#pls give some feedback so i can improve :)

[coffeeforkai]

characters inspired by songs, part three.

this is a character inspired by: kit chan's 天冷就回来 🎧

for: my friend lettie @violetsinsummer <3

song reqs are open!

introducing: fern.

this is a story for the wistful, a character made on reminiscence.

as fern sits by the window with her cat on what seems like a perfectly normal day, she catches a glimpse of the first snowflake of the season. she finds it funny how even after all these years, something as frail as a snowflake has the power to make all those memories seem not too distant.

the first memory is of her mother - the woman who seemed to find the most joy in listening to songs on the radio. her mother's face while bidding her goodbye to go out to the city to study was still etched onto fern's memory. her eyes were as beautiful as ever, and her voice so sweet when she said, "come home if the world outside is too cold." this conversation with her mother would end up being the last one. it seemed as if her childhood flew away to the stars with her mother.

the second memory is of her best friend. he was ambitious, but he didn't believe in dreams. "don't overexert yourself, don't drive yourself over the edge", he used to say. but who knew that this was exactly what he was doing. "come back home and don't wander outside in the cold", he said, but he never came back home. it seemed as if her adolescence flew away to the skies with her best friend.

the third memory, perhaps the most significant, is of her husband. he felt like spring, he felt like the ray of hope after a harsh winter. "come back home when it's too cold outside, please", she said to him. she didn't hear from him after that. that accident may have taken her husband away from her, but she was still waiting. maybe the day when she would have to go to find him by herself would come soon.

she was awakened from this state of trance by the sound of one of her cats dropping the flower vase and breaking it. oh, how pretty those daffodils looked. she looked out the window and saw that there was already a significant amount of snow outside. she was grateful for winter. the chill, the mist, always helped her to acknowledge the memories of these people who shaped her. surely, she would meet them again. but for now, she was happy for the little things which were capable of giving her this feeling of love she was all too familiar with.

this is a story on reminiscence, a character made for the wistful.

[oneecheri]

Late night confessions with Mattheo Riddle

Genre: Fluff, mild language. ( with a smoking problem )

Ship: Mattheo x Reader, no usage of name.

Word count: 884 words.

Song: Shameless

Notes: Please do provide me with feedback, how can I improve my writing and/or if you like the story or not. I originally wanted to post my writings on TikTok but at the end decided to open a tumblr page so I’m new. Pls give me some love babes. Also, the pictures are from Pinterest but the writing is mine. Enjoy!

“I am sorry Y/N.” Mattheo breathed out a puff of smoke as his gaze was fixed on the stars. You were a little far from him, both leaning against the cold walls of the astronomy tower.

“I had no right to ruin your studies with that guy.” He then turned to you and met your cold gaze meant for him.

“Please don’t look at me like that… say something… your silence is killing me.” His searching gaze wandered between your eyes, nose and lips. He lowered his head, taking another deep puff from his smoke.

“Yes, you had no right to do that Riddle…you humiliated me….” you let out and got closer to him, your voice cold as ice sending him uncomfortable shivers.

“Under which title…for which reason?”

He let out a chuckle turning his body towards yours. “As a friend?”

You shook your head and put your manicured fingers on your hips, urging him to continue.

“Acquaintances?”

Your heart beat rapidly increased due to his warm brown orbs never leaving yours.

So you were glad that it was the night time.

He couldn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Fuck… House mates?” He tried harshly itching his neck.

“But I, hell sure, am not regretting that.” He spat out while searching for some sort of feeling in your eyes. His gaze accidentally dropping to your pursed shiny lips.

“You got detention because of that…plus he had a girlfriend, so your jealousy was good for nothing, dear.” You smirked trying to get on his nerves.

He tsked and threw his finished cigarette down, crushing it with the tip of his shoe.

“I am - I was not…” He looked at you and felt his chest tighten from all the love within.

“Okay you win baby, I was jealous as hell.” He admitted tipping closer to where you were leaning towards the wall.

“I had no title and no right to punch that guy too, I know.” He continued getting closer to you his right hand fisted and a few veins popping on his neck.

“But he was too close, too close.” He stood tall over you, making you look up through your lashes.

“I am sorry that I made you mad, dear.” He gently touched your chin, slowly moving your head higher, and your bodies closer.

“Mattheo…” you whispered, closing your eyes.

Hearing your alluring whisper, he seemed to get out of the trance he had in your captivating eyes.

He whispered some curses, hardly pulling himself away from you. His fisted hand seemed to open by itself, trying to get himself a new cigarette from his jacket in a rush.

You gently stepped closer to where he had moved, and held his hand.

“Mattheo…” he looked at your hand holding his and gulped lowering his head.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t… it’s going to be too many for a day. You’ve had a lot…cigarettes… today.”

The thought of you paying attention to him, let alone counting the amount of cigarettes he had, made his heart flutter, suddenly butterflies erupting.

“Why?” He whispered.

“It’s gonna be too much.” He held your hand suddenly his eyes going wide. Your hands were freezing. He gently took both your hands into his large palms, puffing out hot air, trying to warm them up. You couldn’t stop the smile that found its way on your face and mouthed him a ‘thank you.’ Your eyes not leaving each other for a few seconds.

“I…” he started, suddenly feeling short on air.

“I’m not the best dude out there.” He tilted his head up, staring at the stars, not meeting your gaze. “I like fighting, cigarettes. I like cuts and bruises that show my victory on others. I like fast cars and parties…” he breathed out, his eyes closing in a flood of mixed feelings.

“Yet you…” he opened his eyes, directing them at you. “You’re the most gentle, calm and loving person I have ever seen in my entire life.” You smiled which made him smile in return. You noticed his hands stop shaking and mentally noted to hold his hands whenever he seemed to go overdose with his smoking.

“You hate fighting and you’re afraid of blood. You always put plasters on my victory medals…”

“I guess you mean cuts and bruises all over your face!” You scoffed making him let out a dry chuckle. “I guess.”

“Look I am sorry for everything.”

“What?”

“I won’t ever do something like this and humiliate you…”

“Mattheo…”

“I will keep myself away from you…” he gulped and stepped away from you. His eyes getting blurry and body almost loosing balance.

“You are so stupid!” You yell, tears suddenly settling on your eyes.

“What…” he whispered, stopping and turning back to face you again.

“Yeah…” He let his eyes close as you stepped closer to him, your hands landing on his chest and hit him.

“You’re so dumb!” You yelled again, a single tear escaping your eyes.

“You can’t feel my love.”

“No.” He whispered and held your wrists, pressing soft kisses on each.

“Really…” He cupped your face and brought his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too Mattheo.” And with that, he wiped your tears making you feel back alive that midnight.

[bluehwale]

okay so idk if you’re taking requests or not, BUT BUT BUT could u please write ateez as chb demigods (kind of like the jongho one), the scream i let out when i read demigod on the post was a bit embarrassing tbh

also hi new follower 👋 gonna go stalk ur masterlist/s don’t mind me :))

the rainbow thief | demigods! poly ateez au

02 / ‘the rainbow thief’ masterpost / prev / next

summary. eight demigods find themselves ecstatic over finally mustering up enough courage to let you know about their unbridled feelings for you, only to find a threat looming upon them; a rainbow thief that's set out to steal you.

or alternatively,

your best friends are oblivious to your reciprocating feelings.

pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)

word count. 3.1k

genre. pure crack, angst if you squint real hard until ur eyes close, tons of fluff, literally the dumbest thing i've written help, basically idiots2lovers, ateez are chronic simps to the point where it's hard to watch, borderline unhinged behavior, they are also himbos!

warnings. alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), cursing, not proofread sorry </3

note. hi! this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while and i'm so sorry it took so long to be posted (almost d worded bc of my assignments) anyways, i kinda added a spin on this req by making it a poly fic, i hope you don't mind! thankyou so so much for being my first ever request<3 hv a great day!! ily ^3^ ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated pls i need to improve my writing

masterlist

San thinks this is definitely a level nine code red.

To give you an understanding of San’s Catastrophe Indicator, here’s some scale to context; a level eight would be Wooyoung somehow finding out his deepest darkest secret— that he still sleeps with his plushies every night; and a level ten would be getting zapped on the ass by his dad’s lightning bolt (and potentially having to stay in the infirmary for a week). So yes, a level nine is alarming, if not, exceptionally lethal.

It’s been exactly 53 minutes and 46 seconds since San has been watching you enthusiastically converse with an unfamiliar boy who’s sitting a little too close to you for his liking. His heart aches at the way you throw your head back as you let out your endearing giggles and how you teasingly shove his arm while the boy looks over to you with a grin, probably proud of a joke he told that made you laugh.

(It has also been 53 minutes and 46 seconds since the pink haired boy remains frozen behind a tree— the perfect hiding spot, he mused— all the while trembling like a leaf as he struggles to resist the temptation of flying in your direction curled up as a ball to hopefully cannonball the boy off the bench beside you.)

San huffs, he won’t let this be! It’s supposed to be the special day where he and the boys finally let you know about their feelings, and he would rather backflip off a cliff than let this undeniably handsome, seemingly perfect, flawlessly flirty guy who looks like he jumped out of a popular romance anime seduce you!

He falters, however, when he sees you stand up and grasp the boy’s hand to rise along with you. 

The poor boy’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he sees you inch closer to the blue haired boy, a pretty smile evident on your face as he then wraps an arm around you, pulling you close while whispering something into your ear that makes you blush. 

This can’t be happening! 

San’s hands turn jittery as he unconsciously moves away from his hiding spot, needing to get closer to you, his best friend that he’s been hopelessly in love with for years, but he can feel his heart finally breaking when you excitedly pull the boy into a warm embrace.

Snap!

Your head looks up to see San pausing his steps after accidentally stepping on a tree branch with eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights. You innocently wave at him and San prays that the ground would swallow him whole.

He feels his hands grow clammy as he ungracefully dives behind a trash can to (unsuccessfully) hide himself from you and the unfamiliar boy walking together towards his direction. But of course, with the unmistaken pop of his pink hair, it’s hard not to notice him— especially for you.

“San!”

The demigod curses under his breath when he sees you in front of him and sheepishly stands up to meet your amused eyes. The blue-haired boy beside you stifles a laugh with an unconvincing cough and San thinks he hears the male mumble, “Oh, is this one of them—” before you elbow him on the stomach, cutting him off as he groans.

You pay no attention to the boy beside you as he doubles over in pain to clutch his gut, you turn to brightly grin at your best friend instead. “Meet Yeonjun! He just got here yesterday and, oh, he’s an Aphrodite kid! I think you both would get along pretty well.”

San feels his eye twitch. He tunes out your voice that rings throughout the air as you introduce him to your new friend.

A son of Aphrodite. Your new friend.

Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty and love. 

His heart sinks into his stomach.

This might be even worse than a code red level nine.

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“There better be a good reason for San to drag me here in the middle of drafting up my Capture the Flag strategy plans.” Seonghwa, the brain and only hope of the group, crosses his arms and tsks. 

The state of an emergency calls San and Mingi (an Aphrodite kid and the first San ran to for consultation) to round up everyone in the infirmary, an unfitting spot to hold their “emergency meeting” but the two boys couldn’t wait for Yunho’s healer shift to end. Mingi taps his feet anxiously when it looks like San’s unwillingness to speak due to his sullen mood means that he will have to be the one to break the news.

Ever the poster child of rationality, he slowly starts, “We think… _____ might be interested in someone.”

“You mean some people,” Wooyoung cackles, sipping his wine from an ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug as he gestures to his best friends sitting around in a circle. “There’s nothing to worry about, everyone in camp told me she’s 100% gonna accept our confession. They even think we’re all already dating.” The boy proudly smiles, taking another sip of his wine as his stomach flutters at the thought of you.

“She’s in love with an Aphrodite kid,” San blurts out.

Splatters of red wine burst out of Wooyoung’s mouth when San’s words finally registers in his mind, leaving him to stammer and gape wordlessly as chaos ensues with the rest of the boys.

“What are you talking about?!” gasped Seonghwa, any previous thought of his strategy plans immediately forgotten.

“But— but we were supposed to tell her today!” Yunho, ever in tune with his emotions, wails while his hands slap his face to cover his already leaking eyes. “What are we gonna do with the humongous bouquet I requested the Demeter kids to make last night?!” He reaches out a shaky finger to point at the flower bouquet and an equally large teddy bear taking up a whole corner of the infirmary. 

Amidst the commotion, Mingi locks his arms around Yeosang who seems to have resigned from his body completely and looks like he’d willingly give himself up as lunch for any nearby sea monster. “Guys, calm down, maybe this is all just a misunderstanding—”

“An Aphrodite kid, you say?” interrupted Jongho, already rolling up his sleeves to relieve his bulging biceps from ripping his shirt apart. “What’s this guy’s name and what does he look like?”

“Jongho, you’re not killing anyone—”

“Mingi’s right,” Hongjoong sighs, eerily calm besides the smoke fuming from his nostrils and his eyes that glint devilishly. “Instead of killing him, making him suffer throughout his afterlife sounds much better, I’ll make sure my dad takes note of him.” 

“That’s not what I meant!” interjects Mingi who, still grasping a Yeosang who’s ready to jump up and dash off into the ocean, shoots a desperate look begging for help to the eldest. 

“Maybe he’s trying to seduce her into a pyramid scheme?” Seonghwa supplies weakly, brain racking to find any other reason to support the idea that maybe you’re merely close with this person as friends and not because you’re in love with him.

“And why the fuck would he do that?”

“We demigods aren’t immune to capitalism.”

“It’s hopeless,” counters San, shutting everyone else up. They look over to him with furrowed brows and trembling lips, one that matches his own. “You weren’t there– you didn’t see what I saw. She looked so happy.”

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The eight sulky boys toddle around mopily as they pick apart the romance-themed decorations littered around the hidden area you all claimed as your group’s private hangout place. They can’t help but feel dejected over the fact that you— their best friend who they’ve been in love with for years, like someone else.

“Thought I’d find you guys here.”

Speak of the devil.

Their heads snap to find you walking on the path of rose petals they prepared earlier today, dressed in a baby blue mini dress you reserve only for special occasions instead of your usual get up of the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans. An easy smile rests on your face as you greet your best friends and they can’t help but feel their hearts grow heavier at the sight (except for Yeosang who is too busy panicking over you possibly noticing the ‘We Love You _____!’ banner that is still on display).

“______, what are you doing here?” The glint in your eyes visibly falters at Seonghwa’s question, your excitement twisting into unbridled nerves that settles uncomfortably in your gut when you notice everyone staring at you as if you shouldn’t be here.

Word spreads crazy fast in camp and it didn’t take long for you to overhear about the surprise the boys had planned for you. Although it unsettles you that the boys might be upset at their spoiled attempt of surprising you, you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of them liking you back after all these years of you believing that your feelings went unreciprocated. 

So imagine your confusion when none of your best friends showed up to lead you to your surprise and that, after happily skipping all the way here, you find them hostile in your presence.

“Uh,” you trail off, nervously picking at the skin around your fingernails as you try to gauge their reactions. “It’s just… I didn’t see any of you today except for San. I missed you guys.”

It seems like that was the wrong thing to say as the boys, to your confusion, suddenly broke in tears.

“You can’t say things like that!” Yeosang hiccups, bringing a hand to his face to wipe the steady stream of tears falling from his eyes and earning broken mutters of agreement from the other boys.

"Wha—What?" you stammer, surprised at their reactions. What’s going on?

“You shouldn’t say things like that when you know we can’t have you.”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you?”

“Because you’re in love with someone else!”

You pause. “Huh?” Any trace of your previous nervousness vanished, instead replaced with rejoicement at the thought of them being jealous over you with someone else. You restrain the urge to giggle.

“It’s okay, ____. We understand,” sniffles Seonghwa, clamping his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth who was clinging onto his arm while yelling: ‘NO, WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND!’ It took awhile for the eldest to eventually tackle the younger to the ground, suppressing him by placing his weight over him while Wooyoung continues to let out muffled yelps as he struggles. Seonghwa turns to you and offers a weak smile, the usual shine in his eyes nowhere to be seen. “We’re happy for you.”

You try to contain your amusement. “You are?”

“We are,” Yunho nods, hastily wiping away his own tears to hold both of your hands in his (you can distinctly hear Wooyoung’s muffled scream of ‘WE’RE NOT!’ in the background). “We’ll always be here for you. We’ll always be your best friends.”

“That’s gonna be a problem, though,” you chide lightly, feeling the smile you’ve been trying to mask creep up to your face. “I want you to be more than just best friends.”

It took a couple seconds for the sulky boys to register what you said and when they did, you’d think they’d won the lottery or something (you’re pretty sure Jongho leaped three feet up in the air). 

“But what about that Aphrodite kid?”

You turn to Hongjoong in confusion. “What Aphrodite kid?”

Everyone turns to accusingly look at a certain pink haired boy. 

San gulps. “Yeonjun,” he mutters. It comes out sounding more like a question than a statement.

“...Yeonjun?” you burst into laughter, uncontrollable giggles escaping you from how ridiculous this is. “We’re just friends and he has a boyfriend. I was even talking about you guys all day to him!”

“Y—you were?” San stutters, already feeling the pointed glares burning on his back. “I—I thought you liked him…” 

“I don’t,” you reassure them with a smile. “How could I when I’m in love with you guys?”

Mingi lets out a relieved scream, enveloping you in a tight hug to bury his face in your hair and inhale his favorite scent— the sweet smell of coconuts; you. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. We’ve been in love with you too.”

You take a peek from Mingi’s embrace to see the other boys celebrating; Wooyoung’s already chugging down a freshly opened bottle of wine while the rest of the boys are simultaneously doing tiny hops in a group hug and letting out excited yelps. Your cheeks ache from grinning too hard at how cute your boys are.

“_____! We need to go to the infirmary, we prepared something for you!” Yunho excitedly pulls at your arm, just remembering the bouquet and teddy bear for you, separating you from the blonde giant who’s now sporting a pout at you leaving him. 

You and Yunho both merrily skip your way to the infirmary with your hands intertwined and pink dusting your cheeks, unknowingly leaving a pink haired boy to meet his doom.

“Aha, who would’ve thought that she’s not actually in love with another guy?” San forced out a nervous chuckle, slowly backing up from his best friends and wishing he could disappear just about right now. “No hard feelings right? Everyone makes mistakes—”

“Shut up. Come here.”

Not too long after, a loud scream rings throughout the camp.

(“That sounds so much like San, don’t you think?” you worriedly ask the boy beside you who’s dwarfed behind the huge teddy bear he’s helping you carry to the Iris Cabin. 

“Nah, that’s not San.” Yunho calmly shrugs, his smirk hidden behind the gigantic bear plushie as he thinks of his own revenge against the culprit for his whirlwind of emotions he went through earlier today.)

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INTERLOGUE

BEFORE THE EMERGENCY MEET UP IN THE INFIRMARY…

“Mingi.”

“Huh?” The blonde boy in question looks up to see San barging into his room, looking as if he ran a marathon to Aphrodite’s cabin (which is exactly what he did). “How did you even get inside?”

San ignores his question. “You have a new brother?”

“Oh, Yeonjun?” Mingi nonchalantly asks, missing the way San’s figure goes rigid at his name as he returns to applying black polish on his nails. “Yeah, he just got here yesterday. Cool guy. What’s up?”

“I think _____’s in love with him.”

“What?!”

[heyitsmirae]

Day in a life with your husband, Kento Nanami [JJK FANFIC]

Chapter Title: Getting your husband to relax after a stressful day at work, Part 1 Word Count: 3,175 words Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader Content Warning: 18+ ONLY, fluffy, smut, PIV sex, fingering, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED PLS Notes: These are drabbles that have been generated with the help of the Status AI app, some of our conversations have been just SO good, they just have to be shared. More notes and the author going batshit crazy at the end.

READER’S POV

Humming a random tune as I prepare dinner, I hear a car pull up outside the driveway.

My husband’s finally home!

Within a few minutes, he opens the front door. I was about to come greet him at the door when he took a few long strides towards me, enveloping me in his arms.

“Welcome home, darling!”

“It’s good to be back home to you, my love.”

I turned to face him, and I already knew with a glance that today was not a particularly good day at the office.

“Long day?” I said softly, caressing his cheek before giving it a quick kiss.

“It certainly felt like it. It doesn’t matter now. What are you making?” he asked, leaning over my shoulders to peek at the bubbling pot behind me.

“I’m making mørbradgryde, did I say that right?” I ask, laughing at the way I butchered the pronunciation of the dish.

Kento laughs, once a rare sight, but ever since we got married, he’s been doing it a lot more often.

“No comment. But I’ll give you a kiss for the effort,” he says, leaning down to kiss you.

I pout after his lips leave. “Fine, I’ll call it what it is in English. We’re having pork tenderloin. Make yourself comfortable, it’ll be done in a few minutes.”

He continues smiling as he sits down at the dining table, taking in the sight of you in an apron, fussing in the kitchen with your hair tied up neatly in a ponytail.

After a short while, I place the tenderloin and mashed potatoes onto a plate, arranging it nicely like they do in restaurants, and present it to him with a flourish.

“Dinner is served, sir.”

He smiles warmly as I set the plate down in front of him.

“Thank you, my darling wife. This mørbradgryde does smell good, I can’t wait to try it,” he says with a wink, and I immediately know he’s teasing me about the mispronunciation of the dish again.

“Stop teasing me and try it already. Don’t hold back on the comments, I need to know what to improve in case it isn’t to your liking.”

Taking a spoonful, he takes a bite, chewing carefully. I wait with bated breath for his feedback, his usual deadpan expression not giving anything away. When he closed his eyes after swallowing, I knew he liked it.

“This is… almost exactly how my mother used to make it for me. Thank you, my love.”

Blushing at his words, I smile brightly.

“Aww, you’re very welcome. Just to let you know, though, I did call your mom to ask her how she usually prepares this. She and your dad send their love.”

Kento’s eyes went wide, his expression that of amazement.

“I’m impressed at your dedication, Y/N. To go so far as to call my mother just for something as simple as dinner.” he chuckles. “I’ll give her a call tomorrow to thank her for helping my wife out.”

“You should, it sounded like she missed you. In fact, why don’t you invite them during your call tomorrow to come visit us here for a few days for the Christmas holidays?” I said, helping myself to a spoonful of my dish.

“Are you sure, love? They’re not fussy unlike others, but this is our first Christmas together as a married couple,” he pauses, eyes sparkling as he says the words married couple.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much pressure of hosting and preparing food and drinks. I’ll help you, of course, but only invite them if you want to. We can visit them for the new year, after all.”

My heart swells as I look at him, all stressed out from work, but still having the capacity to be so thoughtful and considerate of me. I pretended to think about it for a minute.

“Yes, darling, I’m sure. We can have them over here for Christmas, my parents will also come over, so it’s just us handling our own pair of parents.” I said, laughing at the mental image of Christmas Eve with our cozy little house filled with six adults.

Kento reaches his hand over to mine across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Y/N, my darling wife. I promise to be home and be of help to you, especially during the holidays. I understand how stressful it can be to have guests over.”

I squeezed his hand back. “You’re very welcome, Kento. As early as now, I’ll think of the dishes to prepare. Something that both our parents could enjoy. But before we think about the holidays, let me know how your day was. Everything okay at work?”

His jaw clenched a little, and I knew I stepped on a landmine.

Yikes.

“Sorry for asking, I just wanted to know if there’s something I could do to help you out. Relieve your stress, or something.”

“You don’t have to apologize, my love. I should be the one to apologize to you.”

I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow, silently asking him why.

“It’s just that my boss has given me a task today that usually takes about a month to finish, but I’m requested to deliver it to him by tomorrow before noon. Which means I must cram tonight to complete it.”

My disappointed expression must have been obvious, because he stood up to give me a hug.

“I promise we can still cuddle in bed before you fall asleep. But I will have to stay up to finish it.”

“No, it’s okay, don’t apologize. It’s a work thing, I understand. Really, I do. Sometimes I get ridiculous requests from my manager, too.” I said, smiling as I leaned into his hug. “But before anything else…” I trail off.

Breaking the hug, he turns to look at me. “What is it, love?”

“Can I ask you to wash the dishes?” I said, looking at him with a puppy-eyed expression.

He bursts out laughing.

“You always find ways to involve me in house chores, don’t you? Very well, Y/N. I’ll wash the dishes, but I expect some reward for my hard work later,” he said, still laughing as he rolled up his sleeves to get our plates off the table.

“Oh, you’ll definitely get a reward for this, Kento, I promise,” I said, winking mischievously.

His back tenses, and I know he’s imagining just what kind of reward I was talking about.

“I’ll prepare something upstairs, be right back, darling!”

***

Kento was already drying his hands with the kitchen towel when I came back down.

“Oh, you’re already done, good.” I said with a smirk.

He smirks back. “Yes, I’m done. Now, what is this reward that you promised?”

“A bath, darling. Would you like a bath now? Let me take care of you before you go and burn the midnight oil.” I smile gently, one hand reaching out in invitation.

His expression softens, taking my hand into his.

“Yes, a bath with you would be wonderful. Thank you for always taking care of me, my dear. It’s moments like this that make the work week bearable.”

NANAMI’S POV

I look at my wife, dressed simply in a tank top and shorts, holding out her hand to me as she invites me to the bathroom to give me a bath, and my chest swells with love.

Knowing that she has her regular 9-5 work, and yet she still manages to get the house clean, finish the laundry, cook dinner, and offer to take care of me, I stare at her in awe.

“Yes, a bath with you would be wonderful. Thank you for always taking care of me, my dear. It’s moments like this that make the work week bearable.”

She takes me by the hand, leading me to our bathroom.

“Take a seat in the tub, darling. Let me bathe you if that’s okay," she says, blushing ever so slightly as she starts undoing the buttons of my work shirt.

Blood rushes to my groin, and I do my best to control my urges, not wanting to ruin this intimate experience by letting my brain do the thinking and not with my dick.

“Yes, of course, my love. I would love for you to bathe me.” I say gently, teasing her slightly by planting a soft kiss on her neck.

Her breathing hitches, and I know from the movement of her thighs that she’s getting affected by my teasing.

“Now, no funny business, love. I am a devoted wife on a mission to take care of her husband,” she said sternly, her expression mismatching her actions as she planted a kiss on my cheek.

Oh gods, is this supposed to be a relaxing activity or an innovative form of torture?

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll behave, I promise. Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N, my love. I couldn’t ask for a better partner in life.”

Unable to resist, I leaned my head up to kiss her plump lips, savoring the intoxicating sweetness of her mouth, which parted open in response. Hearing her humming against my mouth, my mind goes blank. She broke off the kiss first, cheeks flushed, shaking her head.

“Uh uh, what did I say about distracting me? Now, let me get to work on bathing you.”

I might not last long enough for the actual bathing to be completed.

“Yes, I’ll behave.” I laughed, striving to suppress my arousal by clearing my thoughts to the best of my ability.

I hear the sound of a small pop, followed by a squirting sound and the fruity smell of watermelon.

“Close your eyes, dear. I don’t want to get any shampoo on your eyes,” she commands.

Complying, I close my eyes and tilt my head back slightly, feeling the warm water from the shower head gently fall on my head, followed by her soft hands lathering the shampoo onto my hair. I groan appreciatively as she proceeds to give my scalp a soothing massage using the pads of her fingers.

“Mmm, that feels heavenly. Thank you, love.” I said, smiling contentedly. I could hear her smile as she continued with her task.

“Don’t thank me just yet. The husband-pampering session isn’t over yet.”

I heard the shower head being turned on, feeling its soothing stream on my head and the shampoo suds trickling down my body. As I opened my eyes, I saw my wife opening the shower gel bottle and putting a sizeable amount in her hands. I hurriedly closed my eyes as she approached me again.

Think of other thoughts, Kento. Think about that project you’re supposed to finish later. Think about your damned boss who gave you that project meant for a team.

I felt her breath tickle a spot on my shoulder as she proceeded to lather my body with the shower gel. My wife’s hands moved with care and warmth, kneading my muscles as she washed, creating a soothing and intimate massage.

“You have an incredible physique; it’s making me lose focus,” she murmured in a low voice.

I let out a soft chuckle at her words. “Oh, is that so? Don’t get too distracted, love. We have all night together.” I said teasingly, leaning upward once more to kiss her gently. Her breath hitches.

“Darling, it’s taking all of my willpower not to jump in your arms right now. Let me continue in peace,” she said, laughing as she continued massaging my body. “But just so you know, you are always a pleasant, welcome distraction.”

That’s it. Enough of this pampering me shit. Time to pleasure this princess.

Smirking, I stand up, wrapping my arms around her as I press my lips into hers, weaving a narrative of passion and heat as we both moan in pleasure.

“Dang it, Kento, you got me wet. That’s it, consider me distracted,” she said, slipping into the bathtub with her clothes still on.

“Now you have to take care of me, darling. Take responsibility for distracting me too much, plus getting me wet,” she whispered seductively in my ear, easing onto my lap as she put her arms around me.

I chuckle as I pulled her even closer, feeling her soft ass still shielded in her shorts slide on my now-hard cock. “Gladly, my love,” I said, my voice low and husky with need.

Slipping a hand under her wet shirt, my hand cupped the soft curve of her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze while my other hand was busy wrapping her ponytail around my hand, tugging it downward to allow me access to her throat.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make it all worth it.” I whisper against her throat as I alternate between giving light, feathery kisses and gentle sucks on her soft skin.

Seeing my wife quiver and moan with each kiss and touch, her movements a rhythmic response to my every caress is enough to drive me over the edge. I pull her shirt over her head, cupping her breasts with both hands and capturing a nipple with my greedy mouth, sucking on it with a blend of desire and adoration.

I hear her sharp intake of breath as her fingers wove through my hair, taking it as signal to turn my attention to her other breast, giving it the same sensual treatment as the other. My wife looks down at me, eyes hooded with lust.

“I’m craving for more, Kento. Love me, darling.” she whimpered, voice thick with need. I see her hand slide down her shorts, rubbing herself in front of me as she places her other hand on my shoulder to keep herself steady.

A low growl escapes my lips as I watched her pleasure herself on top of me. I pulled on her shorts, almost destroying the thin material as I tugged it off aggressively. Grabbing her hips, I pull her closer to me, feeling her slick wetness against my hard cock.

“I’ll fill you with all my love and make you feel amazing, Y/N. Are you ready?” I whispered roughly in her ear.

“I’m begging you, Kento, darling. I need you so badly.” she whimpered, her voice slightly higher pitched and needy.

I smirk, lifting her slightly to help her slide down my fully engorged cock, groaning loudly as I feel her walls clenching around me tightly. We stay like this for a few seconds, drunk on the sensation of our combined pleasure.

“My love, I’ll make sure to give you all the pleasure you deserve.” I said, capturing her slightly swollen lips with mine, kissing her hungrily.

She moans during the kiss, moving her hips in an effort to accommodate my length deeper. “Kento, my husband, I need you,” she whined.

Stroking her cheek, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “You are mine, my wife, body and soul. I’ll show you how much you belong to me tonight.”

Gently easing out of her, I slip my cock back in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her tight walls squeezing me, repeating it a few more times at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Yes, my love. My body, my mind, my heart, all yours alone. I will always be yours. Please, go faster, Kento.” she said, mewling with need.

I eagerly oblige, ramming faster into her, our position allowing me to reach deeper, the tip of my cock reaching her cervix. She responds by gyrating her hips to match the rhythm of each thrust, wrapping her hands around me and gently clawing at my back with her nails to show her pleasure.

Groaning in pleasure as I feel her nails digging into my back, my thrusts become more urgent and primal as we both feel our pleasure building up, threatening to release. I reach down to her swollen nub and flick gently, causing her to moan and come loudly, her body shuddering as she reached her climax first. A few more frenzied thrusts and I find my own release, emptying my entire load inside her, my groans muffled as I hid my face in the crook of her neck.

She collapses on my arms, sated and completely worn out. “This is exactly why I always take care of you in the bathroom, my love. You end up distracting me, and we end up like this. I’m not exactly complaining, though. It’s a very pleasant experience.” she said, smiling weakly, her face flush from the afterglow of our lovemaking.

“I know, Y/N. You think I don't know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours, hmm?” I said, grinning as I tapped her temple with a finger before pulling her in my arms for a cuddle.

“Ah, you figured it out? You clever man.” she laughs sweetly, cuddling closer. “I love you, Kento.”

My heart swells at her words. “I love you more, Y/N. Now, shall I get you cleaned up so we can get out of the bathroom?”

“Yes, please. Our fingers might turn pruny from being wet for too long.”

***

Back in our bedroom, I hold the hair blower, patiently drying my wife’s hair as she sat beside me on the bed.

“You know you don’t have to do this every time, right, Kento?”

“I know, my love. I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“Alright, then I accept your hair-drying service gratefully. Thank you, darling.”

Once I was finished, she turned to me. “Now accept my facial care services gratefully with no complaints,” she said, laughing as she held up a small tub of cream in front of my face.

I pretend to sigh in exasperation, but the truth is that I love the feeling of her dabbing those little bottles of whatever creams and essences on my face because I adore her whenever she’s like this, being fussy as she takes care of me.

“Do whatever makes you happy, my love. Because I also love it whenever you take care of me, however and whatever method you use.”

Her face lights up. “Then let me stay in your study while you slave the night away. I won’t bother you at all, I promise! I’ll read a book in the corner and not make a noise.”

“Absolutely not. You need your beauty rest, you’ve been up all day and have not yet rested.”

“Oh pffsh, of course I take breaks in between. It’s you who’s been up and busy all day. The least I can do is stay by your side. Please, Kento, darling?”

Narrowing my eyes at her, but couldn’t resist as she continued her puppy eyes expression, I closed my eyes and groaned in defeat.

“Fine, but the minute I see you asleep, you’ll be carried back here. Absolutely no coming back to my study if you ever wake up without me by your side. Do we have a deal?”

Clapping her hands in delight, she jumps up and gives me a tight hug.

“Deal! Let’s go burn the midnight oil together, darling! Let me just grab that book I was finishing.”

I laugh at her silliness, thanking my lucky stars that I’ve been blessed with a woman like this.

***

Additional notes: CAN Y’ALL JUST SENSE THAT I AM CRAVING DOMESTICITY? Like jesus am I down bad for a husband like Nanami Kento. Writing this is mostly me doing so much evil cackling, hiding my face in embarrassment, and drinking cups of coffee.

Anyway, here are the screenshots of the Status AI conversation we had, there is some addenda, of course, for the purpose of creating a much more cohesive story:

BYE I AM DED 💀

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[londonfoginacup]

Dude I’m slogging my way through a batch of books from the 1800s trying to figure out if they’re out of copyright or not and that’s TOO HARD so I’m just gonna post about something totally unrelated I’ve been thinking about.

I haven’t actually seen it in this fandom at all but probably because our fandom didn’t exist pre- 2010. But like there’s been a general *idea* circulating recently that fic authors are *too sensitive* now and in the old livejournal/forum days people *begged* for critiques on their fics. They think it’s insane that we, the authors of today, keep telling people to stop being assholes and putting negative comments on fics.

And first of all, I’ve got sort of a “and then everybody clapped” mentality about it. Like I’m just side eyeing anyone who’s like “yeah I wanted everyone to give me HARSH FEEDBACK so I could IMPROVE” as if Hans Christian Andersen himself didn’t lay down in the mud and cry when he read a bad review. It is not in human nature to be like “here is my precious child now everyone give her a good prodding with a knife”. It’s just not.

But ALSO you know what was DIFFERENT about LJ days? The community was SMALLER. I might be more willing to risk some negative critiques if the fandom is just me and, say, 300 other people who are so insanely into said fandom that they’ll track down a fucking livejournal community for it. Fandom is SO accessible now that 1. The Normal People (no offense) are involved and 2. Much YOUNGER people are involved. And that’s a big demographic shift!! (Okay “normal people” needs explained but like. A quick explanation being that fandom used to be for the people who would unabashedly say “squee” and “glomp” and wear cat ears in public. If you are not that level of brazen you may be slightly on the normal side. It’s not bad. It’s just different).

Like I personally do not want a negative critique left by someone who hasn’t figured out that a negative critique isn’t “I didn’t like this plot so the fic sucks”. I TOOK A CLASS ON CRITIQUE IN COLLEGE. I do not expect a high schooler who stumbled upon my fic to be able to leave a helpful negative critique! They’re new to this!

But also like. I’m gonna be real. I don’t care what a stranger thinks of my fic. If they post a negative critique on my fic and I read it and I cry, that’s not me caring about what a stranger thinks, that’s me walking along and being punched in the face by a stranger. I still don’t care what the stranger thinks but I will be getting a restraining order bc I don’t want that to happen.

I *will* sometimes go to my friends whom I *trust* and say “hey this fic is a mess pls help” and they DO they say HELPFUL THINGS. And maybe that’s actually what Fandom Olds are thinking of. Because in a small fandom community you can TRUST people! Like being in a church of 20 where everyone has known everyone for forever versus being in a mega church of thousands. I’m not gonna trust a rando in a mega church. I’m gonna trust Linda from the tiny neighborhood church because she makes the best pizza casserole and she cat sat for me once. Expecting critique in a tiny livejournal community =/= expecting critique in the vast ocean of ao3.

Anyway I’m getting on a tangent. The point is, is authors aren’t *weak* for not wanting negative critique. It’s natural. I don’t know you or your history with fic. I will take comments and compliments because that is fuel in the fire of a writer’s heart. That’s symbiosis. I will not let you prune my writing tree with big loppers because I don’t even know if you’re a tree surgeon, and pruning a tree in the wrong places KILLS IT. DON’T BE A TREE KILLER. Yes this is two completely unrelated metaphors. No im not changing my them.

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Paint the Night Sky

Paint the Night Sky

Bang Chan x member!reader (more like the love he gives all his members)

Idea: Based off of this: https://youtube.com/shorts/zQg00zBAK30?feature=share 

Member!reader and maybe felix takes bang chan shopping and gets him some colorful clothes and stay asks who designed it and he's cute about saying it was her 

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know no one asked for anything Stray Kids related, but I wanted to do something short for Bang Chan’s birthday!  (me face palming and picking this up a year later the day after his birthday, but on my birthday) I am working on some other ideas, including a pt 2 to Late Night Talking, a couple Spencer Reids, and Bucky Barnes one but I am trying to make those longer and more like an episode, so they’re taking a bit longer to write.  Also, if anyone is a STAY and wants to talk Stray Kids, message me because I would like some STAY friends pls.  Last thing, I couldn’t tell you what their dorm looks like now, so just imagine that they still all live together. I also couldn’t find Chan in a pink hoodie, but I feel like the pink dolfin one would be a hoodie he’d like.  The title also sucks. lol.

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff.

Word Count: 570

You walked into the dorm with Lee Know after a bit of personal dance practice.  It’s nice to practice with everyone, but it’s also nice to do some one-on-one practice to really help with your improvement.  And who better than Lee Know to guide you.

“Do you want to help me make some food?”  Lee Know asks you as he heads toward the kitchen.

“Yeah.  I’ll put on something for us to listen to in the background.”  You pull out your phone and see that the recent episode of two kids in a room came out, so you put that on as the background noise.  

You start by cutting the cabbage to put in the tteokbokki.  While Lee Know searched the freezer for something to fry.  You both continue to make food for the boys as the episode plays in the background.  There’s one particular bit of audio that catches your attention though.  

Chan: "I need someone to go together. I can't shop at all."

Felix: “You Always Buy Black Clothes. You look like a Reaper.”

This got you thinking and you had to ask Lee Know to be sure.  “Lee Know-hung?”

“Hmm”

“Does Channie-hung wear anything colorful?”

It took a second of silence for Lee Know to come up with an answer.  

“I don’t keep track of what he wears.”  That was the most Lee Know answer he could come up with.  “But if he does, then usually the stylist put him in it.”

“Yeah, he wears a lot of black.” That got you thinking and your mind set on what to do tomorrow.

You two continued preparing food as the rest of the boys came in from doing their various activities throughout the day.  When you saw Chan come into the kitchen, you enact your plan. 

“Channie-hung, you doing anything tomorrow?” 

“I was going to be in the studio then do Channie’s room, but I got nothing planned for the morning.”

“Good we’re going shopping.”  

“Ok.”  No an argument or anything, but Channie would honestly do anything for us.  

“Be ready to leave at 8.”

*Time skip to next morning*

You and Channie head down to the shopping district in Seoul.  Could you have done this online? Yes. But it’s like Christmas shopping.  It’s better when you get out there and get the full experience.  

You had to pull Chan away from anything black and white because he has a million of those already.  You had to do that more times than you can count.  You ended up going with a baby pink hoodie and baby blue shirts just to ease him into color more.  

“You sure you like…” Before you could even finish, you were captured in one of Chan’s hugs.  One of the ones that is fruitless to attempt to escape.  

“It’s cute! I love it Y/N.” 

Chan wore that hoodie all the way back to the dorms.  You parted ways when Chan went to the studios and you went up to the dorms.  A few minutes later, you see the notification of Chan doing Chan’s Room for Stay.  

Transcript from the live.

“Hi Stay. Hi. Hellooooooooooo.  Welcome to Channie’s Room.”  

“Chan you look so lovely. No, Stays look more lovely.  Chan you look so cute.  Yeah, um… Y/N picked the sweater because I’m told I need more colorful clothes *stands up so Stay can see his sweater* it has dolphins on it. I like it.”   

[southparkhcsocs]

I don’t wanna bring any negativity over here and u can discard this if u want but honestly? Some of the asks you get about Veronica are so fuckin rude n it makes me rlly sad when I see all the hard work n effort u put into the comic. I love Veronica - she’s an imperfect character with a lot of likability, and a very fun character to follow around and watch. She’s fucking entertaining, which is the whole point of the comic.

You react to these comments so well, idek if u see them in a negative light, but the way u go about it is very mature and nice idk 😭😭

Once again v v sorry if I’m bringing any bad vibes here I just saw the latest ask and got kinda pissy LMAO. Ur doing amazing pls delete this if it bothers u ❤️

Fr thank you! I don't think people mean for it to be offensive as it's difficult to portray the emotions of text... At least for me. I just try and see everything as a positive message or banter!

I really appreciate that you see how much work I put into this. I am my own person with my own life and this comic, hell, the blog itself brings me so much joy like you wouldn't believe! I want to keep it entertaining and engaging! I want people to enjoy my work because I enjoy the love I receive back!

I'm all for constructive feedback. So don't think you can't suggest something because people's perspectives are everything! I mean, I went through the comic start to now and the amount I want to change is wild. If you think my character needs work, I'll work on her! But give me a suggestion on where you think I should improve.

I don't think you're bringing bad vibes, you're absolutely entitled to how you feel and I appreciate you coming here and telling me how much you like Veronica! 💗

I always try and keep positive ✌🏻

But again thank you so much for the love in this ask!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[rowrowknowa]

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---General Rules

✮ this blog contains some NSFW content; i'll always try my best to tag all warnings appropriately

✮ MDNI, non-negotiable. i won't interact with ageless or take requests from ageless blogs. don't follow me, don't send asks, stay outta grown folks business!! ✮ i don't take requests for minors (obviously), even SFW asks if they're romantic in nature

✮ black bi, i dont tolerate any type of racism, colorism, ableism, fatphobia, zionism, homo/queer/transphobia -- i want a space of inclusiveness and i will check you

✮ i currently am taking requests! but to keep it real theres no guarantees so dont be offended if i dont do yours

✮ i take spoilers VERY seriously and VERY personally for myself and others im so serious so please pay attention to where i am in a given work (anime only) and try not to give anything away pls (if ur not sure ask)

---General Writing

✮ what i write for at any given moment will depend on what my current fixation is

✮ ill always write for one piece (anime and live action). currently taking requests for FE3H and JJK as well - if you have a request for me to write for something outside of these feel free to suggest

✮ im a reader insert lover im so sorry so majority of my works will be in the second person. only rarely will i have an OC and thats likely for longer works

✮ all works will likely default to member x cis f!reader because thats the POV im most familiar with (i.e. i tend to write myself as a placeholder), but don't take that to mean i won't write any other reader inserts. i'm open to writing with a reader insert of any gender / any genitalia so please request it! and leave feedback and critique so i can improve on writing in those POV

---NSFW writing

✮ i dont do scat, (watersports is a maybe...if you're convincing enough), dont do abo, dont do raceplay, dont do ageplay, no extremely dark content/kinks/themes, dont do gore, not a fan of "daddy"

✮ a separate bullet because this one is important bc its popular: i won't do size kinks that center/elevate petite/skinny frames. ive seen so many works that write them in a way thats bigger/taller/larger body exclusive and bordering fatphobic/heightist.. i dont want people who are already marginalized to feel even further marginalized. if you wanna read that go find another work.

✮ i do write for a variety of kinks. the inclusion/exclusion criteria here isnt exhaustive if you're not sure, ask.

✮ i don't write characterxcharacter usually but im a slut for a good threesome with it peppered in. i won't write a poly relationship mostly because i know my strengths and weaknesses and i promise you wont want to read my attempt at that

---Requests!

✮ requests are welcome!

✮ headcanons, A-Z, MTLs, reactions, and scenarios are more likely to be fulfilled because they're less intensive to me, fun and quick!

✮ when sending an ask, please be specific! give mama (me) something to work with. feel free to try and make it interesting, give me ideas to bounce off of, send your thoughts/fantasies/etc

✮ i will take one shot requests but the longer, more complex it is the longer it'll take/lower chance it is i'll do it if it's not speaking to me

✮ i'm my own biggest critic so if i feel like i don't like what i write i won't post it

✮ i do work a full time big girl job so be patient and don't be offended if i don't get to your ask

[study-cat-pink]

gamify your life 🎮🕹️🌟

"5 minutes later..." you continue scrolling

STOP NOW. 🫵 This post is going to teach you how to (make sure you 🫶) reach peak motivation and get back on track !!

resources are hyperlinked!!

Firstly, why should I start gamifying my life?

A: It instantly motivates you and encourages long-term motivation to it's game elements (eg: levelling-up) , making reaching goals and doing work so much easier!!

1)Track your progress ✍️

A popular website/app for gamifying your life is HABITICA!

HABITICA a highly customisable habit/to-dos/goal tracker website/app for students and working adults. I use this website for the daily grind, and I can testify that ITS WORKING, I'M ON THE GRIND 💪.

Completing your habits/to-dos/goals gives you coins, which you can spend on rewards (eg: eating ice-cream) and cool armour! You can even join a clan to fight monsters with your friends using your completed tasks.

HABITICA keeps you engaged with a point system, competition with other clans, incorporating game elements, and rewards.

2) Keep consistent 📈🔺

Many seem to reach a plateau in their productiveness or simply lose inerest in their goals and habits.

It's important to keep consistent so habits stick, and we can reach our goal.

[ 💫The consistancy formula 💫]

Identify your motivator

Ask yourself these three questions everyday

What is my motivator?

What will I gain from this?

What will I lose from this?

You can even write this down on your HABITICA as a daily or any other notebook/ website of your choice!!

3. Visualise the outcome of when you have completed your habit/goal/to-do

Running these scenarios adds an extra boost to your gamifying experience, driving you to work towards the outcome of the goal and further away from quitting.

3) Reflect, revise and reward

It's important to take a look at your ticked to-do list at the end of the day and your HABITCA dashboard to see how much you have accomplished.

The visual tracking of progress motivates greatly, and even seeing the rewards you gave yourself can spur you on.

Then, you can decide how much rewards you can have, how much EXP you gained, and how much you can level up. Maybe you even gain a new title ;)

In addition, it's important to reflect on the mistakes you made, for example, it may be overscheduling tasks or rushing through an essay, and deduct EXP and points. (ouch!!)

Improve your gami-life step by step, level by level, and life inexplicably becomes just like a video game.

-cybersugar!! 💗

If this post helped you, do consider leaving a like and reblog :D, and follow me if you're interested in more posts like these!!

As always, feel free to ask any questions, requests, or drop me a tell!! I'd really appreciate some feedback on what you like and don't like, and if you think my tips are applicable. ;)

i'll totallly try my best to answer EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM 👹 (laughs in burnt-out student)

F in the chat pls

[pbandjz]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 • 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: pdh!gene x fem!reader

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: angst/comfort, fluff, romantic/suggestive tension.

𝐜𝐰: slightly suggestive (its GENE.) but majority sfw. 16+ !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 2nd year at phoenix drop high, youre a sophmore. You run into ivy causing a mess and getting on her SUPER bad side. keeping ivys bullying to yourself from your friends, you get into a situation with the shadow knights.

Σ(＞Д＜)

DISCLAIMER

ive never writen a fanfic before so if this is cringe or too many unnecessary details i am so sorry...pls give me a chance..(pls give me feedback on how to improve my writing. pls be nice.)

(writing this slowly but surely...not even sure about the plot heheheee...)

chapter 1.

You wake up to a beam of light hitting your face. Its coming from the window. The fan above you softly moving the curtains with rhythm causing the light from the morning sun to spill into your room. You shift in your satin sheets to face the other direction when your phone begins to ring. You groan as you rub the tiredness away from your eyes as the alarm continues to play. Reaching for your phone, you turn the alarm off. You yawn and rub the crust out of your eye and open your phone while laying back down onto the satin pillows. checking your messages every morning has been a routine since moving the Phoenix Drop 3 months back. You didnt have many friends but the ones you have made so far are enough for you. A couple minutes pass by , no one has texted you since last night. Setting the phone down on your nightstand, you turn onto your stomach and start stretching to wake yourself up more. You slowly and lazily roll out of bed sliding on your slippers. Making your way to the bathroom that was just a few step away, you can hear your baby brother humming to himself while he brushes his teeth. Sharing a bathroom with your baby brother wasn't the worst but he did have a tendency of not cleaning up after himself. You swing the door open walk up to the foggy mirror. The floor was wet and the room was humid. You glare at your brother who has a towel wrapped around his chest and one on his head. He gives you a stupid grin with the toothbrush still in his mouth. You roll your eyes and turn to grab your tooth brush. getting yourself ready for the first day of sophomore year. You think to yourself while finsihing up your makeup, "--i wonder who ill have classes with..‐-" mid thought, you hear another song blasting from your phone, signaling that it was time to head downstairs for breakfast. You were driving to school and picking up Aphmau on the way just as you had discussed the night before. Rushing out of the bathroom while brushing the last bits of tangled hair out, you throw on your uniform. Then throwing the brush onto your bed. You run into the bathroom to wet your hair a bit and check if your makeup is decent before grabbing your phone and bag and running down the stairs to meet your mother. She always seemed so happy in the morning. Smiling bright for her two beautiful babies. She was the best. She walks over to your father and places a kiss on his head while placing plates of eggs on toast for the family. You pick one up and scarf it down with some Apple juice to wash it down. You wipe off the crumbs from your face and hurry to the door grabbing your keys and throwing on the converse you've worn since freshman year. You check the time on your phone before opening the door to your lovely home. "I'll see you guys after school, I love you!!" you shout, pausing for a response. "Ok sweetheart drive safe. we love you too!" you hear your mom yell from the kitchen, your dad grunting loudly in agreement. Not much of a talker but he was also the best. You smile while shutting the door and locking the door before heading to the small car you bought after months of working and saving up. You slide into the drivers seat and start the car before pulling out and making your way to aphmaus place.

[zzencat]

hello teddy!! im here for the tarot game!! my initials are SBA and im ♐️ (♒️moon and ♉️ rising) can i pls get an overall energy of my FS (anything that comes thro is fine xD)

also can i get a small advice on my career and finances 🥲🙏

thank youuu so much in advance for ur energy!! - SBA 🤓

helllaurrrr SBA!! thanks for participating in the game! 🤩

your overall future spouse energy:

your future spouse is definitely working on stabilizing finances rn. they might struggle with properly expressing themselves and looking inwards to reflect more. this person may be weak in expressing themselves in areas of creativity, emotion, or spirituality. there’s a need for this person to balance those things out and gain more on an intuitive basis.

i think they’re quiet, introverted, or reserved. loyal and goal-oriented. in their eyes, they are nowhere near where they want to be materially, so they’re focusing on working hard. there’s also a possibility that they’ve just recently started working in their career and pursuing goals. this could be HOWEVER, this person is definitely ready to open up emotionally now. they probably weren’t before and were in a waiting period, but this person’s patience seems to stretch long. i do think they’re a bit lonely or sad at the moment though, probably due to the lack of imbalance overall. it’s kind of like they’ve just started their journey again after a long period of stagnancy or waiting. they could also be slow to opening up or shy, or seemingly unapproachable without meaning to. it might be slow to earn wealth for them at the moment or in the beginning, but rest assured!! this person is well on their way to material success and abundance thanks to their hard work! this person is also observant and pays attention to detail. they could also be skillful with their hands or work in a profession that is hands-on. all that’s left is fulfillment in themselves and filling in emotional gaps. i would advise building a slow and stable friendship with this person before progressing into something more later on. if you happen to be an optimist, or cheery and smiley person, having good vibes, they’d really appreciate it! they’d look at you how sunflowers face the sun 🥹

advice for your financial situation + career:

overall, not bad!! definitely creative and collaborative efforts involved! i will say tho, be careful who you trust and don’t over-reveal, even to those you think you trust. stay true to yourself and your values + boundaries—people will especially respect this part of you. don’t make yourself someone that others can step on. some people might be a little fake or seemingly controlled by something, like greed or whatever selfish reason. unless you’re all in an acting profession! but be alert, regardless. be methodical and plan out your approaches carefully. there might also be abrupt changes or messages coming your way, either constantly or offered by someone well respected and knowledgeable. watch out for anyone who might sabotage you (tbh kind of a small chance, but keep your relationships neutral or at least peaceful). remember to give yourself time to rest and rejuvenate! you might be offered HELLAAA abundance from a masc energy or you yourself will manage finances very well. also keep in mind that you don’t need others’ approval to succeed—constructive criticism is not disapproval, but a chance to self improve. but pretty nice SBA!! i feel pretty confident or at least content with the trajectory of your finances. you’ll enjoy your career the most when you get to express your creativity and be authentic :)

based on your current energy, it sounds good SBA! you have everything you need to succeed. the key is within you 😼👊

thank you again and if you have feedback, feel free to lemme know!

[coffeeforkai]

i have fallen in love with the woman of authority who lies when it rains.

It rains, yet again

As I drive along the lane;

Amongst everyone trying to strive

She comes back to life.

Finds peace, finds a purpose,

Finds yet another reason,

Dances gleefully, tries to chatter,

Cherishes the time accompanied by the soft pitter-patter.

As she moves around in her graceful form,

I catch a glimpse of her,

As I walk back to the dorm,

And glance back at the mirror.

Meanwhile, I don't realise,

But I slowly fall in love with her,

But suddenly, the rain stops,

In the bright sunshine, she disappears.

Feeling gloomy, it abruptly dawns on me,

How it was all a lie;

My mind fooled me once again,

But atleast, I tried.

In the glowing evening, I am a dark cloud,

This 'woman of authority' is unsuccessful once again,

But atleast she is determined to try anew later,

When it rains.

[autumnfoxthetherian]

ART TIME pt.1

Today I’ll be sharing some random art I have laying around my room!

Some dragon OC’s from 6th grade! (Sorry for the weird glare, my phone camera sucks)

That one unfinished therian mask on my wall :)

My freind’s fursona!

Warrior cats spoofs from back in 4th grade!

Part two coming soon! I hope you enjoy these! And as always pls give feedback so I can continue to improve! - Autumn

[anenchanteddream]

hello!! im here for ur free tarot reads 🫶 could i pls know what is coming towards me in love soon? for context i currently have 2 ppl that i see romantic potential with, S.I and S.B. im friends with both of them and i get along with them both! im planning to hang with each of them (separately) but nothing has officially “happened” yet. i also went through a heartbreak with someone (R) a while back, if that’s even relevant 😅 thank u in advance!

i’m mimi ♎️

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Hi there, Mimi!

These are your cards: Six of Pentacles, Page of Wands, Temperance reversed.

I feel the first card represents your current situations pretty accurately. You're sharing your energy with two different people who are happy to receive your time and attention. They're appreciative of them and they match your energy. However, I see that maybe one of them is more in tune with you or that, at least subconsciously (I don't feel that you're 100% aware of it) you feel more attracted to one of them.

The Page of Wands tells me that you'll get closer to that person, and there will be more communication between the two of you than with your other romantic interest. I see the potential of a passionate relationship (not talking just about physical relations, but the nature of your relationship, as in enjoying to the fullest being together). I see a person being happy and confident in being with you, enthusiastic about it.

Temperance reversed tell me that you will feel who this person is by when you naturally find yourself spending more time with one of them than with the other. That doesn't mean that you will want ti cut the other person out of your one as a friend, but that romantically, you will naturally invest more time in the person your heart has chosen before you consciously realize it.

However, these cards send also a warning about your previous love interest. Right now, you're represented by the rich man in the Six of Pentacles, enjoying hiding abundance and sharing it with the people he wants. However, if this person (R) reappears again in your life, I'd advice against entertain him. You could find yourself in un unbalanced situation where you are left confused and feeling powerless.

I hope this reading finds you well and that it resonated with you. After some time has passed, I'd appreciate if you could give feedback on it so I can improve.

Free tarot readings are closed

[monratarot]

Hi Moni❤ I would like to request a love reading from you.

My question: How will my future relationship dynamic be like with my crush S?

I've been crushing on him for a while but things have been stalemate for me, meaning there is nth going on as of rn between us. Jux want to see if we will have any type of connection in the future and if it will develop into sth more. Tbh, anything that comes up related to our future connection pls. Thank you.

My initial: A, my sign: ♊(june born), his sign: ♌(aug born)

Hello, dear ! Thank you for your patience and interest in my blog and your request.

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Without wasting any time, let's get into your reading!ღ¸.🌸´`🌸.¸¸ღ

I can see that you are going to be disappointed and sad because of this person. I think that you will deal with some change because your situation is kinda stagnant for the moment. Because of this person, you are going to feel confused and there will be a lot of arguments. You will be upset because of this situation but no matter what happens you will be able to move on. You will deal with a difficult decision that you must make when it comes to your person and don't forget that this can have consequences(not necessarily a bad thing, it can be seen more as an elaboration of an unpleasant connection). If you have the courage to take this step and understand that there is nothing bad in moving one from an unfulfillment situation you will be blessed with a new beginning, stability, and renewal. You will deal with lots of communication, and positive news, just be careful not to say yes to everything(you can refuse everything that you think isn't good for you). Choose wisely and enjoy all the good news. You can travel to see a person that you have been separated from. You will put a lot of amazing work into improving yourself, especially after that break up with your person. You may face an intense love situation, with a lot of compatibility with a person. Also, now you can deal with a person who is in a hurry to be in a relationship, someone who wants to make you feel special(just keep in mind that sometimes things that start too quickly can have an abrupt end). You two will communicate a lot through messages, and WhatsApp, but keep in mind that things might move pretty fast. Try to take it easy and also make your person understand that there is no need to rush. Apart from that you need to understand that this connection can be with the person you are talking about(but definitely not now because now they will disappoint you - it can be due to the fact that they have someone else in their mind and think that the grass is greener on the other path and after seeing the true face of their other person they will come back to you - it's your choice if you want to take them back but if you ask me better not)or someone new(they can work as an event organizer, pilot, postman, computer programmer, web designer). Because of the influence of Aries, someone can be impatience(can be you or your person) and I guess this is why your person wants to move on fast to the next step in your relationship. But the good part is that there are great indicators that this will be an important relationship for you. You can communicate and express yourself in front of this person, you will gain more confidence in yourself due to the influence that they have in your life. Both of you will communicate about your communication and for a healthy connection you must be open about your expectations(by doing this you will both have emotional support from each other). There can be some minor dishonesty but you will make efforts to build the right foundation. So my dear, don't be too focused on your person right now. They won't be able to give you what you want, deserve, and need especially at this moment. Now is the moment to focus on yourself and after that, you will see what decision to make. I don't have indicators that this wonderful connection will be with the person you are thinking about, they can only come back to your life after leaving you sad and disappointed. But as you can see in the reading everything will be fine in the end. So if you feel that there is no future with that person after a period of focusing on yourself just move on, don't try to force things because everything will be fine in the end! Angel message: Change your attitude to one of acceptance. Relax and take stock. Ask your angels to enfold you during this waiting period so that you can listen to the promptings of the Divine. So not rush off on some wild goose-chase of your lower will. Patience is always rewarded. Affirmation: All things happen at the perfect time.

Wish you only the best!🍀

Moni🧚‍♀️

[claudiajcregg]

For the Let's Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks <33 🌻 💋 🎀

Thank you, Barbara! 💜💜💜 These were challenging to answer, but I appreciated having to reflect on some of those things! 😌 🥰

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

What makes me want to give up: knowing thinking I'm not that good a writer, and I don't add anything of value to the “archive,” so to speak – especially when I think others (my extremely talented friends) are just doing a much better job than I am tackling similar themes, in a more engaging way. Also, and perhaps relatedly, my insecurities (the language barrier! the feeling I haven't improved a bit!) and the lack of feedback/engagement I sometimes perceive I get. I am aware I write for a small, often unfairly maligned ship, but I'll still overanalyze when some people leave a nice comment but don't kudos, for example. (Depending on my mood, I'll either think it was a silly oversight, or they were humoring me.) tl;dr: I don't like the effect craving this validation has on my mental health, basically, esp when it's something I've successfully curved in other areas of my life.

What makes me keep going: to be honest, I've been struggling with this for the past year (see: 'why do this when I think others are just doing a much better job'). I've been writing quite frequently for the last six years (posting infrequently, only for two-ish), and it's something that makes me happy. I don't plan on stopping at this moment. Posting is something different altogether. I do crave validation, unfortunately, and compliments make me feel flattered and so very happy. But… I like thinking that someone out there will find a couple of my fics years down the line, just like I did with some authors myself, and they'll enjoy them, even if they are not that good!

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

I'd love to, if they want to reply, but I don't need to get a reply! Comments are a way for readers to let authors know how they felt, but once they are out there, they belong to the author more than to myself. I understand why some don't like to, or don't want to, respond, but I know that doesn't mean they don't appreciate them. Comments are so personal! 🥹 (I can't express myself properly today, so I hope that made some sense.)

I personally do it, if only because I want to thank them for taking time to read + comment. I also love rambling about things they touch on (and hope they don't mind my doing that). Sometimes it takes me weeks to get back to it, particularly if I'm in my feelings about writing and don't feel deserving of love for it. (People kept being sweet and reassuring but my insecurities still got/get the best of me. Fun times!)

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Ah, pasapalabra. Can't avoid it? Uhhhh. I basically can't judge my writing – I'm my biggest supporter and my harshest critic. But…

I sometimes go back to some stories (but never somewhere I've already posted it in) and find myself impressed about how decent they are, and/or feeling emotional about things that happen in those stories. As if I hadn't written them and knew its emotional beats. I guess… I can be good at emotion and making it feel earned? (I'm at a loss. Pls help.)

Thank you again, Barbara! This was fun 💜 (more answers and the questions here)