#i need to stop opening tumblr at 5am

[fandom-junk-drawer]

If you don't interact with me, more than just your heart is going to shrink!

[russilton]

Heyy, hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you had any more thoughts on Brake Balance gewis? Do they start dating eventually?

I’ve tried to answer this like three times but tumblr kept deleting it, then it sat in my drafts for 8 months because you know what, it's been a year, it really has.

Brake Balance, my longest fic, for anyone new here, and probably what I'm best known for? I dunno, 25k of porn-age gap-one night stand-trans-fic tends to define people.

Originally the fic was actually supposed to have a mildly different ending. It really was meant to end with a much more open question as to what they were- I even wrote that ending! The plan was to delve into a sequel all about how their fling would continue across the following season as George adjusted to his Williams seat, Lewis winning his 6th title, and how their friends with benefits style relationship would continue and effect those things, while Lewis pined quietly and George also pined, but handled it much better.

But as I was finishing up the original I realised just how much I was committing to with that, when this fic had already months to wrap up, and that writing the open ending actually made me kinda sad. It just felt a bit cruel, to leave them hanging like that, especially when a sequel actually happening was a bit of a low likelihood. So I changed it and made lewis kind of lean instead into a more open ended acceptance. I didn't really need to define WHAT they were going to be, because...don't make major life decisions post coitus, but they're going to be something.

Eventually they'd sort of start texting over the off season very casually, and let that evolve into hanging out casually when the season resumed and Mercedes has them in the same place. It would be weird! George is so young and Lewis is uncomfortably aware of that at times, he feels excruciatingly aware of how he has routines and things he follows through a decade on the grid and George is fresh and new and just.. not accustomed to that. Lewis feels a bit like he's not letting George develop on his own, and George worries somewhat that Lewis find him cumbersome or a drag. They'd talk about it, because you kind of have to, and Georg would reinforce firmly Lewis can't make his choices for him, but also that he accepts he's gonna need to do some stuff on his own.

The more he DOES go out and seek on his own, the more relaxed they actually start to feel. George has stuff to share and talk about when they do fall into bed together at various races, and Lewis doesn't feel like he's robbing a cradle or... grooming George in some way. It works better. They don't really have a label for what they are, but Lewis stops sleeping with anyone else, much to the general surprise of the paddock, though nobody is sure why (and they won't figure it out for a long time, bc I think those two know how to keep a secret and I hate that trope). At most Valtteri knows, because he's watched George go tumbling out of Lewis' motorhome at 5am in Silverstone, but frankly he wants to know as little about what's going on there as possible. He just rolls his eyes when Lewis asks Shov casually not casually where George finishes in any given race in debrief.

And it continues like that! Casual until it's not casual anymore, and the older George gets, the more comfortable Lewis feels. Until they do eventually have to tell Toto, and he turns a colour Lewis has never witnessed before eventually telling them to be adults about it. Neither of them tell him quite how long they've been together.

[pigeonstab]

Hey Pigeon, not to be weird or anything, but... you do sleep, right? Right? Because every time I open tumblr, I am not kidding, you are always online and posting stuff.

I mean, please don't stop, I love seeing your stuff on my dashboard. It might be simply timezone weirdness. I just hope you rest properly and take care of yourself. <3

HAHAHAHHA OMGGG the thing is- My sleep schedule is like 5am to noon rn. I need to fix it obviously but seeing as I have no schedule and I'm left to my own devices that's pretty hard. I think it's also the fact that since I dropped out my main thing that I do is be on tumblr. Which again isn't super healthy. I basically have nothing but free time. (Which is really nice but it also leaves me in my own head a lot.)

Yeah. I uh. I need to fix my sleep schedule. Soon. I'll do it soon. Thank you for the worry but I'm taking care of myself, I just have a harder time keeping myself in check when I don't have a set schedule.

[toosexymommys]

Sorry for my little outfit, but all my clothes are just totally dirty, son. Hmm, those pants of yours look pretty dirty too!

LOOKING FOR A ROLEPLAYING PARTNER! (please only approach me about roleplay after reading below:)

The roleplay revolves around mom having an impossible fantasy about incest with her son. Son is a moral and ethical person, who would never cross that line. Therefore, mom's strategy is to find ways to tease him in ever more seductive ways hoping that one day he'll brake and just rape her. So, she makes up false reasons, lies and excuses to provide a believable cover and plausible deniability for increasingly teasing and seductive activity like dressing, acting, talking and touching in incestuous ways - but always for some unrelated or mistaken reason. She must always keep her true intentions under the radar or she'll scare her reluctant son away.

As this goes on, son always verbally maintains his position of moral purity (e.g., "mom, are you sure this is necessary? I feel like this is crossing the line", or "careful mom I can see your X!"). However, he never physically stops his mother's actions, as he respects his mother and doesn't want to offend her. He refuses to believe that she would actually have perverted desires for him, so he prefers to believe her excuses, ridiculous as they may sometimes be.

On the other hand, it so happens that Son's moral objections and discomfort from his own attraction to his mother is exactly what mother lusts for and turns her on more than anything in the world - so the more he resists, the more turned on she becomes.

Clarifications:

At NO POINT in the roleplay do either mom or son admit to their incestuous desires for each other. The entire roleplay revolves around finding excuses, reasons and lies that mother uses to allow for increasingly perverted activity to happen. I didn't give examples for these reasons as all the fun is in coming up with them. The story can be modified in any way to make the reasons work, e.g. defining the circumstances (e.g., lockdown) professions (e.g., she's a physical therapist, doctor, or psychologist), etc.

With that in mind, so long as we come up with good excuses, things can go VERY far. In fact, given a good enough reason/excuse, even full sex can occur (but it does require some real creativity to come up with a seemingly non-incestuous, non-perverted reason why it's necessary for son to stick his penis in his mother pussy and thrust repeatedly. But it's not impossible!)

Bonus game which I also love: Husband/Father also has a secret mom-son incest fetish, and so he's the one coming up with fake reasons and excuses why mom and son need to see or touch each other in ways that would normally be considered perverted. In this game mom is (surprisingly) cooperative with fathers suggestions/requirements, and son is still the reluctant/moral/innocent "victim" of the situation, though he doesn't physically stop it and must comply with his parents wishes. It's also possible to have a daughter/Sister in a similar role to this Husband/father (that is - who loves mom/son incest). In any case, all erotica revolves around mom-son.

I don't mind playing either son or mom (or husband/dad, or sister/daughter). My favourite - we switch between the characters.

I'm not interested in passive partners who just expect me to do all the writing.

When I come online, it's usually around 10pm-1am CET (Europe), 4pm-7pm EST (US), 2am-5am India.

I'm not interested in any roleplay that doesn't follow these guidelines. So please ONLY ask me about roleplaying if you've read all of the above and you LIKE it (don't expect me to compromise about the above 6 rules). However, so long as we're keeping within these (admittedly stringent) boundaries, I'm open to any scenario.

you can send me a message here on Tumblr or by email/hangouts at toosexymommy@gmail.com

If all of the above sounds good to you, we may be a rare and incredible match, so I definately would be thrilled to hear from you!

[wistfulwatcher]

so then… as a person who is new to tumblr and doesn’t understand the queue, can you please explain it :D

for sure!! i assume that you sent this in regards to this post, so i won't rehash it. but in addition to those benefits, i personally love that the queue function allows you to mix up the type of content, so rather than going on a reblogging spree in a tag, you can fill your queue and shuffle it, and then you get a good variety in there. which might not matter so much for my followers, but i personally love to see the stuff i'm reblogging, and i like to get little bursts of various fandoms throughout the day ❤️

now, as to how it works mechanically, i've put a little walkthrough below the cut (with screenshots):

first, just to summarize, queuing posts is the same thing as reblogging, it just delays when they appear on your blog. so, if you reblog something it goes to your blog immediately. if you queue it, it goes into your queue, where it is held in a line (or, a queue) to be posted to your blog at a later time. you are able to set your queue to move things from the queue to your blog in various intervals, which i'll discuss in detail later on.

to use your queue, you will need to fill it as your first step. ("fill" it here just means put one or more things into it - you don't need to have more than one post in there for it to function, but "filling" it is the term most commonly used.)

to add to your queue, find a post you want to reblog, and begin to reblog it as normal. when the reblog page pops up, you'll see the "reblog" button in the bottom righthand corner:

if you click the arrow to the right of the word, you get these options:

if you click the "Add to queue" option it will change your blue button to say that

and when you click it, it will go into your queue instead of post immediately onto your blog.

now that you have a post in your queue, you'll want to go into your queue to set your parameters for how often you want your queue to dole out posts. go to your blog, and on the right hand side where it lists your stats, click the queue link:

this will take you to your queue page, where you can see all of the posts currently in your queue (you can see how many you have in there next to the queue button, for example i have 111 right now). at the very top of the queue page, you will find where you can change your queue settings (options circled in red):

the first option is how many posts you want your queue to put out each day. i currently have mine set at 18, but you can choose any number between 1 and 50 (it's just personal preference/how full your queue is). you can also set the times of day (automatically based on your account's time zone) your queue will run. the shorter amount of time, the more quickly your posts will release, and the larger amount of time the more spread out they will be. when you change any of these numbers, you will see the projected timestamp on your queued posts change. for example, with my current settings, my next post will release at 5am tomorrow:

but if i change that to a start time of 5am, this post won't release until 5:56:

there are also two buttons at the bottom of that setting block: shuffle and pause. if you press the shuffle button it will, well, shuffle your posts. it will randomly reorder when things will be released, and you can see the new order by scrolling down. for example, when i shuffle, my new next post is shown:

and, when you click the pause button, your queue will stop putting out any posts until you tell it to resume.

also, i know i've been referring to reblogs, but to confirm, your queue will also work with original posts. when you start a new post it will be very similar - you'll have the "post now" option instead of reblog, and you'll select "Add to queue" etc., and add the original post to your queue as well.

since you're new to tumblr/the queue, i'll also highlight the "schedule" option that you can also see when you open your reblog options. the schedule function works similarly to the queue (a scheduled post will show up in your queue, even) but instead of being doled out randomly/according to your overall settings, you can choose exactly what day and time you want it to post. when you click it, the date and time pop up right below the schedule option, and you can select the time you would like:

one last note: you might have noticed that some people use a "queue tag" of some sort (e.g., "queue," "cool as a queuecumber," etc.). this is not necessary and it won't automatically be added to anything you queue. (there are ways to do that if you'd like, but it's a bit more advanced so let me know if you want me to get into that and i can answer that separately.) the reason to do this is just to let people know that you aren't "actively" blogging or available.

i hope that answered your questions! if not please let me know and i'll be happy to clarify/explain anything further ❤️ happy queuing!

[toosexymommys]

LOOKING FOR A ROLEPLAYING PARTNER! (please only approach me about roleplay after reading below:)

The roleplay revolves around mom having an impossible fantasy about incest with her son. Son is a moral and ethical person, who would never cross that line. Therefore, mom's strategy is to find ways to tease him in ever more seductive ways hoping that one day he'll brake and just rape her. So, she makes up false reasons, lies and excuses to provide a believable cover and plausible deniability for increasingly teasing and seductive activity like dressing, acting, talking and touching in incestuous ways - but always for some unrelated or mistaken reason. She must always keep her true intentions under the radar or she'll scare her reluctant son away.

As this goes on, son always verbally maintains his position of moral purity (e.g., "mom, are you sure this is necessary? I feel like this is crossing the line", or "careful mom I can see your X!"). However, he never physically stops his mother's actions, as he respects his mother and doesn't want to offend her. He refuses to believe that she would actually have perverted desires for him, so he prefers to believe her excuses, ridiculous as they may sometimes be.

On the other hand, it so happens that Son's moral objections and discomfort from his own attraction to his mother is exactly what mother lusts for and turns her on more than anything in the world - so the more he resists, the more turned on she becomes.

Clarifications:

At NO POINT in the roleplay do either mom or son admit to their incestuous desires for each other. The entire roleplay revolves around finding excuses, reasons and lies that mother uses to allow for increasingly perverted activity to happen. I didn't give examples for these reasons as all the fun is in coming up with them. The story can be modified in any way to make the reasons work, e.g. defining the circumstances (e.g., lockdown) professions (e.g., she's a physical therapist, doctor, or psychologist), etc.

With that in mind, so long as we come up with good excuses, things can go VERY far. In fact, given a good enough reason/excuse, even full sex can occur (but it does require some real creativity to come up with a seemingly non-incestuous, non-perverted reason why it's necessary for son to stick his penis in his mother pussy and thrust repeatedly. But it's not impossible!)

Bonus game which I also love: Husband/Father also has a secret mom-son incest fetish, and so he's the one coming up with fake reasons and excuses why mom and son need to see or touch each other in ways that would normally be considered perverted. In this game mom is (surprisingly) cooperative with fathers suggestions/requirements, and son is still the reluctant/moral/innocent "victim" of the situation, though he doesn't physically stop it and must comply with his parents wishes. It's also possible to have a daughter/Sister in a similar role to this Husband/father (that is - who loves mom/son incest). In any case, all erotica revolves around mom-son.

I don't mind playing either son or mom (or husband/dad, or sister/daughter). My favourite - we switch between the characters.

I'm not interested in passive partners who just expect me to do all the writing.

When I come online, it's usually around 10pm-1am CET (Europe), 4pm-7pm EST (US), 2am-5am India.

I'm not interested in any roleplay that doesn't follow these guidelines. So please ONLY ask me about roleplaying if you've read all of the above and you LIKE it (don't expect me to compromise about the above 6 rules). However, so long as we're keeping within these (admittedly stringent) boundaries, I'm open to any scenario.

you can send me a message here on Tumblr or by email/hangouts at toosexymommy@gmail.com

If all of the above sounds good to you, we may be a rare and incredible match, so I definately would be thrilled to hear from you!

[iolite-moodboards]

little things about the young justice team (s1)... ₊˚ପ⊹

things i associate with the team (also sorta hcs) feat. some fun friendship stuff sprinkled in. some of them are a little unserious because they are special to me lol also because the show is so old, I incorporated a couple older, 2010's stuff.

I wann write more hcs for them :,)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ recommended posts: yj insta pages, scooby doo vibes

Robin₊˚ପ⊹

sushi

nintendo switch

versache sunglasses

demolishing the others on the monkey bars

sudoku

blackflips in response to everything

"i went to locked in island and no one knew ur name"

plays dti with m'gann

just dance 2014

beach days with the team

drama queen at heart

beefs with children on roblox

sweet coffee

rihanna is his white girl anthem

ungodly screen time

debate team

sitting on the counter while someone cooks/bakes

secretly a reader

the face swap filter on snapchat

Artemis₊˚ପ⊹

mario kart

pho

weekends with her mom

house music

fun nail polish colors

late night runs to cvs

redbull

fortnite with wally

espresso shots

flappy bird

a stuffed bunny she's had since she was a kid

getting gelato with zatanna

yelling at wally over voice chat and takes the mic out

caffeine addiction

led lights in her room

bribing dick to help her with her homework

"check this out" *blows something up*

a collection of lps figures on her shelf she hasn't gotten rid of

taking wolf out for walks (or is it the other way around?)

says she has her driver's license but actually does not

Zatanna₊˚ପ⊹

autumn walks

cappuccinos

tv at night

phone calls with her grandparents

ice skating

taro boba

saying "man don't even worry about it" when someone notices a magical portal randomly opening

stardew valley

stealing robin's sunglasses

arctic monkeys

lavender

tumblr girl

mitski

has become a more huggy person since losing her dad

walks around the city with dick

spotify jam sessions with connor

alfredo

turning the others into rabbits when they annoy her

taking pictures of the moon

Wally₊˚ପ⊹

doordash

the cravings of a pregnant woman (/j)

instant ramen

xbox

sneaking out for in-and-out

drinking water too fast and choking

wears new balance like an old man

"smells like up dog in here"

fortnite

dirty laundry on his floor

sends multiple texts in a row

chromeo

shamelessly listens to the btr theme

sneaking bites of batter without m'gann knowing

sitting with connor while he teaches wally origami

going through the drive through on foot

saying sunny d tastes like vomit then continuing to drink it

floor time

binging movies with dick

burns easily

Kaldur'ahm₊˚ପ⊹

watching the sunrise

5am swims

vegetarian

glass noodles

stingrays

nora jones

jazz

suggests playing twister and claims it's a team building exercise

not made for caffeine (he's a fish guys)

seaweed

has a lil fish tank in his room

smells vaguely of shrimp and salt water

watching spongebob because the others made him

he looks like your confused dad when you try to explain anything to him

bubble wands

adidas slides

actively plays animal jam

"what is up dog?"

sunscreen (burns easily pt 2)

surprisingly, will chug fruit punch

cabbage

Connor₊˚ପ⊹

hiking with wolf

bumper sticker that says "i am a dad to a fur baby" that the others got him

origami

hates sports

straight face listening to hey tayo

pottery

protein shakes

the smiths

gym days

has a human sized dog bed for him and wolf

not a fan of sweet things

actually needs glasses

gifted m'gann an origami fish once

eats cheese sticks like a child

weekly sessions with dinah

combat boots

dick tries to teach him roblox but he doesn't get it

motorcycle

chunky headphones

"stop saying it smells like wrong dog"

M'gann₊˚ପ⊹

baking at 1am

blackberries

gracie abrams

smells like sugar cookies

philosophy soaps

pompompurin

dti

sundresses

bath bombs

carly rae jepson

pulling connor into the kitchen to help her

everyone's pookie

pinterest and we heart it

audio books

lip gloss

turned martian manhunter into a girl dad

loves to listen to raquel while she proof reads her essays

daisies

always offering to make tea

Raquel₊˚ପ⊹

submitting projects at 11:59pm

glitter pens

obscure conspiracy videos at 3am

studying in cafes

stargazing

follows nasa

pilates with the team

angry birds

rocky road ice cream

girls night out where something illegal happens

always has glitter on her

cheering up her friends

updates her snap story when smth wild happens

pop music

french vanilla

kickboxing

podcasts

loves fish food much to kaldur's dismay

thought kaldur had autism swag for the longest time (he's just not human)

late night drives and loud music

[toosexymommys]

My son is so innocent he thinks I don't notice that half my nipples are out. Silly little boy

LOOKING FOR A ROLEPLAYING PARTNER! (please only approach me about roleplay after reading below:)

The roleplay revolves around mom having an impossible fantasy about incest with her son. Son is a moral and ethical person, who would never cross that line. Therefore, mom's strategy is to find ways to tease him in ever more seductive ways hoping that one day he'll brake and just rape her. So, she makes up false reasons, lies and excuses to provide a believable cover and plausible deniability for increasingly teasing and seductive activity like dressing, acting, talking and touching in incestuous ways - but always for some unrelated or mistaken reason. She must always keep her true intentions under the radar or she'll scare her reluctant son away.

As this goes on, son always verbally maintains his position of moral purity (e.g., "mom, are you sure this is necessary? I feel like this is crossing the line", or "careful mom I can see your X!"). However, he never physically stops his mother's actions, as he respects his mother and doesn't want to offend her. He refuses to believe that she would actually have perverted desires for him, so he prefers to believe her excuses, ridiculous as they may sometimes be.

On the other hand, it so happens that Son's moral objections and discomfort from his own attraction to his mother is exactly what mother lusts for and turns her on more than anything in the world - so the more he resists, the more turned on she becomes.

Clarifications:

At NO POINT in the roleplay do either mom or son admit to their incestuous desires for each other. The entire roleplay revolves around finding excuses, reasons and lies that mother uses to allow for increasingly perverted activity to happen. I didn't give examples for these reasons as all the fun is in coming up with them. The story can be modified in any way to make the reasons work, e.g. defining the circumstances (e.g., lockdown) professions (e.g., she's a physical therapist, doctor, or psychologist), etc.

With that in mind, so long as we come up with good excuses, things can go VERY far. In fact, given a good enough reason/excuse, even full sex can occur (but it does require some real creativity to come up with a seemingly non-incestuous, non-perverted reason why it's necessary for son to stick his penis in his mother pussy and thrust repeatedly. But it's not impossible!)

Bonus game which I also love: Husband/Father also has a secret mom-son incest fetish, and so he's the one coming up with fake reasons and excuses why mom and son need to see or touch each other in ways that would normally be considered perverted. In this game mom is (surprisingly) cooperative with fathers suggestions/requirements, and son is still the reluctant/moral/innocent "victim" of the situation, though he doesn't physically stop it and must comply with his parents wishes. It's also possible to have a daughter/Sister in a similar role to this Husband/father (that is - who loves mom/son incest). In any case, all erotica revolves around mom-son.

I don't mind playing either son or mom (or husband/dad, or sister/daughter). My favourite - we switch between the characters.

I'm not interested in passive partners who just expect me to do all the writing.

When I come online, it's usually around 10pm-1am CET (Europe), 4pm-7pm EST (US), 2am-5am India.

I'm not interested in any roleplay that doesn't follow these guidelines. So please ONLY ask me about roleplaying if you've read all of the above and you LIKE it (don't expect me to compromise about the above 6 rules). However, so long as we're keeping within these (admittedly stringent) boundaries, I'm open to any scenario.

you can send me a message here on Tumblr or by email/hangouts at toosexymommy@gmail.com

If all of the above sounds good to you, we may be a rare and incredible match, so I definately would be thrilled to hear from you!

[making-a-killing]

"The K in hippocratic oath stands for Kimiko, now please stop questioning the syringe of fluid in ny hand. I promise it's good for you."

Character details:

Letter: K

Code name: Kimura

True name: Kimiko Kujo

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 17

Birthdate: March 21

Orientation: Bisexual

Home country: Japan

Likes: lizards, microbiology, helping people she deems "worthy"

Dislikes: horror films, minimalist decor, "difficult persons"

Extra: K arrived at Wammys fairly young and had been pursuing a medical career prior to the L program. Her parents were both doctors and died in a lab accident while working on a top secret infectious disease program. K had been given extensive private schooling and was far above any other child her age. Subsequently, Mr. Wammy, who had been good friends with her parents, brought her to Wammys House so she could continue her studies. K genuinely believes in the Wammys House system and L program, even though she is not at all considered a proper successor. Brilliant and loyal as she may be she is headstrong in her sense of justice and should never be left alone in a lab.

Appearance:

Hair color: Light brown, long and straight, often kept in a tight bun or pony tail but occasionally let down

Eye color: Black

Skin tone: Warm beige

Height: 5'7 (170cm)

Weight: 120-130lbs (54-59kg)

Fashion sense: Extremely formal. Usually wears black or white and rarely dresses in color but typically wears muted blues or greens. Often wears her lab coat around during busy weeks.

Extra: Sometimes wears a small peice of jewelry, but nothing to flashy. Her appearance is fairly sterile overall.

(=Rules under cut=)

Mun:

The man behind the muse is @artificial-ascension

That's my main personal blog and everything about me is in the pinned post. If you don't feel like going there:

Michael

19

He/they

My other rp blog is @fairweather-fangs I made a separate blog for my other muse because I like theming my blogs

Activity:

I am very active on Tumblr and try to be here

If I have alot of asks or RPs going on at once it may take a while to get to all of them, but trust me I do see everything.

I may get writers block for some things but I will try to get around to everything.

I'm very open about what I'm working on so if you have questions or concerns feel free to message me. If for whatever reason I will not be responding to your ask/response I will inform you

I'm in the Eastern U.S. but may be active anywhere from 5am (my time) at the earliest to 3am at th latest. (I have a terrible sleep schedule) However I am mich less likely to be writing or responding super late or super early. I may also be late to things if I'm away from my phone because I do that sometimes

Rules:

I don't mind most things, if you feel like you need permission to do something to K I almost certainly don't care

K often goes by Kimiko and her full name is probably available if you dig enough. If you're character is willing to find it they're free to use her real name.

NSFW is very much allowed but I require you to be 18+ for sexual material. Otherwise go crazy.

I don't like writing much... you wouldn't be able to tell because I'm quite long winded...

Really just try and not speak for K. That's my job, also I may do so on my other rp blog, but most K will go here.

And also don't be a dick. I try to be friendly but I don't fuck with any sort of bigotry in or out of character. And don't be rude to me I'll block you. I came here to have fun.

Trigger warnings: Comically absurd medical malpractice?? There's not alot here, pretty much just the average edgy wammys rp here.

Rules and warnings to be expanded upon as things come up. I'm new here.

[cosmicallyavg]

okay yall im going to bed and i am NOT opening any social media from now until i watch tpotd tomorrow night

[count-woe-laf]

currently running off some chicken nuggets, corn chips, pure rage, and playing two songs with the same bpm over each other

[neonacity]

Arcane | CH.1 | NCT Dream x Reader

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you will be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, yandere themes, poly dynamics, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

Chapter Song > Heathens

"Hey. I got your mail for you."

You looked up from your laptop just in time for your friend Mijeong to peek around your bedroom door. You have been staring so long at your blinding screen that you had to blink away the spots of color that appeared on your vision before training your gaze at the stacks of envelope that she was waving in her hand. You simply gave a soft grunt as she strutted into your room and dropped them on your table.

"Thanks. I was planning to pick them up tomorrow."

Your roommate gave you a look that you knew far too well by now. It was the kind of side eye that spoke volumes–and honestly one that you didn’t want to acknowledge at the moment. You made a pointed effort to ignore the bunch of letters that seemed to stick out like a sore thumb now on top of your research papers, opting instead to remove your glasses and wipe them unconsciously with your shirt. Behind you, Mijeong threw herself into your bed, her bracelets clinking together in her wrists as she sank into your mattress.

“Look, girl, I don’t mean anything bad about this. But when was the last time you slept?”

You didn’t even turn around when you gave her a reply. “Uh. Last night?”

“Sure. For how long?”

“Long enough.”

“I’m pretty sure an hour is not enough, young lady. I got home at 5AM and I clearly saw your light on even with all the vodka in my system.”

That made you finally turn around towards her with a sigh. One look at Mijeong and anyone would see how different you are from each other. She’s the type of girl you would often see at the newest hotspot in town, the campus crush everyone wants to be or be with. She moves around with a free-spirited air, one that was only made more appealing by her friendliness and openness towards everyone.

She’s an amazing girl, but that’s not what you like the most about her. Ever since you started rooming together in your last year in uni, you’ve gotten so close that it is almost impossible to think that you haven't known each other for years. Now that you’ve graduated, the pair of you still remain stuck together despite your priorities going down different directions, with Mijeong taking a year off before taking over her father’s pharma company and you diving straight to your PhD.

“Look, it’s not like I really have any other choice. My final paper was due yesterday and I had to finish my shift at the psych ward.”  

"Is it really all that though?"

You abruptly stopped as she said that. The knowing look on her face was back again and you shifted your gaze away to keep from meeting her eyes.

"I just think you are pushing yourself too hard. Graduate school is different and then you also have to do that gig at the community hospital. I'm just worried that you might drop dead soon with what you're doing."

Maybe that will be better. To drop dead.

You were really only slightly surprised at your train of thought. To be honest, you didn't really need your psychology degree to understand the reason why you have been pushing yourself too hard in the last couple of months. Ever since that day you found a letter on your father's desk, you've been desperately trying to chase your high just so you wouldn't have to face the reality you've been slapped with.

And who wouldn't if they're placed in your situation? How would you deal if you come home one day to check on the only remaining parent you've ever known, only to find out that they've packed their bags and decided to disappear off the face of the earth? No other explanation, no other reason. All you're left with was a single letter apologizing for what he has done. Well, that and millions of debt, apparently.

You knew your father had been one passionate man. Your relationship with him was neutral enough in such a way that you didn't hate him, but you didn't know him at a personal level, too. It's an odd mix for your small unit since you didn't really have any other relatives who raised you, but the two of you somehow made it work.

Just like you, he also had a great love for the sciences. As a child, that meant going on for days without seeing him get out of his private research lab and spending holidays alone. You never really questioned it since it was the only 'parenting' he provided you with, though to give him credit, he did make sure you were never hungry and got the best education. On his part, he never shared with you what he was working on behind his closed doors and you also never bothered to ask, but you knew that it must be something incredibly important for him, what with all the hours he spent poring over his work.

That was one of your mistakes. You never asked. It never occurred to you to dig a little deeper about his projects, specifically, to get to know more about where he was getting his funding. Your father worked day and night…and a work ethic like that came with a hefty bill to support the scale of research he had been doing. You simply assumed he was a contractor to a hospital, a research group, or maybe an affiliate of a private benefactor. Whatever it was he was doing, you knew he needed money for it. Lots of it.

As it turns out, he wasn't any of those.

Oh no. He was so far off from any of your assumptions.

It apparently started with bank loans. From there, he moved to peer-to-peer lending, until it finally escalated to resorting to loan sharks. He threw himself head on to whatever it was that could give him money, and by the time he realized that he was drowning in it, it was too late for him to fix his mess up. And so he did the next thing a damned man could do—which is to jump ship before the waves fully drowned him.

The only problem about that was that he was the only one who left his sinking boat. You were left alone in it with no other choice but to desperately try and keep it afloat. Sure, you were not the one who borrowed the money, but you were also the only existing, living target that the sharks could chomp on after he disappeared without any other trace. Hell, you didn't even have any idea if he was still alive—if he is, then he is doing a very great job acting dead and absent.

It had been pure hell for you since the day of his disappearance. If you're not dealing with bank calls, you're desperately trying to hide away from actual collector visits. You consider it your lucky day when you actually get one from a legal collecting firm… because on your worst ones, you had to stare down the nose of a gun and pray to yourself that the mob will make you live another day.

Your eyes momentarily slipped now towards the stack of envelopes that Mijeong put on your table. Opening them has become useless at this point, because you already have a pretty solid idea of what their contents will most likely be. More problems. More mess for you to fix.

"I can't really quit my job at the hospital, you know that," you finally managed to answer as you turned towards your friend again. "And no, I am not going to give up my studies, especially with the scholarship that I have. It is already unfair enough that I have to fix his mess. I am not going to let go of the only right thing that is going on for me just so I can work and clean up his bullshit."

Your friend shot you an understanding glance in answer. That's another thing about Mijeong. She may practically be an heiress—and will probably never have a single financial hiccup in her life—but she is not entirely clueless when it comes to understanding the plight of people like you. In fact, she is very attentive about them, to the point that sometimes, you feel the only reason why she is still sharing an apartment with you is because she knew you needed someone to split off the costs.

"Are you sure that you don't really want to…"

You widened your eyes at her to give her a warning look before she even finished. You knew what was coming, and you didn't really want to hear it.

"No. That is not an option."

"But it can make your life so much easier! Look, I can just write you a check. You don't have to worry about interest and you can just pay me whenever you can—"

"Mijeong. I already borrowed money from you."

"After much insistence from me, yes. But that's not even an eighth of what you need. I know it because—"

"Jeongie. Stop."

The exhaustion in your voice must have been so obvious because it immediately made her pause. Maybe she is right… At this point, you knew that you couldn't afford even a trace of pride, but the last thing that you also need is to have someone act as your charity. You'll never be like your father who dumped his problems on someone else just because he lacked a shred of responsibility in his body.

"I really appreciate the offer… but I really don't want to borrow money just to pay off the mess he has made. I mean, I already did from you and that is not even a small amount at all."

A sigh came from your best friend now as she raked her fingers over her long, flowy hair. You gave her an apologetic smile which she only answered with a roll of her eyes.

"Sometimes, I want to wring your neck for your moral values. I can't force you to do what you don't want though. I'm just… really worried over you."

"I know. And I love you for it. Thank you, Jeongie."

You thought that was finally the end of the conversation as she fell silent while staring you down, but she is anything but finished. You were about to ask her again if anything is wrong when she suddenly put up a finger, asking you to shut up. You immediately pursed your lips at the action.

"This is going to sound silly, maybe even dangerous. But since you don't want to have the easy way out, what do you think about taking… a job?"

Your brows rose suspiciously.

"What job?"

You didn't miss the look of hesitance that briefly passed her at your question. For a few seconds, you actually thought she changed her mind about telling you more details, but then she sighed again and finally rearranged herself on top of your bed so she could look at you better.

"So you know how my dad's company supplies different institutions across the country, right? Well, the other night, he asked me to pick up something in his office and I found a folder there. As it turns out, we're also the primary provider of all the drugs of Cypher Institute."

A frown settled on your features at that reveal. Cypher Institute is the biggest research group in the country which has various arms in the medical, IT, and even nuclear fields. It is notorious for its influence in both the academe and the industry… though it is also equally infamous for the shady rumors connected to its name.

"Cypher Institute… the one that was recently in the news for a controversial psychological case study?" You asked Mijeong now who gave you a single nod in return.

"I got curious when I saw their file since they've been all over the television and papers, so I kinda decided to take a peek," she continued. You moved your head slightly to encourage her to speak more. She looked a little uncomfortable, which is a novelty for you since she is the type of girl who is almost never shaken by anything.

"Well, I saw the file… and it was a job post," she finally said after swallowing. "It was a list of open positions for a research experiment they are doing."

That took you a while to process. "Job positions—why did your father have it? Posts like those should be opened to the public, especially if it's for a research expe—" you stopped abruptly as realization struck you. You looked at Mijeong wide-eyed and she returned the glance with a look of confirmation.

"I don't think it is a publicly open experiment… or even a legal one," she said in a tone that was barely above a whisper. "I don't know the full details of it, but apparently organizations like these endorse their openings to a select few—in this case, industry partners who might know some leads. It's an open secret in the business…"

It took you a moment to absorb that. Sure, you are aware of underground projects like this, but you didn't really expect that you'll be brushing elbows with one ever in your life. The fact that it was coming from your friend, too, makes it even more odd. As someone who is both part of the research academe and the medical community, you didn't really know how to feel about it. You were still processing your thoughts when Mijeong's voice broke through them again.

"They have an opening for a researcher who can join their small team. The job details look pretty normal but they didn't really go into detail about the actual project. The pay… is very competitive."

You watched as she pulled up her phone and raised it to your eye level so you could see her screen. "I was in a hurry so I was only able to take a photo, but there is a QR code there that you could check. You know… if you're interested."

You reached out to take it from her hands and quickly scanned through the job requirements. She is right. Everything looked straightforward. They were looking for someone with a psychology background who can handle a test group for a contract of one year. It's nothing special than what you normally see from other jobs—but it is also that very thing that makes everything seem more suspicious given that it is posted by an organization with a reputation like Cypher's. It's for that reason that you took a couple of extra seconds to simply stare at the screen, your thumb hovering over it. You swallowed back the dryness that had gathered in your mouth as you flipped a thought over your head.  

"What makes you think they will take me though?"

Mijeong raised her brows at you as if challenging the logic of your question.

"You have a double degree in psychology and psychiatry. You're also not a neophyte when it comes to actual on the ground research. If you ask me, you're even overqualified for it."

"But I'm not really affiliated with any—"

"They don't know that though. Obviously, this is an underground hiring, so they will probably only assume that whoever sends an application is from one of their networks."

You shot her a furtive look. Mijeong sighed and leaned towards you.

"Look, babes. I am not saying you should go for it because to be honest, even I think everything about that is shady as hell. But I just wanted to give you an option. Let's be honest here, you wouldn't be able to dig yourself out of your father's debts working in the community psych ward and I am seriously getting worried with the amount of harassment you're getting from the sharks. If you take this, you can probably pay everything in half a year tops."

She is right… She is absolutely right however you look at it.

You unconsciously gnawed on your lower lip now as you glanced back at the phone in your hand. No matter how you look at it, the opportunity is perfect for what you exactly need right now. Sure it might be illegal and sure you might end up in a ditch if you fuck it up, but to be honest, even that doesn't seem so bad from what you're dealing with at the moment.

You sighed and tapped the screen again so you could share the photo to yourself. Mijeong saw the look on your face and immediately understood your decision. She slightly grimaced.

"Oh God, if you die from working there it will be a hundred percent my fault, isn't it."

You gave her a stiff shake of your head before finally throwing her phone back to her.  

"Don't feel guilty if that's the case. You'll be doing me a favor."

*******

"You will be the doctor assigned to seven of our high-security patients. I need you to sign these papers to formalize everything."

Your gaze fell on the single piece of document shoved towards you by the elderly lady sitting across the table. She shot you a look that said she'd rather be somewhere else so you softly cleared your throat and picked up your pen to get the deal done and over with. To be honest, you still can't believe that you are actually here now, sitting inside one of Cypher's ghastly looking interview rooms. Everything moved so fast from the moment you submitted your application that you actually thought they were just as desperate in getting someone to fill in the position. And so here you are, just a sign away from formally getting in. You quickly ran through the contents of the document now, a slight frown settling between your brows as you finally realized what it was.

"This is a… liability waiver," you said slowly as you gave her a glance. She didn't seem unperturbed by the hesitation in your voice at all, instead raising a brow as she looked dead into your eyes.

"A confidentiality and liability waiver. Signing this means you agree never to share any information about the project and that you relieve the organization of any responsibilities in the event that you get injured or die while at work."

She said that in such a straightforward, nonplussed tone that you wondered just how normal it is for such situations to happen in this place. For the hundredth time since you walked into the institute, you questioned yourself again if you were making a sane decision. However, there was also a bigger, more desperate part of you that was still ready to ignore the obvious red flags.

You swallowed the dry lump blocking your throat before finally gliding your pen on the blank at the foot of the page. You then pushed it back towards the woman before the ink even dried on the paper.

"Is there—Is there anything else I need to sign?" You asked shakily as you rested your hands over your lap to keep them from shaking. The lady gave the document one quick look before picking it up with her bony hands. For a while, she didn't say anything at all, her eyes only set on the drying scribble of your name there. It took you everything to keep yourself from squirming on your seat.

And then she smiled.

"None. That's it for now. We will be processing the remainder of your work papers tomorrow. You can sign them then. For now, you can start familiarizing yourself with the project… and your future patients. Welcome onboard, Doctor. "

You watched silently as she pushed towards you a metal folder holding what seemed like a thin ream of documents inside. Your cold fingers reached out to it, your gaze set on the glaring label on its cover. Thin black letters jumped up to you like living beings, spelling out two words.

Project Dream.

The first page you flipped to told you the basics that you've also read in the original job post. You will be the in-house psychologist for a group of volunteer patients for a high-profile but highly confidential experiment. It was the second document that gave you more information, your eyes widening as you quickly realized what the words there mean. Your head shot up towards the woman again who has now picked herself up from her seat, your signed papers safely clutched in her claw-like hands. She was just about to turn and leave when you called out to her in slight alarm.

“Wait, what does this—what does ‘human deviants mean?”

The term made her stop abruptly in her tracks. Slightly, she turned her body towards you, one part of her face washed by the lone stark fluorescent bulb lighting up the room. The rest of her features were bathed with shadows, but that didn’t stop you from making out the dead gleam in her eyes.

“It will be best to ask your patients personally. I’m sure they can’t wait to meet you.”

The ringing of the door echoed in the four walls of the room when she slammed it shut behind her. You were left staring at the spot she just left, your body temperature dropping as you stayed frozen on your seat. Slowly, your eyes moved towards the open file in front of you once more. Shaky fingers turned another page, your gaze landing on the faces printed there.

Seven boys with seven different sets of abilities that are beyond the capacity of a normal human. Their black and white faces stared at you from the page, their names and what you can only assume as their code names glaring underneath their headshots.

Your eyes fell on the first one.

Mark Lee, 23 years old.

Patient Code: 04

Arcana ID: The Emperor / L’ Imperatore

*******

The smell of antiseptic clinging in the place was not helping the state of your nerves at all. Your eyes roamed the stark white walls of the corridor you are currently traversing before moving towards the small sticky note on the top of your folder. It was the only thing given to you by a bleak-looking receptionist on the front desk—that and the direction to look for room 119 down the left wing of the Institute.

Cypher's structure was, in all sense of the word, intimidating. It was fully decked with what looks like the most advanced of technologies—eye scanners, voice-automated elevators, and the likes—to the point that the place almost gives off an air of icy artificiality. It was a sprawling maze of corridors that looked so alike from each other, and you couldn't help but notice just how far and in between the people roaming around got the deeper you wove your way into its underbelly. You know it shouldn't surprise you as much since you are working on a highly confidential project, but you still couldn't shake off the foreboding feeling gnawing at your insides especially after what you found out earlier from the files.

The clacking of your heels stopped when your eyes finally found the door you were looking for. It was at the end of a long corridor which seems to have fewer rooms than the earlier ones you passed through. You briefly looked back towards the direction you’ve come from before finally raising your hand to give a quick knock. If you're not 100 percent convinced before that working here is a bad idea, then you have absolutely no doubts about it now, that is fore sure. However, you will also be lying if you say you are not at all curious about what lies on the other end of all these.

Human deviants…

Superhumans…

They couldn't really exist, right?

"Come in."

You were mildly startled when a voice called out from the inside. Blinking a few times, you wrapped your hand around the steel door handle and finally pushed it open.

The room's expanse definitely took you by surprise. It looks significantly bigger than what one would assume from its unassuming entrance, its length spanning what you think might be a good quarter of the whole corridor. What really caught your eyes is its odd mix of setup, however, with one end looking like a laboratory and the middle similar to what you would see from a control room. Big screens took up one portion of a wall, though they were all currently dead at the moment. Beside it is another section of what looks like x-ray illuminators currently stacked with films.

"Can I help you?"

You were too caught up in trying to absorb everything that you barely even noticed the man currently huddled on one of the tables by your right. He straightened up a little bit better on his seat when you finally turned to look at him, his face now in better focus without the monitors covering it earlier.

"Hi. I—I am the new psychologist. I just joined the team today."

A look of realization dawned on his face momentarily before slight confusion crept in. You watched as he finally picked himself up from his seat to go over where you were. He looked just a couple of years older than you, with his dark hair brushed up to keep them from falling over his glasses. You tried to make out his name on the ID tag pinned on the pocket of his lab coat but he was already in front of you before you could properly make it out.

"I wasn't expecting you to start so soon. They told me someone was coming in later this week…"

"Uhh… I also was a little surprised that this is my first day, but they said it's better for me to get a good head start…"

His expression changed as he seemed to have picked up the slight hesitation in your voice. He gave you a guilty smile then and scratched the back of his neck before offering his hand to you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound unwelcoming. I'm Qian Kun, the resident neurologist for this project."

Neurologist… so that explains the dozens of MRI scans on the wall.

"Nice meeting you, Kun," you said as you took his hand and offered your name. He definitely looked far more friendlier now that the air of suspicion has dropped off from him. "So… are we the only members of the research unit?"

"Oh no. There are quite a few. Most of them are junior researchers though and some are data analysts. They stay in a different room most of the time."

"So you are the project lead then?"

He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders as a reply.

"No, not really. But… I do get top level access to most of the files and the data. You'll have it too, I guess. Since you will be playing a major role now that you're here."

That made your gaze immediately drop towards the folder in your hand. To be honest, you haven't really brought yourself to read more after having a glimpse of the page with the faces of the study participants, and you would be lying if you say you are less confused now than when you first walked into the institute. Kun immediately noticed the look you had, his dark eyes reading what's behind them.

"You…were briefed about the study, weren't you?"

You simply gave him a look and slightly raised the file you were holding.

"If you mean giving me these papers, then yes. I have been briefed."

That made him look at you in disbelief.

"Wow. So they even left that with me. Have you at least read it?"

"I did take a look… doesn't mean I understood anything there."

Kun nodded emphatically at you and sighed. He waved his hand at you then, motioning you to follow him as he went over to one side of the room with the largest monitor. You quietly followed after his steps, the cold metal of your file folder pressed against your side as you clutched to it.

"Can't really blame you. I can't believe that they didn't even try to explain things to you though. How do I even do this… where do I start," he was more so whispering to himself as he settled on a seat and started keying in some code on the computer in front of him. The monitor came to life in front of you, making you slightly squint with its sudden light. You only noticed the words there after blinking a few times to adjust your vision.

Project Dream.

"I guess I can give you a brief explanation so you know what to expect. You already know that this is an experimental study with human subjects, I assume?"

"Seven volunteers, yes."

An unknown look briefly passed him as he took in the second word you used. It was gone too fast, however, as he refocused to type something on the keyboard. The monitor changed to show the exact same photos of the boys printed on your file, their faces much more clearer this time with the blown up images. Your gaze touched each one silently.

"Seven special volunteers, if I might say. The boys you are looking at right now, they aren't average civilians. They are superhumans. The term we officially use for them here are deviants."

The way he said that in such a plain straightforward manner almost made you lose your focus. You gawked at him, speechless, but he wasn't even looking at you. Instead, he clicked on one photo from the seven to put one image in focus. It was the same boy you first laid eyes on when you checked the files.

"One thing you must know about this study is that it's not going to be anything you would ever expect. I doubt you will ever come across anything like this—like them again."

"When you say superhumans, do you mean—"

"They have abilities that are beyond what regular people can do. Matter manipulation, time bending, telekinesis, god knows what else. All those things you see in the movies? That sort of crazy. The goal of this project was to properly profile their skills and understand how they got them."

That made you realize… Now that you think about it, not all of them had complete information on their files. The boy flashed on the screen right now, Mark, was one of the three that had most of his blanks filled out.

"So you mean, they are mutants?" You asked in almost a whisper, disbelief still making you feel almost numb. Kun finally turned to glance at you.

"I don't really know if you can call them that. Mutants… well… they are a result of mutation. Meaning they developed over generations. The skills of these boys are assumed to be tied to something more… ancient. At least that is what we assume."

You frowned. And then something clicked.

"The Arcana IDs."

"You're familiar with them?"

You shook your head in earnest. "I know the term since it is connected to tarot reading. I have a friend who kinda believes in it, but other than that… I don't know anything else."

Kun nodded slowly. “Well, that’s what the public knows. Card reading does come from tarot, but the Arcana is more than that. If you take a look at its history, the reason why they started to be used as devices for fortune-telling is because they are apparently connected to the esoteric. The language of the universe, if you want to put it in a more simple explanation. Do you know how the tarot works?”

You gave him a blank stare. He pointed towards the screen again which is now taken over by photos of 22 different cards. “According to mystics, reading the tarot helps someone understand the past, the present, and the future. They are not exactly considered magical devices, but they are believed to contain energies that bridge and shape the inner and outer world. That’s the keyword. ‘Energy.’”

“I still don’t understand any of this,” you said honestly with a slight shake of your head.

“Don’t quote me on this, but according to the history of this project that was disclosed to me, the arcana system exists in what is called the third realm. It’s the one in between the real world that we know as the astral plane. It’s not bound by what we know to be true here in our three-dimensional existence, but it is also not fiction enough to not be considered true. That’s why it can touch both the past, present, and the future.”

“Like… dreams,” you said softly with a look of realization. Kun tapped the edge of the table to confirm your comment.

“So apparently, the Arcana system can influence the world of the living by connecting with human vessels. They basically lend them abilities that make them superior in skills than us mundanes, but doesn’t exactly make them different from us. They’re like the connection between our world and the other dimension. Which is why I wouldn’t call them mutants, because these people are connected to something much more ancient that's beyond logic.”

“But how…” you frowned now as you moved your gaze towards the deck of cards flashed on the screen again. “I can’t imagine how any of these can be real. You believe this?”

You didn’t mean your tone to sound so incredulous, but it is what you feel as you tried to take everything in. Fortunately, Kun didn’t seem to take that personally, instead shooting you a look that says he definitely understands your reaction.

“Look… I am a man of science. I’m a doctor just like you. I look at logic. Facts. Believe it or not, I also thought all of these are just some bunch of hokey magic. But… I’ve seen things. Once you do, I think you can make the decision for yourself, too.”

You gnawed at your lower lip at what he just said. You’re still on the fence about everything, but you also don’t think he is the type to lie or be easily fooled.

“What’s your role in the project though? If this is all about supernatural abilities, why do they need a neurologist?”

Kun sighed and turned his chair to face you better. “Well, even though all of this is esoteric, Cypher still believes that we can find a system that can explain the abilities of these boys. Magnetic energies, physics, whatever. For me, I look at their brains. Because if these kids can do what they can do, there is obviously something going on in their head or DNA that sets them apart from normal humans.”

That makes sense. “And why… do they need a psychologist and psychiatrist then?”

Kun gave you an unreadable look. He immediately glanced away, however, before you could even fully take it in.

“The tests… can be a little stressful. We need someone who can help them process things. Just to make sure that they are in the right mindsets.”

For some reason, you weren’t entirely sold on that. You can’t exactly put your finger on it, but you have the feeling that there is something much odder going on here other than the fact that you will be dealing with superhumans.

“Anyway, you can meet them tomorrow. I would suggest you read their records first so you can prepare yourself. Some of them can be a little elusive and withdrawn. I guess you can take a secret peek right now though. It’s their time to go out in their shared foyer for their free time.”

You were just on the verge of asking him what that means when he keyed in some new commands on his keyboard again. In a flash, the monitor before you changed feedback, showing a live feed of what looks like a wide plain white room. Bookshelves, computers, and various gaming consoles decorated it in an odd mashup of interiors. Your eyes bounced on the people there, now currently scattered in different places. They all seemed to be engrossed in their own activities, oblivious of the fact that they were currently being watched.

“The eldest is Mark, the one that you see right now by the table,” Kun nodded his head towards a boy with a close-cropped brownish blonde haircut. “The one next to him is Renjun,” he continued, now referring to the lithe-framed black and blonde-haired one talking to the former.

“Our two youngest are Chenle and Jisung. They’re the ones by the pool table,” your eyes went towards the spot he described just in time to see the two boys laugh over something. The taller one puffed out his cheeks, seemingly disappointed at the ball he pinned, while his dark-haired partner snickered. “Jaemin and Jeno, the ones watching them, are like twins. They’re the same age,” Kun continued, now motioning towards another pair of boys lounging over the computers stacked on one end of the wall. “Then, you finally have Haechan, also the same age as the two,” he finished as he nodded towards the last boy sitting comfortably on a bean bag, his face buried behind a hardbound book.

You didn’t say anything as you silently observed everyone in the room. They all looked so young… and so normal. If not for what you have been told, you would have never assumed they are anything out of the ordinary.

“That’s it, I guess. I can give you a tour around the other parts of the Institute in a bit. I know the place is so big so it’s easy to get lost here,” Kun said as he finally stood up from his seat and started pulling off his lab coat to hang it behind the chair of his designated cubicle. That made you finally tear your eyes away from the monitor.

“Thank you. That will really mean a lot to me,” you answered him with a smile.

“No problem. Just give me two minutes. I just need to finish an email.”

You nodded before turning your head again towards the screen. You didn’t give it too much thought, which is why it felt like a bucket of ice was thrown over your head when your gaze landed on it again.

Seven pairs of eyes are now looking directly at you from the camera, as if they’ve always known you’ve been there.

The boy with the book slowly gave you a smirk before raising his right hand to throw you a playful salute.

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CH.2

A/N: Belated Happy Birthday to the boy who lights up my world, Huang Renjun. :D Also, thank you for 700 followers! 💚

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[toosexymommys]

LOOKING FOR A ROLEPLAYING PARTNER! (please only approach me about roleplay after reading below:)

The roleplay revolves around mom having an impossible fantasy about incest with her son. Son is a moral and ethical person, who would never cross that line. Therefore, mom's strategy is to find ways to tease him in ever more seductive ways hoping that one day he'll brake and just rape her. So, she makes up false reasons, lies and excuses to provide a believable cover and plausible deniability for increasingly teasing and seductive activity like dressing, acting, talking and touching in incestuous ways - but always for some unrelated or mistaken reason. She must always keep her true intentions under the radar or she'll scare her reluctant son away.

As this goes on, son always verbally maintains his position of moral purity (e.g., "mom, are you sure this is necessary? I feel like this is crossing the line", or "careful mom I can see your X!"). However, he never physically stops his mother's actions, as he respects his mother and doesn't want to offend her. He refuses to believe that she would actually have perverted desires for him, so he prefers to believe her excuses, ridiculous as they may sometimes be.

On the other hand, it so happens that Son's moral objections and discomfort from his own attraction to his mother is exactly what mother lusts for and turns her on more than anything in the world - so the more he resists, the more turned on she becomes.

Clarifications:

At NO POINT in the roleplay do either mom or son admit to their incestuous desires for each other. The entire roleplay revolves around finding excuses, reasons and lies that mother uses to allow for increasingly perverted activity to happen. I didn't give examples for these reasons as all the fun is in coming up with them. The story can be modified in any way to make the reasons work, e.g. defining the circumstances (e.g., lockdown) professions (e.g., she's a physical therapist, doctor, or psychologist), etc.

With that in mind, so long as we come up with good excuses, things can go VERY far. In fact, given a good enough reason/excuse, even full sex can occur (but it does require some real creativity to come up with a seemingly non-incestuous, non-perverted reason why it's necessary for son to stick his penis in his mother pussy and thrust repeatedly. But it's not impossible!)

Bonus game which I also love: Husband/Father also has a secret mom-son incest fetish, and so he's the one coming up with fake reasons and excuses why mom and son need to see or touch each other in ways that would normally be considered perverted. In this game mom is (surprisingly) cooperative with fathers suggestions/requirements, and son is still the reluctant/moral/innocent "victim" of the situation, though he doesn't physically stop it and must comply with his parents wishes. It's also possible to have a daughter/Sister in a similar role to this Husband/father (that is - who loves mom/son incest). In any case, all erotica revolves around mom-son.

I don't mind playing either son or mom (or husband/dad, or sister/daughter). My favourite - we switch between the characters.

I'm not interested in passive partners who just expect me to do all the writing.

When I come online, it's usually around 10pm-1am CET (Europe), 4pm-7pm EST (US), 2am-5am India.

I'm not interested in any roleplay that doesn't follow these guidelines. So please ONLY ask me about roleplaying if you've read all of the above and you LIKE it (don't expect me to compromise about the above 6 rules). However, so long as we're keeping within these (admittedly stringent) boundaries, I'm open to any scenario.

you can send me a message here on Tumblr or by email/hangouts at toosexymommy@gmail.com

If all of the above sounds good to you, we may be a rare and incredible match, so I definately would be thrilled to hear from you!

[qianinterprises]

Warm Mornings

Pairing | Jeno x Reader x Jaemin

Warning(s) | slightly suggestive (if you squint), polyamorous relationship

Synopsis | Just an everyday morning in the life of you, snuggled between the loves of your life.

Author’s Notes | I wrote this after reading this by @bluejaem. After getting permission (in the form of a brain dumped imagine lol), I decided to write my own little NoMin poly! I would also like to add that I started over three damn times before I was finally happy with it, but it has not been beta read so... expect grammatical errors (Im sorry!)

Work Count | 1.9K

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As morning bloomed over the city, pulling individuals out of their dreams to dawn a new day, you rolled over under the blankets, careful not to disturb the arms wrapped around your waist in your quest for comfort. As you settled on your side, facing the eastern window, your eyes cracked open, sleep already leaving you for awakeness.

Sunlight beamed into the window, casting hues of gold along the walls, creating patterns and designs of light around the room. One beam of sun in particular hit the back of the man to your left, light bouncing off his bare skin and illuminating his body in such a way he appeared to almost be glowing. Golden rays bounced off his dyed brown hair, creating such an heir of elegant innocence around him.

The bed ruffled and the body behind you wiggled until one of the arms around your waist was pulling you back against a broad chest, face nestling in your neck, blowing soft tufts of air across your sensitive skin, making you shudder.

“Good morning,” his voice was deep and raspy, husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you whispered back, quiet so as not to wake the male in front of you.

“Is he glowing?”

A smile falls across your face, eyes roving over the porcelain face of Na Jaemin, deep in the confines of sleep, eyes fluttering lightly with dreams, hair a mess atop his head.

“Like an angel,” you whispered.

The arms around your waist seemed to tighten even more as he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

“Our angel.”

You placed your hands lightly over his, stroking along his skin, tracing the bulging veins that came with being a well-built muscular man with a love for exercise.

“Are you two talking about me again?”

Jaemin’s voice brought a yelp from your throat and your body lurched backwards in shock, unfortunately sending your foot into a not so friendly place for the man behind you.

The arms released your body completely as said male let out a slow whine, hands moving down to cup himself, coaxing the organ to stop spiking with the pain your foot had left.

You rolled over, careful of your limbs this time to check that the male was alright.

Lee Jeno. A tall, lanky but muscular man that had stolen your heart the first time your eyes met. His face was contorted in pain, eyes squeezed shut to keep in the tears that surely weren’t far from falling.

“I am so sorry!” you breathed, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched at your touch.

“Give him a moment. Let him catch his bearings.”

Jaemin’s voice wasn’t half so husky now as he wound his arms around his waist and pulled you back, careful of your feet as you curled your legs again comfortably.

“That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been pretending to be asleep!” you hissed.

“Oh I wasn’t pretending. You two just aren’t as quiet as you think you are.”

You turned your head to send a glare at him when a puff of air left Jeno’s lips and his body uncurled itself. His eyes opened, glassy, and he blinked a few times to rid the tears that threatened to fall.

“Next time you jump in fear, try to make sure your not curled up first!”

Jaemin snorted and you shook your hide, sliding out of Jaemin’s arms and closer to Jeno, who engulfed you in a bear hug, pressing your face against his shoulder.

“No fair! He got cuddles already! I haven’t got my cuddles yet!” Jaemin’s voice whined behind you.

“I just got kicked in the balls! I think I deserve a few extra cuddles!” Jeno insisted.

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from Jeno slightly. He let out a small, puppy whine, hands clinging to your waist as Jaemin cackled behind you, making a grab to pull you away. He let out his own yelp when you slapped one of his hands away and instead, grabbed his arm, tugging him closer until his chest was pressed against your back.

“You can both cuddle me,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face into Jeno’s neck as Jaemin’s arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body.

Your eyes began to droop as two warm bodies help you snuggly between them, hands softly stroking your back or your arms, lulling you back into your dreams, breathing in Jeno’s scent of earthy body wash, content at the way Jaemin’s lips pressed butterfly kisses along your neck.

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When you opened your eyes for the second time, you noted the lack of arms around you and the rhythmic heartbeat against your ear.

You let out a soft yawn, shuffling closer to the chest, immediately recognizing it as Jeno’s. You wound your arms around his waist, holding onto him like an overstuffed teddy bear.

He had his phone in his hand, playing some weird alien-killing game, his other hand lazily drawing patterns beneath your shirt against your back.

“Where’s Jaemin?” you asked with a small yawn, nuzzling closer.

“In the kitchen.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he didn’t glance up from the game as another green alien blob appeared on screen.

“I’m going to go see if he needs any help.”

You moved to get up, but the hand down your shirt quickly pulled out and wound itself around your waist, preventing you from moving.

“I’m under strict orders not to let you out of this bed.”

You rolled your eyes but complied, happy to rest your head against Jeno’s bare chest, but his abs were only so interesting.

“Can you hand me my phone?”

Dating two was a lot different than dating just one. You had to make compromises and things didn’t always work out flawlessly. For example, sleeping arrangements.

After dating for a while, the three of you had decided to get an apartment together rather than living in two separate apartments (because Jeno and Jaemin already lived together). It made sense, especially with their differing jobs and never having time to go on dates as a trio. When you’d first bought the apartment, you’d taken your queen sized bed from your old one, but that quickly ended in disaster, either Jaemin or Jeno ending up on the floor in the middle of the night after being kicked out of bed from a restless sleeper.

After finding one or both men snuggled up uncomfortably on the couch because the bed just wasn’t big enough for the three of you, you’d pooled your money and bought a larger, King sized bed. However, while this kept you all in bed without bruises, it also meant you were stuck under two blankets between two boys, both of which radiated heat like a space heater.

You’d find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, their arms wrapped around you, your shirt sticking to your back in sweat, which should have been an easy enough solution, just kick the blankets off. Problem was, when you did, you either squirmed so much it woke one or both of them up, or you ended up warm and toasty between two shivering boys. That was an issue solved with a ceiling fan, though it wasn’t perfect.

The newest issue, however, was always needing assistance to reach something. Rather than sleeping on a side with a night stand, you were constantly shaking them awake to ask for a sip of water from the nightstand or crawling over one of them to use the restroom. A solution to this problem didn’t seem so simple as the others. However, despite waking them up countless times in the middle of the night, they never complained. In fact, they almost seemed happy to do it, even when Jaemin was sluggishly pulling himself out of bed at 5am for work after a rough night.

Unwinding his arm from around your waist, Jeno reached for your phone on the nightstand, unplugging it, and placing it in your hands, wrapping his arm back around your waist and going back to his game.

Pressing a kiss to his chest in thanks, you unlocked your phone, smiling at the photo of the three of you at the beach, begrudgingly taken by Donghyuck who’d gotten roped into third-wheeling when Renjun had bailed at the last minute.

You opened your Tumblr account, shifting to hide your screen from curious eyes and you pulled up your initial feed, hearting posts and reblogging memes until you came upon a fic from your favorite blog <your favorite blog> featuring South Korean heartthrob, Jung Jaehyun.

Biting down on your lower lip, you took another glance at Jeno before letting your eyes scan greedily over the words, drinking them in. It wasn’t long before you were fully absorbed in the story that you didn’t realize Jaemin was calling your name until the phone was snatched out of your hands.

“Geez! You’d think you’d gone deaf!” Jaemin exclaimed.

You felt your cheeks heat up, nose twitching in embarrassment as you carooned into Jeno’s chest.

“What in the-”

Jeno cut himself off. You glanced up at him, curious as to what had shocked him, only for your eyes to widen when you found him gaping at your screen.

“What kind of filth-!”

“It’s called smut! And it’s not for you!” you cried, reaching for the phone, only to have it raised higher, out of your reach.

You huffed.

“When did you start reading that stuff?!” Jaemin gaped.

“Probably around the same time Jeno put that virus on your laptop!”

“Hey!”

“So you’re the culprit! I had to explain to my older brother why I had a virus from an adult site I’d never watched before!” Jaemin exclaimed.

He jumped on the bed, grabbed his pillow, and hit Jeno over the head with it, hitting you at the same time.

“Ouch!” you whined. “Stop it!”

Jaemin huffed and flopped down on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jeno placed your phone back on the table and all was quiet until you turned to look at Jaemin.

“What were you calling me for anyways?”

He stared at you in confusion for a moment before perking up.

“Oh! Do you want orange juice or coffee?”

“Um… coffee duh! We started dating two years ago, right? Not yesterday?”

“I was just making sure!” he grumbled, crawling out of bed and stomping back to the kitchen.

When he was gone, Jeno leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I still want to know why you were reading filth about that idol…”

“Just forget it Jeno. You wouldn’t understand,” you groaned.

Not even a minute later, Jaemin was walking back into the room carefully balancing three trays in his arms. Jeno reached out to grab his own. Jaemin placed your tray over your lap and slid back under the blankets on your left. You sat up in bed and leaned close to press a kiss to the males cheek, only for him to turn at the last minute, capturing your lips.

He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek softly, drawing you closer as his tongue brushed over your bottom lip before pulling away, placing a lasting peck on your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You nuzzled yourself closer, careful not to disturb the tray of food on your lap.

“I love you more,” Jeno, clearly dissatisfied with his lack of attention, stated moving up behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapped one arm around Jaemin’s neck, the other around Jeno’s.

“I love you both the most.”

[calzonekestis]

Starting my day off with a rant about fandom because I made the mistaken of opening twitter and people are gross and weird again but in a Different way.

Yes, Grace sparks joy for us all and is the light of our lives - literal sunshine.

Yes, baby goth Grace in her TikTok photos was like this.

Like. I can see how the contrast may be amusing, but. Again, I’ve seen tweets again of people being weird about it.

Not thirsty weird so much as just surprised or shocked - not in a bad way, but just like. Surprised? Which ok, I guess you can’t help your reaction, but like. Also.

Idk how to tell you. That teen girls and grown women and literally anyone can dress however they want.

And people’s styles can change and grow as they do themselves.

Grace needn’t be open about all her struggles - but it’s known she had them, because the dumb fucks who tried to defame her by faking posts from the blog she used at the time.

If the contrast of her then/now is a reflection of where she was then in her life vs where she is now?

Awesome. Happy for her. Proud of her. That she’s thriving, happier, more confident, has a good support system. Not just the love and support of fans, but y’know, people who actually know and love her.

If it was Just A Phase, had nothing to do with any of that - she just liked the look and aesthetic? Cool. That’s valid.

Regardless, as someone who is only two years older than her? I would have been friends with baby goth Grace. I’m sure she would have been lovely to know then as she is lovely to know now.

The differences between those two Graces is… not. Our business.

Again the internet’s favorite buzzword re celebrities - parasocial. We don’t know her. She’s not our friend. So like. Why you shocked/surprised?

You don’t know Grace now, why do you have an expectation of what she was like then?

She’s not “a completely different person” as I’ve seen people say. She’s just. The same person, at a different point in her life. She was in her goth era then. She’s in her pretty floral dress era now. That’s all we get to know.

I’d say some of y’all need to touch grass, but… I’m the one making a tumblr post at quarter to 5AM complaining about how fandom is Weird towards celebrities.

Y’all don’t need to know what they were like before they were famous. What they looked like.

It reminds me of the Joe Quinn fandom stalking his friend’s Facebook - and like - yeah, I thought those pictures of teen Joe were all cute and fun until I realized how they were obtained. People going back a decade on his friend’s blog, and making them their profile picture on twitter.

And like, I know it was haters who stalked Grace’s old blog and not her fans - but like. It’s weird and invasive and crosses so many boundaries.

Who actors are off camera ain’t our business, if they themselves are willing to let us perceive Them on their own terms - great, but. Like yeah, don’t dig up their pasts and be invasive in that regard - but also just like. Leave them alone? In general? Respect their privacy?

TLDR; Y’all do not need nor are entitled to know what they looked like as minors and that’s creepy stop being creepy why is this fandom so fuckin creepy.

[wonderlandmind4]

My writing process of this current fic this past week

this is my process of writing after I haven't written anything in almost a year: (warning. there’s alot of cursing and lack of caffeine) 

me, at work, inner thoughts: *comes up with idea* no, no don't you dare. you don’t have any time to write this shit down.

3 hours later: fuck, don't do it, don’t do it. no one will care or read it. DONT YOU DARE

later that night: *opens notes app* fuuuccck. maybe just this once scene and if i don’t like it then i'll delete it

the next day: fuuuccccckkkkkkkkkk. *opens more notes*

*moves to word doc* welp, i guess i'm writing this shit.

*opens 3 other word docs* its fine, i just need to write these three different scenes and then- wait...these 6 diff- hang on, i guess i have to write this idea down t- fuck.

*now has 9 docs open* fuckfuckfuck, muttered into my coffee cup

*yells at @pastafossa about this process* 

*gives pasta a one liner tease*

*pasta proceeds to yell back*

me, gets sick for for a week. stays up until 5am writing: fuckshitgodamnitotherfuckerwhatthehell is my process here. why can't i stop

me, after 4 hours of sleep while sick: AND I WAKE WITH YOUR MEMORY OVER ME- IT'S ME, OOLOW *cracks up*

me later in the day at 8pm, writing: ....havent i eaten anything today? WHY CAN'T I TASTE FOOD

*OPENS 11TH different word document* "why am i like this. i just haaadd to write this stupid Daredevil fic, didn't i? I blame yo Matthew of the asses. Its all your fault. No NO! You aren't suppose to agree with that.

me: *cruses in the limited Spanish i know*

me in the middle of writing a scene: *scroll through tik tok and tumblr and pintrest and etsy "what other art prints can i buy"

me, currently: *realizes there are two of almost the same exact scene between word docs* is that...*makes snipping noises and cutting sign with fingers* is that what i'm doing here? i don’t even know- *raps Hamilton*