#trying to decide how to write smth

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[journey-to-the-attic]

there's a moment in lesson 45 of nightbringer where mc falls off a thing (again?? is this foreshadowing?? i'm going to rule-of-three this and wait to see if it happens again) and satan tries and fails to grab their hand to catch them, but now i'm imagining the same thing happening with satan and ik except he does succeed, but it's her right hand and the prosthetic just POP comes straight off

[mercless]

🗡 mad cowboy disease....

[lesbianlenas]

the way that some ppl thrive off of drama and conflict is wild to me…..like i cannot imagine. some ppl live their lives trying to get other ppl to argue w them and it’s like why are u doing that…..and then they’re like why does everyone dislike me 🥺 and ppl like that never look inward either they’re like it must be other ppl that are the problem as if there is not one common factor in every conflict they have had. truly i just don’t get it. like try being personable for five mins and maybe u will have some joy in life. on god.

[quibble-auk]

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

Dropmix Trials stuff again. Part three of whatever is going on (I have no idea. Once again I thought I knew what I was doing again and I lied to myself.)

I feel like I’m just making things so much worse. There has to be an easier way to solve things. I’m struggling.

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Cue Jeopardy entering like

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Disclaimer: I actually only know the basics of first aid and have no idea how medical stuff works….

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Jeopardy hadn’t thought much about it when he had turned the music back on. The systems weren’t new or anything, there were bound to be a few errors every once and awhile. He could probably get Nova to look at the systems later. The music had cut out for a few seconds. Jeopardy calmly placed down his tools and walked to the terminal on the wall, fiddling with one of the settings to turn the music back on.

Just as quickly as it had shut off it was back on. The pleasant lulling sounds he had grown so familiar with resumed. It filled the otherwise sterile medical space and made it feel more welcoming than it looked. It has always been a welcome addition to the mundane life of a medical mech.

What was weird was that it was paused. It wasn’t buffering. It wasn’t having technical difficulties. Someone had paused it. Intentionally.

Dropmox had never paused the music. He would offer to turn it down, change the genre, or move it to his internal systems.

He never paused it.

::Dropmix? Did you pause the music?::

Jeopardy had sent out the message before he could think twice, returning to the patient's side. They were trying to replace some of the internals that had been damaged in the fight, it was nothing too bad. They probably would have only felt a bit of discomfort from them at this point with how they were healing, but it was always better to be safe with these kinds of things. He and Dropmix were pretty close to being finished as well. Had to reattach a few more lines and cables then close them back up.

The medical mech shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he resumed his work, a bit more aware of Dropmix’s absence. He had stepped out a bit ago to go grab another dose of sedatives for the patient. There had been a small complication and they didn’t want them to wake up. Nothing too bad, the small surgery was just going to be a little longer than they originally planned. Usually they kept extra sedatives nearby, however since they only got restocked they hadn’t had the time to refill the extras.

He hummed lightly to the music as he worked, doing his best to ignore the lack of the large presence that usually accompanied him. When Jeopardy had first arrived here he had found it almost unsettling how much Dropmix loomed, though he had grown accustomed to it. No one else ever seemed to notice how he stalked and watched; but no one else ever hung out with the dark medic anyway. It took time but Jeopardy has realized that there was something a bit protective in the way Dropmix watched over him.

It almost reminded Jeopardy of the guardians he had grown familiar with in his short time working in the Iacon medical facility before the uprising had occurred. After the arenas fell more and more guardians and other work based mechs similar to then started defecting to the Decepticons. Jeopardy had never been mad at them for it. All their life they had been treated like scrap and Megatron was a leader like them, someone who had gone through the same kind of mistreatment as them and sworn to make it better.

Dropmix should have been back by now, the storage closet wasn’t too far and the sedatives were always easy to find.

He also should have responded.

Unease clung to the white medic, he looked up at the door. The walls were soundproofed in here to let medics remain focused. If there had been a struggle he wouldn’t have heard it. Would he be any help in that situation? Probably not. But he could feel paranoia starting to sink its icy claws into him as he stared at the door. The music felt more ominous than it did comforting at the moment.

Had Dropmix shut off the music to try and signal him about something? Was his communicator not working? Was the closest thing to a meteor he had in danger?

::Dropmix?::

Jeopardy watched the door, expecting for it to open and for the large medic to lumber in muttering about how he had tripped or something. That was another thing, Jeopardy was by no means a large medical frame, but Dropmix was the biggest he had ever seen. How he was able to operate on the smaller patients like Nova or Saberfire had always blown him away.

The silence continued and Jeopardy’s grip on the medical tools tightened. His brow furrowed as he stared at the door. He swallowed awkwardly, his sparkrate picking up slightly. He shouldn’t panic, this was a ridiculous thing to panic about anyway. Dropmix could take care of himself. Jeopardy was overreacting and overthinking things just like how Dropmix always claimed he was.

::Dropmix is everything alright?::

He was just letting his anxiety get the better of him. That was all. Just like it always did. It would Drive Dropmix up a wall, he would sigh, exasperated, trying to explain that Jeopardy was getting caught up in the little things. He was young and mistakes were bound to happen, not everyone would want to be helped, patients still had their own agency when it came to accepting treatment. Jeopardy couldn’t have known any better, he couldn’t blame himself for someone refusing to take care of themself.

That had been after the incident with Nova. It felt like ages ago when it had happened but it still haunted him. It had been after Jeopardy was on the outlook for a few months, he was still trying to get close to the rest of the bots on base at the time and… it had scared him to almost lose one of them like that. It was also the first time that he was able to see some of Dropmix’s softer side—his genuine one, not the mask he put on for patients. Jeopardy forced himself to let out the breath he was holding.

::Dropmix?!::

Jeopardy couldn’t hear the music over the sound of rushing energon and his spark beating rapidly. He was overthinking this again. He knew better. He knew better than to snoop and push boundaries. That only got him in more trouble. It got him demoted and rejected. Why no medical officer wanted him as an assistant, no one wanted him around. Jeopardy poked at things that weren’t meant to be poked at, he shared his opinions when no one wanted to hear them or agreed. He hadn’t messed up yet, he had been so careful to not push.

Would Dropmix turn him away too if he pressed? Or would his refusal to respond and act only cause more harm for the large medic that he had become attached to. His patient needed tending to, he could still help them. He should help them. It's not like he was incapable of doing so. He didn’t need Dropmix’s supervision, he wasn’t some nurse or lowly assistant. Dropmix had made that clear before, time and time again.

::DROPMIX?::

Jeopardy placed his tools down. Even if he was concerned for his mentor, his patient would be needing those sedatives soon. They only had about 30 minutes left of promised unconsciousness, from there it would be a gamble. They could wake at any time to find Jeopardy still messing around with their insides… that was the kind of medical trauma that would mess up a bot. It would ruin their trust in all medics.

He couldn’t afford to be the reason that happened to someone.

So, Jeopardy wasn’t going to poke at things that should be left alone—he rationalized—no, he was going to get supplies for his patient. That was all. If he happened to stumble across something he shouldn’t he could ignore it. Turn a blind eye or just say that he was getting supplies and had no idea what they were talking about.

::I’m going to get the sedatives::

He had sent the comm out before he had a chance to think about it too much, before he would work himself up to the point where nothing sounded right. Was it a warning? Another attempt to reach out? A reminder to Dropmix about why he had left in the first place? He didn’t know. It honestly felt like more of a confirmation for himself. He was going to do that. Anything else he stumbled into was just coincidence.

The medic set his tools down on the sterile tray carefully. His hands hurt from how tightly he had been gripping them. Jeopardy forced a few more even breaths from his mouth. He walked towards the door, praying that suddenly Dropmix’s silence would be broken and jeopardy would laugh off all of the suffocating concern that had settled on him.

To his despair, the communicator remained unbothered by the time he had reached the door. He paused, staring at the blank metal surface like it had all the answers to the universe. Jeopardy was just getting sedatives. He didn’t doubt Dropmix's ability to do so. This wasn’t an attempt to push. He was just doing what he needed to ensure his patients' wellbeing.

That was his entire purpose.

The reason Jeopardy existed.

He was just trying to help.

With another deep, grounding breath he pressed against the door, unlocking it with medical codes. It took a brief moment for him to type in the final digit. Some part of him hoped that Dropmix would finally respond or open the door himself. He didn’t. Jeopardy finished the code and the door slid open.

He could smell energon and hot metal.

Jeopardy sucked in a breath, eyes widening at what he could see of the main medical bay. The operation room was tucked around the hallway so he didn’t have the entire view of the other room. But Dropmix’s desk had been placed so he would be able to watch over all of the medical bay at once, or at least get as close as he could.

Dropmix was pressed against the wall, breathing deeply but frantically. He had curled up and was cradling his head in his hands. There was energon on them, the bright liquid radiant on his dark armor. His face was out of sight, his posture pained.

The green mech that Jeopardy had grown fond of was hunched over a still form. Liquid falling down his cheeks. He was crying… like an organic might have—he was an organic. Cometeater was breathing raggedly, panicked and he crouched over the limp form of his brother on the ground.

The energon must have belonged to Sunstreaker, the motionless form on the ground. A halo of it gathering around his head on the ground in some grotesque display. Jeopardy’s scanners informed him that the gladiator was still alive—which was a relief. But his condition was less than promising.

The white medic stood in the doorway dumbly for a moment longer.

Then he began moving. Jeopardy rushed into the room, sedatives forgotten as his processor scanned for damage. No one else was hurt. The other patients were alright. Sunstreaker needed to be aided first. Comet looked unharmed. Dropmix hadn’t reacted when he had approached. The black medic would be able to handle his own injuries. Jeopardy fell to his knees beside Sunstreaker.

Cometeater hissed, posture growing volatile as he reared on Jeopardy. The medic hadn’t had time to react before fangs had sunk into his arm, tearing through the thick armor—like it was nothing. He yelped, pulling back sharply, pain spiking through him. Cometeater growled, plating flaring up in an angry display. He loosened his grip on his arm for just long enough to allow him to readjust and bite back down even harder.

Jeopardy let out a pained cry, falling backwards and trying to pull away desperately. He had done it again. He had messed up. Pushed too far. This was the consequences for it. But Sunstreaker needed him. The gladiator had already lost enough energon when they had found him. Comet wasn’t stopping the bleeding. Head wounds bleed a lot. He needed to stop it.

He needed to help.

But Cometeater didn’t seem to want his help.

The white medic looked over at Dropmix. He hadn’t started moving but he had looked up. He stared numbly at Jeopardy, his eyes distant. His visor wasn’t there either, it had been shattered, a long claw mark etched into his face. There was nothing but an empty socket under where the small screen had once been. Dropmix wasn’t helping, he wasn’t responding, he wasn’t there.

Claws raked at the smaller medic’s armor, peeling paint and leaving gashes in the once pristine surfaces. Jeopardy winced his mind screaming at him to get away and help at the same time. He wouldn’t win in a fight, but Sunstreaker needed him. He needed to keep himself together. Be professional. Don't get attached. Don't take it personally. Just act.

“Com–Cometeater, I need to help Sunstreaker,” He began, struggling to get his words out between shaky gasps of air and his frantic spiraling mind, “I’m not going to hurt him! I just need to stop the bleeding.”

The green figure growled even deeper, eyes narrowed into slits as he dug his fangs even deeper into Jeopardy’s arm. He started to twist his head, starting to pry off the plating with an effortless amount of practice. Cometeater’s claws moved from his shoulders to his chest, pressing against the transformation seams, trying to pry more plates off.

Jeopardy’s hand pressed against the other’s chest desperately. He didn’t know when he had ended up with his back on the floor with the other above him. Everything was still happening too fast, his mind was still focused on the steadily bleeding wound on Sunstreakers head. His plating on his arm finally gave way, snapping off and Jeopardy cried out in pain.

“Stop! Please I–” Jeopardy tried to reason again, cutting off in another cry—it might have been closer to a scream—as Comet’s fangs redirected themself at his chest. His green head cocked at an angle to allow his jaw to grip at one of the panels that his claws had uprooted slightly. He ripped off the plating swiftly, jaw going for another one.

Primus, Comet was trying to kill him!

He almost laughed bitterly at himself as he desperately tried to push the other’s face away only to have a clawed hand pin the arm to the floor.

No, Cometeater was going to kill him.

Jeopardy had failed again. He had made a critical error and now it would not only cost him his own life, but the life of Sunstreakers—probably the patient that still lay waiting on the operating table. He let out a choked cry, trying to press the other off of him desperately as his own energon spilled onto the ground.

“Please! Please–” Jeopardy’s voice cracked painfully. It had become so hard to breathe. He wasn’t built for this. He wasn’t trained to fight back. He didn’t know what he was doing. Comet didn’t care. He wasn’t stopping, tearing into Jeopardy’s chest one plate at a time. His eyes shut as more pain rippled through him.

Jeopardy screamed.

Cometeater wasn’t on him anymore.

He gasped for air, shaking, plating pressed against himself tightly as he trembled. He tried to ground himself, the feeling of energon pooling on his chest felt heavier and heavier. Cometeater wasn’t on top of him anymore, he wasn’t going to die. Jeopardy was still alive, still breathing. The feeling of being moved is what brought him back into the present, to the stinging pain in his arm, his burning chest.

Dropmix was hovering over him, teeth bared in a snarl and an animalistic growl rumbling from deep beneath his plating. He had pulled Jeopardy close to him protectively, possessively. His large arms wrapped around him, tucking him safely away from harm. Dropmix smelled like fresh welds, energon and hot metal scent almost suffocating. He was tense, pain rippling through him in tremors. His expression was focused but it wasn’t angry or animalistic like Comet’s, it was fearful.

The realization hit Jeopardy like a tidal wave.

Dropmix was scared.

Jeopardy didn’t move for a second, staring up at the other medic. He had never seen him scared before. It felt wrong. That was something that Dropmix wasn’t allowed to feel because he was bigger, stronger, more experienced than jeopardy would ever be. If he was afraid, what hope was there for Jeopardy?

The white medic looked over at where the other’s attention was, his breath stilling as he looked at the scene before him. Sunstreaker was still on the ground—Jeopardy needed to help him but Dropmix’s hold refused to budge at his attempts to pull away—Comet was being held by the golden gladiator's twin.

Sideswipe was holding Cometeater.

He must have crawled his way over and was now desperately pressing himself against Cometeater in a crushing hug. Jeopardy could see his mouth moving, though he couldn’t make out any of the words. The red twin guided Comet into his lap. The green mech seemed shaken and fragile, energon coating his hands and dripping down his face. He pressed against the larger bot shakily. Sideswipe looked over at them, expression lost and confused.

It reminded Jeopardy of when he first met the two. Comet clinging desperately to the red mech’s side like a lifeline.

The music hummed above just like it always had.

[reddiamond505]

pmd ocs part 2

Vivi the Reuniclus and Lin the Natu

Vivi is a dungeon researcher, and Lin is a Natu who is training his clairvoyant powers. they are also part of ibe and ale's team (name to be written) since vivi advised them to create it even though they can't enter the dungeons for reasons.

+ a little reuniclus sprite edit i tried to do

its minuscule but idk how to scale it up without it looking awfully blurred asfdf

[chaoticlivingperson]

I hate how if you do art ppl will tell you to do something more valuable with your time. Dont get me wrong, they'll tell you your art looks so nice and stuff but then turn around right after like they didnt just say that and spout 'advice' at you. I hate how you have to prove the value in something to make it seem worthwhile. Like no Nisha, i dont do art because im good at it, i do it stay sane. I do it because it makes me happy. I do it because i stopped for a year and it was the most miserable year of my life. I dont care that it doesn't 'have value'. Shut up.

[helgiafterdark]

[rainofthetwilight]

i want to share a specific au of mine but im like. scared

me n my friendo have been ranting together abt for like 2(?) yrs n i was thinking of posting abt it n never did (i wasnt completely involved in the fandom at that time as i am today)

now that i am i wanna post it but im nervous

might tweak it a little not sure

(more of the rant in the tags, important ig)

[melverie]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! (sorry if you already got this!)

Sorry it took a bit to answer anon. College and work have been killing me these past few days^^;

01 - I speak five languages (German, French, English, Japanese and Korean) at varying levels of proficiency. I actually had my Korean final yesterday and I'd say it went pretty well 👀 Also I learned Italian for a while, though I only remember some basic phrases, how to say one idiom & how to flirt

02 - Ever since the Sins of Flesh update I've been SO obsessed with Cult of the Lamb again. These past few days the game icon just kept staring into my soul while I was trying my best to stay strong and focus on studying Speaking of being obsessed over games, once the new Professor Layton game releases I'm going to be SO annoying. Those games were my childhood :)

03 - When planning out a story, I have the habit of writing the plot details out on flashcards and putting them up on my walls. I get embarrassed over it whenever someone other than a select group of friends come over though, so when someone else visits I usually end up taking them down only to hang them back up once that person is gone lol

Bonus fact!

This one is probably going to MASSIVELY wrap everyone's view of me, but I feel like half of the more creative school work I submitted ended up being fandom related:

In eighth grade, we were supposed to write a two page long story about a murder case, and I just made it a Professor Layton x Phoenix Wright crossover. I even took one of the cases from Phoenix Wright as the base for my story, and I only barely changed the names, so you could EASILY tell that it was fanfiction

I got my English teacher to watch Assassination Classroom because we had to give a 3 minute presentation on something we liked. That's the same teacher that made one of his tests entirely about Batman btw, he was great <3 I also got my math teacher to watch the anime AND read the manga because I asked him about one math problems from it that I just didn't get. He wrote down the solution and literally programmed a little something to help me better understand how to get there. Another great teacher <3

Had to write a three-word story (you're given three words as prompts and have to built a short story around them), except one of the words was "chinchilla". I ended up writing about a "killer chinchilla" which is just the nickname my sister gave Minccino

I once ended up the state winner in a nation-wide art competition with a Pokémon ORAS-themed watercolor drawing I did (that piece was graded, so I'm counting it toward school work)

We were tasked with drawing a picture inspired by a song. I took My Hero Academia's first ED and made the drawing itself about My Hero Academia as well. Burnt through way too many pencils for this one. They hung it right next to the teachers' room, idk if it's still there tho

That same year we were also tasked with "building a creative trash can", and so I decided to make a little Korok that collects paper waste in a little bag. I also learned how to sew in order to make the bag, so that's cool (pic below!)

I somehow convinced my teacher to let me write my seminar paper on My Hero Academia

In elementary school, my friend group came up with a play set in Animal Crossing, and I ended up writing the entire thing (as in literally writing it so that you could act it out in Animal Crossing itself). That wasn't school work by any means, but regardless, I still very much did print it out just so I could give it to my homeroom teacher, so there's that

Also not school work, but once again in seventh grade I wrote an Animal Crossing New Leaf fanficiton (???) where you could vote what would happen next on the end of every chapter. A good portion of my class read it and I also made my PE teacher read the first chapter

That's by far not all of it but those were the first few things that popped into mind. Anyway, here's the pic of my little Korok paper waste collector!

[meat-pvppet]

im gonna fucking explode dude how do you write compelling monster species bullshit

[l-sincline]

Girlish Whimsy - Chapter 1

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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game

Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she's up for any challenge.

Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who's equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.

“I won’t have you squander these very important years anymore– if you want this spot, you will earn it.”

“But–”

“It’s non negotiable.”

There is silence. The girl bites her lip and looks downcast to the floor. A part of her wants to tip her head up to the ceiling to combat the forming tears. By her sides her hands form fists, nails digging into her palms. Her father’s gaze softens.

“I know you’re bright enough for this, Asuka, but you need to show me more than I know. I need to see the side of you that's ready to lead this company. I need you to show me everything you have to the one thousandth percent. The time is now.” 

“You’re gonna form wrinkles real early if you keep furrowing your brow like that.” Mayu leans on her desk, face propped up by hand. 

Asuka scowls deeper, but then sighs and leans back– doing her best to relax her face. She massages the bridge of her nose and then looks over to Mayu.

Mayu and Asuka have been close friends for a while– even if they didn’t attend the same schools. Their families had introduced them some time ago, and they’d been stuck like glue ever since. While Asuka attended a local public school, Mayu had been following the lineage of Ouran private schools the entire time she’d, well, been in school. Asuka supposed her friend’s parents had finally talked up the place enough to convince her own father to have her come here. Just as she’d been ready to start her second year in her own high school, she’d been whisked away. 

At the very least she had Mayu here. She would’ve been even more frustrated if she’d shown up at Ouran Private Academy with no friends in her second year. Not that she’d ever been much of a social butterfly in the first place– but that surely was social suicide. 

“Don’t you think it’s nice here?” Mayu pressed.

“Money has to go somewhere, doesn’t it?” Asuka responded, glancing around the class room again.

Maybe on first look it was simple– but during class she’d noticed that the painting hung on the back wall was worth thousands of dollars. 

“Is it not similar to the public school at all? Not even the classroom?”

“God no.” She huffed, “This place is huge– and so intricate. Imagine someone slapped a whole bunch of drywall together into a box and painted it cream, that's what every room in that school looked like.” 

Mayu ‘ooh’s for a moment, “Then aren’t you much happier here? It must’ve felt like a prison there.”

A prison? Maybe. In all reality Asuka felt like her time at public school had accomplished what her mother had intended- it humbled her. Asuka loved Mayu, but she was just as oblivious rich kid-y as anyone else here. Thinking Ouran Private Academy was the norm for schools was certainly some way of thinking. Maybe if she’d started here earlier it would’ve been easier- maybe in her first year instead of her second. Sure, she didn’t miss her old school building, but she did miss the friends and memories she’d made. 

“Just sucks to leave everyone behind.” She finally mutters.

Mayu sits up and tilts her head inquisitively. 

“You know, you could’ve avoided all this if you just agreed to hand over the heir position to your younger brother.”

Ah yes, her younger brother. A whopping eleven years younger than her, Hiro had been blessed with being born a boy, and his name was immediately brought into the equation of ‘who would be the heir to the Kaneko Jewels Corporation’. No matter how much older she was, no matter how better suited for the position, Asuka would now spend the rest of her life fighting her younger brother for what was rightfully hers.

“No way.” She scoffs. 

Mayu smiles softly.

“Then I guess you better find new friends here.” 

“I guess.” Asuka sighs and leans forward on her desk, tapping a finger on her note book. 

Mayu watches her quietly. The room is still filled with other students, talking and laughing and god knows what else. They all simply seemed happy to see eachother again after the long break. They’re mingling, waiting for their drivers, and heading out to their clubs, of course. 

“Ah ha!” Mayu exclaims suddenly, regaining Asuka’s attention. “I know what we can do today! I’ve always wanted to go with someone…” 

“What?” 

“The Host Club! I’ve heard so much about it from the other girls but I’ve never been and I-”

Mayu’s voice fades away as she continues rambling on about her idea. Host… Club…? What in the world… Asuka was at a loss for words. She furrowed her brows again as she stared incredulously at Mayu, who was still rambling.

“Mayu” She cut her off.

“Yes?”

“A Host Club?” 

“Yes! Come on, I don’t want to go alone.” 

“Surely you have other girl friends here that would be willing to go with you.” 

“It’s not the same when you go with people that are used to it– you end up feeling out of place.” Mayu smiles cheerily. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass.” Asuka lets out a breathy laugh. Seriously, a Host Club? She supposed she could understand the appeal of it for other girls, just not for her. And certainly not in this unflattering yellow dress. 

“Please!” Mayu suddenly reaches over and grabs her wrist, “You won’t even have to do anything. You can just sit there for my moral support. I’ll tell them you’re not interested myself.” 

Curses, puppy dog eyes. Asuka looks away, but can’t help but be dragged back to Mayu’s face. She bites her bottom lip, groans, and then sighs.

“Okay. Fine. Let me go.”

Mayu beams and drops her wrist as Asuka sits back in her chair. 

“The second anything weird happens I’m out– and I won’t care if you follow me.”

[dropthedemiurge]

Waking up at 4am just to write down a draft for Be My Favorite fic with ace!Kawi

I am absolutely normal, thanks for asking

[hooniehon]

( ✶ ) OLDER STEPBRO!JAKE ⎯⎯ 🐶

( ⟢ ) pairings. jake x fem!reader 18+

⎯⎯ warnings. stepcest corruption virginity loss (f) praise oral f. rec kinda possessive jake reader calls jake ‘yunie’ unprotected sex lmk if i missed smth!

WORD COUNT ˳ 1.3k

( 🗒️ ) note. don’t like it don’t read it.

+ i’ve been feeling kind of insecure of my writing these days so this might not be the best.. pls forgive me 😭

older stepbro jake who can’t help but always gush from how cute and innocent you are. he always asks himself how one could be as innocent and pure as you.

and of course he has nasty dirty thoughts about you. he’s always in his room jerking off to the thought of pounding your tight pussy and fucking fleshlights similar to your body shape ⎯ he can’t stop thinking about being in your pussy it’s becoming a problem, shit he knows it’s probably so tight and wet. it has to be. he keeps thinking of drilling his big cock in you and hearing you scream from pain, from how big his cock is stretching your tiny pussy, keeps thinking about stuffing his cum into to you just lick it all out of you again.

both of your parents were gone today, he was so fucking horny he couldn’t hold back so he thought it was the perfect time to finally have you. be in you. ⎯

he makes his way to your room, opening the door without even knocking and sees you lying down on your stomach in just your polka dot panties and a oversized shirt that was clearly his while you scroll through your phone. you felt comfortable enough to be in just your panties around him even jake told you it’s normal.

his eyes go directly to your ass, he licks his lips from the delicious sight in front of him and makes his way on your bed.

you feel the bed slightly dipping and immediately turn your head back to see who’s on your bed.

“oh! yunie what are you doing here?” you ask with furrowed brows, slightly confused why he just randomly came in your room without saying anything.

you really loved your stepbrother you thought he was the nicest person on earth he always supports you and makes you feel like he’s the only real person you have in your life besides your parents. although he is possessive sometimes you really don’t mind it. you think he’s just really protecting you from all the bad things and people in life. that’s why you don’t really have any friends besides jake, you feel like he’s the only one who really understands you.

“i came here cause i wanted to try something new with you angel face.” he says with a mischievous smile as his fingers make their way on your cheek to caress them. you were obviously confused and curious about what he wanted to try so you asked what this new thing was about and that made you be in this position.

you were laid down on your back and jake came on top of you, he then went between your thighs and pulled your panties down. “j-jake what are you doing?..” you asked nervously, you’re pretty sure step siblings are not supposed to be doing stuff like this so you obviously felt kind of weird about it. but all those feelings quickly washed away when you felt his soft lips on the inside of your thighs as you let a quiet whimper.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good baby don’t worry.” he mumbles between pecks. his lips feel so good on your sensitive skin, your pussy clenches in an instant while your legs almost close around his head but jake quickly spreads them again.

“are you nervous?” he asks in a playful tone as his face makes way to your pussy. he can’t believe he’s finally between your thighs. you look so fucking good for him like this. but before you could even answer his question, he already decided to dive in. ⎯ “ye- mpfff yunie!” you moan his name out so loud, your hands cover your mouth immediately.

jake is finally tasting you and fuck- you’re delicious, just as he always dreamed of. ⎯ his hands grip your spread open legs to just dive in deeper and deeper. he wants to taste all of you on his tongue and the deeper his tongue reaches you the more you feel like you’re on cloud nine. your hands that were currently on top of your mouth directly going to his hair, gripping it tightly

“mhmmmm” he moans in your pussy from the pleasuring pain. the vibrations going up to your clit making you grind your hips on his face. “fuck- yes grind your pussy on my face like that.” he mumbles against your cunt.

as you grind your pussy on his face you feel like you’re getting closer to your release but all of a sudden jake pulls away with a smile on his face from the disappointed huff you let out. ⎯ “want you to cum on my cock” he says as his fingers make way to your chin and he closes the distance between your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. ⎯ his hands go from your chin to your leaking pussy as he gently rubs your clit to try to let you relax making you squeal in his mouth.

jake has given you many pecks on your cheeks and forehead but this is really the first time he kissed you on the lips, you feel your cheeks getting hotter and hotter each time he deepens the kiss. he then ends the kiss with a sweet little peck on your lips and gets up to get rid of his sweatpants.

“uh.. y-yunie i’ve never done this before, and i’m not sure if we should be doing this..” you say nervously, if you guys really do it together that means you will lose your virginity to your stepbrother right?

“well no one else but me deserves to be in you baby it’s okay.” he reassures you again as he also takes off his underwear and reveals his thick cock to you. he’s already rock hard from eating you out precum leaking from his nearly red tip ⎯ you nearly flinch from seeing his cock. it’s so- so big? it’ll definitely hurt since it’s your first time doing this.

“fuck i know you’re gonna feel so good.” that was jake’s last word as he lines his cock up to your entrance and thrusts into you in one swift. ⎯ you really lived up to his expectations again, you’re so tight and wet his mouth waters from your walls snuggling so tightly against his cock he couldn’t help but let out a loud groan.

“a-agh yunie..” you hiccup, eyes teary from the insane stretch. ⎯ as he thrusts more in to you the painfully feeling slowly switches to pleasure making you into a moaning mess.

“my baby stepsister is enjoying herself huh? ⎯ i’m in love with the sounds you make for me fuck.” jake moans at the last part as he thrusts harder into ”mhmm- yes!” you moan as you keep nodding. jake laughs at you he surely thinks he really fucked you dumb at this point.

“t-tell me no one else but me deserves to be in your pussy like this.” he demands as his hand makes way to your throat to choke you but not to tight. ⎯ “ngh- n-no one but you deserves to be i-in my pussy like this.”

hearing you say that made him lose his mind as he lets go of his hand on your neck to grip your hips so he could thrust into you deeper and deeper.

“yunie i think i’m going to- aghhhh” you finally release, you’re fingernails digging in to his arms creating crescent shapes on him. ⎯ you’re clenching on him so hard he feels like he’s about to cum too. he quickly pulls out of you and jerks off his cock above your stomach as the white ropes of cum splatter on your stomach.

“fuuckkkk that was amazing __ i love you” jake huffs still coming down from his release as he instantly kisses you.

this ending was so whack (when are they not..) NTM ON ME GUYS IM SERIOUSLY OUT OF IDEAS BUT IVE BEEN WANTING TO FINISH THIS FIC.. btw the beginning doesn’t really add up to the end but anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this fic.. ☺️

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o flashing them mid-argument to shut them up

Request: hey!!

first of all it is incredibly nice of you to not post any suggestive/smutty things during ramadan!! I still have a silly request in that direction and I know you won't do it until after this month but I fear I might forget it if I don't request now😭😭

how do you think would the svt members react if you (their gf) randomly flash them during an argument?? for e.g lets say they don't let you talk or smth and yoi just pull up your shirt to make them shut up😭

thank you so much and have a nice day!!💓

A/N: You are so sweet for what reason? 🥺 Here you go, I hope you like it !!!

A/N #2: I lost myself while writing Mingyu and Minghao's parts lmao, I hope you don't mind this reaction being long.

Content warning: MDNI! Established relationship. manhandling, kissing, teasing, body worship, missionary, flustered to focused, praise, overstimulation if you keep teasing him/let him, pussy eating, slow burn to deep heat, dirty talk, couch, kitchen counter and bed scenes , low-key subby energy in seungkwan for some reason, messy kisses, they're down bad for you, clothing kink, mirror play, possessiveness, oral ( bot m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex (don't be stupid), mild degradation, rough makeout, sadism, bondage, edging. lmk if I missed anything !

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol: You’re arguing—well, he’s arguing, raising his voice and not letting you get a word in. And then you suddenly lift your shirt. Now, thanks to you, all you can hear rn is, dead silence. His mouth stays open mid-sentence. “...What?” His anger deflates instantly and now he’s just blinking at you, jaw flexing as he tries not to smirk. “…You trying to distract me, baby?” Steps forward, corners you against a wall, smirking low. “It worked. Let’s talk after.” Seungcheol leans in, his face inches from yours as he traps you against the wall with his arms caging you in. His smirk turns into a playful grin as he presses his forehead against yours. "You know what? Forget the argument. You win." Hands slide down the wall to grip your hips, pulling you closer as he leans in, presses a soft kiss to your neck, biting gently before pulling back with a laugh.

Jeonghan: You’re mid-bickering over something really stupidly dumb when you’ve had enough of his smug comebacks. So you flash him without any warning. Jeonghan laughs like it’s the best thing he’s seen all week [probably (?)] “Oh? That’s your strategy now?” he says and walks over slowly, dragging a finger across your exposed skin. “Keep doing that and you’ll never win another argument again. I’ll make sure of it.” I KNOW IT'S SO HOT OF HIM Jeonghan leans in closer, his breath tickling your skin as he traces patterns on your stomach. Kisses trail lower as he hooks his fingers in your waistband, slowly tugging down the fabric to reveal more skin. "You know what happens now, right?" He looks up at you with a mischievous grin, "You lose the argument, remember?" He drops to his knees in front of you, kissing a trail from your stomach downwards as his hands grip your thighs firmly. "You used your body to shut me up... now I'm going to use my mouth to make you shut up." His tongue flickers out, teasing along your inner thigh.

Joshua: You try to explain your point but he’s lowkey ignoring you. One flash and— his eyes go wide. “Babe??” That fucking hottie, turns red. Literally flustered like he just saw his first boob. “I—are we seriously doing this right now?” He starts giggling laughing nervously, covers his face, then just sighs. “Okay… okay you win. Come here.” Clearly aroused, decides to take control in the most primal way. He steps closer, his hands wrapping around your waist as he lifts you effortlessly off the ground. “Starting fights and flashing me like that?” his voice husky as he murmurs, “you better be ready for what comes next.” He tosses you on the bed gently and follows after, pinning you beneath him with a hungry look. Slowly, he leans down, kissing along your collarbone. His hands slide under your shirt again, but this time with reverence. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, “and all mine.” And that night, he shows you exactly what happens when you tease a man like Joshua Hong.

Jun: You catch him off guard while he’s getting fired up about you ‘never listening.’ So you flash him. He freezes but his shameless ass stares. “...That’s not fair.” But he’s definitely grinning now. His voice lowers, “you’re gonna have to take responsibility, you know?” Jun doesn’t care about the argument anymore bc all he wants rn is you. His grin turns mischievous, mirroring his suddenly sadistic thoughts. He reaches over to grab something from the bedside drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs and a gag, his eyes gleaming. He quickly cuffs your wrists to the headboard, ensuring you're securely bound. "Let's see how well you argue now, without a voice or the ability to move," He shoves the gag into your mouth, effectively silencing you. He then takes your underwear off and spreads your legs wide, exposing you completely. "From now on, I make the rules. And right now, the rule is - you take whatever I give you, however I give it to you."

Hoshi: He’s pacing, being annoying as fuck, hands flying everywhere, so what you do? You lift your shirt. Yes and he yelps, “EXCUSE ME??” He's fully flustered and shuts the fuck up immediately and just STARES. Still walks over like a confused puppy, muttering under his breath, “Why are you like this…” as his hands fall to his sides uselessly as he pauses right in front of you. Unable to resist any longer, he leans in and crashes his lips onto yours, passionate and demanding. His hands find your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls you against him. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and spins you around, bending you over the nearest surface, and without hesitation, Hoshi lifts your skirt and pulls down your underwear. He starts spanking you hard, the sound of his palm hitting your flesh echoing through the room. Between spanks, he kisses you, "You're just showing off your arousal, even as you ignore me."

Wonwoo: You’re trying to explain something, but he’s giving you that cold, nonchalant stare. So, you shock him with a quick flash. Wonwoo blinks, and then he calmly removes his glasses. “...Okay.” Walks straight toward you. "You want my attention that bad?” Now it’s you who's speechless as he pins you to the couch and whispers, “Next time just ask.” A tell that you just gave him your undivided attention by basically sexually harassing him. He smirks slightly, and without any more back and forth, Wonwoo strips you both bare, his movements swift and decisive. He settles between your legs, his dark brown eyes burning with an intensity you've never seen before. He kisses you fiercely, his hands roaming your body possessively. One hand cupping your breast and teasing your nipple with his thumb. He rolls it between his fingers, making you gasp into his mouth. Simultaneously, his other hand slides down your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. As you arch into his touch, Wonwoo breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck and chest. He takes your other nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. His fingers continue their relentless teasing of your clit, building a steady pressure that makes your hips squirm and cry.

Woozi: He’s on a full rant, not even letting you breathe. You lift your shirt: ERROR 404: LEE JIHOON HAS CRASHED. He fucking stares and then have the audacity to cover his face with both hands. “Are you INSANE?!” He’s mad, but also not mad, but also—mad that he can’t be mad anymore. Eventually just groans, hugs you tight. "You know what your problem is?" Woozi suddenly releases you, pushing his glasses up his nose. His eyes darken slightly, voice dropping an octave. He snaps his fingers suddenly. "You're sadistic. That's why you tease like that." He low-key, harshly, pushes you onto the bed behind you. His pretty hands trace your curves slowly, intentionally building anticipation. "Such pretty eyes... they'll look even better filled with tears." Jihoon leans down, his breath hot on your ear. "Let's see those tears, shall we?"

Dokyeom: You’re getting overwhelmed, so you hit him with a quick flash out of desperation. He gasps like you guys aren't dating already and doesn't see eachother's body minimum twice a day, “WHAT THE—” Fully scandalized, he looks away, then looks back, “babe. You… you distracted me!!” Argument’s over. He grouses, pulling you onto the bed while exclaiming about how ‘unfair’ that move was. Kyeom's hands are rough and impatient as he pulls you onto his lap, his fingers immediately finding their way to your pussy. "I'm going to edge you until you're begging for release," he mutters, "And do you know how I'll do thay? I'm going to make you come so many times that you'll be crying, but I won't let you have a real orgasm. You'll be reduced to a whimpering mess, all because of that damn flash." His fingers move faster, bringing you right to the edge before suddenly stopping. Dokyeom watches your face intently, a mix of amusement and dominance in his eyes. "See how close you are?" he whispers, his fingers hovering just above your clit without touching. "I can keep you right here on the edge all night." He leans down, his lips brushing against your lips.

Mingyu: He’s being annoyingly loud and trying to act like he’s right. You flash him and he, rightfully, chokes. Literally drops the mug he was holding. “HUH?!” Walk up to you like a hungry, horny man on a mission. “You better be ready to finish what you started, because I’m not letting this go.” Before you can even blink, he has you pinned against the counter, your legs boxed in by his. One hand fists the back of your shirt and tugs hard, pulling the fabric higher until you're bared to him again. He growls softly, lips brushing your collarbone. “Distracting me with these perfect tits?” He presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss just above your nipple and you gasp—loud, shaky, already arching into his touch. Your breath catches when he drops to his knees in front of you without a word, both hands now gripping your thighs. He mouths at the soft curve of your inner thigh, teeth dragging just enough to leave a mark. His tongue is teasing, but there’s nothing playful in the way he pushes your panties aside and buries his face between your legs like a man starving [which he is]. He groans into you like he’s the one being touched, hips grinding slightly into the floor as if he’s losing control just from the taste of you. “Turn around,” he says, standing up and tugging at your hips until your front is pressed against the kitchen counter, “now.” He’s already undoing his pants, groaning as he slides them down just enough, his cock hard and flushed and angry red at the tip.

Minghao: You’re in a tense back-and-forth. You flash him; dead serious. He raises one elegant brow. “Oh… so that’s how you handle conflict.” Stares you down until you’re the one blushing. "Interesting strategy," he mutters, stepping closer. “You better mean it.” He’s in front of you now, tall and intimidating, one hand sliding around your waist as the other tugs your shirt all the way off. His fingertips trace your bare skin, mapping out his next move. “You’re already blushing,” he says with a smirk. “What happened to all that attitude from five minutes ago?” You really don’t have any smartass answer 🤷🏻‍♀️ His lips ghost over your shoulder, hand slipping beneath your waistband and then, he leads you to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, pulling you to stand in front of him, chest to your back. He meets your eyes in the reflection. “Look at you. All flushed and trembling from one look, from one little comment.” His hand slides lower, fingers teasing over your wet heat. You bite your lip, struggling to hold still. “Watch what you started,” he whispers, kissing behind your ear. “No looking away.” His fingers move slowly, knowing, driving you insane while he watches your expression change in the mirror. One hand teasing your chest, the other curled against your core. You cry out as he sinks two fingers into you, curling them just right. He pulls his fingers out slowly and licks them clean right behind you—eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Get on the bed. On your knees. I want that mouth next.” You move without a word, body shaking, heat pooling in your stomach. You’re already dizzy from the pace lmao. He lets you worship him first, praises falling from his lips between soft groans, hands gripping your hair with barely restrained control, and when he finally takes you—you feel owned, worshiped and ruined all at once. Hao holds you still, hips rolling into yours as his voice stays steady against your skin. “Next time we argue,” he murmurs, thrusts hitting deeper, “just strip. Saves us both the trouble.”

Seungkwan: “You’re not even listening to what I’m trying to—” Boob flash “AAAAAAAAAA—” Takes a fucking step back, “you did NOT just do that!” He's blushing so hard, flustered beyond help, pacing like an ajumma in crisis, but he caves instantly. “Okay, fine! You win!! Just stop flashing me when I’m trying to make a point!!” He storms toward you like a man on a mission, face red, eyes dark. “You’re evil,” he mutters, yanking your shirt off. “Evil, evil woman—” His mouth is already on you, hot and open, kissing the fuck out of everywhere he can reach. He pushes you down onto the couch nearby, tugging your shorts down halfway before dropping to his knees. “Now you don’t get to argue,” he says, kissing between your thighs. “You just stay quiet and take it.” And oh, you do [He makes sure of it.]

Vernon: “…What?” He deadpan stares at your boobs, then at your face, then back. “Are you serious right now?” Confused. Slightly aroused. Definitely distracted. “I don’t even remember what we were talking about.” [He never will, bc he’s too focused on you now.] He steps closer, hands slowly finding your waist, one thumb brushes the underside of your breast, reverent. “…You’re insane,” he whispers, grinning. He pulls you in a slow, heated kiss. Touches you like you're made of art. Lifts you up onto the counter or couch, whatever’s nearest, pushing your legs open as his mouth moves lower. “You win,” he murmurs against your skin. “Now let me worship you for it.” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh before licking a hot stripe over your center. “God, you taste like a sin,” he groans. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still when you squirm. “You’re not going anywhere, baby. Not until you can’t remember your own name either,” and he keeps his promise :> Tongue deep, lips wrapped around your clit, humming every time you moan his name. When your thighs clamp around his head, he just groans into you like it fuels him.

Dino: You hit him with the flash mid-sentence and I kid you no, je literally shuts down. Eyes go wide. “Did… did you just—?” He walks away for a full 30 seconds before coming back. “That’s illegal. You can’t just do that.” Dino.exe has crashed. You raise an eyebrow, smug. “I just did.” He stares, then grabs your hand and pulls you toward the bedroom. “You better be ready to take responsibility.” Once you’re on the bed, he’s on his knees between your thighs in seconds, lips trailing fire up your skin, and then he devours you. Lips wrapped around your clit, tongue flicking just right. His focus is insane; he’s making a point with every swipe of his tongue. “Next time you flash me like that,” he murmurs against your soaked core, “just know I won’t stop until you’re begging.” p.s: you do beg.