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[r-eatyourfriends-n]

SMOKED | l.hs 이희승 | Collide pt. 2

bestfriend!heesung x bestfriend!reader

READ PT 1 HERE.

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, overstimulation (sort of?), no use of "y/n", light switch!dynamics from both reader and heesung, car sex, unsafe driving lowkey, dryhumping, minor argument, heesung is down bad honestly.

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: days have passed after your first hook up with Heesung, though neither of you have said anything about it. Instead, you continue your search for a good one night stand somewhere else, but your mind and body know where you should be.

a/n: wow! the moral obligation I had to finish this before posting anything else was crazy, but after a huge block it's finally here. If you think this is better than pt1 it's because it is, but it's also because it has been approved by the one and only @molloygendered !!!!! my bestfriend and editor. he wanted to review this again before posting it but I'm a kid on sugar so I held him at gunpoint to approve this. any feedback is appreciated !!! hope you enjoy.

4 unread messages.

sorry to bother u so late

can u pick m up? pls

[Address]

idk if ure awake sorry

Heesung's screen lit up on his desk, breaking his focus from the heated game in front of him. He unlocked his phone, the other hand still gripping the controller tightly. His eyes moved quickly from the texts popping up and then back to the screen, which nearly got him killed. 

The team won eventually, but just barely. Heesung logged out as soon as it was over. He spent the whole time wanting to check his phone.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”Jake yelled at him through the call. “We almost lost."

“My bad. Gotta go,” he said in a monotone voice, showing no remorse as he hung up the call despite Jake's groans.

He looked back down at his phone and texted back a short "omw" before getting up from his chair, stretching his arms. His bones cracked, so loud it made him wince at the sound.

With quick steps, he changed into something a bit more decent, just a plain white t-shirt on top of his cargo pants, which had been slowly losing their black tone after each wash. The chains on his thick belt dangled as he walked out of his room and began to head out of his apartment, taking his keys from the cat-shaped key holder you had put on his wall. He had been surprised the first time he hung his keys and a white cat popped up. It was supposed to be a prank, but Heesung never found it in him to take it off despite the fact that it didn't match with the overall vibe of his room one bit. The kitten disappeared inside the box as he left.

The distance to your location was short, or perhaps Heesung was driving a little too fast. Either way, he arrived about fifteen minutes after telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. He parked in front of a small, black gate which led to some stairs. The complex seemed fairly little, but somewhat cozy, with small balconies filled with pots and all kinds of houseplants. Although it was past midnight and dark, he could still make out the colors of the flowers that were placed by the edges of the windows, leaves moving along with the wind.

Leaving the car on, he hopped out, leaning back against  the driver's door to wait for you. Admittedly, it was ill-intended. He hoped your date would see him and would be thrown off. 

The wait felt like eternity. When the door opened, your figure finally appeared in a white dress with black dots, just a bit above the knee. The cleavage allowed for the black choker to stand out, your name's initial dangling softly. Heesung had always wished it was an H instead.

You smiled at Heesung when you saw him, tilting your head in confusion because why was he out of the car? Heesung smiled back at you, a soft beam on his lips. Then looked to your side when a boy appeared next to you.

He eyed your guy up and down as he said goodbye to you. He was tall like you liked them, with flawlessly tan skin and a face that was nothing short of charming, with a sort of boyish appeal to him, and it was obvious why you had said yes to a date in the first place. Heesung swallowed hard, his own jealousy burning down his throat.

You didn't seem too enchanted by the guy, though, looking almost uncomfortable as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You fake-giggled (at least, he thought you did) and grinned at him politely before making your way to Heesung. The guy appeared to be a little turned off by you getting picked up by another man, for he did not take his eyes off of Heesung as he walked to the passenger's seat to open the door for you, a gesture that you were used to. Before hopping back in, Heesung winked at him, a smug grin forming. After that, you two were off speeding down the road. He'll take the long way home, he decided.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you broke the silence after a few minutes of driving. “You didn't have to wait outside though, it's freezing.” 

"I was trying to scare him off,” Heesung chuckled, a half joke that managed to pass as just something playful, making you laugh and hit his arm.

“I don't think he liked that,” you said after your laugh subsided.

“I think it was you who didn't like him.” 

You went silent for a bit, sulking on your seat.

“So, how was it?” 

“I liked him,” you mumbled, biting your lip in thought. “It was good, yeah.”

“But?” Heesung inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was hoping for something more... intense?”

Heesung turned his face, pretending to check something on the rearview mirror so that you wouldn't notice him biting his lip. He hoped you were referring to him, about the intimate moment you two had shared a few nights before, about the bite that was still decorating your shoulder so beautifully. A purple light enough to resemble a bruise; poor clumsy you, tripped and hit yourself with his mouth.

“Intense how?” he asked.

“To hell if I know,” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing your way quickly. 

“You clearly do know.” 

“I don't. If I did I would tell you, Hee,” you said, confused.

“Like how you told me you were off to see another douchebag?” Heesung spat. 

His words made you quickly turn your head. And although he wasn't looking at you, you knew he could feel your glare burning through his skin. The sudden change in attitude had been nothing short of baffling. He seemed to keep his eyes on the road to avoid your stare rather than for safety. You couldn't tell if bouncing his leg was anger, anxiety, both, or something entirely different.

“How do you know he was a douchebag?! I told you it was fine!” you whined.

“Did he even make you come?” he asked. 

You opened your mouth to fight back, but the only sound that came out was your breath hitching. It had been such a simple question, but it ignited the memories of your one time affair with him. The soft promises, the surpassed expectations, the sweet, sweet release. Your body began to tingle in the places where his hands had lingered, and you found yourself shuddering on the seat. Of course Heesung had asked that, while knowing your answer, too.

“Sex is not all about that.” you said finally, voice low with uncertainty. 

“Oh, so that's why you fuck every idiot with a mushroom cut.” Heesung mumbled.

“What the hell is your problem? You don't even know him!” your ears rang as your voice raised in pitch.

“Oh I know him; clerk job moron who thinks sticking it in is enough.”

You tried to ignore the fact that he was a receptionist at your esthetician’s clinic who you happened to make conversation with during a long wait. He had been bold enough to ask you to grab dinner and two days later you were kissing in the elevator of his one-bedroom apartment. 

That kiss had set your expectations through the roof, hoping that you had landed your perfect match. And it had been nice, sort of, but not like you had wished for, or had imagined. The way you had envisioned things and the way said things happened were complete opposites. Maybe it had been your fault for already having something in mind.

The conflict his words caused reflected in your face, a turmoil evident as you stumbled out your next words.

“I still don't understand why it bothers you so much. I know I'm sleeping with a bunch of idiots.” 

“You're hellbent on letting these assholes touch you.” he grunted.“ I can't stand it, I don't get it. It's pointless, it's…”

You were barely able to make out the words; he was just rambling, or so you concluded.

“How is that your problem?” you cut him off, bringing him back from his thoughts.

Only then, Heesung realized the slip up. Yes, you were right, and regardless of how close the two of you were, it was ultimately your call who you slept with, which bothered Heesung to no end. Why were you so against calling him again? Why didn't you ask to have sex again? Why did he finally have you, only for you to slip through his fingers? 

He hoped you hadn't caught onto it, but you knew him too well not to. Everything made sense after; his seemingly sudden offer, waiting for you outside of the car, this angry fit.

“I said, how's that your problem? What about it?” you pushed, in response to Heesung's answer, which had been silence.

“You can do so much better than that.” he finally said.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Think you can be my better?”

Heesung pulled the car over, so quickly your body flew towards the door, and he almost hit his chest with the steering wheel. His grip on it was tight, and he began panting. You thanked god about the empty, dark road, otherwise it could've ended in a nasty crash.

Both of your eyes meet, his pupils blown out with a hint of a gleam in them. There was hope, a tad bit of anger, and an undeniable desire. His hands were twitching, itching to touch you, and you didn't remember ever feeling so wanted.

Heesung's gaze slowly drifted to your lips, almost involuntarily. Your mouth fell open to breath, uneven and quick. The car was cold, but your temperature went up like a fever.

“Are you going to kiss me?” 

His gaze met yours once more. “Can I?”

You nodded. It was all he needed to pull you in, holding your face with both hands as gently but firmly as he could. Afraid, in a weird way, that you would disappear if he let go. That this was all a sick dream from his hungry mind and that he was soon to wake up alone, in bed, with you far away from his grasp.

Despite how much he wanted to keep it slow, the kiss was just plainly instinctual. It had started soft, as if he wanted it to last forever, which he did. Then it was relentless, like nothing was enough, with your faces pressed so tightly together that you almost felt you couldn't breathe properly. Heesung allowed you a few seconds of air before he was onto you again.

It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, because this was what you wanted anyway. It was hard to tell if you would ever get to feel something like this again; the desperation, your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation before he made the move, and your whole body shaking in excitement as if it had a memory of its own, and could recognize the touch. 

“Backseat,” you muttered between kisses. 

He heard you, loud and clear, he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. Heesung wanted to do so much with you, and to you, that he was unable to do anything at all. He couldn't bring himself to separate his mouth from yours despite needing the air, and his hands roamed mindlessly and only for the sake of getting a feel. The once deliberate and calculated Heesung was now a wreck in your hands, melting in the heat like a popsicle. Sweet.

But you really had to pull him off, otherwise you'd turn blue. Your nails scratched his scalp as you yanked him back, making him whimper in the process. The way he looked burned in your memory; eyes half-lidded, lips pink and swollen, parted, panting. Even with his eyes nearly closed, you could see his darkened eyes.

“I said backseat, Heesung,” you repeated, letting go of his hair. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” 

In every single position there was. Fingers, tongue, cock, he wanted to give you everything and more, so he scrambled to the backseat as you had ordered. 

This is who you were; demanding and controlling. That one time he manhandled you? Only that, a one time thing, now you wouldn't give in so easily. Not after the little jealousy number he pulled, at least. You weren't all that resilient yourself, but you would drag it as far as you could.

Heesung thought that he had chosen the worst type of clothing possible. Had he kept the sweatpants instead of changing into something else, then maybe the friction would've been more bearable. The rough material of his pants brushing against his cock made him groan whenever he slightly shifted. And when he finally found comfort, you seated yourself on his lap and grinded, hard. 

“Ohfuck,” he whined, his hands flying to your hips to find some leverage. His nails dug into your sides. “You're gonna— I'm not gonna last.” 

You grinded down again. And again, until you set your pace, ignoring his cries. The nails trying to claw at your skin drove you further despite the sting. As much as he tried to slow you down in the name of ‘lasting longer', he still thrusted his hips up to meet you halfway, though his eyes were tightly shut, and lips pressed in a straight line.

“Please, please baby, I don't wanna come yet, please.” 

“Did I just hear The Lee Heesung begging?” 

He looked up at you, teary eyed. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, as sweat had already begun to drip from his hair. That had been enough of an answer.

Yes, you had. It had been about the hottest thing you had ever heard as well. Usually confident Lee Heesung, always took the lead Lee Heesung, would rather die than humiliate himself Lee Heesung, whining and whimpering about coming too fast after some kissing and humping. That same Heesung that had been able to get not one, but three orgasms out of you before even getting close. It was a sight to see.

You stopped, and Heesung sighed in relief, although the calm didn't last long. As a smirk formed on your lips, his eyes grew panicked. 

“If you come, I'll leave this car,” you said, rolling your hips again.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut again, the shape of his fingers imprinting onto your skin. Back then, when the two of you first had sex, this was the reality of what Heesung felt, even when he did a good job at not letting himself seem so desperate. 

He'd be damned if he looked like a loser in front of you, or so he thought. Because now that your wet underwear was soaking his pants, he was a mess. A hard, pathetic mess, desperately trying not to burst in his jeans from having you on top of him.

You yourself didn't believe you could keep torturing him, only because you were also torturing yourself in the process. His hard length along with the rough fabric of his pants brushed against your clit in a way that sent jolts through your body. It was harsh and uncomfortable while still feeling good enough not to stop.

Heesung's hips twitched with a mind of their own, searching for release against his wishes. You halted, leaning your body back to unbuckle his belt. He groaned at the loss of contact though didn't complain any further, and instead helped you get rid of his restraintments quicker. His breath ghosted over your skin as he sighed in relief, which made you shudder. 

His fingers went down to tease you under your dress, rubbing over the wetness seeping through your panties, and even with the layer in between, he could feel his fingers dampen. Heesung continued until you were left whining and attempting to grind your hips harder onto his hand. Only then did you feel him push the fabric to the side, and the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt.

After Heesung had you the first time, he knew that he couldn't let you go. Days went by where he would still feel your lips against his; the skin of your thighs, hot and sweaty, burning his cheeks as you closed your legs around his head while you came on his tongue. Not one day went by where he didn't fantasize about pushing himself inside you, and in some dreams, he would just stay there. 

But nothing was able to prepare him for when it actually happened. He thought the desperate way in which you lowered yourself on his cock might be too much for you. In reality, it was almost too much for him, as it forced a deep moan from his throat.

It was a little painful, walls tightening and loosening around him to accommodate the quick stretch, though the sting was worth Heesung's debauched expression. You wondered why,despite the uncomfortable, small space, it felt so much better than the first time. Maybe it was how much both of you had seemed to crave it, or the car forcing even more proximity between you two, as the things you could do were limited. Regardless, you could feel your lower region sticky and warm with the slick that had, apparently, dripped out of you and spread around your thighs and ass. 

You could barely hear your over breathing over Heesung's heavy one. His hands massaged the skin of your waist where he held himself, mostly to ground himself to earth, or so you guessed, because he looked completely gone. His cheeks cherry red and his lips a peach pink, and you succumbed to the urge to kiss him. 

This time, it was slow and calculated. He took the time to feel the rest of you, from threading his fingers in your hair, to ghosting his fingers over your spine from under the dress. You didn't fall behind, though, raising his shirt as much as you could to run your nails over your stomach, stopping to feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you began to move your hips.

“Slow, baby, please,” he breathed out, it came out way more high pitched than he intended to. 

As much as you wanted to keep messing with him, the world had seemed to fade away, leaving you two alone with the car and the small piece of road that you were parked in, and you didn't feel like breaking the moment just yet. You placed your hands on his shoulders for better stability, and rested your forehead on the crook of his neck.

Whispers of praises poured from his lips. You're beautiful, you're amazing, could stay here forever, and another handful that got lost between all the shit's and fuck’s that also came nonstop. He followed all of his words and phrases by kissing your neck, sometimes even biting. You might find a mark when you look in the mirror, but you cared little about that. Instead, you decided to leave a mark of your own, sucking and biting on the most visible place that you could think of. That's when he began to meet your movements, thrusting up messily in an attempt to pick up a pace. 

“Say you're—,” he gulped, interrupting himself. “You're mine.”

“Always have been,” you smiled against the light red bite mark. 

Your voice as you rode his cock kept driving him closer to the edge. Every moan and whine just made him go faster, having already been close to his orgasm from the grinding before. And as you grew tired, it felt as if he was regaining some form of control. Heesung smirked when you laid, practically limp, against him, allowing him to set the speed that he wanted. He remembered that he loved being in control as much as he had loved giving it to you.

“F-faster,” you pleaded lowly.

Heesung pouted, even when you couldn't see him. “No manners, sweetheart?” 

Most likely, you were about to pay a small price for threatening him to leave. 

You swallowed, so loud you were sure he had heard. “Please.” 

“What? I didn't hear you.” 

“Go faster, Hee, please!” you nearly yelled. It had been hard to get the words out after getting him where you wanted.

“There we go!” 

Were you being pushed down on his cock or was he pushing up into you? By this point, you weren't really sure. What you were certain about, though, was that he reached wherever you needed him to, and the squelching sounds were at its loudest.

“Was he good like me?” Heesung asked, grunting through his teeth. “Were you thinking about me while he fucked you?”

He wasn't expecting to get answers, and he didn't. You were too focused on the feeling of your body overheating from the inside out, and all of your muscles tensing. Your walls clamped around him involuntarily as pushed you closer to the orgasm that you had been chasing since the beginning of your date a few hours ago.

Heesung wanted you to finish first, he truly tried, but there was no way to stop the waves of pure pleasure that hit as he came, and the fact that he got to come inside of you just made it hit harder, and you had to help him ride out his climax because he really couldn't move, just kept himself there with his brows furrowed.

You were close as well, so you didn't really stop despite Heesung reaching his orgasm first. Even through his over sensitivity, he helped you reach your own high. He sneaked his hand between your bodies to rub messy circles on your clit. You kept it slow on him, but he went fast. 

It didn't take long for you after that. Feeling you on his cock as you orgasmed almost made him hard again, if it wasn't so late and you hadn't been going at it for what felt like forever—not that he was complaining—. He got to watch your face contort into pure pleasure, better than any daydreams.

Heesung pressed his forehead against yours, unable to do anything other than show you something, whatever that something was. It lingered in the air, in the way he looked at you through his teary gaze. He kissed you, slower than ever before.

Whatever was going through his mind was deeper than lust, you could feel it in the way his lips moved so softly against yours, holding your face with both hands. You wondered if he knew that you didn't plan on slipping away again.

[squidinkedcreative]

aaaaaaa brain is putting things together about izzy and i just :( damn

also going to say this now that if ur an izzy hater, this post isnt for u! pls dont engage :) thank u

saw art with a quote from a post about izzy, talking about how some people find it touching that he’s buried in the yard of the inn, but this person didn’t. it made them feel sick because he’s buried there like a dog. and just first of all yeah. at first it was touching to me bc of that sentiment that they’re keeping him near them, even in death, but the more i thought on it the more my stomach also churned.

i know djenks had the best intentions with how izzy’s character and arc were treated but jfc ya missed the mark. by a wide margin. like hello???? having the entire point of his arc in season two be discovering himself and growing into himself, hell even standing up for himself and letting himself hold on a little looser to his baggage and just put down the baggage he chose to carry on behalf of the man he loved only for him to die like an episode or two later. and the crew acts like nothing happened just. it doesnt sit right with me and it hasnt since the first time i saw it.

i know its for “plot” reasons, but there was no other way to convey any of this than maiming him like the family dog nobody actually likes??? like a grimy mutt?? without him LITERALLY DYING????????????????? AT THE VERY END OF THE SEASON??????? AND NOT EVEN HAVE THAT BE THE MAIN MESSAGE FOR THE REST OF THE EPISODE??? you had to stomp all over his dead body with a fucking wedding. yes yes good for lucius and pete i really do love them and i am happy for them, but its like they all just. moved on. and forgot about izzy. and trust me i am FULLY aware of how complex grief is, but still. it stings. it feels like its watering down the impact izzy had on everyone on the crew.

he and the kraken’s crew grew so close that they tried to keep him alive even tho they all knew if the kraken found out, they’d all be paying with blood. they MADE HIM. A PROSTHETIC. AND PAINTED IT. they cheered him on when he came out in drag and sang in fucking FRENCH!!!!!!! and then he dies and like 3 minutes later theres a wedding and another party. it feels tasteless. it feels demeaning.

and i 100% think djenks roped izzy and ed into the Bury Your Gays trope without thinking that through. elder queer man who is traumatized dozens of times over who just fucking came to terms with himself AND WHO JUST CONFESSED HIS LOVE TO EDWARD!!!! dies. shortly after that, timeline wise. thats the fucking trope. it’s literally right there.

AND THEN. they fucking bury him in the YARD. LIKE A DOG. in the far corner where they wont see it and be reminded of him every day. out of sight out of mind. they’ll move on and grow old together, blissfully happy, while izzy’s bones are the only thing left of the man who once was Israel Hands, First Mate to the legendary Blackbeard. he never got to have his mutual pining moment, he never got to find the true love of his life and grow old with them. he doesnt get to die fulfilled, with labored breaths, as old age takes him. he gets to sit and watch from the corner as ed and stede, his ex of sorts and the guy he replaced him with, live that happily ever after. he gets to sit in the corner like a bad dog and watch as these two get everything he ever wanted. just like the unwanted family pet.

it makes me ill. he deserved so much better. he deserves better than doggy heaven, he deserves better than being roped into the fucking Bury Your Gays trope too.

[pansyfilia]

welcome to my blog!!

COMMS ARE NOW... OPEN!

you can call me pansy or rina (she/her)

fandom list

greek mythology/epic the musical (save me penelope save me)

the marauders

dungeon meshi my beloveds

tma (currently on s2 so NO SPOILERS)

X MEN i love you jean and ororo and rogue and mystique pls marry me + jubilee can tag along too

i have like one thg post so yk... it was for an au who am i kidding

ON A NOTE!!!! PLEASE DO TALK TO ME, MESSAGE ME, @ ME IF YOU WANT. WE DON'T NEED TO BE MOOTS TO INTERACT OR ANYTHING its bc i need friends :((

my ao3 is @green_starss, where i have a few odypen fics brewing

and ive got a bit of an organising system which is pretty ridiculous soooo

"the little white maggot tag" is just generally rosier twins/ pandora/ evan, whatever really

"the wild hyena at the door tag" is all things barty crouch jr, gay twink and mcr enjoyer

"the scarlet fox tag" is the woman, the MILF, the legend lily evans (she ate btw)

"the magician's rabbit tag" is mary macdonald <333333

"my weaver wife" is PENELOPE OF SPARTA yes i do know she is ody's wife and i would never dream of taking her from him (im stealing her from him respectfully as we speak)

"the green mamba that bites" is dorcas meadowes (we love a mean queen)

"the black cat that haunts" is regulus black, wet dog man and also brother's best friend survivor

"the lovegood moths tag" is essentially the lovegood family, pandora, xeno and luna

"the island and his freshwater pearl" is just odypen, pretty much the only straight pairing on here

" the two rabid beasts" is bartylily (essentially emo/preppy at core)

"the rotting hyena tag" is rosekiller (tee hee)

"the bunny corpse" is my marydora stuff

"pansy's aus" is what it says on the can

"ask pansy anything" basic comprehension skills yall

"pansy rambles" essentially the same vein, see above, etc

I think???? i have an au list somewhere in here so ill put it on here as well

odyssey thg au, where ody and polites go into a war-torn arena and only one returns home (alr a wip)

odyssey modern au, where ody is enlisted in the war and needs to get OUT. dio actually pops in and checks in on him from time to time and calypso is just a super weird flight attendant

odyssey lotr au, following the whole arawen/odypen parallels that have me gripped atm (and also penelopes half divine side as well because the POTENTIAL aghh) jsyk legolas and gimli are perimedes and elpenor :))))))

idk why but like odyssey roleswap au, where eury and ody stay at home while their wives are away on pilgrimage or wtv the equiv is in ancient greece and circe and calypso r just super hot evil minor gods. OMG WAIT tiresias is the same but its his cursed-by-hera woman form (long story, will explain in a later post)

iliad/odyssey college au where theyre all just here and there and also everyone who dies either gets sent away or yk runs away from the shitty ass ilium university (helen is the art major queen and calypso stalks ody which we love/hate)

THE ILIAD/ODYSSEY RENAISSANCE COURT AU which isnt realy plot,,, its just fluff and fake dating and secret dating and also lady thetis who hates her sons prince consort patroclus and theres rlly just a lot of love and drama

[self-indulgent one comin in hot] single parent ody with calypso's kids nausithous and nausinous who has penelope as his kids' babysitter (not canon timeline-complicit bc who needs that shitfaced angst blast)

and ofc a hogwarts au just for funzies

just tag me on either ao3 or on here if u use these!

anyways,,, have fun! pls enjoy my half-asleep crazes

[ahundredtimesover]

You did your big one with the last update.  I was on an emotional roller coaster. It took me almost 2 hours to read all 23K words because I had to stop several times to process my emotions with our couple. OMG so many feels and my babies I was just drowning right now, like their lack of emotional maturity, it’s so pitiful to see play out I feel like they are definitely sabotaging their own happiness and as much as I want to be mad, considering both of their backgrounds, it makes sense. it also is why they are so perfect for each other so it’s hard no scratch that is painful to see them ��� be a part when we know they are so much better together. Sorry my mind is all over the place. I hope for JK’s sake Namjoon has a wife. When the two families history was being revealed I really thought Daddy Jeon maybe had an affair with her mom so I was totally shocked that isw as an emotional affair with Mr Ri , like shocked stupid . Ugh I love how Hobi is all for family and willing to there fore JK at anytime . I hate how she feels that burden to server the family/company . But I do feel that JK is now being punished for something outside his control . I am drawing a parallel of how her crazy father lead to him being left in the rain as a kid and now her moms history with the company is leading to him being left by the women he loves now . It makes me question the string of fate that connects them , is this string a string of destiny or a noose that will burden their relationship to be ill fated . I am on the edge of my seat waiting for them to follow up now that everything is out in the open.

In a perfect world OC works for RKive and has a longstanding partnership with the Arts Center , I marry Yoongi and we all live happily ever after . Also I am curios where the hell is JK’s older brother at , do we know as readers . Will the family’s all reconnect at some point . Which supporting character delivers the speech to push OC to analyze her feelings for JK and his words . Is the ex boyfriend gone for good . Anymore plot twists , I am going to be up all night now .

Thank you for posting I love the series so far . I hope you ace your test/paper !!

Sorry if this is a big thing jumble i used text to speech for a large portion because I had to speak these thoughts into the universe

🚧spoilers 🚧

HI OMG U USED TEXT SPEECH? Haha why does that amuse me! I'm just imagining someone just expressing all this and says "In a perfect world... I marry Yoongi and we all live happily ever after" with a straight face hahaha but... same. 😂😂

Anyway. If 23k took you that long... Well, there's 24k and 28k. I can't shut up. 🫣🫣 But yes to emotions! We'll have more of those!

Of course, it's so easy to say that they're so stupid and perhaps they are. But similar to what you said, they have a lot of baggage that they carry and it's not easy to just give in to one's feelings when there's so much weighing them down.

And lol at the thought that there could've been an affair haha someone said that, too! But no, it's actually much more painful. And true, JK's experiencing all this and it's out of his control - he loses whether he asks OC to stay or lets her go. It's similar to her feeling selfish whether she resigns or not. We lose something with every decision we make but like Mr Ri said, we have to make them; it's the only way we can stand by them.

It makes me question the string of fate that connects them , is this string a string of destiny or a noose that will burden their relationship to be ill fated - getting all poetic on me now? BUT HMM interesting question. We'll just have to wait and see! As for your other questions... I can't say much but it'll be fun!! 🤭🤭

Pls don't apologize. I love these messages. I'm sorry I got to it late. I managed to submit my paper and my brain's just been tired for the past few days and I have 2 more to submit... HAHA but yes, I appreciate you. Hope you enjoy the rest of it!! 💕💕

[kidflashimpulse]

I hope you know that every day I wonder what the FIVE messages from Cassie say in the first chapter of AAIT. And the three from blue. I may be mentally ill.

Anyways, hope things are going well for you. Don’t forget to drink some water for hydration <3

it’s okay, we are in the same mental institution together <33 lol

this is so sweet 😭<3 thank you, and i hope ur taking care too!!

now about what those messages said 😁😁 i guess we will never know

UNLESS

jk lol for now, i don’t think the rest of AAIT will go too much into bart’s friendship with cassie, but i do have a sequel to AAIT very roughly outlined (not complete yet) which has their friendship as somewhat central to it (atleast for now)

like for some reason i drafted up the first part of a chapter (? ) (idk wat it is tbh lmfao?) featuring the two on an undercover mission that….. let’s just say is very inspired by a certain movie LOL it’s actually too random so i might post it some day as an intermission between the two fics, i don’t know but it does feel so random in the plot (because it’s a mission flashback) also another total random mention to that story, it features The Ray from the YJ comics a little, which is just, so random. But for some reason, it kinda worked for the story 😂 idk

as for the messages, since i always found YJ bart and cassie being on the same wavelength of energy of being spontaneously passionate and active about everything and anything including the most random stuff, honestly its probably smn along the lines of:

- [which Clamulon are YOU Quiz, click HERE]

- btw r u still on for taking over for squad next Thursday or can i?

- i have a record to maintain u knw i need it pls

- btw which dress should i buy the girls r saying i gotta stop with the stars but it’s my brand like idk

- [article] “ Which came first Girl Wonder or Wonder Girl, find out HERE” do u see this shit ?!

or something like that 😭😭😭 i feel like the fact that they’re both public legacy heroes is a good source of bonding/understanding between the two

as with Jaime 👀 who knows, but he’s making his feature sooner than cassie so

also, thank you for reading AAIT <33 i appreciate it <3

[minhru]

hi hi <3 my name's sun and not only am i super excited to be here, i'm also here to bring you min haru!! (slash the radio host at the sunset galleria slash perpetual daydreamer slash ex-actor-now-a-runaway slash ... u get the gist) but yeah under the cut i have some info abt him which ended up basc being me rambling far too much so pls bare with me whilst i try to rub two brain cells together to come up w a decent tldr @_@ nyways enough of me please like this post if youd like me to hit u up for plotting (i also have disc if thats better) or feel free to message first!! ♡

profile is linked here (x)

min haru, 27, full-time radio host and residential nap-taker

having two very famous actors as parents (think son yejin and hyun bin marriage news level) inevitably meant that he was not only born in seoul, but also under the glare of the much too bright spotlight

shoved into commercials and dramas as soon as he could walk thanks to the helping hand of nepotism and lots of media play

his parents loved each other a lot, both in front of and behind cameras, but for some reason that same affection never really extended to him

they saw him as a stain on their careers more than anything, considering he wasn't really the best actor despite his efforts and esp not compared to his parents

an article about his average performance in the new sbs drama on sundays, 9-10pm slot? netizens leaving negative comments? nothing he didn't hear from mom and dad first, and certainly not half as biting, even though it would be a lie to say they didn't have an impact on his already crumbling confidence

starred in dramas and films throughout his teens, though more often in supporting roles much to his parents' annoyance

rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat up until he hit 20, and his mom was hit with illness after illness and was forced to retire. years of stardom and unhealthy life habits eventually caught up to her and haru was left picking up the pieces, trying to take care of her whilst maintaining the rest of his packed life

haha-hehe-hoho-laugh-out-loud'd as much as he could until he eventually had a pretty public breakdown on the set of a drama (no amount of reporting could delete the behind the scenes video that was plastered over sns) one year later and was subsequently booted

and then, as most of the news outlets say, proceeded to "drop off the face of earth" aka delete all of his social media, move out from his family home and hide from the cameras. very few people know the reality, which is that his dad kicked haru out after he told him he no longer wanted to be in the industry

doesn't keep in contact with his dad anymore but still talks to his mom!! who sends him money etc, helped him for those few years after he disappeared when he shifted from tiny to tinier cities, working odd jobs here and there until the next big actor/actress appeared and the media eventually "forgot" about him considering it had been years

moved to daegu 3 years ago and working at sunset galleria ever since!! he's the v happy radio host @ the sunset radio kiosk, choosing the music that plays throughout the mall alongside reading out stories people send in, passing on comforting messages and reminding people to take care

also has two cats called mimi and momo that he adopted from a rescue :^) not the step dad but the #dad that stepped up

in terms of his personality: walls raised to the sky, quiet, very withdrawn. like very, very, very withdrawn. it's been over six years since he's been in the limelight and he still dislikes being in front of cameras, feeling like he's being perceived or watched, analysed etc etc

the irony of disliking attention yet being a radio host isn't lost on him but haru vc: at least people don't actually see my face at sunset unless they're nosy

perpetually nervous, fidgets a lot, a people-pleaser, very malleable. a genuine medical mystery because he has no back bone and there's very little in the world that can get him to express an emotion stronger than indifference

his tendency to be over-polite and inherently quiet nature means he can come across as rude even if that's the opposite of what he intends

always wearing headphones so he promises he isn't ignoring you, you just caught him at a really bad time

speaking of promising he isn't ignoring you -- he has a bad habit of not replying to texts for days or disappearing and taking a week off work whenever things get too hectic for him it's a habit he hasn't managed to shake off just yet

also embarrassingly clumsy. this might be the third time you've seen him walk straight into the glass doors

there's a difference between being lonely and being alone -- and he's both. paradoxically, he does want to make friends but just has no idea how to approach anyone and hopes that staring at you from a distance is a good first step

loves crocheting :^) like loooveess crocheting :^) just a 6'1" guy and his silly little crochet toys

plots -- i promise i'll scramble together a plots page soon but for now id love to brainstorm and fill in any open plots people want!! to throw out a few ideas

someone who knew him back in seoul; fellow child actor; someone who kept in contact with him after he disappeared; someone who thought he would keep in contact with them after he disappeared and he did not (sorry); childhood best friends; someone who swears they recognise him and he keeps telling you that recurrent delusions are something u need to get checked out; the classic ex-friends or exes; fwbs; avid listeners of sunset radio; you keep running into each other smoking under the "no-smoking" sign; one-sided crush from far away; fellow cat-owner; fellow music enthusiast; ex-fans who can't believe he's actually here; someone who recognises him from his meltdown video but pretends not to, etc etc

[elinorxtyrell-blog]

°✧ {ARIANA GRANDE / FEMALE / SHE/HER} is that ELINOR TYRELL from HIGHGARDEN? the HANDMAIDEN hasn’t aged a day. i can’t believe they're TWENTY ONE years old and already so WITTY and GUILEFUL. it seems they’ve sworn their allegiance to house TYRELL. gods have mercy on their soul. [ bee / 21, gmt, she/her ] 

hi !! so my name’s bee, i’m 21 years old & i’m in the gmt timezone! i haven’t joined a tumblr rp in, like, 2 yeas & also english isn’t my first language so i apologize in advance if my writing is a lil rusty !!

so elinor tyrell is the youngest child of lord lorent tyrell & is a handmaiden. 

Although she is not as high up as other members of her family, Elinor has definitely developed the Tyrell charm. Her tiny frame and big, brown doe eyes are used to her advantage more often than not to gain other’s trust. She is aware of her youthful, wholesome appearance and plays it up to seem naive, although she is extremely observant, curious and calculating. Soft smiles usually grace her features and her mannerisms are gentle and captivating, always making sure the other individual’s guard is down and she gains their full trust. Though most of her actions are to ultimately manipulate individuals, she does particularly enjoy flirting and seeing the extent of her power over men’s minds. 

Being the youngest whilst growing up made her quite impulsive in her early years as she strove hard not to be underestimated due to her size and gender. She wanted to be like her older family members, climbing up trees and horseback riding - hobbies that were quickly shot down by her mother. However, as she grew older, being regarded as non threatening was something she knew would be her advantage. Over the years, she has learnt to keep her temper in check as well as fluttering through people and spaces unnoticed, gathering information and learning about other’s secrets. 

Most people don’t get past her walls as she only purely trusts and loves those in her immediate family, with many not realising how calculating the young, childlike girl actually is. Though never unnecessarily cruel, those who have wronged her have grown to regret it. All in all, however, she is described as a bright spark, striving to find the positive side to everything she does, wanting to figure out what her true role in this world is - which she considers to be more than just being a handmaiden. 

{i’ll expand this a bit more later, just wanted to have something up for now!}

you can also check out wanted connections here!

[4dtk]

Miss maam!

I found this tiktok on my fyp eheheh

Did you have anything in mind that you can make of it … preferably with Johnny bc he’s my bias 👉👈

((It’s my first time requesting, and I just wanted to say that I am such a big fan of your work and I’m so thankful you exist and continue to do this <33 that being said if u ever want to take a break pls feel free bc you come first!!!!!! Always!!))

Have a great day/night lovey!

third time’s the charm (johnny)

��Imagine while doing the ✨deed✨ with Johnny, tell him “you’re so big-” and his reply is “you can take it” skkdkdkdllddksls ITS JOHNNY BRAINROT HOURS BESTIE (I hope this stirs something in you hehehe)” <- also gonna combine it with this! tiktok for better access.

a/n: i am going to do a plot to this because i have tattoo artist johnny on my mind and it is NOT leaving until i write something about it. also i know the usual accompanying friend trope, but i didn’t wanna write something like that soooooooo. also i’m sure physical activity isn’t recommended after getting a tattoo so DONT FUCK AFTER IT OKAY GUYS. i know the sexual tension is unbearable. think about ur skin and ur tattoo. also thank u for the kind words anon! <3 and to second anon, love the idea. ur brain is so big. like johnny’s c-

warnings: tattoo artist!johnny, p*rn with plot, no foreplay, unprotected sex, mirror sex, missionary, riding, cowgirl, clit stimulation, sorta size kink, praise

word count: 5k

N//SFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

the first time you had dm’ed the tattoo artist that had kept showing up on your feed, you weren’t expecting much. with a forwarded message of the tattoo flash that he posted on account, you only had the unstained expanse of your back and your payday allowance waited to be spent. from a lame dare from your friend and the taunting teasing that you wouldn’t be able to bare the pain, you took it up yourself to prove them wrong.

and so when he, ‘johnny suh’, replies promptly, you’re panicking over the sizes and the placement, to which you keep directing it back to the tattoo artist. what size do you recommend? where on my body do you think it’ll look best? every message screamed tattoo virgin, but you would rather listen to the professionals than walk into a parlour with no knowledge on the level of pain or the aftercare needed.

the fifteenth was when you’d go in with a pounding heart and scary, intimidating people who worked their way around the parlour. with a wave from johnny (how the hell did he know what you looked like?), he waves you over as you stride over there, skin already tingling from looking at the various machines around the place.

there were many people like you, clean and far from being tainted, there were those who had whole sleeves down their arms, and there were people in the middle. you wondered where you would end up after this first one — all you heard was that it became pretty addictive after the first.

“pretty.” a boy with semi-long hair called out as you walked past and you turn to give him a smile as thanks. you would’ve decked him if he was anyone else, but the way he whispered it under his breath signalled to you how awestruck he was with your beauty, where you weren’t one to take much pride in it. it was shown in how your shoulder hunchs when you walk, or when you’d look down at your shoes.

“are you… (y/n)?” johnny calls out in front of the tattoo bed, a hand attractively propped up to support his head. clad in long sleeves, it was sort of uncharacteristic for an artist to cover his creations, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen his photos before on instagram.

he looks at you through his bangs, falling across his brown eyes as he scans you from head to toe. it wasn’t done in ill-intention, but it makes you feel flustered and jittery. “yeah, i am.”

he flashes a grin. it’s the brightest in the parlour and sharper than the ring of the bell near the door, and soon you’re relaxing just a little at his presence. “right, also don’t mind nakamoto, or yuta. still don’t know what he wants me to call him,” johnny mumbles the last part, “he likes pretty things, or people. you just so happened to catch his eye.”

with a glance towards the other male, he shoots you another gentle smile, going right back to the client sitting in front of him. it’s like he knew you were talking about him. johnny’s quick to get your attention, though, patting the space in front of him. in your fluster, you sit with your back to him, but he only laughs and asks you move to the other side of the bed — the side that’s closer to him.

“we still need to go over your design first, doll. you said you wanted it on your lower back?”

your lips fall into a straight line, “i mean, i’m just following what you recommended.”

“yes! okay, okay. sorry love, was just teasing.” johnny’s demeanour switches when he looks back to his iPad, full of designs from the flash you saw before. the paper prints out faster than you can ask about the size.

“can i lift your shirt up just a bit?”

you calm your shaky breath at that, “yeah, go ahead.”

the dip of your back takes johnny's breath away. it’s a normal looking back, but the way the line of your spine runs down the middle gives him chills. he gets vision of your back filled up with a piece of his, but he blinks it away instantly, bringing himself to focus on the task at hand.

“you want it centre?” you jump, and his hand grasps at your waist to calm you down. “relax.”

curiously and nervously, you take a look over your shoulder to look right at the mirror miraculously placed there. it would’ve been embarrassing if it wasn’t there. the design you picked out hovers over your back, and while it’s difficult to envision it without the whites of the paper, you can’t help but admit it looks pretty sick.

a breathy “yeah” drops from your lips and johnny drops your shirt too fast. perhaps he didn’t like how your back looked, but it was anything but that. the artist mentions something about printing the stencil, prompting you to sit down.

“this your first?” he shouts across the parlour and you wish he hadn’t. thankfully enough, most of the people had already left, leaving yuta and his client. you assumed it because you came around the last quarter of lunch hour. nodding slightly, you turn to face him where the stencil printer stood behind the paying counter, the monotonous sound effects providing a familiar atmosphere to the printing store on campus.

"friend put me up to it, said i wouldn’t be able to handle the pain.” johnny nods, saying nothing afterwards that leave you wondering if you said too much.

“appointments like that are pretty common here, although they’d usually be accompanied,” he smiles, presenting the design on the stencil paper, “would you like a partition to be put up? and also would you prefer to hold up your shirt?”

“oh! uhm- i’m okay. and would taking my shirt off be easier for you?”

johnny’s back is turned, leaving you to take the chance to admire how broad his shoulders go. it leaves you with imagination of how much print he’s done on his body. did he have someone who did it for him? did yuta do it? what’s the design-

“definitely, princess. i just wouldn’t want you to be holdin’ your shirt up for me all the way either, might be tiring. your choice.”

doll, love, princess. the pet names kept coming, and you couldn’t help but heat up when they left his mouth.

“oh, uh, okay... then. i’ll take it off.” with one swoop, the fabric is off your body. you were glad that you chose to wear a sports bra today at least, giving you a sense of security. with a warning, he cleans the lower part of your back and the coldness of the alcohol shocks you again. “sorry.”

you shake your head to pass off the apology, feeling the peel of the stencil. the dark blue ink stains your back and once again, out of curiosity, you look back at the mirror. there in the middle of your lower back sits the markings and the intricate tattoo, and despite your friends’ messages, you feel excited to get inked.

“looks nice on ya. is the placement and size okay?” johnny mumbles. it seemed like he couldn’t wait either. he gets his wish soon enough, giving another warning of the machine starting and the hundreds of needles that makes wounds on your skin. you take it well, resorting to squeezing the tattoo bed and shutting your eyes tight when it became too much.

you could feel his breath on your skin, close and then far again every time he wipes away the excess ink and every time he leans back to see the full picture. it felt like hours, though, not knowing what was happening or how far he was into the tattoo until you breathed a sigh of relief as he murmurs “almost done”.

at last, the machine stops and johnny admires his handiwork, a series of lines and shading that is amplified by the artist’s tattooing style.

“would you like to see? let me take a picture for you.” swallowing, you pass him your phone for the picture. the photo that greets you makes your jaw drop, and for a first tattoo, you’re pretty damn happy with it. the hand cradling yours is rid of his gloves, and you would complain about the unprofessionalism, but again, johnny suh? he was a certified pretty boy.

“am i able to put my number in?” his breath fans against your ear, and bit by bit, your body obeys him. the grasp on your phone loosens, the posture you hold is broken.

“yeah.” you lose count of how many times you’ve said that word of affirmation today.

they were right, it was addictive, although your little tattoo escapade wasn’t mentioned at all to your friends.

the second time you went back, there was the usual lunch rush, with way more artists and people in the studio than ever. you could see why — their service was unmatched, with a snack and food counter for sustenance. it’s convenient, and had really attractive artists.

like really really stunning. now that you’ve given a good look around the studio, you could separate the clients from the artists, viewing how they look like were crafted by Aphrodite herself. they looked like they belonged in a band, with johnny included.

“hey, pretty,” yuta smiled and it calms you down instantly, “johnny’s in his office. do ya wanna wait out here?” the other nods towards johnny’s tattooing station, cut off by curtains so that no one would go in. are you sure it’s okay to go in... but the words don’t come out. instead, you whip your phone out to text johnny, frantic and worrying that you’d get reprimanded by the other staff in the parlour.

[12:17pm, delivered]: hi? hello? kind sir, should i wait at your station? idk where to go man

[12:18PM, read]: yo!! hi, in the office right now bestie; also sorry for the ominous photo yesterday. i basically sent it with no words

[12:18PM, read]: also my office is the one door down the corridor, you can come in if you want. pls come in and save me

you scroll back up to see the photo again, a blur of objects, possibly from a late night of drinking. he was surrounded by other men while they clutched onto their own bottles of beer. you guessed it was just a normal boys’ night out of fun and drinking, possibly over a birthday or for old times’ sake.

[12:19PM, delivered]: oh no! don’t worry about it. thought that you sent it to the wrong number so...

also okay. everything okay in there?

you don’t get an answer for the rest of the walk there. before you can rest your hand on the knob, though, there’s a girl that swings it open with the force of a bear, storming out right down the corridor and out of the parlour. johnny catches your surprised expression, beckoning you with a crestfallen one.

he is awfully honest, which is something you don’t expect him to be. “sorry. just a customer who thought we had something. in all honestly, i don’t think i made any moves that might’ve led her on.”

you shoot him an uncomfortable smile. “i’m... sorry. is it a bad time?”

“no, no! you booked the appointment; we’ll be out there in no time. i just need you to confirm the design again for me.”

cautiously, you take a seat across johnny’s desk in the office, but other than that he’s extremely professional. it’s hard to believe he was asking for your number or making moves on another girl (he claims he didn’t earlier, but you could never trust men), and the way he guides you through the design makes you feel safe.

“she finally left?”

yuta’s right outside when johnny opens the door while you try to see the owner of the voice hidden by the larger body. the taller man lets out a groan. “she stormed out earlier, of course she did. she probably made sure everyone see her, too.”

the japanese looks around johnny to flash you an apologetic smile, “sorry you had to encounter her, pretty.”

you shake your head, “no! it’s okay. i’m sure every place has its bad customers. it’s kinda inevitable.”

when johnny works on your second tattoo later on, the words come out before he can warn you, and soon he’s spilling everything to you, although still focused on your shoulder. you weren’t opposed to it, offering soft hums to let you know that you were listening.

“she was one of the earlier customers. probably on the same premise like you came on. i— i can’t remember. she been involved with one of our artists before, but they recently broke off. so as a way to get back at him, she’s been coming here more and more often.”

“to make him jealous?” you cringe when the gun hits a sensitive spot, making your breath hitch at the pain.

“sorry, princess. yep, exactly. she’s tried her bets on yuta, even on some of the apprentices, which was... just low, honestly.”

johnny wipes at the excess ink, and he has to halt the machine just a little to either calm his shaking hands or quell his pounding heart. he wasn’t sure which was it. he admires how your collarbone protrudes out, masking the mesmerisation with a gulp.

“that’s terrible. ’m sorry you had to deal with someone like that,” johnny’s eyes shoot up to meet yours and your lips that whisper the words. it felt like the room had melted away, and your voice held all the honey in the world. it was so soft and so sweet it was all johnny wanted to hear.

the artist swallows, “it’s fine, doll. i’m just pissed at how she tried to take advantage of the younger artists here. still baffled at how yuta didn’t tell her off.”

the machine runs again and you bite your lip at the intimate moment that’s ended.

“she was one of the persons to fund this parlour.” johnny blurts, licking his lips that’s got you looking towards his face. “together with her ex. they opened this place together, and even with them broken off, he tries to keep in touch with her because their business relationship had always come out triumphant.”

“maybe they shouldn’t have mixed their personal and business relationships.”

johnny stifles a laugh, turning off the machine again to shoot you a stunning grin. “you’re ruthless, doll. yeah, maybe they shouldn’t have, because now whatever we do, she’s watching. she can probably bring this parlour down if she wanted to.”

you huff, “what a bitch. ’m really sorry, if that helps in any way. at least you told her off?”

“even then, it’s risky. i tried to be as nice as possible, setting boundaries, but she just had to book a placement that she knew would get me in a suggestive position.” johnny continues like nothing, taking through while the ink goes through your skin. with a lone finger, you tap his skin.

“what kinda position?” and you feel like such a fucking pick-me right now, but if you weren’t seeing wrongly and that you made johnny’s hands clam like a middle school crush, you sure as hell were going to take the chance.

johnny smiles, “would you promise me that same position the next time you get inked?”

fuck.

you hide your grin by looking to the side, avoiding direct eye contact until his laugh catches your attention again. “i’m serious, princess. wan’ you to come back again — maybe then i could ink the inside of your thighs.”

your breath is caught in your throat and the whole place suddenly feels hot. johnny’s gaze is unrelenting and bores holes into your skin. the incessant sounds of the machine ring louder in your ears. “s'that what she booked?”

johnny more or less confirmed your question, nudging your legs open with his knee and it actually makes you feel like mush in his hands. you wonder why he didn’t take this position earlier.

the rest of the session is done in sexual tension that felt like, and you couldn’t sigh without notifying the other of your nervousness. johnny liked it, though, smiling to himself every few minutes at how you turned your head, only to be brought back when the needle hits a painful area.

you couldn’t even pick up your phone to spam text your friend, who would, unfortunately, be the person to receive your excited messages later. all because of this tattoo artist you met two times. two and you were already risking it all.

“i mean it, yeah?” johnny smiles when you pay him, and when he says that, you were so sure he’d say that you need not force yourself if you didn’t want to, that you had free choice over your body.

[4:23PM, read]: i was being serious, but i also don’t want to pressure u love. i really do wanna get to know u better though just, i want it to be mutual. :)

you booked another appointment not even one week later.

[11:56PM, read]: ooh, custom huh? what makes u think i do customs?

[11:57PM, delivered]: oh my god, do you not???? i’m so sorry johnny i’ll go find someone else!!!

[11:59PM, read]: NOOODFJGJJ i was kidding omg — i do do customs pft

[11:59PM, read]: i’m rlly sorry 💀 i like to mess with people. guess i should tone it down

[12:00AM, delivered]: damn ok u really scared me. yeah so ummm... for this next one, i kinda want...

johnny’s not afraid to admit that he stayed up all night to work on your custom tattoo. with droopy eyes and a canvas filled with the outcome of your unique ideas, he was done, sending it to you at the crazy hour at 6am. he knocked out right after.

you wave to him to next time you enter, sky darkened with the exception of a few pink hues that you snapped a picture of earlier. the parlour is quiet, save for some music leaving the speakers overhead. “how did you do this within 6 hours?”

“all you, baby. your ideas and references were solid, so i just had to piece the things together.”

baby. new pet name. you wished he used it more.

you were already getting used to the pain and the alcohol wipes and everything, but johnny between your legs was something that no matter how much you ingrained it into your brain, you always came back for more.

“you doing okay?”

“bold question to ask. it hurts like hell, johnny.” he gives you a consoling smile, like it did anything, but the tight grip he has on your thigh hardly gives you any room to squirm about like the other two times. the creases on his gloves increase more and more as he stretches your skin. every hot breath against your thigh gives you goosebumps, not ignoring the wet patch in your underwear, either.

it wasn’t weird to feel pain like always, but the inner thigh isn’t somewhere that people usually felt the familiar poking of the needles. you figured that you were just more sensitive than the average person, but you always blamed it on one of the most attractive people being in between your legs at the moment.

johnny was glad you booked a night appointment, too, and while he does the bare minimum of what a guy should be and do, he just wants the excuse of it being late so he could drive you home. he thinks that you would look very nice against the leather of his seats, and he can already see him not wanting to say goodbye as the lamppost light complements your features.

the hour is spent with muscles taut and toes curled in case you ruin the tattoo bed with your clenching, while johnny looks focused as always. you don’t miss the cheeky glances he sends you. the mix of the tightened grip on your thigh and the gun digging into an uncomfortable place makes your mouth drops open in an inaudible whimper, legs only spreading while you adjust yourself.

“i’m sorry, doll. it’s getting harder by the minute. i can’t—” the machine stops and he places it down swiftly, locking eyes with you. in a second, he’s right up in your face to kiss you, harshly.

johnny swallows your sounds, parting his lips a little too fast to get all of you and your taste. it’s intoxicating, and the artist feels himself fall deeper and deeper until there wasn’t any landing. you return his fervour with your own, pressing your hands onto his chest until he moans.

“i’ll- i’ll finish your tattoo first, ’kay?” you nod giddily, brushing fingers across your lips in disbelief.

your back against his office door was to be expected, of course. even in times of passion, he still cares for the parlour which is undeniably wholesome, mentioning how fucking on the beds weren’t sanitary. either way, you needed him. johnny is careful around the newly inked skin even as he’s feeling you up, kissing down your neck before you’re caving into him. caressing your sides until you plead with your eyes. you really were sensitive.

in no time, he has you on the desk which is rid of all the miscellaneous items on it, from stationery to papers to stencil prints. he stands in between your legs, parting them gently which proves each because of your skirt. he presses a finger against your clit, and you buck into it, earning a smirk from the male.

“baby, you’re really so damn sensitive.”

your words don’t come out, because by then he pulls your underwear towards you so that your clit is pushed up against the fabric. he continues doing it, gaining moans from you each time your panties are tugged higher and higher. and when johnny’s finally had enough, he rips it off of you.

“i- aw man, i just got these yesterday.”

“so you were planning?”

you shrug in response, grinning when johnny leans down again to plant a kiss to your lips. “can’t tell you how much i wished today would go well.”

“i’d say it’s going pretty well.” the other teases, removing his long-sleeved shirt in haste, and every part of your reaction was worth it. from coloured ink to the darkest ink that taints his body, he had it all. “it’s going exceptionally well, now.”

“s-sorry, just- all your tattoos are stunning. why do you cover them up?”

“parents. they don’t like me working as a tattooist, so i don’t look at them on the daily, although i wished they just accepted my job and passion.” your hands on his tatted body draws him from his feelings, and you’re in awe of how firm his body feels. it would have to wait for next time, if there was one.

offering a sweet smile, you comfort him without words. you can feel him relax, but it stays at the back of his mind. “i’m sorry, it’s- am i weirding you out?”

“not at all—”

“you still wanna fuck?” you’re taken aback by the sudden question, but a hearty laugh escapes you, along with your affirmation. removing his boxers, you stare, jaw dropping as he fishes out his dick. it’s heavy in his hands, and without waiting, you reach out.

you can barely wrap your fingers around it. the simple gesture has johnny closing his eyes, the warmth of your small hand spreading towards the rest of his length when you slowly start stroking. “right away?”

you nod, “can’t wait- wan’ it right now.”

“you sure? you need to be stretched out, p-” driven by lust, your yank him closer by the dick, nudging the tip against your folds yourself. it collects your slick that’s leaked out from the kissing, the groping, the body reveal, the cock reveal, and oh my god, you felt like a high school girl watching porn for the first time.

“this your first?” and unlike your first response on the first day, you shake your head. the real deal starts when he slips it in inch by inch, and your mouth grows lax, relishing in the way his cock splits you open slowly.

“oh my fucking god-” the other’s groans, slowly getting used to the way your pussy sucks him in. it’s hypnotising, and all he can focus on when you clench and unclench around him. “you’re so big-”

“you can take it.” johnny smiles at your whines, chest moving up and down from how much his cock stretches you out. your mouth doesn’t ever close, dropping more and more the deeper he moves into your gummy walls — you could feel every vein on his length. “keep squeezing me like that and i just might cum, doll.”

you giggle, bringing his face to yours, “bring it on, babe.”

johnny purses his lips, you asked for it, before he thrusts into your cunt harshly. it draws a long moan out of you, and he takes it as a sign to continue, rocking into you with a speed that even your fingers couldn’t manage. it always got tired, shame.

“oh my g-god, johnny-!” your moans echoes off the walls of his office, and it’s affecting him. he throbs in you, seemingly even growing even more when he’s deep in your sopping hole. each time his hips meets your ass only gives your arousal more opportunity to latch onto him, creating strings that connect you. it was so fucking filthy.

“princess, you feel so fucking good-” he ruts into you like a starved man, the lewd noises of the situation overwhelming you: from the skin slapping to the wet noises of your pussy, to the raspy groans the other was letting out.

“more. please, please!” a hand to your clit brings a string of profanities from your lips, mixed in with whimpers and whines of wanting more. beside you, the second skin that clings to your tattoo creases, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your artist’s cock impales you so good. “w— wait- i need to-”

moans are all you know before you’re releasing all over his length, coating him with your juices until it’s soaked. clutching tight onto his forearms, you watch as your cum all but drips to the floor, wetting the table just a little that you bashfully smile up at him. “wh-what about-”

johnny shuts you up with a kiss, sweeping you off your feet before he carries you to the sofa beside his table. he kicks a few pens away with his dick still buried in you and looking at how he settles you on his lap, the small, micro movements make you mewl at the sensation.

“you okay?”

“never been bet— ah!” his cock reaches the deepest part of your cunt, brushing against your cervix ever so slightly that he gets you twitching on him.

“can ya ride, pretty girl?” you’re moving before he finishes his sentence, ignoring the pulsating feeling of your clit. it’s sensitive from the orgasm seconds ago, but you’re set on making the other reach his high as well. you ride like your life depended on it, bouncing on his dick until your thighs burned and your heart tries to pump blood everywhere.

“that’s it, that’s it, princess. fuck my cock,” johnny secures your arm around his shoulders, inked to the touch that you can’t help but rake your nails over the expanse of his back. it’s all you can anchor yourself until your head spins, the ache in your thighs becoming unbearable. your moan out tiredly, burying your face into his neck.

“johnny, ’m tired. tired- thighs hurt.”

“no worries, baby, c’mon hold onto me.” and if you think johnny’s shown his physical prowess before, you’re swooning even more as his arms wrap around your lower half. he lowers you onto his cock, in time with the pounding of his hips, doing this all while supporting your body weight.

the new position is gratifying, his cock reaches depths in you and repeatedly abuses your cervix before it was all you could feel. his pelvis against the curve of your ass fit perfectly, echoing against the office’s walls along with johnny’s grunts and praises in your ears. “oh, fuck, baby- you’re so tight, so so tight!”

it goes on just like that, treating you like royalty by doing all the work, but even he gets tired. “just like that, baby, hold on for a lil longer.” you hover over him and he fucking pounds you into oblivion. the arms wound around your ass go to your waist as he fucks his cock deeper and deeper into you, hips jerking up and coming in contact with your dripping pussy.

johnny groans at how your warm your walls feel, hips chasing his orgasm until you’re cumming at same time, his dick slipping out of you while he spurts ropes of cum up over his torso. you rub fingers over your clit to get the most of out of it, grasping tightly onto the other’s shoulders. the other probably had heart eyes at the way your back arches and your head is thrown back, hand rubbing at your clit to prolong your high while your juices drop down your thighs.

eventually, the adrenaline cools, dropping down onto the other’s thighs tiredly. your core was still pulsing and throbbing, but you’re spent, both from the tattoo and the sex that you wanted to crash right there.

“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

“hm? okay... baby? yeah. call me that more.” your words are slurred, but your body still is alert, wrapping around his waist as he stands.

johnny smiles softly, “think i might be calling you that even more, now, doll.”

[spooksgrove]

( hi it’s @merrymusings but tumblr shadowbanned my ability to im/message people on both merrymusings & this acc when i tried to im yall a private post so ... tagging everyone who liked the original post & praying for the best lol.  i messaged support so hopefully it’ll be restored.  for now, please inbox me your muse info and discord id as requested below so we can communicate. ) 

thanks for showing interest in my idea about a short-term rp plot based on adults staying in a haunted airbnb for their hs reunion !!

here’s how it’s going to work: 

there will be a short term writing group ( ~2-4 weeks depending on how much we wanna keep going ) about muses who are adults ( 32-55 yrs old ) renting a large haunted airbnb house together as they go back to their hometown to attend their high school reunion.  there can be angsty, dramatic, fun connections all around —we will have at least a full day to plot out connections— but all muses are loosely tied together as part of a former high school friend group.  muses can also be the current significant other of someone from that friend group who did not attend the high school but is traveling to the reunion with them if you plot that out with someone. 

here is the link to the full plot !!  my pinned post will also have a list of all the participating blogs, muse list, tags to track, and anything else relevant once we get everyone settled in here. 

basics for the closed group: 

ideally we’ll have 5-15 muns;  all muns must be 18+

muns can play 1 or 2 muses if they wish

everyone will need to make a dedicated blog for the duration of the group to keep things clean

super low pressure— the group will NOT have a traditional “main”, no formal rules, no admin oversight or activity checks

similar to indie rp  ( i will organize this and get everyone together/make plot announcements, but i will not be babysitting yall so pls be aware of that ♡ ) 

we will have a plot, tags & optional ooc discord to facilitate everyone interacting with each other in a closed group setting.  all ic interactions will take place on tumblr dash.

if you want to join, just fill out this simple info and send it to me via inbox on my muse acc @spooksgrove the end of tomorrow (10/14.)  it’s just to make sure no one is using the same fc or name.  don’t use any problematic fcs pls- if you have to ask, assume the answer is no. 

                           **all muses AND fcs must be between ages 32-55** 

— wow, i haven’t seen FIRST NAME LAST NAME in ages!  IC PRONOUNCS look(s) just like FACECLAIM now.  did you hear the rumor:  SECRET ABOUT YOUR MUSE THAT THEIR FORMER CLASSMATES DON’T KNOW.  it’ll probably come to light at the reunion!  ( OOC ALIAS/NAME  /  discord#id if u want the ooc discord server ) 

current taken fcs:  bradley cooper  ,,  aubrey plaza  ,,  tom hardy  ,,  gemma chan  ,,  tiffany boone  ,,  roberta colindrez  ,,  daniel henney  ,,  oliver jackson-cohen  ,,  jessica chastain  ,,  phillipa soo  ,,  anna diop  ,,  nathalie emmanuel  ,,  jenny slate  ,,  ben barnes  ,,  daveed diggs

tomorrow (friday oct 14) ill send out a link to an optional ooc discord.  ALL ic interactions will take place on tumblr and on the dash.  discord is mostly to keep track of everyone, offer plots & starters, and have our lil ooc chat.  ic intros can be posted on tumblr and linked in discord,  and plotting with each other can begin once i announce.

by saturday (oct 15) everyone will need to send me their blog url.  if you have 2 muses you can make 1 mumu blog for them or make 2 blogs.  ooc plotting will continue throughout the day.

on sunday (oct 16) we will begin posting starters and writing ic! 

@hcnnchmcntcnc ,, @dear-indies  ,,  @bethcassiidy  ,,  @everlightresources  ,, @wndrbcy ,,  @horrorfyed ,, @sundrunked  ,,  @isobelevens ,,  @amberlewrites ,, @vodkacherries  ,,  @cursedmusings  ,,  @juliaxescarra  ,,  @lonemoose  ,,  @nvcowrites  ,,  @rgerz  ,,  @moonlitely

[roccinan]

1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?

i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.

2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere

RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....

Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD

Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway. 

It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.

Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on.  Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!

Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot. 

Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end! 

I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD

LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D

I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place. 

3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/

Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO. 

I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O

I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace. 

4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY

That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.

I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.

To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.

Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″

Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.

Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway! 

[fockbambi]

okay so, this week has literally been my worst----- i’ve had like . continuous panic attacks n i literally thought i was abt to Die, so I went to Get Some Help like the Big Kid I Am , and Basically, i need to turn my life around .

i’m usually active at night (idk why but my muse is rly strong after midnight ): big F in the chat), but i want to sleep early n wake up early, and get used to writing in the morning. SO, this change might take me a few days to a few weeks. i might just focus on a few threads, might not be writing for a while, or might just post headcanons and solos. Who Knows . but im letting you all know.

also im going back to screenwriting classes, bc i really, Really , want to succeed in it. and actually, i made this blog more as a character study (im actually writing a Show abt,,Bambi..w0w,), and i’m not gonna lie IM REALLY HAPPY ABT THE THREADS I’VE HAD WITH ALL OF MY RP PARTNERS BC WOW, I RLY GOT TO DEVELOP MY TRASH BOI, THANK U. and so, i might like , also slow down a bit to focus on bambi’s script (i want to get to class with smth in hand and just work on it throughout the whole Semester and try to sell it by the end of 2020 ...i kno, this is Very Big Dreams but i Believe in Myself).

but also this means looking for more pre-established plots and very in-depth threads . i rly want to focus on bambi’s key character aspects (like his memory loss, his music and Very Much his gender identity) and especially ESPECIALLY his dialogue. i think atm it’s kind of lacking. im still trying to find his voice. diff threads might not b cohesive since i’ll be trying different . . . voices. u might not even notice a difference tbh sdfkjsdkg BUT ILL KNOW.

SO ANYWAY ENOUGH ABOUT BAMBI . i’ll be taking a break from life starting this week until january. i’ll hav more time to rp, but i’v prepared a bunch of hobbies for me to delve into so pls don’t count on my free time to be here at all times. i’m gonna try to practice sticking to a rp writing routine (perhaps 2hrs a day? 3hrs? or 2 days a week) and uh, nothing more. KEYWORD: TRY.

i rly want to focus on painting, reading books, going to the movies and exercising-- plus anything that’ll help me improve my writing. i’d hope that by the end of march, i’ll see some kind of change in either my body or my writing (or hopefully both lmfao , ,, ), and by proxy, an improvement in bambi’s story :----)

to conclude; changing my lifestyle, will def affect my activity on here . bambi’s story might or might not go through huge changes . i’ll be removing things, adding things, changing, editing, rewriting, re-editing, deleting-------------- you get it . i’m going all in for this bitch because I. WILL. SELL. HIS. STORY.

I WILL DO IT. I WANT TO WATCH MY BABY ON TV. AND I’LL DO JUST THAT.

thank u for coming to my ted talk . but for real,  you’re interested in deep character development, don,t hesitate to IM me. im very very serious when it comes to plotting and will not stop until we’re both satisfied with the level of development. i’m also HELLA into headcanons and love to improve upon our muses’ relationships/plots beyond our threads. MESSAGE ME. i’m slow, but i’ll do it, i promise.

[rcnatas]

( cis female ) haven’t seen RENATA “REN” CASTILLO around in a while. the ARIELA BARER lookalike has been known to be (+) DAUNTLESS & (+) ASSIDUOUS, but SHE can also be (-) OVERCRITICAL & (-) PERFECTIONIST. The 19 year old is a SOPHOMORE majoring in CRIMINAL JUSTICE. I believe they’re living in AUDAX but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( ingrid. 20. pst. she/her. )

i have... no self control woops ! ren is a really new muse but i love her sm already and i’m excited to play her, i’d love to get some plots so pls hmu !! or like this and ill come message u !! THIS is her board !!

background !

she grew up in queens, nyc. the youngest of 3. her dad was born in brooklyn to mexican immigrants and her mom is from mexico city, she was studying abroad in nyc when she met him and ended up staying. 

ren is the only girl, her 2 other brothers are lorenzo and cesar. she was closer to lorenzo who was the eldest since cesar was always picking on her hsdjkfhsjkf

despite being the youngest and the only girl, she wasn’t spoiled by any means or anything. except by lorenzo, who would do anything for his baby sister :/

she was a really quiet and shy kid, would barely speak when in public unless it was extremely necessary, but she did talk more at home with the people she trusted 

lorenzo became a police officer when ren was around 9 and ever since she looked up to him, she highkey wanted to be like him 

she was determined to become a police detective 

TW DEATH; about 2 years ago lorenzo was shot and killed in the line of duty. by this time cesar was away studying in lockwood, ren and her parents moved to rochester to be closer to cesar and as a way to try and heal?? her mother believed a change of scenery and whatnot would probably help them but,, it really didn’t do much 

 so ren finished her senior year of high school in rochester. such a sudden change like this was really hard for her and it was difficult for her to adjust so her senior year was lowkey a nightmare 

despite everything renata still had the same goals. but her parents forbid her from majoring in criminal justice or anything in the like bc they knew she was gonna pursue a career as a detective as well and theyre just scared and don’t want renata ending up as lorenzo so !! they said they would only pay for her studies if she majored in something else 

she’s a sneaky lil shit and basically made them believe she’s majoring in biology (her favorite hs subject fdjhghj) but surprise bitch she’s really studying criminal justice and her original goals stand ! we love a stubborn bitch 

connection to tatiana

they met through renata’s older brother, cesar (who is the same age as tatiana),cesar and tatiana were either dating or just hooking up, either way renata didn’t trust tatiana and she’d advice her brother to not go out with her, which only ended up in tatiana disliking/bullying renata so she would back off. SHORT ANSWER, tatiana was renata’s bully. however, she did not choose tatiana’s name during the watershed, ig she has morals or whatever

other info 

she’s still really shy but definitely not as quiet and now at least tries to pretend shes not shy . fake it til u make it right 

will always talk about how GAY she is but really shes more .. bisexual so shes a fake 

shes SUCH a little nerd. probably likes to sit in the front row during lectures 

she can list every pokemon

will say weird facts about the human body when bored/nervous 

o r g a n i z e d

in fact she’s lowkey a little amy santiago don’t @ me 

ren LOVES to play bass, and she’s really good at it but she’s too shy to show anybody that isn’t a close friend ?? tho she probably posts covers on some instagram acc or smth 

was raised catholic but right now she’s really distant from it / doubting everything 

has a lot of band t shirts 

uses memes and bad humor to hide her Emotions 

wcs !

cOuSins , she probably has a big family so !! 

i would love some childhood friends that grew up in queens too or near the area bc my poor bb feels so alone 

maybe someone who went to the same high school as the one she transferred to for their senior year?? and they were nice to her bc she was a nervous mess? ?

a roommate !! her family isn’t rich by any means and they already put 2 other sons thru college so they're on a budget lmao !

someone that makes her super flustered and she’s just so shy around them pls i love ,,, Softness 

maybe someone who helps her lie to her parents about her major? like someone who can help her fake grades and shit to make it look like she’s actually majoring in biology 

ppl that can make her come out of her comfort zone, make her try new things and shit !! she’s NOT unexperienced she’s just shy about it and doesn’t like to talk about that shit bc she gets all flustered but pls 

give me a girl that just has her head over heels thanks ! 

she hasn’t had a proper girlfriend/boyfriend but maybe someone who was ALMOST that ?? and now it’s all awkward bc nothing ever happened ?? 

people who know cesar (her brother) and thats how they know her maybe?? cesar is 24 and graduated from lockwood so !! 

idk literally anything else !! 

[svneatcr]

JOHN KELLER HAS ADDED GEORGIA KENNEDY AS A FRIEND! The TWENTY year old will be playing the role of the BROKEN BIRD in his very own horror movie. Right now, she’s a CLERK at SUPER! COMICS and an ILLUSTRATION MAJOR at ASU but she might not be for much longer — you might see she on the town’s next tape.

so, before we get this party started with info about our very own broken bird cliche, let’s introduce y’all to me, the one and only moon moon.

i’m twenty-one, and an actual disaster. like mads, my first crush was comic spider-man and still is. peter parker owns my whole ass heart, aight? my one true love.

i love video games. like, waaaaay too much. i play a ton of overwatch & dead by daylight, as well as a lot of single player games. tlou is my favorite and ellie williams is my daughter.

i can be very forgetful at times, so u may need to remind me to reply to threads, messages, etc.

i love movies please talk to me about movies. and books. that would be great pls.

i say uwu too often.

idk how to do introductions i’m sorry.

and now, our feature presentation.

heavy tws!!!!

george is twenty. i feel like she’s always twenty, in ever iteration. she was born on october 13th, but often wishes she never was.

she lives in an abusive household. her parents suck ( particularly her dad ), and when she was in high school she was admitted into a mental institution because she was declared a danger to herself. however, child protective services fucked up and didn’t remove her from her house because they mistook her injuries as a result of her mental illnesses, not abuse.

she’s the youngest of five girls, and her parents wanted a boy but out came georgia, the family disappointment!

her dad was an Asshole:tm: and also an alcoholic, and her mother, fearing her father’s wrath, pretty much ignored her. her sisters did their best to protect her, but it wasn’t always enough.

she has gender and identity issues that stem from the fact that her parents never actually refer to her by name. she identifies as a fem-leaning non-binary, but she’s still not sure if that’s really who she is.

she dated her neighbor and childhood bff juli when she was in her late teens. they broke up when she was 16 bc she has emotional intimacy issues :clown face:

kevin and pippa are her best friends, and she loves them both more than anything but often feels like she doesn’t fit in with them. she occasionally feels like an outsider, but would never say anything for fear of losing them as friends altogether.

she loves art - drawing, painting, illustration, you name it. it’s been her safe space for as long as she’s been able to use the medium.

uhhh that’s all for now folks, since i’m bad at intro posts uwu. hmu if u wanna plot!

[reachbloomed]

the courts offer bread and salt to KATHERYNNE TYRELL née BARATHEON of HOUSE TYRELL. many say that the TWENTY-SIX year old RULING LADY of HOUSE TYRELL is known to be COMPASSIONATE and CLEVER, though ill tongues whisper that SHE is RESERVED and ANXIOUS. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns.(fc: jenna coleman)

hi all ! i’m carlie & this is my lil ( literally 5’1 tiny )bean katherynne tyrell ( née baratheon ) she is a literal angel and i hope that u love her as much as i do. if you’d like to plot , like this post & i’ll im you or message you via discord !! you can also find me on dis.cord @garbagegal#4476

           mentions of miscarriage & depression / anxiety below. 

so, obviously she was born to the former ruling lord of storm’s end, and was pretty much immediately considered the light of the stormlands. she has the kind of disposition and personality where people expect flowers to grow underfoot as she walks.

inherently kind and compassionate, and genuinely altruistic, the concerns of others (particularly her siblings) always come before hers. for this reason, she was sort of overlooked by her parents, despite their best intentions, because she was so mild mannered. 

still, she grew up with the finest instruction and training. she was sneakily clever, learning the ins and outs of westerosi political games by observation. she’s more cunning than one would believe, but her intentions are honorable, so she rarely has use for those tactics (she’s completely able to spot them when they’re implemented by others)

though she’s a person who generally fills the lives of others with light, she often finds it very difficult to do the same for herself. her moods are very changeable ( though she doesn’t let it show ) and she’s very prone to feeling nervous. though there isn’t really a westerosi definition for it that doesn’t extremely overlook the validity of mental illness, katherynne suffers from depression & anxiety, and tries to find little ways to cope with her ‘moods.’ 

despite how eligible kat was, her family couldn’t seem to find a betrothal for her that would stick. she started to become resolved to the idea that she might be the maiden aunt for her brother’s children ( and was assured that she would be looked after ). it seemed a miracle when the arrangement was struck for her to marry viktor tyrell, and she quickly devoted herself to becoming the best wife she could be.

katherynne thought herself incredibly lucky with this arrangement. viktor was pleasant to look at, and she quickly developed feelings of affection for him. she’s also adjusted very well into life at highgarden, and certainly looks as though she could have lived their all her life. 

so far, she’s been unsuccessful in carrying out a pregnancy to term. she’s experienced several miscarriages, each one devastating her. still, she’s dedicated to producing an heir for her husband, and tries her hardest to ignore the rampant rumors that she might be incapable of having children. she wants children for herself as much as she wants to fulfill her wifely duties, so this has been something that is really eating at her beyond the fear of disappointing others.

she is very accepting & affectionate towards viktor’s daughter, and treats her with great affection, despite the fact that many wish her to be legitimized for fear of katherynne’s potential infertility. that doesn’t stop her in the slightest from looking after the girl. 

MORE TIDBITS

kat is a very gifted high harpist

she has a head for history and facts, and is incredibly interested in politics — she’s a clever girl and has a lot of insight.

she’s stronger than she looks, and has the tendency to keep her emotions locked away until she feels comfortable enough to reveal them.the same goes for her opinions, though she’s incredibly opinionated 

fully aware that she’s probably not the most popular person in the reach, or in highgarden. 

her own harshest critic

she has a very witty & light sense of humor, and often uses it as a coping mechanism. 

she’s genuinely?? passionate about people??

knows how to keep a secret.

resident mom friend.

crippling fear of failure

will dote on any child at any time.

has a dog that she also dotes on like a child — he’s her biggest confidante.

sneaky sense of humor. sneakier temper.

prone to overreact a bit

once you lose her trust, it’s incredibly difficult to regain.

soft but strong

pls love her??

CONNECTION IDEAS

FORMER BETROTHAL

OLD LOVE / FLAME

CLOSE FRIENDS & CONFIDANTES

‘FRENEMIES’

HANDMAIDENS

NEW FRIENDS

OLD FRIENDS

[lcssiters-blog]

heyo, i’m katie, kate, k, whatever you like, my pronouns are she/her/hers, i am in the cst, and i am very excited to bring you my extremely underdeveloped baby child, sage lassiter !! bear with me as i figure him out more, for now, here is some about him and at the bottom some wanted connections !!

( I AM DESPERATE, IF NOTHING ELSE. ) * ★ : ｡ * — starlight is approaching, my dear. ( SAGE LASSITER ) is a ( 22 ) year old ( cismale ) myriad just waiting to unfold. he resides in apartment ( 2b ). though he can be quite ( apprehensive ), he makes it up by being so ( sanguine ). he is of resemblance to ( louis tomlinson ) but to us, it’s no wonder why he truly incarnates ( MERCURY ) ( kate, 20, she/her/hers, cst )

ALSO HIS STATS ARE ON THIS PAGE SO if you don’t wanna read this all you can get the general idea here

TW: violence, murder, suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety starting at BULLETPOINT 4 !!

sage grew up in was born in oxford, england to his parents. his parents weren’t english but they moved there because his dad was studying law at oxford university he was very very very intelligent it was unbelievable

his mom was a nanny so he got to stay home with her and they were so, so , so close

he was an only child until age 13 when the most traumatic life changing event ever happened

one night when he and his mom and dad were all home, sage was in his bedroom playing a video game and he heard a lot of noise downstairs. they had a neighbor who was known to be violent and he came into the house in an attempt to rob them when sage’s dad pulled out a gun and said he’d shoot if he stole anything. the neighbor left then but came back later and they were sitting in the living room after calling the cops to let them know what happened and the neighbor shot both his mom and dad and then himself because before he could shoot sage, the cops showed up

it was then that he was brought into child services while they tried to find family to send him to live with instead of foster care, so since his parents were not from the uk he was sent away from his child home all the way to colorado to live with his mom’s sister, her wife, and their two daughters (one older than sage and one just his age – i may send in wanted connections for them)

anyway, this obviously really messed him up and he’s been going to therapy since he was 13 and is diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder and has a really hard time with impulsivity

as a person though he is really so Soft and so Kind and Warm and he just wants to feel protected and loved all the time

he cannot be mean. like it isn’t in his dna he literally couldn’t be mean to anyone

he’s very very protective and very very Aware of everything and afraid of ppl leaving or something bad happening

because of that he’s always the friend to call you or text you if he’s worried about you or if you don’t text him when you make it home

despite everything he’s usually pretty calm ? just on the daily he’s okay, but he’s got some medication for his ptsd and in turn some anti-anxieties and anti-depressants

he also likes 2 get high in his apartment bcuz it calms him down and makes him feel all loosey goosey and happie

he’s in college studying psychology (how stereotypical) and non-profit organization because he wants to work with children who have ptsd and other mental illnesses like he does

he’s also Gay As Fuck, like, he loves boys and he’s been out for awhile since his aunts are gay they were very welcoming and accepting about it and that was one thing he was able to be secure in. he v much found his comfort in his sexuality and being able to express it freely

he has a pride flag on his bedroom wall by his bed that’s very important to him it’s gone with him to every pride parade and he cherishes it

so … i love him. my baby. my sweet soft baby

SO HERE ARE SOME WANTED CONNECTIONS THANK U IF U READ ALL THAT LMAO IM VERY LONG WINDED

FRIENDSHIP PLOTS

BEST FRIEND / OTHER HALF / HIS PERSON ; since sage moved here around what would have been his grade 9 year in england, he came into america’s school system a year younger than everyone. he was 13 his freshman year of highschool and was really really smart and very very small and afraid and sad, so i imagine this friend came in and they were very protective of him and they stood up for him and they were just like his Other Half and the person who made him feel so much more comfortable here than he was - kennedy amari

EX BEST FRIEND ; someone he was really close to before they graduated high school and then maybe they had a falling out and weren’t as close, but we can play around with them getting close again?? or maybe they really don’t like each other now?? i have a hard time with the idea that sage does anything Maliciously but maybe he just became too much for this friend with all of his Things that he has - johanna pierson

FRIENDS FROM AN UNLIKELY CIRCUMSTANCE ; sage has been hospitalized a time or two under suicide watch and other things related to his ptsd, so maybe in one of his inpatient visits he made a friend and they got really close. they don’t have to have been in the hospital for mental illness, but anything ?? it would be easier with mental illness but if no one else has been hospitalized then anything will work

SMOKING BUDDIES ; this can be multiple ppl ! i imagine he gets high with kennedy his roommate a lot, but he really only smokes week and drinks so he just likes to get high at home and eat n watch movies n snuggle and what have you - kit henderson

ROMANTIC PLOTS

HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND/PARTNER / EX BOYFRIEND/PARTNER ; again sage is like…. he wouldn’t ever cheat or lie or anything but he is very very clingy and does have a lot of Things that make it hard to be in a relationship. maybe they dated for a long while and were very very in love and sage just had such a hard time with the idea of anyone sticking around that it got to be A Lot to deal with so the partner was like… sage we can’t do this anymore i’m so sorry and they were both equally broken hearted and maybe we can play with the idea of them getting back in contact with each other or something. ??

FIRST KISS ; cute lil middle school kiss !! it could be with a girl or boy or anyone really, because they were so young but maybe they were also each other’s first partners, and if this was a girl then maybe they were the first person sage really came out to and now they’re good friends?? - luna medina

FIRST BOYFRIEND ; the first boy he got to be with !! could’ve been a secret at first because he wasn’t out and it was just cute sneaking around being teenagers n what have you

OTHER PLOTS

ROOMMATES ; pretty self explanatory but they’re really close friends as she’s constantly seeing him in his natural state, reminding him to take his medicine, sometimes driving him to therapy if he’s too down to do it, basically best friends that live together and it’s a hoot and they get high n order chinese n mexican food take out and they just love each other so much - kennedy amari

STUDY PARTNERS ; sage is pretty smart and could easily tutor your character? but it could also just be a friend they found each other in classes and started hanging out at school and eating together and studying together

CO WORKER ; sage works at starbucks because Duh, and he has for like two years now (and would desperately love a new job) but maybe these two have worked together since he started, or since they started if they’re newer than he is

LITERALLY ANYTHING !! PLEASE PLOT W SAGE

ok…. longest intro ever ask mack i do this every damn time lmao

pls like this post or message me if u would like 2 plot <3

[lucavalentine-blog1]

hey guys! i’m angelica (she/her) i’m 21, i’m from london and i love dogsss. i haven’t group rped in a long while so pls bear w/ me!! but also pls message me to plot bc i love plots. right, ok i’m gonna put luca’s history under read more here as you dooo, so feel free to read for any reference, also like this or IM me if u wanna plot!! i’ll try to find your intro posts too.

also TW: DEATH AND ILLNESS

because i’m kinda lazy i’ll just put some bullet point some of the main things about him, if you want me to elaborate on anything just lmk.

FAMILY LIFE

he was born in surfshore, lived there up until he was 18 before moving the new york where he attended college at nyu for four years. (major undecided, but he def minored in astrology bc he loves that shit)

he’s born to two loving parents who have been married for almost 30 years. it’s easy to assume his parents can be blamed for his high expectations of romance and idealistic outlook on life — they’ve really demonstrated what love really is and he’s been fortunate enough to be surrounded by it.

he’s a middle child with a whopping five other siblings. he has four sisters and one brother, and he’s the fourth oldest. the order of oldest to youngest goes as follows: isabella, clarissa, alec, luca, rhea and tara. isabella is 28 while tara, the youngest, is 11.

he’s a very family orientated; they’re easily the most important people in the world to him.

a lot of his childhood was spent in hospital. he was diagnosed with myocarditis at the age of four, undertaking many treatments, and his condition gradually worsening over the years until he was completely pulled out of school and spent months on end at the hospital. there was a point where things were looking bleak, his condition was worsening and possibility of survival was waning. when the doctors announced that a heart transplant was an option; his parents were thrilled. though, for a child of his size and his age, it seemed unlikely that he’d get a donor so soon. without the heart, the doctors gave him a few months to live and his parents were even beginning to make funeral arrangements. however, miraculously, around his thirteenth birthday, a heart became available and within a few weeks he was showing signs of improvement in his overall condition. he genuinely counts himself lucky and luca uses this experience as a reminder to live life as fully as he can; do things that make him happy, be around people that bring him joy, and love as much as possible.

LOVE LIFE

ok this is gonna be quite short, but luca has never really had the best luck with love. in total he’s been in five relationships, each of them ending terribly. yet his hope in finding love has strengthened each time.

luca is a bisexual male, he has no gender preference.

he had his first ever girlfriend when he was in high school in the middle of his freshman year; she ended up only dating him as a dare.

his second girlfriend came towards the end of his freshman year, and it last six months until he saw a picture of her making out with a senior at a party she had lied to him about attending.

his third relationship was with a guy in his junior year. he had been a senior at the time, and they dated for a long time — almost a year. but he had left for college, and decided that they were too young to maintain long distance. luca was left crushed.

his fourth relationship was in his freshman year of college, he dated a girl. he blames himself heavily for the demise of this relationship, since he had come off too strong too fast, but he had been so in love with her by the third week and he wanted to vocalise it. unfortunately, that scared her off.

his final relationship was his longest relationship to date. they started dating in his sophomore year, and their relationship lasted two years. it was with another guy and the two of them had been completely besotted with each other. by senior year, they had already made plans to stay in new york, find a job and rent out an apartment together. unfortunately, it was not destined to be. shortly before graduation, his boyfriend died in a car accident, leaving him completely heart broken.

as someone who has had such an unfortunate experience with love, he’s never lost hope of finding ’The One’. he’s in love with the idea of love, and finding his fairytale ending, and he’s convinced he’ll find it somewhere at some point.