#atlantis twenty

[stargatefests]

Stargate Microfic Challenge

Since we're celebrating the Stargate Anniverary fest for both SGA (20 years) and Stargate: The Movie (30 year), thought we'd throw another opportunity to join in the fun.

What is a 'microfic' -- as used on Tumblr, a microfic is 50 words. Half a drabble. Now, we're not going to be the microfic police. If you want to write more or less than 50 words for any of these prompts, you're more than welcome to do so. But a goal of 50-ish words is a challenge. Or, heck, do art... icons, drawbles... whatever you think fits is good enough for us.

The list below are 35 prompts originally from the McSheplets list on Live Journal. Use them in any order, or go back to the original McSheplets list (here) and find some prompts you do want to write.

MCSHEP NOT REQUIRED, we're just stealing the prompts. Write any pairing, no pairing. Write SG-1, SGU... any forms of Stargate works are welcome!

No promises, but if you @stargatefests on Tumblr, we'll try to reblog your work. And/or we'd love to have your work on the AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Stargate_Anniversary_Fest_2024

The overall fest deadline is October 31, 2024. So that also applies here. Do what you can, when you can! We all win when you share something with us.

List of prompts below:

challenge: 040 - season 1

challenge: 041 - secret

challenge: 042 - pretending

challenge: 043 - crossover

challenge: 044 - at first sight

challenge: 045 - sacrifice

challenge: 046 - anticipation

challenge: 047 - home improvement

challenge: 048 - hope springs eternal

challenge: 049 - wet

challenge: 050 - return

challenge: 051 - handy

challenge: 052 - destiny

challenge: 053 - attention

challenge: 054 - mixed signals

challenge: 055 - movie

challenge: 056 - post-series

challenge: 057 - just in time

challenge: 058 - hindsight

challenge: 059 - tease

challenge: 060 - accident

challenge: 061 - the other side 3 (amnesty or wild card)

challenge: 062 - borrowed

challenge: 063 - fall

challenge: 064 - epiphany

challenge: 065 - dadt

challenge: 066 - honor and obey

challenge: 067 - matchmaking

challenge: 068 - play

challenge: 069 - awkward

challenge: 070 - high

challenge: 071 - history

challenge: 072 - animalistic

challenge: 073 - coming out

challenge: 074 - forgotten

challenge: 075 - pride

[roleplayfinder]

Hello, just call me Jinx ✨

Im 25+ and search for 21+ for my RP Partners.

I like Fandomless RP as well as limited Fandoms

OC's and CC's, normally I create exclusice OC's for each RP

Pairings: FxM preferred, FxF, I'd prefer to write the F Part as my OC, as CC I'm okay with both

My Style is literate, Multi Para, sometimes longer

I am looking for long term writing partners with good OOC communication skills for plotting etc. connection to the my writing Partner is important to me.

Discord is available for everything (Plotting, OOC talk, and of course RP), for RP I’d like to use Tupperbox, but its not nessesary but if you need help with it, just ask :)

I like anything to lover, especially enemy to lover, Mafia Storyline (only if I’m the f), CEO Story's, Legal Age Gap,... NSFW/Smut included.

I'll reply as soon as i can OR as soon as i feel like it. Can be 1-8 Hours after your answer or maybe some Days, don't get mad if i answer right away. If i habe the Muse and creativity to answer I will. But i can delay the publishing (on tumblr) if you like. We will find a solution together.

Fandoms: Stargate SG1, Stargate Atlantis, Ready Player One, Arcane, Marvel,...

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[spacewhalesdaily]

i put a submarine from a movie in space:

Very cool! We love it when the ocean and the vast void of space give each other a smooch

But like the idea of a submarine like ships is very cool. Really puts emphasis on how there's only metal between you and space. Causes rockets and scifi ships can look way too cool. Put a good ol' submarine up there and you're reminded of spaces violent beauty. The pressure of dark matter all around you like the deep sea, the difference is that there's no way up in space.

(Also excellent movie, Atlantis the lost empire my beloved)

[keeps-ache]

[walking around, peering into people's faces like i'm in an art exhibit] hm. nice

[funky-little-vulcan]

Woke up at 3:30am, can’t go back to sleep. I know I need exercise but all I want to do is just stay in bed every day. Why is life so rough on my psyche?

My queerness isn’t just a logical label for my patterns of attraction anymore. It’s visceral and dynamic. It’s an unbelievable drive. It’s something I know in my body and it’s there.

It feels like the lost city of Atlantis rising from the sea. This gigantic complex of castles and fortresses that I technically knew existed but had no idea what it was actually like in real life. And no idea how huge and massive it actually is.

This part of me is so strong. It’s so strong that it feels like it’s bullying me. It’s been an exile so long that now that it’s breathing the free air, it strong-arms the rest of my parts to make up for all the times it was strong-armed.

It’s also never met my boyfriend before. Not the sapphic part. Not the beautiful strong castles of sapphic desire that rise out of the ocean.

Now the task is to talk to that part. Talk to the sapphic part and find out what it needs. There are no bad parts. If it’s bullying me, that means it thinks it needs to in order to survive.

[sheshallfromtimetotime]

https://poets.org/poem/atlantis-lost-sonnet

[ormymarius]

Hi! I have a question : what is the age difference between Arhur and Orm ?

in the aquaman movies they have around a three year age difference so Arthur is 36 while Orm is 33 right now (dceu wiki says Arthur was born in 1986 and Orm was born in 1989)

I’m using their ages from 2022 bc the first movie took place in 2018 and the second movie takes place 4 years after that so

in the comics I honestly don’t know anymore but it’s more than 3 years pretty sure.

[boatmediatourney]

If Atlantis wins the submarine tournament, I am rage-quitting the internet.

i fear you may have to start preparing yourself for the worst

[xecat]

i wish the ingame acnh pattern viewer had the dream addresses of users if they have one cos i really really wanna see how they use their codes in the context of their own island yknow ???? and idk exactly how dream search by island name works but it feels like if a pattern is not uploaded by the main player character then its impossible to find if they have a dream or not . yknow

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

[tenth-sentence]

I thought that a mountainous region would soon succeed the long plains, and in fact, during certain evolutions of the Nautilus, I perceived the southern horizon bounded by a high wall that seemed to close all issue.

"20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" - Jules Verne

[barnacles34]

Bells and Whistles (Professional Hazard pt.2)

Karina x Male Reader

18+

It's three days after that beautiful night. Still in Rome.

The voicemail plays in the quiet of her bedroom. First: silence. Then a sharp intake of breath that makes your pulse jump. 

Your thumb hovers over the phone as her voice breaks into those familiar wet sounds that have been haunting you all afternoon.

'If you play that one more time—'

'Shh. This is art.'

She's burrowed in her fortress of quilts, only eyes visible over the edge. A paperback lies abandoned by her hip.

'Delete it.' But her voice has gone soft around the edges.

'Not a chance.' You take your time with your shoes. Let her watch the deliberate movements. 'This is better than your debut song—and you know how much I love that song.’'

'You're awful.' The quilt slips as she shifts. 'I was desperate.'

'Were you?' You tap the phone, find that specific moment where her voice catches. 'Tell me about desperate.'

Her sock-covered foot sneaks out, hooks behind your knee. Tugs. 'Twenty minutes for milk. Who takes twenty minutes for milk?'

'Someone wearing very expensive, very tight jeans.'

'Someone being cruel.'

You catch her ankle mid-retreat. The quilt falls away, reveals cotton shorts still damp from earlier. Your thumb finds the arch of her foot, presses. She makes that sound again—the one from the voicemail.

'Cruel?' Your fingers trace higher. 'I'm not the one sending pornographic voicemails in the middle of the day.'

'I didn't—' She breaks off as your hand slides up her calf.

'No?' You hit play again. Her recorded gasp fills the room. 'What would you call this then?'

She bites her knuckle. You replace it with your thumb, let her teeth graze the pad.

'That noise you made,' you murmur. 'Right at the end. Makes me feel invincible.'

'Yeah?' Her tongue darts out, tastes salt.

'Like I could do anything. Find Atlantis. Solve world peace.' You brush her temple with your lips. 'Handle two of you.'

She snorts, shoves at your chest. 'You can barely handle one.'

'Want to test that theory?'

The laughter dies in her throat as your palm finds her inner thigh. Heat blooms under cotton.

'Stay.' Her fingers twist in your shirt like anchors. 'I'll send more. A dozen. Two dozen.'

'Greedy girl.'

Her eyes crinkle at the corners. 'Your fault.'

When you kiss her, she melts like she's been waiting all day.

Her tongue maps the ridges of your teeth, memorizing territory she already knows by heart.

‘Cheater,’ she gasps when you pinch the clasp of her bra.

‘Architect.’

Her shorts fall. The quilt tangles around her hips. She arches when your mouth finds her neck. Whimpers when your teeth follow.

‘Still deleting it.’ She breathes.

‘Try.’

You hit playback again. Her moan swells—raw, unfiltered—as your fingers slide into her.

‘Fuck.’ Her head thrashes. ‘That’s—’

‘—Proof.’ You curl your fingers. ‘You’re my religion.’

She chokes on a laugh. A sob. Her hips stutter. You drink the sounds from her lips. Let her nails carve half-moons into your shoulders.

Later, when she’s boneless and blinking up at you, she traces your collarbone.

‘Twelve voicemails,’ she yawns.

‘Thirteen.’

‘Why thirteen?’

You press her palm to your chest. Let her feel the gallop. ‘One for every time I died at this very second.’

She stills.

Her teeth flash. Dangerous. Devoted. ‘Gladly.’

Your fingers move lazy. Slow. Dragging out every twitch, every choked gasp. She arches into your hand, sweat gluing her bangs to her temples.

‘Still… deleting it.’ She pants, hips circling.

‘Try harder.’ You crook your fingers. Watch her back bow.

Her moan syncs with the recording still playing softly nearby—a stereo echo of need. You drink the sound. Memorize the way her throat flutters.

It’s pulsing, it’s so wet and hot. Sucking in your fingers like quicksand.

‘You’re mean.’ She whines.

‘Mean?’ Your thumb swipes. ‘You begged for this. Remember?’

The voicemail crackles: “—can’t sleep, can’t think, just… please—”

You smirk. Kiss her inner thigh. Salt and jasmine. Her hips jerk.

‘No—wait—’ Her hand fists your hair. Doesn’t push. Doesn’t pull. Trembles.

You nuzzle the damp cotton. ‘Scared?’

‘Never.’

Her shorts peel away. You linger—inhale her, lips hovering. She whimpers.

You chuckle. ‘Even your pussy smells like jasmine.’

‘Please.’

The first lick is a tease. A glancing blow. She curses. The second? A vow.

You map her with your tongue—slow, reverent. Learn the rhythm that makes her thighs clamp your ears. The angle that steals her words. She’s wildfire in your mouth.

‘There—oh god, there—’

You double down. Fingers curl inside her. Thumb presses just so.

Her scream is raw. Beautiful. The quilt soaks. You don’t let up—suck gently as she shakes, drag your tongue through every pulse until she’s clawing the sheets.

Her juices quicken, a pungent musk of sex that’s just pure fucking sin—and you’re sucking it up like a thirsty dog.

Your tongue drags a slow circle around her clit—not touching it. Just tracing the swollen bud through her folds. She whines, thighs tensing.

‘Tease.’

‘Worshipper.’ you correct.

Her hips lift. You press her back down with a palm to her stomach. Feel the muscles flutter, feel the soft cream-like softness of her beautiful midriff.

First contact: a glancing lick. Just the tip of your tongue skating over her clit. She gasps. You catalog the sound—high, sharp, yours.

‘Again.’ She breathes.

You oblige. Slower this time. Let your tongue flatten, drag wet heat across her, bury your nose into her pelvis. Her fingers knot in the sheets.

‘Good?’

‘More.’

You hum. Vibration ripples through her. She jerks.

‘Easy,’ you murmur against her. ‘Let me learn you.’

Your thumbs part her folds. Expose her fully—glistening, flushed, pulse visible in the throb of her clit. You blow gently. Watch her clench, flesh constricting.

‘Cruel—’ A high moan escapes her.

‘Thorough.’

The first proper lick steals her voice. You start slow. Broad strokes from entrance to clit, savoring her tang. Her thighs quiver.

‘There,’ she hisses when your tongue flicks her clit. ‘God, there—’

You zero in. Flick. Flick. Steady rhythm. Her breath hitches.

‘Don’t stop—don’t—’

You switch tactics—suck gently. Her back arches.

‘Yes—like—ah—’

Her clit hardens under your tongue. You trace circles around it, avoiding direct contact. She sobs.

‘Please—’

You reward her: firm pressure, rapid flicks. Her hips stutter. You pin her down, red blooming around the hold you have over her stomach—relentless.

‘Close—I’m close—’

You slide two fingers inside. Curl. Her walls clamp.

‘Fuck—fuck—’

Her clit pulses under your tongue. You suck harder.

She shatters.

A broken scream. Hips grinding against your face. You ride her through it—tongue gentling, fingers stilling.

‘Too much—’

You kiss her inner thigh. Two more kisses along the outer lips. Taste salt. ‘Beautiful.’

She trembles. ‘Again.’

Her thighs tremble as she nudges you onto your back. The mattress dips under her weight. You reach to touch her face—always reaching—but she catches your wrist. Presses it to the pillow. 

Her grip isn’t firm. A request, not a demand.

‘Let me,’ she murmurs.

You nod.

Her lips start at your collarbone—a closed-mouth kiss that lingers. She exhales warm breath against the hollow of your throat. You swallow. She smiles against your skin.

Another kiss. Lower. The swell of your pectoral. The scar from that cat. Her tongue traces the jagged edge. You hiss.

The way her thick hair travels along your chest tickles. The soothing aroma of her shampoo almost paralyzing you.

Her teeth graze your nipple. Bite down just enough to make your hips jerk. The denim of your jeans rasps against her bare thighs.

‘Off,’ she says.

‘What’s the magic word?’

Her eyes flick up. Dark. Glossy with submission. ‘Please.’

You sit up to shuck your jeans. She pushes you back down. ‘Let me.’

Her fingers fumble with your belt. The leather slips. She growls—a sound you’ve only heard when she lost at Mario Kart the day before. You bite your cheek. Laughter threatens release.

‘Shut up.’

‘Didn’t say anything.’

The belt clatters to the floor. Your boxers follow. Cool air hits your cock. Her breath follows—warm, uneven.

‘Look at me,’ you say.

She does. Pupils blown. Lips parted. A string of saliva connects her tongue to her lower lip.

‘Beautiful,’ you murmur.

She flushes. Looks away.

Your thumb hooks her chin. ‘Eyes here, sweetheart.’

A whimper escapes her. She obeys.

The first lick is tentative. A kitten testing cream. Her tongue swipes the underside of your cock. Your abs clench in response.

‘Jimin—’

‘Shh.’

Her lips wrap the head. Suck gently. Your groan claws its way out. She moans in response—vibration traveling straight to your spine.

Fuck.

Her hand wraps your shaft. Strokes in time with her mouth. Too dry. Too rough. Perfection.

‘Condom?’ she mumbles around you, the slightest gap allowed for conversation.

‘Later.’

She hums. The sound liquefies your bones.

And she continues. Swollen lips wrapped around your length, tongue slightly pushing on the underside.

Her free hand drifts between her legs. You catch it.

‘Focus.’

‘Meanie.’

You guide her head back down. ‘Earn it.’

She takes you deeper. Smoldering eye contact as she inches closer to the hilt, whereupon her nose almost makes contact with your pelvic bone. Gags. Pulls off. Coughs.

Strings of thick spit follow her mouth as she wipes.

‘Okay?’

‘Perfect.’

She tries again. Slower. Breathing through her nose. Her throat opens. Takes you to the root this time. Tears spill.

You bite down on your lip.

Her nails dig into your thighs. Sting. Ground. 

She finds a rhythm—suck, release, swirl. Strings of spit travel down your length. Where her thumb massages your balls with the spit. Your vision blurs.

Amidst it all, she’s staring into you—daring you to force her down on your cock. Begging, even.

‘Close,’ you warn.

She pulls off. Strokes you fast. ‘Come.’

You arch. ‘Where?’

Her tongue darts out. Catches the first pearl of cum. ‘Everywhere.’

The orgasm rips through you. Strips you raw. You spill across her lips, her chin, the swell of her breasts. She licks her lips. Grins.

‘Good?’

‘Amazing.’

She crawls up your body. Fully swallowing the load, then pressing a light kiss on your cheek.

Her mouth lingers on your cheekbone—wet, warm. The kiss sticks when she pulls back. Milky streaks still glisten between her breasts. You thumb one. She shivers.

‘Messy,’ you murmur.

‘Yours.’

Her nipples graze your chest as she straddles you. Heat blooms where skin meets skin. You palm her ribs. Feel the rabbit-quick thrum beneath.

Her hips lift. Your cock nudges her entrance. Slick. Swollen. You hold still. Make her work for it.

‘Please.’ She breathes, sinking down.

Heat swallows you. Tight. Quivering. You bite your tongue. Blood blooms.

She moves like water—slow swirls, thighs trembling. Her breasts sway. You catch one. Lick the salt from its curve.

‘Look at me.’

She doesn’t. Eyes screwed shut. Hair plastered to her neck. Hot and heavy with arousal.

You pinch her nipple. Gentle. Cruel. ‘Look.’

She whimpers. Lashes lift. Pupils black as oil spills.

‘Good girl.’

She whimpers. Clenches. Your fingers dig into her hips.

‘Faster.’

‘Make me.’

You buck up. She gasps. Nails score your chest.

‘Cheat—’

Her rhythm fractures. Hips stuttering. You let her chase it—the sweet friction, the burn. Her moans pitch higher.

‘Close—I’m close—,’ she whimpers.

You still her hips. ‘Wait.’

She sobs. ‘Please—’

‘Say it.’

Your thumb finds her clit. Circles.

She breaks. ‘Yours. Always yours.’

You release her. Let her slam down. Take what she needs.

Her orgasm rips through both of you—convulsions, bitten-off cries. Her rhythmic roll of hips turns frenzied. You let her ride it. Milk every pulse. 

After all, you’re obsessed—crazy about her.

When she collapses, you roll her over. Press into the sweat-slick hollow of her back.

‘Again.’

She shakes her head. Weak.

You bite her shoulder. ‘Again.’

Her body opens. Always opens. You grip your cock along her swollen slit, the sticky wetness almost  drives you mad. Regardless, you fuck her slow this time. 

Deep. Dragging each thrust. Feeling how her pussy drags on your cock, slick wet sounds singing into your ears.

‘Feel it?’

She nods. Pillow muffling her whines.

Your hand slides under. Cups her breast. Squeezes.

You curl over her. Chest to heaving back. Lips to her ear.

​​Her lips linger at your ear—sticky with confession. You taste salt when she pulls away. The room smells of sex and the spilt vanilla candle she lit hours ago, wax pooling like liquid amber.

She softly guides your hand to her throat. Your thumb finds the pulse. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. A trapped bird.

"Harder," she whispers.

You tighten. Feel her swallow.

Her breasts press against your chest as she arches, nipples pebbling against your scars. The heat between her legs slicks your thigh.

"Inside.’

You flip her. Sheets snag her knees. She whines. You bite the sound from her lips.

Her hands fist the headboard. You press into her slow. Molten velvet. Her moan fractures.

‘Eyes.’

She obeys. Always obeys.

You move. Deliberate. Each thrust a psalm. Her breasts sway—heavy, flushed. You palm one. Squeeze. Milk-white skin blooms red.

‘More—’

‘Quiet.’

She bites her wrist. You replace it with your fingers.

‘Sing for me.’

Her cry splinters the air. You swallow it. Fuck her deeper.

The headboard knocks the wall. Syncopated. Her ankles lock at your waist. Pull. Beg.

‘Who?’ you demand.

‘Yours.’

‘Louder.’

‘Yours~!’

The word still ringing when you slam into her. No finesse. Piston hips. Her breasts slap your chest—heat and sweat and jasmine.

She chokes. Nails rake your back. ‘Too—’

‘Take it.’

Her legs lock. Ankles digging into your behind. You fuck her like proving a point. Jackhammer rhythm. Headboard cracks plaster.

Dust rains down as you drag her hips back, slam into her harder. No rhythm now—just ruin.

She chokes on a scream, face mashed into the quilt, ass raised like an offering.

Your grip bruises her waist, fingers denting flesh as you split her open again. Again. Again and again. 

You can feel your balls hit the wetness of her pussy, smacking wet sounds onto her slit.

‘Take it.’ You grind deeper, pelvis punishing her clit with each thrust. Her thighs quiver, slick with sweat and your earlier release. ‘Wanted me rough? Here.’

She sobs into the mattress, voice shredded. ‘T-too—’

‘You don’t get to.’ You fist her hair, yank her head back. Her spine bows, throat exposed. ‘You begged for this. Remember?’

A nod. A whimper.

You snarl, slamming home. The wet slap of skin-on-skin drowns her cries. Her nails claw the sheets, nearly ripping threads. You lean over her, teeth scoring her shoulder. 

Her scream cracks as you pin her wrists, pound into her like you’re exorcising ghosts.

The bed groans. Her breasts sway, nipples raw from your mouth. She’s so tight, clenching around your cock like she’s trying to keep you trapped inside.

‘Gonna break you,’ you rasp, thumb digging into her asshole.

She shrieks, back arching. ‘P-please—’

‘Please what?’

‘Ruin me—’

You do. Hips pistoning, sweat stinging the bite marks on her neck. You don’t stop—can’t stop—driving into her convulsions until your vision whites out.

She sobs. High. Broken. ‘There there there~!’

Your thumb finds her clit. Grind. Her scream lodges in your teeth.

‘Come.’

‘Can’t—can’t—’

You bite her shoulder. ‘Come.’

She shatters. Walls milking. Clenching. Begging without words.

You drill deeper. Tip hitting that spongy ache. Her eyes roll back.

‘Gonna fill you,’ you snarl.

‘Please please—’

One last thrust. Hilt-deep.

You rupture.

Whiteout. Earthquake hips. Flood her until your knees buckle.

She collapses into the fault line you’ve carved. Whimpers when you pull out. Spend drips down her thigh.

Her finger swipes it—all that cumulative spend coupled along her swollen cunt. Lets the slurry couple along her tongue.

‘I love how you taste.’

‘God. You’re too fucking perfect.’ You drop down onto her. Cuddling.

Moonlight spills through the curtains. She's tucked against you, all soft edges now.

'You okay?' Your fingers ghost over her shoulder.

'Mm.' A pause. 'Was it too much?'

'Never.'

'But I was...' She shifts slightly. 'I got carried away.'

'Hey.' You tilt her chin up. 'That's what I love about you.'

'What? Being a mess?'

'Being real.'

She burrows closer. 'Still. Sorry if I—'

'Don't you dare apologize.'

'But—'

'Want some water?'

'If you move, I'll write a very detailed exposé about you.'

'About what? My green tea addiction?'

'Chapter One: The Man Who Chose Hydration Over Cuddles.'

'Riveting.'

'Mm. I'll even include citations.'

Your fingers trace idle patterns on her arm. 'What's Chapter Two?'

'Our future kids being haunted by your tea collection.'

'Kids, huh?'

'Tiny humans who'll only drink iced americanos.'

'In winter? That's grounds for custody battle.'

She pinches your side. 'They'll be perfect.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah. Little artists with their mom's smile and their dad's terrible sense of humor.'

'My humor is exquisite.'

'You'll teach them to be insufferable.'

'And you'll teach them to be beautiful.'

She props herself up. Hair mussed, eyes soft. 'Where should we live?'

'Somewhere quiet. With big windows.'

'And a garden?'

'For your flowers and my tea herbs.'

'Domestic.' She wrinkles her nose. 'I like it.'

You pull her closer. 'We'll need a library.'

'For bedtime stories?'

'And quiet mornings.'

'With a reading nook?'

'Big enough for three.'

'Four,' she corrects. 'Maybe five.'

'Ambitious.'

She kisses your jaw. 'Thought you could handle anything.'

'Try me.'

'Five kids. All girls. All with my stubbornness.'

'Terrifying.'

'But worth it.'

You thread fingers through her hair. 'Worth everything.'

'Even giving up your tea collection?'

'Now you're pushing it.'

She laughs, soft and real. 'I'll let you keep the fancy cups.'

'Generous.'

'I know.' She yawns. 'I'm a catch.'

'The biggest.'

Her fingers trail your chest. 'Hey.'

'Mm?'

'Think our kids will be tall?'

'With your genes? Doubtful.'

She bites your shoulder. 'I'm average height.'

'For a garden gnome.'

'For a normal person.’ She groans.

‘—Who has been crushed ever so slightly by a hydraulic press.’

‘Ugh.’ She falls back into the bed.

‘We need a shower.’

She huffs. ‘No, I need a shower.’

‘Hm?’

‘I know what you’re gonna do: act like it’s a shower then nail me for the next half-hour in there.’

‘Oh?’

‘Don’t oh me. My legs are still sore from the cumulative effects of the past 3 days’

'Fine.' You pull her closer. 'Five more minutes.'

'Five turns into fifty with you.'

'Can you blame me?'

She traces patterns on your chest. 'I have to be at the airport by six.'

'Skip it.'

'Right. I'll just tell my company I found something better to do.'

'Like?'

'Like getting ravished by a journalist with no self-control.'

'Sounds reasonable to me.'

Her laugh is soft. Sad. 'I can’t let go of this.'

'This?'

'You.' She props herself up. 'Your stupid jokes. Your hands. The way you look at me like I'm...'

Your fingers find her hair. 'How long?'

'A week. Maybe two.'

'I'll die.'

'Drama queen.'

'No, actually die. Waste away. They'll write articles: Local Writer Perishes From Karina Deficiency.'

She smacks your chest. 'Stop.'

'My last words will be "if only she'd stayed one more day."'

'I hate you.'

'You love me.'

'Yeah.' She kisses your jaw. 'That's the problem.'

She sits up suddenly. 'Wait. What if—'

'What if?'

'My apartment in Seoul has a separate entrance. Service elevator.' The words tumble out. 'Nobody uses it except staff. And I have this office, connected to my room—'

'Jimin.'

'—could set up a desk there. Get you one of those fancy writing chairs. And there's this cafe nearby, really private, the owner's super discrete—'

You prop yourself up. Watch her plan your smuggling with bright eyes.

'The security team changes rotation at 2AM.' She's drawing invisible blueprints on your chest. 'That's when we could—'

'Breathe, baby.'

'I'm serious.' Her fingers curl against your skin. 'I've thought about this. A lot. Like, embarrassingly a lot.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' She ducks her head. 'Have the whole thing mapped out in my head. When to sneak you in. Which staff to trust. Where to hide your toothbrush.'

'My toothbrush gets its own strategic planning?'

'Everything gets strategic planning.' She looks up. 'I'd make it work. I'd make it perfect.'

'Jimin.'

'I know it's crazy.' Her voice cracks. 'But I can't—the thought of not—'

You pull her down. Kiss her forehead, her temple, the corner of her mouth. 'Tell me more about this secret entrance.'

She breathes against your neck. 'Really?'

'Really. Though I should warn you—'

'What?'

'My toothbrush is high-maintenance. Needs its own security detail.'

She laughs, wet and relieved. 'I'm being pathetic.'

'You're being perfect.' Your thumb catches a tear. 'And I'm taking notes.'

'Yeah?'

'Mm yeah. Finally found my title: "How to Smuggle a Writer: A Professional Hazard."'

Jimin nuzzles into you further. Purring at this moment of peace.

2 Weeks Later

Dawn creeps through her expensive curtains. She's wrapped around you like a koala, skin on skin, taking up more space than her tiny frame should allow.

You try to slip away. Her arms tighten.

'No,' she mumbles against your chest.

'Tea.'

'Lies.'

'Green tea.'

'Worse lies.'

But she lets you go, rolling into the warm spot you leave behind. You pause at the door—she's barely covered by the sheet, hair a mess across your pillow. Perfect.

The kitchen gleams in morning light. That copper kettle she insisted on buying catches the sun—"Because proper tea needs proper tools," she'd declared, like your entire existence before her was barbaric.

She pads in almost-naked just as the water's heating, with your discarded shirt from yesterday.

'Cold?'

'Miss you already.'

'I'm right here.'

'Too far.' She hooks her chin over your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist. 'What blend?'

'The one you say you hate.'

'Mm. The grassy one?'

'Getting better at this.'

She hums against your skin. Already reaching for her cup—the blue ceramic one that somehow migrated from the hotel to her apartment.

First sip. Her eyes close.

'Well?'

'It’s okay.' She takes another sip. 'Bland. I guess.'

She grins wide as you turn around. Getting closer to you, inhaling the smell of your fresh t-shirt. 

'Noted.' You kiss her temple. 'Want the rest of mine too?'

'Yes.' A sleepy smile. 'But only because I love you.'

'Of course.' Your greatest triumph: her, here, stealing your tea and your heart. 'Only because of that.'

'Want breakfast?' She's already moving to the fridge.

'You're cooking?'

'Don't sound so scared.' She pulls out eggs, something that looks suspiciously gourmet. 'I've been practicing. Besides, I’m tired of eating the coal you call food, and the bacteria colony I call food.'

'Since when?'

'Since I decided to be domestic.' She hip-checks you away from the counter. 'Go sit. Let me work.'

You watch her move around the kitchen. Something's different. A nervousness in her hands, a flutter in her movements.

'Stop staring.'

She’s revelling in it, how she gets you dumb-struck every time you get a glance of her.

Too cute.

'Can't help it.'

She sets a plate in front of you. Simple breakfast. Eggs. Toast. But arranged with careful precision. Something white peeking out from under the toast.

'Fancy.' You reach for your fork.

'Wait.' Her fingers twist in your shirt. 'Look under.'

'Under the toast?'

She nods. Not breathing.

You lift the bread. There's a small note. Written as small as her hands would allow. 

‘Pregnant.’

The world stops.

'Jimin.'

'I know it's fast.' The words rush out. 'I know we just—but I've been feeling strange and the test was just sitting there in my bathroom for days and I finally—this morning while you were sleeping—'

You pull her into your lap.

'Say something.'

'When?'

'2 weeks, maybe? Remember that night after the bar?'

You remember. Of course you remember. A beautiful night.

'Are you...' Her voice small. 'Are you happy?'

You kiss her. Taste salt. Someone's crying. Maybe both of you.

'Ecstatic.' Your hand finds her stomach. Still flat. But now. But soon. 'Terrified.'

'Yeah?' She laughs through tears.

'Yeah.' You kiss her again. 'Best breakfast ever.'

'Even better than your tea?'

Instead of answering, you kiss her again.

What's tea anyway?

Fin

A/N: Goodness! They make a great couple. Hope you enjoyed!

[wonderjanga]

Zombies

(So this is a little continuation from this post)

So basically in that post, Marvel and Aquaman got separated from the JL and find some ancient underwater Atlantean zombies.

*zombie groan*

Aquaman and Marvel: *slowly look over*

Giant Horde of Zombies: *just standing there*

They proceeded to go on a scooby doo be do type of chase, eventually deciding to hide in a ruined building.

Aquaman: “Should we just get rid of them?” *peeks head over some rubble to look at the zombies and is already readying his trident*

Marvel: “We can’t.” *also peaks head*

Aquaman: “What do you mean, we can’t? We have to take care of this now. If we leave, they might follow us back to Atlantis.”

Marvel: “I’m not saying we should leave them. They’re cursed.”

Aquaman: “Magic did this?”

Marvel: “Yeah.” *nods head* “We have to find out what happened to them.”

Aquaman: “Wouldn’t killing them be much easier? It’d be putting them out of their misery.”

Marvel: “Arthur, they’re still alive.”

Aquaman: “Eeeeh… Are they though?”

Marvel and Aquaman: *watch has a zombie runs into a wall and keeps trying to walk through that wall*

Marvel: “They are. Killing them will be our Plan B. If the curse is lifted, they might go back to normal and if not...”

Marvel and Aquaman: *look back at the zombie that is still running into the wall repeatedly*

Marvel: “We’ll get rid of them.”

After sneaking around a bunch more, they finally found a temple.

Marvel: “Gosh, I remember this place!” *looking around in wonder* “It was beautiful. It’s a real shame it’s just ruins now.”

Aquaman: *leaning down and looking at some broken stained glass* “I bet it was.”

Marvel: *spots a chalice on an altar* “I think that’s is it. I can sense some magic residue.” *jogs over*

Aquaman: *also walks over and spots a plaque on the altar* “Ancient Atlantean?” *skims it over* “Wow. The thing in that cup was a glorified liquid plague.”

Marvel: “It was? All the priests always talked about it like it was holy water.” *picks up the chalice* “Looks like someone drank it.”

Aquaman: “No wonder they’re zombies.”

Marvel: “Huh. To think the plague lasted this long. It’s a wonder they aren’t decomposing.”

Aquaman: “Uh, Cap?” *points to the horde rushing at them*

Marvel: *sighs* “It looks like we’ll have to get rid of them after all. If they’ve been with this plague for so long, it’s probably bonded too deep for me to use a counterspell.”

Aquaman: *pulls out his trident and gets to work*

Like Two Days Later…

Supes: “You were gone for almost two days, where have you been?”

Aquaman: “Oh yeah, that’s our bad. We got rid of some zombies-

Flash: “Zombies??”

Aquaman: “-and then popped up to the surface for some burgers.”

Batman: “And you didn’t think to contact us at all?”

Marvel: “We were really hungry. Arthur also tried to pay them in Atlantean currency cause that was all he had. So I spent like twenty minutes having to convert it into US dollars.” (Ref to the Wonder Girl and Marvel post from a long long long time ago)

Flash: “Cool! Uh… but why’re you guys covered in blood.”

Aquaman: “This is from the zombies.”

WW: “Have neither of you bathed yet…?”

Marvel: “Nope.”

They were in fact covered in blood. Fun fact, after killing all the zombies, Arthur actually found out the hard way that Atlantan zombie blood doesn’t infect you if it gets in your mouth. Though, he still ended up retching for like five minutes while Marvel was just patting his back.

Aquaman: *violently retching his guts out*

Marvel: “It’s okay, pal. Let it all out.” *patting his back*

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Wally West

Wally West x reader

warnings:

a/n: i was debating whether or not y/n is on the team or not n for this im going for y/n being a regular civilian but now im debating making dating hcs for a hero too 🤭

prompt: anonymous: “But if you're still taking requests (and speaking of fast haha), I would absolutely love if you could do a lil' something about Wally West ♡. I love that track star to bits and we're entering my favorite season ever : spooky season (or autumn for people who aren't chronically online like me). So if you'd be tempted to write some fluff/domestic stuff in autumn with Wally, I would be over the moon! 🦊”

wally is so annoying (in the best way!!)

you aren’t too used to the whole idea of dating a metahuman, every day is like an adventure

and for a speedster? you’d be surprised how hard it is for him to find the time

but he makes time

*doorbell rings*

“you’re twenty minutes late” -you

“in flash-time that’s early” -wally, holding a half-eaten box of chocolates “i got a little hungry”

on his “days off,” you could usually find the two of you on the couch with a variety of snacks scattered across the coffee table and crumbs peppering the cushions and floor

“the dog will get them” -wally

“hate to break it to you, but i don’t have a dog” -you

“should i get you a dog?” -wally

he was always so goofy

and affectionate, very affectionate!

he loved to give you cheek and forehead kisses, so many so fast

“how many was that?” -you after noticing repeated pressure on your cheeks

“going on a hundred. i’m trying to beat my record!” -wally

it always ended up tickling and you’d laugh until you fell over

“wally!! wally, come on!!” -you

you’d always get bummed whenever he got called for a mission

especially because it always happened in the middle of something (dinner, a movie, study date, etc.)

then when he came home he’d be a wreck and then you’d be a wreck because you’d see him like that

then he’d have to calm you down and you’d have to help him feel better

“you dont have to do that, im fine! i swear!” -wally while you panic and try to take care of him

being invited to the cave!

meeting the team!

“just because youre meeting a half-kryptonian clone, a martian, an atlantean, some girl with a bow and arrow, and batman’s sidekick doesn’t mean you get to think any of them are cooler than me, kapeesh?” -wally

“oh yes, i know you’re the coolest” -you

the team loves you!!!

“wow, wally, thanks for proving your s/o isn’t imaginary” -artemis

“youre welcome” -wally

“do you want to come bake with me?!” -m’gaan

“please say yes, y/n. i’m so hungry. so so hungry” -wally

“let’s do it!” -you

starting to camp out at the cave while wally is on missions

also once some more dangerous people figured out wally’s identity, you got your own access code to the cave. EMERGENCIES ONLY

you used it to surprise wally once and got a stern talking to from batman. never again

you dont really spend too much time with the team, but you get invited to most of their friendly outings!

and you talk up a storm with the others trying to learn about their lives, which sometimes makes wally a liiiittle jealous

but you want to live vicariously through these interesting people bc ur life is a liiiittle boring

“can you tell me what atlantis is like? what it feels like to be underwater and how your fighting style differs on land?” “what’s your favorite dish to make on mars? do you like communicating this way or the telepathic way more?” “why do you always wear sunglasses, man?” (you know this one dick is like wally’s bestie) -all you

seeing wally less than usual when things start to heat up in his hero life :(

causes some strain and you get so so sad :(

but he always calls you when he can and tries to make up for it

and somewhere down the road when he retires you’re able to spend all your time with him and he makes up for lost time like he promised

ok i’ll stop there. happily ever after.

taglist: @ravenmoore14 // @summersimmerus // @azazel-nyx // @simsrecs // @xoxobabydolls // @ravenstrueluv // @cicatraize // @captainshazamerica // @bad4amficideas // @evilcr0ne // @thedarkqueenofavalon // @elenavampire21 // @jade-178 //

[riverashifts]

@ MY DR LIST ᰔᩚ . ݁ 🎀 ͘ ࣭ 🎱 ⸰

⌗ 제이's GiRL : below is my dr list! warning it is extensively long.. like very long because i'm batshit crazy and insane, but i am free 🕊️

˳ ׄ ⟡ ◌ ⃘ beauty, youth, good fortune, even love itself, cannot keep care and pain ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡‏‏‎ 𓏸𓈒 loss and sorrow, from the most blessed for 𖦹 ˚   ⊹   ♡ into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and sad and dreary ( little women 1868 )

inspired by @/kumiwon

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dr name ] — s/o name

bold = main drs

⊹﹒K-POP DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ aespa fifth member ] — yu jimin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ aespa fourth member ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boynextdoor seventh member ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ day6 sixth member ] — park jaehyung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen eighth member ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen eighth member (gg) ] — park jongeun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen seventh member ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen seventh member (male) ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen twelfth member ] — yim siwan

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ (g)i-dle seventh member ] — jean soyeon, cho miyeon, nicha yontararak, seo soojin, song yuqi & yeh shuhua

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ itzy sixth member ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ive seventh member ] — ahn yujin & jang wonyoung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ le sserafim sixth member ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ loona thirteenth member ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ loona twelfth member ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ newjeans fifth member ] — kim minji

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ newjeans fifth member² ] — danielle marsh

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ stray kids eighth member ] — lee minho

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ stray kids ninth member ] — lee minho & han jisung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the rose fifth member ] — kim woosung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ triples twenty-fifth member ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ txt fifth member ] — choi yeonjun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ txt sixth member ] — kang taehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ txt tenth member ] — choi beomgyu

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ xdinary heroes sixth member ] — han jisung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 3racha fourth member ] — bang chan, seo changbin, & han jisung

⊹﹒OWN GRP DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ amour / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ atlantis / boy group ] — ning yizhuo

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ berry sweet / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ bratz! / girl group ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ by the stars / co-ed group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ by the stars² / co-ed group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ celeste / girl group ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ crush! / boy group ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cupid club / girl group ] — yang jungwon

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dearlie / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ diva / girl group ] — yim siwan

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eclipse / girl group ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ elle / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ envy / marvel x idols ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eunoia ] — park sunghoon

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fleur / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ girlnextdoor ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ girls planet 999 ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ gloss / girl group ] — yim siwan

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ honey / co-ed group ] — yang jungwon

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ idol stars (gg survival show) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ iheart / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jinx / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ kismet / boy group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ loveloop / girl group ] — hanni pham

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lovex / girl group ] — nishimura riki

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ meow / girl group ] — jang wonyoung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ monster high / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ moxie / girl group ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mydol / miraculous x idols ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ noir / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ onlyoneof / girl group ] — ha sooyoung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pink punk / girl group ] — lee heeseung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ popteen / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ produce series ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ quizzie / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ retrograde / girl band ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ rubymoon / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ solaria / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ soulike / boy group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ trickster / boy group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ utopia / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ v.e.x / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wckd / co-ed group ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wonderstruck / co-ed group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ xtra / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ xy / girl duo ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ yin&yang / co-ed group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ youngluv / girl group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ zero / co-ed group ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 7heaven / girl group ] — undecided

⊹﹒K-SOLOIST DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ holly / female soloist ] — nishimura riki

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ king / male soloist ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nabi / female soloist ] — seo changbin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ quae / female soloist ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ star / female soloist ] — park jaehyung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ vera / female soloist ] — park jongseong

⊹﹒MIRACULOUS DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous academy / académie royale feng-dubois ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous (feat. idols) ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous x marvel ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mydol / miraculous x idols ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nagara / snake miraculous ] — chloé bourgeois

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ vespera / bat miraculous ] — kagami tsurugi

⊹﹒MARVEL DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ agatha all along ] — rio vidal

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ black widow ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ envy / marvel x idols ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ general marvel ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ marvel (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ miraculous x marvel ] — undecided

⊹﹒HOGWARTS DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ beauxbatons student ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ canadian school student ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ golden trio ('80 liner) ] — harry potter

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ golden trio ('76 liner) ] — oliver wood

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ golden trio (slytherin boys) ] — theodore nott

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hogwarts (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ marauders (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ modern golden trio ] — pansy parkinson

⊹﹒FAME DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress ] — louis partridge

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress² ] — mikey madison

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress³ ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress & model ] — aubrey plaza

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ actress & singer ] — matthew gray gubler

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ author ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ bake off competition show ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ band ] — park jongseong, ning yizhuo, huh yunjin, & lee heeseung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ basketball player ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boysworld sixth member ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chicken shop date ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ choreographer ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ director ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ k-drama actress ] — park jihoon

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ katseye seventh member ] — megan meiyok skiendiel & daniela andrea avanzini llorente

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ katseye seventh member² ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ katseye sixth member ] — sophia elizabeth guevara laforteza, meret manon bannerman, daniela andrea avanzini llorente, lara rajagopalan & megan meiyok, skiendiel

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ learn&travel vlogger ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lifestyle reality show ] — huh yunjin & park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lifestyle youtuber ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ little mix ] — yim siwan

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ minecraft youtuber ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nepo baby / actress ] — taylor swift

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ nepo baby / singer ] — gracie abrams

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ rapper ] — megan jovon ruth pete

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the sluts (band) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ sugarbaby / singer ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ tennis player ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 1800s author ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ 1950s actress ] — sabrina carpenter

⊹﹒MOVIE/SERIES DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ alice in wonderland ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ a.n.t farm (university) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ arcane ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ arcane (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ austin & ally ] — lee heeseung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ baby ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the babysitters club ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ batfam ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ bella & the bulldogs ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ best friends whenever ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ big hero six ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ business proposal ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ camp half blood ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ camp half blood (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ criminal minds ] — spencer reid

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ criminal minds² ] — emily prentiss & jennifer jareau

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ criminal minds (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ descendants / enchantress' daughter ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ descendants / mad hatter's daughter ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ descendants / queen of hearts' daughter ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the devil wears prada ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ diamond castle ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ enhypen next door ] — lee heeseung, park jongseong, or park sunghoon (love triangle)

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ever after high ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ever after high² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ever after high³ ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ everything sucks ] — emaline addario

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fairy secret ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fashion fairytale ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the fosters ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ gilmore girls ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ good luck charlie ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the good place ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ gravity falls ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hannah montana ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ her private life ] — yim siwan

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hometown cha cha cha ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ how to train your dragon ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the hunger games ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ h2o ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ inside out ] — n/a

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ island princess ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jessie ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jumanji ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ k-12 ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ kc undercover ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lab rats ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ lemonade mouth ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ little women ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ maleficent ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mean girls ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ mermaid tale ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ my demon ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ narnia ] — susan pevensie

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ narnia (feat. idols) ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ neverland ] — n/a

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ one day at a time ] — elena alvarez

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks / kook ] — pope heyward

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks / pogue ] — rafe cameron

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ outerbanks / pogue-kook ] — sarah cameron

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ part time idol ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pitch perfect ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pokémon ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pokémon² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ power rangers ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess & the pop star (pop star) ] — kagami tsurugi

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess & the pop star (princess) ] — olivia rodrigo

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess charm school ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ princess diaries ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the princess switch (baker) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the princess switch (princess) ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ sam & cat ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the school for good & evil ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shake it up ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shameless ] — fiona gallagher

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shrek ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ sky high ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spiderverse ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spirited ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spirited² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spongebob squarepants ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ squid game ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ squid game² ] — lee myunggi

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ squid game (canada) ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ starstruck ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ start-up ] — yim siwan

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the suite life series ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the summer i turned pretty ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ summer strike ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ summer strike² ] — ahn daebum

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ teen beach movie ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the thundermans ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ to all the boys i've loved before ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ tomorrowland ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ totally spies ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ twinkling watermelon ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ victorious ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wednesday ] — wednesday

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wednesday (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wicked ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wizards of waverly place ] — max russo

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ wreck it ralph ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ yellowjackets ] — charlotte "lottie" matthews

⊹﹒BOOK/FANFIC DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic² ] — lee minho

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic³ ] — han jisung

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ chanwitch / fanfic⁴ ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dark moon ] — park jongseong as jaan

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dollhouse / fanfic ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the folk of the air ] — park jongseong as cardan greenbriar

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the folk of the air ] — jude duarte

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ geronimo stilton ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ heartless ] — park jongseong as jest

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ hideout / fanfic ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ i hope this doesn't find you ] — myung jaehyun as julius gong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ if you could see the sun ] — myung jaehyun as henry

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ kitten / fanfic ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles ] — myung jaehyun as wolf

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles² ] — myung jaehyun as thorne

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles³ ] — park jongseong as jacin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the lunar chronicles⁴ ] — park jongseong as kai

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ paragon academy of aces ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ paragon academy of aces² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades ] — park jongseong as winston

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades² ] — myung jaehyun as adrian

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades (feat. idols) ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ renegades (feat. idols)² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ say please / fanfic ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ shatter me ] — park jongseong as aaron warner

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ the tale of geoji & jinsil / fanfic ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ this time it's real ] — park jongseong as caz song

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ this time it's real² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ you don't have a shot ] — huh yunjin

⊹﹒MISCELLANEOUS DRS

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ancient royalty ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ apocalypse ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / ideal fan ] — n/a

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / wag ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / y/n life ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ better cr / y/n life² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boarding school ] — yang jungwon

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ boarding school² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ children of the planets ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ christmas wonderland ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ christmas wonderland² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ college life ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ concert experience ] — malaya brown

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cottage witch ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cupid ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ cupid² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ double life ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ dragon rider academy (to be named) ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eternal childhood ] — n/a

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eternal summer ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ eternal summer (multi) ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / charmed ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / futuristic ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / pixie hollow ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / royalty ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / royalty² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / unnamed ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ fantasy world / vet ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ five nights at freddie's ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ futuristic academy (to be named) ] — undecided

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ ghost hunter ] — huh yunjin

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ idol school ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ idol school² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ intergalactic royalty ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ intergalactic royalty² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ jeu imaginaire ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ medieval royalty ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ minecraft / farm life ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ modern royalty ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ modern royalty² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ pirate life ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ redacted ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ small town ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ spy academy ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ street racer ] — lee heeseung & park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ supernatural school ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ teacher ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ teacher² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ underwater school (to be named) ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / book store+cinema ] — n/a

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / circle room ] — n/a

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / cloud castle ] — n/a

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / storyline ] — park jongseong

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ waiting room / storyline² ] — myung jaehyun

. ۫ ꣑ৎ ݁ 𓈒 ๑ [ women-only paradise ] — huh yunjin

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𝓐TLANTIS ✴︎ 𝓭R

“may you never forget me.” 𓍼ོ

SYNOPSIS . . . girl meets boy, girl falls for said boy . . .but wait . . . this time the girl falls in love with the bastard son of one of the Olympians gods. One whose blood brings nothing but chaos and destruction, will her love for him be enough to save both of them & their home from the loop?

[ note . . . this is shifting content, this dr is one of my original dr’s I made, I took inspiration from the lost city of Atlantis which is an island civilization that, according to Plato, was submerged into the sea by the gods. after lots of worldbuilding, and a little tweaking here and there I ended up with this dr. it is loosely based on my pjo dr as well, and I mean loosely. i hope you like this dr as much as I do.]

BACKSTORY . . . Sophia of Atlantis, daughter of Stavros of Atlantis. Life as the daughter of Atlantis cursed seer, was never easy. Watching as her father slipped into madness for not being able to speak his prophecies. She could never hate her father, he is a good father, and he provided her with nothing but love. So what did she do when her father was deemed too old to work? She sought out for a way to make coin. In the main city, not far from where she lived, where she found work, as an assistant to a man who has knowledge of... plants?

She wasn't one to judge, she needed coin. So if working for Matthaios, a plant speaker in her opinion, would get her coin she would do whatever he asked for. . . even if it meant diving into the moon pools to get him some slimy green plant.

𝕿𝘏𝘌 𝕾𝘈𝘕𝘌 𝕿𝗛𝗘 𝕷𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗫

❝You speak to trees.❞

❝I do not speak to trees, I listen to them.❞

❝Right. . . and I listen to fish talk.❞

INTERTWINED SOULS . . . In all of Sophia’s life only one person that has been consistent other than her father, Charilaos is his name. A boy her age, one that, unlike her, lives on the streets just outside Matthaios little tent, in the outer edge of the agora’s. Yes, she was always warned to never associate with the beggars of the silk streets. . . oh gods, she just couldn’t help herself. So everyday for two years Sophia would put out a basket of the food sold in the agora, just enought for five people, and watched, a creep Matthaios would call her, as Charilaos and his family ate. And slowly but surely, the two grew close, very close, often Sophia would sneak Charilaos into the ceremonial festivals. And what was once compassions turned into love. One that was shared in both sides. So why does Charilaos keep pushing her away? And why does it feel so familiar?

𝕿𝘏𝘌 𝕳𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘙 𝕿𝙃𝙀 𝕭𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘿

❝Let go! I will be your end!❞

❝I will continue if it means loving you.❞

THE LOOP . . . Fifty times, that’s how many times Charilaos has tried to change your fate. Fifty times of watching the woman he loves scarifies herself for him. Fifty times, of falling deeply in love with her. Fifty times of watching her fall in with him. Fifty times of different roads leading to the same fate. Twenty-five times of rejecting her. Twenty-five of watching her from afar. Twenty-five years of solitude. Twenty-five years of anger. Charilaos was sure the gods hated him, they had to. Because why must he be the one to remember every fail. Why does it seem like he can’t stop it, cant forget. His own father, his blood, cursing him for falling in love with her. Forced to be stuck in the cruel loop, only he can remember. Forced to push his love away, forced to see Sophia crumble like dust in his own hands.

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