#if it doesnt just dm me and ill try to send it to u

[eledsart]

HIHI by any chance can you share which aftg fic you were looking for,,, it sounds so good based on ur description fjdnfn

Here :)

[ragdollfizix]

⚠️🏗🚧 teehee an intr o post!!! 🚧🏗⚠️

Haaaai ^-^ hi hi for the love of god hi. My name is fizix im a 21 y/o transman whos here for the silliness. And the cock and pussy and hole and tongue and cunt aand slick but also the silliness ^-^

yes i will make typos. its not a dumb puppy horny moment i just have fast fingers and im also halfblind with no autocorrect so liek. Yeah <3 this is also a sideblog!!! So if u know my main shhhhh no you dont :] i probably wont follow back but we r mutuals if youve dmed me and we've held a good few convos tbh

Im what you could classify as polyamorous but i dont identify with that label, im not looking for anything committed im just here to whore around and have some fun :D im bisexual, so anyone can interact! (EXCEPT CISHET MEN. OBVI.)

I am a man!!! anyone can interact but sapphics be known that i am a man and feel free 2 block me if that makes u uncomfy <3 godspeed queens. I try not to interact with wlw/mendni posts so if i do im SORRY </3

MINORS LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE. ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. GO OUTSIDE DO YOUR HOMEWORK OR SOMETHIGN

And also on that note ANYONE OVER 27 LEAVE ME ALONE THANK U <3

AND AND AND any ageless blogs/blank with only porn gifs are getting blocked <3<3<3<3<3

Asks & DMs are open! If you go 100mph out of the gate with the "ouhhh i wanna fuck you so bad with my big dick" i might just make fun of u tho. Buy me dinner first. Im down to flirt w anons/ppl in the askbox bc im a whore <3 mutuals get to kiss me with tongue too <3

Also i know i act all funny and silly but i AM down to clown if you get me in a mood <3 feel free to send a horny ask and see what happens :D

Current anons in da box: 💙 || 🐝 || 🐶 || 🦋 (feel free to ask for ur own emoji if you plan on sticking around!!)

I am a switch so im down for whatever. Want me to sub? Welcome to subway what do you want on your fuckig sandwich. Want me to dom? Welcome to dominos wjat is none pizza left beef. You know?

If ur just dying to know what i look like then uhhhh im a redhead w no surgery so i got titties and a cunt <3 im also not a shaver so you gotta fight the WHOLE underbrush to get to the center of the tootsie pop <3<3 is it like a. Cherry tootsie pop? because im a redhead and the. the pusee. also since this apparently drives people crazy im 5'4"

I dont wanna have a full list of my kinks bc i feel like itd be more fun for ppl to figure that out for themselves instead of getting a cheat sheet <3 anyone that does a quick scroll on my blog can tell im into oral, p3tplay, and praise tho. ill give a list of my No-Gos bc i wanna have fun with this blog and not get squicked/triggered away from it. List might be updated as time goes on

Yellow Light (stuff im neutral/alright with as long as it doesnt go too deep): dumbification, degredation, daddy/mommy title, only mutuals can bondage me

Red Light (hard stops, if u come at me with this stuff ur getting blocked): r@pe, piss, inc3st, scat, v//mit, p3do/4geplay, gun/knifeplay, k1dnapping, detrans, intox, feederism

And thats all for an intro poast i think! Thanks 4 reading have a good day and DRINK SOME WATER i know youre thirsty ;] This isnt a sex thing this is tumblr we are all dehydrated here. Suffering is not noble drink the damn water

[quackitlee-hq]

{ C! Quackity (tickle) RP blog }

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run by @quiet-gremlin

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{ Important things }

- not kink or nsfw!!

- c! quackity, not cc! quackity

- i am dyslexic!! but i try my best to read through things so they make sense!! lmk if you need something fixed!! /gen

- i (admin) am a minor! so just be careful. i dont want nsfw, or kink being involved. and if you are over the age of 21, just be cautious and know that i am weary of you /nbm/gen

- oc blogs can interact!! but it will be a little funky since im still trying to get used to them!! /gen

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{ HC'S, Boundaries, Spots, and more! }

(last updated 27/12/23) - boundaries updated, general hcs updated, tk hcs updated!

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{ Boundaries } (important)

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- again, id prefer if 21+ were weary around this blog as i am a minor. but u can interact!!

- ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW OR ADULT CONTENT. THIS IS NOT KINK

- i will absolutely do angst!! either in dms or here i can go however far youd like!!! literally anything i am so down!! i love angst <3

- i am comfy with any character interacting!! even if they have problems!! we can either pretend they didnt happen, or give them a little kiss and make up story!!

- im also okay with ships!! if u and ur guy wanna date quackity, just lmk and we can go over the details!! :D

- pls no feet stuff or bondage. they make me uncomfortable.

- my dms r always open!!! and also please dont rush me on roleplays. i get busy, and ill get to you!! (normally im pretty fast, like a couple days inbetween)

- ill add more if i need to!!!

- please please send your ask. idc what it is. just wanna be haha funny and make jokes?? okay!!! do you wanna just say funny things to quackity?? feel free!! (if theyre not rp asks, i will respond as quackity unless otherwise stated!!)

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{ General HC's }

- short king my beloved <3 (4'10 i have no self control)

- 22 years of age !! :D

- he has small wings on his back! he cannot fly due to silly problems in his childhood (angst?), but he tries to take pride in them! he also has little ones on his ears, and he does what he can to take care of them

- ^^ as these two imply, he is an avian hybrid!! tho ppl call him a joke since his wings are more of a golden color (like a ducks)

- when he gets surprised, he lets out a little quack ^_^ and also will trill like a bird when happy (bc hes an avian)

- quackity is dyslexic! but he does what he can to get past it. he has glasses that he only wears in private to help him read

- goes through depression spikes! he usually does what he can, and hypes himself up for the most part, but he does have some problems emotioanlly and mentally. he would rather die than make it somebody else's problem

- basically a dad to the entirety of las nevadas,, even treats foolish n sam as like, his kids (or more as ppl he takes care of)

- overworker!! mans barely sleeps and struggles to feel like hes done a good job

- to relax, quackity watches kids movies on his ipad and unironically likes cocomelon. (IM SORRY SNFNSBD)

- he also can and will throw a tantrum to get his way even when he can just be carried like a baby

- hides his smoking / nicotine addiction n everyone just pretends they dont know (they feel bad for him)

- sucker for the dumbass "best mom" / "#1 mom" shirts and just owns a ton that he sleeps / lounges in LMAO

- quackity id's as a trans guy! he has also had top surgery! he is on t (injections), and doesnt struggle too bad with dysphoria!

- will call you kid. unless he knows you and knows youre older, his first petname is kid.

- does not like talking ab karl, sapnap, or schlatt. like he'll answer maybe two questions before getting annoyed.

- along with that (unless in another au), schlatt/glatt, karl, and sapnap are all banned from las nevadas

- rubs the back of his neck if he's nervous. one of his tells

- speaking of his tells, his others are wringing his hands together, and placing his hands behind his back. rubbing his hands together happens when hes just trying to talk and getting nervous. and he puts his hands behind his back when he's feeling confident

- is a very good gambler, but when it comes to people he knows well?? hes a horrible liar. cannot lie to those he loves for shit.

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- mans always wears his dumb beanie

- messy black hair

- he switches between a red and white button up shirt!!! his sleeves are always rolled up though

- his hair is also a little longer than shoulder legnth!! sometimes its in a ponytail, but its normally just down and low.

- his hair looks greasy but its!! actually not, its soft and well-maintained

- he also has burn scars littered all over his body from what happened to slime. (he does not take care of them)

- he has a little. tail. that is the same color as the wings on his ears. although he does cover it unless hes around someone he likes/trusts <3

- it is right below his lower back <3 but he prefs it untouched (unless asked). its not made of feathers, but rather the softer part of feathers (idk how to explain it)

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{ TK HC's }

- hes like a switch that leans to the lee side <3

- better with ppl he knows better

- can either b an asshole abt it or v playful (almost dad like coughs)

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{ Ler HC's }

- again, he can b an asshole, but he can also b rlly playful, it depends on who u are

- will wait to go to ur worst spots so he can give a buildup

- mainly gets som1 for fucking with him, or getting them to just smile. or if theyre being an annoying little SHIT

- is GREAT at being a teasy asshole, he loves just fucking around

- he can also be really good at gentle tickles, he'll usually use that for a calm kind of situation, or when someones feeling down

- mans will fuck any1 up with raspberries

- is a petty little bitch and will wait to get revenge

- wont babytalk you but will talk like u arent there

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- finds it silly and cute and he likes it as a bonding activity

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- will talk himself up and then just absolutely die

{ Lee HC's }

- cant fucking stand teasing. at all. this man has a poker face of stone but the second you put your hands on him he cant do shit

- nervous giggler my beloved

- can and will throw a fit if you use his height against him, esp in teases

- unable to take it seriously, absolutely cannot stand any kind of teasing. it all just kills him

- arches his back a lot on instict. which doesnt help if someone wants to target his worst spot

- rubs his eyes when he's flustered

- tries to act big and strong even when down and giggly

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[ Spot HC's ]

- thighs ; 6/10

- ribs ; 6/10

- palms ; 8/10 ; melt spot

- neck ; 8/10 ; melt spot

- lower sides / hips ; 9/10

- the little wing ears ; 11/10 ; he will die . .

- lower back!!!! ; 10/10 ; death spot , ,

- burn scars on his neck ; 10/10 ; fluster spot Augh

- his wings and shoulderblades ; 11/10 ; kill him ! !

[jettblanche]

Welcome to Phantasma Park

This is a nsfw RP blog run by @rottenmarquee . Minors/ageless bios pls dni

🎠 A mysterious amusement park appears seemingly out of thin air. No one ever saw any construction take place, and the location of the park is oddly remote. However, the ticket prices are fairly cheap and everyone leaves with a smile on their face. Maybe it's worth a try... 🎠

This is an RP blog with two characters, Blanche (he/they) the evil magician and Jett (he/they/it) his partner (in business) Dont be afraid to send asks or rp requests ! 😊

(these two characters are "played" by me and a headmate)

Dms are open, but please be respectful.

Dni/boundaries/body terms/titles under cut

DNI

Reposting bcs yall cant click a link

- minors

- ageless (no age listed in bio)

- terf/transmed/exclus/anti kink

- incest, pedophillea, stuff like tht

- bambi, neuroplex, or nimja blogs/supporters. While i wont blame you for being a victim, i dont want that spread on my posts

- pro involuntary committeement (trauma related. Sorry. I still have panic attacks about it. Actually said trauma is where these kinks came from lol.)

Limits:

- im good with dms or anything. U can be as nsfw as you want but pls no nudes without asking. I dont want to see that, i promise

- scat, piss, vore, cgl, diapers, sissy, race, pregnancy, detranitioning kink, vanilla. Nothing unsanitary. Nothing discriminatory either

- findom or anything that controls life 24/7 like tht. Id be more comfortable with tht as a sub (not findom stuff tho) but not unless i super trust that person.

- breeding ok, pregnancy not. Tokophobia.

- very open as a sub, very scared as a dom. You can do the most fucked up shit to me (within reason ofc) but i will not do it to you. Ill still do plenty as a dom, just not sure im comfortable with cnc or anything like tht as a dom, at least not unless things have been discussed

- i am okay with titles but i prefer not to be called them unless we actually like (in dms, not in post replies) Talked. Like we don't have to be besties yet but like at least say hello and introduce yourself first. When in doubt, ask. Im pretty chill abt it tbh, i just dont like ppl coming in my dms calling me sir when i havent spoken to them. U can call me tht on replies to posts tho !

- although not entirely opposed, jsut to make things simple, avoid feminine titles. Especially mistress. Also dont call me a femdom or anything.

- exclusivity. Im poly and have very bad experiences around it. You can say "you're mine" as long as it isnt followed by "and no one else's". Possessiveness is hot to me as long as you share me

- I dont do feminization, findom, or femdom (im a guy) so please stop asking

Body terms im ok with:

Tits, boytits, pussy, boypussy, boycunt, hole, boyhole, [generally, boy___ is safe], throbbing member /j

Titles im ok with:

Master (preferred), sir, anything masc rlly except i dont care for "Daddy" (i am not exactly bothered by it, it just doesnt do it for me bcs i am too used to hearing it in a funny context so its permanently a silly word for me)

[shmorkyjr]

A 43 year old man is *not* gonna befriend a child, that would be super creepy on his end anyway and i'm sure Dave wants to be left alone. Although, I do hope for his comeback one day.

Aw.. I just wanted to thank him for everything and be the best i can be! I want to be noticed and i hope he one day sees how thankful i am for all the joy and hope he has brought me! Didnt he befriend a child back in the day tho? I have lots of adult friends :3

And yes i have taken my pills but they dont do shit😎

He doesnt NEED to be my friend, itsjust a simple wish feom the nr1 fan! If anybody tries to argue that im not the nr1 fan, ihad to be sent to the psych because of how worried i was for him! I have spent over 24h in total on fanart and i know almost all of his works. My favorite being his oc Daisy! (Im litteraly married to Daisy, hello?)

I have spent hours and hours getting people to stop sending him hate and just calm the fuck down

I may be an ill litte fuck but if he himself makes it clear or shows any signs of discomfort, i will obey and do the best i can to make sure that my bullshit will calm down

Some people say he liked mentaly disabled kiddos and im one of em!

Also have u ever met him? Notmad just curious

I rlly hope ur not mad with me over my bullshit

Anywayyzzz im gonna go throw shit at the white house bc why not. Idk why but my brain is telling me that i need to make funni satire threaths abt the white house.

I have nothing against the white house, im neutral abt it

Anywayy, shmorky should totaly be president! Idc that im in sweden and im underage, im still voting!

I wonder if im some sort of angel... That would be SO COOL!

I also wonder if kiwi frams have seen my bomb threaths..

Hehe peepeepoopooweeweeoeoe

Why does my brain want me to type abt sonic the hedgehog now? Its off topic but my brain is telling me that if sonic was real he would be at waffle house

Im a computer!!

Nvm im a dinosaur

Imagine if i had an cool airplane and could fly anywhere i wanted! Id fly to the sun! That would be SO RAD!!

Id turn in to an lava monster with superpowers!! Idturn earth in to a big butterfly and id hop lnto it and fly to an completely diffrent universe!

Id name the butterfly phil, thats what i named my butterfly when i was a lil kid (i still am but im 13 now its diffrent)

Anyway did you guys know that autism cant be cured? For that i amsad because i hate having autism. Neil Cicierega helps my autism tho. His music is the coolest!

Imagine if big chungus was real? We would be SO DOOMED!! DOOM HOUSE REFERENCE REAL

This is so awesome, me and my virtual textbook.

Today i ate water and drank peanuts

Imagine if i was a cat, no school 4 me! Only food and sleep

But i need school to be genious and get moolah

At least im getting an A in the most important stuff so il be fine ig

Somehow i manage to be an total disaster in general but genious in school! Its called autism, folks! At least thats what my autism does, others are diffrent. My sister does okay socialy and not so well in school while im an absolute social disaster but an fuckass math genious (i hate math) weboth have autism. My sister is better at not acting totaly drunk when in vcs too!

This one time i was calling my best friend and i went on a rant abt how the clock was gonna rape us if we didnt wake up st the right time. That was offensive i know.. My brain hates me

I wont shut up and thats so awesome!

Anyway please dm me, we can talk there!

The song bill wattersson by lemon demon is so realatable and fire except i have no idea who bill wattersson is! Thepart about eating hearts and trying on faces and the power absorbing thing is not relatable however.

Its a total banger, go listen to it!

[salaciousslut]

Ive never had espolon! Maybe i should try it with you sometime 🤭 same as long as im drunk then im happy☺️ and thats more than okay princess<3 i wouldnt mind if you took you clothes off for me, i know you could use a few marks all over your pretty tits<3

I hate to say the masochism falls in line with the cnc for me because if you fight back and hurt me I'll just like it<3 And fuck the dudebros, (literally if you'd like hehe🤭) they dont really matter anyway, theyre also focused on themselves, if they dont want to be around you i swear they'll just move, esp if you have me around sweet thing<3 our preferred exercising methods are very different but i'd be more than willing to take your lead and protect you wherever you go princess<3 and i havent done yoga in a while!! Its been years 🫣 but i'd follow you anywhere<3

You absolutely deserve to be loved and cherished sweetheart, youre literally so precious<33 i wanna put you in a cute collar so bad princess<3 but also i get it, being a kitten has such a cute appeal to it, but being a puppy is cuter, it also shows how good you are at following orders as long as someone treats you right<3

Tbh🫣 i dont like ceviche with fully cooked shrimp the texture is off, but its ok!! I sill get to eat all sorts of yummy seafood! My family's from coastal regions so i grew up with lots of fish and a ton of shrimp, and at least fully cooked shrimp is good in other stuff!

No i get that! I hope no one's been weird about race in your dms lately, race fetishists are weird as fuck.

Wait you really think we'd look good together, princess? 🥺

You are too cute<3333 chips and salsa are good! Whats your favorite kind of chips? I wanna know 🥺 Also wtf i love wings, im partial to mango habanero at most places! But i love spicy food a lot. And im also one of those weirdos that doesnt mind pineapple on pizza 🤭

I understand princess, its much more fun if someone else does it for you<3 i wish i was able to add to your orgasm log by eating you out sweetheart<33 I really love eating pussy if im being honest<3333

hehe yes!! i just got a mew bottle so ill open it with you!! plus u can feed me shots!! maybe make me a heavy handed drink. u really like my tits huh?? hehe if i were in my dms i would send u pics all the time (this is me gently convincing u to come off anon hehehe)

hottttttt i like struggling a lil because its more fun that way but knowing that youll like it too is really hot!!!

and we will take turns working out! bc lets be real, if ur lifting, i dont think i could pay attention to anything else!! nor do i really want to!! so we take turns <3

i get that! but yay for shrimp!! im also coastal so fresh shrimp and fish are my bread and butter!! yummy hehe

duh i think we would look good together babe!!! i mean look at us??? hot as fuck

i love anything that hot limon flavored!! thats always my go to but cool ranch doritos or sour cream and onion chips are yummy too!! or anything with dip, im a big sauce girl so dips and sauces are my jam. mango habanero is so yummy!! you have excellent taste 😇 see for me, i totally understand the flavor profile of pineapple on pizza, but i have a big aversion to warm fruit. i hate the texture and flavor of warm fruit so much. like fruit pies and cobblers and stuff? i eat it cold because the fruit taste more like fruit to me that way. idk its a lil weird but warm fruit gives me the heebie jeebies

hehehehehe eat me out then!!! im very vocal when im with someone its kinda embarrassing but i know people like that 🫣

[amakumos]

my discord doesnt say i need to update 😓 maybe its bc i just made this acc bc my other acc was personal and i wanted to stay anon.. could u friend me and try dmming me ? i wanna see if itll let me respond..

sexy aussie guy

yeah i could !! whats ure user ? just send it thru to me in an ask + i wont reply publicly but ill add u and dm

[wingedbeings]

aa ok i want 2 actively try n make my abusers unable 2 access my less anonymous blogs but um i'm Fear™

[silverfish-nest]

Hello, i'm N!

Pronounced like "eni", you can also call me Nes or any of the names relating to my main

About this blog (let me know if you think there's any information or warnings missing from this pinned post!):

mostly shipping the characters w some rare rpf! if you dont wanna see that ever its okay to just block me, curate your experience <3

there is hermitship, empireshship and trafficship here

Polyhermits and multishipping enthusiast

Im very self judgemental so this blog is a ticking bomb and could be deleted at any moment

Feel free to send asks! If its a bit too weird or makes me uncomfy ill evade w a joke instead of ignoring lol

Requests are ok too! Just can't promise anything on making 'em

U can dm me but be patient, im bad at interacting and get nervous sry

Pls dont out my main mcyt blog and vice versa if someone doesnt already know, let them find out for themselves idk

Dont use my art as profile pic or header

I dont do NSFW, the furthest you will see me get here is lime on the citrus scale (PG-13) and rarely so

But i DO make and reblog nsfw jokes

⚠WARNING⚠ there will be shipping of most if not all hermits and emperors in this blog, im aware from the google doc by actual-hermit-boundaries (outdated as of jan 2024) that this is breaking some boundaries if anyone wants me to tag these characters specifically please do tell, ill do my best to assist anyone trying to avoid these posts in a way that’s best for everyone involved!

Every original post will be properly tagged, if i miss anything lmk in the ask box

I dont really tag reblogs, just art sry

Dont send to or tag any of the cc's in my posts (i will block you) but that should go without saying

Dream stans do not interact!

Standard DNI criteria:

Yk dont interact if you're racist, pedo/MAP, queerphobic, TERF, ableist, aphobic, thinspo blog, porn blog, truther, etc

~Might edit this post to add or remove stuff as time goes by~

[curious-menace]

Any riddler u want x depressed male SO with bad ptsd (help i need serotonin and ur content is So Good)

aww bb. im sorry youre not doin so good rn. you know im always here for u <3

i think i will do arkham riddler and maybe blacklight riddler since they also canonically have PTSD, i feel like they would be able to empathise. 

read more for mentions of mental illness and abuse 

Arkham Riddler

He could write a 5 page essay on how trauma has fucked him up, without actually admitting he’s been fucked up . He’s pissy no one seems to take PTSD in men seriously unless its from combat. You both have been told to “man up” and get over it. Cheers neurotypical, thats helpful.

riddler has never been diagnosed with PTSD but even if he had, he’s not going to admit he’s got it. then you roll around and he’s like “oh shit it me.” when he sees you struggle. He’s still not even trying to get help but you help him understand so much more. 

Riddler has an eidetic memory. Everything seems like a flashback to him at times. he understands you cant always control it. for his sake and yours he tries his best to keep his hideouts 

he has a lot of stuff around to help with dissociation lying around. heavy blankets, tangle toys textured surfaces, sometimes lil sweets , snacks or food just to have one of your senses engaged  and hopefully ground you. 

he really struggles to control his fits of anger at times. but, he knows how triggering this is for you so he’s doing his best to just take himself away when he feels it coming on. You seem to have a 6th sense for his tantrums and depending on your headspace, can either remove yourself from the situation or try and comfort him through it. 

he hates to see you lie under your depression. in his narcissism riddled mind, he really thinks he can help cure you. but seeing you just lie there in bed not wanting to exist mostly discourages him from taking up chemistry and pharmacy to make you any experimental mood drugs. He’ll probably just bring you some coco and sit with you while it passes. 

he cant help, not really, he doesnt have the capacity. but at least if youre in a pit of misery you dont have to be alone.

Blacklight riddler

i guess you could call him a little more proactive in his approach to your ailments. He knew you were suffering when you two got together so right from the get go he had things in place to try and make you a little more comfortable. 

He’s got trauma but he’s done his stint in therapy. he takes his meds and his problems are mostly managed. Because of this he knows what you're going through, what you will have to go through to get to the other side of this. he wont dare compare traumas or recovery, that's not fair on anyone, but at the very least he’s going to empathise with what happened to you. 

now, Edward is not an angry man. Perhaps when he was younger, less in control of himself sure, he was prone to being easily angered. but if there’s one thing in life thats still going to make him see red its when people minimise male childhood abuse survivors. do they not realise that LITERALLY kills people??? how many men have suffered and even died because they were shamed or discouraged from seeking help?! he doesnt like murder, he doesnt want to upset or traumatise you further but like....just say the word and he’ll seal a bitch in an oubliette. 

his apartment his a sort of safe zone. like theres no noise, no smells  comfort foods and easy access to therapists and doctors. the building itself is basically a fortress with a deadbolt door that would make batman jealous. good for someone trying to avoid triggers , feel safe and as a bunker for the zombie apocalypse. 

listen, he gets recovery isnt linear. if you wana lie spend a day in a depression pit he’ll leave you be, maybe come lie besides you if you want him to so you dont have to suffer alone. but please dont mistake this for him trying to push you too hard. he’s just doing what he wishes someone would do for him, he had to climb out of the hole with no one to give him a hand and he wouldn't wish that on anyone. 

but that being said he’s not going to just let you waste away. he will cook for you if you cant, brush your hair and your teeth if you don't have the energy. he’ll even give you a bath if you haven't showered in a while. of course, he wont force this on you, he knows to respect your boundaries.  but he wants you to know the option is there, he’ll do anything for you to make you feel even a little better. you’re in this together 

i hope this sparks the joy, love. its rough all over and i wish i could give you a proper hug. maybe when this is all over we will. i know things are tough right now but it will get better. dont forget how far youve come, even only in the time we’ve been friends. im always proud of you 💙

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im aways game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

[oftheredmoon]

my abuser abused me. after 10 years i broke my silence and told my childhood friend. i didnt want justice or anything bc i didnt want to destroy my family, i just wanted to confide in my closest friend. she immediately ran around town and told everyone. 2 years later, i found out random people knew about my trauma and were threatening my abuser as well as on the verge of involving my family. so i lied. and said i lied about the abuse. a lot of people in town hate me. ex-childhood friend hates me and victimizes herself; everyone takes her side. my abuser hates me and rather than be grateful that i took one for the team (since we both know what he did) he uses it against me. tells me he hates me because “you know what you did” on party chat in front of the handful of people who still speak to me.

i can never confide in anyone about this due to cultural reasons. i’m stuck living in a looped hell. people think im some mentally ill wacko who went off the deep end and tried to drag innocent people down with me. i dont do drugs. i dont drink. i dont have an escape. i dont have friends anymore. suicide is not an option. confiding in people is no longer an option. coping mechanisms dont work anymore. self-harm never worked and just made me feel stupid. moving out/running away is not an option. therapy didnt help, neither did meds.

i think the most painful thing is the blatant fact that i will never truly be happy.

i’m expected to get married and have children. i want to get married and have children. but how am i supposed to let my husband lay a finger on me without screaming and crying? how am i supposed to explain that the reason i breakdown everytime he compliments me is because nobody has ever paid attention to me before? how am i supposed to be a good wife and have a good job when im completely talentless and stupid because i spent my whole childhood in a locked room neglected? how am i supposed to a healthy partner when the very thought of him becoming slightly annoyed with me or ignoring me is enough to send me into a psychotic breakdown? how am i supposed to explain why im so mentally ill? why i have psychosis, ptsd, depression, anxiety, adhd, and borderline personality disorder. why im constantly dissociating. how am i supposed to explain why im so physically ill? my heart, my blood sugar, my ulcers, the migraines, the potential cysts, crohns disease, the fact that i can hardly eat without throwing up, the fact that my body has dealt with so much stress that its already giving up at 20 years old. i could keep going, but i wont.

its getting hard to feel anything anymore. i’m no longer in touch with reality. when i try to think about myself my appearance, my name and all the things that once defined me do not come up. im hardly human at this point. i wake up, eat, stare at the wall for 8 hours, eat again, maybe do some homework, and play xbox for a few hours before my abuser inevitably makes a comment and i get triggered and leave before i breakdown in front of everyone.

“just tell ur future husband!!” cant, its not that simple, im not from the west.

“find a supportive/understanding man!!” see above plus: no man is going to put up with a complete emotional trainwreck who can hardly function: thats a receipe for creating a cheater.

“find a friend group that your abuser doesnt hang out with!!” cant, everyone hates me, this friend group is the most successful one ive ever had, im scared of making new bonds, theyll all leave eventually.

“make online friends!!” i have very negative experiences with online friends, id rather not.

“seek professional help!!” already tried, didnt work, they would call the cops if they knew half the shit that happened to me, therapy is not the solution to everything.

“why did u say u lied in the first place...?” bc my abuser going to jail/being confronted by all of this wouldve destroyed my family. i couldnt let that happen.

“why did u expect ur abuser to be understanding and grateful..? they’re an abuser lol...” bc after the whole thing blew up and everyone hated me, we had a mutual agreement and understanding to make it water under the bridge in order to protect our family. guess i was wrong to think he cared about them.

“what do u want me to say then lol... ur not willing to help urself” i cant help myself. “my hands are tied” is the biggest understatement of the century.

this post is not to find my cure. i didnt make this post because i want people in my dms showing me that they’re concerned.

if ur concerned about me harming myself, dont be. you have my 100% guarantee that i will not self-harm or attempt suicide. i gave up on that years ago.

this post is to vent.

this post is for people who are in similar situations as me. people who cant find a way out. people who cant turn to escapes such as drugs. people who protect their abuser whether out of love or for the sake of others.

you’re not the only one. i understand. i know. its hard. you’re drowning. no one will grab your hand no matter how much you reach out. in the rare cases that someone does come you pull away. you’ve lost the best years of your life to trauma and mental illness. it feels like theres no point. nothing helps. nothing works. you’re practically a zombie. you often trigger yourself to cope. you just want the pain to end. you dont want to feel anymore. you want to feel something. you dont want to remember. you want to be loved. you want a sign that you belong here. you want to enjoy life. you want to die. you’re afraid of living but you’re afraid of death.

i’m so sorry you’re hurt. i hope you find peace and salvation in a safe manner. i hope you heal and enjoy life to the fullest.

dont really know how to end this. i hope we’ll all be okay. i hope everyone whos been traumatized can find peace on earth. i hope breathing can start to feel a little easier. sorry this is so long. take care of yourselves.

[thai-with-booty]

Ok, so I dont normally send asks or dm's. I kind of hang out on a more voyeristic level. Lek, you are in my top 5 favorite tumblr's of all time. That being said, introducing "husband" to the mix was icing on the cake! I'm not sure I can explain it correctly but, somehow being a couple's blog with both points of view made everything more exciting! It's not just a pretty girl turning on guys... it's more like a couple showing the tumblr world how they get down! I hope it becomes a regular thing.

Thank you so much, I dont think my husbands comments or anything will be more than a rare one off, I dont really want this to be a couples blog in truth as I think its unfair for followers who would want to be speaking to me and be unsure of who they are speaking too. I find most couple blogs ive come across tend to be the man playing both roles but up to them.

For me I like to try new ideas and things with what I post photos, as well as other ideas. My husband is aware of my blog but doesnt have access to it, he doesnt even have the password to it, though at the same time it isnt a secret and he would be welcomed to look if he wanted. The asks was I just figured no one has ever asked his opinion on things so I put it out there and received a few asks which then I got him to answer and I posted.

Im always open to idea and happy to keep my followers keen and pleased so ill let u know if there are any more ideas. For now though I hope u will be happy just to speak with me :)

[horrorlesbion]

hi, srry, i tried to send you the link to the post again but it looks like it didnt go through. (it was a post comparing daisy to fitz, and i thought it seemed similar to how people would compare daisy to ward, but wasnt sure if it was just cause ive seen so much daisy hate after season 5, so i wanted a 2nd opinion). im not sure how i can send the link, but if i figure it out ill try again. srry for the confusion, thank u for being so nice :-D

ohhh yeah in that case tumblr probably ate it! usually you can get away with sending them if you put multiple spaces between the dots so tumblr doesnt recognise its a url. you could also dm it to me i promise i don't bite! but from what you're saying i'm gonna have to agree because quite frankly any post that tries to equate daisy and shitz is daisy hate at this point because he's shit and literally on the verge of becoming a nazi 80% of the time.

[wintaer-bear]

Gladiolus (M) Ch. 1

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Genre/ Rating: smut and fluff/ mature (18+) Word Count: 3.8k ***WARNING: mature themes (daddy kink), strip/bar/club!AU Summary: Being the girlfriend of a club owner sounds like fun. Free booze, free parties, free company. But none of that matters at the end of the night when the lights turn on and he comes home smelling like the life of the party.

11:12 PM.

Just another three hours until bar close, followed by sixty minutes of closing hour. Then half an hour to clear out the stragglers. Cleaning up will take at least another 90 minutes. A twenty-three minute drive home.

Namjoon has developed a habit in counting down the seconds in the moments he’s away from you. The man loves nothing more than crawling into your shared sheets at sunrise to wake you with morning kisses and breakfast he has picked up along the way. Your day starts early, by the time he’s done showering you with love and affection, you’re in a rush to redress in more appropriate undergarments and work attire. He’s left to clean up the scattered breakfast that never quite seem to make it into your stomachs, but fills him up entirely. If he’s not drunk on your love, his stomach is full with butterflies you hatch as you kiss his cheek goodbye in your white coat. God, he loves you in that white coat.

In his mind, Namjoon already has you bent over and on the brink of ecstasy. You have formally forgiven him for this morning’s trivial spat that began over “not squeezing the toothpaste correctly” (it’s from the bottom up, by the way) and his left hand is holding your waist steady while his right is entangled in your hair as it pushes your moaning breath further into the pillow with each pounding action of his thick hips. His lips visit the back of your shoulder in a wet reward for taking him in so well. Each touch elicits a guttural sound between your exasperated pants, a muffled vibration that seems to resemble his name.

“Joonie, Joon-ah.”

At least, that’s what he hopes it’ll be like when he returns home this upcoming morning.

Namjoon had to leave in the middle of the discourse, leaving it unresolved and to sink in as he made his way to work. It was just toothpaste for Christ sake. Nothing to get so worked up about. He hated leaving you in an angry mess, but try as he might, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of such angst much less anything to hold onto with such resentful conviction. He figures it’s another one of your shared and misguided arguments brought on by stress that will blow over by the time he gets home. You’ve always been one to take on more than you can handle and Namjoon’s own mind has be preoccupied searching for the next best step for the club.

Namjoon takes a look around his office, music threatening against his door, reminding him of the company he has to entertain tonight. He takes a final glance at his phone, his last message left on read, breathes a heavy sigh of sobriety, and returns to the fancy limbo of his own creation.

[8:15 PM] Namjoon: Goodnight princess. Daddy will see you when he get’s home. {read}

The smell of hookah and alcohol is mesmerizing, nostalgic if he wasn’t exposed to it three nights a week. It reminds him of a time when he looked forward to the blacked out nights and the youthfulness it instilled; a time when he was on the other side, enjoying the booze and spending money he didn’t have. Now he was the owner, the boss kicking out drunks and allowing pretty, high-end tails in at his discretion.

The club is in its normal state, busy and hectic. There’s a bachelor party going on that is obviously more for the friends than the groom-to-be. Namjoon chuckles under his breathe as he recognizes the loudest one as Jackson, a companion you made during one of your rotations.

“Namjoon! My man!” He drunkenly shouts, calling Namjoon over with hands. “Come down a drink with us! I’d say it’s on us, but it’s your house, so I guess it’s on you.” The blonde haired man’s words come out slurred as he downs a double shot of rum and whisks is eyes to the stage where one of Namjoon’s dancer’s has just began her show. “Wow, she’s a hottie. Look at her hips move.”

“Yeah, that’s Rose,” Namjoon replied, unfazed by the dancer’s movements. “She’s got a slot open if you want to surprise your friend. I’d book her soon though. She sells out quick.”

“Who? For Jaehyung? Nah,” Jackson laughs hysterically at the thought. “That boy is too in love with his fiancee to even look at anyone else. Coming here was his idea, but when he got here all he wanted was booze and lobster. Said the other girls made him cringe.”

Namjoon glances past beside Jackson. The groom to be is working his way through the lobster tail in one hand and clinging onto his beer is the other, oblivious to lustful looks surrounding him. “Sounds like a solid man to me,” Namjoon chuckles. “You enjoy yourself Jackson. If anyone tries to give you trouble, just let me know. I’ll be hovering around here somewhere.”

“Get you a man who has your back!” Jackson calls after the leaving body. “Oh, wait! Let’s take a picture for Y/N! She still doesn’t believe I do anything more than hold babies and scream.”

Namjoon laughs at the thought. The number of times you’ve come home exhausted from Jackson’s overwhelming enthusiasm and energy is well over a dozen and now he could see why.

[11:29 PM] Y/N: [image.jpg] so jackson, an actual angel on earth, the purest form of innocence, can come to 148, but i, your queen of the bedsheets, cannot? what kind of sexism is this??? {unread}

[11:45 PM] Y/N: fine. ignore me. ill just sulk. {unread}

[11:45 PM] Y/N: and think about how you DONT squeeze toothpaste correctly {unread}

[11:46 PM] Y/N: yes, im still mad about that {unread}

[12:09 AM ] Y/N: why is jackson sending me pictures of you behind the bar? {unread}

[12:18 AM] Y/N: [image.jpg] get that smug little smirk off your face {unread}

You know Jackson doesn’t mean anything harm by his texts. He captions every picture with something silly like “get you a man who can bop bottles” or “he’s so daddy.” The golden boy honestly thinks his snapshots and updates are hilarious. Like you, he doesn’t get out much, the rawness of the hospital hours weighing him down.

The last picture he sent was a blurred picture of two bodies, one leaning over the bar to whisper something into the other’s ear. Even with the blur of lights and pixels, you could tell it was Namjoon. He hunched over the bar with a grin on his face as the female covered her lips to his ear.

[12:22 AM] Y/N: istg kim namjoon if you dont stop flirting up a storm ill strangle you myself {unread}

Dramatic. You know. You were supposed to be an adult, a professional, but somehow everything and anything Namjoon did made you turn into an overdramatic high schooler.

The weekends were always the same. They’re the only two days of rest before the start of another hectic work week. You want nothing more but to spend those dwindling hours snug in your living room watching some cheesy disney princess movie with Namjoon, but your evenings are cute short when he has to return to Club 148 to supervise his venue. You’d never tell him, but it’s a jab at your ego and feeds your insecurities to watch him dress in his best suits and be surrounded by beautiful and adorned women who respond to his beck and call. It just didn’t feel right to ask him to quit running the club when he had built it from the ground up to feed your dreams in the first place.

One more hour. Just another hour until bar close.

Time couldn’t past by fast enough. Namjoon removed himself from behind the bar, and poured himself a scotch. He doesn’t normally drink on the job, but what started as normal night, had somehow turned into a stampede of parties and drunks ordering up the bar. His three bartenders couldn’t keep up, and Namjoon saved his own ass by hopping behind the bar to take a couple of orders himself.

He doesn’t know how Seokjin does it. Seokjin will chat up his customers, pour shots, get them to spill their life story, turn attention to the next customer mid-through, and still get tipped 20% minimum. Namjoon had a hard enough time hearing the orders let alone keeping the orders straight and receiving any tip at all. The number of times he prepared the wrong drink was enough to fill three empty bottles of wholesale liquor.

“Good looking out chief,” Seokjin waved to his employer as he returned to the safety of his confines. His office was located on the second floor, and overlooked the bar and entryway. The tall one-way mirrors made it look like just another hall of reflective glass to the unsuspecting customers, but made it all the easier to keep track of his club.

Namjoon pulls out his phone, aware of all the buzzing that went on whilst behind the bar.

He figures it’s spam from the club’s SNS, last minute questions about tonight's theme, but lets out a breathe of adoration at the realization of the mass texts you’ve been sending in your group chat. He reads each text in the tone he’s sure you sent them in.

[12:47 AM] Namjoon: I love you too baby :))) bt maybe next time can u dm me so Reuel doesnt have to read our messages? {read}

Namjoon made sure to double check that he was sending the message directly to you and not the group chat.

[12:48 AM] Y/N: how about next time you DONT flirt with the pretty girl buying drinks?? {read}

Namjoon laughs at your response. It’s hard to take your petty jealousy seriously when he was so obviously in smitten with you.

Namjoon adores you. He counts down the minutes until he can return home to you. He brings you breakfast in bed. He kisses the stretch marks on your stomach, on your thighs, on your ass. He loves every part of you, and if it wasn’t blatantly obvious to the girls he pouring drinks for that he wasn’t interested, Namjoon figured they weren’t bright enough for a thorough explanation anyway.

[12:48 AM] Namjoon: How about i squeeze from the bottom instead? :) {read}

[12:49 AM] Y/N: not my bottom. {read}

You read right through his message, clear of his intentions. No way was he going to get out of this fight with dirty talk… again.

[12:49 AM] Y/N: not even if you asked nicely. {read}

[12:50 AM] Namjoon: We’ll see ;) How’s my little baby? {read}

[12:50 AM] Y/N: fine. sleeping. bye. {read}

Namjoon let out a chuckle at your last text. You’re obviously upset at him but he can’t help but think of the cute expression you make as you roll your eyes at his antics.

The rest of the night pasts by in a blur. Namjoon continues to make rounds of his club, making sure all his employees remain compliant with his philosophy. He doesn’t like to blend the pleasures of work and play and when his employees are on the clock, he expects strict mannerisms of work.

Jungkook has been caught being a little too frisky during his private dances, and although Namjoon hates to demote him to a bouncer, it hopes it reinforces the seriousness of his law. Ideally Namjoon would  have let the boy go, but he has developed a soft spot for the misguided adolescent; a story Namjoon has seen too often ignored rather than helped.

The rounds aren’t just for his employees, but for his customers too. Interacting with the high bidders and gold membership owners help build his network and rapport. Though Namjoon may look like a insouciant club owner, he’s a businessman at his core. Namjoon is always looking for ways to raise Club 148’s profits and improve the stability of his volatile business. Night clubs are common in his area, and each is in competition to outcompete one another. He’s at a particular disadvantage due to his strict rules of pleasure, something most of his employees respect him for boy clients see different.

By the time the last straggler exits the building, Namjoon is wiped. The constant inbetween regulations and customers has him dizzy and ready for bed. It takes his crew just as long as he predicted to clean the mess left from the events of the night.

“Good work tonight everyone,” he thanks his crew as he does at the end of each night.

The drive home is always his favorite. A realm of calm in the typically busy streets. He gets a chance to recollect all his thoughts and a he drives into the sunrise, and he thanks the heavens for another day he gets to return to you.

Normally, Namjoon comes home and takes a shower. You don’t drink or smoke, so the scents of Namjoon’s club makes your empty stomach do flips, but this early morning is different. He crawls into bed with scents from last night’s shift.

It’s Sunday, the only day the two of you get to spend the entire 24 hours together. There is no evening rush to get to his club, and no early morning on-call duty. Sunday is your day, so why does he smell like Saturday?

“Babe, go shower,” you mumble, words weak in your sleep. “You smell like cigarettes and poison.”

“I figured it out,” he says sleekly, ignoring your request. “I thought about it all night and on my drive home. I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“You’re a planner,” he continues and presses a kiss upon your forehead. “You’ve always been a planner.” This kiss splayed on your nose. “I’m not a planner.” Your lips. “I do things as they come,” his lips are now on your collarbone, tracing their way back up your neck.

“But I’ll squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom from now on.”

You chuckle beside him as his lips press against yours. “Oh, so you think that’s asking nicely?”

“Wasn’t asking” he smirks, feeding his hands the skin of your thighs as he brings your legs to wrap around his waist. His gaze is intent on yours.

Your lips find Namjoon’s for the first time tonight and he takes it as a notion of approval. Almost immediately, he moves his palms from your outer thighs to the curve of your ass and lays kisses on your breasts. You moan at his light and gentle touches and gasps his name as he tighten his grip on your buttocks, pressing you into his groin. “God, I love your ass.”

You can feel his hardening cock rubbing against your core as he pulls you on top of him. You’re sweating, panting, wanting.

“Did my baby miss me while I was away?” He gives a slap tap to your ass.

You bite your lip at his teasing and nod, confirming your pleasure. Namjoon loves to taunt you. It’s the sole reason you’re rushing out the door five minutes later than you should be every morning for your shift. He loves the moaning mess he makes of you as he kisses your core and the begging you succumb to when you’re impatient for a good fuck.

“Bend over for me sweetheart, let Daddy see.”

You do as he commands, quick to position yourself on all fours. Namjoon replays the fantasy he had of you earlier, a moaning tool as he gripped your waist. His dick twitches at the thought. He can’t wait to enter you, but not before you’re pleading for relief.

“So wet,” he moans, teasing your tight pussy with his fingers. He runs his drenched finger along your slit. “Stick it out for me, baby. Show me how pretty your pussy is.”

He meets your core in the air with his tongue, tracing circles around you clit. The air and muscle cool along your entrance. You want him.

“Please Daddy,” you beg. “Don’t tease me.”

He groans, restraining himself from entering you all at once. “You’ve got to show me first, sweetheart. Show me how hungry your pussy is.”

As if on cue, your Kegel muscles begin to involute on their own, twitching at his beck and call. You imagine every inch of him inside you, pounding into you until you’re sore.

“That’s it. That my hot baby. Call daddy’s cock with your pussy.”

Your ass begins to dance in the air, taunting him to enter you. You can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your cheeks as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“Joonie,” you moan in ecstasy. “Please. Ugh. Just. Ugh. Fuck. Me.” Your voice comes out in sporadic gasps as he shoves his third finger in you and searches for your spot. His excitement unveiled as he too gives out a moan from your pelvic muscles squeezing around his fingers.

“Damn baby, arch your back. I think your pussy is ready for me.”

Namjoon extends his free hand down the small of your back, pushing your frame deeper into the mattress. He loves seeing you in this position, your ass is curved and high, hiding your tight cunt that’s begging to be fucked. He pumps a wet kiss on the highest curve of your ass, warning you of his entrance.

An exchange of moans reverberate through the room, echoing down the halls as Namjoon enters you. He’s not gentle. He allows gasps of breath exit his mouth, as he chants your name, praising your cunt. “So fucking tight.”

Namjoon doesn’t let up his thrusts even when he feels your walls caving in. “Ungh,” he groans. “That’s it baby. Squeeze my dick.”

You’re exhausted, your cunt erratically twitching from cumming a second time.

“Look at those cheeks bounce. God, I love this ass.” He gives another slap to your ass, watching as your booty jiggles on his dick.

“Come in me Daddy. Fill me up.” Your voice is begging, frail and honest.

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. You know I want to.”

As long as the two of you have been together, very rarely do you let Namjoon come in you. He loves it, the thrill of releasing himself in you as you convulse around his cock but you’ve come wary of the consequences.

“Please Daddy,” you beg, giving one final squeeze around his cock. “I want to feel you cum.”

Namjoon gives a few erratic pumps before he feels sweet ecstasy releasing from the tip of his swollen cock and traverse to his knees. His body falls to the bed, dragging yours with him as he braces his arm as your pillow. He tosses his trousers from the night before on the ground and fixes himself in his briefs. You straighten out your own nightgown as your snuggle into his chest.

“She was just a customer, you know?” He laughs, turning his body to face you. “And I meant it when I said I’d squeeze from the bottom.” His hands jiggle the base of your exposed cheeks.

“Still hate her,” you replied, giving him a peck on his cheeks. “And good, you can start by-”

“Daddy?” A small and angelic voice interrupts. Namjoon brings his attention to the little girl walking towards your bed, her yellow bear in hand as she yawns and rubs her sleepy eyes open. “I knew I heard mommy calling your name.”

“Good morning Princess.” Namjoon is quick to feet, relinquishing you from his warmth and transferring it to the little doe-eyed doll who looks just like you. He picks her up as gentle as you would a infant. “Who’s this new guy? Your prince?” Namjoon directs his finger to the stuffed toy at her side.

“No. Daddy is my prince. He’s my beast, see?” She shoves the bear in her awestruck father’s face and bellows a growl with all her might. The sweetest roar he ever did hear.

“Daddy can’t be your prince little baby. I’m mommy’s prince. And she’s my queen.” The girl frowns in his arms and looks at you on the bed before whispering something in the smiling man’s ear.

“But she said she’d strangle you.”

“I didn’t mean it, Reuel. Mommy was just a tiny weeny upset at Daddy.” You mutter, rising from the bed.

“But I read it on my tablet!”

Namjoon gives you a triumphant smile. He and Reuel always tag team you. “I meant to say,” you breathe, exasperated at your four-year old’s reading comprehension, she must have got that from her dad. “I’m going to strangle him with love. So much love. So much love Daddy is going to-”

“I’m hungry,” the mini-you cut you off (again), turning her head to her father. “Let’s go make breakfast downstairs daddy.”

“That’s a good idea,” Namjoon agreed, smiling at you as he placed little Reuel’s feet to the floor. “Mommy has a mess to clean up.”

Sunday’s are supposed to be your day, family day. But Reuel and Namjoon make it Reuel and Namjoon day with their behavior exclusive exchange of whispers and secrets. It hard for you to even get a kiss from Namjoon when she’s all over Namjoon’s shoulders during “princess movie time” and holding his attention while you make trips into the city. He’s obviously the favorite parent, but that doesn’t discourage you from fawning for her attention as much as you do for Namjoon’s.

“Come on Reuel, let’s go get some ice cream. One for you, one for me, and one for daddy.”

“How about I go with Daddy and you wait here?” She points to the bench and drags her father’s hand along in the direction of the dessert parlor.

You face is visibly hurt, distorted by the easiness your daughter dismisses you when her father is around.

“She’s just like you, you know?” Namjoon smiles, licking your ice cream. “Looks like you, talks like you, gets jealous like you.”

You jerk your ice cream away from him, glaring at him with your beady eyes. “Sounds like a double win to me.”

A/N: this is part of the Appease (strip/bar/club!AU) Series. yee.

[vosebin-blog]

AAAHHHH *insert my longest yeah boy ever here* HOWDY i’m sophie, the writer for this cute lady here. i haven’t....watched twin peaks cause im lame but i did grow up watching the twilight zone and i think true detective is in the same vein of concept of dark and creepy so!! all about having a good time here my friends🍸✨🍸 

u know the drill: plots and tldr after the jump, app jic, stats.  send me a dm if u wanna brainstorm or give this a like and ill get to u asap! xoxo

26 y.o muhan native that had moved to seoul for college, then work. "day" job was an accountant and its only v recently that she revealed herself 2 be the ~mysterious~ writer thatd been topping the bookseller lists w her rlly icky nasty writing

to make it easy, if u want to get a good idea of her content, think gillian flynn and crank that up by 10. writing is also quite similar: blunt, unapologetic, meant 2 make u uncomfortable. cults. religious mania. murder. unpleasant women for characters galore. wrote 3 books: scratch marks, hunger of the woods, split wide

also y no one would have guessed that a face like hers wouldve written about shit so unnerving + horror / mystery genre dominated by male writers!!

has been accused over the yrs for misogyny and misandry thats apparently “present” in her work. if u bring this up to her she will probably laugh u out of town 

only had 1 press conference, and that was 2 announce a sudden retirement + reveal her identity ( tho its rlly an.....indefinite hiatus but anyway ) and thats really that for seoul

but to those at muhan, shes probably just known as the girl who returned right when her mothers gone missing. coincidence??? i think not

except theyre not entirely wrong lol but with how carefree and relaxed shes been theres been a certain reputation thats been tacked onto her since game start

which she fully embraces, stereotype by stereotype, bcus its funny. creepy writer aesthetics? shes got it buddy, from the rickety rocking chair on the front porch near the mouth of the woods 2 that anne sexton ~flair~ for storytelling. 

keeps a pleasant exterior, but lmao the bitch vibes r thereeeee 200%. nice to talk to, but not a nice person i can promise u that. maybe makes up for it a little for being self aware and not being fake about it???

if u were in highschool wit her or were of acquaintance, then u most likely got a taste of it loool. was that 1 friend ( frenemy?? enemy??? ) who held nothing back, insults or otherwise

real reason y shes back here is only to pay back wtv huge ass debt mama accumulated and ran away from....but no one knows that except those friendly debt collectors thatve been coming around lately. shes working on it, but the bigger issue is having to face the demons of living in ur childhood home where youve left buried in the yard till now

long story short: sebin and mom had an extremely, extremely dysfunctional relationship. complicated history of envy, hatred, emotional abuse, vicious fights, gaslighting, understanding and family love. ultimately shit happens when ur left as a single mom banished to the side of the woods and have 2 give up everything to raise a kid u didnt even want. its not pretty, its not cute but its the 1 thing that shes known to be real all her life and it means something. writing ( obscured as it may be ) has helped her deal with it and in a way, its almost confessional. she hasnt disclosed any of this with anybody and doesnt plan to

given that, shes turned out ok?? as in, she kind of embraces the person shes been shaped into rather than reeling from shame

pet peeve is when ppl think they have her ~all figured out~ to which shes like.....ok....its not that deep lmao pls kindly fuck off sherlock holmes

should probably add that mom ran a little apothecary that raked in a decent amount of money but not enough. sebin just recently sold it 

thinks church is pointless, isnt all that aware of the cult but would prob think its stupid as fuck too. someone, be it god or satan or anyone else, pls save her...or dont LOL

dresses all ~casual chic~ ankle boots, lightwashed jeans, loose dress shirts. lotsa cute scarves

drinks too much. smokes too much. its a problem but she dont think so

find her @ the casino playing bridge or at college being a guest lecturer when shes not chilling at her house 

some plots / prompts

someone to have clever banter with

fan or admirer of her work that wont pipe the fuck down or relax and kinda makes sebin snap

bible thumpers who think shes a disgrace to the ~esteemed~ image of her mom

cult members who think that she’d be a good addition to their crew

mutual sexual ~tension~ or the classic will they wont they with a twist

her writing hit hard @ something rlly personal and it makes u rlly uncomfortable and u rlly just cant feel easy around her as a result

friends, exes, frenemies, classmates, childhood playmates

u thought her mom was an absolute darling and got along with her well so when sebin comes along and sells her shit right after the lady’s disappeared it strikes a nerve

someone shes met in seoul and / or uni

sebin just highkey scares u and she gets a kick out of messing witchu

let me show you my darker half, and i’ll show you mine. intense. honest. maybe even a little frightening. not so idle conversation late at night

u try to hit on her but shes just not gonna let u in so easy buddy

rainy night and u need somewhere to stay so u come by her house

‘why do u have.....all those knives........and guns.......and taxidermy......’