#might buy a tablet soon

[hiddencarpet]

If i were to open up comissions again soon, would anyone be interested in commissioning anything from me this year?

[melkstudio]

Hello everyone!

The month is over and you know what else? I met my goal for the month. Technically I didn't get to the solo scenes per se, but we're getting there, I just have to ignore my self doubt and power through (also get a decent night's sleep, my cat certainly hasn't let me).

During April patrons will get a small update to the alpha which should be roughly 10k of new content. If things go well during April, there might be another update during May!

The goal for April is to finish chapter 2 or be VERY close to finishing it (which will require a lot of editing). After the solo scenes there is a combat scene, which are a bit difficult for me to write, so if I start slowing down it might be when I get there.

My main obstacle is that a) I'm getting restless because I'm understimulated, so it's hard to focus on writing. And b) I'm doubting my own writing again. Fortunately, I think I'm at a stage in my life where I know how to overcome those things (for a. indulge in special interests. For b. Keep going.)

Even if no one is really reading, I'll probably keep writing, even if just for myself. I've come too far to stop now.

Anyway, have a nice month! I probably won't be able to write much next week (holy week means no days off for me, yay! 🥲), but I'll try.

[laurentdirosetti]

"Support character" [part 2]

{Idia Shroud x gn/MC}

Tags: playing videogames together, competitive, bet, smut...

Idia’s room was just like you imagined it would be, an otaku’s room —books scattered on the floor, open boxes in every corner, merchandising from different animes and games, posters on the walls… Also, the air in the room is really heavy, why is it so hot in here? Is it because of the computer or- 

MC: ARE YOU ALRIGHT? 

His hair was bright red, redder than when we were in the storage room, and not only the color was hot red, but the temperature too. 

Idia: so-sorry, this is the first time a girl has entered my room (anyone other than Ortho or me for that matter).

That was the issue, haha… now I’m nervous too. I should do something to break the ice in this situation, or rather cooler the temperature. I think I recognised one of his figurines on that shelf… 

MC: Isn’t that Ruri-chan from “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl”?

I was staring right at Ruri-chan when I asked him, so it was a surprise when I turned around to look at his face and saw his expression. For a few seconds the time stopped and he gave me a death stare. Why is he so scary all of a sudden? Did I mispronounce her name? Impossible, I’ve been watching that series since I came to this world, mostly because it was the only serotonin I could find after nearly dying over a kid’s tantrum. 

Idia: you know Ruri-chan?

Maybe because you were nearly as introverted as Idia or because you were nervous, the only answer you could find to his suddenly cold attitude was that this was the beginning of the typical “man interrogation over a common interest to prove your authenticity as a fan”. So before he could start making you questions about the show, you blow out all the lore of the series. 

Idia’s face was as rigid as a rock until you finished your monologue on Ruri-chan’s journey. You stopped talking to catch a breath when he grabbed you by the shoulders and suddenly snapped.

Idia:  ARE YOU TELLING ME THERE WAS ANOTHER OTAKU IN THE ACADEMY AND I DISCOVER IT NOW? Why did it take you so long to talk to me? How is it possible that I didn’t know about this before? I mean, I have control over all the technology and internet connection here. I should’ve been notified if a student was watching anime, how is it possible I didn’t know about you till now? What did you do? What kind of firewall did you use?

MC: I just watched it on Ramshackle’s TV…

Idia: ah… that explains everything, that TV probably doesn’t even have an HDMI port, let alone Internet… 

MC: Idia… my shoulders are starting to hurt.

He sure is strong, it's hard to tell by those baggy clothes he's always wearing. He instantly opened his hands to let me go as soon as he heard me. He looked troubled he might have hurted me. 

MC: don’t worry, I may not have “mana”, but my HP is full.

He couldn’t help but smile at my dumb -almost cringe- comparison. I think my “break the ice” mission was successful. Idia is very expressive, he snapped from nervous, to surprised, to confused, to happy in the the blink of an eye. I wish he stopped using that floating tablet of his to attend classes so I could see more of his expressions. 

As soon as he released me he went to pick something from his wardrobe, a pair of controls apparently. The controls in my world were less complex than this ones. Idia handed me one of them and I began to study the buttons. It would be a lie to tell I knew how to grab it, clown music is playing inside my head. I wanted to play videogames with him, but truth be told I don’t have money to fix Rammshackle’s sink let alone buy a videogame or a console. 

Idia saw my troubled grin and step towards me, shadowing my entire persona. 

Idia: Is there a problem? You don’t like the color or something? Is it the brand?

MC: well, you see, the thing is… 

This is gonna be so embarassing. First, I ran into problems trying to defend him against nothing, cause he wasn’t even hearing those jerks. Second, I made him hide with me in the storage room and now I have to tell him I wanted to play videogames with him but didn’t even think about the possibility of the controls being different from my world. Defeated, I lower my head to evade his soon to be inquisitive gaze. 

MC: …I don’t know how to use these controls, they are different from the ones in my world.

Silence was so loud I couldn’t take it anymore and looked up. He was trying so hard not to burst out laughing at me his cheeks were red and his jaw was so tense I could see his neck muscles contracting. Finally, he let out a little pfft and grabbed his mouth and chin with his hand, pressing his cheek with his index.

Idia: I’m sorry but, you went through all that trouble to play together and you don’t even know how? Cute.

Lucky for me I don’t have magical hair that turns red when I'm flustered, but I’m sure it’s not hard to guess just by looking at my face. 

Idia: don’t worry, guess I’ll have to teach you as I did with my little brother, come here.

He sat on a visible comfortable plush sofa, big enough for him to open his leg and ask me to sit between them. Funny, when we were in the storage room he was so nervous and now he openly asks me to sit on top of him, hasn’t he noticed?

Dumbfounded, I did as he requested and sat on the gap between his thighs, creating a space between us as a way to surpass the embarrassment. Unfazed, he glued his chest to my back and slipped his hands around my body. As if I was walking on thin ice, I slowly rested my arms on top of his. Then he moved his hands on top of mine on the controller, guiding my fingers on top of the buttons. My ears were bright red as I could feel his breathing chilling my neck, whispering a slow pace explanation on how to use the controller. His fingers moved mine slowly over the buttons, his hair fell as a cascade over my shoulders sliding between my legs. I don’t know what is happening and I would swear neither does he. He’s so focused on explaining the lore of the game and controls he hasn’t realized the hot mess he got cuddled beneath him.

Idia: Did you get that?

He asked, suddenly making me snap out of my cloud. Even though it was difficult, for many reasons, I caught a glimpse of his monologue while trying to survive my ocean of hormones. 

MC: Well… It seems quite complicated to be honest. Maybe I can understand it better once I play the game. 

Idia: Great, let’s play. I’ll connect the other controller so we can multi-play this. 

The controller was right next to us, already plunged, so he didn’t move an inch and his arm were still surrounding me. The soundtrack of the game started playing and far too late I realized he meant to play in this position, basically cuddling each other, with our arms tangled, his body temperature on me and his breathing on my neck. We haven’t even started, but I can tell I already lost. 

Unfortunately for him, after playing for nearly an hour, I tried my best to give him a hard time beating me. I lost all the matches anyway, but at least I could hear his groans all along, echoing in my ears. 

Idia: SO much for being a snob, you are tougher than you look. But rest assured, I would never let a newbie beat me at my favorite game. Ortho has tried many times and I should give him a pass -you know the whole “Idia let your little brother win once”- but as a weeb I have a reputation yk. 

That smirk on his face… he’s sure full of himself. I have almost grasped the dynamics of this game, maybe I could beat him. I’m a pretty competitive person and that arrogance only ignites something dark in me, something stupid. 

MC: I bet I can ruin that reputation of yours in our next round.

Idia: Are YOU implying YOU can win? LMFAO, if delulu was a sport you'd have a gold medal. If you beat me on this round I’ll be your chair or whatever -not that it’s even a possibility.

MC: Do you mean I can ask you anything if I win? It’s this one of those anime situations in which the winner can order the loser around the whole day? 

Idia: Yeah, that kind of shoujo stuff. Afraid?

MC: Mmn… Well, you’re already quite the comfortable chair.

That came out of nowhere, but I decided to keep my cool and rested my weight on his chest even more, looking up at his melted honey eyes now widening from sudden embarrassment. His peachy cheeks are so cute. Plan complete: this may be considered cheating but the only way to win is to distract him and by the discontrolled beating of his heart reverberating on my back I can tell it already worked. 

We began playing, in the game we were two characters fighting each other in a 2D horizontal landscape. I didn’t learn all the combos, but I mastered the parries and evasions, so it was nearly impossible for him to even scratch me. He was focused on attacking while I was determined on defending, a never ending match it seemed.  In real life it was the other way around, I continued non-stop “attacking” him while he tried his best to “defend” himself. Each time I evaded one of his attacks my butt moved against his lower body. From the corner of my eye I enjoyed his leg contraction at every “unintended” pound I gave him. After almost an hour of playing him, and the game, his breath was a mess, he was trembling all over and his dick was rock hard between my ass cheeks. My intention was to win the game, but I’m not quite disappointed with the actual development of the situation. I could take this as a win already.

Then I felt a thrust, his body rested on top of mine and I swear I can almost tell his longitude just by the pressure on my lower back. He snapped, his fingers were moving so fast on the buttons I had to make an effort to see them, he left me no chance to defend myself neither in the game or reality. As my character fell to the ground completely defeated, my head stumped on the floor as his hands pressed my shoulders to the ground.

Face to face, among the darkness of his room I could only differentiate two golden orbs and his face lightly illuminated by the gentle blue of his hair. 

Idia: I won.

My whole belly was on the palm of his hand as he slowly lifted my shirt all the way up, until he grabbed my neck under the clothes. 

MC: Wh-what are you doing?

Idia: I won, so the loser must do whatever the winner demands, right?

MC: Bu-but you haven’t say anything yet.

Idia: Oh, then I want the loser to fix my joystick. 

What? Oh…

As I stupidly tried to understand that I noticed his hard-on pressuring my lower belly, near to my intimacy. 

Idia: you see, a certain snob player broke it mid-play. Any idea on how to fix it?

He completely snapped, I almost can’t recognize him. Where is the shy boy I was messing with? The situation has escalated more than I would have imagined, but this doesn’t put me off in the slightest. Seeing Idia all hot and bothered surely is rare enough and I want to push that dominant side of him a bit more.

MC: maybe… It just needs some cleaning?

I questioned opening my mouth and letting out my tongue. His sigh was filled with excitement and anticipation, I could catch him bitting his lips for a moment.

He moved his knees to the sides of my head and lowered his zip and trousers. My eyes, now more used to the low illumination of the room, enjoyed the view of his thighs, pale as porcelain. He looks so fragile and slim, or that was my line of thinking until he uncovered his dick. Hard, veiny and leaking precum on top of my forehead; the length was the size of my face. This was going to hurt.

I accepted my destiny and kept my mouth open for him to enter mercilessly. But, that wasn’t the case. At a slow pace he started going down on my mouth, he filled my cavity with just the tip and almost the middle of his length. Then, he took my chin in his hand and caressed my cheek, pressing it on his dick and slowly massaging it from outside. I didn’t know what to do with my tongue so I tried to lick his dick and press it more against my cheek. His eyes glittered from a moment and he let out a soft chuckle. 

Idia: seems you’re really eager to clean it, babe. But this much won’t do I’m afraid, you need to get it all wet enough.

Instantly, he continued letting down his hips  until all his dick was in my mouth and throat. He was so deep in me my lower lip was touching his balls. Strange enough, this wasn’t as painful as I imagined it to be, I wonder how can my throat be twitching around him and I’m so calm? Maybe, his sweet expressions are keeping me from gagging. His mouth is a little open, from this angle I can only see his tongue moving above his pointy teeth. His eyes are locked in my throat, probably a bulge has formed, his fault after all. He’s been so long in this position I could possibly draw his dick by having it inside me. 

When I thought he would start moving, his balls twitched against my lip and his cum flooded my mouth non-stop. When he released everything in me he fastly got up, letting me catch a breath. He cumed so much there were lines of cum running down my cheeks to the ground. I coughed a little after drinking all.

When I sat on the floor and looked up I could feel his gaze contemplating my whole display, heavy breathing and a surprised expression.

MC: that was fast. 

Idia: I endured playing in hard mode, literally, a few minutes ago. Thank me I didn't finish by just seeing your ahegao face. Also …you didn’t need to drink that.

MC: I told you I would clean it. 

Idia: quite the awful job, It's all sticky and twitching, maybe you can clean it better down here…

To be continued...

Part 1

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism Boys (+ Taehoon + Wangguk) being ill + YOU looking after them hc

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Johan Seong, Seong Taehoon, Han Wangguk

Gun Park

He is self-sufficient to the core.

Does not need any looking after.

You offer to run out and buy medicine? No need, he is stocked better than a pharmacy.

Reminders to hydrate? He's had 2 litres already and it's not even midday.

You don't need to tell him to rest, his body is his temple and he takes the utmost care.

Some homemade food though? Oh. Well. You can't buy homemade.

Him lying all fever brained on your lap as you watch TV or whatever? That's not so bad neither.

You running a bath for him? Thanks. That's thoughtful.

Huh, he thinks maybe it's not so bad relying on someone other than himself.

Goo Kim

Clingy and fussy-

But you knew that already, being his partner.

Treats you as his hot water bottle one moment, the next will kick you away saying he's too warm.

He expects to be babied, and he expects your full attention. So please drop everything and tend to him now.

If you could also run your fingers through his hair and let him lie on you for the next few hours, that would also be great.

And if you can put his favourite show on that would also be appreciated.

You trying to watch something else once he's sleeping? No chance. He is wide awake and pouting at you.

At least he will give you the same treatment when you're ill.

Samuel Seo

Samuel is not ill.

How dare you imply he is in anything but peak physical condition

That's not a cough, that's not a sniffle, and he is not flushed.

There's something wrong with the thermometer, he is fine.

Nothing is wrong with his voice (as he slowly loses it through the day...)

Will take a lot of persuading and convincing to rest up

"Yes, there will be other people to pick up your work. And no, it's not a personal slight to say that you are sick."

You have to pry his laptop and tablet and phone from his fingers.

Of course, that's easy. His strength is waning in his current state.

"Shhh Sammy, go to bed." Tuck him in. lay next to him, pet his hair.

He'll soon be napping next to you, holding you tight.

Jake Kim

Also complete denial at first.

He is the head of Big Deal, he cannot be sick.

That SINU! sneeze is not a front. That is actually how he sneezes.

Phelgm and snot everywhere. It's pretty repulsive to be honest.

After one too many sneezes, and everyone flinching the hell away from him, Jerry carries him home to you.

Wants to be babied, wants to be fussed, wants your complete attention.

Goes about it in a slightly less obnoxious way, but he's so adorable, even trying to give you a wink in his current state so you can't say no.

Pads around the home following you, blanket wrapped around him, tissue shoved up his nose.

Might as well give up whatever you're doing and tend to your boyfriend.

But Jake would absolutely do the same for you.

Vin Jin

This fucking guy-

Demanding and a little shit.

If you let him, he would take absolute full advantage.

Would run you in circles doing things for him.

"Y/N I want some water, Y/N where's my medicine, Y/N I need some chocolate, Y/N I need a burger." "What?? Shouldn't you eat something.. healthier?" "No babe, the body wants what it wants."

Will flop all over you, lying on your lap, your chest. Partly because he finds you comforting, partly because he's a little asshole.

"Sing me a lullaby" "Uh... ok." You sing. "Actually, no shut up babe you sound like shit."

Once he falls asleep, his breath laboured and cheeks flushed, you can't help but think ok, he's pretty cute. Only when unconscious though.

Will still keep his sunglasses on the whole time. "Just in case someone ambushes me." "WHO?!"

Johan Seong

Way too ill and low in energy to put up any of his usual defenses. Will revert back to a little meow meow.

You are absolutely not allowed out of sight.

In fact, you are not allowed out of arm's reach.

Will cling to you like a koala, that is a fact.

Actually, you might as well all stay in bed, Eden and Miro included because you are guaranteed to not get anything done.

Even cooking is only a possibility. Hopefully you have all medicine stocked, and some decent, cheap, healthy take-outs nearby.

Because if Johan wakes up from his nap and you're not there, he will be sulking for a year straight.

The only excuse?

"Johan, I need to walk Eden and Miro." grumble grumble "Ok... but be back quick?"

Seong Taehoon

The grumpiest babygirl you have ever seen.

It's a goddamn good job you love him because my god, this guy!

Equal parts bad-tempered and clingy

A bit like how he usually is, to be honest, but turned up to the MAX.

Go away, you're crowding him one second, he's all up in your face wanting cuddles the next.

And the fact that he's not allowed to train?

Good lord, don't anger it further. It's not like he's in any fit state to train anyway but he will still be fuming about it.

No Taekwondo, no arcade. He might as well just DIE.

At least he's still got his other favourite thing - you. This placates him a little.

Han Wangguk

Wangguk does not get sick, Wangguk is the caretaker.

Other people get ill and he looks after them.

"No, seriously, Wangguk. You're burning up. Go back to bed!"

Needs a lot of goading to actually rest. Even then, he doesn't fully rest.

He keeps a watchful eye over you, just in case you need him.

After he gets used to it? Absolutely loves it.

You making some food for him, grabbing him medicine, gentle cuddles, forehead smooches, even taking care of Gyeoul?!

He really could get used to this.

Is a puddle, constantly leaning on you and wanting to be close.

After this, he always enjoys being ill. Only a tad. It's a way for him to be spoilt guilt-free by you.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Kitties as wild as nature

The jabberwock ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Notes: I have been thinking, would Lyca also be a cat or should he be a puppy?

Haru

He is a red Abyssinian cat with an almost strikingly unnatural bright colour.

He has a darker colored leg that he doesn't put too much weight on and he seems to react nicely when you massage it slowly.

He has a favorite toy that you got him when he was a kitten in your first shopping spree with him, a small bunny-like creature that you named ‘peekaboo’.

He is so insistent on being outside as soon as you allow him to go as late as allowed, running around and around chasing leaves and bugs and bringing his little friend along. If he doesn't get his 3 hours minimum of outside time he acts so nervously pacing around the house.

Cares so much about little creatures like his peekaboo and any other stuffie that he can carry on his mouth that he adopted baby Ren the same day he came, always licking him clean and dragging him around to show him some bug in the backyard.

Even though cats sleep more than twelve hours he is always zooming around rearranging leaves, herding groups of similar cat toys that he makes Towa ‘supervise’ or dragging Ren back out after he escaped and hid under the sofa. All of this he does always accompanied by his favorite baby, peekaboo.

At night for being such a responsible kitty cat and taking care of the house he gets a tiny cup of catnip tea to relax a bit before sleeping.

Towa

Given he was a stray you doubt he is truly any race of cat but he looks a lot like a ragdoll cat, his hair fully white and some beautiful blue eyes (they almost look lilac under the sunlight)

He was originally a stray but for some reason soon after Haru came he started hanging around your house enough for you to say he is yours.

He is either hanging around Haru or fucking around God knows where, it isn't strange for him to disappear.

The quietest cat ever?? You have never seen him meow when serving food or playing, even then he does make himself known, rubbing himself on you and purring a ton. You do think he might be who meows horribly loud at night but whenever you check there is nobody there.

He seems to like eating flowers better than his kibble or wet food. Even you asked the vet and she ran tests the best she could give you was ‘he probably just likes the taste, I wouldn't worry too much about it’

He is quite a cuddly cat with both you and Haru, but for some reason he detests the little kitten, striking him whenever Haru isn't looking or dragging him away from your lap to lay in his place.

Sometimes whenever Haru licks Ren he might start licking him and it's like a little grooming ball

Ren

An exotic shorthair kitten that was too disobedient his owner considered him untrainable and gave him to you.

The only one of the bunch who doesn't look out the window, doesn't want to go out, will not even step on a blade of grass. At least on his own volition, he doesn't have much choice when Haru drags him to watch a caterpillar.

The baby snuggles up to you under your blankets, plushies and pillows as he purrs softly between your legs.

Please buy him one of those cat beds that look like a shark, he loves watching marine biology documentals from there

Whenever you use electronics like TV or tablets he will be hanging by your shoulder and might paw at it like the fruit ninja cat. That is the closest thing to playing he does.

Maybe he absorbs Haru's need of sleep because he is always sleeping or dozing off under the sunlight, even the vet was worried but it seems he is just really lazy

Unluckily, Haru can slip under the wardrobe and your bed so he is never safe. He even has a knack for knowing when he is relaxed enough to take him off guard and strike giving him to fighting chance

[xxshadowcasterxx]

Please Help Me Raise Money

Hey everyone, it's Shadow.

As you might know, my home life is rocky and currently I'm not in the healthiest environment. My parent recently smashed my tablet, destroying any safe and private way for me to talk to friends, family, or for me to write, draw, or listen to music safely.

I have a Gofundme that is aiming to raise enough cash for me to buy myself an IPod (small, I know) so that I can Safely be able to talk to others and pursue the things I love Safely.

If you can, please donate, as any small bit of money helps. Otherwise, please reblog or share this elsewhere. I need as much help as I can get.

Thank you all so much, and hopefully I can reach out again soon.

-Shadow

[pupkashi]

we all know gojo satoru will do anything and everything he can to distract you from studying and getting things done because he wants you all to himself and you haven’t given him a kiss in hours (5 minutes) and he feels like he’s gonna die soon (he’s a little hungry) and he wants to spend his dying moments with you (he’s gonna go buy your favorite takeout)

you eventually cave when you reach a good stopping point, grateful that your lover has a meal ready for you because you’d forgotten to eat and he just can’t afford to have you die on him because he doesn’t know how he’d survive without you by his side

but what about gojo satoru who is surprisingly strict when you have an exam coming up and you’re doing everything in your power to procrastinate studying

“toru let’s watch that movie you wanted to watch!” you’d smile brightly, shoving aside your laptop and laying on his chest, “go watch your lectures instead and then I’ll think about it,” he’d reply, handing you your laptop once more, a smile on his face.

“you wanna go for a walk? i hear the weathers great right now” your attempt of escaping studying was quickly ruined by a clap of thunder and the sound of pouring rain. gojo only smiled as he pointed back to your study materials.

gojo satoru who knows exactly how to get you to study even when you don’t want to.

“if you finish at least half of what you wanted to do today, I’ll cook us some dinner and we can put on the show we’re watching together, deal?” his snowy hair tickled the tip of your nose as he leaned in a little closer to you. the smell of his cologne overpowering your senses as you closed your eyes and hummed in agreement, your lips meeting his softly.

satoru pulled away before you could even attempt at escalating the kiss, pressing quick kiss to your forehead and leaving you to do work. only interrupting to bring you water or snacks, telling you how great you were doing and how proud he was of you.

before you knew it satoru was telling you it was time for dinner and you’d done much more than the half you’d agreed on, smiling and gushing to your lover at how productive you were.

gojo satoru who always makes sure you have everything you need to study, buying you candles, highlighters and any other thing you might need to study (he bought you a tablet after you mentioned it in passing once, you did amazing that semester and he’s convinced it was the tablet)

he’ll always give you the extra push you need to go study and work hard, but he’s also there to tell you to take a break, to not stress out and enjoy a day off because you work so hard

he’s there to help you relax and assure you that even if you don’t study today, you have a couple more days left and you can get everything down in time. he’s there to hold you in his arms when you’re scared you did terrible on an exam, he’s there to kiss your tears away when you feel underprepared.

he’s there with sweets and your favorite show after you get home from an exam you feel you didn’t do well on. satoru is always making sure you know that you know you’ll be okay, that you’re still making him proud

gojo satoru who is always your #1 supporter, making sure you turned in every assignment and going out of his way to make sure you knew how proud he was of you, even when you didn’t wanna study, even when you failed a test, and especially when you graduate

[pjsk-headcanons]

VERY project-y headcanons from yours truly ⭐️ anon

-Kanade has eczema on her hands and a sun allergy

-she struggles with finding a hand cream that actually works for her and so she has half empty, just opened and a few empty bottles and tubes of all sorts of hand creams and lotions

-Emu doodles all over herself

-you give this girl a pen and her entire arm and legs will soon be covered in spirals and geometric shapes and squiggles, even chibi doodles of her friends and classmates

-it helps her focus

-all of Nene‘s gaming consoles, her laptop, tablet and phone case are covered in stickers

-most of them are fan merch she bought online

-Nene also buys and commissions fan art from her favorite artists

-Tsukasa has a key chain that has TONS of charms on it

-the charms were either gifts from his friends or siblings, some are souvenirs from travels, others just things he likes but each one of them has a meaning and he holds them all close to his heart

-The number of keys on the key chain: two.

-Tsukasa has also tried setting up a reminder system on his phone

-he got two points down and. Forgot what else he doesn’t want to forget about

Mafukasa platonic online friends stuff:

-neither of them knows that the other is their online friend

-Mafuyu introduced Tsukasa to many new music artists

-they are both ado fans

-Mafuyu also introduced Cavetown to Tsukasa who then sent some of the songs to Toya, thinking he might enjoy them, and Toya in turn sent them to Akito

-now Akito listens to Cavetown when he sleeps

-⭐️

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[sykloni]

Are you going to continue updating the Sky Picrew with Days Of Nature done and Days Of Color coming soon?

Yeah, I will. I'm not planning to abandon it or anything :)

I actually left a short note in the description of the Picrew in case someone was wondering where/why I disappeared!

The SD card, that holds basically all of my digital art including all the files for the picrew, decided to stop working on my tablet sometime ago. I don't actually know yet if the issue is in the SD card or in my tablet. The card opens just fine on PC, so it might be my (quite old) android tablet. If the issue is not my tablet I could just buy a new SD card and move everything to there, but first I should figure out which one is the problem. I just haven't had energy to deal with it... 😅

If the issue is my tablet, then well idk... 🫠 I'm sure I'm gonna figure out something.

[slowdivinqs]

Holding On

Summary: Joel’s injury induced fever causes him to have strange dreams. Ellie mourns for a man she’ll never meet and what he lost

Rating: NOT explicit, fine for everyone to read.

Warnings: Angst. So much angst. Mourning. Thoughts of children passing. Bittersweet memories. Joel’s wound is described. General sadness, my bad.

Word Count: 1,200

A/N: my first ever fic!! ahhh!! I hope I encapsulated what I was thinking correctly haha. This is a little cliche, a little dramatic, but who cares? I’ve had wayyy too much sleep paralysis lately, so I thought I’d play around with similar dreaming scenarios

Note: this fic does follow the game version’s story line ( Joel is unconscious for the whole period of his injury ) and character descriptions ( Sarah )

credits to @ cafekitsune for the dividers!

He can smell smoke outside. Something comforting, he reckons. His eyes are closed, but he’s awake.

Inhaling once more, he determines that his neighbors must be having a barbecue. They could use some spice though, with whatever they’re cooking. His eyes are still closed - the floaty feeling of being in and out of sleeping making him feel nauseous. There’s a breeze from the window, chilling him far more than it should. He should get up and close it, but he feels too tired, worn down from that client who keeps changing his damn mind about what varnish he wants on the desk.

A few minutes of more drifting, thinking about nothing in particular. Kaity’s party on saturday, after Sarah finishes kindergarten. It’s on his calendar, he’ll remember that. Need to buy milk and bananas, give ma a call. Tommy’s birthday next week, need to confirm with the guy ‘bout those Harley’s.

He feels a pressure on his chest. Blinking awake, and being partially blinded by the late afternoon sun shining through the curtains, he looks down and sees soft locks of golden hair, glowing in the rays. Chubby cheeks and hazel eyes that mirror his own. He smiles softly. There you are, sunshine. He aims to say it out loud, but no sound comes.

Sarah settles her head against his chest. She’s so tiny, still.His little girl, his baby, his whole entire world. He peeks down to find her curled up on him, cuddling against him the way he would hold her when she was an infant, when skin to skin contact was the only thing that would make her stop crying. He missed those naps, he’s happy that she still wants to cuddle with him most nights. He’s not strong enough to insist upon her sleeping in her own bed like big girls do.

His eyes slip closed again, the weight of her a comforting pressure that calms his anxieties as soon as he feels it. The steady rhythm of her breathing, up and down, a comfort to him when she was just born, and now.

He wants to play with her hair, feel the silky strands against his calloused hands, smooth his thumb over her baby-soft cheeks and pinch her little nose so he can hear those giggles, but his body is still so damn tired. What’s up with that? he wonders, but doesn’t fret for too long. Sarah’s breathing lulling him to sleep better than any white noise or tablet could.

It’s cold and there’s a pain in his side. Sarah must’ve kicked him in her sleep. He needs to shut the damn window, Sarah’s going to get sick at this rate. Where’s the damn blanket? He blinks awake groggily to find Sarah gone. Missing that pressure on his chest.

Where’d she go? Who’s watching her? She’s not gonna sleep tonight at this rate.

Goddamnit he needs to get up.

“Sarah!” he calls weakly, his voice hoarse and his throat sore. “C’mon honey, where’d you go? You’re goin’ t’get hurt by yourself!”

He still feels like he’s in between being asleep and awake, it’s nauseating. “Sarah!” he calls again, trying to move his body with all his might, unable to do anything but stare at the window, the sun now set, dusk settling in.

Ellie rubs her eyes tiredly, yawning silently to herself as she sits up.

“Ow, my ass…” she grumbles. The hard concrete of the basement is definitely not the best place she’s slept in. Glancing behind her, she studies Joel’s face as she stretches her back. He looks fine, grumpy as usual, which is less worrying than when his face was totally relaxed. He’s shivering, but there’s sweat gathering on his forehead.

“Shit.” Ellie mumbles, gently lifting the thin blanket and moving Joel’s jacket away. His face pinches at this,

“I know it’s cold, give me two seconds Joel.” she mutters to herself quietly. The wound looks bad. Fuck. Her first aid teacher would not be impressed at all.

There’s puss forming, and she knows that’s never a good sign. Her shitty stitch job closed the wound at least, there’s not much more she can do for now but pour little batches of whiskey she found in the house’s cellar over the cut and hope for the best, pulling her t-shirt back over him and reapplying the duck tape.

“S…”

Her head shoots to the side at the tiny sound, pausing mid action, trying to silence everything - even her heart beat as she holds her breath - so she can hear.

No sound comes and she deflates. Maybe he’s just breathing through his mouth and his teeth are whistling. Old people shit.

“Sar…ah.” he mumbles and Ellie stops in her tracks. She blinks a few times, layering him again slowly.

There’s a pinch behind her eyes. Combined stress, those people she killed at the mall, Riley, Henry and Sam, jumping into that damn helicopter, not knowing if Joels going to die or not. And now, this man that she’s grown to care for over these past few months, who’s saved her life more times than she can count. A father, calling out for his dead daughter when he’s fighting for his life on a cold basement floor.

Fat tears roll down her cheeks, blurring her vision as she tries to make sure Joel’s comfortable on the matress. Sniffles and heaving breaths as she mourns for someone she never met, a life Joel lived that he’ll probably never share. She thinks of that picture Maria showed her, shoved away in her backpack, that smiley girl with blonde hair, a smile from Joel that she can’t even imagine gracing his features. A baby, his baby. She can’t imagine that feeling, but she knows it’s more than enough to shatter a person forever, stomp them into tiny little pieces.

You don’t know what loss is.

She’s sure she doesn’t. Not compared to that. Hopefully she never will.

Still crying, for herself and for Joel : for the dad he was and a girl she never met, she lowers herself back down, laying her head on his chest like she was before and slings her arm around him.

She’s not giving up on him, she’s not gonna let him die. She’ll find medicine and food in the morning no matter what.

He hears Sarah crying downstairs, soft sniffles and hiccups.

Panic seeps into his bones.

Fuck, why can’t I move?! Goddamnit she needs me.

The wind is blowing stronger from outside. He’s so cold.

There’s a sharp pinch at his side and he hisses. He can feel something thin : a needle under his skin, for a moment.

Sarah’s still crying, her sobs are getting louder, distorting into some garbled sound that has his heart rate increasing, adrenaline and something stronger pumping through his veins.

He feels sticky, fuck, is that blood?

The sobs of pain and garbled noises are loud, right there. All he can see is her body, twelve years old now, gripping at his shirt while she screams and cries in pain.

He wakes with a start, blinking as he sees the cold, dark ceiling.

It all comes flooding back to him. The university, the Fireflies, those raiders - christ. Where’s Ellie?

He stands up on shaky legs, gripping his side before he calls out into the empty house.

“Ellie?!”

Where the hell did that girl go?

He makes his way up the stairs shakily, gripping the doorway before heading out the front door.

The snow blinds him, but he continues forward.

a/n : tysm for reading!! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

[velvetwyrms]

You’ve heard of Akatsuki Band!AUs, now get ready for the Akatsuki Marching Band AU!

They specialise in recreating (or creating) Techno & House music, essentially fulfilling the role of a DJ with only traditional instruments that have been around for hundreds of years.

I desperately want to draw this AU but for now, here's the edit I spent a painstaking hour researching and editing without a tablet:

This AU is based on the German marching band MEUTE, who I’m so hyperfixated right now, please bless your ears with their work:

PHENOMENAL music! Changed my brain chemistry. Here’s something I feel suits them a bit better though:

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk, this AU has been non-stop playing in my brain for days now. Enjoy the music, and if you’re interested, I’ll draw them traditionally, before I can buy a new tablet (could be like a month). Might even make a couple of extremely short animatic studies but no promises, I’ll be busy academically soon.

[fawnim]

Help me buy a new graphic tablet so I can continue making art and taking commissions! 🥹

My current tablet (XP-PEN Star G690) has been with me since I started digital art on June 2020, and its wire has been fraying for a while. I've been wrapping it with electrical tape for months now but it keeps getting worse no matter what I do.

I worry that soon it will give up on me and I will have to pause commissions indefinitely — which is my biggest concern. Currently, I am taking art commissions so that me and my mom could divide with paying the bills. Pausing commissions for a long while until I can get a new one is really not the best thing in our situation rn, and I might just need to stop making art 'till then :c

It would help me and my family so much if I could get a replacement. You can help and donate to me over on kofi. Thank you so much for your kindness. 🥹💗

decided to make a new/separate post because it got cut off from my reblog

[luna-writes-stuff]

Mercy, Castiel

Song link

Fanfic, gn! reader

Aftermath betrayal, hurt/comfort. S8! central

Word count: 2514

Tw: Not proofread. s8 centric, after Cas’ betrayal/Naomi. Mention of injuries/pain and slight descriptions of battle.

Summary: After Castiel escaped Heaven with the angel tablet, he finds his way back to you. Through initial anger and betrayal, you find out what really happened to him.

Buy me coffee/force me to write more

“Help me, I've fallen on the inside.

I tried to change the game.

I tried to infiltrate, but now I'm losing.”

He didn’t think it would end up here. All his time with Naomi had prepared him for this exact moment, but the aftermath was not at all what he expected.

You and Dean had followed Castiel for his search for the angel tablet. Something had been up with him for weeks now, but he was an angel after all. Perhaps this was just a mere miscommunication of sorts. He had always been distant and unclear on his intentions. But they always turned out for the best in the end. You had simply dismissed it, thinking he was simply dealing with a lot, especially concerning Heaven.

You and the Winchesters had discussed it multiple times, but Dean seemed the most wary. You still tried to see the best in every situation, especially concerning Cas. He wouldn’t betray you. Not after all that you had been through. He had promised to look out for you after the whole Leviathan thing. Angels wouldn’t break their promises, Castiel least of all.

But you were soon to discover how awfully wrong you were about that.

“Men in cloaks always seem to run the show.

Save me from the

Ghosts and shadows before they eat my soul.”

The second Castiel refused to hand the tablet to Dean, you knew something was wrong. You had tried to be calm about the situation, but with Dean’s temper and Castiel’s adamance, the problem got blown out of proportion. When Cas landed the first hit on the hunter, you immediately flew into action. Friend or not, you knew he could easily kill Dean if he wanted to. You hadn’t kept in mind that the exact same could happen to you.

Before you could even process it, a rough punch landed on your jaw, sending you to the ground with Dean. You could have taken his blows for hours, you lost track after you failed to get back up. The fear coursing through you had been so real and terrifying, you remembered the relief when Dean threw himself in front of you, shielding you from Castiel’s attacks. When the angel had raised his blade, Dean didn’t fight anymore. He just sat there, on his knees, directly in front of you. You didn’t have it in you to get back up.

But the blow never came. Instead, a Castiel spoke up, visibly snapping out of something. He apologized, claiming the tablet needed to be kept safe from people, including you. You didn’t register much of what happened after that, save from the fact that the pain within you seemed to suddenly fade, accompanied by a pleasant warmth. When you came back to your senses, Cas was gone, and you and Dean appeared completely fine.

“Mercy, mercy.

Show me mercy,

from the powers that be.”

The days after that were spent at the bunker, trying to process what had happened. Sam and Dean had immediately taken hunting back up, which hadn’t surprised you, but you hadn’t joined them.

You still couldn’t believe how easily Cas had betrayed you. As if it was nothing. Sure, he had shown remorse for his actions afterwards, but people usually don’t just disappear after an apology. You had tried to work out where Cas might have been, and where he had kept the angel tablet. It might have been safest in the hands of an angel, but considering his prior actions, you’d feel safer if it was with you in the bunker.

It wasn’t rare for you to spend full days and nights in the library researching. You’d return to bed late and wake up early. Though the Winchesters were often done, they weren’t blind to notice your change in behaviour and looks. You weren’t only tired - you looked it too. But you would shake off their concern every time the mentioned it.

“Show me mercy,

can someone rescue me?”

There were many days where you would fall asleep on top of your laptop or the books. Tonight had been one of those nights. You had been spending the entire day checking locations and biblical miracles for anything out of the ordinary, until it eventually became too much for you.

You proposed a short moment of peace. Closing your eyes for just ten minutes. But exhaustion seemed too apparent, and before you knew it, you had been knock-out. You woke up to a gentle hand on your shoulder, and the sharp smell of mint tea. Tearing your eyes opened, you yawned. Your eyes noticed the hand, before trailing up to meet that familiar face.

“Good morning.” “Cas?” You mumbled confused, squinting your eyes together to take a better look at him. He held a teacup in front of you, a small cloud of steam coming from the top of it. “I made you this.”

You merely stared at him, unsure of whether he was truly there or not. And if he was, what would he be offering you tea for? You hesitantly accepted the steaming cup before Dean entered the library. “What the hell are you doing here?” He grumbled angrily, roughly grabbing Cas’ sleeve and tugging him towards the war room. “Well, I-” “No, I told you to stay out of the library.” Dean interrupted, gaining a look from Sam, who stood up from his seat in the other room. He gave you an assuring smile as he noticed you were finally up.

“We found him on the road last night.” He shared as he walked up to you. “You found him on the road last night?” You repeated incredulously. “Yes,” Sam muttered, watching as Dean left the angel in the war room before storming off. “Listen, we need to check for something,” Sam shared. “Just, take your time to wake up.”

And with that, he had followed his brother.

“Absent gods and silent tyranny.

We're going under, hypnotized by another puppeteer.”

When the Winchesters had disappeared, your confused eyes ran back to Castiel’s figure, who had walked back up to you. “Hello,” He greeted gruffly. You blinked twice before finally coming to your senses: “Where the hell have you been?” “Biggerson’s.” He stated simply. You gaped at him at his answer, shaking your head. “You have been at Biggerson’s all this time?” “Yes.”

And with that, all earlier worry had suddenly disappeared.You had not been searching every corner of the Eart and web for him to hide in a fastfood restaurant. A scoff of frustration escaped you.

“I owe you an apology.” Cas began, but you dismissed him. “Forget it.” “No,” He denied. “You deserve an explanation.”

You were too tired to argue with him. Within the one minute span of now and you waking up, a lot had happened. It could have nearly given you whiplash. You sighed, sitting back down at the table before gesturing to the chair in front of you. Castiel understood the silent hint, sitting down on the appointed chair: “I wanted to get back to Heaven. I would only be allowed in if I helped Naomi. She made me fight you. Multiple times.”

You didn’t quite know what to say to that. Part of you wanted to be mad at him for betraying you and the Winchesters, but another part of you told you that you understood. He had known Heaven his entire life, which was an awful lot longer than you knew him, let alone even lived. Of course he’d want to get back to that. Castiel didn’t seem to notice your conflict - he simply continued speaking: “I have killed you and Dean countless times.” “Well, don’t gloat.” You mumbled.

“Something about it seemed so normal,”

“Wow,”

“As if I had been preparing for it all my life.”

“Can we stop talking about you killing me thousands of times?” You interrupted, holding your hands up, telling him to shut up.

“And tell me why the men in cloaks always have

To bring me down.

Running from the

Ghosts and shadows the world just disavows.”

“I don’t understand,” Castiel frowned. “I thought you wanted me to explain.” “Well, you’re making it sound as if it is your crowning achievement.” You filled in, cringing internally at the thought of Castiel killing you over and over again.

“My point is that I hated it. I couldn’t do it.”

And that was when the cold reality began to settle in. Part of you had tried to forget the whole ordeal, leaving the part of the angel blade out voluntarily. But when he spoke his last words, cold dread began to settle in. He wasn’t fighting you to keep you off of the angel tablet; it was his intention to end it. He was going to kill you.

You swallowed harshly, your heart suddenly beating really fast. This was something that Cas did notice.

“You were going to kill us?” You asked, your voice quivering slightly. “Yes,” He admitted. “I am thankful I didn’t.” “Yeah,” You breathed, squeezing your hands together in tight fists, trying to get rid of the new-found anxiety. “You’re not that good at apologies. This somehow made me feel worse.”

“Mercy, mercy.

Show me mercy,

from the powers that be.”

He halted, looking at you for a short moment, quietly observing you. You coughed under his gaze, averting his eyes on purpose. He noticed how you slightly shrank under his eyes. He also noticed how much he didn’t like it.

“I understand.” He spoke up. “You should know that I would never voluntarily harm you, let alone kill you. That was Naomi.” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “She…did something to me.” That piqued your interest. Though you definitely felt somewhat threated under his look, even as his eyes had softened, a spike of worry shot through you. “What did she do?” You asked cautiously.

The angel sighed heavily, laying his hands on the table as if he was about to tell the most captivating story ever. “Some torture device.” He spoke grimly. “It included sticking metal bars in my head.” “I’m sorry?” You squeeked out, your mouth falling open in shock.

“It included-” “No, I heard you the first time.” You quickly cut him off, shaking your head wildly.

“Show me mercy,

can someone rescue me?”

Castiel didn’t speak up. It was a hurtful notion, not because you didn’t like that he didn’t speak to you - it was because you couldn’t comfort him. Castiel wasn’t the best with words, nor comfort. Though he has adjusted significantly to mortal norms and habits in his time with you and the Winchesters, it was still extremely apparent that he had not been human at all. And how were you going to comfort a literal angel?

“Cas, I’m so sorry that happened to you.” You tried, your voice hesitant, almost afraid the speech would be dismissed by him quickly. So, when he nodded his head to you in gratitude, you were pleasantly surprised.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He added regardless. “No, but still,” You went on. “You don’t deserve that.”

He simply looked at you, causing a twinge of sympathy to run through you. Sure, what he did wasn’t okay, but you knew he was genuinely sorry. Your earlier discomfort had seemed to fade slowly, the hostility of the situation now showing that it was only you who had felt threatened in the situation. Castiel hadn’t meant to hurt, and you knew he was honest about that. Whatever he went through, wasn’t entirely his fault, even as majority still lay there.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

“Show me mercy.

Show me mercy, please.”

His voice shook you out of your thoughts, grounding you back to the bunker’s library. You offered him a polite nod, leaning back in your seat slightly. “How are you now?” You asked, a small amount of guilt creeping up on you as you realized the torture he has been through.

“The wound on my stomach isn’t completely healing yet.” He spoke in his usual deadpan voice, lifting up his blouse to show you the stab wound on his lower abdomen. You gasped at the sight, shooting out of your seat as you neared him.

“Oh, my god, what the hell happened to you?” You yelped, noting the way the wound didn’t look infected, but painful nonetheless. “The angels found me,” He explained. “Tortured me to get information out of me. It didn’t work.” “Holy shit,” You exhaled, creating a little more distance between you and the angel, minding to respect his personal space, even if he didn’t always return the gesture.”Are you alright?”

He looked down at the wound before lwoering his shirt again. “I will live.”

When that didn’t seem to satisfy you, he gave you a kurt smile. “I appreciate the concern.” “Yeah,” You mumbled. Then, he swallowed thickly, looking at you with silent remorse. “I cannot apologize enough for what I’ve done. If I could take it back, I would.” “I know.” You comforted.

“Thank you, Cas.”

“Help me, I've fallen on the inside.

And all the men in cloaks trying to devour my soul.”

“Dean doesn’t seem to give me time yet.” Cas audibly observed. “Yes, well,” You began to explain. “He’s Dean.”

He was right to not listen yet. Castiel, your friend who you’ve trusted for years now, had almost left you to die over a stupid relic. The thought stung, even after he revealed his own struggle on the matter. He was talking about lives on the line. Not his, your own.

“You did betray us.” You announced, sympathizing with Dean’s alleged words. “Cas, what you did stung. It’s a tough pill to swallow. I understand, but…” You trailed off, trying to find the right words, when - in truth - there were none. “I don’t think I’m ready to forgive just yet.” You admitted.

Cas’ face fell slightly upon the revelation, but he managed to cover it up relatively well. You couldn’t have seen it right away, but you noticed the change in his voice.

“I understand,”

“Show me mercy from the powers that be.

Show me mercy from the gutless and mean.”

You sighed at the sound. You were right not to forgive him, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. You walked back up to him again, hesitantly wrapping him in a hug. He loosely returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around you in silent comfort.

“Just,” You began, parting from him. “Don’t run off to somewhere right now, okay? Don’t need you to get tortured by angels again.”

Relief flooded his sense upon your words. Even though you hadn’t forgiven him, there was an understanding there. And for now, that would be enough for him. Yet, he wanted to be sure he had your permission: “You want me to stay?”

You shrugged, but couldn’t force the tiny smile off of your face. “If you wouldn’t mind.” “No,” He quickly stated. “Good.” You muttered.

“Good. You should stay.”

“Show me mercy from the killing machines.

Show me mercy, can someone rescue me?”

[vulpesverda]

I'm sure you were referring to my Kayn Making Food for the Group headcanons, but I think this would be more fun to do a headcanon post about the kinds of pranks he'd pull on all of the members. I'm also a menace who loves giving myself extra work, lmao

Prank Master Aphelios

Content: No Warnings 》 SFW 》 Alune Included

Requests: Currently Open

Masterlist

K'Sante

We all know about Aphelios replacing K'Sante's protein powder with flour, right? KNOWING this man eats that shit DRY? Evil. And I love it. On top of that, I like to imagine Phel changes the lock and homescreens on K'Sante's tablet to just... really weird shit. Obscure memes. Sometimes ones he's made himself. Ones he's made about K'Sante. How did he get the pass code. K'Sante doesn't know. K'Sante does not have the power to stop him. Someone help this man.

Sett

Pranking Sett is both so easy and so difficult. It's so easy to get a big emotional reaction out of him... but there are some pranks that will just fly right over his head. But I think Phel's favorite thing to do is gaslight this motherfucker. Tell him fake facts knowing that Sett is gonna repeat it later and look silly. And when Sett is like "Phel told me that! It's true!", Phel is like "I did not say that, where did you hear that".

Yone

You might be thinking, "If anyone were to be free of his shenanigans, it's got to be Yone, right?" And you would be correct. However, no one is free, and therefore Yone suffers. And by "suffers", I mean his cold brew is replaced with decaf. Yone notices. Immediately. He doesnt even have to taste it. He is not happy.

Yone is aware he can just go buy a cold brew, but its the principle of the thing. You don't fuck with a man's coffee, or his morning routine. But Yone can't prove anything, and his coffee is re-replaced as soon as he makes a stink about it, so.

Kayn

Kayn loves to dye his hair, canonically. And if he dyes his hair with any dye that comes in containers like the Arctic Fox hair dye, you bet Phel has intentionally switched around the colors. He bought sticker remover stuff so he could peel off the labels and switch them around undetected, so Kayn opens up his next bottle of pinkish purple dye and ends up with ultramarine or black or green and dumping it directly on his head.

Because let's be honest, I don't imagine Kayn would put that shit in a bowl and apply it with a brush. He's squeezing that bottle on his head and rubbing it in with his hands. And you're lucky if he's using gloves.

Ezreal

Ezreal is an easy one to prank. If Ez leaves his phone alone for even a SECOND, Aphelios is on that shit, hiding it away in his pocket or something so Ez is frantically looking for it. And then he puts it in a spot he KNOWS Ezreal knows he's looked. He gets a really big reaction out of it, too, which is what makes such a low effort prank so worth it. Minimal risk, big reward. If he's lucky, Ezreal might start whining.

Aphelios

Now, dear reader, you may be asking "Why is Aphelios on this list?". And the answer to that question lies in the fact that Aphelios is not even safe from himself. Particularly when he is drunk. I envision drunk Aphelios giggling to himself as he thinks "It would be really funny to piss off sober me", and doing something he knows is going to inconvenience him while hung over. Like rearranging his bedroom furniture in a way that doesn't make sense or is impractical. Or hiding the toilet paper so he has to do the shuffle of shame after his morning shit.

He is a menace, even to himself. I told you no one is free.

Alune

This is her brother. Her brother who loves her, but her brother nonetheless. He's perfected the art of the prank, and she was his unwilling test subject for many, many years. Anything you can think of, he's probably done it to her. There's nothing he can do that would surprise her, at this point. I think he enjoys stealing her hair ties and hiding them somewhere she can't reach. Or hiding all of the left socks in her matching pairs. Anything to inconvenience her just a little bit. And she knows this has the work of the Phae (Phel/Fae) written all over it.

》 ------ ◇ ------ 《

AN: God I love aphelios. End note.

[daceydeath]

A Working Proposal (part 1)

Pairings: Chan x Reader (each chapter will contain different pairings)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, sex contracts, swearing, unprotected sex (always be safe), creampie, vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving)

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

Chan arranged for you to come by his studio to finish going over the schedule and confirm the costuming for the next music video an shoot, which you knew from the get go was a ploy but you scheduled it into the official diary for the team so there would be no interruptions. He had told you after each of them had taken their time kissing you until your head was spinning that he would explain everything and you could make a proper decision then when you weren't getting groped, kissed and teased. You had to admit you had been pretty willing to continue your morning activities but you needed to be careful and as soon as your phone rang you stopped them quickly switched back into business mode, which amazed at least Minho and Chan who were impressed that you could switch from whimpering mess to politely capable manager in a second.

You arrived looking every bit the on track Artist Manager, tablet tucked under your arm and drinks in hand as you knocked and waited for Chan to let you in, which he did with an adorable grin on his face.

"Grab a seat and we can get started" he stepped aside keeping the charade in place until his door was closed and locked. You placed his drink on his desk and sat on his couch hoping that you didn't look too nervous.

"I'm not going to bite you" he joked smirking as he sat in his desk chair, licking your lips you shifted to sit more comfortably. "I thought you probably would like an explanation then you can ask anything you want if that's cool"

"Yeah that's probably a good way to start because I have no idea what I'm doing in this scenario" you admitted with a shy laugh as you looked him in the eye finally.

"Well our arrangement is whatever you are comfortable with mainly but it's to our advantage. We will meet up usually here for Bin, Han or me and the dance studio for the others, but since you're on staff you can easily meet us at the dorms too, we have sex and then we go on like everything is normal while we work. It's not a daily thing it's not even necessarily a weekly thing it's just when we need it" Chan explained slowly trying to make it as easy to follow as possible "We won't be paying you for this, you aren't a hooker, but some of will probably buy you things if you let us and we will always look out for you make sure your safe"

"Alright, is it all eight of you or just the six from this morning?" Your voice sounded a little breathy but you knew Chan wasn't going to judge you for it.

"Seungmin and Jeongin don't often join in, but they might want to once they know it's you, and of course if it is alright with you" Chan smiled affectionately.

"So I can choose who and how? As long as I agree to it, that is a very open ended deal Chan, what happens if I say no?" you asked slightly skeptically.

"We are never going to force you to do anything, if you show up and are happy to just make out with us, let us touch you that can be enough, but if you start saying no too often we will end the arrangement because you obviously aren't interested anymore" Chan reassured you moving to sit beside you on the couch and taking you hand in his.

"Will there be other arrangements going on at the same time?"

"Never, it is one at a time to prevent any sort of mess. There have only been four before you three of them were other idols and one was another staffer. We will ask you to sign a contract saying that you will never talk about what happened between" Chan sighed softly shifting a little closer to you.

"If we stop it goes back to how it was? I get to stay on the team?" you whispered as you realised how close you now were his hot breath fanning across your skin.

"Uhuh we're not letting you go, you're too good to us already" Chan murmured against your lips before once again pulling you into a head spinning kiss, his plump lips sliding against yours softly allowing you time to pull away, when your hand moved up his arm towards his shoulder his kiss turned fiery pulling you to him roughly to place you in his lap your hands instantly finding themselves in his hair pulling it gently. Chan groaned into your mouth as you slipped your tongue between his lips and fought for dominance with his only to lose as he pulled you harshly down against the hard on staining in his jeans.

"Fuck Chan" you gasped pulling away from his lips "Wait it's still working hours" you moaned as he kissed and nipped at your neck.

"Sorry, you're right, got too excited" he laughed airily stilling his movements allowing you to climb off his lap. "We still haven't worked out which of us your happy to do this with or what you want for your safety" he panted grinning widely

"Oh um all of you and safety?" you panted trying to calm yourself down and clear your head.

"Do you want us wearing condoms? are you on birth control? are you happy with us just pulling out?" Chan chuckled at your dazed expression as you tried to get your breathing back to normal.

"I have an implant, if you guys are all clean then I don't mind if you use condoms or not" You blinked feeling more cautious about what this was all going to mean for everyone.

"Did you want to start slow? you said you weren't too experienced so we don't want to overwhelm you" Chan smiled seductively at you making you long for him all over again.

"Yes that would be good" you nodded feeling like a deer in headlights under his heated gaze.

"Come to the our dorm tonight about 9 it will be just you and me" Chan reached forward to cup your face.

"What about whoever it was you had last night?" you blurted out without meaning to watching Chan's eyes dim slightly at the mention of the whole thing.

"We ended it after you left. I didn't want her and she never made it to the dance room because Felix freaked out after he thought he had hurt you" Chan murmured "We joined the boys in the studio to help calm Felix down and decided that it would be a good time to ask you if you wanted to join instead" He sighed gently trying to make sure you understand and you do if you agree to see Chan later tonight it's official they get to do what they want with you, when they want as long as it won't interfere with work.

"I can do 9" you whisper staring into his eyes hoping he knows how much you want this even if it's only a short thing.

"Here take this with you now and bring it with you tonight baby" Chan smirks again standing up and pulling an envelope from his bag on the floor beside his desk. "And whatever I needed to sign off on to get you here is fine"

You smile shyly in return and go to leave his studio your meeting time now over and your phone already buzzing with incoming messages and schedule information. Chan followed you the few steps to the door stopping to kiss you softly as he unlocked the door for you allowing you to leave and return to work as though you hadn't just been in his lap being kissed senseless only ten minutes earlier. Walking down the hallway you smiled sweetly as you passed Changbin and Han who both notice the envelope grasped in your hand behind your tablet as you flicked between messages their eyebrows raising in interest but not saying a word.

You opened the dance studio door and slid onto the couch pretending not to notice the glances between the boys and then at the envelope still in your hands the only people who didn't seem to notice it were the manager that you had joined on the couch and Seungmin and Jeongin who were trying to follow Minho's instructions as he counted through the eight beats of arm movements slowly for them.

"I just need to borrow Jeongin and Seungmin for about 5 minutes if that's ok" you smiled loading up the costuming work that had yet to be approved. Minho smirked allowing the boys to stop and go over to meet with you.

"Do any of you need anything?" the manager asked as he got up to leave waving as the boys gave a various chorus of no thank you he shut the door behind him.

"I just need you two to approve the costuming and then the music video can be scheduled" you grinned as each of them looked over what was planned for them.

"What's this?" Jeongin asked picking up the envelope that was now sitting uncovered on the couch beside you turning it over in his fingers slowly.

"Just something for me to go over later" you waved it off hoping he wasn't about to open it considering you hadn't even laid eyes on it yet.

"Is it from Chan Hyung?" Seungmin asked looking you straight in the eye.

"Yes" you nodded simply not wishing to lie you them but also because you could almost feel Hyunjin and Felix itching to ask you about it.

"Is it one of our agreements?" Jeongin asked shyly still looking intently at the tablet trying to hide the faint pink staining his cheeks.

"It is. Will that be a problem?" you replied softly hoping that you weren't about to upset anyone.

"No, no not a problem at all" Seungmin smirked meeting your eyes before looking and Jeongin for a moment "Hopefully your alright with all eight of us though". You felt heat flood your face and neck at his words.

"Aw do you two want a taste too?" Minho teased giggling "She tastes like sunshine I can assure you"

"Hold on you already started? When?" Jeogin gaped at Minho and Hyunjin who were laughing heartily at their reactions then back to you.

"This morning and we only kissed her don't worry you haven't missed out" Felix sighed already looking so done as the two younger ones pouted and the two older ones roared laughing.

"If you are all quite done, I need to get back to finishing the music video prep" You rolled your eyes mildly annoyed that they were being so flippant with the whole thing. You slipped the contract and tablet from Jeongin's fingers before standing up to leave the room the sounds of them dramatically teasing each other followed you until you shut the studio doors.

Your day had flown mainly due to how hectic organizing eight men who occasionally act like kindergarten kids can be, but that had helped you keep your nerves in check. Chan had texted you saying none of the others knew that you were seeing him that night and he had managed to get the others out of the dorm on the pretense of meetings with the higher up management.

Knocking on the front door of the dorm at three to nine you played with your fingers until you heard Chan turning the lock to let you in, he had already washed up his hair fluffy and soft looking and wearing only a shirt and shorts, making you feel a little self conscious that you had put in perhaps too much effort seeing that you were still in makeup and casual but still pretty clothes. Ushering you into the hallway he wasted no time pressing you back to the wall hands gripping your hips, kissing you deeply while you whimpered softly. under his touch.

"I'm glad you didn't cancel" he smiled pulling away from you and giving you a little space "I wasn't sure if you really wanted to start so quickly or if you were just trying to keep me and the kids happy" he admitted leading you further into the dorm.

"I want to do this, I can't pretend that I don't find you all incredibly attractive, I'm just nervous" you confessed right back hoping that airing your feelings to Chan would make it feel a little more natural and a little less transactional. You sat on their couch as Chan moved to the kitchen to get you both a drink coming back with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Despite the fact we ask you to sign a contract none of us view you as anything less than what you already are to us, we aren't going to start treating you like you are our whore or some kind of toy. Like I said this hasn't happened many times and it has never been all eight of us interested, so you are special to us" Chis dimples shone as he smiled genuinely at you pouring you a glass as you placed the envelope on the coffee table in front of you both, he seemed to ignore and rather looked at you affectionately.

"Even though Seungmin and Jeongin spoke about it in the studio today I didn't think they were serious, I thought it was just teasing like you guys always do" your weren't sure how it was going to all work but you believed Chan when he told you that it wouldn't change your work life and they would continue to respect you.

"This might be the one thing none of us joke about" Chan chuckled softly taking your hand in his caressing the back of your hand with his fingers. You felt as though he was doing his best to relax you but also be honest with you which did help to put you slightly at ease.

"Can I kiss you again?" he whispered almost innocently making your heart begin to race all over again, nodding slowly he took the glass from you and cupped your face in his large hands so carefully it was almost too sweet. Pressing his lips to yours his first kiss was chaste and soft like the first tentative kiss on a date, as you relaxed into him his pace picked up his tongue gently swiping your bottom lips asking for entrance as you both slowly let your hands begin to wander the others body.

"Should we take this to your room rather than the lounge?" you breathed against his lips when you broke away for air.

"Abso -fucking-lutely" he groaned against you getting to his feet and pulling you with him, turning you both he walked you backwards into the hall stopping you colliding with anything as you continued devouring each other. Finally reaching his bedroom door which he pressed you against kissing down your jaw and down your neck finally biting the skin at the junction of your shoulder and neck making your knees weak.

"Fuck Chan" you gasped as he laved over his bite mark with his tongue, already feeling yourself grow wetter than you had been in possibly your whole life.

"That's exactly what your going to do baby" he smirked finally getting you into his room and stripping you of your shirt. "Fuck, you are pretty in lace baby" he groaned at the partially sheer lace number you had decided to wear for him. His hands roamed your body squeezing and kneading the soft curves of your hips, arse and tits making you groan into his mouth. Moving you backwards until the back of your knees hit his bed frame before gently pushing you backwards onto his sheets.

"Open your mouth pretty girl" he instructed as he rid himself of his own clothes, his cock bouncing to attention as he stood before you, you did as you were told opening your mouth as letting your tongue stick out making him groan again.

"Fuck you might be the best one we have had yet" he grinned seductively gently tapping the tip of his dick against you tongue which you instantly slid as far into your mouth as you could making him grab your hair.

You ran your tongue along the underside as you took him into your throat, one hand moving to cup his balls and roll them in your hand alternating between gentle tugs and squeezes making Chan carefully begin fucking your throat.

"Fuck your mouth is heaven" he moaned pushing your head back slowly to watch himself sliding in between you lips as drool began collecting at the corners of your mouth "So good yet so dirty sucking your boss' cock like you were made for it" his words were making you even hotter and you couldn't help the muffled mewl that escaped your throat making him hiss in pleasure. Chan pulled you off his dick leaning down to kiss you softly and he pushed you backwards to do away with your jeans, climbing over you

"I'll be gentle with you baby, I know it's all fairly new to you" He muttered against the skin just below your ear and he mouthed at your neck.

"Chan" you panted feeling like your body was already aflame even though he hadn't even touched you "please".

"So needy baby and all mine" his voice sending sparking through your skin and he skimmed his hands down your sides to undo your pants. Pulling back from you he removed your jeans in one hard tug throwing them to the floor somewhere to be found later. covering your body again with his he placed wet kisses from your throat down your chest stopping only to tease a nipple with his tongue through the lace of your bra.

"Fuck" you gasped breathily arching into him as he pulled the lace aside to properly suck it into his mouth his tongue laving around it painfully slowly, watching your face the entire time.

"I going to make you feel so good baby" he chuckled darkly restarting the trial of kisses down your body until he came to the top of your underwear, toying with the waist band as he kissed his way to the top of your thighs making you unconsciously spread them further for him. You almost yelped as he buried his nose in your clothed core inhaling deeply and groaning "You smell like heaven I bet you taste better don't you baby"

"Please" you mewled again need him to actually touch you.

"Patience baby let me taste you before I fuck you yeah?" Chan's voice had turned far deeper than you ever imagined it could making you even wetter.

"Anything you want Chan, anything" you panted desperately

Once again he chuckled darky before pulling the lace aside and taking his first taste of you, his tongue taking one long languid lick from your entrance to your clit and back again making you almost scream, keeping his eyes on your already fucked out face he began eating you out messily varying between sucking you clit between his plump lips almost harshly and circling it with his tongue. Your head was light from the pleasure he was already given you and he had only started, moaning wantonly he took your noises as encouragement giving you clit another sharp suck before pushing his tongue into your entrance working the muscle against your desperate walls and he held your hips down now that you were bucking beneath him.

"Never been eaten properly then? We will fix that baby" he cooed softly pulling himself away from you causing you to whimper in protest "But after earlier today I have to fuck you"

Sliding your underwear off your legs, Chan again teased you by sliding the head of his cock through your wet folds rubbing your clit then back down until your moans got the better of him still sitting on his knees he slid himself into your aching core bottoming out in one slow thrust causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Grunting in pleasure he lazily started thrusting his thumb coming down to press onto your clit causing you to tighten around him instantly.

"Shit baby keep clenching like that and this time is going to be quick" he groaned picking up his pace slightly as his other hand clamped around your thigh.

"Chan oh god, Chan" your moans were loud in the empty house as you let him fuck you how he wanted, each moan of his name making him speed up until his hips were slapping against you as his cock rubbed against your walls perfectly. You weren't going to last long and you knew it but neither was Chan his grip on your leg and the rubbing of his thumb against your clit increasing every time your walls spasmed around his length.

"Baby where do you want it?" he moaned feeling his climax beginning to approach as yours sped towards you like lightening.

"Inside. Please Chan, inside" your voice was breathy and high as you struggled to make the words come out.

"Fuck so hot" he grunted viscously ponding into you faster as he lent his head forward and a large drop of saliva dripped from his lips to your clit causing you to convulse in pleasure, he grinned watching as you arched your back moaning again. Moments later you felt the knot inside you snap causing your vision to turn white as your walls clamped down on his dick and pulsed with your orgasm. Chan followed you over the threshold unable to control himself as your walls milked every last drop of cum he emptied into your tight little hole. Lowering himself onto you he gathered you into his arms holding you while you came down from your high, kissing you sweetly while still buried inside you.

Minutes passed and instead of slipping out of you and getting dressed Chan simply rolled onto his side and gathered you into him tucking your head under his chin as you panted softly.

"You ok?" his voice sounded amused and you were sure he was smirking.

"So much better than ok" you murmured still coming off your high.

"Good, I didn't hurt you did I? I didn't want to be too rough with you since you know.." Chan was gently rubbing your back making you relax against him.

"No I loved it" you admitted embarrassed that you were just freely telling him everything about you.

"You want to go again then?" He was definitely smirking this time.

A/N: Thank you for reading, as I said at the start this series will be updated sporadically but any reblogs, comments or criticisms are appreciated greatly xx

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Felix's messages on Bubble from the time Chichi had a bad cold and had to stay alone in her room. Felix sent a photo of his dinner on the table, opposite which his tablet was leaning against a bowl of fruit. A video call with Chichi was going on on the tablet, who was also eating her dinner.

"Eating with Chichi! We are separate, but still together. I hope she recovers quickly having us and STAY's love!"

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skz-talker. felix speaks into the camera, and chichi hides behind him, making first horns, then rabbit and teddy bear ears, and finally a heart behind his head with her fingers.

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skz-talker. backstage at one of the concerts. chichi sits on the couch next to felix, who is drinking a fruit shake. chichi touches him gently with her finger a few times, and he gives her a taste of it. her eyes beam all the way, suggesting that she really likes it. at this, felix immediately walks over to the food table and picks up second straw, which he puts in the drink, then returns to chichi. she looks then at the drink then at him, her eyes beginning to shine with tears by how moved she is by this gesture.

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YFNChichi! episode. Chichi shows off her new phone case.

"Do you see it? It's a heart, a blue one. Or actually half of it. The other half is pink and Felix has it."

She laughs briefly, a little embarrassed.

"Cute, isn't it? We bought it once in a store in Tokyo, but only recently remembered about it. It's cute..."

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tiktok. chichi and felix did the "sorry for being cute" challenge together. chichi planned to do it alone, but she was too shy and it didn't work out for her every time because she started laughing from embarrassment, so she asked felix to accompany her.

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concert video. felix walks around the stage and waves to STAY as chichi runs up to him and even bumps into him as she fails to brake. she then takes him in her arms and lifts him up to spin around with him a few times. felix laughs, patting her playfully on the shoulder.

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YFNChichi! episode. Chichi is in the kitchen of the other dorm wearing an apron.

"So, it's Felix's birthday soon."

Chichi claps her hands briefly.

"Felix always bakes us so many delicious things, so.... I'd like to return the favor somehow. I've never baked anything, so we'll see how it goes. In the end, I'll probably just buy some cake."

She laughs briefly and pulls two bowls out of the cabinet.

"After all, Felix might see it. He won't see it! He doesn't watch my lives. No member does. Besides, Felix is now filling his schedule..."

She nods her head determinedly. 15 minutes pass, Chichi opens the fridge to take out the eggs then goes back to the phone, reading the comments.

"What? Felix wrote on Bubble that you are doing well."

Chichi covers her mouth with hand, staring at the screen for a long moment, then slowly hides under the countertop in the same position.

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video from the event. chichi and felix are standing next to each other posing for pictures, then they try to make a heart together. first chichi makes half of the heart from her fingers but felix makes half of the heart from his whole hand... then the other way around... and again the other way around until they finally give up.

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skz-talker. felix sits at the makeup counter to have his eye shadow touched up. chichi, however, asks the makeup artist so she can do it. she sits down on the counter in front of felix and does his eyes makeup with concentration, felix is trying not to laugh. the makeup artist gently instructs her from the side.

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one from MAXIDENT behind the stage episodes. felix starts talking about "Taste".

"Chichi did all the choreography herself. When she showed it to us together with the dancers we were like... wow, we're supposed to dance this? The choreography is really good and satisfying to dance. It's not too energetic, focusing more on controlling smooth body movements. The learning process was really interesting..."

He laughed briefly, glancing over his shoulder for a moment.

"Yeah. I'm more and more proud of her with each choreography, even though she's the one who's the most skilled at it. I don't know, I can't help it, I just always feel proud."

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fansign footage. chichi sits down in front of felix pretending to be his fan. she puts her hands on the transparent thin wall between them, and felix can't resist and traces her hands with a pen marker.

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felix's interview.

question: which member texts you the most these days?

felix thinks about the answer.

"i'm sure it's chichi. she recently started playing a game i've been playing for a while, so she often texts me with different questions. it's cute, especially because i know she really listens to my answers. every time we play together i can see she's getting better and better."

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behind the stage to season's greetings. chichi poses for a moment with a lollipop for photos, then looks into the camera that is recording her. she smiles and waves the hand in which she is holding the lollipop. there is a transition to the interview part.

"ah is lollipop my favorite candy? noooo, my favorite candy is Lee Felix!"

she laughs then embarrassedly hides her face in her hands.

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