#bia 💎

[choatic-bumblebee-agenda]

this is me reaching out first. tell me about jupiter-man. or anything you want.

Hiiiiiiiiii new mutual!!! Sorry this took forever, my executives have NOT been functioning as of late kshsjsnsj. ANYWAY. you picked the right topic if you wanted me to be insane right off the bat bc REEEEEEEEEEEEEE JUPITER-MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's!!! amazing!!! i love it!!!!!

okay so basically the premise of the webtoon is that this new superhero team forms to fight monsters when the city's original hero, Jupiter-Man, disappears. My absolute favourite character is ARRIOOOOOOOO who has been starring in my brainrot for freaking months. Literally since I started reading, i dont remember when but definitely before this last April. so. A WHILE.

it's such a refreshing read, it's so wholesome and cozy and the plot do in fact be thickening. gotta wait till 2026 for the next season but i will gladly wait any amount of time bc the stuff that's happening is SO EXCITING, and the note the author left us hanging on is so suspenseful and intriguing and you just know stuff's boutta get real.

also! the author is Christian and most of the main cast are (arguably) implied to be Christian as well! so it's nice knowing that it's not gonna have weird stuff or strange moral lessons later on, and the whole thing is family friendly.

i just. i love it so freaking much. and i might be overselling it but TO ME IT IS BELOVED, FOREVER AND ALWAYS. 10/10, DEFINITELY RECOMMEND.

...wooh okay i think i'm done

nice to meet you!!!

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[universestreasures]

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[wonderfulshinee]

I love you so much ;; please listen to his cover

[wonderfulshinee]

I'm tired tonight so I don't have a lot of words beside that's hot and I'm glad I was online to read this. <3 pls control your strength Junnie but I'll let you rip a hundred of my shirts

i think that jun would love it if you put on your prettiest and shortest skirt just to ride his cock, it would be the only thing you have on as he coos about how pretty you look at fucked out and covered in his cum as he guides your hips to keep going - his fingers bunching in the fabric of the skirt as he hates his neck to you, allowing you to mark up and suck on his adams apple.

why are you insane. literally this is so mean to me i cant believe. this is despicable.

word count: 813 warnings: reader has a vagina and breasts, reader wears a skirt, est. relationship, scandalous lunch activities, fingering, multiple orgasms, marking, creampie

“fuck, look at you— so pretty, baby,” jun groans, his grip on your waist tightening as he moves your hips in circles on his cock.

earlier you’d gone out to have a nice lunch with friends, but it had been anything but nice once jun’s hands had started to creep up your thighs underneath the table, eager fingertips dancing along the hem of your too-short skirt.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide the heat that was creeping up into your cheeks if he continued doing what he wanted, so you’d caught his hand and squeezed hard, giving him a warning glare. luckily he’d stopped until the meal was over, but as soon as you were in his car his fingers were buried inside you and you were clutching the armrest of your seat for dear life, gasping as he fucked you through two orgasms that made your legs feel like jelly.

once you’d gotten home, you were determined to give him a taste of his own medicine by riding him on the couch, but soon it was you who was falling apart on his lap while he didn’t even seem phased.

he lets go of your hips, his hands traveling upwards to tug your shirt down beneath your boobs. but evidently he’s stronger than he thinks, because the thin fabric tears easily under his touch. you whine as he rips the rest of the shirt off and lets it fall to the floor beside you, but he doesn’t miss the way you greedily clench around his cock at the action.

he doesn’t respond, just pulls you down harder onto his lap, his hips thrusting up to match the movement and creating more force as he fucks into you.

his fingers wander across your exposed chest, pinching at your nipples before wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you towards him. with his mouth level with your breasts, he looks up at you through his eyelashes and takes one of your breasts in his mouth. his eyes stay glued to yours, carefully watching your open-mouthed expression. 

you move your hands from his shoulders up to his head, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling sharply. he moans into your skin as you push his face harder against your chest, and suddenly his mouth leaves your breast with a pop as he pulls his head away for a moment.

“you gonna cum all over me, sweetheart?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering as he bounces you on his cock. his hands fall back down to your hips, balling them into fists around the fabric of your skirt. “gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” 

“y-yes, jun, please,” you gasp out, your fingers still firmly settled in his hair.

he smirks, that stupidly hot grin of his, and leans his head back against the back of the couch, exposing his neck. “go on, baby. mark me up. and then, you get to cum.”

without a second of hesitation you lean down over him, pushing your lips against his adam’s apple. you can feel the vibrations from his low groans against your mouth, and it only spurs you on to suck harder, your teeth gently grazing his skin as you tug on his hair.

you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, buried so deep you can feel every miniscule movement he makes, and it sends jolts of pleasure rushing through you every time his hips snap roughly into you. 

“fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he hisses when you bite down particularly hard at the base of his neck. it was an accident from how hard and how fast he’s moving you up and down, but neither of you mind at all. 

his orgasm hits him almost out of nowhere, spilling into you as he holds your hips firmly in place while he cums. you continue rolling your hips on your own, fucking him through his high as you keep sucking bruises into his neck. 

you can’t see for yourself but you’re sure his eyes are scrunched tightly shut and brows knit together the way they do when he cums. after making him cum so many times over the years the image of his face is ingrained in your mind, and just that thought alone is enough to send you over the edge after him. 

eventually you start to come down from your orgasm and you fall over onto his shoulder, both of you breathing heavily. he lets out a long, slow exhale and opens his eyes, settling on your figure hunched over his lap. he puts his arms around you and pulls you close, gently lifting you off of his softening cock and letting you roll over onto the couch beside him.

you giggle, finally catching your breath. “so… i take it i should wear skirts more often, then.”

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@prominenceprison​ (Time for Aichi to meet Percy LOL)

“Am I...awake...?” Aichi says groggily, his cerulean hues slowly adjusting to the dimly lit bedroom. His soul had been put to sleep by the vampire prince to keep him out of the way, the same thing Toshiki had done with Kai. The duo from the past didn’t need anyone standing in the way of their happiness, not when they had waited so long to return to each other. 

But then...how is it that he’s awake right now? The prince’s powers were surely stronger than anything the human could muster, and he doubts he was released from his slumber on purpose. The only thing he remembers was feeling...warm, the same kind of warmth he always associates with Kai. It’s what instantly always had allowed him to relax, the light that brought him out of his darkest moments. Could he be the reason he’s in control right now? Did Kai somehow manage to break free of the other spirit in his body, the one the young adult still did not know the name of?

Before he can even think to answer it, his eyes widen as he realizes the position he’s in. He was being held by his boyfriend, or...at least his body. With the darkness of the room, and with the other seemingly resting, he can’t tell if this is Kai or the other one. His cheeks flush for a moment out of embarrassment, unsure if he is the arms of his lover or the lover of the prince who soul dwells within his body now. He had picked up on the romantic connection between them in the moments before his neck was bitten.

A hand then moves to grace his throat, it being smooth to the touch. Shockingly, his wounds from being bitten by the other were...gone? The same appeared to be true from the wounds he sustained from Kai’s feedings too. How...How can that be? Even if he’s been asleep for a while, those wounds shouldn’t have been able to be fully gone! 

Little did he know that his body had changed, Aichi too focused on other things to notice the fact his teeth were now fanged and that he felt a lot physically stronger than before. His eyes dart around the room, taking in the sights before him. From what he can make out in the darkness, the room itself was huge. The only light he could see was from the moon that peered through the curtained windows. Through this light, however, he does manage to see something, or rather, someone laying on the ground beside a couch.

A face that he too saw on that rainy night before he lost control, the fact of a someone he thought was his friend and fellow classmate...

“G-Gaillard!? W-What is he doing here?! Wasn’t he trying to kill me before?!” Aichi thinks to himself, careful to not voice his thoughts outload lest he wake the sleeping body of his boyfriend. The other being in the room with them, especially when they were sleeping before, was...strange, to put it lightly. On top of that, didn’t the spirit inside of Kai...attack him? In order to protect Aichi or rather the prince?

Everything was getting more confusing by the minute. He had to try and figure something out. Maybe he can go find Kourin. She helped him out before and seemed to at least understand what was going on. With a plan in mind, he slowly gets out of the hold of the other, careful as to not wake him up. Thankfully, he’s had practice with this when trying to sneak out in the middle of the night to go study, even if Kai always eventually caught him red handed.

His feet land on the floor, but before he can make any steps towards the exit, his cerulean hues meet the rusted ones of the human sitting there. He can see something...different in them from before. It wasn’t how they looked like when they were in class together, but it definitely wasn’t anything like when they last met, either. It was...strange

“W-Why are you here...?” Aichi whispers, again trying to be careful. He has his guard up now, prepared to move out of the way if the other tried to attack him again. Though, something in the air was telling him he was safe in this room, safe in this situation. It was those instincts of his again, ones he still had yet to fully understand where because of the prince whose soul was currently sleeping and not in control of this body.

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Ajskdld... I feel so attacked by Cheol right now. I am legit chanting, HuiHui... I swear I'm a HuiHui... but this is so good. It bring all of the right emotions and puts your head right into the gutter. Thank you for sharing this.

driving me crazy

member | bandmate!seungcheol x reader genre | smut, enemies to lovers word count | 1.3k warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill but be safe irl or i'll hit you), name calling (slut, whore, cumslut, cumdump), cumshot, creampie, masturbation (m), mentions of degredation & humiliation, one mention of spanking. this is pure rough hate sex but it gets really soft at the end notes | so i was writing this in @duhnova's inbox to attack her and all of a sudden i checked how much i'd written and it was fuckin,, over a thousand words?? this isn't really a "fic" per se, it's more like a headcanon (there's no dialogue) but i thought it was long enough to share. i don't know where this came from or how it happened but- enjoy! - june 💒

you and seungcheol are in a band together– maybe he's the guitarist and you sing, and since the day the band formed you've had it out for each other. neither of you are willing to give in to what the other wants, even when you both know you're in the wrong. he wants the chords a certain way? nope, because you need them this way so you can sing them. you want to write your own lyrics for this one song? nope, he criticizes every word.

and the tension just keeps growing and growing until one day it boils over and you find yourself underneath him, back pressed against the sofa in his garage after band practice when everyone else has gone and he's fucking you like you're the last person on earth. pushing his lips to your neck to call you filthy names, things he's never wanted to say to your face before; but something about this time, with his cock splitting you open and you fighting to hold back tears of pleasure because like hell you'd let him get that reaction out of you, he can't help but want to tell you how much of a slut you are. you hate each other, yet you'd let him fuck you like this, hm?

and you'd die before you admit it to him or to yourself, but just this one time with him will completely ruin you for anyone else's cock. no matter how hard you try to forget him and how many shitty tinder hookups you suffer through, he's the only thing on your mind every single time you cum. and so finally you give in, and you come back to him, practically begging him to fuck you again, and he'd be more than happy to oblige because you're the only thing that's been on his mind every time he jerks off after you leave practice, his cock throbbing in his fist and milky white cum splattered all over his hands as he realizes he just moaned your name out loud. so at the end of the day maybe you do still hate each other, but damn if you aren't the best sex each other's had.

so despite how much you supposedly hate each other, now that neither of you can deny how insanely horny you are for each other you're fucking all the time. and i mean all the time. of course, it starts out as only after practice in his garage, and occasionally in his car when practices are at your other bandmates' houses. but one day a couple weeks later when he's fucking you in his bed, on his kitchen counter, even in his front doorway because you're both so impatient you can barely keep your hands off one another long enough for him to shut the door, that's when you realize how fucked you are—metaphorically and literally.

if your friends are shocked at the fact that seungcheol, your literal worst enemy, is suddenly driving you home every night, they don't mention it. there's no way they don't know by now, but you won't hear a peep out of them, because in practices, you're actually… managing to get along with cheol now. it turns out that having the roughest, nastiest (aka best) sex of your life with the man you hate most is doing wonders to relieve the tension between you two; so much so that the only arguments you can muster with him are about how the color of his new guitar looks ugly compared to his old one, or that your singing would be better if you actually looked at the microphone for once instead of looking at him.

by day you're cooperating enough to make music together for once, and by night you're getting fucked like the cumslut you are, cheol slapping your ass and roughly handling your hips into place so he can push into you even deeper so you can feel him completely filling you.

and after a while, you can't even remember the reason why you hated him in the first place. because maybe the tension between you two was just sexual tension all along. getting dicked down like a whore makes you happy, and having his own personal cumdump makes him happy. it's a win for everybody.

one day he's fucking you in his bed after a really successful practice and it's... unusually soft. he's not calling you filthy names or humiliating you for how hard you came from just his fingers. he's holding you so close, praising you for how well you always take his thick cock, squeezing around him so perfectly, so warm and wet and tight just for him and him alone. he's not calling you "his hole" or telling you to crawl across the floor and beg him to allow you to suck his cock. his words come out no more a soft growl by your ear, low moans scattered in between the praises.

and that's the first time you let him cum inside you. you're on the pill and you've both been tested so there's been no reason for him to use a condom any of the times you've been together, but he's always pulled out to cum on your back, your pussy, your stomach, or his favorite place– your face. 

but this time when you feel his thrusts start to stutter and he begins to let go of you to slip out of your aching cunt, you just wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back in, whimpering and pleading for him to stay inside, to cum inside, to fill you up and claim you as his. and he can barely stop himself from cumming on the spot as he stumbles into the hardest orgasm of his entire life, spurting rope after rope of liquid into you.

and afterwards, when you're both laying there panting, stuck in a post-orgasmic haze as it begins to dawn on you what just happened, he does something that makes you doubt any of this was even real in the first place, that it was all a dream and you haven't actually been having sex with him on almost a daily basis for nearly the last month. because the seungcheol you know, the seungcheol you hate, would never say this. the seungcheol you used to hate would never own up to anything, would argue about anything and anything and refuse to apologize for his words, no matter how hurtful.

at least, that's what you thought. because now you've realized you never actually hated him, not even before you two were involved like this. you would argue for the sake of arguing just like he would, because that's all you knew how to do around him.

you didn't yet know this side of him; not just the side that makes you cum over and over and refuses to stop until you have to pry his mouth off of your pussy, but the side of him that always gives you rides home, even when the night doesn't end in sex. the side of him that lets you use his shower to clean up afterwards and always leaves a stack of fresh towels out for you that you can tell he warmed up in the dryer. the side of him that, even the first time when you hated each others' guts, asked if it was okay to do something before he did it, because even though he can't stand you, he doesn't want to hurt you intentionally.

so you're laying there on his bed, and he holds you tighter, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and he sighs. and for the first time ever, he says,

"i'm sorry."

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I need someone to talk about Junnie's hair..

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glass mask

harry x !cinderellareader

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Summary: Harry meets a mysterious maiden at the yule ball, and is determined to find her with only a mask

word count: 3.4k

song: once upon a dream - lana del rey

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You cough as dust drifts into your nose as you scrub helplessly at yet another one of Daphne’s dresses.

“hurry up!” she screeches, you close your eyes tiredly, rubbing them with weary hands. Astoria swatted at her hair, posing and pouting in front of the mirror. 

“do you think Draco will like this?” She squawks to Daphne who rolls her eyes, pulling on the gown, gesturing for you to be dismissed.

“sure Astoria.” She drawls. As they resume their usual bickering, you silently creep out the room, closing the door and sinking down to the floor with a sigh. You gaze sadly at the time. Half past 4. The ball would begin in an hour, and you had been forbidden to go by your stepmother, Helen Greengrass (nee Rosier) as you were pretty much, a servant in your own home, not much better than a house elf. After she had discarded of your mother, she took the chair of the house, due to your father always being away for work. You don’t remember much of your biological mother. All you had was a wrinkled, faded photograph, framed on your bedside.  People told you she was a beautiful, fair and kind woman. Much better than her monstrous replacement. You liked to think you resembled your mother, with your accentuated cheekbones and long, lustrious black hair, soft to the touch. You, and your father however, had a complicated relationship. It was an awkward tense sort of strain, but anyhow, you loved him all the same. He, instead, spoiled his ‘new daughters’, piling dresses and jewels upon money, promising lavish gifts and expenses he could spare. The only time he ever spoke a word to you was to compare your ‘chubby’ stomach to Daphne’s slim one, or to mumble how your grades were slipping. Sighing, you approach the bronze eagle knocker, listening intently to the riddle. A Ravenclaw. A disgrace to the honourable house of Greengrass. Maybe that’s where the bias started, when you, the heiress, had been sorted into the house of intelligence and wit, instead of the ambitious and cunning. Helen had seen it as a perfect oppurtuninty to swoop in and sink her claws into the rotting heart of your father, shoving her own daughters into the spotlight.

“What is always in front of you but can’t be seen?” You paused, thinking for a moment. 

“The future.” With a nod, the door swings open, chatter and excitement pulsating in the air in anticipation for the upcoming evening. Your stomach churns, a never-ending windmill in your stomach. You fight the urge to cry as you quietly walk up the stairs into your dorm, greeted by a bouncing Padma, who stands fully dressed in the doorway. Her makeup is nicely down, without a flair or hiccup in it, as she peers down at you, her dark eyes brimming with happiness.

“Ohmygosh I’m so excited do you like my-” She frowns suddenly, inspecting your casual attire and teary eyes.

“why aren’t you ready Y/N? The ball starts in half an hour.” Her voice is soft as she ushers you in.

“I’m not going Padma.” Her face melts into sympathetic as she gives you a fierce hug.

“oh darling, why not?” You sniff begrudgingly in her shoulder, wiping your nose. She makes no complaint to you dirtying her dress.

“M’ just tired.” It’s clear you were lying, you had been practically bursting with joy when the news was announced. She shoots you a distrusting look, before wiping your tears with an embroidered hankerchief she fishes out of her drawer.

“well, if you decide to come later, come and find me.” She winks, before adding on cheekily,

“And, Harry Potter is going with my sister. I’m sure she won’t mind if you steal a dance with him.”

“Padma!” You squeal hushing her in case anybody heard. 

“Besides, I can’t anyway. You know my family won’t approve, and Daphne and Astoria will just snitch.” Huffing, Padma pouts, rollling her eyes mischievously.

“Oh well, bitches are snitches, who end up in ditches with stitches.” You snort. 

“goodbye Paddy.”

“goodbye y/n/n,” She smiles fondly, closing the door behind her with a satisfied click. It is quiet for a few moments, as the lighthearted aura slowly dissapates. Awkwardly, you wallow in your sorrow as you stare up at the ceiling. The plaster seems to spin in your vision as you shift on the bed, the pillow soaking your feelings. Tiredly, you yawn, sitting up assertively and walk down to the common room. May as well get some homework done, you think. As you take out some parchment, ink and your favourite quill, you settle onto the couch, gazing adoringly at the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw that sat regally above the fireplace. You begin to scribble down your essay, the only sound being the crackling of the flames and the scratching of your quill. 

“Why are you not at the ball dear?” You screech as the portrait suddenly speaks, studying you in interest. You sigh, patting your heart as it gradually slows. Her voice is whimsical and melodic, beckoning you in with a singular word. You shook your head, sighing. The diadem sits regally upon her thick, glossy, ebony curls, as she stares down at you with narrowed eyes and a kind smile.

“I-My stepmother has forbidden me to go.”  Rowena’s face crinkles into thought, as she nods solemnly. 

“I see. And you must obey her orders?” You shrug helplessly. I mean, you always considered rebelling, but you knew your sisters would tell on you. And the punishment would probably outweigh the experience.

“She is my step-mother.” 

“and you wish to go?” A spark of hope seems to flicker in you as you nod, running your tongue on your cracked lips.

“oh, more than anything in the world!” Her eyes flicker with something of nostalgia, before she silently leaves the frame. Your eyes seemed to dim, as you fight the urge to sigh once more and turn back to your parchment. You glance up curiously as the sound of stone grinding catches your attention, and hold back a gasp as a secret chamber opens, revealing a room. Cautiously, you abandon your half-written essay, and begin to walk through a dark corridor. Click. Click. Click. Your shoes resound through the empty space, as you come to the stop. There, upon a mannequin sat a gorgeous dark blue gown, like the night sky on a cloudy day, the shimmers sparkling like stars. Your eyes round on the emblem, where the initials ‘R.R’ are embroidered delicately on the fabric.

“Oh, not surely-” You turn to see Rowena in a different portrait frame, smiling down at you with kindness.

“You are worthy. Wear it and be proud.” She then nods to a bejewelled mask, sitting elegantly upon a plush cushion. Your eyes widen at its beauty and elegance.

“the mask of ravens.” You whisper in awe, studying it. It was a mesmerising sight, beckoning you in, with little to no effort.

“But-” You turn once more confusion resonating in your features. 

“Only a true heir of Ravenclaw can wear it.” She whispered, guiding you towards a mirror. You gaze at your reflection, and look back at her potrait. There was a certain resemblance. She smiles, as if confirming your suspicions, and your mind churns.

“After all this time?” You say in disbelief, touching it in some sort of trance.

“Wear it. You will look beautiful.” She says, offering no confirmation. Wordlessly, she shrinks back into herself, disappearing from view as you stand, frozen and awestruck at the revelation.

“what the hell,” you sigh, before pivoting to gaze at the dress. It was beautiful. You look back at Rowena’s empty frame, before staring at the ballgown dreamily. This is it. Taking out your wand, you point it at the dress, watching it float off the mannequin. Flicking your wrist, it slips onto you, discarding your previous clothing. You can’t recognise yourself. It’s like that absolute goddess in the mirror is a stranger, and you have to reach out a hand to confirm it’s actually real. It’s strange, but like, good strange. It’s unreal. It’s like a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream. You pick up the mask, feeling the diamonds upon your hands, and place it carefully over your eyes.

“perfect.”

You can hear the ball before you can see it. Melodic symphonies sing in the air as you approach the enterance. You rush down the staircase, almost slipping down the stairs as you hurry to enter the ball. You look up, to find every eye on you, as you bite your cheek, flushing self-conciously. As you reach the end of the stairs, eyes on your feet, you almost trip before an arm reaches out to steady you.

“easy,” a warm voice comes, as your gaze locks with his, y/e/c clashing with bright, azure blue. Harry Potter offers you an easy grin as he scratches his head.

“uh, would you, um, like to dance with me?” Your blush intensifies as you nod eagerly.

“oh yes, I would be honored.” He takes your hand, guiding you onto the dance floor. As the waltz begins, you begin to glide with him, laughing as he stumbles over his own feet.

“sorry, I’m not very good at this dance thing,” he mutters, puckering his brow. You fight the urge to bring up your thumb and smooth the creases out of his features.

“always a first time for everything,” you quip, smiling uneasily. As you twirl past Astoria, your heart seems to leap to your throat. But she gives you a look of disinterest, seemingly not recognising you. You breathe out a sigh of relief, before letting out a breathy squeal as Harry suddenly dips you. 

“you look very pretty,” He whispers suddenly, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. You grin bashfully as the dance comes to an end, dissapointment flickers in his eyes. His close proximity ignites a fire within you, luring you to throw away your life and ride into the horizon, where the stars kiss the ocean, with him by your side. You can feel the envious eyes burning into you all over the room, and you know you are the luckiest girl in the world. Whispers erupt around you, as you catch snippets of conversations.

“who is she?”

“why is she wearing a mask?” They aren’t exactly subtle, but they’re enough to let a satisfied warmth fill your chest as he pulls you towards the drinks table. Handing you a cup of punch, you gulp it down thirstily, as he laughs at your disheveled state.

“wow, slow down tiger!” You giggle, possibly the most perfect sound Harry has ever heard.

“So…I uh, don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“it adds to the mystery of the mask,” Adding jazz hands for dramatic effect, Harry laughs once more, amused at your antics.

“fine then, I’ll just call you…” His eyes trail to the blueberry you were holding as you throw it into your mouth, the juice spurting and coating your lips. He knows what else could be on your lips-

“Blueberry.” You raise your eyebrows at the strange name.

“Blueberry really?”

“yup!” He gives you a wide grin, popping the p and taking your hand once more, his warm calloused one enclosing your small petite one. You almost combust on how perfectly they seem to fit together, slotting into each other like missing puzzle pieces. The hours seem to slip from your grasp as six fades into seven and seven into nine and nine into 12. Dance after dance, electricity seems to crackle in the air with each twirl as you gaze dreamily into his brown eyes, soft and looking down into yours fondly. As the violin plays it’s last note, you part. Looking to your left, your heart begins to speed with panic as a trembling Astoria stomps towards you. She is fuming, her heels making an angry clicking on the marbled floors. Hurriedly, you look towards Harry once more.

“This has been amazing, but I have to go!” Picking up your skirts, you begin to run, before he catches your arm.

“Wait-”

“LET ME GO!” The words come out louder than intended as he shrinks back, and you cover your mouth silently. 

“right, uh, have a good night blueberry,” He mumbles, forcing a smile as he slumps back to his ginger best friend. You groan, face-palming yourself inwardly, before a screeching fills your ears.

“Y/N!” You begin to run again, scrambling up the staircase, through the hallways and into the common room, slamming the door shut and panting, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You slump against the door, wiping your tears miserably. During a heartstopping moment, you touch your face. Bare and cold. You touch it once again, as if searching for confirmation. The beautiful mask. It’s gone. Absent from your face. And you begin to weep once more, long into the early hours of dawn. It was all your fault.

Harry stared at the mask with a furrowed brow.

“and you said she wouldn’t tell you her name?” Ron munched on a chocolate frog loudly as Harry rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“yes Ron.” Hermione took the artefact within her hands, inspecting it. 

“it couldn’t be…” She muttered, before taking off, sorting through the different books before returning, pulling out a chair abruptly. Madam Pince frowned at the loud noise. Hermione sorted through the pages before flipping to a faded page, the title ‘Mask Of Ravens’ screaming out at him. 

“The Mask Of Raven’s is a mask that was owned by Rowena Ravenclaw herself. She wore it to many distinguished balls, and treasured it, rumouredly passing it down to her daughter, Helena Ravenclaw. It was a mask at high value, encrusted with 12 karat diamonds and being shaped as if it was Raven’s Wings. It can only be truly worn by a descendant of Ravenclaw herself…” Hermione trailed off, scrutinising Harry with narrowed eyes.

“well that makes it easier. You’ve got the hots for a Ravenclaw then.” Ron smiled. Hermione sighed, rubbing her eyes. 

“we have charms with Ravenclaw. That should be an oppurtunity to find her.” She patted his shoulder before collecting her books.

“Right, I have Arithmacy now. Don’t do anything stupid.” With a swish of her cloak, she was gone.

You. Were. Stressing. As you woke from a rather restless sleep, you almost fall out of bed as you read the time. Breakfast was just finishing, and if you don’t hurry you would be late for charms. Gathering your hair in a messy ponytail and throwing on your robes, you rush to charms, sinking into your chair with a relieved heaving of breath. Flitwick gives you a pointed look, before clapping his hands.

“okay! This term, due to Dumbledore’s request of house unity, you will be having seating partners!” He clears his throat.

“First off! Patil with Weasley! Finnigan with Brocklehurst! Boot with Longbottom! Thomas with Corner! Granger with Goldstein! Midgen with Turpin! And finally, Greengrass with Potter!” You freeze in your seat, forcing your lips to curl into a smile as you stiffly turn around. There he stands in all his glory as he offers you a friendly smile.

“These will be your partners for the next task!” Harry shuffles into the empty seat besides you, taking out his books and parchment. You give him an awkward smile.

“Uh, Y/N. Y/N Greengrass.” There’s something familiar about the way you grin, or the way your eyes sparkle and the tilt of your head. Was it possible- He shook his head. Now he was just hoping and being paranoid. You watched amusedly as he just dead on stared at you.

“Do I have something on my face-” Harry jumps as if being electrified, before blinking rapidly.

“Uh no, sorry, I just zoned out. Um, I’m Harry.” You laugh. Then again, that pang of nostalgia. 

“Right. So, library after school?” He nods.

“yeah, but I gotta finish by 5, I have quidditch practice.” You nod as well, before starting to take notes as Flitwick’s squeaky voice begins to speak once more. 

“The Scourgify charm is a spell used to…” Harry drowns the professors voice out, his attention fixated on you. Had you always been that pretty? I mean, you had your fair share of admirers, but he had only ever seen you in passing. He outright jumped as the bell rung, as you offer him a charming ‘goodbye’ and left. Ron snickers, elbowing Harry.  Outside, you were inwardly panicking. 

“do I have something on my face?” You mocked yourself, using your hands to illustrate your conversation, making one open and close as if it was your mouth.

“who the fuck says that?” you mutter, wiping your sweat-laden brow. You briskly walked towards your next class. You, apparently.

You tapped your foot impatiently as the clock ticked past 5 minutes. A whirlwind of Harry suddenly rushed through the doors as he swept his unruly hair to the side, trying to smooth it down.

“sorry I’m late!” He panted, coughing loudly. Madame Pince side-eyed you as you hushed him.

“it’s fine.” You worked in silence, before Harry scratched his head.

“uh, can I borrow a quill?” 

“you rock up to a study session without a quill? Really Potter?”  He awkwardly avoids your gaze.

“I was in a rush!” You sigh playfully, nudging him before handing him your spare. 

“this is the only and last time.” You wag your finger before turning back and scribbling down something else. You settle back into quiet studying-silence, only the rustle of paper and scratching of quills disturbs it. It’s peaceful. Disturbingly silent for Harry. He’s used to Ron yapping or crunching something in his ear, or Hermione correcting his work.

“so…nice weather today?” You cringe at Harry’s attempt at small talk.

“Right…” You glance at the rainy, wet window outside. He lets out an awkward sort of noise. 

“so…” He looks down to the cover of your book.

“Charms,” You sigh, rubbing your eyes. 

“Yeah, we are doing a charms assignment.” You purse your lips slightly, before bursting into laughter. He begins to join unsurely, before laughing with you.

“Oh. My. Merlin. You are so socially awkward,” You giggle. There again. Familiar. He snorts, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Well you weren’t helping!” You stand and he follows, picking up both of your books. You hadn’t noticed how fast the time had gone. The conversation seems to flow as if you’re old friends.  There’s something…peculiar and nostalgic about the way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile, or they way you use your hands animatedly to express how you talk. He can’t help but trace your features with his gaze. Nose. Eyes. Eyebrows. Freckles. And then, lips. He lingers on them, pink, soft and plump, slightly cracked.  It’s as if a magnetic force brings him forward, mesmerised by the sight in front of him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you look up, biting your lip. He watches as your teeth envelop the flesh, capturing it between your pearly whites. 

“You know there’s something familiar about you blueberry,” His voice is soft and husky, the nickname making you draw a breath. His confidence seems to stem out from nowhere, cocky gryffindors.

“Something I can’t quite place my finger on.” His breath is hot on your ear, and he smirks, his lips brushing upon your flesh, 

“oh really?” You say breathlessly, staring into his eyes.

“tell me y/n, were you the girl at the ball?” 

“I-I didn’t go to the ball,” you stutter, before he grows animalistically, his pupils dilating as he steps towards you, effectively pinning you against the bookshelf.

“don’t. lie. to. me.” he hisses, pressing your neck harshly.

“fine! Yes-yes it was me!” You choke, letting out a cry of relief as he lets you down. You’re significantly relieved that you’re in a subdued part of the library, and Madam Pince doesn’t look up from her pile of books. Harry’s face softened as he stroked your cheek tenderly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“well, did you want me to come up to you and say ‘hey, I’m that mystery girl you danced with last week! Let’s go, hogsmeade Saturday?” He shrugs, patting your head softly as if you are a pet.

“I mean, I’m down if you’re down.” You laugh, shoving him off, and pouting playfully.

“I mean-” He huffs, before picking you up and cradling you in his arms.

“Hogsmeade Saturday?” He asks, his voice muffled in your hair, the vibrations sending tingles over your body.

“hogsmeade Saturday.” You whisper.

[writers-potion]

Hey! I’m creating a charchter and story based off a prompt from a game (clangen, if you know it). They’re wolves, living a wolf life. This character is one of the parents of the main family / pack the story follows.

One of the characters is a skilled mediator, have good insight, but also quick to start fights and bicker with others, and has caused several fights. Obviously these are quite conflicting traits, but I feel like there may be a clever way to tie them in together, to make sense and to make a more interesting character- but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Any ideas?

Writing a Low-Key Manipulative Character

Hmmm. Your questions really did get me thinking here for a good while. While being a good mediator and picking fights between members of the group seem to be conflicting traits, both tasks require a core skill: quickly picking up on others’ wants.

When the character wants to mediate, they’ll be able to negotiate a solution by addressing the underlying needs/wants of others. For example, Character A is fighting with Character B over an orange. Your mediator character quickly picks up that while Character A wants the orange peel for her cake, Character B is just hungry and wants the orange meat. They use that insight to divide the orange efficiently. 

When the character wants to pick a fight, they’ll be hella quick on knowing what the hot takes of the other characters are, and pushing their buttons. 

It can also be the case that your mediator character is simply more blunt/straightforward in voicing their own or other’s thoughts, especially in a society/situation where no one is willing to speak their minds out loud. That trait is easily a double-edged sword: it can cut confusion and foster understanding, or it can just get on people’s nerves and wrack the conversation that should’ve been approached more “softly” by using cushion words. 

Overall, your character sounds like they’re an opportunist – they know they have good social sense, and is willing to leverage that ability to make peace with those whom they think would be helpful for them while driving the people apart when they don’t like seeing them together. 

Since you mentioned that they’re a parent in a central pack in your story, you can try exploring the parent-child power dynamics. Is your parent character trying to choose their children’s friends? Are they purposefully setting up awkward dinner situations in order to win “useful” or “good influence” friends for their kids, while showing negative bias towards other neighbors? Are they whispering in the ears of their partner to make them act in a certain way towards other people? In close-knit family situations, it is a lot easier to make your close ones believe in you since they already have a high level of underlying trust. Children, of course, will take their parents’ words to be true/authoritative. 

If your character does a lot of mediating/picking fights, you may consider whether your character has a manipulative streak. Some people just “have fun” telling others what to do and they’re great at persuading – oftentimes without trying to take responsibility for the outcomes. 

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✮⠀ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹.⠀♱⠀✮⠀ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹. MUSE Members Profile

MUSE ( 뮤즈 신 ) is a 4-member South Korean girl group under 21 studio, consisting of Sora, Isla, Kaiya, & Gianna . They debuted through the animated series with the same name MUSE. They also made their Korean debut on August 1, 2019, with the digital single, “Abracadabra“.

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Fandom Name: symphonies

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Official Greeting: “your muse, Hi We are MUSE”

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MUSE Official Fandom Colors: carmine #960018. blush #DE5D83

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MUSE Official Logo:

　 　 　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MUSE Official SNS:

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Website (Japan): muse-official.jp

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Instagram: @muse_official

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ TikTok: @muse_official

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ X (Twitter): @muse_official / (Japan): @museJPofficial

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ YouTube: MUSE

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Facebook: MUSE

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Weibo: MUSE

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Pinterest: MUSE

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MUSE Member Profiles:

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Sora

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Stage Name: Sora ( 소라 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birth Name: Park Sora ( 박소라 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ English Name: Serenity Park

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Position(s): Leader, Main Vocalist, dancer

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birthday: May 11th, 2000

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Zodiac Sign: Taurus

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Height: 167.8 cm (5’6″)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Weight: 46kg (101 lbs)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Blood Type: B

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MBTI Type: INTP

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Nationality: South Korean

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Representative Symbol: Heart ❤

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Instagram: @/parksora

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ See more Sora fun facts…

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Isla

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Stage Name: Isla ( 이슬라 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birth Name: Isla Dài yù Zhao ( 이슬라 다이 유 자오 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Chinese Name: Zhao Dài yù ( 赵黛玉 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Position(s): Lead vocalist, lead dancer, visual

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birthday: February 14th, 2001

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Chinese Zodiac Sign: Tiger

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Height: 166 cm (5’5″)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Weight: 47 kg ( 104 lbs)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Blood Type: O

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MBTI Type: INFJ

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Nationality: Chinese-Australian

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Representative Symbol: Diamond 💎

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Instagram: @/Isla_la

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ See more Isla fun facts…

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Kaiya

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Stage Name: Kaiya ( 카이야 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birth Name: Nakamori Kaiya

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Korean Name: Kim Kaiya ( 김카이야 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Position(s): Lead rapper, lead dancer, visual, vocalist

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birthday: July 25th, 2002

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Height: 167 cm (5’7″)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Weight: 46 kg ( 101 lbs)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Blood Type: A

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MBTI Type: INTJ

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Nationality: Japanese

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Representative Symbol: Star ⭐️

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Instagram: @/kaiyaya

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ See more Kaiya fun facts…

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Gianna

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Stage Name: Gianna ( 지아나 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birth Name: Gianna Mione

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Korean Name: Choi Soha ( 최소하 )

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Position(s): Main rapper, Main dancer, vocalist, Face of the Group, Center, Maknae

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Birthday: December 25th, 2002

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Height: 167 cm (5’7″)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Weight: 45 kg (99 lbs)

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Blood Type: AB

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ MBTI Type: ESFP

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Nationality: South Korean-Italian/English

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Representative Symbol: Moon 🌙

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ Instagram: @/everythingigi

﹒　　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ See more Gianna fun facts…

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ WHO IS YOUR MUSE BIAS ?

⌑ Sora

⌑ Isla

⌑ Kaiya

⌑ Gianna

　 ׅ⠀ ∔ ˚ LATEST KOREAN COMEBACK

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some pride icons color picked from nu carnival boys 💎 i went with the flags i think would look best color-wise, obvious aro bias because i am aro but feel free to send any suggestions/requests you have! you're welcome to use these wherever, credit would be appreciated ✨

also some bonuses:

flags under the cut!

eiden - mlm

aster - lesbian

morvay - bi

blade - trans

kuya - nonbinary

edmond - demiboy

rei - aromantic

quincy - aroallo

olivine - non-sam aro

garu & karu - aroace

dante - aroace, part 2 (i struggled with him okay)

yakumo - polyamory

rin - asexual

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Seventeen Fic Recs: Volume VIII

Indigo’s Note: Here’s round eight?? (how did I even get here? Omg) of my fic recs. As these fics may contain both SFW & NSFW elements, minors dni. Happy reading, and show these amazing authors some love!! Indigo's Note 2: I'm very sorry for the disproportionate number of fics for my bias line...I was in a bias-rot ig? I shall diversify my reads for the next round 💕

🍒 Cheol Drabble by @wonwoonlight (pg, fluff, minor angst) 🍒The Great War by @amourcheol (18+, smut, fluff, angst) 🍒Just Friends by @lvscoups (18+, smut, fluff) 🍒Gamers Do It Better by @sluttyminghao (18+, smut) 🍒In This Life by @trblsvt (pg 15, fluff, angst) 🍒Cake in the Back by @toruro (18+, smut, fluff) 🍒Contusion Confusion by @seungkwansphd (18+, smut) 🍒11:42pm by @seokminkisser (18+, angst) 🍒Angel (or devil) by @amourcheol (18+, smut) 🍒You're Mine by @the-boy-meets-evil (18+, smut)

😇 Blame It On Me by @onlymingyus (18+, smut, fluff)

🦌 Late Night Confessions by @multiland (18+, smut, fluff) 🦌 Eyes Meeting, Hearts Apart by @lovelyhan (18+, smut, fluff, angst)

😼Shea Butter Baby! by @sunnylovespickles (18+, smut) 😼Anatomy Lesson by @rubyreduji (18+, smut) 😼Show Me What You Do by @onlyhuis (18+, smut)

🐯 Crazy, Stupid, Love by @toruro (18+, smut, fluff, minor angst) 🐯TILF by @cheolism (18+, smut)

🐱 Meet Cute of the Century by @lovelyhan (18+, smut, fluff, angst) 🐱 Homewrecked (18+, smut, fluff, angst) 🐱Gamers Do It Better by @sluttyminghao (18+, smut) 🐱Chase Me, Make Me Yours by @wonuhour (18+, smut, fluff, angst) 🐱Pretend It's Someone You Care For by @beefboyandbabygirl (18+, smut, angst, fluff) 🐱Your Games Suck by @onlymingyus (18+ smut) 🐱Meant To Be Yours by @cheolhub (18+, smut, angst) 🐱Licentious by @wonusite (18+, smut) 🐱Marriage by @yikesmary (pg, fluff)

🍚 Girl Code by @beefboyandbabygirl (18+, smut, fluff, angst) 🍚 Don't Sweat It by @miraclewoozi (18+, smut, fluff)

⚔️ I ❤️ DILFS by @beefboyandbabygirl (18+, smut, angst, fluff) ⚔️ Needy Seokmin Drabble by @seokgyuu (18+, smut)

🐶 Puppy Parents by @yikesmary (pg, fluff) 🐶Foolproof Stupidity by @shuarush (18+, smut, fluff, angst) 🐶Out of Love by @babyleostuff (pg 15, angst) 🐶FWB Drabble by @cheolhub (18+, smut, fluff) 🐶Eating in the Car by @roseandpeaches (18+, smut) 🐶Everlasting Love by @sluttyminghao (18+, smut, fluff) 🐶Pup Code by @beefboyandbabygirl (18+, smut, fluff) 🐶The Secrets Kept From Roommates by @cheolism (18+, smut, fluff) 🐶Things Mingyu Likes in Bed by @teasteeper (18+, smut) 🐶Evening Glow by @cheolhub (18+, smut, fluff)

🐸 The Letter by @toruro (18+, angst, fluff)

🍊Strip Tease Drabble by @love-strike (18+, smut)

🐢Jealous by @cheolism (18+, smut)

🦕 By The Pool by @sluttyminghao (18+, smut)

OT13

💎Here Comes the Sun by @seokgyuu (18+, smut, angst, fluff) 💎Challenge Me by @seokgyuu (18+, smut, fluff, angst)