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princessbrunette · 20 days

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john b was big. you knew it, he definitely knew it.

that never stopped you from trying to please him though. you were an inexperienced thing when the two of you first met, john b still thinking back on the first time you’d asked to go down on him. it was an affair of shy licks, doe eyes, the constant question of “am i doing it right?” followed by the demure command of “please show me how.” the whole idea was ditched pretty quickly, the lover boy hating the idea of putting any kind of uncomfortable strain on you.

you knew your way around the sack a little better now, could take his dick inside you like a champ even though the stretch was still prevalent and it left you bulging each and every time. however, sucking him off still often proved more difficult — your throat apparently just not cut out for it. you were frustrated, because john b was so good at eating pussy, it didn’t seem fair to not return the treatment to the same level of ability.

he can sense this frustration as your brow creases into a frown, dribbling furiously down his aching red tip until your mouth was drawing blanks, trying to lubricate him enough to help the process. he’s smiling softly at you like you were picking flowers or something totally innocent, a distant loved up look in his eye as he cups your face, coarse thumb stroking repeatedly across your cheek and temple to soothe you.

you try him again, taking him into your mouth and beginning to jerk off what you couldn’t reach. you bob your head and he hums, low and raspy in his chest. “good job, pup.” he praises, and something about it makes you stir. your boyfriend genuinely meant it — you were doing a good job, seeing you work to please him made him feel amazing as did your slick mouth and skilled hands… but you wanted to do better than that.

taking a deep breath through your nostrils, you clench one wet fist in your lap as you force yourself down on his length as far as you can handle. “e—easy… baby.” his brows jump higher as he sits up just a little, hands hovering over your head as you hold yourself down. you gag, hard and come back up — sucking in a loud shaky breath. “hey, okay, just go easy sweetheart. remember?” he comforts and you push his hands away, going back down and forcing him into your throat before you’d even fully recovered.

he winces, because yeah — the way your throat tightens around him with each wet gag does feel good. although, he was far too focused on your wellbeing to fully immerse himself. he says your name once, almost in warning before you feel bile rising and you pull off him quickly, aggressively coughing and spluttering. your throat, nostrils and eyes burn and you burst into tears — mad at yourself. he drops everything to scoot forward quickly, going to comfort you. your instinct is to shove away his hands in a slight panic.

“—no—” you gag.

“heyheyheyhey — nonono, sweetheart. breathe with me, yeah? in… and out… just like that puppy c’mon, show me those breathing techniques. remember the ones we did when you got upset? in… good girl…” he finishes silently with an exhale for you to copy and you try, but you’re still sniffling and choking.

“i’m terrible. i’m terrible at this.” you mewl and he shakes his head, cradling you where you kneel.

“who told you that, hm? my sweet girl just pushed herself too hard. thaaaats okay. we live and we learn, don’t we?” he hums in that low timbre that comforts you and you feel yourself calm slightly, your boyfriend swiping away at your tears, snot and saliva. “you don’t need to do all that, pup. you make me feel plenty good. it’s not worth… hurting yourself.” his forehead creases as he stressed this information to you, cupping your cheeks to get you to look at him, ensuring you understood.

you swallow, and make a screwed up face of discomfort at the ache in your throat from practically lodging him down there, possibly bruising your inside. your hand reaches up to touch your neck and his eyes follow.

“is that hurting?” he mutters in questioning and you nod, feeling a little bad for making such a fuss.

“wow, i really should have stopped you sooner. poor girl, huh.” he sighs, gently moving your hand aside to softly massage your throat with his fingers before bringing his lips to your forehead. “yeah i’m sorry the size of me is so…unmanageable… it’s uh— definitely not ideal.” he awkwardly apologises.

“s’not your fault, john b.” you whisper, hating that he blames himself.

“yeah, i know but… yeah.” he dismisses, tucking himself away to pull you up onto his lap. he knows you’ll wanna continue on with having your fun together soon, but for now he needed you to be grounded and feel safe.

#john b prompt #puppy!reader

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my313 · 1 month

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milk teeth ୧ ‧₊˚ 🥛 ⋅ ☆ kang taehyun

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ milk teeth - niki

⋆ pairing: taehyun x f!reader

⋆ summary: taehyun loves the things you do for him. he loves how familiar you are. probably more than he ever liked you.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: angst, suggestive (implied former sneaky link!tyun, implications of sex), unhealthy relationship ++ scenes in italics are flashbacks

⋆ word count: 2.6k

a/n: sorry to solomons he was my muse for this song.... I PROMISE ITS NOT THAAAAT BAD I THINK?? lmk actually if this is sad enough.. highly rec listening to the song while reading, i ref some scenes and lines throughout n just... i love the lyrics ! underrated nicole track icb she wrote this in high school lmao

taehyun had been something between a secret lover and a stranger in the past few months. over the course of your frail affiliation, you jump between thinking that the world was testing you by sending over a guy who would kiss your forehead in the comfort of your dorm room but never look you in the eye in-front of his friends; to being so overtaken by infatuation each time you see his bare skin against your sheets, the sun kissing him on places you’ve found yourself feathering over the night before.

the daydream always shatters when you wake the morning after and the only remnants of his existence within your bedroom are the stains on your bed and the warmth of his body clinging desperately onto where he slept. it’s easy for that dream to rekindle every night; because when taehyun’s at your doorstep with a huge grin on his face, you can’t help but leap into his arms.

when you feel the sun joining you in bed and instead of a phantom of his physique, you find taehyun sound asleep next to you; you can’t fall back asleep. you prop yourself on your side, cheek pressed on your hand and elbow holding your weight, admiring the rare view bestowed upon you. you think it won’t be as rare to see now that taehyun’s your boyfriend — a newly-formed title that came into fruition just yesterday. it wasn’t the most romantic way to ask, settling for a conversation on this very bed after showering together.

it went along the lines of you saying:

“i’m starting to like you a lot, taehyun.”

your back is against his chest, situated between his legs. “yeah?” you etch taehyun’s half-smile, half-smirk in your mind as he plays with your hair. it almost feels like he’s finally in the room with you, not drifting away, someplace else, when you confess. you push the thought to back of your head when you feel his chest rumble from a laugh. “have i stolen your heart yet?”

“...y/n, you thief.”

“am not!” you refute, silly smile stretching your lips, cheeks swelling from the searing affection taehyun offers. it probably burns, but you can’t resist – not when you’re usually off scraping corners of his lukewarm responses and icy texts.

“can i keep it though?” the tone of your voice is hopeful, and taehyun doesn’t have it in him to say anything but yes. he doesn’t know why he does this, is it because you’re nice? the girl you love should probably have more words under her belt than nice. but that’s what taehyun settles for.

you’re so nice that taehyun doesn’t even have to spew out the question.

“can i be your girlfriend, i mean.” you clarify, assuming the silence on his end stemmed from confusion. or that’s what you’ve convinced yourself these kind of moments were; the times where taehyun reels back in and decides you’ve seen enough of his kinder gestures for the time being.

he nods.

giddy, anxious, once again hauled into infatuation; these are the things that culminate in your chest as you watch taehyun stir.

you don’t bother to look away once his eyes flutter open, wincing at the light sneaking between your blinds. “morning, boyfriend.” his lips curve into a small smile, “morning, girlfriend.”

you sit up expectantly, wanting to start the day with all these ideas that have been blossoming since you started liking taehyun. things like making pancakes when he finally stayed long enough until the morning, or simpler ideas like struggling to leave the bed and being tugged back into his arms, “five more minutes…” tickling your nape as he nuzzles into you.

your ideas start to dwindle when taehyun’s first course of action is to pick up his phone and look through his texts. you’re left blinking, confused by the nonchalance that clouded the air in your room. you should be used to this by now. the push and pull was always what made you come back to him anyway; but in your brain, after the intimacy of last night, you had hoped that taehyun’s hot-and-cold would begin to melt.

you don’t want to think about it. giving taehyun the benefit of the doubt is always easier than having to recode your mind to admitting that you just like him a lot more than he does you. you already have a boatload of excuses piled up from all the times you had to defend your crush on him from your friends; always something about “he’s never had a serious relationship, he doesn’t know!” or “he’s just not that kind of guy, y’know..”

instead, you’re pushing yourself out of bed, and that is thankfully enough for taehyun to look up in surprise.

“want pancakes for breakfast?”

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you’re sitting in the back of his friend yeonjun’s car the next time taehyun invites you outside of your stay-at-home ‘dates’.

you’re squished between two long-legged boys, soobin and kai, while beomgyu called dibs on the very back, using the excuse of “somebody needs to hold our shit from falling” as a guise for wanting to catch up on sleep. taehyun’s in front with yeonjun, chatting with a carefree smile.

that kind of smile was reserved for people you knew taehyun held no doubt for. the kind of people that taehyun’s already settled into and signed his lease. you’re a hostel in taehyun’s unknowing search for a home, you start to think.

but you’re young, and there’s plenty of time for renovations and renewals. maybe in a few months time, taehyun’s “nice” and “cute” will turn into “beautiful” and “kind-hearted.” in a few months time, you’ll be more than a place to lounge and leave; perhaps even earn his breathless laughs and sparkling eyes.

today, your destination is a barred cliff overlooking the view of your hometown. beomgyu suggested watching the sundown before spring started, ever the romantic. he’s also the reason taehyun even bothered to bring you; the invite making you audibly gasp over the phone when he called, asking just half an hour before they were set to go. taehyun always did that — made plans and canceled; only to call you a few hours later, when the sinking feeling finally set in and you were ready to push it to the backburner, saying “i’m coming over.”

you’re leaning against the side of yeonjun’s car, taehyun on the edge of the hood and the rest of the boys scattered just around the front. by the time you’ve arrived, the chill of the upcoming night was beginning to creep up.

kai picks up on how much you’re feeling the cold. your teeth are chattering, and your posture hunched into your own body, arms crossed and trying to keep yourself as warm as you could. he blinks at taehyun’s apathy. you’re right next to him, there is no way he couldn’t hear the way your teeth crash against one another, or the hisses you unconsciously spew.

“dude, y/n looks like she’s dying.” kai finally speaks up, interrupting the flow of conversation between his friends.

all five turn to look at you. you feel like you’re being watched like a wild animal at the zoo, scowling at beomgyu’s laughter. his teasing begins, taking advantage of being on taehyun’s other side, sprawled on the hood. he pokes his friend’s forearms, “yeah, tyunnie, y/n looks like she’s dying. why don’t you go warm her up?” his mischievous antics have your heartbeat picking up. you don’t know whether to thank him or jump him.

you’re anxious, for some reason; but you’re also wide-eyed and expectant. you’ve been dating taehyun for a month now and his friends have been warming up to your relationship, though you can’t get beomgyu’s words out of your head — much like now.

you recall it was at one of yeonjun’s parties.

beomgyu hovered around you and taehyun that night, tipsy for the first time in a while. the air was silent, each breath clinging onto the question that beomgyu spilled that night:

“why don’t you ever do anything.. like.. couple-y with y/n? i swear- i’ve only seen you makeout. and that was before you even started dating!”

beomgyu always seemed to know the pain points of your sluggish relationship.

taehyun rolls his eyes at beomgyu’s jabs, though his smile reflects different from the snarky glint in his eyes. you don’t know what he’ll do. will he tug at your arm and pull you over his lap, wrap his arms around you? say “i’ll keep her warm, don’t worry.” and keep you close for the rest of the evening, until the stars wake from their slumber?

your arms are wide open for anything. any semblance of affection or care, anything to make you feel like taehyun isn’t just keeping you for the sake of avoiding being the primary source of your heartbreak. sometimes, it felt like he kept tabs on you like someone who had forgotten about a game they once liked, habitually coming back but never in the same intensity. you remember how he looked at you so hungrily the first time you met. you only ever get glimpses of his twinkling eyes when he has you under him.

your boyfriend shrugs his jacket off and pushes it in your direction, barely looking at your pitiful state. this time, even beomgyu knows to hold his tongue when you both share the same look of disappointment and confusion at taehyun’s frigidity. taehyun resumes his conversation with soobin, though the latter boy awkwardly smiles at you, dimples providing some comfort.

“thanks,” you mutter, holding the jacket to your chest before slipping your arms through the sleeves. you don’t feel much warmer, even with the makeshift feeling of taehyun’s body heat radiating from the inside of his jacket, right on your bare skin.

you’re not sure if it’s the wind that’s keeping you shivering, or the awful feeling that you’ve made the wrong choice.

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“why don’t we ever go on dates, taehyun?” you quiz, half-curious and half-unprepared for the answer you’re going to get. if you get to that point. but tonight, you’re determined to know.

it’s been four months since you and taehyun have started dating, and nothing much has changed from where you started. except for the fact that taehyun thinks he’s starting to get better at keeping you at bay; knowing the right words to say at the right time, being aware of your weak points and using his kisses as a way to sway your lips away from yet another important conversation.

“what do you mean, babe?” he only calls you that when he wants to shut you down. “we just had one. the movie marathon yesterday?”

“no, i mean–” your voice is stuck in your throat. taehyun often has that effect on you. at first, starstruck from seeing him at a frat party; then, when he’s pushing your head down onto the pillow as you tremble beneath him; and now, too cowardly to know how he truly feels about you, but too fed-up not knowing.

“i mean outside dates,” you explain, fingers fiddling aimlessly with each other, trying your best to keep looking at taehyun. he’s sitting across from you, on your bed, again. this godforsaken place that started the turmoil in the first place. “we never do anything planned. we don’t even go out for anniversaries or anything, tyunnie.” you hope the nickname softens the blow.

“i just like being at home with you, love.” taehyun answers gently, like he knows he’s treading on dangerous grounds right now. he doesn’t want to hurt you, and he doesn’t want you blaming him for anything that happens once you’re just another travel stamp on his life; permanently a memory.

despite his consistent nonchalance towards you, taehyun can admit to himself that not having you around would be odd. it would be inconvenient, would be the better word to describe it. your hopes of becoming more than “nice” and “cute” have transformed to something arguably worse; now, you’re “helpful” and “grounding.”

he couldn’t survive without you, but not for the passionate, romantic reasons you long for. taehyun knows this; that he loves the familiarity of you more than he likes you. he likes the heat that radiates off your body more than your body itself; the habits you’ve grown into that he’s responsible for, like the pancakes you make every sunday morning or how you’re always prepared to run to him when he needs you. he doesn’t remember you calling for him like that (though he doesn’t know if he would drop anything as fast as you had done).

“taehyun.”

“what..?”

“you don’t really mean that,” you shake your head, now unable to keep your eyes trained on him. you opt for the solid colour of your sheets.

“why are you.. doubting me?”

“because you’re never here!” your voice is strained; you try to say it in some sort of yell, but it comes out as a desperate screech. “and i mean your mind. your heart. whatever the fuck it is. your body’s here, but you’re always drifting somewhere else!”

you keep going. your mouth is spilling words like a waterfall, the most you’ve ever truthfully said in taehyun’s presence. “you don’t even like being around me. you do just enough to keep us alive, and then you half-ass it until you have to fix it again. what– what kind of relationship is this?”

“babe, wait,” taehyun’s moved from his spot now, laying his palms flat on your shoulders and trying to ease your outburst. you’re starting to sob, hiccups replacing your words. “i-i’m sorry if i made you feel that way–”

“if?” you scoff, and taehyun is taken aback. you’ve been rather docile and forgiving for most of the time taehyun has known you, only ever yelling at beomgyu that one time.

“i mean– i’m sorry that i made you feel that way, baby..” he soothes you, taking your hands and trying to get you close.

“i think we should stop here.” your words are firm in spite of the trembles underneath.

taehyun pauses. it’s the first time you’ve seen him display some sort of fear over you.

“no, no, no,” he’s desperately clutching your hands to his chest, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing kisses to the back of your hand. “it’s only been a few months. i’m just going through something right now, baby. i promise.”

your courage only takes you so far, because you let taehyun toy with your hands, bring his face close enough to make you fluster and cave.

he puts your intertwined hands down, a thud against your unassuming mattress. taehyun’s saving face by pressing his forehead against yours, lips hovering over one another. “i’ll make it better. i’ll be better, i swear.”

so you do. you cave.

when you feel his lips on yours, you know you’re doomed to unwrap the fabric and find you’re still bloodied; that your relationship is bound to break its fragile bones beyond repair. still, another empty kiss bandages over the scabs and wounds you’ve accumulated over the course of your ‘love’ and you make-believe that it isn’t too bad. not at all.

#from.313 #313.softhours #313.hardhours #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun angst #taehyun soft hours #taehyun soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt soft thoughts #txt angst #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt x you #313.tyun

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jalapenokpoppers · 1 year

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Enhypen's reaction to you putting your cold hands up his shirt.

Fluff, crack.

Warnings: Reader puts their hands up enha’s shirt but there’s absolutely nothing sexual about it.

Gn!Reader x Bf!Enhypen

300< words.

✖️Request.

Song rec: Rainbow, NCT DREAM.

Heeseung:

•He jumps so hard.

•But he’s also concerned that you’re so cold.

•Pulls your hands out and holds them in his while scolding you.

•”I told you to bring gloves and you didn’t listen to me, stupid.”

•Blows on your hands and rubs on them.

•Might kiss them too.

Jay:

•Let’s out a high pitched squeak noise that he later denies.

•”Don’t do thaaaat.”

•Puts your hands in his pockets to warm them up.

•”If you’re cold, just tell me next time.”

•Buys you hand warmers next time you’re at the store.

Jake:

•Ok so you all know this boy is TICKLISH.

•He jumps away from you so fast.

•”You’Re frEezinG y/N.”

•Like Heeseung, he’ll warm up your hands by rubbing them with his.

•”Layla needs to come here and warm you up.”

Sunghoon:

•Pulls your hands off of him.

•He’s kind of mad tbh.

•”Stop it.”

•You think you made him upset at first but then he pulls you into a hug.

•”You don’t have to put your frozen hands on me to let me know you’re cold.”

Sunoo:

•He almost screams.

•”Y/nNnnNnn!”

•He pouts.

•But he still gives you his jacket so you can put your hands in the pockets.

•Once your hands warm up a little he’ll hold your hand.

Jungwon:

•The most unfazed.

•Giggles🥺

•”Why are you putting your cold hands on my tummy?”

•He lets you keep them there if want.

•He really likes it when you back hug him and warm your hands up on his belly.

Ni-ki:

•Winces and pulls your hands off.

•”Why are you so cold?”

•He’s so extra about warming you up😂

•Blankets, hoodies and scarves to the point that you’re sweating.

•He pouts when you tell him to stop.

•”I’m just keeping you warm y/n 🫤.”

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #enhypen reactions #lee heeseung #park jay #jake sim #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #riki nishimura

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midniiights-garden · 4 months

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I love your hcs for modern au! mizu, could you possibly write some headcanons relating to her getting into a relationship?

(A/N: YIPPIEEEEE AN ASK!! Omg I think this would be interesting and there's a bunch of other HCs on this but imma put my own spin on it ^^)

Possible TWs!!: Mentions of sex, internalized homophobia, sexisim, racisim, grooming (??)

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Ok so first of all yeah, I wanna flesh out her past relationship with Mikio in this AU. I think it would be important in shaping Mizu's view of her future S/O.

So, as I said in my last post she probably met Mikio when she was in University, he would probably be a teacher or something. Lowkey, considering the age gap, in this AU he would have probably either been some kind of forced relationship like in the canon or he groomed her in some way.

Either way, it made moder!Mizu really wary of kindness, now viewing everyone who is nice to her as a threat.

I'm also basing her trauma responses based on my own so I hope this isn't too OOC, I'm just tryna work off of what I know lol

So when you came into her life (probably introduced by Ringo because he's a cutie patootie ray of sunshine), she was more than skeptical.

It'd be rocky. You'd try to talk and she would only give short, curt answers. Much like canon Mizu.

It'd probably take a consistent half a year of talking to her for her to finally crack. Either that or you'd do something really nice for her like caring for her whilst she was sick or prepared something for her birthday or something of the likes. Either way, you'd have to really make an effort to befriend and win her over, it's more of a her problem then a you problem.

But once her initial coldness has melted away you find a pretty sincere, caring woman. She's only strict with you if she cares. If she doesn't I believe she's the kind of person who would probably just go "eh, whatever" if you did something stupid. But if she cares she'll be like "DO NOT DO THAT".

She'll realise she's in love probably while she's sick lol

Like, she'll see you helping her at her worst, holding her hair back whilst she throws up or something and be like "...oh my god".

Mizu wouldn't confess too soon after realising, she'd take her time to really think about it. Was she ready for a potential heartbreak? Was this worth it? You might find that she'll pull away a little as she thinks. It isn't intentional, but it will probably happen.

You'd probably have to confess first.

She'd secretly be elated but she wouldn't show it too much at first. Actually, she'd be hesitant to show positive emotions at all in the beginning. But as your relationship progresses she realises you aren't like Mikio. You aren't there because of some made up image of her. You're there because you love her. Not an idea of her, but herself, flaws and all.

She's gonna marry you lol.

(A/N: THAAAAT'S IT!!! Also im so sorry for taking so long with this. my gf left me and its my bday today so ive been like moping and playing sdv lmfaoooo. HAPPY NEW YEARS POOKIES <3)

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #i love women #wlw #i love fictional characters #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu come home the kids miss you #x reader #mizu x you #x gn y/n #gn reader #x fem!reader

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canyourfavesurvivecastledracula · 2 months

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Would Artemis Fowl, from his book series, survive Castle Dracula?

pros:

Child Genius (psychology, physics, folklore and mythology, chess, and more)

Ruthless (blackmailed a fairy in exchange for magic knowledge, kidnapped another fairy for two tons of gold)

Determined (crawled through painful mildly radioactive sludge to save his friends once, travelled the arctic to save his dad)

Resourceful (literally a millionaire at the start of his series, has Magical Resources by the end)

Minor magic skills (weak capacity for commanding voice and resisting psychic commands)

cons:

overconfident (regularly underestimates his opponents. the times he was wrong about his opponents things went off the rails big time)

not physically fit (so bad that he considers buying exercising gear from an infomercial when faced by his own lack of athleticism, finds running in running shoes more awkward than in dress shoes)

insufferable (he must make it clear he is the smartest person in the room)

bad cook

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Oh heck this is a submission not an ask! Thaaaat's why my only option is "edit."

Gonna add the other two asks to it as well:

So. On the one hand he's a child so and both inherently delicious and easy to underestimate. On the other hand his underestimability might be somewhat undercut by his need to be the smartest guy in the room. One question is whether Dracula believes him to be the child genius that he is, because Dracula also thinks he's the smartest guy in the room and is dismissive (to his detriment) of other people's intellect. So once again this seems like it might wind up an underestimation contest. And between Fowle's extensive research and familiarity with the supernatural, I think he has the advantage here... unless it makes him overconfident?

The ability to resist mind-contol and potential preparedness is a double-edged sword. It means he won't lie still when the Girlies come to eat him - which means he'll get chased and hunted instead, and he certainly can't outrun them.

I can't see his incredible wealth helping him inside the Castle. His tech skills perhaps. Can he pick locks? How good is he at improvizing? How hamstrung will he be by the theft of his Stuff?

He's a genius though, right? So unlike poor Jonathan, he will probably figure out that there isn't any key. Two weeks of brain cudgelling might actually result in some kind of a Plan. I don't know what it could possibly be, but I am not a child genius. He definitely cannot make it down the wall, but if there's another available exit strategy he will find it.

The other factor is that Artemis Fowle is specifically an evil genius. Will he attempt to join forces with Dracula? Can he convince Dracula to let him be his, I dunno, project manager? Will Dracula abide by such a deal? (Will Artemis expect him to?)

I am leaning slightly towards Artemis Fowle surviving but I really don't know

#submission #artemis fowl #inventors #children #aristocrats

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k-looking-glass-house · 2 months

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Happy (fanon) Birthday Sam (Sammy boy!)!

Yes....it's happening, ...Did I gave fanon birthday to the twiwon's cast leftover.....Yes!

I only wanted Sam to be....a pisces...very important information....yes.... and 7 because...lucky 7 for a cursed merchant...

(When I decide to make something special about it ...tadadadadaaaa SSR Crowley popped out of nowhere....THAT BIRD THAAAAT BIIIRD!!!)

Once again this is not an edit. And I really need to work harder on line pressure... But I am such a lazy one...

....That outfit got a long history.....The coat is a Loewe x Howl's moving castle collab.... The shirt and pants are "Moschino" inspired and the shoes are the famous 80/90 brand colorful "Chanel". Kind of twisted design from a street magician... Yes he's wearing an aviator hat because blame pixiv wonderful artists and their headcanon...Sam is scarred on broom....don't ask...my brain...my fashion sense...and you wondered why models walk with "trash bag" on themself....our brain....

SAM~ SSR Birthday friends on the other side

Summon Line: “And I got friends on the other sideee~ Gneehihi everyone is ready to party right now!”

Groooovy!!: "I got things I never tried! But I got friends on the other side!"

Home: "IN STOCK NOW! Gneehihi I'm joking, I'm joking, today is a day off after all~"

Home Idle 1: "à#** Yes? Ah sorry kooni-chan, I was talking to the shadow~"

Home Idle 2: "I can't wait to go back to Jubilee port, my sisters made me a surprise party....which is no longer a surprise party *crazy grinning face* ***"

Home Idle 3:" I am still quiet young among the NRC adult crew~ *cute face*"

Home Idle - Login: "Kooni-chan look this way *stare* !!... Yes indeed my red socks are a gift from Mister Crewel. He said" Sammy-boy, to make a statement in your outfit". I enjoy them a lot gneehihi"

Home Idle - Groovy: "You reside in Ombrorio with every campus's ghosts, you must treat them properly!"

Home Tap 1: "Sam the Shadow man! I was even called Oogie Boogie back then! *shadow dancing around*"

Home Tap 2: "I am craving chicken gombo... You should definitely taste my cousin Tia' "cuisine"!"

Home tap 3: "Those necklaces pearls are gifted by our Carnaval princess, it brings good fortune!... No I didn't catch too many of them.*side eyes*"

Home Tap 4: "I have a lot of secret you know gneehihi~ If you ever need some information come to me, we'll make a good deal about it~"

Home Tap 5: "Sam...? What...Last name?...Gneehihi how bold and brave of you kooni-chan. It's Sam D. because I was born on a samedi! No more question shh shhshhh! *silent finger mouth pose*"

Home Tap - Groovy: "You're green!! Ah no I mean I'm a royal from my mother side you know *stare*"

Bonus: MAGIC DUO

Sam: Kooni-chan IN STOCK NOW 50% off!! Yuu(sona): Happy birthday Mister Sam!

*Sam's sisters are part of @evilcokito 's lore... I love them soooo much that it's canon in my head and I added them to my own lore haha (Hope you don't mind Coco...)

*Sam D is a pun word with the french word samedi which means saturday, but is also related to "Baron Samedi"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst sam #k imeart #twst fanon birthday #last post on queue till spring #hiatus till spring #once again take care of yourself and your loved one #also 4th jp twst anniversary is coming around!!#also also also....they made a “remake” of epic mickey....rebrush...I am dying more...#oswald the lucky rabbit....finally after 100 years...the world will know

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auncyen · 2 months

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act 5 au

today's writing progress which. may very well require changes lol

"I still have some questions," Odile says, and you bite back a sigh because of course she does. "You've been looping in time. What was this afternoon about? Why not just tell us then? What was the point of showing me the familytale today? You could have shown me when the loop was over."

"Because it makes you happy, and then you learn a useful skill." You hate the answer as soon as it leaves your mouth. You don't want to lie, but maybe that's too honest. Just tell them you're manipulative, why don't you?

Well, you are. That's why you showed her the familytale.

"Oh, huh." Isabeau sounds pensive. "Yeah, I've heard emotional clarity is good for figuring out new techniques. …You were trying to teach Bonnie something, too, weren't you? Though, putting yourself in danger really isn't a good way to do it, Sif. That was, uh, about the worst thing you could have done with them."

You roll your eye. "It always worked before. I wasn't in any real danger." The worst case scenario was that you'd need to loop, and it'd be really pathetic if such a weak Sadness caused that.

"Thaaaat's not how it sounded." Isabeau leans against the sink, folding his arms. "…You were trying to do that with all of us, weren't you? We were supposed to go stargazing? And, uh…" He looks over at Mirabelle, who huffs, seeming to have calmed down from her tears enough to manage indignation.

"I don't know how I would get any kind of 'emotional clarity' from that--"

"I said it wrong! I meant--"

"No, no! I want to figure it out myself," Mirabelle insists, puffing her cheeks out at you, so--fine. She doesn't need to know that skill anyway, her regular shield will do just fine--

You still haven't reminded her about the CARROT method. Stars. "Okay, but you do need to learn how to make a shield. So, remember the CARROT method, and figure it out."

Everyone looks baffled by various degrees, but that's fine. Mirabelle always looks confused when you hint it to her at the start of a loop anyway. "You know about the CARROT method?" Isabeau asks.

"No, I just know that she knows the CARROT method, and it helps her figure out how to make shields."

"What happens if I don't figure it out?" Mirabelle asks.

"King kills us."

…Oh, that was definitely a too-honest answer. Mirabelle's eyes go round as saucers as one hand flies to her mouth, and even Odile looks alarmed next to her. "…Sif," Isabeau says slowly. "The way you said that…have we actually died?"

You look aside. "He finishes me off first and then I loop back, so, I don't think so?" Not as long as there's only one timeline getting reset, which you have to believe. You can't stomach the situations you've left the others in if they stayed after you were gone. "But it doesn't look good."

"You've died." Isabeau doesn't seem to take any relief from the clarification.

"And then I loop back, and I'm fine!" You sweep your hand in front of yourself, from the brim of your hat to just below your hips, and smile at him. "See?"

His eyebrows stay hovering far above where they normally would rest. You keep smiling at him, fighting not to bare your teeth.

"Sif--"

"Stars, Isa, am I bleeding?" you snap. Why can't he just believe you? "Do you see some gaping wound I've missed? Looping resets everything! I'm not hurt! I'm fine!" You turn to Odile. "Why would I tell everyone I'm looping through time when people are going to get hung up on stupid things like this?"

Odile looks so disappointed with you. "Do you really think you're fine, Siffrin?"

#in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #act 5 au #idk if I actually want some of this coming out this early in the fic #(especially that last part)#so it might change #BUT ALSO I'M JUST REALLY GLAD I MADE SOME PROGRESS TONIGHT #SO I'M SHARING PART OF IT

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peony-flowerking7 · 3 months

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Storyboard

The bite scene never left my mind, so I'm animating...maybe first the bases and then I can start this.

Like THEY ARE SO CUTE OH LORD! Like Wukong is a sneaky cheeky flirty destructive trickster monkey that he makes Duzhe question their relationship and HE LIKES THAAAAT He loves their reactions, and is like a monkey curious. He's most likely a type of spider monkey. I DON'T KNOW I'm still trying to see what kind of relationship they would have. AAAHHH

It not supposed to be professional it just for fun and also because it helps me plan out what I want in the animation. Also mosquito are back and I hate it!

#peony art #peony storyboard #storyboard #jttw sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #wukong #wukon #journey to the west au #journey to the west monkey #jttw #journey to the west #in progress #progress #work in progress #peony wip #wip animatic #art wip #character interaction

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offbrandkyoya · 8 months

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67 what about us?

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cw: implied sex, alcohol, vomit

It’s been a while since 5WIRL had a tour. Now that Scaramouche joined the team, they’ve been gaining popularity again.

First day starts tomorrow and to celebrate, Venti throws a grand party. It took a lot of convincing and, for some reason, their manager has a soft spot for Scaramouche, the party was approved.

It was just the six of them having fun. Well, some of them. Scaramouche stands at a corner with his cup of alcohol. He doesn’t really drink and he kind of doesn’t want to. If you were there, you’d tell him that he shouldn’t be drinking at this time. He sighs and takes a sip regardless. Aether walks up to him with his own cup. “Missing yn still?” Scaramouche blushes but that gives Aether the hint. “I know that what happened isn’t okay and I think right now, yn just wants you to focus.”

Scaramouche frowns. “But isn’t really okay for me to ignore it? Yn-“ “You didn’t ignore it, Scaramouche. Sometimes it’s best if you step aside.” Scaramouche wanted to ask more but remained silent. Aether smiles softly. “They’ll be okay. It’s Yn after all.” Scaramouche nods then Aether smacks his back. “Enough moping around! Let’s have fun!” Scaramouche stutters as Aether links his arm around his and drags him to the rest.

Almost everyone gets drunk and tell jokes. Aether seemed to be able to handle his alcohol well since he really wasn’t drunk yet. Everyone else on the other hand was a bit tipsy. The most was Venti of course. After many drinks, Scaramouche was out of it. He took out his phone and walks out the room, swaying side to side. He close the door behind him and calls your number.

You pick up, “Scara?” “Yn! You’re awake!” He hiccups and your suspicions rise. “I am. I’m working on my project.” “Oh yeahhhhh!” He giggled. “You’re so talented. I can’t wait to see you-“ another hiccup. “Win.” “Scara, are you drunk?” He shakes his head with a laugh. “I’d never do thaaaat!” That made you giggle. “Be careful, Scara.” “Mmm you don’t have to worry about me! I’m soooo strong and brave!” “Oh my! My Prince Charming!” Scaramouche beams. “Yes! I’ll make you happy.” You blush. “Thank you.”

“I miss you.” He says, “I miss you everyday. I want to hold you so bad. I want to kiss you.” Suddenly, his voice deepens. “I even fantasize about pleasuring you.” You gasp, face burning. “Scaramouche! People can hear!” “There is no people!” You sigh a bit nervous. “I love you.” Suddenly, time stops. You blink before asking, “What did you just say?” “Umm I think I said I love you.” He hiccups and giggles. “I loveeee you! I love you! I love you! I loveeeeee you!” You stutter and cover your mouth. “I-“ “I love you so much, yn. My wonderful partner that I want to grow old with. Someday, I hope we get married and have those ten kids Venti mentioned.”

You laugh a little. “Scara, that’s a bit too much.” “But it’s true!” You smile but still think about what he said. “Scara,” “Yes baby?” Your heart jumps. “Do you really love me? After everything that’s happened? You’re not embarrassed of me?” Scaramouche goes quiet for a moment and you’re starting to think you just asked a stupid question. “Why would I be embarrassed of you again?”

You blink, “Um, well, that video-“ “What video?” ‘You’re kidding.’ “That video of me. You know, the one where you asked me about?” “Ohhhhhhhhh!” He laughs, “Yn, I don’t care about all that! I love you! Isn’t that enough?” You smile and laugh. “I’m sorry. That was silly of me.” “Mhm! Very silly.” “Hey, you’re not supposed to agree.” “I just did!” You both laugh. “I do love you, yn. A lot. I’m glad stupid Childe convinced me to join.” “Good. I’m glad you joined too.” You let out a breath before saying, “Scara, I love-“ Out of nowhere, you hear your boyfriend gag and vomit over the phone.

You jump off your bed. “Oh my god! Scara!? Are you okay?!” “Uhhhh I feel funny.” “Scara, find Aether. Find anyone!” “I’m tired. Yn, kiss me good-“ He throws up again and you scream. “Scara!” Somehow, over all the music, Aether sensed something was wrong. Xiao, who was knocked out drunk, slept on Aether shoulder as he snores and drools. Aether pulls Xiao away from him slowly and gets up from his chair for Xiao to rest his head on. He would tell the others to look after him but they were busy doing karaoke. Aether glances at Xiao then at them. ‘He’ll be fine.’

Aether opens the door, gasps, and backs away at the sight of vomit. “Scaramouche?!” Scaramouche turns to him and hands Aether his phone. “It’s broken. Fix it!” “Wha-?!” “Aether?!” “Yn?!” Aether steals his phone. “Aether, is he okay?!” “He’s fine.” He says as he wraps an arm around his waist. “Don’t worry, Yn. I’ll handle this.” “Okay…” Scaramouche groans, “Yn, I’m dying.” “You’re not dying.” Aether rolls his eyes. “Please take care of him.” “I will.” With that, you hang up and Aether goes to clean up a dizzy Scaramouche.

When the party was over, Scaramouche woke up with a headache. So did Venti and Xiao. Aether, not so much. He was just exhausted about having to take care of everyone. That leaves off with the other two.

Heizou yawns and stretches as he wakes up. He blinks a couple of times until he looks next to him. No one was there until he turned to his other side and Kazuha was putting on his pants. Heizou sits up and hugs him from behind. Kazuha was shirtless so Heizou admired his build. Heizou plants a kiss on his shoulder and Kazuha sighs.

“Heizou.” “What?” Kazuha doesn’t look at him but shakes him off. “You know the drill.” “Not my fault you’re sexy.” Kazuha rolls his eyes and puts on his shirt. Heizou lays back down and watches Kazuha look at himself on his phone camera. “I’m not that much of an idiot to give you hickeys at this moment.” Kazuha still doesn’t face him. “You get out of hand sometimes.” “Yeah and you like it.” Silence and Kazuha puts his phone away. He looks around, “Have you see my hair tie?” “No.” Kazuha gets up and looks around. He finds it under the bed and goes to put his hair in its classic ponytail.

Heizou finally sits up and continues to watch him. “Arent you going to get ready?” Kazuha asks him. “Yeah.” Theres silence and Kazuha was ready to leave. “I’m heading out.” “Wait.” Kazuha turns to him. “What is it?” Heizou quickly puts on his shirt and pants before getting off his bed. “We need to talk about this.” “Talk about what?” “You know what.” Heizou motions at the two of them. “I want to stop doing this.” Kazuha let’s out a sigh and scratches his head. “Fine. If that’s what you want.” He starts to walk again but Heizou stops him.

“That’s it? So what? I’m just used for your satisfaction?” Kazuha sighs, “Don’t start this again.” “But I am! Kazuha, I like you! I seriously like you! I don’t want to keep doing this.” Kazuha bit his lip. “I like you too, Heizou, but-“ “But what?! Is it about the media? Who gives two shits about what they think!” Kazuha shakes his head. “No, no, it’s not that.” “Then what?” Heizou walks towards him slowly and grabs his hand. “Please, Kazuha.”

Kazuha finally looks at him and his eyes water. “I can’t do this, Heizou. Im scared.” Heizou places his other hand on his cheek. “Why are you scared?” Kazuha shakes his head. “It’s stupid.” “I can listen.” Kazuha wipes his eyes and sniffles. “I…” He takes a deep breath in. “I had someone and…” Heizous eyes widen and moves his hand away. “Oh. You’re not over them..” Kazuha stays quiet. “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s okay.” Heizou let’s go of him and the two stand, avoiding each others gaze.

“I do like you, Heizou. I just… i just need time.” “How much time? I dont think i can keep waiting.” “I don’t know.” Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. “Heizou.” It’s Venti. “Time to get up. We’re about to head out. Oh, and tell Kazuha too. I checked his room and he’s not there.” “Okay.” Heizou replies and the boy listen to Ventis footsteps fade away.

Kazuha looks back at him but Heizou turns away. “We need to get ready.” “Yeah..” Kazuha walks out and heads to his room. Once entering, he slides down his door and tears escape him. He covers his face in distraught. “Why am I such an idiot?”

- um

- yeah

- it doesn’t get better

- :D

- I’ll proofread this later I’m tired as shit

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