#✎ :: message board

[florathegnarpian]

please yall I want people in this RW rp group nobody is in it- (rps done on message boards, length can be anything.)

wattpad user is LuckyTheTherianFurry (display name is "✎THE SPEARMASTER➶")

I'm reserving Enot's spot for a certain someone I know though :3 ( @lampthesillymoth please I beg of u 🥺)

(remember to reply to the wattpad mb post about it so I know you exist!)

(YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A SLUGCAT!)

[ask-smokescreen]

✎. What are you writing your messages on, one of those dollar store peely-plastic draw boards?

[stuarts-kin-emporium]

stylised to seem like a shop tour therefore some things are said to be different from what they are to fit the essential roleplay while still leaving the reader knowing what they've read

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Welcome~!

Let me give you a tour, but first I'll need to check if you are allowed, let's see..are you any of the following?..

(DNI)

basic dni(homophobic, transphobic, ableism, etc.)

anti kin

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blacklisted kin sources:

Jeepers Creepers(movies)

any VivziePop content

any Dan Schneider content

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black listed character kins:

any characters from the blacklisted sources

If yes then I'm afraid you are not allowed in my emporium, please leave. If no, then let us begin the tour..

Here are a few things to know when requesting an item from our store

(when making requests..)

we will try and fulfill as many requests as we can as quickly as we can so please don't rush us!

If you send a request through tumblr and we have not gotten to it after 3 days! Please message us with what your request was so we can update you on whether or not it has just not been gotten to or if it was lost in tumblr's goofy black hole where asks go sometimes!

If you message me(Mod Mike) asking where your requests is rudely or more than once in a 3 day period then I will delete your request entirely even if said request has already been started/deleted by me, the same may or may not be said by Mod Father John

if you want to request a certain mod you may! But please know that one of us may do more or less than the other, and you should pay attention to what we will do!

We will do all sources as long as they aren't blacklisted!(although sources we do not know may be harder to do! this is just a fyi rather than a request for sources to be of ones we know :))

Now, let me introduce myself and my fellow shop owner!

(mods)

current number of mods: 2

mod applications: closed

Mod Mike ︴@paula-cracker-is-my-ex-gf

Does: moodboards, stim boards, and fashion kits

Main operator

Requests: CLOSED

Mod Father John︴@father-j0hn

Does: moodboards

Requests: OPEN

And last but not least, pease join our rewards program server and don't miss out on the latest deals!

(discord server, not required, or even necessarily just for this blog, it's a kin server in general! I will say it can allow us to know about requests faster!)

Thank you for letting me give you a tour of my emporium, I believe you're ready to go look around on your own, and have fun!

[dreamyreveriie]

𐙚 — ❛ BARISTA BOARD ❜ ˚⋆.

➤ ❝ hi there, love! having trouble navigating around cassie's cafe? well, take a look at this barista board to see your problem is solved! ❞ ➤ ❝ if there's anything specifc you'd like to see in this guide that you think would be helpful, please let me know!! ❞

﹙the cafe // dishes // menu // barista board // old blog﹚

﹟001 — TAGS

→ tags help you find your way around my blog! if you go to my pinned post, you can find the tags i use the most. from there, you can tap on the tag to find my posts that have it! #₊ ˚ ‧ ୭ৎ — jvpiterzs .ᐟ ★ — my special tag just for my username #ᯓ 𐙚 navigation 彡 — all my navigation posts; pinned post, masterlist/dishes, etc. you can find all of those linked in most of my posts as well #꒰ ୨୧﹒dishes ᶻz ꒱ — my masterlists to my posts #✮ cassie's cafe creations ᡣ𐭩 — all my works #୭ৎ mood boards ᡣ𐭩 — my mood boards #₊˚˖ 𖥔 headcanons 彡 — my head canons #✎﹒blurbs ʚɞ— my blurbs #ᯓ 𐙚 cassie's mail 💌 ˚ ₊ ‧ — messages i get in my inbox, sometimes from anons #✎﹒cassie chats ˚ ⋆ . — just my random thoughts n talks #꩜﹒cassie's reblogs﹕✦ — all my reblogs #𝜗𝜚 mutuals .ᐟ.ᐟ ‹𝟹 — my mutuals <3 #⸝⸝﹒✦ games — games like tag games or stuff like that #☁️ ⇆ important ⸝⸝ — important-ish stuff, like if im closing my requests or something!! #⌗ ┆cassie core ₊ ˚⟡ — me core #₊˚⊹ milestones ★ — milestones, like when i hit 50, 100, on and on.

﹟002 — TERMS

→ as you already know, this is a cafe themed blog! so i'll have terms to make it more cafe-like. for example, in all my fics, you'll find the 'ingredients' at the top of the post. they're basically just warning of what's in the meal / fic. you can find the list of meanings below! meal — fics orders — requests / asks fluffy whipped cream — fluff lowercase alphabet soup — meaning that the fic will purposely only have lowercase letters course meal — meaning that the meal is a series!

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this may be updated often in case of any mistakes or forgotten info.

[j4keluver]

is it okay for me to say i love you?

↷boyfriend! jake • reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

⇢˚⋆ ✎ pure fluff for my readers who love some soft moments <3 i’ve been gone for so long since college has kicked my ASS😭 but i’m slowly coming back

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

jake sim never overthought his charm or his flirty ways with girls. he was a natural with women while his best friend, on the other hand, park sunghoon, couldn’t even make eye contact with a girl. sunghoon was busy blasting music in his airpods that were higher than the recommended volume and jake was busy chatting it up with his girl who’s a “friend” ("you don’t just casually make out with someone you call a friend” hoon) that was before he started dating you.

jake had taken a notice in you way before you even glanced his way. park sunghoon had dragged him to the baskeball game since their friend, heeseung, was playing. jake wasn’t a big fan of overcrowded place, more or so, a place that was filled with sweaty teens, painted in bright colors.

but there you were. 

you were part of the cheerleading team. jake mostly avoided the cheerleading team like the plague since they mostly kept to their “own people” and the jocks and only cared about shaking their pompoms obnoxiously in the air but you were different in his eyes.

your radient smile and positive aura caught his eye from the get go. he knew he was attracted to you but he gave up any chance to talk to you, seeing you give the basketball team side hugs and disappearing in the midst to their celebratory dinner.

the next time he saw you, you were putting up new posters for the bulletin board, a job that was the responsibility of the student council club. “a cheerleader and on student council?” he was standing at his locker, admiring you. as you placed a tact on the poster, the rest of the papers had managed to slip out of your grasp. you curse to yourself, trying to hurrily grab them.

without a second thought, jake jumped in to save the day, thinking this would be the only chance to talk to you. but that in fact, was not the last time you guys had talked.

you guys have now been dating for 4 months and park sunghoon is sick and tired of the both of you. correction; jake.

he was happy that jake had found somebody while he struggles to muster up the courage to look in his crushes eyes for more than three seconds (“you know she’s not medusa right? she wont turn you to stone if you look to her too long? “ jake), but he couldn’t take jake’s relationship “problems.” hoon was not fit to be a relationship therapist when he needed to seek an actual therapist.

“do you think it’s too early to say i love you?” jake ask and hoon groans, over exaggerating his actions and bumping his head against the locker.

“jake, you’ve been dating for four months. if you feel like it’s the right time to say i love you, say it. if not, don’t say it. logic,” hoon answers.

“hoon you’re my best friend for a reason. you’re supposed to give me advice cause you know i can’t decide for myself.” jake whines. hoon just shakes his head and walks to his next class, leaving a frustrated jake trailing behind him.

the next date you have, you are cuddling at jake’s dorm , watching a rom com on the TV. your head is on his chest while his arm is around your waist.

“hey y/n” you hum a response of “hmm” but before jake could continue what he was going to say, your phone buzzes.

glancing over the message, your eyes widen before you jump out of you seat and quickly hurrying to the door. flustered, jake follows behind you, questioning your sudden movements before you messily explain your best friends break up story. “i will be back, i just have to pick her up from that jerks house”

you quickly slip your shoes on. you cup jake’s face and give him a chaste kiss before muttering an “i love you” and running out the door.

did he hear you right? did you just say i love you to him? jake is dumbstruck in place with a lovestruck smile on his face. looks like he had nothing to worry about. (“fucking finally. this is why i like y/n more than you, she’s USES LOGIC” hoon)

© belong to j4keluver. do not copy, translate, or repost.

[findyourrp]

Hi, I’m Storm! 25+ and she/her. Here’s what I’m looking for: 

21+ partners as NSFW will be involved

Literate/novella writing 

Women writers (I’m not comfortable with men)

M x F romance with myself in the female role

Age gap relationship (Older grumpy/dark man x younger fiery/sweet woman. All characters will be 20+)

Enthusiasm and collaboration when plotting is a must. Don’t make me do all the work to come up with the plot and carry it forward

Bonus points for Jeffery Dean Morgan face claim! 

Extra bonus points for an interest in pinterest boards, playlists, headcanons, etc. I enjoy making friends with my partners!  

Favorite Genres: 

Modern Fantasy/Supernatural (Omegaverse appreciated but not a requirement!)

Sci-fi 

Romance (No slice of life please)

Post-apoc

Mystery

Gothic/Horror 

Fandoms (OCs only) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us 

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind. Message me on discord (magicofrain) or here with your name, age, and what caught your attention in my ad! ❤️

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[sopeverse]

The fact that you’ve been silent about butter AND the boys topping the billboard charts yet again doesn’t surprise me

i’m currently sitting at my desk with mountains of assignments due to be completed by the end of the month, get around four hours sleep a night if i’m lucky, haven’t eaten a proper meal in around a week, don’t even have time to fucking shower myself but i’d still like to apologise for not constantly screaming my support onto your dashes as i’m sure bts have felt the full impact of my absence

[alatusxiaoo]

✎ [ 14. ] a…date?

“so,” venti begins, taking a sip of the iced americano stationed in front of him. “a date. that’s what became of your genius idea.”

you and your friends had gathered at a nearby coffee shop as soon as university classes ended. you messaged them about the news on the same day heizou confessed to you about how you owed him a date — however unfortunately, none of you were able to decide on a convenient time for everyone to meet during the weekend.

you slack your head in defeat, shamefully admitting your next ten words. “i haven’t went out on a date in three years.”

“oh, how pitiful indeed.” hutao lets out an amused snicker. “you sound just like an old woman.”

“do you at least know why you owe him a date?” ayaka chimes from across.

“yep, i called him yesterday to ask. he laughed and said i lost a drinking competition,” you whine in complaint. “we made bets and he wagered to take me out.”

“ah, that’s why you were so heavily inebriated…” hutao deadpans with a sigh. “does this mean heizou is interested in you? or is he simply being a characteristic flirt?”

“the former would make sense if they kissed at the party.” lumine proffers.

“mhm, and we’re not even sure what time he left that night.” you lazily swirl the straw on your iced coffee. “with the information we find every time, it’s eventually going to get harder to multitask between the guys in proving certain situations.”

“so we make priorities.” ayaka adds with a tone of determination. “and at present, i think childe should be at the bottom of that list.”

“she’s right,” venti agrees, waving a hand. “he drank a lot at the party too. he won’t be useful right now if he doesn’t remember much, because no one else was there to witness what happened to him that evening.”

“thankfully, we also now know exactly who we write at the top of your list.” lumine snaps her fingers in clarity.

“yep, because albedo is still currently busy with the upcoming university fair.” ayaka nods. “you’ll get your opportunity once he’s finished with his work. for now, we focus on that date you owe heizou.”

“what about thoma though?” you wonder aloud. “i mean…can we really trust the claim that he just so happened to stumble into me inside that bathroom, when even none of you could find me? or did he know i was there because we kissed prior to that?”

“y/n has a point. despite the fact that he’s not as suspicious…we can’t rule him out yet.” hutao hums, scratching her cheek while deep in contemplation. “frankly speaking on our list of priorities, at the moment he’s probably just a little bit above childe.”

“we also can’t be certain that he was solely searching around for childe that late at night either…maybe he took some sort of detour.”

“okay ~ let’s not think about it too much you guys,” venti pipes in cheerfully. “the truth will eventually unveil itself on its own. thinking about what we can’t find out now will only waste more of our time. i also lose hundreds of braincells the more you talk about your theories, so we should just move on from this subject.”

“perhaps we should consider plotting this out on one of those boards.” ayaka taps her fingers on the table excitedly. “you know, the ones often displayed in crime shows? like some sort of suspect wall!”

“that’s a great idea!” lumine clasps her hands together in agreement. “it would make it way easier to visually keep track of these things.”

“i can start on one later this evening.” hutao suggests. “but what about y/n’s date? didn’t you say heizou was willing to take you out whenever you’re free?”

“yes he did…” you chew thoughtfully on your lip. “i was thinking maybe we could do it sometime next week.”

“i guess this means you won’t be able to implement much of your genius idea anymore.” venti snickers at your dissatisfied expression.

“unless you probe him with questions about what happened at the party.” ayaka replies, fiddling around with the string of the floating tea bag on her drink.

“he’s bound to get suspicious.” lumine frowns. “we’re dealing with a guy who majors in criminology, for goodness sake. this was the person we were previously trying to enlist for help before we realized he could have potentially kissed y/n.”

“she doesn’t have to ask about everyone else,” venti shrugs. “she should just ask questions centered around him and what he did. it would be best if she discovered whether he had a solid alibi during the time he spent at the party.”

“sure. and how exactly do i disguise that?” you snort, taking a big gulp of the sweetened iced coffee in your hands.

“feign interest in him, what else?”

you inadvertently choke on your drink.

venti shrugs with nonchalance at your astonished face. “why are you surprised? you know heizou does that to literally every girl he sees without feeling anything. why can’t you?”

it makes sense.

“besides, if you miraculously begin to feel interested in him, the more genuine it will sound.” hutao grins deviously. “oh shit, it’s perfect. it has to work.”

god, it makes sense.

“and what if he inquires about the sudden spike of interest?” you retort, a light blush adorning your cheeks.

“i don’t see how that will happen. it’s obviously the perfect time to express your interest.” venti puts his hands forth to prove a point, a smirk crawling across his lips. “he asked you out on a date. what better time to show you’re undeniably attracted to him, if not by then?”

oh fuck, i hate how it makes so much sense.

you shut your eyes to calm yourself down, loathing the all-too-familiar fluttery sensation that lightly fills your stomach. you’d almost forgotten how it felt ever since then.

“venti’s plan works.” ayaka pushes her empty glass aside. “i think we can run with it.”

“what do you say?” lumine asks, snapping you out of your trance. “will you do it?”

can you successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time?

or — well, it wasn’t like you had any other choice in this situation.

because one way or another, you were going to have to successfully feign interest in a boy who’s been posing his to others all this time.

“uh, sure…next week it is.”

I WISH YOU WERE SOBER — [ previous. masterlist. next ]

synopsis — in which you were never really one for spontaneity or precipitous decisions, until you got yourself drunk at your senior year university party and woke up the next morning with the most dreadful of hangovers…along with a painfully distorted memory of a stolen kiss on that hazy evening.

note — finally back from a couple of stressful weeks !! wonder what’s going to happen on the date 👀

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[yonkimint]

Still Want You [Jin x Reader]

28. No Son of Mine - Part 2 ✎

WARNING: This chapter contains themes that may be difficult for some readers. Please read at your own discretion.

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Tae drops you off at the sound booth in the back of the theater before running off to the drama room to meet his fellow cast members. You roll your eyes and call after him that you’ll meet him at your house later tonight. He twists back around and gives you a big thumbs up.

“Good luck confessing!” he yells across the empty auditorium.

Your cheeks go hot and you eye the closed door to the sound booth nervously. Hobi is probably already in there and if he isn’t already lost in his mixtape, surely he’ll have heard Tae. You plan to tell him how you feel today but you want to wait until after your session.

Wrinkling your nose at Tae, you shoo him away. He curls his shoulders, tucking his arms around his ribs as he shakes with laughter. He doesn’t know about Hobi in the sound booth but he knows how nervous you are about this big confession. 

“Just text me if you get stuck making out and can’t get home,” he says and then retreats.

“I hate you, Kim Taehyung!” you yell after him.

He’s disappeared from view but his voice echoes back to you, “Don’t say things you don’t mean, y/n!”

You shake your head and turn toward the sound booth, silently preparing yourself for a couple hours in the small space with Jung Hoseok. But when you push open the door, the booth is empty, all the sound boards dark.

That’s weird, you think. Hobi always beats you here so he can work on his own projects before you join him to start working sound for the upcoming play. You back out of the booth and glance around the auditorium.

Maybe he stopped by the drama room to talk to Ms. Lee, the drama teacher. You shake your head. He wouldn’t do that so close to rehearsal time. He didn’t want any of your classmates to know he was involved with the drama department at all.

You decide to send a quick text and then work on sound for the play on your own.

He still doesn’t reply which worries you. He was fine at lunch and he’s never sent such short messages before. Did you do something to offend him? Did he overhear the boys teasing you about your crush at some point today? How embarrassing!

You like Hobi, you really do, and maybe you’ve imagined once or twice what it would be like to hold his hand or whatever but it’s never been worth risking the friendship you have with him. He’s been your mentor for over a year now and that’s always been more important than your hormones.

You decide maybe you should swing by his house and clear the air. If you let him know that your crush on him isn’t that serious, maybe he’ll stop being so weird in his texts. Maybe he’ll come back to the sound booth tomorrow and you can help him with his mixtape. That would be something casual and totally not weird to do.

As you shut down the sound boards and computers in the sound booth, you rehearse what you’ll say when you see Hobi. He did say he was busy so he’ll probably be annoyed but once you explain, he’ll understand why you had to interrupt his evening.

What if Jin is with him? you wonder. You have to plan for every scenario. Is admitting to your crush something you’re willing to do in front of Tae’s older brother? Jin is close with your dad and if it gets back to your dad, it will get back to your mom and your mom is very particular about who you spend your time with. If Jin is there, you decide, you’ll have to play it cool.

But when you do finally leave the school and make your way towards Hobi’s house, you find yourself completely unprepared for the scene that unfolds.

Hobi’s front yard is in complete disarray. Clothes litter the lawn. The contents of his backpack have been dumped and scattered, papers blowing in the wind. And in the middle of all of it, Hobi is curled in a tight ball while a stern looking man in a wrinkled suit towers over him, hand raised to strike.

“You’re despicable,” the man shouts and cuffs Hobi’s ear, “We give you a good life. We clothe you and feed you and this is how you repay us?”

“I’m sorry,” Hobi cries, “I’m sorry, dad!”

“You’re sorry?” the man shouts, slapping his son again and again, “Sorry doesn’t fix what a disgusting boy you are!”

“I can’t help it!” Hobi protests, lifting his face to his father’s beating. His face is red, a cut slices his bottom lip in two, and the beginnings of a dark bruise rings his cheekbone. You are frozen on the sidewalk, taking in this awful scene.

“You are an abomination!” his father growls. He pulls back his hand to strike Hobi again and the boy turns his face away, towards you, and his eyes widen in horror. You stare back, paralyzed by the situation.

You know you should do something but what? 

“Stop!” you finally shout.

The man drops his hand and whirls towards you, a fury in his demeanor that you have never seen in another person. You step back, tripping as you fall off the curb, and stumble into the street.

“Get out of here,” Hobi calls to you but you shake your head. You can’t leave him alone after what you’ve seen. You need to get him out of here.

“Who the hell are you?” his dad shouts at you.

You glare at this man, ready to tear him a new one for hitting his own child, and then remember what your own dad always tells you when you get upset. Even if you’re not, pretend to be calm. That drives people more crazy than any argument. 

You press your lips together, sucking a calming breath through your nose, and then say as evenly as you can, “I’m Hobi’s friend and I’m here to pick him up.”

“y/n,” Hobi calls, rising to his feet on the lawn. He looks angry that you’re here. Why is he angry? You’re saving him from a massive beating on his front lawn! “Get out of here!”

“No,” you tell him, “Not unless you come with me.”

“Buzz off!” Hobi snaps.

And then his dad is laughing, an evil, derisive laugh, “Oh, she doesn’t know what kind of sick freak you are, does she? This your girlfriend, Hoseok? Does she know you’ve been fantasizing about boys instead of her? That in your sick mind you’re in love with your own best friend?”

You are a little caught off guard by this. Not that Hobi likes boys. Hobi can like whoever he wants but that he likes Jin? You never would have guessed it in a million years. As you think about it, it makes sense though. They are best friends and they spend a lot of time together. After all, isn’t that the same reason that you have your little crush on him? You spend a lot of time with him.

You’d still like to scream at Hobi’s dad but you choose to laugh off his accusations instead, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not Hobi’s girlfriend! And anyway, Hobi can love whoever he wants but right now, we have a project we need to work on for school so is it cool if he comes with me for a little bit?”

Hobi’s father rolls his eyes but gestures for his son to go to you. You can see the boy tense and then grudgingly make his way to your side. You want to wrap your arms around him, to let him know he’s safe now, but you can tell that’s the exact opposite of what he wants.

“Don’t bother coming back,” his dad says, “You’re no son of mine.”

“So yeah,” you finish, still staring into your lap, “That’s why me and Hobi hate each other.”

You can’t bear to look into Jin’s eyes now because you know what you’ll see. Utter betrayal. It was bad enough when Hobi just wouldn’t tell him about his job or the fact that he was into recording music once upon a time but something this serious… it’s a devastating blow.

No one speaks for what feels like an eternity and then finally, Tae clears his throat.

“It’s pretty fucked up,” he says weakly but it’s enough of a spark to ignite the whole room. You feel a sudden heat radiate off Jin and you snap your gaze up to his face. He’s furious and it’s directed at you. You feel your insides shrivel under the intensity of it.

“You told Tae but you didn’t call the cops?”

“Hobi asked me not to,” you whisper.

“y/n!” he groans, “It doesn’t matter what Hobi asked you not to do. Child abuse is illegal!”

“We were fifteen, hyung!” Tae interjects.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, scooting away from Jin. The anger in his gaze turns to alarm. He wasn’t trying to push you away and the physical space between you seems suddenly vast and cold. He reaches out to pull you back but you shake your head. “I knew I needed to call the cops. I told him we should but he was so scary and I didn’t want to make him more angry.”

“No, I know,” Jin says, his tone more soothing now, “I’m not mad at you. I just can’t believe Hobi went through all of that and kept it from me. It’s just a lot to take in. He really told you he hoped your dad died?”

You shrug. “He was just upset. It's not like he could have known it was going to happen a week later.”

Jin takes this opportunity to pull you close to him again and tucks your head beneath his chin, “I’ll kill him if you want.”

You lean into him, allowing his warmth to seep into you, and wrap your arms tightly around him. You almost forget that Tae is there too until he groans with disgust and leaves the room. Once he’s gone, Jin takes you gently by the chin and pulls your face up to his.

The kiss you share is gentle and almost soothing — aside from the heat that always seems to radiate in your middle from wanting him — but you know things aren’t resolved, not by a long shot. You pull back to look into his eyes again.

“You can’t kill him. He’s your best friend,” you say.

“I don’t know about that anymore,” he grumbles.

You press your palm softly to his cheek, tracing the tired purple skin beneath his eyes with the pad of your thumb, and offer him an encouraging smile. “You don’t have to make that decision right now. Let’s just watch a movie or something and try to relax until you can talk to Hobi again, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees with a sigh. You nod and go to pull away but his grip on you tightens.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

His eyes are dark and a little bit playful when he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “Your dress. It’s still driving me crazy.”

Your body is suddenly on fire everywhere he’s touching and your stomach starts somersaulting. Didn’t he say he was going to take it slow? And Tae is here. What if he walks back in and finds you guys? And what if you aren’t… quiet?

“y/n,” Jin’s teasing voice brings you back to reality. He’s laughing at you. You frown at him. Why is he laughing? “Stop panicking. We’re not going there tonight!”

“Don’t bring it up if you’re not gonna follow through, SUCKjin!” you whine, swatting at him.

He’s still laughing when he presses his lips to yours again and says sweetly, “I love you, my sweetheart.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

[jadelynlace]

Not My Best / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F! Reader]

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requested by: @nanahachikyuu 💕 and you can find the request here ( I even used the gif! It’s by @therealcalicali and all of her gifs are magic!)

synopsis: even when you feel your worst, Ivar always tries his best.

author’s note / content warnings: fluff. so much fluff it’s like a freaking pillow. brief mentions of period sex, but nothing in depth (much to Ivar’s disappointment because that man does seem to think with only his dick).

pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

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There was a pile of mud. And then there was you—and in your mix of unease, soiled laundry and bloated abdomen, you consider that the pile of mud must be so much more pleasant to look at. And then there was Ivar. Doting on you as if you had broken every bone in your body, still there to tell you that you looked beautiful, and you weren’t as repulsive as you felt. There wasn’t a time you could recall your cycle hitting you this hard, sending every fiber in your body on a trek of craziness and mixing up the emotions you had managed to untangle. The few days had been spent existing in Ivar’s hoodies, hardly leaving his bed even while he was at the shop—and still checking up on you. Sending take out to land at his door step for you, influx of the stupidest animal videos and just as many messages telling you that he loves you.

“They didn’t have cookie dough—please don’t cry,” Ivar starts and your only response is a motion of your middle finger in his general direction. “I got chocolate, and two tubs a vanilla and this pistachio gelato that sounded really good.” Are the next words from his mouth. “And tequila.”

“That sounds like a horrible milk shake,” You mumble back, finally turning to see him from under the mound of blankets, hair down and glasses over his face, dark denim and darker boots and covered with his leather jacket. You only imagined how comical it must have looked to see this man buying the copious amounts of ice cream.

“How are you feeling?”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

“No, but I really want to put something in my patient care report,” Ivar teases and you can’t stop the faint smile that comes from your lips. “They didn’t have the pads you wanted either so I got these ones…” He trails off, holding up a different colorful packaging. “Why do they have sizes on them?”

“The world is against me,” You say back, finally pushing yourself up.

“Seriously, why do they have sizes on them?”

“Are you really asking me that Ivar?” You grumble, snatching the box from his hand as the warmth of the blanket swarm leaves you and you stalk to his bathroom.

“I was raised with four older brothers, and we never got the chance to talk about sizing on feminine products, excuse me,” He calls as the bathroom door closes. When you don’t reply right away Ivar turns in his spot, creeping along the floor boards to stop just out past the threshold. “Are you hungry?” You hear him ask.

“Not really.” You answer, all the hygiene in the world not helping the streaking of crimson between your thighs and you want to scream because your flow has never been this heavy.You don’t hear Ivar answer you, instead just his footsteps walking away and you think he’s going to pull out the only cook book he has and offer it to you like a menu. Finally as clean as you’ll get for the time being you’re out of his bathroom, still covered in his sweatshirt as it swallows you whole, waisting no time to settle back in his bed. When you call out his name he says he’ll be right there and you whine, the noise being echoed back in a much higher pitch by that man. There’s a wait you don’t bother to count and you hear the television click on, still stuck on the same channel from last night and then there’s a plate in your vision on the night stand “What is it?” You ask and you can feel Ivar settle beside you.

“Peanut butter and jelly. My mom used to make them for me when I didn’t feel well,” Ivar answers, his face against your back. A rollercoaster of emotions, already swarming through you like an unruly buzz of bees, kicks back up again and you want to start crying. You tell yourself not to but during the speech in your head they start, sniffles come next and you’re wiping your eyes over the gray terrains of his favorite sweatshirt. “I can take it back if you don’t want it,” Ivar says, sitting up quickly like the sight of the sandwich is going to cause you to burst into flames the longer you look at it.

“You’re being so nice to me,” You say and it makes no sense, and Ivar can’t wipe the confusion from his face.

“Am I mean to you?”

“No but—but you’re being so nice to me,” You repeat.

“Oh….kay….” He replies still offering you a sideways look.

“And I look like crap and I feel like crap and I’m not fun to be around and I’m bloated and ugly and—”

“Stop.” Ivar says sternly, the full power coming back to his voice and it was a tone that warranted authority. It was a tone that you had never heard. “Stop saying those things.” And those words come much more softly, flowing freely as he look at you with the boyish, love sick gaze. Even as his lips pout in disapproval, the faint whisper of the dimple shows and you want to lean closer and kiss it. “I don’t know what is feels like to have a period, so I’m not going to pretend, but none of those things are true.” He starts. “You’re beautiful, even when you look at me with the scowl you’re using right now.” He adds, poking in the end of your nose and your face wrinkles slightly. “I’ll figure out a way to make it go away.”

“It’s called a hysterectomy.”

“No.” Ivar deadpans.

“No, that’s how it goes away.” And Ivar pinches to bridge of his nose.

“You know what helps with cramps?” He asks.

“Alcohol? Midol? A good dose of morphine—I can go get some at the station now that I think about it.”

“Orgasms.” Ivar says bluntly.

“Go tug a few out and I’ll let you know how I feel, alright?” You reply.

“I’m serious.”

“Ivar.”

“Yes, baby?” The way he nearly sings your nickname makes you want to ride him and slap him at the same time.

“I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Too small.” Ivar shrugs.

“Fine.” You say. “Prove it.”

“I’m six foot five and you’re only—”

“I mean the orgasms.” And his mouth closes just as quickly as it opened.

“Seriously?” His voice comes and it’s breathless, like you gave a child the permission to stay up late.

“Oh my god—you’re into that?”

“I’m into most sex, I thought you knew this?” But he’s not wrong, and that thought passed through your face so clearly Ivar chuckles, shrugging his shoulders with a bastard smirk.

“…..Can we cuddle first?” You ask him and Ivar nods. You’re quick to scurry from your spot, climb over him and settle against chest. Hardly a second goes by before his arms are around you, crushing you against him and the safety, serenity, replaces the grueling thoughts and old pulse of pain in your abdomen. Nuzzling him softly you can only produce a hum, Ivar gladly resting his head on yours as you feel the grip of sleep creep closer, rest finally on the horizon. As your eyes slip and your breathing slows, Ivar only relishes in your small frame across his chest, lax and comforted by him and pride swells through him like hurricane winds. Kissing the top of your head, as his nose lingers there for another moment to inhale your scent, shampoo sneaking through his senses and his eyes close too.

“I love you, baby,” Ivar says, so very content.

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[findyourrp]

📚 Hello! 

I am Kat (she/her, 23). I have never sent my own ask lol I’m still figuring out how to write them so bare with me!!

🌸 Fandom:

Novel: The Secret History.

🌸 Ship:

Richard Papen/Henry Winters. (With myself as Henry!)

🌸 Plot:

I want to set this RP pretty early in the story during the time that Richard was working on campus for the winter, and Henry arrives early from Rome and finds Richard in the warehouse. I’m happy to steer away from the canon story and I want to focus on mainly that arc, and the winter they spent living together in Henry’s apartment with him taking care of Richard. I haven’t thought any further than that but it was my favourite arc of the book and one I would love to write for.

🌸 Info about me/Requirements:

My writing style is literate/novella! If you can’t match at least a min of 300 words, I probably won’t be into the RP all that much. Please be descriptive and semi-lit, I always put my all into my replies and expect my partner to extend the same courtesy with proper grammar and capitalization! (I won’t respond to the all lower text in the RP itself).

I ask that anyone who contacts me be at least 20+ but 18+ is okay too. I DO NOT feel comfortable roleplaying with minors so please keep this in mind and please don’t lie about your age.

I also love talking ooc and plotting together with my partners and gushing over the characters; I enjoy making playlists and vision boards for current plots, things like that! OOC is not a big requirement but I’m not against it!!

Please be active/consistent because I try my best to be too :)) If you have to be off for more than a couple of days please let me know, don’t just ghost without saying anything. (I'm in the British/English time zone, by the way!)

I only write on discord too! 

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[sopeverse]

hii!! after *lurking* around here on tumblr i decided to finally make a blog and maybe new friends!! i really like your vibe and content, so i was wondering if you could give me any recommandations for other blogs?

ahh that’s so fun!! happy to have you in the tumblr community, i hope you enjoy it! also, i’m so glad that you like my content - it means a lot 🤍 here’s some blogs that i’m sure you’ll enjoy just as much as i do!

@angelguk, @angellgguk, @artaefact, @bloomsuga, @bonsaikoo, @borathae, @bratkook, @btsaudge, @btssmutgalore, @chillingkoo, @cherryjk, @cinanamon, @cosmoguk, @cutechim, @ddaenysus, @dewykth, @dreamyjoons, @ephemeralkookie, @fakeleaves, @flytomyjoon, @googikoo, @guklvr, @hauntedlilies, @himbojk, @hobidreams, @honeytae, @honorguk, @h0neypjm, @ironicarmy, @jinned, @jjkxla, @jiminmochis, @jkeuphoriadreamland, @joonni, @joonsgalore, @joontopia, @jtrbluv, @jungkxook, @junqkook, @kingsuckjin, @kinktae, @kithtaehyung, @kitsutaes, @ladyartemesia, @latetaektalk, @masterninjacow, @mercurygguk, @minloop, @moononthejoon, @mygsii, @namgee, @nightskyhoseok, @noteguk, @obscenitae, @onherwings, @opaljm, @papillonsgf, @ppersonna, @scribblemetae, @seokiie, @sketchguk, @sleepyjhs, @softyoongiionly, @starglare, @submissive-bangtan, @taerseok, @taetaespeaches, @thotantics, @ttaechwita, @tteokggukk, @ughseoks, @underthejoon, @vantekay, @zibermuda, @1kook 

[sopeverse]

hi! first of all, i hope you’re doing okay. i totally understand if you don’t want to/have the energy to explain this, so feel free to ignore me. i’m trying to understand what’s going on in ireland? the news articles are very general and are talking about unionists/nationalists, which i can vaguely glean the meanings of. i was wondering if you could explain what’s actually happening?

of course! i understand it can be very daunting and confusing to those that don't currently live in Northern Ireland, but as someone who is currently experiencing everything first-hand, i'll try to explain it to my best ability.

for the past few nights rioting and violence has occurred in several places around Northern Ireland such as Belfast and Derry. these are two major cities that have wide communities of both loyalists and nationalists, meaning tensions were already quite high before this weeks violence. if you have trouble grasping these two terms and their meanings:

loyalist - primarily protestant individuals that oppose the idea of an united Ireland and remain loyal to England and the crown, trying to put an end to Irish nationalism in the north of Ireland. they can also be referred to as unionists.

nationalist - primarily catholic individuals that are supporters of a united Ireland and opposers to the British occupancy in areas of NI. they can also be referred to as Irish republicans.

first off, a bit of background information to help you fully understand exactly why people are rioting. around a year ago members of the nationalist political party Sinn Féin attended a funeral for the former IRA intelligence boss Bobby Storey, including deputy first minister Michelle O'Neill. strict limitations on social content were being set in place during this time due to covid and the spread of the virus, causing there to be a harsh backlash to their actions - further putting a wedge in the government as Arlene Foster refused to carry on with joint conferences.

this isn't the only reason for the increasing violence however, tensions have gotten thicker due to the success of Brexit, the UK effectively voting to leave the European Union. this involved the introduction of a border being erected between the north and south of Ireland. such a move breached the stipulations in the 'Good Friday Agreement, the treaty that mostly brought three decades of protestant-catholic bloodshed to an end.

this is a large part of the reason for the rioting. as part of the EU-UK negotiations on Brexit, it was agreed that Northern Ireland would partially remain in the bloc's single market, meaning goods sent over to Northern Ireland from Britain would receive EU custom checks at northern Irish ports - cancelling the need for checks between NI and the Republic of Ireland. this effectively draws a sea broader between Britain and Northern Ireland - loyalists arguing this undermines NI's role in the union.

despite the riots being carried out by teenagers and children as young as 12, it is believed that paramilitary groups (particularly the UVF) are inciting the violence. this is incredibly important if you know anything about Irish history, groups like this have has a hold on our nation for decades, using our children as puppets to achieve their goals and not caring for the blood that will be spilt during, all the while the police force stand idly by.

the PSNI also play a huge part in what is happening now and have always been an issue when it came to being impartial.. despite several nights of rioting in loyalist areas, petrol bombs being thrown nightly and innocent bystanders targeted, the police have done nothing but watch. however, only one of these nights was violence occurring in a nationalist area and the extremity of the rioting was next to none when compared to what had happened on the other side of the peace walls - despite this the police force was quick to bring out the water canons, further proving the institutional sectarianism they were brought up to believe.

when asked to speak on the violence and increasing tensions, our first deputy minister Arlene Foster didn't waste a second to condemn it by saying that it distracted from the 'real criminals' in Sinn Féin - shifting the blame and furthering the issue rather than making plans to restore peace.

i urge anyone reading this to educate themselves on Irish history to understand why the divide here is so strong. The Troubles never ended in Northern Ireland, and with people like this in power, it seems like the Irish people have no light for the future.

[sopeverse]

for bts, who do you think prefers A cup, B cup, and so on size tits ? i saw you did one for stray kids and was wondering what bts would like

‘a’ cup - jin and jungkook

they absolutely love small boobs so much, just because of how tiny and dainty you look when they manhandle you. they praise and admire your smaller tits so much, knowing how insecure you get of them sometimes and never fail to quietly praise and leave small kisses on the small mounds

‘b’ cup - yoongi

man adores how easily your breasts fit into his hands. he likes pulling the straps of your bra down, your breasts spilling out and perking up over the frabic before his hands immediately go to knead at the flesh, loving the slight plush against his palm

‘c’ cup - hoseok

this man is in love with your tits, seeing them bounce as you ride his cock leaves him rutting like a bitch. also likes to smother his face against them, biting and sucking on the skin. he’ll get so cocky the next morning seeing your chest full of his loving bites

‘d’ cup - namjoon, taehyung and jimin

these three men? filthy. they have the worlds biggest kink for large breasts, and never fail to tell you how beautiful you look with your tits straining against your too-small top, your hard nipples peaking through the fabric. they also think the sight of you fucked out beneath them, your chest heaving and lips parted is the most beautiful image ever

[sopeverse]

danni if u had to choose one position to fuck each of the members in which ones would it be 🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐 u can say the same position for different members but only one per member! mayb add a little reasoning too if u want to dont be shy 🤭😋😋

askshjs thank you for sending this my lovely little hoe

missionary - jin and jungkook

imagine being under these two boys with your legs pressed flushed against your chest, pinned down by their strong hands as they continue to relentlessly pound into your dripping core. this posisition allows them to fuck harder and deeper inside of you, panting harshly above you with sweat glistened skin and disheveled hair as the edge you towards orgasm.

cowgirl - yoongi

he loves to fuck you in his studio chair, watching you comepletly exposed to him as you sink onto his awaiting length makes him groan and tremble beneat you. he’ll keep a strong grip on your hips, circling them on-top of his cock as small grunts slip past his lips, rutting further into your core.

spooning - hoseok

this is probably the most softest and loving sex position ever. having your back pressed tightly against his chest, his arms holding you close as his cock curves into your cunt, small kisses being placed just under your ear while you clench tightly around him. he always has his fingers intertwined with your own and you both absolutely adore the intimacy of the pose.

reverse cowgirl - namjoon

he’s the biggest tease and this position allows him to further overstimulate you. he’ll pound deeply inside of you, groaning lowly at the sting of your nails digging into his thighs, your pussy throbbing desperately around him. he’ll eventually clamp a large hand over your mouth, silencing your whimpers before bringing his free hand to your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud slowly as he grunted the filthiest words behind you.

doggy style - jimin and taehyung

they adore the sight of your back arching into them, ass pressed against their hips as they bottom out inside your wet core, moaning at the feeling your warm walls engulfing them completely. they also like pulling slightly on your hair, before leaving sloppy kisses on the expanse of your spine while you desperately grasp at the sheets below you, begging for more.