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seahorseduh · 21 hours ago
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I DID IT. I GOT INTO THE VOID STATE AND MANIFESTED EVERYTHING I WANTED. IM CRYING
i manifested bringing my phone with me into my new reality, so this is how im communicating. im gonna be leaving tumblr now to live my dream life, ill probably reblog stuff and like things every now and then. i was using the distraction method and idk how to describe it i was just in the void, heres everything i manifested!!!
being able to shift, manifest or go into the void on command
can’t get bullied
desired family (im in the dunphy family from modern family)
moving to tianmo (a country i made before manifesting)
extremely rich
i’m 13 again
i speak mandarin, korean, singaporean, french, german, spanish, thai, welsh, japanese and russian on a native level. Im so good at these languages i can type 200 wpm in each and i know more than most native adults! I cannot forget languages and i will keep them for the rest of my life. Nobody at school knows i know other languages yet.
living my dream life
me and family always safe and healthy
im in a lot of movies
df and db
always healthy
love school and popular 
i’m everyone’s type and i get along with everyone, i have no enemies. 
cousins with celebs
i mog every model
my city has amazing public transit and a metro
i embody the blue junimocore aesthetic
i always smell like gingerbread in winter, tropical in summer
famous grandparents
i have an extremely high spice and pain tolerance 
i always have proof that im related to famous people and people believe me
there’s usually thunderstorms at night
Im the most attractive person in the school
No matter where we travel, me or my family is always protected and safe. Nothing bad can happen to us. We cant die until we are old. I cant die unless i want to and it will be peaceful, i will barely age. My family is and me are free from any disease including age related ones and cannot get severely injured. We will live happy long lives. We can never get in any danger no matter what time it is or where we are.
I can never get hate online or in real life
I can do anything on roblox and not get banned, exploits and anything
I have a huge close friend group where nobody is left out 
I always have amazing and perfect grades, ive had amazing grades my whole life.
On my notion, i have a script for everything and theres an ai that helps me find the one.
Im a master shifter and manifestor. I can spawn things. I always get into the void state and shift if i affirm 3 times
i have an amazing bff with a 679 day streak on snapchat
I dont wear glasses and have amazing vision 
popular at school
i find skincare relaxing and fun, i have all the best korean skincare products
i look amazing in every picture, im videogenic and photogenic
i take the tram to school 
my country has the best high speed rail in the world
Good grades
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yeomongi · 1 day ago
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𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 — ᡣ𐭩
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genre : smut 18+ content below cut MDNI!!
pairing : jongho x you
word count : 1.5k-2k..? idk i lost track…
warnings : arguing, unprotected sex (don’t!!), car sex, cumming inside, uhh i think that’s it lmk if i forgot anything !! no proofread
synopsis : arguing with your boyfriend, jongho, at the mall leads to silent treatment throughout the whole trip. eventually he couldn’t take it anymore, bringing you into the backseat for passionate make-up sex.
note : THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! tysm for the request :3 im pretty proud of this one, i hope you all enjoy it!! reblogs and interactions appreciated <3
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the mall was bustling, packed with people trying to escape the cold january air. you and jongho walked side by side, the silence between you only broken by the hum of conversations around you and the occasional click of his boots on the tiled floor.
“you want to try that on?” he asked, nodding toward the dress in your hands.
“yeah, i think so,” you said, glancing up at him briefly before looking back down at the garment.
jongho was usually attentive, his quick wit and sharp observations a source of comfort to you. but today, something felt off. maybe it was the way he kept checking his phone, or the way his responses to your comments were clipped and distracted.
you made your way to the fitting rooms, jongho following behind.
“i’ll be right here,” he said, leaning against the wall outside.
you slipped into the small room, pulling the curtain closed. the lighting was harsh, fluorescent and unforgiving, but you tried not to let it bother you as you slipped the dress over your head. it fit snugly, the fabric hugging your body in all the right places.
“how does it look?” jongho asked from the other side of the curtain.
you hesitated for a moment before pulling it open just a crack so he could see. “what do you think?”
he tilted his head, his lips twitching like he was trying not to laugh. “it looks… interesting.”
your heart dropped. “interesting?”
jongho’s smile faltered when he saw the look on your face. “no, i mean—i didn’t mean it like that.”
“then what did you mean?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.
“i was just joking,” he said, his tone defensive now. “you look good, okay? i’m sorry if it came out wrong.”
but the damage was already done. you could feel the sting of his words lingering, even though you knew he didn’t mean to hurt you.
“whatever,” you muttered, closing the curtain again and tugging the dress off.
“y/n, come on,” he said, his voice muffled through the curtain. “don’t do this.”
you didn’t respond. instead, you changed back into your clothes, opened the curtain, and walked past him without a word.
the rest of the mall trip was a silent battle. jongho tried to make small talk a few times, but you shut him down with one-word answers or a shrug. eventually, he gave up, his frustration palpable in the way he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked a step ahead of you.
by the time you made it to the food court, the tension between you was unbearable. you sat across from each other, picking at your food in silence.
“are you seriously not going to talk to me?” he finally asked, his voice low but laced with irritation.
you looked up at him, your expression blank. “what’s there to say?”
he sighed, leaning back in his chair. “y/n, i said i was sorry. i didn’t mean to upset you.”
“it’s not just about the dress, jongho,” you said, your voice trembling slightly despite your efforts to keep it steady. “it’s the way you said it. like—like you don’t even care.”
“that’s not fair,” he said, his jaw tightening. “you know i care. you’re just overreacting.”
you flinched at his words, the heat rising in your chest. but instead of arguing back, you pressed your lips together and stood up.
“let’s just go,” you said, throwing your trash away and walking toward the exit.
jongho followed, his footsteps heavy behind you. the drive home was going to be long, and the thought of sitting in silence with him made your stomach churn.
once you reached the car, you slide into the backseat of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. jongho starts the engine and pulls out of the parking spot, not speaking to you either. the tension between you two is palpable.
you sit there, sulking, arms crossed over your chest as jongho drives aimlessly. he glances at you a few times, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. finally, he breaks the silence.
"baby..."
you ignore him, staring out the window, watching the streetlights flick by.
"can we talk about it?"
still no response from you.
"please, y/n. you're being ridiculous."
his words make you even more annoyed. you clench your jaw, refusing to turn to him.
jongho sighs, taking another glance at you through the rearview mirror. he slows the car down and turns onto a quiet side street, eventually pulling into an empty parking lot. he puts the car in park and turns off the engine. the sudden silence is deafening.
"y/n," he says softly, unbuckling his seatbelt. "look at me."
you continue to face away from him, lips pursed. he reaches out, gently turning your chin towards him. his touch sends shivers down your spine despite your anger.
"i love you," he whispers, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "you know that, right?"
your heart skips a beat at the sincerity in his voice. you want to stay mad, but it's hard when he looks at you like that.
your defenses start to crumble as he leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your face. without thinking, you bridge the gap between you, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. he makes a small sound of surprise before kissing you back with equal fervor
hands roam, seeking skin beneath clothing. he tugs at your shirt, desperate to feel you against him. you break the kiss just long enough to yank it over your head before crashing your mouths together again.
the backseat becomes a blur of heated movements, the only sound being ragged breathing and the rustle of fabric. he guides you onto his lap, fingers digging into your hips as he grinds you against his growing arousal.
the passion between you two burns hotter with each passing moment. he untangles himself from your lips, trailing kisses down your neck. his hands find their way under your bra, thumbs brushing over your chest as he looks up at you with desire-filled eyes.
"i need you, baby," he murmurs against your collarbone, his own breathing heavy.
your fingers thread through his soft, dark hair as you nod, unable to resist him any longer. this is what you wanted deep down, even amidst the fight. now you're ready to let go, ready to lose yourself in him.
"i need you too..." you whisper back, voice barely audible. he smiles, a small yet brilliant thing that makes your heart ache with longing.
he lifts you, maneuvering you both until you're straddling him, hands on his broad shoulders. slowly, you roll your hips, feeling him hard and ready beneath you.
the friction sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, a gasp escaping your lips. jongho groans, hands gripping you tighter, guiding you in a smooth rhythm that builds the fire between you even higher.
your fingers dance over his chest, tracing the lines of his defined muscles, feeling the rapid beat of his heart matching your own. you lean in to nibble his earlobe, a playful retaliation for his earlier teasing tone.
"you're so..." his voice trails off as you continue your ministrations, his words replaced by sharp intakes of breath.
he reaches down, making quick work of his own pants, freeing himself from the confines of his boxers.
the cool air hits his hot length, causing him to shudder beneath you. you feel it against your core, hot and pulsing. with one hand, he guides himself to your entrance, just teasing at your sensitive folds.
"please..." you whisper, needing more of him.
"anything for you, baby," he growls, pushing just the tip inside you. your head falls back momentarily as you savor the feeling.
slowly, he pushes further until he's completely sheathed within you. the pleasure is overwhelming, sending waves of electricity throughout your entire being.
"move with me," he commands softly, hands guiding your hips.
you obey, finding a rhythm that's both sweet and intense. the tension from the argument begins to dissipate, replaced by the all-encompassing sensation of being one with jongho.
as you move, jongho leans up to catch your lips again, kissing you fervently. the car fills with the sounds of your lovemaking—the wet slap of your bodies connecting, your breathless cries mingling with his low, guttural growls of delight.
he starts to buck harder beneath you, setting a faster pace. one hand slips between your legs, rubbing those sensitive nerves that make you see stars. your nails rake down his shoulders, the pleasure too much to bear.
"that's it, just let go. let me make it up to you," he purrs against your neck, his voice low and persuasive.
his thumb continues its circular motions, pushing you closer and closer. you clench around him, every fiber of your being focused on this moment, on the waves of ecstasy crashing through you both.
your body undulates against his, the fire building to a blazing inferno. it's electrifying, this connection you share. you can feel the familiar tension coiling tight within you, ready to snap.
jongho senses it too. he grips you tighter, pounding up into you with deep, primal thrusts that make the backseat creak ominously beneath you. he whispers hotly in your ear, words meant only for you: "you're so beautiful like this. gonna make me lose control."
you lose yourself in the rhythm, surrendering completely as the climax hits you like a tidal wave. you cry out his name, back arching as pleasure overwhelms every sense. the waves continue to crash through you, each one more intense than the last.
he follows you over the edge moments later, his own release joining yours in that sacred space between you. he holds you through it all, his heartbeat steady against yours as you ride out the aftershocks together.
as you catch your breath, jongho strokes your hair tenderly, pressing gentle kisses to your temple. he still fills you completely, though the intensity has softened into something sweeter now.
"i love you, y/n." he says it so sincerely, making your heart flutter once more. the fight feels like a distant memory now.
you lean in close, nuzzling against his neck, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your cheek. "i love you too, jongho."
he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark orbs searching for your soul. his hands roam possessively over your body, reclaiming every inch.
"never stay mad at me again." he pleads, his voice barely audible.
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stellewriites · 1 day ago
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butch!141 moodboards? 👀
butch!141 moodboards 🙂‍↕️
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inspired a little bit by the fic ideas i’ve got planned for them and their characters overall,, i have a reason (though some are admittedly Dumb) for every item on these moodboards so PLEASE yap away with me about them
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mikuluvu · 1 day ago
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ANTI TULPAR AU ANYA X F!READER I BEGGGGG
Where the reader is an electrician but she's super quiet and shy and Anya like bullying her, (if you don't know what the AU is I highly recommend looking it up it's a fun au)
A/n: I searched it up. So, Basically its like Anya... But Jimmy- lmao, It's like an inverse personality of Anya :) Instead of Anya being cute and all, this AU made anya rude and stuff. I hope I got it wrong brooo 🥹
ANTI TULPAR ANYA AU X FEM!READER
Warnings: Bullying(VerbalAbuse) and Anya cursing... Did I go too far-
You knelt in front of an open wall panel, your fingers working precisely to repair the fried circuits to avoid getting injured. Beads of sweat dotted your forehead, and your oversized hoodie was now covered with grease and dust... Great!. You amumbled to herself, trying to drown out the growing anxiety gnawing at your chest.
"Jesus fucking Christ, you're still at it?"
The voice came from behind you, sharp and cutting. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Anya. Her boots tapped loudly on the metal floor as she approached, her tone already irritated.
"Curly and the others can't even fucking see a thing" Anya leaned against the counter, crossing her arms as she glared down at you. "Do you even know what the hell you’re doing, or are you just dumb enough to not know what to do with it?"
You winced but kept your focus on the wires. "I-I’m almost done," you stammered, your voice barely audible. "The circuits were heavily damaged, and I—"
"Spare me that bullshit," Anya snapped, cutting her off. "You’ve been around with that panel for hours. Meanwhile, I’m out here checking up on the Captain without fucking lights."
You hands shook slightly, but you didn’t look up. "I’m doing my best," you murmured.
"Your best?" Anya barked out a bitter laugh. "Your best is why the medbay was a fucking disaster last week. Remember that? Or are you too busy pretending to be useful to even care?"
"I didn’t mean for that to happen," you whispered, your face flushing.
"Didn’t mean to?" Anya took a step closer, her shadow looming over you. "Well, guess what? Intent doesn’t mean shit when people could die because you’re too slow. You’re a liability, and everyone fucking knows it."
You clenched your jaw, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. You twisted the last wire into place and secured the panel, your fingers trembling as the lights above flickered and steadied.
"Finally," Anya muttered, rolling her eyes. "Took you long enough. Next time, maybe don’t fuck around while the rest of us are actually doing important shit."
She turned on her heel and stormed out, her boots echoing down the corridor. You stayed crouched in front of the panel, your shoulders slumped. The lights hummed steadily above you, but the sting of Anya’s words lingered, heavy and unrelenting.
A/n: Sage . .. pls tell me I did this right- was anya supposed to be a mechanic- IDK . But why do you want to request this shit- nvm.
THANK YOU FOR READING! REBLOG W/COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3 MY KO-FI
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heeseungiez · 2 days ago
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nothing i don’t have | pjs
part 5: like the old times
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pairings! park jongseong x reader, ft. huening kai x reader
summary! it was supposed to be simple, you and jay would fuck whenever either of you felt horny — no feelings. but it was hard not to catch feelings where park jongseong was involved. so you took the easy way out: you ended it.
genre! texts, written fic, college au, love triangle (corner)
content warnings! written part (500+ words)
author's note! very late very short update but i'm swamped with uni and work and group orders </3 failed english syntax, fell from the stairs and i have 5 more exams next week, idk what i'll do (probably play love and deepspace)
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You really wanted to have Heeseung’s legendary Shin Ramyun.
But you couldn’t, in good conscience, leave Kai to fend for himself at a party. Your heart wanted to take you to Jay’s apartment, but your head reasoned that it was better this way. Were you even ready to be around Jay like this? In a setting different than band practice or lectures?
Like a total weirdo, you sat outside of Yeonjun’s house on the porch by yourself. Did that mean you left Kai on his own inside the house though? Not at all. Because realistically, Yeonjun was a good friend of his, and they were close enough for him to have gone alone. But he wanted you with him. 
You should be touched, right? Kai invited you to a party — to go there with him. As his girlfriend. Something Jay had never and would never do with the type of relationship the two of you had. But still, you’d rather be with Jay and his friends right now, and it made you feel terrible toward Kai.
He was trying so hard to make you forget Jay. And you adored him. You cared about him. So much. Yet everything between the two of you felt so… friendly. Kai hadn’t even initiated anything with you yet, and you’d been together long enough, right? More than a month was enough, surely.
You sighed and ran a hand over your face as you stared at your notifications. Jay’s messages to you were displayed on the screen, changing from worry to disappointment. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply to him. The idea of explaining yourself terrified you. Because not telling the truth was much easier than lying. 
A pair of hands sneaked around your waist. You let out a scream as strong arms lifted you up on your feet, and as you were turned around, Kai put a hand over your mouth to silence you, wide-eyed. 
“Please, don’t scream. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said helplessly, taking his hand away once you were calm and not convinced you were being kidnapped. 
“Kai,” you breathed out, burying your head in his chest while trying to slow down your beating heart. He scared the fuck out of you. 
He wrapped his arms around you again, rubbing circles on your back. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that. Are you mad at me?”
“No, of course, not.” You shook your head, reciprocating his embrace. “But don’t do that again.”
“I won’t.” He kissed the top of your head. “You’re not having fun, are you?” he asked, and another question was on top of his tongue, but he swallowed it because the last thing he wanted to do was bring up Jay. Though as far as Kai was aware, you always seemed to enjoy parties whenever he was around. 
“I just have a lot on my mind,” you said. “I don’t know—”
“If you want, Taehyun isn’t at the dorm right now,” Kai proposed randomly, and you looked up at him in surprise. “We could go there?”
“You want to go to your dorms? Just the two of us?”
“Unless you don’t want to? I mean, I just thought… since we’re officially boyfriend and girlfriend now…” Kai scratches the back of his head nervously before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 
You smile. “No, actually, I’d love to,” you replied.
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permanent tag list: @moonpri @addictedtohobi
nothing i don’t have tag list: @samsayssam @sillydallyz @semisemirin1i82 @mora134340 @bananna-12 @lonelylandofan @fakeuwus @tkooooop @en-chantedtomeetyou
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your-unfriendlyghost · 1 day ago
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sometimes when I think about sandy (and I try not to… she breaks my heart soooo bad) I flip flop between believing that she DID cheat, she just did have sex with the guy and the baby was soda’s but she still “chose” to break it off with him and believing in the canon situation that the baby wasn’t his………….. but idk !! either way ouch owie soda’s poor litte heart…. sandypop I will avenge you, I Will find a way to give you closure 🫵
Yeah…no matter how ya slice it it’s a tragic situation.
I sometimes (only sometimes) h/c that the baby’s Soda’s and Sandy just raises it in Florida without ever telling him. She still cheated on him, so she didn’t feel like she deserved to let him marry her. Besides, she knew he was dealing with a lot as it was, and convinced herself he was better off without her and the kid in the equation. Maybe he was, but he’d still have chosen her anyway.
If he did marry her, I dunno if they’d have worked out…well, really I don’t think they would’ve.
See, I do this thing sometimes where I think I’ve fallen in love with a girl when really I’m just bored and sorta numb and desperate for affection. And while I don’t always think that’s what Soda was doing with Sandy, it is a lens I occasionally like to explore. The idea that after dropping out of school and losing his folks Soda could have fallen in love with anyone just because it’s a release. I mean, it gives you an adrenaline rush, a dopamine hit, all the good brain chemicals. To an adrenaline junkie like Soda, that looks a lot like love. The problem is that it doesn’t last. After a while, it slows down, begins to be monotonous and dull. There’s a universe I think about sometimes where Sandy and Soda stayed together, but Soda fell out of love and was trapped in a marriage and life he didn’t want…
Meanwhile, sometimes I play with storylines in my head where Soda does marry her, and then dies in Vietnam, leaving Darry, Pony, and Steve to step in and help raise his kid. It’s awful but yk. I like angst sometimes. I dunno, Sandypop is doomed in pretty much all timelines to me. I don’t hate Sandy like ik some people do- I think she’s a complicated character, no matter what version of the story you imagine. I mean, after all, we don’t ever see her side of it. For all we know, Soda was a horrible boyfriend- we only ever see him through Pony’s eye. On the other hand, Soda could be as good as I like to see him, and Sandy could just be not that into him- sometimes people just ain’t that compatible. Or maybe she is! Maybe she loves him just as much and she lied to spare his heart! …Maybe she cheated not for…valid reasons, but complicated ones… We’ll never know, and inventing our own takes on the events is so fun for me. tl;dr- Sandypop, you sure are tragic
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awrkive · 1 day ago
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OOOOH this event sounds so fun, could I have angst #21 (the bl*od one) with JK please? Low-key I’m thinking of like a royal vibe where like they’re both royals but enemies but it’s up to you Dee whatever you write I will gladly eat up 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
callofthegreen asked: Angst+21+ Jungkook (I'm a sucker for angst, and you always make it hurt so good, love you 💗)
21. "Is that... blood? Please tell me it isn't blood."
note: you said royals and i immediately thought... fantasy 🤓🤓 man idk the setting is very much inspired by mlbb universe 😭 this is kinda erm but hope you both enjoy i tried my best! 😭
wc: 1.8k (boo i know sorry)
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You try to conceal the uncomfortable gnawing at your thigh – but the trek to the steep of the mountain was getting too much to bear, and every passing second is starting to feel like suicide. 
Subtly looking to the side, you observe Jungkook stands just fine. He has cuts all over his face from the attack of the common creeps back at the jungle, but he generally looks okay overall. Meanwhile, you still haven’t told him a horned lizard got you good and sliced quite deeply at your thigh when you made the mistake of kicking at the wrong time. 
It hurts like hell. Jungkook has been offering to stop by at few spots whenever he hears you inhale a sharp breath, probably assuming your discomfort about the length of the walk, but you couldn’t have it in you for him to think that you aren’t built for this. 
He’s spent the entirety of your childhood mocking you for your poor archery skills, laughing with his older cousins about how you couldn’t even pick up a sword the right way. He bitched and moaned about his status to be prince – completely wanting to be a warrior instead, and as a result insulted you for acquiescing to your royal responsibility of being princess. 
You hate him for many things. Hate him for how he affected you all those years, hate him for making you cry on the night of your 13th birthday, hate him for the fact that your father liked him more than you, and hate how he goes through life like it’s his stage and he’s the main character who never dies. 
Right now, Jungkook isn’t like the scrawny kid who used to pick on you for a hobby, second to perfecting his sports – he’s now a twenty-seven-year-old responsible king who had strategically led the movement of winning the impending war. 
But that doesn’t magically erase all the animosity you have towards him. 
You hate that you’re betrothed to him, hate that you knew that even before your father and your mother broke the news to you at the ripe age of 18. Hate that both your kingdoms are to form an alliance to battle the current rise of rebellion from the west. But after you lost your parents from the war that transpired two years ago, it had to be done. 
Jungkook may not be the same old guy who made half your life miserable – but you know that underneath his composure and the respectable manner in which he presents himself with now is nothing but a mere facade. 
Frankly, you do not trust him. You do not trust his plans. You do not support the war and everything that he and his council stands for. 
You don't want to be by his side when you're proven right.
And the last thing you'd want to be in front of Jungkook is weak. 
But a goddamn rock had made you trip on your own way, and you couldn’t help the shriek that escapes your mouth when you drop on the ground. 
“Fuck–” you pull your wounded thigh up, automatically wrapping your hand around the area and squeezing to manage the throbbing pain. “Shit.” You hiss when you see red your trousers, panicking internally. 
“What the hell– is that blood?” Jungkook drops his bladric on the ground and immediately goes to you, eyes widening at the sight of your thigh. “Please tell me it isn’t blood.” 
“Don’t touch me!” You say when Jungkook hovers over your thigh. He recoils, and you know he didn't expect that much hostility – given that you’ve been quiet for the entirety of the trek, and even though you haven’t exactly been welcoming to him for the past month of the expedition you both coincidentally sneaked yourselves into, you’ve been civil. 
Jungkook pulls back, one knee bent on the layer of dirt on the ground, hands surrendering up as if to reassure you he wasn’t going to do something you wouldn’t like. 
You swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m fine.” 
“You’re not.” Jungkook retorts, eyes trailing to the growing spot of blood on the fabric of your trousers. It’s getting more painful by the second –  and you want nothing but to scream about how it fucking stings. “Jesus christ, __, just let me help. That’s a damn big wound you’ve got there.” 
“I’m fine–” you insist, but it’s broken by a sharp intake of breath as another twinge comes up. you wince. “I just need– I just need some fabric. Tie it around the wound.” You manage to say, distressed. Both physically and emotionally. 
“We need to– I need to clean you up,” Jungkook says and maybe it’s your eyes playing jedi games on you but for once, he actually looks genuine to you. As if he actually cares. 
You scoff. “I can do that myself.” 
You don’t expect the way Jungkook snaps. 
“For once, can you stop being stubborn? You can barely breathe properly, __. You can say and think what you want and hate me again after this but just let me take care of you this one time. I’m going to clean your wound and make sure you’re not gonna bleed yourself to death by the time we arrive at the port.” Jungkook looks into your eyes and they feel almost… earnest. Like he wants you to really listen to him. He closes and opens his mouth as if wanting to say something. You wait for it, then for a few seconds it doesn’t come, until... “I’m not out to get you, __.” 
I’m not out to get you. It’s a simple sentence with a simple message. One that you should understand right away. 
But you don't.
You avoid his eyes when you only say, “I don’t trust you.” 
What you don’t expect is his quick answer.
“I know.” 
He crosses the distance between you once again, and you watch as he hesitantly hovers his hand over your thigh again. He looks for your face, silent – but his eyes scream for permission. You don’t give it verbally; too tired to speak, too consumed by the pain in your leg to voice out any more complaints lodged in your throat. 
When Jungkook initially places his hand on your leg, you don’t flinch. And it’s a surprise. Surprise because you expected his touch to burn you like how Icarus did when he flew too close to the sun, but instead it felt like winter night. Cold, but strangely warm. 
When you don’t say anything, he halts.
“Can I?” He asks. Leveled. Waiting. Always waiting. Almost gentle…
You purse your lips when you nod your head. 
Jungkook brings forward his satchel where he takes out a small knife, and there’s nothing but the gentle breeze of the wind and songs of the birds surrounding you at this part of the mountain when Jungkook begins cutting throught the fabric of your pants, effectively revealing the – admittedly – ghastly cut on your bare thigh. 
“Jesus,” Jungkook looks at you, eyebrows creased. “When did you get this? It can’t be from the fall.” 
“I–” you clear your throat and look away, ashamed to be admitting this now. “The horned lizard got me back at jungle.”
Jungkook looks like he wanted to say something but for god knows what, he keeps it to himself.
You watch quietly as he takes out a flask, twisting open the cap and looks at you before pouring over the water on the wound. 
When you hiss in pain, Jungkook immediately stops. 
“Are–” 
“I’m fine– it’s okay,” you assure him, biting your lip, glancing down at your wound. It would be hard to walk further carrying this with you. 
“I’m sorry.” Jungkook says. You assume it’s for his previous action, but you don’t exactly know how that guaranteed an apology.
You ignore it and he continues tending to the wound, relieved that he’s got some clean scraps of fabric in his bag – a quick aid kit, perhaps – to tap your wound with, and when he asks you to leverage his shoulder for a little bit so he can lift your thigh up a little in order to wrap the fabric around your thigh, your breath hitch at the proximity. 
Even though you and Jungkook are bethroted, you never really shared any moments where you’re required to be as close like this. The banquets are public appearances that only needed you and him to sit beside each other and smile and laugh at the visitors so they think you’re a good pair, but once the doors are closed, one becomes a stranger to another. 
But this… this feels different. It’s… intimate, in a way. 
When you said that his touch didn’t burn, it felt a little more different when you feel his skin touch yours. There’s a little spark to it – fleeting, quick. And you swear he lingers for longer than necessary when he finishes tending to the wound. 
It makes you confused.
“I wish you told me sooner.” Is what Jungkook says when he lets go. 
You pull your hand away from his shoulder. “I didn’t want us to lag behind.” 
“I wouldn’t have mind.” Jungkook says. It’s spoken with so much sincerity that it suddenly triggers a lot of underlying pain – and not just because there’s a big wound on your thigh that’s feeling a little better now – but because Jungkook is acting so different with you. “I’ll try to hunt us something to eat. We’ll stay here for a while so you can rest. Your wound’s pretty fucking big and I’m sure it’s gonne be swollen in a few minutes. Let’s just dry it out for awhile so I can apply the gel all over it, and then we can–” 
“Jungkook,” you cut him off. “Can you stop?” 
He looks at you, rightfully confused. 
You feel mad. Mad at the horned lizard for cutting you. Mad at yourself for letting yourself get cut. Mad at Jungkoook. Mad that he’s being nice. Mad at the situation. Mad at the war. And mad that all of this doesn’t make sense to you. 
“Stop trying to act like you care," You purse your lips and stare into his eyes when you add, “I don’t trust you. Right now I’m putting my guards down and maybe you feel nice enough to not obliterate it but this doesn’t mean you suddenly get to act like you’ve always cared about me. You never did, and I doubt you ever will.” 
Jungkook looks at you. His dark brown orbs have always held something in them – the stars, looks like it, but the stars were beautiful and you didn’t like associating him with beautiful things. 
“You don’t know everything.” Jungkook says, looking away just as he says that. You thought there was more… or maybe you thought there was more so you could retaliate with something – just something – but no words come after it. 
You find yourselves staring blankly ahead at the landscape of nothing but the vast blue skies. 
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It’s more than obvious that he is not as close to cama, tchou, vini and rodrigo as he was before. You can tell by the fact that they don’t spend as much time together off the field. And before y’all say “oh but we don’t know what they do in their off time, we’re not there” these guys always take photos when they hang out and post in their dumps. The same way we know Camavinga and vini are very close, they’re always together and there’s always a video/pic. but somehow when Jude is with them no pics are take? Because they don’t hang out like that.
Also you can see in training. There’s so much footage from last season of Jude having pure fun with them and now we mostly see that with endrick/brahim/valverde. Like yeah you’ll see him share a laugh with the others but it’s not the same brotherhood they had.
Also I have this little suspicion, which I’m fully aware I might be reading too much into it but But couple months ago endrick and tchou got into it in training (small disagreement but tchou looked very upset)and it was caught on camera. You could see mbappe and Jude were trying to calm things down and Jude telling tchou to drop it (I’m paraphrasing here). Idk something tells me Jude didn’t like the way tchou acted towards endrick and he kind distanced himself a bit and became even more protective and more of a big brother towards endrick since then. I could be reading into it. I’m also not saying he stoped being friends with him cause they interact on ig. But I felt the difference.
Yes I have similar thoughts and observations anon. ❤️
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sporeclan · 2 days ago
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Sorry this may be a bit of a ramble I talk a lot-
I’ve been wanting to try making a clangen comic for a while, since I’ve seen so many cool ones and I’ve tried out the game (admittedly just the web version) and had a lot of fun. I haven’t done so yet because I haven’t been into warrior cats in a while and it felt poser-ish, and ALSO I’m still getting back into the groove of drawing cats, but this blog is SO COOL and it’s making all the inspiration come back and AUGH!
So I may make a comic eventually, and if I do, thank you for the inspiration!!! That may mean restarting my clangen save, but I do reaaally like a few of the cats so idk…
I really really like your characters and art, it’s all very cool and I have so much admiration for people who can make a full story out of something so unpredictable. I stumbled across this blog at a pretty late moon and then read from the beginning, and when I realized mushroompaw wasn’t in the later moons I was really sad bc I knew she had to die… my favourite kbity…
But yeah just wanted to say your stuff is very cool! Sorry for dumping 3 paragraphs in your inbox 😭
AWHHH this is one of the sweetest asks I've ever received, thank you so much :'D I'm so honoured to have inspired you! I look forward to what you come up with if you do end up making something!!! <3
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It is just straight up them sneaking off to places they shouldn't just to search for Cinnamonpaw :'] They felt so bad about their own percieved failure to protect him that they were still actively searching for him for a good year after he was lost </3
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Nope, they don't know anything about what Mousegrove did, and even if they had an inkling, I don't think they'd even want to entertain the thought. The only cat currently in the clan who knows for certain is Puddle, and maybe Crowstar has a twinge of doubt about it too.
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LMAOOOO honestly so so so valid and fair
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kentuckyfriedmegumi · 1 month ago
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oh yuh i made a strawpage
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ricky-mortis · 7 months ago
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Hatchetfield @femslashfortnight Day 6: Protect
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litrallytyrus · 8 months ago
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january - may bullet journal spreads 😸🙏
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myokk · 2 months ago
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✨MASTERLIST✨
(fanart, longfics, oneshots)
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Welcome to my blog!!! Here is my masterlist of ALL of my little sketches, artwork, writing, and general brainrot related to Hogwarts Legacy💘
🌿 - Madeleine / Maddy / myokk
🌱 - AO3
🌿 - likes and follows come from my main blog, @oerflink, because this is a sideblog (🥲)
🌱 - Eloise Babbit, my MC and basically the whole reason for this blog🫶 I don’t necessarily view her as the game’s MC, as my fic is quite canon-divergent and she is sweeter than the evil gremlin I played in-game😆💓 [link to her character sheet]
🌿 - my art tag🫶🫶🫶 here you can see basically every drawing I've done since joining the fandom!
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Writing:
Before It Felt Like A Sin (AO3 / tumblr - ongoing)
Sebastian Sallow x F!MC, canon divergent, longfic, wip, dual pov Eloise/Sebastian
Summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.
And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.
She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.
Tags: slow burn, angst, magical theory, mythology references, pureblood culture, occlumency, legilimency, hurt/comfort, family dynamics, eventual romance, eventual smut, sacrificial magic, blood magic, dark magic rituals, implied/referenced child abuse
[coming soon] - an excerpt from the Ominis longfic I’m working on💘
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Oneshots:
clumsy (AO3 / tumblr)
pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC
word count: 9,1k
rating: E
summary: sebastian is clumsy.
or: two stubborn brats make things more difficult than they have to be.
cw: fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, two really stubborn idiots in love to be exact, sir cadogan guest appearance, anne and imelda are the gremlin best friends every girl needs, smut (18+ ONLY), oral (f. recieving), no y/n
legilimency (AO3 / tumblr)
pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!MC
word count: 1,7k
rating: m (language)
summary: (His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)
or: The Gryffindor student has caught on that Ominis can read her thoughts and decides to get her revenge.
tags: ominis is a natural legilimens, he is entirely too introspective, fluff, no y/n
remembering the snow (AO3 / tumblr)
pairing: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting
word count: 3,3k
rating: G
summary: Imelda remembers the first time she saw snow.
Her parents always started the story telling her that she cried and cried and cried.
or: a character study on Imelda and how she grew up because I love her & she doesn't get enough appreciation :)
tags: character study, fluff, romance, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, I just wanted to write a sweet story & explore Imelda as a character
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Illustrated scenes:
(aka where I illustrate little scenes from my longfic and oneshots💓)
🌿 - the summer before Sebastian and Anne’s first year at Hogwarts🥺💓
🌱 - Sebastian hates Eloise’s guts😳
🌿 - Eloise is really, really bad at chess😔 (this scene always makes me laugh SO MUCH)
🌱 - right after the pensieve scene🫶🫶🫶
🌿 - Eloise and Sebastian’s first kiss😇😇😇
🌱 - some angst after their first kiss😇😇😇
🌿 - sebastian overthinks things a lot😔
🌱 - an excerpt from my oneshot, clumsy💘
🌿 - another scene from my clumsy 🫶 I really love writing Sebastian’s pov & this was just so much fun to paint and write😫💓
🌱 - Eloise and her mother😔
🌿 - Eloise is NOT flustered by Sebastian😤
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slythereen · 1 year ago
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lestappen playing padel publicly… rbr and christian posting lestappen content… openly supporting their friendship all of a sudden… do you think christian horner sent max on an extraction mission
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pipartuuli · 1 year ago
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love your art! as for requests, is white on white skwisgaar okay? if not, it’s cool and keep rocking on 🤟
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guitarists defeated = 666
(THANK YOU @basu-shokikita for the fun request! I love his tall glass of milk lookin ass!! requests are always open for the fandoms in my pinned btw!)
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puppppppppy · 1 year ago
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its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously
#I have an assignment that was due a week ago and I really really dont want to do it. I have to but i dont want to#im probably making it worse because my brain has built a wall around it so now i can’t do literally anything else until thats done. but#because I don’t want to do it I’m just kinda stuck. turns out this is what they meant when they said emotional regulation is part of#exec dysfunction.. I’ll have a thought like if I get a little bit of it done now i can get it over with. I can just submit something#and then not even 5 minutes later itll be like ugh but I have to draw all the assets out. I have to write things and make spreads ugh#and its just flopping between those two things. i hate it when ppl are like well how much time do you need to work on one thing#because BOY id love to know too. I’d love to know exactly when my brain wants to cooperate with me and work around that but I cant#even my period can’t decide when it wants to punch me in the stomach. which is kinda funny in the grand scheme of things but still#its so weird im just lying on my bed thinking abt all this like damn.. the time will pass anyways no matter what I decide to do.. damn….#if I submit that assignment now and take the L I literally won’t die. it’ll just be a deduction on an assignment nobody will ask me about#I know this but I’m still stressing myself about it so my thoughts aren’t really connecting to my body. weird#maybe its because Im having a hard time looking forward to things. theres definitely a lot I should be living for but I don’t really feel#a strong attachment to it I guess? it’s been like this for a while with holidays and meeting with friends so I just don’t#I kinda figured its because im pretty passionless and its more like passing interest. but it’s not very fun when it feels like I’m going to#be living distraction to distraction for the next 70 years or so lol#idk it kind of feels like slowly bleeding out. which is funny because I actually did experience blood loss this week#had a 30 minute nosebleed and literally could not stand. also it felt like someone was pinching the back of my brain which was interesting#yapping#does this count as vent#vent#Ive just been making an oc carrd and contemplate changing my blog header for the past 3 days honestly
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