#AND THEN HE STARTED MAKING THAT CONCEPT 💀💀

[strawberry-pretzels]

guys hear me out. would it be a good idea for my friend and i to make a blog where he just shares detailed story concepts (that usually, just stay concepts) so that someone could pick it up and find a better purpose for it. kind of like a writing prompts blog but not exactly?

+ you could send asks requesting prompts/ideas too!! also here's one of my friend's concepts that he made w js ONE WORD as an idea (which was "fairies") under the cut, nd lmk if y'all would like to see a blog full of that lmao

"Every magical creature goes under a type of magic, and that magic comes from a core. And who keeps these cores under check? A core fairy -- the type of fairy who checks on it, monitors it, and studies it. But then suddenly, all the cores start dying out. If the cores are lost though, all the magical creatures start fading away slowly. So the core fairies meet up and decide a group of fairies will solve the mystery, and save the world of fantasy and dreams."

[atopvisenyashill]

Okay if you're in hater mode I get to ask the question I've been dying to ask for a while: top five dumbest criticisms of hotd.

And on the flip side, top five dumbest moments in got.

EXCELLENT.

“they’re excusing the targaryens practices bc of the prophecy.” no, they are not. just because someone has a magical reason for doing something does not make them inherently justified. cersei has magical reasons to suspect both sansa & tyrion of treachery does that mean the way she treats them is justified? of course not. aegon having a dream, and rhaenyra being motivated by that dream, is not “excusing” anyone and i need everyone to get a fucking grip.

“alicent has overstayed her welcome in the narrative” the story is called the princess and the queen. their sides are named after them, not after rhaenyra and aegon. aegon means nothing in this conflict. it’s alicent who helps kick it off, it’s alicent who is the titular queen, it’s alicent who gives them the name the greens, it’s alicent who rhaenyra has an issue with. not fucking aegon.

“they took away rhaenyra’s femininity” no they didn’t but even if they did you can eat my ass about it

“alyn is anachronistic bc he yells at his deadbeat noble father” idek what to say to this one it’s so goofy.

how do i choose only five. the baela stuff (“rhaenyra is usurping her!!!”) irked the shit out of me, but i think a lot of the “it’s transphobic to do butch rhaenyra/trans rhaenyra” stuff made me lose my mind but that’s kinda related to the other point, when people would be like “you can’t compare aegon to alicent, he’s a rapist and she’s a rape victim” you guys….maybe the “you’re porn brained if you call alicent & her relationships w her kids emotional incest” bc like, if you’re going to bitch at least be aware of what you’re bitching about!! emotional incest is a term commonly used to describe parent-child dysfunctional dynamics like!!!!!!

top 5 dumbest got moments

“bran can’t feel anymore” and we just don’t engage with that ever again in any sort of substantial way

jaime just fucking off to dorne? to get myrcella because ?????

arya getting mad over sansa’s hostage letter enough to try to kill her. they couldn’t even go for the fucking ship plot that everyone is always bitching about bc they cut that from the show, so arya just gets nonsensically mad bc sansa wrote a letter saying “please bend the knee” while her father was in the dungeons and she was alone and 13. okay.

the shae knife scene. maybe this isn’t the worst offender but it still hands out to me like i remember watching it and going “no….surely not???”

can’t even say “they forgot about the iron fleet” bc the entire way the iron fleet is written is dumb. i said this before but someone just announces they have the fleet and then at the end of the season they get shit kicked and someone else announces they have it. this happens like 5 times in a row. genuinely might as well have just cut all the greyjous but theon at that point like 😭

[spock-adoodledoo]

oh my god i just finished the dark forest finally. 7/10 i suppose, i went through the first half or so of the book being really annoyed by luo ji but also enjoying the chapters where he shows up because unfortunately he was entertaining. still don't understand the imaginary girlfriend thing, it just feels like he needs someone to protect from the world which like ??? ok sure i guess, it just rubs me the wrong way personally. for the second half and especially the end i became luo ji's number one defender it's fine. for the rest, holy crap—the droplet, the microcosm of the universe on those runaway ships, the wallfacer project, luo ji drawing from rey diaz's plan, the attitude of the world towards him, the entire theory... wow

[stardustonblond]

guy at work who is obsessed with me randomly called off this week after i didn’t text him back hmm

[anbaisai]

idol au 2.0 jamimayu starts with jamil wondering who is this pathetic wet cat here to waste his time (more AU details under the cut)

Mayu: Member of an up-and-coming fresh new girl group, voluntold to be the rapper because nobody volunteered and management decided to just Pick Someone 💀 (they also refused to let her decline)

Jamil: Solo artist under the same management company. Talented singer, rapper, and dancer. Left home to pursue his career because he wasn’t happy with the life his parents had planned for him. Refused to join any group because he either makes it on his own, or not at all. Writes & produces his own songs and is extremely perfectionistic. Later on has help assigned to him by management, but is known to be difficult to work with because of his strict standards. On a bit of a break right now.

Has a Vil-Neige like situation with Kalim, who is also from the same company but more popular and well-liked despite being less skilled than him and Jamil hates it. (Also because Kalim’s kind of a nepo baby that the company often allocates more resources to.)

(Credit to @/ninatheshopkeeper for helping me come up with the solo artist Jamil concept!)

Overall premise

Mayu gets voluntold to be the rapper but, unfortunately, has very little experience and urgently needs to be trained before her group releases more music.

Management calls on Jamil to assign him as Mayu’s mentor (to humble him), which he very much declines immediately, but some way or another they pressure him into doing it. Probably holds something in his contract over his head. To say he's displeased would be an understatement.

Not the best impression of each other at their first meeting. Mayu very awkwardly politely bows to her senpai while Jamil lifts his sunglasses to stare/half glare at her before responding, thinking she looks like such a pathetic wet cat. Mayu thinks this guy absolutely hates that he needs to help her (she would be correct). Management refuses to pick someone else for the job so they're essentially stuck together.

Jamil deliberately puts her through Merciless Training From Hell as an attempt to pressure her so hard that she asks for someone else or gives up, because he genuinely didn't want this job, he has other better stuff to do.

Somehow, however, she manages to keep up with his demands and does all the assigned homework, and is overall very diligent and hardworking. She's trying so hard under the assumption that he’s being tough on her for her own sake, but in reality he uh... literally just hates “babysitting duty" 💀

After a while he feels kinda guilty about it. And maybe a teensy bit impressed that she’s been keeping up with demands. (And later unfortunately just a bit proud to watch her improve under his instruction). But he’s too prideful to back down now so he just… keeps doing the same thing. 

Mayu has like a mini sulking episode at some point bc she thinks it’s her problem that she's slow and can't do everything he asks and he’s like 🧍‍♂️

He ends up making her something as like "reward for the hard work" (bro feels bad but can't admit it) and she sniffles and says “This is surprisingly good, I didn’t know you could cook” to which he responds "What, you thought I had no life skills just because I’m an idol?"

The mentorship continues, but interspersed between training sessions are more moments where he’s actually… kinda nice to her and gives encouraging feedback, and also some treats here and there. It’s actually kind of nice to work with each other now. Jamil Viper, have you gotten soft 🤨

[madelynraemunson]

pass the salt • e.m. smut

DAD’S BEST FRIEND!OLDER!EDDIE x FEM!READER

summary: you’re home from college and staying with your dad for the summer, spending as much time as you possibly can with him…and his hot best friend that you’ve never seen in your life.

authors note: okay have you guys ever seen those text posts like “when you say ‘daddy pass the salt please’ and your father and your man both reach for it” 💀💀 well this is inspired by that concept. also i went overboard and this is a LONG BOI

disclaimers — photo credits to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple 🫶🏼porn with plot, reader’s nickname is “sunshine”, reader has female anatomy, race unspecified, divider: @iluvpooks

NSFW — 18+ obv, porn with plot, daddy kink pls keep scrolling if it’s not ur thing, slight age gap (eddie is mid to late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), corruption kink, size kink, masturbation (m&f), p in v sex (protected), dirty talk, teasing, sexual innuendos, extreme flirting, eddie kinda being a perv, praise kink

The sound of breakfast on the griddle summons you downstairs.

Dad never cooks.

For as long as you can remember, weekends at your dad’s have always consisted of Lucky Charms cereal and powdered donuts. That tradition continued even after you started college.

Oh yeah. Someone is here, alright. Someone Dad desperately wants to impress.

Trailing after the commotion, your fuzzy pink slippers guide you down the wooden steps of your dad’s ‘bachelor pad’ and into the kitchen. And when you near the bottom of the steps, you can make out two distinct voices — one belonging to Dad, another belonging to someone who's identity is obscure.

“God, I fucking missed you, Jeff. Missed everyone so much.”

The smells of pancake batter, cigarette smoke, mint, and petroleum fuel reel you in, but not nearly as much as the sight of the man sitting on the opposite side of your dad. He's built, handsome with wavy brown hair, leather, black denim, twiddling a toothpick between his teeth as he listens to your dad speak with a smile on his face. That is, until you come into sight. It then that his intense focus circles in on you.

Funny. You don’t remember this friend. And something in your gut tells you that you won’t ever be forgetting him after this.

The stranger's grin curls into a wonder-filled smirk. You can feel your knees start to buckle.

“Uh oh. Looks like our shenanigans woke up Sleeping Beauty.”

When you get a closer look at Dad’s friend, you observe his faint brown beard — neatly kept and lightly peppered with some gray — delicious lips, shiny white teeth, and grooves along his laugh lines that would deepen with every theatrical cackle he belted out.

You can't help but freeze in your tracks as him and your dad continue on with their banter, reliving their glory days like it was yesterday. Man. What a damn dreamboat.

Your dad’s eyes light up with glee when he sees you.

“Hey, good morning, Sunshine!” Dad cheers. “Thought you’d never wake up. This is my friend Eddie. We were in that band together in high school. Come say hi.”

"Yeah, come say hi," Eddie agrees. feeding into the obvious tension in the room. "I don't bite."

The stranger laughs at his own comment as soon as he utters it.

There’s a charm — a magic — about Eddie that could only be found in Hollywood or the Big City. But of course, you didn't expect any less from Dad's supposed ‘Rockstar Friend’.

When your parents had you at 17, life went on for Dad’s band Corroded Coffin. And although he missed out on the ‘Sex, Drugs, and Rock&Roll’, Dad insists that tea parties and white picket fences were an ideal trade-off. Because — despite how things ended with Mom — it still meant a life spent with you.

You tell him your name as Eddie offers you his hand to shake. Electricity serges through you when your hand is enveloped by his firm, calloused one. Eddie smiles down at you, his presence all-consuming. It's almost as if he knows it. And as much as you were dying to, you resist the urge to fall into him.

Eddie's no better.

It takes everything in Eddie's power to keep his eyes above your collarbones, reprimanding himself with the utmost tedium. Because heaven knows he'd be TOAST if his best friend found out that Eddie thought that you were absolutely stunning — strutting around the house the way that you do, without a bra underneath that poor excuse of a sleep shirt — a sleep shirt far too tight for your own good. With tight, pajama shorts to match…

Of course, this is all an assumption…Not that he caught wind of it or anything.

“You know…” he mentions. “Your dad has told me SO much about little miss Sunshine.”

“Me, really?” is all you can say behind those fuscia cheeks.

“Really,” Eddie insists. “He never shuts up about you, darling.”

“Hopefully you’ve only heard good things,” you mutter faintly.

And instantly, your dad and Eddie share a laugh.

“Only good things,” Eddie assures you. He nudges your dad playfully.

Your dad doesn’t exactly deny the last part, basically confirming to Eddie that you’ve got a hint of spunk to you. The heat settles at your cheeks as you shy away from your father’s curious friend.

Taking note of how timid you’ve just become, Eddie furrows his brows.

“What — was that an implication that you’re not always good?”

“No comment,” your smile melts into an awkward one.

“Kept me on my toes back then,” your dad reflects with a sigh. “Keeps me on my toes now.”

“You don’t say…” Eddie smirks slightly, gaze panning back over to you.

Eventually your dad leaves you two alone, going into the garage to fetch something that he insists Eddie would like. But little did he know that such thing was already in the room, leaning…reaching into the fridge for some orange juice, not realizing its atmosphere caused your nipples to harden.

Eddie’s eyes proceed to follow you as you strut back to the griddle, flipping some hot cakes over before tending to your messy bedhead.

Eddie probably doesn’t know — or maybe he does, who knows? — that you feel him staring at you. It’s a burning gaze that practically impales you, but you’re too nervous to say anything. You’re better off pretending like it’s something you don’t notice.

You and Eddie continue to help yourselves to breakfast, enjoying the company of each other and your mutual silence. That is, until Eddie speaks up.

“Got some sausage for you if you’d like.”

“I’m sorry?” you sputter, looking up from your food.

Eddie shoots you a weird glance as he holds up some breakfast franks.

“Sausage?” he repeats. “Store was out of beef so I settled for turkey. Hope that’s not a problem.”

“Not at all,” you clear your throat. “I love turkey sausage.”

“Okay, good,” Eddie chuckles, seemingly relieved at how quickly the situation had diffused.

“Cool,” you chuckle with him while taking some links to cook.

The silence returns once more and is replaced by the sizzling of the grill. It’s short lived, however, because soon, the man nearly twice your age speaks again.

“What’d you think I said?” Eddie circles back.

“Nothing, why?”

“You just looked stunned.”

“I just woke up,” you shrug. “My mind’s somewhere else.”

“I can tell,” he smirks. “Get that thing out of the gutter.”

The coming days paved way for some more innocent flirting.

…Like when you make sure to wear the shortest skirt in your closet when running Eddie his afternoon beer in the garage.

“Well don’t you look absolutely darling…” he says as he peers up from his guitar.

“Hehe,” you smirk connivingly. “Thank you!”

“You are so welcome.”

Eddie downs the liquid guilt along with his pride, watching you strut around…the hem of that pleated cotton fabric just barely covering the roundness of your asscheeks. And as you blush a rosy pink when you process his little remarks, Eddie can only clear his throat in arousal, fantasizing about just how badly he wanted to turn your other cheeks that very shade.

…Or when you come downstairs the next day to help Dad manually wash his car.

While he and Eddie are harassing each other with soap and that god-forsaken hose, you decide to join in on all the fun.

“Watch out, Sunshine,” Eddie forewarns. “You’ve just entered the splash zone!”

And with the intention of cooling you off on a hot summer day like this, Eddie teasingly sprays you with said hose, your white shirt becoming transparent when lathered with water. He could see everything. Your erect nipples. Your perky tits bouncing in the sunlight as you jump around in excitement. How glazed your oil-nnuendo’ed skin looked when glimmering in the sun. All as intended.

“You got me,” you surrender yourself to him. “You got me good, Eddie.”

And when you walk away, Eddie mutters slyly to himself.

“Yes, yes I did.”

…And then there’s dessert after dinner.

Eddie watches as you lick your popsicle, his fingers curling at his thighs in arousal as you retract the wrapper before enclosing your lips around the bright pink dessert. And he swears he’s going to blow his pants when he envisions the melted sugar shooting into your mouth with the swiftest hollowing of your cheeks, the quiet suction noise you make with your pursed lips forcing him to adjust the way he’s sitting.

…The final instance takes the cake.

“What’s your major?”

You’re in the home library grazing some of Dad’s old books and vinyls, talking to Eddie while your father gets ready for the day. Meanwhile, Eddie is perched at your dad’s desk, rolling around in his expensive swivel chair and occasionally doing some spins on it to make you laugh.

“History.”

“Sounds boring.”

“You just haven’t found a topic that interests you,” you point out.

“Mm,” is all Eddie says. “Maybe I will eventually.”

Eddie watches as you waltz around in front of him, following your movements with his eyes as you get onto your tippy-toes in order to grab some books on the top shelf.

“Oh my god!” you yelp.

Your plan to entice him seemingly fails when you graze a book that’s halfway off the shelf. It’s already flying off of its platform, headed straight towards Eddie's lap before you can even stop it.

Eddie catches it before any damage can be done, saving Dad’s old campaign book with the hand furthest from you and snaking the other around your waist to prevent you from sinking any further into him.

Phew. Crisis averted.

Your eyes meet again.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” you gasp in embarrassment. “That book has a mind of its own.”

“You’re fine,” Eddie laughs. “Can’t defy the laws of gravity. Sometimes it betrays us.”

You feel yourself burning up a fever. Excusing yourself from the room, you leave Dad’s library and make your way over to the kitchen for a glass of water.

But you’re nearly taken aback when you feel tight, calloused hands wrap around your hips, and like a feather it’s like you’re whisked away into the air, and soon your body is pressed up against the wall.

Slam!

Breathing heavily against each other now — chest to chest, lips so unbearably close you can smell the whiskey — Eddie draws you even closer to him. You both study each other intently. It’s like you’re waiting for the other to say something. Eddie does the honors and speaks first.

“I wasn’t born last night, doll. I was also your age at one point.”

———

To his own despair, Eddie touches himself later that night. Facing your room, he strokes his rock hard cock with his lotioned-up hand, running his thumb across the slit of his head, pretending it’s your tongue giving him a little tease like you did the popsicle.

“Fuuuck,” he grunts quietly. “You like when I fuck your throat, baby? Gonna suck me dry with that pretty little mouth of yours?”

You’re playing make-believe just as much. Because at the same time, in your room, you’re a drooling, pathetic mess, riding your wall-mounted toy to oblivion in your bathroom, legs trembling when the thick, veiny piece of silicone slams into the spongy part of your heat, initiating shock-waves all across your body.

“Eddie,” you find yourself blubbering. “EddieEddieEddieEddie…”

You both know it can’t be like this, but that was the mere thrill of it all. And when you both have overcome your peak, just one mere wall apart, the floodgates of guilt outweighs both your arousals the way it comes pouring in.

So, so wrong. But oh, so right.

You’re anticipating…waiting…aching for Eddie to make the next move.

He doesn’t.

“Going to the store again,” Eddie announces. “Hopefully this time they’ll have beef sausage. Need anything?”

Need you, is what you think. But you end up shaking your head, a part of you disappointed that you and Eddie won’t be able to spend some time alone together.

“No,” there’s defeat in your voice.

“Are you sure?” Eddie questions softly.

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Okay,” he gives you a grin, one in the form of a tight-lipped smile. “I’ll be right back. You be good.”

“Ha-ha,” you roll your eyes.

——

Eddie leaves the door of his room open that night. Just a smidge. You end up following the sound of his TV that he’s placed at a low volume, making out that it’s Seinfeld just by Jerry’s voice and the laugh track.

Your heart skips a beat as Eddie laughs along with the show, shaking his head at a stupid joke. But he shifts his focus immediately onto you when he sees you at the doorway.

“Having some alone time tonight?” you ask him.

“Mmm…not by choice,” he responds. “Tuckered your dad out after dinner doing P90X.”

Eddie follows a crazy workout routine. He says that it helps with his stamina, especially when he does crowd work during his stage performances. Your mind can’t help but wonder what else he may be using it for.

You snort. “Yeah. Dad wasn’t what you’d call an athlete in high school.”

Eddie laughs at that too. Both you and him know that.

He then pats the space on his bed beside him. “Wanna come watch with me?”

Your stomach does a series of cartwheels when you process Eddie’s question. You know what’s bound to happen if you follow through. And it seems Eddie knows it too. Even if there wasn’t any sexual tension between you both already, the concept of it all would rub anyone that way.

But you still follow through with it. Just like Eddie knew you would.

“You comfortable?” Eddie asks you, eyeing you endearingly as you squirm around on the bed.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Good…” he replies, voice nearly at a strained whisper now.

You two watch the show in silence for a few minutes, exchanging commentary and pleasantries regarding the show every so often. It’s not too long after Eddie pulls a laugh from you that he starts closing up the space between you both, scooting himself closer…and resting his gruff palm over the base of your knee.

You inhale sharply as he does so. And evident by your refusal to pull away, it’s enough of a green light for Eddie to hike up further.

A soft moan escapes your mouth from the back of your flustered throat, but you bite your lip in restraint.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

"For what?”

You shrug sheepishly as Eddie continues to graze your thigh. Your breathing falters even more.

“Don’t be scared,” Eddie coos.

“I’m not,” you insist.

“Then what’s stopping you from getting on top of me? Hm?”

He’s in between your legs now, the rough material of his denim jeans riding up your sex, teasing your clit with every calculated rub against it.

“And riding my rock hard cock til those pretty legs give out?” Eddie continues. “I see how you’ve been looking at me, doll. It's all over your face how bad you want it.”

“The bed is squeaky,” you answer honestly. “And that headboard is a lost cause.”

Eddie puts the dirty talk on pause, squirming around to assess the guest bed’s squeak factor. When it checks out, he gives you an understanding nod. You giggle.

Eddie wastes no more time. You watch as he grabs one of the pillows on the bed and wedges it between the wall and headboard. He issues you a sly smile.

“Oldest trick in the book.”

You're back to fooling around shortly after, your aching core burning with lust as you pine for him.

“The boys at school ever touch you this good?” Eddie quips rubbing circles around your puffy, needy folds as you hopelessly cling to him out of pleasure.

“No, Eddie.”

“Didn’t think so.”

He continues to tease, gliding his fingers along your slit before slowly inserting two large digits inside of you.

His calculated pumps into your needy pussy are steady, a pace so agonizingly beautiful that it makes you squeal sweet nothings into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, baby," Eddie hushes you. "Your dad's gonna hear us. Gotta be quiet for me, mkay?"

Your hot, messy, and muffled sounds cease as Eddie soothes your quivering lips with his tender ones.

The wet sounds that ricochet and fill the room in tandem is almost enough to send him over. And Eddie is sure to communicate that… with an abrupt curving of his three thick fingers.

Fuck.

Needing him direly now, you tug helplessly at his pants.

“God, Eddie,” you whimper. “Just fuck me already. Please.”

Eddie laughs at the desperation. He hasn’t ravaged you to his fullest extent yet, and you’re already a pooling mess beside him.

“Well since you said please, sweet girl,” Eddie obliges as he starts to undress himself. “Your wish is my command."

You watch Eddie as reaches over into the bedside drawer for a fresh box of condoms. Looks like the sausage links weren't the only things he went to the store for.

“Oh.”

Eddie chuckles at your observation before shrugging. Can you really blame him? You both knew what was coming.

You watch with absolute lust as Eddie slides the piece of rubber over his long, girthy, throbbing cock. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had before, and the snarky, hooded-eye smile as he watches you fawn reveals to you that he knows exactly how to use it.

"On your stomach, babygirl. Will have you all nice and pounded out just like you wanted.”

You situate yourself in prone and spread your legs for Eddie to line himself up against them. He teases his wrapped cock against the entrance of your pussy, and when his soothing countdown is over, your lips part in disposition as you accommodate his ruinous stretch.

A throaty moan spills out of the both of you the moment Eddie snaps his hips in and out of you. Meanwhile, one of his hands lays tauntingly at your stomach, so the prideful man can feel himself wriggling inside you, glazing his shaft with your slick more and more with every pump into your weak cunt.

"Fuck, Eddie... yes..." you mewl. "R-right there, Eddie, please..."

And then it picks up. You can feel Eddie’s hips practically collapse right onto you, his balls slapping against you as he digs further into your body.

"God damn..." the man sighs in disbelief.

He can only beam down at you in awe. You were taking him so good, pussy swallowing him so nice and tight. And when you nestle your ankles between each other to keep him there in prone, the nearly cries out in pleasure, but refrains because he knows your dad is resting — just a thin wall over.

That still doesn’t stop him from going to town though. Practically seeing stars, the broken record of a mouth that belongs to you chants Eddie’s name like it’s all you know. Eddie attempts to keep you contained, offering you his fingers to suck on as he’s railing you dumb.

And when he fucks you through your climax, Eddie continues with his string of lust-filled praises, satisfied at himself that he was able to make you wet enough to soak the mattress.

“Did so good for me, angel,” he praises you as he sucks at your temple. “Always knew you weren’t all that innocent.”

The griddle comes out again on Eddie’s last day. But this time, for a homestyle southern dinner.

You and Eddie were on mashed potatoes and gravy duty at the stove, an ordeal that only opened doors for lots of innuendos on Eddie’s part. Meanwhile, Dad insisted on making the rest, having taken pride in continuing his Mama’s legacy.

“This is amazing, Daddy,” you rave. “I really missed this. Do you mind passing the salt, please?”

And to your horror, you watch as your father and Eddie automatically extend their arms, bumping into one another in the process en route to getting you the salt.

The gentlemen meet each other’s eyes.

“Ohp!” Eddie exclaims, letting out a slight chuckle. “Sorry.”

You try your hardest not to blush. Eddie kicks you from under the table, and softly he oh-so-seductively he mutters,

“I was just tryna help her out.”

[thatonegrimm]

For the Saja boys, we saw an angel! reader, but what about a weeping angel! reader? Quiet, angelic looking but creepy, just lingers.

Thank you! ❤️🙂‍↕️

Thank you for the request! ❤️

Not-so-fun fact: the first time I saw the Weeping Angels episode as a kid, I got actual nightmares 💀 But I love this concept—quiet, angelic, and just the right amount of creepy. Here you go!💌

🌙Saja Boys x Weeping Angel!Reader

She doesn't speak. She doesn't blink. She stands there — in doorways, at the edge of shadow, in the wrong mirror at the wrong time. And somehow, they all fall in love with her anyway.

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🧿 Jinu 

Jinu noticed you on the third day passing by.

He’d walked past the courtyard dozens of times. But this time, you were there.

Statue-still. Wings half-open. Head bowed. Not just unmoving — unbreathing.

He thought you were a trick of light until he blinked and you were closer. Blinking again — gone.

It kept happening. Just enough to unsettle. Not enough to confirm.

So he started watching for you.

He saw you near the rehearsal mirrors. Behind the stairwell glass. Standing in doorways, always at a distance.

It didn’t make sense. But it didn’t feel threatening.

It felt like… waiting.

One night, when he saw you again near the rooftop exit, he didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, heart thudding like he was walking into a battlefield.

You didn’t move.

But when he reached for your hand — careful, unsure — you didn’t vanish.

He held on.

And you let him.

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💪 Abby

You were always standing.

In the hallway. The laundry room. The far side of the courtyard with your eyes lowered like you were praying to something only you remembered.

Abby never heard your footsteps.

But he always found you there — still as stone, watching him quietly.

At first, it creeped him out.

But one morning, when he came down early to work out, you were already there in the corner of the gym. Just… standing. Silent. Still.

He talked to you while he lifted.

Told you about his workout. His teammates. The time he accidentally broke a washing machine and blamed it on Romance.

You didn’t blink.

But the next day, you were in the same spot again.

He smiled.

“Didn’t figure you for a gym buddy,” he said.

No answer.

But when he strained mid-set, and opened his eyes to find you slightly closer — just enough to spot a towel folded behind you, held out neatly in your unmoving hands — he realized something:

You weren’t following him.

You were showing up.

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📚 Mystery

Mystery doesn’t ask questions he doesn’t want the answers to.

So when you start appearing — first in mirrors, then in windows, then closer — he says nothing.

He simply… watches back.

You’re there when he reads late into the night. When he forgets to eat. When he stares too long into the static between TV channels.

You don’t move. You don’t blink. You don’t leave.

And somehow, that comforts him.

Because Mystery knows what it’s like to stay still so the world doesn’t look too closely.

One night, he slides the window open.

Leaves a book propped open on the sill.

When he wakes, it’s been turned to a different page.

And the bookmark is a feather.

He doesn’t ask.

But the next night, he reads aloud.

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💋 Romance

Romance pretends he isn’t shaken the first time you show up.

You’re standing at the end of the hallway, silent as light, haloed by the glow of the kitchen lamp.

He’s never seen you blink.

He’s tried.

He flirts anyway. Tosses compliments into the quiet like confetti.

But when you’re gone, the silence lingers.

Days pass. He starts noticing you at stranger times — reflection in the stove, the stairwell at 3 a.m., watching from the fire escape.

Never a sound.

But always present.

He stops joking.

Starts whispering instead, when no one’s around.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he says once. “Not just because you don’t leave… but because I think you’d choose to, if I stopped needing you.”

You don’t move.

But when he opens his eyes again, there’s a handprint on the fogged mirror near his door.

Pressed gently. Just once.

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🔥 Baby 

You kept showing up in the weirdest places.

Behind the laundry room door. Half-visible on the balcony. Inside the reflection of the TV screen when it was turned off.

Not doing anything. Just standing.

Head tilted. Hands still. Eyes wide like you were listening to something no one else could hear.

“Hey,” he said once, walking straight up to you. “If you’re gonna haunt me, can you at least blink?”

You didn’t move.

He narrowed his eyes. “Not even a twitch? A flinch? Nothing?”

Silence.

He clicked his tongue. “Creepy.”

But he didn’t walk away.

Not even when you appeared in the training room the next day. Or outside his door that night.

Eventually, he stopped calling you weird.

Because one night, he burned himself. Stupid accident — grabbed a hot pan without thinking. Dropped it fast, hissed under his breath—You were there.

No sound. Just there.

He looked at you. Really looked this time.

“…You’re not haunting me,” he muttered.

You didn’t answer.

But something in your posture shifted — not softer. But closer.

More real.

He scoffed.

Then pulled a hoodie over his head and said, “Fine. But I still want a blink.”

You didn’t blink. But you stayed.

And that was enough.

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M-List

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

weirdness

OKAY

Why’s Skully’s idea of the ideal Halloween so jank??? Bro wants:

No candy (he says it’s frivolous and therefore unnecessary; Trey and Riddle argue for candy, RIDDLE defends CANDY)

No decorations (he calls for modesty and simplicity)

No color (just rooms painted entirely black with a single lit pumpkin; Vil and even Malleus, who often wears mostly black, areagainst this idea)

No music, no dancing (only silence; he says music and dancing is inappropriate even after the mermen talk about the importance of music)

To beat back (bad) ghosts (even though this holiday is meant to honor them all and their temporary return to the land of the living; Leona, Sebek, and Jamil are appalled at the suggestion, calling it discourteous)

Very odd how his entire concept of Halloween contradicts his idol’s vision for it?? Especially since Skully claims he and his entire village supposedly worship Jack Skellington as the founder of the holiday. In fact, Skully seems to be experiencing cognitive dissonance when Jack proposes a Halloween with all the things Skully disapproves of, but agrees to help with Jack’s vision anyway. What kind of twisted version of history do they have in his hometown…? Are Jack and Halloween as a whole just super dull there???

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, Skully js disappointed when you disagree with him… There’s also a very strange personality shift between Skully’s upbeat, gentlemanly self and the Skully that makes that deranged expression, speaks ill of dissenters, and gets gloomy when his ideas are rejected. His wording is also very odd???? He says things like he’ll teach everyone what a “proper” Halloween is, which is very reminiscent of how controlling Riddle was back in book 1. Skully also talks about LOT about reflection and atonement. He also mentions it is his duty/reason why he was brought to this world/book… to show everyone what Halloween truly is.

HOW IS SKULLY JUST AS CONSERVATIVE AND VAGUELY RELIGIOUS AS ROLLO???????? 😭 Look, it’s okay to have a different perspective on Halloween and want to celebrate it differently than the modern and more commercialized version of it, but there’s no need to be upset about it when you get outvoted??? (Not the NRC students were the most polite when they told Skully off, but still…) Really not sure how to feel about this.

Starting to think your classmates were right about you being WEIRD, Skully 💀 I didn’t buy the “he’s a cultist” or “he’s old/dead” or “he’s Rollo’s dead brother” theories but now I’m really eyeballin’ him suspiciously… (Not that I believe the theories now, but something is definitely up with him.)

[invoncible]

could you post more of popstar!girly!reader? honestly really love the concept, would love to see that fic you mentioned you have in your drafts 👀

popstar! girly! reader sneaking MARK GRAYSON into her music video ✧˚.

— hiii anon ! im so glad a lot of people love the concept because i've been having brainrot about it for so long. also !! that fic is at 11k words so far 💀 idk if you guys wanna read all that LMAO here's another scenario for the time being <3

i'd like to think when you start dating, mark understands the need to keep public and private life separate. he gets it better than anybody, which is what makes your unconventional relationship work out as well as it does.

that's not to say he doesn't get a little selfish sometimes.

when he's scrolling on tiktok or the reddit page dedicated to you and sees all these people thirsting over you... he feels some kind of way.

people calling themselves your wife, husband, partner, whatever—mark was happy for your success but there was a part of him that wanted to scream from the rooftops that he was yours, not them.

so when you proposed that he feature in your music video, he was overjoyed.

"i was thinking..." you hummed, manicured nails tapping away at your phone screen as you texted your manager. "did you wanna be in my new video? we want to include a boyfriend part and well... you're the only one qualified for that."

mark sat up sharply with an immediate, "yes." he accepted it solemnly, like he was accepting a world-changing quest.

you brightened, glossy lips spreading into a big smile. "really? all you'd have to do is flex and pose and be hot."

he grinned and leaned over to kiss your cheek, pulling you into his arms. "so a regular day, then?"

your crew loved mark. they loved how dorky he was, carrying comics to pass the time while you got ready in your outfits and makeup.

little did he know he had an appointment with hair and makeup himself.

"you can pull out if you want to, you know." you said as you fixed your hair in the huge led-light mirror.

mark was fidgeting beside you, turning left and right and assessing his reflection with a critical eye.

"and have you run around with someone else?" he frowned, a slight pout tugging on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. "how can you even look in this thing without getting blinded?"

you giggled and dimmed the mirror lights to something he could handle.

"it was either you or no one. i just want to make sure you're comfortable." you said slowly, patiently, walking up beside him and tugging his restless hands away from his face. "this is kind of like a soft launch, you know?"

it'd be a hard launch if he had anything to say about it.

at first, he was a little stiff. it wasn't everyday he had to stand shirtless on a set with cameras aimed right at him.

when you started dancing with him, he acted like he hadn't seen you naked before. hands balled into fists at his sides, a tight lipped smile, the sweat pouring down his forehead...

the filming process might have taken a few more days than intended, but it was worth allowing mark to grow comfortable with the set and the crew. he put his all into his screen time.

fast forward to the release day, the internet was buzzing. you had guys in your music videos before, but they always met horrible ends.

so when you were spinning in some random guy's arms—not even a known model or celebrity—they were thoroughly confused.

it looked like a home video more than anything else. they could tell you two had insane chemistry.

the edits of you two together came first; then, the edits of the mysterious backup guy exploded on the internet. you were eating good for once, having a wealth of edits of your boyfriend at your disposal.

he found you giggling and kicking your feet. "what's got you in such a good mood?"

you just bit your lip, barely containing your smile as you held up your phone. an edit, albeit of low quality, of him smiling down at you in the low light of the scene, shots of his muscular back and arms and oh, you just had to save it and the 100s of others just like it.

he felt his face heat up as he watched it, looking away bashfully. "did... people like it?"

"they loved it." you hummed, pulling him down to bed and kissing his cheek. "and so did i."

he hummed, the sliver of praise making his chest puff up proudly.

"look, they've dubbed you 'boyfriend.'" you giggled, scrolling through fan comments. who is this man?? / that backup boyfriend guy kinda fine tho?? / look at how boyfriend looks at her awww! / boyfriend can't take us all at once. / boyfriend can't handle all that. / can boyfriend fight?

he smirked to himself as he absorbed the playful outrage of your fanbase. they could complain all they wanted, but he can handle all that and yes, he can fight.

© invoncible

[kxsagi]

I remember seeing this TikTok about a woman shopping with her husband, but then she went down an aisle and began to run away from him (AS A JOKE OFC) and when he noticed he ran after her and complained that he was a "husband in distress" when he caught up to her 😂

Anyway, I thought that was funny so I'm very curious to see how the Blue lock guys would react if their S/O suddenly ran from them when they're shopping (I know for a fact Bachira and Shidou would chase them down 💀)

“𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬”

a/n: i lowkey wanna do this to someone 😭

(art credits go to fiialuth)

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu

itoshi rin

you take off without a word and he just goes “... what the fuck.” 

stands frozen in the pasta aisle, staring at your shrinking figure like you just personally offended the concept of logic. 

does not chase you. he just slowly pushes the cart, finds you hiding behind the cereal, and stops in front of you like the grim reaper. 

“are you done?” 

you’re laughing. he’s not. 

grabs a box of oatmeal and goes, “you’re not even good at hiding.” 

BUT… when you start walking back like nothing happened, he bumps his shoulder into yours and mumbles, “next time, at least tell me the direction so i can block your path.” 

that’s rin’s way of saying “i’ll play next time, idiot.”

isagi yoichi

you speed off while he’s scanning items in the cart like a responsible boyfriend. 

“huh?? wait– love?? where are you going???” 

immediately thinks something’s wrong. “is she okay??? is there a rat?? fire?? someone threatening her?!” 

doesn’t hesitate. full jog. passing grannies and toddlers to find you. 

sees you peeking out from behind the soda display and just STANDS there, exasperated. 

“you scared me. i thought you were being kidnapped or something!” 

and then you show him your phone with the tik tok trend and he just stares at it like: “i can’t believe i almost sprinted into a child for this.” 

forgives you in like 0.2 seconds and buys you your favorite snack anyway. 

bachira meguru

you’re holding his hand, all sweet and soft, walking past the cereal aisle when you suddenly drop it and bolt like you're in the olympics. 

“huh? huh??”

bachira legit does a full body spin before registering what just happened. 

and then it’s over. he is OFF. 

pushes the cart like it’s a getaway vehicle, swerving down aisles, screaming: “STOP THAT WOMAN!!! SHE STOLE MY HEART AND MY PUDDING!!” 

knocks over an entire display of granola bars. winks at a crying toddler. 

he finally catches up, dramatically grabs you from behind like you’re in a movie and whispers, “you can run, but you can’t hide from love.” 

gives you a snack as a peace offering. it’s crushed but it’s the thought. 

itoshi sae

you run away without warning. he just blinks. 

slowly pulls out his phone and starts recording like, “this is what i deal with. this is my life.” 

literally no one believes he has a girlfriend until moments like this 

does not chase you but does silently appear behind you and scare the hell out of you mid-laugh. 

“really? in a grocery store?” 

sighs and pulls you back to the cart by your sleeve. 

“you act like this and still call me the emotionally unavailable one.” 

buys you ice cream and says nothing else for the rest of the trip. he secretly enjoyed it. 

kaiser michael

you make eye contact, smirk, and sprint away like a menace. 

kaiser, still holding a $32 bottle of imported olive oil, yells: “NOT YOU LEAVING ME FOR DEAD IN THIS CAPITALIST JUNGLE.” 

then sighs like a man betrayed. 

“first you run, then you’ll probably make me push the cart too.” 

despite the dramatics, he casually power-walks after you with his designer sneakers squeaking on the floor. 

finds you two aisles down, crouched behind the paper towels giggling. 

leans over and whispers in your ear, “you think this is cute? wait till i run away and leave you to pay the bill.” 

(he wouldn’t. he’s just salty that you’re lowkey faster.)

shidou ryusei

he’s not even surprised. you run away and he just grins. 

“oh? trying to make it interesting, huh?” 

takes off after you like a maniac, not even using the main path – he cuts through displays, crawls under the bakery racks, and uses the employee doors. 

turns it into his game: “catch the bratty princess.” 

almost tackles you into the bread section but misses and hits a baguette stand. 

comes out holding one like a sword: “your reign ends here, my liege.” 

employees are on the verge of calling security. 

kisses your forehead while you're hiding behind a fridge and says, “next time, run faster. i almost got bored.”

nagi seishiro

you bolt. he doesn’t move. just stares blankly. 

“huh.” 

stares at your fading figure for a solid 10 seconds before deciding it’s too much effort. 

he wanders off to the snack aisle instead. 

you come back out of breath and find him leaning on the cart, scrolling on his phone like nothing happened. 

“didn’t feel like chasing you. you’d come back eventually.” 

hands you a chip. “here. salty. like you.” 

says next time he’ll bring a leash. you can’t tell if he’s serious or lazy flirting.

mikage reo

watches you run away, hand dramatically to his chest. 

“my love… why must you flee?” 

this man starts reciting a fake monologue in the middle of the store. 

“all these riches and i still cannot keep you. alas.” 

follows after you at a light jog, waving to passing customers like you’re filming a commercial. 

finds you crouched down and just sits beside you with a bag of goldfish snacks. 

“you have thirty seconds to explain before i start tickling you in front of these strangers.” 

you're wheezing and he just smiles like, "mission accomplished." 

karasu tabito

you run. he laughs like a proud dad watching his toddler escape a bath. 

“there she goes… my little maniac.” 

chases you down like he’s in a spy movie. ducks under signs, jumps over a mop bucket. 

yells “CODE RED!! CODE RED!! GIRLFRIEND ON THE RUN!!” 

finds you and goes full dramatic: “the fugitive has been apprehended.” 

spins you into his arms and dips you like you’re ballroom dancing. 

two kids watching him like he’s a real-life superhero. 

“don’t try that again unless you’re ready to be tackled, princess.”

yukimiya kenyu

you sprint away with no warning. he’s holding two cartons of milk. 

just blinks and sighs, “oh no…” 

puts the milk in the cart and walks after you, more tired than mad. 

mutters to himself, “why is she like this. why do i love it.” 

eventually finds you hiding and leans casually on the shelf. 

“you know, the more you run, the longer we have to stay here.” 

helps you up and adjusts your hair like nothing happened. 

“next time, at least wear shoes with proper grip. you almost slipped.” 

kisses your cheek and pushes the cart like the loyal soft king he is. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[lustlovehart]

Guess who’s birthday it is today (me <(￣▽￣)>)!!! With it, some random brain blurbs i’ve thought about but never had the time or creative thought to flesh it out.

- Yandere! Twst Final Survivor scenario!!! Maybe it’s a reunion with the cast, a couple of years later after graduating from NRC. You’re running circles around each group, making conversation with all of them about their successful lives. Though… no matter how hard you try to ignore it, there are always a pair of eyes following you around wherever you go… It isn’t until the party’s end that this feeling of dread becomes impossibly heavier, with even more eyes watching you. Why? Ace accidentally lets it slip that everyone there has had a thing for you at some point. It’s silent, yet you laugh it off. Even if that really is the case, it’s been years, there’s no way any of them still have those feelings for you right? When you finally head home, something eats at you… a feeling, of fear about turning around the corner. It’s most likely your imagination… it’s dark, quiet, and you’re alone. There’s nothing there—

Cue finding Ace and Deuce, dead. To which it’s your job to find out who did it while simultaneously keeping yourself alive. Unbeknownst to you, the killer would never do that to you… because you’re the only one he wants. In my head there were two ways it could go, with the first being eventually everyone from the party is murdered because of their feelings for you, you and the killer being the last remaining. The second is a brawl, with instead of one, everyone ends up being a killer trying to take out their rivals. It’s a bit harder though considering they have to be alert about being murdered and murdering. In this case, I like to think Deuce and Ace purposefully faked their death to get everyone fighting each other, so then they could take you away without anyone noticing :))

- Yandere! Hero x Villian Reader?!?!? Everyone in the world knows about you and their beloved hero’s rivalry. You rob a bank, blow up an orphanage, litter in the ocean, even attempt world domination—! And yet he’ll still stop you. On the cameras, you’re always beaten and bruised, with their symbol of hope equally damaged and battered, yet you somehow, always end up escaping last minute. No, matter how many times though, he’ll face the camera with his swoon-worthy face (that leads many of their fans squealing) and pridefully declare he will stop at nothing, to make sure you’re captured in his arms. Little does anyone know, they’re not lying about you being in his arms. Because behind that facade of justice, those cameras… out the reach of any press, In the middle of your dastardly deeds, he’ll have you pinned down.

Not declaring for you to stop your villainy... But for you to take him back. He’ll stop all your attempts at blowing up innocent neighborhoods with one hand, burying his head in your chest as he asks why you broke up with him. Did he not stop your evilness well enough?! But he really loves you with all his heroic heart! He’s still a hero—! But when nobody’s watching… he’s taken down other heroes trying to interrupt your evil! See? He’ll feed into your mischief just let him kiss you again…! He doesn't seem to understand the whole reason you’re a villain in the first place… Is to get him to stop obsessing over you!!!

I like to imagine this concept with Floyd, Azul, Malleus, or even Riddle/Rollo!! It could also work as another harem idea where multiple heroes are trying to have this specific villain all for themselves. For Hsr I genuinely think it would be so interesting with any of the guys. Because i’m in love with him, I love the idea of Blade being a deadpan hero, who genuinely seems like he should be a villain... Obsessed with Villian reader.

- Serial Killer Boyfriend x Reader!! (Originally, if you could guess, I thought about Jade for this 💀 but anyone else could work too!) he originally started this relationship with you entirely for the idea of dismantling those pretty limbs and creating a fun masterpiece… He’s done it to multiple partners so it really shouldn't be any different with you, and yet… Unfortunately, killing you is now the last thing on his mind. Instead, he takes out the urge to kill on your friends… until you finally find out he’s the one slowly plucking off each close friend of yours. He never would’ve assumed though… while his darling lover may not be a cold-blooded killer… they’re certainly not normal…

To which you tell him, you want him to plan your murder 20 years from now, so then your death will be a mystery for years to come. When he asks you why you would want him to do that, you tell him you’re absolutely terrified of his crimes, yet love him so much, that he’d be the perfect perpetrator for the plan you’ve been hatching for years. (Synopsis, He’s a crazy murderer, you’re a crazier lover).

- Fluffier (or angstier 💀) scenario, where you’re a Ghost, and [Insert chara] who’s an exorcist (I like to imagine Riddle for this hehe) falls hopelessly in love with you. Maybe it wasn’t even a mission, he just moved into a new flat and found a ghost living there. Your presence isn’t very strong, if anything, it’s incredibly weak. Your appearance has ripped clothes partially covering your face, hiding your identity. You sort of just sit there, an occasional scare through the window of his poor neighbor. He’s already preparing to exorcise you before you somehow gain power and wreak havoc on the living. Yet a cold touch has him freeze, preparing for any sudden movements from you. If you try anything, he’ll make you disappear on the spot. He watches your transparent freezing hand covers his, your body lowering down until your head is rested where he kneels. For a moment, he imagines that you’re warm instead of cold.

“I don't... Want to disappear…” … All ghosts say that. There’s no reason he shouldn’t go through with it, you’re no different. He's about ready to rid his home of your existence until you shift, allowing your face in full display. “I’ll miss you even more.” … There’s no doubt. You may have sunken eyes and features of the dead, but it’s you. His friend who mysteriously disappeared, and whom he had the most insane crush on for years. And the rest of the plot is basically him trying to find out who murdered you and how so you can peacefully move on. Orr, for a happier side, he attempts to find a way to bring you back to life so you can live the rest of your youth that was so cruelly taken from you.

Honestly, Ace and Deuce could also work for thisss.

[bunnywithablog]

Hi! I saw that requests were open, so I wonder... can I request an imagine or headcanons (whatever you're more comfortable doing) about Legosi falling for a carnivore s/o and struggling with that after being so sure to be attracted to herbivores only please??

my writing chops are a bit rusty so please excuse me if this feels a bit off 😭 i had lots of fun writing it though!! if anyone is interested in a part 2, please let me know! i think it's a cool concept to explore and would love to do more with this >:) thank's for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

requests | rules | masterlist

pairing: Beastars - legoshi x carnivore!gn!reader - feeling conflicted over falling for a carnivore hc’s

warnings: internalized ...species-phobia??, brief locker-room talk from bill, implied love triangle if you squint

- now this just threw him for an absolute loop

- i mean, sure legoshi has always been more than capable of recognizing when a carnivore would be considered conventionally attractive

- but to actually FEEL attracted to them himself???

- manages to convince himself that maybe he just really likes you,,,,as a fellow peer?

- why else would he feel so strongly towards you?

- it had to be some pack-mentality science! yeah, definitely! 🤔

- but it's hard to ignore the way his ears perk at the sound of your voice during class

- or the slight wag of his tail when he catches your scent in the hallways

- or how his heart seems to stop whenever you look in his direction,,,, 💗

- it's like you were sent into his life specifically to shake him up, it's so confusing!

- so his best solution to this? avoiding you entirely.

- outta sight outta mind 🫡

- sitting extremely far away from your spot in classes, changing which hallway routes he takes, getting to and leaving the cafeteria way before/after you

- it's a perfect plan, really!

- except you don't leave his mind

- no matter where he is or what he's doing, images and questions about you creep into his thoughts

- 'what do they like to do in their free time? they have a really pretty smile, i bet it attracts a lot of people... are they interested in dating right now? would they even be interested in a grey wolf, for that matter? how do they keep their fur looking so soft?'

- he even makes more time to hang around with haru to try reinforce his established attraction to just herbivores

- the only thing this really achieves is sending him into a spiral about how he's attracted to two different people now

- and when you get scouted into the drama club as one of the dancers, it's even harder to keep you out of his sight

- starts making slip-ups with angling the lighting correctly since his focus can't help but shift to you during rehearsals

- the others in the backstage crew actually start asking if he's alright because he never makes this many mistakes

- he thinks every movement you make is so graceful, controlled and confident,,,

- it's a testament to the way you own your strengths and effortlessly channel them into your skills; it makes it undeniably alluring to watch the way you move

- wait! no! it's normal for most carnivores to be good at the physical arts so it's not attraction, just admiration for how good you are!

- denial is a river in egypt,,,,

- this cycle goes on for quite some time until the first dress rehearsal

- "oh man, did you see how good [name] looks out there in their costume? what a hot bod, especially doing all those poses and bends during the dance routine! heh, what i'd do to get a piece of that... huh? hey, legoshi, what's got you all wound-up?"

- hearing bill talk about you like that and subsequently having to hold back from hurtling a mean punch his way, legoshi finally accepted that this was a feeling he had to address 💀

- despite the borderline obsessive pull toward you, he realizes he doesn't actually know you beyond being classmates and drama club members together

- eventually concludes the best course of action is to formally introduce himself and hopefully spend some time together

- figures it's also a good way to see if these feelings grow or fade the more he gets to know you, maybe it really is just some carnivore pack-mentality thing!

- best-case scenario is that he just really wanted to be friends with you so he can continue pursuing haru without worry, but only time will tell now...

enjoy what i write? consider helping with my transition! 💕

[archrafayel]

ೕ     ׄ HOW I GOT INTO TWO COLLEGES WITH SHITTY CIRCUMSTANCES ྀ .   ݁  ˖ 

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ this is a success story i had last year, but i decided to share it to motivate you guys and especially those who are manifesting getting into their dream college but think "they can't" because of this or that (because they got really low grades or whatever reason). i'm here to prove you wrong ;)

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ in 2023 adult life hit and i had to decide what career i wanted cause being unemployed and poor wasn't an option at the time lmaooo. i chose tech cause i always found it easy and was already learning programming to help my family since it pays really well. researched areas that paid well and fell in love with software engineering. decided i'd go to college and become a software engineer.

but, things didn't go as planned...

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ i'm brazilian and here if you're broke and went to public school, the government pays for college through prouni. but you gotta take the ENEM test and get good grades to pass. i had just finished high school and unlike most people, never took prep courses cause i couldn't afford it so i studied alone with whatever time i had (which was basically nothing lol). first try i got decent grades (620/1000 if memory serves) but not enough for software engineering, so i ended up in systems analysis at some mid university 💀. at that time i didn't wanna be without college so i assumed i'd pass that one (pretty sure i used subliminals/methods back then cause i thought it depended on that stuff) and actually got first place even though i didn't want to study there. first college i got into cause i manifested it - i started studying there but always hoped i'd get into what i actually wanted.

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ everything was "fine" until life decided to be messy: toxic job that fucked up my head, my little brother got hospitalized near death (thank hekate & freyja he's okay now), and my mental health was in the gutter so i had to drop out.

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ recovered/got my shit together and decided to try again for the college i wanted (you can try prouni twice a year). this time i did something different - i just assumed i already passed software engineering. that's it. whenever i thought about college i'd tell myself "i'm already a software engineering student" and even told people close to me.

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ obviously doubts came up like "will i actually make it?" cause i didn't have the grades the first time and i was scared. but i always went back to assuming i already had it. registration day came and there was literally ONE spot available for software engineering in my city. i was scared but signed up anyway. next day when pre-selected candidates were announced: MY NAME WAS THERE IN FIRST PLACE. i was shook cause it's not easy to pass, that was the only spot available, and it was exactly the university i wanted??? after that i just calmly waited for the final results cause i already knew i passed. and when they finally came out (pretend to be surprised) MY NAME WAS THERE AND I HAD MADE ITTTT!!! 😱 i was in shock cause my score was the lowest there, many candidates had higher scores than mine and i passed for the only spot in the city.

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ i used to think i needed to do a million things to manifest but now i'm living proof that NOTHING MATTERS!!! i had terrible circumstances, shitty self concept, etc. and still got into my dream college. if i can do it you can fucking do it too!! didn't do anything fancy or complicated - just assumed it was mine and moved on with my life.

𔓕ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ just be the person who already has what you want. there's no process, nothing to try to get when you ALREADY HAVE IT. the moment you assume something, it's already yours. nothing more to be done.

[monster-effer]

Oh okk my wifi been acting up lately💀 I requested hcs with all the l&ds men about how'd they react to finding out reader can secretly pole dance, sfw and nsfw hcs if you do nsfw please! Thank you!!💕

This was a really fun concept to write about!!

It seems I am incapable of describing things concisely because this turned out much longer than I expected LMAO, I hope you enjoy 💗💗💗

Sylus

Funnily enough, this starts from a game of tipsy Truth of Dare with Luke and Kieran. You chose truth and they asked you to tell them one unknown fact about yourself. You are a certified yapper when you’re tipsy so you blabbed about your pole dancing hobby then passed out and forgot about your confession.

Of course this info made its way back to Sylus (most likely that same night). And he was intrigued. He would tease you while asking why you’ve been keeping such an interesting hobby from him.

The very next day he would have a pole installed in one of the spare rooms of his home base.

The room would be decorated with in dark, seductive colors with ceiling lights that  showcase the pole and the immediate area around it.

There is no furniture in the room besides a plush black arm chair and a side table.

Sylus calls you over to the N109 Zone saying that he has a surprise for you.

When you arrive he’s all smirks and being more vague than usual. You also don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

As he lets you walk into the room first, you are speechless.

“Forgive me if this is too presumptuous kitten, but I couldn’t get the image of you pole dancing out of my mind. I have a request, why don’t you show me what you’ve learned so far?”

“What’s in it for me?”

Sylus chuckles huskily before replying “Have I ever left you empty handed? You know me better than that.”

You gulp at his offer and quickly don the outfit and shoes that are placed neatly near the pole in the room.

Sylus dims the lights in the room, with the ceiling lights over the pole brighter than the rest. He settles into the armchair and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He adjusts himself in his pants, already feeling his cock stiffen from the anticipation.

You stretch and take a few breaths to get yourself in the zone.

You connect your phone to the speaker in the room then play the first song from your pole dancing playlist.

Once you feel confident and ready, you make eye contact with Sylus and begin to sway to the seductive music.

Although you took several classes in person, you have never performed for anyone before.

You begin to slowly whine your hips to the beat and spin while maneuvering around the pole.

With Sylus’ full attention focused on you, you can’t help but feel like a goddess.

Sylus’ gaze is practically searing your skin. You begin to perspire from the effort you’re putting into this performance. Feeling bold, you slide all the way down the pole until your thighs are flush with the floor. Then, you crawl towards Sylus.

Sylus sharply inhales and puts down his emptied glass on the side table as he eagerly awaits what’s to come.

When you reach him, you place your hands on his knees and slowly rise to your feet. You flash a mischievous smile at him before straddling his lap. Then you wind your arms around his neck and look into his eyes as you grind down hard onto his lap.

Your breath intermingles as you hypnotize him with your undulating hips. When your performance ends you are lightly panting, nervously awaiting to hear his thoughts.

Sylus is mesmerized by the gift you’ve just given him. And he can’t help but to cup the right side of your face before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Your lips glide against one another before you both have to pull away to catch your breath.

“Does that mean you enjoyed the show?”

“You were exquisite my sweetie,” he says as he places his hands under your thighs and rises from the chair. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he walks towards the door of the room.

“Now, let me give you your prize for that outstanding performance.”

Zayne

Zayne is walking around downtown Linkon when something catches his eye. He sees someone that looks suspiciously like you in the window of a fitness class. He has eyes for no one else as he watched you swing effortlessly around the pole. Not wanting to be mistaken for a pervert, he only watches for a few more moments before continuing on his walk.

He ends up walking past his intended destination because he was lost in thought over what he saw. So many questions pop into his mind. Luckily it is Thursday, and he has plans with you this weekend.

Saturday morning finally arrives, and you are at Zayne’s door holding an assorted box of fruit flavored macaroons.

As you let yourself in with your key, you find Zayne washing dishes in his kitchen. He is lost in his thoughts because he doesn’t immediately notice you’ve come in. You place the macaroons on the kitchen counter before circling his waist with your arms and resting your head on his back.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he says softly.

“I just arrived. A penny for your thoughts?”

He finishes washing the dish in his hand before he dries his hand on a clean dish towel. He untangles his body from yours so he can face you.

“I saw something interesting when I was taking a stroll in downtown Linkon earlier this week.”

“Oh? And what was so interesting that it’s stayed on your mind until now?”

Zayne pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as a light blush overtakes his cheekbones.

“I saw someone who looked exactly like you a few days ago. They could have been your doppelgänger.”

It doesn’t immediately register in your mind that he’s talking about you yet.

“Oh? And what was my twin doing?”

He clears his throat before continuing. “Pole dancing,” he says in a low tone.

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots.

“O-oh,” you say shakily.”

“It’s a new hobby that I picked up recently. I didn’t think you, my doctor, would complain about me building muscle,” you reply cheekily.

“It seems you misunderstood me. I am far from complaining. I do have a request though.”

“And what is that?”

“I request an encore performance, just for me. Considering your medical condition, it is not advisable to begin a new exercise routine without first consulting your doctor.” He says with the smallest grin on his face.

“When is your next available appointment? I had a pole installed in my apartment a week ago. We can conduct your assessment there.”

Rafayel

Rafayel comes across your knee pads and skimpy outfit when he visits your apartment one day.

“What kind of event calls for this outfit cutie?” He asks while holding up your short shorts and knee pads.

IMO Rafayel would be very curious about your pole dancing skills. He would teasingly request a demonstration of your skills and he’d be adorably flustered as he watches your body wind up, down and around the pole.

The man would be flabbergasted and turned on at this demonstration of strength and the expression of freedom as you perform for him.

The sensual nature of this private show is heavy in the room. He’s never seen you look so confident and carefree before. He lets out a weak moan as he watches you and begins to palm his erection through his dress pants.

As a result of your performance, his libido and creativity are at an all time high.

He would have a pole installed in his studio and call you over one day.

He would request that you to hold various poses for him as he attempts to capture the raw sensuality you exude.

Rafayel would get so worked up while he paints that his ever steady hand begins to shake. Before he is done, he is begging for you to use him for your own pleasure. Whether it be riding his face, his cock or his fingers. Any of those get him off because your pleasure is his.

This develops into a pleasurable cycle.

One, two, three paintings later result in Rafayel being desperate and needy for you. More so than he already was. He is never letting you go.

And the paintings of you begin to pile up in his studio. But they aren’t for sale of course, they are for his eyes only.

Because to Rafayel you are the most captivating work of art he’s ever seen, and he will not share this side of you with the rich schmucks that can afford his art.

Caleb

Caleb finds out about your new hobby during one of his visits to Linkon. Instead of heading to his apartment in Skyhaven, he came over to your apartment for a change of pace.

When he walks into your apartment, he is immediately greeted by the pole you had installed in your living room.

He playfully raises his eyebrow and tilts his head to the side as he says, “I didn’t know you have this in you pipsqueak.”

You shrug and say, “I’m not a kid anymore Caleb.”

He slowly eyes you up and down. “Oh, there’s no doubt about that. How exactly did you start this new hobby?”

As you explain that you got into pole dancing for fun and strength building Caleb is nodding along with your reasoning.

“Strength building huh? Show me what you’ve learned so far princess.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. But you eventually agree then go change into the performance outfit that gives you the most confidence.

Caleb is already feeling flustered when he sees the skimpy outfit you changed into. He has tried not to act on his long held crush but today may push him past his limit.

As you stretch you wonder if this is crossing the line for what is acceptable to do with a childhood friend/pseudo brother figure. Although you’ve denied it on multiple occasions, your feelings for Caleb lost their innocence well before this moment.

You grab your bluetooth speaker and turn on some music. As you lock gazes with Caleb you feel like this is the point of no return.

Caleb looks suspiciously comfortable seated on your living room couch, thighs spread wide and arms resting on the back of the sofa.

You gaze trails away from him as you close your eyes to get yourself into the zone. After taking a deep breath, you begin to strut around the pole. You seamlessly transition into a routine that you’ve practiced multiple times. But today it feels different, somehow more intimate because Caleb is watching you.

You lose yourself in the music as you climb the pole and twirl slowly down it. You feel so seductive in this moment as you lock eyes with Caleb and take in his reaction.

Caleb was already attracted to you because how could he not be? But tonight, he is struggling to hold back his possessive urges to stake his claim on you. In his mind, you have always been his and tonight he’s going to make sure you know it.

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish your routine before he activates his evol and pulls you right into his lap. His violet eyes were filled with lust as he takes in the surprised look on your face.

You are shook to say the least. Caleb doesn’t use his evol on you often, and when he has it was never for something like this. The tension between you two is thick as you look into each other’s eyes.

“I take it that you liked the show?”

“I’m sure you can feel how much I enjoyed it princess. From now on think I’ll be crashing at your place whenever I’m in town,” he says before pulling you into a messy kiss.

Xavier

Xavier finds out about your new hobby from overhearing a conversation you were having with Tara and Simone.

From the brief snippets he heard, it seemed like something you were really excited about. It made him wonder why you haven’t mentioned it to him yet. Since you two talk practically every day there have been plenty of opportunities to do so.

A few weeks pass before Xavier feels like he’s given you enough time. He decides to bring it up while you two laze around his apartment.

“I heard you talking to your coworkers about your new hobby.”

You choke on your boba tea.

“Did you now?”

“Yeah,” he answers breezily. “What is it?”

“I’m learning how to pole dance. It utilizes multiple muscle groups and I like how it makes me feel.”

Xavier is shocked but he doesn’t let it show on his face. “How does it make you feel?”

You whisper out “Strong…and beautiful.”

Xavier hums lightly at your answer.

“Are you allowed to record yourself in the classes you take?”

“I would have to check. But, I had a pole installed in my apartment a few days ago.”

A small smile appeared on Xavier’s face. “Can you show me your moves bunny?”

You send a flirtatious smile his way before standing up and walking towards his front door.

Let’s just say that Xavier is mystified by your hips. You show out for him just to see what causes him to lose his composure. It happens to be the moment that you slide down the pole, proceed to stand up and swivel your hips in a figure eight motion that does it.

Xavier flashes over to the pole, grabs you, then sits back on the couch while holding you in his lap. “Continue dancing,” is all he says in the commanding tone that makes your heart quiver. When you look in his eyes you realize you may have pushed him too hard.

You gyrate in his lap as you hold his gaze, charmed by his blue eyes that have darkened with lust.

His thumbs are digging into your hips, holding you in place. As if you’re trying to escape.

Xavier would 100% whisper some nasty shit into your ear while you continue to grind on him. Once he’s had enough let’s just say that your bed frame and pussy never recovered ♡.

[tomikashii]

Hi hi, just wondering if you could do a tkdb fic thing with a player/reader that shows affection by biting. Like, they're happy or just feeling super affectionate and leans over to just nom on the ghoul's arm or back or shoulder.

Also, not affection with biting like when they're mad or annoyed; although angry ones hurt and affectionate ones are just a nom (or possible hickey). Like, the angry one is just a hard chimp that will VERY MUCH leave teeth marks (for example, a ghoul keeps sticking their hand near the face, gets annoying so just chomp).

Feel free to not do it, I just thought it'd be a funny idea considering how a few of the characters are (Specifically Ed with his vampire-ness and Rui with bites through clothes (also Taiga but we ignore that he'll spawn))

tokyo debunker : the ghouls with mc who bites out of affection/no affection

to anon : thank you so much for the ask !! 🩷 I REALLY HAD A BLAST WITH THIS CONCEPT !! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this <33

⚠️ : some are a little suggestive (?) so minors DNI !

frostheim

jin kamurai

he was ordering you around his room, asking you to clean his laundry & keep his room tidy.

you finally had enough of his constant micro-managing around his room that pounced on his back, before grabbing his shoulders and bit on him.

“.... what are you doing ?” he asked, with his face in an unreadable expression as you continued chewing on his arm. (he finds it cute though)

tohma ishibashi

another one who micro-manages around you and would tease you

you finally had enough and bite on his arm, making him look up at you in surprise

small smile crept on his face as he analysed your grumpy expression as he apologises for his teasing (he is not, he continued teasing you)

lucas errant

was super shocked when you suddenly bit him out of affection and how ‘cute he was being’

his brain was processing, thinking that maybe you were hungry and offered you his biscuits

after explaining to him, he smiles and said that he will take note of the small habit of yours

kaito fuji

starts screaming because he thought you have lost all your sanity

after he realises that you are just biting him because you are mad about his unnecessary overthinking, he got embarrassed

would want you to bite him more often🧍🏻‍♀️(the hinting was CRAZY)

vagastrom

alan mido

another “are you okay ? are you hungry ?”

he was so confused as you continued chewing his arm out of affection when he was telling you about how you shouldn't get involved with him

the biting didn't really hurt him btw, it just felt like the campus cats nibbling onto him playfully

leo kurosagi

starts yelling because it HURTS HIM

calls you crazy after that but it doesn't stop him from continuously waving his hand at your face or teasing you

now he has better reflexes whenever he knows you are gonna bite down at him

sho haizono

this guy is so amused as you bite on him when he was teasing you

“woah, did i forget to feed you ?” he teases again as you roll your eyes and then biting on him harder

he starts laughing (OH MY GOD) even harder and starts apologising while laughing

jabberwock

haru sagara

“WHAT ARE YOU ? PEEKABOO ?”

starts laughing wholeheartedly as he compares you to peekaboo. (lets face it, he would take it as a regular occurrence)

would pat your head too as you bite on his arm 😭 (he REALLY doesn't take you seriously)

towa otonashi

confused. just confused. starts laughing because he thinks you are so cute biting onto him

then he realises that you reminded him of the fox that bit haru and he bites you back (?)

yea you never bit him after that because towa's version of biting gave you a big hickey on your arm 💀

ren shiranami

another one who calls you crazy

would threaten to get ritsu to sue you as you bite on him harder

he got used to it though and whenever you bite him, he just yells and apologises for whatever he did that made you bite down on him

sinostra

taiga hoshibami

“getting bold now, kitty-cat ?” he smirks as you bite down on his arm.

you must have the balls of steel to even think of biting down on taiga. (you were never to be seen again as you disappeared into his room)

now he leaves bite marks around you and expects you to leave him some as well

romeo scorpio lucci

STARTS YELLING (with red tinted cheeks)

compares you to taiga LOL “DO YOU WANT TO BE THE SECOND BTH, BB ?!” he yells as you your teeth still biting down onto his arm

- would immediately jump away when he notices you ready to grab his arm to bite it down again

ritsu shinjo

the moment you bite down on him when he was lecturing you about some law article, he instinctively hardened his body in response (your TEETH HURTS)

defends himself and used a law statement that you are not allowed to bite him with no consent

no actually he is pretty embarrassed by your nibbling & now, he doesn't harden his body in instinct around you anymore

hotarubi

subaru kagami

shocked and even thought that lyca's werewolf instincts was rubbing off you 💀

would laugh when he felt your nibbling on his arm and realised that you were just joking around

would want you to do it again but would awkwardly initiate it (just bite him again please)

haku kusanagi

he kept waving at your face and teasing you so much that you had enough and started to BITE DOWN on his fingers

startled yes but starts laughing out loud, comparing you to a cat

would take this as a green light to tease you more and even think that he should bite you too......

zenji kotodama

how are you going to bite him ? 💀

okay but if you somehow do, he would be suprised and yelled out loud, making the doll artifact CHASE YOU

and now you are running down the halls of the hotarubi dorm while the artifact is RIGHT behind you

obscuary

edward hart

calls you lyca 2.0

takes it as a green light that he can bite you too.... (but in a more suggestive way)

so don't be surprised that after you bite him down, his fingers are already at the back of your neck 😳

rui mizuki

HE WAS SO SHOCKED AND HE PANICKED, TRYING TO SHAKE YOU OFF HIS CLOTHES

immediately starts apologising and begs you to stop biting him (he is scared that his curse would go through his clothes)

after that, he was pretty amused with your biting that he started teasing you again (immediately holding his hands up in surrender when you ready to bite him again)

lyca colt

would jump and his ears + tails will pop out because it was so sudden

now this is the part where you explain to him that YOU only do it, not other people & he shouldn't take it as a green light to do it on others 😭

ya no, he bites you back and now subaru is questioning you on why lyca is biting him out of affection...

mortkranken

yuri isami

“WHAT SCANDALOUS ACTION ARE YOU DOING TO ME ?!?!” with furiously red cheeks and sweat

bans you from mortkranken for awhile because he couldn't stop thinking about you biting down on his arm

even thought of giving you a rabies shot.... (jiro talked him out of it)

jiro kirisaki

noncholant king

takes it as a regular occurrence and would even question why are you doing it & was that a reason in particular

he would watch (with slight fondness in his eyes) you bite down on him aggressively (he pictures you as an angry cat)

[pseudophan]

girl help

2015-2017: dnpcrafts

2018: pigeonfest

2019: ??

2020: normancam?

2021: 2011 roleplay on stereo

2022: ??

2023: onlyphans

2024: dnpcrafts 4

Also did they do anything before 2015?

oh god i was trying to do this list in my head the other day but gave up, let's give it another go lmao

2019 they didn't really do anything on account of the whole about-to-come-out thing, but phil rickrolled us with a pigeonfest fake-out and dan kind of just teased his coming out video because that's all he did in early 2019 apparently (<- fond)

2022 they may have actually just ignored us completely but that makes sense since it was like a month before why i quit youtube and the wad announcement so dan was in his peak dan-and-phil-i-don't-know-her era (<- bitter)

before they started danandphilcrafts april fools pranks wasn't really a thing of theirs, they would be funny about it but they didn't have these elaborate plans yet. i wasn't here for april 1st 2012 and prior so i don't know if they did anything then (dan's pombear massacre was posted on april 1 2011, but i don't think he intended for that to be an april fools prank he's just weird), but in my mind april fools as a dan and phil concept started in 2013 when us phannies decided to all change our twitter layouts and display names to dan's and then phil joined in. there's a tumblr post somewhere with a whole bunch of notes chronicling the whole thing but i cannot for the life of me locate it so here's some really shit screenshots instead

also some people then started changing their profile into phil to balance it out, then other people, and this one made me lol

one of the last times they had a somewhat civil interaction before that infamous back and forth a couple months later 💀

anyway, then in 2014 dnp continued the twitter identity theft joke but this time they were both troy bolton, for some reason

and the year after that we got the first danandphilcrafts, of course. basically i think we can credit crafts and all their other april fools bullshit to phannies trolling dan twelve years ago, which in turn we can credit at least partly to the mishapocalypse that happened on the same day, because if memory serves someone saw that whole thing being planned on tumblr and was like lets do that on twitter as well but with a picture of dan, which then devolved into lets all just pretend to BE dan for the day

#phistory <3