#but like the point of navigating by vibes is that you go for the flow and wander around and see what you see

[cheriewoo]

Gonna Make You Rock Hard | Jeong Yunho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 30: Mask Kink (Connected with Rum To My Whiskey (iykyk!😉))

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Under dim lights and the cover of a masquerade party, you’re alone with Yunho, the man you’ve been craving all night, with only one rule: the mask stays on. What starts as a playful bet with Wooyoung soon turns into a sultry, forbidden encounter behind closed doors, where every whispered word and heated touch makes the stakes feel deliciously higher.

☆Word count : 1.8k ☆Genre : Smut, no plot just drunk and fun vibes, Non-idol Au. ☆Pairing : Stranger in the party! Yunho x F.Reader

☆ ☆ ☆WARNINGS : mdni!, reader’s craving for Yunho builds all evening, playful eye flirting, alcohol-fueled tension, mask kink, mild voyeurism, size kink (it’s Yunho, after all), dom/sub undertones, messy and intense makeout sess, fingering (fem receiving), biting kink, praise (pet names like babygirl, baby, cutie), unprotected sex (remember to wrap it, buddies), overstimulation, and filthy talk.

A/N NOTE : With this fic ma chéries, we conclude Kinktober 2024🏆. Thank you for sticking with me till the end. I appreciate and love each and every one of you, and in whichever way you supported this rookie writer, THANK YOU SOO FUCKING MUCH! 💖😘🤗

I love ATEEZ (Atiny for life 💖🏴‍☠️), and writing these fics about them made me appreciate the art they create even more🤩. I also explored new genres and learned that I can write various genres and scenarios (they all did not turn out perfect, but some did and to me what really matters is that I actually gave it a try).

I will be on a short break and then will come back with more awesome stuff for y’all. Till then, enjoy these 30 fics (my first writing work…ahhhhh…this feels surreal). Hope u miss me🥺...cuz I sure as hell will😤. Thank u again for giving my work a chance! Adios! 👋👋

P.S.: My DMs and requests are open now..so feel free to send me any particular requests you guys have or any msgs you wanna send me. I will be gone for now but will be responding to comments & dms. Adios mah loves...Byeeeee.

Before stepping into that dimly lit room with Yunho, you remembered exactly how you had ended up there.

It had started with Wooyoung and his unpredictable games, pushing you to see just how far you would go to prove a point.

“If you’re as bold as you say, then show it,” he had dared, a smirk dancing on his lips as he nudged his chin toward Yunho, the man you had been eyeing all night at the masquerade-themed party at Club Havana. “Hook up with him and prove me right. But here’s the catch,” he added, his grin widened mischievously. “The mask stays on the entire time.”

The cocktails had been flowing freely, and Yunho had looked like an absolute snack, leaving you more than a little tipsy and far too eager to rise to the challenge. The thrill of proving Wooyoung wrong and maybe even showing him just how unpredictable you could be had landed you here, flirting with Yunho before you could even give it a second thought.

The attraction had been instant, his charming smile and intense gaze igniting a spark in you that only grew stronger with each passing moment.

So here you were, leading Yunho through the crowd and away from the party's noise. A mix of drunk excitement from Havana’s finest shots and the thrill of winning the bet coursed through your veins.

The mask you had worn only added to the excitement as you both made your way into the room.

The deep red walls of the room had welcomed you under the dim lights, shadows casting an intimate glow that served as an invitation for the moments about to unfold. As you closed the door, the sounds from the club outside became muffled, leaving you and Yunho in silence. The scent of leather and faint traces of cologne filled your senses, the air in the room growing thicker with every passing second.

You faced him, your masked gaze teasing. His eyes searched yours, curiosity slowly turning into hunger. As you took a step closer, your fingers slid up his chest, moving slowly as you felt the warmth of his skin through his shirt. You could tell it was driving him crazy, not seeing all of you, your eyes just peeking through the mask. He caught your hand, his grip warm and firm, his fingers tracing slow circles against your wrist.

“Are you always this mysterious ?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his eyes locked on yours with a delicious mixture of intrigue and excitement.

You gave a sly smile, tilting your head just enough for the light to catch your lips. “Only for the right kind of company,” you replied, your voice filled with playful flirtation.

A slow grin spread across his face as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you. His hand found your waist, his fingers firm as he pulled you against him. His gaze flickered to your lips, torn between playing the game or surrendering to it. His chest rose and fell, his breath quickening as his eyes tried to memorize every inch of what the mask hid.

You reached up, your fingertips brushing his jaw, soft and deliberate. Leaning in, your lips hovered near his ear. “Want to see what’s behind the mask?” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin.

His chuckle was low and rich, his other hand sliding to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your collarbone. “Maybe not,” he teased, his lips brushing your cheek. “I think I like the mystery. It keeps things… thrilling.”

You smirked, leaning into his touch, your hands gliding to his shoulders. The mask and the tequila shots you had taken fueled your boldness as you pressed closer, your lips brushing his in a kiss that sparked between tender and electric. He deepened it, his hand trailing to the small of your back, pulling you tighter as if he was as captivated by the game as you were.

As seconds passed, his kisses grew hungrier, his hands exploring your curves with desperate passion. When his fingers grazed the edge of your mask, you caught his wrist, stopping him with a playful, breathless smile.

“Not yet,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.

His laugh was low and rough, filled with something darker. “Alright,” he murmured, pulling you closer, his hands refusing to leave your body. His fingers pressed into your hips, giving a little squeeze on your ass, which excited you even more. He had surrendered to the mystery, letting the unknown drive him wild as he lost himself in every inch of you he could reach. Everything but what was hidden behind the mask.

The mask had become part of the game, a sensual mystery like a barrier between you that fed his desire and made each touch more desperate.

His hands, once hesitant, now roamed with bold intent, tracing your curves with a hunger that matched the fire in his kiss. His lips crashed into yours, deep and demanding, pushing you back until the cool surface of the wall pressed against you, a faint contrast to the heat building between your bodies. As he surrendered to the game, his restraint slowly slipped away, leaving only the raw, electric energy that burned hotter with every touch, every breath.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing lightly before pressing firmly, the sensation making your breath hitch. His touch grew bolder as his fingers found your core, your arousal evident.

Slowly, he slid one thick finger into you, his pace teasing at first, each movement deliberate, as if testing how far he could push you. But as your breaths quickened, he picked up speed, his fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that had you gripping his shoulders for support.

The pleasure built quickly, the pressure overwhelming, and when you came undone around him, your moans muffled against his neck, he didn’t stop. Instead, he added another finger, the stretch making your body arch into him. His lips grazed your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he drove you toward another release.

Your legs trembled, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you gasped for air, the intensity leaving you weak and breathless. But Yunho wasn’t done. His hands and lips kept you tethered to him, his movements relentless as he worked to break down every barrier between you.

The mask remained, teasing him with what he couldn’t see, but he didn’t care, if he couldn’t uncover your secret, he would take everything else, leaving you trembling and completely at his mercy.

Pressed against the cold wall, the chill against your skin only made the heat between you burn hotter. You felt him move closer, his body pressing into yours. His hips ground against you with deliberate intent, letting you feel every bit of his desire. The friction sent sparks through you, each movement making your breath hitch and your body ache for more.

His hands slid down your thighs, lifting one leg effortlessly, holding you as if he had done this a hundred times. His touch was steady was strong but careful as he tugged your panties away with practiced ease, his focus completely on you.

Your breath caught when he revealed himself, and for a moment, all you could do was stare. A mix of awe and arousal overwhelmed you, your thoughts spinning with the idea of him inside you. His hand moved back to your leg, grounding you, while his hips pressed forward, his hard length teasing against your skin.

The way he moved, slow and purposeful, stoked a fire deep inside, and soft moans escaped your lips, filling the room. Your knees trembled, barely able to hold you, but his strong hands kept you steady as he lifted you into his arms.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, your body instinctively clinging to his strength. His eyes met yours, dark and full of restrained hunger, his expression both commanding and tender. The mask on your face gave you a boldness you had never felt, adding a thrill to every moment. As he positioned himself, his length pressed teasingly against you, and your body arched toward him, desperate to close the unbearable gap.

When he finally pushed inside, the feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of fullness and heat that left you gasping. He paused just long enough for you to adjust before he started moving, slow and steady at first, every thrust sending shivers through you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as the rhythm built, each movement deeper, faster, more urgent. The intensity grew with every second, his pace losing control, his need for you taking over.

The mask stayed on, a reminder of the thrill of the moment, giving you the confidence to completely let go. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling under the pressure of his relentless pace. Stars danced before your eyes as your vision clouded, the intensity of it all consuming you. His lips brushed against your neck, his breath hot and heavy as he muttered low, broken words that sent you even closer to the edge. Every thrust felt like a claim, every move a promise, as if he knew exactly what you needed and gave it without hesitation.

It felt like you had known each other forever, your bodies fitting together perfectly, moving as one. The tension built higher and higher until finally, with one last thrust, you broke apart, the release crashing over you in waves. Your body trembled in his arms as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every nerve alive and buzzing.

Moments later, his movements grew erratic, his breathing ragged as he buried himself deeper into you, chasing his own release. With a low groan, he came undone, his grip tightening on your waist as he spilled into you, his body shuddering against yours. You held him close, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” Your words seemed to pull him further into the moment, his tension melting into complete surrender.

Even when it was over, he didn’t let go. His hands stayed on you, holding you close as you caught your breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks. His dark eyes lingered on your face, the mask a silent reminder of the game you had played and won. No words were spoken, but the moment hung between you, heavy with the memory of something unforgettable.

As you both recovered, your breaths slowly steadied, though the air around you remained charged. His arms stayed wrapped around you, reluctant to let you go. With a soft smile, you gently slipped out of his embrace, his hands lingering on your waist as if trying to hold on to the moment.

“Will I see you again ?” he asked, his voice low, almost pleading.

Adjusting your mask, you took a step back, tilting your head playfully. “Maybe… if you’re lucky,” you purred, a teasing lilt in your voice.

Your lips curved into a smirk into a half promise, half challenge as you walked towards the door. Just before disappearing into the crowd, you paused, looking over your shoulder, your eyes locking with his one last time. “Try not to miss me too much,” you added with a wink, your tone equal parts flirtation and mischief.

The club swallowed you, leaving him standing there, still burning from your touch, his eyes fixed on the spot where you had vanished. The mystery of your face still lingered behind that mask.

Even in the shadows, you could feel his gaze following you, and you knew that tonight, you had won the game and you were unforgettable.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[thewertsearch]

Cal, get the fuck out of the frame. You're obliterating the vibe.

GG: ummmmmm hey guys i hope im not interrupting!!! TA: well, yeah, y0u kind 0f were […] AA: sollux try to be polite […] AA: jade is very nice and she did nothing wrong AA: none of them did so when you wake up maybe you should try to reconcile with them [...] TA: did Y0U? AA: did i what TA: be nice t0 them 0r whatever bef0re y0u expl0ded. AA: well no […] [Robo]AA: what actually happened after i died it sounds complicated

Not significantly moreso than your life was.

Although, this is additional evidence that Aradia had no idea she was going to resurrect on Derse. Even our most knowledgeable Player is less clued-in than she thinks.

GG: i have just been enjoying these little naps more and more lately! GG: each time i go to sleep i meet more new people and learn so much GG: but i still cant get karkat to take a nap, boy talk about a guy who is anti nap! TA: ahahahah, yeah, what a d0uche! GG: seeeeeriously!

A more pissed-off Jade meets a less pissed-off Sollux, and they're meeting in the middle for some Mage/Witch solidarity.

The guy's been free of his Voices for about two minutes, and he's already bonding with the humans he used to hate. Here for it!

GG: […] i should really thank feferi again for setting it up so we could meet like this! TA: wait, ff is here? […] TA: 0h g0d, why didn't that 0ccur t0 me, where is she?? GG: ummm probably in another bubble GG: but youll find her! maybe during your next nap… TA: well shit, why can't i just g0 glub ar0und 0ut there in the ring and find her n0w? […] AA: navigating between bubbles is difficult here AA: its better to drift between them naturally as they intersect AA: not spatially but through common points in memory

I'm starting to understand the mechanics here. You start out in a bubble simulating one of your memories, but you can move to adjacent bubbles if they're simulating the same scene, regardless of who is remembering it.

So, initially, you can only visit people that you share memories with - but after that, you can visit someone they share memories with, and so on. Eventually, you can visit anyone in the Ring, provided you're linked by some chain of memories.

It's easy to imagine how Jade arrived here. She wasn't originally present for this memory, but she has spoken to Aradia before, and probably joined her bubble while it was simulating one of their Pesterchum conversations. You don't get kicked out of a bubble when it changes, so Jade was able to stay after it morphed into Alternia. If she wanted to find someone she'd never met, such as Dad Egbert, she'd have to visit John's bubble as an intermediate.

Aradia's a special case, since she can circumvent normal bubble navigation by flying out of bounds - presumably because, unlike all her companions, she's here in the flesh.

AA: to navigate the furthest ring you need to have mastered the flow of time! AA: that is why i am here AA: i am alive again so i may assist the dead in this way

It's poetic, I think, that the ex-ghost is the one managing the affairs of the dead. I guess she knows how disorienting it is to be suddenly disembodied.

[gingernut1314]

Sunflowers

Summary: The Medicine Seller comes to visit you once more and you must turn him away.

Content: gender-neutral reader, based off the Mononoke movie, bit of flirty Kusuriuri, slight angst, talk of marriage, reader once traveled with kusuriuri

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: I really should have rewatched the movie before trying to write for Kon Kusuriuri but unfortunately while at college I have no access to netflix so we're going off the vibes I got when I first watched. I hope you all enjoy!!

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Air flowed against your skin in a whirlwind of florally-spiced scents you knew all too well. Scents that belonged to the brightly dressed man who had appeared beside you almost as if he had been the breeze that had caressed your cheeks. 

“You should leave.” You bluntly spoke, the friendliness you usually offered him nowhere to be found. 

“My, my,” Kusuriuri purred in your ear, the sound vibrating through your body in a way you tried your hardest to ignore. “Have I caught you in the clutches of a sour mood?” You shot him a sharp glare that he only smirked at. 

“You’ve caught me on my way to pick flowers.” 

“And I am still to leave? Let me join you.” You paused and the medicine seller was quick to do the same, his kerria yellow eyes watching you carefully. All too carefully. Like he could see straight into your soul. You knew he might actually be able to, what with his strange abilities and powers. 

“No.” The word came out weaker than you had wished it. You had wished it to be firm. Commanding. For it to be enough explanation as to why he couldn’t join you as he once might have. 

“No?” He questioned with the slightest tilt of his head, his wild, ash-white, and red-tipped hair falling over his skin. Skin so pale it reminded you of the snowfall when you had first met him. You nodded on a shallow swallow. 

“You know why.” He took a cautious step closer. A step you could easily tell him to back off from taking if you wished it…did you wish it? Did you truly wish for him to leave?

“Do I?” You huffed, your grip on the basket in your hands tightening 

“Yes. Don’t play innocent with me.” The peddler stood eerily still. Too still and too calm for the situation. But you knew that’s how he was. Knew that in his line of work, if one wrong move was made, especially one full of emotion, someone else would die. 

“I don’t see how the why should stop me from accompanying you to your garden.” You’re shouldering stooped low at his words, disappointment and frustration beginning to weigh heavy over you.

“You are teasing me.” 

“Me? Teasing?” The corner of his lips pulled lightly upwards. “No, never.” 

“You’re insufferable.” Again he stood very still. Too still. Like he suddenly reverted back to that slab of marble you always thought he had been craved from.

“I don’t see…” You frowned deeply as he started speaking once more. “How the why should stop us from seeing one another? From being…” Yellow-gold eyes moved then. Moved every so slow over your body in a way that always had your stomach sparking. Had it fluttering now despite your weak attempts to stop it. “Friends.” 

“Because the why,” You snapped in an attempt to keep your composure in front of him. “Is marriage. I’m getting married and I can’t be--be--” You huffed, throwing a hand outward in motion towards the surrounding world. “Gallivanting,” 

“Gallivanting?” He chuckled. You ignored him as you continued. 

“around the country with a medicine peddler.” His chuckle faded, but that mischievous smile, which was only deepened by the purple paint covering his top lip, stayed. You knew he was more than just some peddler. Much, much more. But it changed nothing. “It would be a betrayal to my future spouse to continue our friendship.” 

“Who is…?” You narrowed your gaze at him. A gaze that only seemed to further amuse the strange man. 

“I believe you’re missing the entire point.” You pinched at the bridge of your nose as if to ease the growing headache this horrid conversation was going to give you. When you looked back up, you found he was still watching you. Still waiting for an answer to his most recent question. “I am to be married to a Samurai. He is kind-hearted and honorable. Willing to not look too hard into the reason I traveled all over Japan.” 

The medicine seller again watched you. Watched you in a way that made you antsy. 

“I knew of a Samurai,” He started on another cautious step closer to you. “Who only cared for wealth and pretty things he could break.” 

“Do not compare my future spouse to one of your ghost stories.” The medicine seller chuckled but stopped his story as you requested. 

“Will the why stop me from giving you a gift?” You eyed him and all his brightness. Eyed him as he gracefully pulled the wooden box from his back to the ground. “Think of it as…a congratulations.” He finished, kneeling as swiftly as the wind before his crate full of so many oddities. 

You couldn’t help the curiosity that sparked in your chest. Couldn’t help your feet from moving closer and closer till you were stood next to him. Till you were crouching there with him, shoulder pressing against his.

It made you think of time after time you’d knelt next to him like this. It made you… saddened at the thought this could--would be--the last time. 

You watched as his thin fingers pulled open one of the drawers, revealing corked potions and trinkets and incense of all kinds. Watched as long, purple nails grazed over his wares in search of your gift. 

He plucked a squared pouch tucked safely against a vial full of pinkish liquid and extended it your way. Gently, you took it from him, the tips of your fingers warming at the fleeting feel of his skin on yours.

“There are sunflower seeds within.” He spoke on a low, lulled tone. One just loud enough for you and you alone to hear. “Many get them from Russia but,” He tapped lightly at the paper pouch. “These have come straight from the Americas.” You turned the pouch over in your hands this way and that, feeling the small bumps the seeds within created.

“What do they look like?” You asked just as lowley back.

“Like the sun they are named after.” You let your eyes shyly glance toward his face. Let them take in the red, blue, and yellow markings painted over his smooth skin. Let them take in the deep wells of his yellow eyes. Eyes you found yourself trying to burn into the forefront of your memory. Eyes that maybe these flowers would help you remember. Would be his eyes any time you looked upon them. 

“I’m…” Such--regret washed through you then. 

You shouldn’t have returned home.

You shouldn’t have left his side. 

You shouldn’t be driving him away now…but…

You let your regrets guide your hand upward to lay against his cheek. Let guide your thumb to feel over his skin’s warmth. 

Those eyes you wished to remember filled with such longing then. Filled with an understanding you wished they wouldn’t. 

You wished he would beg for you. Plead with you to come away with him. To forget this silly marriage you had wound yourself in and be with him. 

But as he leaned into your touch, rubbed his cheek against your palm like a cat might for its master, you knew he wouldn’t. Knew he respected your decisions and the dutied laid out before you. 

“I will return should you find need for me.” He murmured, eyes drinking in your featured. “No goodbyes.” You forced a smile to your lips. 

“No goodbyes.” You agreed. “Thank you.” He nodded, turning his face to let his nose nuzzle at the heel of your palm. To place a soft, tender kiss to the skin there. A kiss that burned at your flesh and your very soul. One you wished to grab hold of and never let go.

But you pulled away regardless. Pulled away and watched he packed his wares back up. Watched as he looped his arms through their woven straps and watched in agonizing silence as he walked away. Watched as he disappeared over the hill, leaving you with nothing but the sunflowers in hand and the bittersweet memories you wouldn’t long forget.

[cozycottagetarot]

Quick Pick: Messages From Your Person

Hello, my loves! It's been way too long, but I'm finally back (hopefully for a long time) with a new reading as well as a bit of a rebrand. Today's reading is focused on messages from your person (kind of in the realm of a future spouse but generally a long-term partner) but I think for some of you it may come across as a current partner as well.

This is a pretty experimental reading for me. I want to start including an 'energy check' of sorts to help you better figure out if a pile is for you or not. I've done 'channelled' messages before but I felt weird about them so I've decided to give it a try again. The message aspect of this reading is just a free-flow writing of the cards that were pulled. And of course, I decided to play around a little bit more with my graphics. I'm always open to feedback, so I'd love to gather your thoughts on the set-up and reading itself.

Elle 🌿

P.S. I'm trying to re-do my masterlist but can't locate all my old pacs easily. If you come across one, I wouldn't mind if you send me the link. 🙏

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Disclaimer: When reading tarot, my aim is to focus on self-reflection and seeking guidance. The readings you'll find here are designed to add a pinch of fun and entertainment to your day. While I might sprinkle in some advice that hopefully vibes with you, please remember that these insights aren't a substitute for any professional advice you might need-- after all, you know your journey best! For any love-related or future-focused readings, consider them captivating musings exploring possibilities. Divination inspired stories even. I can't predict the future but I do hope to add some enjoyment and insights into your everyday. Lastly my darlings, please take from these readings what resonates with you most, be it some, all or none, and leave the rest. 🌟

PILE 1

Note: Pile 1 your pile gave me absolute hell the first time around 😭. I was writing/channelling the message and the energy literally just gave way at one point, I was flabbergasted 🫨. Anyway, the second pull was much clearer, but I included notes I felt were important from the first pull in the post-reading notes section.

Your Energy:

Going through an awakening. A need or call for self-reflection. A new cycle is beginning. You must face what you are running from within, but you must also be patient. Rely on your inner strength. Needing to learn more about yourself before doing/trying something different. Potentially finding yourself in part of a mentorship. Connecting with people similar to yourself. Navigating regrets. Needing to let go of the old you. Needing to ground yourself.  A strong energy of needing to look within yourself. It is time to prepare yourself for your next journey.

The Message:

Can you let the past go? We’ve been through so much, the both of us, on our own and together. Why do you hold on to it when our future is waiting for us? I know I hurt you and I apologize. You didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused you. I don’t blame you [it felt like there was a specific reason but I couldn’t get the specifics] but I feel lost without you. I could tell you why, I want to, but words mean nothing without action. You know my story. My relationship with my mother, how that shaped me. You know I love the attention of it all, having everyone’s eyes on me. Makes me feel good.. makes me feel. But no one else’s attention mattered like yours did. I felt most close to myself with you. Please, please let go of that version of me you’re holding onto in your head. I’m taking space because I need to heal. I need to heal my relationship with me first before I can heal it with us. This isn’t goodbye; just so long for now. I’m taking time to put that me in the past too and find myself and what I want from this life. I mean it’s simple really, I want you, us. I want to give you the good life you deserve, but I need to fix myself first. Give me the self-love I deserve.

Post-Reading Notes:

There’s a mature, sad regretful energy. Someone on a journey of self-exploration. Two hurting souls who met at the wrong time. One of you may be further along in your healing journey or you’ve both healed parts of yourself and your relationship that the other one hasn’t healed yet.

First Pull Notes:

One of the first things that came to mind for me is a dark night of the soul… I haven’t heard that term in so long and I’ve completely forgotten what it means, but for someone in this pile, I feel like that may resonate a lot. Going through a tough time. Blow after blow. Your higher self or inner wisdom is trying to reach you. Introspection before a new beginning. An ending of something you don’t want to let go of?

Big things are happening in your life, and significant changes are taking place even though it might not seem that way right now. Lots of air energy. Gaining mental clarity is super important for you right now. Breakup vibes? You two are like opposite sides or motivations of the same energy. Holding on when you know you should let go. This is definitely your person (one of the cards literally says ‘You’re my person’).

PILE 2

Your Energy:

For some of you are at the end of suffering but lying to yourself about the truth of the outcome, while for others you’re running from the mistakes made along the way. Maybe it's both. You’re still grieving all that is lost, be gentle with yourself. Hard work and consistency may await you but keep at it. Adventure is closer than you think. You’re on the brink of success. Moving forward hurts, but you must. Your person (or something you've been romanticising) is waiting for you. You just have to be brave enough to step through the gate. Opportunities are coming your way. If you're interested in floral hobbies or embroidery go for it.

The Message:

I hear you. I haven’t given up on you. I hear the songs you play for me, I hear the songs of your heart. You’re my love, my soulmate. We were meant to be, you and me. You’re not crazy or insane, or any other term you demean yourself with. You’re my everything. I can feel your soul even though we’re apart. If I close my eyes hard enough, I can feel you there. I can see your sparkling soul mirroring mine... sad eyes, bright smile, you leave me in awe. I know you call to me, and I’m sorry I’m not there. Don’t hate me for it, please. I’m leaving behind all that has been holding me back… the same as you. I’m sorry it’s so lonely. I want to meet. What do you say? Impromptu trip to the tropics? Somewhere cold? I just want to escape the world with you and lie in your arms. You’re my home. I sit in your energy and let it guide me your way. But I do need time. Please be patient with me. I haven’t abandoned you. I’m finding me, for you. I dream about you so often and being the kind of person you’d inspire me to be.

Post-Reading Notes:

"I need you to run to me, run to me, lover." (Run by Hozier, the chorus specifically. I know the song is supposed to be a metaphor but I'm suggesting it at face value). A very healing energy to your person's messages. Your person could also fantasise about you a lot... in a non-x-rated 18+ kind of way. It was mentioned on one of the cards but that part of the card felt awkward in the rest of the cards. They’re possessive, it doesn't seem like in a negative or extreme way but again, that's not something that was strong or clear. There’s something to do with the attention of others. They just want to be yours completely… Honestly, a submissive yet dominant kind of energy. A protector and/or provider (take that as you will) who is absolutely smitten with you and will do anything you say.

I don't typically read for it, but one of the cards had twin flame written on it. It could also be symbolic of mirroring each other in your personal journeys in life.

PILE 3

Your Energy:

Powerful yet solitary energy. A new chapter of your life. Accomplishing a big goal. Moving to a new location. Creating a good foundation for yourself in preparation for what comes next. Balancing your energies. Sleep issues. Struggling with anxiety or managing thoughts after a traumatic event. Celebration. Having security. Authoritarian role or vibes.

The Message:

Okay, I can do this: I can’t get you off of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you, viewing your content, trying to set myself up to run into you. I know it’s silly, especially since you hurt me. Who pines after the person that hurt them? Well, it wasn't meant to be mean. You’re just so mysterious I can’t ever read you and it or you make me nervous. I’m always worrying about what to say. I want to talk to you but opening up to others is hard. I’m afraid I’ll start crying or you’ll hear my voice crack. You’re my person. I’m sure of it. You’re everything I’ve hoped for in a person, everything I dream about before I go to sleep at night. You’re doing so well for yourself, but I want to spoil you and be there for you. Not always materially. I know you can cover that for yourself. But being there for you and spending time with you… I heard you were seeing someone. I hope it’s not true and even if it is, I hope it doesn't last. No, I’m not sorry. I’m going to work up the courage to reach out to you soon.

Post-Reading Notes:

Oh Pile 3, you’re so intimidating to your person. Secret admirer vibes. I definitely think you’ve got a very serious or professional energy and an intimidating appearance. That may especially be true if you’re taller than average for your demographic/s. The energies here feel very balanced or neutral (not heavily feminine or masculine) on both your end and theirs.

PILE 4

Your Energy:

Such a beautiful light-hearted energy. There’s such a beautiful and hopeful energy in this relationship here but it’s also possible someone or something is working against you right now. A very important decision is being made. Someone could be trying to take something from you, but keep going. You’ve got this incredible power/energy to you. Vows are super important, be it making them with someone else or making a vow to yourself to gain or achieve something. Collaboration. Having everything you need to succeed. There could be challengers coming your way but you're strong enough to overcome them.

The Message:

I’m sorry. I don’t know, that was immature of me. I swear it wasn’t like you thought but don’t worry I’m going to do better. Honest. You know, I dream about us being together and growing old. I dream about our kids. They’re so stinking cute. We’ve still got growing to do, ok, or I’ve still got growing to do. Please talk to me. You know I hate it when you give me the silent treatment. I know I disappeared on you and that wasn’t cool. I just get so… I care about you a lot. I don’t want to see you hurt. I want the best for you. I know I act all big and bad but I’m a softie at heart. That fight was weird. I don’t like it. It wasn’t like us. It meant nothing I know. Would you pack up and run away with me if I asked? I hate the distance between us right now. Im always listening to our playlist. I know I acted like I'm uninterested in something serious but I am. I want you. I miss you. I want to spoil you and give you everything you deserve. Just give me a chance. Please hear me out.

Post-Reading Notes:

The vibes while doing the reading felt like very young vibes? There’s a youthfulness there. Someone who either is actually young in age or hasn’t grown up emotionally in a certain aspect. It felt like they did something prideful that was hurtful to you and you two are in a disconnect during the moment captured in the reading. It didn’t feel like a serious fight. More so when you’re upset with someone and acting like you’re madder than you really are (your vibes) and the other person is sweating and begging you to talk to them again (their vibes).

Also, idk why but Peter Parker kept coming into my head 🕸️. I’m not feeling to analyse it so take it as you will.

[luluthespectator]

To the stars

As usual, that took longer to write than I thought it would. I definitely had trouble giving the story the vibe I wanted. Enjoy.

Maena was eating her ration at the dinner table. She didn’t have it in her to cook real food, because she was exhausted and not because she was a bad cook. 

Scozar’s shadow loomed over her. This was intimidating but she had a sneaking suspicion that as long as she mirrored Scozar’s behaviour, he wasn’t going to do anything to her.

She glared at Scozar while munching angrily at her ration bar. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned about her looking right into his eyes. She felt like she entered a staring competition and blinked the least possible.

At some point Scozar let out a low satisfied grumble. 

-Is this all you can do to look intimidating, Human?

Her blood was already boiling. She answered, annoyed:

-What do you think?

-I think you’re trying too hard. You act just like a novice.

-I’m a novice at being around your unbearable presence.

Scozar got his sharp teeth closer to her, shifting his spear to her side. His yellow eye was at her eye-level. His rumble radiated in her bones.

-My threats still stand. Later I advise you to take the ship around the capital for everyone to see before going above.

Why would he ask something like that? She understood it wasn’t in Scozar’s interest to do something to help her. But she didn’t believe he would want her to shine in an area where he lacked skill.

The only reason she found was to maybe show the ship to everyone in all the city and subsequently make himself known. She asked:

-Like some kind of propaganda or something?

-You call it whatever you like. I want you to do your best stunts. And don’t try to fool me, I saw images of what you can do.

That would have been flattering if it wasn’t for Scozar’s patronising tone. She tried to find reasons to refuse but she only found reasons to do what he says. She could test the ship, show off and put stars in the other species’ eyes and maybe avoid a war.

Ultimately, she didn’t see anything wrong with that.

-Alright. But let me eat first.

———

She sat on the pilot’s chair, eager to truly discover the ship. Scozar and Dawn were on both sides of her chair behind. She was comfortably installed with her coat around her shoulders. She activated the reactor core, its power radiated across the whole ship.

She turned around to look at the others. They were installed in chairs of their own. She smiled at Dawn.

-Is everyone ready?

-We believe we are, Human.

Scozar made a sound that sounded like a scoff, raised his head high and answered with a proud:

-Of course I am.

That was an answer expected of him, probably. 

She turned back to face the view of the outside world. She took a deep breath and the command. 

-Onwards.

The ship got off the ground. It stayed stationary just above the earth, hovering over it. She could feel the flow of the air below the ship. The motion was almost imperceptible but it was nice.

She took the ship to the skies with ease. It followed gently the flow of both the air and the reactor core’s power. She stayed high in the sky and tested the agility of the ship. It followed her command smoothly, almost graciously.

She made it turn on itself. The gravity inside the ship was still the same. Not even her hair rose up. Maena looked up at the ground, the colourful districts extended on the ground. The streets were larger and the houses were bigger as she went. She was headed towards the Giants’ Bay.

She turned the ship on its side, the commands were surprisingly smoother. She descended and ascended like it was nothing even though most other ships would have trouble navigating on their sides.

Maybe it was more precise because it was a smaller ship? The answer didn’t matter. She could feel the air flowing around the ship, wrapping it in small tides. The ship would just glide on them, it was definitely made for this. She couldn’t wait to test the tides in space.

She wanted to test the ship a little further. Before this she turned to the others and said:

-I’m going to be more rash with the commands. Stay in your seats, alright?

She changed trajectories abruptly from left to right, up to bottom. She put the ship in all the positions it could take, on its belly, its back and its sides. The ship’s movements were perfect.

She turned back where the ship was first installed. Then, the silhouette of an artificial cavern that cut through the black stones of a mountain appeared in the distance. 

Houses were suspended on all of its rocky surfaces. Millions of lights made for all types of eyes illuminated the district. When the moon shone, their colors spilled into the night.

As she arrived, the mountain grew bigger and the cavern shrunk. For a moment, a stupid idea got through her head. What if she actually tried manoeuvring in there. Her last ship could barely move there but this one was way smaller.

No, this was definitely stupid.

She was about to steer above the mountain when Scozar interrupted her wonderful flying experience. She forgot he existed and didn’t miss knowing he was alive. He said on a condescending tone:

-You won’t be able to do that. Don’t be a fool for once.

She would have agreed but she hated the way he took her for his slave. She despised how reasonable his words were.

She would normally wait to know the exact size of the ship to do bold things. But she knew there were multiple exits to this area, and she went there enough times to be able to eye the dimensions of the cavern itself.

It would be extremely risky but possible. Besides, Scozar wanted to see her best stunts. Just to spite him, she gladly accepted this challenge.

She looked back at the lizard with a death stare and the most confident smile she could muster.

-Last I checked I’m one the best pilots in this galaxy. It’s why I’m here, is it?

She didn’t wait for an answer. She hit the gas towards the valley. She got the ship on its side and crossed the barrier between unbound sky and claustrophobic walls. Without the winds in the atmosphere, the ship felt heavier. 

The commands were more brusque which wasn’t exactly bad in an environment like this, she could actually make hard turns if needed. She was gliding only thanks to the reactor core. It compensated for the lack of wind, its power was that much present around her. 

She got on the edge of her seat, the controls tight in her hands. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was going to be hard, but not impossible.

Scozar sounded almost scared when he growled:

-You absolute fool!

-Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.

She was vigilant. She used all the camera feeds and captors she could get her hands on to stay away from the hanging houses. She didn’t want to bring any destruction and needed to shut Scozar’s big mouth about his superiority.

She mentally counted the distance she had left to do before being able to take an exit above. She barely felt the sweat dripping from her head. She was tense but it was oddly comforting in a way. 

She was right where she was meant to be. She was a pilot. She was the captain of her crew again, keeping everything afloat despite her actions and the obstacles outside. It was thrilling.

As the ship advanced, the cavern closed in on them. She tilted her head and bit her bottom lip. Her mind went blank except for one thing: this should be fine. She could see the natural light plunging in the cave from above. 

There was just a cluster of buildings rising above all the others, following the large column keeping the mountain from crumbling down. One thing was sure, she had one try.

She went a little faster to give her enough momentum. The column arrived in front of her. She dodged it. The motion pushed her a little in her seat. Before colliding with the wall of the cavern she swiftly made another hard turn.

She then directed the ship towards the light and made it pivot to match the dimensions of the opening. 

The ship went in the sky in a straight line, barely rocking on the wind of the atmosphere. It is only when it crossed the junction between the atmosphere and space that Maena exhaled all the air in her lungs.

She smiled, her body relaxed. She fell back in her chair with her hands crossed behind her neck. She wanted to test the limits of her ship, well this wasn’t its limit.

Sweet satisfaction washed over her. She laughed and turned around to an unamused Scozar.

-Well, What do you think of that?

-That was dangerous and unreasonable.

-But I did it, didn’t I?

She crossed her ankles on the table and looked for the ship’s feedback on the holograms. It was a sweet surpise when she saw all these stunts didn’t deplete the reactor’s energy all that much. It could do so much more.

———

She was still going through holograms when she got a message. She sat back on her chair and listened.

-This message from the Galactic Council is destined to Human, Maena. 

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. The Council usually didn’t bother talking to her directly. She put her feet on the ground and leaned towards the table.

-You have been reported flying into a forbidden area: The Starlight district is a highly populated residential area as well as a highly productive industrial area coupled with a large economical importance to The Capital. Therefore it shouldn’t be tempered with and put in unnecessary danger.

She nodded absentmindedly. What she had done downed on her, crashing down on her mind.

-We would also like to add the fact that this area is extremely unfit for the flying of ships.

No way, how could she have guessed that on her own? 

-As we have chosen you to be one of the Pillars we must warn you that you need to embody the strength, wisdom and justice of the Galactic Council. We don’t wish for confrontation but your cooperation will be appreciated in the foreseeable future.

Maena frowned at that. A warning. More than a warning, a scolding from the Galactic Council. She knew she was more than a corsair, as they had said, she was supposed to be an example. So this little message was fair enough for what she did with her ship.

Still it was unpleasant. Her throat tightened and her heart was uncomfortable in her chest. Yes, this was stupid and absolutely unnecessarily dangerous. So much for being a Pillar.

She shook her head. She was so lucky her dumb recklessness didn’t impact anyone. She put her head in her hand. She should be ashamed, she was ashamed of herself. She was stupid.

Guilt festered in her chest. Cold anger boiled inside, eating her thoughts.

-I told you not to be a fool. Look where your actions got you.

What did Scozar want? She turned to him. He raised his head smuggly. His eyes were half closed by satisfaction.

Maena blurted out:

-Could you leave me be for five minutes?

-And miss telling you you should do as I say for a reason? I don’t think so.

She hit her desk with her fist. The holograms buzzed at that. She hated this “I told you so attitude”. She was already sick and tired of dealing with this Kerox.

-I’m not in the mood for your inferiority complex Scozar. Get out of here. I don’t want to see you.

-Then you should just turn around.

-You know what I mean!

-Make me.

His remarks did nothing to quell the anger inside her. They both knew she wasn’t strong enough to pose a threat to him. If she had a gun she would have shot him. She pointed at the door and screamed:

-Get out!

Scozar turned around. She watched him slither as slowly as possible towards the door. This slow walk was a provocation that made the rage burn in her chest with a new fire. Before crossing it, he turned around.

-Humans should get their emotions in check.

This was the last strand, her own actions coming back at her. This was that much more aggravating.

She answered by taking off her shoe and throwing it at Scozar with a raging scream. The shoe flew across the room in a straight line and hit Scozar’s torso with a thud.

For a moment, he stared, wide eyed, at the shoe that had reached him. It layed on the ground, as lifeless as an inanimate object could be. He left without another word.

Continuation Five Pebbles

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[simplydnp]

Why is everyone rooting for it takes two? Tbh its one of my least fav gaming videos. I havent even watched the whole thing bc i get bored… why do yall like it so much??

i am so sorry you feel this way bc it takes two is one of the Best dapg we have ever gotten--revival run or otherwise.

despite dnp's arguably most popular playthrough (undertale) being composed of long videos, dapg doesn't generally post Long videos. so it's sheer length of 52 minutes is a revelation.

combine that with gameplay that both of them get to partake in, and you already know you're in for an excellent ride. again, they don't generally play a lot of 2 player computer games, despite us knowing they spend a Lot of time gaming together, so already it feels special since they both get to play.

the game itself is very dnp-coded, which they even comment on. it's a creative exploration through an emotional and difficult time, and yet, it still has time for humour, teamwork, and enjoyment. this game is a Journey--that's the whole point. and dnp are Very good at navigating it, in the way they do things best: together. (and you can't tell me phil's multiple 'i am your husBaand' didn't rewire your brain)

the grandness of the it takes two video is in their synchronicity. we've got video evidence of them struggling to play co-op games together--they even think it's going to go poorly, as it takes two has a Reputation for being quite difficult, particularly the boss battles. there's a reason it's the marraige counselling game, in a sense. and yet they skated through it. constantly on the same page. it's symphonic.

alongside that it's just a pleasure to sit down and watch. the bants are on point, the vibes are focused but chill, and the length of the video plus the quick turnaround upload speed during gamingmas meant that there wasn't a lot of editing to distract or disrupt the vibe. it's a very raw and unfiltered dnp--it's cozy. there's something about it that's just calming for the soul.

i enjoy getting to feel the Flow of a story, especially alongside the people i'm watching play it. despite the varied environments and quick-paced sections, i never felt lost in regards to the narrative (unlike their Brothers video). but still, there was high-octane moments! space for bants! a little bit of a respite in all the chaos.

maybe i need to say it with my full chest but trust and communication are my kink and no dnp upload demonstrate this better than it takes two. as fond as i am of dan's outbursts and yelling, there is nothing like watching dnp on the same page just absolutely crushing a task. there's a time and a place for both, but i much prefer them both having a good time as opposed to constantly bickering over something (hence my preference for the it takes two gameplay compared to the bread & fred video, though i'm curious your take on that particular video as it's quite the contrast)

almost everyone Knows what we come to dapg for, and it's not usually the gaming. this video takes that and makes the gaming Part of it in the best way possible.

plus, i'm eagerly awaiting them clickbaiting us with another insane title like 'dan and phil get divorced' was. truly excellent no notes.

[gem-femmes]

How to Master the Dinner Party Power Dynamic

Dinner parties are where alliances are made, impressions are cemented and hierarchies are quietly negotiated -- all while you’re trying to keep spinach out of your teeth.

Here’s how to navigate the room, charm the crowd and leave as the person everyone wants to sit next to next time.

🥂✨1. Timing Your Arrival: Goldilocks Style

Too early, and you’re rearranging the napkins with the host. Too late, and you look like you think you’re that important.

Sweet spot: Arrive 10-15 minutes after the official start time. This gives the host time to settle, but you’re still early enough to scope out the room.

Pro move: If you’re close with the host, text ahead to see if they need anything - instant brownie points.

🥂✨2. The Perfect Seat Selection

Where you sit can make or break your night.

Power position: Aim for the middle of the table. Sitting at the ends makes you look like you’re holding court (not great unless you are the host).

Tactic: If it’s informal, hang back slightly and let others choose first—then slip into the best available seat. It’s low-key strategic.

If assigned seating is in play? Work your charm wherever you land. (Yes, even next to “that” guy.)

🥂✨3. Start Small, Think Big

Your opening gambit sets the tone.

Icebreakers: Ask about something low-pressure, like how they know the host or what they’re most excited to eat.

Big moves later: Once the vibe is friendly, segue into meaningful conversations. “What’s your dream project?” lands better after appetizers than before.

Remember: your goal is to connect, not interrogate.

🥂✨4. Be the Table’s MVP

The best guests keep the conversation flowing without hogging the spotlight.

Loop people in: Notice someone getting left out? Ask, “What do you think, [Name]?” It’s subtle but powerful.

Deflect drama: If the conversation veers into awkward territory (politics, anyone?), steer it elsewhere. “Okay, I have to know -- what’s everyone’s go-to comfort food?”

Great guests make everyone feel included and comfortable. Be that person.

🥂✨5. Compliment, but Make It Genuine

Compliments are like seasoning—too little, and it’s bland; too much, and it’s overwhelming.

On the host: “This setup is amazing. Where did you get these table settings?” (Pro tip: Hosts love hearing their effort was noticed.)

On others: Highlight something personal, like a unique accessory or an interesting anecdote they shared.

A well-placed compliment can turn a casual acquaintance into a potential ally.

🥂✨6. Handle Awkward Moments Like a Pro

Spilled your drink? Knocked over the breadbasket? No one’s immune to a faux pas.

Own it with humor: “Guess I’m trying to give this table some character!”

Stay calm: Most people will forget it happened five minutes later, unless you make it a big deal.

Confidence is your best recovery tool.

🥂✨7. The Exit That Leaves Them Wanting More

Knowing when (and how) to leave is an underrated skill.

Leave on a high note: If the energy’s dipping or you’ve hit peak charm for the evening, it’s time to go.

Thank the host twice: Once before you leave and again the next day (a thoughtful text or even a small thank-you gift goes a long way).

The best exits are smooth, gracious and perfectly timed. Think mystery and allure, not lingering until the chairs get stacked.

🥂✨The Dinner Table Is Your Stage

A dinner party is less about the food and more about the connections you make. Whether you’re networking, socializing or just there for the dessert, mastering the dynamics means balancing confidence with care.

Nail this, and you’ll always be on the guest list -- and maybe the one throwing the next party!

[songbirdseung]

prada / en- all members

you as the 8th member / different scenario per member

Heeseung

The Prada fashion show after party in Milan was a glamorous affair, with celebrities, fashion icons, and music sensations from around the world gathered under the glittering lights of an upscale venue. ENHYPEN had been invited to the exclusive event, a testament to their growing global popularity.

As the night progressed, Heeseung and Y/N found themselves at the bar, sipping on cocktails and engaging in lively conversations. The music thumped in the background, and the party was in full swing. Heeseung's charming smile and Y/N's radiant presence drew attention from fellow partygoers, and they soon found themselves in a circle of new acquaintances.

The drinks flowed freely, and the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Heeseung and Y/N continued to enjoy themselves, their laughter filling the air as they shared stories and jokes with their newfound friends. The alcohol began to take its toll, and their cheeks flushed with the telltale signs of the 'Asian flush.'

Amidst the laughter and the lively chatter, Heeseung leaned in closer to Y/N, his voice slightly slurred. "You know," he said with a mischievous grin, "I think the fashion world might not be ready for us."

Y/N giggled in response, her own words carrying a playful edge. "I agree, Heeseung. We'd steal the spotlight wherever we go!"

Their banter continued, becoming more animated as the night wore on. It wasn't long before their playful antics caught the eye of those around them. Cameras and smartphones were discreetly pointed in their direction, capturing the candid moments of Heeseung and Y/N's tipsy camaraderie.

As the party began to wind down, Heeseung and Y/N decided it was time to make their exit. They linked arms and stumbled out of the venue, still giggling like mischievous schoolchildren. The cool Milan air hit them, and they both gasped, sobering up slightly as they tried to navigate their way back to their hotel.

Despite their attempts to keep a low profile, the fans who had attended the fashion show recognized the pair. Social media was abuzz with cute and funny posts of Heeseung and Y/N, their flushed faces and laughter captured in the videos that fans had taken discreetly.

One fan posted a video with the caption, "Heeseung and Y/N bringing the party vibes to Milan! 🎉💃🍹 #AsianFlushGoals." Another fan tweeted, "Heeseung and Y/N leaving the Prada party like they just won the night! 😂🥂 #MilanAdventures."

Heeseung and Y/N were oblivious to the online buzz they were creating as they navigated the streets of Milan, their faces still flushed with merriment. They knew that they had just shared a memorable and fun-filled night, and the laughter they had shared under the Milanese moonlight would be a cherished memory for years to come.

Jay

Milan's iconic Prada store was abuzz with excitement as ENHYPEN, the global K-pop sensation, graced the city as ambassadors for the renowned fashion brand. Fans from all over the world had gathered outside the store, hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite idols and show their support.

Jay and Y/N, both known for their impeccable fashion sense, were especially excited about their visit. They were dressed in stylish Prada ensembles that turned heads as they made their way to the store entrance. The fans, respectful of their boundaries, kept a safe distance while keeping their cameras ready to capture every moment.

As Jay and Y/N approached the entrance, Y/N couldn't help but smile at the dedicated fans who had come to see them. She waved and greeted them warmly, "Hello, everyone! Thank you for coming to see us. We're so happy to be here in Milan with Prada!"

The fans cheered and snapped photos, their excitement palpable. Y/N's graciousness endeared her even more to the crowd. Jay, standing beside her, also acknowledged the fans with a friendly nod and a wave.

Once inside the Prada store, the fans continued to observe from a distance, respecting the privacy of the idols as they explored the latest collections. Jay and Y/N moved through the racks of designer clothing, their laughter and animated discussions filling the air.

The fans couldn't help but notice how close Jay and Y/N seemed to be. They shopped together with an easy familiarity, exchanging opinions on fashion pieces and playfully teasing each other about their choices. Jay's arm was draped casually over Y/N's shoulder as they browsed, creating an affectionate and stylish image.

Eager to share their admiration for the idols, the fans discreetly took videos and photos, capturing moments of Jay and Y/N's shopping adventure. They were impressed not only by the idols' fashion sense but also by their genuine friendship and camaraderie.

One fan posted a video on social media with the caption, "Jay and Y/N taking over Prada like the fashion icons they are! 💫✨ #PradaAmbassadors #MilanFashion." Another fan shared a photo of the pair trying on sunglasses, writing, "Jay and Y/N looking effortlessly cool and adorable at the same time. We stan this fashionable ship! 💖🕶️ #ENHYPEN."

Jake

The Prada fashion show red carpet was a dazzling affair, with camera flashes illuminating the night as celebrities and fashion icons from around the world made their grand entrance. ENHYPEN, the global K-pop sensation, was no exception.

As the members of ENHYPEN made their way down the red carpet, the cameras clicked incessantly, capturing their stylish ensembles and charismatic presence. Y/N, a multi-talented member of the group and known for her stunning beauty, was particularly radiant that evening. Her elegant Prada outfit highlighted her grace and sophistication.

Amidst the commotion, Y/N was briefly separated from the group and was directed by the photographers to pose for solo shots. The fans, who were present to support ENHYPEN, couldn't help but notice Jake's admiring gaze as he watched Y/N from a distance.

Jake had always been close to Y/N, and their friendship was a special bond within the group. He admired not only her beauty but also her talent and warm personality. As Y/N posed for the solo shots, Jake couldn't hide his smile and the look of genuine admiration in his eyes.

Eagle-eyed fans in the crowd noticed Jake's reactions, and their hearts melted at the sight of his affectionate gaze. They quickly captured the moments on their smartphones and began sharing them on social media. Posts with captions like "Jake's heart eyes for Y/N on the red carpet!" and "Jake, are you in love?" started flooding Twitter and Instagram.

As Y/N rejoined the group after her solo shots, ENHYPEN stood together for group photos. The fans, who had been eagerly waiting for this moment, started chanting the names of their favorite members. Amid the chants, some fans began shouting for Jake to stand next to Y/N.

"Jake and Y/N! Jake and Y/N!" they cheered, their voices ringing through the night air.

The photographers, sensing the fans' enthusiasm, decided to honor their request. Jake, with a sheepish but happy grin, moved closer to Y/N, and they stood side by side for the group photos. The fans erupted in cheers and applause, capturing the heartwarming moment on their cameras.

Sunghoon

The anticipation in the air was palpable as ENHYPEN took their seats in the front row of the Prada fashion show. Sunghoon, in particular, was unusually fidgety as he eagerly waited for the show to begin.

As the lights dimmed and the music started, the models began strutting down the runway in Prada's stunning creations. But Sunghoon's attention was elsewhere. He couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, who was seated beside him. Her grace and beauty had always captivated him, and tonight, she looked more breathtaking than ever.

Throughout the moments leading up to the show, Sunghoon couldn't resist the urge to subtly nudge Y/N, asking her to sit next to him. He tried to be discreet about it, but the other members weren't fooled. They exchanged knowing looks and amused smirks as Sunghoon persisted.

Jake leaned over and whispered teasingly to Sunghoon, "Sunghoon, you've got a crush on Y/N, don't you?"

Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he blushed furiously. He stammered, "N-No, I don't! I just… wanted to talk to her about the show, that's all."

Sunoo, who was sitting on Y/N's other side, chimed in with a playful grin. "Oh, Sunghoon, don't be shy. It's okay to have a crush."

The members' teasing continued, with Ni-Ki and Jungwon joining in on the fun. They whispered conspiratorially, pretending to be discreet but knowing full well that their antics were drawing attention.

Meanwhile, Prada's official accounts and HYBE's social media team were busy capturing moments from the front row. They posted a video of the members in their stylish Prada outfits, but the video had no sound. The fans, however, were quick to notice something interesting – they could read the members' lips.

Fans started sharing clips of the video with subtitles, revealing Sunghoon's playful attempts to get Y/N to sit closer. The captions read, "Sunghoon wants Y/N by his side, and we're here for it!" and "The not-so-secret crush is real!"

As the Prada fashion show continued, fans couldn't help but celebrate the endearing interactions between Sunghoon and Y/N. Their playful banter and Sunghoon's subtle attempts to get closer to his crush added an extra layer of excitement to the event.

Sunoo

The fans had gathered in droves, eagerly waiting for a glimpse of their favorite idols and the chance to capture the perfect shot on their cameras and smartphones.

Y/N, known for her stunning beauty and charisma, was a particular magnet for attention. As she gracefully posed for photos and interviews, the fans couldn't get enough. Cameras flashed relentlessly, and the sound of excited cheers filled the air.

Sunoo, always quick to notice the fans' reactions, couldn't resist the opportunity for some playful teasing. He decided to have a little fun and block the fans' view of Y/N.

With a mischievous grin, Sunoo stepped forward, extending his arms as if to shield Y/N from the cameras and fans. He playfully declared, "Y/N is mine, everyone! Back off!"

The fans, caught off guard by Sunoo's unexpected declaration, burst into laughter. Sunoo's confident and playful attitude had taken them by surprise, and they couldn't help but find it endearing.

Y/N, standing beside Sunoo, chuckled at his antics. She leaned in and whispered, "You're such a charmer, Sunoo."

Sunoo winked at her and replied, "Just doing my duty, Y/N."

The fans, who had managed to capture Sunoo's playful moment on camera, quickly shared the videos and photos on social media. Their captions ranged from "Sunoo the Protector" to "Sunoo's declaration of love for Y/N." It was all in good fun, and the fans appreciated the light-heartedness of the moment.

As the red carpet event continued, Sunoo couldn't help but bask in the laughter and positivity his playful teasing had generated.

Jungwon

The luxurious hotel room was a whirlwind of activity as ENHYPEN prepared for their attendance at the Prada fashion show, where they were invited as ambassadors. Stylists, makeup artists, and hairdressers bustled about, ensuring the members looked their absolute best for the prestigious event.

Y/N, seated in front of a well-lit makeup mirror, was in the midst of her transformation. The makeup artist carefully applied makeup, enhancing her natural beauty, while the hairstylist worked on her hair, creating an elegant yet effortless look.

Jungwon, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but watch in awe as Y/N underwent her makeover. He leaned closer, whispering compliments to her. "Wow, Y/N, you look stunning. Prada should consider making you their new muse."

Y/N blushed at the praise, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Thank you, Jungwon. You're too kind."

The other members, who were also getting ready in the room, couldn't help but notice Jungwon's admiration for Y/N. They exchanged playful glances and knowing smiles, deciding to join in on the fun.

Sunghoon, with a teasing grin, pretended to gasp dramatically. "Jungwon, are you sure you're not secretly in love with Y/N?"

Jake chimed in, "Yeah, Jungwon, you're looking at her like she's the most beautiful person in the world."

Jungwon's face turned several shades of red as he stammered, "N-No, it's not like that! I'm just appreciating her beauty as a fellow member."

Jay added with a sly wink, "Well, Jungwon, I've heard that sometimes friendships can turn into something more."

Y/N, who had been blushing throughout the playful banter, couldn't help but giggle at the members' antics. She looked at Jungwon and said, "Don't worry, Jungwon. I appreciate the compliments, and I'm just glad to have such wonderful friends."

Ni-ki

The Prada fashion show had been an incredible experience, and the members of ENHYPEN had watched the event from the front row with awe. The stunning designs, the elegant models, and the electrifying atmosphere had left them all deeply impressed.

As the show concluded, the members joined the other celebrities and fashion designers in taking pictures and engaging in short, friendly conversations. Ni-Ki and Y/N, in particular, drew attention from the fashion industry luminaries.

One renowned fashion designer approached them, a smile on his face. "You two have such a striking presence," he said. "Have you ever considered modeling? You would be perfect for the runway."

Y/N blushed at the compliment, and Ni-Ki, ever humble, replied, "Thank you so much. We're musicians, but we appreciate the compliment."

As they continued mingling, more celebrities and designers echoed similar sentiments, suggesting that Ni-Ki and Y/N should explore modeling opportunities in the future. The members of ENHYPEN couldn't help but feel proud of their fellow members' effortless charm and style.

Back in their hotel room, the rest of the members couldn't resist poking fun at Ni-Ki and Y/N. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. "So, Ni-Ki and Y/N, should we start calling you 'models' now?"

Jake joined in with a playful laugh. "Yeah, I can see it now. 'ENHYPEN: K-pop idols turned fashion icons.'"

Jay added, "I guess we'll have to hire personal stylists and photographers for them."

Ni-Ki and Y/N exchanged amused glances before breaking into laughter. Y/N playfully retorted, "Well, if we ever become models, we'll expect all of you to be our biggest fans!"

Jungwon chimed in with a teasing tone, "We'll be at all your fashion shows, front row, of course!"

[skz-streamer]

Newest Member of Cultracha

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Pairing: ot8 (skz) x fem!reader (9th member)

Genre: Fluff, Crack? Idol Au

Warnings: cult members, slight mention of religion, being in a van? idk?

Notes: Ok at first I was like let me wait until I post the full master list of everything...but I kinda feel bad that I'm not feeding y'all anything so here you go.... Basically Y/n is part of Cultracha w Hyunjin and Jeongin, this is the backstory of it. YAYYYY FIRST FIC PART OF THE Y/N MASTERLIST!!!

Summary: Stopping on a road trip to take a bathroom break becomes a little more memorable than you thought it would be.

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately face claims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count ~700 ;)

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The van hums along the scenic coastal road, and the atmosphere inside is electric with excitement. You're nestled between Felix and Changbin, enjoying the animated chatter and laughter of your fellow members.

Bang Chan, your designated driver, glances over his shoulder and grins, "Alright, who's ready for some awesome tunes?" He cranks up the music, and the van erupts with cheers and claps.

Seungmin, riding shotgun, adds with a mischievous grin, "As long as you don't play any of those old-school songs, Chan."

Chan rolls his eyes, pretending to be offended. "Hey, my playlist is diverse!"

A chorus of playful laughter fills the air, and you join in. Seungmin leans toward you, teasing, "Don't worry, Y/n, I'm sure he's got at least one song from this decade on there."

You giggle, feeling the friendly vibes flowing through the van. The snacks you packed are making the rounds, and there's an ongoing competition between Hyunjin and Jeongin to see who can finish their bag of chips first.

As you navigate through the twists and turns, the conversation shifts to jokes. Han clears his throat dramatically. "Alright, guys, get ready for the funniest joke you'll ever hear."

"Let's hear it," Minho urges, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Han smirks, "Why did the scarecrow win an award?"

The van falls into a brief silence before Jeongin's deadpan response, "Because he was outstanding in his field?"

Han bursts into laughter, clapping his hands. "Yes! You got it!"

The rest of you burst into laughter as well, teasing Han for his choice of joke. "Wow, Han, you're really raising the bar for comedy," Seungmin jokes, earning more laughter.

Felix chimes in with his Australian accent, "Alright, I've got one. Why don't scientists trust atoms?"

Your curiosity piqued, you lean in. "Why?"

"Because they make up everything!" Felix delivers the punchline with a grin, and the van erupts into laughter once again.

Hyunjin claps him on the shoulder. "Guys I might actually jump out of the van if I hear one more joke."

As the jokes and laughter continue, Bang Chan suggests a bathroom break. You spot a small convenience store and point it out. The van comes to a stop, and you all pile out, stretching your legs and enjoying the fresh air.

The restrooms are a bit off the beaten path, nestled between tall trees. The small store looks like something straight out of a movie. After using the restroom, you exit and notice two individuals standing near the entrance. You hear snippets of their conversation about spirituality as you pass by.

"Excuse me, miss," one of them begins, stepping toward you. "Have you ever considered the path to true enlightenment?"

Caught off guard, you stutter, "Well, I..."

Before you can finish, the other person joins in, their eyes intense. "Our journey has led us to discover profound answers. Are you on a journey of your own?"

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, you mumble, "I'm sorry, I have to go," and quicken your pace to the van.

Once inside, the memory of the encounter lingers, and your wide eyes don't go unnoticed by your members. As they return, laughter and smiles in tow, Hyunjin notices your demeanor.

"Hey, Y/n, everything okay?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

You take a deep breath and share the bizarre encounter with the strangers. The van goes quiet as everyone absorbs the story, but soon enough, a burst of laughter fills the space.

Jeongin chuckles, "Cult members? Seriously?"

Minho grins, "Only you could attract that kind of attention, Y/n."

You let out a nervous laugh, "Yeah, tell me about it."

Changbin shakes his head with a smirk, "Well, you're back with us now, safe and sound."

Felix pats your shoulder, "Don't worry, Y/n, we won't let any cults recruit you."

As the van continues down the coastal road, you feel the warmth of your friends' comfort. Bang Chan offers a reassuring smile through the rearview mirror. "We've got your back, always."

Minho adds with a chuckle, "Yeah, and if they ever ask you to join, just tell them you're already part of the most exclusive cult – Stray Kids."

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[djarinslover]

Missed You

The ask for this fic

Pairing; Nami x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Warnings; canon violence, swearing

Word Count; 2.3k

Author’s Note: I’m sorry for getting this out so late ☹️ inspiration was sucked from my soul for a while bc of course it was. I hope you like this, my Nami anon!

A loud laugh emerges from your throat as Sanji spins you around, showing you how he'd win a woman over just through dance. The fire is burning brightly, the drinks flowing and the laughter infectious. You all had stopped to visit this island that Luffy knew of from Shanks; it was considered a "party" island due to the constant drinking, dancing and just vibe of fun that everyone felt when staying. No one objected when Luffy suggested taking a break there for a few days.

Aside from Nami and Zoro, you all were getting rowdy. Yelling, singing way too loudly and poorly, dancing all over the place with strangers and drinking too much. It felt nice to let go for just a night. Until Nami had said, "I thought having another girl around would calm things down but you're just as bad as the boys."

You didn't see anything wrong with blowing off some steam but the comment was a dagger to the heart. You tried to shake it off as you dance with Usopp, your best friend, but it lingers in the back of your mind for days afterward. You thought maybe you'd forget about since you were very drunk when she said that but it made quite an impact on your behavior around Nami.

You and Usopp came as a packaged deal, which Luffy had no problem with when you all met. He allowed you to join his crew, which was nice since you knew a thing or two about fixing up wounds and they definitely needed a doctor onboard. Never knew who they'd get into a fight with these days. It was a bonus you got to spend the days with the redheaded navigator, Nami. Being the only other girl onboard, the two of you bonded. Well, bonded as much as Nami would. She let you sit with her while she charted out paths, figuring out the best direction to go in. She said it was nice to have another woman around, that the energy was too "masculine" until you came along.

A crush started developing on Nami, to your slight terror. Nami could be cold at times, which left you questioning if she actually liked having you around or not. She was sarcastic, quick witted with a sharp tongue, and she wasn't afraid to tell someone the truth. You felt like you never knew where you stood with her. So when she had said you were as bad as the boys, you thought she couldn't stand you. It hurt but it gave you the push to get rid of the silly little crush you had.

After that night, you began avoiding Nami on the ship, turning down any moment to hang out with her. You were still polite, making small talk when you had to and relaying information when needed but you didn't spend any unnecessary time with her. She eventually stopped telling you that you could stay by her side as she navigated; she began only speaking to you when it was needed. You thought maybe this would help buy any feelings you had for her but it seemed to only amplify whatever you felt.

You were longing to make her laugh, to have her flash that little smile at you, to have those small lingering touches on your skin. You wanted to go back to the way the two of you had been. But it felt like maybe the damage was done. The two of you would exchange nods with awkward slight smiles, avoiding touching each other when in a small space. The boys finally seemed to notice the tension, Sanji being the one to point it out. Usopp felt hurt that you didn't come to him with what was bothering you. You were practically his sister; he wanted you to tell him everything.

"What's going on with you and Nami?" Usopp corners you in your room, demanding answers.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Everything is fine." You flash a tense smile, forcing yourself to look happy.

"Oh, come on. I haven't seen you two giggle and talk like you do. What happened?"

You sigh, caving rather quickly. Usopp could always read you and there was no sense in trying to keep up appearances in front of him. "Nami said something a few days ago that hurt me. I figured she didn't like me so I've been avoiding her."

"That's crazy! Of course she likes you!" You shoot him a frown. "Captain Usopp never lies!"

Rolling your eyes, you brush past Usopp to head out onto the new island Luffy had landed on. You needed more medical supplies and didn't want to talk about this situation anymore with him. "I'm heading out. I'll see you later."

Usopp wilts as you go, upset and not knowing what to do.

You're strolling around the island humming to yourself, admiring the people as they went about their day. Too occupied with watching other people, you're not paying attention to where you were walking, ending up bumping into a rather large woman. She was tall, muscular, and her eyes were flaming with rage.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

The woman gets in your face, steam practically coming out of her ears as she stares down at you. "How could you not see me standing here?!"

"I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry."

"You're about to be sorry!"

She swings at you, a hefty fist meeting your cheek with a heavy thwack. It makes you dizzy, sends you stumbling backwards. You hear your name being called by someone from the crew, though you were too disoriented to figure out who it was. You shake your head to try to clear your vision, seeing double of the woman who hit you. You could see she was winding up to hit you again. Your vision stops spinning, and you manage to duck the next hit, throwing your own punch into the woman's face.

Your punch doesn't land as hard as you had hoped; it seemed to only make the woman angrier. She lands hit after hit on you, and all you could think was that this happened all because you accidentally bumped into her. You're unable to defend yourself, too disoriented to make your own punches. Eventually you feel her get pulled off of you, Zoro's voice loud while Luffy's was soft and gentle. You could see Sanji and Usopp leaning over you, faces pinched tight with worry. They were the last faces you saw before passing out.

Nami was startled by the boys bustling to the ship, voices raised and frantic. She looked down to see you limp in Zoro's arms. Confused, she met them at the deck to see what was going on and why they were running around like chickens without heads.

"What's the problem? She drink too much?" Nami asks.

"She got into a fight," Zoro says with a clipped tone.

"What?!" Nami says, alarmed. "With who?"

"Some woman. She just started hitting her for no reason," Usopp says as he stares down at you.

Everyone crowds into your room, watching as Zoro gently lays you down on your bed. Sanji comes in with a cool cloth to lay on your forehead, dabbing it softly to see if you would respond to the stimulation. You just lay there, still and too quiet for everyone's liking, your face purpling with bruises.

"What are we going to do?" Luffy asks, frown deep on his face. "She's our doctor, she'd know what to do."

"Yeah, well she's not here to tell us how to help," Zoro grunts. "We'll just have keep eyes on her until she wakes up. Hopefully it won't be long."

Nami bites her lip, watching your sleeping face. "I'll take first watch."

The boys nod, leaving her alone to watch over you. She took the cool cloth from Sanji, pressing it against your forehead and neck at times to keep sweat from sticking to you. She sighs, slumping down to be beside you. "This is going to be a long night, huh?"

The hours you spent unconscious turned into days. The crew began to get extremely worried and scared. They didn't know what to do, how to wake you up or if they should wake you up. Throughout the days they took turns on sitting with you, pouring water down your throat and keeping you cool so as to not catch a fever. Your face wasn't as badly bruised anymore, so they had hope that you were recovering and would wake up at any moment. They decided if for one more day you stayed unconscious, they would seek help from someone else. Nami thinks they should've done that from day one but the boys thought you were fine for the night.

Nami was sitting with you again, holding your hand. She traced patterns on your palm, sighing softly. "You know, it's been awfully lonely without you here. The boys are great, sure, but they've got nothing on your jokes." Nami stares at your face, a small smile on her lips. "I miss hearing you laugh at Luffy and Usopp. I miss that cocky smile you give me when you make me laugh. I miss hearing your voice . . . Wake up soon, okay?"

She stands to get you some water before freezing as your eyelids open slowly. "What else do you miss about me, Red?" you croak, voice hoarse from days of not using it, lips curling into the smile she was talking about.

"Oh my god, you're awake!"

Nami doesn't know what to do; she wants to hug you, she wants to get the boys, she wants to cry with relief. Instead she grabs your hand again, sitting down on the bed next to you. You try to sit up, grunting with effort as you push up. Nami helps until you're comfortable.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Eh, I heard something about my smile and then you said you missed my voice. Figured I should let you hear it."

Nami tries her best to not roll her eyes even as a smile cracks her face. "I was telling the truth. I missed you a lot these past few days."

"Days?!" you gasp.

"Yeah. That woman really kicked your ass."

You groan, rubbing your face. "Oh my god, no wonder I sound like I smoked all of Sanji's cigarettes. And why my head is pounding."

"Let me go get one of the guys, they can get you something."

"No. I just want to be with you a little longer," you plead. "Please."

Nami nods, squeezing your hand gently. You two sit in silence for a bit before you turn to look at her, a question on the tip of your tongue.

"Did you really miss me?"

Nami seems shocked. "Of course I did."

"I just thought . . . I annoyed you, like the boys annoy you."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you said I'm just as bad as them."

Nami's face turns a slight shade of red, embarrassment making her body run hot. She remembered saying that when you were all drinking but she didn't think you remembered or even heard her. Her head jerks up. "Wait, is that why you've been avoiding me?"

"Well, yeah. I figured I would give you some space. You just seemed so annoyed with me that night."

"Oh, I . . . I was joking. I didn't truly mean it. I like that you're like them, that you can be carefree. I like that you aren't afraid to put them in their place and I like that you're funny and passionate and incredibly smart. I like everything about you. I . . . like you."

It was your turn to feel your face flush. Whether it was excitement or embarrassment, you couldn't tell. Your hand feels sweaty in Nami's grip but you don't want to let go. Not after what she just told you.

"I like you, too, Nami."

You both look at each other, gazes hot and full of excitement. Nami brushes hair off of your forehead, leaning in closer. She bites her lip, hesitant to say whatever she was going to say. You figured you knew what she was going to ask, so you asked first. "Will you kiss me?"

She surges toward you, lips meeting yours with fireworks exploding behind your eyes. It felt like all your puzzle pieces had finally fallen into place. Nami pulls back, resting her forehead against yours as you both breathe heavily, lips tingling with the pressure of having hers on yours. Her hand squeezed, like she was communicating with you. You both had silly smiles on your lips, giddy from the high of finally confessing to one another.

"I'm glad you're awake."

"I'm glad I am, too."

"Hey, Nami. I'm here to-" Usopp stopped short, pausing in the doorway of your room as he looked at you two.

Nami pulls away, her face bright red as she avoided his gaze. "Uhh . . . I was going to come get someone. She's awake."

"Yeahh, I can see that. Luffy owes me ten Berry."

You look at him in alarm, his signature smirk on his face. "Yeah, we bet whether one of you would confess or not when you woke up." He turns to walk away, yelling out, "Hey, Luffy! Pay up, man! The Great Captain Usopp never loses!"

You can't help the giggles escaping you, because you knew your best friend meant well and he just wanted you to be happy. Looking down at your hand, which was still intertwined with Nami's, you knew you were happy. And all it took was a stupid fight.

"Let's go get you some dinner, yeah?" Nami says, standing up to help you stand.

Nami helps you to the galley, where everyone is gathered for whatever delicious smelling food Sanji had cooked up. They all had big smiles on as you walked in, happy to see you well. And doubly happy to see you holding hands with Nami.

Usopp turns to Luffy. "Told you."

Luffy grumbles as he pays up, making you and Nami laugh. It was good to be awake, you thought, bringing Nami's hand to your lips to press a kiss to the back. She beams at you, smile bright enough to outshine the sun. You wouldn't change a thing about your crew.

[ashen-char]

FOR ANORA HEADCANONS!

i haven’t seen the movie as yet, like i have to wait a whole month but from what i gathered a lot from the trailer, the dialogues, the interviews (yes i’m that kind of person)

anora, or ani, is a very spontaneous person. like planning things doesn’t even come to her mind, and not out of laziness or stress, it’s just that she doesn’t really think of it? like she’s all for just being in the moment

she doesn’t really look into types as you’ve said before, just flows with the vibe and the feeling of the person. if all green flags are raised a “type” would just be a bonus point tbh, she doesn’t care my girl just loves people, any people. no labels only loveeee

she adds vowels and consonants to her text messages. like not just a simple hey but a heyyyy and her favourite emojis are 🎃 🍀🪐💫🫧☁️

i feel like she was the, popular girl and not the condescending type. always offering when to help some kids and defending them. even to this day!!

has an adult colouring book!! and so many spotify playlists

ahhh i can’t wait to write about her omg omg omg

-🩻

lmaoo dw im totally that type of person too, i even spoiled myself on the ending bc of the times articles referred to it

as to ani being spontaneous, i agree 100%. like you said, it's not about laziness but it's just how she knows how to navigate life. 'intuitive' has been a word thrown around about how she navigates the club/people/assesses vibes and that's totally why she would be going with the flow. she gets a feeling and does things according to that, like spontaneity is just how she rolls she doesn't know how to live any other way

tangentially related to the vibey, fave emojis, and popular girl stuff, i feel like ani is also super spiritual. like the way she went "no you're manifesting with those" with someone getting dollar sign tattoos. super social, really supportive, really ready to chill and have fun

AND WITH THE SPOTIFY PLAYLIST STUFF, the scene where ani's huffy about the dj being dismissive about her playlist... like ani's passionate about expressing and showing herself n someone not being into her music is a total turn off for her. if you try to make out with her as she's playing her tunes, she'd be like "ok im into it but let's finish the song, i'm showing you cause it's good"

(I CANNOT SEE UR EMOJI ON PC I'M SORRY, I'LL TAG IT WHEN IM ON MOBILE)

[apiscircensis]

dunmeshi au for my twst ocs bc I fell head first in the dungeon and got brain damage

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ok so this is set in the dunmeshi world but it's a separate story, unrelated to the main plot and characters

Shipwreck Cove is a dungeon on a cliff by the sea, near a coastal town. it's impossible to reach it by sea, as it's surrounded by constant whirlpools, the only way to get in is by climbing to the highest point of the cliff

great part of it's inner structure is submerged or surrounded by water, but it's still frequented by many adventurers bc the water that flows to the upper levels seems to have slight curative properties. legend says the water at the heart of the dungeon can heal incurable illnesses or even grant eternal life

🦑 Morgan (gnome) has been lord of the dungeon for something around ten years. his original wish is a secret

he was once an adventurer. he's an experienced mage both at healing magic and offensive spells (and has also studied the darks in secret), but his weak legs slowed down the party, who had no qualms in letting him know so, either by reproaching him or straight up letting him fall behind

one day, angry and frustrated, Morgan abandoned his party and ventured deeper into the dungeon by himself. by the time he noticed, he had reached the deepest level and, well, things happened

Morgan has severe abandonment issues. he created the quaintest little dungeon to lock himself in with his close circle. it was a beautiful and safe place, so that people could come and go at their leisure

soon enough, Morgan started feeling like people went more than they came back, so he started tweaking the dungeon bit by bit to discourage people from roaming. changing pathways, setting traps, creating more monsters. generally making it increasingly harder to navigate, until it became practically inhabitable except for the designated safe area, which was still pretty much a little eden

his resentment was such that he would find a way to make people part of the dungeon itself

at some point, tired of his body and of his lack of power over others, he turned himself into a kraken chimera, sealed his demon in a chest immediately afterwards, and has since then lived locked up with the few people he could trap in a wrecked ship at the deepest point of the dungeon, guarded by an ever larger kraken (that's his pet that he feeds other monsters and hapless adventurers to lol)

[only one person was ever able to escape Morgan's dungeon, an elf that used to be his closest confidant. however, just as they were about to step out, Morgan stole and sealed their magic in a locket that he keeps somewhere in his ship-home

this elf lives in a secluded area further than the outskirts of town, where they welcome adventurers to whom they offer incredible things in exchange of them traveling and conquering the dungeon, with the intention of getting back their powers that way]

🐒 Blake (tallman) and 🎇 Jacob (dwarf) are a pair of adventurers that hate each other yet have been working together for years lmao

they're quite successful in their expeditions but they're insufferable, so they're always looking for new members for their party bc the previous ones got fed up and left sksksk

they arrived at Shipwreck Cove following the legend of the water of life, each of them for their own reasons

(I still haven't decided if monkey Jacob exists in this au)

⚫ Avon and ⚪ Alba are a pair of walking mushrooms that are always together. they're funny to look at from afar, but they have a nasty vibe when you get close so adventurers prefer avoiding them

Morgan enjoys watching them tussle, so when more people started going in the dungeon he made them an area where they can still be seen while being out of reach enough from strangers. they've become some sort of a local attraction

(I originally thought to make them half foot florists, but a friend came up with this idea and I thought it was so funny that I adopted it lol)

🕰️ Eri (elf) is an historian. he feels a fascination for the short lived races, so he moves to different towns for periods at a time to document the daily lives of those who live and pass through there

🌻Lucas (kobold) is more of an explorer than an adventurer. he and 🛰️ Xander (dwarf), an inventor, travel the world together looking for strange materials and objects for Xander's experiments

🐻 Björn (tallman, bear beastkin) is an adventurer from the north that likes showing off his strength. he travels from one place to another looking for new challenges and creatures to beat

⏳ Noya (gnome) a scholar with an expertise in magical artifacts, who also studies the development of magic. since he's not allowed to study the origins of magic, he has had to settle for observing and studying how it evolves in every day contexts. he occasionally crosses paths with Eri

💋 Philly (elf) is a criminal enlisted by the Canaries against his will. his crimes include theft and selling of magical artifacts, arson, and murder, but true cause of his conviction was attempting to use the dark arts to extend his tallman lover's lifespan

(he's a die hard fan of the Daltan Clan novels and all the other prisoners hate him bc it's all he ever talks about sksbsk)

🎶 Aedon (tallman) kabru without the trauma is barkeep by day and singer by night. they like watching people and trying to guess their stories

and that's it, that's all I have for now✌️😋

[sqarletsworldlesswandering]

Astroneer AU - Crew Basics

Edda:

Appearance: Exo suit, mirror silver visor, exo standard palette

Due to the limitations of helmets, Edda keeps her hair in a fairly flat bun.

Edda is by far their most adept explorer, and enjoys running around on the surfaces of planets.

She's often responsible for their surface tether networks, placing beacons at resource deposits and major interest sites, and - later - for spearheading more extensive transportation efforts.

She's also the go-to tracker for various caches and informational deposits.

She generally prefers her own two feet, but a hoverboard works just as well. She likes that a hoverboard gives her full visibility, and she doesn't have to get off of it to work.

Perhaps predictably, Edda quite enjoys Sylva, the terran planet they first land on. (Everyone does, really, but she loves it dearly.) She doesn't mind the icy terrain Glacio, either, and she enjoys Vesania's bright colors and exotic flora.

She also despises Atrox. No one likes Atrox. It's suffocating and the terrain drives her nuts.

Edda, by far, has the most deaths by hoverboard. She also very much appreciates their galastropod Sylvie for her light when down in the caves. She also absolutely loves Usagi's ability to sniff out interesting things (Usagi is another of their galastropods, more on those later).

Aven:

Appearance: Terran suit, mirror gold visor, exo orange palette

Aven's scarf resides in a box with his other regular clothes, stored in his quarters in the space station.

Aven is the other primary explorer, but he's in his element below ground. The caves are his forte, and he doesn't mind the dark.

He often spearheads the subterranean tether networks and making navigable paths so that Tzafira can get vehicles and auto-extractors down into the mines.

He also handles a good bit of their resource collection, usually on his way back up.

Since he's underground so often, he frequently takes point on locating the planetary cores and the… secrets they hold. He found Sylva's on accident.

Aven's favorite mobility device is the solid fuel jump jet - it gets him out of quite a few scrapes and close calls. Once they get hydrazine jetpacks, he is ecstatic.

He's okay with Calidor's desert terrain, and vibes decently with Novus's forests and craters, and Desolo's craterous, resource rich terrain. Sylva, of course, has a fond place in his heart as well. Vesania is a little too bright pink for his liking. He… tolerates Atrox. Doesn't like Glacio at all. Much too cold. 

Aven is the first to acquire an additional oxygen tank, because he keeps suffocating by falling off the tether. He's got a fondness for Stilgar, a galastropod that can provide oxygen when she's well fed.

He's also got a considerable love for Princess - also a galastropod - because she grants him safety from all the freaking plants-

Kleisme:

Appearance: Bio suit, Novus visor, Calidor palette

Like with Aven's scarf, Kleisme's crest is in a box up on the space station. However, as a medal-adjacent, it is represented as a pin on his suit.

Kleisme primarily handles the research and ensures a steady flow of bytes (the means of gaining schematics).

He also handles the Xenobiology shenanigans - his main motivation to go planet hopping is to a) find the local galastropod, and b) research All The Things.

The galastropods are his little darlings, he absolutely adores them.

He handles the other sciencey stuff as well, such as the chemistry lab and atmospheric condenser. As such, he also handles a great deal of the compound and gaseous resources, as well as the distribution of AtCons and ChemLabs to other planets.

He can and will 100% just… sit and babysit a looping AtCon while tinkering with what have you.

Because he's usually on base, he also handles a number of the mass minutia crafting - "we need packagers/tethers/beacons/etc."

When he's not on base, a) he always makes sure to let someone know, so they don't wonder where he is and start worrying, and b) someone usually takes over the miscellany.

Kleisme actually vibes fairly well with Calidor as a planet. The dry heat doesn't bother him much.

He is also fascinated by Vesania and Novus, Vesania especially.

For transport, Kleisme prefers a hoverboard or buggy. When they eventually acquire the VTOLs (an aerial scout craft), he has a field day with 'em.

He collaborates with Tzafira on automation a great deal.

Kleisme has the fewest deaths out of everyone, but by far the largest range of causes - when he gets absorbed in something, he gets a little… oblivious. The end results include: suffocating from going off-tether, falling somewhere bad, falling to his death, getting killed by a plant he didn't notice (bouncevines say what), and other such chicanery.

Kleisme deeply appreciates Rogal on principle, because running the various research stations takes quite a lot of power at times, and this little space snail can somehow generate power. He also deeply appreciates Princess as hazard protection, because he needs to collect food for these goobers, after all.

Speaking of, Kleisme is very much in charge of the plant farms, and loves his harmless flora dearly. Edda and Aven often help him collect seeds while they're out and about - Aven especially accrues a great many while caving, and makes sure to save some for Kleisme.

Tzafira:

Appearance: Flight suit, Desolo visor, Desolo palette

Tzafira's halo and wings can both be de-summoned for convenience. She often resummons the halo as an extra light source, in which case it just hovers outside her helmet. She also can summon her wings for flight, but has found that without the protection of the space suit, they do tend to get achy rather quick. As such, she doesn't use them much. Plus, with the atmosphere or lack thereof on some planets, the wings are either useless, or would be damaged by exposure.

Tzafira often handles some of the more mundane resource collection, mostly via driving around the surface with their tractor and some empty resource canisters.

She also handles pretty much all things vehicular, and often preps the shuttles for launch. This extends to prepping "landing packs" - field shelters, generators, starting materials, etc.

She tends to prefer a buggy for getting around, but also likes the tractors well enough. She does also enjoy a good gravity sphere. VTOLs also quickly make it on her list.

Tzafira also by and large handles the automation. She and Kleisme collaborate on that a fair bit, since there's some overlap of territory in what's being automated.

Tzafira likes Glacio quite a bit (especially with how even the surface is), and has a fondness for Desolo as a relatively uncomplicated moon. She does not, however, appreciate all the craters when trying to steer a tractor around.

She has comparatively few deaths, but she has absolutely gotten herself stranded on a planet by forgetting to properly check her thrusters. This is a one-time mistake.

The deaths she has accrued are usually by forgetting she can't string tethers from a vehicle and consequently suffocating.

She's also gotten herself stuck in the middle of nowhere with a vehicle out of power before. This is easier to remedy, but still tedious more often than not. 

She loves hunting across the surface for interesting sites with Usagi. She also appreciates Rogal's ability to generate power, as it has saved her in a few pinches with vehicles.

[mami-tomoe-1]

I think there should be documentation on what unique game design can be afforded while working with 2D or 3D space. I don’t really have a point here, just a few observations on a really good game.

Neon White is a speedrunning based 3D platformer. Each level you navigate through a simple very a to b to c obstacle course. Think Super Mario 3D world. It’s linear in a 3D space.

Then you do it again trying to skip over as much of it as you can to get a better time.

It has very fun visuals, as it has you parkouring through a bunch of buildings in the sky.

What’s interesting though, is that because of the extra space afforded by having a whole extra dimension to work with, it can combine its shortcuts and decorative elements.

In 2D space decorations usually can’t be tangible, because they can’t interrupt the main path. Alternatively if the player spots a platform deviating from the main path, “that has to be a shortcut, why else would it be there.”

I’d imagine there’s also psychology at play, about how we may be more prone to treat 3D games as “separate reality” where we treat 2D games as “creation designed for amusement.” Likely because reality is a 3D space.

Neon White deliberately abuses its unique privilege of being able to place things to the side, to make decorations with collision.

The game moves to muddy the line between “play area” and “real location” with random pillars (floating platforms) and flowing water (conveyor belts) that clearly don’t help at all in getting from point to point, but just look nice.

Which makes it all the more surprising when one of those actually was a shortcut.

Additionally back to psychology I’d expect that your perspective being “facing forwards” not “omniscient observer that can see all relevant playspace” encourages you to instinctually go from point to point, giving you a pattern to break out of.

As such it gives this great “stop seeing things of how they are intended to be, and start thinking of what they can be” vibe that I imagine is quite speedrunner-y.

I don’t think you could replicate this feeling this way in 2D space. Maybe if the player could clip through walls.

Maybe all this is a little obvious, maybe I could’ve phrased it better, but I figure it ought to be said.

[slugdragoon]

Devlog #1

Ok, I've been working super hard on my game this week, and I have something to show off. Generally, I did not want to start doing Devlogs until I had what I considered a working prototype, and that's what this is. I think I'm at the point where a lot of basic things work, and I will be able to focus on building it out, which will make for more interesting regular updates.

So, what we're seeing in this clip is:

SPLASH SCREEN - just a test of animation and the flow of booting up the game, it will not be in there for long, I just threw random assets in.

SAVING & LOADING - The title screen is plain, the "Settings" option doesn't do anything yet, but the "New Game" and "Load Game" do! They currently go off of one filepath and save games are stored as JSON so I can edit them easily for testing, and they don't yet prompt "are you sure?", they just do it, and the functions work. I can save my game and all the party and player stats and values load in properly. [Not shown: there is a save button in the Pause menu, but that menu is very basic]

BATTLE UI - All is placeholder, and ugly, but I focused down on getting it to work. That means, while I was throwing buttons in there for testing early on, I spent major time reworking menus to work with controller instead. I may do KB&M support later, once the UIs are actually fully designed, but doing them in parallel while I'm changing things would not be nice. We can attack, you don't have to click "Confirm" anymore, just a controller button, we have spells/skill and items which can target either enemies or allies, and both single-target an multitarget skills exist and flash up corresponding selector arrows, after which you can confirm your target. Party members have an HP/MP display and the character whose turn it is will be highlighted on their turn

MESSAGE OVERLAY - As you can see, I've worked out the system to have messages give the player feedback in-battle which can also be used for dialogue out-of-battle. It works off of a queue containing both messages that auto-play and messages that you have to confirm before moving on, so I can mix-and-match as appropriate. I wanted to have this in place so I can soon implement NPCs and shops, and the battles make sense to both me and the player as I add more features to it.

When we load into this test dungeon, we see the old sprite for a demon, I redrew them, as you can see in the first random encounter. None of this is final though, these were also pretty quick I just wanted to discard the really lazy MS Paint-looking sprites If I'm going to be showing the game off more, I want it to be in a better light. I'm not even sure Demons and Bats will be common enemy types in the game, it's just for testing. Nothing that you're seeing is final, or even really fits the vibe in my, mind yet, but it's approaching something that looks like it has the potential to be a game.

After all all of this I haven't added any new enemy types, items, or skills yet, the assets aren't anywhere near what they will be like, no levels have been created yet, but I think what I have is a lot of the "structure" of a basic RPG. I ate my vegetables, the boring parts are functional, and it opens up a lot of doors for what I can develop next.

NEXT GOALS -

NPCs in the overworld (+Shops, need to have a way to acquire items, currently the inventory is hardcoded into a New Game)

Implement a method to recruit and dismiss new Party Members, they are also currently hardcoded for testing purposes

There are still lingering menu navigation bugs, but nothing that can't be fixed relatively quickly

Move the starting area to a safe-zone that can be built out as the main hub and create multiple dungeon rooms with different testing conditions

More visual feedback. Having enemies flash on taking damage and displaying damage numbers would be a good start, more complex animations can come later, including spell animations.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

would you ever write about william and loren’s parents first time meeting in real life?

I really love the idea of William's and Loren's parents eventually meeting. What it represents—getting to that stage of a relationship—is such an important milestone, and I’d absolutely love to dedicate a blurb to it (though I’m not exactly sure when it’ll happen, since their story keeps chugging along).

Incidentally, I’ve been mapping out a little arc for Loren’s parents. This was their first year in retirement, and they spent the entire fall/winter in Costa Rica. They loved it so much they’re now planning to live there full time—currently eyeing an income property for expats looking for a more off-the-beaten-path snowbird destination.

Loren tearfully teases them that they got tired of her and decided to move away. Her parents tearfully tell her that couldn’t be further from the truth… but I digress.

Now that my mind is going, I imagine the first meeting would be orchestrated during a visit from William’s parents to Toronto for the playoffs, right around the time Loren’s folks are preparing to sell their house. Not the most relaxed moment, but both sets of parents are pros when it comes to navigating life’s pressure with grace and positivity.

It’s dinner at William’s condo—not a sit-down, formal affair, but an interactive, buffet-style evening with food contributions from both families. The vibe is easygoing and warm, with wine flowing and an after-dinner scotch or whiskey for the ones who like that extra buzz.

Therese, Loren’s mom, loves seeing the bond between Camilla and Loren. Camilla, in turn, can already picture a real friendship with Therese—each woman finding the other worldly, warm, and kind. Sylvain, Loren’s dad, is a man who can talk to anyone about anything, and Michael is instantly intrigued. The two fall into conversation about players and teams from their shared era—Michael from the Swedish side, Sylvain from the Quebecois point of view. William just sits back and watches it unfold, quietly amused and totally content.

Later, as William and Loren take Pablo and Banksy out for a quick walk, their parents stay behind, topping up each other’s drinks and talking about the one thing that bonds them all: their affection for the other’s child.

Michael and Camilla adore Loren. Sylvain and Therese can see exactly how much life and love William breathes into their daughter.

With the offer to spend the night already settled, another bottle of wine is uncorked while the dishes are put away. Golf foursomes are soon being planned—one in Stockholm, one in Costa Rica (because with a town named Golfito, what else are you supposed to do?).

William and Loren return to the condo and cozy up on the couch, having one of those quiet, smiley conversations spoken entirely in hushed tones:

“They seem to like each other.” “I think they’ve forgotten we’re even here.” “I’m going to have to cut my mom off.” “Ha—yeah, look at mine…”

It couldn’t have gone better. When William pulls Loren in closer and they both drift back into the conversation, it’s like the promise of so many future get-togethers is right there in the room.

Christmases. Holidays. Monumental life events.

I'll just leave that there. What a great ask -thank you so much for this!