#slug in a turtleneck

[scribjellyfish]

slug in a turtleneck 2!!!

[bacchanyalia]

hiiiiiiieeeee

[st-kitten]

707 pt.4 christmas special

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WARNINGS: soft toji... (we all deserve it), choking, hickeys

NEXT PART COMING SOON: SMUTTIEST SMUTTY SMUT SMUTTIER THAN SMUT HAS EVER SMUTTED (hopefully)

you stood in your kitchen, making hot chocolate for yourself and megumi upon his insistence. it was early evening and megumi had woken toji up from his five hour long nap to ask him to play. and like a moody man, he dropped him off at your house, going back to bed.

so, after an hour of sketching with him and letting him play on one of your guitars, you placed him on the kitchen counter. megumi latched onto you like a slug until you agreed to make him hot chocolate. he looked at you with so much love. you had been a welcome surprise for him. he adored how you let him be himself unconditionally. you encouraged his hobbies, helped him find new ones, and you never forced him to behave. you had become his safe space too.

you let megumi decorate some cookies you'd baked with icing cream. he was truly an artist. you watched him hold the icing bag with his tiny hands and fill in the star shaped cookies.

the shelf against your door creaked and moved as toji barged inside your house (which you didn't mind of course).

"put it back in place. there's no point in that barricade if you end up pushing through it, you know..." you said from your kitchen.

toji kicked the shelf with his knee to push it back against the door. he stood, leaning against the kitchen island, eyes shifting between you and the cookies megumi showed him.

he held back a laugh watching your outfit for the day. the way you paired miscellaneous items of clothing and still came out with an outfit had his eyes glued to you. you wore fishnet tights, a brown plaid skirt, beige turtleneck and a huge cardigan that engulfed you. you felt his eyes staring at you. not staring at you, but, well, checking you out. his mind always wandered. never to bad places, but his thoughts were usually, well, dirty...

you poured an extra mug of hot chocolate for him too. you dipped your finger in megumi's mug to check how hot it was.

"i want..."

"it's boiling hot, gumi."

"gimme" he did his grabby hands, and you smirked. you held your finger out to him and he licked the steaming hot chocolate off it, flinching at its temperature. toji licked his own lips, envying his son for a solid minute. he could just keep looking at you. your lips, your hair, your eyes, your figure… god, you were beautiful. you were so, so perfect. his heart was beating hard in his chest.

"will you be a good boy and wait for it to cool down a little?"

"yes he will," said toji as he scooter over to stand behind you, hiding you from megumi's view. he had you trapped between him and the kitchen counter. as you sprayed whipped cream on the mugs, toji slid his hand under your skirt and grabbed your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. you jumped a little, startled, and dropped a spoon, his hand grasping at it and grabbing it before it hit the floor. he moved his hands to your legs, to your thighs…

"so clumsy..." his voice reverberated. you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck as his hands started to move up your legs, his lips almost touching your ear.

"you have some nerve..." you said, a shudder running down your spine.

"don't blame me."

"here," you said, handing him a mug.

you managed to escape his towering frame looming over you, and slid a mug of hot chocolate to megumi. he crushed some cookies and sprinkled them over the cream. the three of you circled the kitchen island, sipping hot chocolate and wiping cream moustaches.

"so, what's your plan today? it's christmas eve..."

"he wants to see the giant tree in the a city square. guess i gotta take him there."

"oh yeah! they go all out on the lights. this year i think they're letting people hang their own ornaments on it. it's a huge tree," you said. "come with us," he said. toji never cared much for celebrations, but it meant something to his kid and if there was one lesson he'd learned from the life he'd grown up in, was that every child deserves an innocent and fun childhood. so if it meant taking megumi out to see the sights, buying him candies or toys, or even inviting his favourite person with them, he'd do it.

"i have a delivery coming in tonight, i'll need to supervise it," you replied.

"we'll make it back in time."

"they need to set it up and all, toji..."

"y/n come with us!" megumi chirped, his eyes shining like stars.

you groaned at how cute he could get. "you're gonna be such a heartthrob, gumiiii. fine, i'll come." you ruffled his and kissed his forehead and megumi giggled with glee.

"he's got you wrapped around his finger."

"tell me about it..."

the three of you roamed around the city, looking at the sights. christmas came alive with a twinkle of lights and festive decorations. tall buildings sparkled with fairy lights, casting a warm glow across the streets. storefronts dressed up their windows with scenes of santa, snow, and elves, creating a holiday buzz. wreaths hung on each door, bells and holly tied to them.

eggnog stands popped up on corners and the air carried the scent of spices as people savoured cups of eggnog, dusted with nutmeg. megumi had the appetite of two grown men and drank a whole pint of eggnog, hogged candies, cookies, and caramel popcorn.

"he's gonna wreck havoc tonight..." said toji, picking his kid up before he spotted anything remotely edible.

"and stay knocked out the whole day tomorrow."

"i'd pay to see that," he sighed.

megumi, bundled up in a cozy jacket, marvelled at the storefronts and the twinkling lights. he loved the colours and the glow of the city.

you soon stood in front of the giant christmas tree. it was massive, draped in ribbons, tinsel, lights, and a myriad of ornaments that people brought. some were storebought, some hand-made, some hung small lockets, picture-frames, and some even hung love letters.

toji held megumi on his shoulder and let him hang a little sketch he'd made of a christmas tree.

"it looks so pretty over there, gumi!" you said, admiring it.

"are ya gonna put something on too?"

"yep," you said as you pulled out something from your purse. you stood on your toes and hung an ornament you'd created out of one of your old golden guitar picks.

"huh. nice."

"i have too many picks. thought i'd spare one... do you have anything to hang?"

"uh... sure," said toji, pulling out a vicks inhaler from his pocket.

"bruh..." you burst into laughter, swatting the fuck out of toji's arm as he messily hung the keyring on a branch, next to your pick. you took a picture of megumi with the tree and his sketch. you snuck in a few pictures of toji looking absolutely disinterested in everything. the three of you roamed around some more until you walked by the lake, frozen and decorated with lights. people were skating on the ice. megumi pulled your hand and led you to the lake.

"you wanna skate, gumi?" you asked and he nodded. so you paid for a pair of skates for you and him. before you could ask toji, he backed away and waved his hand at you.

"loser," you quipped and took megumi to the rink. the winter evening cast a gentle glow on the ice. megumi eagerly hopped from foot to foot in his skates, in anticipation.

it took a few tries to get him used to the light footing. it felt like a scissor gliding through thin paper. megumi slipped a few times, but you caught him in time, helping him regain his balance. after momentary tumbles, you hold his hand and skate across the frozen lake. your skates etched swirling patterns on the ground as you glided over the ice.

toji, leaning on the bannister that surrounded the lake, watched you from a distance. his gaze followed your every pirouette, leap, and glide. he could see you encouraging megumi from time to time. seeing you twirling around, throwing your head back laughing, and skating with his kid did nine kinds of things to toji, and they all made his heart swell, and that was his silent applause to you. you skated your way back to where toji stood, and helped megumi off the slipper ice. both your cheeks and noses were pink, and your laughs gushed out with a puff of mist.

"thought you'd fall..."

"you'd have loved to see that..."

megumi got tired of walking, so he sat atop his father shoulders. your taut walk home passed by in minutes, conversations seamlessly shifting between the trivial and the festive. megumi fell asleep on toji's shoulders, so you offered to hold him.

the three of you stood in the elevator; megumi asleep in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder, while your red handbag rested against toji's.

"sugar game was on point today. he's fast asleep."

"thank god... i can't have this brat run around all night."

"do you have to call him a brat?"

"he is..."

you rolled your eyes and stepped out as the elevator dinged and opened. the two of you were met with two delivery men standing in front of your house, alternately looking through the hole in your door.

"oh, right on time." you wade past them and open the door.

toji followed you, not liking the way the delivery men were looking at you, their eyes trailing your legs.

you asked them to come inside and go on with their work. they brought in a large parcel inside and placed it in a corner of the living room. they began unwrapping and taking their tools out, occasionally checking you out. you had megumi in your arms, so you couldn't see that.

toji, however, saw that and more. he knew what those nods and raised eyebrows meant. he wasn't one to be jealous of prawny men like them. but something about the way they looked at you made him feel... possessive about you.

"put megumi in the bed," he said, gently holding your arm, and guiding you inside.

"you okay with him sleeping here?"

"yes."

toji almost hurried you inside your room. you put megumi on the bed and tucked him in your blanket. you switched the lights off, turning around to leave.

toji caught you by your arm and pushed you against your bedroom door. before you could even respond, his lips crashed onto yours. he kissed you fiercely. he heard you whimper and gasp, but he did not stop. he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the door, pushing himself against you, harder. he pulled away for a second, allowing you to breathe. he didn't need any lights to see your swollen lips and dim expression. he tilted his head and kissed your neck, feeling your arms grab his shoulder defensively. toji brought one hand to your throat and wrapped his fist around it. he began sucking at your neck. his hands, and his mouth could feel your gulps and panting heartbeats. the urge to consume you had taken over him as he started biting your soft neck. the whimpers and moans that left your mouth were music to his ears. your hot and heavy breathing and the way your throat felt in his vice-like claw sent him to a boiling point. his teeth dug into your flesh softly. his hold over your throat tightened and your breathless moans only encouraged him to bite harder. he wanted to take you then and there... but he had a statement to make.

he pulled away, much to his reluctance.

"what was that for..." you asked, panting, feeling blood rise in your neck. not that you were complaining.

toji pulled you aside and opened the door to your room. he led the two of you outside. he went straight to your kitchen and downed a glass of water.

you were still coming down from the high he'd put you through. you sauntered into the living room to check on your parcel. pleased to see it put together, you leaned against the wall, watching the delivery men clean up their tools.

they turned around to look at you and the mischievous grins they had earlier faltered away into thin lines of disappointment.

"it's done, ma'am."

"thank you." you were about to reach for your purse on the kitchen island when toji stood beside you, snaking his hand around your waist.

"that looks great, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you almost rocketed through the roof. what the fuck is wrong with him...

the two men awkwardly waited in your living room, hoping you'd give them a holiday season tip or offer them refreshments.

the door to your bedroom opened and megumi stepped out, awoken by your conversations. rubbing his eye, he trudged to his father. toji knelt down in front of him, ruffling his hair.

megumi looked up at you... he asked, "what happened y/n?", pointing to your neck.

you had no idea what he was talking about. all you heard was toji whispering something to megumi.

"you see those men, megs? they hurt y/n... they've been bad boys..." he looked at you and threw a wink.

like a rabid puppy, megumi dashed at the two delivery men, flapping his arms at their legs. stunned and perplexed, they began backing away. megumi bit one guy's calf and he yelped in pain, running away, crashing into his partner. the two scurried out of your house, colliding into the walls.

"gumi! what... why would you do that?" you swatted toji's arm and he draped it across your shoulder.

he brought his lips close to your ear and whispered in a sultry voice, "well, my girl ain't available... someone's gotta teach those boys how to behave..."

megumi came back to you and asked if you were okay.

"yes, you... anklebiter..." you chuckled and assured him you were just... damn... fine.

"what were they here for anyway?"

you held toji's hand and brought him to your living room.

"i swear you act like you're blind sometimes..." you said, pointing to a large mantlepiece piano resting against the living room window.

"i was looking at you..." he shrugged.

megumi, like a curious cat, inspected the piano. he'd only seen grand pianos on tv and in malls. he'd never seen one like that.

"can you play?" he asked.

"sure! why not!" you agreed happily and sat down at the piano. opening the lid that covered it, you turned it on, and checked all the pedals once.

you began playing some chords softly, setting the tune, hoping to transition it to some song. well, it was christmas eve and you felt mildly grateful for the year. you also felt pleasant knowing that toji liked you for real. that he didn't turn out to be a one night-stand or a lesson learned.

slowly, you thought of a song to play. the ivory keys obeyed your fingers as you played chords familiar to most people your age. by habit, you began singing the song you were playing.

you smiled at megumi, who was glued to the side of the piano, looking at you with heart eyes.

as you reached the poignant peak, toji stepped forward, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his lips and bent down. without uttering a word, he began to sing, his voice carrying the lyrics with an unexpected depth and resonance. your eyes widened in astonishment, fingers still pressing the keys.

you had been accustomed to the solace of your music for so long that you were caught unawares by toji harbouring a hidden talent, let alone the fact that he knew the lyrics to the song. his voice croaked at a high note, but as the first few lines escaped his lips, your initial shock gave way to a mixture of disbelief and delight.

"you're my, my, my, my..."

"lover..."

your eyes met like strangers on an opportune day. you gave him a soft, affectionate smile and he gave you his cocky grin.

megumi's claps snapped your from your trance. you ruffled his hair. he asked you if he could play too and you helped him sit on the stool, adjusting it to increase the height. so while megumi played random keys, you stood beside toji, watching him.

"who the fuck introduced you to taylor swift?"

toji clutched his forehead, hiding his face with his hand. he knew this was coming. he could hear your contain your squeal.

"hold it in."

"i can't..."

"please..."

"but-"

"don't make a big deal out of it."

"can i please make a big deal out of it?"

he made the mistake of looking at you. oh, how could he refuse when you were staring at him with innocent doe eyes?

he sighed.

"you like her. so..."

"you listened to taylor swift for me?"

toji just groaned in response, hiding his face again. he felt you throw your arms around his neck. he wasted no time in hugging your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck... the one with a bold hickey he'd marked you with not minutes ago.

"i got you a gift," he whispered in your ear.

"oh?"

toji took something out of his pocket as you pulled away, his arm still around your waist. it was shabbily wrapped in a golden gift paper.

you chuckled and took it, slowly unwrapping it.

"awww, toji, you big old softie..."

you hugged him again, pressing a kiss to his cheek; your arms around his neck, hands holding a brand new doorknob.

(im dying at the way toji says “lover…”)

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.2

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 3.5k

The aftermath of Taehyung's confession

Warnings: swearing, drinking, smashed bottle (nobody gets hurt), very angry fighting, heavy angst

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“…Surprise.” Jungkook bites, slugging back a whole flute of champagne in one breath, the apartment painfully quiet. Every pair of eyes in the room animatedly wide and zoned in on you and Taehyung, lips ajar and stunned.

Murmuring ensues, quiet to begin with when whispers tumble from your loved ones but the sound is nothing beyond white noise ringing your ears. What the fuck just happened? Hesitantly you take a step forward to your fiancé, blindly pushing yourself over the threshold of the elevator with a racing heart – but it’s too late, Jungkook’s lips are moving again before you reach him, his words barely audible.

“Get out.” His jaw is clenched, fierce gaze looking through you, past you, to the man you arrived with still standing in the golden elevator, your birthday present haphazardly thrown to the floor. “I can’t believe… just get out.” He repeats, exhaling slowly, evenly, as if to calm himself down.

“Guk I’m… I’m so fucking sorry.” Tae sighs, eyes brimming with heartache, “I promise—”

“Promise? You promise?! I’ve heard that before. Get the fuck out of my apartment.” Jungkook barks back and your heart has never beaten faster.

Glancing back at Taehyung you struggle to find the right words to say, he’s frozen in place in a choke hold of fear, his feline eyes shiny and swimming with regret. What can you say to either of them to make this better? What should you say? Is there a way to make this better? It’s unknown to you how much everybody heard of your conversation, but assuming from the way Jimin storms to your side with a purpose he’s never showcased before you figure the party heard… well, everything.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You mutter breathlessly, defending yourself with raised palms, still mentally digesting what your fiancé’s best friend just confessed to you. He loves you.

Kook calmly settles the empty flute of champagne on the nearest surface, a modest sized mirrored table adorned with concealed gifts and cards, all labelled for you. You anxiously watch the way his chest rises and falls underneath the taught black turtleneck he wears, paired with slacks and smart shoes of the same colour and an ash grey suit jacket. Jimin’s palm finds your shoulder, he’s gripping you harshly – maybe holding you back? You don’t know, you can’t think of anything other than the fact you’re standing quite literally between Jungkook and Taehyung right now.

You’re what came between them, the reason they fell out.

“Yeah? And what exactly does it look like?” Jungkook quirks a single thick brow, inked fingers coming up to his chin where he drags them over his tensed jawline and pursed lips. It’s undeniable, he’s pissed.

You freeze in place, dumbfounded, “I-, he, nothing happened—"

“Party’s over everybody, thanks for coming. Feel free to take as much food and beer as you want with you.” He scoffs, snatching an open bottle of champagne from the countertop before making his way to your shared bedroom with lazy footsteps, raking the other hand through his hair as he does so.

“Taehyung you should go.” Jimin nods, and the attorney doesn’t need telling twice.

Tae carefully tosses your present into the apartment before smacking a button in the elevator with an angry balled fist, he’s shaking his head almost in disbelief when he disappears behind the doors. Voice wavering with emotions, his eyes fixed on you. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” Jimin whispers while guests, loved ones, friends, your family seemingly all prepare to leave. “Y/N? Hey look at me.” Your best friend gently shakes your shoulders, forcing you out of shock. He’s wearing an all red suit with a black shirt beneath, his hair slicked back save for one loose strand that curls against his forehead. Maybe if you weren’t emotionally concussed right now you’d even compliment him on his appearance, he really made an effort tonight.

You feel like crying, everybody made an effort tonight. And for what? Front row seats of your engagement eroding before their very eyes.

“Hm? Oh. I… I don’t know.” You frown, shooting apologetic glances at the sea of well-dressed people exiting your apartment. “I don’t know what just happened, Tae-, he just...” Your voice cracks, chin quivering, reality coming down on you hard. Taehyung loves you.

Jimin nods, hanging onto every single word you struggle to get out, “I know…”

At this Yuri makes her way over cautiously, her voice whispered but oozing with arrogance, “I fucking knew there was something going on between you and—”

“Don’t fucking go there Yuri, can’t you see she’s upset?” Jimin warns her with a raised hand, cutting her off unapologetically. “Make sure everybody leaves quickly and apologise for the commotion.” His narrow eyes flicker to her for a moment, winning her to nod and head over to your parents who look just as stunned as you.

“I should go talk to Kook…” You swallow, undoubtedly nervous, “He’s probably… I-, how much did everybody hear? And just for the record nothing’s going on between me and Tae, I-, I didn’t know… how he, I didn’t know.” You stutter, blinking emotionlessly at Jimin who wordlessly seems to understand what you’re trying to say, his usually crescent-like eyes wider and swimming with sympathy.

“I know. We heard everything.” Your best friend nods, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Go. He’s probably feeling pretty betrayed by Taehyung right now, if he’s angry with you it’s misplaced because he knows you didn’t do anything wrong, we all know. I’ll help Yuri get everybody out.”

“Thanks Jimin…” You sigh with puffed cheeks, feeling the weight of the world atop of your shoulders. What the fuck just happened—

“I’ll leave the front door open in case you need to stay over, okay?”

You nod quickly, kicking off your heels before making your way over to the bedroom without sparing what remains of the party a second glance. The need to fix this taking ultimate priority, they'll understand.

When you open your bedroom door your eyes catch sight of your fiancé immediately, sitting on the bed with his back pressed against the tall headboard, legs stretched out in front of him. He’s taken his blazer, socks and shoes off, but still wears the black turtleneck and matching formal trousers.

Jungkook is too busy knocking back champagne from the bottle to notice you slip inside, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing over and over with each and every obscenely large gulp. You close the door behind you, leaning against it with pinched brows and an unsteady jaw.

His blackened hooded eyes land on you once he’s done drowning his sorrows, tossing the glass bottle to the ground which smashes on impact, the sound causing you to wince. You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to think. He must be so upset right now, he looks beyond furious to say the least. And that’s when Jimin’s words resonate with you, when you see Jungkook tongue his cheek and scoff, looking away from you without a single word.

His anger is misplaced, you’ve done nothing wrong.

“Any reason you came home with Taehyung tonight? I thought you went to dinner with Yuri?” He’s gazing out the window, voice low and stained with disgust. “Actually I know you went to dinner with Yuri while I had the party set up. Yet you still came home with Tae.” An unamused huff escapes him, and that’s when he looks directly into your eyes with the fearsome profile you’ve ever seen him display, “I’m only going to ask you this once so tell me the truth, are you fucking him?”

A loud, surprised, no, appalled humourless laugh rumbles your chest, piercing the air. “No! I’m not doing anything with Taehyung!” You’re shaking your head, frowning, mouth open and adrenaline coursing your veins, “He was downstairs when I got in the building so I invited him upstairs, hoping to fix whatever happened between you two. Do you really think I’d cheat on you?”

There’s a pause, one that chips away at your heart currently plummeting into your stomach.

“Oh my god…” You whisper, “You don’t believe me do you?”

Jungkook swallows, wetting his lips before his features soften, “I do believe you… I- I just had to ask.“ His head kicks back onto the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. “I know you wouldn’t do something like that. I-, I just…” He sighs, “I don’t know what to think of the situation anymore.”

“Why are you so mad at me?” You bravely speak up, feeling betrayed in your own right, “Taehyung is the one who said… those things, I-, it’s not like I feel the same way.”

“Well he wouldn’t know that, would he?” Jungkook laughs, snapping his eyes back to you with a forced, blatantly obvious fake smile, pointing at you with his inked hand, “You didn’t exactly shut him down, did you? In fact Y/N you didn’t say a fucking word!”

You scoff, "What could I have possibly said to him in that moment?"

"Well you could've told him what you just told me, that you don't feel the same way... But you didn't."

“Because I was in shock!” You yell, beyond the definition of offended at this point, is he really this mad at you for being surprised? “You think when I got home tonight I was expecting him to start reeling off all those things?! No! I had no idea about any of it! I was completely blindsided!”

“Blindsided?!” He shouts back, brows raised when he crosses his legs on the bed and sits up more, “I heard everything! You practically forced that confession out of him! He asked you to stop and you kept going because you said, and I quote: I love you both! I’m here for you both! I do love you Taehyung!” He’s throwing his arms around at this point, emphasising his words.

“That’s not fair.” You bite, running your fingers through your hair while you try to calm down, “I was asking him to tell me what happened because he’s my friend. And you know full well I didn’t mean it like that! He’s just my friend.”

“Yeah? Do you tell all your friends that I haven’t been anywhere near you in weeks or just him?” He asks, chest heaving up and down under the taught material of his sweater. “If memory serves me right you were the one who asked me to stop telling him about our sex life, but it’s fine for you to tell him everything the second we start having problems?! It’s fine for you to tell Taehyung you love him?! It’s fine for him to put his hands on you?! Imagine, fucking imagine if I acted like that with Yuri, put yourself in my shoes!"

“The only reason you care so much about shit like that is because you knew how he felt! I didn’t! A little heads up would’ve been nice by the way!” You’re vibrating with anger by this point, whether its misguided or not you’re unsure because your fiancé does have a valid point. You would feel pretty shitty if he behaved like that with Yuri, but you’re too caught up in the argument to act rationally.

Jungkook snickers sinisterly, sighing in frustration when he stands from the bed, being careful not to step on the shattered glass. “The reason I care so much about shit like that is because you’re mine. I don’t want another man’s hands anywhere near you, especially not my best fucking friend!” He points to the door behind you, still keeping his distance.

You don’t fold, equally just as mad as him, “Why are we having problems then? If you love me so much why haven’t you touched me in weeks? It’s because of him, isn’t it? You’re the one letting his feelings get between us, you’re the one reacting this way! If you’d just told me—”

“HE'S MY BEST FRIEND Y/N!” He roars, his scream borderline deafening and truly frightening. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable! And I didn’t want you to feel that way either! So can you see why I’m pissed off that he went behind my back and told you anyway!” You’ve never seen Jungkook this angry, he’s physically trembling with rage, “And yeah, I’m pissed off at you for not shutting it down straight away too!” He scoffs, “We’re getting married Y/N! If another woman confessed their feelings for me I would shut that shit down on the fucking spot! No hesitation!”

“I didn’t hesitate! I told you I was in shock! I didn’t expect him to say anything like that he was just dropping off a present for my birthday!” Truthfully you don’t know how it escalated to this, the two of you have never argued like this before.

Your fiancé edges closer, until he’s arms-length away from you and you catch a whiff of alcohol on his breath, “A present?! He got you a present?” He’s frantic, pushing past you with force to open the bedroom door, “Let’s go see what he got you then! Shall we? Would be rude of you to not open your gifts, wouldn’t it?!”

“Kook stop!” You chase after him, Jimin and Yuri are still in the kitchen area cleaning up but Jungkook doesn’t falter, unbothered by their presence. He marches straight over to the dry cleaning bag and holds it up in the air, undeniably pissed off.

“Jungkook… Stop! This is nonsense!”

“So you do know how to shut someone down after all. Pity that you couldn’t do it half an hour ago.” He barks, “Open it.” He throws it to you, and Jimin makes his way round the kitchen counter cautiously, nervous eyes flickering between you and supposedly the love of your life. Yuri halts her own movements, wide-eyed and stunned as she watches the scene in front of her unfold.

“Y/N…” Jimin whispers, “Are—”

“Stay out of this Jimin.” Jungkook spits, popping open another bottle of champagne with his teeth before spitting the cork onto the ground. His eyes are trained to you when he raises the bottle in a feigned toast, guzzling more champagne. “Open it now.”

You’re shaking your head, clutching your gift with quivering hands. Jungkook has never acted like this before, usually he’s cool and collected and in control of his emotions. Tonight must’ve caused something inside him to snap, because he’s looking at you so unphased, so recklessly, as though he doesn’t give a single fuck that you’re upset right now. It’s clear he’s upset too, but things will only escalate further if you don’t be the bigger person and step back from this.

You need to calm down. He needs to calm down.

“Y/N are you okay?” Jimin asks you quietly, not sparing Jungkook a second look.

“Stay out of this Jim—”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Your best friend spits with a fiery side-eye, venom hanging from his every word before he watches you carefully and his features soften. “Do you want to come to my place?”

You exhale, angry, hurt, confused, still mentally processing what Taehyung confessed to you. “Actually can you two give us some privacy please?” You swallow, embarrassed that your two closest friends must’ve heard your screaming match in the bedroom. “I’ll text you soon, I promise.”

Jimin straightens, “You sure?”

You nod in response, and thankfully they leave straight away. It’s just you and Jungkook now, surrounded by party decorations that somehow seem morbid now, both feeling the same things but for very different reasons.

The atmosphere is tense, cold and unfamiliar. Not to mention silent. Your fiancé is sitting atop the kitchen counter by this point, still nursing the champagne bottle that’s quickly emptying into his throat. His profile unreadable, lost in thought.

“Did you…” He begins, brows furrowed with something emotional and heavy, “Honestly have no idea about his feelings?”

The question catches you off-guard, you’re holding onto the present gifted to you from the man in question wearing a small frown. Did a part of you know all along? Perhaps you’ve been too occupied by the hardships of life to really notice anything else, but Yuri certainly noticed. So it must have been obvious, right? All the times you assumed he was just being friendly, had there been an ulterior motive? Within the blink of an eye you’re replaying every encounter with Taehyung over and over, searching for the signs.

“I-, I don’t know.” You admit honestly, “I always thought he was just being nice… I didn’t expect-, well... No, I guess I had no idea about how he really felt until tonight.” You feel like a fool, so caught up in the downward spiralling of your own world to not recognise something so dire right in front of you all this time.

“You know I've been thinking… With work been so busy for us both right now, and your sister and Charlie, now this shit…” Jungkook sighs, gnawing his lower lip anxiously, “I can’t help but think-, no, nevermind. Forget it.” He sighs again, quickly reattaching his lips to the champagne.

You peer up at him curiously, vaguely panicked, “What about it?”

“Forget it.” He repeats, tonguing his cheek, physically incapable of looking at you. “It’s just cause I’m pissed off right now, I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Jungkook…” You freeze, “What are you talking about? What have you been thinking about?”

There’s a brief pause when he slips off the countertop and finds his shoes, leaving you cemented in place with a racing heart. When Kook turns to you, his features are contorted with pain, and raw emotions that you can’t decipher. He looks hurt, drained even, and his voice is equally as tired when it rolls off his tongue.

“I want to postpone the wedding.”

"What?!" Your breath quickens, heart shattering into a million pieces at the drop of a hat, tears pricking your eyes that are gazing at him with so much desperation that he has to look away, pressing the elevator button. "Is this because of what Taehyung said?! Because I don't feel that way for him! Jungkook, I—"

"It's not because of what he said Y/N, but what you didn't say."

X

[twig-the-edgelord]

I’d like to introduce everyone to Dr. Clementine!!!

(Dr. Bright rewrite) please be nice to him he means the world to me!

As my version was already pretty rewritten I mainly just changed the name, however there are some other changes.

•Dr. Clementine always has a little slug toy that makes funny sounds on him. (her name is crackly)

•He writes on his arms a lot, all in purple. Just things like reminders, like taking his meds or what he has to do that day. It’s more convenient then using paper.

•Ironically Jack has a fear of parasites, mostly worms, but it does include things like lice. He has to shower once when he first gets up, and right after work.

•He can’t stand it when he walks on floors he hasn’t cleaned with his bare skin.

•Also he doesn’t like it when people go in his office while wearing the same shoes they had on outside of it.

•Clementine has a fear of any depiction of angels.

•Dr. Clementine is very impressionable due to his illnesses. This makes his loved ones weary of him.

•Jack is self conscious of his scar, which is why he hides it under his turtleneck, but when he gains confidence the clothes he wears are quite odd to say the least.

•sometimes Clementine will forget he’s in a human host and will act like an animal or show animalistic traits. Most often a cat or bird.

•He will occasionally chirp or whistle instead of responding normally.

With Dr. Clef

The ship names for these two are blood orange and Clefmentine

Alto will pick on Jack for their last name, calling him a fruit. However he also has much sweet pet names, being “sweet blossom” or “little blossom”

NORMAL FAMILY A.U.

Jack is married to Alto in this A.U. and therefore her name will not be changed. It’s just Jack Clef.

If you want to use Dr. Clementine that’s ok, I just ask that you tag me. :) If you have any questions, I’m happy to answer. Have a good day!

-Twig

[desnayy]

Gotten back into a Naruto mood, so to celebrate that, new @mata-aetara-if MC

Name: Touya Kudo (工藤トウヤ)

Gender and Pronouns: Male; he/him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Chakra Affinity: Earth

Summoned Animal: Giant slug

Weapons: Shuriken, kunai, tanto

Romance: Jun or Ryoku

More About Them: Touya is a serene young man, a calming influence who rarely seems outwardly ruffled by anything going on, always having a small smile on his face. He believes in doing the right thing, even if it may not align with what is the smart thing or even what is right in the eyes of his superiors. Touya works well with most people, and is an asset to any group as he'll often find the best way to keep the peace.

However, he tends to push his own problems to the side, and often brushes aside other people's concerns for him. He hates being percieved as a burden and thus hides any strong negative emotion until he is alone. He becomes surprised when people can see past this mask and may avoid them for a few days out of misplaced embarrassment. Touya is not oblivious to when people have a crush on him and will often gently let the other person down if confessed to. But, he is oblivious to when he has a crush on a person, rationalizing it away as just liking the other person as a very good friend.

Fun Facts:

Pinterest here

When using the kanji 桃夜, his first name can mean "peach night". His last name translates to "engineering wisteria"

Father owns a donburi restaurant, which also happens to be Touya's favorite food alongside anything sweet

Mission outfit is a black turtleneck long sleeve shirt with thumb hole sleeves under a pink hoodie, black shorts with a gray belt that holds his tanto and medical pouch, and black knee high boots. He wears his forehead protector as a hairband (similar to Sakura) and his shuriken holster on his right thigh.

Casual outfit is a black turtleneck crop top with elbow length sleeves under a dark pink long cardigan-like coat with loose sleeves, blue pants, and black shinobi sandals

He always wears his glasses and earrings when not sleeping

Loves going to the hot springs, especially after long or difficult missions

Dream for the future is to get married and have kids, whether through a surrogate or adoption

Wouldn't mind being assigned a genin team in the future

[lesbiancosimaniehaus]

It’s so weird to still be dealing w the same body image issues that have been driving me nuts since age 13 or whatever. I dislike the way my ribs project outwards. I hate, sometimes, that I look “wide”. I hate that objectively, I’m a petite and small person, but I feel like I’m that slug from Star Wars. I got this gorgeous dress that’s like… tight fitting (it’s a midi length thing w a turtleneck and long sleeves, which is more stylish than it sounds), and even though my measurements fit against the garment measurements on the website, and it actually looked good when I tried it on, I’m still skeptical about wearing it bc it’s a size extra small. And I’ve been working out and putting on muscle, and I feel good bc I can hold a plank, and my arms are getting stronger and my butt and my legs look kinda toned, but I still feel like some gollum creature.

[anthonylius]

Tony did not swagger. He strolled. With confidence. One had to, when the place that hadn't yet kicked him out for 'harassing the talent' still accepted his patronage.

The Gas Light in the Village was a dire hovel. Tony gave the guy at the door ten cents and tried to suppress the vein that jumped in his temple. The place was crammed with bodies: beatnik types, mostly, with too many turtlenecks and earnest expressions. The Gas Light did not sell booze - more's the pity - but they did permit spiked black coffee, which could do in a pinch. Tony edged through the crowd, assiduously ignoring the two guitars onstage (two kids: Tom and Jerry; locals, not half bad, but unsuited to such a mournful atmosphere).

Tony greeted the barman and ordered a coffee. As the man scooped Tony's coins into the pouch of his apron, Tony said, sotto voce, "So, you got anyone for me, tonight?"

"There's a comic." As always, it was like pulling teeth. Tony twirled his motion in a Wouldya hurry it up? action.

"And...? Bobby, we talked about this. I ask, you answer. C'mon."

"Later," the barman replied, shooting Tony an annoyed look, "he's on later. Some city slicker. I dunno. I wipe glasses, whaddaya want from me?"

"Some manners, maybe," Tony retorted, "a smile? Jesus." Tutting, he turned away and tried the coffee. Spat it back out. "Top me up?" Another coin, another slug of whiskey. Tony sipped: much better.

He eyed the clientele. A city slicker would stick out like a sore thumb, unless he was slumming it. The big question: which one of these suckers would be Tony's meal ticket? - Or a one-way ride back to Connecticut, where his parents still couldn't believe their baby boy had run away to New York on the hope-and-prayer of making it big in the entertainment industry.

He was one or two more failed shots before he was emceeing a jiggle joint. This city slicker better be good.

[spentimental]

G is for Giraffe

I almost completely rearranged my alphabet because I wanted to make a lava lamp character. I might still make more lava lamps, but at least I found a way to get it out of my system. I was originally thinking about doing some sort of broken glass to imitate the spots on the giraffe, and I’m glad I didn’t. I’m not ready for something that complicated and my motivation for this project has really tanked. You can see it in my… avant garde description last week, where I was so tired I forgot to tease this week’s illustration. I didn’t have a strong 60s reference this time. It was really just, “make a lava lamp giraffe.” According to the internet, lava lamps were invented in 1963, so at least I’ve got that going for me.

I’m finding it hard to come up with designs for this project lately. I don’t want the characters to resemble their animals too much, but it’s so much easier to put a turtleneck on a frog and call it good. I like the sea slugs because they don’t have a face that humans will recognize, so I can make them humanoid and put in hints to their biology through the clothing and accessory shapes. One thing I wish I could change about this project is having all of the characters cut off at the chest in order to imitate the face cards of a typical deck. For example, I would have loved to have given Lottie a full translucent dress with a solid shift underneath. She would have been so cute! If I do cards again (which I probably will), I’ll do full body illustrations instead.

On an unrelated note, I’ve been thinking about making a webcomic lately. I saw an artist I love (Ver) post about the online-only ShortBox Comics Fair, where a ton of artists are selling their comics during October (ending in 3 days! Get them while you can!) and I thought it was so exciting. It’s like running a table at a comic con without having to travel and you get to see work from artists all around the world. I wanted to sign up right away (the deadline is November 9th), but I don’t have anything to prove that I could finish a quality comic in time. I’ve never done it before. Heck, I’ve arguably only finished as many pieces as I’ve posted here, which is… seven. I would absolutely not be approved. I can’t create a working portfolio in two weeks, but what this means is that I have an entire year to build up a portfolio before the 2025 deadline. I haven’t decided what I’ll work on yet, but expect a variety of character designs and worldbuilding as I sort through my endless well of story ideas.

Next Week’s Sneak Peek:

Hammerhead shark

[chayscribbles]

shitty andromeda rogue comics #16 - *On My Own from Les Mis playing in the background*

[ID: a digitally drawn comic. a fair-skinned, tall, blonde man with a dimple, wearing a navy button-down shirt and grey jeans, is holding hands with a brown-skinned woman with brown curly hair in a ponytail and glasses, wearing a light yellow turtleneck and red plaid pants. both of them are smiling and blushing, with little pink hearts next to their heads. in a frame in the corner is the crying face of a dark-haired man, labelled “live Ansel reaction” in white text on a red background, as a parody of the “live slug reaction” meme. end ID.]

[nonhumen]

@chaosbled : Chuuya doesn’t bring the holiday up once that week. The Port Mafia had been exceptionally busy with a new gang attempting to move in on the docks recently, & the young Boss had clearly had his hands full; often by the time he returned to the apartment he barely had the energy to force down a quick meal he didn’t bother tasting before collapsing in bed next to the brunet, exhausted.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, Chuuya got up, showered & made breakfast for the two of them while scrolling through his phone, checking on the local news stories, keeping himself up to date on Yokohama’s current events. Nothing about his behaviour would set off any alarms. Once they were done he packed Dazai a lunch ( as per usual; he always insisted on it ), gave him a kiss goodbye & left for work. The whole day was seemingly uneventful, one would think Chuuya didn’t even realize what the date was. He texted Dazai a couple of times, but not for any specific reason, just talking. He mentioned having to stay at work a bit later that night & apologized in advance that he’d get home after Dazai. Despite the promise of coming home to a dark, empty apartment, it became quickly evident that he’d been intentionally misled.

The door was unlocked, soft classical music drifting through the apartment along with the delicious scent of cooked dinner. Coming home to Chuuya cooking wasn’t unusual, per se, but the fact that the table had been moved to the balcony was, & the lit candles & gleaming silverware on a long red tablecloth, the vase of stargazer lilies definitely was. Hearing the door open, Chuuya turned around to look at Dazai, & beamed. Gone was his work attire, he was now dressed in a pale gray turtleneck & black jeans tucked into dark brown knee-high boots. His copper coloured hair was pulled up into a ponytail, though the shorter parts of his bangs had come loose & were now framing his face in a slight wave.

“ Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think you were going to miss dinner. ” Chuuya walked over to greet the other man with a kiss, not having to lean up quite as much due to the boots added height. He stepped behind Dazai to tug off the brunet’s coat & hang it up. “ I made a jasmine rice & veggie stir fry, seared a couple of steaks in ginger & thyme. Oh! I also tried something new, crab-stuffed mushrooms! I think they turned out well, but you’ll have to tell me if it’s any good. I have a strawberry cheesecake in the fridge, but that’s for dessert. ” He hugged Dazai from behind, sighing contentedly. “ Oh, shit, I nearly forgot. Don’t go anywhere! ” He quickly left the kitchen, down the hallway, & the sound of ruffling could be heard. When he returned, he had a jewellery box in one hand. Not quite small enough to be a ring but definitely too large to be something like a new watch. Holding it up for Dazai to see, he gingerly opened it.

Two titanium bracelets sat in the cushioned box; metal strands winding together in a braided look, one coloured a pearly white with a hint of black & the other a deep black with a hint of white, each with a singular rectangular bead adorning it in the opposite bracelet’s colour. “ I… we’re coming up on almost a year now. I wanted to get you something nice that wouldn’t give you a heart attack. ” Chuuya laughed, cheeks turning pink, a hint of nervousness to his voice. He took the white one out of the box & reached out to slip it around the brunet’s wrist. He did up the clasp & pulled his hands away, blue eyes carefully studying Dazai’s expression, looking for any sign he hated it. Despite the sturdy look, it was incredibly lightweight. The little black bead caught the light & sparkled, rotating with movement.

…There was an engraving on the back; delicate white calligraphy standing out against the black metal — it read, His Mackerel. On closer inspection, the white bead on Chuuya’s bracelet had black writing on it — His Slug. Chuuya hadn’t just gone out & found them, clearly, they were custom made.

“ Happy Valentine’s Day, love. ”

there is no denying the effects of being in a relationship with chuuya has had on dazai. no longer left to his own devices, dazai both sleeps more and eats more. there's meat on his bones, no longer toeing the line of underweight do to his incredibly horrible and unhealthy eating habits. his sleep is regulated when he's not working overnight simply because chuuya always insists on spending their mornings together. sometimes, at least, dazai thinks he feels lighter.

it's not something he would ever call attention to. he's simply content with letting it happen. things are easier that way. but dazai isn't the romantic, chuuya is, and so when nothing is said on the morning of the lover's holiday, dazai doesn't think much on it. for him, it's more a day to annoy his co-workers than anything truly genuine. and so despite all of his cunning and strategy, chuuya still manages to surprise him.

the delectable smells of dinner hit his sense as soon as he opens the door. lips part where he stands as auburn eyes immediately go to the candle-lit table on the balcony. he doesn't know how to react, doesn't know what to do in the face of such a pure and happy love. but dazai does know that chuuya, with that brilliant hair framing his face, looks beautiful in the low light.

the detective is still stunned into silence as his partner speaks to him, kisses him, takes his coat from him. it's only when the mafia boss goes to rummage for something is dazai allowed a moment to catch himself. he's never been good when faced with situations like this, where true feelings are involved, but he finds himself smiling all the same. " honestly, this is already more than-- " he cuts himself off as chuuya presents him with a box. his mind immediately goes to a terrified, darker place for a split second before he notes that the size of the box is too large. instead he tilts his head in curiosity as chuuya reveals its contents.

the bracelets look quiet well-made. dazai suspects a luxury design simply because it is chuuya. he does not expect them to be custom until he catches the stark white characters on the back as the redhead clasps it around his wrist. dazai stares at the gift with an almost childlike wonder as he holds his arm up to examine the bracelet in the light. and then he laughs. it's strange to have something bubble out of him from the lightness in his chest. it's strange to even have a lightness in his chest.

but when he does gaze back at chuuya, his expression of joy. somewhere in the back of his mind, dazai wonders how long this happiness will last this time. he knows such things are fleeting but he thinks he would like to live in this one moment for as long as possible. " almost a year? and so much has happened already. " dazai reaches out and plucks the remaining bracelet from the box before pulling chuuya's wrist close to him. " we even got to work together again. " he clasps the piece of jewelry on chuuya's opposite wrist from his own. " i'm glad i was alive for that at least. "

[thesims2psp]

I posted 880 times in 2022

That's 542 more posts than 2021!

94 posts created (11%)

786 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tanicsims2

@shiftingparadymes

@thesims2comics

@sims2-electricboogaloo

@eatsteas

I tagged 416 of my posts in 2022

#cc - 94 posts

#the sims 2 - 33 posts

#ts2 - 31 posts

#asks - 30 posts

#strangetown - 20 posts

#anonymous - 14 posts

#mods - 12 posts

#vidcund curious - 4 posts

#the cund - 3 posts

#this is amazing - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 93 characters

#i own a black turtleneck and black jeans so if i wanted to i could dress like circe every day

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Weird Stuff from MTS (and t$r)

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#4

live slug reaction but it’s mrs. crumplebottom

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#3

At long last, my favorite classic sitcom was added to Netflix! I think we all know how this one turns out...

Shout out to @lola-curious and @simminglytimeladies for being two of the few people who will understand this (Chug Chug is Yum Yum!) and credit to @gutosimmer for Early Strangetown!

also shout out to vidcund bot i guess

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#2

ts2 premades as banned tags

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My #1 post of 2022

good advice

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[mossy-rainfrog]

I posted 97 times in 2022

81 posts created (84%)

16 posts reblogged (16%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mossy-rainfrog

@coulson-is-an-avenger

@thesunwillshineclearer

@a-moop

@nerdangels

I tagged 97 of my posts in 2022

#mossy art - 67 posts

#described - 62 posts

#accessible art - 34 posts

#mossy ocs - 28 posts

#original character - 26 posts

#the magnus archives - 25 posts

#fan art - 25 posts

#original characters - 24 posts

#tma - 21 posts

#inktober - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#i finally realized why this piece felt so weird to draw and it's bc he's outside the lab/shatterdome like sir what are you doing here

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Martin Blackwood reclining in a nice outfit. Martin is a fat Black non-op trans man with square glasses, a goatee, and coily black hair braided back along his scalp and fluffing out at the back behind a bandanna. He is wearing a black bralette underneath a long-sleeved sheer top, patterned with shooting stars, crescent moons, and clouds, and he is also wearing denim short shorts patterned with stars and planets overtop fishnets. For accessories, he has a star earring, and an ace ring. He is smiling smugly towards the viewer. End ID.]

i need everyone to be aware of this hot martin i drew right now immediately

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#4

[ID: A digital drawing of Jon aiding Martin in recovering from top surgery. Jon is a thin Persian person with long curly greying hair, a short beard, and various scars, and Martin is a fat Black man with his hair in a bonnet, square glasses, a small goatee, and lots of body hair. Jon wears a spaghetti strap pink dress over a long-sleeved white shirt, and Martin is just wearing boxers. Martin’s chest is wrapped in bandages that are accompanied with drains, and he is sitting up slightly on a bed, accepting a glass of water from Jon. A blanket is draped over his feet, and behind him are various pillows, including one patterned with stylized cats, and one patterned with highland cow faces. Martin is smiling fondly at Jon and saying “Jon…” as Jon looks back at him with wide eyes, and infodumps about the top surgery recovery process to him. The background of the image is a light pink. The artist’s signature, mossy-rainfrog, is visible at the bottom of the piece. End ID.]

Here’s my gift for the @seasons-in-the-archives secret snowflake gift exchange!! For the lovely @qpenguin98 !!! You said you liked jonmartin hurt/comfort, and also trans stuff, so I thought a good ol top surgery recovery might be fun :D I really hope you like it uwu!!!!

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#3

[ID: A digital drawing of Jon rescuing Martin from The Lonely in MAG 159. Jon is a thin Persian person with long, greying hair, various scars, and stubble, and he is wearing a loose blue sweater over a darker turtleneck. Martin is a fat Black man with short coily hair that is dissolving into fog, glasses, and stubble, and he is wearing a purple button down. The two are touching foreheads and their hands are interlocking fingers in the foreground. Jon is pulling Martin closer by the back of the neck and smiling tearily in relief. Around them swirls bits of fog with various dialogue between the pair of them. In the corner of the image is a picture of a frowning slug from Star Wars, captioned “live slug reaction” in all caps. End ID.]

genuinely cannot believe the first MAG 159 art I’m posting is for this fuckign meme but in my defense college has me on my last legs of sanity so :)

slug-less version under the cut for my partner specifically bc i Know they hate this (affectionate) 🥰🥰

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My #1 post of 2022

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[elytrafemme]

the way that i’ve personally described cough syrup character fashion in the past too since y’all may find that interesting (PLEASE NOTE that doesn’t mean y’all’s like art of them or ideas “Aren’t Right” like interpret them however the fuck u want idc that much + creativity pog) (note 2 some of this is also listed on that refs doc)

tubbo: pastel & bright color enthusiast (blue, green, yellow, and orange-red are his favorites to wear), those old ass red sneakers, wears jeans 90% of the time with some sweatpants and some khakis, definitely has that sunflower sweatshirt and dinosaur jumper i think chase sent w/ a lot of those weird knick knacks like puzzle’s slug ring plus a lot of the other stuff y’all sent . Going Supernova Fuck You sweatshirt too

ranboo: fingerless gloves and a lot of silver-colored jewelry, monochrome clothes that usually tend towards the darker side (a lot of grey & black, some brown hues, some white, etc.). his gender discovery arc we’re on atm also correlates a bit to his fashion sense but he wears a lot of, like, sweatshirts and jackets and long-sleeved graphic tees and some flannels and some knitted sweaters etc 

tommy: i just wrote that he likes graphic tees and long sweatshirts and wears the color red a lot. that sums that up fine (also these r getting long as fuck so i need 2 abridge them LOL)

wilbur: long sleeves always because he runs cold i think was my reasoning, lot of monochromes some pastels, platform boots just to fuck with people some eyeliner etc 

techno: turtlenecks.

uhhh i think thats all ive got written I’m going to plug some of this into the ref doc but yeah 

[jungk0oksthighs]

there's a heatwave in the uk that has made daily life impossible lmao (no kidding it's literally the hottest day ever recorded here today omg me n my pale ass are DYIN) so i haven't been able to finish anything i'm currently working on unfortunately. i hope this little teaser makes up for it :( and i hope everyone is well!

Happy Birthday pt.2 PREVIEW:

“…Surprise.” Jungkook bites, slugging back a whole flute of champagne in one breath, the apartment painfully quiet. Every pair of eyes in the room animatedly wide and zoned in on you and Taehyung, lips ajar and stunned.

Murmuring ensues, quiet to begin with when whispers tumble from your loved ones but the sound is nothing beyond white noise ringing your ears. What the fuck just happened? Hesitantly you take a step forward to your fiancé, blindly pushing yourself over the threshold of the elevator with a racing heart – but it’s too late, Jungkook’s lips are moving again before you reach him, his words barely audible.

“Get out.” His jaw is clenched, fierce gaze looking through you, past you, to the man you arrived with still standing in the golden elevator, your birthday present haphazardly thrown to the floor. “I can’t believe… just get out.” He repeats, exhaling slowly, evenly, as if to calm himself down.

“Guk I’m… I’m so fucking sorry.” Tae sighs, eyes brimming with heartache, “I promise—”

“Promise? You promise? I’ve heard that before. Get the fuck out of my apartment.” Jungkook barks back, pointing to where his best friend stands and your heart has never beaten faster.

Glancing back at Taehyung you struggle to find the right words to say, he’s frozen in place in a choke hold of fear, his feline eyes shiny and swimming with regret. What can you say to either of them to make this better? What should you say? Is there a way to make this better? It’s unknown to you how much everybody heard of your conversation, but assuming from the way Jimin storms to your side with a purpose he’s never showcased before you figure the party heard… well, everything.

“It’s not what it looks like.” You mutter breathlessly, defending yourself with raised palms, still mentally digesting what your fiancé’s best friend just confessed to you. He loves you.

Kook calmly settles the empty flute of champagne on the nearest surface, a modest sized mirrored table adorned with concealed gifts and cards, all labelled for you. You anxiously watch the way his chest rises and falls underneath the taught black turtleneck he wears, paired with slacks and smart shoes of the same colour and an ash grey suit jacket. Jimin’s palm finds your shoulder, he’s gripping you harshly – maybe holding you back? You don’t know, you can’t think of anything other than the fact you’re standing quite literally between Jungkook and Taehyung right now.

You’re what came between them, the reason they fell out.

“Yeah? And what exactly does it look like?” Jungkook quirks a single thick brow, inked fingers coming up to his chin where he drags them over his tensed jawline and pursed lips. It’s undeniable, he’s pissed.

[rubenovichoff]

Would you hold hands and pick up some worms from the concrete? Maybe some slugs too..

mamma mia... well how do we hold hands if there’s all the worms n slugs to fill them with. also now thinking about it i think i’m more squeamish about hand-holding than worm-holding or sharing drinks and straws and cigarettes and food or biting and licking or eating unwashed fruit and runny egg so i would prefer we do those other things. my hands are clammy n cuticles rather unkempt anyways.

now that i have you here though let me tell you this: i think i’m going to keep wormpicker as a permanent facet of my personality. i’m looking to recruit some colleagues. walking home was thinking about what i would put in a ‘get to know the profession’ overview. there’s the obvious nuances to the job itself (gotta put worms in the grass that’s in the direction they were slithering towards, obviously; sometimes you see a nice worm that turns out to be a branch but you have to transform that disappointment into the joyful hope that you will actually find a worm that huge one day; must steel your heart when you inevitably find all those crushed, smeared, smashed worms and, much like a medic, push through the despair, resolving to make a difference for the better even though the work will never be finished (unless uncrushable worms, or no pavement, or levitation, but that’s off topic); to the last point of the never-finished-work - gotta maintain boundaries and ‘clock out’ sometimes, at the end of the day it’s no good romanticising this self destructive passion people have for their jobs, even as compelling as this one. you are more than what you do. look up, see the skies) as well as the broader ambitions and goals of the industry - for example, i think we should be looking to employ robotics with appropriate visual recognition ai to the cause. i’ll be the first one to tell that wormpicking is a form of art, but realistically the manual work is the main resource here, and automating will be highly beneficial. another potential improvement - green-pavement borders raised and curved towards the green to contain the worms. obviously it would be inconsiderate to restrict their movement quite so severely, so the borders would have to be retractable. we lower them for the hours with lowest foot traffic.

then there’s the community angle - asking people to let worms into their hearts and watch their fucking step. this must start with the general spreading of information about the worms, then proceeding to dedicated stations in public spaces - petting zoos, somewhat cringy overly dramatic installations, drone shows, etc. we can sell merch to raise funds. just think about it - worms are very versatile shapewise. we can do jewelry, pillows, hair ties, ear wormers (hehe), turtlenecks, dresses, belts, pillows, antennae, coils, slinkies, vibrators, bread sticks, umbrellas...

i’m open to other ideas.