And naturally, projecting my own "I can't believe they killed Steven in the manga" *screaming cat noises.*) I’m saying all this in the event I say “f it” and post anyways, and you see it in the very empty Steven tag and think “whose this weirdo” 😭 National PSA to all Steven stans: I love the rock man and think he makes for an awesome big brother that shares the same excitement any kid would which makes it easier for him to connect with their level of energy and fascination and would be your biggest support and let you do whatever you wanted including a helicopter ride paid with his own money and take you on cool spelunking trips to show how fun geology can be even if it gives Lance heart palpitations at the dangers.

("Where have you been the last four days?!?!" "In a cave." "A CAVE?!?!" "Steven was there too. And I've been in caves before, that's the only way to get to Cerulean." "Mt Moon is an easy cave. It's for local use. Which cave were you in." "Steven was there!" "Steven goes to the worst caves of them all. For months at a time! That does not make me feel better." "...Well, we were supposed to look for Mega Stones in Glittering Cave, it was supposed to be quick, but Steven found some other cool rocks I don't know much about... oh, and when we left Ash sent me a photo of what I'm pretty sure might be a Legendary, so Steven wanted to check out that cave too-" *Lance gets up to take his stress medications*) This doesn't actually happen, I made up an example on the spot but similar vibes lol. But I was today years old when I discovered there's a "Kalos Stone" from this cave in the ORAS games in Rustboro Gym. Maybe Steven got a souvenir for Roxanne.

LOL WE DON'T TALK ABOUT HOW THEY KILLED STEVEN IN THE MANGA *sobs in a corner* And the Steven tag would be HAPPY to have such a brilliant fic idea. I don't think the idea of Steven as a big brother figure would be weird at ALL. I think a lot of people would appreciate seeing that side of him. omg poor Lance though. He probably has the highest blood pressure. It would be SO funny though.