#for more oc content feel free to check out the next tag:

[maareyas]

Do you have a favourite OC? (Kinda new to your OC posts)

hello!! it really depends on the day but currently it's either Comet or Altair overall!

(ignore how insane Altair looks this is the best pic I have of him on hand--)

Comet is one of my best designs imo, as well as having a pretty interesting concept. She also embodies alot of my own "wishes" XD

Altair on the other hand is just fun to "play with" because of his theater kid personality. Alot of his character arc is pulling from my own experiences, so he (and his sister) hold a special place in my heart 💙

[writersdrug]

writersdrug

Welcome to my blog!

I'm Jane :) She/They, overworked, and a writer on the side. My favorite color is midnight blue, my favorite food is Aloo Gobi, and I have a beautiful gorgeous girl named Starr 🌟 Catch me listening to Hozier and old Mr. Suicide Sheep playlists, jotting down my next written work and sipping on lime water. How busy I am and how often I post varies on my schedule, so please be patient if I haven't updated in a while. I'm most likely catching up on sleep or working!

I mostly write for Call of Duty (I say mostly because I'm open to other fandoms, but I have yet to explore). I write SFW< NSFW, light, and dark content, so please make sure to block the tag "Dead Dove Do Not Eat" if you wish to skip my darker works.

My Works

Call of Duty

König Masterlist Simon "Ghost" Riley Masterlist

General COD Works

Comforting You During a Rough Academic Period Comforting You During Your Period "You're Being... Detained" (Phillip Graves x Reader)

Want to see general COD word vomit? Check out my tag cod blurbs!

Want to see more COD content? Drop requests here!

// All work and OC's are fictional. All rights reserved to the Call of Duty franchise. I do not own the characters portrayed in these stories. //

Things I will NOT write:

Scat or waterworks

Food play

Beastiality (monster fucking excluded)

Anal

This list may potentially get longer. If you don't see something here, feel free to ask me about it, but keep in mind it might be something I'm not willing to do, and will therefore be added to this list.

// Just because something is on this list does not mean that this blog will not contain reblogs of this kind of content. By continuing to read my blog you are agreeing that you are responsible for the media you consume. //

FOR ALL WORKS: Headers and dividers credited to @the-aesthetics-shop // MDNI strips and lines credited to @inklore

If I use a photo and cannot find the original artist (since Pinterest is full of reposts where they sometimes don't credit the original creator), please know that none of the art I use is mine. Please message me if you find the OC for an image I use and I'll credit them.

[fantasci-side-blog]

#Fantasci Tumblr!

(This is me @feline17ff/ @heroes-villains-side-blog, @fantasci-side-blog is my new sideblog)

Results are in!

AND HERE ARE SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO MAKE THIS COMMUNITY THRIVE! :D

You have been invited to the #fantasci tumblr community on Tumblr!

The new hashtag for creators and consumers of speculative fiction.

This could be anything from pirates in mech suits to fairies trying to survive a zombie apocalypse.

Let your imagination run wild!

If you're more interested in superheroes and supervillains, #heroes and villains and #hero x villain would be more relevant.

Of course, sometimes there can be overlap, so feel free to use a combination of tags.

Next, we need to decide on the exact tags for specific subgenres. This can come out organically over time as more creators and consumers interact, or we can begin to work on some form of standardization if anyone has ideas.

If you'd like to be involved in this community, you're more than welcome!Use the tag to post your content or search for things that interest you! Don't forget to reblog and comment to make creators feel appreciated! 💞

Check out the notes and under the cut for creators who are interested in speculative fiction. They probably have some stuff on their masterlist already!

Reblog, interact, and use the hashtag! 🥰

"Fantasy squad" from that thread @thepenultimateword @writing-on-the-wahl @watercolorfreckles @amethystpath-writes @snowshowerwriting @puddleslimewrites @muses-of-the-mind @surplus-of-sarcasm

People I think would be interested

@tratieisdabest @writey-unicorn for mythological retellings!

@stuck-in-this-mortal-form for Slavic and Celtic folklore inspired stuff!

@just-a-space-rabbit for space rabbit lore and your OC's space adventures!

@callmemeg for my second knight story if I ever think of a plot or characters!

@world-of-fire-and-flight coz you're a fantasy writer!

@raineandsky because you wrote that knight story once!

@inamindfarfaraway for Phantom Knight Afterlife Club, unless it's more heroes and villains idk

@alwaysanovice @nixylubouv @my-lovely-writing @passionate-fruitcake I think you'd be interested :)

@eahravinqueen @the-lavender-creator friendship tag!

@the-likeable-wizard-mack idk you but your blog turned up while I was researching possible tags, and your content seems like it would fit :)

@chaoticgoodthief Dragons?

@faeeclipseruine @faenemy Your usernames haves fae in it?

No pressure ofc! Ttyl!

[gavinom123]

RIGHT HI HELLO i'm going to make a quick post discussing what's been happening over on twitter these past few days, but it's going to be very long as I'm including as much context as possible!

Before the majority of the post begins, for context: IZ-san does not allow any edits of their artwork, including video fancams, meme edits, and even color filters. Nothing of the sort regarding their artwork is permitted. Full guidelines regarding their work can be found here, so please give it a read if you haven't already! I've been seeing more and more people across various socials disrespect their boundaries, and it's only basic manners to respect them.

It started with a peing ask (similar to curiouscat or retrospring for non-en twitter users) regarding Noel's status as a transgender character

To briefly summarize, it this ask explains that since Noel was Patricia, many people mistake him for a transgender character. It goes on to ask about IZ-san's opinions on trans and LGBT headcanons for their characters, and apologizes if their questions don't make sense as they are using a translator.

They included a translated version of their response in english, so I'll be sharing that below as well.

To put it simply, none of the characters in Witch's Heart are written as members of the LGBT community. While these headcanons are allowed, they should not pretend that these are official and should not use IZ-san's illustrations to share them.

They quietly added onto this after posting their response

They build onto this the next day, first tweeting in japanese, and then in english. I'm sharing the english screenshots below.

Again, they are nothing but respectful about the situation. They've chalked it up to cultural differences, but in my opinion it's not even a cultural difference. It's others pushing their interpretations of the characters onto the fucking developer of the game. The characters of Witch's Heart aren't those made by some big company, they're literally IZ-san's OCs that they've been kind enough to share with us. They do build onto the cultural differences interpretation here, again showing nothing but their attempt to understand why people are time and time again horrible to them.

After this, they received another very very long peing ask, which I'll include the MTL of below.

Their response isn't translated this time, so I'm including the MTL below.

They explain their perspective, as well as the japanese perspective on LGBT+ representation-- specifically that many people in Japan consider it disrespectful to include LGBT+ characters in works that are not themed around the subject.

They build onto this in their tweets after answering this question, some of which are screenshotted below. I won't be screenshotting everything as this post is long enough as it is, but if you're interested please go check out the rest!

After this point, IZ-san hasn't tweeted anything new outside of replies to those offering their support.

To summarize all of this succinctly: you're allowed to have your own personal headcanons! However, they aren't allowed in the official tag (#witchsheart), and should be kept to the non-official-content tags if mentioned (#whnoc + #whnos). Additionally you cannot pretend that your headcanons are canon, and use that argument to harass others over them. You are also not permitted to use official art in sharing these headcanons. Please be respectful of IZ-san's boundaries as they've had to explain this way too many fucking times.

From here on it's just going to be my opinion on everything, so feel free to stop reading from here if that's not something that interests you. In my opinion, main problem here doesn't have anything to do with headcanoning or editing IZ-san's art: it's a simple matter of respect. Witch's Heart is an indie game made by a single person in their attempt to share their characters and their story with people worldwide. Why do people treat it as if it's some big game made by a corporation? Why the fuck are you so entitled to someone else's artwork and characters that you'd go out of your way to disrespect their very clear boundaries? This isn't unique to IZ-san, there have been so many other creators having similar issues. Segawa-san disallowed english translations of their work entirely because so many people were reposting and editing their artwork. Even EN artists are having similar struggles-- just look at Welcome Home and all the fan merch people made against partycoffin's wishes. The commodification of someone else's OCs has got to fucking stop, you can't claim them just because they got popular!! It's not even limited to just gamedevs and content creators-- people feel entitled to doing what they please with even just fanart. Many of my friends and I have had our work reposted without permission, even when "DO NOT REPOST" is written all over it in clearly visible and bold letters. Literally last fucking week I saw a group of like 14-year olds harassing a kr artist because they asked them not to repost their art, and these fucking kids responded by maliciously editing and tracing and reposting it even more. There's a level of basic human decency that isn't being met in fandom overall nowadays, but especially rpgmaker circles and it makes me so fucking sad. It's not that hard to be a decent human being so just fucking stop.

[questforgalas]

Who Needs a God When I Have You?

Notes: This is how I cope with my uterus throwing a tantrum: Rex being so soft.

Also, this is the first time I've actually put down on paper my OC, Kandri Kendra. She's been in my brain since I was probably a teenager (I'm in my 30s now for context) and to actually be sharing her with you all, even if just a snippet, is both exciting and terrifying. I may bring her out some more, but I hope you enjoy this little tidbit with her

WC: 2.7k

Characters: Rex, OC Kandri Kendra

Tags/Warnings: Menstruation, description of pain (menstrual related), mentions of throwing up (menstruation related), dry heaving (menstruation related), swearing, so much freaking fluff

Tay's Masterlist

For those who prefer Ao3

Kandri Kendra was not a religious woman. No god or gods hung over her head attempting to guide her through life or miraculously providing the answers to the questions swirling around in her head. She never gave the Maker a second thought since she passed through the temple doors all those years ago she doesn’t remember. But as she dry heaved into the toilet once more, she was starting to think maybe she had it wrong. 

“For the love of the force,” she pleaded into the bowl as spit dribbled past her chin. “Maker, if you make this stop, I promise I’ll give you a baby next month.” 

Lies. Pure and utter lies. The idea of a child made her shutter more than the pain stabbing below her stomach, but the Maker or the force or whoever else anyone wanted to believe was out there listening didn’t need to know that. 

As if detecting the desperate deceit of her words, another sharp pang ripped through her lower abdomen, and another surge of nausea rolled through. Another valiant attempt by her stomach at emptying its contents, but it ran out of ammo five tries ago. 

“Ugh, not you too,” Kandri groaned down at her traitorous uterus; the cool metal of the toilet a comfort on her sweating forehead. “We go through this every month. It’s not happening. You don’t have to throw a fit every fuckin’ time.” 

Deep breaths. 

In. 

Then out. 

In. 

Please for the love of the force.

Then out. 

I’ll sneak an extra ration from the mess tomorrow, I promise.

In. 

I will cut you out myself, I swear. 

Then out. 

Time passed. How much, Kandri wasn’t sure. She gave up checking the chrono on her vambrace after an hour of cramps with no end in sight, and that felt as far away as the creche at the temple. Oh, what she would give for those years again. Beautiful, pain free years when her own body wouldn’t throw a tantrum every month. When she could sit there and say, “Hey body, swell day we’re having, huh? Not going to throw any wrenches in it, are we? No? I trust ya!” 

A thought that reminiscing about her pre-pubescent years while her cheek rested against a toilet seat may fall under the category of “New Low'' flitted at the front of Kandri’s mind, and she decided now was probably the best time to try and make it out of here. Dredges of energy laid dormant in her muscles. She called on the force, digging past the exhaustion and the pain, and clambered from the spot on the floor. She half expected to see an imprint of a butt in the tile flooring. 

Another cramp flared to life forcing Kandri to grab onto the edges of the sink beside her. Focus on your breathing. In through the nose. That’s it. The rise of the chest. Slow. Slooow. Out through the, oh force. Oh, that’s awful. 

An unsteady hand grasped the empty glass sitting on the corner, and the mere seconds it took to fill it with water were almost too much for the fried nerves and muscles hanging on by a thread. She didn’t bother looking up into the mirror. She didn’t need to see the sweaty wreck her rosy hair was or how deep the bags under her green eyes were. She could feel it all. The sweat sticking to her shirt. The throbbing in her lower back. The muscles cramping up and down her legs. The desert in her mouth. 

Lukewarm water took care of one discomfort, and maybe there was a higher being watching over this poor performance of a human in a tiny venator fresher because suddenly Kandri found the energy to drag her stone limbs back to her wall alcove of a bunk.

Nearly there. 

The standard issue blanket seemed like a luxury duvet in her eyes, ready to wrap herself and fall into whatever blissful sleep her body would allow. Just one more step and she’d be curled in…

Knock. Knock. Knock.  

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Kandri pounded her fist against the wall. She glanced over. Her chrono read 0300. “Who the fuck could that be? I swear-” She shuffled toward the door. “If that’s Skywalker, I’m putting my lightsaber right through his stomach and slashing him in-” 

The door to the sleepy halls of the Resolute swooshed open.

“Please, no lightsaber stabs. Especially in my general,” Amused honey eyes greeted her. “The paperwork would be a nightmare.” 

Kandri wanted to cry. No, sob. No, completely breakdown and let her body crumble and feel every cramp and pain it has thrown her way the past hours because she knew the man in front of her would catch her before her knees even buckled. Because she knew the arms and hands and fingers that would wrap around her and hold her to the warm body wrapped in his military blacks were the safest place in the galaxy she could be. Would ever be. 

“What are you…?” Kandri trailed off, still stunned by the miracle in front of her. 

“I could feel you,” he simply answered. “Well, not how you can feel me. At least, I don’t think so. I just woke up and knew you were in trouble.” Honey eyes glanced all over her, taking in every inch. “Are you injured? I swear, Kandri, if you hid another injury-”

“I didn’t hide another injury,” Kandri interrupted. “I promise, Rex,” she added on when he quirked an eyebrow at her. “It’s just the joys of being-” her explanation was cut short by a stab in her abdomen that caused her to double over, arms wrapping around her middle as a feeble attempt to stave off the pain. 

Immediately, her space was crowded by Rex’s presence as he smoothly put one arm behind her knees and the other against her back, effectively scooping her into his arms as if she wasn’t six feet tall and rivaled most of his brothers’ muscles. “Shh, it’s ok. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he mumbled into her hair. 

Force, he was warm. Warm and comfortable and home. Kandri nuzzled into the soft crook of his neck, near whimpering at the ease merely his presence gave her. Gently, he lowered her onto the stiff mattress of her bunk and wrapped the blanket around her. “Stay here, ner cabur. I’ll be right back.” 

Ner cabur. My guardian. 

“You can call me your personal guardian, Captain,” she’d quipped at him years ago, at the beginning of the war, while she smiled down at him with an outstretched hand and a squad of droids in pieces around her. The squad of droids that had been on the verge of overtaking the captain. The captain who had been laying on the Felucian ground as he grasped that hand held out to him. 

“Nice to meet you, guardian,” he huffed back. 

It became their personal joke. Rex’s guardian having his back whenever Kandri joined the 501st. Rex’s guardian laying droids to waste around them.

Rex’s guardian finding him alone in the barracks, listening as he mourned his brothers. Rex’s guardian laying her head on his shoulder as she cried in the cargo hold. The war went on. Missions passed. Over time, Rex’s guardian protected more than his back on the field. Over time, she protected his heart as well. 

His guardian. 

Kandri didn’t have time to protest as Rex placed a kiss to her temple and walked out of the room. His strong back clad in black retreating away. The venator hummed. Her body ached. Her mind begged for rest. Not long after, dim hallway light flooded in from the doorway once again, and Kandri could feel the tears pricking at her eyes at the sight. 

“Mine should be a little bit more comfortable than the reserves used for the guest quarters,” Rex offered as he held up the long rectangle in his hands. “But before I tuck you in there, do you want a shower?” 

“I’d rather sit through an entire council meeting than move right now,” Kandri answered.

“Alright,” Rex chuckled. The low light of the room did nothing to dim the warmth in his eyes. “Let’s at least change your shirt, yeah? You don’t look too comfortable.” 

“Say that to my uterus.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t change your uterus.” 

“And I thought you clones could do everything,” Kandri teased.

“I’ll happily add it to Kix’s training if you’d like.”

“Sounds reasonable.” 

“Very.” Rex gently kissed her temple again. His favorite spot. Well, one of them. “Be right back.” 

The harsh light from the fresher briefly blinded Kandri, causing her to blink through it, squinting at the offending light. Rex searched the solo cabinet unit for a moment before a victorious “Ah!” left his lips, and he produced a small cloth in hand. The sound of running water drifted through the space before cutting off, and then Rex appeared by her bedside once again, cloaked in darkness with a wet cloth in one hand and a fresh shirt in the other. 

“Alright, off,” he gestured to the current shirt drenched in sweat while he placed the clean one on the end of the bed. 

“If you wanted me naked, Captain, you could-”

“Must be bad if you’re trying to crack jokes at 0330.” 

“They distract from the constant thought of wanting to carve my uterus out.” 

“Not dramatic in the slightest.” Kandri wished she could bottle Rex’s laugh and keep it for eternity. “You may not be up for showering, but you’re covered in sweat, and you can’t tell me you’re comfortable like that. Now, come on. Up and off.” 

“That’s what-”

“Kandri.” 

“If you don’t want my clothes off, you know you shouldn’t use the captain voice.” Slowly, Kandri disentangled from the flimsy cocoon and lifted the clinging shirt over her head. An unceremonious toss landed it near the pack on the floor. 

Rex started on her neck, the wet cloth a blessing against her heated skin, and with soft, reverent strokes, he wiped away the grime. Kandri watched, transfixed by the adoring look fully displayed in her favorite honey eyes. She never cared for the comments that these men were just clones. Never listened to anyone who said, “They’re all just the same.” Because they were wrong. Because they didn’t notice that Kix tanned a little easier or that Echo’s eyes were a whiskey, not a honey, or that Fives’ hair curled a little more on the sides than his brothers’ did. They didn’t notice that Wolffe had a mole on his shoulder or that Cody’s smile quirked to the right. 

They didn’t notice how Rex’s brow furrowed the same way while forming strategies as it does while he watches holoball. They didn’t notice the way Rex preferred sunsets over sunrises. They didn’t notice how the sun turned his honey eyes into gold. They didn’t notice the relief in his shoulders whenever he spotted her across a battlefield, still up. Still breathing.

But she noticed. 

She would always notice. 

“Did you have your cup on you?” Rex asked as he finished wiping the top of her thigh, finger gently tapping against the knee while he patiently waited for an answer. 

“Yes. And the cramps woke me up before the flow started, so no cleanup necessary,” Kandri answered, the soft smile on her lips matching his. 

“One less thing for you to deal with.” A soft kiss pressed against where the finger had tapped. The cloth joined Kandri’s old shirt in the corner, and Rex reached for the clean shirt waiting at the foot of the bed. “Arms up,” he instructed. 

“Rex, I can dress myself,” Kandri laughed. 

“Just, let me take care of you. Please.” 

Well, how can I say no to that face?

“Better?” Rex asked when the hem met Kandri’s thighs.

“Better,” she answered. 

Rex rested his hands on the mattress, leaning in until the tip of his nose brushed against hers. “Good,” he murmured. A whisper of a kiss touched their lips. Soft. Caring. Adoring. Matching the quiet of the room around them. Kandri would trade every relic in the Jedi temple, every treasure in Coruscant’s treasury, every trinket in the galaxy for her life to be filled with moments like this. With the quiet and the stillness where she can practically hear Rex’s heart beat in the darkness. Where they have the luxury of just being, of drinking in each other’s presence. Of ignoring the realities beyond the door. 

Where they know they’ll see each other at the end of the day. Each day. 

Where they know each goodbye is a “See you later” not a “Please come back to me.” 

But such is not the reality for a clone and a Jedi. 

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Rex interrupted, each movement of his lips causing them to bump against hers. “But we have a briefing in two hours.” 

“Nope. War’s over. Dooku retired.” Kandri would hold onto this for as long as the galaxy would let her. 

“Is that so? Anti-climatic if you ask me.” 

“Lazy, really.” Kandri brushed her lips against his. 

“And Grievous?” 

“Fell into a bottomless pit.” 

“One hell of a pit.” He brought a hand up, cupping her cheek, brushing his thumb against the skin. “General’s going to be pissed he didn’t get all of the glory.” Honey eyes looked into green.

“Skywalker will get over it.” She held the hand against her cheek, sinking deeper into the feeling. “You’re not leaving, right?” 

“Need any pain killers?”

Kandri shook her head. “Already took some and have extras in my pack.” 

Honey eyes crinkled. “Then no, I’m not leaving. Scoot.” 

Gingerly, stiff muscles and a cramping abdomen scooted to the wall along the bunk. Once Kandri found a position that didn’t irritate the pain more, she looked up at Rex with open arms. “Snuggles.” Grabby hands followed. 

That chuckle she was addicted to escaped past his lips. “Such a hard demand.” The warmth of Tattooine was ice compared to that which was in Rex’s eyes. 

The standard issue blanket draped over Kandri’s body once again, followed by a larger, thicker one. Kandri near purred. 

Finally, Rex lifted up the blankets’ corners and slid in perfectly beside her. “Come here,” he said as he snaked one arm under her waist and the other over, resting his palm between her shoulder blades. “This ok?” 

“Can I slot a leg? The cramps like that angle tonight.” 

“Of course.” Rex maneuvered so Kandri’s leg slid perfectly in between his. Her knee hooked over his calf. “Better?” 

“Better.” 

The venator continued to hum. The room remained still. Peace settled around them. A soft hand rubbed up and down along Kandri’s spine, occasionally kneading into the muscles stiffening along her lower back. Relief audible in the breaths puffed against Rex’s tan neck. 

“Thank you,” Kandri whispered into the dark. 

She felt the gentle tap of a finger under her chin. A command. A plea. “Look up.” And she obeyed, as she always did with him.

“You never have to thank me.” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Taking care of you is an honor.” 

“Still.” She brushed her lips to the tip of his nose. “Thank you for taking care of me.” Her lips brushed his temple. “Thank you for choosing me.” Lips brushed his cheek. “Thank you for loving me.” Lips brushed his. 

“Ner cabur.” Whispered in the space between. Just for them. Always for them. “You are the greatest gift this galaxy could ever give me.” 

Their lips met. Slow. Unhurried. Savoring. 

Time stood still, the galaxy pausing around them. As if their love was enough to stop it all. To stop the war. To stop the bloodshed. To stop the missions separating them for weeks at a time. To stop the worry and the panic when their com channels remained silent. To stop the frantic check for injuries before each embrace. To stop the “Please come back to me”s. 

“I love you,” Kandri spoke when their lips broke apart. 

“I love you too, ner cabur,” Rex responded. 

Kandri Kendra was not a religious woman. But in the arms of the man she loved, her head nestled into his chest, legs intertwined together, she could certainly believe.

[masked-and-doomed]

NEW ME NEW INTRO!!

Hello, I'm Kat/Kats (or Yomotsu), welcome!! I am so normal about my boyfriends.

Please feel free to ask me about my OC, UG!! Hell, even cooler if you do it in a roleplay kinda way.

Other places you can find me:

@katsdoodles - art blog/archive.

Discord: thatonekats

👆 just in case. Tumblr explodes. Talk to me if you wanna ig (I am not good at conversing. So. Keep that in mind.)

Ao3: ThatOneKat2

👆 Might as well have it here. I've been more in a writing mood this year.

Twitter: @ThatOneKats

I have a twitter now I fucking guess. A bit of bonus content there (a little bit more of unhinged thoughts) but you're not missing much if you don't go there.

UG RP twt: @LIBRARIAMYLAMB

If you wanna see little bits of UG musing about go there.

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Suspected BPD, have been diagnosed autistic. I will feel things very intensely either forever or feel nothing about it in the next hour max. You may see vent posts. Every now and then. Check the tagging system to block em out.

I am deeply in love and sickly affectionate for my 4 darlings. They're my boyfriends, girlfriends, besties- our relationship? Is uhh whatever man. It's love. It's love.

First two being Yomotsu Hirasaka (pfp), and Takao Hiyama. They are my most intense hyperfixation of 2 years.! They are from Mirai Nikki/Future Diary. An anime/manga which I don't really like.

The next beloved is Pocketcat! He is from Fear and Hunger. He's. A silly :) There's so much intrigue of him aaaghhh ough he is so sad.

Last one !! Faust. From Guilty Gear. He's a. He's somebody. Got him on Valentine's Day. He makes me a different kind of ill. Alas, this doctor cannot cure me.

They're 💙 just like me fr. I love them. URL is them btw. Masked men, doomed.

(comfortable with sharing and gushing together with everyone. I don't mind if you send or @ me in stuff that has Faust shipped with someone, (I like appreciating art of Faust in any form :] ) just know I'm uncomfy with all (canon x canon) Faust ships except Happy Chaos, meaning that I won't talk about them (eg., fau.slayer) together.)

I am. Also obsessed with my lambs as well. (The Conclave, consisting of Axus, Libraria, Baldias, and Chronus) They mean a lot to me. I wish to give them happiness they didn't have the time nor place for. You will see me reblog lambs and tag it as them. Feel free to send me lamb pictures, effectively beaming Conclave to me.

NOTE! I do sometimes post about needing my darlings to kill themselves, or wish great harm upon them. I will not always have positive things to say about them. I am a hater as much as I am a lover. (Not the "I want him dead" (lovingly) (though I do have sadism and would enjoy killing them for the fun of it), I have genuine hatred towards them all (Libraria the least) and I loathe their existence.

(if I had to guess, this is the bpd doing its thing)

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Yayaya tagging system time!

#ah rambling - general yapping tag

#[MN/funger] rambling - ramblings of MN or funger

#[MN/funger] bangers - memes/shitposts of that fandom

#oc time - posts about the little OCs I have (currently empty. DW about it)

#unnamed girlie - posts about my self insert. (UG for short)

#UG spoilers - in case you wanna go through the UG tag but not be spoiled about the endings and such.

#guy in my head - headcanon posts

#doodle tag - stuff not high effort enough to put into my art blog goes here

#reblog moment - reblogs! So you can filter them out

#lovesick - yandere / obsessive behaviour

#gatito - kitty tag.

#belalang beloveds - grasshopper tag. Belalang is grasshopper in Malay :)

#art save - images I wanna draw (typically memes I wanna draw with my guys)

#art reference material - reblogs of posts with helpful art stuff

#general reference material - reblogs of posts with whatever that isn't art. Not really 'general' perse but I don't have another word

#epic meowtual art - art by the meowtuals!

#ask game - reblogs of ask game posts

#ask game answer - answers to asks abt the ask game

#hello asker - ask tag

#tag game - reblog of posts that are meant to have you tag other ppl to continue the chain

#negative. And #/negative are used for vent posts. Make those sometimes.

#hxrny aroace on main - (mind the x) epic posts where I feel feelings for some characters (carnally)

#fanfic shit idfk - posts related to fanfics I'm reading (or something like that)

#girl what you on?? - posts where I'm in some sort of delirium, talking to my beloveds. And being ill about them.

#shit I send to fictional guy - posts I'd send to fictional characters. Will prob have their name tagged too.

#unnamed oc core - wow it's just like him fr. Many things will be tagged this btw. They are not okay. (Same person as UG jsyk)

#pocketkitty - for posts I don't want in the pocket.cat tag or reblogging posts that are like pocket.cat. (only applies to him everyone else gets tagged with their name in posts that are like them)

#robot nephew - similar to pocketkitty just that it's. Mr robo.t K.y

#silly doctor man - I fell into gui.lty g.ear and now I'm in love with this bozo. When I don't want it to be in the main tag. Yes like pocketkitty and robo bo.

#mister omelette - guy that asks which came first the chicken or the egg. Answers himself, it's omelette.

#mask quartet - fucking stupid masked bitches trying to save humanity gone wrong

Liveblog tags:

Guilty gear: #pride in my gears: sign, #pride in my gears: rev, #pride in my gears: overture, #pride in my gears: strive

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Tag me in stuff you think I like!! I don't mind! Or like tag games.

There's also a *cough cough* side blog. For degenerate thoughts of mine. If you want it just give a DM ig.

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Pictures i want here

(This applies mostly to Faust. Sorry not sorry Faust. I will give you the worst horrors.)

(This is me any time someone mentions Conclave. I wish I could say I was exaggerating. I'll just say that Conclave has spiked my libido and I've been the fastest to draw suggestive art of them and write smut of them than of any other character I've fallen in love with. I need them carnally. And I tell you, it is a need.)

[koinotame]

\o/

hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing — oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly

[captainai-47]

I found your blog recently scrolling down the obey me Lucifer tag and I believe I’ve realized an undeniable truth; I absolutely ADORE your MC.

Though, as I am sort of in an unexpected time crunch for the next few days, I don’t have any time to officially take the time and read your posts about your MC (lore). I’d love to get into it! It is genuinely different and I’m invested, truly.

If it wouldn’t be too much of a bother, would you run me over the basic lore of your MC? I’m genuinely obsessed. She looks so badass 😳

I have so many questions!

Why is she called an “Agent”?

Is she a high ranking one?

Does she have an agency she reports to?

What’s her full situation with Lucifer?

Does her work get in the way of anything?

What’s her personality?

Ah! I have so many questions I can’t even put them all down 😓

I also want to know about her demon form too! (I’m also pretty sure I caught wind of a monster form, too 👀)

Although you probably already know who I am, most likely considering your activity notifs, I’d still like to ask anonymously.

I really hope to see more of your MC ☺️

(Sorry for making such a long ask. Forgive me for any errors…)

Awwww stop! You making me twirling my hair 🤭🤭. I actually really enjoy it when people ask questions about my Oc! It really makes me happy when others think that my silly creations are intriguing enough to warrant attention :)))

As for some of your questions My Oc Masterlist may be able to answer your questions! Lore art is currently under works! But I highly encourage you to ask for more if you have the time ^^❤️ My twitter Acc contains a lot of scenarios and even hc lists that I have not mentioned here so feel free to check (But only for 🔞 individuals. My Twitter acc is more mature content compared here)

Here’s some that I haven’t explained yet:

What’s her full situation with Lucifer? ➡️ Currently? She’s very, madly, downbadly in love with him. SHES SMITTEN despite their rocky start in the S1 OG! Obm.

Does her work get in the way of anything? ➡️ It does. She is actually homeschooled and even has like a special excuse slips in RAD whenever there’s an emergency mission. She regularly goes in and out of the Devildom and into the human realm to do her work.

Personality ➡️ She’s calm and gentle to the one’s she is close with but in terms of her work as an Agent? Very reckless and even egotistical

[ladyxskywalker]

NOV 2022

fandoms featured on this list: star wars, rogue one, andor, moon knight, pedro pascal, triple frontier, multi. fandom

* coffee fund *

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

** I have been taking a little break from the blog, so the Nov & Dec reading list will be a little shorter than usual. There are some really great finds here that I think you will love ! Hope you will stick around xo **

hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Dec 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Making Out with Ani by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Din Djarin helping with your fear of animals by @archieimagines (cw: fear, anxiety, banthas)

Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

Oceans in the Desert by @wyn-n-tonic (cw: grief, loss)

Ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest by @archieimagines

Shatter Me (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader) (a season two divergent series)

Touching Din by @archieimagines (sfw touching, angst)

✨ Fennec Shand

Indigo by @artemiseamoon (modern, cinderella, fairytale au) (prince!fennec x ofc)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Shower/Bath Sex with Luke by @laserbrains (afab!reader) **

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)

First Lady by @tropodyn (sith!obi wan) (f!reader) (link no longer available 😭)

Stardust (And Other Varieties) by @wickedscribbles (cis afab reader) (cw: implied age gap, force bone, library, mature adult content) **

Temptation’s Kiss by @hellotherekenobi

✨ Poe Dameron

Alright, That Happened by @dreamlandcreations (cw: hair pulling, kinktober) **

Survive Now, Then Flirt by @flightlessangelwings (cw: mild violence, angst) (gn!reader)

You Are In Love (series) by @alwritey-aphrodite (modern au) (f!reader)

ANDOR

✨ Cassian Andor

Hold Me Through the Storm by @archieimagines

✨ Kino Loy

Hoping Against Hope by @saradika (kino loy x wife!oc) **

✨ Ruescott Melshi

Before. When. After. by @littlemisspascal (a three part prison /narkina 5 au) (f!reader) **

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Marc Spector

Helping Marc Through a Panic Attack by @archieimagines (cw: grief, panic, anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst)

Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines

✨ Steven Grant

Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines

Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines

Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)

I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)

✨ Frankie Morales

Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man

Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever

(** may contain spoilers **)

Namor the Sub-Mariner

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

✨ Werewolf by Night

Jack Russell

Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)

[zestyaahbutler]

Meeee Stuff

Hello!

I'm Zesty as I have been dubbed from my many mutuals. Call me anything you want. I do a lot of art stuff that also includes writing!

I like a lot of shows, games, manga, books, movies, and VNs. Please just ask me for what you want, I will likely be already into it.

AMULYA CONTENT UPDATE:

Integra's Mom Masterpost

If you are under 18+ please go to your settings and block the tag #Mat.Zest . These works have mature themes that I don't want minors interacting with such as smut or maybe suggestive artwork. Otherwise, I keep stuff pretty tame.

Updated: 11/5/2023

Writing:

Rules:

What is Allowed:

NSFW

OCs related stuff

Just please message me or provide me with some information

Identity-related stuff:

All sexualities are welcomed with open arms!

Just state specific gender, sexuality, or race in the ask or

message.

Fluff (I love it)

Angst

Crackfics

Gore

I’ll do torture as long as it's tasteful as I’d like to get into more horror-related stuff

DO NOT ask me to write anything questionable or illegal such as underaged readers or characters, rape, incest, and pedophilia.

Current works:

Hellsing:

Her Highness’s Next Sunset [Alucard x The Queen]

It is 1941, the Germans are bombing London. What is Elizabeth doing? Well, she is staying in Windsor Castle and there is an elaborate party happening. Thoughts of the state of Britain loom over her. The party has all a girl her age could ask for; drinks, handsome suitors trying to win her heart, and plenty of entertainment. Yet it's all so overwhelming. She escapes into a dark unattended hallway to collect herself but finds out that something has been waiting for her.

Choosing Life [Integra x Reader]

A young woman from America works a dead-end job. She will live wavers till she decides to take a cheap vacation to the United Kingdom where she stays in a small village. They welcome her with open arms but the townspeople slowly became weirder and would not let her leave. It turns out they are a cult trying to produce the second Virgin Mary and eternal mother. Isolated and only given what she needs to survive, she starts to lose herself. One night, she is taken out of her room of captivity and led to a ceremony. She is given the choice to kill the sacrifice given to her and live or be killed for rejecting their love. For the first time, she chooses to live.

She blacks out but wakes up later in a now gored room.

Those That Grow in Their Place

Short stories that feature Amulya, Integra's mother.

Walter teaches Integra how to garden a few months after her father's death in hopes she may take up a new hobby that contrasts her dreary situation.

Madam Hellsing Vignettes

Feel free to check these all out. Comments make my day and make me work faster! Have a nice day 😊

[thequeenofthewinter]

Fic Friday

Hello, hello lovely followers, mutuals, and visitors to the Hellsite! I have a new chapter of my fic up and waiting for you to read. Come check it out because it's an emotionally dramatic party! <3

Rating: E (canon-typical violence, explicit content, check the tags)

Genre: Romance, action, adventure, drama

Pairing: Dahlia Wintersnow (OC Dragonborn)/Ulfric Stormcloak

Link to AO3: An Invincible Summer

Snippet:

"I know, but with everything that has happened and now the Moot I just feel..." She stops for a minute as she feels her stomach turn once again. "What are we going to do?"

Ulfric has been strangely silent about the whole situation ever since they left Dragonsreach. She would have thought by now that he would have made some comment about Elisif and the less-than-warm welcome they received upon their arrival or even about the Moot itself.

"Do not worry about it, my heart. All will come together in its moment in time. You have to trust."

When he looks up at her, for the first time, she can really see how tired he is, and here she is adding to his burdens and he is comforting her when she should be the one supporting him.

"I do." She tells him sincerely. "The Divines and Akatosh have lead me this far even if at times I was unsure of the outcome. I just can't help but wonder what is next."

"I too often wonder the same thing." He sighs as he pours some of the tea out of the pot into a mug for Dahlia and sits down next to her.

She looks at him to see deep lines creasing on his forehead as he pours himself a tankard of wine.

"Do you really believe that it's going to happen?" The words are quiet, yet they are said with such gut-wrenching self-doubt it makes Dahlia's heart twist painfully. "Perhaps, all of this is just some Dwemer pipe dream." Ulfric looks to her, his eyes dulled of any of their previous hopeful shine."Have I had my head stuck in the clouds, and now all of Skyrim is hitched to what--idealism?" He shakes his head dejectedly as he takes a sip from his cup--anything that will dim the ache he currently feels. What has he done? He had visions of grandeur of being the savior Skyrim needed and finally setting what he loves most free. But here they are, no closer to that than when they started and possibly in an even worse situation, and it's all because of him.

"You can't think like that." Dahlia reaches out to him, cupping his cheek in her hand.

"Even if we are crowned at the Moot, what next?" He continues. "The Thalmor are surely coming, and what will we do? Have I doomed us all?"

"There is nothing that I believe in more than I do in you." She looks at him earnestly as she tries to catch his gaze, but he avoids her. "Doubt is normal. It is what makes us human, and it is exactly why you will make an excellent King." She places her fingers softly under his chin to lift his gaze so he is forced to look at her. "They don't understand you like I do. They don't know how you toss and turn at night. They do not see the countless hours you spend at your desk as you try to untangle the mess in Windhelm, which is more complex than they could ever understand. And they do not see the anguish that I see in you and the worry that you have for Skyrim and her people."

Emotion twists in Ulfric's stomach at hearing his wife's words. How is it that she can hold so much conviction and belief in him when daily he questions himself, even if he does not tell her so every day. Truthfully, he had been holding this feeling in for a while. He did not want to put more on her plate with everything else she has to worry about.

"Thank you." He tells her quietly as leans into her touch. "This is exactly what I needed to hear."

Dahlia does not say anything more, only holding onto him tighter.

Come what may, they will walk their destined path together.

[gomamonday]

Gomamon Day is THIS FRIDAY! GET HYPED!!1!

I originally established Gomamon Day back in 2017, I wrote a small FAQ about it back then: https://tumblr.com/gomamonday/168174866156/gomamon-day-2017, here's an updated version:

Why a digimon?

I’ve seen a few days for celebrating other digimon (Flamedramon, Renamon), as well as days to celebrate pokemon (such as 7/28 as Popplio Day), and figured it would be nice to celebrate a specific digimon species; not necessarily “Jo’s Gomamon”, although that is the one that most digimon fans are familiar with.

Why Gomamon?

Many years ago, along with Patamon and countless virus types, he was established as one of my favourite digimon. I quickly got tired of the Adventure anime and am mostly familiar with them through the old PS1 games. Over a decade ago I decided to begin collecting digimon merchandise, with a main focus on Gomamon and Patamon. Over the years more recently, they appear to me as a sort of embodiment of positivity and happiness, and have helped me get through a lot of negative or otherwise not-so-great times in my life. So for me personally I think having one day to celebrate them would be great to show others how awesome this underappreciated digimon is!

Why December 9th?

December 9th is the day I got a special Gomamon custom-made plushie of my own; in fact, he’ll be 9 years old this year! His name is Natticus, and you can follow his cohost once he decides which username to use (Natticus or NatticusTheGomamon on cohost) or check out his old tumblr archive @natticusthegomamon​. He was made by magnastorm on DeviantArt and is one of the most popular “Gomamon” art submissions there! The date also correlates to the same month Gomamon was first revealed in the Digimon Pendulum Version 2 (Deep Savers) in December 1998.

How do I celebrate?

You can draw or write about them, take some photos if you have a collection (no matter whether it’s gigantic or just one plushie), make a photo story of your own Gomamon’s adventures, livestream a digimon game (Gomamon is obtainable in Digimon Survive, Cyber Sleuth, Hacker's Memory and Next Order!) or just reblog some relevant posts~ Make a Gomamon OC (or ask an OC owner to draw theirs!) You’re free to @ or submit posts to this account anytime from now until then, or you can make your own post(s) and tag them with at least one of these hashtags below so I can find them to reblog here!

#gomamonday #gomamon day

Any rules?

No negative/hateful posts about anyone or mon; we can all love Gomamon without being mean to other monsters right? While I'd like the day's celebrations to stay SFW, if you do make other content (NSFW or "SFW fetish" content) please do not directly tag it under #GomamonDay, use something different like #GomamonDayNSFW instead. Late posts are okay, I’ll likely be celebrating at least all weekend long!

Feel free to ask/message me if you have any other questions, ideas or suggestions! Thanks!

[legendreign-archived]

Laws

The mun’s pronouns are she/her. You can call me Vanessa.

1. I do not own all the icons used on this page. Some of them are free icons whose sources I always like or reblog. The 100x100 icons I use for my ooc faceclaim, Jane Judith Jocelyn belong to the deactivated dawns-icons.  Some of the icons I use for Yukio Kasamatsu, Shintarō Midorima, and Taiga Kagami were made by sportbaes. The icons I make by myself are nothing special so please don’t take any of the icons I use except for the ones reblogged and tagged under #icons and #resources.I can also write multiple muses at the same time, just let me know when we’re plotting.

2. DO NOT INTERACT

If you’re someone I have blocked.

If you are a minor.

If you project your traumas onto your muse or identify so strongly to your muse. It’s fine to relate to your muse and give them bits of yourself but people who project onto fictional characters can lash out at others in relation to any word that sounds unfavorable to them and their beloved characters which becomes very distressing. 

Find any triggers listed on my muse bios to be uncomfortable. Your comfort comes first.

If you are a SessRin and or Yashahime anti. If you are uncomfortable with SessRin but still want to interact with my Towa, you are welcome here. I will change Rin’s mother in a thread for your comfort but please understand that first and foremost, Rin will always be my Towa’s mother and you will see a lot of SessRin content in this space.

If you like to apply real life morals to works of fiction.

If you want to cancel fictional characters because I have little qualms about interacting with controversial characters from media, I like.

If you don’t like how I run this blog or tend to police others because I’m NOT here for that.

3. I am private, mutuals only, selective, oc and crossover friendly but fandom selective. I will not follow blogs of unfamiliar fandoms unless you are a trusted mutual.

4. I love shipping, heck, I’ll even ship my muses together but please check out my muse bios to learn about a muse’s ship availability! CanonxOC and OCxOC in addition to crossover ships with my muses are fine with me. Please feel free to ask me if you want to ship our muses, I will seriously consider it if it makes for a great plot / they have chemistry. I am ship exclusive so I will limit my romantic shipping to no more than two interpretations of a canon character. For my human muses, the age limit for shipping is 7 years but I have no problems aging up or aging down a muse to make a ship more comfortable. I am more comfortable doing controversial shipping in historical settings like say, teenagers with adults for example as long as it's still within the 7-year age limit. For my immortal muses, the age limit is very high but don’t ask me to ship my long-lived muses with anyone who is not teenagers or 60+. For my doll muses, we will only ship in verses where my girls are humans / humanoids.

5. I WILL BLOCK

Porn blogs

Anyone who is disrespectful to me/disrespected me in the past/Anon hate. I should technically apply the three strikes rule but honestly, it depends on how rude you are and if you are mentally and or emotionally stressing me out really badly. I don’t appreciate sarcasm and cannot tolerate angry paragraphs. I’ve had emotionally triggering experiences with roleplayers who took my words out of context and decided to throw angry paragraphs at me so please assume best intent. I have no intention of being rude to anyone.

Rp blogs people warn about!

People who bring up drama about rp blogs I don’t know and make call outs not to inform people about genuinely harmful people but over their personal choices that they didn’t like.

RP blogs who are anti-SessRin, anti-Yashahime, anti-Junpei Hyūga

Personal blogs who reblog my roleplay related posts and do not take their reblogs down by the next day even though I have asked them to take it down.

6. I am of legal age, but my muses are not. I am (20+) and don’t mind aging my muses up but there will be no smut! I am very uncomfortable with it, and I prefer to fade to black. I do not do incest or rape. The nsfw-ish thing you will find on this blog is violence (not including torture). This blog and muse bios are not spoiler free. The muse bios contains heavy topics this blog will cover so please read the side sections of the muse bios for the triggers! Trigger warnings will be tagged accordingly. (For ex: smoking tw). The things I tag with nsfw-ish? contain slight nudity and cleavage. I try not to reblog anything extremely graphic so let me know if something upsets you or if I’m missing a tag.

7. Please do not god-mod. Let’s not control each other’s muses or kill them off.  I will always ask for consent if I feel the need to describe your muse’s actions. If I do god-mod, it was most likely an accident. Please let me know so I can apologize and refrain from doing it again. However, if your muse threatens to harm any of mine, expect them to fight back and if your muse is an enemy; then expect them to try to kill your muse as well. I will analyze if it’s possible for them to kill your muse and ask permission before carrying out the act.

8. If you follow first, I will assume you have read my rules and understand the triggering topics that can be presented on my blog. I usually follow back within the week so if I do not, it’s because you lack a rules page, or your muses are not from familiar fandoms. I will unfollow blogs that do not follow me after three weeks unless you are a good friend / trusted mutual / blog I admire/enjoy. If you unfollow me please block me so I can unfollow back. This means that you have no desire to continue interacting or maintaining our friendship so let me know if you unfollowing was an accident.

9. I will delete unanswered starters after a long period of time has passed by to keep the blog clean so let me know if you want me to keep it or that you will take a long time to answer it. Exceptions can be made for good friends who I know are generally slow. Even liking or commenting on the post gives me some reassurance that you saw it.

 10. Feel free to give me reminders about our thread. Tumblr sometimes messes up notifications, so I may have missed something. I will do my best to reply to it and have it queued asap. I try to remind people if at least a month has passed and there has been no response to the thread. I will be lurking around on weekdays and more responsive on Fridays and weekends according to the Pacific Standard Time Zone. Please keep in mind that I work part time so there may be days when I am not on. Discord is also where you can reach me!

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I do apologize for the lengthiness and if I give off a harsh tone in my rules, I just want to keep having fun roleplaying with friends and not get triggered by others!

Not a requirement but you can leave a like or comment that you’ve read the rules~!

[aquagustd]

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

᯽ pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

᯽ genre — heavy angst, smut, fluff

᯽ word count — 164.4K

᯽ warnings/tags — love triangle au, single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, explicit smut, drug use, mentions of violence & blood, harassment, mentions of stalking, toxic relationships, mentions of drowning, happy ending, (will update)

᯽ vibes — the neighbourhood

᯽ updates — every Monday (unless stated otherwise) DO NOT ask about updates. check under the tag #update: hie.

꒰ playlist🎵 yoongi’s visuals ∞ taehyung’s visuals ✦ jungkook’s visuals ★ sora’s visuals ☢︎︎ hie jimin’s visuals ☾ oc’s style ♡ ꒱

→ bits of heaven: drabbles

→ hie: drabbles/asks

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part 01 - 10K . THE FIRST NIGHT

↳ a small escape from the stress leads you into the arms of a stranger with lots of stories to tell, stories that involve endless touches and caresses, however, the plans you’ve made to never see him again is forgotten; that stranger is your new boss.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ you get me so high by the nbhd

part 02 - 10K . DON’T LOOK

↳ the story of your life is not something you’d like to share, but he finds out eventually and you’re surprised by his reaction, however, an old friend makes a special appearance.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ nervous by the nbhd

ꕤ flashback drabble — fast forward ꕤ

‍ ▹ ─ reflections by the nbhd

part 03 - 6.8K . BABY CAME HOME

↳ you aren’t thrilled to see your old friend, like he’d hoped you would be, and you show him exactly why he is unwelcome in your son’s life, however, he isn’t too happy after he hears the stories that you’ve gathered in his absence.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ baby came home 2/valentines by the nbhd

part 04 - 5.8K . ONLY TOUCHED YOU ONCE

↳ faded white scars seem to split open, but he’s there to stitch them up again. can you withstand each twist of the knife?

‍ ▹ ─ void by the nbhd

part 04.2 - 8K . FEEL THE RUSH

↳ you’ve accepted that the scars will always remain, a little dimmer than before, but are you willing to forget with his help?

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ void by the nbhd

📞 with oc + yoongi

part 05 - 9.8K . LURK #smileysixth

↳ Junho’s birthday party or the perfect cover for illicit affairs?

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ lurk by the nbhd

part 06 - 5K . CRY BABY

↳ you decide that you’re tired of the constant back and forth, there are some things you need to know.

‍ ▹ ─ cry baby by the nbhd

『read this far & still rooting for jk + oc? read this』

part 06.2 - 8.9K . SWEATER WEATHER

↳ a newfound fire begins to sizzle, where the flames from your past now simmer.

‍ ▹ ─ sweater weather by the nbhd

📞 with oc + taehyung (jk + oc)

part 07 - 12.8K . THE BEACH #hie: thebeach

↳ the fire reignites, only to be put out again — and repeat — you have reached an impasse.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ the beach by the nbhd

part 08 - 6.7K . YOUR NAME IN THE RAIN

↳ guilt welcomes you like an old friend.

▹ ─ daddy issues by the nbhd

ꕤ flashback drabble — rewind ꕤ

‍ ▹ ─ dark red by steve lacy

part 09 - 11.1K . SHARING MY HEAD-HEART

↳ conversation, confrontation and…crying.

▹ ─ softcore by the nbhd

part 09.2 - 6.5K . CROSS YOUR MIND

↳ conversation, confrontation and…crying continued.

▹ ─ #icanteven by the nbhd

part 09.3 - 8.7K . SADDERDAZE

↳ more conversation, confrontation and…crying.

▹ ─ sadderdaze by the nbhd

part 10 - 22.8K . PREY #hie: thedinner

↳ the path is free of flames, all you need to do is allow yourself to take that first step.

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ prey by the nbhd

part 11 . WIPED OUT

↳ again and again and again, you’re done holding out the flame.

▹ ─ wiped out! by the nbhd

part 12 . I SEE MYSELF IN YOU

༄moodboard ‍ ▹ ─ ?

epilogue

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The Light of Dead Stars (Epilogue) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Chapter Warnings: Foul language; talks of pregnancy; explicit sexual content (breast play, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex) (18+)

Chapter Word count: 10.5k

A/N: We have reached the end! I wished this story got a bit more love, but regardless, it was wonderful being able to write about Jin and falling in love with him even more. To those who read with me and to those who are just about to dive in, thank you. The messages have been so lovely to read. I hope you enjoy this, too.💕

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Status: Complete

Series summary:  Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.  

Jin takes the carry-on bag from your hand and puts it over his shoulder, then holds your now-free hand and smirks before he kisses it.

“Smooth, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’re so cheesy, stop it,” you chuckle, nudging him to the side.

You’ve both just checked in the airport and are wandering around before heading to the lounge for lunch. You and Jin decided to leave on a Thursday afternoon, while the rest of your family and friends opted to leave the next day. You don’t want to be too harassed when you arrive in Spain, and you also want to make sure that everything is settled for your guests when they get there.

You’re buzzing with excitement. You’ve been reading up on all the Michelin-star restaurants in San Sebastián and all the other markets and famous dishes in the city, and you can’t wait to try them all. You’re finally able to fully enjoy another country with your husband without the stress of work, and no, France doesn’t really count. There are food tours, cooking classes, and a ton of nearby cities to explore and get lost in. And the fact that you’ll be enjoying some of them with your family and friends adds to the exciting feeling.

You’re about to make a turn for the first-class lounge when a familiar face startles you, and you immediately call her name.

“Seri!” 

She looks up from her phone, her face contorting in surprise before she gives you her genuine, sweet smile.

“___!” 

She scurries to where you are and excitedly bows to you. She’s a lot more shy and conscious towards Jin, though, and you don’t blame her. The last time they met, he was angry and walked out on her, and you’d been the one to defend her to him during the time when things had gotten too much. 

“Hi! It’s nice to see you again,” you greet her, then you tug your husband’s hand.

“Hey, Seri,” he greets. “How have you been?”

Her face relaxes and you’re glad she’s found her joyful spirit again. 

“I’ve been great! I laid low for a while since, uh, yeah… and there haven't been any unfortunate instances since I spoke with Sejeong,” she responds. “She’s been checking up on me and that’s been incredibly helpful. How about both of you?”

“We’re doing fine, too. Things have looked up for us and we’re going on a vacation, actually,” you smile. “What about you? Where are you headed to?”

“Oh, that’s great! You two do deserve a break,” she says quite shyly. “And I’m heading to Japan. I actually got the courage to apply for a position in our Tokyo office and I fortunately got accepted. What you said stuck with me, you know? About not letting that whole experience ruin me for anyone else, especially for myself, and, well… I also kept thinking that I’ve just been settling for all these years.”

She glances at Jin as she says the last bit, and he catches it, too. It’s not out of spite, you could tell, as somehow she still says it with a glimmer of fondness in her eyes. 

“I realized that maybe if I take a step out of my comfort zone, things can surprise me, and moving to Japan felt like the first step - still a little bit familiar but still new. And I’m really excited.”

“That sounds great, Seri! I’m glad that the thought stuck with you. It was all I could offer at that time,” you reply.

“It helped a lot, so thank you. And thanks to Jin, too. I’m really happy for the both of you, and I truly mean it.”

Jin offers her a smile; he thinks it’s all he could give her, other than an apology.

“I just want to say sorry for how I acted the last time,” he says, looking into her eyes to let her know he means every word. “I was completely out of line and acted like we didn’t share anything in the past. ___ had to knock some sense into me but she shouldn’t have had to. I shouldn’t have been an asshole and put the blame on you, so I apologize. I hope you can forgive me.”

“It’s okay, Jin,” Seri responds. “We do things we don’t mean when we’re hurt and angry, and I understand. I’ve forgiven you a long time ago, so I hope you’re not hard on yourself. You copped yourself an incredible woman; I’m kinda jealous,” she giggles. 

The twinkle in her eyes and the sweetness of her laughter is back, and there’s that feeling of acceptance and joy that overtakes him. So much has happened between them in the past few years and more seems to have happened to them individually in the few months since they’ve last seen each other, but he feels that sense of relief that this is how they officially go in their separate ways. 

Seri was that sweet and charming young woman who was just trying to figure out her place in the world when they first met. And Jin was that seemingly confident man who had to keep going despite the pressure and expectations put on him. It was in each other that they found that little space of comfort, of pleasure, of fleeting happiness that would eventually end. 

And now here they are. Seri is off to start a new phase of her life in another country, and Jin will be starting his with you, the woman with whom he’s found his permanence - of joy and love and excitement and comfort. 

“Well, we’re really happy for you, too,” you say this time. “And I’d tell you to say hi to my brother, Jung Hoseok, for me, but I’ll be enjoying our vacation with him, so maybe next time?”

“Oh my goodness! You’re siblings?!” She gasps. “I should’ve put the pieces together! I can’t believe this. I admire him so, so much! And he’s also so handsome.”

“He’s quite the Casanova there, I heard,” you chuckle, even more when she looks visibly embarrassed at outing herself to you. “But I’m really excited for you, Seri. I hope this new start is all you imagined it to be.”

“Likewise,” she smiles. “I’ll go ahead. Have a safe trip, you two! Bye!”

Jin waves her goodbye and glances one last time as she heads the opposite direction.

And just like that, the light, the star, has been extinguished. 

Loading your luggages in the trunk of the car, Jin speaks to the chauffeur before guiding you inside.

“Oh come on, you speak Spanish, too?!” You exclaim.

Jin laughs at your shocked face. “My closest friend during grad school was Spanish, and we would teach each other our native languages and cook each other food. He was a good teacher and I learned the basics from him. He was just a pretty bad cook so I didn’t get to appreciate Spanish cuisine from him.”

“That sounded more than basic, though.”

“Maybe advanced basic?” He chuckles. “I try to practice. Father always says that learning another language is good for business. But I’m not all that good. I can assure you, however, that we’re never gonna get lost here.”

“Hmm, nice. Adds to the list of reasons why my husband is pretty hot and amazing,” you hum. 

“Ah, so that exists. So tell me, did you think it was hot when you first heard me speak French?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Not really, I just thought it was cool. I didn’t really give a shit about you in that way during that time,” you tease. 

“Ugh, brat.”

It's an over-an-hour car ride to your hotel, and Jin switches languages to speak with the chauffeur who is helpful in suggesting places and nearby cities to visit. You and Jin plan to set your schedule during this whole trip later, and perhaps surprise your guests with little luxuries, too.

The hotel that Jin chose sits at the heart of the city. It’s grand and breathtakingly beautiful, and your suite has stunning views of the sea; you’re excited to know how your family will react to this, and you’re glad you’re able to spoil them like this as well.

Once the butler leaves, you drown yourself in the comfort of the couch and true to form, Jin comes over and rests his head on your lap. He asks for a kiss, claiming he didn’t get to do much of it given the full-day of traveling, and you indulge him, complete with the head massage that he loves so much.

You take a shower and rest for a bit before you head to a nearby restaurant for dinner while going over all the things you plan to do for the week. You then decide to enjoy your hotel’s offerings of pintxos and wine in your balcony while overlooking the beach to end the night, and of course, some lovemaking because somehow, the air in this region is making your husband much more irresistible.

You spend the next morning finalizing all the wedding details - from visiting the venue, doing a tasting of the dishes to be served, and then trying on your outfits for the big day. It feels so intimate going through your wedding preparations like this. You didn’t plan the first one, and you were frankly too preoccupied with work to be even remotely sentimental or emotional about that.

But it’s different this time, as Jin wants it to be perfect. He’s gotten your taste in food and design to a tee so you don’t have much to comment on. You’re just amazed that he’s able to plan all of it on his own, and he credits it to being decisive and having connections in the industry. He was able to book everything without a hitch, after all. 

After having lunch at a seafood restaurant, you welcome his siblings and your friends, who all took the same flight, and then some time after, your family arrives. Jin’s parents make it in time for dinner at a restaurant that overlooks the sea, and the sunset is spectacular as you all enjoy amazing food amidst the conversations going on.

“We’re really thankful that you all could make it on such short notice,” Jin says as the chatters die down. “It means a lot to us that you could join us on this special occasion.”

“Yeah well, you offered to pay for it,” Jungkook pipes in. “We wouldn’t have made it otherwise, so thanks, Mr. Rich Handsome Man Jin. I’m glad we could be here for you and my best friend, too.”

“Thanks, Kook, how sweet,” you playfully roll your eyes. “And Jin, you’re too formal. This is a special occasion for us, yes, but also for our loved ones here. We’ve come a long way, I could say. And we’re just really happy that you’re all here. I mean, my sister is here! It rarely ever happens that she gets days off.”

“Don’t be surprised if my brother paid off her employer to let her go for a week,” Taehyung laughs, prompting you and your whole family to look at Jin in shock, who merely shrugs and tries to act innocently, and you know you won’t get a straight answer from him if you asked.

“Please, enjoy dinner. The tab is open in the bar under our name,” Jin says, to the delight of your friends. “And if you could keep your afternoon and evening free tomorrow, that would be great. We booked a spa day for everyone and then we’ll have dinner at the hotel.”

“What is spa day, Uncle Jjan?” Geonhoo asks. “Do we get one, too?”

Everyone chuckles at the little one’s question, but you tell them that they get to spend the day at the children's center while their parents get pampered, and that seems to be good enough for them. 

Jin’s parents seem to be just taking everything in and not speaking much, perhaps trying to get used to being around both of you again. But they send you soft smiles when you look their way, and that’s really all you could ask for. They’re here and they seem happy, and they were really the missing piece that you and Jin needed for this trip to be all that you want it to be.

You and Jin spend the next morning with your family, as you rarely get to be with them. You see Miyeon twice a year at most, so you want to spoil her as much as you can. You join them as you explore the city, past churches and quaint alleys, past street side food halls and boutique stores. 

Your family is in awe of everything, and you made sure that you got to pay for their trip and give them something memorable in return for all that they’ve done for you. Of course, that includes feeding them amazing food as well. You promise them only the most delicious things to eat during their stay here. 

There’s a bit of time to rest before your schedule at the spa, and it’s one you’re quite excited about. The last time you had something similar to this was during your “honeymoon” in Saint-Tropez, and it was an interesting experience, as you and Jin reminisce while you stay in the hot tub of your assigned suite. 

“It was so awkward trying not to be awkward while we were getting our massages,” he laughs. “I couldn’t look at you and the therapist was looking curiously at me for being so conscious.”

“You could’ve just acted sleepy the whole time, you know, or at least, acted interested without being creepy,” you say, sipping your lemonade. 

“Ah, well, there were lots of times during that trip wherein I wasn’t sure how to act,” he replies. “Things were changing for me and I was confused and that spa day was a challenge. I wanted it to end so badly.”

“I just tried not to mind you,” you chuckle. “I’ve never been pampered that way and I had to savor it so sucks for you.”

“Now, though, I want to take our time here.” 

“And do what?” You arch your eyebrow.

“Hmm, you know…” he hums, asking for your hand and pulling you to sit on his lap. His mouth immediately going to your chest to suck on your pert nipples and kiss your chest. “This and more.”

You moan in pleasure, your hips reflexively grinding against him as your head lolls back. “Ah, this is what you plan to do, huh?” You say, whimpering as he makes it to your neck and licks a spot he nibbles on. “We might not make it to dinner on time.”

“We will, that’s why I scheduled it for 8,” he responds, reaching your lips now and kissing you deeply. 

His tongue slides in, entangling with yours passionately that you feel yourself get lost in his taste, in his movements, in his hand that’s kneading your breast. With you tugging the ends of his hair, he moans into you, and you pull away before you get tempted to sink into his hardened cock that's poking your belly; the tub isn’t the safest place to have sex, after all, and you don’t want to risk it.

“I’ll be tempted to do more if we keep going, love,” you giggle, nibbling his lower lip before you completely let him go. 

“That’s why we’re on a honeymoon,” he whines, making you sit in between his legs after you remove yourself from him.

“We get married tomorrow, so the honeymoon starts after,” you correct him. “We still have to behave, especially since our family and friends are here. Just a few days, and you’ll have me to yourself again. You planned that.”

While you and Jin will be staying in the city during your entire stay, his family will be heading to Portugal, your family will travel to Madrid, while your friends - including Yoongi, whom Jin instructed to take a break, too - will be staying in Barcelona. You’ll at least have some time with them before they leave, and you want to make the most of that, too.

“I know. I also planned to have you the entire afternoon with me here,” he says, kissing your cheek now.

“Hmm, the San Sebastián air really got you crazy for me, huh?” You tease. 

“You underestimate me, ___. I’m crazy about you all the time!”

“Shush, I’m not used to you being cheesy.”

You tease each other until you both make it out of the hot tub, then you call the therapists for your 1-hour body scrub, which you spend giggling like teenagers because you wanted to know if the scrub tasted like coffee, too. But you do feel much cleaner and even lighter, and you’re both left alone, knowing you have time before the next session begins.

Jin’s hands have a life on their own once you enter the shower to rinse, as he just can’t take them off of you - they’re all over you, feeling and caressing you in places as if you won’t be having a massage later on. He helps you clean yourself and you motion for him to switch places with you so you could do the same. It’s really just an excuse to feel him up. 

Your husband is built in an intimidatingly handsome way. It’s deceiving, really, as his long limbs make you think that’s all he is, but underneath the clothes are his delicate-looking yet wide shoulders, his toned arms, and his smooth and honey-skinned chest that flows down to his gorgeous abs and tiny waist. He feels so good under your touch, especially when it causes certain parts to harden even when you just graze them. Somehow, he looks even more breathtaking all wet from the shower, and you have to will your heartbeat to slow down.

Or not. You control your time here, as Jin reminded the therapists that you’ll buzz them whenever you’re ready for the next service. And so you don’t mind, as your hand travels to where he needs it most, and he responds with a grunt and his deep, dark brown eyes boring into you. 

He kisses you desperately, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other cups your cunt, massaging it, sliding his fingers inside it, and playing with your swollen nub.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Want you so bad.”

“Need you,” you groan, as you feel yourself start to shake.

He turns you around, his arms caging you against the wall. He shuts the shower off and there’s nothing but the squelch of his fingers as they go in and out of you, and your joint moans of desire and pure lust as you continue feeling each other. 

Wanting more, he lifts your leg at an angle that allows him perfect access, and that’s what he does - his hardened cock enters you slowly until he’s snug inside you, feeling your warm walls take all of him in, and your sounds of pleasure urging him on.

“So good for me,” you keen. “Always so good for me.”

He kisses you again, slower this time, as he tries to match the pace of his body against yours. It’s intimate, loving, and really just the start of it because pretty soon, he’s securing your head in his hand and he’s quickening his thrusts. You feel the assault on your pussy and it feels so good, especially when he tells you to touch yourself, and the pleasure is so overwhelming that you come easily, without a warning, and even he moans at the feel of your slick on his cock.

“Can you go another round?” He asks, heaving and kissing your forehead, and you know he’s still got more left in him. 

You pant your yes, and immediately after, he removes himself from you and leads you to the bench in the shower, urging you to sit on his lap. You align your entrance with his dick, sinking down; feeling him in this angle is different but just as good, especially with his eyes following your every movement, with him sultrily biting his lips as he revels in the way you like when you’re positioned like this. 

He starts with his tongue doing wonders on your hardened buds, teasingly licking the tips to let you feel just enough of the sensation. 

His hands guide you up and down after, and everything is so euphoric that all you could do is hold onto his shoulders to keep you steady, even if the rest of your body is hurting so good with the pleasure and the physical effort it needs to feel all this.

“It’s okay, just relax,” he says, feeling your muscles tense now. “Let me do the work. I’ll take care of you, just hold on tightly.”

So you do, and he grips your thighs, secures his hold, and starts hammering into you from underneath. He pushes himself up and you clench around him so you could hear that sweet sound of his moans. You take control of the kiss this time, wanting him to reach his high, too, and it’s your tightening walls once he hits your end that does it for him. 

“Shit,” he heaves, slowing down now. “I could do this everyday. Screw work, let’s just fuck all the time.”

“Hmm, you’re funny,” you say, moaning as you continue to grind against him. Jin looking and sounding sinful has caused that coil in your belly once more.

You start feeling it again, and he stops your attempt at touching yourself so he could do it himself, liking your fucked out look as he pleasures you while he softens inside you, but he swears he’s starting to get hard again. You moan his name, feeling it build up once more, so he pulls you close and sucks that sensitive part near your ear while he continues pleasuring your clit, and add to his growls, you start to completely lose it, shaking on his lap now as your thighs start to tire. But the pain feels so good and that’s what sex is like with him - it’s absolutely heavenly. You come again, and you lean on his shoulder as you come down from the high.

“Did I make you pregnant?“ He asks once you’ve recovered, but you recognize the playful tone of his voice. 

“Oh, is that what you wanted?” You arch an eyebrow.

“I’m teasing. I know you’re not ovulating yet.”

“How’d you know?”

“You shared your tracking app with me, remember? But I know we still have to meet the doctor and all,” he says. “Gotta make sure everything is safe and ready for the little Kim that’s gonna grow inside this sexy belly of yours.”

“How is it that you make everything sound ridiculous,” you chuckle, accepting his help to get off his lap. 

“Seriously though, I can’t wait for us to become parents. Maybe I should plan a baby-making trip, too. What do you think? What’s the sexiest city in the world?”

“Oh goodness, I can’t believe I’m married to you sometimes.”

Jin thankfully behaves for the rest of the session. After your massage, you have your facial treatment, then you get your nails done, then your hair. You feel like a new person, but more importantly, you feel ready for tomorrow’s big day. 

Your friends and family say as much when you meet them for dinner, and later that night, as you fall asleep in the safety of your husband’s arms, he whispers just how much he loves you, and that he hopes he gets to say everything he wants to in front of all the people you love, so they could feel, too, all that he feels for you.

The perfect weather greets you the next day, as you and Jin enjoy your breakfast on your balcony. You plan to stay in in the morning before you get fixed up and head to the venue before your guests do. Something about doing things differently the second time around makes you want to surprise them, perhaps to show how you and Jin are together. They haven’t seen the venue nor your outfits, and you can’t wait to see them be surprised at how everything has been set up, including you.

Jin helps you zip up your dress and puts on your accessories. It’s not typical for both bride and groom to be dressing each other up but you think it’s part of the fun this time, including ogling each other as you both look at yourselves in the mirror.

You have on a simple strapped, sweetheart dress. It’s tea-length and flowy, and you twirl around to show your husband the freedom of movement you have, unlike your long-trained, lace gown from your first wedding. Jin, like you, is in a gold polo and white suit and trousers, and as you expected, he’s stunning with his side-swept hair and brown sunglasses. 

“Shall we, Mrs. Kim?” He turns to you.

“We shall, Mr. Kim.”

He takes your hand and you are driven to a nearby quaint town where the winery, which sits between picture-perfect mountains and streams, is located. The venue for the ceremony overlooks a stunning view, and you could already imagine enjoying a good meal as the sun sets. 

You stay in the holding room while your guests arrive, and not long after they’ve settled in do you and Jin walk down the aisle hand-in-hand, looking like the 100-100 good-looking power couple that you are. 

Everyone gushes, and true to form, Dara yells how, for the first time, she’s crushing on you more than she’s crushing on your husband, but that he’s “pretty close.” Geonhoo squeals your name and how pretty you are, while Ji-hoo screams how handsome her Uncle Jjan is. It’s such a chaotic yet intimate moment, and it’s really what you expected. You don’t expect Jin’s parents to look as emotional as they do, though; it’s the surprise you’re happiest about.

The event is more symbolic than anything, as the minister states. He shares a passage about love and friendship and family, and it’s the perfect lead up to your respective vows. 

“I’ll do the honors. May I?” Jin takes the mic, and you nod your approval.

He begins with thanking everyone present and why he was adamant on having this wedding here, and this soon, and with only the most important people in your lives present. 

“We’re making our promise to love each other to you, too,” he says, turning to them, “and we hope you promise to help us keep that promise to each other as well.”

Your friends and Taehyung, as expected, are the most vocal, and you glance at your parents and Jin’s, and there’s really nothing like their soft smiles and approving nods. 

Then, on a more serious note, Jin takes your hand and kisses it. 

“Hi again to my 100,” he cheekily smiles. “So we’re here in this gorgeous place, yet I still think you’re more beautiful than any view in this world.”

Everyone laughs as he immediately cringes, and you playfully smack his arm because that was “incredibly cheesy.” 

“I tried to practice it with a straight face but I laughed every time,” he explains. “But anyway, ___, we’re here, and I didn’t really think that in this lifetime, I’d be marrying the same woman twice. But if the first time was out of obligation, this time it’s out of choice. And it’s an unbelievable feeling to be doing this now, to be as in love as we are with each other, and to be excited for all that’s to come.”

You give him a smile. His voice sounds so sweet but you do spot a hint of nervousness in it, and it’s also quite adorable. 

“But as we and all those present know, it wasn’t always easy,” he huffs. “We held onto our own stars for years because they shone so brightly at one point, and we kept thinking that they will continue to, because for a long time, they were all we knew.”

The stars. Of course. You suppose that conversation with him at the Han River stuck with him like it did with you.

“But the universe finds ways to surprise us, I guess, because just as we were both learning to let go of those stars, we found each other and learned that, well, there’s something much better, brighter, closer, and that they’d been there the whole time; we just never really bothered to look. Or maybe you did, once, but you said I wasn’t your type so you didn’t really take a second glance, and imagine missing all this,” he adds, causing everyone to laugh again. But you nod vigorously because you insist that it’s true. 

“You took my hand and leaped with me, and we found ourselves in the most bizarre arrangement that, in hindsight, actually allowed us to be comfortable and real and vulnerable with each other. And that’s what did it for me - I’ve known one path my whole life and you… you keep me there, while also taking me to side streets and alleys, to paved and unpaved roads, to scenic routes and dark tunnels, all the while joining me in struggles and joy, laughing with me, joking with me, loving me. 

And like I said, it wasn’t easy; I almost lost you. More than once. But we chose to love even when we didn’t think we could again, even when it felt like the whole world was against us, even when it was the most difficult thing to do. I don’t think I could’ve done all that for just anyone, ___. It had to be you; it would only be you. Because you taught me that. That’s why I’ll be loving you for the rest of my life. I’ll be loving us and our future family for every day of my life.”

He ends with a wink, and the tears slide down your cheeks the same time that you laugh, because his ass just had to conclude it with a flirty yet silly gesture, but you also know it’s his trick to not cry. He seems to only prefer doing that with just you. 

You take his hand now and look him in the eyes; you know this unnerves him and he wiggles his eyebrows as his defense mechanism.

“Kim Seokjin,” you start. “You are probably one of the last people I ever thought I’d marry, let alone fall in love with, because you’re right, you’re not really my type.”

He scowls at you and you can’t help but laugh with everyone else. 

“You’re incredibly handsome, you’re brilliant and hardworking, you make me laugh, you cook me the best dishes after my mom, you listen to me, you take care of me, you protect me, keep me safe… you keep your promises, and you never leave my side. That’s why, because before you, I’d known no man who’d done all of that to me.”

His eyes soften, and he knows of all the pain that you had to bury, that you had to get past, just so you could open yourself again to someone else. 

“You showed me that we could be vulnerable and bare to another person while still being their strength. And like you, I think that’s what did it for me. We got to be ourselves while learning, laughing, eating, bickering, and holding each other when things were tough and scary and unfamiliar. And I know that every day we spend giving each other headaches and the best laughs and the warmest hugs, is a day I’ll want to have for the rest of my life - together, and hopefully with a little 100 in the future, too.”

He gives you a smile this time, and it melts your heart just how easy it is for both of you to get lost in each other like this. You could hear people sniffing and you already know it’s Jimin and Dara. 

The minister finally instructs you to seal the deal once again and Jin, being the dramatic man that he is, half-dips you into a deep and passionate kiss, the exact opposite of the very first one you shared. 

You pinch his ear because of that surprise and he yelps then laughs before finally hugging you. 

“I love you so much, ___. You make me so happy. My ear also hurts now.”

“You deserve that,” you hug him back. “But I love you, too.”

Your guests cheer and it’s a pretty long moment of hugging and greeting all of them while the servers prepare your early dinner. With amazing food that you and Jin chose, against the darkening sky over mountains and little villages - it’s all so perfect, even more when you and your husband finally have your slow dance that he insisted on, because he’d only ever do it in front of your families and friends. 🎵

“Do you remember our dance during our first wedding?” He asks, as you lean on his chest and listen to the beating of his heart in tune with the ballad playing.

“No. We didn’t have one.”

“Exactly. We said it would be weird.”

“It was awkward enough that we had to look in love; dancing would be over the top,” you chuckle. 

“I agree. All we did was laugh during our wedding because we were so amused at how we were able to make them believe that we were secretly dating,” he adds. 

You hum. “We could be actors, Jin. If this whole food thing doesn’t work out; we always have another option.”

“Nah, it only worked because I was comfortable. Like I said, that’s why,” he says, turning to you. “I didn’t feel like I had to impress you or anything, or act like some perfect, flawless being who was so sure of himself. I always felt like I could just be me when I’m with you.”

“Yup. When I tell my teammates you’re actually annoying and you have a weird laugh and you’re like a child sometimes, they don’t believe me.”

“Wow, way to maintain my image, ___,” he pinches your nose. 

“I’m showing them you’re human, okay?” You argue. 

You both go back and forth in bickering again, until your father asks for your hand, and Jin happily lets you go. 

“No more surprises this time?” Your father asks as he secures his hold on you. 

“Maybe the only surprise is that I’ve attracted a good man this time,” you joke. “And that I’ve learned to love one, too.”

“What’s important is that you didn’t give up on it. And I’m so happy that you didn’t,” he smiles, kissing your forehead. “And that he didn’t give up on you, too.”

There’s warmth in your heart at his statement, at the thought that even without talking much about your past, your father knows how hard it was, and just how much being with Jin now means to you. 

“Come to think of it, it’s like I took that bullet for you, too.”

He, as always, makes light of that incident, but he speaks the truth; it’s what got you here, after all.

You smile in agreement and look at Jin with his own moment with his mother, who cups his cheeks and looks at him like his eldest son again.

“I’ve missed you so much, you know that?” She says lovingly.

“Yeah? I almost thought you and Father were going to disown me,” Jin chuckles. 

“Never, my Son,” she pouts. “We may have overreacted a little bit, and we’re truly sorry; it was all so new, being disappointed in you. But you know us, we’d never be able to resist you. You’re our firstborn, Seokjin. We’ll always love you, and we’ll always want the best for you.”

“I love you, too,” he embraces her. “I guess I’ll learn more about this whole love thing when I become a father, huh?”

“You will. And guiding you in that role is something your Father is truly excited about. He talks about it a lot, he’s just a little shy to tell you directly.” 

Jin and his mother both laugh as they glance at the man in question, being forced by his grandchildren to dance to the song that’s playing. True to form, he can’t resist the little ones, too, so he takes their hands and twirls them around. 

Jin softens, thinking of his old man and his moments with your future kids, too. 

Then he finds you, laughing as you referee Jimin and Jungkook who are fighting over who gets to dance with you first. Jimin wins rock-paper-scissors, so you waltz with him first and trip on your second step. Next to you, Dara rejects Jungkook’s offer for a dance and asks you if she can dance with your husband instead.

“Sure, just don’t scare him,” you tease.

Dara scurries to Jin, who takes him from his sister, and she gasps as she takes her position.

“Holy shit, my best friend really hit the jackpot with you. And I can truly say that you, Mr. President, do not have any pores.” 

“I, uh, I’m human, Dara. I have those,” he laughs. “Is… that why you wanted to dance with me?”

“Partly. But also,” she glances around, “I just want to know if it’ll be weird if I ask your secretary out on a date. I have been waiting! I’m the one who always pursues my man and I wanted Yoongi to chase me this time but he’s sooooooo slow, I am losing patience! And I don’t know if it’s because he might think it’s weird so I want to know if it is because if it isn’t, then I’m now going to profess my love for him and—”

“Wait, I thought you just wanted to ask him out on a date…”

“Yeah, after I profess my love for him. I’ve made up my mind already, okay? I want him to know that I’m serious about him,” she pouts.

“Hey, of course it’s not weird. Yoongi just gets shy sometimes; he just needs a little nudge. So go there and tell him how you feel,” Jin says. “And do it now because he’s glaring at me and I’m afraid he’ll hate me forever.”

“Uh, okay! If this fails, I will take back what I said about my best friend hitting the jackpot with you.”

Dara leaves Jin hanging and walks to the bar where Yoongi is, and being free now, the little kids take their chance to dance with their other cool uncle.

On your end, you’re now dancing with your brother, and Hoseok’s smile is, and will always be, a ray of light to you. 

“You know, I told Miyeon everything that happened the past months, and she couldn’t help but cry,” he says. “She hates that she was too far away to comfort you, or to even know what was going on. She wishes she got to be with her big sister when things were hard.”

“Did you remind her that she was?” You smile. “During those dark days, she was always going to my dorm to make sure I was eating. You know I didn’t want her to worry about me this time; I didn’t want any of you to.”

“We can’t help it. We’ll always be protective of you, you know that.”

“I know,” you hum. “But you don’t have a reason to be anymore. Not as much, at least. Someone else is sharing that role with you. He’s a pretty cool guy, I’d say.”

“You really love each other,” Hoseok grins. “There’s that sparkle in your eyes I’ve never seen before. And that man bows down to you, ___. He literally worships the ground you walk on. It’s great to see.”

You nod in agreement and you both continue to talk about their Barcelona trip, until Dara’s voice echoes through the open space.

“He likes me, too,” she wails as she holds Yoongi’s hand while his other one covers his face in embarrassment. 

She pulls him closer to where you are, now joined by your husband in amusement. 

“I can’t wait for our fancy double dates!” Dara chirps.

“Hey, we’re part of that, too!” Jungkook chimes in.

“Couples only, Kook,” Dara shakes her head.

“Jimin and I can fake being a couple! We’ll just ask these two experts here and we’ll be fine!”

You smack Jungkook repeatedly and he yelps in fake pain because it’s him and he’s too built to feel that. 

“I’m kidding!” He laughs. “Even if it’s true.”

You scowl at him as you all fawn over the new couple, and you and Dara giggle as she tells you just how Yoongi shyly admitted that he’s liked her for a while but didn’t know if she was ready for a relationship. You take her up on the fancy double dates suggestion and tell her you’re glad that your own love story led her to the man of her dreams.

The party continues until later in the evening, and once the little ones have started to doze off, Taehyung suggests going to a club for the after-party.

“Tab’s on me,” he says. “No alcohol for me and my wife so we’ll be your babysitters. Let’s enjoy; the night is still young!”

Everyone cheers, and Jin’s parents offer to care for the kids so that Sejeong and Hyo-seop can join, too.

It’s a half-hour ride back to the city and you take the time to take a breather in the car, snuggling next to your husband who caresses and gazes at your ring-bearing hand.

“I never really took the time to appreciate this before,” he says. “I wish I got us new rings.”

“Well, it’s a good reminder of how we started,” you say, kissing his cheek. “We made something good out of it and now we’re here.”

He hums in agreement and kisses your forehead. Seeing you wiggle your feet, he asks for them as you say they’re starting to hurt. His adept hands massage them, and you moan internally at how he’s hitting the spots that hurt the most.

You make it to the club shortly after your friends do, and they’re already at the bar with Taehyung getting their orders, reiterating that he and Hyun-a will just enjoy the show tonight.

It’s a relatively chill place with good music and great booze. You already had some drinks during your reception but given your high tolerance for alcohol, you and Jin are still fine. 

Jungkook and Jimin are already partying it up with other tourists, dragging Miyeon and Hoseok with them; Sejeong and Hyo-seop are being all giggly college sweethearts in their own world; and Dara is already grinding on Yoongi who seems to be enjoying it all. You could swear the man is blushing, but he eventually takes control and just pulls her flushed against his chest, hugging her affectionately and now you swear that Dara is probably crying tears of joy. 

You’re seated on a stool, resting your feet a little bit and watching your group to make sure they’re still  alive, while Jin stays next to you, bopping his head to the beat. Neither of you do much of this back home unless Tae drags you, at which point you give in because your friends want to go, and you both end up babysitting everyone. But it’s your wedding night and there are other people who will be the responsible ones for the evening, so you nudge Jin and ask him if he wants to dance.

“Okay, but can we make out on the dance floor?”

You’d choke on your drink if you had one because he’s being so adorably sexy right now. “Is making out in public one of your fantasies, too?” You giggle.

“Sort of? I know it’s so tame but it’s not like we can do it back at home. This just seems like the place to do it. Am I too boring?” He pouts. 

“Love, of course not. I’m not that… spontaneous or exciting, either. But sure, let’s go for it.”

He helps you off the stool and you turn to your table where everyone has returned.

“Hey, so I'm gonna make out with my husband on the dance floor. Please don’t look, but also make sure that no one’s filming or something.”

They look at you puzzled before they start laughing.

“Do you want us to barricade you while facing the other way?” Jungkook jokes, and he yelps when you smack him again. 

“Go on, lovebirds. We’ll pretend we don’t see anything,” Jimin smirks.

So you and Jin head to an area a little farther from them, but it’s not a large space so you know they can still see you. You turn to Jin, whose hands are already on your waist, and you smile as you catch him admiring you. 

“You are so in love with me, there’s no denying it at all,” you tease. “I’m telling my team that you’re a closet hopeless romantic, Kim Seokjin.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I won’t,” you say, kissing his nose as you both sway to your own beat, which is slower than the music currently playing. “That’s a thing between us. I get to hold that secret of just how loving and affectionate you are, Mr. Kim.”

“That, I am. And only for you,” he replies, kissing you deeply. “It’s probably the San Sebastián air and the post-wedding bliss.” He kisses you again. “And the thought that when we get back home, we’ll start seeing the doctors and maybe have a little one on the way, too.”

He cradles your belly, and the thought of you being pregnant with his child, the child you'll both create out of love, makes his heart swell with joy. That’s another kind of love he can’t wait to feel for another person, something he only gets to feel because of you.

“Hmm, that sounds nice. I mean, babymaking always weirded me out but it’s so sexy when you talk about having babies with me,” you moan, diving into his mouth now with your tongue seeking entrance. 

He meets your hungry kiss, moaning as well. His hand tightens its hold on your waist while yours grips his collar. He tastes so sweet, so good, and you feel that dampness in your sex that makes you want to go back to the hotel now and have him under you. 

Jin pulls away and kisses your pouty lips. 

“My body’s reacting,” he says. 

“Hmm, same here,” you smile, melting into his hug and pecking his cheek. 

You both sway off beat again to the music, and not far away, you spot a foreign couple smirking at you, motioning for your husband and somehow you just know what they want.

“Jin, I think that couple wants a foursome,” you tell him, and he follows your gaze and sees the couple. “Is that a fantasy of yours, too?”

“Nope,” he answers right away. “I’m perfectly satisfied with just you. Plus, I can’t let anybody else fall in love with you. Why… do you want to try?” He asks nervously.

“Hmm, nope. You’re overwhelming enough for me,” you turn to him. “And I can’t have anybody falling in love with you, too.”

“Alright, good. Now that’s settled, should we call it a night?” 

“Sure,” you giggle. “Let’s ditch them.”

You both head to your table and announce that you’re leaving, with Dara, unsurprisingly, stating that “the newlyweds are gonna do their thing now.”

You roll your eyes and instruct all of them to message you or Jin once you’ve gone back to the hotel, if they even will. They wave their goodbyes and you leave. 

When you get to your suite, there’s less of the lust from earlier and more of the need to just be in each other’s arms, so you both decide to just enjoy a warm, relaxing bath and watch the sky slowly turn orange. It’s early in the morning and you hadn’t even realized you’ve been out the whole day, but oddly enough, you don’t feel as tired as you expected.

Sitting in the tub with your back against Jin’s chest, you take his arms and wrap it around you. 

“You feel like home, ___,” he mumbles. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.”

“Yeah, I’ve had your dick poking my back before but you never said that though,” you tease, and he tickles your sides before he tells you to take him seriously.

“I’m sorry,” you laugh. “You know we’re not always good with sweet stuff and we’ve reached our quota today since your vow melted my insides but I feel the same way with you,” you turn your head to face him. “You’re that large home with so much space because I feel free but you’re also quaint and cozy and you smell like my favorite home cooked meals and my favorite coffee. It’s the kind of place I want to grow old in.”

“I am, huh?“ he blushes. 

“You’re a lot of things, Kim Seokjin. Home is definitely one of them.”

The rest of your trip is as amazing as you expected. 

You sleep in the day after your wedding but spend the afternoon lounging at the beach and then the pool. 

Jin’s grandparents call and say that something will be waiting for both of you when you get back in Seoul, and there’s less of the guilty feeling this time. Because of the short notice trip, they couldn’t make it, as they’re currently in some pilgrimage. They did eventually get wind of the whole fiasco, but Taehyung and Sejeong were so good at making it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. You’re glad that whole thing is over, and while you and Jin gave up on ever truly getting justice on your and even Seri’s behalf, you at least know you’re stronger than anything that comes your way. 

You take a day trip after that, to the northern Basque Country and visit a few coastal towns. They’re all quaint but beautiful and less crowded, so full of history and lively sceneries that your parents appreciate greatly. It’s also everyone else’s last day, so Jin’s parents treat all of you to a lovely dinner overlooking the sea, and it’s one of those moments that make you feel so thankful that you get to live this life.

The days after they all leave, you and Jin take cooking classes and do food tours, then you visit Bilbao and go to the Guggenheim Museum of modern and contemporary art.

“It’s a must-see,” Jin says on the day you visit. “It looks too stunning not to explore. Is that okay?”

Somehow his question means more but you don’t say much. You’ve come to know art because of Namjoon, but you appreciate it for its existence as art - it’s beautiful by nature, even if you don’t always understand it. 

You don’t think you’ve been to an art museum without Namjoon since, well, since he went away. It was that bitter and immature part of you that was jealous because he left you for it, and somehow being here reminds you of all those emotions that you kept in for years because they didn’t seem fair, nor rational; they just hurt. 

Jin lets you take the lead, and you really just go around and towards things that catch your eye. You soak in what you see, and if before you wanted so badly to understand them so you could see it in Namjoon’s eyes, now you’re just… seeing, and appreciating it for what you see. Perhaps that’s how it is when you’ve truly let go of something, you think. A part of them stays with you, but not big or deep enough to taint your vision.

“This was nice,” you say on the ride back to San Sebastián. “I appreciate you taking me there. Did anything catch your eye?”

You. Always you.

“The colored cherries,” he replies, cracking you up because it’s the same thing you thought.

“I believe they were tulips, Jin,” you say, taking his hand. “But they were pretty. There’s more of the pretty things I’m only really appreciating now.”

He hums and pulls you close. He knows nothing else needs to be said.

On your last day, you go crazy with shopping that you have to buy a separate luggage just for all the wine, cheese, cider, anchovies, and other local ingredients that you’re able to pack and bring home. Everyday since you’ve been here, you find a new restaurant or eatery to fall in love with and you wish you have more time to just soak up the city and enjoy the cuisine a little bit more, but you guess that’s what all the shopping was for - to bring San Sebastián home with you. 

Still, your time here feels enough. You were able to spend time with your friends and family, and be with your husband without the demands of work keeping you both busy - he made sure of that. You’re reminded of how much you love food, and that it’s a privilege that you’re able to share that love with the man you love.

And as you watch the pretty views of the Basque Country disappear as you ascend in the air, you think to yourself this time that you’ll always have Spain. All the memories and words and emotions shared will be kept with you as you continue to live this life with the person who makes you laugh and gush and happy the most, the one who lets you finally see things and their beauty for what they are. 

You pick up from where you left off when you get back to Seoul. Your officer-in-charge managed while you were away, and you’re glad you have less paperwork to deal with, given your jet lag that you’re somehow still suffering from despite being back a week. 

But it’s okay, you think, as Jin continues to spoil you by massaging your body and making you broth every night just because. He’s still quite the romantic, but less in words now since he’s back to bickering with you as his default, and you really won’t have it any other way. 

Still, you know something has changed. Other than the repaired relationship with his parents, there’s this joy in your husband’s eyes that shows itself as a glimmer, and it’s the kind that you know he can only pull out from himself. You’d know; it’s the same glimmer in yours. 

You didn’t think that marrying him again could give you closure - with your past self, with the stars you held onto, and even with the marriage you have with the same man. 

Perhaps there’s something different with starting again, and it’s not just the redesigned wedding rings that Jin’s grandparents arranged for you to have because “those second vows are the ones that matter, even if you’d both kept the promises you made the first time.” It’s knowing that this is your life now, the life “after” you married him, the life that’s made up of side streets and alleys, paved and unpaved roads, scenic routes and dark tunnels, and you’re here, navigating it all while holding his hand. 

You hold his hand, too, months later, on the day you see your stars on a bright Saturday morning.

You’d just capped off a tiring week of product evaluations and Jin has been taking day trips outside of Seoul and the country for meetings. 

There’s a newly opened cafe in the nearby neighborhood, which serves coffee from beans taken from different parts of the world. It’s got an artsy vibe to it, too, and you want to try out their pastries and see if it’s going on your long list of favorite places with your husband. 

Walking next to his side, you check out the menu some feet away from the counter, and your indecisive asses decide to order 2 sandwiches and 2 slices of cake. It’s in the middle of paying when you hear a familiar voice, prompting you to turn to the side.

He calls your name, and your smile is immediate.

“Joon.”

You walk towards him and his embrace is immediate, too, one that you instantly fall into. 

You haven’t seen him since that trip to France, and you’ve only spoken a few times since you canceled that Hong Kong trip to see him. You’d told him briefly about the scandal, the fallout with Jin’s family, and the second wedding you both had. Seeing him again after so long feels new, refreshing; somehow you think it’s meant to be, too.

Namjoon still has that pine scent you liked so much. He still has that deep, low sound of his voice that used to calm you down whenever you were missing him, and that almost child-like laughter that reminds you that he’s also still a kid at heart. There’s that smile that launched a thousand love letters from you, with the dip in his cheeks and the crinkle in his eyes that used to make your heart flutter.

Namjoon still feels and smells like comfort, just a different kind.

“Hey,” your husband approaches him. “I don’t think we’ve ever met. I’m Jin.”

Namjoon takes the hand that’s reached out for him, mirroring the smile of the man he’s heard so much about; the man he lost you to because he’d been too comfortable living in his own world to give it up for you. 

“And I’m Namjoon. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says. “It’s nice to see you both here. I hope we don’t disappoint.”

“This is yours?!” You ask excitedly.

“Well, I’m looking after it for a friend while he’s on business trips and I’m staying in Incheon. This is a good space to work and it’s nice to see familiar faces,” he replies.

“So, you took the offer, I see?”

“Just recently. I took a job in Austria before this but something just pulled me back,” he says longingly. “I think I’ve been away from home too long. I’ve forgotten what it felt like.”

“Well, you were never meant for just one place, Joon. I think I realized that some time ago,” you reply. 

I realized it too late, you internally correct yourself. 

“Maybe, but it’s good to have a base. Even if I still have to travel every month, there’s at least somewhere that’s familiar.”

“That’s good,” you smile. “I’m glad it worked out for you.”

“And for both of you, too,” Namjoon hums, softly eyeing Jin’s hand that mindlessly envelopes yours. 

There’s something different. More than one thing, Namjoon thinks. It’s more than your smile and the glimmer in your eyes, and the cheeriness in your voice. It’s your stance, your aura; it’s your other hand and where it affectionately stays.

“Is it, uh, is it rude to ask?” He chuckles.

“Not if it’s you,” you giggle. “So yes, you may.”

“How far along are you?”

Perhaps it’s the different curve of your body; you remind yourself he knew you at one point, too. Maybe it’s also your outfit that doesn’t hide the bump; you and Jin are out for a walk, after all, as prescribed by your doctor. But somehow you also think it’s your smile, or that glow, or for a man who, at one point, knew everything about you, it’s just natural that he’d know. 

“Four months,” you smile. “We’re really excited about it.”

“That’s wonderful,” he chirps. “Congratulations to both of you. I’m sure that baby is going to feel so loved growing up.”

“Yeah. They're obviously going to be well-fed. And spoiled. They have a bunch of chaotic aunts and uncles who can’t wait to meet them,” Jin laughs. 

He turns to look at you and that smile you have on as you look at him, and somehow, he knows this meeting was meant to happen, too.

“But, uh, I think our child would do well to grow up learning about art, don’t you think?” Jin smiles shyly at Namjoon. “Would you know anyone who’d like that role?”

“Ah, I may know someone,” Namjoon grins. “And he’d really, really like that.”

You look at both men - one whom you loved for years, and another whom you’ll love for all the years ahead. This child is the luckiest to have Jin as their father, and having Namjoon in their life is something you didn’t think would make you this emotional, this thankful. 

You grip your husband’s hand - in thanks, more than anything. Namjoon made sure you didn't break beyond repair; he made sure you felt enough love that you’d still believe in it despite everything, even if it wasn’t enough for him. And that’s why he’ll always mean this much to you - you can’t forget the love that kept you whole; you can’t forget the love that made you hope. 

“Our child would really, really like that, too, Joon.”

The barista calls Jin’s name and gives him the tray. You both look around and see the full-house cafe, so Namjoon offers his table. He’s got to check inventory, after all, so he steps aside and lets you and Jin sit next to each other on the wooden bench against the wall.

“Duty calls,” he says, then heads to the counter to pick up the phone. 

“Thank you,” you tell your husband, and you know he just knows all the reasons why you’re saying this. 

“He’s always meant a lot to you,” Jin responds. “I get to love you because he loved you; you get to love me because you let him.”

You hum, basking in his sweet words that still surprise you to this day. You look up and catch Namjoon’s eyes - deep and dark and beautiful, and they glimmer back at you with that speck of acceptance, of clarity, of care. Of love that may have changed in nature, but hasn’t diminished one bit. 

He’s still the stars in the sky, but he isn’t something you look at unknowingly as a thing of the past. He’s here to still shine brightly above you, maybe to guide you, but more than anything, he’s a beauty to still admire. You just know there are more years for this star; it won’t be extinguished any time soon.

The rest of your night sky, your moon, your sun, your trees and flowers and everything else - he’s right next to you, and you’ve both created something so wonderful with the love you both choose everyday. 

Through side streets and alleys, paved and unpaved roads, scenic routes and dark tunnels, you will both love this little 100 with your whole, twinkling hearts.

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[winterandwords]

Sort of thinking of maybe putting a whole book on here?

I don't think you all realise just how seriously I'm considering creating a side blog to publish November Breaks (AKA Project Storm, if you've been following me for a while) directly onto Tumblr when it's ready.

This isn't as crazy or weird as it sounds. My current plan (for the love of god, don't ask me to explain this, I've talked about it SO MUCH) is to have it available, free, on my website to read online (with a full indexed contents page, and < last chapter | contents | next chapter > on each page) and also to download as an epub, mobi and pdf. I'm already posting it on the internet in a way people can read it without having to buy it first.

There is a tip jar on my website. It runs on PayPal, so can be used with a PayPal account, debit card or credit card. Anyone who wants to, and is able to, can put some money in there if they enjoy the book.

I could very easily put a link to that tip jar page, or even add PayPal buttons or links (if that's OK by Tumblr rules, which I'm actually not 100% sure about and would need to check) on the chapters on Tumblr, so I could have a tip jar equivalent here and the contents page and navigation would be no more hassle to set up than on winterandwords.com (I've done it for my short story collection that's coming out next month and it wasn't a huge ball-ache).

The only thing stopping me is the thought of random chapters being reblogged out of context. I'm not entirely sure why that would bother me, because it would actually lead people to the full book if they wanted to read. I just have feelings about it.

I'm mildly iffy about the higher chances of plagiarism of something posted on Tumblr, because at least on my website the context is solid. I mean, people will plagiarise whatever they're going to be plagiarise and I stopped losing sleep over that a long time ago. Yes it's happened with other things I've put online when I was working as a photographer, yes it was annoying, no the world didn't end, and the internet is what it is. Piracy, plagiarism and copyright violation exist. They boil my piss, but realistically anything anyone puts online is vulnerable to it. There's more to this, but it's a whole 'nother post, I've slept for one hour out of the last 36 and I don't have the mental capacity to get into it right now.

Anyway. The thing with chapters being reblogged out of order. How much of a problem is that really? Do I care? I sort of feel like there are probably people who would read a book on here, whether serialised or all at once, who might not go to an external site to read it, but maybe that's a flawed assumption. I don't know. Tired brainspew.

Slightly-later-Winter had a thought. If I do ever decide to do anything else with this book in terms of publishing (definitely not trad pub though), I can easily remove it from being read online or downloaded from winterandwords.com. But. It's one thing to know there are some copies floating around that people downloaded, and another entirely knowing there are reblogged random chapters forever kicking about on Tumblr, possibly with comments and reblog additions attached. I can't articulate why that's a thing for me, but I think it is?

Thoughts? Would you read a (short) novel on here? Have you posted one or are you posting one? How's it going for you?

EDITED TO ADD: I'm gonna tag a bunch of my chatty mutuals. I'd love to know what you think, but please don't feel like you HAVE to reply. You totally don't. I just know how quickly things fly past here.

@thegreatobsesso @ashen-crest @adie-dee @reeseweston @talesfromaurea @indecentpause @lunarmoment @diphthongsfordays @artbyeloquent @pertinax--loculos @manathen @selishady @eyes-talks-ocs @drippingmoon @the-finch-address @drabbleitout and anyone else who wants to share your views. My brain has just ceased, so I probably missed a bunch of folks. It's not you. It's definitely me.