#but i'm not sure an anon will see this without getting the notification

[200markies]

Heyyy!! I love your work <3 Can you write a 'Mark is the type of boyfriend to...' and/or something about: idol!mark and reader as a regular person (full time job+college student) maybe with a little bit o angst since they are so different from each other etc?

　　　　mark ♡ is the type of boyfriend to ... ⁺

mark soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

requested by anon !

author's notes: i did NOT expect all of you guys to like the jeno headcanons so much to the point that an anon requested a mark ver which convinced me enough to make another one for the week 😭 y'all do indeed enjoy the headcanon series. anyway, to the anon who is reading this, i have to be honest with you but i genuinely enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this. PLEASE. this took me hours to write and i don't expect JUST the anon to like this but all of you too! i can't even say "i hope you enjoy" in the author's notes now that i'm expecting a thousand notifications on my activity tab in this platform.... 🤓

p.s. let us all thank mark lee for making the most boyfriend material instagram that could ever exist.... without r_e__m___ this headcanon wouldn't be BORN!

reminding all of u guys that my ask inbox is open so don't hesitate to drop a request or an ask !!!

mark is the type of boyfriend to write you poems whenever feels like it, or whenever it's a special occasion that's all about you. whether it be your birthday or your anniversary together, mark tries his absolute best to find all the words and combine it to make a poem that will surely make you happy. he wants to make you feel loved and safe with him, especially since he's your boyfriend.

"hey, beautiful, i left something on your desk," mark walks to you in the living room, sitting beside you while you work a deadline. you turn to him and chuckled, looking at your room which had a yellow folded note. you knew immediately that mark wrote a poem, and you can't wait to read it. you stand up to get the note on your desk, unfolding it to see an entire script of a poem which was all about how sweet your personality is. you walk back to mark, reading it while he lies his head on your shoulder to read a bit of what he wrote. "'you're so sweet that i can't stop coming back to you as if you're like candy, i take it, i'm the luckiest man in the world because of you, my fancy.'" you read the 3rd line in the 4th stanza, giving mark a little peck after you read it.

mark is the type of boyfriend to definitely rehearse being a husband to you. even though you two may not be ready yet or you can't bring yourselves to commit, he loves to do things a loyal husband would do. would you complain? no, because you loved it when mark would act that way. it's quite silly of him to do that, but trust me, you will need it when the both of you are married.

"good evening, future wifey," mark leans on your doorway while you're putting accessories to your outfit, looking at him once you heard his voice. tonight, mark is taking you out on a date, as part of his "husband rehearsals". he notices you're wearing the yves saint laurent dress mark gave you on your first anniversary, which made him smile and giggle. "looks like you're wearing your favorite dress on our date today, hm?" you nodded, giggling softly. "you truly love rehearsing your husband duties, it's silly." you say, walking to him as you put on your fur coat and kissed him on the lips. "it's not silly when you're gonna need more of me acting like this when we get married."

mark is the type of person who tends to stay with you almost every hour of the day. even when you don't need him, he's gonna be beside you until sunset, he can work with you, or he can cuddle, or he can comfort you while you work. (that's for later) he wants to keep you close to him no matter what, so that he could take care or help you whenever something happens. it's his obligation, and he's happy to take it.

"what... are you doing?" you look up at mark who's massaging your legs, confused and a little startled at the sensations he's giving you. he's right in front of you, trying his best to probably keep you soothed and comfortable while he has nothing to do for the day. you couldn't even make him leave because, you can admit, you loved this. "i know how tired you are after the gala you had with your friends, and i'm trying to soothe you so that you won't feel any more pain walking later. i know you love it, baby." he continues massaging you while you're working, making you giggle as you stared at him. "well, matter of fact... your massages are doing great work."

©️ 200markies / jyanihaes, 2024

[heavyhitterheaux]

No Judgments

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: You and Joe do the 'We listen and don't judge' TikTok challenge 🤭

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a few gorgeous anons 💕

Series Masterlist

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After wiping your mouth and rinsing it out with mouthwash from your sudden episode of morning sickness, you made your way back into the bedroom where your husband was still peacefully sleeping.

You attempted to climb back into the bed without waking him up, but feeling the weight shift made him flutter his eyes open. Joe had never been a really deep sleeper, but since he found out you were pregnant, usually he wakes up at the smallest noise and it left you surprised this morning when he didn’t feel you get out of bed the first time.

“Baby, you okay?” He asked as he pulled you towards him so he could wrap his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Your children won't let me be great and made me throw up again.” You quietly answered and you had now grown frustrated since it seemed like the morning sickness wasn't only happening in the morning, but throughout the day.

“You want me to make you some tea?”

“Yes, please. I'm miserable.”

Joe then placed his hand on your belly and began to rub small circles on it as he noticed that your bump was actually starting to show.

“Babies, stop making mommy sick so she can sleep. Daddy’s orders.”

“Hopefully they'll listen to you because clearly they pay me no attention.”

“When they hear ‘the voice’ for the first time, they're going to be running for their lives.” Joe said, referring to the first time he heard it and made sure to stay out of your way for the rest of the day.

“I still to this day have no idea what you are talking about when you say that.”

“It's a voice you make when you get really annoyed. Ask Ja'Marr, he'll back me up.”

“I just think you two are being dramatic.”

“Says the most dramatic person in the room….”

“Husband! Take it back!”

“Nope, it's facts and I'm not going to lie to you.”

All you did was roll your eyes in response as Joe raised his eyebrows at you.

“Don't catch an attitude with me because it's something you didn't want to hear. Fix your face.”

“I'll fix mine if you let me ride yours.”

“I… These pregnancy hormones are giving me a run for my money and got me fighting for my damn life. One thing at a time and let's get your nausea under control first.”

Later on in the day, when Joe was sitting at the island in the kitchen, you went and sat next to him while setting up your phone. He quickly noticed and looked over at you.

“Whatever it is, no.”

“But baby! Pleaseeee?!”

You knew Joe hated being in front of a camera, but you loved doing TikTok challenges with him from time to time.

Sighing and finally giving in, he put his phone down to give you his undivided attention.

“Okay, what are we doing?”

“We listen and we don't judge challenge. I sent you a few so you would have an example to know what to do.”

“Only because it's you. Let's get this over with.”

“Yay! And I want you to go first.” You told him as you pressed record.

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“When I feel like I'm getting sick, I act like I'm so drained so I can't do anything so you'll baby me.” Joe was the first one up and smiled at you when he was finished.

“What the? I baby you anyway! Like 98% of the time.”

“AHT! No judging. You just take it to a different level. Moving on.”

“You are literally MY baby though. My 6’4 baby and I'm 4'11, but who's to say anything about that? I love you bad and I see you're using it to your advantage.”

“To get endless cuddles from my wife? Hell yeah I'm taking advantage of it.”

“Okay, next.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“So after you fall asleep since your bedtime is like 6 pm.. like a grandpa…” You started to say, but was immediately interrupted.

“9 during the season!”

“Stop interrupting me, husband! After you fall asleep, I go and buy things on your phone and make sure to delete the notifications so you don't find out.”

“BABY!”

“HEY! I BUY YOU THINGS TOO!”

“And you hide the packages too because I literally never see any of them.”

“Hmm, maybe.”

“Fine. Keep your secrets.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“When we were at LSU and we were just friends, I memorized your schedule and knew you had a lot of late classes and I would purposely wait for you if it was dark outside to walk you to your car to make sure you were safe. And it gave me a chance to spend more time with you.”

“So, that's why it seemed like you were always around? Aww, you love me!” You told him as you pinched his cheek.

“And don't you ever forget it.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“During last season when I saw you wore THOSE PANTS, yes you know the ones I'm talking about, after I specifically told you not to because they looked crazy and you wore them anyway, you kept asking if I've seen them but I hid them somewhere in our house and they have been hidden for so long that I forgot their location.”

“I LOVE THOSE PANTS, BABE!”

“THEY ARE HIDEOUS, BABY. NO!”

“I'm making it my mission later to find my pants.”

“I know Ja'Marr probably bought you those ugly ass pants.”

“AHT! You're judging!”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“When you're mad at me, I purposely go into the cabinet and make all of the jar lids tighter so you have to come and talk to me.” Joe confessed and you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms at the same time.

“SERIOUSLY? And here I am thinking I'm a weak bitch! I can lift almost as heavy as you can! And a jar lid is what does me in?!?”

“Works every time.”

“I'm going to have to do it myself next time.”

“Like that will ever happen…” Joe said and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“Okay, so….” You started to say as you glanced at Joe and he sighed knowing that something crazy and out of pocket was about to come out of your mouth.

“Oh shit, here we go.”

“Sometimes, I purposely piss you off and I don't know that you know you do this but your voice gets deeper and it turns me on so bad. Like your voice by itself turns me on, but when you get mad, whew. Sign me up for EVERY position. It's happening now and I'm just thinking about it. Gets your girl all hot and bothered.” You quietly said as Joe stared at you since you were now squirming in your chair and trying to keep your legs as tight as possible.

“Are you seriously squirming over there? And I’m not surprised by this in the slightest. Just wait until we're finished with this, I'm about to turn you every way but loose. And hold on! I thought we were keeping this PG!?” He asked as he leaned over and kissed you.

“Don't threaten me with a good time and when are the videos we do ever PG? Especially when it's something like this? And don't get me started because I will literally rip off your clothes at this very moment.”

“Good point and see? And that's why you're pregnant now.”

“Because my husband is fine as hell and I'll fu-” Joe's eyes went wide as he promptly covered your mouth with his hand and in protest, you licked it, making him look at you dumbfounded.

“No! Do not finish that sentence. This is really about to turn into something else if you don't stop. And did you just lick my hand!?”

“I wanna lick something else too, but I'll save that for when we turn the camera off.” You tried to whisper, but failed miserably.

“BABY QUIT IT!” Joe pleaded and all you did was shrug.

“I was like this before you married me and you should have known that once this ring was on my finger, I was about to be ten times worse.”

“Hmm, that's putting it lightly.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“I hide some of your perfumes so that you'll only use my favorite ones that I've bought for you.”

“Babe! How many have you hidden!? And here I am thinking that I've lost them!”

“Hmm, not telling.”

“You're annoying.”

“I'm cute and you love me.”

“Survey says that both of those responses are correct.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“So, when you got hurt during your rookie year, I was watching the game and saw it happen and my heart immediately dropped. Because we literally had an argument hours before that game and we weren't talking and now I think back on it, I had no idea what the argument was about. But, I low-key felt that you getting hurt was somehow my fault. I remember packing my things and getting on a plane and crying the entire way there and I honestly didn't know if you wanted to see me at that point. Because I had sent you a text right before the game and you didn't respond. And to this day, I still feel like that.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before Joe said anything.

“That… baby that wasn't your fault. It was a bad hit. And of course I wanted to see you. You were actually the first person I asked for. I never knew you felt like that.”

“I hate seeing you in pain and I…. I'm about to cry again.”

“I can tell, hormones.” Joe replied as he wiped your eyes for you.

“But I came back from it because of you and how you helped me. You being there was enough. You love me bad, don't you?” He asked as he was trying to get you to smile.

“So much, and you know it.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“Ever since you told me you were pregnant, I watch you until you fall asleep to make sure you’re okay. Doesn't matter how long it takes or if I have to get up early. You're my priority.”

“And, I'm about to cry again. Damn these hormones.”

“You are literally MY person and I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“Ladies, get you a husband who treats you like the queen you are every day because….. shoutout to Jimmy and Robin because the two of them gave me one of the best things that ever happened to me.”

“Wait… ONE of the best things? I'm not THE best thing!?”

“Hmm, you're top five.” You replied as you shrugged.

“Uh? You mean number one?”

“If it makes you feel better, the top five things all have to do with you.”

“That sounds suspicious, but I'll let it slide for now.”

“I love you Joseph Lee Burrow!” You exclaimed as you kissed his cheek and wrapped your arms around him.

“Stop trying to change the subject and I know for a damn fact you didn't just call me by my full name. I get anxious when you do that.”

“Wait, huh?”

“We've gone over this a million times. My name is BABY to you. When it comes to you I don't know who Joseph is.”

“And he calls me the dramatic one.”

[sunlit-mess]

(I'm pretty sure you've seen me spam your notifs I'M NOT STALKING I SWEAR I JUST LOVE YOUR WORKS!!! But I just want to ask)

You're CLEARLY underrated and some of your posts from vent arts said you don't care about relevancy. How do you do that? How do you manage as an artist?

anon thats so.. wow AHHAHAHA anyway-

As I mentioned for a billionth time, I've BURNT OUT ENOUGH.

I'm in-and-out in burnout, recovering from it is always a challenge but there are always lessons from it...

Before, I had always felt inferior even at a young age because I'm the type to have something- but never was acknowledged for it. Life revolved around what others think/what others have and it fed envy so much.

I had tried to keep up with an insane pace, and tried to stay perfect, tried to squeeze out affirmations, like a competition. The toxic part of it is being two-faced with other people's accomplishments/work.

And always feeling, so, so, disappointed that you expect nothing but that: Dissatisfied. It gets tiring, from the feeling of being envious to self-hatred to depression.

2022 and I realized a lot about inferiority. College already greets you with a variety of skillful people, so what will happen if you start working in the creative industry itself?

I degraded, so so much. To a point, I almost gave up on passion and myself. But I kept clinging. I didn't want to be stuck feeling that way with others. Rather, I started to appreciate and be more grateful for the things/reasons that kept me going in the first place, while kinder to others. This 2024, I learned how to let go of what weighs me and restricts me from doing what I like: drawing/creating. I stopped caring about numbers/count, I don't care who sees them, I don't care if others may think badly of it. I am honest with myself and my work while being open-minded to perception. I LOVE and APPRECIATE those who stay as a fellow audience that enjoys the same thing or whatever! I LOVE learning from other people who are more knowledgeable/skillful than me. I LOVE any advice/lessons I get from others. Loved and applied them!

I stopped wallowing in self-pity and just went: nah I'D WIN.

Mentioning this again, pain is where I strive best because it's what I was accustomed to. I learned grit from clinging to the tiniest spark of hope to battle negative thoughts and just kept going.

And until this day, I'm really grateful I'm still here. I can never get anywhere without any of you, and many other reasons I stay determined.

[lara4eclipze]

so I was thinking if you could maybe write a Megan × fem reader where they're Roblox girlfriends and decided to meet up irl (idk I just think it would be so cute haha)

“Roblox?”

— ( 💻 ) "maybe we should meet irl lol" Megan chats , "why not?" you reply

— ( 🎧 ) online dating , fluff , swearing, LEWSERR , cuties , established relationship (girlfriends)

— ( 🎮 ) ackk I love this request!!, it fits Megan so well :)) love you anon!! , made this longer than I expected lololol

stranger danger is something you know and apply in your life — you can never really trust people online especially when you haven't seen how they look or know much about them

but that rule just gets broken whenever you play Roblox , the whole thing of Roblox is meeting and playing games with strangers online

sometimes you're lucky with who you meet but most times not — it was worth the risk for you , instead of getting bored

Mei_Berry05:hii ^^

y/nniee_06: helloo!!

"I love her avatar" you murmur to yourself as she approaches you — your avatar was... something! compared to hers

you were playing adopt me who cares what you wear— but she was cute the way she typed was very nice

Mei_Berry05: can we be friends??

y/nniee_06: yeah sure! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

and just like that you two became friends, over the span of a few weeks she would always match with you—join the games your playing and buy you robux whenever you wanted a gamepass

ding

she was honestly so cute , but you always wondered how she looked like or how she was in real life god knows she might just be a old man behind the screen

∞

a notification rings your cellphone, it was her!, "can we play mimic??" you read her chat — you weren't really that good in horror games but you'll be with her anyways it's okay

y/nniee_06: Sure!!! — I'll just set up my laptop :))

Mei_Berry05: okayy just join me when you're ready

"okay meii" you replied as if she was listening to you , you open your laptop blinded by the screen brightness

you join the game greeted by her jumping and emoting Infront of you , you giggle as you see her reaction

Mei_Berry05: hi!! ^_^

y/nniee_06: heyyoo! , lets play :]

Mei_Berry05: okay follow me

she chats jumping up and down in the game , the game was fun and very hard — you had to repeat the same level almost 7 times , megan practically carried you throughout the game , soon enough you felt very bored of the game the overuse of jumpscares just made you sick of it

Mei_Berry05: wanna play adopt me?

Mei_Berry05: please?? :((

you can practically see her frowning even in real life so you immediately agreed — plus as immature as it sounds you loved adopt me

y/nniee_06: okayy , join me! <3

you type enthusiastically on your laptop , the keyboard was beat up by the amount of times you typed this fast and hard

the game was fun you both scammed some kids , and bought the recent egg the ocean egg , hatched it and got a legendary octopus!

Mei_Berry05: soo can I ask you something?

y/nniee_06: yeahh? why what is it??

Mei_Berry05: can you be my g!rlfri3nd? :>

you were taken a back, maybe because you didn't expect it or more on because you two only knew each other online and it's not even on social media but on roblox

y/nniee_06: YESS!! , so can we? match fits?!?

you chat back smiling to yourself in real life — you wait as she types in chat

Mei_Berry05: YAYY (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ , yes we could match fits!! ### sm

you laugh as her chat gets tagged , it was three letters so probably "ily" i love you , aww

"pulling a girl , but in roblox" you chuckle to yourself , the first relationship you had was built in roblox not only that but in adopt me

weeks and weeks pass by and not a single one ended without you two playing some random game on Roblox sometimes you both just chat about your day— you didn't know much about her other than she was in Hawaii and she loves dancing

∞

Mei_Berry05: I'm actually in LA rn!

y/nniee_06: oogofmdi I live in LA WDYMMM?? UR HERE?

your heart was about to jump out of your chest with how excited you were , were you gonna meet her finally?

Mei_Berry05: maybe we should meet irl!!

y/nniee_06: why not?

and just like that you two started planning where and when you two would meet it was nerve wracking to say the least — you were gonna see your girlfriend! , but you weren't sure if it was safe..

∞

"I'm so nervous what the fuck" you mutter to yourself as you wait for her , you both agreed to meet in the local café near you , you sat down and already ordered a croissant and a iced mocha

everytime someone new entered the cafe your heart raced , but then she walked in — she had this calming and soft aura to herself

"hi! — y/n!!!" she exclaims as you wave your hand at her , she runs up to you hugging you

"hi mei!" you replied back , she was so cute , the slight tint of pink to her cheeks and that cute smile gosh your actually gonna die

you two talk about life and other things laughing at the first time you two met , and how you two were girlfriends in roblox

∞

after a long day you two walk in the breezy night , with ice cream to both your hands , her fingers interlocked with you as if she's afraid you'll float away

"i love you , i really do" megan whispers loud enough for you to hear , "I never would've imagined how much I'll love you more when I met you"

"I love you too—promise me you'll visit me more often 'kay?" you replied as you felt all warm inside a contrast to the cold whether

as you stop in front of the city fountain you lean your head onto her shoulders, enjoying the quiet company she provided, the warmth she made you feel

you look at her , she looks at you her face scrunched up as she tries to analyze what you were thinking — a beat passes by and you meet her lips with yours , hers was sweet and soft it felt right it was right

she smiles into the kiss , and holds onto your nape prolonging it , "I love you" megan mutters your foreheads pressed against each other , "I love you too" you replied

[ram-bles]

Plsplspls daisuke and reader romance hcs and my soul is yours

gn/transmasc whichever you prefer thank you so much

daisuke x reader | headcanons

part 4:

Romance edition

pay up anon 🫴👈 /j no, bc I have notes about this already and I saw you pop up in my notifs.

⚠️: 🔞 gn pronouns and masc pronouns* used, fluff, nothing explicit but there is implied sex (don't worry, it's optional. I put it at the end so you can skip.)

*bonus transmasc!reader category

🌺 Mentioned in a previous post. You fall first, he falls harder. He doesn't even notice until later on when he's doing the most mundane task and he catches himself smiling - "Oh."- while thinking of you. "Shiiiit."

🌺 The D in Daisuke stands for dense. Dense, dense, dense. To be fair, you guys are close and everything you've done together was seen as platonic. Heavy on was.

"Are you really bros if you don't cuddle to sleep?"

🌺 C'mon. He'll treat this like a romance visual novel game and you are the main and only love interest. It makes him less nervous this way.

🌺 Daisuke - for the life of him - could not use endearments. It makes him cringe. Will most likely call you by nickname or dude/bro (gnc).

"Babe... Baby... Honey— PFFT-" "Daisuke." Last name mouthwashing. Followed by whatever his last name was. You gave him a warning tone. "I can't help it!" He stifles his laughter but it turns into a fit of giggles.

🌺 Best friends to lovers is a perfect trope with him. I feel like the confession will come in naturally. You become best friends, blur the lines of platonic and romantic without realizing it, and the next thing you know, you're dating.

🌺 Experience wise? He's had a few relationships in highschool. Doesn't even know if he considers it as a relationship if he were honest. More-so flings.

⚠️ Implied sex. Ignore if uncomfortable.

🌺 If I were to lean more on to his mature side, then maybe things got too intimate. No promises of what happens next, but surely, you'd both question it. Don't get me wrong though, definitely an each other's firsts situation still.

Your sports watch vibrates on the table side, its buzz louder against the surface it was on. Groggily, you sit up, stretching and flinching at how sore you were before orienting yourself, unconsciously tugging the blanket closer to you. The faint sound of the shower beside the shared room reminds you of the events last night and your brain felt like it was about to shortcircuit, thoughts silencing quickly as you hear the bathroom door open, making you snap your head back up and you felt like having another wire shorting in your brain at the sight, but you push it away for now. "Mornin'!" And he says your name so sweetly, enthusiastically. Your heart ached. "I didn't take too long right? Did you just wake up?" Your silence scared him, even more so when you hung your head low. He calls your name. "Did you not like last night? Ah, fuck- Is anything painful? I'm sorry. We don't have to do this again. I'm s—" "Daisuke?" "Y-Yeah? What's up? Seriously, you're worrying me, dude. Did I hurt you?" "What are we?"

[ Bonus: Transmasc!Reader ]

🌺 Seeing your binder for the first time?

You two were back at your shared quarters. The day had just ended and you just wanted to change into your sleepwear and crash. "Dude, that looks uncomfy. You sure it ain't too tight?" "Nah. I made sure it fit. I have looser ones just incase. Don't worry, Dai." You were about to remove it when you notice him staring. Before this, you've been changing in the bathroom already, and at times he'd just turn away when you tell him to. He only realizes when you haven't moved for awhile and he instantly flinches. "Oh, sorry- turning riiiight now!" "We're dating already... It's okay." Plus, totally normal to see dudes topless. He tilts his head curiously as he watches and it would be a lie if it didn't make you slightly conscious of your appearance, but you trust him. The smitten look he has makes you feel better. His eyes dart down to the small dents on your skin left by the band and his hand twitches. "Can I massage it?" "What? My tits?" He calls out your name in mock frustration before laughing. "Y'know what I mean!" "Yeah, yeah. Make some space on the bed then."

🌺 Probably would love pressing the marks away. Also, he gets to cling onto you while at it so win-win right?

🌺 Top scars?

"Duuuuuude. That's sick as fuck." His head was hanging by the edge of the bed, watching you change while upside down. "Hm?" "The scars. How'd you gettem? Don't look like it's from an accident." "... Surgery?" "Oh?" He stays quiet for a moment trying to piece two and two together. You wait for him with an amused expression. "OHHHHHH." Right, he didn't know. "Still sick as fuck though."

🌺 feeling dysphoric? he already treats you like a king, but hopefully you won't get too overwhelmed with his advances when he notices you feeling down.

"hey, handsome." "pretty boy!"

🌺 if he didn't know you were trans and you tell him, he'd be confused but in a way that's like, "I still love you, y'know. That ain't changin'!"

[ Updates: ]

🪓 i'm working on another ask at the moment and it involves a pilot intern!reader. they req afab!reader but it's difficult for me to write femmes and i usually go for gn or transmasc readers :(( I hope that's alright. I can try to make a separate post and do femme pronouns. What do you guys think?

it's going to be longer than my usual posts so it may take some time. so yeah! hopefully the anon who req it sees this.

That's all, thank you for reading!

[it-lives-within-the-dark]

Look, I'm not a Sebaciel shipper. I'm not an anti, but I just read the manga and enjoy what's going on without reading too much into it (I'm also old and come from a time where the master word was "ship and let ship"). And I can tell you, the antis are fucking annoying (it was not that bad in the beginning of the manga/and then anime.... I daresay it was almost non-existent, Sebaciel was almost a given at the time). They're the ones spamming the tags with their hate when I just want to look at fanarts, gifs, edits, analysis, etc.... I swear, I see the Sebaciel posts and it's (most of the time) not those posts written in big font about how a part of the fandoms is crazy or should die or whatever else (and those hate posts can be several times a day, it's exhausting). I could have send it to an anti but they would have dismissed this message as a Sebaciel sending them hate or something and hurled more insults and I'm not in the habit of talking to walls. Anyway, you guys are chills and I'm going to finally blacklist the anti tag, never thought I would see the day.

Hey Nonny!

I agree, it's horrible what fandom spaces have turned into. I gotta say, when I fist saw the notification for an anon ask, my first instinct was that I had finally annoyed the wrong person and gotten my first anon hate message. How happy I was to be proven wrong, but I'm also sad because that is what the current state of fandom has done to us.

I've been in fandom for a long, long time; I grew up reading and writing fanfic in the don't like don't read/no flames/ship and let ship era. However, this is really my first time being an active participant in a fandom community and it sure is...something. But that being said, I also sort of get it. Because I too very nearly fell down into that moral purity cesspool about 10 years ago. It's so easy to fall into when that's what you've either intentionally or unintentionally surrounded yourself with. I was lucky to notice before I got too deeply entrenched in it and stopped looking at that kind of content.

The antis would say differently, but I don't care how someone reads/interprets Sebastian and Ciel's (canon) relationship as long as they have evidence to back up their claims; literature is subjective but that doesn't mean you get to say whatever interpretation you want and have it be valid. (Fanfic is another thing entirely - do whatever the hell you want with them and have fun).

Anyway, all this to say: good for you, Nonny, in taking the appropriate steps to curate your online fandom experiences. Life is too short to purposefully expose yourself to things that upset you or make you angry. I think more people could stand to follow your example.

[zerobaseonefics]

stuck by you from the glue ㅡ park gunwook (requested)

for my dear separation issue anon, i'm sorry it took so long </3

park gunwook x gn!reader

genre : fluff

hearing the multiple notifications on your phone, your eyes fluttered open. when you woke up earlier that day, you realized you were feeling too sick to go the school. you were so tired that you forgot to tell gunwook about it.

gunwook and you were friends. like, really good friends. the type of friends that are always sticking together at school. you two walk to school together, you share the same classes, you eat together, and you go home together. there is not a minute not spent together in the day and you even see each other on the weekends. really good friends, right? good friends can hold hands under the tables, in the streets, on the bus like you do...

good friends can crumble dramatically against your door when you tell them you won't be at school today because you're sick.

gunwook put his phone in the pocket of his jacket, comtemplating the mess he was in (mind you, it was just a school day without you). but gunwook just hated when you were separated for too long, and it was the same for you. at least, you were in the comfort of your bed, but he had to go the school...

gunwook let out a heavy sight, getting up from the doorstep to make is way to school. he walked alone to the bus station, waiting for it. when it came, he find a place, once again alone, and he sat. his friend junhyeon got in at the next stop, making its way to gunwook with a genuine smile.

"where's your soulmate?" asked junhyeon teasingly. dramatically, gunwook let his head bang against the window.

"is this how life is supposed to be...?"

"what? y'all broke up?"

"we were never dating but i feel like they broke up with me today..."

"uh?? damn, i was saying this as joke and didn't expect it to be true. what happened?"

"they are...sick."

junhyeon, who was worried about his friend, was now wearing a straight face. gunwook turned to look at junhyeon when he didn't hear any reactions from him. "what?" he gently asked.

"are you kidding me? they are just sick they didn't give up on you!"

"i still come to school to see them when i'm sick..."

"and that's because you're a freak!" stated junhyeon.

gunwook didn't respond, letting his head fall on junhyeon's shoulder. he closed his eyes to try and get some sleep. junhyeon let him on his shoulder, but didn't stop talking.

"well. you can spend the day with me today."

"you will leave me once taerae comes around."

"no, i'm not like you and y/n... plus, taerae and i are actually just best friends."

"y/n and i are just friends!" said gunwook, pulling away from his friend shoulder.

"because you're scared to ask for more."

gunwook pouted, crossing his arms against his chest. he knew junhyeon was right. but it wasn't the subject for him! the problem here, was that he had to spend an exhausting day at school without you. he absolutly loved junhyeon, but it was not the same as staying with you.

that day went incredibly slow for gunwook. sure, he laughed a lot with junhyeon and taerae. the "you're in love with y/n conversation" didn't come back around because junhyeon tried his best to help gunwook think about something else. but during the lunch time, when gunwook realized he unconsciously looked for your hand under the table, the train of thoughts named you couldn't stop.

"what's wrong gunwook? you don't seem to be with us" asked taerae with an evident worry in his voice.

"oh, nothing. i was wondering if y/n felt better."

junhyeon sighed heavily, realizing his mission have failed. but taerae had a smile on his face. he just find you and gunwook so cute.

"maybe you should text them. they'll probably be happy of hearing from you."

indeed, you was wondering if gunwook was mad at you. how come he didn't text you at all and it was already lunch time? gunwook was actually thinking about texting you the whole morning, but he just didn't want to disturb you. if you were sick to the point you were missing school, he wanted to let you rest.your face lit up when you saw the text. you were craving to be with gunwook as much as him and you were glad he finally texted you.

"why don't you go see them after school? just to say hi. i'm pretty sure it's gonna help them feel better." proposed taerae.

"you think so?"

"yeah! bring them their favorite snack or something."

gunwook saw this as an amazing idea. all the means were good to see you! he feels like he forgot your face since it's been so long... (24 hours he is just a dramatic ahh simp). so, after school, he rushed to the convenient store to buy you you're favorite snack and a little plushy he find there. he felt kind of nervous for some reasons. what if you rejected him? what if you didn't want to see him...

what are you on, gunwook? it's not like you're gonna confess, right? you're just... checking up on them.

soon enough, he ended up in front of your door. gunwook tapped on his own shoulder to give himself comfort, before knocking three times on the door. your parent came to open.

"oh! gunwook, you're here. how are you doing?"

"hello! i'm fine, i wanted to check on y/n, actually"

"this is gonna be such great news for them! they complained about not seeing you today"

"r-really?"

your parent only nodded with a smile, letting gunwook in. no, he was not blushing, his cheeks were rosy because of the cold weather. that's it.

he made his way to your room, knocking gently with anticipation.

"yes?"

"y/n, can i come in?"

"gunwook?"

he heard a loud noise in behind the door, and loud footstep rushing somewhere. after a few seconds, gunwook dared to ask again.

"uh... you're good? i heard noise? can i come in?"

"y-yes you can!"

hesitantly, he opened the door to find your room completly in the dark. you were tucked in bed.

"were you sleeping?"

"uh, yes."

you were absolutly not sleeping. you just rushed to pull down the certains because you didn't want him to see the way you looked right now.

"i'm sorry to disturb you then, i just wanted to see you... i bought you something!"

he made his way to your bed, sitting next to you on the corner. gunwook gave you the back with what he brought for you. "you didn't have to..." you shyly mumbled as you took out the surprise. your eyes widened when you saw your favorite snack and the cute plushie he just bought you. "that's so sweet! thank you"

"y/n why are you still in the dark, it's too late for that!" your parent entered the room and went to your curtains, pulling them to let the light enter in your room. gunwook was glad to finally see the face you were hiding for him, while you felt the whole contrary. your parent didn't say much more, leaving the room and closing the door behind them.

gunwook could see you were sick and in bed the whole day. you were still wearing pajamas, your hair were messy, and you had dark circles. gunwook scrutinized your face with a tiny smile he was restraining, and you felt uneasy at the idea of him finding you ugly. to your surprise, gunwook took your hand in his.

"how do you manage to look good when you're sick" he sighed. "what?" you said.

"i said you look good."

feeling your cheeks warm up, you let go of his hand and lied back under the blanket, hiding your face up until your eyes. gunwook chuckled.

"you're all red. is it the fever?" he asked, taking his hand to your forehead.

"yeah, it must be it... anyway, how was today?"

"terribly long." he simply said.

"you missed me?" you asked in a singing tone.

"you wouldn't believe me! i was eating lunch with taerae and junhyeon and i was looking for your hand before realizing you're not here."

you laughed the nervousness away.

"oh, you're being dramatic." you stated.

"i'm not. did you not miss me too?"

you simply nodded to say yes, too shy to say it out loud. gunwook smile widened, and he dared to sneak his hand under your blanket to take your hand again. he gently pulled it out of under the blanket to drag it to his mouth, planting a soft kiss.

"you better recover soon, i hate it when you're not here."

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hiya sex witch! i'm (afab) on the birth control pill and my bf (amab) has been also not finishing inside me when we have sex, as an extra precaution. i know neither of these are foolproof but this is how we've agreed to minimize the risk of me getting pregnant. however, i know he wants to finish inside of me really badly, and i am wondering how to best minimize the risk. i've been looking into getting a hormonal implant or using internal condoms? (condoms are off the table at the moment since they prevent my partner from reaching orgasm - and i know some people will say he's lying but i do believe him, we've tried). do you know if these methods would increase or decrease my risk of getting pregnant? and do you know why the only FDA approved internal condom is prescription-only, and if other more easily attainable ones are dangerous? thank you so much, your blog has been super helpful over the past few years for me!

hi anon,

awesome questions! thank you for your curiosity!

birth control is always more effective when you use more than one method. (note: this does not include using an external condom with an internal condom; don't do that. they'll chafe against each other and both become less effective.) if external condoms for your partner are off the table, using internal condoms with another type of birth control would be a really smart alternative.

implants and IUDs are a great option for this particular situation, since they have the highest success rate of any birth control currently available (short of sterilization or abstinence). there's no such thing as birth control that's 100% effective, but IUDs and implants are usually a pretty reliable 99. used in tandem with any type of condom, your odds of unwanted pregnancy are going to be extremely low.

okay, so, why are FC2 internal condoms so hard to get ahold of if they're so great? the extremely short version is that several years ago the company that manufactures them decided to pull the condoms from pharmacies and make them prescription-only with the justification that the Affordable Care Act would make prescription condoms cheaper for anyone with insurance, as well as expressing hope that doctors prescribing internal condoms would raise awareness of the product. FC2 does make it somewhat simple to get a prescription through their own website in theory, albeit with a consultation fee and, currently, a notification that you might be boned if you're insured through Medicaid, which I'm sure is great for expanding the accessibility of their product.

it should be noted that local health centers and LGBT resources centers are more than willing to give internal condoms out without a prescription; I know my local HIV testing site was more than happy to give out their stock of internal condoms to anyone who wanted them until they ran out. if any cis, straight person reading this is interested in pursuing this route but feels weird about potentially accessing an LGBT center when you're not part of the community: trust me, we want y'all to have safer sex, too. please, anyone and everyone, call around and check with your local resources to see if they can help you out.

as for internal condoms manufactured by other brands, I'm afraid I can't attest to their quality. I'm not saying they aren't safe, only that they haven't been subjected to FDA regulations and I lack enough information to make an informed recommendation for or against. internal condoms as a whole are still really under-researched; even in the case of FC2 condoms, for instance, there's still a real lack of data regarding their effectiveness in preventing the transmission of STIs. if you're passionate about exploring this route, I strongly recommend doing as much of your own research as possible to make the most informed decision possible to decide if other brands are the right pick for you.

[zoeykallus]

Important for requesting people...

Okay, I thought about this for a while, and I've decided something.

I get tons of requests, many of them downright praising my work, before asking their request. I'm flattered, very much so, I can't even put into words how overwhelmed I sometimes feel, because of all the requests flooding in (In a good way, because it's super flattering and sometimes in a bad way, because I always worry about not having enough time and being too slow. I know some of you were used to me writing every day, sometimes multiple things a day. But nowadays days I work three jobs and I just can't do it daily anymore without burning out). However, there is something that would be much more important to me.

Now comes the downside of what I have to tell you. If you send me a request, Non-Anon, asking me to do something for you (which I'm usually happy to do), but I can't find your name in my notification list even once in the last four weeks because you haven't liked anything of mine, let alone reblogged it, I won't even think about fulfilling your request. I'm not asking for anything except the occasional reblog. That's not too much to ask, is it?

Now, how, or why, did I come to this conclusion?

Pretty simple. I looked through the last 35 requests I received, and I saw a few names that didn't ring a bell at all. Requesting peeps that were praising me to the heavens, telling me they read everything I write/wrote (you don't have to do that, by the way). And out of curiosity, I went to my desktop PC, went through my notifications, checking it thoroughly for those names, in the period of the last four to six weeks. No notifications, nor reblog, no comment, not even a like. Don't get this wrong, I wasn't angry, but I felt disappointed, maybe even a bit deceived. I thought, why should I consider working on those (some of them quite extensive) requests, when I get nothing back?

Of course, I also make Anon requests, as I'm sure you've seen, and more than a few of those. So of course I can't keep track of that. I get that some peeps are just shy and that's totally okay, that's why I trust my anons and give them the benefit of a doubt, so to speak.

Just a reblog, that's all I'm asking for. (Or at least a like) Because that's what's actually keeping me doing this stuff, seeing that it was worth the time I spent doing it, seeing that people really read it. Now, before any of you start making any comments about ego. It's more about limited time, because as an adult in the middle of life, with three jobs, you just like to see that the things you do for others in your spare time are appreciated or liked in some way. It just makes us writers feel good and not lose the desire to write. I'd even say it should be common courtesy on tumblr.

Don't get me wrong, I have so much love for you guys, I love requests. Furthermore, I'm grateful for your input, your ideas, that you are feeding me with inspiration for my passion to write. I'm just talking about one hand washing the other. Mutual respect, we can all benefit from this, one way or another. You don't need to butter me up, just a friendly hello before you make your request and the occasional reblog will do, and I'll gladly fulfill your HC/Drabble/One-Shot wishes in the fanfiction section. Honestly, I'd rather have your reblog/or comment on one of my works, than a four sentence long praise in your request 😅😉

Love, Zoey

💚

[andreafmn]

well hello there!! i read 'In the heat of the moment' AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE. I LOVED IT 😭😭

i came here to make a request, but if you feel uncomfortable doing it you can just skip it !!! 🧸

ok picture this. neteyam and lo'ak had been pining after you for a while, competing between them to see who is the best 'suitor' for you. but both of them are such skxawngs and cowards so they always leave you alone and needy. so, tired of his sons being fools, jake decides to take the matter into his own hands and teaches them how to fuck u 😵‍💫🤌🏻

ok I'm out of my mind here, i hope you would consider to write thiss. you're incredible!! thanks for u writing 😋 (btw sorry for my broken english, it's not my first lenguaje)

Word Count: 5.2K

Story Description: (Y/N)'s heart is being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, having Neteyam as her mate seems like an obvious and practical decision. But on the other, choosing Lo'ak guarantees a life of exhilarating adventure. Still, the only thing they have in common is how they leave her high and dry on multiple occasions. Until Jake Sully becomes tired of his sons' behaviors and gives (Y/N) what she wants.

A/N: If you didn't know, now you know. I take forever to write because life and the brain get in the way. But I still try my hardest to release them as fast as I can.😅 though I hope you enjoy and that I did your request honor, anon. It was very fun to write. My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing🥺👉👈. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

Warnings: SMUT(+18, minors DNI), p in v sex, public sex (voyeur), semi-public sex, fingering, not mentioned cheating

All characters are of age/over 18

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For the Rest of Time

If there was anything that (Y/N) had an excess of, it was attention. No matter where she was, eyes followed her. Whether it was older clan members hoping she’d be the mate of one of their children, other girls envious of her natural allure, or boys who wanted merely a second of her time. 

The Sully boys were not immune to this. 

Since they were children, Neteyam and Lo’ak Sully had grown attached to the girl. Wherever she was, the duo was surely close behind. Always promising one day one of them would be her mate.

Though she always brushed them off, as she grew older the proposals became more serious. No longer were they kids pretending to play house, they had to think about their future and the future of the tribe. Their decisions were not a game anymore. Especially when it came to matters of the heart… and the body. 

It was true that the Na’vi mate for life. Their mind, body, and soul are intertwined with one person in this life and the beyond. One person for eternity. This meant that in the fight between Lo’ak and Neteyam Sully, only one could prevail. And it did not help that (Y/N) could not decide which. 

There was Lo’ak. The boyish and reckless younger brother that took life a little too unseriously. He was the easy choice. The younger Sully didn’t have the fate of the clan riding on his shoulders and it allowed him to be carefree. Which meant that she could lead an easier life with him. Little to no expectations but a whole lot of adventure and fun. 

With him, she would be allowed to make mistakes and walk down a path without expectators. (Y/N) wouldn’t have the pressure of being the next tsahik, of being perfect. 

Then there was Neteyam. The perfect soldier, the confident leader, the future Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan was everything she wanted and more. He was the prudent choice. Being with him would give her standing and respect merely by being next to him. He was gracious and responsible, caring and respectful. Neteyam was everything any parent would have wanted for their child. 

He had been her first kiss too. Being younger and inexperienced, they didn’t understand much of the stirrings that were waking inside them. But they did know that the fluttering in their hearts meant something, that it meant they felt something for each other. 

Neteyam had taken the lead, cupping her face gingerly and placing his lips softly on hers. It had been short and sweet but everything she had imagined. Their excited tails tangled together and their hearts raced. At that moment, she had been sure that Neteyam would be it for her. 

But, as they grew, and she started spending more time with Lo’ak when Neteyam was busy with his training, the same stirrings started to form with him. He knew how to make her feel light, to enjoy every moment as it happened with no regard for the future. 

The first time they kissed, they had burst out in a chain of laughter as they bumped noses, then teeth, and after when (Y/N) accidentally split his lip with her canine. It had been just as sloppy and carefree as they were when together. 

Both boys stood at opposite ends of the spectrum and it had her reeling. If she made the wrong decision, her life could turn out completely different. 

The brothers knew of the other’s intentions with (Y/N) though. It wasn’t hard to tell. The way they both gravitated toward her, fighting each other to spend the most time with her. 

Still, one thing they shared was how much of an unknowing tease they each were to her. In more ways than one. The brothers were each, in their own way, leading the girl on. On too many occasions, they started something they never knew how to finish. 

“Neteyam!” (Y/N) exclaimed as the older Sully wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind. “You can’t do that.”

“You know you always have to be aware of your surroundings, ma (Y/N),” he chuckled close to her ears. “Although, with me around, you never have to worry about anything or anyone getting close enough to you.” 

The sound of his voice reverberated through her body, sending sparks coursing through her veins. She could feel his muscles clench against her back, his arms — strong and defined — protectively tight against her. His warm breath grazed her skin, his mouth only centimeters away from her flickering ears. His tail wrapped around her legs, providing no escape from his embrace. 

Yet, what had her panting and warming the pit of her stomach was what she could feel pressed against her backside. 

Through the fabric of their loincloths, (Y/N) feel the hardness of his length pushing against her. Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed just how warm his skin felt against hers. It seeped through her skin, making her ache almost unbearably. 

“You know that, right, syulang?” Neteyam whispered against her ears, his lips ghosting over the skin. “I would never let anyone hurt you.” 

“Am I under threat at the moment?” 

Her hands skimmed the length of his arms, her fingers tracing every inch of blue skin. She learned every line, every white spot, every vein on it. It was the most intricate work of art she had laid her eyes on. 

“No,” he chuckled softly. “Because I am here.”

“My hero,” she smiled. She leaned into his touch, wondering just how far they could push each other. Neteyam groaned against her ear, closing his eyes as her hips pressed onto his erection. (Y/N) could only smile at his reaction. “I know I will always be safe with you.” 

They stood pressed against each for a moment, testing just who would break first. Their arms laced together, their skin kissing, their hearts racing. Maybe that was the night they would give in to each other, maybe that was the night their bodies for their wishes. 

“Neteyam!” Eyapaxi, one of his friends, called. They jumped away from each other like their skin had turned to fire. “Yo, Neteyam! Your dad is looking for you!”

“I’ve got to go,” he turned to her, disappointment furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” she smiled softly. “Go. Your dad’s waiting.” 

He kissed her lips quickly and disappeared in a jog into the foliage. And she was left, with wetness pooling between her legs and a hunger building inside her. 

It wasn’t the first nor the last time Neteyam had left her with wanton need. He would touch her, kiss her, hold her, tease her… but never more. And she wanted more. 

His brother followed suit in leaving her high and dry. Because if Neteyam did something, it was highly probable that Lo’ak was close behind. 

He pecked her face teasingly, his hands gripping the sides of her face gingerly and his own face adorned with a goofy smile. They shared laughter as Lo’ak used his lips to map her face — forehead then cheeks, eyes then nose, the corners of her mouth then her chin. 

“Lo’ak,” she chuckled. “Don’t slobber my face.” 

“I’m not,” he laughed in response. “Just showing you what I can do with my lips.”

“Oh, is that all they can do?” 

The boy only grinned in response. His kisses grew deeper, harsher against her skin. He traveled down her face, attaching his lips to her neck. Searching. 

But it didn’t take long for him to find the treasure he was looking for. He knew her as well as his brother did. He knew just where that spot on her neck was that would make her say,

“Lo’ak,” she gasped. Her head fell to the side, allowing him better access to the skin of her neck. “What’re you doing? Anyone could see us.” 

“Are you really worried that anyone could see us?” Lo’ak whispered against her ear. “Or are you worried Neteyam will?” 

“You should be the one worried about that,” she purred in response. “If Nete catches you with your hands on me I’m sure he’ll more than likely fight you.” 

“Let him try,” he mumbled against her ear. “He can’t touch me as long as I’m with you. Has to prove just how perfect of a guy he is.” 

“So honorable of you,” (Y/N) chuckled. But it was quickly drowned by a moan that escaped her lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Lo’ak. Please.” 

“I know I can finish it,” he growled. His lips continued their attack on her neck, sucking and nipping at her blue skin as his hands raised to explore her breasts under her necklace. “Do you think you could handle it, though?” 

“Oh, I know I could.” 

She turned suddenly, crashing her lips onto his, savoring the taste of his mouth. Their hands gripped at each other's bodies, exploring the expanse of their skins. Maybe that would be the night they could take that next step. Just maybe it would be Lo’ak that would one day claim her as his mate. 

“LO’AK!” Neytiri’s voice rang out through the trees. “LO’AK, COME HOME THIS INSTANT!” 

“What did you do?” (Y/N) gritted her teeth, sucking in a breath. 

“May have ridden my ikran past a place I shouldn’t have,” he confessed. “I guess I should go then.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” 

“Next time,” he said before kissing her cheek and disappearing toward his angry mother’s voice. 

“Skxawng,” she muttered under her breath with a chuckle. Because a laugh was all she could muster as she was left with a wetness between her legs and a tight coil in the pit of her stomach threatening to burst. 

More moments like these followed as neither brother ever had the courage to go any further. With every excuse possible, whether intentional or not, she was always left in a state of arousal with nothing but herself to take care of. It wasn’t what her body yearned for, but it was what she had at the moment. 

She couldn’t blame just the brothers. It was on her as well that her heart couldn’t make up its mind about who she wanted. Her body yearned and ached for them both, her heart pattered at the same beat for them as well. It was complicated and confusing, but they didn’t make it any easier. 

With their constant promises and unfulfilled wishes, it was hard for her to go on. Everything they did, everything they said, only aided in jumbling her thoughts and her feelings. She needed easier. She wanted Eywa to reveal to her what the right decision would be. To reveal which was the path her future had been carved for. 

Maybe it was delusion. Or maybe it was faith. But (Y/N) desperately needed someone else to decide what her fate should be. Because she had no idea what the correct answer was. She loved Neteyam and she loved Lo’ak, each in their own way, but just as strong. 

And so did they. 

As much as the brothers wanted their situation to magically resolve itself, it wasn’t going to. Their competitiveness would never allow either of them to concede. If there was anything both of the boys had in common, it was their stubbornness. They were hard-headed and always had an undeniable need to best the other. Neteyam couldn’t let his little brother have (Y/N)and vice versa. 

Yet, the one that seemed to be caught in the sibling crossfire was (Y/N). Often, she was left hot and bothered after an encounter with either of the boys. Even when it was the three of them, they seemed more interested in proving to each other which of them was the perfect suitor for her rather than proving it to her. 

Much like that night. 

The three of them had settled at a clearing they frequented. It was an area not many knew of and it gave them plenty of privacy to discuss their futures out loud. Or much rather, allowed Neteyam and Lo’ak to engage in an avid discussion regarding who would become (Y/N)’s mate in the near future. 

As she sat on a nearby rock, the brothers engaged in a hearty discussion about the same topic they loved to fight about the most. (Y/N). It had started amicably. A couple of jokes and painless jabs at each other, but had quickly turned into a kind of heated conversation. 

“Come on, little bro. You know you could never be man enough for (Y/N),” Neteyam quipped at his brother. “You don’t have the right package to satisfy her.” 

“And you do? Riding around on a Pa’li all day cannot be good for your… nether regions. Wouldn’t surprise me if you couldn’t even get it up.” 

“Oh, it works just fine. Doesn’t it, (Y/N)?” The question was directed to her, but it wasn’t for her. It was a way to show Lo’ak just how far he’d gotten with her. And though he wanted for his little brother to be the only one affected, it sent a wave of warmth to her core. The memory alone of the many times she had been witness of just how well it did work, flooded her. “And I know it would leave her perfectly content. Can’t say the same for you though. Might just be a little in more than your age, bro.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Neteyam. Ain’t that right, (Y/N)?” Once more, a question that only worked to keep the warmth between her legs growing wetter. As moments flashed before her eyes, her body reacted. “She knows just how well I know her and her body, and what I can do with mine. And, unlike you, I have enough time to spare for her.” 

“You really think time here is an issue? Though, I guess if you only last a couple of minutes, anyone has enough time.” 

“A couple of minutes are better than a few seconds. And something tells me that’s all you can last. What with all the energy you waste during the day.” 

As the brothers kept bickering with each other, reminding the other just how close they had gotten to (Y/N) both physically and emotionally, they were only growing the girl’s arousal. Each moment they inconspicuously brought up trying to tear the other down worked only to build the already intense fire that had been born in the pit of her stomach. 

Once that match had been struck, it was near impossible to smother that flame. Her breathing had become ragged as warmth grew inside her body, her skin growing dark as blood rushed through her veins. She knew it wasn’t the time nor the place – not when the three of them were there – but she couldn’t help the flooding between her legs as desire overtook her. Sure, she had a conflicted heart, but her body was anything but. 

In the midst of the discussion, none of the people present noted the figure that lingered in the shadows. But soon enough, they would all have a night they would never forget. 

***

Jake Sully had been in search of his sons for the better part of the afternoon. The moment for Neteyam to choose his mate was approaching and it was time for him to make up his mind. Jake and Neytiri could only provide him with what options were most suitable for him, but ultimately they wanted him to choose someone he loved. 

It had not gone unnoticed his affinity for (Y/N). The way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke about her, the way he’d become elated whenever she was around regardless of his mood, the way he looked at her. He’d seen that stare before. A longing gaze that was laced with need. 

But he knew of Lo’ak’s infatuation for the girl as well. Everyone knew how the Sully brothers both longed for (Y/N). How, when they had all come of age, they’d been fighting and bickering about who would end up with her. How they were both chasing her but neither had made the first step. 

At least no first step to claiming her. The older Sully knew of every other action they had done – nothing was truly secret in the village. He knew of every moment they had winded her up and left her high and dry. He knew what they whispered in the dark about her, what they imagined they could do to the girl. Yet, it seemed they were more engrossed in bickering with each other than actually taking her. 

He knew just how frustrated she was. Every time she’d leave one of his sons, he could smell it on her. Her scent danced its way into his nostrils, igniting something in him that hadn’t been set alight in more than a decade. It was an animalistic instinct that filled his entire being. 

Much like that night, he knew that if he couldn’t find his sons, they were more than likely with (Y/N). He’d asked around the village for anyone that had a clue as to where the boys could be. He visited every area they frequented. He even checked where the ikrans rested, but both Neteyam’s and Lo’ak’s were there. Every search came up futile. 

There was only one spot he had yet to verify. The clearing none of them thought Jake knew existed. But after one too many times of his kids and (Y/N) disappearing, Jake had followed them once and encountered the area. 

He made his way down the secluded path. The light from his steps disappeared as he walked further into the forest. He was careful with his walk, not wanting to alert them of his presence too quickly. 

As he got closer, Jake could faintly hear the sound of his sons’ voices bickering about their favorite topic. It made the man chuckle slightly, knowing the conversation would ultimately end the same way it did. Unless he did something about it. 

Jake lingered back once he reached the clearing, taking in the situation he was presented with. 

His sons were recalling certain moments, implying just how far they had gotten physically with (Y/N). Between kisses and touches, they boasted about how intimate they each had been with her. They were focused on making each other feel small and had completely ignored the third person present. 

(Y/N) was breathing heavily. Her hands roamed her neck in an attempt to cool herself down. She clenched her thighs and bit her bottom lip, her tail swishing in a frenzy. 

Even from that far away, he could smell her. He could tell she was needy. Her scent was evident in that. Still, his sons were too focused on fighting each other that they could not see what they were doing to the girl. They didn’t know what she needed. 

At that moment, something took over him. Call it lust, call it a trigger, call it his animal instinct. But he slyly moved closer to (Y/N), making sure his presence would be a surprise until the last second. 

Before she could understand what was happening, Jake pressed himself against her and snaked his arms around her body. One of his hands landed on her throat, whilst the other slithered past her loincloth. 

Between her legs, he found precisely what he had imagined. She was warm and wet, needing any type of touch. Her breath hitched in her throat as soon as his hand made contact with the bundle of nerves that lived at the top of her folds. 

He could tell she was nervous, not knowing who it was behind her, but she melted into the touch she so 

needed. 

“Shhh,” he cooed into her ear. “Just enjoy yourself, baby girl.” 

She recognized the voice instantly. It was hard not to. She’d heard that voice every day of her life, she knew just who it belonged to. 

(Y/N) should have jumped away at the first moment. She should have put some distance between her and Jake and alerted the brothers to their father’s presence and actions. 

Instead, she lost herself in the way his fingers circled her clit. He rolled the bud between his digits, using her own wetness to glide over her. She swallowed the sound that wanted to stream out, not wanting Neteyam or Lo’ak to look over at her. 

As their voices drowned out in her head as it grew hazy, she believed she would be able to have what she had been yearning for without anyone noticing. 

But as Jake kept stimulating her and building her arousal, she knew it would become harder and harder to hold back. She dug her nails into the arm that held her still by her neck, her mouth falling open as she let out deep breaths. 

There was a tightening in the pit of her stomach that was growing, clawing its way around her body. It took over her lungs, it took over her vocal cords, it took over her warmth, and it took over her arousal. 

“Are you that desperate, baby girl?” Jake chuckled against her ear. “You’re close. I can tell, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Let them know.” 

(Y/N) panted, feeling the pressure growing inside her. She wanted to keep quiet. She wanted to leave the situation satisfied and unscathed. But it was impossible. Once her climax burst, a loud moan escaped her throat. 

Lo’ak and Neteyam’s heads snapped to the sound, unsure why (Y/N) had let out such a sound. 

“What the FUCK?!” Lo’ak screamed. 

“What are you doing, dad?” Neteyam added. “(Y/N), you okay?” 

The girl couldn’t answer. Jake hadn’t stopped his movement as she came down from her orgasm. Her eyes were tightly shut, her chest rising and falling at the quickness of her breath. 

“I’m doing what you boys have not been able to do,” Jake grinned. “Haven’t you noticed just how needy you always leave our sweet (Y/N)?” 

“But, dad…”

“Tell me, Neteyam, do you know what’s the most important area to pay attention to on a woman’s body?” The boy kept quiet. “Lo’ak, do you know what you have to do to make her cum?” Another silent response. “Do either of you know what it takes to give her earth-shattering pleasure?” 

“No,” the boys softly muttered. 

“Then you’re gonna sit there and keep quiet,” Jake commanded. “Tonight you’ll learn just what you have to do. Maybe then you’ll be able to decide who the better mate for (Y/N) is. Because it, unfortunately, can’t be me.” 

He turned her head, easily maneuvering her body, taking her lips in his. In the suddenness, (Y/N) let out a gasp that pushed her mouth open. Jake used that surprise to slip his tongue in. He held the lead in the kiss, her inexperience evident at that moment. 

She let out soft whines. The roughness of the kiss took her aback, but she couldn’t help the way her body was feeling. There was a thrilling excitement to having her first time with the Jake Sully. Her Olo’eyktan, Toruk Makto, the father of the men she loved. It was nothing as she had imagined, but it was exhilarating nonetheless. 

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he murmured against her lips. “Do you want this quickly, or the slow and lengthy way?” 

“Quickly,” she pleaded. “I need to feel you now.” 

A deep laugh left Jake’s throat, making his chest rumble. He attached his lips to (Y/N)’s neck at the same time her slipped two digits into her entrance. The hasty invasion of his fingers made the girl gasp a breath mixed with pain and pleasure. 

He was slow at first, letting her body adjust to the stretch. “I know it hurts, baby girl,” he told her. “But you wanted quick and I need to at least spread you enough.” 

She couldn’t talk, too enthralled in the feeling of having something inside her. So, she simply nodded. She let out a whimper every time he thrust his fingers into her, but they slowly transformed into moans as her body grew used to the way the digits spread her open. (Y/N)’s arm flew back, finding the hair on Jake’s nape, using it as leverage to push him deeper into her skin. Much like his sons, he had found that spot that made her want to scream out. The same sons they had completely forgotten about. 

As his speed grew and he pistoned deeper into her, he curled the ends of his fingers to stimulate that spongy area that held the most amount of nerve endings. It drew more and more sounds from her throat, a melody that encouraged Jake to keep going. 

She could feel herself growing close already, knowing what was coming. But she had not anticipated for the man to add his thumb into the mix, rolling her swollen clit with the digit. It had her coming undone in his arms one more time, his name falling from her lips. 

“You did so good, baby girl,” Jake boasted. “Are you ready for your reward?” After she softly nodded, he continued. “Turn to face me, then. Straddle my lap.” 

(Y/N) did as told as she turned her body. A shade of purple flooded her face as she stared into Jake’s eyes for the first time that night. He smiled kindly at her as he brushed stay hairs from her face. Under the light of the bioluminescent flora of Pandora, she looked entrancing, an esoteric vision in his eyes. 

His lips met hers once more, this one softer but just as filled with passion. The hand that had been on her throat now cradled her cheek, his thumb caressing the skin of her cheekbone. It was a comforting and caring touch that appeased them both. 

With his free hand, he guided her body where he wanted her. She placed a leg on either side of him, her knees pillowed by the plush moss on the rock. Jake sat comfortably under her, pushing his loincloth aside and revealing his length. 

The girl couldn’t help the gasp that left her mouth as she gawked at his member. It was bigger than she could have ever imagined, even in girth. A surprising sight, just like everything had been at that point. 

“Don’t worry, baby girl. It’ll fit,” he grinned. “Do you trust me?” 

“Yes,” she breathed. “I trust you.” 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, their chests pressed together as she stabilized herself with his body. She spent every second staring into Jake’s yellow eyes, finding the way the light danced in the amber of his pupils a far more interesting sight than anything else around. 

He reached under her, grasping his cock with his hand, lining himself up with her entrance. He guided her down, slowly until he was sheathed completely inside her. Her warmth and tightness enveloped him, embracing all that he was. She let out a loud mewl, laced with hurt and delight as he felt him impale her. 

It took her a second for her body to start moving. The stretch was almost unbearable and incomparable to the spread his fingers gave her. Still, as uncomfortable as she might have felt in the beginning, she couldn’t help the rush of pleasure that overtook her once her insides got used to the feeling of him. 

With the aid of his hands, (Y/N) started to bounce on Jake’s lap. With her arms still firmly grasped around his neck, she allowed her hips to move instinctively. She gyrated them and sank on him as she started the chase of her release – of his release. Even if she had no idea what she was doing, she knew it felt good. 

And she could tell it felt good for Jake as well. As his throat expelled guttural moans, his own hips raised to meet hers. The sound of skin slapping onto skin echoed through the clearing, reaching the twitching ears of Neteyam and Lo’ak – the forgotten boys. 

Still sitting in the spots they had been from the beginning, the Sully boys’ eyes were trained on the scene unfolding in front of them. As much as they wanted to turn their heads and pretend it wasn’t happening, they couldn’t stop the way their bodies reacted. Each of them fought against their urges as best as they could, but it was too much. Before they knew it, they were palming themselves through their loincloths, the pressure that was building threatening to burst. 

Each of the boys let their imaginations run wild, dreaming it was them under (Y/N). In their heads, it was their hands roaming her body. It was their lengths buried deep inside her, feeling her wetness and her warmth. It was their noses breathing in her scent. It was their tails wrapped around the other’s bodies. 

But it was Jake the one that was enjoying (Y/N)’s body, taking her first time from anyone else. He was the one that was kissing her lips now, kissing her jaw and her neck. He was the one that could feel her tightening around him, he was the one who’d be able to claim the first release of seed inside her. The only claim he’d ever have over her. 

“I’m close, baby girl,” he grumbled against her ears. “I can tell you are as well.” 

She nodded promptly, taking her bottom lip between her canines as she felt the tight coil in her stomach for a third time. (Y/N) couldn’t last much longer, her body sensitive from the past two climaxes. A couple of calculated thrusts and she was letting out a yell of ecstasy as she released against his length.

Jake kept pistoning into her as she rode out her end, chasing his own. But as she clenched once more around him, he felt himself burst inside her, his seed mixing with her own release. 

(Y/N) slumped against him as exhaustion overtook her. A mix of overwhelming pleasure and tiredness rushed through her body. As Jake exited her, she felt a harrowing emptiness, and the fatigue was magnified. 

He cradled her body closer, brushing her hair out of her face and allowing her body to rest. He smiled down at her resting face, admiring how her eyes fluttered closed. He was satisfied and so was she. That’s all he could’ve asked for. 

“Now, boys,” Jake grinned. “Instead of fighting each other about who would be the better mate for (Y/N), I think it’s time you showed her. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, sir,” they choked out as they tried to conceal their own releases with their hands. 

“I know it will be hard to ever best what I’ve done,” he chuckled. “But it’s about time your actions started matching your words. At the end of the day, only one of you will have her for the rest of time. Me, I had her tonight.”

Taglist: @uwunuggetchan @ellabellabus07 @sweetllamaparadise @crazy4books1 @jake-sullys-whore @saltedcoffeescotch Thought y'all might enjoy this 😉

[taeraeszn]

hiii i know your rqs are closed but i wanted to put this in your inbox before i forgot/lost your account.

the headcannons u made on zb1 missing their date.. can you do an extension of yujins where he makes it up to you?

abs fine if you dont wanna do it but id love to see how youd write it 🫶

(if u do end up doing it, pls write yujin being a bit bold. or asking his hyungs for help. hes always written so shy in the other ones 😅)

when zb1 misses a date - yujin extension

hi anon <3 i thought i could write something quickly for you as i've never gotten an ask like this! i actually had to look back at what i wrote bc i forgot what i had written for yujin lol. enjoy!!

link to original

"i feel like the worst.." yujin mumbled while sitting his bed. gyuvin who was laying next to him sat up while comforting him.

"don't worry. i'm sure they forgive you. their coming here today right?" he nodded then checked his phone, seeing a notification from you on kakaotalk. in the message you were informing yujin of what time you'd be there at, three.

"do you think they'd be okay with just watching something inside with some snacks and drinks?"

gyuvin took a bite of the popcorn that just came fresh out of the microwave, "yeah indoor dates are cute...hey, these taste really good!"

as time was ticking till your arrival, gyuvin ended up leaving and yujin had the entire afternoon to himself. his family would also be out leaving the house to the two of you.

the doorbell rang and terry rushed to the door, jumping in excitement. he took a deep breath in and opened the door to reveal you standing you. terry pounced in excitement and you picked them up (idk terry's gender forgive me).

"hi terry!" you greeted, petting their head gently. as you put them down, you faced yujin.

"hi..." you said to your boyfriend, he smiled, "hi, did you get here safely?" you nodded then making your way inside and to his living room.

"yeah the bus was a bit crowded but otherwise it was fine." yujin guided you to his couch and you sat down with the blanket over top of you, terry also decided to accompany the two of you. you took notice of the drinks and snacks on the coffee table.

"i know i already said it but i'm sorry, i still really guilty about it. i wanted to make up for what happened so i brought all of your favourite snacks and drinks. i want today to be better. we can do whatever you want today, this is your day."

you were surprised at yujin's forwardness but appreciated the effort he put into making this day special. without words, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

"i'm so happy you all of this for me yujin! you didn't have to though. honestly just doing nothing with you is all i need." he quickly turned on netflix to look through some k-drama's to watch.

"y'know what.." he handed the remote to you, "choose what you want to watch." he scooched a bit closer to you and gently held your hand.

"oh-what? really?"

"for sure." you grabbed a handful of popcorn then scrolled through the selection, eventually picking one. as it began playing, silent embraced the two of you but however you enjoyed it. this was the best type of date to make up for yesterday.

but just then.."(name)." you turned away from the tv, "i love you." you giggled, "love you too."

the rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and smiles between you and yujin. he was sure to make this the best date ever, even ordering pizza later in the day.

in the end, yuijin did follow up on his promises and in the best way ever.

[askinkiskarma]

say something nice about your favorite mutuals!

there's so many people i want to say something about i am genuinely considering making a whole separate post and pouring all my love and affection for everyone i am mutuals with because THEY DESERVE IT AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH :(((

@tiredmamaissy - my issy baby, she was the first writer mutual i had and i remember hyperventilating to my bf when I saw that notification massively because i was such a fan and it meant so much to me. she was also the first person to reach out to me privately when i got my first anon hater and she made me feel so much better about that whole situation, and i will forever me grateful to her for that

@neteluvr - kendra means so so much to me, she has been with me pretty much since the beginning, and she was one of the people that stuck with me and my writing and i love her so much for that. she commented on EVERY illicit affair/the archer chapter and her feedback made my world, i used to wake up at like 5-6 in the morning to see if she has commented because it meant so much to hear what she had to say. she's probably my first tumblr mutual and i've come to love and respect her so so much, to admire her beauty, intelligence and compassion, and my life wouldn't be the same without her, our chats, our mutual love for ts for sure <3

@lanasblood - my baby lana is doing her own thing at the moment, but i hope when she comes back she sees this because i love and miss her so much, our late night conversations mean the world to me and she's just overall such an incredible, beautiful, funny, intelligent girl, and her writing leaves me genuinely starstruck every time with no fail. BABY I MISS YOU COME BACK TO ME RN!!! :(((

@pandoraslxna - Luna is one of the first people I followed on tumblr and she was a celebrity to me for sure hahahaha, i remember sending her a couple of asks when i first started writing bc I was such a fan of her work and the way she carried herself on the platform. When she followed me back and started reblogging my works i literally screamed and cried, i couldn't believe it hahahaha. I love her so much, I consider her a friend and I'm so happy I met her. Her writing inspires me, her kindness and beauty and openness and unwavering support for her fellow creators speak for themselves, but i will just say i love her a lot and i'm grateful to know her <3

@blue-slxt - my baby blue is such a kind, beautiful, kindred spirit. i haven't known her that long but it feels like a lifetime? i feel so close to her and like i know her and want to know her and want to be around her more and more each day. she is so kind and compassionate, so incredible and heroic, i admire the hell out of her for what she does, for helping to save lives, to change lives each day, i am so grateful for her and i can't wait to celebrate more milestones with her <3 ilysm pookie :(((

@fleurriee - my beautiful flower, she brightens my day in a way you wouldn't believe? not only is she a phenomenal writer, and pretty much the only person (alongside lana) who can get me to like fluff hahahaha, but she is a beautiful, incredible, awe-inspiring, light of a human being. i adore her and miss her so much when she's gone, and i genuinely don't know what i must have done right to manage to meet her in the circumstances that i did <3

@jakexneytiri - dani, my beautiful baby, i love her so much? she genuinely radiates such kindness and positivity, she is such a beautiful soul, full of love and light, and she always makes me feel safe and like i can tell her anything and she would listen and not judge? i am so appreciative of her and everything she's done for this fandom, i appreciate how tirelessly she works to make sure this is a healthy, happy community, i love talking and thirsting with her about dilf jake, and i LOVE her creativity and passion she puts in every project :(( ily baby

@neytris - i genuinely ADORE su with all my heart??!?!?! like she is one of the absolute funniest, most beautiful, kindest person i've ever met and I DIE every time i see her posts, and reblogs, her tags, i feel like i want to be su when i grow up and that's that!!!! i love you bb and never stop being you, because you are absolutely the brightest star <3 this barbie is hyperventilating over THE barbie x

@sulieykte - i feel like talking about lys is redundant, because no words or essays or novels can describe what she means to me, i'm literally tearing up just thinking about it. she has genuinely been my rock the past few months and i don't know what i would have done without her? i cannot imagine my life without her anymore, without talking to her daily, without sharing my every thought, woe and achievement with her and knowing that she'll feel it and understand, the same way I do with her. she's my soulmate, my twisted sister, and i love her to the moon and to saturn :((

it's 11pm and i'm writing this half asleep and i promise i'll do a part two in order to appreciate everyone the way they deserve <3 i love you besties xoxoxo

[pkmn-smashorpass]

Hope this isn't too long I wrote as I thought of it I'm tempted to take 🐖 for an emoji anon

Fucking Spoink is a logistical problem we can't solve without the knowing the intricacies of Spoink biology and considering the standard Nintendo has set for their lore I'd say we might never see that.

First, we'd have to know the absolute basics of Poké Reproduction, which is impossible to do while keeping an E rating. Secondly, and more importantly, we'd have to know what exactly about bouncing pumps blood in a Spoink's body. Sure, the PokéDex says it's the shock and to be fair Spoink does jump fairly high, reaching up to Professor Oak's chest. But Spoink stops for a second to attack the professor in his Lectures segment from the Diamond and Pearl anime and does so twice. Once to bounce into his chin and another to watch how far he goes.

From that we can infer that Spoink is an organic paint can and shaker but that still begs the question of the involvement of the coil. On what level is this coil needed to generate shock for biological function? If a Spoink were to somehow lose this coil, are there implants available that use say, hammers that can keep a rhythm going and how does evolution treat them? If such surgery isn't covered by Pokémon Centers then who can afford these treatments? To get back on topic, Spoink with a vigorous enough partner might not need to bounce at all and may be able to use these moments to rest. Though if this idea now asks if Spoink can survive mating with another Spoink or if bouncing is at all taxing in the first place. I assume there might be dialogue hidden in a PMD game could give a definitive answer but without wanting to put in more than two seconds of effort for this long-winded ask, I believe the latter simply because relying on other Pokémon just to sit down for a few minutes isn't a sound way of propagating a species.

Anyway, dissertation over. Tl;dr you know the clussy onahole? There's probably a similarly perverted gag gift in universe that squeals instead of honking and the clamperl pearl is a bubble that collects everything for easy cleaning.

Sources: Bulbapedia, JickNonsense Pokémon Sun Spoink solo playthrough (timestamps 0:17 and 0:49)

Footnote: If I had to guess an exact Mystery Dungeon game I'd say Explorers of Sky due to it combining parts of Time and Darkness. Also, I've been getting notifications from Pokémon Go and I don't know how to tell them what I've been doing for the past hour instead of answering their raid invites since they follow me on here. (PoGo got me out of the house during covid and now it's a habit, don't judge me.)

This is the kinda shit that keeps me running this blog. Overly in depth analysis of the possibility of smashing Pokémon.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Hello everyone!! We're looking to pick up possibly one or two mods to help with the workload, if anyone is interested! It's been a bit difficult to maintain 13 posts/day between the two of us, and with enough help, we should be able to maintain that queue rate or maybe even increase it a little! There's also some things that would be really nice to do if all of the time we spent dedicated to the blog wasn't just making sure the queue didn't empty out haha

If you're interested, please send an ask off-anon, and I'll DM you from my main when I can! If you don't allow DMs from your main, you can also give a different way to contact you as well in your ask! (Like the URL of a sideblog with DMs open!) Thank you !!

More info under the cut!!

The main modding responsibilities include:

Gathering album information into the planning spreadsheet.

Taking that information and drafting the posts to queue them.

Less importantly, helping keep track of links for posted polls and copying over the poll results.

These can largely be completed independently, aside from any obvious ordering restrictions (can't queue a post if you don't have the data put together), so if, for any reason, you're only able to do one of the first two on a temporary or even permanent basis, it would still be a lot of help.

In terms of technological requirements, all information can be accessed on websites free-of-charge, two require a (free) account to get access to the album images, and everything can be done strictly in-browser if needed. We do use Google Sheets for the planning sheet, but I don't think you need a Google account to edit/access it. I do not think this is something that is reasonable to do on mobile, so you would need access to a desktop/laptop computer.

I think things can be made considerably easier if you can use some non-browser programs. I personally use a Windows 10 computer + Firefox for my own workflow, but things aren't impossible without it for sure! There's always more than one way to do things. I have no idea what potential difficulties may occur for someone who is a Mac + Safari user, for instance. Oh! And in terms of communication, Discord is best, so it would be helpful if that's something you use as well!

Also we're all here to have fun so like this isn't a job much less a role with strict expectations, so it doesn't have to be like a primary responsibility for you or anything like that!

Also apologies if I take a bit to get back to anyone who does send a message! I'm multitasking between my job and some other obligations so I might not see any notifications right away, and I need to coordinate adding any new mods with my co-mod so there might be a bit of waiting involved unfortunately!! Thank you so much to anyone who reaches out though !!

[disfrutalakia]

hey I always see you in the qsmp tags and love your posts

I was wondering if you could tell me about richas' personality because I'm writing a fic and don't want to make him ooc but I don't know much about him

(I know he has some amazing lore but don't know anything about it and I would love to know if you wouldn't mind)

Oh god Anon, I hope you haven't been waiting for too long, legit didn't get any notifications for this on my inbox!! I will be putting this under a read more too!! Cause it got a bit long lmao

Okay now about Richas' personality (I might forget some stuff cause I do have really bad memory, so if anyone wants to add stuff please feel free too!!) the most basic things about him is that he is a very energetic kid, always jumping around and writing a lot of signs (his parents often complain about how hard it is to take pictures of him sometimes, cause he refuses to stop moving, I'm almost sure that he canonically has adhd) is a pretty artsy kid, he paints a lot and likes to paint stuff for the people he likes (like yesterday, he painted some stuff for Foolish) he is also a bit jealous of his dads (probably due to being afraid of being left alone after so many of his parents being taken in front of him, for awhile he refused to take pictures without his dads too)

He is also very playful, always coming up with play pretend character to mess around with his dads (like pescados from mexico, zé caveira, dotovo) so he can say that he likes to act, and he also adapts easily to the person who he is with, being a lot more playful and childish with tazercraft for example while with Cellbit he tends to be more of a little detective, by helping with theories, enigmas and things like that.

Now, about his lore with Romero Richas, as far as we know that's the only character he does that is not a play pretend, it's legit something he cannot control and that scares him a lot (like on that day with Talullah, he was terrified of the painting) it's a thing that started around the time that Cellbit came back from the feds I believe (a bit before the guapoduo wedding) and it stopped from awhile with the whole elections arc, mostly what seems to happen when romero richas takes over (also we do not know exactly what romero richas is, mostly it seems to be an entity, like a ghost or a demon) is that he paints some stuff (mostly on the brazilian painter "Romero Britto" style, it's where the name came from) and leaves messages behind in english, usually on Richas' room at Cellbit's castle, currently the entity seems to be asleep, we are not sure if they will return or not.

But mostly I would say that Richas is very playful, energetic and likes adventure (one of the ways Forever would ground him for not wearing armor back in the day was by forbidding him to go exploring with Forever, since that's something Richas really likes to do) and he acts like a pretty independent egg, always going back and forth between the people he likes to spend time with when his dads are not online (like Bad or Foolish)

Again, my memory is quite bad lmao so if anyone wants to add stuff here feel free to!!

[5and3nevermind]

I'm sorry to put this here I know this blog is dedicated to yoonmin but I also know that you are an ot7 and all this that is happening with yoongi worries me so much that sometimes it makes me lose sleep. I started following the group in chapter 2, I still haven't really seen them as the 7 BTS together and it makes me very scared not to see them together as 7.

Following from afar, sometimes I have the feeling that we will receive a notification of the big hits informing that Yoongi is no longer part of the group and this makes me so sad.

Is it normal for the company to do absolutely nothing officially to stop these attacks it has been receiving? Once again I apologize for the outburst and I hope you understand what I wrote because I still have a little difficulty with English.

Hi anon!

This is just my opinion. This is a sensitive topic, but this is how I see it.

First of all, what Yoongi did is so minor. He was on a scooter…and not like a motorcycle/motorbike scooter. He was basically on a motorized skateboard. He was on the sidewalk. No one was hurt and no property was damaged. If he’d been on a different model/brand of scooter, what he did would have been completely legal. It even took the police a few days to figure out how to categorize his scooter, so how could Yoongi be expected to know? He thought that what he was doing was the safe way to get home after drinking. And yet here we are.

All of that said, I completely understand how you feel. This has been an awful time and I worry about Yoongi every day.

But here are some things that I believe and I hope maybe they make you feel better. We won’t know anything for sure until 2025, but in the meantime…

1. We don’t know how Yoongi feels right now, but we know he has the full support of the other members, of his loyal friends, and of many, many Army around the world. The media is being ridiculous. They are writing hundreds of articles about a man falling off a scooter, but very few about another idol who left his group due to SA allegations. They are hypocrites and bullies. I trust that Yoongi is wise enough to realize this and to know that what he did wrong is very, very minor.

2. BTS has risen to a level that goes beyond K-pop, so the regular patterns don’t apply. In the past, an idol might have had a “controversy” and been forced to leave the group. But Yoongi isn’t a typical idol. He is a writer and producer of a vast catalog of BTS songs. He’s a shareholder in the company. He is a Grammy nominee. And he is admired by a fan base who firmly believes that BTS is seven members. Period.

3. I’m calling this #3, but it should be 2a. BTS is internationally famous. That gives them a degree of freedom that other groups might not have.

4. I believe the members are close and that the 7 tattoos were no joke. They’ve demonstrated for 11+ years that they aren’t simply coworkers. They mean so much to each other. It’s hard to imagine a scenario in which they move forward without Yoongi.

In terms of the response of the company…time will tell, but I believe the company is waiting and being smart. There has not been an official conclusion to the investigation, so anything that’s said at this point—by either Yoongi or the company—has to be very precise and (I’d imagine) be approved by the company’s legal team, PR team, etc. But I have no doubt that the company is building a case and will go after anyone who has slandered/harmed/harassed Yoongi during this time.

Maybe this will sound naive, but I really do believe in karma, and it’s already at work. Every reporter who tried to bully Yoongi into harming himself…they can’t possibly be happy, fulfilled, secure people. They are miserable. They have to wake up every morning knowing they’ll write ten morally questionable, factually inaccurate articles about a man who is by all accounts smart, kind, and generous.

Same goes for the antis who want Yoongi to leave the group. These pathetic people are fundraising for trucks used to circle Hybe with negative messages about Yoongi, when instead they could be raising money for worthy causes. They know this, and they have to live with themselves every day. They dedicate hours of their time to harassing Yoongi instead of focusing on their work or studying or seeing friends or helping a neighbor or going for a jog or a million other worthwhile things they could be doing. And I have to imagine that’s absolutely miserable. Can you imagine someone asking you, “hey! What have you been up to?” and answering, “Oh, just stalking and harassing a perfectly nice person who is absolutely beloved by millions of people…” That can’t be fun.

Anyway, this turned into a really long post because I have made a point to not say too much about this whole situation, but there it is. I believe Yoongi will be fine, I believe the group will be fine, and I believe we will have a very happy 2025. Because I believe that what BTS has built will withstand this test, and I believe people who act shitty almost always lose in the ways that matter.