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[zu-is-here]

★ Dark Cream week ★ is timed to coincide with the story's anniversary and Cross x Shattered Dream ship ♡

Choose 1 of the 3 prompts from each of 7 lines (days) ☆ You can use the name and/or the color itself! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

You're free to skip or alternate days (later ones will be reblogged on the corresponding day). Any form of art is welcomed! ♪( ´▽｀)

The week is focused on dark cream ship (Cross and Shattered Dream). Dream and/or cream ship, as well as other characters are acceptable as long as the main pairing is dark cream ˚✧₊⁎

Prompts don't have to be tied to Dark Cream story only: other genders & designs, humanization, crossovers and so on are welcomed as well!╰(*´︶`*)╯

No n/sfw or lemon works here, please (ùwó)

Use the tag #dark cream week and/or tag me so everyone can see your wonderful works! ♡

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

Shattered Dream from shattereddreamsau by galacii / galacii-gallery | Dream by jokublog

If you have any questions, feel free to ask (*´∀｀*) Good luck and have fun! ☆

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it’s that time again! starting January 1st 2025 i will be hosting the badsansuary self-ship event again ^^

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[enha-hype]

random bestfriend!nicho to lovers texts

prompt : that one meme (“wait, did you just flirt with me?” // “have been for the past year but thanks for noticing”). basically nicho is downbad for reader but they're too dense to notice 🤡

a/n : the picture i used for reader is blank/black on purpose. the reader in my works is usually gender neutral unless otherwise stated and i also wanted to be inclusive in terms of body type/race etc so i left it blank.

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pure fluff/crack. no angst this time enjoy (?)

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[ilys00ga]

𝐒𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 4k

➞ synopsis: buying a pretty vase from an antiques shop can't be that bad of an idea, can it?

➞ genre: fantasy, some angst, bitter sweetness is good for our hearts, fluff, hurt/comfort, cursed ghost!yoongi...

➞ A/N: So, this isn't the fic I talked about before, but I still wanted to post something while I take my time to figure out what the hell I wanted the other fic to be. this is purely inspired by a random prompt I found on a random website, and I wanted to give it a try. I hope u like it <3

ps. PLEASEEEE !!!!!!! do not hesitate to send me ur feedback (comments, asks, reblogs... whatever u want) !!!!!! just give me ur opinions. I'd love to hear it all :,)

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The tips of my fingers meticulously traced the lines and patterns that coated the vase between my hands. A gorgeous ceramic vase that came with an even more gorgeous lid I had come upon at the small antiques store a few hours earlier, which—in my honest, humble opinion—was poorly and deficiently frequented given the amount of goodness it vends.

It was one that I’ve passed by many times on my way to work before, located in an old street busy with other art stores. Each time I’d stopped at it, fascinated by the items I could see through colorless glass, I’d get that strange desire to enter and discover what it had to offer me, but it wasn’t strong enough to pull me inside.

Broken or not, there’s magic hidden in those old items. Stories and emotions traveling from the past all the way to my heart.

Until one day, I decided to surrender to those powerful items and made my way through the front door. It was indeed a dusty magic shop.

I put the vase on the table with extra care and opened the lid, my dog running around somewhere in the other room. A quick look inside the vase, however, had my brows rising.

"Is this.. powder?" I asked myself.

Back in the shop, nothing hinted that the vase contained anything, nor did the owner utter a single word about it. She, in fact, didn't even seem to be that interested in her very few customers, if I were to be honest. The newspaper she was reading throughout all that short period of time I was in there had her eyes fixed on it, for the most part.

I swallowed hard, feeling like my heart had been ripped off my chest and drowned in icy cold water with the thought of getting unknowingly tangled in some illegal activities.

Loud barks, then the crashing of something cut my new overwhelming awareness short, and I sprinted in search of my hyper dog.

"What did you break this time, Holly?" I made quick work of cleaning the mess Holly had made, giving him some treats because he looked so cute nonetheless then returned to what I had decided to call a cursed beauty later on.

Upon entering the room, the sight of a man looking through my limited collection of vinyls with his back facing me made my legs freeze in their place, and my heart almost slipped out of my mouth in another alert panic.

"What the hell?!" my lips shouted before I could even think of finding something to defend myself in the face of that stranger.

The man dropped the disk in his hands and faced me with wide eyes. His startled expression quickly snapped into a kind smile, and he spoke, "Hey, are you the one who opened the urn?"

"Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?!!" my heart was pounding in my ears. I quickly went through the details from the moment I walked into the apartment to that of when I came back to the room, checking if I missed any hints of somebody breaking in or not.

The stranger started walking towards me with an arm stretched out, and I quickly backed away, looking around before grabbing the first hard object I could find within my sight line, "Stay away from me!"

"Relax, I'm not here to hurt you." He stopped in his tracks and raised his hands in the air, "I'm Yoongi, Min Yoongi, and you just set me free from that damn urn. Thank you, by the way."

The more he talked, the colder my blood was running in my veins and the slippier the object was becoming as I gripped it with sweating hands for dear life. Nothing he said made any sense. All I could do was shout in frustration, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

The patter of paws slapped across the corridor floor, and Holly came running into the living room. The dog started barking when he saw the stranger, but the latter didn’t even flinch. Instead, he sighed, breathing heavily through his nose, and then looked back up at me. But before he could say anything more, I huffed.

"Are you a serial killer?" I wanted to cry. Actually, he looked too pretty to be that coldhearted. I figured that maybe if I cried, he'd feel bad and leave me alone. Or maybe, if I took the chance to launch at him first, right then and there, that'd do something.

I could either die an honorable death, attempting to fighting back, or lay myself bare skinned for my predator, and no one would be a witness outside of the walls of the room that were only getting colder and colder by the ticking seconds.

Well, maybe Holly would, but he’s busy barking, not moving from his place at all.

"Look, I really don't know how you ended up here. I-I don't want to know, yeah? I will even let you go and not speak a single word about this. Just please don't kill me. Yeah? I'd do anything you want, just- please?" I began to plead, sweating like crazy even though the room around felt too icy.

The man didn’t reply, crouching down to lure my dog over. Holly’s small head cocked to the side before slowly moving closer to him. If I weren't busy trying to steady my breathing while simultaneously making sense of whatever was going on in the middle of my living room, I would’ve palmed my face.

"I told you, I'm Yoongi and I'm not a serial killer. This thing you have here, the one you just opened," he explained, nodding towards the open ceramic vase on the table, "I, my soul was trapped in there."

I blinked, a beat or two slipped through my lips, then muttered, “You’re being serious?”

“Why would I lie about something like this?” he retorted, hands petting the pet on his lap, and added in a softer voice, “I understand how crazy this sounds, but in simpler words, I was trapped inside and once the lid was lifted, which is what you have done, I was able to get out.”

“Oh, so you say once the vase is shut again you’ll go back there, is that it?” I breathed out, picking my words cautiously.

He hummed and nodded, still focused on the dog he was playing with. Taking my chance, I rushed towards the table. With trembling hands, I grabbed the lid and screwed the vase shut.

"No, wait! Don't clo-"

Silence…

The familiar sound of multiple clocks ticking together, hand in hand and almost perfectly at the same time, welcomed me into the antiques shop.

The shop was practically empty. No customers were in sight. My only audience was the oil paintings hanging on the walls, the lamps and the crystal chandeliers dangling from the ceiling, the tables and the surfaces that displayed everything: from old jewelry to dolls and collectible plates and cups, the sculptures in different shapes and sizes scattered everywhere, the old books, cameras, vases and musical instruments…

They all stared at me and the vase I was holding tightly to my chest.

Walking ahead, I reached the front counter where the same old woman stood reading some newspaper. Despite the clearly audible bell that rang every time the door was swung open, she didn't seem to be recognizing my entrance. I cleared my throat in an attempt to grab her attention, but it fell on blinded ears.

Sighing, I put the vase on the counter with a thud and declared my aimed objective, "I'm here to return this."

"No exchange, no refund." The woman finally, but dryly, replied.

"You have to understand, I can't keep this anymore." I insisted.

"No exchange, no refund!" She repeated in a stern tone, looking up and meeting my eyes.

"Fine," I took a deep, long breath in, "you're the owner, tell me what do I do with it then."

"Its colors go very well with any kind of furniture, but I'd say keep it on a shelf amidst other decorations." The contrast between the way she spoke so friendly and the tight smile she had on her lips poked at my nerves.

"Are you kidding me? I just said I don't want this cursed thing anywhere near me! It has a weird powder in it! and-" I paused, lowering my voice despite the fact that the shop was empty—minus me, its owner and its goods, "some weird ghost appeared out of it!"

The antiquarian silently folded her newspaper, put it on the counter in front of her, and stayed silent for a while, staring deeply into my eyes.

"Use the ashes and break the curse." She mumbled.

"Ashes…? What?"

"You heard me. Break the curse and save the dead." She didn't say anything further, busying herself with the newspaper again, and that was my key to leave.

"Next time, don't sell cursed stuff to innocent people who don't have enough time on their hands." I turned on my heels and stomped out of the shop with the vase between my hands.

Three days later:

“Alright, talk to you later.”

Stepping into the apartment, I hung up the phone and put it on the small coffee table. Holly was curled up on the sofa with his nose tucked under his tail. My body naturally bent down, and I pecked the pup’s head affectionately.

It had been exactly three days since I came back from the small antiques shop, put the vase on the shelf, and never dared to touch it again. Every morning and every night, I’d stared at it and contemplated whether I ought to open it and investigate what the hell was going on or not. The shop owner’s words never left my ears, ‘break the curse and save the soul.’

Three days had passed, and I still hadn’t made my mind up or got to any simple conclusion whatsoever. The thought of having somebody else’s ashes in my house made my stomach twist in ways, yet somehow I couldn't find the courage to empty the urn.

Well, at least it wasn't coke or something of the kind. That thought floated in my head as I lay on my bed the same night I’d come back from the shop.

Stuck in a quandary between the fear of what could be awaiting me and the burden that was unceasingly weighing both my heart and mind, I knew that having a staring contest with that damn container day and night wasn’t going to do me any good.

After yet another fruitless debate between me and my conscious mind, I slowly walked towards the shelf, carefully put my hand over the lid, lifted it up and stared at the powder—the ashes inside.

I waited, nothing happened. Looked around the room, nothing happened.

For a moment, I could feel a scoff bubbling its way up my throat. It was ridiculous, I felt ridiculous for expecting something, for believing that something would happen and that all of that madness was real.

How could a tale about the soul of a cursed, handsome man popping out of an ancient vase be real?

But then again, I recalled the thing the old woman had said to me, as well as that encounter I had with the strange man. Very vividly clear. I remembered it, it happened, it was real.

"You didn't throw it away." A low voice came from behind and made me jolt in surprise.

There he was, the strange man—Yoongi leaning on the doorframe with both of his hands tucked in his pockets.

Part of me was grateful he was there because I didn't have to worry about my mental well-being deteriorating. But the other one shivered, creeped out by his presence, by the whole situation.

"Thank you." Why is he so polite? "I was scared you too would throw me away." Oh?

I lightly shook my head, trying to find the proper words to express myself, and I said, "Listen, I need answers."

“I figured. What is it that you want to know?”

"I-I talked to the person that sold this thing to me, and she said that I need to use these… ashes to break a curse.” Somehow, my brain was more than aware of the fact that the man standing a few steps away from me was most probably not human.

“yeah…?” He mumbled back, “didn’t she say how to do that?”

I shook my head ‘no’, and if his disappointed, broken look surprised me, I tried my best not to make it visibly noticeable.

“What the hell are you exactly?” I asked. I wasn't sure what emotion(s) I was feeling at that very moment exactly. I couldn’t put a name to it to save my life. But I surely didn’t mean to sound as exasperated as my voice made me out to be. I could see his throat work as he gulped, eyes averting from mine to look down at the floor for a moment before looking up again.

"I died a hundred years ago. A witch attempted to kill me, and she did, before casting a curse and trapping me inside that thing over there." he pointed towards the antique vase behind me, then added, "in my ashes. I've been trapped there for years. Some people did stumble upon me when they opened it over the years. Just like you did. But they never gave me one chance to even speak, and they threw it out immediately."

“But why? What did you do to deserve all of this?”

A gloom overcame his eyes, yet his voice was steady and deep as his lips stretched into a smile that only the word ‘sour’ could do its description justice.

"That's what happens when one falls in love with a witch.” He replied, “anyways, that’s all I know. I've been trying to figure out how to break the curse, but being stuck in a jar serves for nothing.”

Neither of us spoke for a while, him standing amidst the echoes of his past and my voice trying to find its way through the strangled words stuck in my throat.

“I’ll help you.” I spoke, breaking the heavy silence.

“Really?” His face was so full of hope it sent my heart clenching between my ribs.

“Yeah. This is making me anxious as well, I have no other choice.” I answered, brushing it off with a shrug.

“What brings you back here?” said the antiquarian who was busy polishing some old pocket watches, her glaces hanging low on the tip of her nose.

“I- We need some help.” I answered, and her head snapped up to find me and Yoongi staring back at her at the front counter.

“How could an old antiques shop owner possibly be of any help to you youngsters?” She asked again.

“I assure you that I’m not younger than you.” came a comment from Yoongi.

She stared at him, her relaxed expression turning tense, and then she looked at me again. Instead of providing an answer, I put the open vase in front of her. She gave it a quick look and then looked back into my eyes. “You are one stubborn young woman.”

“I’m not here to return it.” I cut her off to explain myself, “I’m here to know how to break the curse and release his soul.”

“I see you let him walk around freely.”

“Why is that a problem?” I asked with furrowed brows.

“Why wouldn’t a wandering dead be a problem to the living?” Her brows rose just as she gestured with her head towards Yoongi, as if stating the most obvious scientific fact, “anyhow, you want to know what to do next, don’t you?”

I hummed.

“All you need to do is throw the ashes into the ocean, let it dissolve and become one with the salt water. Tomorrow, when the sun sets.”

“Why specifically tomorrow?” I asked.

“Full moon. Or else your efforts will go down the drain. Do not let that happen” She emphasized on the last part through gritted teeth.

“How do you know so much?” Yoongi was the one to ask.

“I am nothing but a mere shop owner. Buying old stuff and selling them, that’s what I do.”

“You must be a special kind, then.” He bantered.

She shrugged and replied, “I study my products. We’re talking about items that date back to hundreds of years ago.”

She handed me a small pouch bag and told me to put the ashes in there, saying that it would be easier than carrying an open urn around. She seemed displeased with Yoongi’s presence, which was quite understandable, but it didn’t phase him as he was more interested in the shop around him. Walking around with curious eyes.

“Do not spend too much time out there.” was the last thing she addressed to Yoongi before we walked out of the shop.

“You think there’s more cursed things in that shop?” he asked.

“I do not want to think about it.” He chuckled at my response, then I added, “Full moon is tomorrow night.. Do you want to spend one last day with me?"

"Sorry?"

"I think you deserve one last good day before.. resting."

I watched him give my offer a thought as we walked down the street, then he broke into a wide smile, "You mean it?"

“Of course! You’re new here. We can't do much in less than a day, but we can do things around the town. And then we’ll go to the beach before the sun sets, do what we need to do…”

“That sounds way too good to be true.”

“We'll make it true.” I reassured him with a nod.

The next morning, I found Yoongi sitting with a book I could easily recognize from my own collection resting in his hands. He had told me that since he doesn’t sleep, he spent the night reading from my bookshelf. After a few minutes of me listening as he talked so passionately, impressed by everything he’d read, I decided it was time to commence my mission of granting the man his most merited happy day.

It started with a short trip to a well-known bakery, where I made him try whatever his heart—and stomach—desired of baked goods. I bought him wine to taste, and he said it bore no resemblance to that of ancient times. That's how we found ourselves running a taste test on a bunch of beverage bottles, and he had the same reaction to all of them. I also ended up getting him some soda cans to try, and he liked them.

I rented two bikes. It took some time for him to adjust, whining about being confined inside a jar for a hundred years. But once he got the hang of it, we went wandering around the streets of the city with the breeze kissing our cheeks.

I then brought him to a park, one he later said he really liked. We walked between the trees and let the grass tickle our toes. Sat between colorful flowers, redolent with the scent of an early spring. He made a crown and insisted on taking a picture of me with it. He later revealed that he used to love nature the most when he was still alive, and talked about the days he’d spent in the green despite his father’s constant insistence on marriage and building a family of his very own.

I asked him how old he was when he died, he said twenty-eight. And suddenly, his appearance made sense after that. Too young and too handsome, how could the world still let go of him?

He laughed when I made a comment about that and joked, saying that apparently his past lover didn’t want him to live past twenty-eight. I could feel the heavy pain in that joke slicing at my neck, stinging, and I swallowed it down.

He stopped to pet every dog and cat that crossed our path. I couldn’t help but take a picture or two, though the camera never caught his reflection in its frame.

I made sure to drag him towards the kid’s section of the park, where I taught him how to play in the slides and the swings and spring riders. Two grown-ups playing around in a kids’ playground had its fair amount of questioning stares, but hearing him giggle and seeing his wide grin was more than worth it.

We kept on talking nonstop about the differences between our timelines. We made it to a bridge that looked over a lake, the clouds above reflected on the water surface, glowing with the sun behind them. Yoongi started throwing small pieces of bread for the floating ducks, and I just stood there, observing.

“What other place do you want to go to?”

“The beach.” He answered, not looking up from his task. “My favorite place.”

It was a couple of hours before the sunset when we finally made it to the beach. There was a chill in the air that evening, the sand wasn’t as burning as it probably was when the sun was still up high in the sky, beaming. I let my lungs sip on the fresh scent of the ocean as I took a deep breath in, watching Yoongi approach the water with distant eyes.

He let the foamy edge climb its way to his toes, dipping his ankles and then retreating to the sea. He sat on the sand and I did the same.

We didn’t talk. We just sat there and watched the waves dancing with the wind as the sun sank to meet the horizon.

It wasn’t until shades of blue, orange and red blended, interwoven as they painted the breathtaking scenery before us that he spoke in a hushed voice, as though he’d startle the sun and make it rush to hide under the ocean if he spoke any louder, “Thank you for everything, really. No one has ever been this nice to me, even when I was still alive. This meant the most to me.”

I smiled.

“You know, if I were still alive, or if we had met sometime in my lifetime, I would’ve done everything I could to keep you by my side.” I could see him scratch at the back of his head from the corner of my eye, and I turned to see his giddy smile.

“you shouldn’t say things like this ‘cause I’m going to be thinking about it for the rest of my life.” I said, sheepishly.

His smile grew bigger, “Sounds superb. At least someone will remember me.”

My heart clenched.

“You deserve to be remembered.” I said.

“I really don’t.” I could see tears pricking his eyes as they turned a faint red. I had so much to ask at that moment, but I couldn’t. Words were stuck behind my teeth, and I just turned my head to face the horizon again.

“It’s time.” He noted, standing up and offering his hand to me. I took it in mine and stood on my feet, gripping the pouch between my fingers. We marched deeper into the sea, deep enough that the water reached our knees.

“ready?” I asked one last time, and he nodded, his smile never fading away.

The pouch felt so heavy as I untied its drawstring, carefully emptying its content into the water. Yoongi stood behind me, and I didn’t have the heart to look over my shoulder.

It took everything in me to turn around, and when I did, he was no longer there. Breeze blew in my face, and I swear I could feel warmth touching my skin for a moment, or two.

Whether I’d want to visit that antique shop again or not was something I still can’t put my finger on, but somewhere, somehow, deep down I knew I was thankful for it guided the vase– the urn to my hands.

And I whispered prayers of him resting at peace ever after as I looked up at the glowing moon above and the sparkling stars that swimmed all around it.

Grieving a person I never knew, but had the chance to cross paths with, at last.

[seivsite]

hi miru!! can i request prompt 5 from ur milestone event with nagi hehe hope u enjoy writing it ><

DEALING WITH SICK NAGI.

prompt: peppering kisses all over their face nonstop, making the other laugh out a plea for mercy.

includes: nagi seishiro x fem!reader. hinted college au, sick nagi, he’s a clingy boy, unedited — wc: 434

Nagi had fallen sick. (Name) found out from Reo after he messaged her about Nagi’s condition. Reo had asked her to check up on Nagi since he couldn’t do so at the moment. After finishing university, she hurriedly went to Nagi’s home. Upon arrival, she swiftly unlocked the door using the spare keys Nagi had given her some time ago. As she stepped inside, she called out his name.

“Sei?” (Name) called, removing her shoes and heading towards his bedroom. “Is that you, (Name)?” a hoarse voice replied, and there she saw Nagi, bundled up in blankets. His usually neat hair was now tousled, and his nose appeared reddened.

“Loveeee, where are you?” he whined, struggling to free himself from the clutches of the blankets to search for (Name). Sensing his predicament, she took it upon herself to help him unravel, and Nagi’s head finally emerged, instantly brightening as he caught sight of her face.

“(Nameee)!” He pulled her onto the bed, enveloping her in a tight embrace, showering her face with peppering kisses. (Name) surrendered to the warmth of Nagi’s affection, delicately grasping his shoulders.

“S-Sei! Please, stop—Hey!” (Name) protested, attempting to thwart his kisses. Yet, his strength surpassed hers, resulting in a gentle peck on her lips. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed, pulling (Name) into an intimate embrace, cradling her against his chest like a cherished teddy bear.

“Well, aren’t you clingy,” she muttered, surrendering to Nagi’s embrace. He whined and tightened his grip around her waist, while (Name) responded by gently stroking his hair. Suddenly, she remembered her purpose and made a move to leave the bed, realising she could search for some medicine.

“What are you doing? Stay with me,” he pouted.

“For the love of God, Sei, you need your medicine. I can’t let you stay sick for too long,” she replied, continuing to pat his head as it rested on her lap.

He grumbled in annoyance, then chose to hug the pillow beside him. (Name) sighed at his playful antics and swiftly went to fetch the medicine and a glass of water.

Returning, (Name) found Nagi still asleep, his chest rising and falling gently as soft snores escaped his lips. Shaking her head, she decided to lie down beside him, planning to administer the medicine once he woke up.

Nagi instinctively clung to her waist, finding comfort with his head resting against her collarbone. In (Name)’s eyes, he resembled a contented, oversized cat. She placed a tender kiss on his head, gently running her fingers through his hair before succumbing to a peaceful slumber herself.

NOTES. i made it fem reader bc there was no stated gender and ive been dying to write a fem!reader drabble im sorry to my non fems Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) very long overdue my laziness stopped me from finishing this hours ago LOL sorry

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[thvkei]

101 w/ hanma for the smut prompts would be so hot … thank you in advance <3

“lift your hips up for me.” ⤏ hanma shuji.

notes. this dialoge is so fkn sexy w/ him ty nonnie ♡

"makin' a mess of those shorts, baby." hanma notes as he hooks his slender fingers through the elastic waistband of your pajama shorts and releases it with a sharp snap, luring out a hiss as it slaps back against your skin. his knee grows warm with slick as it presses harder against your clothed cunt, forcing his bed to dip while mewls spew from your drooling lips.

"such a sweet lil thing," hanma grins wickedly, humming as he pulls back. his eyes settle on your chest, the bed covers falling away and revealing your body to him. “hmm,” he licks his lips, “pretty eyes and pretty tits; it’s hard to know where I should look.”

heat consumes every inch of your face as you squirm under his golden gaze, eager for his touch. you're so hot, and he's barely done anything. "please. stop teasin', shu."

hanma’s captivated by the image in front of him, the parted lips and the breathless pleads that you gush, countless obscene thoughts racing through his mind, a manifestation of the sinful hunger you rooted inside him. who's he to say no to a face like that?

hanma nudges his nose against yours as the two of you come face to face again. “jus' wanna savor you, baby,” he assures you, hooking his fingers under your chin and pressing his lips against yours. it’s a slow kiss, almost only against your bottom lip, which he pulls at with his teeth, groaning as you whimper at the little bit of pain. “now,” he looks at you directly in your eyes, his own eyes, two pools of ocean blue, darkened from desire, “lift your hips up for me.”

and you obliged, arching so he could pull off your shorts and lace-trimmed underwear with them. "fuck."

you're dripping. there's a thick sheen that paints your puffy folds like glazed confectionery—perfect 'n sweet 'n all fuckin' his. no matter how many times the sight meets hanma's ravenous gaze, each time, his mouth flushes with an influx of saliva that urges to glide over both your lips.

a strangled whine is heard as hanma eagerly dips his hand down to replace your cotton panties, rubbing your clit with his thumb and inserting two fingers into your aching pussy. "atta fuckin' girl," he mumbles, crashing his lips against yours, his tongue delving into your mouth.

© thvkei 2023 | likes and reblogs r alwys appreciated! ૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა

[cecilebutcher]

『♡New Years Event♡』

Hello my lovely and beloved followers and mutuals<3

I’m starting a new twst event since new years is tomorrow 🥳.

I originally was gonna wait and make this event in February but here we are<3

It’s going to be related to twst oc’s

If you’re interested, read what’s under a cut(๑꧆◡꧆๑)

!!Likes do nothing, Reblog instead!!

Wʜᴀᴛs Tʜᴇ Eᴠᴇɴᴛ?

Simple! An OC interaction/q&a event!!

You can submit your oc talking or interacting with my own oc’s, or Twst characters ^^

You can even send characters from other fandoms (though I’d appreciate it if you asked me about the fandom in case idk it)

Or if you don’t want that you can send questions for my oc’s to answer!!<(￣︶￣)>

Hᴏᴡ Tᴏ Jᴏɪɴ?

Well dear reader, that’s a valid question with an easy answer. All you have to do is reblog this post, then send in your request!!

See? Easy, just too steps. （*＾ワ＾*）

Wʜᴇɴ Wɪʟʟ Tʜᴇ Eᴠᴇɴᴛ Eɴᴅ?

Since I have things to do throughout the new year and the whole fucking month of January, then you can submit your request till January 31 o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Wʜᴀᴛ Cᴀɴ I Aɴᴅ Cᴀɴ'ᴛ I Rᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ?

Ah yes, the rules, well I’m not about to let you go to my page just for that am I? So here are my rules!

No NSFW requests!! Remember I am still a minor and a bit uncomfortable with this. Suggestive stuff is alright though(to a degree.

Every person has only three requests they can submit! Within those requests they can ask 4 things from my oc and can request only 4 of their oc’s!!

You HAVE to reblog this post, I will check with every submission.

No anons, sorry babes<3

Send in a description of your oc or if they have a post that would be 100 times better.

If it’s for a Twst character and not an oc, give me a prompt for them, this can include AU’s

I will write for both romantic and platonic, the romantic excludes Ortho and any other characters bellow the age of 14!!

That’s it!!

Wʜᴇʀᴇ Cᴀɴ Yᴏᴜ Fɪɴᴅ Mʏ Oᴄ's?

Easy! You can find them here! But be on the lookout for new oc’s!

And if you’re wondering what my oc interactions are like you can check it out here

That’s all!! Remember to stay respectful and have tons of fun babes^^ love ya’ll!

And have a wonderful and happy new years<3

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

[coai]

🌹 Coai Valentine's Love Fest 2024 🌹

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Why the long face, holmies? (๑◕︵◕๑)

Wether it's Seasonal Affective Disorder or Singles Awareness Day, there's no need to be SAD anymore, for we're filling this Valentine's with LOVE ♥️ … and in 5 different ways, no less! (●♡∀♡)

So come feel the love and help us fill the tags from this February 14th to 29th, by creating and sharing coai content based on these:

✨ PROMPTS ✨

The five types love languages:

♡  Words of Affirmation ♡  Acts of Service ♡  Gifts ♡  Quality Time ♡ Physical Touch

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Don't forget to tag #coailovefest2024 so we can find and reblog your entries! ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡

For more info please check our FAQ and RULES pages, drop us an ASK or join our Discord community (link in blog description) 

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[mimatoweek]

Hello everyone! 💚💙

With just 2 months to go, we are happy to announce the prompts for Mimato Week 2023 on tumblr!

Once again the event will run for a total of 8 days, from 21st August to 28th August. A big shoutout to everyone who voted for the prompts, thanks to your efforts we've managed to round up yet another group of very interesting themes for the 3rd consecutive edition of this event!

Day 1 - Aug 21 : Digivices | Crests Day 2 - Aug 22 : Partners | Office Day 3 - Aug 23 : Forbidden Love Day 4 - Aug 24 : Little black dress Day 5 - Aug 25 : Moving in together Day 6 - Aug 26 : Marriage Proposal Day 7 - Aug 27 : Adulthood | Family Day 8 - Aug 28 : Sexy

Just like last year, we don’t have a long list of rules, we just want you to have fun with all the prompts and spread the love for mimato in every way possible. During the week, you can participate by sharing fanarts, fanfics, edits, photos, make-up inspiration, jewellery, and literally anything and everything you want that is related to the prompts on our list. Remember to either tag your posts with #mimatoweek2023 and #mimatoweek, or tag our blog itself during the event. Submissions are welcomed, too! If you wish to post outside of tumblr, we have friends on facebook and instagram to track our event tags so make sure to use them as well~

To make sure everyone can enjoy the event comfortably, Day 8 and any NSFW entries will be tagged with #nsfw so be sure to have that blocked if that’s not your cup of tea. Highly explicit content, if any, made outside of tumblr will be censored as necessary when posted here. You can then refer to external links for uncensored posts.

That’s pretty much it. Ask box is always open if you have anything you need to clarify!

Don’t forget to follow us and reblog this post to help spread the wonderful news! ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

[Art credit to @azukaruby]

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret!

hi everyone it's katze! thank you so much for 500 followers wowie!!! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑) I'm so happy you all like my writing enough to follow, and I hope to keep writing for you for much longer!

please read below to see details of my little event to celebrate!

event p1 - raffle!

for one (1) lucky winner, I will write a fic of your choosing! oc x character, reader x character, or character x character, whatever you wish as long as it follows my rules! this fic will be 1.5k words minimum, but may be longer depending on what you want written. you can choose whether or not I post it, too!

to enter into this raffle, please like this post and reblog both this post and my commissions post (sorry, I need to boost it somehow ;w;) I will be checking, so be sure to do all 3 tasks!

winner will be drawn on august 11th at 10pm pacific time!

event p2 - cat cafe pick-your-prompt!

I will be writing any and all requests from the prompt list below sent starting from today until august 11th at 10pm pacific time (so you have until then to request!), so long as they follow my rules/characters I write for!

more info utc!

please format your request like the following examples! you can get creative with how you phrase it, though :3 "hi, I'd like to visit the cat cafe with (character). we want to play with a (cat color) (cat breed) cat, and we want to order (drink type) while we do." "can I go to the cafe with (character) to see a (cat color) (cat breed) cat, and order (drink type)?" and so on and so forth!

as you can see, if you are unsure of what cat breed, cat color, or drink type you'd like, there is a convenient "katze's pick" for each category! that means I'll just decide what to write for that particular area!! (for the prompts, I may pick something outside of what is provided, so if you're looking for a wildcard prompt, pick katze's pick!

here's the lists!

cat breeds: ⊹ tabby - domesticity ⊹ ragdoll - unusual proposal ⊹ persian - falling in love ⊹ british shorthair - fake dating ⊹ siamese - festival/amusement park date ⊹ american shorthair - cafe date ⊹ birman - couple fights ⊹ siberian - dreams ⊹ bombay - obliviousness ⊹ munchkin - soulmate au ⊹ ragamuffin - royalty/manhwa au ⊹ snowshoe - hanahaki au ⊹ scottish fold - actor au ⊹ bengal - "do they not know that we're together?" ⊹ himalayan - "they're so obvious and it's embarrassing." ⊹ sphynx - "please, I just need one date." "you think you can woo me with just one date?" ⊹ abyssinian - "are you going to hit me if I kiss you?" "I might if you don't." ⊹ mixed breed - "I wish this moment would last forever." ⊹ maine coon - katze's pick

cat colors: ⊹ orange - fluff ⊹ white - hurt/comfort ⊹ black - angst ⊹ tortoiseshell - katze's pick

drinks: ⊹ tea - headcanons ⊹ coffee - scenario ⊹ cider - headcanons/scenario hybrid ⊹ hot cocoa - katze's pick

I hope you all enjoy the event and have fun! I'm looking forward to your cat cafe preferences! (^≗ω≗^)

and once again, thank you for 500 followers!

[zu-is-here]

★ Dark Cream week ★ is timed to coincide with the story’s anniversary & dark cream (Cross x Shattered Dream) ship ♡

“Now that positivity is not always good, and negativity not always bad... what's your choice?”

Choose one of the two suggested prompts, at your discretion ☆ You can also cheat the game and use both on the same level, if you dare (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

You can skip or alternate days (later prompts will be reblogged on the corresponding day). Any form of art is welcomed! ♪( ´▽｀)

The week is focused on dark cream ship, so it’s about Cross and Shattered Dream. Dream and/or cream ship, as well as other characters are acceptable as long as the main pairing is dark cream (´⌣`ʃƪ)

Prompts don’t have to be tied to Dark Cream story only. Other genders & designs, humanization, crossovers and so on are welcomed!╰(*´︶`*)╯

No n/sfw or lemon works here, please (ùwó)

Use the tag #dark cream week and/or tag me so everyone can see your works! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

Cross!Sans from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

Shattered Dream from shattereddreamsau by galacii / galacii-gallery; Dream by jokublog

If you have any questions, feel free to ask (*´∀｀*) Good luck and have fun! ☆

[souharuweek2024]

Autumn is here! 🍂

Happy 1st of September and have a good month, everyone!

This is it! We are finally only one week away from the SouHaru Week 2024 Event! ✨ I am so excited! *doki-doki* (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

That said:

🛟 If you need any info check the rules, please! If you still need any clarification, ask is open for anons, too!

⚓️ For those that want to participate but would like to submit directly with the Event blog, you can do it here! (Reminder that submissions are open September 8-15!)

-> Individual Event posts (posted on your own blog) will be reblogged up to a week later! (But USE the EVENT TAGS or @ the Event blog, please!)

🗺️ And if you need to refresh your memory about our Trip Guide, here are the Daily Prompts!

That’s it, everybody! I hope I’ll see you all in the Event! 💕 (๑･̑◡･̑๑) 💕

Let’s have fun together and revive this ship with our love! 💖

＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

[vanishingcherry]

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[terureievents]

Submission closed!

The interest check form is now closed! Thank you so much everyone for liking, reblogging, and filling in the form (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و 💕

We have a blast reading all of your answers! We'll take note of all your answers :D The official prompt list and the official dates will be released soon! Thank you once again for the interest!

[jadenoryuu]

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#danielle meanwhile has never actually experienced the holidays before so shes having a blast making her excitement everyone elses problem

I miei post migliori nel 2022:

#5

Today with Grafaiai. (◉ w ◉)

(I still need to check the tag, but since Devil works fast but fanartists work faster, I'm confident that there already are. (≧∇≦) )

67 note - Postate 2 settembre 2022

#4

Asking for a friend:

If Danny was bitten by a radioactive spider (and so didn't get any ghost powers), what would his hero name be?

Because I can't vision him using "Spiderman". 🤔🤔

86 note - Postate 18 gennaio 2022

#3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Clark Kent, Guardians of the Universe (DCU), Arthur Curry (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Mention of Freakshow, Batfamily (DCU), Batcave (DCU), Biological Parent Bruce Wayne, Fertility Clinic, Family Fluff, father-son bonding, ghost prince Danny, Green Lantern Rings (DCU), Episode: s02e19-20 Reality Trip, (mentioned) - Freeform, Attempt at Humor, Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 6 of The Dragon's Danuary Xover 2022 Summary:

When Danny popped up unannounced at the Wayne Manor, Bruce knew that trouble was brewing at the horizon. What he couldn't have imagined was that his second youngest child would bring along something that would put the boy on the radar of an immortal alien race. Bruce Wayne was still learning "how to dad" a little more each day, but if they called him, he would always answer.

@amorpho I was almost late! Pokémon Legends: Arceus came out and along with my job, they made me lose the sense of time... (╥﹏╥)

(This is also why Danuary Seventh Day will be also delayed, I'm still a bit behind with that...)

Anyway, this one-shot heavily leaned on the prompt of this post (shout out to @five-rivers for reblogging it, making me remember the original idea and also salvage this crossover with their addition), but I definitely had fun with this story!

Maybe one day, after I read the Batfam webcomic, I could continue this, what do you think?

Wish me good luck for tomorrow, my Muse needs some prodding!

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

97 note - Postate 28 gennaio 2022

#2

So here I am, bored out of my mind at work, and my brain travels across the ether of zoning out...

And a Crossover idea stuck!

So, do you Phans remember that animated movie that came out in 2009 called "Astroboy"?

[I mean this one.]

It was my first contact with the Astro Boy series and while I never explored the latter further, the movie amazed me and made me care (read: fear, empathize and ache) for the protagonist in ways that any other movie couldn't along with the first "How to Train your Dragon". (That's an accomplishment since after reading/watching many things I unfortunately became somewhat desensitized to plots in general. (╥﹏╥))

That being said, let's get back to the topic:

You all know how the movie premise is that Astro is the robotic replica of Toby, the professor's dead son?

What if we spin a bit of Phandom in it? <(꒪꒳꒪)>

There could be three ways to do this:

The first two have more or less the same trope = (post-movie) Natural Portal Shenanigans make either Danny or Astro cross dimension and Astro has Toby's ghost following him along for fun and only Danny can see him because he's an halfa.

The third take is the Fusion AU =

Danny as Toby dies in the same canonical accident, but the two cores instead of blue and red are green and pink/magenta ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

Phantom as Astro. In this Danny and Phantom are two different persons, but instead of "normal" superpowers/weapons, he's half-robot/half-ectoplasm entity (it's different than being a ghost, I still stan that ghosts are the post-mortem manifestation of the deceased's soul and you can pry this from my specter's cold hands) (Meaning: Phantom is not Danny's ghost in this).

Jack and Maddie as Dr. Tenma. They form an amazing team and something so trivial as an absentee single parent in Astro Boy canon won't stop me.

Frostbite as Dr. Elefun. I contemplated briefly Clockwork for this part, but the "supportive wise mentor" fit better with our favorite Yeti than with our cryptid stopwatch, not counting that he has already medical and technological knowledge in DP.

Jazz as Orrin (the robot housekeeper)? This one doesn't fit as well as the rest of the cast, so maybe there's no Jazz or she's in another city as studying-abroad-big-sister.

Sam as Cora. Rebellious girl with wealthy parents, who fights for her rights? Sign her in. (Not counting the teased romance between her and Astro/Phantom, that's only a plus.)

Tucker as "himself" (AKA not any particular role, just one of the orphans of the Surface). Techno-Geek that repairs robots for the Robot Fights and bonds spectacularly with Phantom.

Dani as ZOG. I know it's strange, but hear me out: ZOG was revived by Astro's core and it still keeps part of that energy, making it virtually both Astro's sibling and child! Ring a bell? Plus ZOG is a little shit when it's able to, so it's only a natural decision, really! (≧∇≦)

Cujo as Trashcan. Yep, the trashcan dog deserves the puppy counterpart.

Now that should be everyone! ...Or should it? Oh! Right! The Villains:

Freakshow as Hamegg. Who would be a better showman/ringleader than the insane circus owner who controls robots ghosts?

Vlad Masters as President Stone. Of course it was going to be him. Old friend of the protagonist's father? Check. Power hungry? Check. Wants the protagonist for one of his machinations? Triple check.

Plasmius as Peacekeeper. Pink/Magenta core explained! Who would have thought about that? (≧∇≦)

Skulker as General Heckler. Vlad's second in command and enforcer of his commands, it feels only natural.

There are so many other characters to assign, though at the moment I can't come up with what to do with the robot trio of the Robot Revolutionary Front or Valerie Gray, but this discourse made me want to re-watch the movie, so I'll probably add something tomorrow.

What do you Phans think? Is this worth considering for Danuary? (≧∇≦)

109 note - Postate 13 gennaio 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

You know what?

Here it's half-past midnight of April 3rd.

I'll cross-stitch your Danno.

473 note - Postate 3 aprile 2022

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