#of like two images [skull emoji]

[stngryjy2electricboogaloo]

I hear her voice

[queer-n-here]

HEY

ITS THE ANON THAT ASKED FOR FYODOR X MUSCULAR READER

ERMMMM

IF ITS OKAY CAN I HAVE THAT NOW BUT SMUT

PLEASE

( im not desperate i promise )

-🦅 ( eagle emoji anon cs rahh america )

Yeah brotha, ofc!

Also, welcome to the anon fam. Here we go, Fyodor smut. (And guess what? I'm writing this in my mom's school so like... pray that I don't caught)

Also, I'm gonna do your Kunikida req, too, just gimme like a day or two, yeah? Hope you like it, even though it kinda got OOC.

Contents: You walk in on Fyodor fingering himself to the thought of you, and then you fuck the poor anemic man.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, nipple play, OOC Fyodor.

Fyodor was almost ready to get on his knees and beg.

It was probably the first time in his entire life that he'd ever been so desperate.

It had all started that one day when you'd picked him up for the first time, and ever since then his skull could only contain one thought: you. Any and all attempts at a distraction were futile. After trying for weeks, Fyodor gave up on them.

His only solace was the handful of hours when he'd be asleep. Lately, however, you'd started haunting his dreams, too, plaguing them with thoughts and images of you that grew filthier and filthier each time. Gods, what were you doing to him? And how were you doing it? Was this a part of your ability? To hypnotize someone and make them lose control of their senses?

Even know, rutting pitifully against the pile of blankets in your room, Fyodor's glazed eyes could see you. Your huge form, towering over his own. Your ginormous hands tracing his skin, gripping his waist and rubbing his nipples.

His naked chest came in contact with the bed sheets, and he threw his head and moaned, pathetic dick rubbing back and forth against the soon to be stained sheets.

But it wasn't enough. It wasn't even nearly enough.

Fyodor licked his fingers slick, then reached back to insert the first one into his achingly empty hole, trying to convince himself that it was your finger his hole was fluttering around. He shut his eyes, seeing you against the back of his eyelids instead.

Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft as his shoulders shook, his free hand clenching desperately at the sheets. Gasps and moans spilled from his red and bitten lips, and all of a sudden his fingers hit a certain spot.

Fyodor's back arched, a particularly loud moan leaving his mouth. He slipped in a second finger, hand moving faster now. He bit down on the sheets beneath his head, muffling his cries against the fabric as he found himself tipping over the edge soon. As his cum hit the sheets, so did his body. His poor anemic body couldn't hold for any longer.

He rolled over onto his back instead, dazed eyes opening slowly, and taking a moment to process what they were seeing.

You.

For a moment Fyodor almost believed that he had now gone insane. But it was too real to be an illusion, you were too real.

He sat up with a gasp, hands flying to grab the sheets beneath him and try to cover himself with them. You were faster, though, ripping the sheets out of his grasp and letting them fall onto the floor.

This was going to be fun.

Not that you had expected to see Fyodor like this when you opened the door of his room. I mean, sure, maybe you could blame that on your habit of not knocking, or maybe even his of not locking his door. But you were glad you two did that, how else would you have ended up in his room, smirk growing on your face as you took in his condition.

Fyodor was still trying to reach for the sheets, but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head, making him fall onto the bed on his back with a huff.

"Fyodor," Your eyes had an unusual darkness to them, one that set the alarms blaring in his head. "What were you doing?"

Fyodor tried to struggle out of your grasp, his weak body fighting against yours to no avail as a deep red blush rose through his flesh. "...It's none of your business!"

"Isn't it?" You tilted your head, face inches away from his. "You said my name."

Fyodor froze. "W-what?"

"You called for me," You repeated. "And you were loud, too. I thought you were hurt somewhere."

His pale skin reddened further, and he turned to look away from your blazing eyes, but you grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

"Were you thinking about me?" The smirk had returned to your face, and your eyes were hungrily roaming over Fyodor's body. "You were fucking your hole with your fingers like a little bitch in heat; were you pretending they were mine?"

Fyodor's breath hitched. Being caught like this before he had even come down from his previous high was intimidating, but also strangely arousing. He let you loom over him, your huge body almost completely hiding his against the bed.

"Answer me, Fyodor," You said.

And he couldn't do anything but nod, cheeks flaming. You leaned forwards and kissed him, smiling slightly. He gasped again, surprised, eyes wide and hands falling limp in your hold. You let them go, placing your hands on his waist instead as you pressed him into the bed, tongue invading his mouth.

"W-what are you doing?" Fyodor pulled away just long enough to ask.

"Hmm," You hummed against his lips, pulling back and sitting on the bed to take of your clothes. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Fyodor's breath hitched, his skinny body shifting against yours. You finished stripping, leaning down to kiss him full on the lips again, this time more passionate. He fisted his hands in your shirt, pulling you closer weakly.

You sighed softly, reaching forward to trace the curve of his neck, the dip of his collarbone. Pulling away, you lowered your head to kiss there instead, leaving marks in the wake of your fingertips. Fyodor moaned, screwing his eyes shut against the feeling of your lips on his skin.

"[Name]," He panted, biting his lips to stop himself from moaning too loud.

"Hmm?" You pulled away from his collarbone, raising your head to look at him. "What do you want me to do, baby?"

Fyodor's eyes widened slightly at the pet name, but he wrapped his arms around your neck all the same. "Please, fuck me..."

And who were you to deny him?

He'd prepped himself just fine, and, aligning your tip with his leaking hole, you were able to slide in your member relatively easily. You started slow, thrusting into him gently at first, trying to give him time to adjust himself.

"[Name]." Fyodor moaned, brows furrowed. "Nggh, f-faster, please!"

You obliged him, speeding up considerably as you lifted his legs, wrapping them around your waist before placing your hands on either side of his head. Fyodor was clenching around you with each thrust, each nudge of your tip against his soft and tight walls making his toes curl.

Your hips snapped against his, and his back arched, thrusting his nipples up into your face. You kissed them readily, licking and biting and teasing to your heart's content as the man beneath you squirmed and panted and moaned.

"Fyodor," You said, teeth gritted against the feeling of Fyodor around you. "Does it feel good, hmm? Tell me, d'you like it when I fuck you like this?"

Fyodor's eyes were blurred up with tears, his eyes blown out and wide, making him look like he wouldn't be able to process anything but your cock in his ass for the life of him. Still, he nodded frantically. "S-so good, hah! Mmph, [Name]! Feels so... so good..."

You rolled your hips, pounding into him with a rhythm so heavenly, it had Fyodor seeing stars. One thrust in particular hit somewhere so soft inside him, he cried out, and you shifted to hit that spot again. His grip on your shoulders tightened, head falling back to expose his beautiful neck.

You leaned down to kiss it, rolling your hips and bullying his prostrate. His nails were burying into your skin, moans growing louder and louder by the minuted in a way that told you he was close.

And sure enough, pretty soon Fyodor was trying to speak through his lewd noises. You understood his meaning even when his words were barely coherent. Speeding up, you bit his shoulder, making him cry out in a mixture of pain of pleasure so intense all other thoughts were wiped out from his brain.

He reached his orgasm, hips bucking up into yours as a cry ripped itself free from his throat. You slowed down to a stop even as your cock throbbed at the feeling of Fyodor clenching around you so tight it almost made you lose control.

He huffed and panted beneath you, using one hand to cover his face. You gently pried it away, planting a kiss on his forehead. You waited for him to come down from his high, peppering kisses on his face softly.

He raised a hand to place on your chest to stop you, giggling softly. "You..." He hesitated slightly. "You haven't finished yet, right?"

You had been ignoring your throbbing dick for a while now, trying to remain still despite the desire building in your gut.

You shook your head.

Fyodor flushed slightly. His arms had fallen limply onto the bed when he'd came, and now they rose to wrap themselves around your neck again.

"Go on, then. You can... do it till you cum."

And being as restless as you were, you immediately began moving again.

[handsometimr]

junepei (purple edition) i love them. they're purple and silly. hell I like to think they coincidentally dyed their hair the same colour. just rocking up to the same place with violently purple hair

[Image ID: Digital fan art of Junpei and Akane from Zero Time Dilemma. They are holding hands. Akane is smiling at the viewer, while Junpei looks at Akane with his hand on her waist. Above them are the skull emoji and the words 'why they ourple', misspelling of 'why are they purple'. There is also a drawing of Junpei with a neutral expression, looking at the viewer. Next to him is a simple doodle of a person clasping their hands and making a kissy face, two hearts next to them. The art style is sharp and angular with thick outlines and cell shading. /.End ID]

[kafus]

okay i just talked to every NPC in veilstone because it's been a long time and man sinnoh's NPCs are peak, at least out of the 2D games i feel like they provide the most humor and the most random lore tidbits and stuff. i love this region. i'm going to talk about it

first off sinnoh is full of little things like this. random dialogue/flavor text that ties back to the mythos of the region. i love how widespread the sinnoh myths are

i'm also obsessed with when there's two NPCs that link together like this. you talk to one and you move on and then you talk to another and you're like oh! lmao. by the way the rage candy bars being here is cool because sinnoh is canonically connected to johto through the sinjoh ruins and the rage candy bars are from johto, which means they're imported and sold here. in general i'm obsessed with the locations in pokemon that have special treats associated with them, like the pewter crunchies of pewter city in kanto, or the lava cookies from lavaridge in hoenn. iconic

btw don't worry lady literally everyone sucks at making poffins. unless you have four players it's pretty much impossible to make poffins that are better than the storebought ones. good luck getting four people with rare berries who are good at the minigame to play with you, ESPECIALLY in 2023 jesus christ. the basement poffins are OPTIMAL

anyway in speaking of linking NPCs, these two - i wonder if the dialogue in the french version of this game is turned into english? they did that for lt. surge's french pikachu trade, the french versions of HGSS make the pikachu english instead lol. but anyway as usual it's very fascinating to me how much pokemon loves to drop foreign language in its titles, and fittingly i know a lot of people with english as their second language got interested in learning english from a young age due to wanting to play pokemon. how many kids do you think got interested in french because of dialogue like this. the girl even implies what the meaning of his words is

veilstone isn't short on game hints either, useless to me now as an adult longterm pokemon player who knows all this stuff already but still really cool to see. if sinnoh is your first time playing pokemon, those hints on trade evos and stuff are always appreciated.

of course, funny dialogue too that got a wheeze out of my nose, not uncommon for pokemon NPC dialogue SDKFSFDK some of this shit takes me so offguard it's like extra funny

like GIRL ISN'T THAT WHAT A PARASOL IS FOR????

edit: my DUMB ASS (lighthearted) has been reminded that parasols are for the sun and are NOT an umbrella equivalent. okay she makes more sense now LOOL

also LOOKER JUSTIFYING HIS GAMBLING :skull emoji: this shit is taking me out. see this is useful because it's like oh galactic is really all over this city huh. not only their massive building but they have their logo in the fucking slot machines, they probably have some amount of ownership over this place like team rocket did over the celadon game corner. but also it's funny because SDFSDFK

OH AND MAYLENE'S DAD IS JUST... HERE? generic NPC. generic sprite. no name. he's just here. maylene's dad. you know, one of the gym leaders. help girl

anyways i'm aware i basically just posted most of the dialogue in veilstone city verbatim but I JUST THINK IT'S INTERESTING! I MISS WHEN POKEMON GAMES WERE FULL OF DIALOGUE LIKE THIS AHHHH i have more to say about the galactic lore but i'm running out of image space and i need to use the bathroom and get some food so i'll post about that a little later

[headmates-4-you]

The embodiment of scene, like, js scene as a person!! :3333333 hope this isn't too hard T^T

SORRY FOR THE DELAY😭

We've been suuuppeerrr busy with back to school and stuff, and also new hyperfixations and new alters making it hard to focus on much else T^T

but this was an interesting request, so I tried my best ^^

PS: got some dividers for the blogs :3

PS (2): irl we got two Funko pop keychains of 2 of our MHA fictives and have them on our bag :D also new MHA book and guitar capo?! lemme know if there's any good songs you can play with capo, cause I couldn't find any ;-;

-Tally/💙

BASIC_INFO:

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Name(s): Carmen, Staci, Cathy, Jade/Jayden/Jaydee, Xo_Scen3St4ci

Pronouns: shxy/thxy. 3rr0r/3rr0r.　666/666.　2000/2000.　3ds/3d.　:3/:3.　?!/!?.　ay/aym.　bark/bark.　bi/bim.　bite/bite.　black/black.　bling/blingee.　blood/blood.　bone/bone.　bow/bow.　brace/bracelet.　bright/colour.　byte/byte.　cat/cat.　cata/catatonic.　ce/cer.　check/checkered.　chem/chem.　cir/circut.　cos/cos.　cry/cry.　cut/cut.　dead/dead.　death/death.　die/die.　dino/dino.　e/e.　emo/emo.　epic/epic.　ev/ev.　exe/exe.　ey/em.　eye/strain.　fang/fang.　fringe/fringe.　ghost/ghost.　gir/gir.　girr/girr.　glit/glitter.　glitter/glitter.　gloom/gloom.　glow/glow.　glow/stick.　gore/gore.　grr/grr.　gun/gun.　gut/gut.　h3/h1m.　hor/horror.　hx/hxm.　it/it.　ix/ix.　kan/kandi.　kand/kandi.　kandi/kandi.　kill/kill.　kit/kit.　knife/knife.　lix/lix.　luv/luv.　mask/mask.　meow/meow.　mew/mew.　mlp/mlp.　mon/monster.　music/music.　neo/neon.　neon/neon.　net/net.　nya/nya.　nya/nyan.　nyan/cat.　pika/pikachu.　pix/pix.　pixel/pixel.　plur/plur.　pony/pony.　pop/pop.　pop/tart.　queen/queen.　quiet/quiet.　rain/rain.　rainbow/rainbow.　rave/rave.　rawr/rawr.　raz/razor.　red/red.　rei/reina.　scene/scene.　scene/scenester.　scream/scream.　sh3/h3r.　si/silent.　skull/skull.　slash/slash.　slice/slice.　spi/spider.　spook/spook.　stab/stab.　stick/sticker.　sticker/sticker.　stud/stud.　thxy/thxm.　tutu/tutu.　txt/txt.　vamp/vamp.　video/game.　x3/x3.　x]/x].　XD/XD.　xe/xem.　xey/xem.　xy/xyr.　ze/zem.　ze/zer.　ze/zero.　zi/zim.　zim/zim.　zom/zombie.　zomb/zomb.

(apologies, most of the pronouns are from a scene ID pack that I saw fitting to thxyr identity)

Age: conceptage, permateen (15)

Species: human

Gender(s): scenebodiment, 2000saesthetigender, 2000sscenic, demigirl

Sexuality: bisexual aromantic

SYSTEM_INFO:

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Sources: the concept of scene, 2000's aesthetics

Role: protector

PERSONALITY_:

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MBTI type: ISFP

Interests/Likes: Monster, My Little Pony, cartoons, MySpace, the scene aesthetic, the 2000's

RADQUEER_INFO:

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TransIDS: transradioactiveblood, permateen, transharmed, transharmful, transselfharmscars, transabuse, transscars, transseverityabuse, transseveritytrauma, conceptage, transageless, perma2000's, 2000'sstuck

CisIDS: abused, s//xually assaulted, trauma, dark hair, dark humour, scene, silly

Paras: necrophilia

EXTRAS_:

Emoji signoff: -🦇

Kins: Marceline from adventure time

aesthetic/vibe: scene queen :3

Image:

[questioningespecialy]

egg⚽🧠irl [Transfem Meme] [Nonbinary Meme]

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION] Expanding Brain meme with two extra rows of boxes on the bottom. 1st row left: "I just like the outfit." 1st row right: Human skull with small brain. 2nd row left: "Something about her aesthetic is just visually appealing to me." 2nd row right: Human head with regular sized brain that has many lights glowing inside. 3rd row left: "I wanna be her." 3rd row right: Human head with regular sized brain that has many more lights glowing inside with great intensity. 4th row left: "I wish I was her." 4th row right: Human head with regular sized brain that has some lights shooting out past the head and none inside it. 5th row left: "I wish I lived in an LGBTQ+ safe world so I could discover myself sooner and be a weird-ass tomboy who liked girly things." 5th row right: Photo of the Helix Nebula (aka: Eye of God) in outer space. 6th row left: "i wanna be visibly me" 6th row right: The girl Sayori (from the game Doki Doki Literature Club) in her fan-made "Coolyori - Finger Guns Emoji" form pointing two finger guns to the left while wearing a Pale Pink colored short-sleeved shirt, CG Red colored bowtie in her neck-length hair, and two sunglasses with one raised mostly above the other. Behind her are the Chevron Queer Flag's lavender colors split vertically down the middle with Orchid on the left and Twilight Lavender on the right. Entire left side: Boxes have a background of the off-white color Seashell increasing in opacity from 20% (barely visible) in the 2nd box to 100% in the 6th. 3rd to 6th row left: Tall image with 18.6% opacity of

Rainbow Dash (from the series My Little Pony Equestria Girls) in possibly fan-drawn human form with hip-length rainbow colored hair and bangs, fully open Shocking Pink colored eyes, and a large smile posed with her right foot ontop of a Black & White soccer ball while facing the audience and wearing the following athletic wear:

A tall pair of Ocean Boat Blue & White colored boots with slightly taller rainbow colored socks sticking out.

A slightly pleated White colored mini skirt with a wide Sky Magenta colored vertical stripe down the middle and black underskirt shorts sticking out by maybe 4".

An open zippered Ocean Boat Blue colored short-sleeved jacket with a non-folded collar.

A mostly visible White t-shirt with a large image of a cloud unleashing a single thick blue, yellow, and red lightning bolt that's half covered by her folded arms. The left of which bearing an identically colored wristband.

[END OF IMAGE DESCRIPTION]

Context: Found myself experiencing a ton of gender envy 2 days ago while referencing this image of Rainbow Dash for something. Almost got intense. So of course I decided to spend hours making a meme about it. 📝🤷🏿‍♂️🤷🏿‍♀️

[baldurs-gay-three]

Heyyy everyone, welcome to our special interest hell <3

You can call us Coffee and we are an autistic (among other things) plural system. We tend to introject like crazy from our special interests, so it’s only a matter of time until we have the cast of baldurs gate 3 living in our head rent free!

Our inbox and dms are always open for questions or conversation about plurality or baldurs gate 3 so don’t hesitate to reach out!

main blog: @genderqueer-cloud-strife

tags: #vyne posts (old tag) and #coffee posts (new tag) is shit we post, #baldurs gay plurality is the plurality tag for this blog, and #phlox posting, #vesryn posting, #vys’ra posting and #myrna posting are the tags for our characters

❗️This blog will contain some game spoilers, but we have not completed the game yet so do not send us or tag us in any major spoilers❗️

list of current baldurs gate 3 fictives + image IDs and Plain Text under the cut!

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Current Baldurs Gate 3 fictives list:

• Xanth (any pronouns) ; genderqueer warlock, character we made in the prerelease

• Vesryn (he/him) ; trans gay adhd half-elf rouge, the one we made to get with Astarion lol

• Phlox (she/her) ; pan lesbian teifling warlock, beloved first character and good hearted durge

•+ many slowly forming fragments

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[banner ID: screenshot taken from the game baldurs gate 3 that features our character (a teifling with pale skin, dark hair in two low buns, red eyes, and sharp blood stained horns) standing facing away from the viewer. A red dragon is taking off to the left of her. The image is positioned so that our icon sits right between these two figures. /end ID]

[icon ID: screenshot taken from the game baldurs gate 3 that features our character (a teifling with pale skin, dark messy hair, red eyes, and sharp blood stained horns) standing in a warmly lit room in front of a fancy dining table covered in food. She has an angry expression on her face. The text is too small to read in the icon, but says “Raphael: One skull, two tenants, and no solution in sight”. /end ID]

[Plain Text : Heyyy everyone, welcome to our special interest hell <3

You can call us Vyne and we are an autistic (among other things) plural system. We tend to introject like crazy from our special interests, so it’s only a matter of time until we have the entire cast of baldurs gate 3 living in our head rent free and we for one can’t wait!

Our inbox and dms are always open for questions or conversation about plurality or baldurs gate 3 so don’t hesitate to reach out!

main blog: @genderqueer-cloud-strife

tags: #vyne posts is shit we post, #baldurs gay plurality is the plurality tag for this blog, and #phlox posting, #vesryn posting, #vys’ra posting and #myrna posting are the tags for our characters

[exclamation mark emoji] This blog will contain some game spoilers, but we have not completed the game yet so do not send us or tag us in any major spoilers [exclamation mark emoji]

list of current baldurs gate 3 fictives + image IDs and Plain Text under the cut! /end PT]

[asweetlovesong]

Decided to give myself a little art challenge and thats to take a group of three emojis and turn them into original characters!

I don't know if I'll use them for anything important but I love them already!!

So without further ado...

I will probably make more of them! They just fit on one sheet for the time being!

In the image it shows the emojis used to create them! And under the image I'd give a little talk as to how I came up with their design!

Jun Kang

Jun Kang was made using ♠🔥🐉, spades have meanings like intellect, death, military etc and I focused on the military aspect! The fire and dragon reminded me of Liu Kang (and even though both King Lao and Liu Kang are related to the great Kung Lao, this is probably only from Liu Kangs side) And maybe he was one of the earlier earthrealmers if Liu Kangs family to use fire powers.

He definitely has a different personality and everything other than some physical similarities to Liu Kang, like same length of hair and the same eyes. Sorta like two sides of a coin, Liu Kang is a monk meanwhile his ancestor Jun Kang is part of ancient China military (war and peace).

♠🔥🐉

Kamille Belanger

Kamille Belanger was made using 💋🔫✨, the gun reminded me of the Special Forces but not wanting to make a Cassie Cage 2.0, I decided to make her a member of the Black Dragons instead since they also use weapons. I was going for a femme fatale kinda vibe, complete baddie.

She might go heavy with the lip stick and mascara but you won't see if stain her skin as she beats up good guys and finish whatever job the Black Dragons gave her. I decided to make her Canadian and found a list of 100 top names in Quebec in the 90s, found Camille so I just change it to a K (because misspelling is kool beanz) and Belanger sounded cool next to Kamille. Also I gave her sparkle shape earrings! Because of the sparkle emoji!

Seriema

Seriema was made using 🎶💀🫁, it was a bit challenging thinking of a way to show lungs on the design as lung related stuff came to mind like asthma and lung cancer don't have much of a lookable effect so I decided to make her my first Chaosrealmer and make her have semi translusive semi mutilated skin above the chest up till her nose. Which shows part of her skeletal jaw, teeth, and bone, which helps with the second emoji which is skull.

For music I have her a lyre, it was the first handheld instrument I thought of, but I don't think she knows how to actually play it. Because "that would be a form of control over the instrument and we hate control here in Chaosrealm!" Or something like that. So just random string playing.

Saturn (aka Aragon)

Saturn was made using 🪐🎶🍇, when it came to him I knew I wanted to implement rings into their design so they were lots of jewelry. I decided to make him sorta a noble of high status in Edenia but is definitely not near prince level of highness, but he sure acts like it. A man that loves to drink wine, party, have luxurious things, and more. He knows he got a pretty face, but that's probably where the admiration for him ends, unless you admire his parties. He is definitely similar to Narcissus but not too into himself that he doesn't feel love for anyone, he'll definitely fall for someone for sure but so far every character I made is single and not too important in the world of Mortal Kombat.

And that's all of them!

I will probably do more, I just ran out of space on this single piece of paper. Suggestions are always welcomed!! If you want a trio of emojis (ex. 🔶🍫❤, ☕⬜🥀, 🤡🎉💥, etc) turned into a Mortal Kombat OC let me know! And if you want to try out this challenge go ahead! Just @ me so I can see your awesome creation!

Have a lovely day! ~💗

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[transgressiveprocess]

Family Fun…

Rule Britannia…

The soulless warble of patriotism blasted over the stereo system… thousands watch… mouths open, legs spread, idle hands scratching crab-invested depths…

Britannia rules the waves…

...tiny pinchers cling onto hangnails… from crotch to cheesepuffs… family-sized, naturally… into mouths… fingers sucked clean of dust as crotch vermin descend into bloated stomachs… distended with gas building for expulsion… anus or mouth…

building…

building…

BOOM!

Families cry as boats rock… dinghies… macroplastics transformed into microplastics as shells explode in territorial waters… invading hordes propelled into waters they do not rule…

Cheers erupt in homes across the nation… good old fashioned, family-friendly fun… primetime tv restored to former glory… arthritic thumbs give digital thumbs ups… hearts… likes.. laugh emoji…

Digital representations of emotional states no longer capable of expression… primitive dopamine hits for the impatient beast… another handful of cheesepuffs… crotch rot itching as salted fingers descend once again…

Limbs bobbing like apples… an arm… a leg… the cost of doing business… survivor breaks the surface… gasp for air… missing an eye… scalp scraped back to bone… skull flaking like dandruff… an ear floats past… pierced, not theirs…

…flapping and screaming in the wreckage… a pathetic horn…

…whomp whomp…

Another shell… another boats rocks… partial hit… taking on water…

Boos… thumbs down… steam from noses…

Shit emoji…

Shit emoji…

Shit emoji…

Shit…

Shit…

Shit…

Shit floats by… stained red… leaking from torn bowels of unidentified corpse… the torn wreckage of a shirt… I <3 London… better luck next time…

…a figure… fighting to stay afloat… disappears under waves…

…water bailed out with whatever is at hand… hands… bags… trilbys… pith helmets… bearskins… bucket hats… nearly there, my shiner…

The image cuts… a floating head… rough… gruff… Man of the People… Voice of The Great Unwashed…

Three-to-one… boat four… Afghanis… dark horse… no experience with water… know nothing but dust and sand… tough as nails… double or nothing…

Four-to-one, on… boat seven… Indian… a buoyant people… curry diet… natural craving for the motherland…

Eight-to-one… boat two… comic relief… Sudanese… nah, me either… money back if at least one makes it to the coast… can’t go wrong…

...when the fun stops, stop…

Another explosion… timed to perfection as the credits fade to the scene… dave and dave… on the beach… which is which… dave always on the left… but ain’t no bleedin’ heart woke alphabet queer… this is primetime… flamboyant homosexuality or nuthin’… flailing… mincing… harmless… still wouldn’t turn my back to him, tho…

“Welcome back…” cheers dave, all teeth and dead eyes… a thousand yard stare from the horrors of contact with the public… hate-filled cheers for death… for blood… for purity… “we’ve had a lot of fun tonight.”

“That’s right”, interrupts dave, mania barely concealed… cravings for power and lucre… the filthier the better… brain wired from one too many nose powders… “and we’re not done yet!”

Cheers from the crowd… cordoned off… not too close to the talent… who knows what they’re carrying… plastic flags… made from 100% recycled life-raft… sustainable… environmentally-friendly… made in britain…

…owned factories… economic-free-zones… third-world compounds for overseas bounties… no taxes… no labour laws… no problem…

anything goes…

…anything…

A mother cries… holding what’s left of her child… limbs lost like so many action figures… not mint condition… should’ve kept the box… a violent wave propels a small arm across the water… tiny hand slapping her face… save that for the blooper reel… prime content for Sea Shells: An Xtra Blast…

…she sells seashells on the seashore…

…she shells sea hells on the seashore…

…she shells, he fell on the sea, sore…

“Oh my gosh, dave, look at this”, cries dave… pointing… fingers trembling… eyes glazed over… don’t look… it’ll be ok… do anything… just don’t look…

“I can’t even”, exclaims dave… gobsmacked… dumbfounded… lost for words… right on script…

…a figure emerges from the waters… congolese… boat eight… three-lions on a shirt… blood pouring… shrapnel to the face… an army of men readjust… flickering memories of when men were men… before they were neutered… emasculated… held back by femboys and queers… exhausted by confusing thoughts and desires barely suppressed…

“Looks like he’s gonna make it, dave” exclaims dave… dead heart beating mechanically… unmoved by any of it…

…exhausted, half-blind… powering forward… ever forward… salvation is at hand… screams… disappears underwater… three women in union jack burkhas emerge… kicking… screaming… holding his face in the seafoam until he learns not to resist… until he learns to submit…

They scramble out of water… fall to their knees… kiss the sacred ground of freedom… liberty… home…

…safe at last…

BUZZZZZZ!

“Uh oh, dave, you know what that means…”

“I do indeed dave, it’s time to get our audience involved…”

Ceremonial cannons fire glitter into the air as three podiums rise through the lights and the smoke… waving to the cameras with one hand… the other clamped on to mounted machine guns… emblazoned with the iconic BritCo logo…

…if you ain’t Brit, you ain’t it…

3!

2!

1!

The beach explodes in a hailstorm of bullets as women dodge and weave… desperately taking shelter behind flotsam and jetsam… wreckage from previous weeks… classic moments, every one…

Comments… unmoderated and unlimited… flood social media… interaction at an all time high…

Thr3 p-box hags? Whn dud ths beecum s libereal fag w*ke fist?

So much for dIvErSiTy #whitemakesright

More like sHe SeLlS tHe LiBeRaL aGeNdA lolz #canshelled

…spent cartridges litter the floor like used nitrous cannisters… ears bleed from the deafening sound of patriotism…

…if you ain’t Brit, you ain’t it…

She makes a move… sprinting from one piece of debris to the next… closer to the finish line… to stay where you are is death… momentum is life… momentum is… a stray piece of driftwood raises from the sands… catches her burka… sending her off balance… flies through the air… through a hail of bullets… across the stomach… rips her open like a pop tart… delicious jam filling flows over sticky fingers… families laugh… hunger intensifies…

“Did you see that, dave?

...her image greyed out… two remaining…

“I did dave, I gotta say, that looks like it hurt…”

“I sure did, dave…” hollow laugher rings out… fix it in post… ten second delay for a reason…

RELOAD!

Machine guns lower for new ammo strips… now or never…

…two figures burst across the beach… wet sands… torn up… forward to victory… hearts pump to bursting… clothes… foreign but patriotic weigt them down… no thought of discarding… symbols of loyalty… need the crowd… one cuts ahead… sees the finish line… can taste victory…

…tackled to the ground…

…a protestor… naked… erect… slogan painted on his chest…

…Project Extinction…

Boos from the crowd… jeers… wind farms emojis sent from solar-powered phones… lithium for batteries scraped out of the earth’s core like a stillborn… conflict materials soldered with the melted bones of modern slaves… lungs blackened with sulphur… backs broken like so many screens… ethical consumption made flesh…

… Humanity is the only pollution…

…Climate change will cleanse us all…

…Consume til the end…

She watches… helpless… as the other crosses the finish line… victory snatched from her grasp… all of it, for nothing…

Security descends upon the man… batons and tazers… scorched pubic hair from electrified testicles… blood soaking into sand as lights dim…

“Congratulations”, says dave… eyes twitching… inexorably drawn to the protestor… protest cleansed by violence… cleansed as we should all be cleansed… “that was a close one.”

“It sure was, dave”, says dave… all smiles… “for a moment there, I thought were going to see you tear each other apart, limb by limb.”

“I know I did, dave…”

“Yes, a bloody, screaming, bloodfest of nails and teeth and punches… clawing at eyes… tearing at flesh… blood flowing from mouths as half-chewed flesh hangs between sharpened teeth…”

“Oh well, maybe next time…”

Guffaws… chuckles… wholesome fun…

“Well, go take a rest and enjoy yourself, and we’ll see you in a couple of weeks for the grand final!”

The victor… uncomprehending… swept from view…

“Well, that’s all for this week, folks. So until next week, it’s goodbye from dave…”

“...and it’s goodbye from dave…”

Waves to the camera as it ascends… theme tune playing over rolling credits… the hosts… the crew…

…the audience…

…the lone woman on the beach… rearing up at the sight… the mob approaching… children first… fastest… biggest fans… caught on high-definition… 4k… 8k… streaming services everywhere… watch in school… fifteen seconds of fame… kicking… beating… piled on like british bulldogs… good old school yard fun…

…families half-watch as loose ends are tied up… cuppas brewed before the next event… bring us a biscuit, will ya… actually, I fancy a pop tart…

[gogtopia]

let's talk: canon events! how'd you get into the dream team? what brought you to dtblr?

i've given the story in some capacity before so here's the full version. all of the jules lore if you will im gonna make it long so here we go

so it's november 2020 (for some reason interests i get into around my bday often end up long term??) and i go home from college for thanksgiving break. bc it's covid, the rest of my sem is online so like i'm staying home. i got super into dnd the past few years and d20 specifically the summer before but bc i was an ra that sem i got too busy to watch long form content and eventually it lingered out of hyperfix territory. but like i wanted the rush of being super into something again and i knew that when i was going home so i actually planned to get into mcyt funnily enough, but my plan was to rewatch old vids from the people i watched in 2013 (actually i just wanted to get back into steve s.uptic in general too). but my brother was like bro. you have GOT to get into this dream smp thing, which he and my sister, then in hs, had both been watching for a while (my sister was actually a long term q viewer. skull). so the two of them sat me and my other sister down and we watched the sadist animatics, some of wilbur and tommy's lore vids, and weirdly enough a mr beast gaming video?? he also showed me a manhunt at some point but dsmp was rlly my point of entry because i'd come from a rp heavy fandom

so around the time i joined was exile which was obviously like so investing... love it or hate it like it did slay. and also el rapids was around that time. which like if you've known me longer than six months like i used to rewatch that entire arc regularly and write long meta about it. i latched pretty quickly to karlnapity and qnf (skull emoji). i thought dream was funny but i didn't get as invested in him specifically until full jackbox era bc he was less active then.

on the tumblr side, i made a blog right as i got into it but i wasn't super active. i mostly interacted with ppl in dsmpblr that did image descriptions at first (i did them up until like early 2022 when i just kinda gor burnt out w writing them) and like to be clear i was consistently blogging abt dtqk since nov 2020, but i didn't really get "accepted" into that side of tumblr until nov 2021. partially on me because i didn't follow a ton of ppl at first but also old dtblr was kinda weird abt accepting ppl into the mutual circle. whatever who cares eventually i got in with some cool ppl and then i met my friend areeba deedis around that time and she helped me spread my wings and meet a ton of ppl! also i think i started writing fic jan 2021 but didnt make my second ao3 until april but ive been writing consistently for this fandom since

[starlyte-writes]

I've been brainrotting over Gen Loss so here is my literal only complaint about the project (and honestly I'm just picky so)

Text under cut for anyone that can't see the images :D

[Screenshots of a twitter thread made by me]

I know the one complaint of Genloss everyone has been giving is pacing but for me specifically it's the pacing of the third episode. Like the first two yes there were a lot of awkward pauses where voting went too long but you can't really do anything about that when filming-

-live, plus it can easily be cut short in the founder's cut. The third episode however I think should've been dragged out way more. I feel like there were several reveals/realizations that happened that the characters very quickly move on from and I wish they had reveled in it-

-a bit more. Ranboo's character especially was hardly given time to really question things as they were constantly dismissed by Hetch. While the dismissal makes sense, I wish Ranboo would've continued the line of questioning a bit more regardless to really convey that panic and-

-confusion. I personally really loved Ranboo's acting so I wish they'd been given the chance to show it off more. Similarly, I wish Hetch's character had been given more time to build. The third episode is the only one where he's really present, so it was the defying episode of-

-his character. If the episode had been stretched out further, suspicion could've been built at a slower pace, making the reveal heavier. Also, I really wish he had taken more time with his whole villain speech at the end. Villain monologues are such a staple in showing a-

-character's true colors by explaining their intentions to the protagonist and the audience. Normally they take so long it leads to their eventual downfall, but with Hetch it's interesting because no matter how long they could've taken Ranboo never would've gotten out of that-

-scenario. So I really wish Hetch had stretched out their victory, giving us more character and really building up the dread in the audience as well as Ranboo, who can't do anything but sit there and watch. Overall I just wish each moment was given more time to marinate before-

-moving onto the next sequence, though I will be the first to say pacing is so difficult with scenes where characters are in a hurry. Letting scenes stretch out while simultaneously showing characters are rushing is so hard and I have no idea how to do it, so I understand the-

-struggle. Even with the funky pacing the story was still so easy to be invested in and that ending really grabs you by the throat no matter how quickly you reach it. I loved the project so much, I'm just really picky with acting and pacing cuz I'm always critquing myself LMAO

Gen1 was absolutely fantastic and I can't wait for both the founder's cut as well as the future generations!! So proud of you Ranboo so excited to see what's next <3 <3 #genlosshelp

And sorry for the ramble I'm just brainrotting very hard [skull emoji]

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[vampyrfagg]

image ID: a screenshot of a tiktok. the text reads 'where did all those alt 2020 kids who were claiming that they had tics, bpd, and were being trans just for a trend go now?' the caption reads 'you guys have some explaining to do' with two skull emojis. end ID.

this is insane i can't believe we are rehashing transmedicalism every few weeks and pretending like there's nothing wrong with it

[elvesofnoldor]

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[yeptotallynotanartbloghehe]

my creepypasta phase just kicked in about 3 years too late but im not complaining

[ids and captions below cut]

[image id: A full body shot of Jeff the killer, a very pale boy withlong black hair and an open glasgow smile, wearing a white hoodie, black pants, and dirty white sneakers. There's a head shot off to the side showing him with a medical face mask (caption being "covers face scars with mask") and an optional, red raccoon tail extension. There is also a full body shot of Smile Dog, a red and black Siberian Husky with wide eyes and a large, straight-toothed smile. There is another head shot example to the side of Smile Dog instead with white fur and a more normal dog face (caption being "can look like normal dog (mostly)). end id.]

[image id 2: Multiple drawings of creepypasta characters. Two are of BEN Drowned, a pale skinned boy with blonde hair covering his eyes, dressed like Link from the Legend of Zelda, and with dark tears streaks going down his face. The first is a simple, colored bust shot while the second is a small one of him lifting his bangs to show his eyes, which are black with red pupils, with the caption, "edgy ass eyes syndrome". Two are of Sally, a young girl with tan skin and brown hair wearing a pink dress, holding a teddy bear, and with scars and fissures all over her body. The first one is a colored full body shot of her standing and smiling, some of the cuts and fissures opening up like eyes. The second is a simpler full body shot replacing her legs with a ghostly tail with the caption, "ghost bby". Three are of Jane the killer, a tall, dark skinned woman with black hair wearing a white mask, a black dress, and fishnet stockings. One is a colored waist shot, the next is a small, full body doodle of her with the thought bubble, "women", and the last is of her flicking Jeff the killer (whom barely comes up to her chest) in the head. Three are of Nina the killer, a fair skinned girl with dark brown hair in a bow and a pink raccoon tail extension wearing a purple hoodie, black skirt, striped socks, and braces. One is a colored waist shot of her dancing and holding a peace sign, the second is over her flustered, being held up by the armpits by Jane, and the third is of her hugging Jeff. These three are surrounding the caption, "Nina bi-con real". Two are of the Bloody Painter (or Helen), who has short hair, a button up shirt, and multiple pins. One is a bust shot of him without his mask, the other is of him with his mask on, in front of an easel, with the caption, "I hate it here," as loud arguing continues behind a closed door. Neither of these are colored. The final image is a simple, colored bust shot of Ticci Toby, a boy with fluffy brown hair, goggles, a face mask, and a hoodie, looking joyful while holding a waffle. (finally) end id 2.]

[image id 3: A reference for a creepypasta character known as the Owllet. The Owllet has dark skin, shoulder-length brown hair, large animalistic ears, large, entirely black eyes, and long clawed fingers. One drawing is a full body shot of them crouching close to the ground, shirtless, but with torn, grey pants. The other is a waist shot of them in a dark green hoodie. The reference also includes captions (below). end id 3.]

[Captions: The Owllet They / It / Ve - blind, finds prey through hearing and smell - likes to collect skulls - besties with EJ (Eyeless Jack) and LJ (Laughing Jack) - ratman who eats your cheese (and your guts) (Next to waist shot): hoodie that all creepypastas require. end captions.]

[image id 4: An uncolored doodle of the Owllet as the flustered emoji meme, seemingly sniffing at the camera. end id.]

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

wonderland, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: The curious thing about adventure is that you never know when it starts. For Jeon Jungkook, it starts on a train, staring at a woman with exposed shoulders, eventually leading to his lips on her wrists, his tongue dancing over the words, eat me, drink me.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; graphic descriptions of fantasized sexual acts (fem reader, slight ink kink, biting / marking, dry humping, m and f-receiving oral, cowgirl, a ridiculous amount of sexual tension); non-idol!BTS; Alice Adventures in Wonderland themed; strangers-to-lovers; (purple-haired) Jungkook's POV; based on this

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"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”

excerpt from alice's adventures in wonderland by lewis carroll

He swallowed hard.

He shouldn’t be staring.

But he was.

She turned her head and looked right at him.

He quickly jerked his eyes away, zoning in on a screw bolted to the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. He should not be gawking at some random woman on the train. That was creepy, no matter how attractive she was. Her outfit was eye-catching, that was all. He had noticed her because of the off-the-shoulder, v-neckline of her black-and-white tartan top that exposed her shapely collarbones and shoulders. The floaty bishop sleeves ended with delicate hands that were elegantly poised on her bare knees, complete with a flared black skirt that revealed most of her juicy thighs because of her crossed legs. And those calves. Fuck. All that and it unexpectedly ended with chunky, ribbon-laced black boots.

Beside her was a black leather purse that was shaped like a coffin.

It rested against her hip.

The train screeched to a stop and people began to move, shoes appearing in his line of vision. She didn’t notice, right? No. Of course not. He just… zoned out. He wasn’t staring at her collarbones and shoulders, imagining planting kisses over that skin, running his teeth over them and leaving bright red marks.

Shit, what the hell was wrong with him?

Someone sat down on the seat next to him. He scooted closer to the window, away from whoever it was. There were plenty of seats on the train. Something hit the outside of his thigh, flat and oddly-shaped.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw the coffin purse against his black jeans.

He jumped, snapping his head up.

“Sorry about that.”

His eyes shifted and she was looking right at him.

Expression unreadable.

His heart exploded, frightfully fluttering like a trapped bird in his ribcage.

“I-It’s okay.”

She lifted the purse and placed it in her lap. Then she tapped her right ear.

“It’s the earring, isn’t it? You’re curious what it says.”

His eyes darted to the earrings gleaming on said ear. She had three piercings, all silver, two on the lobe and one on the cartilage. The cartilage was a ram skull whose horns curved around the outside of the ear. The two lobe piercings were a hoop with an embedded black stone and a large script earring that dangled down, swinging every time she moved her head.

It read, eat me, drink me.

“It matches these.”

She lifted her hands and turned them around, pulling down the bishop sleeves and exposing her wrists to him. One had a tattoo of a small, square-shaped cake with text printed in the center – eat me. The other was a bulbous, potion-shaped bottle with a vintage-looking tag on it in the same font – drink me.

“Alice in Wonderland,” he breathed.

She smiled at him and he swore his heartbeat multiplied into seven birds feverishly flapping in his ribcage.

She turned her wrists inward, resting them on her purse. “I don’t see many people with exposed tattoos,” she commented, ticking her head to his right hand.

“A-ah… yeah,” he stuttered, covering the back of his hand with his left, leaving only the sheepish emoji tattoo on his upper middle knuckle exposed. “My mom hates them. Well, not hate, but she doesn’t like that I got so many at once.”

“Your mom ever told you that staring is impolite?”

His cheeks burned hot. “S-Sorry!” He bowed his head downward in guilt, gulping nervously. From this position, he could see her hands.

The left was tipped up, exposing the eat me tattoo on her inner wrist.

“Whoa, no need to apologize like that. I was only teasing you.”

He lifted his head slowly and her wrist turned back inward, now simply the back of her hand. His eyes flickered up and she was looking right at him. He almost jerked his head away in embarrassment, but tried to maintain eye contact.

Don’t be a creep.

Her gaze was unwavering, unreadable.

“You think I’m weird, huh?” she said with an amused smile.

He blinked rapidly. “No. No, I don’t. I thought… your purse was pretty unique,” he offered, pointing to it. It made him look down to make sure he was pointing at the right thing.

Her right wrist was exposed to him, the drink me tattoo stark and enticing.

He had a brief, obscene image of his lips attached to it, running his tongue up and down the inked skin, catching a bit of it in between his teeth and releasing it, moan on the tip of his tongue.

He yanked himself out of the moment of jamais vu, quickly switching to her face, his peripheral vision noticing her wrist turned back inward, pressing against the leather. Her lips curved into a coy smirk.

“I get questions about that too, on the regular. I saw it in a shop and liked it, so I purchased it.”

A lock of purple hair fell into his vision, somehow dislodged from his ear, but he couldn’t look away. Something about her tone made it seem like she was going to say more, so he sat there, frozen, captured by those alluring eyes that called to him.

“That and if I’m single or not.”

He felt his eyes widen a little, breath catching in his throat, the birds in his ribcage smashing against their confines, anxiety and anticipation roused from deep within him. Fear wasn’t the right word. It was more like seeing something from the corner of your eye that makes you do a double take, a mix of curiosity and interest, invested in what you might see.

“I am, if you’re curious.”

“O-oh. I… see…”

Her smirk grew into sly delight. She lifted her right hand and placed her palm on her chin, lips against her closed fingers, elbow resting on the coffin purse. Movement slow, deliberate. His lips parted, more violet hair falling around his face. His normal nervousness would have him looking away and pushing it back, but he somehow couldn’t. At least there was safety in this veiled curtain of purple surrounding the edges of his vision. Her hand turned, fingers cupping the left side of her face. Lips sliding down, emphasizing the plushness of them, and he could almost feel the warm inhale on his skin, but there was no way he could – he wasn’t that close and she wasn’t breathing that hard, but that was the feeling he got. Goosebumps prickled on the back of his neck.

He held his breath.

Her lips pressed to her tattoo, the faintest flicker of tongue against the ink.

There was no way anyone would notice unless they were looking very closely to her mouth.

His lower lip trembled, shudder shaking his shoulders.

The train screeched to a stop and the intercom called nonsensically, mumbles as stamping feet rushed out. No one seemed to notice the impossible electricity of this moment, shrinking it to just him, those lips, and that tattoo, the drink me text right there between her lips, an image that he had already seen, except it was his lips on that skin, and that image was imaginary because it only existed in his head.

She pulled her lips away and looked out the window, past him.

“I have to get off at the next stop.”

He was the stop after the next.

“May I…?”

Her eyes drifted back to him. “Hm?”

His eyes flickered down to her right hand, her inner wrist resting on black leather.

“Have a closer look at your tattoo?”

He wasn’t looking at her face. He was staring at the back of her unmoving hand.

“I mean, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable–”

But before he could finish his sentence, the wrist was turning, lifting, placed right in front of his hungry eyes. Her forearm slid down the leather, grazing her skirt, suspended in the air for the briefest of moments, and then it brushed against his thigh, his left hand turning, and her graceful wrist rested on the pad of his palm, black ink standing out against that skin.

He was touching it.

Holding it.

Her presence neared. His eyes widened.

Goosebumps prickling, her warm inhale feathering right on his curve of neck to shoulder. His white sweatshirt was several sizes too big so the neckline was also oversized, revealing the tops of his own collarbones.

“It doesn’t bother me. Take a look.”

The train rushed into a tunnel, deafening all sound, and then it was only her voice and his gaze on that potion bottle, mesmerized. His hand rose, lifting her arm close to his face, his breathing shallowing. What was he doing? This was crazy. Absolutely crazy.

“If you want, you can bring it even closer. It's quite detailed.”

Insane.

He was lifting her hand, curiouser and curiouser, closer and closer, the script getting bigger and bigger, expanding, taking over his vision. His eyes following the elegant and prominent outline, drink me, the slightly dashed lines that emphasized the roundness of the bottle, the added etched fraying of the edges of the tag, drink me, the way the liquid was drawn to look like it was sloshing a little, as if it was really moving, drink me. He thought it was all in his head.

Her whisper, like sultry smoke, swaying the dangling earrings on his left ear.

“Drink me.”

He pressed his lips to the drink me script and moaned, so soft that she probably couldn’t hear it, but she could feel it on her wrist, vibrating her skin and his tongue tracing the lines, kissing softly, the taste somehow sweet, or was it just his imagination? Was it just a dream or was her body really a wonderland?

The edge of desire, on the cusp of something unknown.

He hadn’t even realized his eyes had closed and he opened them, seeing her looking directly at him, amusement sparkling in those mysterious orbs. He whimpered quietly, realizing how strange this was, how unbelievably weird, and this wasn’t him, this wasn’t something he ever thought he would do, or even something he ever imagined he would ever be in the position to do, kissing the wrist of a stranger on the train, but she pressed her wrist to his lips, her own parting in a faint Cheshire Cat smile.

“Don’t be afraid. I like it.”

He should let go and apologize for his odd behavior. His lips moved on her skin and there was nothing but her taste lingering on his lips, lost in images his head had conjured, tumbling, tumbling.

"Me too," he whispered, looking up into her eyes, silently saying, I don't know why.

Her smile was all he could see.

"You're very handsome...?" She tilted her head, inquiring.

The subway tunnel made the train roar around them.

"Jeon Jungkook."

The smile widened. She lifted her left wrist.

"Would you like to, Jungkook?"

His eyes flickered to it. The little square-shaped cake, eat me. Then back to her, heart racing, lowering her right and her left neared, his fingers slowly encircling her wrist, his eyes following the detail of the small crumbles, eat me, the added line shading to make the cake seem fluffed and appetizing, despite having no frosting or other decorations, eat me, the letters that looked almost stamped on her skin, eat me, and then he attached his lips to it, lightly nicking with his teeth, a nibble that flooded his senses with rushing pleasure.

He looked at her through his lashes, licking at her wrist, and she breathed out, unmistakable desire, her fingertips ghosting his cheek.

There was a sudden bloom of light as the train exited the tunnel, rays of overhead lights expanding through the windows, and he pulled back, gasping, holding her hand tightly, suddenly aware of the world around him, people getting up, sound crackling through the intercom, her hand in his and his thigh pressed against hers, the corner of her coffin bag digging into him because he was so close, so close to this stranger with beautiful tattoos and sweet-tasting skin.

The doors opened.

His eyes darted from her to their joined hands, then back to that faint grin playing on her lips, somehow the only thing he seemed to see.

"Coming?"

His other hand closed around his backpack.

They walked out together, hand in hand.

No one paid any attention to them.

Why would they? They had their own lives, hurrying home, pushing past each other, late for something, early for others. Time tick, tick, ticking, frowning at their wristwatches and wondering where the time had gone, an absurd thought, because time was made to provide linear reason to a nonexistent plane that flowed in every direction and preceded all other things, and so you were always late.

Always.

Jungkook stared at the back of her exposed shoulders, her hair pushed to the left, script earring dangling of her right ear, following on her light steps, all while holding her left hand and watching those muscles flex and relax, spellbound by the movement. She weaved through the crowd, slinking in spaces where he didn't think there was space, stopping for a moment to let someone pass, and Jungkook bumped into her back, his body flush to hers. Because of her tall shoes, the height difference was lessened and those long legs meant her ass and his crotch matched up is perfectly when otherwise they wouldn't.

His breath caught in his throat at the contact of softness to his hardness.

"Thank you for waiting."

The old woman smiled gratefully and the younger bowed her head, letting the elder take careful strides to the escalators.

She rolled her hips into Jungkook's jeans and his unbearable, stiff erection slid down his right pant leg, trapped against his inner thigh and layers of fabric, hot and pulsing.

He swallowed hard, releasing his backpack to grip her shoulder, turning his head so his long purple hair shadowed his eyes and cheek, smelling the tea-like scent of her hair. His inked hand stood out against the nakedness of her shoulder. She turned her head and the long earring bumped against his cheek, icy cold to flushed skin.

The images crept into his mind, them sitting on the train and her in his lap, his left hand pressing her head forward, her hair spilling down, neck and shoulders exposed to his waiting mouth, lips to delectable skin, kissing, sucking, biting, his hands sliding down the curves, pushing her legs apart, spreading them wide, his nails sinking into her inner thighs, her ass on his crotch, grinding down. Marks on those shoulders and neck, her mouth open and soft cries tickling his ears, her hands finding his, eat me on top of his left wrist, drink me above his right wrist, his hands sliding down to wet heat, fingertips pressing into drenched, slick fabric.

What was wrong with him?

"Let's walk a little, hm?"

Jungkook had been holding her left with his left. He let go of her shoulder and readjusted his backpack on his, standing behind her, not quite shy, but still shadowing the path she laid for him, his steps in her steps, his breath on her neck as he spoke in this moment.

"I'm not like this, normally."

He wasn't like this, ever.

"Isn't it alright to fall into abnormality to discover what is wild and new?"

His lips brushed the ram earring on her cartilage, gasping lightly as her hips swayed against the front of his pants, instant, hot, radiating friction.

Her fingers that were laced with his stroked the back of his hand.

This train stop connected to an underground mall, still alive with people and open shops. The scent of restaurants cooking away at this busy time made the air heavy and thick, wafting around the crowd, inciting customers to fill their bellies.

"Does it bother you?" she asked, walking through the crowd with feline grace, but there was a playfulness to her movement. She turned back to look at him, smile dancing on her lips.

"Uh... I... I don't know," he admitted truthfully, staring at those lips, feeling them ghosting his inner thigh, long tongue extending and licking his hard, throbbing length from tip to base before pushing it up, making him gasp, tongue swirling around the bottom, wrapping around his balls, soaking them with saliva, her eyes on him, watching, her wrist pressed to the red, aching, leaking head of his cock, pre-cum smearing all over the words, drink me.

"That's odd, Jungkook. Usually people know if they're bothered by something."

His eyes drifted up from her lips to her eyes, little lights that glimmered or maybe it was simply the sparkly lighting of the whimsical shops around them, crammed full of knickknacks and cute things. Something caught his eye in one of the windows – a writing desk, covered in pastel stationery, set up with pens and half-written notes, as if the busy student had just left the desk.

An obsidian raven plush was perched at the corner of the desk, looking down at the mess left behind by an imaginary child dreamt up by sales associates.

He looked back to her right in front of him. Her head was tilted, her body twisted because he was still holding her left hand. In her right, she held her coffin purse.

"It's not you I'm bothered by," he said slowly, realizing that it was the truth as he said it. Despite this woman being completely unfamiliar to him, a riddling enigma, she had done nothing but present him with things to consider.

"I don't understand what's going on in my head."

He let go of her hand.

Underneath these lights and surrounded by passerby that walked around them without a second thought, Jungkook stared into the eyes of the stranger of his memory.

His hand tentatively touched her waist, waiting for her to step back. She stepped forward, into his warmth. His fingers closed, resting snugly on tartan fabric and the waistband of her skirt, the slimmest sliver of skin in between the two articles of clothing.

She smiled.

"You're a little curious, aren't you?"

His middle finger pushed the hem upward, the pad of his finger directly on her skin.

Her lips parted.

Her left hand raised, touching his chest lightly, elegant fingers barely on the fabric, but he felt more, felt those fingers dig into his sweatshirt and clutch it tightly, pulling it up and over his head, his own left hand pressing her chest down, grabbing the bottom of that off-the-shoulder tartan top, his lips on her stomach, hungry kisses, his hands on her skirt, forcing her to hold it up, dragging her panties down as he looked up at her on his knees before leaning to hot, wet nectar, letting it fill his tongue and mouth, the viscous juices sticking to his lips, his cheeks, sweet and tart, so delicious, and he wanted it all, his hands gripping her ass, fingers of her left hand tangling in his hair, pushing him closer, not letting him go until she was satisfied, her wrist surrounded by dark purple stands curling around the words, eat me.

"You have beautiful eyes, Jungkook."

He blinked, the image gone, feeling his neck heat. "R-Really?"

Her hand lifted off his chest and reached up, nearing his face. Her fingers traced the air, hovering.

"The shape. The way it raises in the center and curves down like this," she whispered to his chin, sounding awed. "The inner corner, so sharp and defined. And the color, like freshly brewed black tea cradled in a delicate teacup."

It was the most bizarre love letter to his eyes that he had ever received and, yet, it suited her and tore his heart asunder, beating wildly in his chest, the anxious birds trapped in his ribcage suddenly released, the stinging air of his rushed exhale making him feel strangely detached, as if his head was no longer part of his body.

"Touch me," Jungkook whispered.

Her fingers millimeters from his face, the eat me cake tattoo and his own purple hair shrouding his peripheral vision.

Fingertips pressed to his right cheekbone, caressing it gently.

He started at her lips and he could feel it, her hand encircling his head, lips to lips, heated, all-encompassing kisses that consumed him, his hands on her waist, pulling her on top of him, his hardness pressed to her softness, sliding in between soaked folds, her gasp on his tongue, gripped by her tight walls wrapped around his stiff length as he pushed deeper, his eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, her tongue tracing his open mouth, her teeth nipping on his lower lip, whispering his name in burning ecstasy, rocking her hips to his, surreal pleasure enveloping him, her hands in his hair, moaning onto his chin as she held onto him, his hands clutching her hips, lost in the heat, the softness, the tightness, the sweetness, thrusting up into her pussy, his cock drenched with her, their dragged-out pants echoing as he took her wrists, one by one, pressing eat me, drink me to his lips, his tongue tracing a circle around the words, staring into her eyes, a wonderland he had yet to discover, all in a golden afternoon.

"Jungkook, may I kiss you?"

He blinked, realizing his gaze had landed on her collarbones and shoulders. He raised his head, a smile forming in his lips.

"Please."

She leaned in and he met her halfway, lips to lips, her wispy, contented sigh as they connected, warm and inviting. His hands around her waist, holding her to him, and her hand cupped his jaw, fingers sliding back to tangle in his purple hair, pressing her chest and thighs to his body, tongue flitting against tongue, teasing, and he wasn't like this normally, truly, all of this was absurd on many levels, but the kiss was like being shaken awake, comforting him from head to toe, the sounds of people swirling around them. Laughter, conversation, footsteps going forward.

The kiss broke. She pulled away with a smile, her lips flushed from the contact.

"What's your name?" he asked breathlessly.

She laughed, leaning against him, her fingers playing with his long violet hair.

Her name, formed by her lips and then by his, the beginning of an adventure.

What a curious, curious happening for Jeon Jungkook.

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i'll be honest, it's better off this way | luke hemmings

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hello pals! long time no writing! i know it seems a bit weird to post a luke break up fic just after he got engaged but to be fair, I already had this in the works before the news broke yesterday, so soz not soz. It is kind of a happy break up story though... kind of? this one features lyrics from our song by niall and anne marie that are in italics throughout the piece (you know i love a song lyric incorporation lol) and i’m a bit rusty, so any feedback is welcome! a big shoutout to my dearest @notinthesameguey​ for beta-reading this one for me, you’re a gem blanca! enjoy xo

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings:  mentions of a break up and a car accident/hospitalisation (minor/non-graphic)

(This is a fem reader insert)

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I'll be honest, I'm alright with me

Sunday mornings, in my own bedsheets

The break up with Luke had been easier than you’d first thought. It’d been months of growing apart, feeling like a stranger in your own home, before you finally worked up the nerve to utter those four words: We need to talk. He’d been spending most days and some nights in the studio, and you’d been working overtime at your job too; you were ships in the night who barely had time to say hello and goodbye, let alone have any sort of proper conversation. You’d spent an entire evening rehearsing a script in your head, and as soon as Luke walked through the door and greeted Petunia, you mustered the courage to stand up and speak your truth. 

It turned out that you weren’t alone in feeling stagnant in your relationship, and although you could feel your heart breaking as you said the words, Luke’s hand on your knee was all the gentle reassurance you needed. Just like always, even when your relationship was falling apart, Luke was there for you. And that’s what he promised, that night in the living room. It didn’t make sense for you two to become strangers overnight after 3 years together, but you also both knew that you needed space to grow and heal, and that space needed to happen sooner rather than later. 

You could tell that part of Luke wanted to fight it, wanted to raise his voice, wanted to convince you to stay. But part of Luke also knew that it was time to walk away, no matter how much his heart was feeling like it was being ripped out of his chest, because he did truly love you, and if he loved you, he’d let you go. 

Even though Luke insisted you could stay in the spare room for as long as you liked, it only took a week or so to find a new place. An apartment in KayKay’s building opened up for rent, and thanks to her help, you secured the lease and started moving in as soon as you could. Ashton accompanied you to Ikea and then helped with assembling a new bed and dining table for you, while KayKay helped unpack some of your boxes. You could tell that they were trying to be sensitive, but at the same time were desperate to know what went down in the break up, and after a few slices of pizza and half a bottle of wine, you felt the emotions rushing to the surface.

“It feels dumb to get upset, after all, I was the one who suggested we should break up.” You sniffled, smiling sadly as Ashton handed you a tissue.

“Just because it was something that needed to happen, doesn’t mean you can’t be sad about it. You two shared a lot in the time you were together, it’s only natural that it’s going to take you a while to untangle yourselves from one another and to get your head and heart back on the path that’s right for you.” KayKay spoke softly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

You knew she was right, and the healing would come; it was all part of the rollercoaster of walking away from someone you thought was the love of your life, but had turned out not to be. Time to adjust and find some independence, and re-shape the life you found yourself in until it was the life you wanted. 

But every time I think that I can get you out my head, you never, ever let me forget

Once you’d completely moved out Luke’s house, your reasons to contact him became few and far between. A few occasional texts to advise that he’d let his family know about your split, and a link to a new cafe nearby that he thought was your kind of vibe (and it absolutely was). Everyone in your friendship group was trying their best to help you both cope, but it was hard to avoid the awkwardness that came with a break up of close friends.  

You felt like you were walking on eggshells for a while, so you started to say no to invitations out. You threw yourself into a new work project, and barely replied to any group chats. Whenever your friends called, you had the perfect script rehearsed, about how you were going to be up for promotion, and after the next month or so, you’d have plenty more time for catching up with everyone. You were fairly certain that no-one believed your story, but you were sticking to it nonetheless. You’d seen photos online of Luke out and about with various beautiful women amongst the partying crew, and even though you knew better than to torture yourself with doom-scrolling through the internet, you couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep reminding yourself that it was YOU that wanted the breakup, and that it was for the best. Or something like that.

It was coming to the end of your big project, and the entire office decided to head out for celebratory drinks. You only stayed for a couple, because after a month of overtime you were ready for bed. Your boss took you aside to assure you that the promotion was yours and the new contract would be on your desk on Monday, and as you reassured him you were excited to take on the role, a song playing over the bar’s speakers made you stop in your tracks. You’d spent many a Sunday morning dancing around the kitchen making pancakes with Luke and singing these words; something you’d completely forgotten until this moment. As you stepped outside to await your Uber, the first person you wanted to call with the news was Luke. Your fingers hovered over his name for a good few minutes before your Uber driver honked and broke you out of her trance, and you settled for texting the group chat instead to share your exciting update. Lots of confetti and heart eyes emojis started popping up alongside congratulatory messages, and you let out a giggle when you saw that Luke had sent a photo of Petunia with “congrats!” scrawled across it in purple font. It was the last thing you remembered, before the squealing of tyres and your vision going black. 

Just when I think you're gone, Hear our song on the radio

Just like that, takes me back, To the places we used to go

The rhythmic beeping of the hospital monitors was the first thing you noticed as you stirred awake. The second was a dull pain across your skull, and the third was that your arm was in a sling. Fourth was the large, warm hand that was holding your own and gently squeezing; without opening your eyes, you knew it was Luke’s. You felt too weak to say any words, so instead you tried your best to squeeze back as you slowly opened your eyes. You heard a sharp intake of breath, before Luke’s smiling face came into view.

“Hey there, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” Luke asked, reaching up to gently brush some hair out of your eyes.

“Like I was in a car accident.” You managed to croak out, shooting him a wry smile and earning a laugh in return.

“You are correct, you can pass go, and collect $200. A pretty gnarly accident, the car’s a write-off, but thankfully everyone’s injuries are relatively minor. Some dickhead ran a red light.” You could tell Luke was trying to remain calm, but under the surface he was pissed.

“Not ideal, but at least I get a few days off work.” You joked, grimacing as you tried to sit up. Luke stood and gently maneuvered your pillows to support your back and shoulders better, and you felt a zap of electricity as his hands brushed your arms in passing.

As Luke sat back in the chair next to the bed, you suddenly realised that it was just the two of you in the hospital room. 

“No offence, Hemmo, but what are you doing here? Considering we’re no longer significant others, and all…” You said awkwardly, looking down at your arm sling with sudden great interest.

“Very observant, dear. Glad to see the concussion hasn’t affected your short term memory, I was worried you’d forget me entirely. You did, however, forget to update your emergency contact details, so I guess I was first on the list for the hospital to call. Ash, KayKay and I have been taking shifts but they’re out getting food right now - “ The rest of Luke’s explanation was cut off by a gasp and a cheer at the door, signalling Ashton and KayKay’s return and subsequent delight at you being awake.

The days that followed were uncomfortable physically, but kind of heartwarming emotionally. You got home to your apartment thanks to KayKay’s assistance, and found that your friends had stocked your fridge and freezer full of ready-made meals and your favourite snacks. They’d also made a roster so not a day went by without someone popping in to check on you, although you noticed that Luke never came by. 

Your recovery was slow but steady, and soon enough the doctors gave you the all clear. At this point, it was nearly 6 months since you’d broken up with Luke, and you could feel your mindset shifting. He was no longer the first person you wanted to call with good or bad news, or the first memories that popped into your head when you needed cheering up. It almost felt like… relief? Because for the longest time, even though you knew the break up was for the best, detaching yourself from one another seemed almost in possible after so many years of so many memories. 

I've been waking up alone, I haven't thought of him for days

I'll be honest, It's better off this way

The tipping point came at Calum’s birthday party, a month or so later. Ashton had invited you out for coffee and nonchalantly mentioned that maybe, possibly, well actually extremely likely almost definitely Luke was bringing a date to the gathering at Cal’s house; a girl he’d been seeing for a month or so. Everyone wanted you to be comfortable, and everyone, Cal especially, wanted you to be there, but they also understood if you wanted to avoid any potential awkward encounters with Luke and his new love interest. You assured Ashton that it would be fine, that you honestly weren’t bothered, and laughed off his suggestion of setting you up with a super hot blind date to help level the playing field.

The night came along, and you found yourself stumbling along Calum’s front path in the dark as you tried not to drop the gift you’d bought for him (a new cookbook and a collection of various hot sauces).  “Bloody 5sos and the “no good party starts until 11pm rule”, you muttered to yourself as you almost tripped over again, and you heard an indignant shout that sounded very Ashton-like behind you.

“Oi! Don’t be mad at us, you know that rule has never let us down!” Ashton bellowed, as he came forward with his phone flashlight switched on, KayKay not too far behind him.

“Damn girl, you like fiiiiiine!” KayKay said, letting out a low whistle. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was exaggerating. Your outfit was essentially a denim skirt and a t-shirt - maybe you’d sexed it up a little bit with some thigh high boots, tousled hair and a red lip, but all’s fair in love and war, right?

The three of you made it inside, and a very tipsy Calum greeted you with open arms and a lot of excitement at your gift of hot sauce. It felt so nice to be back with all your friends at a house party, like the old days, and you found yourself stepping out onto the back patio for a moment of quiet reflection and to share some pats with Duke.

You’d exchanged a wave with Luke when you’d entered the house, but hadn’t quite worked up the confidence to go up and speak to him, especially when he had his new girl in close proximity. She looked really friendly, though, and you could tell from the spark in both of their eyes that their relationship was blossoming in the best possible way. Part of you thought you’d be upset about it, but all you truly felt was content. Content in your life as it was, surrounded by friends that loved you just as much as you loved them, and actually quite proud of how far you’d come over the past year. You’d learned to stand on your own two feet, and you’d grown into a much more settled, independent human as a result. 

You were lost in your train of thought when you heard the song change on the speakers inside. Duke’s ears perked up and he licked your hand attentively when you stopped patting him as the song registered - it was your song. Or at least, it used to be. You felt a smile creep onto your face when you remembered the Sunday mornings of pancakes and singalongs, and the smile grew wider when you saw Luke’s girlfriend dragging him onto the dancefloor, much to his (fake) protests. You made eye contact with your kind-hearted, softly-smiling, gentle-eyed ex-boyfriend, and for a split second you saw a flash of concern cross his face. In response, you raised your glass in a cheers and shot him a wink, which earned a smile and a small laugh from Luke before he turned his attention back to the beautiful girl in his arms. You took a sip, and smiled to yourself. It truly was better off this way. 

When I hear it, I just can't stop smiling, I remember you're gone

Baby, it's just a song on the radio, That we used to know

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