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bloatedandalone04 · 11 months ago

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Right Back to the Start

➪the one where luke wakes up to the abandoned city of detroit and doesn’t think twice about looking for the one person that always meant the most to him.

Warnings: spoilers for Vanishing on 7th Street, swearing, mentions of death ig, angst, fluff, smut, soft smut, sad events all around, loosely follows the plot of the film, mentions of injuries, unprotected sex heha, hair pulling, marking, pet names, semi-public sex (?)

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Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE, BAES MWAH

The second Luke woke up he knew something was wrong.

He wouldn’t say he felt it, per se, but he knew something was off.

He had overslept and would probably be late for his segment on channel seven if he didn’t get up right now. Paige had kept him up for most of the night and seemed to have fled much earlier in the morning, leaving him to blow out the candles he so carelessly left lit during the night.

Groaning quietly, Luke got up and stumbled his way into the bathroom of his new apartment. His hand quickly finds the lightswitch but when he tries to turn it on, nothing happens. The bathroom remained dark as he reached for his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, making a mental note to ask Jesus, the front desk guy, about the lack of lighting.

Using his freehand, he tried turning the TV on and found that it wasn’t working either. He scoffs around the toothbrush as he tosses the remote aside and barely avoids the puddle that had formed in the kitchen from the fridge being shut off. “What the fuck,” he muttered, grabbing the towel from off the stove handle and dropping it onto the puddle. “Seriously.”

After having to walk down twenty three flights of stairs, Luke was a bit more than annoyed as he tried to get his phone to work.

“Piece of junk,” he concluded as he opened the stairwell door and stepped out into the lobby. “Yo, Jesus, what’s up with the-” he promptly stopped talking when he realized that Jesus was not sitting at the desk. The chair held his usual clothing, that being a suit, but there was no sign of the man.

Actually, Luke noticed that there was no sign of anyone in the lobby as he grabbed the newspaper from off the top of the desk. It only got worse when he went outside and saw various cars had crashed into curbs and stopped in the middle of the street, and the hundreds of clothing that were scattered around had him immediately on alert.

When he saw that even his workplace was empty and came to the realization that Paige was among the sudden disappearances, he went back home and sprung into action. After nearly being taken over by darkness, Luke grabbed every flashlight he could find and his wedding band then left his apartment as his search began.

He spent three whole days trying to find any sign of life other than himself, and a car that actually worked. He took note of a truck that still had some battery life in it before he found a bar that was lit up as if it was still in business.

Inside it he found a kid no older than twelve and soon the duo became a trio, and then a fourth person joined. It was almost overwhelming how many people Luke ended up running into after being completely on his own for seventy two hours straight.

Luke also discovered that his patience was nowhere near as thick as it used to be as James, Rosemary and Paul were all getting on his last nerve. He had found Paul in a bus shelter barely conscious and he had to carry him all the way back to the bar, fucking up his ankle in the process.

They both almost didn’t make it before Rosemary finally opened the door and let them inside.

Now, as Paul was being nursed by her, Luke was left to tend to his sore ankle. “Am I in heaven?” The concussed man asked as he stared up at Rosemary.

“Better,” Luke answered as he wrapped duct tape around his ankle. “A bar.”

A few hours passed and Paul was not getting any better, further delaying Luke’s plan of getting the fuck out of this part of the city and making him feel even more frustrated. “So, you’re all looking for someone, huh?” He asked as he leaned against the pool table, his words slurred and drawn out.

James was the first to answer, “My momma,”

“My son,” Rosemary followed.

All three of them looked over at Luke and he knew he had to answer them without his usual level of sarcasm. He reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wedding band he regretfully took off a few months ago and held it in his palm. “I’m looking for my wife,” he said and they all looked at him as if they were surprised that a cocky, rude and selfish guy like himself could actually have a wife. So he added, “We’re separated, but it’s only recently. I fucked things up with her….and now I might never get the chance to make up for it.”

Rosemary took a step forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, a sad smile on her lips as he looked up at her. “You’ll see her again,” she promised and it brought the smallest bit of hope to him as he slipped the band onto his finger, where it should’ve stayed.

Then the pathetic excuse of a generator began sputtering from its place in the basement, and luckily Paul knew what they needed to do before they were left in complete darkness. “Lessen the load,” he stated as he watched the lights flicker. “The powerload on the genny, we gotta lessen it. Turn off any light we don’t need.”

And Luke did just that, turning off everything except for the lights in the main area of the bar. They continue to flicker on and off for a few more seconds before staying on, making everyone let out a sigh of relief as the shadows fade away. “Good call,” he mumbled to Paul, who just waved him off and moved to lay down on the pool table.

Then there were a few quiet knocks on the door, and everyone was immediately on high alert again.

“Don’t answer it,” Luke said, ignoring the glare Rosemary gave him. Really, there wasn’t anyone on the other side of the door that could be more dangerous than the shadows, but he already had three people he had to deal with before he was able to return back to his original plan, and he didn’t need another person added to the list. But James didn’t care, and Luke was quickly beginning to notice that the kid does whatever he wants as he ran around the table and towards the door. “James, don’t.”

“It could be my mom,” he replied and didn’t wait for another word to be spoken before he pulled the door open.

Luke rounded the table as well and was about to tug James away when he caught sight of who was on the other side of the door. His grip on the kids jacket loosened as his eyes landed on you, and he stumbled a few feet away.

How was it possible that he had spent nearly seventy two hours looking for you, just to have you stumble upon the very bar he was seeking temporary shelter in? You looked scared and nervous and anxious, and Luke wanted to take you into his arms immediately. He was always good at providing you with comfort before, and he knew he could still do it now, he was just in shock.

“I-I’m sorry,” and there was your sweet voice that Luke hadn’t heard in months. “I saw the lights, and…”

Then you met his eyes, and Luke felt his eyes burn a bit. “Y/n,” he barely managed to say before your single flashlight fell from your grasp and hit the ground, breaking on impact. The darkness began to take over the doorway and before Luke could stop himself, he was moving forward and pulling you inside the bar. You stumble along with him and he steadies you by placing his hands on your waist. “Baby.” The name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, but he didn’t care, and you didn’t either.

As you braced yourself against his body, Luke caught sight of your left hand against his chest, and his eyes burned a bit more at the sight of your engagement ring and wedding band wrapped securely around your finger. “Luke,” you said his name in a breathless tone and he was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You kiss him back instantly and grab either side of his face as you press your body right up against his. “I thought I lost you,” he rasped in between kisses, his hands bunching up your shirt that looked an awful lot like one of the few he left with you back at the old house.

You shake your head and lean into his touch when he brings a hand up to wipe away the tears you began to shed. “I thought I lost you,”

Then you were kissing him again and pressing him against the edge of the pool table. Luke’s arms wrap tightly and protectively around you, and he pulls you flush up against his front, his mouth pressing desperate kisses to yours. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, paying no attention to the other three people in the bar. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shake your head again and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Luke,” you weakly say his name as you slide your hand up and tangle it in his messy hair.

He turns his head and kisses your wrist, his eyes narrowing on your left ring finger. “You still wear them,” he stated under his breath as he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist so he could examine the very ring and band he picked out for you.

You tearfully laugh, using your free hand to push his hair away from his forehead. “So do you,” you observe his left hand, and the band you had picked out for him. “I never took mine off.”

Luke gives you a look of agony before he is kissing your temple and caressing the back of your head as if you were the most fragile thing he’s ever held in his arms. He supposed you were at this point since you could literally disappear at any given moment. “I should’ve never taken it off,” he regretfully informed you of his inability to cope without having you around.

He resorted to distracting himself with his coworker in the new bed he didn’t share with you, and he wished he could take it all back. He wished he could go back to the time he left you behind and do it all again, but this time he’d do it right. He wouldn’t leave you, he would stay with you until you got sick of him and even then he wouldn’t leave.

If he knew just how short his life with you would end up being, he would’ve never let you go.

“What happened to your head?” You asked as you traced your thumb along the small cut on his forehead, but he just took your hand in his again and kissed along your neck.

“So….you’re his wife,” Rosemary stated what had to be obvious at this point, her hands placed on James’ shoulders as the three of them looked over at you and Luke. He kept you close to him by placing his hands on your lower back as he looked over at her. “I told you that you’d see her again.”

Yeah, a mere five minutes ago, he wanted to say but was too caught up in the feeling of having you in his arms again. “Sorry, this is probably quite the introduction,” you shyly say and Luke wondered how he went so long without hearing your sweet voice when it was all he wanted to hear right now. “I’m Y/n.”

“Rosemary,” she smiled at you, and everyone could tell how sad the atmosphere had gotten since Luke actually did end up finding you after all. Well, technically, you had found him, but the point still stands.

He had you back, but James didn’t have his mom, and Rosemary didn’t have her son.

You smiled your kind and genuine smile at her as you looked around the place, your body nuzzled against Luke’s. “So, what’s the plan?”

After a bit more smalltalk, everyone came to the agreement that they would wait until morning - even with how quick the daylight seemed to come and go nowadays - before moving on, and keep an eye on the generator in the meantime. Luke gently took your hand in his as he guided you down the stairs, a flashlight in his freehand. “C’mon, baby,” he mumbled and you followed behind him, closing the door afterwards.

You and him were on first watch, and Luke was desperate to be alone with you at this point. “What are you wearing?” You ask with a quiet laugh as he leans against a beam and pulls your body closer to his. Your hands play with the abundance of flashlights that were attached to the strap on his chest before moving to tug on his jacket. “This is how you’ve been surviving?”

Luke shook his head and tore off the strap, tossing it aside without a care for its well-being. “I haven’t been surviving, baby,” he said as he gripped the sides of your face. “I’ve been looking for you. I spent the last three days looking for you.”

You bite down on your lip as tears gather in your eyes again. “Luke,” you trail off as he pulls your body right up against his own.

You looked so pretty. Worn out and tired beyond belief, but still so achingly pretty. He wanted you, all of you, in all the ways he’s missed out on during your time apart, but he also knew you must be exhausted.

He is, too, but he also couldn’t stand the thought of wasting his time sleeping when he could be spending the rest of his possibly short life with you, awake and conscious. “You should get some sleep, baby, you’re probably tired-”

But you just shook your head and leaned up to kiss him. He returned your kiss as soon as your lips met his, and his hands moved back to tangle in your hair. You were quite literally on borrowed time, and you both knew this, so when you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, Luke caught you instantly.

He gripped the backs of your thighs as he slowly lowered his body to the floor. His knees hit the tough concrete a bit hard, but he could handle the pain if it meant he got to have you like this again.

You straddled his lap as your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it in the way you used to - the way that never failed to drive him crazy. His fingers play with the zipper of your jacket for a few seconds before he finally pulls the fabric from your body, followed quickly by your (his) long sleeved shirt.

Luke’s hands ran up your nearly bare back, and he was beginning to crave the feeling of your skin on his. You quickly make work of his jacket, and then his zip-up hoodie. “Jesus, Luke, you’re dressed for the winter,” you point out as your shaky fingers unbutton his dress shirt.

He laughed, a genuine laugh, for the first time in months as you pushed the shirt from his body and dropped it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His lips press to yours again, his hands running up and down your thighs and making goosebumps rise against the fabric of your jeans. “I missed you,” he confessed as he kissed along your jaw.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair again as he lifts you up and lays you down on his shirt and hoodie. It wasn’t much, but it was more comfortable than the hard floor on its own. Really, comfort was the last thing on either of your minds. “Luke, please,” you begged as he sucked the skin of your neck, his fingers tugging at the zipper of your jeans.

His bare and toned chest presses against yours as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth before tangling with your own. “Missed you so fucking much,” he continued as he shoved your jeans down a bit and slipped his hand into the thin material of your panties.

Your body shudders a bit as his middle and index fingers swiped along your wet folds, and you moan quietly against his mouth. “Luke,” you whine, bucking up against his hand. “It’s been so long.”

Luke hummed, kissing you once more before he pulled away. “I know,” he rasped, slowly fucking his fingers into you. “I know, baby, and it’s all my fucking fault. I should’ve been there for you, for us. I promise, I’m never leaving your side, even if we don’t have a lot of time left together.”

Your eyes burned a bit as you lifted your hips in time with his hand. “I want you, Luke,” you gasp. “For months - I’ve wanted you for months.”

Luke blinked away a few tears of his own. “I’m not leaving you, Y/n,” he promised. “Never again. I love you, baby, I always will. No matter what happens.”

You moan as his thumb brushes against your clit, and you knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this; so good, loved and cherished all at once. “I love you,” you whisper back, tugging his mouth back to yours by grabbing onto his hair. “Please, Luke, I want you. I need you, I need to feel you.”

Keeping his mouth connected to yours, Luke pushes your jeans down the rest of the way, leaving you to kick them off along with your boots, as he unzips his own. “I need you, too,” he said under his breath, reaching down to run his tip up your seam. You both moan at the same time when he enters you, filling you up in one movement and fitting perfectly.

“Oh, God,” you whimper as his hips hit yours. “Fuck, Luke.”

“I love you,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours as your legs wrap around his waist. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” He couldn’t stop telling you that he loved you if he tried. He went so long without you, wasted so much time trying to get Paige to make him feel the way only you could.

You kissed him deeply as he began to thrust into you, slow and hard, the way he knew you liked. “I love you,” you say back, laughing quietly at the way his nose brushed yours every time he slipped back inside you.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and he leaned down to kiss along the tops of your breasts. If he had his way, your bra would be discarded along with the other clothing, but to save the twelve year olds remaining innocence if he were to come down here and see you like this, he would have to deal with you keeping it on.

“As soon as I realized what was happening, I started looking for you. I had to see you again, had to tell you that I was sorry and that I regretted not coming back to you,” he rambled, shutting his eyes tightly when he felt your walls squeeze him. “I couldn’t give up without knowing you were safe, without seeing you again.”

You moan quietly as you grip his shoulders. “Luke…”

“You’re everything to me, baby,” he swore, burying face against the side of your neck. “Everything.”

“Luke,” you whine as you kiss along his jaw before brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Please, fuck me. Make me forget. We can forget about everything, even if just for a while.”

His hips begin to hit yours harder after that, and you press his face close to your own by caressing the back of his head. You glance up at the ceiling lights and see them flicker a bit, almost taunting you with the fact that they could shut off completely at any given moment.

Even the shadows around you were taunting as Luke pressed your body against the cold floor, but you didn’t care.

In this moment you weren’t scared.

You had managed to do the impossible; you had found your husband in a city that had been wiped out of any sign of life. You found each other, and you knew that if you were to be taken by the shadows, you wouldn’t be alone anymore. Luke would be with you. He is with you. And he wasn’t going anywhere this time.

“You feel so good, baby,” he brought you back to him with the single praise, and your face flushed a bit as you cling onto him. “So good.”

“Luke,” you moaned, tugging on his hair as you looked over at the shadows. “Harder. Please.”

Luke placed one hand on your hip and braced himself above you with the other one, his forearm pressing against the ground beside your head. “Look at me,” he murmured when he noticed that your head was turned and your eyes were fixated on the dark corner of the basement. When you glanced up at him, Luke pressed his forehead to yours. “Keep looking at me, baby. Not at them, at me. It’s you and me, Y/n. It’s us.”

He successfully got your full attention back as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin of his shoulder. “Make me come, Luke,” you requested breathlessly, your brows scrunching together when he reached that sweet spot deep within you. “Fuck.”

Luke groaned deeply, rocking his hips into yours quicker. “Like this?” He asked, moving his body so his pelvis brushed against your clit with every thrust.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you nod, clinging onto him with the energy you had left. “Yes,” you whispered.

He pulled back to get a good look at your face, his fucked out expression matching yours. “Get loud for me,” he softly demanded as he listened to your quiet moans.

“I can’t,” you mumbled, gently digging your nails into his shoulders. “The others-”

“Can’t hear us,” he cut you off, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your head. He could still faintly smell your sweet, wildflower conditioner you favorited when you and he were together, and the scent had his head feeling fuzzy. “They can’t hear us, sweet girl. That fucking generator drowns out any noise. They have no idea what we’re doing right now, so be loud for me, baby. Scream for me.”

You bite down harshly on your lip, but then moan loudly once he begins rubbing quick circles onto your clit. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, much louder than before.

Luke smirked down at you, his tired features making your heart swell. “There’s my girl,” he mumbled, kissing you afterwards. “My good girl.”

His words had your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you moaned his name loudly.

As he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, Luke felt the possessiveness he felt over you since the day he met you come back to him in full swing. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, well aware that there weren’t many options left for guys that could steal you from him. Still, he hadn’t seen you in months, and he wanted to know that he is still it for you. That he always will be. “Tell me you’re still mine.”

You grin up at him, softly running your fingers through his hair that had become even more messy since you and he reunited. “I’m yours, Luke,” you say. “I always was.”

He grunted as you clenched tightly around him. “You’re close,” he commented, knowing your body and its signs like the back of his hand. You were his wife of four years, after all. You technically still are as neither of you could go through with the divorce process.

“I’m close,” you confirmed what he already knew. “I’m gonna come.”

You squeezed him impossibly tighter and Luke circled your clit faster, desperate to get you there before he got off himself. “Come, baby,” he nearly begged, hiking your leg up higher around his waist.

With a final cry of his name, you were coming around him and sucking him in deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck,”

Luke felt your warmth surround him and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the way you were squeezing him or the way you were writhing under him. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing you quickly when he felt his own high take over his body.

Your heel presses against his back, ensuring that a single drop of his release didn’t go to waste. He pulls away from your mouth and places small kisses to the slightly sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder, eliciting more quiet, broken moans from your swollen lips.

When your tired gaze met his, Luke gave you a small, barely-there grin. “I love you,”

You smooth out his hair as you brush your lips against his. “I love you,” you say back then ask, “What is going to happen next?”

The fear and harsh reality came spiraling back, and Luke wrapped you up in his arms. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly, holding you close to his chest. “But I’m not leaving your side, okay? I mean it, it’s you and me.”

What the world will be like after this, or how long you have with him are questions no one could answer, simply because there was no telling what becomes of you after being consumed by the darkness. Your soul gets taken, leaving behind only the clothes on your back, and it’s scary.

But you weren’t alone anymore, and neither was he. Luke was okay now that he had you back where you always belonged, and he would be fine.

You smile up at him, glancing over at the still flickering lights as you nuzzle against his side. “Yeah,” you agree in a whisper. “You and me.”

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joblrcensus · 10 months ago

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it’s time for the JOblr census results 🧡🙌

before we start i want to thank everyone who took their time to answer this silly little project, gathering responses from 203 baby boos!! it’s my first time doing this so hopefully i can bring some excitement with the results <3

so buckle up and let’s get into it

general questions

Which continent are you from?

Unsurprisingly, the majority is European with a total of 80.8% but it’s amazing to see that they’ve crossed the continent’s border and we also have 9.9% people from North America, 3.9% from Australia & Oceania, 3.4% from Asia and 2% from South America. No person chose the Africa option.

Which country are you from? (optional)

With this being an optional question, 162 respondents out of 203 opted to answer it. Let’s take a look at the top countries by number of people in JOblr (small note: I counted the few people who wrote England or Scotland as part of the UK answer)

Drumrolls 🥁…..

Finland - 29

UK & USA - 15

Germany - 11

Poland - 9

Italy - 8

Australia - 7

Sweden - 6

Austria, Spain, The Netherlands - 5

Croatia, Slovenia - 4

Czechia, France, Romania - 3

Belgium, Canada, Denmark, Hungary, Lithuania, Norway, Philippines, Portugal, Ukraine - 2

Bolivia, Brazil, China, Estonia, Greece, Iceland, India, Luxembourg, Malta, Mexico, Russia, Switzerland - 1

How old are you?

45.8% of us are between 18-25, following by 23.6% between 26-30, 18.2% between 31-45, 10.8% under 18 and two people who are over 45 years old.

Are you part of the LGBTQ+ community?

Remember when they said Joker Out are for the girls and gays? 🏳️‍🌈

Well that was absolutely not wrong since 77.3% baby boos answered that yes they are part of the community, while 11.8% are questioning and 10.8% have answered no

tumblr activity questions

How do you participate on JOblr?

a majority of 98 people are mostly reblogging posts in the fandom but sometimes making posts of their own, 38 are only reblogging while 36 lurkers have stepped out of the shadow and made themselves known. The least amount of people (31) said to be active posters

Do you post any of the following?

It’s already known this fandom is mad talented and entertaining!! It’s always a joy seeing everyone’s creations and posts no matter the type. And the people who are only enjoying and supporting the content are just as important 🫶

Do you also post about Käärijä?

Since these two fandoms are basically overlapping, sometimes even seen as one fandom, I was curious just how much

50.7% also post about Käärijä outside of Joker Out, while 35% don’t post about him at all (or perhaps very rarely). 14.3% are mainly coming from Käärijä’s fandom

joker out questions

How did you find out about Joker Out?

Another unsurprising result, with 89.7% of us finding out about them through Eurovision. But it was really cool to see that there are people who discovered them differently. Ten people found out about them through Tumblr or other social media, to four they were recommended by someone and one through a music platform. The “other” option was chosen as well and included:

finding out about JO through Käärijä

through a music blog review

on slovenian radio

Who from the current members is your favorite?

One of the hardest questions but it had to be done

So Tumblr’s top favorite members areee:

Bojan - 69 votes

Jan - 42 votes

Kris - 40 votes

Nace - 35 votes

Jure - 17 votes

Have you been to a Joker Out concert?

I did not expect this one to be so balanced but I am pleasantly surprised! 104 people have been to a JO concert, while 99 haven’t. It often feels like you’re the only person who hasn’t seen them live yet but it’s nice to see that you’re not alone, so if anyone feels the same don’t worry our time will come too 🥹

If you answered yes, have you seen them multiple times?

Out of the 104 people who previously answered yes, there’s still a balance between those who have been to only one concert and those who have been to multiple

If you’re into RPF, which one of the most popular ships (according to AO3) is your favorite?

Another optional question where 181 out of 203 opted to respond to.

Oh boy, ooooh boy this was a tough battle. It felt like I was watching a horse race. I can tell you that all three ships have been at some point in the first place, or even equal. Are you ready to see the most interesting result yet?

Drumrolls again 🥁…….

BoJere - 58 votes

BoKris - 57 votes

Jance - 56 votes

The “other” option was also chosen and the following ships were included:

BoMartin

Jan/Jure

Kris/Jure

Nace/Kris

Nace/Jere

poly!JO

aaaand that’s it, you made it to the end 🫶 hope you enjoyed and why not see you on the next census!!

#sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes:))#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #jure maček #kris guštin #nace jordan

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farcillesbian · 2 months ago

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changingplumbob · 9 months ago

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Honey, I'm home!

TLDR: I'm back. Incoming reblogs. Normal posting resumes 21st at 9am NZDT (GMT+13).

My cat summary, tales of travel woe and random trip tidbits below.

Cat! The cat survived the cattery. Apparently she wasn't eating too much and just stayed in her cage area (I say cage but it was a neat two level set up, she had an individual food bowl, litter tray and cat bed). She's lost a bit of weight so she'll be getting bigger feeds the next few days. She's periodically patrolling the house and hiding in my bed which is fair.

Travel! So our first bus was running late. Trying to make up for it the bus sped over the hill. Imagine sitting sideways on a bus with a large suitcase as the bus quickly drives a winding downhill road. So fun right (sarcasm is heavy here). We made the train but halfway through the trip it stopped and sat for 10 minutes because of an "incident" (yeah I'm curious to). Bus from train station to airport was fine but the baggage check in went down just as we reached it. Then the plane was delayed by about half and hour. Fast forward to this morning. Checking in at the airport early to discover our 8:15am flight was cancelled because the aircraft was damaged overnight. They put us in a van for a nice hour and a half trip along a sometimes empty, sometimes standstill motorway. At the new airport we checked in fine, but what do you know the plane home was delayed. Hour delay this time. Eventually back home, took the airport bus to the train station no problem. What do you know, the train line was having errors and replacement buses were running instead. At the home train station we just gave up and got a taxi to the vets, and then home.

Wedding! It was nice, my cousin and his bride were so damn happy. It was in a place called the Tree Church where the structure is actually made out of shrubs so it's like getting married in a church made out of nature. The sun was shining and she walked down the isle to an instrumental of Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams. Her dress was gorgeous, their vows were sweet and I was sitting in an aisle seat so got to throw flower petals over them as they walked up the aisle together. Then (remember I'm in summer people) they had an ice cream truck after a champagne toast and they had vegan ice cream!!!

Reception! It was at a vineyard and half the area had trellises with grapes growing above you. There was so much food, and some vegan stuff! Because my cousin has a large family (lots of aunts and uncles) I was the only cousin from our branch. But you know when the band started playing ABBA I had to get up and dance with my aunts because how can you not dance to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Man After Midnight)? I sang along, loudest to Love Story obviously.

Tea Ceremony! So my cousin's wife (is she my cousin in law now? IDK), her parents are Chinese and came to NZ before she was born. She had lots of family fly over from China and Canada and they brought her and my cousin these beautiful red robes for a tea ceremony. Basically it allows the married couple to honour their elders by serving them tea. The couple also get money and jewellery from elders. Apparently all the Cantonese speaking relatives told them they hoped to see a grandchild next year, no pressure cousin.

Internet! As some of you probably realised the air bnb had wifi so I was able to keep up on some people's posts. But because I'm an overthinker I wanted to keep my post about going away near the top of my blog. I'm now going to blog some things I wanted to reblog during the 5 days which you may well have already seen but I want to reblog anyway to show support.

Me! This whole thing has been about me but anyway, I am very sleep deprived. I was not sleeping well before we left. The house we were staying was so creeky I barely slept while we were there. So I'm going to do extra rambles because that's what happens when I'm tired. Thank you for a couple of sunflowers today, with my travel chaos I needed them. I keep them in my inbox for low days but appreciate it beyond measure. I'm going to try get to my asks today but sleep may claim me first. The favourite facts are coming I promise! Lastly check out this puzzle that I was fiddling with intermittently for 3 days. I can't believe I eventually solved it!

#I'm so tired right now #So very tired #I talk so much when I write #So decided to #ramble ramble ramble

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dropthedemiurge · 11 months ago

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2023 Year Results

I have lost my ranking of favorite Thai BL/QLs that I made during half of the year, so I'm just going to write it anew^^

My Top BLs by the end of 2023:

1. Be My Favorite

2. Moonlight Chicken

3. Not Me

4. The Eclipse

5. Semantic Error (or if we talk only Thai series, then Bad Buddy!)

Honorable mentions: Only Friends, SOTUS, Laws of Attraction, Kieta Hatsukoi, My Ride...

I keep changing the places and Moonlight Chicken held such a strong place in my heart but now I'm also taking into account whether I liked all pairings and characters, so BMF finally took over. But I still can't decide whether The Eclipse is higher than Not Me, I might rewatch it endlessly but Not Me was a cultural reset :D As well as Semantic Error who's done so good and finally broke through the typical Korean BL setting and public's favor.

Bad Buddy has done amazingly as well but there are only 5 places in Top 5 ranking 🥲 I guess, the Our Skyy just dimmed my good memories about it a little bit x)

I love how this year we got shows that have expanded beyond the borders of usual BLs, they added mystery and mystic, action, time travelling, sitcom etc, mixed gentes, kept speaking out about many important things - from marriage legalisation to equal rights - that definitely had its own impact on real life, actors went on many fanmeetings overseas, from West to East, and overall... This was a good year, story and fandom wise.

My Fanfic Statistics

I stopped writing metas and somewhat distanced myself from the fandom when I felt that my views often didn't align with majority (and also got shadowbanned by tumblr?), but I wrote ~ 80k words on AO3 and drew >10-15 arts that I really enjoyed. I still have many wips so look forward to them!

I wrote way too many Only Friends fics whole I watched the show xD This was definitely a show that gave out ideas (and sometimes outrage) and lots of angst.

But Not Me fics are still my number one (though mostly because of all the crossovers with other series I keep writing about)

Also somehow Bad Buddy OT4 fic is now the longest fanfic I've ever written (both in Neglish and my native language). And it's still not finished but tbh even I don't know exactly how it will end, that's how self-indulgent this is but I'm so happy rhat many people were excited about this idea with me!

My Fandom

I also had a blast having various discussions in my own small community and people who wanted to share opinions and watch series together. You guys keep inspiring and supporting me in exploring many ideas, drawing art and writing many fics, I truly admire and adore you all, especially my fam @springkitten @xagan and also @thepancakelady @wereflamingo (I'm surprised how often we agreed with each other on somethjng but that's what makes discussions interesting xD).

Also I want to hug bad buddy server was a joyful discover this year too that inspired me to start learning Thai, our not me server that keeps being my safe comfort space and many hugs to some tumblr folks who I talk in replies and reblogs (I am truly bad at remembering usernames but if I ever chatted with you here, I am definitely thinking about you and your profile picture <3)

Here's to 2024 and more projects

I also started my FirstKhao AU visual novel, and though I thought I would be able to make it in a month or two and then got struck by Health Doing Bad for a long time, I'm definitely determined to finish it next year.

And we keep talking about making Poetry Zines with @springkitten inspired by lakorns/bls we watched and I'd like to try and make it happen 👀

I also want to return to commissions in a better way, because of political situation I haven't been able to continue drawing for my foreign friends but thanks to my other friends who are generous to help me with handling finances for me, I might be able to start drawing requests again! I also spent like 5 months fixing my health that kept me from creating I want to finish old ones and I'm really itching to return to drawings and other projects :D

And I have in my mind mastering pixel and 3d art as a part of my Changing Profession and Career Path in 2024 so let's hope I can lighten up everyone's mood with cooler art and animations 👀

Happy New Year and Happy holidays, everyone!

#thai bl #bl series #new year #thai drama #gmmtv series #gmmtv #me #dropthedemiurge #my works

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arthrobug · 2 years ago

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Yo yo yo! I'm exhausted and it's 1:30 AM

Vote for an idea of mine, my broken kneecaps and back are on the line homies, please reblog and vote

I kinda suck at deciding for meself, since I like all of them (of course some are favourites I'll get to dat later), so I need some help if y'all don't mind! If you want to, you can simply comment which idea is your favourite! It would be GREATLY appreciated!

First up, is a story I made almost two years ago now (April 3rd-5th 2021), The Living Void!

The Living Void follows 24 skeleton children who seemed to appear out of the blue! They all have different goals they're pursuing, but a question that's on all their minds in one way or another is: 'Why are we here?' or 'How are we here?', or something else to that effect! Muscadine is the appointed leader of them, and he is the one most motivated to answer this question, due to the fact he seems to be 'strangest' one. Fighting through their multiverse, Muscadine and the other Living Void kiddos will have to encounter various enemies, such as a group dedicated to eradicating kids like them, a fellow group like them, of course a Destroyer of Universes, and various others!

The Living Void is one of the top three stories! This is because I love my kids and honestly I love the intractability of it.

(By the way this description is so much shorter than the others because it's an interactive story, and details are asked by other people, so if you wanna know Muscadine's backstory, than ask for it if this story is chosen!)

Secondly, is Killer and a Baby, my oldest story yet! I made it in September of 2020, which is two years ago, and since I go by years and not months cuz' my brain's a bit lazy, almost three years ago. (Feels longer being honest lmao)

Killer and a Baby follows Sans in a post-apocalyptic world, driven mad by the death of dozens of monsters close to him, and watching hundreds, maybe even over a thousand other monsters be slaughtered by discriminating humans. Sans slowly takes the name 'Killer', and due to his new 'lifestyle', determination now drips from his eye sockets, and his soul can now be seen out of his body at all times. One day, while scouting out an abandoned city, he hears human soldiers acting up nearby and hides until they can no longer be heard. Killer leaves his hiding spot only to pass by a dumpster with a small skeleton baby inside. It starts to cry black tears like his when he plans to just leave it there, and he panics and grabs it. Later on, Killer shockingly discovers the baby's soul is also permanently out of it's body as well, but in a shape of a bright star instead of a red target. What an oddly similar child.

KaaB is a tie between bottom three and top three for me, since it's my oldest and I REALLY wanna finally flesh it out, and while I like making backgrounds, backgrounds are still super tedious for me and I also suck at drawing them sooooooooooooo,,,, oh and just as mentioned there's mass genocide so violence/heavy themes warning

It'd be tubular if y'all voted for it, but just know this one will take quite a while because of the details it'll def have.

Third is Glitch Dad, a more recent story I've never even posted about ANYWHERE yet! Due to that, I don't really know exactly when I made it, I just know I made it sometime this year, maybe mid 2022, whoopsy.

Glitch Dad follows Erratum, a sort of 'reincarnation' of another Multiverse's version of Error. That Error somehow fell into the void, and was scattered across time and space until two great deities decided to give him another chance at life, and placed him in a far of multiverse where he could finally be free of his forced destruction. Error awoke as Erratum, and decided to try to find other monsters (preferably skeletons) like him, his fellows. Instead, the first one he finds is a skeleton toddler, named Ragnarok. Throughout the years, Erratum does find fellows, but in skeleton children that were either abandoned, orphaned, or mistreated in some other way. Because of his slight resemblance to the Error of that multiverse, this giant version of him being still standoffish but quite kind was causing quite the ruckus in the multiverse.

There is seven fanchildren in this that I will include, such as Ragnarok (Hatemare), Meteo (OuterKiller), Somber (Crossmare), Kenza (DustLust), Starcross (Cream), Belladona (DustLust), and Mute (AfterDeath). If I am not allowed to use these characters, PLEASE someone inform me of this.

Glitch Dad is the story tied with KaaB for top three and bottom three, because there will of course be a story in all six of these, but Glitch Dad will be comprised of mostly memes and softness/fluff (AKA an absolutely ginormous traumatized guy being a nice/good dad to equally traumatized kids), so this one is tied because I think it'll be fun to make awsedtryftygouh

Number four is Bloody Buttercups, the second oldest story! This started because I like the trope of someone hurt caring for another hurt person or something similar to that lmao.

Bloody Buttercups takes place in SaveFell, an AU that exists for (currently) unknown purposes, all that's freely known is that the Sans somehow is in possession of a Determination Star/Save Point, and there is no Player in the files or anywhere. Sans is commonly bullied for being known as the 'soft' monster of the Underground (SaveFell isn't entirely based around strength/LV, it's based around personality and what you do. Strength is still important though-), and one day after leaving his post because he couldn't handle seeing humans from the surface enslaving skeleton monsters due to their heightened magic/strength capabilities, he goes to the Ruins, and sees the usually clean river streaked with fresh blood. Sans follows it until he finds the source, an odd skeleton monster with small destroyed wings. He seemed to have maybe fallen from the surface, somehow, but he had no chains whatsoever. Only odd clothing, ripped up wings, and the large skull of a bird placed upon his own skull. Sans decides that for once, he's going to act like the 'softie' he is, and with some struggle, brings the skeleton to his home to care for in secret.

Bloody Buttercups is one of the top three! This is because it's one of the older ones, has not too many characters, I REALLY like the trope/main character interactions included, AND, this story, when finished, could connect to two other stories that are included! I'm not telling which ones though hehehe

Number five, UNDERRINK! Probably the newest story I can't remember lol

UNDERRINK follows Frisk, a nonbinary child who is a selective mute, and resides in a rural orphanage. There is some good snowfall one day, and one of the other kids invites Frisk to ice-skate. Frisk doesn't know how, so they reject the kind offer. However, he does take the skates that are given to him. They wander into the forest nearby, but they suddenly feel the ground dropping. Suddenly Frisk falls under the ground, and she lands on a large pile of snow. Soon, she wakes up, to be met with a yellow flower, wearing a yellow scarf, calling themselves 'Flowey the Flower'.

UNDERINK is simply UNDERTALE but played with battle/competitive ice-skating in mind! Everyone simply has a skill and clothes change, nothing magic related! Oddly enough though, 'Sans' looks very different. He has a scar under his left eye, has snowflake shaped eyelights, and even though the story is a basic change, 'Sans', who prefers to be called Frost instead, uses Ice magic?

Oh well, you'll only know the story and why Sans is unique if this is voted for! (And, if this is voted for, and the story finishes, it won't exactly end yet :].)

I'm going to be honest though, UNDERRINK is in the bottom three, specifically the VERY bottom,,,, Mainly because I have no clue how ice-skating works GNEKGHWNAS so if there's someone who knows a lot about ice-skating and is willing to teach it easily to me that would be a w e s o m e , also I have to draw the entire/main points of the UNDERTALE game so this could either be the longest or shortest one lmao

OH! And, one of the characters (bet you can guess who lmao-) could (keyword, could) be included in one or more of the other stories, hehehehehehehe

LASTLY! Tunnels, my autistic arse's favourite! (but on the bottom three and I'll explain why in a moment-)

Also pretty new, but older than the last one!

Tunnels is a multi-perspective story following humanoid Arthropods, except Crustaceans, f*ck Crustaceans, no one cares about them right now. This is basically the 'bugification' of the UTMV characters lmao

Some of the main characters include Paint, the dragonfly version of Ink, Sun, the wasp version of Dream, Passion, the moth version of Lust, Slayer, the centipede version of Killer, Grimm, the true bug version of Reaper, a couple of humans too, such as Alphys, and even more!

Since there's so many, I couldn't possibly provide a story example of each one lmao so y'all are just getting this:

Each one has some sort of trauma, minor or major, and they're all dealing with this one detail- Humans have discovered their existence and that might cause a bit of problems, especially violent ones.

By the way, 'Oh wowie bug story!' Gets slapped in the face with some REALLY MESSED UP SHIZ. I think this is the darkest one other than KaaB, which is mass genocide and regular gore (but mass genocide is in UNDERTALE so um). So that's your warning if you're still interested-

The EXTREMELY dark themes warning is because when I was just awfully explaining the backstory of one of the characters to my mother, she had to stop me because she was getting uber uncomfortable with how gory it was, from me just t a l k i n g about it,,,, So U H , major warning! I didn't even really realize how dark this one is until I started explaining some of the story awesrdtfyijnmokl-

Anyways, this one is on the bottom three even though it's a favourite of mine is because: The story and world is absolutely MASSIVE. The large amount of characters require an amount of meticulous detail, and as mentioned previously, Tunnels is one of the darkest ones out of the six. It'll be fun for me that's for sure, but I haven't even fleshed out a solid storyline yet, it's just in bits and pieces for each character.

If you guys want this before all the others though, same as the others as well, totes rad I need a singular thing to focus on lol

ALRIGHTY THEN!

That's the six I'm willing to work on, this took about maybe two hours to write out holy he c K my back and neck hurts

PLEASE CHOOSE ONE! If you can't decide or if you want to list out your favourites to least favourites, PLEASE DO SO! Literally any sort of decision other than just going, "this sucks" is awesome ersdtyfiohjk

Have a nice day/night lads! PLEASE VOTE/TELL ME WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE IS!

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minutiaewriter · 2 years ago

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I posted 309 times in 2022

That's 309 more posts than 2021!

128 posts created (41%)

181 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@minutiaewriter

@elizaellwrites

@makaylajade-author

@encrucijada

@toribookworm22

I tagged 197 of my posts in 2022

Only 36% of my posts had no tags

#writers on tumblr - 172 posts

#writers of tumblr - 172 posts

#writerblr - 169 posts

#writing community - 112 posts

#writing - 65 posts

#hera: to catch a star - 64 posts

#books - 60 posts

#hera trilogy - 50 posts

#writer - 34 posts

#authors of tumblr - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#i know i said everything would apply to my novel but it applies to me and don’t i have some relevance to my book?

My Top Posts in 2022:

I swear the stack of "To Read" books that I have is, like, 3 feet tall

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Ok But What Is Hera: To Catch a Star Even About?

Hera: To Catch a Star -- releasing in early 2023

I'm going to try to share as much as I can without spoiling the story...

The Plot

Rynn Hera discovers he is the forbidden offspring of a celestial goddess and a mortal. As a result of this, he is in great danger and is pursued throughout the galaxy, for his blood makes him more powerful than he realizes. The first two novels chronicle Rynn’s travels with a brooding stranger, a kind but determined celestial priestess, and a witty space pirate/outlaw who is quite literally wanted by basically everyone in the galaxy.

The Characters

I haven’t really introduced any of my characters on here yet because I plan on doing so closer to the release of TCAS (To Catch a Star) but the main character is:

Rynn Hera. He’s a literal child. Lives in a cottage in the woods with his grandfather. Loves anything covered in sugar (three words: honey glazed rolls). Is he a cinnamon roll? A downright crybaby? I’ll let you decide for yourself.

The Trilogy

There are three novels in the Hera trilogy: To Catch a Star being the first.

As the series progresses, the plot gradually becomes more complex and weaves more characters and subplots into the main story, which is Rynn’s journey (both literally and emotionally) as the forbidden celestial child, son of a goddess and a mortal. In the end, a massive war birthed from religious and political conflicts is on the brink of breaking out, complicated by the existence of the celestial child and his powerful blood.

The Aesthetic/Mood

This is just a little sample of the moods across the trilogy, so it’ll vary based on novel.

See the full post

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Hello there~ and welcome to my Writerblr!

I’m a fantasy/fiction author debuting my first novel in the Hera trilogy in 2023. Here’s a bit about me!

• You can call me Min/Minnie (short for minutiae)

•I was placed on this earth for two purposes: to write & to read (and share recommendations of the books I love)

•I am a writer because I was a reader first (and still am).

-I've read so many books over the years and hardly get an excuse to talk about any of them so don't hesitate to reach out if you want to rant with me!

-I’ve been writing for around a decade but this is the first time I’m releasing something that will be available to anyone & everyone, so I’m excited!

•Some of my favorite words include: minutiae, hiatus, myriad, tête-à-tête

•I am on my way to being bilingual

•I am not a minor

•I love tea & coffee

•I am a chaotic mix of both an early bird and a night owl (which now that I think about it probably has something to do with drinking both tea and coffee…)

•I have 3 cats, a dog, and a frog (***also a proud plant parent)

•I love books, plants, music, poetry, art, favorite colors are indigo and green, rain, the sky… I love learning about other cultures/languages/peoples… I love chocolate & gummy candy

See the full post

52 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

Writers!!! Someone you’ve never met and you don’t know is cheering you on, is proud of your progress and loves you!!

153 notes - Posted December 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Writers!!! Please interact with this post because I love having friends in the writing community and I want to hype up/support you and your work! I love handing out notes! Let’s follow each other and be each others’ fan boys/girls/folks!!

Literally down for meeting writers in pretty much any genre, I’m so experimental and eclectic these days. Just thought I’d announce this because it’s totally one of my reasons for being on here besides promoting my Hera trilogy , the first book of which is Hera: To Catch a Star (do check out my intro for more details on that, I’m super excited for its release very soon!) <3

479 notes - Posted December 12, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #writing community #writerblr #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #hera: to catch a star #authors of tumblr #writer #writing #books #hera trilogy #thanks for such an amazing start guys!! Lots of love!!

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centrumlumina · 2 years ago

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I posted 6,803 times in 2022

That's 2,308 more posts than 2021!

47 posts created (1%)

6,756 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@astercrash

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@scienceandstarlight

@floralprintshark

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I tagged 6,799 of my posts in 2022

#batfam - 1,505 posts

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#pretty things - 777 posts

#jason todd - 504 posts

#the locked tomb - 437 posts

#writing - 422 posts

#cuties - 397 posts

#capitalism - 340 posts

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Longest Tag: 125 characters

#but also immediate headcanon that cass also felt betrayed when sheldon and amy's relationship got forced into allonormativity

My Top Posts in 2022:

I didn’t want to have to say this, but: anyone who thinks that the Boathouse Scene was a “Girlboss moment” has completely missed the point of Katya’s character arc and, frankly, the movie as a whole.

Katya’s arc is about the ways that her life is defined by the men around her. Goncharov, Andrey, Valery - they all have their own ideas of how she should act, who she should be. She doesn’t want to be a housewife, but in the strictly gendered society she lives in, she isn’t allowed to seek fulfilment beyond that.

The subtext of the conversation in the market is pretty blatant - Katya wants to be allowed to discover who she really is away from the obligations of her family, lovers, and husband. Sofia giving her the apple represents the offer of that freedom. Some people have interpreted this as a temptation - the serpent with Eve, and all the pseudosexual tension that implies - but I view it as an intentional subversion of that image, given the way Sofia is haloed in light throughout the scene. (The homoeroticism is real, though!)

I can see where some people get confused by the ending, because Katya does successfully escape her domestic life - but she doesn’t achieve that through the spiritual offer of self-knowledge Sofia represents! Her love for Goncharov and Andrey won’t allow that. Instead she betrays Sofia and winds up in the boathouse, holding the gun; the men around her have finally dragged her into their life of violence. She might survive the end of the movie, but she has lost everything she cared about, and instead of pursuing the independence she initially wanted, it’s implied (I heard confirmed in a cast interview? if anyone has a source for that let me know!) that she returns to Russia to pursue further vengeance.

Katya’s story arc is not about her being a Girlboss - she isn’t beating the men at their own game, or if she is it’s not a game worth playing. Katya is a tragedy, and a warning about the way the violence of men damages the women around them. Killing is never something to aspire to - it is only, as Valery says, “a clock ticking down to midnight.”

260 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

Did your ship make the top 5?

View the full list now on my AO3, along with the Top 100 Overall and the Top 100 Femslash pairings.

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What fanfic was the world writing in 2021? (AO3 Year In Review)

Click through to AO3 to read the full top 100 list of the most popular relationship tags of 2021!

637 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

pre-resurrection gang is like: every friend group should include

a bimbo (cristabel)

two mean bisexuals (augustine & mercymorn)

an even meaner lesbian (cassiopeia)

she/theys (pyrrha)

he/theys (gideon)

a token straight that’s on thin ice (alfred)

two preserved corpses you puppeteer around with you (ulysses & titania)

an astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized (nigella)

and a short king (john)

708 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Here is my Hot Tridentarii take: Babs is not Ianthe’s cavalier. Coronabeth is, and always has been, Ianthe’s cavalier. The reason Ianthe ate Babs had nothing to do with who he was, and everything to do with him not being Corona.

Ianthe and Coronabeth represent a model of the Lyctor/cav relationship to parallel Harrow & Gideon, just like Pal & Cam do. But where Pal & Cam loved each other so much they became one person, Ianthe’s choice was that she loved Coronabeth so much that she could not stand to consume her, and as a result pushed her away.

...which is exactly what Harrow did to Gideon with her home-grown lobotomy in HtN. I gave you my whole life and you didn’t even want it.

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hacash · 2 years ago

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I posted 9,578 times in 2022

296 posts created (3%)

9,282 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@boasamishipper

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I tagged 9,556 of my posts in 2022

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#art - 520 posts

#cackling - 504 posts

#fangirl problems - 447 posts

#lotr - 427 posts

#ted lasso - 379 posts

#words of wisdom - 355 posts

#stranger things - 350 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i will be honest…after two years of lockdown cooped up in a tiny flat with a preschooler i would be hustling that kid out first chance i got

My Top Posts in 2022:

honestly I’m not trying to insult my American followers when I say that it’s a crying shame that tumblr is so US-centric at times, because so many of you are missing out on comedy gold here right now. our own Car Boot Sale Donald Trump is being slowly but surely cannibalised by his own party and the woman who he replaced as PM turned up to vote him out in a full-on ballgown and glittery heels: not even Trump produced this much petty, vicious drama.

730 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

Best response that I’ve seen on to this situation so far: ‘do you think…people wanted to vote for Ukraine…and just stopped at UK…’

1,369 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

when people talk about writing ‘the next Lord of the Rings’ they think it’s all about the wars and the languages and the histories, and Aragorn brooding in the corner of an inn and the Balrog roaring in Moria and the ruins of Isengard, and that’s how we got Game of Thrones and several dozen cheap fantasy knock-offs every year, not to mention whatever nonsense the Amazon show is going to produce

but Tolkien’s wars and languages and histories stemmed from his love of creating - of words and history and mythos - and that love infuses into everything he writes, and if you miss that then there’s no way in hell you can replicate it

and the people who want to write the next Lord of the Rings because they want to write the next epic don’t get that the story is about the hobbits’ soft and simple lives and Bilbo’s poetry and Sam’s love language being food and Eowyn discovering hope after depression and Gandalf making fireworks for hobbits even if he is a literal angelic being, and Aragorn weeping over Boromir’s body and Theoden’s kindness to Merry, and Beregond betraying his most prized orders to save Faramir, and the unlikely friendship between Gandalf and Pippin, and the even unlikelier friendship between Legolas and Gimli, and Sam and Frodo singing to each other in Mordor, and Boromir sacrificing himself for the hobbits, and Sam’s simple love for Rosie, and the restoration of the Shire, and the friendship of the Fellowship surviving down through the ages, and peace after war and hope in darkness, and the love between a gardener and a gentleman pacifist being literally the only thing that saves Middle Earth

and that is why people who try to recreate Lord of the Rings by starting with war always get it wrong. you have to start with the love, or it’s nothing: just another empty history

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also there’s no pithy, Tumblr-friendly way of simultaneously saying ‘Rishi Sunak being a man of colour doesn’t let him off the hook for the crappy Tory policies he’ll undoubtedly install’

and ‘the left needs to make sure that their criticism of Rishi Sunak does not veer into racism because directing racism at Tories does not make said racism acceptable’

and ‘Britain having its first British Asian PM is a big freaking deal and is going to be significant to Brits of colour across the political spectrum’

and 'the fact that Rishi Sunak has not been elected by the general public in such a time of political upheaval is just plain appalling, ‘mandate from the people’ my arse’

but that doesn’t mean it isn’t all true

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My #1 post of 2022

why is this so funny, I’ve been wheezing for half an hour straight now

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

that damn goncharov post is the bane of my life; it sets of my damn notes all the hours that god sends and it isn't even mine

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #OF COURSE THAT FUCKING GONCHAROV POST IS THE TOP ONE

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inkofamethyst · 2 years ago

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January 9, 2022

Okay wait so recently I reblogged a post about sympathizing with villains instead of the heroes who are only fighting to maintain the status quo and like,,,,, it’s been on my mind and I’m wondering if it’s a) what was once a method of creating a nuanced antagonist has pervaded media so much that it seems like a worn-out trope sometimes or b) the heroes are purposefully characterized as Status Quo Maintainers to influence people into believing that maintaining the status quo is, in fact, a noble goal? The first one is just the effects of a creative trend (ex. remember YA dystopias and how Suzanne Collins made a really cool one and then everyone tried to publish a dystopia and they were all just stripped down versions of THG so they didn’t have the same impact? yea, like that) while the second one seems a lot more sinister.. more propaganda-y. I’m not at all a media studies anthropologist (I’m not any sort of social anthropologist, really), so I don’t even know how to go about figuring out the underpinnings of the sympathetic-villain-tries-to-make-things-better-but-we-are-meant-to-root-for-the-hero-who-takes-a-less-radical-ever-so-slightly-changed-stance-by-the-end thing.

I’m not big on new year’s resolutions because I believe a person can start something new at any time but! this year! I am going to finish listening through the Upstate discography, the Hozier discography, the Florence and The Machine discography, the Lord Huron discography, The Amazing Devil discography, and the aeseaes discography. I am going to take my two academic classes and try really hard to stay on top of them, as I really want to get better at effective time management.

I’ve been in my apartment alone for a few days and have decided that this was how it was meant to be. Instead of me living with other people who I rarely if ever see, skip the middle man and cut out the other people altogether. Let me live alone in peace PLEASE. I love this. Maybe one downside is that I can’t peer pressure myself into washing an drying dishes immediately after using them. This is a notable problem that I do not know how to resolve as of yet. I cannot simply wait for inspiration to strike, that’s not how this works.

Anyway I needed to consult r/ApplyingToCollege for my sister and I’ve been going down a rabbit hole of bad takes from high schoolers (and this doesn’t count as a grad school admissions forum so I’m still stickinwidit) and there’s one post where a person wrote their harvard essays in six hours and someone responded “did you at least get them reviewed” and OP goes “reviewed?? my brother in christ i barely had time to proofread” and that hit me so hard bc SAME (but also the two people I sent my base personal statement to for an initial review ~never got back to me~).

Lastly... how am I expected to work in these conditions. I had to teach Hardy-Weinberg last week (it’s not that I don’t know HWE, it’s just that I expected them to have some background). AND THE LAB THE PROF DEVELOPED WAS WRONG IN PLACES. STRAIGHTUP INCORRECT. HE’S A LITERAL BIOLOGIST LIKE HUH ???? I had to teach HWE to people who haven’t taken bio in years (also had to lie about what the “equilibrium” in HWE is... bc it sure ain’t recessive and dominant alleles being equal in a population!! (granted, I did take two evolution classes last semester, so my residual knowledge is a little heightened, but still)), I had to lie about what a codon was... Man I love this job but also maybe doing it for the first time in the winter was a bad idea. It’s like... I’m just discovering the curse of knowledge and how hard it makes it to engage with a large group of people at an introductory level. But instead of having a week between labs to improve, I have as short as an hour or as long as a day to figure it out. There’s absolutely a difference between knowing your stuff and being able to convey your stuff to people who don’t yet know it. And I thought I would be good at it because I had ~one~ positive experience doing so last spring, but I suppose that’s a poor sample size (sue me, I ain’t taken stats yet).

Today I’m thankful that my hair has actually grown out really really well :) I’ve just finished putting in 18″ braids (usually I go for 24″ these days, but I wanted something more conservative for interviews (unfortunately I’m putting these in so early that I may have to completely redo them if I have any interview offers in February)), and in some places my blow-dried hair actually reaches the end of the braiding hair, and this is after I had to cut off an inch and a half of scraggly ends. This does, however, mean that I won’t be able to do major cutting during takedown, so that process will take forever. I’ve been growing it out for six years now, I think, and while I could definitely do a better job in some areas, it’s very full (every time I wear it natural or in a twistout somebody comments on it) and oh so versatile, and I’m thankful that I’ve actually learned how to take care of my own hair over the past eight years. Especially protective styling. Even if I wanna cut it off sometimes, I really am happy with my natural hair.

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[Image description: Two screenshots from the Wikipedia page on the Mini genus of frogs. The first screenshot introduces the genus with a picture of a small brown frog with red eyes in the banner. Its top is a pale yellow-brown and its underside is a dark brown with pale speckles

Mini (frog) Genus of amphibians Mini is a genus of tiny microhylid frogs that are endemic to southeastern Madagascar where they live among leaf litter in lowland forests. The three species and the genus itself were only scientifically described in 2019; although not yet rated by the IUCN, they

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There are currently 3 species [1]: Mini ature Scherz et al., 2019 Mini mum Scherz et al., 2019 Mini scule Scherz et al., 2019

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#THE NOTES #YOU GUYS #HOLY HELL #THE TAGS #THE REBLOGS #If I am ever feeling down on myself #I will just revisit this post #and see how some 20000 people were just excited that I said 'you're welcome' like a total ass #you are all just so wonderful #thanks for all the appreciation (of frogs) #and for following along (for frogs) #tumblr is a very special place (for frogs) #the love that this post has gotten has really warmed my heart. Thank you. #And no #Mini van is not near the top of the list for putative additional species when we discover them #But if BMW wants to fund my research for a few years I would definitely sell out and name a species Mini cooper #oh and about that Janeway gif I stand by my choices #it was not the gif I was *looking* for #but it did make me laugh quite hard when it came up as the top search result as a possible response to owlet's meme #also since when are the first 20 tags on a post searchable #back in the day it was only the first five #this changes everything

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thank you scherz et al. for bringing us the frogs Mini ature, Mini mum and of course, the Mini scule

#herpetology #neat stuff #hellsite meta

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qrowsofafeather · 7 months ago

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20 Questions for Writers

tagged by @fickleminder

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 14

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 73,274

3. What fandoms do you write for? Transformers, Obey Me!, Deltarune, original content

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? They're not themed for this blog - not sexual but still sensitive content - so I'm not linking them. I can send the links if asked but they're very much Reader Beware. Links are in reblog.

Two Tsun-deres And A Yan- - 59

Digging Your Own (Snow)Grave - 29

Spotter - 25

(Give A) Pass On - 22

Trompement - 18

5. Do you respond to comments? Don't get many, but every time. :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Prompt 1.07?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Umm Spotter?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Yes. Someone ripped off my idea (admitted to) and made shameless mockery of my self-insert. And some from my old RPing days, still not sure why.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Used to. I now block anyone who 'asks' and I've gotten a ridiculous amount of hate (and bizarre accusations) for refusing.

10. Do you write crossovers? Yes but I'm not confident enough to post them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not entirely, just ideas.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I used to do collaborative writing all the time and am trying to regain my muse for it (Transformers Tumblr fandom lmao)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? TFA Skywarp x TFA Cliffjumper and it's a hill I will die on.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I actually had a Skyrim: Dawnguard one with an alternate ending to the final fight with Miraak but I misplaced it years back and can't be bothered to recreate it.

16. What are your writing strengths? Writing characters so that not only are they not-1D and stand on their own, but also move - that is to say, accurate and detailed. 'show, don't tell' - also characters can discover each others' secrets not known to the reader

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I generally have one or two sub-plots woven into my writing, but apparently not enough for people to pick up on, which is kind of sad. Also dialogue; it just feels like two people taking turns monologuing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? translation errors can be hilarious - I speak a small amount of Spanish so whenever that's the language I go :D

19. First fandom you wrote for? Transformers :)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Two Tsun-deres And A Yan- is my baby and I was super proud of it. And the one from 2010 I'm determined to finish.

I don't know who (else) to tag ._. do it if you want? I'd like to know

#so this is a sideblog and theyre on my main #fickleminder #meme thing #about qrow #I know some artists but they dont write :(#TTaaY was my baby and that mess blew up #teal deer my therapist was right and they were toxic

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𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖽 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆

୨୧ pairing: wen junhui x f!reader ୨୧ word count: 4.4k ୨୧ genre: perv!jun x f!reader, smut (mdni 18+) ୨୧ summary: jun had a secret he's been keeping from you, one that could make or break your year long friendship. out of worry, you visit his apartment, only to discover important items that have been missing from your wardrobe.

୨୧ reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated ♡! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you!

୨୧ tags: nonidol!au, uni!au, perv!jun, panty stealer!jun, f!reader, friends2fucking. ୨୧ smut tags/warnings: switch!jun/reader, p in v unprotected sex, cowgirl, slapping, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie.

୨୧ note: this was purely made to torment @onlyhuis /lovingly heheh ♡ and becasue she is queen of huihui's :D. i also needed to write a shorter story to get out of my writing slump :p. and a big big ty my mother mars for proof-reading this despite her hectic schedule @onlymingyus 💞🎀

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“Is everything ok, Jun?” you ask your friend, turning to him as he sits so far away from you that you feel like you have to shout for him to hear you.

He tenses up at your question, pausing to think before answering you.

"Uh, y-yeah, why?” He stutters.

“Because every time I come close, you’re always so stiff…” you pout, not liking how far away he is.

You’ve only been friends with Jun for about a year but got along well enough to become closer to each other than the rest of the friend group. He’s shy and a little quiet at first, but once he’s out of his shell, he becomes humorous and very endearing. There was a certain charm that Jun had that made people naturally flock towards him, despite his quiet nature. But even in the year you knew him, he didn’t go on dates or mention anything about a girlfriend.

The curious being you are, it made you wonder why he never tried to spread his wings and mingle a little bit. Always questions why he brushes off people's advances or fully ignores them when girls are trying to get to know more about him. You decided that maybe he wasn’t ready to date or he was trying to focus more on school.

The two of you spent much time at your apartment, not doing anything in particular. It was either scrolling through Tiktok silently in each other's company, studying, or watching a movie. Today is the latter, a little study session with Jun before playing a movie to wind down.

Usually, study sessions and movie nights called for cuddles, but today seems to be different. Jun hadn’t been acting himself the whole day and it confused you.

“No, I think I just got the flu or something, don’t wanna get you sick.” Jun choked out a lame response, not trying to blow his cover.

There’s a layer of sweat that’s beginning to form on his forehead as he tries to quickly gather his school supplies and bag off your floor. If he were to lift his arms any further up, you would catch his bluff, and his large and very hard bulge covering his oversized sweater.

“W-what?” You ask dumbfoundedly.

“I’m gonna go home and rest up, I’ll see you later, bye!”

The door shuts before you can get another word in. Jun’s abrupt exit leaves you even more confused than you were before.

A puff of air leaves Jun’s lips as he leaves your apartment, and he feels a twinge of guilt for leaving like that. But he wasn’t prepared to have you sitting so prettily on your couch, changed into nothing but a tank top and some sleep shorts. The sight of your plump breasts and full thighs caused all the blood from his brain to travel south.

He knows it’s wrong to look at you that way to yearn for your touch, to feel your plump flesh in his hands. And it's especially wrong to want to fuck you till his cock is the only thing you crave, yet he can’t help it. He can’t help the fact that your figure is like a drug and Jun is insatiable.

When it comes to you, it becomes very easy to turn him on. You could be doing the most mundane of things, but it’ll still get him going. He can’t help but stare, and he knows it’s bad, but he can’t tear his eyes off you. Today, for instance, your loungewear left nothing up to his imagination, and he was able to see every curve and crevice in what felt like ultra-HD.

The rise and fall of your breasts through your tank top is what got him, and if it weren’t for his sweater, or the fact the two of you only hang out at your apartment, you would’ve found out about his dirty secret.

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You would be lying to yourself if you said that you weren’t curious as to why Jun left your apartment so fast. His urgency to escape made you feel like maybe you had done something to upset him, which is the last thing you would want to do. You valued your friendship with him and if something was going on, you wanted to know how to fix it.

Being the impatient person you are, you didn’t even give him a heads-up before deciding to show up at his apartment unannounced. Although you know it’s a little rude to barge in, it is all for the sake of your friendship with Jun. A friendship that you value a lot more than your other ones.

Knocking on his door, you call out for him, “Jun! Open up, it’s Y/n, I know you’re in there!”

There’s shuffling that can be heard behind the door, indicating that Jun is indeed home. But before you could knock on the door further, he opened it up. His eyes are wide, round glasses adorning his face, cheeks flushed like he’s out of breath.

“Are you ok? You look warm, are you still sick?” You overload him with questions, pushing past the door and placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

Jun is startled by your sudden touch, but the fact that you’re in his apartment is what alarms him the most. There were too many things in his room that could incriminate him. He isn’t a murderer or anything like that, just a huge fucking pervert. And as far as he could tell, you didn’t know how much of a perv he was for you.

He had turned into some type of kleptomaniac the moment you were comfortable enough to invite him into your home. Pocketing your stray panties every time you left a pair in the bathroom, just to bring them back to his room. Fucking himself into the cloth as if they were an immediate extension of you. The silk wrapping around his hard length, soiling them with his cum as if it were your body instead.

The worst part of it all was that he didn’t feel bad for stealing them, justifying his actions by telling himself that it was the only thing to keep him in control of his feelings for you. He didn’t feel any guilt for taking a new pair after they lost your scent or when they were dirty with his cum.

But having you in his apartment is like having an ice-cold bucket of water thrown over his head. While you were knocking relentlessly at his door, he was pleasuring himself in a pair he had stolen from your home the last time he visited. Placing the lacey pink thong in his sweater pocket when he excused himself to the bathroom. For some reason, you never noticed or were too embarrassed to bring it up with him. From his point of view, you seemed naive enough to think that you had just misplaced them.

Jun glances behind him to see that he left his room door open by a crack, meaning he just had to make sure you evaded that area entirely.

“I’m fine, Y/n, it’s late and you should go home,” He encourages, trying his best to usher you back to the door.

He curses how stubborn you are because his words have done nothing but make you want to stay even longer. Your two feet planted against the floorboards as if they were glued there. Shaking your head with your arms crossed in front of your chest, you simply refuse his request.

“I’m not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong!” You exasperate, trying to convince Jun to finally tell you why he’s been acting so weird.

The gulp in his throat is evident, his strong Adam’s apple moving up and down as he watches your crossed arms accentuate the fullness of your breasts.

“I-Uh-,” He can’t even get a sentence out when your pretty mounds are right in front of his face.

Jun’s mouth is filling with drool quickly, and his semi-hard member starts to come back to life. Your anger causes your chest to heave up and down and all you can think about is how they would look without all the clothes in the way. Your nipples all perked up and wet from his saliva, he could imagine it all happening now.

“If I did something to upset you, I’m sorry,” you sigh, taking his bicep in your hand and squeezing it.

You look up at him through your lashes with an apologetic look and Jun is practically put into a trance. The way you’re staring at him so innocently, as he can only think of you in a lewd way, causes his dick to pulse in his sweatpants. The long white tee he’s wearing hardly covers his bulge, but thankfully you were still staring at him with a small pout on your plush lips.

“No! You did nothing wrong, trust me, I really wasn’t feeling well,” he assures you. “I just need some rest.”

“I can take care of you, I don’t know why but I feel like it’s my fault that you’re sick,” you insist, your stubbornness causing Jun’s heartbeat to start to pick up.

He watches you grab his arm to bring him back to his room and now he’s getting really scared. The pair of your panties he left on his bed is covered in his cum but somehow nothing is stopping you from leaving his side.

“Please, Y/n, I don’t want you to get sick,” he begs you, but you don’t stop, “And-And my room is a mess right now, please!”

Jun is beyond flustered now, but you protest harder, not letting his persuasive words get to you. You’re worried about him, and as the good friend you are, you just want to nurse him back to health.

“C’mon Jun I know you, it’s probably fine,” you sigh, pushing the door to his room open.

Before you could move a step further, the sight of his room caught you by surprise. Your back bumps into Jun’s chest as you stand there frozen. The pair of pink panties you thought you misplaced sat on top of his comforter, covered in a white and sticky substance.

You can hear Jun trying to explain himself, stuttering, and also calling out your name, but it's no use. It all becomes background noise as you start to connect the dots. All this time, you thought you were going crazy or were just downright forgetful. All this time you thought your panties were disappearing into thin air, but here they are, piled up on your best friend's desk. Using them, cumming into them, and most likely doing so while thinking about you.

A part of you is meant to be disgusted, but you can’t help but feel intrigued. Is this why he’s been acting so weird around you? Is this why he never accepts a girl's advances? Because he’s been jacking off to you and stealing your underwear?

“Jun…” you trail off, the shock is starting to seep in and you’re left just wondering why and how.

“Y/n I’m sorry,” is all he can say, his large hand cupping your waist as your back is still flushed to his front.

There’s something hard poking at your lower back, and it takes you a few seconds to realize what exactly is poking you. This pervert has a boner right now, you say to yourself in your head. It feels huge and the thought of him being secretly aroused by this situation is making your cheeks flush. You would be called a liar if you said that you didn’t think about fucking Jun from time to time. But who wouldn’t come across those thoughts once in a while? He’s attractive, kind, thoughtful, and smart.

You’ve always wondered what would happen if you took your friendship with him to another level, but you didn’t dare risk it. From your perspective, it seemed like he was just too focused on school to date anyone, and that's why he didn’t have a girlfriend. But from the looks of his room, your assumptions were flat-out wrong.

“I can explain myself, I’m sorry, Y/n,” Jun rambles on, his grip on you becoming tighter by the second.

“Jun,” you speak out with a stern tone, turning around to face him.

You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down once more, his cheek flushed knowing he got caught in the act. It makes you wonder how long he’s been doing this and if you’re the only person he’s been like this about. You just had so many questions that are circling in your head it made you dizzy. Dizzy but also buzzing with curiosity and intrigue.

“Are you a pervert?” you ask him, but you already know the answer.

“Oh, um– I–” He continues to stutter and you stare him down, and for some reason, his hand won’t leave your waist

His touch is barely there but it’s sending tingles up your spine, especially with him trying to find words to explain himself.

“This whole time, have you been fucking my panties to the thought of me?” you’re taunting him now, your voice firm.

His mouth opens for a second only to close again and you can’t help but laugh in his face. The fact that he has the gall to steal your underwear, but can’t get confronted without stuttering is somehow laughable to you.

On the other hand, Jun is a mess, he can’t seem to find a way to defend his actions. Although he isn’t sure if he can defend himself right now, there's evidence of him doing the most unspeakable of acts against one of his closest friends.

“If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask,” your voice barely above a whisper as you place one of your hands on his chest. “I can be a pervert too, you know.”

“W-what?” Jun is shellshocked, your words are barely wrapping around his scattered brain, but his hard-on is pulsing uncontrollably now.

You’ve barely touched him and he’s already feeling the pre-cum bead at the tip of his cock.

“If you wanna fuck me, just tell me,” you go on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear, licking slightly at his ear lobe before going back down.

If Jun is lost in a lucid dream, he doesn’t want to be woken up. The fact that you're standing in his room, offering yourself up to him, already has him losing his mind. The pulse in his cock just grows harder to ignore as you look at him with expectant eyes.

A part of him is scared to touch you like you’d break if he laid so much as a finger on your delicate frame. The other part of him wants to press you into the mattress, fucking you with no mercy, to the point where you feel him inside your stomach.

The darker, more perverted half of him wins. His large hands grab you by the waist while he leans down to capture your lips into a kiss. And God was the feeling of your lips on his heavenly. It’s like he’s licking up clouds, your lips soft and plush, wet and sweet—everything he’s ever dreamed of. He can’t help but groan, enveloping his arms around you and pulling you in by your waist to bring you closer to him. Two arms wrap around his neck and it feels like he's floating on cloud nine.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans against your lips, his breathing becoming laboured with each passing minute.

He stares at you so intensely, you could get lost in his pupils with how blown out there are. Jun’s lips are pink and tender from kissing you, and it makes your knees weak. You can already feel the arousal pooling in your panties.

“Jun, please,” you whimper, placing kisses along his neck, sucking and biting to coax him towards his bed.

Moving backwards, Jun doesn't let go of your waist. Placing you carefully on the bed, your legs dangling off as your back hits the mattress. Your pink pair of panties that were discarded from the hours prior catch your eyes. It makes you chuckle knowing that Jun has been fucking your panties when he could’ve been fucking you instead. Honestly, if he had been honest with you before, you would’ve told him yes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this moment,” Jun groans, his hands massaging your curves as he takes in the look of your body.

He’s seen what you look like before, but the context is different now. You’re about to let him fuck you, and he doesn’t know the reason why you’re allowing him, but he’s not about to complain.

“M-me too,” you blush, avoiding his gaze a little.

From the corner of your eye, you can see his own widen a little, surprised to know you’ve felt the same way about him this whole time.

“Wait really? Why didn’t you tell me?” He genuinely asks you.

“The same reason as you, I was afraid,” you shrug.

Jun just laughs, shaking his head, his round brown glasses reflecting light as he moves.

You watch him intently as he smiles, playing with the pieces of hair falling down and into his eyes as he lays on top of you. There's something really attractive about the glasses he’s wearing, they just suit him. The thought of sucking him off while he wears them runs through your mind like crazy. So you kiss him instead.

Pulling him in again, you kiss him hard, letting your tongue lick the insides of his mouth as Jun continues to grope at you. His hands are travelling under your tank top to grip your bra-less mounds. Tweaking and pinching your nipples which causes you to moan breathily between kisses.

“Just take it all off,” you ask of him, your request coming out as a squeak as he continues to play with you.

Jun doesn't need to be told twice, he promptly takes everything off of you, revealing your naked body. A groan bubbles up from his throat as he sees you adjust onto the bed so you're lying against his pillows. Never in a million years did he think he would ever get to see you naked on his bed.

“This is better than anything I could ever imagine,” he mumbles to himself, and you giggle at the fact that he’s talking to himself.

“And what would you imagine exactly,” you tease him, sitting up to remove his shirt.

Your hands are quick, taking off whatever remains of his clothing except for the glasses. The moment you get to his boxers, your voice is lost in your throat. The imprint his hard dick left is huge, and you’re wondering if he could fit it all inside you. Trying not to show how intimidated you are by his size, you pull down his last piece of clothing. The tip slaps against his stomach and you can feel yourself drool inwardly.

“I imagine you just like this, sitting pretty in my bed, begging for me to fuck you, to fill you with my cum,” he whispers into your ear as he lays you back down.

His hand supports himself by your head, while the other roams further down your body till his hand teases the apex between your thighs. It makes you gasp, the feeling of his cold fingers, prodding at your folds.

“Is that something you’d like?” Jun continues to talk to you, his voice an octave lower.

You don’t say anything, more like you can’t say anything. The pads of his fingers are rubbing circles lazily against your clit, moans leaving your lips non-stop.

“Yes, I want that, please, Jun,” you beg him, gripping his bicep as he slides his fingers against your pussy lips harder. His fingers rub you but not enough to get you reeling over for him. He’s teasing you and you hate it.

“What do you want?” He taunts you because he already knows, he just wants to hear the words leave your lips.

You gasp, back arching as you feel one finger push past your entrance, going in and out of you at an excruciating pace. It feels so good to finally be full, it makes you feel lightheaded, but you want more.

“I want you to fuck me, please stuff me with your cum,” you whine, kissing up his neck to convince him to pleasure you further.

“Good girl,” he mutters, peppering kisses on your face, “got tired of fucking your panties, I need the real thing now.”

“Hmph, Jun, so good,” you moan, head thrown back as you feel him add another finger.

Your thighs spread even further, wanting him to have full access to your body. He realizes this, picking up the speed of his hands. The sounds of your squelching hole getting fingered fills the room and it’s like music to Jun’s ears.

Jun is lost in a daze, your face scrunched up with pleasure, and your eyebrows furrowed. He admires your beauty and he feels you come closer to your pending orgasm. There was something so intoxicating about your lust-filled gaze, eyes staring deeply into his as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

“So fucking tight, and wet,” Jun grunts, feeling your walls constrict around his digits.

He wants nothing more than to feel you around his cock, but he wants to taste you first.

“I need to have a taste of that pretty pussy,” he whispers once again, smirking at how your doe eyes follow his frame as he lowers himself between your thighs, “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You are rendered speechless, just allowing Jun to use your body in whatever way he wants, but you don’t mind. The feeling of his tongue against your swollen bud makes your eyes roll back. It makes you grip his hair as he continues to push his two fingers into your slit. Having both his tongue and fingers on you is like heaven, and you can feel yourself coming close to the edge very soon.

“Close, I’m close, Jun,” you gasp out, watching him stare back at you from between your legs.

You’re mesmerized by how sexy he looks from where he is, the glasses fogging and defogging slightly with each breath he takes. His hair is a mess as you continue to pull at it, and the free hand he places on your thigh keeps you open. It’s a lot to look at and you don’t want to stop.

The familiar band in your stomach becomes so tight that it snaps, leaving you shaking as you ride out your first orgasm of the night.

“Fuck! Jun!” you wail, his tongue still playing with your clit as he begins to overstimulate you.

You practically have to push his head away, the sensitivity sending a prickly feeling all over your body. He just chuckles, the same smirk from earlier reappearing on his face. A sign that he knows he was teasing you after your orgasm, forcing you to grow frustrated with his actions.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to be,” you spit at him before flipping the two of you over.

Jun is left dumbfounded as he realizes that you’ve gained control over the situation. Your wet cunt sat snugly against his hardened length. He lets out a groan as you adjust yourself so your folds envelop the underside of his member.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he grunts, hands gripping your waist as he drags you back and forth the length of his cock. It feels good for the both of you, your head lolling back as you savour the warmth of his dick rubbing against you.

“I would fuck this pretty cunt all day if I could,” Jun confesses, lost in the feeling of your warmth.

“I want it inside,” your voice is thick with lust.

Before Jun can say anything more, you lift yourself, aligning his tip with your entrance. Fully sinking on his cock, the two of you let out a sigh of relief. The way his length fills you makes your head dizzy with pleasure. You can feel him stretching your walls like no other, and you wonder why you haven’t thought of asking him to fuck you before.

“You’re tighter than I imagined, baby,” He mutters, and you can tell he’s trying hard to fight off his release.

“You’re so big, Junnie, fuck,” you whimper, moving your hips back and forth to adjust to his size a bit more.

You lower yourself to kiss his chest, moving up towards his Adam’s apple, leaving trails of love bites. The movement of your hips begins to speed up, grinding against him to satiate that inherent need inside you. The need to have his cum fill you to the brim, to mark you with his seed.

Moving back up, you push your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself, bouncing up and down his cock like a woman depraved. Your skin slapped against his torso with every thrust down. Jun can only moan below you, gripping your hips as one hand slaps your ass repeatedly. Mixing your pleasure with a little bit of pain, and your walls constrict around his cock with every hit he lands.

Looking down at him, his face contorted as you fuck yourself on his length, Jun knows he won’t last any longer. The sight of you bouncing on his dick is making him weak, especially with the view of your tits bouncing in front of his face.

“This pussy’s fucking perfect, so fucking good,” His voice strained, “Wanna fill you with my cum baby.”

“Please, Jun, I wanna feel it,” you moan.

That’s all he needed to hear because a second later you feel the spurt of warm cum fill your hole. A shiver goes down your spine as you wait till Jun finishes emptying his seed into you, your orgasm follows quickly after. Juices coating his length as you let out a little moan of relief.

You collapse on his chest, lying there, Jun wraps his arms around you as his cock still sits snugly inside your warm cunt. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, you feel yourself start to get drowsy from how much energy you exerted.

“Can’t believe my best friend is a pervert,” you giggle, your fingers doodling nonsense on his bare chest.

“I can’t believe my best friend is attracted to perverts,” He argues back, rubbing the length of your back to calm you down.

You just roll your eyes in response, “You better give me my panties back.”

୨୧ a/n: ty for reading! i hope you liked it, please kindly leave a comment or reblog :3 or send an ask! ik i want to do a pt.2 of this so lmk what u all think!!! if theres any typos or warning tags missing pls comment or send an ask :) ty again and see you next time ♡

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