#(head in hands) I WILL get better at animation. I WILL get better at animation. I WILL

[clockwayswrites]

A Bird's Wings - Part 30

masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3

Danny’s first thought when he woke up in the morning was how rested he was.

It was almost shocking.

He’d been so exhausted for for the past few weeks that to feel rested was a relief that almost made him cry.

Danny’s second thought was about his wings, which he still seemed to have. That was a pretty quick revelation caused by the fact that he was asleep on his stomach. The wings pulled at the sheets as he stretched lazily. At least they hurt less than yesterday at least. He was careful as he sat up, a cumbersome affair with the wings. It basically resulted in Danny getting his legs off the side of the large bed and simply standing up backwards, but at least it did result in him standing.

Grateful for Alfred’s thoroughness, Danny brushed his teeth before taking an awkward shower. He kept to the shower wand only and tried to keep as much water off his wings as possible. Despite the care, he still felt (and looked) like a rain ruffled bird after he had dressed in the modified sweater and a pair of his normal pants. He did what he could to at least tame his hair, swallowed his morning medication, and left the sanctuary of his borrowed room.

“Master Danny, impeccable timing,” Alfred said when Danny came across him in what Danny thought was the foyer. “Breakfast will be served in half an hour in the kitchen. Would you like some coffee or tea to start your day?”

“Coffee would be great, if it’s not any trouble,” Danny said with a bashful smile. He still wasn’t quite sure how to handle Alfred’s uncanny ability to show up and offer his service.

“A standard request of coffee is hardly trouble,” Alfred said in such a way that Danny felt bad for trying to be polite.

He didn’t think that his Midwest manners were going to get him very far in this house. Manor.

Still trying to puzzle out how his life got him into things like this, Danny followed Alfred to the kitchen. Bruce was already there, looking still half a sleep as he sipped on his own mug of coffee. For the moment, the table was children free.

“Cream or sugar?” Alfred ask as he headed towards the counter.

“Cream please,” Danny said. He turned to Bruce and gave a little smile. “Morning, Bruce.”

“Good morning, Danny,” Bruce said, his voice a low, sleepy rumble. (Danny did his best to fight the blush that the tone caused.) “Would you like some help drying off your wings?”

So much for not blushing. “Ah, yeah. That would be really nice. I tried to do what I could, but…”

Bruce chuckled softly. “Completely understandable. It’s a very awkward angle to try and manage.” He set down his mug and stood. “Fortunately for you, Damian is quite the animal buff and I was sent some very extensive articles on caring for wings.”

“Oh gods,” Danny said. The words were muffled by the way he buried his burning face into his hands.

“Damian simply wants the best for you,” Bruce pointed out.

“Sure, but still,” Danny said. He rubbed at his face as he let himself lean his head back and stare up at the ceiling for a moment, “I’m not a pet.”

Danny saw Bruce come over out the corner of his eye, towel in hand, and rolled his head a little to glance at him. He thought it was progress that he didn’t flinch when Bruce reached out, clearly telegraphing his motion, to run a hand over Danny’s wing.

“No one thinks that you’re a pet, Danny,” Bruce said with so much sincerity in his eyes that Danny had to look away. “Knowing how to take care of your wings is the same as making sure that Damian has easy access to vegetarian meals or that the computers at the manor have a dyslexic friendly font installed for Dick or that Barbara can easily get around in her wheelchair. Your wings, even if only sometimes, are part of you. And for better or worse, my family and I seem rather intent to see you well.”

Danny rubbed at the back of his neck as he glanced back at Bruce. “Part of it may be that I’m not exactly used to that sort of attention. I mean, Lucius tries to make me take care of myself, as well as some coworkers, but in Gotham that sort of feels more like new rogue prevention,” Danny joked.

Luckily Bruce chuckled at that. “I am sorry that we’re so overwhelming.”

“No, don’t be. It’s… excuse the bird analogy, but it’s just a very full nest, isn’t it? It feels cozy. It’s just something different to try and wrap my head around,” Danny explained. “And I won’t pretend that I don’t still have issues, as much as it’s something that I’ve worked really hard on personally and in therapy, dying at fourteen leaves a person with some issues.”

Not to mention being a super hero, staying half dead, dying a second time, and all of the other things that went on during his high school years.

“Yes, I would imagine so,” Bruce said after a pause. His voice was soft and sad.

“Bruce—”

“Sorry,” Bruce said. “When Jason was fifteen, we thought he had died. He ended up out of reach and with extensive brain trauma and memory loss. I know how much it effected him. I’m sorry you had to go through something at that age also.”

Danny squeezed one of Bruce’s hands where it was clasped tightly around a towel. “He’s here now. He’s alive and he seems happy. He has a boyfriend and everything. I’m not saying it doesn’t still pull at him, but it hasn’t dragged him to the bottom. At least not anymore.”

Bruce smile was a somber, soft thing. “Thank you. And you’re here too.”

Danny blinked at that. Bruce wasn’t wrong. He didn’t know almost any of the story, but he wasn’t wrong. Wings and all, Danny was still alive. He smiled softly back. “Yeah, I am.”

[marscantread7]

Mdni man😭😭😭 it gets filthy I fear.

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Thinking abt Xavier and Caleb both spotting you across the street, calling out your name at the same time. They shoot each other a glare, wondering who the fuck this random guy is talking to you. You look over and wave, but point at your phone, and in a different direction, indicating you have plans and can't talk to either before getting lost in the crowd.

Cut to Xavier and Caleb in a coffee shop sitting across from each other, glaring daggers.

"Name?"

"Xavier, you?"

"Caleb. How do you know her?"

"Through work, you?"

"Childhood friends." Which causes Xavier to huff.

They drink their coffee in silence before Xavier says he has to leave for "important work matters" which gives Caleb the perfect opportunity to stalk Xavier. He... becomes obsessed. Following Xavier everywhere, finding out he lives in the apartment right above yours, discovering that Xavier is the beloved Lumiere, watching him frantically look for and destroy protocores. He's even sort of endeared by how much Xavier sleeps and how tired he is all the time. What's so fascinating abt this guy that has you attached at the hip when you aren't with Caleb?

Both you and Xavier really need to get some curtains or blinds for your apartments, bc Caleb will sit on the roof of the adjacent building, watching both of you fuck like wild animals. Jealousy's ugly head rearing his mind at the thought of smb else watching you guys. Watch as Xavier's cock plows deep into you, your bodies glistening with sweat. Fuck... what he would give to be there with you both, fucking you and making Xavier watch... fucking Xavier as Xavier fucks you- wait.

And it's with his cock heavy in his hand, pre-cum drooling from the tip that Caleb realizes he wants you and Xavier. The thought of smb else watching you both, talking to you both, fucking you both... he can't stand it.

He starts joining in on your hangouts with Xavier, even trying to hang out with Xavier one on one. Xavier's a bit suspicious at first, especially considering his first meeting with Caleb, but he eventually warms up to him. Caleb notices how jealous and possessive Xavier is over you, and he can't help but want that for himself as well. Fuck... the thought of fucking the jealousy out of Xavier, reassuring him that he doesn't want anyone except for you and him. Caleb has to excuse himself to the bathroom to rub one out before he actually loses his mind.

It took some time, but Caleb did it. He won Xavier over, and he felt like a fucking God, being brought back to Xavier's apartment one night, making the pretty boy kneel for him. Xavier looking up with wide, blue eyes. Fuck, Caleb kinda wants to fuck his mouth, so that's exactly what he does.

Xavier gags on his dick so beautifully. Caleb wanted to remember this moment forever, so ofc he had to pull his phone out to record and take pictures. Slapping his spit soaked cock on Xavier's face as the man gasped for air, calling him a good boy.

"Yeah, you like choking on this fat cock? Come on baby, why don't you choke on my cum too?" And that's exactly what Xavier does. Caleb buries himself to the hilt, spilling down Xavier's throat, growling as he feels Xavier's throat constrict, gagging on his cum.

Fucking Xavier felt even better than he imagined. Xavier was so fucking tight, Caleb actually thought he was gonna suffocate.

"Poor boy's all cock drunk? Yeah? Come on, fuck yourself on this cock, ik you want it, greedy fucking boy. Ooh, fuck don't tighten up like that, fuck."

And that's how it goes. Caleb just talking Xavier through it, Xavier a whining, drooling mess, which he gets called out on. "Dumb boy's drooling? Hm? Close that pretty mouth baby, stay quiet. Should save all that spit for this cock, right?"

So Xavier's stuck biting his lip, trying to swallow back the whimpers. Who knew Caleb would be so fucking rough??? Xavier literally feels like he's on cloud nine, mind only focused on the thick cock plowing deep into him, hitting his prostate spot on with each thrust. They go all night, Caleb finally sated once the sun comes up, and they both end up passing out on Xavier's giant beanbag chair, covered by a small throw blanket.

That's how you find them when you visit Xavier'a apartment to check on him after you hadn't gotten a good morning message. Xavier wrapped in Caleb's arms, covered in hickeys and bite marks, sleeping peacefully. Your utterly confused bc when did this even come about??? But who cares, at least you won't have to pick between them now. Makes your life so much easier

Bonus-

Xavier getting really jealous bc smb tried flirting with you and Caleb, so you guys take him back to your place and show him that he's the only one you both want. You riding Xavier slowly, making him suck on your thumb as Caleb fucks him slow and deep, really making him feel it.

"This cock is all yours baby. Nobody else but you can have it. Gonna fill you to the brim. Mark you as mine. You want that, my good boy? To be claimed?"

Caleb's mouth is so fucking filthy, making your hips twitch, cumming on Xavier's cock. Caleb just hugs your back to his chest, muttering at you to keep riding Xavier.

"This night's all about our pretty boy. Don't be selfish and stop just bc you got all desperate and came. Ride his cock, baby. Yeah, just like that."

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Yeah.... Idk what this is man. I'm just really fucking horny rn chat, I'm sorry😭😭😭

[mayanneaa]

gossip girl - ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ.

PAIRING : jj maybank x reader

SUMMARY : you train jj to be a proper gossiper.

WARNING(S) : established relationship!! slight swearing but it's pure fluff!, not proofread

A/N : xoxo. my tummy hurts so fucking bad. also this one's ending might be a little shitty forgive me pls (divider by @roseraris)

WC : 1k

masterlist.

“JJ!” You exclaim, skipping through the Chateau, looking for your boyfriend. The air is sticky, filled with the smell of wood, salt, and beer.

You make your way through the living room and spot your boyfriend in the back, lying on one of the hammocks.

He covers his face with his arm, slowly bujając się.

“Jay, you have to hear this!”

JJ sits up the second he hears your voice, his eyes almost shut. “Hi, baby.”

He extends his arms, and you quickly hug him, leaving a peck on his lips.

“Okay, so you better hold on to this hammock, because—”

“Woah, woah. Wait,” he says, rubbing his eyes and ruszając się, trying to give you some space. “What’s going on?”

You grit your teeth while sitting on the edge of the worn-out material, not being able to keep this to yourself any longer. “Ugh, remember when I told you my mom asked me to go help the Jones? They just moved back here but without Ben.”

JJ furrows his brows, “Ben? The father…?”

You nod, “Yes! Well, their daughter is our age, and, by the way, she’s super sweet! Maybe I should invite her over here—”

“You’re drifting off the topic, baby.” JJ reminds you, now fully awake and interested in your story.

“Yeah, right. When I got there, she seemed kinda sad and annoyed, so as the good person that I am, I asked her what was wrong, and she spilled the whole tea! Everything!” You ramble, animating with your arms, and JJ watches your every move with a slight smile, clearly amused.

“She said her father cheated on Ms. Jones with a girl who’s barely 20! Do you understand that?!”

JJ giggles under his breath, lying back down. “Yeah. That’s so fucking messed up…”

“Right?” you say before you take a deep breath, “She mentioned that that side chick used to live here and that we might know her, but i have no idea who could that be.”

“Damn, you gossip like an old lady.” Your boyfriend says, pulling you to his chest. You gasp, dramatically placing your hand on your heart.

“I will find out. I mean, who cheats on such a beautiful woman like Ms. Jones? Especially this… this Ben? He looks like he sneaked onto the Earth—”

“Woah, woah, chill!”

You sit on the couch in your living room, sipping the juice from the recipe you just tried out and trying to get through a book when you get a notification.

With a sigh, you reach for your phone to read the message you got from JJ. He’s supposed to pick up his hoodie, which he left there last week.

A few minutes later the comfortable silence gets broken with the loud ring of the bell.

JJ doesn’t even hesitate, he just comes in without a second thought. You take a look at his face and can immediately tell he’s not in the best mood. He immediately comes up to you.

“Hi,” you say as he leans in to kiss the top of your head. “What’s up?”

He grunts, “I had to go and fix the AC at the Jones house. They were talking so fucking loud my head feels like exploding—”

You let out a gasp, and your eyes glisten. “At the Jones? What were they talking about?”

JJ squints his eyes, “Uhh I don’t know? I stopped paying attention after some man joined in.”

You look at him, disappointment mixed with disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Well, yeah, they were arguing so I just did my thing and left.”

You groan. “You are kidding me. JJ, you could’ve heard something about the drama!”

He widens his eyes, a sheepish smile crawling onto his lips. “Ohhh, right… I’m sorry, baby.”

Your lips form into a pout, and JJ raises his eyebrows. “Nuh-uh, don’t pout at me for this. I’m not a gossiper, you know that.”

“Well, I know, I know…”

“But I promise I’ll tell you anything I hear.”

You sigh and hug him, breathing in his scent. “You better.”

You don’t even know when did you drift off to sleep, sitting on the back porch at the Chateau. The soft breeze and whistles of wind put you to sleep like a lullaby.

The front doors close with a loud crack, announcing that JJ has returned from the shop. You and the Pogues were supposed to have dinner tonight, and your boyfriend had to go and buy all the missing ingredients.

“Baby, you won’t believe it!”

You slowly open your eyes, eyelids fluttering from the orange sunset sky. You hum, and JJ runs outside, the grocery bag still in his hand.

“Did you get everything?” You ask, stretching your arms with a yawn.

“Yeah, I think so, anyway…” He speaks so fast you have to gain your consciousness quickly in order to understand what he’s saying. “Guess who I met at the store!”

You squint, trying to come up with a name in your mind, still fogged up with sleep. “Rafe?”

JJ shakes his head and you click your tongue.

“Topper?”

“No!” he gets a bit frustrated, a sight that makes you laugh. “What was a thing you were super invested in?”

Your eyes widen. “The Jones?”

JJ’s grin grows even wider. “Yes! Oh my God, would you believe that the man I saw is actually Ms. Jones’ new boyfriend? And that’s not the best part. He’s Ben’s cousin who’s much more successful too! This man owns four different restaurants and has three houses in Asia, Europe, and South America. He’s crazy rich!”

You gasp. “Wow. You really clocked all of this, didn’t you?”

He looks at you, a proud look on his face. “Duh. It was so much fun!”

JJ starts to tell you the story about how he had to follow them in different isles to hear everything and in the meantime, you check the grocery bag.

“…Then they moved to the dairy fridges, so naturally I went after them and—”

“JJ.”

“Huh?”

“You forgot half of the products...”

[xoxochb]

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“these are us if we were jellycats.”

you hold up two stuffies. a seahorse and a turtle. your grin never falters as you hand the seahorse to percy.

“this is you.” you point to the seahorse in his hand, then back to the turtle you hold. “and this is me!”

“why am I the seahorse though?”

you shrug. “I dunno. because you like seahorses?”

“hm. I do, you’re right, sweet girl.”

you rub your thumb over the soft fur of the stuffie, quietly admiring it, before sitting up and placing it at the end of your bed. you reach back and rip the seahorse out of percy’s hands too, placing it directly next to your turtle.

you squeal and fall back onto the bed beside percy who wraps his arms back around you, pulling your frame into his. his chin rests atop your head as he eyes the stuffies.

“are you gonna leave them there all night?”

“yeah. they’re gonna sleep together.”

“oh are they? can I watch?”

you remove your head from beneath his chin, reaching up to slap his head. “don’t be a pervert.”

“I’m not!” he laughs.

“you just insinuated that our stuffed animals would be having sex and you wanted to watch! that’s perverted, einstein.”

“but you said the stuffed animals were you and me!”

“doesn’t change anything.”

you roll your eyes and return to your prior position. “keep denying it.”

“I’m not— okay.” percy knows better than to argue with you.

you smile happily into his chest knowing you had won the argument.

when he presumes you’re not paying attention, percy kicks the stuffed animals off the bed. but, again, he knew better than to assume with you.

you sit upwards quickly, removing his arms from around you. “you are such an ass!”

you let the blankets fall from your naked frame (though thankfully you had decided to leave on your underwear), and reach on the floor to grab the stuffed animals, rising back up to place them back in their spots.

you return back to lay again, this time on your back despite percy draping his arm back around you. his chin rests on your shoulder this time.

“it was an accident, sweet girl.”

“you hate my stuffed animals, just say it.”

“no, I love them.”

“then why’d you kick them off?!”

you regret asking the question after you feel his smile against your skin. “so they wouldn’t have sex. you know how handsy that seahorse can get sometimes.”

“believe me, I know.” you place your hand on the arm percy had draped around your waist.

“so then why’d you let them lay together again?”

you sigh. “because the turtle likes the seahorse a little too much for her own liking.”

“that’s what I thought, sweet girl.”

[strayingawayy]

extra credit...

...the one where jisung is an infuriating fuck, but fuck, he's a hot fuck

aka playboy jisung x nerd reader (warnings: lil bit of crude language, swearing, sexual jokes)

you’re trying to study.

keyword: trying.

because sitting across from you, balancing a pencil on his nose and looking insufferably pleased with himself, is han jisung. self-proclaimed campus casanova, owner of a 3.0 gpa (on a good day), and, unfortunately or fortunately, your assigned partner for the semester-long research project and personal eye candy for this dramatically long assignment. not that you'd ever admit that last part.

"you know," he says, letting the pencil drop onto the open textbook that sits upside down, "for someone so smart, you make terrible life choices."

you give him a flat look. "oh? do elaborate."

"yeah," jisung leans in, smirking. "like choosing to study when you could be doing literally anything else. like, i don't know, your very handsome, very charming study partner."

you blink. "if i was out doing people, i'd find a better man to do, jisung."

"ouch," he clutches his chest, wincing and rubbing his palm across his deliriously large pec which you're sure should be supported by a bra by the end of the semester. "that actually hurt a little."

"good," you say, flipping a page with your thumb. "pain builds character."

"so does dating me." he grins. "think of all the life experience you'd gain. and don't think i didn't notice your little naruto reference there, nerd." he says the last word like it sits disgustingly on his tongue.

"think of all the brain cells i'd lose," you say, ignoring his comment on your brilliant taste in anime.

jisung snorts, tilting his chair back. "you wound me, nerd."

"good. maybe you'll be hurt enough to actually sit on your ass properly for once."

he does the exact opposite, kicking his feet up on the chair next to him. "seriously though," he says, stretching. "i don’t know why you work so hard. you already have the highest gpa in the class. what’s a few missed assignments?"

"excuse me?" you gape at him, flabbergasted. "a few missed assignments? jisung, that’s academic blasphemy, it's sacrilegious, it's lamentable. it-"

"see, this is why we balance each other out," he says, pointing at you and sighing, as though recovering from the heavy vocabulary you just dumped on him.

"you take things too seriously. i teach you how to chill, to fuck, to appreciate hot men and women, yada yada yada and in return, you help me get through this class without flunking out. win-win."

"more like i win, you leech off my intelligence," you mutter, but he just grins, completely unbothered as he runs a hand through his stupid, fluffy hair.

"so," he drawls, voice going slightly deeper, "if i get an A on this project, do i get extra credit?"

"no."

"damn. what if i get an A and take you out to dinner?"

you pause, leveling him with a look. "isn't that just you getting extra credit?"

jisung winks. "now you’re getting it."

"unbelievable," you mutter, shaking your head.

"but tempting," he teases.

you throw an eraser at him.

he catches it smoothly and fuck, he looks hot, still grinning. "baby steps, sweetheart. baby steps."

the nickname has you telling your foolish heart to be still before it ruins this one for you.

[potatobugxo]

Hello <3 I see your requests for Poppy Playtime are open. May I request Yarnaby being somehow turned into a possible reluctant ally by The Player? ( Personally, It sounds better to describe it in that way rather than Yarnaby being tamed. ) I haven't gone through all of Chapter 4 but this lil(?) guy captured my heart since his teaser!! I'd imagined The Player would have to be very strategic and crossed their fingers for dear luck in their pursuit of convincing Yarnaby enough to not hunt them.

Thank you! 🎀

sure thing!

warnings: brief mentions of abuse

-when you traverse through the prison portion of the factory and encounter yarnaby, the rainbow-maned lion proceeds to hunt you down under the doctor's orders

-you avoid him at all costs at first, the thought of being torn to shreds by the lion-like toy scared you to no end

-until you had a thought, a rather risky one. maybe you could get yarnaby on your side

-yarnaby has been psychologically tortured to follow the doctor's orders, to hunt and to kill, so breaking down the feral barrier of the toy may prove difficult, but did you have any other choice?

-you couldn't kill him, you felt too bad for him to do that. if there was a soul trapped behind those large black eyes, then you had to reach it, for both your sake and for his

-so when he is hunting you through the lower depths of the playtime prison, you grow tired of playing cat and mouse and decide to take your chances with the beastly toy

-you boldly jump in front of yarnaby, splaying your arms out as if trying to make yourself look bigger than him. he lets out a startled growl, his face opening to reveal his multiple sets of teeth

-"whoa, whoa, there! I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. But *he* will."

-yarnaby swipes at you with his claws and you jump away with a yelp

-"just hold on! we can help each other out! I know there's someone in there, you're not just a monster like the doctor says you are. We can get out of this place together, what do you say?"

-the small bit of consciousness yarnaby has left settles him down, tilting his head as if heeding your words.

-he sits like a little cat as you reach your hand out toward him. you're still partially terrified, but he was just a big toy animal after all, and maybe he could be swayed over with a pat like any other dog or cat (maybe)

-to your surprise, yarnaby lets you pet him, and you stroke your palm over his rainbow mane of yarn

-"there we go. see? we can be friends! you won't have to be trapped down here anymore. I'll help you find a way out."

-yarnaby lets out a noise, and then lowers his head to your level. maybe whoever was in there was listening after all.

[haru-kuneko]

Hey there! I mostly write sci-fi and mystery novels with a lot of lore. I know they're not perfect but hope you (and li'l Tutter) or someone else you know can check them out on Wattpad if you're interested.

BIOMETRICS

A sci-fi, espionage graphic novel set in the 2030's where a lone traveling writer is entrusted to adopt four unlikely children from different parts of the world by his friend (who is the head of a secret spy organization 'BIOMETRICS') and later those kids get to be trained as spy agents in order to protect the world from being invaded by aliens known as The SECRYPHITES. The overall visuals and story may suck at first as I made this way back in college but I can assure you it starts to get better as you read along. It also has a sequel which is a lot darker and unpredictable.

TCOTRB (The Case Of The Red Bubble) and AMANDI: The Secret Messenger

Set in the 2050's Philippines when the country had just been rebuilt following a deadly storm that almost entirely wiped off the face of the map ten years ago. We follow fourteen-year-old Milo Sidaris, a socially awkward kid who spends most of his time on the Internet, who suddenly uncovers one of the country's deadly mysteries involving the deserted island known as The Capital/Red Dome which was closed off by the government in the past. Together with his new ragtag friends, they discover those who dare approach it would either disappear or be driven insane and it's up to them to figure out what exactly happened as well as who (or what) lurks beneath it. The sequel "AMANDI" continues on the events of TCOTRB five years later. Both are supposed to take inspiration from many YA stories that I once grew up with as a kid while tackling issues of poverty, immigration, discrimination and generational trauma. Also, fun fact: TCOTRB has actually been in the works when I was 12 but it's only now did I started reviving the concept. AMANDI, on the other hand, was inspired by Murder Drones, The Fiend with Twenty Faces by Edogawa Ranpo and Detective Conan.

SYNTHETIC BLUE

A rather experimental sci-fi, detective graphic novel set in the 22nd century in the fictional Blue City (which is like a place for social outcasts) where we meet twelve-year-old Jane Sandberg, the daughter of a reclusive Prime Minister and his wife, who spent most of her life locked away from the rest of the world in their mansion that stood in the middle of the woods. After running away from home and forming an unlikely friendship with two boys named Carlos "Oz" Carino (age 12) and former professional daredevil Lukas Olafsson (age 19), the trio get together to uncover the dark secrets surrounding the city and Jane's family. I actually came up with this idea of a powerful politician building a huge city in the frigid regions of Northern Sweden after being inspired by the villain from "BNA: Brand New Animal." A lot of the scenes are drawn on an iPhone. Believe it or not, I just thought of publishing a book without any outline, script or storyboard while simply going along with it. If you don't mind reading some random, whimsical story with a bit of trauma, this might be for you!

Also, my Tumblr blog is pretty random as I tend to make fandom-related stuff as that's how I get more attention as compared to my original content.

CALLING ACTIVE WRITEBLRS

Hi hello. My dashboard as been feeling sparse the last few weeks and I want to get some more writers on my feed. I made one of these a few months back that introduced me to so many new people so I'm back again to find new writers

My main genres/tropes/yada yada are:

Fantasy - Dark, High, Low stakes whatever just give me that mythical feeling and I'm yours bbg

Sci-fi - I've been trying to get more into it

Literally any romances - Slow burn, meet cute, meet ugly, they fell first they fell harder, star crossed lovers, whatever. give me it all

I'm a dragon fiend

Please interact with this so I can check out all your beautiful blogs and devour your writing. I offer you a tutter mouse for your time thank you

[writememysticfalls]

Love Sick | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Klaus treats you like trash, but you keep falling into his bed. One night, Elijah confronts you about it.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Genre: Suggestive, Angsty

Word count: <1k

You staggered out of Klaus's room at 3AM, sobbing. You dragged the sleeve of your party dress over your eyes. Blood was sticky on your neck.

Klaus's bedroom door opened, and a bundle of your clothes was thrown out.

You grabbed them, and walked to the door.

In the dark, you didn't notice that a figure was leaning against the door, stopping you from leaving.

You flicked on the light, and gasped.

Elijah was standing there, staring at you.

“Get out of my way,” you sniffed.

Elijah frowned, his thumb flicking a tear off your jaw. “What did that bastard do to you?”

“None of your business,” you said, reaching for the doorhandle.

Rolling his eyes, Elijah took off his jacket and thrust it at you. “Take this, at least.”

You were going to refuse, but then a shiver ran through you. You grabbed the jacket. It smelled like Elijah - perfumed, yet earthy.

As you opened the door, you could feel his dark eyes on you, on the holes in your ripped dress.

You turned. “You have no right to look at me like that. You live with Klaus!”

Elijah scoffed. “And I've learnt to look the other way as he treats beautiful women like animals. But not you, Y/n. You… can do better than him.”

“Oh yeah?” you said. “And you could give me so much more than Klaus?” You grabbed his collar, bringing your face right up to his. “Save it,” you whispered. “You men are all the same.”

You let him go, roughly. Elijah rubbed his neck, his eyes on you.

You met Elijah's eye. “At least, before Klaus treats me like crap, he gives me a nice good fuck.”

Elijah's lips fell open.

You liked how shocked he looked, how hurt. You were sick of Elijah pitying you. Well, you'd won this time.

To your surprise, he didn't leave. He stepped towards you.

His eyes never leaving yours, he knelt and kissed your hand. You shivered for a whole new reason.

“It is sad to see that little has changed since I was a young man,” he said. “Great women still believe they have to let men push them around to find pleasure.”

“And you wouldn't push me around?” you said.

“Oh, Y/n,” he murmured, dragging his soft lips along your wrist, up your arm, to place a wet kiss in the hollow beneath your collarbone. “I would do you like a gentleman.”

Your nostrils flared. “Yeah, right.”

Elijah lifted you by the waist, and somehow, you knew to wrap your legs around him.

He spun you around, slowly. You let your head fall back, your hair cascading. In his arms, you felt above everything, above Klaus.

“Y/n,” he said in your ear, “I would never send you away at the break of dawn. I would wake you in the morning with a hundred kisses.”

He kissed an invisible trail along each of your collarbones, then finally, in the gap between.

It was a totally different feeling to being with Klaus. You were used to excitement, a little fear - but not this. Not this melting.

Elijah let you down, slowly. His hands moved down your body, lightly grazing each scratch and cut on your skin. “I would never make you call out in pain.” His eyes narrowed naughtily. “Only in pleasure.”

Suddenly, his face was deadly serious. His fingers felt cold as he wiped away your tears. He spoke through gritted teeth. “And this I promise you, Y/n. I will never make you cry.”

You narrowed your eyes at Elijah, thrusting your chin up at him. “Things have changed a little since you were you were young. You might be a gentleman, but I'm no lady.”

Eliijah smiled, watching you intently. “Then I suppose you’ll have to teach me how to pleasure the modern woman."

You smiled, interlacing your fingers with his. “Challenge accepted.”

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[the-artist-grimm]

out of curiosity, what else is on the "contraband list" in the cult? (presumably at least lilies, considering they're fatally toxic to cats)

The 'Contraband List' is mostly things Anthea's marked off as either A. potentially dangerous for heath reasons. Or B. potentially dangerous for order reasons. Usually after someone did a thing and Anthea realized 'ok not doing that one again'. At the moment:

Ambrosia (Can kill a mortal with one glass due to the potency, and can make gods/former gods very very DRUNK. The Bishops somehow found a bottle once and all 5 including Narinder managed to get drunk as HECK off it. Kallamar broke out into musical soliloquies and tried forcing people to join him. Leshy started at least three small fires. Heket started a brawl. Shamura completly forgot what century it was and thought they were in a battle from 2000 years ago. Narinder broke down gross sobbing while crying to what he thought was the Lamb (it was a scarecrow). The lamb leaves the compound for barely a day and returns to their husband and in-laws wrecking havoc, then has to deal with the headache of 5 godly hangovers)

Catnip (Too broad a range of side-effects and too wide a range of effect for Anthea's comfort. Exposure can happen even at a decent distance/side effects begin after only seconds, so it's a better be safe than sorry measure. Someone likely tried having some once and accidentally got all the cats in the compound high, effects ranging from mellow to aggressive to hallucinating)

Menticide Mushroom (They are in stock at the medial tent for extreme pain treatments ONLY, and are dosed out in very small amounts to avoid addiction/overdosing. Too high a dose can cause hallucinations, violent behavior as a result of said hallucinations, sickness, or death. Anthea has them locked in a cabinet only the head healer can open)

Follower Meat (Cannibalism is EXTREMELY prohibited, however in rare cases where new converts came from a faction heavily dependent on it Anthea will stock it on a case by case basis as they try to wean them off it. They usually will source it from heretics, though typically former disciples of Heket (as they were accustomed to it) are tasked with the hunt as Anthea can't stomach it. Goal is to ease them back into a normal diet.)

Fireworks/Sparklers (They are allowed on holidays to an extent but everyone can say thank you to the Chaos Disciples for deciding to pull a prank and nearly burn down the barn. Now Anthea has to lock them in their room just so people can still use them for holidays)

Unsealed Drink Barrels or Potion Vials from Smuggler's Sanctuary Nightmarket (namely due to the risk of poison or contaminants. Alcohol/Potions are permitted and typically purchased from there, but unless it's been stamped and sealed by Plimbo's personal sources it cannot be trusted, and if brought in Anthea will dump it out just to be safe. While most sellers in the market are honest stamp or not, some mix different unknown elements into their goods to either bulk up their amount or lower their production cost)

As for Lilies I'm not 100% sure, mostly because all animals have a handful of flowers/plants that can and will EASILY kill them, like ivy is toxic to a lot of animals, citrus, tomatoes, ect. Like really common plants, so outside of catnip I'm mostly just ignoring if X flower can kill X animal cause knowing me I WILL go on a research rabbit hole trip ^^;

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

DEAR!

when they realize they're falling for you

gender neutral reader

feat. argenti, moze, sunday, jing yuan

content warning(s): nonsexual nudity/bathing (sunday)

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ ARGENTI

Argenti realizes he’s falling in love with you when he returns from a particularly grueling mission and sees you preparing dinner for him. It’s something so simple and so everyday, yet Argenti has unfortunately gotten used to depriving himself of even the small things sometimes. As a devoted Knight of Beauty, he’s grown accustomed to living in poverty and getting by with very few things in his possession. But yet you insist on fawning over him and tending to him with the attention that he doesn’t think he deserve, and even though he feels unworthy of loving you since he believes his path is meant to be taken alone, there’s still something so comforting about returning to a warm meal and your fussing rather than the empty spaceship he’s grown too used to.

“You really need to start keeping more food around,” you scold Argenti as the knight quietly takes his seat at the table. “There’s only so much I can do with bread, some cheese, and a handful of dried fruit.”

You peer over at Argenti, who offers up an apologetic smile. You wish he wasn’t so handsome and good-hearted at times. Maybe then you could be harsher about his negligence towards his health and feel less guilty about it. Knowing him, he wouldn’t even have bothered cooking and would have just eaten the bread, cheese, and fruit as they were. You sigh and shake your head before taking the pot off of the stove and placing it squarely in front of him.

“You’re lucky that I care so much about you.” You slide some more plates in his direction. One is filled with toasted baguette slices, and the other has some jam you managed to coax from rehydrating the dried fruits. “I figured I could make some fondue with the cheese and decided to make something sweet with the fruit. Go ahead, have a bite. You must be hungry from romping around all day.”

His hands tremble a little as he carefully spreads some molten cheese and sticky jam over the baguette slices, and under your scrutinizing gaze, Argenti takes a tentative bite of the meal you’ve prepared for him. Like you described, it really is nothing special, and it’s as simple of a meal as it can get. But knowing that you labored over it, putting in your time and effort so that he’d have something nice to eat, makes his heart squeeze inside of his chest as if threatening to suffocate him from the inside out. 

It tastes good. Better than anything Argenti’s ever had. The brittle crust of the baguette, the salty tang of the cheese, and the sugary flavor of the fruit jam… It’s the perfect meal to fill his stomach and his soul.

“Do you like it?” You ask him, the snark in your voice melting away to reveal your true, genuine concern.

He looks towards you, eyes softening in a way only love could. “Yes, love. It’s delicious.”

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ MOZE

Moze realizes he’s falling in love with you when he lets you sneak up on him to surprise him with a hug. Being an assassin means that showing his back is something unthinkable. Even in the wild, animals are evolved not to show their back or their weak spots, lest they end up killed before they can kill. And yet, whenever you’re involved, Moze wonders what about you has him willing to turn the other eye to let you creep up to him. Logically, he knows what he’s doing is dangerous. What if you were to backstab him? What if someone were to take advantage of you to get to him? But above any of those doubts is the clear fact that he trusts you. Moze trusts you. And it’s from there that he can find security in his love for you. 

The streets of the Luofu are loud and filled with sounds that Moze isn’t familiar with. And  yet, in the short time he’s been here, he’s already grown used to it enough to pick out what are everyday noises and what are noises that might indicate danger. It’s his duty to organize and process information like this as quickly as possible—even a few seconds is enough to prove to be the decisive factor between life and death. 

He supposes this second-nature part of him is why he hears you before anything else. He can hear the telltale swish of your clothes against your body and the soft inhales and exhales he’s grown to become so fond of. He has half a mind to tell you to drop the act and quit lurking around him. He knows he can pin you up against whatever wall you’re hiding behind faster than you can realize, but you’re harmless and Moze would feel bad for ruining your fun.

So he decides to play dumb for just a little bit. And you don’t let his expectations down. Only a few moments have passed before he can hear your familiar footsteps running up from behind him, and shortly after, a pair of equally familiar arms are thrown around him from behind.

“Surprise! Guess who?” Your voice reaches his ears, and despite his better judgment, Moze reaches to envelop your hands with his. He presses down against your knuckles, enraptured for a split second in the way they curve and fit against his own rough palms. 

“You know these guessing games are pointless.” His words are gruff, but you can hear that faintest hint of a smile with each syllable. “You’re the only person in the world that I’d let sneak up on me.”

“Won’t you entertain me a little? It’s more fun that way.” Normally at this point, you’d unwrap your arms from behind him so you can skip up to his side, but for whatever reason, Moze’s grip on your hands today is firm. It’s as if he doesn’t want you to let go.

What a silly, soft crow he’s become. You don’t mind indulging him, even if it means reading between the lines of what he says. And you’re sure Moze’s in agreement with you.

Being soft isn’t so bad. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ SUNDAY

Sunday realizes he’s falling in love with you when he asks you to join him for a bath. As the former Oak Family head, he had very little time for himself, and the few minutes he could spend emptying his mind within a tub of warm water was his equivalent of everyday bliss. During his imprisonment, bathing alone was a luxury that was barred from him—anything and everything he did was under watchful eyes. And on the Astral Express, Sunday almost fears what his mind will conjure up if left alone for too long. The bath has always been a place of vulnerability for the man, and yet, your gentleness makes him want to slowly let you into the deepest parts of his heart. This meek, scared side of him is still a part of who he is, and he’s willing to place his faith wholeheartedly in you.

A satisfied sigh leaves Sunday’s lips as he lets the tense muscles in his body relax for once. The bathwater is already warm as is, but being nestled in between your legs, with his back against your chest and your damp fingers carding through his hair, makes his skin tingle even more with heat. He doesn’t think anyone has ever touched him this sweetly and lovingly, and he hopes you attribute the flush on his cheeks to the steam culminating in the bathroom.

“Is the temperature of the water okay?” Your worried voice shakes him gently out of his swirling thoughts. He nods wordlessly before sinking a bit deeper into the tub. The edge of the water clings to the ends of his hair, and it laps greedily at the swell of his throat as if threatening to swallow him whole.

An ambient silence falls over the two of you, and the only sound Sunday can make out is the quiet trickle of water sloshing back and forth between your connected bodies and the exquisitely crafted sound of your breaths. Sunday tries to match your breathing cadence, and something deep in his chest stirs at the thought that doing so might match his heartbeat to yours.

“...Thank you for joining me,” he murmurs. His eyelids feel heavy, and when he leans his head back, you peer at him from above. The glow of the bathroom lights illuminates the back of your head and around your face, and he can’t help but think that the thought of a halo suits you far more than it would him. “It feels nice to have you here with me.”

“Of course.” Your lips curl upwards into the same smile that made him fall for you to begin with. “Thank you for inviting me, Sunday. You must have had a long day. Why don’t you rest here, in my arms?”

It’s his turn to smile slightly. It’s weak but enough for you to notice, and when Sunday lets his tired eyes shut, he can’t help but think that his instant must be his equivalent of true paradise. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ JING YUAN

Jing Yuan realizes he’s falling in love with you when he finds himself comfortable enough with you to complain. It’s not an easy job to be the general and manage such a big and chaotic place as the Luofu, and he’s learned very quickly that even the slightest twitch of his mouth is enough to send the delicate politics of the Xianzhou Alliance up in arms. And as much of an optimist as he is, even he has limits to how much he can bottle up and carry out in the name of peacekeeping. It’s a big leap of faith for him to confide so many secrets in you, but at the same time, you’re the only one who can truly empathize with him. Besides, when you welcome him home with a big hug and rub your hands over his sore shoulders, how can he resist the temptation of sharing every part of him with you?

“I’ve been thinking,” Jing Yuan remarks out loud, “I’m quite lucky to have fallen in love with someone like you.”

You pause momentarily, your hands ghosting over Jing Yuan’s broad shoulders. You’re no professional masseuse by any means, but there’s something so satisfying about feeling his knotted muscles come undone bit by bit under your careful touch. Besides, maybe this is your selfishness speaking, you like having the knowledge that the esteemed general of the Luofu melts like a cat into your fingertips as if he can’t get enough of your body on his. 

“What makes you say that?” You raise an eyebrow. Did he get himself in trouble? And was he cozying up to you in hopes that you’d help bail him out or something?

Instead, the white-haired man shrugs, and a couple strands of his loose moonlight-colored hair tumbles over his shoulders and hangs above his chest. “You’re always so understanding with me. You always listen to everything I say as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. I doubt anyone else could endure my complaints about how grueling administrative work can be. And what’s more, you don’t tell a living soul about it!”

“Who knows? Maybe I have spilled the Luofu's deepest darkest secrets to someone already. And I’m just that good at hiding it from you.” You grin at him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes. The general stares up at you momentarily before throwing his back and rewarding you with a genuine, hearty laugh. 

“See? This is what I mean. Nobody else would have the audacity to say something so outwardly false and yet so daring to my face!” He reaches over to grab your hand, and he guides it over to the edge of his face. Your palm molds into the curve of his jaw, and you let your thumb roll over the soft flesh of his cheek. 

Your grin morphs into something much more mild, lovestruck as he nuzzles his face into your hand, sighing happily against your knuckles and the creases in your palm. “That’s on you then, my dear Jing Yuan, for falling for someone like me.”

x

[inksandpensblog]

he is never portrayed as an ACTIVE participant in murdering sticks. he attacks nonlethally (except for dark, because he knows that dark wouldn't die from it) when dark starts killing people on stickpage, cho does nothing. during the newgrounds attack, he does NOTHING. during Wanted? he doesn't kill ANY of the mercs. he easily could've, but he just ran.

Before this episode, it had always been my interpretation that Chosen had never killed any stickfigures directly. By this I mean, he never killed anyone from a position like he would've killed Dark if he'd gone through with it in AvA3. He never watched the light leave anyone's eyes. He never felt the ticks of an electrical pulse cease beneath his hands. It was always from a distance. It was always bright. It was always loud.

My evidence for this was always AvA3 itself (Chosen has killed before! He killed AIM in AvA2! He and Dark killed every icon that had sprung to life on the computer in AvA3!), as well as the two stills of StickPage and Newgrounds during The Flashback. From what we could see, Chosen's destructiveness always halted when it came to stickfigures, and sparing Dark was the first evidence of this.

(And there's also the fact that he freaks out when he thinks he realizes that Dark's viruses are gonna massacre stickfigures...even though all the evidence in Dark's workshop and the cliffside portals suggests that Dark was targeting computer IPs and user-aimed websites rather than animation-hosting sites. Interesting conclusion for Chosen to jump to.)

My belief was, that if Chosen had taken any stickfigure lives, they would've been collateral rather than targets.

And I've always been vocal about this belief that Chosen doesn't want to hurt stickfigures. I've gone on multiple tangents about it.

however

It's entirely possible that Mitsi was collateral rather than a target.

(Also I personally don't trust the fire animation to tell us because the series has a habit of changing how it's stylized multiple times within a single season. I have driven myself insane on multiple occasions over this.)

WITH THAT ALL SAID, my actual reason for not buying that Dark killed Mitsi has nothing to do with the fire or the attack-pattern or the camera work or the bizarre lengths this season has gone to ignore Dark’s existence or whatever, and everything to do with themes.

To the best of everyone’s knowledge, The Dark Lord is dead.

If Victim finds out that he was wrong to blame Chosen and the fault lies with Dark instead, what happens to his motivation?

He can’t get revenge on a dead person.

Is his anger and grief supposed to just quietly fizzle out because it no longer has a target?

(And who knows how this would complicate his efforts to get revenge on the animator, since that was something he was pursuing THROUGH his revenge on Mitsi’s killer.)

But even if Dark is still alive…

This season has set up to explore a theme of “just because you’re a better person now doesn’t mean you aren’t still responsible for the consequences of your past actions” with the characters of the animator and The Chosen One both.

If Chosen isn’t the one who killed Mitsi, then what action of his past is he meant to take responsibility for? Scaring unknown numbers of background cameos that don’t receive any narrative focus? Decimating a population that we only saw through the eyes of a few specific characters, who were all focused on Mitsi?

The decimation has the story impact that it does because Mitsi was our focal character while it happened, and she was one of the casualties. She represents that tragedy as a whole.

If Chosen isn’t the one who killed her, he may still be responsible for killing others but the story is gonna drop that thread because if he’s not responsible for killing Mitsi specifically then he has no responsibility for Victim’s grief.

I don’t think "surprise, Chosen killing Mitsi was a red herring, it was actually Dark" is where the story is headed, because it would leave Victim directionless and undermine the arc being set up for Chosen’s character.

in fact, TCO has never killed a stick figure directly. ever.

this post is pretty much a compilation and explanation of stuff that i think pretty clearly points to this FACT. i am EXTREMELY confident this is canon

the biggest indicator of this is that mitsi dies to a thrown fireball.

alan gives us a very clear set of abilities for each of the sticks, and although cho and dark both use fire, it’s clear they use it very differently

dark has these explosive fireballs that he throws that chosen NEVER uses. they share some powers as shown in The Flashback (fire breath, general pyrokinesis, flight using fire)

the fireballs are a power EXCLUSIVE to dark.

there’s examples of chosen throwing fire (like in this one above) but it looks entirely different. it’s lighter, airy, and doesn’t explode on impact. alan has made it so clear how different they are in the episodes leading up to AvA 11. the Box and Wanted was practically a showcase of all chosen’s abilities. ALAN IS TRYING TO TELL US SOMETHING HERE…

lets talk about the newgrounds attack.

during that whole sequence with mitsi when she first is teleported into the background, there’s two important details to notice.

dark is leading the way. chosen is trailing behind him IT’S ALL FIREBALLS. EVERY SINGLE ATTACK. EXPLOSIVE FIREBALLS.

when mitsi is trapped, it’s because of a fireball. when she dies, you’ll never believe this:

EXPLOSION. FIREBALL. no lightning, no light and airy pyrokinesis, no laser eyes. it’s all those damn fireballs

my boy got caught in the fray. all this pretty clearly shows us that dark is to blame for all of this. cho just got all the heat bc agent saw him above mitsi and tattled to his boyfriend who controls the media

i HONESTLY would go as far as to say that chosen was there because he was flying over to try and help mitsi. that one is just a theory though. the rest of this post i’m 100% certain about

he is never portrayed as an ACTIVE participant in murdering sticks. he attacks nonlethally (except for dark, because he knows that dark wouldn't die from it) when dark starts killing people on stickpage, cho does nothing. during the newgrounds attack, he does NOTHING. during Wanted? he doesn't kill ANY of the mercs. he easily could've, but he just ran.

let me be clear: chosen is not free from blame. he let a lot of this slide. he was still friends with dark after the newgrounds attack, even if it left an impact on their relationship. he let dark kill HUNDREDS without stopping him.

that being said, victim’s got the wrong guy. let’s bring dark back and kill him again please i miss him BAD

TL;DR: at the end of the day it’s always TDL’s fault and by extension alan’s for making him Like That. let’s just blow up his PC again and call it even

[midnightfict]

What History?

— 𓆩𓆪 —

𓆩 Lee Byung-Hun x F!reader 𓆪

Summary — Squid Game fans have been shipping two actors not knowing they have a history together.

A/N — aaaa, writer’s block is killing me. but the reqs i've been getting is starting to help. i promise i’m currently drafting for the other reqs.

request post

— 𓆩𓆪 —

The room was brightly lit, cameras positioned at every angle, and a familiar nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach. You weren’t new to interviews, but something about these promotional videos always made you a little jittery. Maybe it was the anticipation of how fans would react, or maybe it was the fact that sitting next to you was none other than Lee Byung-hun—your former high school boyfriend and now your co-star in Squid Game Season 2.

The two of you walked into the room together, followed by director Hwang Dong-hyuk, who greeted the crew with a casual nod.

“Alright,” a staff member announced. “We’re shooting two videos today. The first segment is watching fan edits, and the second is reading fan letters. Just react naturally, have fun, and remember—no breaking into hysterics.”

Byung-hun chuckled beside you. “That sounds like a challenge.”

You smirked. “You sound scared.”

“I might as well be. Have you seen those AI edits of me and Lee Jung-jae?”

The staff gestured for silence, signaling that the cameras were rolling. You introduced yourself to the camera, followed by Byung-hun and Dong-hyuk. The screen before you flickered to life, and the first video started playing.

The first edit was cinematic—a high-energy montage of Squid Game 2’s most intense moments. Gunfights, chase sequences, close-ups of steely gazes. It had everything. The booming orchestral soundtrack made every scene feel ten times more dramatic.

Byung-hun let out an impressed whistle. “Did we actually shoot something this cool?”

You nodded. “Because I don’t remember looking this badass.”

Dong-hyuk leaned forward, squinting. “Wait—when did you do that roll behind cover?”

You snorted. “That’s the one where I landed wrong and bruised my entire arm.”

Byung-hun grinned. “Ohhh, right. And you tried to play it off like you meant to do it.”

“I did mean to do it.”

Dong-hyuk shook his head. “That’s not what you said when you screamed in pain afterward.”

Byung-hun burst into laughter. Your light punch to his side silenced him, earning a dramatic yelp.

“Give respect to your elders!”

You gave the camera a look. “He’s so dramatic. We’re literally only one year apart.”

The next edit was a deep dive into In-ho’s past, set in black and white with emotional piano music. It contrasted his life as a police officer with his role as the Front Man, highlighting the tragedy of his choices.

Dong-hyuk hummed thoughtfully. “This fan basically made a better teaser than we did.”

Byung-hun nodded. “Can we hire them?”

You pointed at a particular shot. “This scene—this is when you had to retake your mask removal, what, twenty times?”

Byung-hun groaned. “Ugh. The mask kept getting caught on my hood. Every time I tried to look dramatic, I just looked stuck.”

Dong-hyuk chuckled. “We had to cut out three takes where you sighed right into the mask.”

Byung-hun held up his hands. “No need to expose me like that.”

Then came the brainrot edit. An animation of Squid Game characters dancing to some bizarre, upbeat song.

You had the biggest grin—too silly not to laugh. The video didn’t even make sense.

Dong-hyuk had his brows furrowed, an amused but not entirely entertained smile on his face.

Byung-hun, on the other hand, sat perfectly still, eyes locked on the screen. No one could tell what he was thinking.

When it ended, you all exchanged an awkward glance.

“I mean… I like it. It’s an interesting video,” you said, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes, still laughing.

Dong-hyuk fixed his glasses. “Is this what people see when they watch my show?”

Byung-hun crossed his arms. “They didn’t do me justice. Why is the Front Man not included in this video?”

The staff smirked. “Don’t worry, there’s a Front Man edit in the next one.”

The next video was different. The music was softer, the pacing slower. It highlighted your character’s interactions with In-ho—subtle glances, moments of hesitation, scenes where your characters moved in sync. It wasn’t obvious in the actual show, but with the way the editor framed it…

It almost looked like something was going on.

Byung-hun blinked. “What’s this?”

Dong-hyuk raised an eyebrow. “They created scenes that aren’t even in the series.”

You squinted. “Are we too old to understand what this is?”

It was a ship edit.

Silence.

Then, Byung-hun let out a slow, amused chuckle. “Well. That was unexpected.”

Dong-hyuk crossed his arms. “You two do have really natural chemistry.”

You cleared your throat. “I mean, our characters have history, so—”

Byung-hun nodded. “Right, right. Former police officers.”

Dong-hyuk hummed. “Well, I had another love interest in mind for In-ho, but thinking about it… your characters being shipped makes sense. Maybe I should make it canon in Season 3.”

Both you and Byung-hun snapped your heads toward him.

“Huh?!”

The crew erupted into laughter. Dong-hyuk smiled and closed the segment with a thank-you and a Squid Game 2 promotion.

After a quick makeup touch-up, a staff member placed a stack of envelopes in front of you, Byung-hun, and Dong-hyuk.

Dong-hyuk stretched his arms and grinned. “Alright, let’s see what the fans have to say. If anyone insults my writing, I’m walking out.”

Byung-hun smirked. “I’d say you’re bluffing, but we all know you’re dramatic enough to do it.”

You laughed. “Place your bets, everyone. How many letters will be about Byung-hun’s attractiveness?”

Byung-hun scoffed. “Excuse me, I am a serious actor. Not just a handsome face.”

The cameras rolled.

You picked up the first letter and smoothed it out before reading aloud.

‘Dear Director Hwang, your storytelling is a masterpiece. Every scene feels like it has so much depth and emotion. How do you come up with such gripping narratives?’

Dong-hyuk’s face lit up. “Ah, A letter for me!”

Byung-hun immediately reached over, fingers grasping at the paper. “Skip it.”

You swatted his hand away. “No, let him have his moment.”

Dong-hyuk straightened his posture, adjusting his jacket with mock importance. “Well, since you asked… My process is simple. I think, ‘What is the most stressful, painful situation I can put my characters in?’ And then I do that.”

Byung-hun leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “I knew you enjoyed torturing us.”

Dong-hyuk grinned. “Absolutely.”

Byung-hun exhaled, then grabbed the next letter from the pile, unfolding it.

‘Was filming action scenes difficult? Especially the parkour scenes.’

You didn’t hesitate. “Oh, definitely. That scene where I had to jump from bed to bed? I had bruises for days.”

Byung-hun winced at the memory. “Oh yeah, you took a pretty bad fall.”

You sighed dramatically, throwing your arms up. “And no one even said ‘cut’ when I landed wrong! I had to just lie there in pain.”

Dong-hyuk raised a hand in defense. “Okay, to be fair, it looked intentional.”

Byung-hun let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. “You heard it here first, folks. The director is a masochist.”

Dong-hyuk smirked. “It builds character.”

Byung-hun rubbed his temple. “I worry for your future wife.”

You sifted through the pile and grabbed the next letter.

‘To Byung-hun, was it difficult wearing the Front Man’s mask for long periods of time? It looks heavy.’

Byung-hun groaned dramatically, flopping against the back of his chair. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Dong-hyuk snorted. “He complained about it every single day.”

Byung-hun sat up, pointing at him. “Because it was a legitimate problem! The mask was so heavy, and it pressed into my face so much that I had red marks after every shoot.”

You bit back a laugh. “And let’s not forget the time it got stuck.”

Byung-hun groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Oh, please, let’s forget that.”

Dong-hyuk smirked. “We have footage.”

Byung-hun immediately turned to the camera, eyes pleading. “Dear editors, if you have any mercy, don’t include that clip.”

They did.

Dong-hyuk chuckled and grabbed the next letter. “‘Director Hwang, who is your favorite character in Squid Game?’”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Yikes. That’s like asking me to pick my favorite child.”

Byung-hun smirked. “But we all know you have a favorite.”

Dong-hyuk tapped his fingers against the table, pretending to contemplate. “Well… I have a soft spot for In-ho.”

Byung-hun gasped, clutching his chest as if he’d been struck. “You love me?”

Dong-hyuk’s deadpan stare didn’t waver. “I said I love In-ho. Not you.”

You burst into laughter as Byung-hun recoiled in mock betrayal. “Wow, I won’t return to Season 3 then.”

Dong-hyuk ignored him, his expression thoughtful. “I love complex characters, and In-ho has so much depth. There’s still so much left to explore with him.”

You leaned in. “So, does that mean he’s safe in Season 3?”

Dong-hyuk smirked. “I mean, it’s possible, but I don’t know. We’ll have to find out.”

Byung-hun cut in, laughing. “What do you mean you don’t know? You created the story.”

Dong-hyuk simply shrugged. “Let’s just say… No one is ever truly safe.”

The next letter Byung-hun picked up seemed harmless at first.

‘I don’t know what it is, but…’

He stopped mid-sentence, chuckling as he glanced at the camera, then at you and Dong-hyuk. “I don’t know if I can continue reading this without someone getting mad.”

Silence fell over the room.

Curious, you snatched the letter from his hands and scanned it. A laugh bubbled out of you. “Who’s gonna get mad over this?”

Byung-hun gave you a knowing look, subtly hinting at someone you had dated during filming.

Your expression faltered for half a second before you quickly masked it with a tight smile. Keeping your mouth hidden from the camera, you mouthed, “We broke up.”

Dong-hyuk grinned and leaned forward to peek at the letter over your shoulder. “Well, well, well. They think you two have some history together because you make the characters so compelling together.”

Byung-hun cleared his throat, spitting out a joke before anyone could dwell on the comment. “Have you guys ever considered we are both just very good actors?”

Dong-hyuk stroked his chin, looking thoughtful. “Seeing how everybody seems to ship you two, maybe I should create a romance movie with you both.”

You and Byung-hun turned to him in horror, simultaneously shaking your heads.

Dong-hyuk simply shrugged. “What? The fans love it. I should give them what they want.”

Byung-hun laughed nervously and quickly faced the camera. “Okay let's end it! Thank you for watching this video. Don’t forget to watch us on Netflix!”

After finishing the shoot, the three of you parted ways—but the internet did not.

A week after the video was published, fans went crazy. The shipping theories got worse. Your social media was flooded with comments. Multiple media outlets invited you and Byung-hun for interviews together, riding the hype.

One afternoon, before another press event, you texted him.

Want to grab coffee before the next interview?

Thought you’d never ask.

At the café, he took a sip of his drink and smirked. “Remember how broke we were from getting coffee every other day in high school?”

You groaned. “Oh god, that was what? Twenty—no, thirty years ago? High school was rough. I don’t even want to remember that.”

“You’re mean. So I meant nothing to you?” He feigned hurt, holding back a smile.

“Oh, shush. You know what I mean.” You playfully pushed his forehead as he held the door open for you. “Besides, we lasted ‘til university, no—”

Click.

A camera shutter.

You froze. He froze.

Through the café window, a crowd had formed. Some held up phones. Others were whispering excitedly.

Fuck. They found you.

Byung-hun exhaled. “Well, I guess there’s no turning back.”

Then, with a smirk, he grabbed your hand, laced his fingers through yours, and yanked you out of the sea of screaming fans.

[damnfeelings09]

Animals - Shadow's version

A.N: hey! I'm off to vacation for 5 days so I'm giving you two chapters, I already know how this au is going to end and I'm hoping I can come back to the regular one shots after that, also anybody here likes Leon Kennedy? My man fine and I've been thinkging about adding some storyes tho Shadow is still my main man. RED for stalker, GREEN for you.

Special mention to @animegoddess15 hope you like it! Remember to always check you locked your door twice.

Ever since then, not a single day went by that you don't get a text with those same two words. Every once in a while, a picture of you would be attached to the message praising how beautiful you were, saying all the dirty things he'll do to you. Fear took the better of you, you could no longer walk without looking back every 10 seconds, afraid to close the doors, and to walk home alone. Paranoia had become a shadow over your shoulders.

Pretending that everything was fine had always been your superpower, but between the messages, the school pressure, pretending that Shadow was something more than your classmate and the constant fights with Mailo caused by that, the exhaustion was getting the better of you and it was noticeable in the way you kept frowning, the constant zoone outs during class, the lack of participation. The stiffness in your shoulders and neck was killing you slowly.

“Wow bunny, it wouldn't hurt to relax” His hands gently caressed your skin, massaging your muscles trying to relieve the tension, while you kept your attention fixed on the Surgery questionnaire.

“Get your fucking paws out of her” hissed Mailo. He didn't understand why Shadow was always with you now, he wasn't your friend, he was a bully and had been for a long time. Why would you let him be with you? Why were you so close to him lately? Why would you let him touch you? Why would you want to stain your smooth, pure skin with the filthy paws of an animal? Mailo was annoyed and Shadow was enjoying it, you could tell by the way he nuzzled your neck and pulled his chest a little closer to your back until you were fully lying on top of him. “Are you deaf of something? I said don’t touch her”

“Sorry, too busy pleasing my girl”. - pronounced Shadow with a cocky grin on his face.

“Your girl?” the tension palpable between them both, good thing you were too focused or you'd have noticed the threat in his tone as his eye twitched.

She's mine

“Like I said my gi-“

“Would you please stop! I'm trying to concentrate” you said cutting him off as you got up from your place and put your stuff in your backpack. The noise in your head was already enough for you to have to put up with their egos fighting. “If you want to play whose dick is bigger that's fine, just leave me out of it.”

They both looked at you in shock as you walked to your Surgery class, praying that the little time you had to go over the questions would be enough to remember everything and pass the midterm exam.

“Mine's bigger” Shadow said as if it was nothing.

They both ran after you, Shadow reaching you first placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. Mailo just watched you, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. It was hard enough for him to stifle his feelings, now seeing you with a freak as he called em was unbearable. His blood boiled at how you didn't even flinch at the act, on the contrary, you let him pull you closer, his fur rubbing against your bare arms. Mailo had accepted hardly that you wanted nothing to do with him, that you were just best friends and that was all, but he couldn't accept that, was this the reason you had rejected him over and over and over and over again? You both had leaved him behind as if you had forgotten about him but he definitely noticed how you leaned on Shadow as he stole one of his kisses, watching him out of the corner of your eye as if he had already won.

You can pretend that it was me

But no

Stolen kisses and pretty lies. That was all there was between you and Shadow but you couldn't deny that the bastard knew what he was doing when he put his arm around you pulling you to his chest, or his hands on your shoulders lessening the stress. Part of you wanted to feel his hands on other parts of your body, but you still fought that inner voice that just wanted to take him in. When he kissed you, it was quick, it looked like a pure, chaste kiss but you knew his fang had taken a good bite out of your lower lip, the metallic taste of blood making its way through the class reminding you of his promise threat that he would see you later.

By the time you got home it was past 22:00, all you wanted was to take a bath and sleep until the weekend, to stop thinking and just exist in the coolness of the warm water as if your problems could drain away. You were so focused on yourself that you forgot to lock the door when you arrived. An amateur mistake that would cost you dearly. You had been tempting him all afternoon and he couldn't wait to put his hands around your neck, push you against the wall, undress your body, smell every inch of your skin and make you his while you begged him not to. There was no turning back now, no more games. He would take what belonged to him.

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down eat you alive

You placed a towel around your body, the warm drops of water running down your hair and onto your back, the tension was gone thanks to the magic of the water and playing the waves of the sea worked wonders when stress consumed you. You picked up your brush and approached the bathroom mirror ready to untangle your long hair, you ran your hand through the steam from the mirror and saw him. That tall figure, dressed all in black. You turned to face him but there was no one there, you quickly slammed the door locking it, your heart pounding out of your chest as you heard the knob being forced while holding it as if your life depended on it because it did. It was him, it was real. Your Stalker was in your house and you had no way to escape. You were going to die there, in your bathroom, covered only with a towel or worse, first he would torture you doing whatever he wanted with you just like in his calls and texts and then you would end up 10mts underground, would anyone miss you? would they even notice your absence? Suddenly your phone vibrated, an incoming call, but you were too scared to answer, what if it was him?

“Hey how you doing?” The second you recognized Shadow's voice on your voicemail you ran for the phone, but your desperation and trembling hands wouldn't allow you to accept the call until after several attempts.

“Is it you? I swear to the gods Shadow if this is a fucking prank I will-“

“Wow, slow down princess. I'm outside your home, told you I’ll see you later.” she sobs covering her mouth as she hears the door being forced again. “Did I interrupt something?

“Help me.” you whisper. Shadow senses the fear in your voice, he enters your house breaking through the front door, his stealthy footsteps skirting the furniture and glass on the floor, following the sound of your sobs, he grabs the doorknob and hesitates to enter until he hears a scream coming from your mouth. With a precise blow he breaks down the bathroom door now he owes you two doors and comes over, wrapping his arms around you, protecting you. You freeze at his touch, screaming for help. “Hey, hey Bunny? Shhhh It's me.” he says gently stroking your head. You've never seen Shadow worried before, his brow furrowed, his ears drooping, his red eyes examining every part of your face making sure you weren't hurt, his palm holding your cheek. You failed to contain it and threw yourself onto his chest, salty tears wetting his chest. “You sure missed me bunny.”

“There was some-hic inside, hic-break in” you say between sobs. Shadow rises to his feet, standing in attack position, his ears perked up, alert to the tiniest sound. In a gold-orangy blur he’s gone, running all over the house at super speed, and although it only took him 10 seconds to get back to you, it was enough to find you in a fetal position next to the shower.

“There's no one here” He says. You raise your head, you were sure you looked pathetic, hyperventilating with your eyes red and puffy due to our crying, tears rolling down your reddish cheeks, hair tangled and still wet from your shower, this was not the way you’ll like him to see you or anyone for the matters. To your surprise Shadow sighs and takes you in his arms bridal style right to your room, you peek through his shoulder to all the mess the stalker had made.

Placing you on your bed he takes off his t-shirt offering it to you to cover up. You pull the soft material over your head, the fitting to big on you falling right down the middle of your thigh. He turns around looking in your drawers for your underwear. It doesn't take him long to find them, choosing a white one with small lace ruffles, he tosses them in your direction and stays on his back while you get dressed. Once ready, Shadow picks up the brush on your bureau and begins brushing your hair. The silence between you is not overwhelming, it is pleasant, allowing you to release the last of your tears as his hand caresses your back. When he finishes he places you inside your bed covering you with the sheets ready to withdraw until you take his hand. “Don't leave me” the plea in your voice, your puppy eyes and the little pout on your lips stops him. He removes his shoes and the rest of his clothes crawling into bed with you. You rest your head on his chest snuggling against him entangling your leg between his, caressing his chest fur as Shadow wraps his arms around your waist. The warmth of his body and the sound of his heart soothe your senses and you slowly enter dreamland.

[horse-dylan]

Facts about B.C Spree Killer Kam Mcleod

This one was an absolute pain in the ass to write as Kam's parents have been far more tight lipped about Kam in comparison to Bryer's dad. But here we go, i'll try my best. Some of this information is from Bryer's dad, or it is second hand from a mutual who has better understandings and connections than I and was kind enough to share information with me, you know who you are :D.

Kam actually had a girlfriend before he and Bryer left for their final road trip. For how long I'm not sure (but am infinitely curious). From here on out i'll call her redacted despite her name being published by some media.

He had an older sister who I will also not name for her sake.

From my understanding Redacted had wanted to go with Kam and Bryer but Kam had left without her. After which Kam shot her a text saying "Seriously sorry, but I'm not coming back.

Allegedly Kam did not want people to know him and redacted were dating (interesting lol.), his friends allegedly stated that redacted was hard to get along with.

Allegedly Redacted lied to the police, I think about whether or not she was supposed to go with Kam ( she was.)

Allegedly Redacted was stalking Kam's property after he died, and his sister told her to stop. redacted then told Kam's sister to kill herself like her brother.

Kam was either going to the local community college for welding or to work on the oil fields (from my understanding.)

Kam did not want to follow in his father's footsteps career wise, it is interesting to me that this was noted in the documents that were made public, it indicates noteworthy strife and conflict that the Mcleod's felt like mentioning in police interviews.

Kam loved league of legends (the murders are far less shocking now lol.)

Before the shootings, Kam's family had a lot of deaths in it, the most recent one; his grandmother, taking place mere months before the killing spree.

Kam had his PAL (gun license in Canada, and not surprising, his family is made up of hunters.) which is how both boys got their guns in the first place.

Kam started his high school at ADSS originally before going to an alternative education school before he graduated, for what reason I am not sure.

Kam had chickens.

His online handles include angelofdeath812, and shadow812

It appears he got to go to Thailand in 2015.

Kam totaled his Toyota 4x4 truck on April 14th, 2018 when he was stunt driving with Bryer and a friend that will remain unnamed. He only had the truck he was driving during the killings for a few months and allegedly was an inheritance.

According to Bryer's dad he had to be rescued with the Jaws of Life and airlifted to the hospital. He supposedly sustained head injuries due to this event.

Kam's friend Branden Mchale (public information by the CBC) described Kam as a really funny guy and a total gaming nerd.

His grandfather was Metis.

I'm not sure to what extent, but I know Kam watched anime.

To date, I have not been able to find any clip or videos of Kam talking so there's currently no way to publically to know what his voice sounded like (and I am forever curious).

If anyone procures any more info, or anyone who knew Kam or has info and doesn't want to post it themselves out of fear of drawing the townspeople's ire, feel free to DM me with receipts or pics and i'd be happy to post it. If I missed any info let me know.

[lagunz]

𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖞 🛁

w! unsafe s3x, groping

izzy comes home after a bad day and you're the only thing that can help regulate him.

older!izzy fic

it was getting late as you heard your husband izzy return home.

you both owned a ranch a few minutes away from your home, it's where izzy would fix up some bikes in the barn instead of tending to animals, he didn't trust himself with animals. he enjoyed to spend his evenings fixing up bikes with foreign parts he finds in scrap yards, or trades in from his friends.

you look up from the couch, you're nursing a cup of tea as your eyes catch onto him. his skin is slightly coated in dust and oil, he looks like a whole hot mess.

he looks over to you and offers a lazy wave, he seems exhausted after his evening of fixing and building his bikes.

"what happened to you? you look like the oil canister came alive and attacked you..." you'd joke, trying to lighten his dimmed down mood.

he sighed huskily. "baby... you don't even know. shit kept going wrong, spilling... i need a cigarette." he said, stomping off into the kitchen.

you softly sighed, there he goes.

you put aside your tea and follow behind him. "baby, fix yourself something to eat and i'll run you a bath hm?" you'd offer kindly, a bath is what he needs.

he nods, crouching down to the refrigerator. "yeah... alright. thank you." he gruffed out.

you turn on your heel, heading up to the bathroom. your bathroom is quite big, izzy allowed that luxury with hie fame, he had cash. you had a nice big bath tub, separated from the shower.

you turn on both faucets, lighting some candles around for him. he needs to relax tonight. you get the bath at the perfect warm temperature for him, calling downstairs for him.

"it's done jeff." you'd say, voice raised slightly so he could hear. he arrives upstairs shortly after, he'd just eaten a lazy microwaveable pizza. he gives you a little forehead kiss as he goes into the bathroom.

a few minutes pass as you go into your bedroom, you hear izzy call out. "sweetheart?"

your head perks up. "uh huh?"

"please join me."

you enter the bathroom, heart beating a little. he's in the tub, bubbles all around him. his short hair is damp and you can see his chest. he nods for you to come in as you cautiously step inside, closing the door.

"in the tub baby." he said, almost as an order. you waste no time in undressing your clothes. you can see a sick grin form onto his dirty face as you soon become bare.

he watches you, looking down at the tub expecting you to obey. you step inside and sit yourself down with him.

"sweet girl." he sighed, admiring you. you blush a little, looking down. being the guy he is, he starts to gently fondle your waist through the water. the bath makes his hands feel so much better, flowing through the water with ease. his hands go higher and grope your chest gently, something he always liked to do to you.

you sigh softly, already feeling a little turned on. you just couldn't help but to feel that way. his hands on your chest, the smell of his dirty skin after a day of self work... it drove you crazy and he knew that.

he liked to take that factor to his advantage.

his hands slide down to your hips, he gently pulls you closer. with little effort due to the water, you come closer to him.

"baby please..." he said gently. he was pulling you even closer until you felt his hardness near your lower stomach. you raise a brow, he wasn't messing around.

you nod, needing him just as bad at this point. he holds your hips and moves you as if you weighed nothing, positioning you over himself.

he looks at you as if to ask for consent one more time, his eyes beady and full of desperation. he always got so needy after a hard day, you didn't complain tho. not one bit.

you nod, holding his shoulders. he pulls your hips down onto his dick, moaning softly. you loved hearing him get vocal.

he pulled your hips up and down as if you were some toy. it felt euphoric as the water helped pace you. he groaned out as his head fell back against the tub.

you rocked yourself onto him, moaning quietly. "fuck... you feel so good- ah..." he groaned out through a bitten lip, adams apple bobbing in his throat.

you could feel him pulsing inside of you as you moaned out softly, ruining the clean water. your nails scratched his shoulders as he couldn't hold himself anymore, completely filling you up. your moans mixed in with eachothers as the windows steamed up even more.

he was left panting, head dropped down. you could feel his legs shaking beneath you slightly, he sweat all of the soot off. guess he really needed that.

he lifts you off carefully, moaning a tiny bit as you pass the tip. he looks down at the white water, chuckling hoarsely.

"you did amazing... thank you sweetness." he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

[hplonesomeart]

@scimagic Uhhh made this because I just think they’re dynamic is neat. Also completely agree with the Puzzle headcanon super fun silly and very on point. As we speak he is clinging for his dear life :))

I really enjoy seeing the illustrated storyline you have unfolding between the two and figured it would be nice to see this motorcycle sequence in motion. So tadaa here it is! In animated form! Now your obligated to make a full length written novel in-depth about their relationship /j

Sincerely though thanks for the creative inspiration and keep on being a swagger artist 👍✨