#and sorry to be such a shit message replier

[imaniwriting]

Can you write an imagine where jj is seeking refuge in his girlfriend’s home and she cleans his wounds and comforts him?

(This is so cute)

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬

Warnings : Luke, abuse, mentions of blood, angst, swearing (let me know if i missed any)

Summary : after jj encounters his dad he has nowhere to go and chooses to pay his girlfriend a visit who is more than willing to take him in for a few days

Genre : Angst, Fluff

“You are a piece of shit!” Yelled Luke while taking another hit at his so called son. JJ was hunched up against the wall not having the energy to fight back.

He took one last hit at JJ’s face before spitting on him making JJ flinch. “You’re the goddamn reason why your mother left.” Luke gritted out while picking up a beer from the floor. JJ stood up and stormed into his room profusely crying.

He pulled his hair in anger feeling like he was a pet that his father could control whenever he wanted. He picked up his phone staring at the popped up message that was sent 20 minutes ago.

“Hey JJ, John B told me you were going home and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay”

He read the message over and over again shocked that someone really cared about him. Meanwhile you were sitting anxiously at home biting your lips staring at the message you sent 20 minutes ago. Usually JJ was a fast replier never did he leave anyone on read for more than 10 minutes especially you.

You sat up on your bed when you saw that he had opened the message waiting for ‘typing’ to pop up on your screen. But it never did. Not after 5 minutes not after 10.

You were about to leave your house to check on him when there was a knocking on your door. “Coming!” You yelled skipping down the stairs to answer your door.

And there he was, the love of your life standing with bloodied cuts on his face and hands. You placed down your keys and quickly embraced him in a tight hug.

JJ wrapped his arms around your waist and gently moved you so he could step into the house and escape the coldness of the night. “God, JJ what happened?” You asked while closing the door and turning to him.

“Nothing that hasn’t happened before” he chuckled but there wasn’t any humor to it, it was a cold chuckle. You frowned and quickly took his hand in yours to guide him into the bathroom.

“Sit down” you ordered in an instant taking out the first aid kit he followed your command and sat down at the edge of the bathtub that was standing in the back of the bathroom.

You walked up to him and took out a cotton ball and alcohol to clean his wounds. “This may sting” you informed him but he just kept on staring at you nodding absently.

He hissed when you made contact with his wound making you look into his eyes apologizing quietly “sorry”. You went to kiss his cheek softly before turning to the cut on his lip.

JJ kept staring at you completely lost in love. He often found himself staring at you loving every aspect of your body. You quickly finished with all the cuts he had and discarded the now dirty cotton ball.

“Thank you, baby” he said softly while gently grabbing your face to kiss you. The kiss was a loving one not lustful or harsh. You kissed him back careful not to hurt or open the cut on his upper lip.

You slowly pulled away making him whine at the loss of contact. “JJ don’t go back there” you said staring into his ocean blue eyes. “I won’t” he replied making you smile lightly.

You went in for another comforting kiss and another one before deciding to go to sleep.

JJ had his hands comfortably wrapped around you in bed while you were sound asleep he hummed a tune happy to be in the presence of the only person who he knew would always stand behind his back.

[ellielatinagf]

Lacrosse!Ellie Part 2

Summary: after meeting that mysterious girl who had your heart and stomach in knots, you find a way to get closer to her

Warnings: mild profanity,

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

*follow*

You finally hit the follow button. After what felt like hours of just stalking the girls account. You thought about meeting her, but after your encounter with her the other day it felt pretty awkward and you didn’t want to seem to eager.

*Elli3mfwilliams started following you*

*new message*

Ellie: heyy

She was fast with it. You literally just started following her and she texted you??

You: hii

*seen just now* thank god she must be a fast replier

Ellie: how’d you find me?

You: Dina gave me your account. Is that okay?

Ellie: of course babes

Oh god that nickname. Does she know what she’s doing? Does she know the way your stomach churns at the name and even wanting to turn itself inside out? Wait is she even gay?? What kind of question is that, one look and you can already tell she practically worships women. You tried to think of a way to get closer to her

You: are you any good at math?

Ellie: math genius

You: do you think you can help me? Like study and stuff

Ellie: sure I got you. Wanna meet up this weekend at the coffe shop by school?

Ugh, this weekend? It’s only Tuesday, this weekend is forever away…

You: sure!

Ellie: alright then, see ya later babe

You turned off your phone and placed it on your night stand. You laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You basically made a date with Ellie. Sure you two barely knew each other but it was better than nothing. You knew you liked women. You hadn’t exactly dated a woman but anytime you saw a pretty woman you just knew you liked them.

You woke up the next morning to your alarm clock throwing a tantrum on the drawer. You decided to get a little dolled up today. Maybe you just felt in the mood. Your humming to the song playing on your speaker was interrupted by the notification in your phone

*Dinasaur calling*

“Oh shit” You Said Running out of your room grabbing your backpack and rushing outside. You climbed in Dina’s car with half your makeup applied.

“Girl we’re gonna be late!” Dina complained “wait a minute why are YOU looking all pretty?” Dina asked smiling. You giggled and pulled down the passenger mirror to apply your lip gloss.

“I dunno just wanted to I guess” you smirked. Dina didn’t buy, but she didn’t push you. You both sang songs as she drove to school.

“Sooooo have you made any plans this weekend?” Dina asked as you both walked to your classes. Does she know? Did Ellie say something? I mean, it was Dina’s fault you got to talk to Ellie..but still.

“Uh yeah” you said trying to be general and not give hints.

“Ugh! Oh my god Y/n tell me what happened with you and Ellie!” Dina giggled grabbing your arm. You smiled rolling your eyes. Of course she knew. She’s your best friend. What DOESNT she know?

“We’ll nothing really…” You said. You wished something happened “we’re just meeting up for a coffee study this weekend”

“Lame!” Dina exclaimed “your telling me she didn’t fall to your knees and beg you for your hand in marriage?”. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nope. Shocking right?” You replied. The two of you laughed a storm. Dina squeezed your hand goodbye and you both parted ways to go to class. Pre-calc . You hate pre-calc. You basically dragged your feet to class. Your foot missed the next step and before you knew it you tripped and hit your nose on the floor.

If this were anyone else you probably would be laughed. It’s a guilty pleasure. But you groaned and just before you pull yourself up, you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders.

“You okay babe?” You knew that raspy voice. You looked up to meet a pair of green orbs staring at you. A pair of pink lips smiling at you. The embarrassment hit you like a punching bag your cheeks felt warm and turned pink.

“That was an interesting fall ” Ellie chuckled.

“Ha..sorry.. I mean thank you.” You smiled getting back on your feet “I’m fine, thank you”

“No problem babe. We still on for coffee this weekend?” She asked

“Yeah of course” you replied

“Great, I’m looking forward to it. Bye babe. Oh by the way, you look good today”

“Thanks…bye ellie…” you Said waving bye and watching the gorgeous god sent woman leave. Her backpack had space pins on it. Cute. Wait, she said she was looking forward to it. To you. She wants to see you. Oh god. You hated her. Why is so so damn perfect? She’s making you go crazy. That stupid gorgeous nerd.

So excited for the next one omg. Don’t worry there’s gonna be a LOOOOOOTTTTT of fluff trust me loves. Love you thanks for reading! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

@bready101

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[infinitelymint]

You SHOULD TOTALLY do it yourself and give us another snippet of your vegas fic because I am persecuted by it day and night and waiting for it to be here within us since that so far away day you shared that first scene(bless you, it was so good). It haunts me that I still don't know how they feel when they first see each other again. Or the conversation they have when they wake up next to each other, DAMN. So yeah, like if you feel like sharing...you know, like, would be appreciated haha

OH NO! I forgot you!!!! I’m so sorry! SO SORRY! I had my birthday weekend and then uni stress and the doctor stress and then gluten stress and I’M SO SORRY!!!! Man, I feel so sorry, I tag promised you that I’d post something and everything, I’m awful :( Sorry. I’ll give you their first conversation, and hope that somehow you see this ask! 

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He closes thedoor behind him and turns around, finding that the three others are therealready, apparently only waiting for him. Oops.

“Oh,” he says,startling slightly. He hadn’t thought he was running late, but maybe he wasafter all. “Sorry, guess I lost track of time. Didn’t mean to keep you guyswaiting.”

“Not at all,”Liam shakes his head, his face splitting into a massive smile. “I only juststumbled out of my room a moment ago.” He shakes his head and takes a steptowards Harry, which makes Harry realise that he’s been standing there rootedin front of the door like a loon rather than moving to greet Liam properly.“Bugger that anyway, Harry, come here! I haven’t seen you in ages.”

They meet eachother halfway in a tight hug, Harry clutching Liam against him as though he’strying to make up for all the time they haven’t hugged. “Missed you,” hemurmurs into Liam’s neck as he finds that he’s kind of reluctant to let goagain. Hugging Liam now only cements to Harry that’s he’s probably missed theother man even more than he’d allowed himself to believe.

“Missed you too,man,” Liam says, seeming just as reluctant to let go as Harry is. “Let’s not goso long without seeing each other again, please?”

“No,” Harryagrees, shaking his head slightly. “No, let’s never.”

Liam pulls backand smiles, squeezing Harry’s upper arms once before letting go. Harry’s almostembarrassed to find that the corners of his eyes are slightly damp, but reallyhe shouldn’t have expected anything else.

“Oi, lads,”Niall interrupts them, pretending to wipe away a tear as they turn theirattention back to him. “That was beautiful, touched my soul and all. But,really, I’m starving. Can we save the waterworks for after dinner?” He gesturestowards the door, and Liam laughs, making his way back towards the other two.

It’s not untilthen that Harry gets the opportunity to properly take in Louis. He somehowsimultaneously looks exactly the same and so, so different. He’s clearly olderthan the last time Harry saw him, the crinkles by his eyes slightly deeper andthere’s just something about his very being that seems older, more settled,more mature. Calm. A kind of calm that he’d never really been able to achieveback when they were still in the band, too energetic, always bubbling, plottingtheir next act of mischief. There’s not much of the manic energy that used toooze out of him left. He’s dressed in skinny jeans much like Harry’s apart fromthe fact that his are dark blue. They’re rolled up, revealing a pair of tannedankles leading into a pair of black Oxfords. His chest is covered by a nice,fitted black jumper with speckles on it, and it hits Harry once again how muchLouis’ style is exactly the same, only more mature. That probably shouldn’thave come as a surprise seeing as so many years have passed by, and yet…

His hair isswooped back into a lazy quiff, and it’s longer than Harry would have expectedit to be, the ends of his hair nearly touching the nape of his neck. He looksso good. Even when Harry doesn’t know where they stand he can appreciate thatLouis looks good, looks hot, looks positively breath taking. But then again,Louis has always been handsome regardless of whether he was donned out insweats or dressed to the nines. Age has clearly only made him better, like heis his very own personal brand of fine wine.

Their eyesfinally meet, and Harry desperately hopes Louis was too distracted by Niall tonotice how Harry was taking him in. He thinks so, because he doesn’t recogniseanything in Louis’ eyes that might indicate that he’d caught Harry - for thelack of a better term - checking him out.

Prior to thismoment Harry hadn’t known what to expect from this first encounter with Louis;should they shake hands, should they hug, should they completely ignore eachother? What could he expect to see in Louis’ eyes? Hate? Anger? Indifference?Kindness? He still doesn’t quite know how he’s supposed to react, but he doesrealise that his emotional reunion with Liam is probably only going make thisone with Louis all the more awkward.

“Come on,”Niall’s voice interrupts Harry’s thoughts once again. “A good steak waits forno one, Harold, better move those legs and come along with us.”

Harry chuckles,can’t do anything but, and finally moves properly towards the others, breakinghis focus on Louis who in turn is turning his back to Harry as he makes his wayout of room after Liam. Harry can’t quite figure out whether he should berelieved that whatever showdown was to happen between him and Louis gotpostponed or sad that they didn’t just get to rip off the band aid, so tospeak, and get it over with. He’s probably going to keep building it up in hishead to this massive confrontation until it finally happens, and the longer hegets to ponder it, the more anxious he’s gonna get.

He follows theothers diligently out of the room, though, and into the lift. He doesn’t knowwhere they’re going for dinner, but he knows that Niall considers himself quitethe food connoisseur, so he’ll have prided himself on pre-picking only the bestplaces to eat for them. Wherever it is, it’s bound to be delicious.

Once they’re allin the lift, Harry finds himself somehow having ended up standing next toLouis. Liam and Niall are deep in conversation and Harry steels himself forwhat will undoubtedly be some very awkward minutes. He very decidedly does not look at Louis.

“Did you fly infrom LA?” Louis asks, and for two seconds Harry just keeps staring straightahead until he realises that Louis is talking to him.

What��

“LA?” hequestions dumbly until he fully registers Louis’ question. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, Idid.”

“That’s nice,”Louis says, and when Harry chances a look sideways at him, he’s smilingslightly, looking back at Harry. Seems that Louis, too, is in on the‘let’s-make-this-a-great-weekend-for-Niall-and-be-civil’ plan, though it is kindof odd, Harry has to admit. “No jetlag, then, right?”

“Uh, no,” Harryanswers. “I guess not. I’m pretty knackered still, though? Did you, uh, did youfly in from London?”

“No,” Louissays, “Actually I came in from New York, so no jetlag for me either.”

“That’s nice,”Harry says, still kind of flabbergasted that they’re even having thisconversation right now. Louis hums in reply just as the lift announces theirarrival to the main hall with a ping.

[heeracha]

alphabet game (copy paste to first account u see)

tag ur mutuals alphabetically and leave a short message for them :)

omg wait i suck but i'll try HSBFJHSBD

@atrirose — hi babes imy :( i hope ur doing well !! and if u arent yk where to find me so u can rant mwa ily

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,,,,, i suck i dont have a f moot T_T

@goldenhypen — hi simp okay thats all,, jkjk no i rlly dont have anything to say we talk everyday T_T ig,, thanks for waiting for me whenever i ghost lmAO SIDBSHD

@honeyhuii — i love your works kai omg BSFHJSD i love your mind, i love you in general. thank u for not judging me and my weird ass

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@kooksbliss — hi honey,, i hope ur doing well <3 aaaa imy :(

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@twilightau — maks, my love. oh my god, we havent talked in awhile, im sorry for ghosting the server AAJBSDHKDBS highkey shy now,, but i will return someday,,, hopefully vv soon bcs i miss talking to all of you but ofc especially you !! i love you mwa

u — ,,,, T_T

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@wooyukh — ily and i hope ur doing great. i hope u stop bullying me soon. bye ilysm. im sorry for being a shit replier yk i love you mwa

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z — T_T

okay thats all bye ilysm all of u. even though i havent mentioned a lot im sorry i love you all mwa

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 07

You meet him under horrible circumstances but everything feels perfect when you’re with him. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. He, however, is a police officer with years worth of built-up turmoil and an inability to make attachments. Or “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X  collegestudent!reader

Word count: 3k

Note: I’m uploading TWICE tonight because I love you and I love writing and I love Jungkook.

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 

Much to your dismay, Jungkook had started passively ignoring you. All your messages were either ignored or replied to with ‘busy’ 3 hours after he read them. Your calls when straight to voicemail and whenever you tried to arrange something he’d cancel. You knew his job was demanding but you couldn’t understand why he had no time in the past 10 days to message you back at all. Hell, you were sure he had Sundays off so when Sunday eventually came, you were positive he was avoiding you and you planned to get to the bottom of it. 

It was a Wednesday and a full week since you had failed your Dorm inspection. Your room was spotless and you kept the commons room clean however, Alex’s room was a complete mess and they found weed in her possession. She was given a 14-day notice of eviction and while you disliked her, you still felt bad. She assured you that she had family nearby and that she wasn’t planning on staying anyway. The fact that Alex couldn’t careless pushed you not to care either. 

For a short, blissful moment, you had believed that you would be peacefully alone, but someone was already arranged to take her spot and you needed to prepare yourself for the awkward tension of living with a stranger. You didn’t have time to dwell over your living arrangements, you had high schoolers to tutor. That day, the tutoring session you had ran longer than usual, 45 minutes over to be specific. You never charged overtime because you weren’t a monster but you certainly didn’t appreciate it and when the session was finally over, the overwhelming sense of relief had engulfed you.

Fighting through your tiredness, you decided against going home so you could visit Jungkook instead. You thought he wouldn’t be able to ignore you in person and boy were you wrong. When you had first approached the reception desk, you were surprised to see a younger lady, one with a much nicer smile. At first, that made you glad, the other lady, albeit efficient at her job, was standoffish and blatantly rude. However, you would soon regret every trusting that deceptively sweet smile of hers.

“How can I help you?” “Hi, I’m here to see Jungkook?” You ignored her coy smile and the way she rolled her eyes. Maybe she was having a bad day and deserved the benefit of the doubt. “What’s your name?” You stuttered when you said it which was embarrassing enough but then she called him and rather loudly stated that ‘one of your hookups was here to see you’ and when she had said your name, she let out a chuckle at his reaction. “He said he’s busy and just a piece of advice from my personal experience, if he didn’t call you back then he’s really not interested.” You’ve always been good at having a poker face although it proved useless in moments where you were severely upset and this was bordering on becoming one. However, you pushed back whatever tears were threatening to fall and gave her a curt smile. “Noted.” 

When you were finally at your dorm, you couldn’t even sleep. Instead you doodled Pokemon characters in your books and try to make sense of all that had happened. Maybe he wasn’t into you. You were emotional the day that he had confessed, maybe he just pitied you and wanted to spare the pain of rejection. You let out a frustrated sigh as you angrily crushed the paper you were drawing on, aiming it directly into your bin. 

From then on you didn’t message, call or visit Jungkook at all until Saturday night. You remember him telling you that he normally had Saturday nights off unless there was an emergency, most of the cases on those nights were just drunk brawls and people who had too much to drink. The phone rang for a bit before it abruptly stopped indicating that he had hung up on you. You told yourself that was it, the last chance you’d give him. If he wanted to talk to you, he would and evidently, he didn’t. However, forgetting about him was easier said then done which was why you found yourself walking through central park at 8pm in October.

You didn’t do much, just wandered around and stared at ducks which were rather displeased with your lack of bread. You went to a street vendor for a pretzel that was far too overpriced but you didn’t seem to care, happy enough that you had something warm in your hands. You even tried to befriend a small bird but it turned out that it just cared about your pretzel and your so-called ‘friend’ flew away the moment you had finished it. 

Realising you hadn’t checked your phone in a while, you fished it out of your pocket while seated on a park bench and much to your distaste, you had 2 missed calls from the last person you wanted to speak to. 

Jungkook was genuinely busy, that much was true, but even in the moments that he wasn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to reply to you. He grew so accustomed to worrying about no one else but himself that communicating constantly slipped his mind. He wasn’t the best replier and whenever he’d remind himself to call you back, it’d be too late in the night for you to pick up. He wasn’t good at this, he never knew what to say and once you stopped talking to him altogether he felt guilty because his first reaction was relief. He truly was an asshole and you deserved so much better which was why Jungkook had decided to let you go.

Saturday nights were usually reserved for Jungkook’s close circle of friends and their drinking habits. Jungkook normally went home with a girl and this time was no exception, in fact, he desperately needed the distraction. However, mid-way through his conversation with some random girl he had hoped to take home, you rang and he stared at his phone for a moment before hanging up. The moment his finger hit decline, he could feel guilt and regret consume him. 

You hadn’t actually meant to call Jungkook. You had meant to call back Jimin since it was awfully peculiar of him to call you at 11pm (or ever?) for no foreseeable reason but your finger had slipped and you called the person right under Jimin’s contact. Since Jungkook was the last person you called, you called Jungkook and you didn’t even notice until he picked up. You were confused at the voice which was obviously not Jimin’s so you quickly checked the caller ID only to realise it was the man who ghosted you for 2 weeks. 

Jungkook was half-naked and making out with the same girl on his bed when you called again. He forgot to put his phone on silent so the ringing persisted quite loudly. He tried to ignore it but it droned on for a bit. “Just pick it up, I’m not going anywhere.” She gave him a suggestive wink while he apologised and grabbed his phone, walking to the bathroom. “What’s up?” He breathed out in a tone that was evidently annoyed and there was a pause before you replied. “Nothing much, nice to hear from you again.” Your tone was painfully sarcastic and all Jungkook could do was sigh before replying. “Now isn’t a good time Y/N.” “It’s the only time though, right? Since you only pick up the phone once every 14 days.” 

The line went quiet for a bit which allowed you to hear a female voice in the background asking if everything was okay. You weren’t stupid, you got the hint and so you scoffed and hung up. When Jungkook checked his phone again to see that you’d hung up, he ran his hands over his face and resisted the urge to pull his hair out. He hurt you and it was in that brief moment of extreme guilt that Jungkook had realised he regretted every pushing you away. The deed was done though, so he left the bathroom and shook off his guilt. “Sorry, where were we?”

Despite your blood boiling and your fractured heart, you called Jimin back, properly this time. “Hey, Jimin what’s up?” “Hey, it’s an emergency. I need you to tutor me and I-” “No.” And with that you hung up, Jimin was the last person you wanted to spend time with and the last person you owed a favour too.

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It had been 2 weeks since you had last seen Jungkook and your birthday was in 6 days. You weren’t sure how you were going to celebrate it or if you even wanted to at all. You cleared your lessons for that day because you didn’t really feel like spending your 21st birthday with annoying high schoolers. You were still fairly upset about what happened with Jungkook. For the first time, someone showed a genuine interest in you as a person and it turned out to be a complete bust. You were undeniably heartbroken and Jimin surely didn’t fix it.

“Damn, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” You made a sound of disgust when Jimin interrupted your once peaceful lunch. “I don’t think Alex would approve of this.” A bald faced lie, after all Alex didn’t give a shit what you did. “I don’t think she cares about me enough to approve or disapprove.” “She cried for hours when you broke up, I think she cares.” “Why would she care, she cheated on me.” Your face was tangled in confusion although it sounded like something Alex would do. What you couldn’t understand was why Alex had spread a rumour that Jimin cheated on her. “Why did you let her spread that rumour about you then?” Jimin looked at you, clearly not willing to answer but your curious gaze was undeterred so Jimin continued anyway. “If a girl cheats, she’s labeled the campus slut. If a guy cheats, he just gets praised for it. You see where I’m going here?” You smiled at the realisation that Jimin could be genuinely nice when he wanted to be. What a shocking concept. “And they say chivalry is dead.” Jimin jokingly punched your arm.

“Now, to the point, as you may already know, I’m on the verge of failing Peterson’s class and I desperately need your guidance.” You looked at him weirdly, you tutored high school kids, not students in your classes. “I really can’t help you, sorry,” Jimin whined before grabbing your arm and shaking it like a child. “Pretty please, I need to do well in this class otherwise I have to repeat it and get set a whole semester behind.” “You could just do the class during the Summer.” “Oh Y/N, you’re so funny, I don’t do Summer school, it’s not my thing.” “Maybe it should be?” “Look, I’m begging you, I need your help." You cursed yourself for your extreme sympathy because you resolve was surely wavering. “I can’t tutor you but, you can study with me and I’ll help you out.” Jimin smiled, hugging you in a painfully tight embrace. “Who would’ve thought we’d be study buddies, huh?” Your unimpressed face gave Jimin the impression that you didn’t enjoy his attempt at humour so he immediately shut up.

From that point forward, you and Jimin had unexpectedly spent a lot of time together. He was similar to Alex, only genuinely nice when they chose to be and it was soon obvious why they didn’t work out. They were too alike. In the week leading up to your birthday, you had spent a good portion of your time with Jimin. Albeit most of the time was spent revising, you had actually grown to enjoy his company and truly consider him a friend. 

Unfortunately, the morning of your birthday was a rather anti-climactic one. You didn’t feel any different than your 20-year-old self and you didn’t have any plans for the day. Except one. It was a Saturday and your new roommate was set to move in this Monday which was why you decided that you would get absolutely shit-faced on your birthday. You’d never had alcohol before, never even entered a club and you were excited to explore these things despite the fact that you hate crowded places and bitter things. It was the socially accepted protocol to get drunk on your 21st birthday and who were you to stray from tradition? 

There was a knock on your door which you responded to hesitantly. You knew it would be Jimin since you had buzzed him in but you were dreading the awkward ‘happy birthday’ interaction. “Happy Birthday, kiddo.” You let him in but kicked his shin as he stepped inside, you still hated when he called you that. “Thank you.” You were genuinely thankful in spite of your dreadful tone. It had been a long, hard week and you were simply glad it was over. 

Since Jimin had been part of your ‘friend’ group since 7th grade, he came to every single one of your birthday parties. You threw a party every year as advised by Alex and ebbed though you hated them, they always seemed to make your friends happy. Alex liked to pretend that she was being nice by helping you out but everyone just wanted an excuse to have fun. No one really bought you gifts and people barely even knew the party was for you. And like clockwork, every year, Jimin would be invited to your party and every year, he ignored you. But not this one. 

“I’m going to make up every birthday I’ve ever ruined today.” You giggled a bit out of disbelief, taking the gift that he had brought for you from his hand. “Honestly I don’t mind, I forgot about it.” You didn’t but you weren’t one to hold grudges. At least not for long. “Nope, you are going to have the best 21st birthday in the history of 21st birthdays and then you’re going to forgive me for all the bad things I’ve done and we’re going to be best friends.” You laughed even harder at his monologue, till you realised he was being serious. “Oh wow, you’re actually serious, okay.”

Jimin made you open the large gift box he got you and inside was a short, black dress that you would’ve mistaken for a skirt if not for the lacy sleeves and open back. “Jimin, thank you, it’s a gorgeous dress but you can’t seriously expect me to wear this.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. “I can’t go into the club tonight with a girl who looks like she came out of a Disney production.” You hit Jimin’s head with the box lid. “Fine, I’ll wear the stupid dress as long as you don’t complain when you have to take care of me!” He waved you off and left, assuring you he’d be back at 7pm. 

Jimin came 30 minutes early and helped you with your makeup. Your range was fairly limited since you usually kept things naturally and Jimin didn’t appreciate it. “And you call yourself a lady. Disgraceful.” Jimin also tried to make you wear your hair down but you refused consistently for at least 10 minutes before he gave in. Having your hair down was something you reserved for when you were alone. You just felt more comfortable with it up. 

You convinced Jimin to let you wear a long coat because it was cold outside and you were walking but he made you promise you’d take it off once you got into the club which was a fair condition. However, when you had seen the line you presumed you’d never make it in anyway. Jimin grabbed your hand and waltzed straight to the doors where they immediately greeted him and let him in, no questions asked. They stopped you for an ID check though to which you gladly complied and the bouncer wished you an insincere happy birthday which made you far happier than it should’ve.

When you got in Jimin pulled at your coat which you reluctantly let go of and handed it to the waiters waiting in the foyer. You’d never been to a club before but your imagination couldn’t even fathom this. It was huge. There were hundreds of people and you could feel your anxiety increasing at a riveting pace. “I want to go home.” “Not until you’re completely wasted, let’s go.” Jimin takes you straight to the bar where you both sit, you start to spin yourself on the stool childishly before Jimin abruptly stopped you, scolding you a little as if you were 10.

The bartender was busy taking a group’s order and it took a couple of glances before you realised the group was the NYPD and Jungkook was right there. “Jimin. Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.” You were smacking his arm to get his attention off the menu boards and onto you. “What, child?” You told Jimin about Jungkook during one of the earlier study periods and Jimin was convinced he was actually secretly in love with you but didn’t want to put you in danger which is why he let you go. You laughed a lot at his barbaric fantasy. 

“Look, there’s Jungkook, the one in the white dress shirt.” Jimin skimmed the group and suddenly realised why you were so sure he was out of your league. He was out of everyone’s league. Broad chest and chiseled jaw. The man had an intimidating aura that was balanced out by his softer features like his eyes and lips. Jimin was amazed and he didn’t bother hiding it. “Damn, if I looked like him I’d never let myself get tied down either.” You elbowed his side, pouting angrily. “What Y/N? He’s built like a god, I’m not going to deny it.” “I know. He’s so annoyingly handsome.” Jimin hummed in agreement and after, he looked at you with a devious smile. One that usually signified trouble. “What are you plotting now, Jimin?” He smiled before bringing you closer and speaking at a more hushed tone. “Okay, we’re going to make him jealous and I’m going to prove my theory.” You shook your head rapidly.

“No, absolutely not, it won’t even work.” Jimin grabbed you by the shoulder, staring deeply into your soul. “This is your one and only chance at love you lonely child. You have to take it. If it works you owe me big time.” You cringed at his words. You’d never admit it but a part of you wanted to make him jealous, to throw a big ‘fuck you’ his way after what had happened. But you couldn’t, you didn’t want to hurt him no matter how much he’d hurt you. 

“No, but I do want one of those yellow drinks they’re so cute.” You pointed at a drink which a girl a couple seats away was drinking. “That’s way too strong and I have a feeling your alcohol tolerance is absolutely horrible.” You glared at him for a bit before beckoning the bartender. “Could I get one of those please?” She nodded dutifully with a kind smile and you stuck your tongue out at the rather shocked Jimin. 

Your drink came with fruit and you were excited about how cute it looked. “Ugh, Y/N let’s go dance.” Jimin groaned while simultaneously trying to drag your body away from the bar. “But I just got this drink. Go ahead I’ll join you when I’m done.” That was a lie. You never dance and you didn’t feel like starting. You had been infatuated with your drink despite it tasting quite bitter, it wasn’t something you couldn’t grow to like and so you continued sipping it slowly. With all of your attention fixated with the drink, it would’ve been impossible to notice Jungkook’s curious eyes. 

[demivampirew]

I’m in a need to rant about something that happened to me. Days ago I was reached by a person (that after replying I checked the account and realized that was a phantom blog (I don’t know if that’s an actual term but that’s why I call blogs that don’t post anything and have no purposes other than maybe spy on other blogs or things like that). This person wanted me to tell them how to make audios like the ones I make. I shared the names of the programmes I use, links to download and tutorials on how to use (the video trimming one). As for the one I use for converting videos into audios, I told them that I don’t remember the app name because it’s a portable programme and doesn’t have a name. This “lovely” person then asked if I could share more information on how the app looked like so they could find it and I didn’t reply shortly (it wasn’t my intention not to reply, I just simply one of those people who takes time to reply to anyone -sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up and checked the phone when I’m not completely awake and read messages and then I forgot about it; there are Tumblr friends that could confirm that I’m not a quick replier but it’s not with mean intentions) and this person replied rudely. I wasn’t going to leave a person be rude to me without sharing my opinion - that I’ve been nice and help as much as I could, sharing the programmes I use and other options the could use to do the audios, so there was no reason to be impolite about me not replying her last question and she went on how ‘jealous’ and ‘bitter’ Argentinian girls are because apparently, we don’t like to share things/skills that we have” -when I fucking shared all the names of the apps I use, except for one because I don’t fucking know the name! (sorry, I lost my temper but I’m pissed).Since this person deactivated the account, I cannot reply to her last message and that’s why I’m sharing this on here, and actually there’s a lesson here I want to share with everyone:No one, NO ONE taught me any of the skills I have in editing (gifs, edits, videos, audios, etc), I learnt every single thing by myself, because I was curious and because I wanted to do something so I search programmes and how to use them all by myself. How did I do that? Simple: I use Google. I searched “apps to cut videos” “convert videos into audios”, etc and download lots of apps until I found the ones that were the best (sometimes the search was easy other times no so much, but I didn’t give up and continue because I truly wanted to learn something). So, to this person who accused me of being jealous and bitter, I would like to return the favour by calling you a brat, someone who expects everything delivered in a silver plate. If you truly want to learn something, do the job. It’s ok to reach for help but it’s not cool to be fucking rude because they don’t handle you everything. Nobody shared those things for me, I found them myself and so could you if instead of treating people like shit you put on the work to find what you need/want.

Btw, here are the receipts that I was telling the true about the audio app:

[ddurandal]

MEET: SOONCHAN

— YMMD Series: Part 1

— YMMD Series: | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

— fic masterlist

— type: narrative

— genre: contemporary, fluff

— words: 1,945

Chan wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or angry. Maybe he was feeling both. The guy across him just read a whole paragraph from his physics book in a not-so-loud-but-highly-audible-voice, and Chan didn't sit well with that. He was supposed to be studying dance theory, but with the way things were going, he might memorize physics formulas instead.

He was at the library, trying to cram half of the semester for the midterms exam next week. The place wasn't his ideal spot to spend his afternoon. However, with exams coming up in just a week, he figured he should just cram all of his lessons and maybe, at the very least, get a passing grade. He wasn't the only one working hard to get a passing grade as well. The library was full of students. But he wasn't really sure if he was lucky or not, since yes, he did find an empty seat—the only one left unoccupied— and soon found out why no one was sitting there. The guy across him who was wearing a shirt that was buttoned up to the very last button jittered and mumbled everytime he read from his thick physics book. Chan internally groaned and for a split second thought of throwing chips at the guy so he’d shut up and leave, but then decided against it. By the looks of it though, the passing grade was a blurry ambition as the guy across him tried to open a bottle of iced coffee, and then accidentally spilled it all on the table.

“Fuck,” Chan muttered as he grabbed his book and notebooks away from the liquid. The other guy beside him did the same thing.

“Oh no,” the guy said, eyes wide and now scared. “I’m so sorry!”

“Dude,” the other guy said, “you're making a mess.”

“I'm really sorry! I’ll clean it up fast. I’m so sorry.”

Chan sighed and placed his things on his seat, then he used a scratch paper to help Physics Guy clean the mess up.

“I think I have a pack of tissues in my bag,” the other guy offered. “Can I put my things on your chair while I get it?”

Chan mumbled a ‘yeah, sure’ not really looking at him. He could see the librarian was already on her way to them, anger evident on her face.

“Both of you,” she said as she reached their table. “Get out.”

“I didn't—” Chan tried to explain to her how any of this wasn't his fault at all, but the librarian’s face was already set and any he thought any more protests from him would result in him being banned from the building. So he decided to shut up and gather his things as quickly as he could.

When he was at the door, the physics guy caught up to him and apologized again. Chan had no choice but to smile it off even though, honestly, he was slightly pissed.

He decided to go to a coffee shop instead.

Chan had to call off teaching a few kids the new routine he’d thought of last night. Though, he did bring the black notebook with him to study. He brought it everywhere with him. Inspiration always striked at the oddest of hours and he needed the black notebook to write everything down, or else he was going to forget it all at once.

He went to the nearest coffee shop he could find, sat on a booth and arranged his stuff on the table. “Fine,” he murmured to himself. “Let's get this over with.” He checked his bag for the black notebook, but it wasn’t there.

What the hell, he whispered to himself, rummaging through his backpack.

He was sure he brought it with him to the library, and he was sure he placed it inside his bag before going out of the building. He was panicking now since he had just written a new choreography last night but he couldn’t remember the details.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed under his breath. Where could it be? Did he leave it in the library? Did Physics Guy accidentally mistake it as his own notebook? Did someone else take it? He had no damn clue but his heart was already racing. Where is his goddamn black notebook?

As if on cue, his phone chimed, announcing a new text message.

I have your notebook. It had your name and number written on the first page.

Chan, who was nervous as hell, thought it sounded like a message from a kidnapper asking for ransom. Or maybe he was just being dramatic. As fuck.

I need it back. Where should we meet? I’ll get it.

The person who had his notebook seemed like a slow replier. Chan was already biting the nail on his thumb for more or less two minutes. Still no reply.

“Maybe this is a scam,” Chan murmured to himself. However, if this was a scam, how would've this person known he lost his notebook in the first place? He also wrote his name and number on the first page in case it was lost.

His phone chimed again. This is the address.

Chan squinted at the words on the message. He sure was quick to give an address. Nevertheless, he still packed his things and went in search for his notebook.

The address the person gave him was of an old record store. Chan had to ask around because he hadn't been in this part of town before. At first, he thought the guy was shitting him and this was all some sick plan to, maybe, lure him into something illegal. Turns out, the record store was real.

It was a hole in the wall kind which sold old vinyls and CDs. Chan found a Michael Jackson Thriller vinyl, which, of course, was expensive as hell. It was kept inside a glass case, a sort of memorabilia of vintage records for sale.

He looked around, there was no one there that looked like someone his age. Where could this person be? He decided to fish his phone out of his pocket and send him a text.

I’m here. Where are you?

Minutes later, no reply.

Chan sighed and went to the cashier, who looked a few years older than him. He wore a simple blue t-shirt that said ‘worlds away’ and was playing some type of shooting game on his phone.

“Hi,” Chan greeted. The guy at the counter looked up from his game and immediately paused it.

“Is there something you need?” He said, smiling at Chan, showing a dimple on the corner of his mouth. His nametag said 'Seungcheol.’

“Uh,” Chan answered,”yeah. I was wondering if someone—a guy my age—came here? Like, a while ago? Holding a black notebook?”

Damn it. Chan realized he had come here so clueless. He went on a whim, following the guy’s instructions without even knowing what he looked like. He just really wanted his notebook back.

“Oh,” the guy’s eyes widened, “Are you Chan?"

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed, confused. “Yeah, but how did you—”

“The MJ record there is yours,” Seungcheol said, smiling.

“What?” He was even more confused now. “But it's expensive. I don't have money for it.”

“Don't worry. It's already paid.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. “What do you mean ‘paid’?”

“The guy you're looking for,” Seungncheol said, “he bought it. Said you liked MJ. He was holding a black notebook, like you said.”

Chan was now outside the record store, holding a paper bag with the MJ vintage record inside that, apparently, had been bought for him. Seungcheol didn't provide anymore didn't of who the guy was. He hurriedly gave Chan the record and went back to his game.

He grabbed his phone again and sent a text to the person.

What's this?

He snapped a photo of the paper bag and hit send.

Immediately, a reply came.

Hope you like it. :D

He wasn't sure if he was even allowed to like it. He was just immensely confused. Was this guy even serious or not?

Look, I don't know who tf you are, but if you just stole my notebook just to make fun of me I swear I will find you.

Again, the person replied immediately.

No, please don't think that. I knew you liked MJ and I just really wanted to make your day better.

“How did you know I liked MJ?” Chan murmured to his phone, looking at the iMessage cursor blinking at him. What was he supposed to say? Did this guy know him? Is he supposed to be creeped out? Chan didn't know what to feel at all, except that he just really wanted to get his notebook back.

He sighed and sent a reply saying just that.

I just really want my notebook back. Please give it back.

The person didn't reply immediately this time. Perhaps, Chan thought, he was contemplating giving it back now. He’ll finally meet him, and he planned to give the MJ record back to him too.

His phone chimed. Chan looked up from the paperbag in his hand that he hadn't realized he was staring at.

Okay. I guess I stressed you out. I hadn't intended to. I'd like to make it up to you. Let me buy you coffee.

Chan took a cab back to the coffee shop, clutching the paperbag next to him. Was he nervous? Very much so. He was finally going to meet this guy. He didn't know what this guy’s plan was but Chan just wanted to get this over with.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw him, smiling, looking down at his coffee. Beside the cup was his black notebook. He had texted him the address of the coffee shop and what he was wearing. Simple graphic white shirt and jeans, and his backpack beside him. Just like what he wore in the library when he asked Chan if it was okay to put his things on his seat. Just like when he offered Chan a pack of tissues.

Chan walked up slowly to him, realizing now who he was. Of course he still had to ask him why he stole the notebook and how the hell he knew he liked MJ, but his heart still skipped a beat.

“Hi,” the guy smiled up at him. “Please sit.”

“You're back,” was all Chan could say, not moving an inch.

The guy chuckled at him, “Yeah, I am. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. But here I am.”

“Soonyoung…” Words seemed to have left Chan’s mind and mouth. He couldn't say a word. He didn't know what to say. Instead, memories invaded his brain, ones that happened a year ago, ones that had the man in front of him in them.

He remembered when Soonyoung kissed his forehead after his team won the dance competition. He remembered how they had matching smoothies in the same café they were in right now, except Chan only had black coffee now. He remembered how Soonyoung had to leave that day, uncertain when he would be back. He remembered he had to leave because his brother had been in a bad accident. He remembered how they had lost connection.

And now, here they were, meeting again, in the same place where they had first met.

“Maybe I should introduce myself again,” Soonyoung stood up, offering his hand for Chan to shake. “Hi, I'm Soonyoung. Nice to meet you.”

Chan, slowly, took his hand, and looked up at him. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he was smiling. “Nice to meet you too. I'm Chan.”

— • —

[timedriving]

HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED: Uh, shitty. I don’t know! When I have free time I do ask if anyone wants to boomerang, and that’s the only time I can guarantee I’ll be fast about it? It can take anywhere from a few days to over a week... and I’m seriously sorry about it, ahahaha. I don’t really go from oldest to newest in terms of threads, either, and tend to just go with whatever pings my muse the most. Most things are queued unless I know the other person is a fast replier to me/enjoys writing with me, at which point I prioritise them the most and publish.

REPLIES: I don’t care about matching length, I just care about moving the thread along. I don’t put more than a few sentences of introspection because I find an excessive amount of it boring for anything outside of super emotional moments. I’m also not a huge fan of purple prose or padding descriptions with a thousand different metaphors and adjectives. Not everything has to be poetic! And often times it’s the ones who go batshit with things like that who give you nothing to work with for your own reply, which is my ultimate pet peeve. Shoutout to the RPers who shit on other people for not matching length when the only reason their replies are so long are because they’re full of useless, endless descriptions, lmfao.

STARTERS: I always tell myself I’ll put up an open starter for Rip at some point, and then I forget about it. But one day! As for starter calls, I’m not a fan of them-- last time I did one I made a significant amount of starters and only one or two of them were replied to. I’ll probably be making a plotting call at some point, though.

INBOX: I tend to reply to inbox messages quicker than actual replies, LOL. Whoops!

SELECTIVITY: I’m not selective at all with who I play with and am open to crosscanon, OCs, and AU ideas! Same goes for shipping, as well as the general content of RPs. I really dig writing those dark themes of torture and gore and other fucked up things and what not, especially as the aggressor/one inflicting the pain! It’s not the other person’s muse that bothers me, really, it’s the content of the roleplay that I care about.

WISHLIST: Eh, I don’t have a list or anything, and most of my personal wishlist is just for shippy bullshit (e.g. TimeAtom, always, and sometimes Rip/Savage and mostly WHERE ARE YOU MALCOLM MERLYN). I also really like the idea of horror-based codependency with lies and brainwashing and cults and whatever. I’m not big on unhealthy relationships where the couple is fighting all the time, but unhealthy crap where they’re both obsessed with each other to the point of possessiveness that leads to violence towards outsiders and burning bridges and “I’ll kill anything that gets in our way” and whatever? GIMME. I love Us VS the World dynamics! Like the image of two characters fucking like animals in the middle of the world literally being on fire around them is GREAT. And on a less NSFW note, getting to play Rip as a dad would be nice, whether it’s to another human or to a cat or something. Getting to play Rip in any domestic situation (or as domestic as he can get, given the sort of person he is) would be nice...

HONEST NOTE: I don’t talk OOC much! IDK, I come from an RP culture where OOC talk is often reserved for when you’ve already threaded a considerable amount, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested? I’m just bad at starting conversations. I’m also severe crap at getting to messages on Tumblr IM, truth be told-- you’re best asking for my Disco handle or something, hahahaaaaaaa... I made Rip under the impression that no-one would care about him in 2020, so it’s nice to be proven wrong in that aspect! And for someone who made him hoping to find more canonmates to play with (which I lacked on the other site I was writing Rip on), it really is a pleasant surprise that I’ve ended up having more fun with crosscanon and OCs than anything else on here. I love! Crosscanon! And I love OCs!!! Some of the OCs here are so cute, I just wanna die when I see them... Er, finally, I’m really not confident in my Rip voice, so if ever he says anything or does anything weird that you think is OOC, I’d love to hear it. Actually, I’m a huge fan of concrit and would appreciate any input you might have on my writing at literally any time, especially since I’m an ESL guy who isn’t sure about the words he’s using about half the time. >_< And for those that I play more plotty/action-based scenes with, reassurance that the thread is going at a pace that you enjoy would be great!

tagged by:��@misfitxbeggars -- thanks!! tagging: dunno, whoever’s interested?? @nyrsbusby @followthedrums13... y’all are bomb i’m just sorry i’m the slowest shit in the world

[tartareus]

RULES

the blog:

here you will find my rules; please make sure you read them. should any doubts arise, don’t hesitate to hmu and ask about them.

I.  this is an independent multifandom multimuse roleplaying blog for various muses from many franchises. as stated pretty much everywhere in this blog, my interpretation of my muses is mine alone; although i try to keep it as close to the canon source material as i possibly can, there will be cases in which i will diverge from it &&  take a whole new turn with the characters, hence why it is mandatory that you read each file.

     I.I.  please, do not reblog my headcanons/solos/metas. as much as i love seeing how people might like them, they are not for public use.      I.II.  i simply love duplicates ! i try to consider them as friends, however i will never push an interaction with someone; that being said, if you are a duplicate of any of my characters, let me know if you are down to interact with my version of the character, the possibilities are endless and i cannot wait to interact with you.

II. the standard roleplaying etiquette applies to this blog — basically? don’t be a jerk. hate, godmodding, forced ships, ooc drama and other shit like that are highly frowned upon here. 

    II.I. i acknowledge that i may write dark/toxic topics every now and then, and i try my best to do so as respectfully as i can. please, if something ( anything ) on my blog triggers you/disgusts you/annoys you/makes you uncomfortable let me know and i will create a special tag so you can easily block it.     II.II. i have received hate for writing fictional things that are deemed as dark and i will not stand for it any longer. i am extremely shy but  i will always  prefer to talk in private rather than vague post about someone, it is only fair i receive the same courtesy.

the mun: 

you can call me nox, short for noxtromun. i used to go by another pen name that i no longer feel it suits me. although i was born ( and usually identify myself as ) female, i prefer they/them pronouns. i have been roleplaying for over 7 years and as of now i am in my early 20s and live on the countryside of brazil. that being said, if you are a fellow brazilian/portuguese speaker and want to write in portuguese with me, hmu --- i will be delighted.

III.  be aware that  usually do not interact too much oocly  — i’m a mun with social anxiety and it’s really hard for me to connect with people, no matter how much i want to, both irl and online. if, for whatever reason you might have, you want to know more about the queer behind this blog, please check my author’s note page.

   III.I. also, for personal reasons that i’d rather not say, certain plots i will only roleplay with close friends of mine; people i trust and that i care for. the point is, all you need to know about me, check the mun page.

IV. i try to tag everything — really. triggering themes WILL be found here and shall be tagges as “ tw; triggering example” and nsfw will be tagged as “ nsfw ” so you can easily blacklist these tags and not see them. if you’d like me to tag smth for you, feel free to approach me via IMs or ASK.

V. unless asked otherwise, all asks will be published. if you’re messaging me for plots, i encourage you to do so via IMs.

shipping && smut: 

as most people here, i too enjoy some shipping and, occasionally, smut. if you are interested in shipping with me please, respect these rules and be honest, contrary to most people i do not mind if someone approaches me for  a ship; just keep in mind some character development will be necessary.

VI.  i am a ship hoarder— HONESTLY ! but that doesn’t mean this blog focuses only on that. chemistry is your best friend.     VI. I. most of my muses are either bi or pan  — ‘boundaries’ of gender are nothing here       VI. I.II.  however, when a charater is listed as gay/lesbian or straight, please respect that. do not push a ship on me.        VI. I.III. although most muses are of age, some are not and therefore shipping will most likely to happen in their older verses — that are in fact my default ones so yeah.   VI. II. if you want to ship our muses, please, don’t hesitate to ask. i probably want too.       VI. II.I.  feel free to send me a shippy meme — even if we haven’t written before. i love memes, do send them. 

VII. if you feel uncomfortable/troubled with fictional  incestuous /  consanguinamory / toxic and/or unhealthy ships then this might not the right blog for you.    VII. I. i acknowledge that by writing such relationships i may trigger some people, so here’s your warning. LET IT BE KNOWN that i, by NO MEANS condone such things irl  — i just am an adult that is very capable of separating fiction from reality.     VII. I.II.  as a general rule of this blog, i encourage you to unfollow/block me if whatever fictional work here offends you; basically, IF YOU DON’T LIKE A CERTAIN CONTENT, DO NOT CONSUME IT. 

VIII. it should go without saying but no, NO SMUT WILL BE ROLEPLAYED WITH MUNS / MUSES THAT ARE UNDERAGE. pls, don’t lie about your age, i’ll be mad af.   VIII. I. no, there are NO exceptions of this rule.

interactions, formatting edits && speed:

as most of you, i have a life outside this hellsite. that being said, do not expect me to be around everyday,all day, 24/7. roleplay is a hobbie, not a job or an obligation, keep this in mind.

IX. i am SUPER friendly — honestly. i’m just too shy. please, don’t ever feel anxious before approaching me ( ic or ooc ) interacting with me is easy ; i’m here to have fuN.   IX. I.  yes, if you’re an oc i’ll rp with you, i love ocs / mumus / female muses. come @ me and lemme love you ; but only if you provide enough information about your muse/s.   IX. II.   i don’t care much about formatting - all i do is lowercase, small font and icons i made - but if you do, fine! as long as i can read it, i’m cool with anything.

X. i am an extremely SLOW REPLIER; i’m sorry, but i promise i’ll be on as much as i can. i’ll never pressure you to reply and expect you to return the favour. if i ever need to drop a thread, i’ll IM you. every now and then, i like to make edits and sometimes i am not in the mood for writing.

extras:

i make my own icons, using the lovely psds of @kingsleigh and border. some of my edits are ok to reblog, others are not, i will always let you know if thats the case.

[astralrisen-archive]

i woke up and took a bit to open my laptop to watch some things and reloaded tumblr to see if i had any replies or anything like that. and i had 12 messaged. and you guessed it, they’re all bullshit hate messages. like -- why do you have that kind of time to sit and send 12 messages? honestly, what have i done to warrant that? yeah, i’m a slow replier, pretty much everyone who write with me knows that. yes, i ask to plot a lot, i love plotting. yes, i got upset when everyone who liked starter calls got a starter except for me, because why am i mutuals with people who don’t want to write with me. i am entitled to be slow, want to plot, and be upset on my own blog. so unless i’ve somehow done something to you personally i don’t understand all this shit. and to be honest, i can’t think of anything i would have done to anyone on this website. i try to stay out of drama, i even unfollow people involved in drama, and yeah i’m a picky writer but it literally says that on my blog and in my rules. i’m sorry i can’t write with everyone, sometimes writing just doesn’t work together. so if that’s your problem with me, then it doesn’t need to be shown by sending me hate. i would appreciate a more adult approach of coming to talk to me, but we all know this is tumble and no one can talk things out like adults. i’m not turning anon off again. i’ve blocked all the messages. and at this point i’m sure you’re using something to get around the blocking. but whatever.

[spctlessminds]

Why are you such a bitch lately?

          OUT OF SUNSHINE.    okay,   this has been sitting in my inbox for a few days now   &   i wasn’t sure whether or not to block your ip or answer it so everyone has an explanation as to why i’ve been   ‘   a bitch lately   ’.   for starters,   i would like to say that under no circumstance have i meant to be a bitch   (   if i’ve come across that way   )   &   it definitely isn’t intentional.   i haven’t done this to any single one of my mutuals or friends or anyone that i rp with.   

          i’ll need you to bear with me because this post got extremely long,   but i don’t even care.   for five days i’ve been going over what would make someone send a message such as this one   &   here are a few i could come up with   :

          reason number one.   when you sent this,   i was two days post-op.   i was a crabby little bitch baby around that time   &   honestly i still am now.   not that it matters to the likes of you,   but i’m getting my stents out tomorrow afternoon   &   i hope that’ll lessen my bad mood.

          reason number two.   it feels like no one reads my rules anymore   –   whether it be on my rules page or in my starter calls.   it’s a quick,   easy,   &   respectful thing to do,   don’t you think?   it doesn’t take that long   &   it sure as hell makes me feel a lot better because i can certainly tell when someone hasn’t read them.   it’s extremely frustrating because i prefer to write with someone who has a little respect for me because i carefully read everyone’s rules the first time i interact with them,   whether it be in character or out of character.   it doesn’t matter how many times i’ve interacted with someone or known them,   i still go back every so often   &   read their rules when i’m in the middle of a reply because i want to make sure that i’m not writing anything / doing anything that would upset them.   i don’t know why suddenly everyone seems to skip the part of my description that literally states   ‘   please read rules before interacting   ’   because that’s been there since i started this blog two years ago.   for the record,   i am updating my rules soon   &   i hope you all take the time to at least skim through them.   (   if you’re wondering what the updated version will be,   i redid lydia’s rules last night   &   they’ll be relatively similar   )

          (   examples of people who don’t read my rules   :   call me insane for any of this,   but whatever,   i’m over caring.   first of all,   people seem to use some fc’s that i clearly have banned   (   jenner/kardashians,    assholes,   animated characters,   &   deceased fc’s,   among others   )   when replying to open starters.   these are usually people who randomly choose starters out of tags   &   don’t follow back,   so i guess it’s not a huge deal because they don’t pester me about it   &   that brings me to my next example   :   pestering me about replies.   i am a horrible human being who is hot mess riddled with anxiety,   stress,   &   depression that’s constantly taking over my mental state.   sometimes replies do not come easy   &   often take awhile.   sometimes i’m lightning quick,   sometimes my muse is fickle   &   selective,   sometimes i just can’t find the inspo.   i will let you know if i drop a thread,   but i need people to be patient with me.   i’m a slow replier   &   i’m sorry about it.   i wish i wasn’t   –   i wish i had the strength to crank out eighty replies in one night like i did four years ago,   but something happened in me along the way   &   i can’t do that anymore.   DRAMA IS ANOTHER ONE.   lmao drama being shitty anon’s coming into my inbox on a weekly basis as of late   &   trying to start shit with me.   I’M OVER IT.   if you have something to say to me or ask to me,   have enough courage to do it without that grey face concealing who you are.   a couple more small little things that don’t need explanation:   cutting your posts   &   reblogging memes to continue them instead of turning them into new threads.

          reason number three.   writing with me just for ships or forcing ships on me.   it’s a shitty thing to do   &   it’s just.   .   .   shitty,   i don’t know?   i love canon ships   &   that’s okay to do,   but don’t expect me to ship everything.   in fact,   i recently made a list to make sure that everyone knows my otp’s   &   notp’s   –   who i will   &   will not ship with.   that doesn’t go for characters that haven’t interacted or new relationships between characters.   again,   i don’t appreciate is the fact that some people just use me for ships.   but yet again,   i have stated many times i am a ship whore to the extreme,   but if we don’t have chemistry,   i don’t see it happening.

          reason number four.   this one deals with starters.   first of all,   people who do not specify for a muse when i post a starter call is extraordinarily frustrating.   not only because i have over sixty muses,   but because i blatantly say   ‘   if you don’t specify,   you will not get a starter   ’   &   yet,   somehow,   people feel free to just like it   &   never come into my ask or im or just simply comment for a muse?   it makes my end of things stressful for the fact that i have to go over your muses   (   or muse,   especially if you have oc’s   )   &   figure out which character(s) of mine would be best suited.   it’s just something i don’t do anymore   &   i don’t have to apologize for it.   

          another thing that i made a post about the other night was that no one seems to reply to starters that i’ve created for them.   i’d say 85% of the time,   starters that i write go without replies   &   it kind of wears you down after awhile.   i’ve never had confidence when it comes to my writing skills   &   it honestly just kills me when they go days or weeks without replies,   especially if i’ve written several of them for you.   it makes me believe that i am truly a shitty writer   &   makes me want to give up on this entire site.   does that seem dramatic?   probably.   plain   &   simple   :   IT SUCKS.   i’m not about to go around   amp;   message everyone i’ve created a starter for because chances are they’ve seen it   &   ignored it   &   i don’t want to force anyone into writing something they don’t want to.   i’m not that kind of person.   so instead,   i wallow in my own self pity   &   feel like a piece of shit instead.

          reason number five.   i’ve gotten a few comments about how selective i’ve gotten lately   &   that i’m choosing favorites.   truth of the matter is,   because i’ve been frustrated with all of the above,   i have become selective.   i have a choice of who i do   &   do not want to write with   &   it is not my obligation to write with you just because you guilt me into it.   it doesn’t work that way.   if i want to write with you,   you will know.   if i don’t,   you’ll probably know then too.   as for choosing favorites,   i don’t mean to,   but hell yeah i do that sometimes.   everyone does.   we all have partners that we love dearly   &   would go through the ringer for.   sometimes those people get replies way before others   &   that’s because we often talk ooc   &   get to know each other   &   bond over our characters.   this blog   &   lydia’s are my safe place   &   i love getting to know my followers.   i am one shy bean,   but once you deal with my initial awkwardness,   i will become your best friend in a millisecond.   i feel like since i made my follow forever   &   chose a few people to get a special message at the top,   people have been ignoring me.   i’m sorry if you didn’t get a small blurb about how much i adore you because i do.   that doesn’t mean i love anyone more or less because i don’t.   i love   &   adore everyone i write with   &   talk to ooc.   i’m sorry that i chose some people over others.   maybe it was a shitty idea   &   i honestly feel terrible for it now that i’m thinking about it.   i am sorry.   i should’ve added more because a lot of you i consider friends   &   i didn’t mean to upset anyone.

          last,   but not least,   reason number six.   i’ve been getting a lot of shitty anon’s lately   (   my friends have gotten quite a few as well   )   &   that alone gives me the right to be a bitch.   in the past month,   i’ve been told   :   i’m a terrible partner.   i’m a bad writer.   i should delete my blog.   i need to be nicer.   i need to get my shit together.   i’m too selective.   i should’ve choose favorites   &   i’m a terrible person for doing so or whatever your fucking complaint is.   my friends have been told relatively the same things   &   that drives me insane.   (   small note   :   this has also come with a lot of love   &   support from my followers   &   mutuals   &   that makes up for it.   i don’t go actively seeking validation by any means,   but you have no idea how good it feels to know that more people are supportive than negative   )   you don’t talk shit about my friends   &   expect me to not get heated.   i’m been a bitch lately.   &   a few others that i don’t quite recall at the moment.   these alone give me the reason to get frustrated   &   angry.   if we’re being honest,   i like to think that i’m a nice person.   i’ve been told that   &   i feel as if my heart’s always in the right place.   i don’t go around hurting people intentionally by any means.   that’s not who i am.   but i guess it is when i’m defending myself or others,   i do turn into bitter lemon.   it’s not nice to hear terrible things from a coward behind a grey icon.   should i let it bother me?   absolutely not.   does it?   sometimes,   even though i try not to overthink it.   i don’t know how some people   (   i.e.   anon’s   )   expect me not to get upset over these things.   don’t expect me to sit back   &   take it just because you feel the need to be cruel.   this place has been full of negativity   &   hate lately when there’s no reason for it.   if anyone should get their shit together,   it’s the people who feel the need to send anonymous messages.

          this has probably been the longest response i’ve ever given in terms of anon hate,   but i’m not complaining about it.   these are reasons why i’ve been distancing myself from this blog in the past couple weeks   &   why i’ll continue to do so if nothing changes around here.   if you needed reasons as to why i’ve been a bitch lately, �� i hope this clears things up for you because i literally made it as simple as possible.  

[ofbrasilis]

RULES

here you will find my rules:

01.  this is an independent multimuse roleplaying blog for various brazilian muses from many sourcers. as stated pretty much everywhere in this blog, my interpretation of my muses is mine alone and i honestly try to stay the closest possible to the canon —  but obviously drawing aspects from the fandom itself, references found around the net plus my personal headcanons and other inspirations.

02. the standard roleplaying etiquette applies in this blog — basically? don’t be a jerk. hate, godmodding, forced ships, ooc drama and other shit like that is highly frowned upon here. although i am extremely shy, i prefer to talk in private other than vague posting.

03.  i usually don’t interact too much oocly  — i personally dont like it and i’m a mun with social anxiety and it’s really hard for me to connect with people, no matter how much i want to. also, for personal reasons that i’d rather not say. the point is, all you need to know about me, checkthe mun page.

04. i try to tag everything — really. triggering themes WILL be found here and shall be tagges as “ tw: triggering stuff ” and nsfw will be tagged as “ nsfw ” so you can easily blacklist these tags and not see them. if you’d like me to tag smth for you, feel free to approach me via IMs or ASK.

05. unless asked otherwise, all asks will be published. if you’re messaging me for plots, i encourage you to do so via IMs.

06.  i am a shipping hoarder — HONESTLY ! but that doesn’t mean this blog focuses only on that. chemistry is your bestfriend.  

    06 a. most of my muses are into men and  women  — but also reaaaally into pasta. what i’m saying is that most of them are pansexuals. boundaries of gender are nothing here.     06 b. although most muses are of age, some arent and therefore shipping will most likely to happen in their older verses — that are in fact my default ones so yeah.    06 c. if you want to ship our muses, please, don’t hesitate to ask. i probably want too.     06 d. feel free to send me a shippy meme — even if we haven’t written before. i love memes, do send them.     06 c. if you feel uncomfortable with incestuous / toxic  ships then this might not the right blog for you. i acknowledge that by writing such relationships i may trigger some people, so here’s your warning. LET IT BE KNOWN that i, by NO MEANS condone such things  — i just am capable of separating fiction from reality.

07. it should go without saying but no, NO SMUT WILL BE ROLEPLAYED WITH MUNS / MUSES THAT ARE UNDERAGE. pls, don’t lie about your age, i’ll be mad af.

      07 a. no, there are NO exceptions of this rule.

08. i am SUPER friendly — honestly. i’m just too shy. please, don’t ever feel anxious before approaching me ( ic or ooc ) ; i’m here to have fun.

   08 a. yes, if you’re an oc i’ll rp with you, i love ocs / mumus / female muses. come @ me and lemme love you ; but only if you provide enough information about your muse/s

09. i don’t care much about formatting - all i do is lowercase, small font and icons i made - but if you do, fine! as long as i can read it, i’m cool with anything.

10. i am a SLOW REPLIER; i’m sorry, but i promise i’ll be on as much as i can. i’ll never pressure you to reply and expect you to return the favour. if i ever need to drop a thread, i’ll IM you. my main blog is my mumu @tartareus i’ll be there most of the time !!!

[tartareus]

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  here you will find my rules:

01.  this is an independent multimuse roleplaying blog for various muses from many franchises. as stated pretty much everywhere in this blog, my interpretation of my muses is mine alone and i honestly try to stay the closest possible to the canon —  but obviously drawing aspects from the fandom itself, references found around the net plus my personal headcanons and other inspirations.

02.  the standard roleplaying etiquette applies in this blog — basically? don’t be a jerk. hate, godmodding, forced ships, ooc drama and other shit like that is highly frowned upon here. although i am extremely shy, i prefer to talk in private other than vague posting.

03.  i usually don't interact too much oocly  — i'm a mun with social anxiety and it's really hard for me to connect with people, no matter how much i want to. also, for personal reasons that i'd rather not say. the point is, all you need to know about me, check the mun page.

04.  i try to tag everything — really. triggering themes WILL be found here and shall be tagges as “ tw: triggering stuff ” and nsfw will be tagged as “ nsfw ” so you can easily blacklist these tags and not see them. if you’d like me to tag smth for you, feel free to approach me via IMs or ASK.

05.  unless asked otherwise, all asks will be published. if you’re messaging me for plots, i encourage you to do so via IMs.

06.  i am a shipping whore — HONESTLY ! but that doesn’t mean this blog focuses only on that. chemistry is your bestfriend.  

     06 a. most of my muses are into men and  women  — but also reaaaally into pasta. what i’m saying is that most of them are pansexuals. boundaries of gender/species are nothing here.      06 b. although most muses are of age, some arent and therefore shipping will most likely to happen in their older verses — that are in fact my default ones so yeah.      06 c. if you want to ship our muses, please, don’t hesitate to ask. i probably want too.      06 d. feel free to send me a shippy meme — even if we haven’t written before. i love memes, do send them.      06 c. if you feel uncomfortable with incestuous / toxic  ships then this might not the right blog for you. i acknowledge that by writing such relationships i may trigger some people, so here's your warning. LET IT BE KNOWN that i, by NO MEANS condone such things  — i just am capable of separating fiction from reality.

07. it should go without saying but no, NO SMUT WILL BE ROLEPLAYED WITH MUNS / MUSES THAT ARE UNDERAGE. pls, don’t lie about your age, i’ll be mad af.

       07 a. no, there are NO exceptions of this rule.

08. i am SUPER friendly — honestly. i’m just too shy. please, don’t ever feel anxious before approaching me ( ic or ooc ) ; i’m here to have fun.

    08 a. yes, if you’re an oc i’ll rp with you, i love ocs / mumus / female muses. come @ me and lemme love you ; but only if you provide enough information about your muse/s

09. i don’t care much about formatting - all i do is lowercase, small font and icons i made - but if you do, fine! as long as i can read it, i’m cool with anything.

10. i am a SLOW REPLIER; i’m sorry, but i promise i’ll be on as much as i can. i’ll never pressure you to reply and expect you to return the favour. if i ever need to drop a thread, i’ll IM you. my main muse is my game of thrones / asoiaf oc, reyna hill. in the future, i might move her here, but that won't happen any time soon.