#but that didnt really fit the prompt

[kikker-oma]

[questionlark]

day 2 - estranged

i miss my wife tails .png

[palecryptid]

(p5 spinoff week day five: phamous)

somewhere in a store window… 📷

[srasdoesthings]

*＊✿❀Day 7: Girl's Night Out❀✿＊*

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And that's a wrap! Working on this week was fun^^ Ending this with a cute HiiAiKoha ft. Rinne piece cause they're very near and dear to my heart 💕💕 a small silly extra thing under cut!!

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[nymdraws]

wild weird world

[amugoffandoms]

DAY TEN OF MILGRAMTOBER YIPPEE!! this was so fun to draw!!

also hey this drawing reminds me of one of the milgram fics i wrote jefjfdhdhjf

Shidou stands still in the middle of a hydrangeas field, looking at all the flowers.

Kneeling, he plucks a few of the flowers, just four. Four is his family, so four flowers are plucked.

As he stands up, he sees his wife in the middle of the field.

...she looks beautiful.

She doesn't seem to notice him watching her as she seems to be looking around, probably for his children.

Eventually, she does turn around, but she doesn't notice him watching her.

She sees him soon, though, and waves at him. "Oh, Shidou! Hey! There you are! I couldn't find you. You should come join us!"

Shidou looks at his wife and the field of hydrangeas.

He wants to take a step forward.

He doesn't.

Shidou hears joyful screams and suddenly sees his sons' heads bopping up and down in the flowers.

"I'm going tag you!"

"No, you won't!! Watch me!"

There's laughter as Shidou sees the older boy tumble into the flowers and the younger boy follow him down.

"Are you two alright?" Shidou yells out.

There's a quiet giggle before the older boy responds. "We're okay!"

The two heads suddenly appear again and they start running around.

"Papa, you should join us!!" The younger son cheers.

"Ah–" Shidou stares at the field of hydrangeas. "It's... okay. I need to get something."

"Aww... okay!" The younger son frowns before he smiles as he chases the older brother again.

Shidou watches them run through the field, laughing and smiling.

This is so nice.

The two boys fall, as if they tripped again.

"Papa–!"

"Boys?" Shidou's wife asks.

There's no response.

With panic blooming in his chest, Shidou runs into the sea of flowers. He runs over to where the boys fell.

There's no one there.

"Hey? Hey, where are you? This isn't funny; where are you?" Shidou asks. The wind only responds.

He drops to his knees and slams his hand on the ground. He almost digs at the ground, trying to find them.

"Shidou, where are they?" His wife yells.

"They're not here." Shidou yells back. "Come on, stop playing around, where are you?"

"Boys, this isn't funny!" He hears his wife call out. "Where are you?"

Shidou starts shoving some of the hydrangeas to the side.

Eventually, he finds a small patch of dirt.

On it are two wilted flowers.

"What...?" Shidou whispers.

"Shidou–" His wife says, but the rest of what she says is lost to the wind.

"...Hello...?" Shidou stands up, trying to look for her. "H-Hey, this isn't funny, you all–"

Shidou starts swimming through the ocean of hydrangeas, looking for someone, anyone left.

"Kids?" Shidou cries out. "Anyone?"

The flowers only bend with the wind in response.

He keeps running and running through the field, the flowers moving as he sprints.

He needs to find them. He has to. He needs them—

Shidou trips.

Landing face into the dirt, he pushes himself up.

He turns to look at what tripped him.

It's his wife's hand.

He scrambles to his feet and pushes the hydrangeas to the side.

There, his wife lays.

Shidou falls to his knees, searching for a pulse.

There's a faint one.

"Hey, hey. Wake up, wake up! Please– I need you, stay with me!" Shidou pleads as he clutches his wife's hand.

He continues to make sure there's a pulse. It's faint but it's still there.

"Hey, stay with me! Come on, you can't die. Please–!" Shidou tightens his grip on her hand.

The pulse starts to fade.

"No, no, no, stop! Don't do this–" Shidou begs to her unconscious body.

...

The pulse is gone.

Shidou drops her hand, unsure of what to do.

He wipes tears he did not know were falling from his eyes and just stares.

He stares at her dead body.

He stares at the sky.

He stares at the flowers that surround him and her body.

He stares.

When he finally turns back to her body, only a wilted hydrangea is left.

Shidou jolts awake, sitting upright.

"It was just a nightmare, just a nightmare...." He mutters to himself.

However, as he looks over to the side of his bed, there's no one there.

That's when he knows.

He's still living his nightmares.

[the-kipsabian]

done with the second worst part of cleaning, i have vacuumed

[pyrriax]

HI TUMBLR late footnote posting before i go to bed (i took a nap today........ ate up most of my time)

not a lot to talk about with footnotes today since i was Busy and my brain wasnt working pfndkmlfd i blame seven hours of modded oneblock

[the-s1lly-corner]

Not rlly asking for romance hcs for this one but can you do Jeff Eyeless Jack and Laughing Jack x reader who is immortal and keeps coming back after they get killed by the creepypasta? Thanks!

Jeff, LJ, EJ x immortal!reader who keeps coming back from the dead

Oooooohoohoo I've always loved prompts like this, very interesting me thinks

Notes: reader is GN, not romantic but you become weird friends, written on mobile

CWs: murder and technical cannibalism if you count ej as a human

JEFF THE KILLER

Oh he is so.... over it... but he's too stubborn to throw in the towel and stop trying

Hardly ever let's you get a word out before he chucks a knife at you, he might be too mad to actually aim properly... will probably miss

Bonus if you lean into this and greet him like an old friend, it will drive him nuts

If you two do end up becoming friends it's going to take a long long long time... and maybe jeff cracking and/or having a fit over not being able to kill you.. that's like.. his whole thing

LAUGHING JACK

More curious than anything, he doesnt even really kill out of malice- hes just copying isaac, and you being able to come back from the dead has him curious

Its... morbid... given that he kills you at least a few more times to get it out of his system

How do you do that? Can you show him? Can you tell him? Were you always like that? What happens if he destroys your entire body at once instead of damaging it- do you die then or do you just reform? Or stay a messy mush pile?

Will cool it over time if you keep crossing paths, but hes noticeably careless with you.. at least more than he already would be with any other reader

EYELESS JACK

It makes him feel... weird... hes killed you and harvested meat from you, and here you are sitting in the corner alive and regrowing the missing pieces, even worse if you're trying to make conversation with him

Infinite food glitch/j

He tries to kill you again.. will think hes going mad or that he didnt actually kill you the first time and you somehow didnt succumb to your other wounds but you just.. come back..

Sometimes talks to you before killing you again, but his responses are usually short and curt

When/if you do become friends he does stop using you as a food source, and will shoot down any offers of being one

[sunnie-angel]

Jason todd who finds out, though not from you telling him he just knows how to use his eyes, youre insecure about something. Your nose, eye color, not so white teeth. Unconventional things that nobody else really stops to think about.

But dont you know he could get lost in your eyes and he makes sure to do it often.

Suddenly he's booping your nose with his more, kissing the end of your nose etc.

Whitening strips appear in the bathroom "cuz he wanted to try em"

He never says anything about it, just does little things. When your insecurities shift to bigger things like height and weight, suddenly theres a step stool in the kitchen even though you didnt ask, (or if your tall he has emptied the lower cabinets and moved everything high up for the both of you), when he buys the groceries theres either sharpie or torn paper where the nutri' info used to be, oh did you wanna know the carb count, too bad he dropped the package in the sink and smeared the ink oops

this prompt was so beautifully written, it feels so in-character for him. jason's own body issues come into play with this, i think his own struggles make him perfect not only for noticing when someone doesn't like aspects of themselves but also the long road to learning to love yourself anyway. i hope you enjoy my little expansion on this!

Jason's got years of struggling to fit into a body he doesn't recognize under his belt to know the signs when someone's feeling insecure about something. He's seen it in the mirror often enough. So he notices when your eyes glide over a feature of your face, the way you stiffen when someone makes a remark (good or bad) about your appearance, how you'll spend too much time reading food labels. Catalogues the way you cover your teeth with your hand when you smile, frown at your side profile, huff at the sizes printed on your clothes.

Don't you know that all he wants is forever with you? That he doesn't care what package that's wrapped in as long as you're together? Every time he looks at you, he finds something more to love. The slope of your nose, the curve of your brow, the way the colour of your eyes is slightly different around your irises. He wants to kiss the sharp point of your elbow, the fullness of your belly, the top of your head. He loves the way you smile, how it takes up your whole face. Jason doesn't see what you call flaws as anything but the little details that make up you. But that's not how you feel.

So he starts making changes, little ones, without prompting or owning up to them. There's a step stool in the kitchen one morning and the cabinets are reorganized. The scale in the bathroom suddenly never has batteries to work. Labels and food packages always turn up ink splattered or torn. The harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom gets switched out for something softer that doesn't have you worrying about looking ill anymore. There's a ladder - the same kind as in Beauty and the Beast, the kind you've always wanted - attached to the bookshelf now. The sticky window, the one that had always secretly made you worry about being too weak suddenly opens just fine.

Little sticky notes start appearing on your mirror every morning, i love yous and looking gorgeous circled with hearts and stars. Must be the mirror learnin' to speak, he says when you ask.

Jason will help you take as many pictures as you want, but he'll go through them with you after and tell you a different thing he loves about you in each one. You brush him off at first, uncomfortable with the praise of the parts you wish he wouldn't notice. Jason understands that knee-jerk urge to deflect, to hide. But one day he hopes it'll grow a little less automatic.

You've shown Jason how to love his body, to inhabit it, own it, to come alive with it. Now he wants to do the same for you.

[sirxlla]

Naughty List 🎄

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Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected, Female Reader, It's fairly long.

Prompt: Buying him a special Christmas gift.

Notes: italics are actions and thoughts, i'm a new writer, so i'm trying to do what might be good layout? pls Imk what you think of the story or anything really in the comments, i'd really appreciate it

- Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas and with all that said it's all under the cut and -

Things have been quite rough recently with the holidays fast approaching and his ex Tommy trying to come back in his life even though he was happily in a relationship with you. The holidays were horrible for any sort of first responder, if you asked any of them they would tell you the busiest nights of the year are Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas followed by maybe the 4th of July in there. Due to all of that happening of course he was stressed out. As of recent he'd been very distant just due to how stressed out and what little energy he had.

You didn't know if this was a good idea or even if he would be up for it considering it because of how things have been lately. Not that either of you have any issue with one or another but due to the lack of time and energy he's been having. Regardless of that you had happened to stumble upon a skimpy little Santa dress while Christmas shopping online, a smile filled your face as you thought that maybe it was just a bit cliché but maybe stupid enough to get him to smile. Even if nothing else a smile would let you know it helped his stress even just a slivver, now if something did happen? That might make a world of difference to the tension in his shoulders and the stress that seemed to linger in the slight darkness around his eyes. So you ordered it along with the other gifts you had picked out for him and a few other people.

A few days past and you forget about it entirely. Things have been busy so you completely forgot to check when it was going to get to yours and Buck's shared apartment. Of course you and Evan had promised not to open each other's packages because of the fact that they could be Christmas presents for eachother so he brought the packages in when he got home from work and set them down on the kitchen island. He was shortly followed by you coming in about thirty minutes later with groceries. You look down at the table as you brought in the groceries in that were slowly cutting off your circulation to your fingers and remember exactly what you bought. The smile fills your face again prompting you to put groceries up as quickly as you can. You hear him holler that he's getting in the shower and shout back a word of acknowledgment.

Tearing open the white baggie with the Amazon logo across it that you were sure contained the little Santa dress, you find exactly what you ordered a skimpy little Santa dress that came with some cute little stockings as well as a Santa hat. Surprisingly it was a pretty good deal and the quality feels fairly nice and soft. So of course you slip into it while he's preoccupied, zipping it in the front where the zip was. Although it was odd that the zip was in front it didnt look bad at all and it fit surprisingly and exceedingly well.

The other gifts you set aside in their boxes so that you can wrap them at some other point right now that wasn't the priority in your mind. As soon as you heard that shower turn off your smile got bigger because this was either going to make him laugh, make him want to let him stress out in an entirely different way or he wasnt in the mood and would be annoyed. You knew that the last one that filled your mind would most likely be unlikely because even if he was feeling like shit he was always a kind, optimistic and easygoing person.

'Of course that is unless he's not thinking about curses.' You smiled as you thought to yourself about a few Halloween's ago when you were just friends and he was convinced he was cursed. You weren't certain about the idea of curses and such but so much had happened that Halloween for it to be even remotely coincidental.

The sound of him getting out of the shower breaks you from your thoughts. Once he leaves the shower and enters the bedroom you can see him with his back turned to you, the towel tied around his waist as he rummages through it to get boxers out of his dresser.

A sly and mischievous smile feels your lips as you put your arm against the doorway and slightly lean against it.

"Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho. I was making my list and checking it twice when I found-" You burst into giggles as soon as you see the smile graces his face as he turned his head to face you. You had never done this perfectly before, something about role-play sometimes just made you burst into laughter when you tried to be serious. You wete never making fun of anyone who did this more often when you laughed about it. You just relished in the fun of it and the thought of being able to play with Buck like this due to his accepting and kind nature.

"No, no. Continue." Evan stiffled a laugh and tried to hide a smile so bright and happy which made your confidence brighten a bit. God that smile meant the world and could make you feel like you were standing on air or it could bring you to your knees like a puddle.

"Well I was making a list and checking it twice when I found you had been put on the Naughty List. Have you been doing something that I'm on aware of Mr. Buckley?" You had taken a breath to stiffle your laugh before you started talking. The tone of your voice trying to be entirely serious and get into the role of 'Santa' a bit.

"I have been quite good this year, Santa..." his smile widened as he sauntered closer to you. Evan's hands quickly finding purchase on your hips, the soft almost velvety red fabric beneath his fingers. His smile widens as if it was even possible to get any wider as he starts gently massaging your hips before he brings his mouth down to your ear, his lips brushing against your skin.

"...but you know, my girlfriend...she definitely peer pressures me into a few naughty things here and there, Santa. I'm for sure she's on the naughty list but please, oh, please, for me, Santa put us both on the nice list. I'll do anything." He teasingly begs with a joking tone into your ear with a clear sound of lust and dominance gracing his tone.

Due to how tired he'd been it had been a bit since you had seen his dominant side but it was definitely here now, clear as day in his eyes as he is pushes you onto the bed before finding his way betwen your thighs using his right forearm to the side of your head to hold himself up above you. The last thing he'd ever want to do is squish you beneath him.

"Anything..." He whispers against your lips, a smile gracing both of your faces as he gently and languidly kisses you deeply. Your hands gently caressing his face and the slight stubble left there. He shaves in the mornings before work so it was quite common for him to have it most nights but you had never minded one bit.

"Dear Santa, think you could use a little naughty in your life..." Buck teased with a joking tone as he pushes his knee between your thighs and slightly into your core earning a moan that slipped so easily from your lips to between his, it had been a while so your body was already ready and excited for whatever his little mind concocted.

"See? What did I say?" He smirks at the sweet noise that escaped your lips. The towel around his waist very clearly slipping off his hip as he his brought his lips to the exposed cleavage the little Santa dress left uncovered. He slowly pulled at the zipper at the front of the dress exposing your breasts a bit more before attaching his lips gently around your nipple slowly rolling it around with his tongue. His knee slightly grinded into your core with a slow pace. Your hands found themselves in his wet hair gently massaging.

You could tell his was still tired and you didnt expect him to ravage you like a caveman and besides this gentle dominance was more intimate and close in your opinion than any hot rough sex you had ever had with anyone. Tender loving took more patience and care and Evan just loved taking care of you as you did him; Passionate and slow sex never failed to leave the both of you satisfied. You feel him start to move lower with his kisses as he slowly unzips the front of the dress working his way down and by the time he's nipped and kissed his way down to your panties you stop him.

"Ev, Baby...I want you, not your mouth." You said as you gently and kindly guided his mouth back up to yours and slowly removed the towel from his waist with one hand, letting it fall off the bed before wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was languid and soft as Buck held himself above you, still laying between your thighs. His free hand rubbing gently at your nipple, squeezing and massaging your breast earning a few more instinctual noises from you.

"I love you." You whispered, of course it felt random but you always felt the need to reassure him whenever you felt like saying it; you knew the stupid rule most people apparentally had said that you shouldn't say 'I love you' during sex or some shit but as stated before it was stupid. You never said I love you if you didnt mean to anyone let alone Evan. Buck wasn't just his body and you could understand the difference between love and lust. He regains your attention from your thoughts very quickly when he reaches down to rub your clit gently with his thumb though your panties earning a soft mew from your lips. Buck's smile just lights up at the sound.

"Jesus, Baby. You're so worked up, if I'd known you were so needy Id've-"

"Shhhh....Dont." You whisper gently cutting him off before kissing him. The last thing you needed was him blaming himself for you being a bit pent up.

You reached down finding him, gently stroking him, your thumb slightly brushing the tip of him earning the sweetest sounds from him. You reached down to yourself and moved your panties to the side before you slowly guided his body into yours. His eyes gazed into yours and yours back into his. The pace was slow and initmate, your arms wrapped around his torso as his hips deeply and languidly rocked into you. Your eyes not leaving his but for a few seconds on occasion to look down between the two of you as the both of you moan and whimpered in pure bliss of one another. His hair still wet as your hands worked their way through the strands gently in massaging his scalp.

With the way everything was stress-wise and as long as it had been, it was clear to both of you that you both would finish quicker than you would like on a night like this. Usually, the both of you on intimate nights could go for what felt like hours but it was clear both of you wouldnt be making it that long as his hips rocked into you with purpose and depth. Of course neither of you were upset about it, always just content to be with one another.

"I'm close, Baby. You want me to-"

"It's fine, I wanna feel you." You whisper against his lips as you cradled his head not wanting him to leave your body before he finishes this time. He continues the leisurely but deep pace of his him inside you as he feels your walls tighten around him.

"I'm-" You start but you're cut off by the sound of his voice.

"I know." He says gently with a smirk against your chest, that was one thing about Buck is somehow he could always tell exactly what to do with your body and exactly how it was going to react. It was refreshing the way he cared about you and the way he would always take care of you before even beginning to think about finishing himself. That band in your abdomen that had been building slowly snaps as a wave of white washes over you, your back upward so your chest is pressed to his. Evan moves his mouth back up to yours to capture the sound that was escaping your lips before groaning into your mouth with full satisfaction and pride.

After a few moments of silent slight panting as the both of you came down, you whisper to him "Merry Christmas, Baby." You smiled as you massaged his scalp, his body on you like a weighted blanket as you gently massaged drying hair.

"Am I on the Nice list now, Santa?" He smirks as he jokes.

"Well Naughty boys dont get presents and I'm sure you've earned at least a few." Smiling as you hold his face gently tracing that little bit of stubble again.

Masterlist

[octoberautumnbox]

Happy Anni-box-sary!! :DDDD

Whew! It's been a year since I've started writing on this platform (and in general fsgsdjkfghjadskfh), and what a wild ride it has been. Ups and downs scattered throughout the year, but I really wouldn't have it any other way :uwuge:

All that said, let's move onto the box 2024 recap!

Yuri fics I've written: 8

Fly in the Night Trip

Love in the Night Train

Juicy Juicy

Friday

Adrenaline

Enjoy

I Got All I Need

Like It Like I Love It

buncha drabbles I didnt count, some of them fluff, some of them angst, all of them box 📦‼

Yuri fics other people have written: 6

@fillinforlater's Friends that can Keep a Secret

@birchleavesdawn's Bitter Taste

@xshadowdelta's Former Manager pt. 1: Back in Town

@usedpidemo's Cruel Flower

@prael's Reality

@leafostuff's Operant Conditioning

Non-Yuri fics I've written: 11

in my best attempt not to double count when there was more than one idol in the fic (lmao),

1 for soloist Chaeyeon

1 for Kiss of Life

2 for woo!ah!

2 for tripleS

2 for Kep1er

3 for fromis_9

Funnest fics to write:

Hell Week: despite not doing sins's prompt justice, I really did enjoy how I built Yubin and OC's character, even as the writer i fell in love with how sweet Yubin came to be, and while I do think the sex could have been fluffier, i do like how i wrote the ending :DDD

Cute and Caring Noona from Apartment 424: i think deep down inside i knew the apartment thing was gonna come back, even at the time, though i had to promise myself it wouldn't be a series. Yujin and Xiaoting are still a killer duo i'd love to write but it wouldn't fit that well with what i've decided on what the apartment fics will be, instead i'm going with the direction that The Sultry and Pervy Soda in Apartment 307 went and go from there

Like It Like I Love It: EASILY my top 1 from this year. it was everything reader box would have wanted in a yuri fic: a casual relationship, a possibility that there's something more in it, hot sex (literally), and just the right amount (maybe a bit too little) of showing off babygirl yul. i really hope this isn't peak box but going back to why i started writing in the first place, which is that i wanted to see more quality yuri fics, this was something that if i were still a reader would have sated me for at least another year. good job box!

Idols/Groups I've come to know:

Kiss of Life: I think they debuted before me? I noticed Natty first bc ofc I did 😭 but quickly fell in love with how Bobsky just vibes so well with them aaaaaaa

tripleS: I started paying attention around Girl's Capitalism but I knew of them since Generation. I still know only like ten of them and still need to look up whether they're of age or what number S they are but I've written the group thrice now so worth :DDDD

Kep1er: zozi was tough for wizones and I'm not exception, so there was a lot of animosity to this group starting out. I only really started loving this group because of choiyuj, and it was me falling in love with that tiktok that cookies n seggs noona was ever made and it's been upwards ever since

Collabs:

One Heck of a Joyride with @leafostuff: simultaneously this took way too long and not long enough LMAO we started in Feb and released in May, if u can remember Best Job Ever and Like It Like I Love It came out in May too so that was hectic for me. but it's my first and to date only long fic and I hope someday to surpass it in terms of word count and idol nuguness :sitt:

Prompts:

@i-am-lifeform24's Curated Companions: this first major prompt I took part in, where I wrote Dito Muna Tayo :nolookk: it got me attention I didnt know how to feel abt (I still don't tbh) but it was a major step in the right direction to temper my expectations of myself: it reminded me to write for me

@msafterhours's Seasons: this was a major L for me jfkgjslahhf I wrote A Little Goes a Long Way, misunderstanding the prompt "Seasons" for "Seasoning" and making a cooking fic instead. it was a great laugh with him tho, and a memory I come back to fondly

@mintwithchoco's Favorite Song: I wrote Orange-Tinted Sunset with Sticky in mind but promising mint I'd break Belle's heart lmao, at the time my current favorite song switched from that to Nothing and it all just fell in place. I had the idea a long time ago for Haneul but this was the perfect chance to broaden my horizons yet again, and to my dismay it proved @0cta9on right that I kinda was okay at all three genres of fics that touched on after all :bearlazy:

Growth:

can't remember if I said it out loud on the tl but im not a serious writer! that just means that I dont consciously aim to improve how I write and I'm totally fine with the skills and style I have now, and any exp gained or skills learned is has been passively achieved

that said, I'm really so so happy with Fly in the Night Trip and Love in the Night Train. In my first ever fic i said i wanted my next work to be a smut, and that i would be able to write more of what i wanted on my blog soon. Enjoy was both of those, and i even got to write so much more of my ult bias throughout the year and then some. you could call it self-serving, or as @capslocked so eloquently put it, unconsidered readers, all of you. :sitt:

thats why im really happy to be able to come full circle with another fluff in Love in the Night Train, because i feel like it concludes such an awesome year in such an awesome way. id tell 2023 box that just keeping at it wouldve worked out so well, but the extra effort to write just a tiny bit better, to listen to @midnightdancingsol's advice, to stick with it even though work fucked us up (and still does) is going to be well worth it

Hiatuses: 2

ok obviously im not as proud of this one. but each time i did, it was me reevaluating how I run the blog and what sort of stuff I'm getting myself into. it was well worth taking a step back from writing and just figuring out what exactly I wanted to do, and the breaks did wonders for how I paced myself.

these were me asking myself questions that struck the very core of how I conduct this cacophony of a kpop smut blog. it made me aware of arbitrary rules I was holding myself to, and gave me a chance to do away with them. everyone has to clear out their inventory every once in a while, and these were mine :DDDD

Everything else:

ive stopped tracking notes bc I learned since I occasionally write nugu and non-smut to never expect 100+ and I'm always pleasantly surprised when I get there slfjglah but yeah, there's better things to keep track of like what I did above

these are what really matter to me: yuri, writing, and the community i've become part of. while I do think the 1022 club is a fun milestone to celebrate, anything else is a bit more work than i care to make a separate post about (except maybe on bluesky lmao)

at my core, im a glassy, a true fan of the little ball of sunshine that is jo yuri. i keep saying that as long as im able to make one of you lovely readers a fan of her too, i'll know i'm doing good! so to all you box followers, all you honorary glassys, please tune in to yuri! she just released her tenth(!!!) OST entitled Spring Days Pass, will appear in Squid Game season 2 which premieres on Dec. 26 on Netflix, and is bound to have a comeback lined up soon :cuteplead: please join me in supporting her! :DDDD

Aaaaand that's it I think? A wild ride for sure, and I'm happy to have spent it here doing what I love. Hopefully all you readers also show greater support to my fellow writers and friends on here, and as always, stay tuned for more box fics in the future!

Thanks for reading, and see you all in October Autumn Box season 2!!

[niftykin]

REAL MEN

Starring: Silver | Twisted Wonderland

Sypnosis: the reader begins to feel insufficient and unpretty because of some hurtful comments from others. Silver wants to cheer up her partner by showing how much he adores her, on a very romantic night.

Prompts: "Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you." "That noise…keep making it." "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." “I want you. I need you.” "Do you know how much I love you?" "You're all I think about."

A/N: This is my first smut ever so i hope its good, i really liked this prompt, i find out this was very long and i started crying, i tried to make this very very romantic i dont really know how to write smut but i tried my best.

Warning: Smut, MDNI, all characters portrayed are up to 18, AFAB reader, romantic, fluff and a lot of smut, p in v.

WRITING EVENTS

Silver had loved you since the very beggining, he loved everything about you from how the sun made your eyes shine and how your very gaze made him shiver. How your face fitted perfectly on his neck, how his hands were basically made to wordship and adore your body; It was a shame you didn't see yourself from his eyes.

You were insecure and he knew it, it would be a crime if he didn't know that being your boyfriend but he was desperately trying to make you see what he does, to let you see yourself from his eyes, how your nose moved when you saw something you didnt like, the way your gaze turned softer everytime you saw him, what did you do when you saw your favorite color; He loved everything about you, about your personality, your actions and you knew he loved you too aswell. He thought about making a dinner, which turned out pretty good since it was your favorite, the soft hum of a calm song made the air more romantic and comfortable, Silver took your hand on an almost unaperceptible touch. "Can i have this dance?" even if you didnt liked to dance his offer was too tempting.

His hand made his way to your hips tracing soft circles on the clothed skin, your head layed on the crock of his shoulder inhaling the subtle scent of his perfume as he guided your steps on his, even if that wasent an actual dance, even if that song wasent actually danceable none of you could actually care less; The moment was too beautiful to make you think on anything else than that moment, it was something Silver made you feel everytime you were with him. "Do you know how much I love you?" He muttered to you, and you smiled softly as you hummed a little "Yes" as a response, a playfull smile appeared into his lips "I dont think so" He spoke once again, answering to you.

"You are stunning" He whispered close to your ear and you felt your stomach twich, even if you knew that he meant it the voice at the back of your head made you remember what the others said to you, he sensed it and it was like a dagger going across his whole heart. "You look breath taking" He spoke again, softly kissing your neck, a smile appeared on your face as a shiver recovered your spine; Your head layed its way to the side, making him get more access to the soft skin and he smiled.

His hand caressed ur hip as he guided you to the room, if he was going to make love to you he was going to do it properly; His free hand opened the door, leaving you space to walk into the room, he was always a gentleman to you. You walked in and then turned to see him, he walked to you and his hands placed on your face while his lips melted into yours, it was so soft it almost hurt; He was always so scared of hurting you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked for your consent, he always made sure you were comfortable in every situation and he wouldnt forgive himself if he didnt, with a soft hum you answered "Yes", his gaze softened and he nodded subtly, his feather-like touch turned to ge at the back of your neck supporting it and his other hand placed on your waist and he turned to kiss you again. The movements he made were in sync with yours, not only your bodies intelinked but also your souls; Once you broke the kiss to breath you mumbled soft words to him "I want you. I need you, Silver" He looked at you with his eyes wide open, and then he smiled once again, nodding and he guided you towards the bed. You layed on the soft fabric that adorned his chambers, a soft smell of your favorite candle made its way to your nose, his bodey towered on top of yours as his lips made their way to yours again, he breathed heavily for once as he started to increase the movements of your lips that moved in syncrony, as if they were meant to be since the begginig.

You felt nerveous but he made the kiss delicate, and his mouth started to move placing soft hums and tender kisses through your skin, from your cheeks to your jawline, his hands made their way to your clothing as he looked at you, asking for consent once again and you nodded, with that he finally discarted your clothing piece for piece, leaving you naked on his bed. "Thank you" He said as he started to get rid of his clothes too, he wouldnt leave you alone in this, you were confident enough to show him your body and he was going to make ir reciprocate. "For letting yourself be shown to me like this" He continued. His lips kept the work they were doing and you felt reassured, his lips traced your body completely, exploring it and wordshipping it, he loved every singly part of it, every singly detail, every singly hair and scar. "Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you." He muttered as he looked at your sex, palpitating and he smiled, finally pampering kisses on your inner thighs before finally do it at your sex.

His hand caressed your cheek as his member shoved into your entrance, opening it easily for the wetness formed into it by the foreplay he had done before, the time he took on you made your legs relax as he was working into them, his eyes were full of pure adoration. "I wish you could see how pretty you look right now" He spoke as his movements were slow and sensual, making you feel like the most beautiful person that stepped on the earth, your eyes closed as his member made his way into your walls out of pure pleasure but he stopped right there "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." he said making your eyes open again, his soft smile reassuring you and keeping with his pace, a slow and sensual one, he knew how to move so your eyes traveled to the back of your head, your soft hums made him eager to make you release but he knew he got to wait untill it was the right time; His hips touched yours so eagerly it made you feel dizzy, the tension acumuled on your muscles was palpable and the sweat was discarted. You could only think of him right now "That noise…keep making it." He muttered with a little pant, your legs were thightening aroung his hips and his pace started to get more and more desperated.

"You're all I think about." Silver spoke and then after a groan softly made its way out of him he continued "Every day and night, every dream i get is about you" He was making you feel so good, emotionally and physically it was almost a crime to think he was pretending of that the other people were right about what they said to you, his praise increased the knot in your stomach as you reached your high. Silver guided you down it as your muscles relaxed, softly caressing your hand. "You okay?" He asked with a subtle smile as he opened a drawer, ready to clean you out placing a soft kiss on your mouth "Are you hungry?" He already forgot you two ate dinner already, God you got him totally head over heels.

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[jusst-you-race]

CANON GALEX please🥺 maybeee when lando (or someone else) first moved in and heard them bickering and assumed they dislike each other🤭

lovely cherie and anon here is canon galex through the eyes of lando <3 i love the idea that this is the first lando knows of these two - that they're a bickering married couple... so fitting for the ccc snippet prompts

George Hi, this is Lando, yeah?

I got your number off Carlos.

Lando oh yeah this is lando 

George Great! I’m George, I sort of coordinate all the admin stuff for the building on behalf of everyone, just to make it less confusing for the building manager.

Landook cool 

George There’s a group chat I’ll add you to eventually, I just wanted to reach out first.

Lando chill 

hey do u know whos on each floor 

George I do, yes.

Lando neat cuz im on 5 and i heard a lot of arguing in the corridor right 

like idk these two sounded like they were really annoyed and i didnt want to snoop so i was trying not to listen but like damn it was a lot of back and forf 

George Oh. Right. 

Lando so who lives on 5 with me 

i wanna know what that was

George Um well that was me and Alex.

Lando oh 

LMAO 

sorry

maybe dont fight with ur flatmate in the hall 

George Noted. 

He’s not my flatmate though.

Lando oh just a visitor?

well thats good i guess then i dont have to listen in on your arguments all the time 

George Not a visitor, he lives with me.

He’s my boyfriend.

Lando lmao good one 

George No really, we’ve been dating for years.

Lando HAHAHAJCKGDKHLLJ

SORRY

George No, that’s fine. Sorry for arguing in the corridor. 

Lando damn r u like 

all good?

sounded like a loud argument 

George We’re fine, don’t worry. It’s just… playful teasing. 

Our friends have informed us we fight like a married couple.

Lando oh gross so i was listning in on ur forplay?

yuck

i feel like a voyer 

George A voyeur?

Lando yeah wtvr 

fucking wierd place for a u i hate words

George Right. Well. It was not foreplay.

Lando mmhmm

George It wasn’t! 

It was just us. How we normally are.

Lando kay sure 

George Anyway sorry, it won’t happen again. 

Lando nah its chill 

ur all good 

if u did want a voyer tho hmu

George Is that a joke? If so it’s a terrible one.

Lando fjskgkhk

i like u george 

George I will reserve my judgment on you for a later date.

Nice chatting to you neighbour.

Lando k byeeee

George It was a joke though, right?

Lando :)

[bagofjax]

Cringetober day 10 - ship dynamic

ignore that i did this wrong by literally drawing keishin but i didn't want to draw the bald blank ppl, that and these are dynamics that fit keishin anyway.

undercut more really specific ones

honestly i didnt really want to do this prompt but Im skipping so many so i wanted to try.

[catscidr]

I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me  includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite. 

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you. 

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind. 

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.) 

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume). 

✧✧✧ 

If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.) 

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way. 

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are. 

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps. 

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant. 

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.  

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. 

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond. 

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face. 

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding. 

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow. 

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?” 

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky. 

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man. 

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead. 

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight. 

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it. 

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something. 

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle. 

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.  

Everything clicked into place. 

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head. 

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him.