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mittensmorgul · 1 year
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I'm curious about how Sam was originally supposed to be the "main" character, but (imo) Dean always kinda felt like the main character, or at least carried the emotional weight of the show more often than Sam. Am I mistaken? Do you know why that is, or have any meta written about that already?
hi hi! I know there's already a bunch written about this, and a lot of it is in my kripke tag right here.
Maybe a good place to start is Kripke's original idea for the show. If you haven't read what I call the Harrison Draft, his original concept for the show, I think it goes a long way toward explaining it. Real quick, it opens on Dean discovering their father dead in the cold open, and then going to find Sam at his graduation from Stanford. The two of them had been raised "normal" by an aunt and uncle, and had always been told their father was insane, and may have even killed their mother. They weren't raised hunting, so Sam believes Dean is also insane for coming back with stories about demons and such. Sam was the audience pov character of "normal person learning about this whole world of monsters" while Dean was the gateway into that world for Sam/the audience.
And that is 100% NOT the show we watched. lol!
I think some of it is leftovers from Kripke's original pitch for the show, too (which you can read right here, and I highly recommend it, it's only 4 pages long), that posits STAR WARS IN TRUCK STOP AMERICA, with Sam as a reluctant Luke Skywalker and Dean as the swaggery Han Solo. And just... lol.
But then the concept of the show evolved into the pilot we did end up getting, and Kripke hired a bunch of other writers to help flesh out the blank slates of these characters, and Jensen and Jared were hired and the writers were like... heck... this Dean chap... he's got unplumbed depths... And he was just so compelling and took us all by the hand and showed us his world. While Sam's early seasons goal was repeatedly attempting to run away from that world.
I mean, granted Sam hated what that world put on him from the start, but honestly so did Dean so like... why did Sam want to escape it while Dean was so determined to keep on saving people and hunting things? It made him compelling. It made him the hero by choice.
And I mean, so much of the early seasons Bad Stuff happened TO Sam, leaving it on Dean to be our connection to it, you know? Sam was the one having visions and feeling less-than-human, and we the audience instead of seeing Sam as "the normal one" and therefore the audience POV character, we were asked to instead stand in Dean's shoes, protective older brother to Sam who was left to try and figure out how to save his brother from all of it.
And that might not be the story Kripke originally set out to tell, but it's what became the foundation of the show from like... episode 2. Definitely by episode 3. Obviously by "main" character here I'm speaking of the audience POV character, which doesn't always fall on Dean's shoulders to carry. They definitely tried to balance that, especially in later seasons by foisting the MoC on Dean, and then the whole possessed-by-Michael arc, making Dean the "problem" that Sam had to solve.
The show is very obviously about both of them, in different ways, and neither of them is "The Main Character" in a way that the show would work if you just, say, killed one of them off, you know? But Dean very quickly became "the more relatable one" to the audience pov. He was Just A Guy™ against Sam's "psychic visions coming true oh gosh am I a Supernatural?!" And one of those things is far more relatable to most viewers, you know?
The show happens TO Sam, and Dean reacts to that by choice.
heck I'm running out of ways to express what's essentially one thought :'D
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caixxa · 9 months
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A1,A 2, B6, B9, BASICALLY ALL OF THE C QUESTIONS! PLS I WANT TO KNOW! (if you feel like responding lmao) thank you, love you and hope you are having a really nice day! <3
Sorry that it took so long to answer! I had a hellish day and we live on almost opposite time zones, so.
A1: When did you start reading fanfiction?
Summer 2016, after Euro 2016. As an adult, well past 30, I rediscovered the fun of being A Fan.
A2: How did you find your first fic?
I googled, learned new search phrases to google until I found the stuff I really liked. I think the first searches were like "Gareth Bale fan fiction" and the really effective one that I think finally led me to Ao3 (I have no idea what the first sites were) was more in the way of "Cristiano ronaldo gareth bale m/m slash" lol. I read only as a guest user for months, I didn't make my own account until I wanted to write and post my own work.
B6. What is your favourite story trope? Why?
Friends to lovers with sexual exploration on the way. Seductive younger man developing in a twisted power balance/imbalance relationship with an older man. Stuff with sexual tension and a vibe of something forbidden.
B9. Who is your OTP?
I'm such a multi-shipper! I always say it's Aho/TT because they are soulmates and the Finnish connection and two cherubs who share a brain on the ice and fly together and are stupid codependent bros. But I've come to think that the true OTP is Sepe/mentors and authority figures. I came to that conclusion when I heard on the Canes Corner podcast that in his first interviews, he always mentioned Ron Francis, and I couldn't but nod along. Of course he did. A franchise legend who drafted him, of course. He still mentioned him on the Siim Liivik podcast like last summer, you know. He loves Rod, he loves Pekka, he loves Justin Williams, he was so into Burns being traded to the Canes. He's a fireball on the ice but off the ice, his daddy kink can be seen from SPACE.
THe C section:
What trope are you tired of reading? Why? Self-harm or suicide as a romantic plot point. It should be self-explanatory, I detest all variations of the trope where romantic counterpart saves the protagonist from shit they should figure out with themselves first, especially if there is a "love as a miracle cure" element to it. I feel similarly about th "you deserve better, let me save you from your abusive relationship by making you mine". No. If this happens from a base of friendship and they develop love later, that works, but falling in love as a cure because The One Sees Your Beauty When Others Don't is yucky. Elaborate proposals in front of an audience gathered specifically to celebrate the occasion as peak romance is so weird too, maybe I just don't get American wedding culture. (These tropes are more present in m/f imagines than m/m rpf, tho)
What word or expression always makes you cringe when you read it? "Too" when it's supposed to be "to" is the only one of those that I often see in fic writing, but in general, "Their" when you mean "They're" or "it's" for "its" when native speakers do it... IT'S YOUR OWN LANGUAGE! HOW CAN YOU NOT GET THE EASY ONES RIGHT?
Is there anything that makes you nope out of a story? What is it? Double spacing between each paragraph. I know that it's mostly because the Ao3 rich text editor doesn't copy/paste google docs right. I will have to be REALLY drawn into the story and want to read it really bad to struggle through that.
What thing that fandom loves do you actually kind of hate? Why? Hockey fights. They're so unnecessary, they're just an example of the American fixation on violence and vigilante justice. It's okay to me that hockey is a rough game, cross checking and body checking is absolutely fine by me, but dropping the gloves.. it's such a stupid, primitive thing to do. Hockey does fine without it. I know this is unpopular bc y'all love violence. I see all the wrestling posts y'know, and all the "hot" tags in hockey fight posts. *points at all directions, staring judgementally*
What character that fandom loves are you just kinda “meh” about? Why? Hockey players: Anthony Beauvillier. This is just about his looks, I don't see what most people see, he looks so plain to me.
Is there anything in canon that made you want to quit the show? What was it? Why did you hate it? Are we still talking hockey/sports because all i read is sports rpf? Well, I used to like F1 but Ihave very little interest in it now. I just don't think that a motorsport that is done on vehicles for no other use than driving on these extensive tracks made of concrete and asphalt just for it is just gross. In rally, there is at least something organic (lol) and relatable. Also, the last Cristiano Ronaldo fic I read was after his transfer to Juventus, after that I think he's made a fool of himself.
Who is your NOTP? Sepe/Seth Jarvis, Sepe/Jordan Martinook. I think it's bc I have zero attraction to the other guy haha, plus Jarvy only gives me goofy little brother vibes, not ship vibes. Also, Cressi was the big ship when I entered football rpf and I could see the two superstars, rivals, el clasico etc etc intellectually but I just sensed no chemistry between cr7 and messi whatsoever so it's always been kinda NOTP for me.
What is one plot twist you wish people would stop using?  Do all the plot twists your heart desires, man, writing is supposed to be fun! But what I said in C1 counts here too.
What show did you really try to watch, but you just couldn’t? This happens with all the shows. I watch a few episodes but can't find the time to finish them. I also skipped a lot (most) of NHL games last season because I need to sleep.
What book could you just never get into, no matter how hard you tried? I don't try hard with my reading, if I don't like the book I quit. The hardest I've tried was probably War and Peace which I read so slowly that I eventually forgot what had happened before and kinda drifted off it after maybe 20%.
Thank you for the ask and have a super duper fine summer!!
(the ask game post is this)
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cloveroctobers · 2 years
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THEA MAYS x f!READER / Summer Prompts
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A/N: remember when I said there would possibly be a spring prompt for this want to be mean girl? Lol. Officially deleted it from my drafts since it’s summer now and we got to get it together! Anyways been wanting to write for awhile now so why not slide into something light?! Kinda. So I can continue to be inspired to write this lovely season. Although most of the AA + AA HC works will flop a little since the tags aren’t that updated, people hate the writing—which I get! or it’s usually the same shit you see there. Anyways!!!
WARNINGS: Deflecting + Thea being problematic?
Song that inspired this —
#4. Pool Party from this prompt list here — https://hailing-stars.tumblr.com/post/653205377012367360/summer-prompts-heres-a-list-of-thirty-summer
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Thea’s argument for everything lately was simply, she was figuring things out. And sure there was nothing wrong with that statement per se…until it started to become an excuse.
Once the classes before summer approached were officially over, Thea couldn’t wait to actually get away from bringston university. Thea had until July before she left for Seychelles to spend the summer with her grandmother and thought about throwing a pool party at her house. Both of her parents were away on “business” with her mother landing in Dubai and her father in Chicago—which really meant being away from each other (since they were attempting to avoid a divorce) it was the perfect idea.
At least you tried to persuade. You were really Thea’s only best friend, the only one she allowed to get close enough to; you were the one to always bring her out of her shell when she needed it. You saw pass the whole queen bee trope Thea was still sticking with and sure you were always down for some one on one time with your bestie but the semester took a turn to say the least.
The party was in full swing with the heat baking down on the various of melanin that decorated Thea’s backyard. Everyone was invited, even people that Thea didn’t invite but somehow ended up here attended. Thea wasn’t one to have people up in her space and muttered that she should have thrown a beach party instead but once she had a few Jell-O shots she seemed to simmer down.
That’s until Damon Sims approached the both of you, who lounged against the pool trimmings. He was dressed casually with a white tank assorted with a single gold chain, pink and black printed swim trunks, slides, started to let some facial hair grow in and cut his thick hair down to have his waves on swim, also his skin looked really moisturized in this blazing Georgia heat.
“Damnit, he looks good.” Thea scoffed beside you, before she brought her own red cup back up to her lips.
You snorted before putting on a smile up at the six foot man who approached the two of you.
“Ladies, it’s good to see you.” He started.
Thea flicked her hair back with one hand staring off in another direction with her sunglasses covering her eyes, “is it though?”
You nudged her.
Damon kept his cool, “I didn’t think JR would get the invite first but it’s coo, I know you’ve been busy since...Classes ended.” He chose his words carefully.
“Glad you could make it, Mr. High yellow!” You raised your plastic cup at the man who laughed at your joke with a slight roll of his eyes, tapping his cup against yours.
It seemed at if thea wouldn’t be doing much talking. And it didn’t take long for Damon to pick up on that as he shot you a look in which you shrugged your shoulders and mouthed a, “sorry,” to him.
He cleared his throat, “thea…do you think you and I can go have a conversation?”
“No.” She snapped, “go carry a new conversation somewhere else maybe with Simone, actually. I know how much you love talking to her and I didn’t even invite her ass.”
Grimacing you took a sip of your fruity cocktail.
Damon began to squat down in the space between the two of you, keeping his tone steady, “don’t be like this baby—
“Oh no,” Thea laughed, “don’t think you can just waltz over here throwing around pet names like it’s supposed to mean something to me. You chose her side time and time again even after I screwed up my arm…it’s insulting and I don’t deserve to be anyone’s number two. I worked too damn hard for everything and I deserve to have fun, not someone wasting my time.”
Damon inhaled as he noticed some eyes watching the dynamic. He gently placed his hand on Thea’s shoulder, which she flinched away from. He eased up, raising his hands in surrender, “Sure I could do better but…I’ve never chosen Simone over you.”
“Bullshit!” Thea hissed, “it’s always been that way, I maybe clueless to a lot of things but this mess of a relationship? Absolutely not! I should have listened to y/n from the very beginning.” Thea huffed, glancing up at the bright sky.
You felt Damon’s eyes burn into you now. Of course Thea threw you under the bus without thinking. Sure you and Damon got along since you shared a few classes together; before he got involved with Thea but that did not mean you didn’t have an opinion on this whole ordeal.
Damon sighed, “I agreed on this mini separation…thinking it would help us both get our minds right when it came to tennis and baseball but I really think we should further talk it out.”
Thea shoved her shades back so Damon could see the fire beneath her dark eyes. She smirked up at him sitting in silence for a moment and you knew that did not mean anything good.
The next thing you know, Thea’s reaching for the side of your neck and turning your jaw by her fingertips and you couldn’t catch her eyes as she was only staring at your lips. She took a small inhale before she planted a kiss right on yours. And you were guilty because you kissed back in that very short impulsive moment.
When she abruptly pulled back, still holding onto your skull she smiled back menacingly at Damon who’s brows were definitely furrowed right now.
“There’s your answer, damon.” Thea licked his lips, “there’s not much else to talk about, you see? I’m not just going to sit around and wait for you to decide to pick me for once. So leave me the hell alone and don’t come crawling back once you see me consistently leveling up.” She fanned her hand at the boy, handing him her cup before she lifted off the cemented seat to filly submerge herself into the water.
And both you and Damon watched her for a moment, until damon scoffed and rubbed at his nose in disbelief before leaving in silence. You on the other hand had very conflicting feelings as you watched Thea be all smiles while she chatted with someone else in the water.
You knew what your sexuality was (so did Thea) and then you thought you knew all that this is to know about Thea Mays…better than anyone yet she pulled a stunt like this? To prove what exactly? You didn’t like being used and that was part of the conflicting feelings you were experiencing right now.
So you finished you drink and also found yourself getting into the pool, but at the opposite end.
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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.
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lychniis · 1 year
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Heres a whole grab bag for that tag game: every tenth question >:3c
you're really putting me up to this huh-
10 - do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?
multiple. i will chose any route that will eventually fuck me up because my brain has many idea and wants to write n o w. i do have casual fics at the side that i don't feel half as pressured to update...they're more of 'writing practice' in a sense.
20 - do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?
b o t h. you cannot make me chose, i shall chose both, they're both my babies, my babygirls. but i do like diverging from canon sometimes, even though it's mostly unintentional at first ( with genshin's lore being far from complete ).
30 - how much do you edit your fics?  do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?
the sole reason why memory took as long as it did was because i edit as i write. i mostly finish the first draft, but if the length o the fic is longer, i tend to edit as i write it down. it saves time having to scour an entire document for errors since my attention span is non existent XD.
40 - what is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?
...for fanfics, i'd say it's what i have in store for memory ( there's one chapter with a hidden market run by scam artist apsaras and it is glorious XD ).
for original fics, it would have to be the 'small city with no name' from my original concept 'and here the city ends'. the place is set right on top of a seraphim graveyard with a creepy magic wood and one eldritch subdimension created from a collective hivemind and the souls of dead animals.
the wild hunt is also a thing in said fic. i always entertained the idea of tired dad gwyn ap nudd whose wild hunt is now posing as a motorcycle gang with the onset of urbanization. ( you know all about it, moth- )
50 - how would you describe your writing style?
inconsistent. a lot of people say it's poetic, but i say it's inconsistent. sometimes it's short and snappy. sometimes it's flowery. sometimes it's descriptive...there's a lot going on, chief. but i'd like to find one that i'm comfy with writing soon though.
60 - in [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?
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i had to hunt you down in discord for this. hmmmm, okay so it's a funny story. i like listening to carl sagan's talks on the universe, even if i don't understand a few concepts. he always has something really cool and philosophical to say, y'know?
anyway, this was actually a favorite quote of his, and after some research, i did read up about how the base elements were created and scattered through supernovas, and how our atoms were made from old stars.
and my brain went "lol, imagine getting yote into genshin and spouting this out, your partner would be so confusion' and since it was a little past diluc's birthday, i mulled over the idea of a reader who misses their home world and it went nuts from there.
70 - are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?
yes, quite a few. you're my first XD.
80 - free space - asker can come up with any writing or fic-related question they want!
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i will forever stay loyal to li.
but xiao is one, along with diluc ( i like my boys angsty sometimes too ). amongst the girls, shenhe is a definitely because of her very straight laced, deadpan attitude as well as ei XD ( i actually have a wip featuring ei in the works ).
i am interested in writing capitano and itto ( since simp for one and covet the other ). wanderer is also growing on me so him too XD.
in demon slayer, it's kyojuro. definitely kyojuro along with sanemi and inosuke.
ask game
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igarbagecannoteven · 1 year
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2022 Writing Evaluation
thanks so much @clumsyclifford , @allsassnoclass , & @jbhmalumm for tagging me in this! i'm gonna talk about my fics in all fandoms even tho this is my music blog bc i don't have anything separated into pseuds (i strive for chaos on my ao3 account) putting it under the cut bc i'm sure it's gonna be long lol
number of stories posted on ao3: 25! 18 in 5sos, 4 in hp, and 3 miscellaneous fandoms
word count posted for this year: 40,705
fandoms i wrote for: 5sos, hp, discworld, doctor who, & dungeons and daddies
pairings: lashton (4), cashton (3), muke (2.5) (bc they're background in one), malum (2), cake (2), mashton (1), penelope/percy (1)
story with the most kudos/bookmarks/comments: burnt eggs & broken promises has the most kudos, do you wanna touch (yeah) and permanent jet lag are tied for most bookmarks, and fear the fever has the most comments
work i’m most proud of and why: i'm proud of almost all of the work i put out this year, and there are a couple ones that immediately spring to mind, but i'm going to really come out of left field here and say Being Hannah Abbott! "but megs," you might say, "why on earth would you pick the only fic that has zero kudos? it's definitely not your best written work of the year." to which i say, true! however, i have been trying to get this fic right since 10th grade! i'm now a senior in college! "but megs it's significantly less than 1k how did it take you that long" listen! listen. sometimes. you have to wait until you're good enough to finish a fic. this has more than 5 docs of different drafts saved to my laptop. also you're forgetting the fact that i'm insane
work i’m least proud of and why: okay listen. i know it's my most kudos'd work. i know that. however i am not happy with burnt eggs and broken promises. bella left me a lovely long comment on it recently that made me rethink my feelings towards it but i still think it isn't as good as it could have been so sorry folks
share or describe a favorite review you’ve received: i love it when people tell me i made them cry it's my favorite thing in the whole world best compliment to receive imo
a time when writing was really, really hard: you're assuming i remember what i was experiencing earlier in 2022 which is where you've made your mistake slkdjflskdjf ummmm i remember have a really hard time this fall semester, especially in september/october, i just couldn't get any motivation whatsoever (which tends to be my biggest problem tbh)
a scene or character you wrote who surprised you: goood question,,, you know, i really wasn't expecting to ever write a mcu au and yet pining is a strange sort of mcu au. i originally was going to write it so one half of the pairing got lost at sea and their bf was waiting on shore not sure if they were dead or alive, but the characters did not want to be like that at all which is how i ended up with poor post-snap calum (who may be getting a happy sequel someday shhh)
a favorite excerpt of your writing: i love the transformation scene in fear the fever. i just love writing body horror for some reason and i've always had strong opinions about what i think vampires & their transformations are like physically and it was a blast to get to explore that in this fic :))
how did you grow as a writer this year? i think a lot of my growth happens slowly over time and therefore is hard to pinpoint, but i took a creative writing class in the spring on opening a novel and that helped me rethink the way i start fics now. also i learned to think more about what i want out of my fic! thinking about why i write and why i post fic really helped me realize what fic writing advice to take and what to ignore (if you're like me and the goal of a fic is to write the concept the best you can, than posts talking about how it's okay to post random, unedited snippets are not actually helpful and can actually be counter-intuitive)
how do you hope to grow next year? i really want to write more often and be more disciplined about writing. as always i want to learn how to be better in the craft aspect in general (which is a goal i expect to always have, since i'll never be perfect at it) and i'd also like to be better with subtext & symbolism & ~themes~ bc i always forget to those last two and my subtext is, in my opinion, rather lacking at the moment
who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc)? bella is the best live-in cheerleader/rubber duck a writer could ask for, and i would be royally screwed without her 💙 hazel is always an incredible virtual cheerleader/ideas bouncer and i am dearly in her debt, and meghna is wonderful for fueling my wacky ideas-mobile; i am incredibly lucky that they're just a discord dm away 🥰 also she's 100% not going to see this but my mom finished her mfa program this year and has been working on finishing her novel, and writing with her and talking shop together has been very helpful in keeping me at the keyboard and with more thematically technical details (little does she know it's for my rfp fanfic lol)
anything from real life show up in your writing this year? yep! lots! keep you safe (safe as i can), an hp fic, reflects some of my worries about my little bro growing up; Questions Involving Vampires & Skirts, while not reflective of my own gender, does reflect some of my weird gender-y fuckery; just dance (gonna be okay)'s michael shares my feelings regarding dancing in empty elevators; do you wanna touch (yeah) is inspired by me visiting a craft store with my fam and touching basically everything in the store; permanent jet lag is based off of flying international with my baby bro who is Very Tall; & glasses is based off of my truly awful eyesight and how i still feel like if i have my glasses off people can't perceive me lol (yes you heard it here first folks, megs has the object permanence of a toddler)
any new wisdom you can share with other writers? write! have fun with it! go to irl critique groups if possible! don't expect things to be perfect on the first draft, because most people's first drafts are shit and that's okay! challenge yourself! don't be afraid to embrace the cringe! it's okay to settle unless it's gonna make you miserable! eat your writing frogs! don't be afraid to ask for help! get a rubber duck!
any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year? i really want to finish tis the damn fic. i'd love for it to be ready to post by december. i'm kneeling at my prefrontal cortex begging it to get its shit together enough to finish it. i'd also love to finally finish my another place songfic bc that will mean my writing's reached the level where i can actually figure out how to write the dang thing which is the dream
tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: idk who all's done it/been tagged so if you've already done it just ignore me! and if you don't want to do it you can also ignore me lol but i'll tag @werewolfashton , @reveriesofawriter , @userbadomens , @calumthoodshands , @pixiegrl , @valiantnerdtm , & anyone else who wants to! (if you've been mainly writing for another fandom you can talk about that one as well/instead, all up to you!)
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jedipoodoo · 1 year
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I posted 1,090 times in 2022
That's 941 more posts than 2021!
211 posts created (19%)
879 posts reblogged (81%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@twinkofthedink
@jedipoodoo
@lizartgurl
@emperor-palpaminty
@queenquazar
I tagged 886 of my posts in 2022
Only 19% of my posts had no tags
#sergeant hunter - 311 posts
#lizart writes - 134 posts
#the bad batch - 95 posts
#lizart speaks - 70 posts
#omega - 67 posts
#my ocs - 60 posts
#saachi gunder - 58 posts
#the bad batch x reader - 56 posts
#arc trooper echo - 52 posts
#tbb x reader - 51 posts
Longest Tag: 135 characters
#also i hate the little 'draft saved' box that pops up every two seconds when you're posting on desktop does it jumpscare anyone else???
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Hey!! Any chance I could request a labor fic w fives? If not that’s totally ok I’m just super into pregnant readers lol
YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN ANON I AM GOING INSANE WITH THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS ASK
(I am also super into pregnant readers in case you can't tell xP)
I Want You Forever And Always (Fives x Pregnant!Reader)
Notes/Warnings: reference to Fives' death but SPOILERS! He's not actually dead. Labor and delivery, pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, Order 66 o_o This one is kind of long but i doubt yall will mind
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he's just so pretty......
Deep breaths. That's all you had to do. Never mind that a sentient being the size of a bowling ball was preparing to make its entrance to the waking world via a hole on your body that was usually no bigger than a grape. No matter that the galaxy was in the middle of a war that tore each planet at the seams. no matter that your family was stuck on the other side of the galaxy and none of them could be there to support you in this crucial moment
Never mind that the father of your child was dead.
You held the dog tag so tightly in your hand that it left an imprint on your palm. It wasn't an actual dog tag, the Kaminoans were far too advanced to require those, but Fives was charmed with the story you had once told him of how when your grandfather had died in battle during the Hyperspace war, he left a tag with his name, station, and one of his favorite sayings hanging on a chain of metal. When Fives got a fresh suit of armor, he'd cut a piece off of his old chestplate, just above his heart, and hung it on a chain.
You wore the tag like a charm ever since he died, hoping some of the insane good luck that had kept him alive through most of the Clone War would rub off on you and your unborn child.
It worked, kind of. You still had crippling anxiety about raising your child alone on Coruscaunt. You could move back to Dantooine with your family, but there you could only make half on the farm there of what you did with your office job here.
And what if the Kaminoans and the Republic got wind of who the father was? Fives was dead, they couldn't punish him for inappropriate relations, but what if they took your child, claiming that it was their property, just as they had with Fives and the millions of brothers who had died before him in this pointless, endless war.
Despite your worries, the labor was progressing well, or so the med-droid told you. It was covered in a soft, rubbery material that mimicked human skin, offering a comforting touch or an arm to lean on. It was all you had, you weren't complaining.
"Have you picked out a name?" It asked. the modulated voice sounded like your wrinkled old grandmother.
"No, not yet." Another contraction hit, and you breathed steadily as you continued your walk around the room. It wasn't too bad, it was just boring, but the doctor said it was meant to help the birth go faster. Who were you to deny yourself?
"I have a database of every recorded name in the galaxy, should you require inspiration. Would you like me to suggest some appropriate names?"
Names, names, what's in a name? Fives and his brothers had some of the most ridiculous names, but you loved them.
"Sure, why not?" You had nothing else to do, and the news playing on the holomonitor behind you wasn't very interesting at the moment.
Without hesitation, the droid began to rattle off a list of names and their meanings, some of which weren't even in basic.
"Luke is a popular boy's name that originated from Tattooine. In Huttese, it means 'little dragon'."
"Really?" You struggled to stay polite. as another contraction knocked the wind out of your lungs. You gripped the railing of your hospital bed for support.
The nursing droid stroked your arm, but otherwise seemed blissfully unaware of your pain.
"There is also the name Lando, menaing land." Original.
"Of course, Many families have taken to naming their sons after the Jedi Generals who have impacted their lives. Have you any such interactions with the Jedi?"
The most you'd interacted with a Jedi was Fives' General, the Jedi Anakin Skywalker. And that was when you'd drunk him under the table at 79's. Fives had been so proud of you that night.
"Not really," You said, breathing evening out, but now you had to hold back tears again. You had a few more minutes before the next contraction.
"Very well," The lights in the droid's eyes blinked. If droids could feel annoyed, this one certainly would be.
"If all else fails, you could name them after the father."
You laughed humorlessly. "Do you have any definitions for the name Fives?"
"I do not understand," the nurse droid said, "the definition of Five would be 'equivalent to the sum of two and three; one more than four, or half of ten'."
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322 notes - Posted February 4, 2022
#4
Kiss Me Slowly (Crosshair x GN!Reader)
Notes: possessive Crosshair, jealous audience, 79's, established Crosshair x Reader. Not stated explicitly, but Cross is wearing a biker jacket on his night out ^_^
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Both the Wolfpack and the 212th were on Coruscant, so of course 79's would be packed. Crosshair told you to meet him and the rest of the Batch, but you had barely managed to get off work in time. Even then, there was still a bunch of traffic to get through, and work didn't have you in the best of moods.
Crosshair was waiting for you when you came in, but you brushed him off.
"Not right now," You muttered. You had a headache and you needed Corellian Ale before you could even begin to entertain the idea of spending the rest of your precocious downtime in a crowded, sweaty bar, even if it was with Crosshair.
The hurt on his face haunted you behind closed eyelids as you waited for your drink. Scanning the crowd, you found Crosshair sulking in the usual booth with his brothers.
A small crowd was beginning to form around the infamous Clone Force Ninety-Nine. Hunter and Tech had managed to bring their partners to the side of the booth closest to the wall where they would be the least disturbed, and Wrecker was introducing Echo to some of their friends. Crosshair, however, was being assaulted by a gaggle of tittering fangirls.
You sighed, taking pity on your boyfriend, and figured you may as well go rescue him.
The crowd had tripled by the time you reached them, and you carefully sheltered your drink. You skirted humans, Twi'leks, and other multitudes of species, trying to make your way to the spot Crosshair had saved for you. a spot a blonde-haired natborn was trying to edge her way into, with long lashes and a ruby-red smile. One of the groupies bumped into you from behind, and your drink splashed all over her. Completely on accident, of course.
She let out a vindictive screech as the alcohol soaked into her dress, and spun on you, seething.
"Watch where you're going!" She screeched.
You blinked. "Uh...sorry? It's really crowded in here."
She rolled her eyes, "Of course it's crowded when people like you are just allowed to run amok."
The toothpick in Crosshair's hand snapped in half, and His brothers looked over in silence as her words hung over the group.
You swallowed, struggling to keep your voice calm.
"Excuse me?"
The groupie rolled her eyes, and one of her friends scoffed.
"I mean, seriously, I've seen your kind before. Staring at the boys all night like some creep. You think you'd honestly have a chance with them?" She sneered.
Wrecker couldn't help it anymore, and let out a boisterous laugh that echoed through the bar for a moment, before the music returned to its usual volume. Some of the groupies took that as permission to titter with giggles at your expense.
Hunter smirked into his glass as he took a sip, and then leaned back into the booth with his partner to enjoy the show.
"Who's gonna tell them?" He asked. His partner grinned back at him mischievously. The question was rhetorical, you all knew who was going to make the situation as clear as a kyber crystal to the groupies.
However, your accuser seemed convinced that Hunter was on their side.
"Yeah," She turned back to you, lips curled back to show off pointed canines, "Who's going to tell you, creep?" She almost jabbed a finger at your chest, but someone grabbed her wrist.
Crosshair had seen enough.
"Not them. You," He snarled, shoving her back. The next second, he had an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his side.
"They're mine."
The groupie paled. "Y-you mean...?"
"They're your partner?" Her friend squeaked.
Crosshair flicked his toothpick halves at them. He didn't say a word as he swept you over to the booth, and tucked you into the seat beside him, his arm still firmly around your waist and holding you so close you were practically sitting on his lap.
"As far as you are concerned," He slowly met the groupie's embarrassed gaze, "They're my spouse."
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#3
Adore You (Crosshair x Pregnant! Reader)
Notes: pregnancy, morning sickness, etc, one suggestive line because it's Crosshair, Soft! Crosshair.
Seeing as I have secured my place as the Bad Batch writer with perpetual baby fever, I figured I needed to give the other boys the same treatment. Crosshair was the first request to be made. @writer1
Mando’a translations:
mesh'la - beautiful
ad'ika - little one, child, small one, etc.
buir - parent, mother/father
ba'vod'u - aunt/uncle
Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad - "I know your name as my child"
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Crosshair chuckled. "You look better in my clothes than I do."
You flashed him a smile before pulling the collar of his blacks up over your nose, taking in a deep breath of his scent that lingered on his shirt
"Careful, mesh'la," He warned in a low voice, "You do remember how we ended up in this situation, don't you?"
His hands caressed the swell of your stomach, and Baby kicked out vigorously at the touch of its father.
"You're complaining?" you smirked back at him, placing your hands over his. Crosshair couldn't help but smile, and leaned in to press a kiss to your stomach. He turned slightly, his ear against your tummy, and you gently ran your hands through his curls.
"What do you think they're dreaming about?" He murmured.
You pursed your lips for a moment as you thought, "How excited they are to meet their buir."
Crosshair's fingers traced circles on your tummy. "Hurry up, ad'ika, your buir's dying to meet you."
You laughed, and after a moment the kicking slowed down. Baby was tired, and so were you.
Crosshair kissed your belly one more time before he got up, collecting the rags and dirty clothes from your morning sickness.
"Do you need anything to eat?" he asked.
"Not right now," You took a sip from your canteen, falling back into the pillows. GAR-rationed pillows definitely weren't the most comfortable in the galaxy, but with the ad'ika on the way, all the future ba'vod'u had willingly given up a their pillows to build you a veritable throne. It was perfect to rest in when you got too tired, which was all the time.
You woke up about an hour later to Crosshair massaging your swollen ankles.
"Mmm, that feels heavenly," You told him, "thank you."
"Of course, mesh'la." Crosshair crawled up the bed to lay beside you. You lifted your head slightly so he could tuck one arm under your shoulders, and the other returned to its rightful place on your belly.
He was silent, but that wasn't unusual for him. What was unusual was the touching. Crosshair let you touch him far more than anyone else, but since you got pregnant he was scarcely able to keep his hands off of you.
Tech joked that he enjoyed the "package deal", holding you and the baby at the same time. You had broken down crying from how sweet the thought was (thanks hormones), and it took ten minutes to convince Crosshair that you were okay and they were happy tears and Tech hadn't done anything to upset you.
"Do you think they'll like me?" Crosshair asked out of the blue.
You looked at up him. "Who? The baby?"
He nodded.
You snuggled closer, resting your head against his shoulder. "You're their buir, why wouldn't they love you?"
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342 notes - Posted January 16, 2022
#2
Straight Through My Heart (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)
Notes: Knives, Physical Proximity, Hunter teaches you how to use a knife properly. Y'all can blame @queenquazar for this one. Love ya boo.
Warnings: Steamy, shameless self-indulgence. Let's say T for Teens.
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"Where'd you get this piece of garbage?" Hunter asked all of a sudden. You turned, and you saw him holding the knife you had just bought.
"It was cheap," You shrugged, "And I need a weapon."
Hunter chuckled and shook his head. "This is a Melchi survival knife. It's literally the worst kind you can get." He spun so that he wasn't facing you, and tossed the knife at the target by the door of the Parlor. It just barely skirted the bullseye.
"So it weighs different than your knife."
"No, it weighs the same, but the weight is unevenly distributed. There's no substance in the handle to counterbalance the blade." Hunter waved for you to follow him, and you watched him staring at the knife critically. He gripped the leather-wrapped handle, and instead of pulling it from the wall, he pulled down with all his strength, nearly folding the blade in half before he yanked it out of the wall.
"You ruined it!" You gasped.
"You can have mine." He said quickly. It almost sounded like a joke.
Almost.
Hunter pointed at the different parts of your knife, which now resembled some misshapen corner.
"All knives bend. But if they're made properly, they'll spring back into place." He took his knife and sliced away the leather wrappings. The metal that made up the blade stopped at the handguard, leaving the handle to be made out of crudely polished wood.
Hunter smiled self-righteously. "When the metal goes all the way through the hilt, the knife is more durable and more balanced."
He slipped his knife into your hand, letting you test the weight of it in your palm. It felt almost lighter than air, regardless of how firm the steel was against your fingertip. Hunter slid a finger down the back of the knife, showing you the cutaway section of the knife to prove the metal went all the way down to the hilt. You suppressed a shiver at the sharpness of the blade as you tested your thumb against it.
"I stand corrected, Sergeant," you admitted with wounded pride, "It seems I have much to learn."
Hunter chuckled. "That's what I'm here for, sweetheart. Want a few pointers?"
Your heart beat loudly. You knew how to defend yourself, just not necessarily with a blade as short as Hunter's knife.
"Sure," You shrugged and tossed him his knife, trying to play it off.
Hunter took the leather from your poor excuse of a knife, and carefully wrapped it around the blade for protection.
"When I trained on Kamino, I used a short wooden staff. Just be careful with this," He warned you. His voice was so soft and gentle, you had to nod in compliance.
He smiled, "The first thing you wanna learn, after knowing that you don't hold the sharp end-" He tossed the knife up in the air, catching the blade between his fingertips, "-Is how to keep it balanced."
He demonstrated one of his usual tricks, effortlessly weaving the blade around and in between his fingers fluidly. It hypnotized you like an optical illusion, and you shook your head to make yourself pay attention.
Hunter handed you the hilt of the knife, and you tried to copy what you had seen him do.
He chuckled, shaking his head at your failed attempt. "No, you wanna get your fingers out of the way. If you spin in like that, the uncovered blade will slice your palm open. Move your fingers out of the way, the momentum of the knife will take care of the motions."
You tried again, and the leather-wrapped blade smacked into the palm of your hand. You huffed in frustration.
"Here," Hunter came around behind you, placing his palm on the back of your hand. He lined up his fingers with each of yours, using the lightest of pressure.
"Try slower," He whispered, resting his chin on your opposite shoulder so he could peer around your head to watch your next attempt.
"It's the thumb and the middle finger. Rotate your wrist with the spin so the knife goes under your hand."
With your thumb and middle finger lightly pinched between his fingers and the blade, you gave a little flick with your wrist. Hunter's grip wouldn't let you go too fast, though, and you slowly followed his motions through the twist.
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My #1 post of 2022
Hello dear! I have a request for you, so lately I have been having the craziest baby fever, so I was thinking, how are the batches baby fever like? I like to hc that they slowly hint it out for a while until they really want to have a baby 😅
THIS IS THE BEST ASK I HAVE GOTTEN IN THE HISTORY OF MY ASKS
Notes: I focused a lot more on pregnancy than adoption in this one, with an exception for Echo because I really don't know for sure what happened to his body. That being said, adoption is a perfectly viable option even if both parents are able to conceive. If you would like me to write something centered on adoption, feel free to drop an ask!
Warnings: babies, baby fever, pregnancy, labor, morning sickness, infertility, adoption, Couvade Syndrome.
The Bad Batch + Baby Fever (afab Reader)
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First of all, loyalty means everything to the clones, and loyalty means family. They would do anything for their brothers.
They've been kept from so much in their short lives, the idea of having a spouse and kids of their own seems impossible during the war
So once the war is over (in canon or in one where Papa Palps kicks the bucket before Order 66) endless opportunities are suddenly presented to the Bad Batch.
The one that stands out to them is having a family. Having a loyal partner, and having or adopting kids that they can give a better future than they grew up with.
There have been so many things in the galaxy they can't control, but this is one that they can.
Echo:
Echo wants to be a dad SO BAD
Growing up with Domino squad, he always felt so protective of his brothers and when nights on Rishi got long and boring, they'd talk about what their lives would be like after the war.
After Rishi, he felt like he'd lost the opportunity to have that future he'd imagined with his brothers, but at least had Fives to dream of that future with.
Echo needs people. He needs family. He is so glad to have the batch now, and you.
When you start talking about a family, he is really nervous about pressing anything. But you can tell how much he's holding back.
Once you tell him you want to have kids, the dam bursts. He physically cannot keep it in.
He has a list of baby names a mile long. Most are in honor of the many brothers he's interacted with, but he does some looking into traditionally feminine names as well.
Everyone says Tech's the one doing research but Echo is the one who reads operation manuals for fun.
This man has read every parenting book/pamphlet in existence, and has promptly thrown out the ones that aren't helpful.
He will read these parenting helps to you at night, and it does help you fall asleep but Echo keeps pinching you to stay awake because "This is important, Cyare!"
Because of his trauma, you have to get a bit creative. You can adopt, or you can do IVF. His brothers would be happy to help out.
You can't go through any adoption agencies with the Empire on your tail, so most of it is being on the lookout for kids that need help when you're on missions or walking through Mantell City.
"What about that one-" "Her mom is right over there, babe."
Echo will adopt every child in sight. He is just as bad as Hunter.
If you choose to end up getting pregnant, he goes insane. He can't take his eyes off of you. He hates being away from you, and if he can't bask in your presence for >.2 seconds expect lots of calls like "Hi Cyar’ika how are you and the baby doing?? 🥺"
(if you happen to find out that you're having twins he will faint on the spot. And then promptly rearrange his blueprints for the nursery).
Tech:
Tech gets a baby shoved into his arms when they're trying to evacuate a village while it's mother takes another one of her children to safety.
Tech.exe has stopped working.
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mrs-mquve · 2 years
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Check-in tag
@rudhira said anyone who sees their post is tagged, so I’m going to do this for both mrs-mquve and mrs-mquve-cc!
Why did you choose your url?
Because one of my favorite fictional characters is M’Quve from Mobile Suit Gundam. I was crazy obsessed with him for several years (I've had fictional character hyperfixations my whole life). I’m not so embarrassingly fixated on him anymore but I still love him, of course! I added “cc” for my Sims 2 custom content blog.
BTW, if anyone unfamiliar with Gundam is wondering how M’Quve is pronounced, it’s muh-KOO-vay.
How long have you been on tumblr?
10 years!
Do you have a queue tag?
I don’t use the queue - I’m a dork who’s on my computer all day so I just save drafts and post them sporadically. When I did briefly use it the tag was “m’queuve” 😆
Why did you start your blog in the first place?
To post about M’Quve and find other Gundam fans. Unfortunately the fandom (for the original Gundam from 1979) has fallen off the face of Tumblr. I just post other stuff I like and character aesthetics on my main now. I started my Simblr shortly after I started making CC because I discovered the TS2 community here.
Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
Another character hyperfixation. It’s Laegrinna, the protagonist of Deception IV: Blood Ties (Kagero: Dark Side Princess). I also play characters from that game in TS2, so sim!Laegrinna is my pfp for mrs-mquve-cc.
Why did you choose your header?
Because I took a sexy picture of sim!Laegrinna and I loved it. My Simblr header is her and Zeno Shin, they are my OTP.
What’s your post with the most notes?
Hoo boy. A silly post years ago about a Char Aznable vibrator I found browsing Japanese Gundam sites. I blocked notifications because I was still getting them 8 years later. I’ve since deleted all posts pre-2015 because my god was I cringy back then. Currently it’s a gif I made with PicMix of Tuvok from Star Trek: Voyager. I don’t know which post on my Simblr has the most notes.
How many mutuals do you have?
I’m too lazy to count. I do know that most of them for my main are inactive.
How many followers do you have? How many people do you follow?
444 on my main and 850 on my Simblr. I follow 460.
Have you ever made a shitpost?
All the time on my main. I even have tags for them. #fia shitpost and #deception shitposting.
How often do you use tumblr each day?
I have it open in my browser most of the day and post when I feel like it. I have no life, lol.
Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?
Uh... yeah, when I first joined. They won when they sent me a kind of threatening ask and I dropped it. I was more outspoken and generally cringy back then. I shared a lot of TMI. I feel like getting older has made me more careful and reserved.
How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?
I hate them. Nobody’s obligated to reblog anything. Tumblr’s not just for activism, people can post whatever the hell they want.
Do you like tag games?
Yes, they’re a lot of fun!
Do you like ask games?
Not really. I’m socially awkward so talking directly to people is less comfortable for me than communicating through posts.
Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
Oh, I dunno. I might be mutuals with a few bigger Simblrs but that might be it.
Do you have a crush on a mutual?
No. I’m married and that would be weird.
I’m pretty sure most people have done this at this point, so if you see this and haven’t already, consider yourself tagged.
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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years
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More Reading Thoughts: The Passage of the Marshes
Gollum has a very distinct gait in my mind. Sort of like a bent-over run (Naruto Run LOL) that occasionally transitions into an all-fours gallop and then back up again on two speedy little legs. If I were any better at animating, I’d be able to show you all.
Lots of descriptions of Gollum’s eyes: the eerie gleam in them when he mentions fish, and the way they bug out and give a greenish light when Frodo asks if he’s hungry. I wish I could think of a way to draw these things.
Sam whispers to Frodo. Frodo answers out loud. Both of them know what Gollum can hear them and deal with it in exactly opposite ways. Tag yourself, I’m Frodo.
Gollum: Promises not to throttle you in your sleep but totally would. Sam: Promises he will throttle you in your sleep but actually wouldn’t.
“He restrained the thoughts of his sword and the rope that sprang to his mind, and went and sat down by his master.” Next paragraph: “When he woke up…” Me: *SPITS DRINK*
It really do be like that sometimes LOL
“Don’t think of any of your Gaffer’s hard names.” So question: when Sam told the whole story to Frodo, did he mutter under his breath “my old Gaffer would have a thing or two to say about…”, or did Frodo just know that Sam was internally calling himself ninnyhammer? Because both are fantastic.
“But Samwise Gamgee, my dear hobbit—indeed, Sam my dearest hobbit, friend of friends—” *lies on my face* *lies on my face* *LIES ON MY FACE* *LIES ON MY—*
“He took his master’s hand and bent over it. He did not kiss it, though his tears fell on it.” *lies on my face and SCREEEEEAAAMS*
(I got so worked up over this that I accidentally published this post instead of saving it in drafts and I had to delete it and write the whole thing over again LOL)
MY BOYS
MY LADSSSSS
LEAVE ME ALONE I’M EMOTIONAL
THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH I FREAKING D I E
Also this just solidifies for me that Frodo’s love language is “words of affirmation” and Sam’s are “acts of service” and “physical touch”. And like. Wow. Could you choose a more potent combination to absolutely kill me on the spot.
I’m gonna have to scream about this more in another post otherwise this one will get too long
Gotta say, based on the description in the book, I think the movies captured the Dead Marshes really well. Maybe a bit too well.
*Gollum voice* No, no nice crunchable birdses.
Frodo. Frodo why is there slime and water on your hands. Frodo we’re in the Dead Marshes. Frodo what did you do.
“Three precious little Gollums in a row we shall be, if this goes on much longer.” Sam’s sass is the only thing keeping me going right now.
Not me looking up Tolkien Gateway and comparing dates to see whether it was an Eagle that scattered the clouds above the Dead Marshes. (Spoiler: No, no it probably wasn’t.)
But that does raise the question: Can the Ringwraiths control the weather? Already we had one appear along with a storm while Frodo and Sam were on the Emyn Muil, and now we have one that comes with a change of the wind. Coincidence?? Who knows??
Boy, this is a bleak chapter. I’m running out of funny or clever things to say. I think I’m beginning to feel as sapped as Frodo does….
“Lord Sméagol? Gollum the Great? The Gollum! Eat fish every day, three times a day, fresh from the sea. Most Precious Gollum!” It’s simultaneously adorable and horrifying that eating fish all day is Gollum’s highest dream and aspiration, and yet he’s still the most pressing and immediate danger to the hobbits and the fate of Middle Earth. I’m taking mental notes that the most dangerous antagonist doesn’t have to be the one with the biggest ambitions.
Man, I almost wish they’d included the “diseased, poisoned” field between the Marshes and Mordor in the films. I’d want to see how they’d capture it. I’m seeing something like the Spike Field of the Long-Time Nuclear Waste Warning Messages, pocketed with steaming pits of gasoline.
“Gollum welcomed him with dog-like delight. He chuckled and chattered, cracking his long fingers, and pawing at Frodo’s knees. Frodo smiled at him.” This after he was arguing with himself whether or not to kiLL FRODO. NOPE, NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
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isagisyoichi · 3 years
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TAG ME! (@ ME )
SYNOPSIS: songs they'd post you to on instagram :P
CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, reo, chigiri, nagi, rin, sae, raichi, nanase
WARNINGS: swearing, music is based on MY personal taste and MY interpretations of what'd they like so OOC KINDA but idrc this is one if my favorite things ive ever written so 🤣
A/N: im cleaning out my drafts lol enjoy 🥲inspired by the several others i saw do this for hq :P also this was the thing i was supposed to post on my bday #lolz
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ISAGI YOICHI: see you again by tyler, the creator, featuring kali uchis
the song is something out of his daydreams, which is fitting for a post about his dream person <3
he’s definitely played this song when you two were cuddling (he’s so corny oh lord)
for the picture, isagi snaps a cute candid of you during your two’s date at a cafe you guys are regulars at.
in the picture, you’re throwing up a peace sign, beaming at your boyfriend brightly.
for extra effect, isagi doodles a little heart in your favorite color on the picture :’)
“you’re so pretty, wow,” isagi mumbles almost
inaudibly, but it manages to convey the full extent of his adoration for you nonetheless.
and while isagi’s on his phone, you get him back and take an off guard of him to post.
he’s blushing like crazy when he opens the notification, a lovestruck grin glued on his face as he wonders how on earth he got so lucky with you.
BACHIRA MEGURU: replay by iyaz
it took me so long to pick a song because i really feel like he’s one of those ppl that only listens to tik tok songs 😭 anyways
bachira posts you 24/7, he loves showing you off. he wants everyone on instagram to know how attractive you are and how much he loves you and will stop at nothing to do so.
he chooses this song because you really are like a melody in his head that he can’t keep out
not that bachira would really want to keep you out his head, though <3
plus, he thinks the song matches the energy of the picture, too.
it’s a mirror photo of you two after your impromptu “fashion show” at one of those gag gift stores where you guys are wearing the dumbest shit ever 😭
where and how bachira found a shirt that said “legalize it” and neon clout goggles is beyond you.
and although bachira is adamant in his fashion prowess, you still think your fit was better 🤭
you guys got kicked out for “not buying anything” and “causing disruption amongst shoppers” but it’s whatever, you guys got the experience 🤞
CHIGIRI HYOMA: thinkin’ bout you by frank ocean
i feel like chigiri seldom posts you ngl 🥲
but it’s not because of anything bad or whatever, but chigiri prefers to save that stuff for special days i.e. birthdays and anniversaries, stuff like that.
and what do you know, your guys one year anniversary just happens to be today!
posts an old candid of you he took while you guys were on a date together.
he really likes your smile in the picture. he wants to see you smile like that forever, to be that happy forever.
and if fate permits it, he wants to be the person that makes you that happy forever.
chigiri captions it “one year ❤️” and that’s it LOL, he’s real classy.
RAICHI JINGO: power trip by j.cole featuring miguel
i stand by this when i say that raichi’s whole thing is “asshole to the world, but never to my lover.”
like the song says, you got him up all night, all he’s singing' is love songs <3
i actually think raichi would post you pretty often, tbh.
he’s the type that loves showing you off and bragging to the world that he has you 🥲
definitely posts a mirror pic of you and him where he’s kissing your on the top of your head as you hold the phone up to the mirror :’)
it’s his favorite picture of you two and also his lockscreen.
it’s so soft and out of character for him, and he knows the other boys will get on his ass for being “whipped,” but raichi couldn't give less of a fuck.
if it’s for you, it's worth it.
MIKAGE REO: sure thing by miguel
this song perfectly describes how reo feels about you.
to him, you’re the only sure thing in a world that’s plagued with unknowns and uncertainties. even if the sky comes falling or if the sun stops shining, reo has faith you two will prevail through it all.
there’s no special occasion that prompts reo to post you, he just loves you and wants to tell the world, that’s it.
reo uses a candid of you that was taken on one of your guys fancier dates in the city.
it’s a snapshot of you dressed to the nines, leaning against a railing, gazing at the vast world below you.
and as the sun began to set in the background, it kissed your skin gently, parallel to a glow of a halo.
it’s a photo too sterling and stellar for reo to describe with something as ineffectual as mere words.
and out of all the contemporary and classic works of art he’s seen in his life, reo knows they’ll never ever be able to hold a candle to you.
NAGI SEISHIRO: fell in luv by playboi carti, featuring bryson tiller
nagi is literally the world’s biggest carti fan, so of course he’s gonna post his favorite person to his favorite artist <3
this song makes him think of your relationship with him because like the song says, he fell in love, but it’s okay, because you two are in love 🥰
but, the part nagi really likes is where bryson tiller’s like, “i put a ring on her, name got a ring to it.” *winks*
(not that you know that, of course.)
in the picture he posts, nagi’s the one giving someone a piggyback ride for once.
you’re on top of him, arms locked around his neck, grinning from ear to ear.
and though nagi’s smile is faint, his fondness for you can still be seen from a mile away.
well, what can he say? nagi’s in love 🥰
(reo swipes up later with “pic creds? 🤨” and nagi just leaves him on seen NRIDKDNRKD)
ITOSHI RIN: gravity by brent faiyaz, featuring tyler, the creator
"actually rin wouldn't post you he's too uptight for that" - 🥸 well that's too bad because idgaf 🤷‍♀️🤣
#NormalizeRinBeingHappy
ANYWAYS rin has his own ways of showcasing his affection for you, and so the idea of posting you has never come to his mind before.
that is, until you let out an extempore mention at how cute your friend and their boyfriend are when you see how their boyfriend posted them on their story.
now, like most teenage boys, rin’s not the most emotionally intelligent person but, he is smart enough to deduce that it would probably make you happy if he posted you, too.
rin chooses his favorite picture ever to do the honors. it’s a rather simple one of you two; your head rests on top of rin’s chest as you two lie down comfortably on his bed.
your arms are extended upwards as you hold rin’s phone up, smiling cutely as rin sideyes you from above with just the slightest tinge of amusement on his face.
there’s no caption LOL, but still it’s so cute, who knew rin could be so cute? (me i did)
the guys have a field day when they see his story, though 😭 they’re all swiping up with shit like “you know how to use ig??” “okay bro i see you🤞🏼” “why don’t you ever post me bae😩”
it takes everything for rin not to block them LOL
ITOSHI SAE: fire and desire by drake
hate to break it to y’all, but sae rarely posts you on his main. but it's not for the reason you think it is.
it’s not because he’s ashamed of you, that’s honestly the farthest thing from it.
the reason you don’t get posted on the main is so stupid LMAO
sae doesn’t like posting on his main at all because he says he has too many followers and it irritates him 😭
apparently when you’re famous, you get tons of followers on instagram. who knew?
and tbh, i get the vibe sae’s the type to want you all to himself 🤨 but he's also an ass and likes bragging so you get posted on his 15 follower finsta 😭😭😭
posts a selfie of you sharing a kiss, where sae’s free hand lightly grips your chin, making you smile into the kiss.
and you can barely see it, but you can definitely still feel the smugness radiating off sae’s smirk when he kissed you 😭
it’s a yeah i’m kissing the finest person on earth, what about it? kinda smirk 🙄
which is where the song comes in- this song is for hot people only, which is why sae used for hottest person ever 🥰
oliver slides up with some stupid shit like “i see you 🧐” and sae also leaves him on seen 😭
NANASE NIJIRO: love is only a feeling by joey bada$$
sweetie pie omg, he’d do the tiktok trend where he shows you off to this song
nanase uses his favorite pictures of you- cute silly little pics you sent him on snap, candids of you, mirror selfies, off guards, your yearbook picture for some reason, all of that.
and he's so giddy the entire time because he thinks the song fits you and him perfectly.
like the song says, you’re so perfect in your own little world and you’re everything he wants <3
(and more importantly, it's a matter of time until your last name is his 🥰)
literally right after he’s done, texts you “check tiktok 😁”
and of course, you’re equally as giddy when you see the tiktok because you have the most adorable boyfriend ever :’)
SHIDOU RYUSEI: nobody's perfect by j. cole, featuring missy elliot
it’s a not car ride with ryusei if this song doesn’t play once (ik he can drive i just do trust me i wrote bllk)
definitely sings along with you as he drives one handed, with the other hand holding one of yours <3
posts a photobooth picture of you two doing the tiktok heart (yk what i’m talking about? the one you do with just your pointer and middle)
you’re sat on ryusei’s lap with his free arm wrapped snugly around your waist.
your fingers are just barely connecting in order to construct your makeshift heart because ryusei’s too busy peppering kisses on your neck, the sensation of his lips on your exposed skin making you giggle, as encaptured in the photo.
he captions it “4lifer🤞” and you can’t even get mad at how corny he is because it’s cute, he’s cute.
keeps the rest photo strip in his wallet <3
BONUS: songs i think would be cute to post some of them to :3
isagi — blue hour by txt: his eyes are blue, his favorite color is blue, come on, ik yall see the vision
reo — i'll kill you by summer walker, featuring jhené aiko: i just think reo's pride would go through the roof if you posted him to this 😭 he'd be so smug but he'd love the energy tbh
raichi — the way by ariana grande, featuring mac miller: "i got a bad boy, i must admit it. got my heart, i don't know how he did it." enough said.
bachira — good form by nicki minaj, featuring lil wayne: wait hear me out, you don't post him to this song, y'all do that tiktok trend where you guys go back and forth with each other with the lyrics
sae — trust by brent faiyaz: "everyone know my name when i come through." come on. big sae energy.
nanase — pete davidson by ariana grande: this song is too cute and i feel like it matches his energy so well
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writing-shroom · 3 years
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Hi!! This is my very first time doing a request so I'm a little nervous about how this goes lol but if you can (and want of course) could you do a drabble or imagine or scenario (lmao how does this goes lol sorry) with Giyuu based on Justin Bieber's song "Deserve You" cuz I feel like the lyrics SCREAM our waterboi~ hope ur good uwu
'Everytime he felt underserving of your love'
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Pairing: T.Giyuu x reader
Summary: There were times where Giyuu felt inferior to you. Like all the smiles and the little gifts you leave behind just for him, did he really deserve it all? That was what he asked himself as he stepped back after seeing you smiling with someone else. Maybe you should be with someone better, yes that's what you deserve. He decided, dropping the flowers he walked away.
Words: 2,8K words
Warnings: Angst (?), attempted angst. Mentions about wounds. Sneaky Obamitsu cause i can.
Female reader!
a/n: gUYS i found out how to actually save asks as drafts and add tags as well hAHA i am a god ah and long a/n down below.
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"Good morning Giyuu-san!"
The same voice greeted him everyday. Be it morning, afternoon, or evening, you would always acknowledge him everytime. Without fail. At first it unnerved him, Giyuu wasn't used to someone paying so much attention to him, but that all changed when you waltz into his life one pillar meeting.
"Tomioka Giyuu, the water hashira right? I'm (L/N) (Y/N)! I hope we can work well together in the near future, Tomioka-san."
Is what you said to him after Oyakata-sama introduced you as the newest pillar. You seemed to greet everyone else the same way, so he never though much of it. But then you kept doing it, not caring if he actually actually answered you or not. It felt weird at first, having someone willingly talk to him on a daily basis.
Yet when he did finally got used to it, he was surprised to find himself excited whenever you would walk up to him. Waiting for you to say 'good morning' like you always did, and maybe if he had enough confidence he could ask you to tell him about your day,
Those days are what he looked forward to the most.
Everytime you started rambling on about something funny that happened on your way back from a mission, or maybe a new flower you saw on the side of the road. No matter what nonsense you were spewing out to him, Giyuu would always listen, looking at you like you stringed up the stars in the sky.
It's only when he let his mind drift that his shoulders started to drop.
He looked over your figure bursting with excitement, still chattering about the cute kitten that nuzzled up against you a few moments ago. Hands gesturing wildly in glee, and your eyes darting around the room. But they always come back to him, no matter what else catches your attention.
Was he really worth your time? Maybe not.
"Giyuu-san!"
Your familiar voice called out to him again, footsteps rushed to him after the meeting had ended. You were ready to tell him all about the mission you just finished, but as you reached out to him.
He took a step back.
Looking at you with an all to familiar dead-panned expression before walking away. Your attention would be better off given to someone better then him.
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Another thing he noticed about you were your smiles, he always received them. Whenever you were too busy to chat, you would send him a smile in apology.
If asked, he couldn't pin point a single moment where you weren't smiling at him, sometimes he wondered if you were even capable of frowning. Not like he would actively test his theory, he would rather fight an upper moon before intentionally hurting you in anyway shape of form. He loved your smile, he would never want to make it disappear.
So why did it sting everytime you would smile at him?
Giyuu could feel his heart skip a beat everytime you would perk up after seeing him, but right after it would always clench. He never connected it to the feeling of longing, his own body yearning to be the one making you smile every second of the day, just so he can feel the rush of dopamine everytime you laughed.
Instead he thought it was because his own heart knew that you were too good for him, the butterflies in his stomach made him nauseous from all the guilt he was harbouring for pulling you away from the life you could have, the one without him selfishly stealing all your care and affection.
And so no matter how much it hurt him, Giyuu would looked away.
Whenever you tried smiling at him, or wave at him, or do the things you do that would make his heart flutter. He would turn away.
It hurts him greatly yes. There wasn't a skip in his heartbeat anymore, just tugs of pain. The clenching was still there, but now it felt like someone was playing his heart like a drum. On somedays it felt like his heart was about to shatter underneath all the pressure, but he didn't claw at his chest as to not alert you.
He knew how kind you were. And how attentive you were about the people you care about, and while he thinks he doesn't deserve to be on that list. If he did show any signs of pain then you would definitely rush over to him, checking if he had any wounds or maybe even the tiniest of scratches.
You were always looking out for him, rain or shine.
But he didn't want you wasting your energy on him, those bandages and salves you used on him could've been for someone else who needed then more. Or maybe they could've been used on your own wounds instead, that would've been a better use than him.
What Giyuu didn't know however, was while his back turned everytime you tried smiling at him. The smile would slowly slide off your face, and the sullen look replacing it would get deeper with every passing day.
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"Another letter from (L/N) (Y/N), to,,, who?"
Giyuu quickly picked up his crow before it could fly off to someone else with his letter. Another letter from you was it? He felt giddy when he saw your name written in ink on the front , you always wrote him letters every few days or so, and he was always looking forward to receiving each and every one.
He poured himself a cup of tea and sat down at his desk, it was always a treat to read your letters, each one was a good story just waiting to be read.
Was it about a new breathing form you were trying to perfect? Maybe about a new ramen shop you liked and thought to recommend to him. And he loved the ones where you were bragging about kicking Sanemi's butt in a sparring match, they were always so funny to read.
Today's was about a koi pond you found on your way back home.
It was adorable really to see you ramble on about each fish and their different patterns. He was just finishing the part where you were thinking about bringing some cut up fruit for the little fishies, when he reached the final part of your letter.
"How are you doing recently Giyuu-san?"
You always asked about his well being at the end of every letter, wondering about his previous mission or reminding him to eat and take care of himself. And he listened every time, always remembering to get something to eat after he was done with the letter.
But it was those questions, asking about his well-being and his day, that made him consider writing you a letter back.
He's done it multiple times before. Reading about your adventures gave him the urge to write back, at least giving you something in return for taking your time to write him a letter in the first place. With each letter he wrote, they got longer and longer. It used to be simple replies, like "I'm doing well," or "The last mission was successful". But as time went on he started writing full on paragraphs back just as you have, and he found enjoyment out of it.
Especially when you wrote back right away. Expressing how glad you were that he was doing well, or warning him not to push himself if you saw that he was training too much.
So Giyuu picked up his brush and dipped it in ink, readying it in front of a piece of paper, he was just about to write back. Telling you he was doing fine and maybe ask you to bring him to the koi pond you found-
But would you want that?
The tip of the brush hovered in the air, his hand frozen in thought. What if you just asked to be nice? You probably didn't want to seem rude by not asking, and wasn't really expecting a reply. But you wrote him the letter, why would you write it if you didn't want a reply?
His two sides were colliding in his head. On one side he was over thinking everything in the letter, you were a nice person and just didn't want him to be excluded from the group. But doesn't that mean you care just as much? The other side would argue.
'If you write back then she would feel forced to write another letter back, wasting her time that she could've used to spend time with her other friends, the ones that she would enjoy talking to more than you'
Nothing came to answer that thought. Because it was true.
Wasn't it?
He sat the brush down and folded up your letter, placing it in a wooden box where he kept the other ones you had sent him. Taking a swig of tea, he sighed dejectedly watching as his crow flew off empty handed.
He didn't want to waste your time with his silly letters.
...
Back at the love pillar's estate, you were patiently waiting on the engawa. Hoping to receive a letter back from him, only to be crestfallen when you spot the crow coming back with no letter in sight.
"Sorry,,,"
Kanzaburo gloomily apologised, he too was hoping for Giyuu to write back. He might be an old crow but even he noticed the funk you two seemed to be in. You gave him a snack and scratched his chin, "It's alright, thank you for you help."
With that he flew off once again to gods knows where, you laughed emptily as you realised that Giyuu was going to have a heart attack trying to find him again.
"No reply huh?"
Misturi asked as she peeked through the open door, seeing you shake you head the love pillar sighed. Rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, she knew about your not-so-tiny crush on Giyuu. It was easy to see really, but apparently getting you two together would be harder than she thought.
"Thanks having me over Mitsuri, I think I'm going head back for a nap, thank you again." You said, getting up to hug her before heading out back to your own estate for that nap.
It was weird to see you so blue. Not only for her, but for everyone else who knows you, that included the snake pillar who peered over from door frame.
"Still sulking over Tomioka?"
"Yeah,,,"
"They'll get it together eventually don't worry," He tried consoling Mitsuri, who was just as dejected as you were. "Come on your tea's going cold."
Breathing out in defeat she knew he was right, the only thing that they can do is let you two figure it out on your own. That doesn't mean she wasn't pouty about it though, walking back into the estate with slumped shoulders as Obanai closed the door behind them.
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Giyuu stopped a few meters away from your estate.
What was he doing here? He didn't know. His feet had walked him here on instinct, was it because he had missed your presence? Probably.
No matter much he believes you shouldn't waste your time and attention on him, he can't help but miss you. He really does. Your greetings every pillar meeting, the sweetest of smiles you would send his way, just everything about you he missed.
But maybe he shouldn't. Did you even want to see him?
He sighed and rubbed his face, gods what was wrong with him. Maybe he should head back to his estate and sulk, groaning he turned on his heel and was all too ready and go through with the plan, but then he passed by a flower shop. Filled with all the flowers of spring, lilacs, camellias and lilies, andromedas and lavenders.
And most importantly, buttercups.
"Buttercups are my favourite, they may be small but they're bright. I like to think of them like smiles. Even though a smile is fleeting, they can make someones day just a little bit brighter."
He remembers that day clearly.
Some of the pillars were just hanging around and he just so happened to be dragged in, by you of course, and someone asked you if you had a favourite flower. It was a joke at first, you were the spring hashira how could you pick just one?
When you said your favourite were buttercups, Giyuu couldn't help but keep that locked away in his memories, just incase he needed it for a special occasion. Today wasn't anything special really, just a regular day, but now there was no stopping him from giving you the small bouquet of buttercups he now held in his hand.
The shop keeper even slipped in some snowbells after he involuntarily nodded when they asked if the flowers were for someone special in his life.
Well he wasn't lying really.
Now standing in the halls of your estate he was just realising what he was about to do, he had completely blacked out the moment he saw your favourite flowers and now he was stuck here. He can't back out now can he? One of the kakushi working for you had let him in, would it look weird if he just walked out again?
Maybe he could just leave the flowers outside your room and call it a day. Yes that'll work.
But.
A tiny part of him wanted to give you the flowers personally, he hadn't seen you smile at him in so long and now without his little energy boosts, Giyuu was feeling a little down. So then he turned around again to try and find you.
Suddenly switching directions again he thought it over. But what if you didn't want to see him? He wouldn't blame you really, why would you want to see him?
Giyuu sighed and headed in the direction he knew your room to be, but then something pulled him to turn around. Goddamit what is it now? He really wanted to ask himself.
'Think about it Giyuu, if you give her the flowers personally you can not only see her smile again. But you could also talk to her, you missed hearing her voice didn't you?'
Listening to what the small voice in the back of his head said, he was wasn't really convinced. It wasn't until they pipped up once more.
'If she did dislike you so much then why on earth is she still talking to you? You've known her for at least a year or two now, don't you think she would've left you behind by now? And you wouldn't want her to think you hate her or something'
They really had a point. He's been ignoring you more in the past weeks, and maybe months by now, then he has in the few years he's known you. Sighing, he shook his head to un-scramble his thoughts and walked down the halls searching for you.
His doubtful side was getting louder and louder with every corner he turned, but Giyuu did his best to shut them down, or at least hold them back until he could fine you.
"She doesn't want to see you," How would he know that?
"Your just wasting her time," But you've been talking to him on your own will for years now, why would he be wasting your time now?
"Your holding her back," Maybe, but giving you some simple flowers wouldn't hold you back in anyway, right? Right?
"You aren't good enough,"
Giyuu stopped in his tracks. He couldn't find anyway to disagree with that thought, because it was true. Just like all the other ones he tried shutting down, he knew they were true so why was he fighting them?
A laugh broke him out of his thoughts, your laugh.
Carefully peeking around the corner, he looked around the courtyard. Hoping to see spot you in the open patch of grass. And he did but. You were with someone else.
He stepped back.
You were laughing at something they had said, most likely a joke. He always loved the sound of your laughter but he never could make you laugh, and yet why did it hurt so much now? It never hurt this much when you smiled at him, it never felt like this when he turned away whenever you tried giving him attention. His hand clutched his chest, right where his heart felt like it was ripped apart.
"She deserves someone better,"
Yeah.
Yeah, you do.
Biting his lip, Giyuu took another step back. Then another, and another after that. Until he fully turned around and let his grip loosen on the bundle of buttercups and snowbells, hearing the sound of leaves hitting the floors he bowed his head and walked away.
He didn't deserve you.
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a/n: soo what do you think anon~ :D Look i saw my opportunity to write my first angsty fic and i took it. I never actually listened to this song until you requested it, and goddamn does it fit Giyuu. I uhh got carried away and had too many ideas so i made multiple drabbles, hope you don't mind that. and hii!!! it's okay you don't need to be so nervous, your idea was so fun to do when i got into the rhythm.
also sIKE, you think i would could resist writing a fluff version? Well you thought wrong!
'And everytime you proved him wrong'
Tadaaa, i'll probably get it done by tomorrow or the day after, i didn't want to postpone the request any longer so unfortunately you'll have to wait ._. Hope you enjoyed this though, thank you again anon for requesting! I hope to see you all in the next fic!
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jackrrabbit · 3 years
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🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts
preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:
🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader
anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr
🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou
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Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?
Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk
Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g
After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”
“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”
Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”
“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”
Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.
You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”
“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”
But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”
“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”
“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”
You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.
“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.
“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”
So that’s probably a sign.
🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu
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Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.
Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes
Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total
Atsumu was the one who found you.
That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.
It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.
Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.
(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)
But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!
A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…
When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.
Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.
🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader
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Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.
Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀
Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total
Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.
It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.
When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.
Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”
Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.
It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.
So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.
Which means you.
You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.
And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.
Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.
Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.
You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”
Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.
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wutheringmights · 3 years
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I just read the newest chapter and I loved it! ♥ ♥ ♥ I was wondering if you had some hcs about the engineer that you could share?
Awww I'm glad you like it! I just spent 5 minutes trying to figure out what "HCS" meant before realizing I'm a tired idiot who can't read lol
But yeah! I got some headcanons for the engineer/Spirits I can share!
These headcanons are a mix of things I generally believe for any iteration of the Hero of Spirits and a few things exclusive to CTB. It's pretty obvious which are which.
Technically this is slight spoilers since most of this is not mentioned in-story, but Warriors is a such a self-centered asshole that I'm not sure when I can get him to explicitly ask about Spirit's backstory lol
This got super long and kind of just became me talking about Spirits's entire backstory, so enjoy:
Spirits is sixteen during the course of Spirit Tracks, mostly because that was the vibe I got from him when I first played the game (I made him younger for CTB)
He's not descendant from Wind (who I maintain disappeared instead of settling in New Hyrule); instead, he's Aryll's great grandson
His family name used to be Outset, but when everyone who originally immigrated from Outset island took on that last name, they changed it to Aryll to reflect the family matriarch
So Spirit's full name is Link Aryll, though there is a branch of his family that uses Macaryll instead
The Aryll/Macaryll family is huge; everyone has at least six aunts and uncles on all sides of the family and they can trace back how they are related to Aryll
"I'm Grandma Aryl's third son's second daughter's fifth child." -someone Spirits is related to, probably
He actually never met his great grandmother; she died before he was born.
Spirit's dad was full-blooded Lokomo while his mother was Hylian; his mother passed a few months after he was born after never truly recovering from childbirth while his father died in a fishing accident when he was eight
He went to live with an aunt and uncle who owned a general store; their relationship was polite at best. The aunt and uncle told Spirits upfront that they intended to give the store over to his cousin when he was older so Spirits needed to come up with his own life plan
Spirits didn't necessarily mind since he never wanted to work in a store for the rest of his life, but the ultimatum made it clear that they didn't care for him like a son
To this day, their relationship isn't strained and he doesn't hate them. But whenever they meet, he's overly polite; they're more acquaintances than family
He's cool with his cousin though. They have different interests so they aren't best friends, but they're okay.
Spirits also always had his spirit-sensing abilities. It's really like a sixth sense to him, as normal and automatic as seeing and hearing; he actually didn't realize this wasn't normal until he was a little older
His abilities at this point are limited to sensing vague ideas of a person's spirit (if they're light or dark, etc.), and seeing ghosts (which are really rare. You have to have a lot of power yourself to become one)
(Note: I'm not the only one who headcanons Spirits as having spirit sensing abilities; if you know who can up with the idea, please let me know so that I can tag/credit them!)
The elder of his village told him that select Lokomo had minor spirit sensing abilities, and those who did were traditionally made elders of their villages; being more of a follower than a leader, Spirits adamantly dismissed that idea and refused to be trained on how to hone his spirit senses. He also never learned any of the religion behind it
Which was a little worrisome since his abilities are way stronger than most
Besides, he's always liked trains and it's been his dream to travel around the kingdom as an engineer; being some town's elder would get in the way of that
Anyway, Spirits had to pass a written exam before being accepted as an apprentice engineer, so he's very studious and has a lot of drive (pun unintended?)
He went to live with his Uncle Niko during his apprenticeship in another town; Niko isn't related to him, but he's been a friend of the family for so long that everyone secretly thinks he's actually related to someone and they just forgot who
Niko is his real family, hands down. Those two are as thick as thieves and bring out the wild side in each other
A preteen Spirits used to think Niko was a little lame and kind of embarrassing, but now that he's older, he's all for Niko's weird old man-ness and has even picked up on some of his weird old man-ness himself
That being said, they're both disasters. Neither can clean or cook or do any kind of housekeeping and their shared house is cluttered with Niko's art projects and Spirit's half-finished tinkering
Growing up, Spirits had no idea he was related to the legendary Hero of Wind; Aryll died before he was born, but even in life she was filled with too much grief over her missing brother to discuss it often. Within the family, being related to the Hero of Wind is a rumor at best.
Of course, Niko knows but keeps it a secret from Spirits; once he got back from his LU-adventure, Wind told Niko about the curse of the Hero's Spirit. Then he went missing post-New Hyrule's founding, which really drove the terror of the curse home. Niko thought he could keep Wind's family from falling victim to it by not inadvertently encouraging them to follow in Wind's footsteps
So Niko kept it a secret
And obviously, that didn't work
Spirits' quest to save New Hyrule resulted in him realizing that he needed to embrace his Lokomo heritage and get a handle on his spirit powers; Anjean gave him a little training during his quest but afterwards he traveled around the kingdom to find as many people as he could with abilities like his
They were all really excited to teach him what they knew, especially the religious aspects of the abilities; Spirits is still not the most religious person, but he at least understands and embraces the cultural significance of what he is able to do
This is where he learned how to read a person's Spirit to get an idea of their life experiences and the kind of person they're like; he can also detect where a person is without having to put much effort into it
At Zelda's encouragement, he also got more sword training from the Castle Guard. She offered him a place among them, but he turned it down in favor of remaining an engineer. He still helps around as a swordsman when he can and will act as Zelda's body guard
Speaking of which, he and Zelda are 100% in love. Their relationship started out as puppy love but over the years as matured into a deep connection built on mutual respect
When he's working on designing new engines or parts for his trains, he occasionally brings his drafting materials to the castle gardens so that he can work alongside Zelda; sometimes she falls asleep leaning against his arm and he has to be careful not to shake her awake as he works
Whenever she need to go anywhere in the kingdom, she rides in his train and teasingly criticizes his conducting; he takes a lot of pride in his conducting, but he lets her get away with it since her critiques are objectively hilarious
He keeps a tiny pictograph of her taped to his dashboard
But there's a bit of a problem with their relationship, and it's that he doesn't know if he wants to be the prince consort or not. He does love her, but that would mean giving up being an engineer in favor of being stuck at the castle all of the time
Plus, he's doing great as an engineer; he's saving up to open his own garage that produces his own train designs
Eventually, he leaves for the War of Eras
His experiences with Warriors leaves him more sure than ever that he doesn't want to be the prince consort, resulting in him ending his relationship with Zelda shortly after he returns home
It hurts for a long time to be around her since all of his old feelings keep coming back, so he keeps his distance for a long time; it takes a few years for him to go back to hanging out with Zelda as friends
But now she's approaching marriage age, and he spends a lot of time when he's on body guard duty super jealous of these princes and ambassadors from foreign kingdoms who try to court her
But again, he knows he can't be in a relationship with her so he respectfully and silently pines over her (I'm just a sucker for pining, okay?)
Okay, more random headcanons that are a little less sad
Spirits likes super spicy food, but since he can't cook to save his own life, he just eats whatever he can get his hands on
He's super dirty all of the time, just the epitome of scrappy; there's always a smear of oil somewhere on his person
He actually really hates bathing and only keeps his curly hair in check to comply with train safety regulations
He's really polite and a little shy, but once he loosens up, he gets talkative and personable
He's also very contemplative; he likes conducting so much because he gets to spend long stretches of time alone with nothing but his thoughts
His trauma/stress response is to shut down; he goes quiet, loses energy, and sleeps for longer periods of time
He tends to gravitate towards socializing with people who are older than him, which gets him labeled as being no fun by his peers (despite having someone as cooky as Niko for a uncle)
Post-adventure, his best friend is Linebeck III. They're drinking buddies. Neither can really explain why they even like hanging out as much as they do
(I just like the idea of Linebeck accidentally getting attached to one kid and his whole bloodline getting forever tangled with Wind's; they're bros for multiple lifetimes)
Not only is Spirits good at designing and building new machinery, but he's great at tinkering; he can fix almost anything and will buy broken things on purpose just to have something to fix
No one really knows he's a hero; he doesn't like the attention and, at his request, Zelda did her best to keep his involvement with Malladus a secret
Because not many common people know about his adventure and records of New Hyrule are very rare, he's considered in Warrior's time to be a forgotten hero; some scholars believe that a Hero of Spirits may have once existed, but if he did, no one really knows who he was or what he did to serve the bloodline of Hylia
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honeytae · 3 years
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We’re never going to hear the end of this.
welcome back to another episode of kenna losing her shit over taehyung :) while imagining this scenario, i admittedly got very carried away. the word count is way higher than i anticipated and um..yeah i apologize in advance. when it comes to taehyung i just have zero self control and this is a great example. anyways, uh...if smut isn’t your thing, this might not be your cup of tea. otherwise, enjoy lol.
tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy
genre: smut
warnings: oral sex, sex without a condom (i cannot stress this enough: ALWAYS USE A CONDOM, THIS SHIT IS FICTION), semi-public sex? idk, i mean they can be heard but not seen, so...
word count: 6.5k (yeesh sorry)
Walking into the elevator of the lobby, you scoffed down at your phone as it vibrated in your hand, swiping your thumb across the screen and pressing it to your ear.
“I told you I was coming with the food, didn’t I? And what was that? Five minutes ago?” You asked into the phone immediately, Taehyung chuckling on the other end, goosebumps raising on your arms at the sound.
“Is the food what's delaying you? I miss you, fuck the food.” He groaned, making you laugh as you pressed the button displaying the digit of the floor of Taehyung’s studio with the pointer finger of your hand that was clutching the long awaited bag of food.
“Hey! I happen to be starving with a bag of Panda in my hand right now, I could eat everything before I get up there.” You threatened, the scent of the chicken and vegetables already tempting you as you tapped your foot impatiently at the elevator.
It’s the 21st century, and this is the quickest you can get up a floor?
“All I heard was Panda and that you’re here. Are you here?” He asked excitedly, jumping up from his chair and taking quick strides toward the door of the studio. 
“I’m getting off the elevator right now-”
It was then that you - saw more than heard - Taehyung bounding down the hall, jogging down the long corridor past the closed doors of offices as he made his way toward you. He had a wide smile on his face, eyes closed and his hair bouncing with each stride he took as he approached you. 
“Oh my god, Tae. You don’t even have shoes on.” You lightly scolded him, wrapping your arms around him as he did the same to you. You felt the stress from your day seep out of your body at his touch, his arms holding you to him in a hug as he kissed the side of your head.
“I missed you.” He pulled his head back to look at you, both of your heads tilting in accordance to each other as your lips met halfway.
Pulling back to lean his forehead against your own, he smiled as you jokingly crossed your eyes to keep them on him in the close proximity. 
“I really did miss you.” He insisted, holding you tight with his arms wrapped around your torso as he began walking you backward, presumably to the door of his studio. 
The walk was more of a waddle as he exaggerated his steps over to the side to avoid crushing your feet, guiding you backwards as you blindly followed his lead.
“So I’ve heard. May I remind you that we woke up together this morning?” You smiled at the memory of getting up and making breakfast with Taehyung, both of you trying to help each other prepare something edible before eventually giving up and driving to a nearby cafe. 
Neither of you could cook to save your lives, but at least you were able to make it a fun experience, both of you able to laugh at yourselves and your less than decent culinary skills.
“It wasn’t long enough. It’s never long enough with you.” He admitted softly, head diving down to rest his temple on your shoulder, tenderly kissing the side of your neck with a soft pucker of his lips. 
“Well, I’m here now. And I have Panda.” You repeated, causing the man to lift his face at the sudden memory of the food in your hand.
Holding the brown paper bag up between your faces, you giggled as Taehyung moaned at the scent wafting from it. He smiled, turning around with you still in his arms, backing himself toward the door as you finally reached the room.
You chuckled as Taehyung’s back collided with the locked door, having automatically shut when he had left the room running. He stubbornly rutted his back against the door in hopes that it would budge, sighing in disappointment when it didn’t.
“Code, Tae.” You reminded him, Taehyung’s head a mere few inches from the keypad as he smirked to himself.
“You know it.” He said smugly, laughing when you turned around to glare at him.
“I’m not supposed to-” 
“Just put it in, woman!”
You giggled at him, punching in the sequence of digits with your pointer finger until the beep of the door signified you could enter, Taehyung pushing back on it with his body to let you both enter the room. 
Pausing at the door once inside, he let your body go to allow you to slip your shoes off, no longer needing a reminder of his “no shoes” rule as you entered his workspace.
He wordlessly led you past the monitors on his desk, guiding you back to the sofa at the far end of the room before taking a seat, you doing the same beside him.
You quickly removed the takeout boxes from the bag, setting them out on the low table in front of you so that he could choose what he wanted. You thanked him as he handed you a pair of chopsticks, eagerly digging into the carton of fried rice with the utensils and letting out a satisfied hum.
“How are you doing here?” You asked, the question muffled with the amount of food in your mouth as Taehyung shrugged in response, grabbing the white box of chicken and shoveling a piece into his mouth as he moved his head from side to side in thought. 
“I’m alright. I was finishing up a song but then I got hungry and,” He nodded his head to point to the food, you smiling in response as you nodded at the recollection of his text message to you just over a half hour ago.
You continued talking about each other’s days so far, Taehyung scoffing at the stories about your asshole coworkers and you advising him on lyrics he wasn’t entirely sure about. 
When you were finished, you sat back with a sigh, Taehyung smiling at you before standing to clear the table of the empty boxes scattered on it. 
“Ugh, I’m stuffed now.” You groaned, crossing your arms over your stomach as you tipped your head back to rest on the cushions on the end of the couch. 
“Can you stay?” He asked with wide eyes, a pleading pout on his lips that spread to a wide smile when you nodded in confirmation. 
“If you want me to. I’m off work the rest of the day so,” You trailed off, Taehyung nodding eagerly as he watched you lean back on the sofa. 
You watched as he rounded the couch, standing at the back of it to look down at you as you reclined on the cushions.
“Stay with me.” He clutched your hands in his, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout as you chuckled at him. You smiled, caving immediately to your boyfriend’s puppy eyed look as you played with the rings on his fingers.
“I will. But you have to work. I don’t want to be distracting.” You reminded him, Taehyung nodding again as he prepared to head back to work. 
Watching as he walked back to his desk chair, neck craning side to side in order to stretch his burning muscles from his long periods of work, you sighed, relaxing back into the pillows behind you.
You smiled when the room became filled with the sounds of your boyfriend humming unrecognizable tunes, figuring that they were most likely new melodies he had composed in his days here. 
As he worked, you occupied yourself by picking up your phone and meaninglessly scrolling through your social media, satisfied with the clicking of Taehyung’s mouse on his desk in the otherwise silent room.
That feeling only lasted for a bit, though, as complete silence soon took over once again and you felt a slight blush rise to your cheeks as his eyes shifted back to you. 
After being with him for so long, you did not need to look over at him to know that his focus was now on you instead of the track laid out on the computer in front of him.
“You know, it’s odd. I have this weird suspicion that you’re not working over there.” You said without looking up from your phone, catching your boyfriend off guard as he chuckled breathily behind his hand. 
“I am, though. You’re my inspiration.” He defended himself, raising his brows in honesty as your fingers stopped scrolling down your screen. 
Your eyes shifted from the device in your hand to the man a couple of feet away from you, immediately melting under his loving gaze.
“I think I just drafted three albums worth of songs in my head. And every single one of them is about you.” He informed you, making tears blur your vision instantly at the sweet and honest words leaving his mouth. 
His body became less and less defined as your emotions took over, hearing Taehyung’s soft laugh before an audible coo left his mouth, his blurred figure quickly making its way over to you before he sat beside you on the couch again.
He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, smiling adoringly at you as his other hand pulled your body into his. Small soothing phrases left his mouth as he pressed kisses against the side of your head, placing his forehead to your temple as he dropped more kisses against your wet cheek.
“Fuck, Tae. You can’t say sweet shit like that to me and expect me to keep it together.” You let out a watery laugh, sniffling as you buried your face into his chest, him easily welcoming the action with a hand securing the back of your head to his shirt.
“I love you.” You whimpered into his chest, picking your head up and placing your chin on his shirt to look up at him. You admired the soft smile on his face, eyes swirling with emotion that made you feel so loved. 
Slipping his hand underneath your chin, he smiled as you shifted yourself higher up on his body to connect your lips. The action was sweet, tender. His thumb gently swiped at your chin as he held you to him, turning you into a puddle at the simple touch.
“I love you so much.” He mumbled into your mouth, pressing gentle kisses to your bottom lip repeatedly until you held his jaw in place to kiss him deeper. 
Taehyung lowered his back to lay down on the sofa, you following him with your lips still connected. His hand went to the back of your thigh, squeezing the flesh appreciatively and grinding his pelvis up against yours.
You hummed in acknowledgement at the movement, pushing him up off of your body with a slight push of your palms to his chest. Smoothing the pad of your thumb over the tail of his eyebrow affectionately, you internally debated stopping now or continuing to inevitable activities if you didn’t.
“This was supposed to be an innocent visit.” You said breathlessly, looking into your boyfriend’s blown out pupils as he chuckled. The man looked off to the side in thought, tracing your bottom lip and swiping at the smooth skin with the pad of his thumb as he focused his attention back on you.
“When is it ever?” He smirked, making you roll your eyes before smashing your lips back onto his. Fuck it.
You buried your hands into his hair, holding him to you as your tongues met, your movements slow as you lost yourselves in each other. 
You relished in the hitch of breath in his throat when you trailed your hand down his chest and abdomen, fingers hooking underneath his sweater and grabbing the chunky fabric, lifting it up to his belly button before he seemed to get the hint. 
He sat up slightly to lift the clothing over his head, shifting his hips up against your crotch in the process and making you let out a sharp whine at the sudden friction between your legs.
Taehyung smirked at the noise, tossing his sweater to the ground before grabbing your hips with his now free hands and rolling them down against his growing bulge once again. 
“Fuck, Tae.” You collapsed against his chest, looping your arms around his neck and breathing heavily against the bare skin of his sternum as his hands greedily groped at your ass. 
He continued his actions, thrusting up into your hips occasionally as you moved on him and thoroughly enjoying the shocked gasps that came out of your mouth whenever he did so. 
His eyes stayed on you as your face contorted in overwhelmed pleasure, the sudden realization that you had way too much fabric hiding you from him momentarily bringing him back to earth.
“Take your shirt off.” He commanded breathily, the continued grinding motion of your hips together making him pant as you obliged him, sitting up and lifting your shirt up over your head. You were left in your bra and jeans as you set your upper half back down onto his chest, lips colliding once again as he swiped his tongue across your lip.
His hand lifted to squeeze your breast over the cup of your bra, the appreciative touch eliciting a low sound from the back of your throat as you pulled back, watching as his lust-blown pupils studied your body appreciatively.
His eyes followed your hand as it landed on his chest, your palm sliding down to the fabric of his pants as he subtly thrusted his crotch up toward your hand. 
You smiled at his silent ask, moving your hand down farther to rest over the bulge growing steadily underneath your touch.
“Can I?” You asked simply, Taehyung eagerly nodding at your insinuation, the thought of you doing anything riling him up even more as your hand momentarily left the spot. 
You shifted off of him and slid your body off the couch, landing with your knees on the ground and smiling slightly as you watchrd him hastily unbuttoning his pants.
You met his hands with the bunched fabric at his mid thigh with your own, quickly pushing them down his legs farther until they were gathered past his ankles.
You could clearly see the outline of his erection through his boxers, practically drooling at the image of the man in front of you.
His knees were spread to give you easy access, head relaxed against the back of the couch as his eyes followed your every move. His bottom lip was sucked into his mouth, anticipating what was to come as you pulled his underwear down his legs.
You didn’t hesitate to wrap your hand around his base, pumping up and down slowly to tease the man, knowing you’d succeeded when he scrunched his eyes and bucked his hips up in search for more. 
Tightening your hand around his shaft, you quickened your pace, Taehyung puffing his cheeks up in an inhale before breathing it out shakily. He began nodding vigorously, making you giggle slightly at the bobbling of his head as you continued pumping him in your hand.
“Fuck, yeah. Good.” He babbled, words slurred together and ending in a grunt as your lips gently kissed his sensitive tip.
His legs jolted under you when you flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock, licking a path up to the precum bubbling out at the top and humming at the familiar salty-sweet flavor of his arousal.
Taehyung buried his hands in your hair as you finally put your mouth on him, sucking at the head of his cock and delivering kitten licks to his tip that made his eyes roll back into his head. You basked in the sounds he made as you took more of his cock into your mouth, gasps and moans and praises falling from his lips as he watched you take more of him.
Sinking your mouth down to welcome him in farther, your cheeks hollowed to suck him tightly, Taehyung making incoherent noises that resembled curse words at the action. He subtly thrusted his hips up, making you cough at the sudden action, immediately snapping him out of his trance as he leaned up off of the sofa to check on you. 
“Shit, I’m sorry. You okay?” He asked in concern, hand coming to rest on the back of your head as waited for an answer to his question.
Instead of verbally answering him, you only began bobbing your head on him once again, taking more of him each time until the head of his cock nudged at the back of your throat.
His legs trembled at the sudden action, cursing before falling back onto the couch, having assured that you were perfectly fine and fucking fantastic at giving head.
“Fuck, I wanna see you.” He said desperately, sitting up slightly to push his fingers through your hair, pushing the strands out of your face for a better view.
His dark hooded eyes met yours as you looked up at him through your lashes, deep moans reverberating from his chest and filling the studio at the filthy image you’d just given him.
“God, you’re so hot. So good at this.” He praised you, eyes squinting shut as you continued sinking your mouth down the inches of his length. 
You smirked as you swallowed around him, effectively squeezing his dick with your throat and causing Taehyung to lose all composure as his eyes rolled back into his head. The strong reaction made you smirk, doing it a second time to achieve the ruined look on his face once again.
“Baby! Oh, sh-shit.” He gasped, fingers tugging at your hair and eliciting a moan from you. His jaw dropped further at the vibration, his head falling back so that he was facing the ceiling as he groaned loudly.
“I’m gonna cum, babe.” He warned you, you humming around him in response as you lifted your mouth up his length, bringing it back down and repeating the action with his increasingly loud moans spurring you on.
You could see his chest’s rising and falling quicken when you picked up your speed, moving faster on his cock to ensure he hit his high. The sight made you internally pat yourself on the back, proud that you could wreck him so easily.
“Ugh, god.” He groaned, blindly tracing his hands over his lap to find your own, your heart thudding harder against your chest at the sweet action.
Wordlessly, you detached your hands from his thighs, intercepting his own larger pair and locking your fingers together. Taehyung squeezed as he finished, his hot release shooting down your throat with a loud moan as he gently thrusted into the heat of your mouth.
You popped off of him with a grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as Taehyung was left exhausted and breathless on the couch. His eyes were shut, desperately trying to recover as his thighs still slightly trembled with aftershocks from his orgasm.
“C’mere.” He bent his fingers to gesture you to come back up on the couch with him, you standing and kneeling on the sofa, immediately being pulled onto his lap with one of his arms locked around your waist. 
“You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy.” He chuckled, you giggling back at him before being cut off as his lips caught yours. 
You mewled as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently before pushing his tongue inside of your mouth. You let him explore freely, shuddering when his hot tongue swirled around your own.
He made his point clear that you were both not finished as he kissed you deeper, you kissing him back with just as much force as you held his jaw in your hands.
He made it especially clear when his warm palms traveled up your back, caressing the skin and hooking his finger underneath the back of your bra.
“I don’t know why this is still on.” He complained, shifting the clasps out of their hooks and pulling the straps down from your shoulders to your forearms.
You giggled as you straightened your back, pushing yourself off of his chest to sit up and let your bra fall to the ground, finally letting your breasts free from the constraint.
The sight of your breasts made a quiet moan rise out of Taehyung’s mouth, his hands grabbing at the flesh immediately and rubbing at your nipples with his thumbs. 
Leaning forward so his face was down at your chest, he opened his mouth to suck on the pink skin underneath his finger.
The action caused you to whine as you tucked your chin into your neck to watch him, arching your back and pushing your chest into his mouth in a subtle gesture for more.
With a proud smirk, Taehyung removed his hand and flattened his tongue against your nipple, taking it into his mouth and suckling at it diligently. 
Whimpering his name, your hand went to the back of his head, stationing his mouth on you as he closed his teeth on it in a gentle bite.
“Mmf, Tae.” You bit your lip, his actions causing more arousal to pool in your panties and most likely ruining the fabric as it was now undoubtedly soaked through.
Taehyung’s hand trailed down your side, resting on your ass and squeezing lightly before sliding you up his stomach, you letting a breathy moan escape as the move caused the seam of your jeans to press harder into your clit.
With your breasts swinging above his face, he could easily pick his head up to encase your other nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking at the hardened nub before sucking a bruise into the pink skin.
You absentmindedly began rocking your hips on his abdomen, moaning and tipping your head back at the friction as his mouth focused on your other breast.
Taehyung hummed as he noticed your movements on him, placing his hands on your hips to guide their rocking motion. You put your face down beside his head, turning toward him to bury your moans in his hair.
Unable to hold himself back anymore, he let his hands trail down your body, fingers desperately pushing at the waistline of your pants. He cursed when he remembered the jeans you’d worn when you walked in, fumbling his fingers around your waist in search of the buttons.
“Off, off, off.” He mumbled, popping the buttons of your jeans and tugging the zipper down as you chuckled at his hands desperately pushing the material down off of your hips.
You helped him push the denim down your legs, shoving them off your ankles with his assistance as his fingers tugged at the tight fabric. 
“Your ass looks so good in these, it’s almost a shame to take them off.” He chuckled to himself, breathing out a sigh of relief when your pants finally hit the ground. 
Reaching his hand between your legs, Taehyung hummed in approval at the dampness of your underwear, pressing his fingertips onto your clit through the fabric and effectively making you whimper as you dropped your head to his shoulder.
Instead of applying more pressure, all he did was keep his fingers there, unmoving and teasing you as he gave you nothing.
“Tae, m-more.” You whined pathetically, swiveling your hips to get more stimulation from the pads of his fingers. 
“What do you want, baby?” He asked teasingly, eyebrow arched cockily as he observed your flustered state. 
“I want your fingers. Or your mouth. Anything, just please.” You whimpered, thrusting your hips forcefully in another attempt for pleasure. 
Taehyung smirked then nodded, seemingly pleased with your begging as he maneuvered to lay flat on his back, pulling you with him to sit atop his hips. 
“Come up here.” He pulled at your arm, you furrowing your brows with a confused quirk of your lips but following his guidance anyway. 
You allowed him to position your hips above his face, slowly getting the idea of what he was doing, kneeling above his mouth as his hands kept you there. Your brows raised in curiosity as he smiled up at you, his fingers caressing the warm skin of your thighs soothingly. 
“What are you planning?” You asked with a chuckle, Taehyung laughing in response before tucking his hand underneath the side of your underwear, making you whine as he only kept his hand close to where you needed him most with no signs of moving.
A ripping sound suddenly filled the room, cool air hitting your crotch as you gasped at your boyfriend between your legs, his hand holding up the now torn fabric of your underwear.
“Taehyung!” You scolded in disbelief, jaw dropped as the man giggled beneath you. 
“They were in the way!” He laughed, you cracking a smile as you shook your head at him before looking at the ripped fabric in mourning. 
Turning his head to press his lips to the inside of your thigh, he trailed them up to your wet core, kissing you directly on your folds before glancing up at you once again.
“I’ll buy you new ones, baby. Promise.”
You didn’t even register his words as you only felt his breath ghost over your lower lips, head already spinning with the little amount of contact he had given you.
Taehyung noticed the way you bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut as he continued to purposely breathe out of his mouth and onto the area between your legs. 
Hooking his arms underneath your thighs, he guided your hips down onto his mouth, holding you there as his tongue immediately dove between your folds, licking a straight line up from your entrance to your clit.
“Tae!” You cried out as he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, gripping onto the back of the couch with one hand for any sense of balance as he withdrew his mouth from your clit, moving his thumb up to replace where his tongue had been circling the button as he placed his mouth at your wet entrance instead.
Keeping his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves, he dipped his tongue inside of your entrance, you shuddering at the feeling as Taehyung smirked underneath you.
You whined at the all too quick removal of his tongue from you, only to have your body jerk reflexively at the feeling of the tip of it tracing around the tight ring of muscles before inserting it once again with a satisfied groan rumbling from his chest.
You whimpered at the sudden feeling, the fire in the pit of your stomach building with each languid lick of his tongue into your entrance.
“Oh, god, not gonna last, baby.” You warned shakily, Taehyung holding your trembling legs to steady them as you felt a snapping in the bottom of your abdomen, Taehyung lapping up your release with flattened stripes of his tongue around your entrance. 
Opening your eyes once the dizzy feeling in your head had faded, you glanced down at him, almost whining at the vision of him licking his lips. His hair was disheveled, his eyes almost black with desire.
With trembling thighs and weak knees, you began scaling down his body, Taehyung assisting you with his hands gripping your sides as you slowly crawled back down his frame so that you were face to face. 
“Shit.” You exhaled in exhaustion, Taehyung tugging you down onto his body with ease as your weak limbs caved into his touch.
Resting your cheek against his in a moment of quiet, you both tried to even out your breathing, Taehyung’s palm massaging your spine soothingly as you came down from your orgasm.
Lovingly, you nuzzled the tip of your nose against his, him smiling at the action before pursing his lips out for a kiss. You eagerly leaned into his mouth, hand resting on his bare shoulder and thumb lightly caressing his collarbone.
“I love you.” You mumbled against his lips, him repeating the sentiment back to you with a soft smile as he leaned back in to kiss you slowly.
“You alright?” He asked softly, eyebrows raised in question as he studied your facial expression.
You nodded in response, assuring him with the small gesture and heaving a small sigh as your lungs began to take air in normal amounts.
“I’m tired but I wanna have sex.” You pouted, smiling at Taehyung’s loud laugh at your words as he pushed your hair back behind your ear. 
He hummed in mock thought, eyes traveling up to the ceiling before dramatically raising a hand, pointer finger extended as if to gesture he had gotten an idea.
“I can do all the work.” He proposed, dropping his hand and smiling when you nodded again, flipping your bodies over to trade positions so that he was hovering on top of you, his hair slightly falling into his eyes.
Without looking down, you could tell he was ready to go again, his hard length resting on your stomach as you lightly chuckled. Taehyung lowered himself to rest on his elbows, cocking his head at your laughter but smiling nonetheless.
“How are you always so ready?” You asked, letting him into your thoughts as he teasingly looked down between his legs.
“You hold a certain power over me.” He shrugged as he looked back up to you, you scoffing at his words as he giggled childishly.
“What? It’s true!” He defended himself, you shaking your head before shutting him up by putting your mouth back on his. 
His hand subtly traveled down your abdomen, feeling you up appreciatively before landing on the sensitive button between your legs. 
The circling motion of his thumb on your clit along with the way he let his tongue explore your mouth freely had your core throbbing once again, hand gripping his hair and sharp gasps catching in your throat at his finger rubbing you in the way he knew got you ready for him.
Your tongues entangled as you reached down to push his hand away, instead pushing his hips toward your own to signal that no more foreplay was going to be needed. 
You both let out heavy breaths as the movement caused his hips to instinctively push forward, his length situated between your folds. You pulled back from his lips with a desperate whine, thrusting your hips again and eliciting a groan from him when his head entered you at the slight move.
“God, Tae, just fuck me already.” You begged, a whine from the back of your throat as you rocked your hips into his length.
His eyes visibly darkened again at your words, the bright innocence in them only a few minutes ago now gone and replaced by a darkened and lustful look as he properly lined his tip up with your entrance.
You felt your mouth drop in a silent moan as he entered you, providing immediate relief to your hormones with the sudden pleasure between your legs.
“Hmmf.” He hummed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he buried himself to the hilt, kissing the skin at the crook of your neck as you breathed out his name. 
You admired him as he tipped his head back, sighs and grunts coming out of his mouth as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he craned his neck backward, digging his elbows into the mattress below him with the effort he used to rut into you.
You experimentally clenched your muscles around him, causing him to gasp sharply as his mouth popped open, his eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed at the unexpected tightening.
“Fuck, don’t do that.” He half-heartedly scolded you, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he began sucking on the skin of your neck.
You giggled at his reaction, Taehyung smiling at the noise as his hips momentarily stilled inside of you. He picked his head up from where it’d been resting, his expression dopey as you cupped his chin with your hand. 
You swiped the pad of your thumb against the plush skin of his cheek, his eyes softening at the affectionate touch before leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss.
He began slowly grinding himself into you in place of his thrusts, making you cry out as his pubic bone applied pressure to your neglected clit. 
Unable to deny his desires anymore, he started thrusting once again, pushing his hips into yours with grunts escaping his mouth as a punctuation to each of his hips movements.
“Faster, baby.” You whined, Taehyung moaning at the words before snapping his hips into yours faster, holding himself up with his forearms as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts into you. 
You felt your eyes roll back into your head at the increasing pleasure, biting onto his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming out as you felt another orgasm pending in the pit of your stomach. 
Your boyfriend sucked in a hiss through his teeth at the stinging on the skin of his shoulder clamped between your teeth, dropping a soothing kiss to your cheek as he continued the pace he’d found to work for you both.
You released his shoulder from your mouth when his arms suddenly hooked under your knees, dropping his hands back to the couch cushions as he allowed you to take, instinctively locking them around his waist. 
You couldn’t help but cry out as he found the special spot buried within you, Taehyung’s switch of positions obviously intentional as your sound made a look of pride appear on his face. 
You bit down on your lip in an attempt to keep your noises to a lower volume as he continued with his intentional thrusts, him groaning at the way you unintentionally tightened around him in reaction to the way he kept tapping the spot with the head of his cock.
Taehyung dropped his head to your collarbone as you clenched around him once again, this time feeling your muscles tighten and spasm uncontrollably around him as you approached your high. 
Letting out desperate whines and moans, you blindly reached for the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair and guiding him up to your lips.
Without a word of communication between you, he placed his finger between your legs, rubbing at your clit harshly as your gasps turned into whines in his mouth, your pleasure increasing rapidly at the simple touch he was giving you.
“Cum with me.” He panted, hips stilling as your entrance clamped around him, holding him in a vice grip as you finished, his warm release filling you soon after as you pressed your lips to his.
The studio went quiet as you both came down from your second orgasms, bodies completely spent as Taehyung pulled himself out of you and cuddled up to your side. 
You welcomed him with an extended arm, his hair dampened with sweat as he laid his head down on your shoulder, cheek pressed to your skin as he pressed a soft kiss to the spot. You folded your arm to put your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp and smiling at the content hum coming from his mouth.
Everything was calm and silent until the sound of fists rapidly knocking against the studio door interrupted your moment, both you and Taehyung picking your heads up from the couch in curiosity.
He sighed at the disruption, squeezing his eyes shut to gather any and all patience he could as the knocking persisted at the door.
“If we ignore them, maybe they’ll go away.” He said quietly, keeping his voice down to a low volume with a small smile playing on his lips as you chuckled along with him.
“Taehyung-ah!” 
You recognized the voice immediately to be your boyfriend’s older friend Seokjin, wondering what he was doing outside and simultaneously praying that he hadn’t heard anything that had been going on in the room during your visit.
“What?” Taehyung called back, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he awaited some kind of clue as to why his friend was standing on the other side of his studio.
“Did you see that meme I sent you?” 
Taehyung pressed his lips in a firm line, deciding to go with it for the sole intention of getting his dear friend out of the moment he’d unknowingly interrupted.
“Oh, yeah! That was a good one.” He lied, fake amusement in his words as you giggled into his hair. His hand squeezed at your torso as he smiled at your noises, eyes squinted at the ceiling as he strained to hear if Seokjin was still standing outside.
“I know! Jungkook was laughing so hard, I’m surprised you didn’t hear him.”
Both yours and Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up at that, looking at each other in a paused moment of shock before your boyfriend uncomfortably cleared his throat. 
There was just something about Jin’s tone that suddenly indicated that he may not have been as clueless as you thought he was about the situation. 
And it didn’t help that you could practically hear the smug smile on his face.
“Oh, um, I might’ve heard.” Taehyung lied again, you covering your mouth with your palm as you were both embarrassed at yourselves and trying to disguise your chuckling at his obvious lies.
“Mhm. Him and I are grabbing some lunch, you coming with?” He asked, staring at the black door as he awaited the answer he knew he’d get. 
In a way, Seokjin wished he would come with them, because he’d be able to see him squirm as they teased him about banging one out in his workspace for everyone else to hear. But he was not surprised when his friend answered negatively from the other side of the door.
“Uh, no. I’m alright, hyung.” Taehyung replied, Seokjin humming an “mhm” before saying goodbye, the sound of his footsteps getting quieter with the squeaky pitch of his giggles as the distance between his body and the door got bigger. 
“Fuck, he totally knew.” You let go of the breath you’d been holding, Taehyung chuckling lightly as he nodded in agreement. 
“Yeah, he knew something was up.” He confirmed, knowing his bandmate long enough to be able to decipher that his tone had been one of teasing.
“We’re never going to hear the end of this.” You sighed, Taehyung biting back a grin as he nodded once again. 
Honestly, he knew he’d get teased by his friends later on, as Jin had a big mouth and surely the rest of the group already knew about whatever he’d heard from outside of the room. 
But he couldn’t find it in him to care as he looked over at your body lying next to his, completely lovestruck as he traced his palm over your stomach.  
You raised your eyebrows at the mischievous look on his face, leaning into him as his hand trailed around your body and pressed to your back to bring you closer to his warm and slightly sweaty skin.
“Wanna go again?” He asked, laughing when your jaw dropped, smacking his shoulder lightly as he continued giggling at your facial expression.
“Taehyung!”
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jengarie · 3 years
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#showyourprocess !
From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!
To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.
RULES — When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!
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Thank you, @rinielle for tagging me! She chose the piece above (original post), and oh boy this one was a whole ass rollercoaster ride! Unfortunately, I hadn't turned on the timelapse feature for this but I'll try to go through each part of the process as best as I can!
The photos I'm gonna upload are gonna be a mix of screenshots and literal photos of my screen, because I'm taking some of them from my updates to friends, since a lot of the steps got lost in my painting process.
But before that, let me tag some other amazing creators!
@dragonji: this gif art!
@candicewright: this yibo painting!
@wendashanren: this gifset!
@mylastbraincql: this gif!
I haven't been able to keep track of who's been tagged so apologies if you've already done this! Also, no pressure to do it at all if you would rather not! <3
Planning
Sometimes, I get an idea first and find reference photos to go with that idea. But for this one, I sought out a reference photo first, and built an idea on top of it!
After that, I roughly sketch out the base pose. Usually, this looks very messy, but it doesn't really matter as long as I understand which part goes where!
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The idea for the background didn't really come until the creation process because I don't think I really planned this to be a full piece.
Creation
Sketching
Honestly, from this point on, it's more of trial and error.
So, I redid the the initial base pose—made it cleaner and a little bit more detailed. See: the added definition in their arm muscles, the rearrangement of Wei Wuxian's legs, and Lan Wangji's hand on Wei Wuxian's back. If you look at the second photo, I also changed the pose a bit midway—I tend to edit as I go sometimes when I change my mind. (For this, I thought, given the Lan arm strength, it would be better to make Lan Wangji look more at ease carrying Wei Wuxian. This gets covered by the robes anyway though, so it didn't matter much in the end.)
I also started adding details to the base! I usually start with the face and then the hair! I usually go for the clothes next, but I dreaded the robes in this piece so I guess that's why I ended up with a basic idea of what I wanted for the background instead LOL I also figured out how I want the final crop to look like, so I blocked out all the other areas with an extra layer!
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Okay, onto the part that killed me like ten times: the robes. There are a lot of interactions between their robes here given their pose, and not to mention they also have layers upon layers on each of them! So, to maintain my sanity and to keep track of which part is which, I color coded them into the most colorful sketch I've ever made.
Another reason why I filled in each layer of robe with a solid block of color, is so that all the lines underneath gets covered. Without all of the colors, the actual outline actually looks like the one on the right. What a nightmare!
I also ignored the crop again for this part, because it's always better to draw past your borders, in case you decide to rotate or tilt or whatever your piece later on. I didn't do the feet anymore though, because that I was sure wouldn't show in the final piece anymore.
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After that, I did the sketch one more time and then started adding the base colors. (I didn't have a screenshot of just the base colors, and the final CSP file is a nightmare so I copy pasted the layers into a new canvas to show you guys :') )
By the way, I drew their robes flowing this way, because I wanted it to frame the lower arch of the moon behind them for the composition. It was a little frustrating that I couldn't get Lan Wangji's robes a little higher because of Wei Wuxian's legs but I later filled in the empty space with his forehead ribbon anyway, so it all worked out in the end!
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Painting
Because apparently, I was a masochist back then, I merged the base colors all into one layer and started adding shadows to the robes. (These days, I add shadows first and then, merge. It's much easier this way.)
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And then, I started painting! Again, I did the face first and then the hair, before finally the robes. This was my first time painting side profiles and honestly it was quite a pain to figure out LOL but !!! I think I did a good job and I'm proud of how it turned out. I again used reference photos for this one but I can't link any because they were just several random Pinterest photos that I didn't save.
Another thing to note is that I use the mesh transform tool a lot, especially on faces. That's largely why Lan Wangji's face looks so different in the latter two!
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And then I went with the robes. Somewhere along the way, I realized I didn't like how I planned to do Lan Wangji's sleeves and the flowy part of Wei Wuxian's robes and I... decided, with much dread, to do them over. So I sketched on top of the painted layers and redid the robes, again.
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It was at this point that I decided to take a break from this piece because it was honestly very draining! I think it took about three weeks before I decided to open the file again and continue it.
When I did, I just finished painting the rest of the robes and their hands. The blue details on Lan Wangji's outer robes were painted on a separate layer that I put on Multiply. I probably did more adjustments to the face and hair and stuff, because my painting process is honestly a mess :')
Final Adjustments
I added some correction layers on certain areas to fix some of the colors. See: Lan Wangji's sleeve becoming much brighter and paler; Wei Wuxian's legs having less contrast. And then I merged all of the layers (excluding the background) and added a bit of blur. See: Wei Wuxian's ponytail; the entire lower part; the flowing forehead ribbon. My reasoning for this is so that most of the detail (and therefore the flow of the eye) goes to their faces and expressions!
And then, I put a blue Overlay layer on low opacity to make Wangxian blend better with the background, added a bit of shadow on the inside and the lower sections and added the glowing details for the added flair. I initially wanted sparkles and/or stars but they didn't turn out as well as this did. I also upped the contrast by a little for the entire piece!
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Aaaand, that's it! In truth, I did a bit more color adjustments to the whole piece, but I was a dummy who forgot to turn them back on before posting so ... oh well.
Posting
Before posting, I upload it either on my spare private Twitter account or on a drafted Tumblr post so I can check the colors on my phone. This is because the colors on different devices can look very different, and I would at the very least want all my pieces to look nice on both of my devices!
And then, once I deem it satisfactory, I just try to think of a caption and post! Some artists wait for a certain time where most of their followers are active, but I didn't have a lot of MDZS followers at this point so it didn't really matter to me.
It still doesn't really; I haven't actually been able to figure out when my MDZS followers are awake even now.
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kitsunebell · 4 years
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Mominette Au
It may not seem like much, but because I’m SO freaking excited about my first two tag requests, have some more of my Brucinette Mominette AU (Marinette is mom to the batkids, I specify because there will probably be other mominette aus involving different pairs, lol)
A few notes before I begin writing this for the SECOND time (thanks for deleting my draft tumblr): 
Marinette’s vigilante name is Lark. Maybe I’ll change it in the future, maybe I wont. 
Mari and Bruce are very good friends and co-parents at this point in the au, there’s some budding romance feelings that are apparent to everyone BUT Mari and Bruce, but they will take a backseat after Jason’s death
For this au the circumstances of Jason’s death are as follows: 
Robin and Batman are separated on some mission by the Joker so that he can kill Robin in an attempt to break Batman. Unlike in ‘Under the Red Hood,’ Ra’s is not involved in whatever plot the Joker used to lure Batman and Robin to him. After some weird reality altering by superboy prime, Jason wakes up, still injured, in his grave and digs himself out, wanders a bit, is hospitalized and in a coma for a while before being picked up by Talia and dunked in the Lazarus pit. Talia tells Jason that Batman hasn’t taken revenge on his behalf and has replaced him with a new Robin. She doesn’t actually believe what she’s telling him because she knows Bruce, but she doesn’t have any real intel on what the actual situation is between the batfam and the joker or how Tim became Robin. She wants to use Jason to hurt Bruce and Marinette. Why? Because she’s just a tiny bit obsessed with Bruce and she HATES Marinette. And because she can. 
Marinette and Dick are off-world when Jason dies.  Is Dick a grown ass 20ish year old man? Yes. Does that mean that Mari doesn’t still worry about her little chick going off to space to fight evil overlords oppressing an entire planet? No, duh. So occasionally she tags along. She’s kind of like the Titans’ den mother, they all love it
And now we begin the headcannon
The manor is unusually quiet when Marinette zetas into the batcave. Of course, it’s not unusual for the cave itself to be empty this time of day but, after making her way upstairs, the house itself is eerily still. She really starts to worry when Alfred hasn’t popped up to greet her after a few minutes of being in the house proper. Normally he’s the first to greet anyone after returning from a mission of any length. (In reality, Alfred has taken to running errands in person rather than having things delivered or done by hired help. He can’t stand to be in the too big, too quiet, house without Jason, nor can he bear to see the shell that’s been walking around in Bruce’s skin since the funeral) So, looking for answers, Marinette heads to Bruce’s office. 
When she gets there, it’s dark and gloomy. Bruce is sitting at his desk, staring out the window with glazed eyes.Of course he broods fairly regularly, but this seems different somehow. Hoping to break the mood Marinette jokes, “what’s got you all broody now Bruce? You look like someone died” She realizes her mistake when his shoulders stiffen and he turns his 1000 yard stare from the window to slowly focus on her rapidly paling face. “Oh, no, is Alfred..? I didn’t see him when I got,” But Bruce is already shaking his head, hands clenching on the armrests of his chair before she can finish. When he meets her eyes again, his own are full of tears. He takes a shuddering breath as she trails off, horror quickly blooming across her face and dread settling in her stomach. “No,” he says, “no, Alfred is alright. It’s...it’s…” But he can’t bring himself to say it, doesn’t need to because Marinette knows exactly who has died. “No. No, please, Bruce. It’s not,” she’s speaking so softly, it’s barely a whisper. As though if she just doesn’t say it too loudly it won’t be true. “...Jason?” She whispers brokenly. Bruce closes his eyes and nods. And Marinette shatters.
For three days Marinette doesn’t speak. She carries out her days in silence, does everything she normally would without a word. When she finally does speak it’s just one word: “How?” So, Bruce tells her, and Marinette is furious. This madman, this wannabe clown with terrible fashion sense and even worse jokes, murdered her son. And for what? His own sick pleasure? This wretched creature took Jason from her. Took her baby. Jason, her youngest, sa petite étoile, her little star who shone so brightly even after the darkness and hardship of his early childhood in crime alley. Gone. 
The Joker would pay. 
Bruce is against revenge. Killing the joker is what he wanted them to do. If they killed him then he won, and then they’d be no better than any other criminal. But Marinette just laughs, “Kill him? Oh, no. Death is too good for him Bruce,” she says. “I want him to suffer. I want him to live in pain every day for the rest of his life just like I have to.” And that was what her life would be now, pain. Yes, it would dull with time, but the pain of losing her son would never truly leave her. Every day, for the rest of her life, Marinette would have to wake up in a world where Jason was dead. She will have a thousand moments where she thinks to call or text or tell Jason about something that made her think of him only to remember she can’t because Jason is dead. She will pass by a thousand boys with wild, dark curls and bright blue eyes and crooked grins that will cause her to double take because, just for a moment, she thought it was Jason she’d passed on the street. But it’s not. Because Jason is dead. She’ll watch Dick get married and start a family of his own one day and always have to wonder if Jason would’ve been Dick’s best man? Would he have married? Would he have gone to college? What kind of job would’ve he had? What would his children have looked like? But she’ll never know because Jason is dead. Every moment of happiness in her future will always be shadowed by the fact that Jason. Is. DEAD.  Marinette has to go on living with that knowledge for the rest of her life. Marinette is young still and since she was the guardian she was slated for a very long life indeed. If she has to live with that kind of pain for the rest of her days, so does the joker. When she says as much to Bruce, his response is, surprisingly, “What did you have in mind?”
A curse is what Marinette has in mind. And not just any curse, a curse fueled by the magic of the kwami. After Hawkmoth, Marinette and the kwami decided it would be best if they stayed dormant in the miracle box for a while, until everyone had forgotten about the miraculous. Enough time and distance has passed that Marinette isn’t worried about asking the kwami for their help. Besides, she won’t be taking up the mantle of any of the miraculous anyway. So she goes and gets the miracle box from its hiding spot, explains her past as ladybug to Bruce (and Alfred), and opens the box for the first time in over a decade. 
The kwami are happy to see her, and she them (she’d missed them but she hadn’t realized how much) and they were absolutely devastated to hear that Marinette had lost a child. And enraged by the circumstances of his death. They wholeheartedly agree to help. 
After weeks of research and discussions with the kwami, they have determined the best curse to place on the joker. It will cause extreme bad luck in proportion to his bad deeds. For example, lets say that he robs a bank. Any hostages he tries to take will escape, and he’ll likely get a few kicks to the shin and fists to the face in the process. The dye packs in the money will go off, no matter how he tries to disarm them or how many times he’s successfully disarmed the exact same ones before. They explode in his face, despite there not being any explosive components to them, and he’ll  have some kind of horrible allergic reaction to the dye, again despite never having any before: hives, rash, chemical burns, anaphylactic shock, you name it. If the cops manage to get to him before Batman does, somehow they’ll be the only non-corrupt and competent cops in the GCPD and they will show no mercy. He’ll get tossed in a cell with the one prisoner who is not afraid of him, and in fact has some kind of grudge against him, and is at least 3 times his size. It will not end well. And those are only the mild outcomes. If he were to, say, try to shoot someone…..well, you know firearms are dangerous. And the ones you might get on the black market can be defective. They might even blow up in your hand rather than shoot properly. But, though Marinette will curse the joker with bad luck, she will also curse him with good luck. How is one cursed with good luck? Well, lets look at the last example. A defective gun might blow up in his face, but it won’t kill him. It won’t even maim him…..permanently. The doctors will be able to save his hand, but the healing process will be long and extremely painful. The only reprieve the joker will have from his curse is when he is in Arkham. Oh, the curse won’t just vanish while he’s in a cell, there just won’t be as many opportunities for such extreme situations. The guards may forget to feed him every now and again, when the book cart rolls around it only has the most boring books available, when batman stops by to “question” him for information about some other villain’s plot that he might know about the guards won’t hear his screams, the body cast will only have to stay on for 6 months but the pain medication is expired and, thus, doesn’t work very well. Simple things like that. 
All that’s left for Marinette to do is to set a trap so she can place the curse on joker. Bruce isn’t happy about this part, but with the kwami’s help (particularly Pollen’s venom) it is less dangerous than it could be. Thankfully, Marinette is the chosen champion of the goddess of luck, so the joker is captured and paralyzed in place without much fuss. The joker being, well, the joker and thus insane, is amused by the whole situation at first. He thinks that Batsy and little Lark are going to kill him, and isn’t that just the funniest joke you ever heard? But when Batman just stands back and Lark steps forward, he doesn’t find the look on her face to be as amusing as he thought it would be. When she tells him shes going to place a curse on him he starts to worry a bit, but surely it’s nothing he won’t be able to get out of, magic has nothing on comedy after all. But Batman and Lark both laugh. Batman laughs,  as Lark takes out a knife to cut away the back of joker’s ugly purple jacket and the shirt under it. “Thought you were gonna put a curse on me Batsy, not rip my favorite suit!” He laughs. “Oh,” he hears Lark say behind him as Batman walks forward with, what looks like a bag of various magic-y bits and bobs to, he assumes, facilitate the casting of the curse (really it’s all show to hide Tiki and Plagg so they can lend their magic to the casting), “don’t worry I AM putting a curse ON you.” And isn’t that an odd place to put emphasization in a sentence he thinks before coming to the abrupt and sudden realization of exactly WHY Lark had said what she said the way she said it as she uses the large knife she’d been holding earlier to carve a  large and extremely intricate spell circle into his skin. The entire process takes hours and when they’re done, Batman and the she demon Lark just... let him go. He takes a few days to heal before he’s working on his next scheme, only for it to go horribly wrong. Oh well he thinks, can’t win em all. Only it happens again….and again...and again….and again, the outcomes getting worse and, dare he say, more violent, with each subsequent failure. Ah, he thinks, so that’s what the curse was, better find someone to remove it. It takes some time, but eventually he finds a competent magic user that agrees to take a look at the, still rather painful (it will never properly heal) array carved into his back. When the witch lays eyes on his curse mark, she nopes right the fuck out. No amount of threats or displays of violence will change her mind. “You’re fucked,” she tells him, “that curse is fueled by the power of not one but two major gods. I can’t help you, I don’t know if anyone has enough power to lift that curse. And if there is anyone who does, they’re probably not dumb enough to go against two of the oldest and most powerful gods in existence,” she says as she hurriedly gathers her things to get the fuck away from this idiot who has somehow managed to bring the wrath of the goddess of creation and the god of destruction on himself. She doesn’t want his stupid to rub off on her…..or for either of the gods to think she was actually trying to help the fool. 
At first the joker is just pissed, but eventually, his anger turns to paranoia, which turns to mind numbing fear. He can’t do anything without the universe taking its pound of flesh from him. And on top of everything, each time he encounters a mask, it’s somehow almost always Lark. Even when he’s set up something to lure her out of the city, she always makes it back in time to beat the ever loving shit out of him in the most painful way possible before dumping him in his cell. Somehow, the bad luck/good luck combination is always more extreme after he’s come in contact with her. So he learns to fear her. Even the sight of the colors of her costume is enough to send him into a panic attack. She once came to Arkham to question another inmate and when he heard her voice echoing down the hall, he wet himself. Of course, there were several guards around to see the event, and one of them got it on film somehow. It made the 6 o’clock news. The guards made sure to wheel a tv in front of his cell door so he could watch it…..every day for a week. 
After the joker had decided it was safer to stay in Arkham for fear of what his curse (and Lark) would do to him, Marinette kept her distance. She’d exacted her revenge and was satisfied at the husk that the joker had become. She was content to let him suffer, occasionally swinging close enough to Arkham that the curse could get a boost from the energies she carried as Tiki’s chosen and the guardian, but she left any in person visits to Bruce, who was more than happy to “interrogate” the joker when necessary.
When Jason eventually makes his way back to Gotham, he finds it odd that the joker’s only request of Black Mask is to ensure that Lark is out of the city when they break him out to take care of Red Hood. (he thinks that if someone else does the plotting he can get around the curse. He is very very wrong) When he confronts Batman about why he didn’t avenge him, why he didn’t kill the joker from taking Jason away from them, batman just says, “We don’t want him dead son.” Jason wont deny the hurt and heartbreak at hearing his father say that to his face, hearing that even his Maman doesn’t want vengeance for his death nearly brings him to tears, but before he can snap back at his father Bruce Batman, Bruce chuckles mirthlessly, “Honestly, if anyone even tried to kill him, your mother might kill them instead after all the work we did to put that curse on him.” And with that, the hurt that Jason had been feeling turns into confusion and, dare he think it, hope. “What curse,” Jason says as the joker whimpers in his hold, but the response comes from behind Jason rather than from Batman, “oh just a little something to make sure the joker’s days are filled with as much pain as ours. Of course, he couldn’t possibly comprehend the loss of a child, so his pain is mostly physical.” And oh, Jason knows that voice, has missed it and dreamed of it even in the strongest grip of pit madness. It’s Lark, it’s his Maman. As he goes to turn around the joker renews his struggle for freedom, in the throws of a full blown panic attack. He’s been reduced to his base instincts, it’s fight or flight and the joker has chosen flight. Chaos ensues. Somehow the joker manages to activate the explosives Jason had placed earlier, only the timer is  much shorter than it should be. Bruce and Marinette grab their son and make for the exit. Bruce attempted to grab the joker as well, but at the last moment joker broke his grip and fell back into the building. Before anyone could even think of going back or trying to use a grapple line to lasso him out, the bomb went off and thus ended the joker. 
Bruce and Marinette take Jason home. Marinette makes them all sit down and talk about what happened and addresses the things he’d been told by Talia. Jason had NOT been replaced and Bruce and Marinette had MOST CERTAINLY and THOROUGHLY exacted their revenge on the joker for his death. They didn’t care about what he’d done while with the league (well, Bruce wasn’t happy about it, but Marinette gave him a look that said “if you stick your foot in your mouth I will stick my foot up your ass” and let the past be in the past. Jason had been avenged after all, without killing, and, frankly, he was extremely impressed with his parents’ methods, so he could agree to abide by Batman’s “no killing” rule. It seemed there were  ways to keep a maniac like the joker under control after all.
Things aren’t just a-okay, back to normal after. There’s lots of therapy needed after and the road ahead is pretty rough, but it’s a much better start than it could’ve been. 
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OOOO @newyearknwwme tagged me in this cute little tag game 🥺🥺🥺❤️ it was so much fun ❤️❤️❤️ THANK YOU
(ALSO guys im so sorry for the lack of emojis i drafted this in word kjsadfljashdf)
why did you choose your url?
hahahhaha ive been in the habit of saving funny urls ever since tfatw came out jsdhflkjshdf and the “she lived she served cunt then she died” meme was making the rounds and i wanted a url based of that and surprisingly it wasn’t taken !!!! also i’m addicted to changing my url i need help-
any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them
yeah ahahahahahah i have a cdrama/fandom blog @imaprettyboy and then i have a joji blog where i make gifs shkflahsdkjfhskdj lol i am not gonna promo it JKHDLKJH but omg im fighting with the blog at the moment bc my gifs are not showing up in the joji tag :((( it’s a calculated move against me i know it
how long have you been on tumblr?
since the start of 2015 maybe ???? i had another account but deleted it and started fresh on here at the end of 2016. LMAO it started as a twd and yuri on ice blog khjhfdlsh my blog archive is so funny sometimes i look at it and laugh
do you have a queue tag?
hhahaha noooo. LMAOOOOOO vee’s answer is pretty much the same as me sldfhlakjhd i only recently figured out how the even do it and i think i prefer to reblog a million things at once ,,,, however i have been known to schedule things every now and then kasdfhlkjhd
why did you start your blog in the first place?
i started this once bc i think i took a break from tumblr for like a week after i deleted my old one but i missed it AJHDKJAHSjfhkdjhlk
why did you choose your icon/pfp?
omg zuko limp wrist angry gay icon !!! i’ve had this icon for uhhhhh maybe like 2 weeks now ?? originally i think i found the screenshot in someone’s twitter replies but the other day i giffed and coloured the little scene and took a screenshot from that and now this one is a bit more RED !! but yeah leo @thisisagaysonlyevent sums it up when he described zuko as my main girl and yeah <3
why did you choose your header?
omg zuko limp wrist angry gay icon !!! but yeah !! it used to just be that screenshot but i giffed it the other day <3333 i love it so much sometimes i just stare at my blog and watch him move hahaha
what’s your post with the most notes?
oh hahahahah i think its an umbrella academy one about klaus being gay and not being able to drive LMFAO. i kind of hate the post KJHDLJHFJHDskjdh it was a notes grab i will admit
how many people do you follow?
as of 11/6/2021 i follow 389 people kjshdflkjshdfkjhd i used to follow like 1000+ ,,,,,, but i was always missing my beloved mutuals’ posts so i cut it down sjdhflh the only downside is that the dash gets really really dead certain times of the day 
have you ever made a shitpost?
lmao i think it is my brand
how often do you use tumblr?
stop OMG skjhflkjhadskjfh this is so embarrassing ,,,, like a lot. its my main social media hahahah. i used to use instagram and tumblr equally but not so much anymore ,,,,
did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? who won?
LMAO vee’s answer to this made me laugh so hard bc SAME. i have never fought with people online for real but ive had dreams about it to HAAHHAHAHAH i’m crazy
how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this post’?
hmmmm it depends – i don’t like the condescending or guilt tripping ones
do you like tag games?
yes i do and i appreciate every single tag ive had but im a terrible person and procrastinate them. ive got a lot in my drafts from like months ago which i will get around to one day im sorry <3
which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? 
lmao this year ive learnt that SO MANY of my mutuals are famous kjshdflhsdf its actually so crazy i didn’t know people could have that many followers on tumblr KJKDLJSHFKJHF. also ahhaha vee said that she think im famous which sajkfhdljhdf i will say this year i’ve like doubled the amount of followers i had this time last year but servingcunt is still pretty niche underground if you know you know grungecore pickle rick kafkaesque et cetera et cetera
do you have a crush on a mutual? 
im for real in love with all my mutuals <3 ily
last song i listened to
okay technically it’s the song vee put bc i clicked the link and it opened on my spotify web browser and started playing jkhsfljdhfk but the one before that is the new doja cat song – need to know !!! 
my phone bg and lockscreen
LMAO ill put some screenshots LKJHFKJHD the lock screen and home screen really don’t go together ,,,, gemini moment
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tagging
lmao only do this if you guys want to <333
@sluthonorific @highwarlockkareena @beefleef​ (even tho vee tagged you alreadyyy sjkfhjhs) @nicholasbraungf​ @thisisagaysonlyevent​ @roombagreyjoy​ @sharkentine​ @doctorfeathers​ @softpluto​ @bucxkybarnes​ @katsstratford​
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