#Don't feel shy i promise i don't bite! I love interacting with people!!!

[writing-shit-ig]

Okay soo...

I made a writing account!

i write both original and fanfic because sometimes i reallyyyyyy have brainrot and other times i need to. Book. I don't rlly have a way to introduce myself other than just. Yeah that.

oh yeah! I'm aroace and a lot of my stories will involve violence and horror and angst rather than romance and fluff and stuff haha, just how i am (un)fortunately! Also i'm non-binary: they/he pls and thanks :D

i'll probably reblog writing tips and whatnot, just because i kinda have to in order to get in the writing mood.

might post snippets or shit i'm proud of here, but don't count on it (i'll probably end up making progress posts at some point too)

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🪽Welcome, traveler, to my lair🪽

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Hello, and welcome to my blog. I hope you stay a while 🩶

Please go look at my carrd, it has most of the important stuff. In the meantime...

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You may refer to me with these pronouns:

He/Him

It/Its

Star/Stars

Ey/Em

Dust/Dusty

Please do not use they/them for me.

You may call me:

Yellow

Oscar

Snowfall (Snowy if we're close, feel free to ask if you can)

Winter

Tsunami

Dust

Reaper

Aeolus

Pillbug/Bug/Buggy/Bugheart

Fresh

Most of these names come from my many kins. Please feel free to ask about them! I promise I (usually) don't bite 🩶

🩶Userboxes by @kthecritter, @selfshippy-bun, @moose-driving, and myself! Blinkies by @spectral-stuff & @dragonpride17, header by @mewos-laptop, & dividers by @sister-lucifer 🩶

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(you can ignore the "SFW interactions only" on this blog, don't worry!)

I use tone tags. You do not have to use them for me, but it's appreciated, especially when I'm feeling anxious. Please feel free to ask what a tone tag means if you don't recognize it.

I sometimes do get quite anxious, and may seem unusually shy or awkward. I just need a little extra reassurance. I'll be alright 🩶

I would consider myself quite friendly! The tone of this post may be a little foreboding, but I promise, I'm very silly and personable! 🩶

Here are some tidbits about me.

My favorite animal is the isopod. (aka rollie pollie, pillbug, potato bug, woodlouse, etc) I may post images of them. I tag all of these with #i love isopod <3, and usually #bugs

My favorite color is yellow 💛 I don't appreciate mockery of the color, it makes me quite sad

I have a cat (Azzy), a dog (Homer), and a leopard gecko (Honeydew)

My time zone is EST

I am autistic, ADHD, and have social anxiety

My birthday is July 28th

I don't have an extensive DNI, but there are still some things I'd like to keep out of my blog. Please don't interact if you fit this criteria. I'll block you if you do 🩶

Proshippers/Comshippers/Neutrals

Zionists

Radqueers

Anti-furries (from people who believe all furries are zoophiles to people who just think it's weird)

TERFs/SWERFs

Basic DNI criteria (homophobes, transphobes, right-wingers/centrists, racists, etc.)

Anti-agere/those who believe all agere is NSFW

NSFW accounts. It's fine if you post it occasionally /gen, but I am a minor.

Here are some who I welcome to my blog.

Alterhumans/Nonhumans! (therians, fictionkin, otherkin, otherhearted, etc!)

Selfshippers (As long as it's not pro/comship, go right ahead!)

Systems

Those with commonly stigmatized disorders

People who are "cringe"

Kin doubles

Sourcemates (UTMV/WoF/Epic/Warriors)

In general, anyone who isn't on my DNI!

A quick BYF (before you follow), as well :)

Please refrain from interacting if you commonly post about shipping Fresh, or if you are going to make a comment about shipping Fresh on one of my posts. I won't be mad if you didn't know, but as a Fresh kin who was very repulsed, it makes me uncomfortable.

In a similar note to the above, please do not mention X-Gaster around me. I don't mind at all if you post about him, but please don't tag me in posts about him or talk about him in one of my posts. Again, for kin reasons.

I draw Winter x Turtle a lot. Please do not make jokes about "Oh, they don't love each other" or bring up canon interactions about this. One, it's rude, and two, I was in a relationship with Turtle (and am very happy to have found him again 💚🩵)

I may be very excitable, or very quiet. I promise that I'm not upset at all. If you are worried or I make you uncomfortable, you can ask me.

I will not be mad if you disagree with me respectfully on a point, or if you cross these boundaries (BYF, not DNI. If you violate my DNI, I will block you) without realizing. As long as you interact in good faith, I do not mind :)

I am a part of many fandoms, but here are some that you will find on this blog. Those with a heart are my main fandoms.

Will Wood

Bears in Trees

UTMV 🩶

WoF 🩶

Portal

Slime Rancher

The Owl House

Epic: the Musical

Mouthwashing 🩶

I have a Mouthwashing sideblog! Go check out @number1daisukefan :)

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I have lots of side blogs and ask blogs. The three you need to know about are @pastel-yellow-dreaming, my agere blog, @buggy-is-a-warrior, my alterhuman blog, @sorry-im-a-boykisser, my selfship blog, and @number1daisukefan, my Mouthwashing blog. Go drop a follow if you want! Or don't. I really don't mind either way /gen 🩶

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I am taking commissions for Palestine. More info on that in the post below, or DM me.

Also, if you are a Palestinian with a GoFundMe, feel free to send an ask or DM me for support! I can't donate, but I will promote your campaign however I can.

Remember to do your daily clicks for Palestine! 🩶

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Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy your stay! 🩶

[cozymoko]

Hello, since request is open how about gen yandere hc of yoona, son hak and the rest of the dragons?

AKATSUKI NO YONA — YANDERES

SHIN AH'S → HERE

Includes: Yona, Son Hak, Ki-Ja, Jae-ha, and Zeno

Format: Headcanons, 2nd person

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, not proofread.

LINKS: Akatsuki No Yona Masterlist

YONA

Manipulative, Dependent, Clingy

You grew up with YONA in the palace and have been by her side since. You being a few years older than her led you to have many responsibilities of your own, leaving you very little time to coddle the young princess. She hated it. Being her elder, you always kept her in check, essentially raising her into the woman she is today and she had fallen for you long ago.

Whenever you left her side it felt like a part of her died. The young princess grew less lively and even snappy to those around her because they just weren’t you. What was the point in trying to be perfect when you were nowhere in sight? How annoying…

YONA will latch onto you like a koala if it means you won't leave her. She’ll kick, scream, and weep if it means you won't leave her. Nothing is off the table if it means you’ll stick close to her; she adores your attention. In her mind, you love hers just as much. But being the spoiled girl she is, I suppose this isn’t too far-fetched.

Despite being shy about it, YONA finds it hard to not have her hands on you in some way, preferably holding your hand. It takes her back to a time when things were simpler, where you were with her and no one else, cooing sweet promises merely to soothe her worries. A princess always gets what she wants, and she'll cut down anyone who gets in her way.

SON HAK

Possessive, aggressive, protective

As seen in canon, HAK does have a pretty strong jealous side toward Yona. Think of that but times a hundred in your case. It's not hard for him to conceal his distaste for your friendly interactions with others but everyone has their breaking points. When intervening he'll step in front of you, pushing you behind him and out of your "acquaintance's" sight. If you ask him about it later Hak will most likely try to label it as him protecting you.

Being as tall as he is, it's usually easy to keep creeps out of your personal space. After all, who wants to deal with an imposing, scowling man with a Hsu Quandao strapped to his back? But of course, some people still try their luck. Asking you for directions is off limits, let alone allowing a man to speak so familiarly with you. It's always, “Ask me, not them” with Hak.

HAK forever has an arm tossed over your shoulder. He claims it's "to make sure you don't get lost" but the vacant street says otherwise. Leaving the village on your own is forbidden unless you want your neck smothered in deep purple bite marks beforehand. The idea of you completely giving in to his affections makes his heart beat.

If it came down to it, murder isn't something Hak is opposed to. But as a pitiful attempt to keep his reputation, he'll settle for beating them black and blue, until his knuckles are covered in a deep rouge. Jealousy is a terrible disease and once he reaches his limit don't try and stop him.

KI-JA

Jealous, insecure, delusional (worship)

One of the few good yanderes you could be paired with. Ki-Ja is very attentive to his lover and their feelings no matter what he's doing. The dragon is quick to side with you even over his own master because, in his mind, you're never wrong. Everything you say is law and Ki-Ja follows every command without a second thought.

When he’s jealous it’s so painfully obvious. Ki-Ja’s emotions come in waves so when he dislikes something it's hard for him to bite his tongue. The white dragon practically worships the ground you walk on and follows you every step of the way. His loyalty runs deeper than his own blood so he'd rather not see people referring to you so familiarly. (Is he Yona's dragon or yours atp?)

Your praise is forever rewarding, regardless of how small it may be. Just being by your side is the greatest honor one could have, in his eyes. You could look down on him, subjecting him to being nothing more than entertainment, and he would somehow tie it back to you being a kind person. Ki-Ja sees himself as not only your lover but your loyal companion, prepared to stick by your side no matter what happens.

He would never kidnap you, that's out of the question. The thought of you hating him for his selfish acts submerges him with panic. If you were to leave him, he'd wish for death on the spot. But that's only an IF. And killing would only be justifiable if someone has hurt you.

JAE-HA

Manipulative, Possessive, flirty

Jae-ha flirts solely for his own pleasure. No true feelings lie behind his words no matter how beautiful the individual may be. But with you, he felt like a wild animal chasing a female in heat from the way his eyes followed you. You were beautiful, more than the many others he gave his time to, and he was a bit too determined to make you his.

Once a ladies' man always a ladies' man. As I’ve said, he could give two fucks about the women he banters with, they mean nothing to him, but somehow seeing your face contort into a harsh scowl turns him on more than you'd ever know. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under and he knows that. But I have a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't mind.

However, your talking to another man leaves him quite bitter (hypocrite). The passive aggressiveness this man dishes out is unmatched; he will rip them a new asshole for even breathing the same air as you. None of your friends compare to you and he tells you that every day. Jae-Ha worships the ground you walk on, satisfies and pleasures you every evening so why was your attention elsewhere?

On a regular day, Jae-ha can be seen by your side, trying his hardest to get under your skin. Placing a hand on the small of your back, biting several of the plush areas of your skin that he can reach. He doesn't shy away from PDA. Mainly due to the curious stares you receive from men that pass you by, their eyes hastily lingering on your figure. It vexes him to no end but he won’t bother getting his hands dirty. Perhaps you can help him let off some steam.

ZENO

Emotionally attached, clingy, dependent

An attention whore at its finest. But seriously, this man thrives off your love and time. It's like a drug to him and he craves it. Whenever he isn’t tending to Yona he tends to you instead. If he could have it his way, every waking moment would be spent in your arms, sleeping the days away.

He's one of the better yanderes of the dragons due to the many centuries he's lived. Don't get me wrong he's completely infatuated with you and is hung up on every word you speak. But he's not one to control your decisions as long as he gets to tag along. Zeno trusts you with his entirety, he just enjoys invading your personal space.

Zeno gets jealous of people like Hak quite often. He's strong physically and mentally even as a human and as much as Zeno admires his strength, he doesn't need you doing that too. So if you plan on interacting with Hak, be prepared for some pretty embarrassing things. Zeno will place slow, wet kisses on your skin until he has your attention again.

The only real downside of this relationship is his clinginess. He never leaves your side. Oh, you have to get changed? He'll help you. You have to use the bathroom? Cool, he’ll wait ‘till you're done and sit right in front of you. Personal space doesn’t exist in your relationship and at times it gets really suffocating. You couldn’t reject him if you wanted to in fear that his reaction will leave your heart aching in regret.

[kakusboyfriend]

Bruno Langstrom

Age: adult, definitively (fluctuates between early 20s to early 30s depending on the situation);

Pronouns: he/they/it;

Height: 180+cm, taller than bruce and definitely taller than his father;

Aliases: Cockatrice;

Species: mutant plumed basilisk;

Alignment: Neutral Bad-ish;

Media: The Batman 2004, Teen Titans.

Read under the cut for more info and a small bio + f/os i pair with him!

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Skills:

Wall climbing

Super speed

Toxic bite

Petrifying stare

Versatile, strong tail

Temperature regulation

Color changing

Prehensile tongue

Limb regeneration (arms, legs and tail)

Other:

Hand to hand combat

Great reflexes

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Relationships

Kirk Langstrom: father

Ragdoll, Firefly, Bane, Freeze, Psimon*: crushes/partners/etc

Batman, Penguin, Catwoman, Killer Croc: friendly

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Bruno's origins are murky and hard to pin down. Aside from being Kirk Langstrom's awkward and reclusive son, not much is known about how they met or why. Mostly because I kept trying to come up with an explanation but it was so frustrating I stopped.

He's been with Langstrom for years though, hard to say exactly how long. Kirk raised him in secrecy - he might be fucked up but he did the job well. Bruno never really got a chance to interact with the outside world, save for a few occasions - Kirk was rightfully worried he'd be targeted and hunted down for being what he was.

After the Batman made himself known to the public, and Kirk's obsession with him grew worse, their relationship strained slightly. This of course eventually culminate in the events of The Man Who Would Be Bat, but Bruno never stopped worrying about him. Sure, his father might be able to turn into a blood sucking monstrosity now - but they do love each other.

Needless to say that after Kirk is arrested, Bruno is left alone and afraid. The world he knew came crumbling down on him, and his only way to solve this - in his eyes - was by getting Kirk out of Arkham somehow. Confused, isolated and hopeless, Bruno becomes a petty thief for that exact desperate purpose.

Truth be told, Bruno would manage not to land himself in prison, regardless of what he stole. I actually Like this version of Batman, and feel like he, more than any other, would sympathize with Bruno's situation, and promise he'd get his father the help he needed (actual psychiatric attention for a start), and, in exchange, Bruno returned all the stolen goods in his possession.

This doesn't really change much in the public's opinion of Bruno though. He's a monster in their eyes, and they want him arrested - or killed, for tall they care. Bruno is forced to live in the shadows after exposing himself like that - and eventually he might turn for the worse. We'll just have to wait and see how he ends up.

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Notes:

Yes Bruno is considerably OP and full of powers he shouldn't have. The trade off for this is that he's extremely shy and horrible at Doing things bc of just how sheltered he is - Bruno is incredibly naive and easily fooled.

He does 'wisen up' with time but oh god he's a freak at first. Peak autism animal. His immediate response to being surprised or flustered in general was Biting or Petrifying People.

His age sliding thing is bc I'm still younger than like, every F/O I listed for him so it doesn't matter.

* → I'll be using Psimon's Young Justice design and personality when I pair him up with Bruno, because I don't care about any other. This means I'll insert him where he doesn't belong or fit and replace his other self (like in TT).

I'll do the same for Kirk if I decide to put Bruno in BTAS, but for now I just don't care enough about that show to say for sure!

[pillowprincesslover]

Welcome!!

Hello hello, I figured I'd introduce myself so:

You can call me Kit or any nickname you want, most should be fine and I'm honestly such a sucker for them (honey, sweetheart, baby, darling, pretty girl, angel, etc.) I'm 18 and use she/her pronouns + I'm a switch.

I'm a very big bisexual (like 99% sure because I'm always confused) so this blog may be all over the place, from women to men and all. That being said, this is a nsfw blog so MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

Everyone is welcome here, nonbinary or transwomen/men - everyone!!

My asks and DMs are open! I like talking to people and making friends, but I can be a bit shy, especially depending on your own personality!! I'm open to flirty (hehe) conversations as well, so pls don't be shy (how contradictory of myself :3 )! I love seeing how dirty others can be.

I post a lot of filthy stuff, just whatever comes to mind and whatever I'm feeling in the moment...which is most likely going to be horny! So, don't be afraid to talk to me or send something in my asks, I don't bite! Unless you want me to.

I'm still learning a lot about myself, but I've got quite the list of things I'm open to, a lot of which I'll talk about on the blog itself, but if not then feel free to ask!!

I love making others flustered almost as much as I love getting flustered, so give me your worst! I can take it, promise.

And if you like getting flustered, don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you. Like my bio says; just lay back baby, I've got you. <3

[whotfislai]

𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌

js for the delulu's out there: these stories ARE NOT REAL LOVES 🤓. nothing i write is real. stay delulu though i love that 4 u <33

masterlist! ♡ ⠀) don't have one atm (or maybe forever idk) soo the things i write will be under the tag: 〹⠀lai originals

for sure!! ♡ ⠀) cute fluff shit, angst, oneshots, reactions, headcannons, platonic / NORMAL sibling relationships.

hell no ♡ ⠀) weird or nasty shit. no male pregnancies, related / step-incest, or sexual assault.

maybe? ♡ ⠀) these are just some things i don't feel comfortable writing about right now but i could see myself trying to do so in the future: parent!idols, long stories ( like ones with multiple parts, but i might do so on my wattpad idkidk ).

age restrictions ♡ ⠀) i have none! this is mostly because i'm pretty sure most of the people reading my stories are older than me sooo yeah! the one thing i would say is to please be respectful! if i post something you don't fw, just don't fw it 🤷 although i might come across as unbothered at times, that's no reason to be disrespectful towards me or anyone else for that matter.

requests ♡ ⠀) feel free to message me anytime, i don't bite < 3. but honestly i would love for people to make requests ( cause it'd make me feel important tehee ). js know if i take too long, im probably tryna make it the best version 4 u i promise 🫶🫶.

however, if you send requests for things listed in my "hell no" section, i fully have the right to ignore & delete the request. i'm not gonna shame you for asking i'm just gonna be like "uhhh nty 🫶"

more ♡ ⠀) do not hate on my writings or send hate to an idol for what they do in my stories, it's not real i promise. i do not tolerate any racism or homophobia in any way, shape, or form either so don't come over here with that bs. don't be hateful its not welcome here.

me! ♡ ⠀) HIIIII i'm Laila/Lai!! i'm a teen, female, black, and uhhh

i love kpop as a whole but my favorite group would have to be seventeen (I LOVE SVT). but i do have interests in other groups like twice, skz (got me into kpop, after their maniac era), le ssera, txt, & nct.

i'm going to warn you now. i'm a shy person. so if my responses seem lowkey strange, it's not you its me 😔 but i do hope you'll feel comfortable interacting!

please like & reblog my works too (only if you want to of course) js cause i like knowing people acc enjoy my writings!! (and i have a tendency to completely disappear ahahashs - but literally i promise to come back i js get burnt out easily)

[atlasdoe]

Things to know before you follow

i decided the other day that i should make a post just going through everything that i feel someone may need to know before they follow me

So, just so you know

I'm an adult

I'm 22 years old and post adult content some times. I'm not going to say to not interact if you're a minor because I don't think it's necessary but just be aware

I am Non-Binary

I will mention this as much as possibly just to make it very very clear. I use they/them pronouns but I am okay with most gendered terms. If you're not sure just ask!

I do post nsfw content

Mostly it's just reblogged headcannons and fanart but i may post my own nsfw content. If i do they will all be tagged nsfw so if you don't want to see that please block that tag

I'm a hater

I have a lot of opinions on a lot of things and the majority of my headcannons are do not aline with what the majority of the fandom think. I hate the Rosier twins, I see Marlene as a Ravenclaw, I prefer James, Alice & Barty as childhood friends rather then James, Peter & Marlene etcetera. I'm also not a person who disregards cannon and only on very certain occasions will my headcanons differ from what we see in the books. I like to talk about headcanons I don't like and complain about certain characterisations and interpretations that this fandom often has. Don't take anything I say personal because they're never aimed at one person. I just have a lot of hard opinions that will never change.

I am an enjoyer of Snape and The Marauders but I prefer The Marauders

I like writing about Snape and all of his friends and story but at the end of the day I am a Marauders stan and prefer them to Snape by a long shot for multiple reasons but i respect anyone who disagrees. I will be hesitant to follow back anyone who is actively anti marauders

I'm a multishipper

This is mostly for the marauders fandom I will ship anyone with anyone so long as it's legal and i see the potential in it. I obviously have some ships that Im not a fan of (Mary and Marlene for example) but they're not very common and I will pretty much write anything (again it has to be legal. time turner fic lovers i am not talking to you)

I like to make friends

Please always feel free to message me or to put something in my ask box. I'm really lonely and I love talking to people so please don't be shy I promise I don't bite

i'll add anymore if i can thing of them

[afreakingdork]

This is actually my first time sending an ask, but I am so buzzed from chapter 20!!! I started reading around late 2022, and it’s been such a wild ride :’) Thank you so much for continuing to push out updates and interacting with us!!! (and thank you for contributing to the legacy of of ROTTMNT, it’s so lovely to see it still so alive). It’s been so fun and I honestly haven’t been this invested in an fanfic for a long time. I hope 2023 has been treating you well, and I hope you know how much we appreciate you!! Your writing is so eloquent, and it flows well. I’ve had so much fun on this journey that you’ve taken us on, and I can’t wait for more :’) Cheers babes, you’ve been treating us so well. Lots of love to you 🖤🖤🖤

-🕷️(I am sending this emoji assuming that I will be sending in more asks, as I am way more comfortable with it now. Again, thank you so much. You’re are so talented).

Welcome in, Spider.... Or Widow would be cool to call you too! I've seen a few people shy to sends asks over and for anyone who is, I promise I don't bite! I also feel the same way and definitely send anon asks and run away from my computer to calm down my racing heart.

Gosh, to be considered contributing to rottmnt's legacy is quite an honor? I only got on board when it was realized on Netflix late last year, but it never crossed my mind that the fandom might be winding down! Everyone who loves Rise, love it so fervently! The appeal is unquestionable and if I have anything to say about it, at least for the time being, I have no intention in letting my burning passion stop!

Interacting with everyone is such a blast. My life is so full so 2023 has been truly wonderful for me! Thank you so much for giving this ole Dork something to smile about!

[hellsbroadcaster]

❤️🍝🎶🎁

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

I'm not good at talking about myself bUT UHH LETS SEE . I am madly loyal. And loyalty is a quality i value very deeply. I care very deeply until the point I don't anymore. I tend to go all in for the people I love. but once you break that bond, that trust? When you bring out the worst in me? I promise I can make it seem like I never actually cared because thats how cold and detached I get. So cherish me when you've got me, because the moment I'm gone? I'm gone.

While it can be a double edged sword at times, I am proud of the fact that people feel safe around me. Its a real blessing to be told that people feel like they can be themselves around me. I have suffered a lot through the years, and being able to use that suffering and turn it into something good. something that helps others? I love being able to do that. sometimes it can really bite me in the ass though when its for people who just want to take advantage or often times I do things for someone who would never do it back for me type of thing. so i'm learning boundaries but yeah.

Not to brag but I feel like I am very funny, charming and fun. I'm usually shy at first, but once I am comfortable trust me I am weird and goofy as hell. you wont be able to take me anywhere lmao. I have a good time, I like to live life and i encourage those around me to do the same. yes, I go dancing in the rain. I'm a romantic. and I romanticize just about everything.

🍝 — favorite food(s)?

okay i have weird fixations where I obsess over a certain food and its all I eat for like a month fndsflksd. but like, I loveeee fettuccini alfredo. I would deep throat that dish. Love corn on the cob, or as we like to call it elote. Tamales !! we only get them during christmas time but ughhhhh they are so good. pupusas are another one i like, this is a Salvadorian dish. i'm latina so naturally rice and beans and tortillas !! I love tortillas de harina, those are my fav type. (flour tortillas). i'm also baby so like chicken nuggies fnklfdsf. i have a big sweet tooth also so, naturally i am just a big glutton.

🎶 — favorite song at the moment?

Another song I really enjoy listening to lately is Gatúbela. I have the bIGGEST crush on Karol G right now.

🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?

I don't know if I'd say I've accomplished anything worthwhile honestly. I don't consider myself that influential, but if there's something I think that its that I've been able to detach myself a little bit more from tumblr. I used to be very chronically here, and realized it wasn't doing anything good for my health. so like, i'm not freaking out or having anxiety if I am missing what's happening on the dash. i'm not rushing to answer asks or threads when i'm tired. i don't care how many followers i have or how many people are interacting with me. I have fun with who I have and I appreciate them a lot more. i'm not looking to be super big on here I am just vibing and enjoying myself.

[calimshancharlatan]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 :

I. I prefer to write on Discord! Feel free to ask for it if we're mutuals c: II. My activity on tumblr can be spotty.III. 25+ ONLY. I'm turning 29 this year, and I'd like to write with people in my age range. IV. I'm selective. If I don't follow back, it's usually nothing personal and likely because you're not a BG3 / D&D related blog or I feel our muses / writing styles don't mesh. V. If I follow you, I want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot. VI. Yeah, so. This is a 25+ blog, run by a 25+ mun, and there will be adult content, including but not limited to: violence, drugs, abuse, (FICTIONAL) offensive / problematic / potentially triggering themes, and so on. Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of these things IRL. If you don't like my content, rather than trying to police adults on what to write on their blogs, use the block button. Heck, I'll use the block button very leniently myself, after all, we're all here to have a good time. No hard feelings. VII. Speaking of having a good time: We're sex-positive and kink-friendly in this house. I enjoy a raunchy smut-driven RP as much as the next depraved soul, but I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs. That said ⸺ Roshaan may be flirty af, but writing smut is no obligation! VIII. I'm a big fan of making my muses suffer :D I love angst and dark, gritty plots. If you have any triggers let me know before jumping into a RP with me, aka the angst queen, so we're all on the same page. IX. Roshaan is pansexual, male lean, this blog is multiship. Matter of fact, I love to ship, so if that's something you'd like to do, slide into my inbox or tag me in something. Fair warning; it's unlikely this will be a wholesome, fluffy relationship right off the bat.

X. Last but most definitely not least: communication is key!! You'd like to share an idea? Go right ahead. Don't like where the plot is going? Let me know. Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite. Side notes: No bigots, no hate, IRL drama / call-outs / IRL political discourse will be blocked on sight, if you're interested in the mods I use, feel free to ask, inbox / askbox are open for mutuals.

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HELLO WHUMP COMMUNITY.

A GREMLIN IS FINALLY COMING OUT OF THEIR LITTLE CAVE AND THAT GREMLIN IS ME

so hi there and welcome to my INTRO POST!

(despite having tumbr for years, i still suck at post formatting so please bear with me dkdhj)

I'm a person of many names, but for the sake of brevity I'll give you three

feel free to call me Yeehaw, Void or Isaac, whichever you prefer

I go mainly by they/them

English isn't my first language so please be patient with the occasional grammatical mistakes jdldjdldjdkdh

This is my main, chaotic blog where I'll reblog and try to post whump along with lots of stuff about my ocs and some other things.

For a bit about me: I am a writer, an artist, and a long time fan of whump. Ever since i was a wee child i found great joy in brewing up dark scenarios in my little mind to hurt the fictional people i made. And so i continued and now, here we are.

ONTO THE CREATIVE INFO!

(and buckle your seatbelts, this will be a long ride)

My favorite tropes:

i adore anything to do with dehumanization, which is why pet whump is one of my favorites! Nonhuman characters are very much my bread and butter, be them whumpers, caretakers or whumpees. That brings us to vampires in specific. I love those. mwah perfect. i also love creepy and intimate whumpers ohooo yes.

i like to see my whumpees break. i like my whumpees terrified. i like watching the last shreds of hope be ripped away from them and see how they scream and cry because what did they do to deserve this? BUUT i also like a hardy defiant whumpee who instead of breaking, snaps. and oh the desire for revenge... delightful. i like many things dkhdkdjd

gore, torture, kidnapping, lab and medical whump, restraints, heavy conditioning, the "damned if you do damned if you don't" trope, illness whump, all of those are absolute FAVORITES of mine

when it comes to comfort, i like seeing the recovery process, eg: a heavily conditioned and traumatized whumpee slowly learning that life isn't all pain. oh yesssss. i enjoy comfort and specks of hope being granted just before overwhelming torture strikes. it's about the contrast

when it comes to squicks, i don't really have a need to list them. i simply Dont Look at what makes me too uncomfortable once i find it so as long as a work has its themes properly tagged, it's all fine and dandy :D

I have a fuckton of ocs. might just make a big ole post cataloging all of them and let people send in asks requesting an oc and a prompt, who knows!

I have many ideas but it's hard to organize them so expect random disorganized idea dumps every now and them (voidrambles? maybe)

I'll also post lots of art, mostly oc drawings and some whumpy ideas!

AND FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS!!! i love interacting and i promise i dont bite im just shy

MAIN STORY:

My main wip still doesn't have a proper name so I've been calling it the "wolf and rabbit story". It's mostly a recovery story that takes place in a world where hybrids, humans with animal characteristics, are mistreated and oppressed by most governments at large, and as such often end up becoming pets (i still gotta organize this worldbuilding *sobs*). The story follows Aleksei, a wolf hybrid who escaped the system and is now a citizen, and Vincent, a pet rabbit hybrid who ran away from his old master and is now living as a stray. Well, was living as a stray, untill Aleksei found him bleeding on the streets and made the impulse decision to take the rabbit in. Features lots of caretaking and comfort and past trauma and that wip is my baby basically.

if you've read up until this point, thank you! now it's time to play tag

(if anyone tagged here wants me to remove the tag, please let me know)

here are the main blogs which inspired me to write whump and dive into this lovely community! they're all amazing and i recommend checking them out!

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi was the first whump blog i saw! Her Tool series just awoke something deep in my heart and i haven't stopped since

@whumpster-dumpster 's delightful prompts have carried me through many a writer's block!

@wumpzone was the blog which actually inspired me to start my wip! her stories are all worth checking out they're so good

@whumpsday 's kane and jim series is just UGH PERFECT it sparks so much joy all their blog sparks joy

and @whumpshaped is the one who gave me the last push i needed to finally post this! (thank you whumpshaped of the lake <3) its writing and drabbles are all perfect and amazing and i love it all (devil hot.... my beloved) go check it out!

and i think this is basically it, folks.

if there's anything i should change around for more clarity, please do tell

and thanks for listening to my whump intro!!

have a good earth rotation :D

[taechaos]

Blackmail

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Jimin offers you information on Jungkook, but your friendship is misconstrued by Jungkook who ends it singlehandedly with one video of you professing your love to him between moans.

warnings: dubcon, fingering, degredation, mild squirting, manipulation

word count: 2.8k

a/n: jealous kook doesn't realize he's jealous. this part is a bit extreme, so beware ><

One doesn't come across someone like Jungkook every day. It's fate that you met him in your first year of college, extending to your second where he grows closer to you; fair, it's clear that he only intends to use you for his academic success, but you've deluded yourself into thinking you're in love with each other. Growing up, you only had your dysfunctional family to teach you about how to love, how to think. As long as Jungkook needs you, he will love you, and you’re willing to do anything to be with him, only him. You need him to live.

Birds sing in the background as you lay on your stomach on the grass of the yard across the campus. It’s sunny and breezy, the perfect spring day as you work on Jungkook’s research paper due next month. You compiled multiple credible sources in a separate file to create an outline for his essay the moment he forwarded the assignment to you. You want him to praise you, pet your hair, kiss your cheek for starting so early so he can turn it in before anyone else. He would be proud, flashing you his pearly whites and adoring eyes. The reward motivates you to work harder and you’re relentlessly skimming through articles while counting down the minutes of Jungkook's lecture. He'll be outside with his friends in 7 minutes.

With a bad childhood, you don’t care to befriend many people. You only have a few friends to keep you company and you’re socially awkward outside of that group. You’re content, so you steer clear of boys who try to sabotage your relationship with Jungkook. Jimin, however, doesn’t get the memo.

Typing away on your laptop, a shadow looms over you to give you a break from the sunlight. You glance up and stop swinging your legs absentmindedly when you recognize the shadow; it’s a boy with frames and a tight collar adorning his neck.

Park Jimin is a typical nerd whereas you’re more of a closeted nerd. When you’re in love, you usually put more effort into your appearance to impress the one on your mind, but that doesn’t work with Jungkook. It’s always other men giving you their attention through second glances, and that includes Jimin.

“What do you want?” you rudely greet. Jimin is ruthless with his attempts at pursuing you; he’s the perfect gentleman, and often volunteers to do group tasks with you. He is never mean to anyone, and has a squeaky clean reputation, but his only flaw is that he can’t take a hint. You don't bother being friendly to him because you don't want friends.

"I want to know why you look so happy," he bends over to curiously glance at your screen, "while doing homework?"

You slam the monitor closed to stop his ogling. "You wouldn't get it. And stop watching me," you sternly say.

"What's your secret?" he grins and sits down on the grass next to you with crossed legs. His upper body serves as a shade and you stop squinting.

"There is no secret, I was just in a good mood until you came along." You're not upset, but you don't want to lead Jimin on and he won't leave unless you blow him off.

"Thinking of Jungkook?" he teases with a mischievous smile.

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, you're just too obvious," he chuckles, but the sound is strained. You don't notice his melancholy as he continues, "You were doing his homework again?"

You shift on your propped elbows a little uncomfortably. Jimin doesn't need to know what you do in your free time. "Yes," you answer anyway.

"You know he has daddy issues?"

Your eyes round as your discomfort dissipates instantly; he's piqued your interest. "Really?"

"Yeah, he has a tough exterior but he's actually a real softie."

An involuntary smile carves on your face before it falters as you ask, "How do you know this?"

"We went to high school together. I can tell you some stories if you want," he boasts when he realizes he has your attention. The context makes his heart sink, but when he imagines your lovesick grin is directed at him, it fills him with joy.

"Tell me, tell me! Please."

"Weeell," he draws with a lopsided grin, "don't tell him I told you this, but he used to hate girls. I don't know if he still does, but back then he couldn't even stand talking to a girl."

"Why?" your eyes are wide with interest as you whisper.

He shrugs, "No idea, but he hit a girl once when she wouldn't stop clinging onto him. Not like drop-kick her," he laughs, "he just shoved her on the ground. Be careful with him, okay? He can be very aggres-"

"You guys forming a nerd club now?"

You gasp when you hear Jungkook's voice. When you look up at him, he's almost glaring as his eyes flicker from you to Jimin. You're gleeful at his approach, because he never comes to you unless it's about a new assignment. It flutters your heart to see him without any papers in his hand.

You don't take his subtle insult to heart as you immediately respond, "No, we were just talking. H-Hi."

"Pull down your skirt, you look like a whore. I can see your panties all the way from the gates," he seethes in distaste. You instantly sit up with a blush and tug your skirt down to your knees. He looks back at Jimin who's glaring at him under his lashes, "The fuck's your deal?"

"Nothing," Jimin grits. Although he hates Jungkook's guts, he's too smart to fight a lost cause. He has his own set of muscles, but it isn't enough. It's best to accept defeat now.

"Did you start on the paper?" Jungkook asks you.

"Yes, I-"

"Good," he cuts you off and crouches to peck your lips by pulling the back of your neck. You're stunned when he pulls away and nonchalantly walks off to his friends.

Jimin follows him with his eyes and mutters under his breath, "douche."

Your heart is racing and you clamp a hand over your chest as a lovestruck smile spreads across your face. You know this is your end of the bargain, but it never fails to shrivel you up in delight.

"Are you two dating?" he mumbles as he pulls on the grass with a pout.

"Something like that," you exhale as you caress your lips.

It’s become routine to link up with Jimin where he reminisces his high school memories and you don’t doubt a single word he says unless it sheds a bad light on Jungkook. You’ve learned so much about him in the past few days, and you’re eager to know more. He likes energy drinks to this day, he was athletic in school and often got into fights. He began interacting with girls when he entered college, as Jimin says, “only for a quick fuck.”

Though it hurts Jimin that you only talk to him for information on Jungkook, he can’t bring himself to care when you hang onto every word he says with a glint in your eyes like you’re doing now.

You're sitting in the bustling cafeteria across from Jimin, sipping on a homemade strawberry lemonade from your thermos, and you don't notice Jungkook glancing at your table every now and then. It is the first time he doesn't feel your heavy gaze on him. Jimin does notice however, because he is facing him every time he receives a threatening ferile look.

"He could become a lawyer with how much he blackmailed the teachers to give him a good grade," Jimin tells you as he glances back and forth between you and Jungkook. "He's quite dangerous, you know. He's manipulative, a liar and has no empathy-"

"He's clever," you counter defensively, "he knows how to get around the system."

He makes a disgruntled noise from the back of his throat with a grimace. "I don't think the judge would listen to that."

You laugh at his comparison of the conversation to a court hearing. Jimin can be funny sometimes, and you have to admit that he's not that bad of a friend either. You've come to enjoy his company without the topic of Jungkook the past few days, but talking about him is always appreciated.

"Are you the judge then?" you cheekily ask.

"I might as well be, since I'm not biased like a certain someone," he teases with a grin.

"A lawyer has to see the bright side of things, but if I was the prosecutor, I wouldn't tell you that your lecture is in five minutes."

His smile falters as his eyes widen; you remember his schedule? He ran late for a lecture yesterday, but he’s in disbelief that you reminded him today. "Th-Thanks," he breathes as he packs up his belongings before giving you a curt, shy nod. His heart pounds when he walks away, and he resists the urge to look back at you.

It's a good idea, because that's when Jungkook settles down on his former seat.

"I'm thinking you might be forgetting who you belong to," he starts as he gets comfortable on the stiff chair. You instantly smile at his appearance.

"No, I'm very well aware of it." Your tone is high-pitched in excitement.

"It wasn't a question."

"Oh..."

“You talk more than you work,” he observes with a quirk of his brow. “One would think another nerd would be a better influence on you.”

“I work at night,” you defend worriedly, “I promise I’m not slacking off. Can I get a kiss please?”

You’re so adorable when you’re needy. He hides a smirk with a bite of his lip; he thrives from your loyalty to him, but he knows Jimin is a threat to it. He wants you to stop talking to that freak, and he justifies it as a concern for his grades. “I’ll kiss you when you’re not procrastinating. Do you think you deserve even a pat on the head?”

“I do! I’m halfway done with the research paper, please Jungkook,” you beg pathetically, “I-I’ll show it to you, I have it with me right now.” You start unzipping the case of your laptop until he holds up a hand for you to stop.

“You’re going to read it to me, but not here.”

When he stands up, so do you in a haste. He leaves the cafeteria with you hot on his tail, almost jogging when his strides are much bigger compared to yours. You resemble a clueless lamb following a lion, desperate to hold his claws with your hooves. You don’t know where he’s leading you as you walk down the halls until you stop in front of a door. You’re about to freak out when he swings open the door, but you realize the lecture room is empty.

“You want me to read here?” you inquire meekly. It’s a little intimidating to do it in complete silence, because you have a tendency to stutter when reading out loud and you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jungkook where no one can talk over you. 

“Yup.” He snatches your laptop case from your hand with the handle, and roughly opens it before placing the device on the front row wooden desk. It’s a large hall, and the desks stretch out to the half of the room. You’re feeling stage fright for no particular reason; it feels like reverse claustrophobia. “Open the document and give me your phone.”

You don’t question him and hand in your phone before going through your files on the laptop. Jungkook is looking through your contacts and grins when he finds himself saved as: the love of my life ♡. Jimin is saved by his name, and he finds his WhatsApp through his information below. Once he opens your empty chat with him, he switches to your camera and pushes your back so you’re bent over the desk. You sharply inhale and ask, “Kook?” 

“Don’t get distracted now,” he lightly scolds and starts pulling down your pants. You stopped wearing skirts after the incident a week ago to appease him. You stammer with your back arched, and your ass is on full display for him. It’s humiliating. “Start reading.”

“H-Humans are- Jungkook?” you warily look back at Jungkook when he slides the slit of your panties to the side.

“Are you slacking off?” he condescends. 

You bite your lip anxiously and continue reading, “Humans are social animals that n-need social interaction,” Jungkook spits in his hand, “the extent of our social relationships is the most important predictor of h-happiness.” You squeal when you feel wet fingers graze your folds, but you know better than to stop and ask what he’s doing.

“Continue,” he coaxes softly as he brushes his fingertips over your pussy lips. 

“Um, o-one of the main reasons our brains have developed the way they have is so that we can be social,” you speak between shaky breaths. Your cheeks are tinted crimson with embarrassment from his touches; why is he pleasuring you when he specifically told you, you didn’t deserve any? “Being happy a-all of the time is neither possible nor desirable.”

“Is it now?” He slips a finger in your cunt and you involuntarily let out a cry as you push your body forward. You don’t notice him holding up your phone behind you while slowly sliding his finger in and out of you. His saliva is mixing with your arousal as you answer in a gasp, “Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

“B-Because negative feelings are natural. When it comes to negative feelings, the most important thing to remember is to learn,” you pause to exhale with quivering lips, “to control certain potentially harmful thoughts.” You whine his name when another finger is added to your heat. You’re moving your hips back and forth until he slaps your wet folds as a warning. “Sorry,” you peep and continue in a breath, “Happiness all of the time entails epistemic irrationality.”

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open when you just want to indulge in his thrusts, but you’re encouraged to stop reading when he doesn’t comment on your moans. His pace is quickening and you chase his fingers with your hips, cum dripping down his wrist as you mewl.  

“You enjoying yourself, whore?”

You nod and whimper, “So much.” You’re clutching the edge of the desk as he fingers you with fervor.

“And you're my girl?” 

“Yes, all yours, I love you so much,” you pant, not stopping for a moment to question his words. He has a full view of your sopping wet cunt on the camera, and he lightly blows on you, making you shiver. He’s recording you confess your love for him while getting fingered.

“Only me?” he presses.

“Only you, Jungkook, I love you more than anything,” you slur as you start to feel a knot in your stomach.

“Then pee.”

“Wh-What?”

“Touch your clit and pee.” He removes his fingers from your clenching hole and takes a step back. “Prove your love to me.”

You mourn the loss of his hand while staring wide-eyed at the floor. You’re contemplating his demand as your hand slowly reaches down to your clit. Is he asking you to squirt? Your breathing is shallow as you near your climax, and you still don’t know if you’ll go through with his requirement.

It drips out in tiny drops as you come undone, moaning as clear liquid spills out of you for only a few seconds. 

“Good girl, my good little girl,” Jungkook whispers as he intently watches you humiliate yourself in the name of love. You’re twitching and trembling in shame when he stops recording you and sends it to Jimin without a second’s waste. “Are you okay, baby?”

You hum with a pout as you collect yourself by standing up straight, a sway in your posture. 

“Give me your panties, you’ve made a mess on the floor,” he chastises as he holds out a hand. You slip and step out of them before giving it to him. In return, he passes your phone before feigning a gasp, “Shit, I think I sent Jimin a video of you when I was trying to forward it to my phone.”

Your mouth falls open as heat consumes your entire being. “H-Huh?” Tears brim in your eyes almost instantly; your heart is pounding from anxiety.

“How will you ever look at him now,” he empathizes with a fake frown. “He must think of you as such a slut now.”

“Let me delete it,” you panic as you open your phone. “Wh-Where is it?”

He motions you to give him the phone and opens WhatsApp after. “He’s already seen it.” There are two blue ticks under the message.

“No, no, no,” you pull your hair in agony with a whimper. You quickly put your pants back on and cry as you do so.

“I guess that’s the end of your friendship,” he raises his eyebrows to himself without a hint of sympathy.

“What do I do?!” you wail and fling your hands in stress.

“Avoid him. I’ll make sure he won’t leak it.”

He steps forward to lean in your face intimidatingly. “And don’t talk to him ever again.”

You don’t exactly have a choice now, do you? 

[lady-yandere]

Welcome

My Sweet!🌙

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This side blog is for my rekindled love of yandere content T_T *happy tears*

I use this blog to write about various characters from different Yandere focused VNs and others characters in Yandere fashion. Also I write for my OC's, I'll explain more down below.

Feel free to call me Lady Yandere or just Lady! Lady Rose🌹 is fine too.

Blog rules:

💔First off my blog is 18+ So NO Minors. No Ageless blogs. Do Not Interact. This is a Yandere blog there will be dark and frightening content, please respect my rules. If not you're getting Blocked🚫, I don't have patience for rule breakers. Make sure your age is in your bio or a pinned post so I don't block you by mistake. I do check frequently.

💔No "asking" (rude questions) or being rude in general... 🚫 Blocked. Just be respectful please. I'd really appreciate it :)

💔I don't write nsfw content at all, despite that I still have my rules in place.

What I write:

I write F!Reader mostly. FanFic, imagines and headcannons. I have a Master list here:

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I add to it and edit it so check here before requesting!

I have a character list here:

Character list📘

I'm still adding characters to it so feel free to ask, I might write it if I know the characters well enough, if not then most likely not, but characters already on the list are fair game. Just ask!

I will accept V.N. characters, Otome, and anime character requests.

I have Yandere OC's that I write about, they are here:

My OC's📙

Each OC has an intro post about them, feel free to ask questions, send them to my inbox!

I'm always making new characters so keep an eye on the list, you may see a new face.

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Concerning all characters, My OC's or other works, if you have something in mind just ask me, I promise I don't bite...(^_<)～☆

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If I have to add any rules later for whatever reason you'll find them here.

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If you have made it this far then awesome! I hope you enjoy what I write!

[proflongbttm]

hello my everything! can I request a neville drabble where the reader is very smart and confident but when it comes to neville she's all shy and quiet bc she likes him a lot! and then neville finds out she likes him somehow and he asks her about it and ends up kissing her? I'm so glad you got back into writing babe, you're doing amazing! keep up the great work! and don't listen to those rude people! they don't deserve you! love you sweetheart! 😘❤

Note: so this isn't my best work, honestly Ivan been tired and not very i inspired but I loved the idea and wish I could have executed it better! Maybe one day I'll rewrite it or something! But thank you so much my sweet! I appreciate it so much!

Today was no different from most, a carbon copy of an old routine. You sat in hogwarts library, your nose buried into a book, this one was about  a subject your took particular interest in “Gashawks guide to herbology”. The library was as silent as ever, the occasional sound of a chair sliding or footsteps of students searching for a book. Druing this thrilling daily event you were usually accompanied by your friend, Katie, but as always she was late. Honestly she would be late to her own funeral. She was never in Snapes good books due to her punctuality,  but no gryffindor was.

Your attention was soon shifted from your book to the person who had now entered the library with a loud bang. The door flew open with a crash noise, and from it stumbled your worst nightmare and favourite dream. Neville Longbottom. Ms pince’s head whipped around the where the racket emerged from, she gave a stern look the the nervous boy.

“Sorry” he mumbled with an apologetic look painted on his face. He Hastily walked over to the table in front of you, with Trevor in his hands, while passing you by your eyes connected. You could feel your pulse increasing at an alarming rate and your face heating up, which you guessed showed as a pink hue across your cheeks. He smiled timidly at you. That bloody smile. It effected   you every time you had the measure to see it it was a smile you wanted to see every day of the week, it made your heart sore and your brain buzz like a static television. Even with his crooked teeth it is still one of the most charming and endearing things your eyes had ever seen. That smile always managed ripped you of any tenacity and intelligence you had. Something nobody had ever been able to do before.  It frustrated you to an unhealthy level. Snape didnt even make you feel as nervous and helpless as Neville did. Who gave this boy the right to do this too you without him even knowing? You've always took an interest in Neville since first year after the sorting ceremony you noticed him, his timid nature, his kindness, his gentility, you adored this boy held. Which is why you always found it so difficult to find confidence or the ability to think coherent thoughts when in his vicinity.  

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts when saw the expression on Neville's face.  You had been staring at the poor boy this whole time.  Your eyes widened and your body locked,  like it was frozen in a heavy block of ice, it explained why you found it more difficult to breathe and why your heart was stuttering in your chest.  A rush of heat swept over your face which was now a color closer to a Phoenix then anything. This was no different to what usually occured, but you were never caught out like this before.  Well at least you thought. You always knew Neville was blissfully unaware to your feelings towards him, or even your existence really. It broke your heart that you could ever find the courage to interact with the boy. Courage was never a trait you lack apart from time like these

His eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion. Your eyes were locked with his soft, caring brown-

" Y/N? Are you alright?  You look a bit worried."

His head was tilted like a confused puppy dog and his face wasn't dissimilar to one either.  

Neville spent years trying to understand you.  Why you never spoke to him, purposefully avoided him.  You seemed so talkative and bright to everyone else. Why whenever he looked at you,  you seemed to already be looking, but would glance away and your friend would whisper and you would both giggle.  It was difficult to not be aware of your Pressence. You never failed to speak your mind in class and seemed to radiate confidence with every step you toom,  you made people smile and feel important, why not him? His curiosity ate away at him every day. He adored you. How kind you were to others, and it wasn't that you were cruel to him in particular, but you were distant.  Seamus never failed to point out when you were staring at neville, or how you'd without fail call out Draco Malfoy on any misdeeds he did to Neville. But it was pointless, Neville's mindset was made up. He had done something for you to dislike him,  and it seemed that is how it would stay, no matter how much it hurt him

A simple nod and "mhm" was all you could muster up before you eyes darted to your book and your brain had already called you and idiot about seven or so times.  You could feel his confused stare linger onto you while you pretended to read, until both of your eyes shot to the girl who had just entered with a loud, but proud bang. A wave of relief washed over you at the sight of your friend, maybe she could save you from this embarrassment.  Once her eyes caught sight of you she smiled a warm and cheerful smile, you returned the same, though yous a bit more reluctant, your brain still repeating the moment of seconds ago.

She began to approach,  but before she sat down beside you her eyes caught Nevilles,  and her smile looked more chaotic then ever.

Katie had known you liked Neville since day one.  And had constantly encouraged you to talk to him or even interact with him.  She constantly teased you for your lovesick looks to him saying "What's the worst that could happen?" To which you had what could have been a five page list with all that could go horribly wrong,  many of which ended in you dying from embarrassment.

"Hi Neville,  long time no see,  if you want you can sit over with us, I don't bite,  I don't think y/n does either. " Her tone had a hint of evil behind the kind gesture. Your eyes locked with hers,  yours were wide with panic while hers narrowed while a cunning smile crept onto her face. How is she not a slytherin?!

"Eh- s-sure, thanks"

Her and Neville chairs screeched in sync while she sat down beside you and Neville in front of you. Your eyes glared at the words below you, while you heart pounded against your chest.

Neville smiled shyly while trvour stayed in his hands,  your eyes didn't leave, you knew you'd make a fool out of yourself if you said or did anything,  hopefully if you just read you could stay calm.

Neville's face lit up once he saw what book you were reading.  "Is that gawshaks guide to herbology? I never knew you were a fan y/n."

His voice was so happy to finally find something to talk to you abou,  like he'd been waiting to ask you the short question since that day he was born.

Your eyes looked up while you head stayed tilted to the book. Your mouth opened to reply but nothing came out, an awkward silence drifted into the room while both Neville and Katie stared,  waiting for your reply. You had to get out of here

Your legs sprung up and your chair made a loud scratch while it pushed back.  

"I need to use the bathroom"

As if it were lightning you darted out of the room,  your legs taking you as far as they could as quickly as possible.  

Neville sat,  wide eyed, staring at where you sat on lying seconds ago,  his smile had faded and his excited eyes looked beaten and sad as they sank to the ground

"I don't know what I did, every time I try to talk to her she leaves or doesnt reply or just stares at me,  did I do something? "

His question was asked so quietly it was surprising that katie even heard it at all.  

She knew very well that you two would make a good couple.  You both had a keen interest in herbology, both were very caring and kind.  It would fit like a lovely jigsaw. But if things kept up they way they were there was no chance of you two.  She had to intervene.

"No, no Neville you didn't do anything. Well you kind of did,  but you didn't. Okay so I'm going to tell you something, but if you say I told you, you will be lucky to leave this room alive."

His eyes widened with fear, he shuffled in his seat nervously.  

"I-i promise,  I really promise. "

It was clear that his words were sincere,  even if they were laced with fear from kayies death threats.  Katie leaned onto the table, to get closer to Neville, she couldn't let anyone else hear this or she'd be dead meat.  

"Y/n likes you,  a lot. Your like the only thing that makes her nervous, she doesn't know what to do around you,  so she eject buttons herself out."

Neville didn't reply to katie,  he just sat, in utter disbelief.  His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding.  You liked him back. You really liked him back, good godric you liked him! He wanted to whack his head of the table from being such an idiot.  Every interaction you both had replayed in his head until minutes later you re-entered the room.

You had calmed yourself down in the bathrooms and mashed your face to snap back into reality. The reaction you got to your entrance was not one you expected at all.  Neville looked like the boy was going to explode with nerves. Before you had a chance to step further into the room, Neville stood up and started to approach you. Yours eyes locked the whole time.  What is happening,  what did I do? Why is he still walking?  Your head was raving and your heart felt like it was going to grow legs and run out of your ribs.  It wasn't until he was inches away when he came to a holt.

Your faces were mere inches apart,  he was a lot taller when he was this close.  His eyes sparkled from the light through the windows.  You didn't know what to do. Run? Scream? Cry? Okay maybe not the last two.  His hand raised to hold yours, his hands touched yours as if you were about to break at any second.

"Y/n..  I like you,  I like you a lot.  I like your eye, and your hair,  and everything about you. I just really like you,  and I really want to do something." He took a deep breath " Can I kiss you?"

You simply nodded,  the last action before his head tilted into yours and your lips met.  His were chapped and tasted like lip balm. Your heart felt like it was going to burst,  your legs barely held you up. His hand cam e and rested on the sides of your face while your on his shoulders.  This moment was worth every fall, every embarrassment, he was worth every moment.

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Sugarcoated - Ch. 7

(Completed!)

Prev. Ch. Ao3 FF.net

 Day 7 Prompt:

"Trust your heart" is one of the dumbest pieces of advice to take. How do I know that? Because once upon a time, I tried it.

Adrien was desperately trying not to feel too awkward standing in Marinette's family's bathroom. Upon delivering Marinette to them, her parents had taken one look (one whiff, perhaps), gave him directions for how to work the shower, and steered him in the direction of the washroom. It took him about 2.8 seconds to realize that he had never used someone else's shower before. Hotels? Sure. But another person's? Someone he knew? Yeah, no. And now, standing there and feeling like he should be covered despite the fact that he really needed a shower, he knew why.

"Naked and Afraid", flashed before his eyes as he stared at the shower knobs…and paused.

And if, upon experimenting with the unfamiliar knobs (yes, he had had directions, hush), Adrien accidentally squealed when the cold water came out in a surge over his exposed skin. Well…he hoped that the Dupain-Chengs were too busy taking care of Marinette to hear him.

Hurrying in the (comparatively) tiny shower as fast as he could (while still making sure to get the smell of river water out), Adrien wasted no time, and five minutes later found a slightly disheveled blond on a pink sofa in a pink living room sitting awkwardly stiff and (im)patiently still to make sure Marinette's impromptu river dunking hadn't affected her too much.

Because if he gave her hypothermia because he literally froze at the first touch of contact that he was practically begging for, he would never forgive himself.

(And probably buy a one-way ticket to the first flight he could catch to Canada. They seemed nice.)

Adrien tried not to sigh too loudly as a recurring thought bounced around in his head once again. Trust in your heart. Puh. What a load of crap. That had to be the dumbest pieces of advice to take. Adrien knew, too. He'd tried it too many times with ridiculously awful outcomes to make the words worth anything more than a scoff to him now.

Trust in your heart, he had told himself when he pursued Marinette. And after all this time playing around in each other's shadows, he had only managed to sink like a lost remote in between the two couch cushions named "Romantic Limbo" and "Social Interaction Constipation".

Trust in your heart, his own stupid heart had whispered to his subconscious when he made the stupid choice to try and stupidly pursue Ladybug. That at least hadn't ended fruitlessly: he knew without a question exactly where he stood with her. And because of it, he had mentally berated his heart for tricking his brain into believing that ill-conceived exploit would end anywhere near the realm of a good consequence.

Trust in your heart, he willingly played over and over in his mind this entire, confusing, whirlwind of a day. Every time he looked in Marinette or Ladybug's direction, the conflicting emotions threatened to bash his skull to pieces, cause his heart to bleed out, or tie his stomach up in knots. So he tried to put an end to everything, tried to move passed the whole Does she?/Doesn't she? question rattling around in his brain and flirt and possibly make a move on the two awesome (cough – crazy – cough) girls who he had learned this morning were the same person, and let her know where she stood with him. And by way of being rewarded for his actions, he ended up dropping himself and the flipperty flippin' love of his life into a possible-death-for-normal-people drop ending in a rapid river of death. All because his body had a complete shutdown when she touched him.

In his defense, Marinette, while on the one hand exuded confidence, was also, in the time Adrien had known her, markedly reserved in her…affections toward him. "Shy" could be a good adjective, maybe "timid", really, to the point that said "affections" were nearly chimerical, barely existing in the small smiles, guarded laughter, and fluttering lashes that she seemed to always reserve just for him. Ça, alors, he liked it…a lot. But her persistence to keep whatever this was between them on some sort of slow-moving "I kinda sorta like-like you" train made it at once thrilling to be around her but also quite – quite – predictable. Ladybug, on the other hand, was like a wildfire burning in the brush – uncontained, unbridled, and entirely burn worthy (you all thought he was going to say "hot", didn't you?) Savage looks and purposeful bloodying of her partner were norms, and he loved every second of the intense games they played with each other. Adrien – Chat – always supposed that she was more apt to land a punch in his kisser (even in her civilian form, as this morning's revelry had shown) than actually kiss him. And for some reason, this had made her fabulously enticing to him.

So…yeah. While Adrien had been actually flirting instead of teasing, desperately working his way up to that point, he had only been mentally prepared enough to hope said object of his affections would reciprocate the preluded kiss; but, Ladybug as she was, Marinette completely took the wind out of his sails – and out of his lungs – by initiating the lip-to-lip contact herself.

Not that he was complaining, really, but…nearly fainting and falling back into the river, effectively drenching himself and his (his?) girl(not friend – yet?) in what could be considered a life-or-death situations was not the smoothest move.

The door at the top of the stairs suddenly opened, breaking Adrien away from his downward spiral of humiliation and frustration. In his haste to turn around and fueled into action by the surprise of the door, Adrien bolted out of his seat like a man on fire. He just wanted to see Marinette, wanted to see that she was okay, wanted to make sure, if he was needed, that he could be there for her or her family to offer his services. What he managed to do instead was trip on his own foot when he tried to turn around and fall into his own mess of flailing limbs and strangled cries before backing skillfully into the TV.

The TV proceeded to fall over with a cataclysmic crash.

There was silence hanging in the room, and Adrien couldn't look up, couldn't face anyone that had seen that mess (the voices that were busily talking had all gone quiet…they must have been privy to this little display of gracefulness). Without anywhere else to turn, Adrien continued to stare at the TV, a giant gaping crack in the center of the screen. He draped an arm around his chest as if he was going to cross his arms over themselves, but instead used the other hand to cover his mouth in horror as a tiny plume of smoke burst out of the crack.

No one moved in the wake of the television's demise.

Until Adrien, unable to handle the dread anymore, pointed down the television as he looked up for the first time at the three – yes, all three – people standing at the top of the stairs.

"I'll pay for that," he said with a sigh, resigned to accept whatever punishment they were ready to dish out to him and hoping to hedge some of it with his shallow promise.

At once, three distinct, unrestrained roars of laughter burst into the previously quiet room. Adrien could only grin sheepishly and scratch at the nape of his neck as his cheeks warmed beneath the penetrating mirth. When he looked up again, passed the two older Dupain-Chengs, his eyes met the one he most longed to see. And while there was amusement playing the depths of His Lady's eyes, he also saw the hint of something else there, something eking out in the tiny crow's feet of her eyes and the scrunch of her nose. Something more than Marinette or Ladybug had ever given him before. A look, he knew, that wasn't necessarily different or new in terms of expression, but in possession.

That look, he knew then, was something meant just for him.

Marinette and Adrien were finally doing exactly what Adrien had come over that morning to do in the first place: cover up his "bug bite".

Well…that's what it started as.

It took about a dozen or so cookies and a few cups of hot chocolate to get to this point, Marinette doing a full makeover over Adrien's face. The two teens were sitting cross-legged (Marinette had changed into some sweats) with their knees touching, enjoying the warm night air in the fairy lights on Marinette's balcony. Marinette had Adrien's golden hair pulled back by a pink headband, his eyelids now sporting a flashy shade of green and some impressive "cat eye" wings (Adrien had readily agreed to that). Marinette giggled again at the sight of Adrien trying to hold still, hand shaking with repressed mirth as she held the mascara wand precariously over his closed eyelids.

"Mar," Adrien continued in his chuckling, teasing voice, "don't laugh, you're going to smear everything, and then we'll have to start over." He pawed blindly in front of him, making Marinette giggle again in return and batting his hands away. She continued in titters, coming back to her position slowly to make sure she was still enough to keep from accidentally streaking black lines across the blond's flawless cheeks (like he needed makeup to help with those perfect contours).

"Maybe that's my plan all along," Marinette replied in a playfully low voice. Adrien opened one eye a slit, only to see Marinette leaning closer than he thought she was and waggling her eyebrows. He burst out in a bark of laughter, head thrown back far enough that he had to put a hand behind him to keep himself from falling over. The next few minutes were playful and fun as ever, pushing against each other and laughing, finally ending when Marinette threatened to purposefully mark him up with mascara if he didn't hold still.

Although she reeeeaally wanted to kiss those perfectly done up lips and eyes…part of Marinette just wanted to see this fun little project through to its completion. Besides…she never had so much time to admire Adrien this close up.

She could smell that smell from this proximity, and it was absolutely euphoric.

Adrien pouted at having to sit still again. He slouched forward with his hands just casually brushing against Marinette's knees. The protruding lip and slouching shoulders might be a bit, well, dramatic, but he was particularly put out that he couldn't watch Marinette's cute little tongue stick out of her cute little mouth while she concentrated on applying more of his makeup. He had seen it earlier, and had instantly fallen in love with her all over again over a simple, albeit adorable, gesture. Adrien sighed, relaxing his body a bit more (and getting a huff of fake annoyance from Marinette at his movement), and, in lieu of being able to look at his Princess, let his mind wonder over her, tapping absently against Marinette's knees to keep his hands busy.

There were, admittedly, other ways he could keep his hands busy, but…

Adrien's now fisted fingers pulled back from his previously lovely position into a distance that was a little safer, although he really, really didn't want to. In a momentary panic, Adrien decided the best course of action would be to start talking…even if it was just to keep his mind (and his hands) from wondering any farther.

"So, Marinette…"

She hummed absently in response, concentrating hard enough to miss the little smile that escaped him.

"Any particular reason you wore that dress today?"

Marinette snorted at this. Adrien laughed a little in reply and tried really hard not to blink when the tickling pressure switched to his other set of lashes.

"Sorry, chaton," Marinette breathed out in a heavy sigh, thinking back on the day and shaking her head in embarrassment. "I've already told too many confessions today."

This time, Adrien hummed in reply. He bit his lip and felt a slight satisfaction in noticing how Marinette seemed to pause in her ministrations.

Marinette did not stop just to look at his teeth poking out over his lip. She did not.

"Okay, I guess it's my turn, then, yeah?" Adrien said suddenly, and Marinette trying not to pause again and incriminate herself further in her fascination of Adrien's mouth. Instead, she gulped. Loudly.

Adrien smirked, fluttering his lashes as he opened his eyes.

(He looked…fabulous. Marinette, as she would later admit, was a little jealous of this.)

Outwardly, Marinette seemed to be calmly putting the lid on her mascara tube. On the inside, her brain was exploding.

What…what is he going to say!?

"S-Sure, kitten," she replied.

Great, and we're back to the stuttering, she thought, feeling the telltale signs of a flushed face warming her cheeks.

Adrien wasn't faring much better. He briefly wondered why on earth he had said that, why had he said that!? Not that he didn't have anything to say, but…well…

He looked down at her lips again when she looked away. She had stopped pursing them so tightly, and now they hung out in their full, adorable, completely kissable shape. The sight was enough to steel Adrien's nerves. He now knew exactly what he wanted to say.

"So, I already like Marinette quite a lot, if you didn't know," he started, blinking his eyes some more, trying to get used to the heavier feel of his lashes. "And maybe you didn't know, because, well, we never really talked about anything like that. So I really like Marinette, and then there I was, just kinda…mildly attracted to Ladybug."

Marinette's eyebrows flicked upward for a quick second at this surprising information, a small smile tugging on her lips.

Adrien cleared his throat, looking down at their laps before reaching forward and taking one of Marinette's hands in both of his. His fingers slowly traced over all the delicate curves of her wrist, her palm, her own fingers. He placed a kiss there, slowly, before continuing on.

Marinette knew he could feel her quaking slightly. She could feel it, could feel herself trembling under his touch. The mascara tube dropped from her other hand and she didn't even notice.

"I, uh, I tried to annoy Ladybug," Adrien continued with a small laugh, "tried to…aggressively flirt with her to rile her up." His eyes rose under his sparkly lids to meet her own. "I like that I can do that with LB. I like that I can get such a rise out of her."

Marinette rolled her eyes, but felt her cheeks burn anew at the intensity of his stare. He grinned before kissing her hand again. Marinette thought she might pass out if he did any more of that.

"You'd blush, just like that." His voice lowered as the tension – and their heartbeats – continued to rise. "And then you'd pummel me. Or, well, you'd try to."

Marinette went to smack him on the leg, but somehow her hand got stuck there, causing her to lean forward just a bit…just a bit closer.

Adrien didn't seem to mind…

Adrien, for his part, definitely did not mind. Sweet cheesy kittens, he did not mind any of that action at all.

"I thought," he continued in a whisper, taking a hand away from her own hand to trail slowly up the arm now resting on his leg. "I thought all this time that I was afraid of girls, of, well, of getting involved, thinking that they were either too much trouble," – Marinette shivered when he started on his second track up her arm – "or absolutely terrifying. Terrifying, like dear, sweet Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette fluttered her half-lidded eyes, a held breath coming out in a warm burst.

Terrifying? HER?

…Sweet!? HER!?

"Yes, you, Marinette."

Oh, had she said that out loud?

She sucked in her lips to keep from saying anything else.

And oh, how Adrien definitely didn't want her to do that, not when he was determined to take the initiative this time.

(At least they were on solid ground and, at least if he lost all control of his faculties this time, he wouldn't put himself or anyone else in mortal danger. Probably. Hopefully.)

"President of our class," he said softly, pulling both her hands to his mouth this time and never looking away from her. "Popular with everyone." A kiss on the back of her hand. "Best problem-solver and most insane engineer I've ever seen." A kiss on the back of the other hand. He flipped over her hands like he had done before and Marinette briefly wondered how someone could make such a gentlemanly (flirty) behavior so incredibly incapacitating. The warm breath on her palms sent a new wave of shiver-induced goosebumps racing over her arms.

"And…you're completely fearless." A kiss on her palms. Marinette twitched in her position, inhaling sharply. Her entire body seemed to be buzzing, growing agitated with anticipation. He was going to do this, wasn't he?

Oh please, please say he's going to do this…!

"Marinette…" Adrien whispered, fingers pausing only a moment before reaching up to ghost over the line of her jaw. The pace of his movements was languorously slow…but he didn't – and really did – want to push his luck, or his boundaries, with this girl. When Marinette closed her eyes at his touch, Adrien almost melted. She wanted this…right? "Do you remember the Copycat Akuma?"

"Yes," Marinette replied immediately, breathlessly. She'd say whatever she had to for him to keep talking. She leaned into his touch and was satisfied when his breath hitched.

"I…I did that."

"What?" she said, eyes opening in slight surprise.

"When you didn't show up, when you missed that ceremony thing, Theo Barbot, the sculptor, he was talking about how awesome he thought you were. I…didn't like that. Like, at all. Someone else wanting you. So I…I might have…told him we were together."

If Marinette was surprised by this information, she didn't show it. Instead, her eyes were bright with something Adrien couldn't name. Their weight shifted – their world shifted – when she leaned closer.

"Adrien…I have one more confession."

Adrien hummed, pulling her closer and nuzzling the side of her cheek.

Like a cat, she thought, smiling.

"Theo told me what you said…" This time, Marinette reached up to put her hands on his shoulders, moving back to be able to twirl her fingers in the hair on the back of his neck. "And I…told him that you were right."

It was now or never…and Adrien wasn't going to miss this opportunity again.

Hands now on either side of her face, Adrien pulled her forward into his touch, and at the first taste, had the familiar feeling of being submerged in something bigger than him.

This time, though, he let himself drown in her.

As one small kiss turned into something a little more, both teens relaxed into each other, smiles on their faces, but unwilling to stop trying to maintain that feeling of someone's lips on their own. Someone who loved them. Someone who made their lives just that much better simply by being a part of it.

Someone who gave themselves completely to the other person, basking in their faults, laughing through the trials, and, overall, taking all the bad parts and covering them in something sweet.

Their lives had, in one day, become like a donut: deceptively tough on the outside, immensely fluffy on the inside…and delectably sugarcoated.

  Fin!

[shinsoups]

oohh ohh this looks so fun! and its so interesting to know more about youu!! i really like getting tags like this ✨🐥 i feel like i havent asked for ur name yet @tangerinefluff :( but based from what i read, ur name is elaine? 👉🏻👈🏻 im - hello hello! 🤗

hmm I don't have have any sense of direction. i often get lost all the time even though i live in the same city for almost 10 years. i don't know how to commute at all. i am dumb so to speak haha

i used to play badminton during grade school but as my eyesight gets worse i started to lose interest in playing sports. but that didnt stop me from watching haha

people tend to say im hard to approach? *maybe coz im shy all the time i dont know how to properly interact with people. (or maybe i just have a resting bitch face) but i promise i dont bite (unless u want me too👀) haha just kidding i actually dont talk a lot but i like to listen to people talking so is that weird? hahah

i listen to all types of music these days. recently im starting to like korean indie songs. the vibes are just so chill and calming.

i actually had trauma about volleyball (ironic how i love haikyuu so much) i got hit so hard on the back of my head i went straight to ER cause i passed out lmao

was this interesting?? im sorry im trying my best my dudes ( ˙꒳​˙ )

tags: @b0ku4ka @doodleniella @vicassa @tsukeijii @applepienation @kagebunshiin @saving-empress-ac @chibishae34 @flavostella02 and @ all the people who wants to do this ✨ i wanna tag all of you

edit: @saving-empress-ac i just realized u tagged me here as well and i tagged u too at the same time haha

just a bit over a week ago i believe, i recieved an anon from a follower or i think a mutual tagging me in a chain, i ended up losing it but i can still answer it, im sorry but thank you for chosing me i hope we get to talk soon enough ^^ { dont mind just tagging me in a post : ) }

5 things about yourself and tag 10 people!

1. i live in south america but i used to live in london which is why i have above average english speaking skills here

2. i’m a really big fan of sports (i dont follow any teams but if you show me a game ill get hyped up) and as a kid i did all kinds; ballet, football, swimming, tennis, chess, gymnastics, skating, until 3 years ago when i settled for volleyball :)

3. uh i really like politics to the point where the only thing on my youtube feed is (if not haikyu) just politics, and all i have to say is “Go Bernie”.

4. As a kid id always said dogs were superior to cats but after looking at the Sphynx cat, i couldnt be more wrong.

5. two halloweens ago my sister cosplayed kermit and she wore a headband that had tabletennis balls as his eyes and now i use them all the time (*´◡`)ゞ

I tag: @cementcinema @huhkaashi @indolent-owl ( i wish i could tag more but i start conversations with no one :] )