#idk why i attached the image

[ninguitar]

YOO both of my marks dropped im abt to strangle myself holy IF I DONT PASS I WONT GO TO AESPA DAVE ME

YOO OMG😭😭😭 aurelia… u need to LOCK IN😭😭💔u NEED to see aespa my goats😅😅😅 #praying4urn

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so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

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Finding Growth in Life's Quiet Moments

Life be life’n sometimes. One minute you feel like you got it all under control, the next you sitting there like, “Bruh, what is even happening?”

I’m learning that growth don’t always look loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s you outgrowing places, people, and even versions of yourself you used to be cool with. It’s not always some big announcement — sometimes it’s just moving different, thinking deeper, or finally choosing peace over proving a point.

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About where I’ve been, where I’m at, and where I’m trying to go. And even though it’s not perfect, I’m grateful. Grateful for lessons that hurt but taught me. Grateful for small wins nobody sees. Grateful for the fact that even on my bad days, I still kept going.

I’m still figuring it out — and honestly, I think we all are. So if you’re reading this and you’re feeling a little lost, a little tired, or just trying to keep it together… just know you’re not alone.

We’re all just trying to make it make sense out here. Stay solid. Stay prayed up. Keep going.

— LO

Source: Finding Growth in Life's Quiet Moments

[wonderxshows]

i honestly have a lot of thoughts abt ad.wd regarding casp.er but its very. personal. so im kind of embarrassed

[ryuseitai]

I fell asleep in th3 car holding my phone snd my chiaki charm left an indent on my hand

[asthedeathoflight]

The mirror test as proof of self awareness is so crazy to me bc like. I don't even think I'D pass the mirror test. Like if I had lived my entire life in the wild and the only time I saw my reflection was in still pools of water maybe sometimes and I suddenly came across a CRYSTAL CLEAR image of myself VERTICALLY FLOATING???????? My first thought would NOT be "oh that chick's got a dot I wonder if I've got a dot"

Fourth dimensional scientists showing humans exact 3D replicas of themselves and sighing sadly when the humans freak out, resigning themselves to the fact that humans cannot recognize themselves and are just mindless automatons.

Like don't get me wrong it is COOL when animals pass the mirror test. But I don't think it's testing self awareness. It's testing "ability to understand mirrors"

[vampjaeyun]

FWB SUNGHOON !

very smutty so (18+), why is this so long (idk when to shut up)

p.s. checking in to let yall know i’m alive #survivalreport i also wrote this in like 15 min so not proofread… enjoy! ( ◠‿◠ )

—

fwb!sunghoon who is in the same friend group as your dear roommate, jungwon

fwb!sunghoon who you meet for the first time, and you’re more aware of his presence than any of the other new faces

fwb!sunghoon who you lock eyes with multiple times throughout the evening with said friend group— yet he doesn’t utter a word to you

fwb!sunghoon who you begin to see more often at the apartment

fwb!sunghoon who you bump into at the doorway of the bathroom with a towel draped around his waist— fresh water droplets decorating a path from his neck down to his v-line. God, you try your hardest not to look further down

fwb!sunghoon who still does not speak directly to you, but the corner of his lips lift. the fucking audacity to smirk at you. the fucking audacity to smirk at you looking like that

fwb!sunghoon who watches you heating leftovers in the kitchen with a baby tee and boy shorts as jungwon walks with him to his room. He notices you’ve gone without a bra, and shakes away the perverted thoughts. But now that he’s witnessed the scene, he can’t seem to discard the image.

fwb!sunghoon who pulls up the discarded blanket up to your shoulders when he sees a movie playing and your sleeping form on the couch

fwb!sunghoon who loves your humor and the millions of questions jungwon refuses to entertain. He wants to entertain you— But doesn’t know how to start.

fwb!sunghoon who drinks a little too much at a party, and holds no fear in his body

fwb!sunghoon who approaches you and flirts with you as if this wasn’t the first conversation exchanged between the two of you

fwb!sunghoon who’s caught off guard when you automatically reciprocate his salacious flirting. although, his worries are disregarded almost instantly in his drunken state

fwb!sunghoon who fucks you inside a bathroom at said party, tasting you, fingering you, and bending you over the sink until both of your bodies give out

fwb!sunghoon who is attached to your hip after that night

fwb!sunghoon whose palm roughly covers your mouth to prevent moans from coming out in the crowded movie theater

fwb!sunghoon who whispers sweet nothings in your ear while his cock roughly pounds into your pussy and you plead, “F-faster! Fuck! Please Hoon.”

fwb!sunghoon who loves that you’re a pillow princess, making sure to wrap his slender fingers around your throat— pushing your head further into the pillow

fwb!sunghoon who fully moans every time his name exits your lips like a mantra

fwb!sunghoon whose pumping three fingers in and out of you underneath the blanket as a scary movie plays, while his friends on opposite sides of the couch remain clueless

fwb!sunghoon who fucks you the way you beg him to, even though he’s too sleepy to function

fwb!sunghoon whose tongue expertly glides between your folds, dipping into your pussy, making sure to suck at all the spots that has your eyes rolling back as his way of saying “good morning”

fwb!sunghoon who continues to do so underneath the comforter, even when jungwon knocks on your door. “Let him in baby. You can be quiet, can you? Don’t you want to cum?”

fwb!sunghoon whose fist instinctively slams against the table as you palm his crotch underneath the table at dinner with Jake and Jay.

fwb!sunghoon who stays up all night to play video games but ultimately mutes his mic because of the way you’re sat innocently underneath the desk, sucking his tip and taking him until he’s in the back of your throat

fwb!sunghoon who loves the way you gasp when his tongue comes into contact with your own

fwb!sunghoon who loves nothing more than sloppily making out with you— especially when you hump against his clothed cock until you’re both unraveling.

fwb!sunghoon who loves when you nuzzle your face against his neck, trailing wet kisses all the way to a specific spot below his ear

fwb!sunghoon whose cock twitches when your teeth graze his thick adam’s apple

fwb!sunghoon who sleeps with an arm draped around your waist and your bare back flush against his chest almost every night

fwb!sunghoon who admires the way you talk with your hands

fwb!sunghoon who loves to show you off even though you’re not dating

fwb!sunghoon who refers to you as “my girl”

fwb!sunghoon who adores your laugh

fwb!sunghoon who dozes off while studying beside you

fwb!sunghoon who visits you at work and drives you home after your shift

fwb!sunghoon who is speechless when you admit your feelings to him

fwb!sunghoon who is frozen at the doorway after tears run down your cheeks and you bolt out his place

fwb!sunghoon who doesn’t eat or sleep for days

fwb!sunghoon who feels sick to his stomach

fwb!sunghoon who still smells you on his sheets and pillows

fwb!sunghoon whose jaw clenches at the sight of you dancing and grinding on a familiar face at a party

fwb!sunghoon whose heart shatters when jungwon mentions your new relationship with yeonjun

fwb!sunghoon who doesn’t know that it’s a lie

fwb!sunghoon who confronts you at two a.m. “Does he make you happy? Does he fuck you as well as I do?”

fwb!sunghoon who wakes up to see the other side of the bed empty

fwb!sunghoon who doesn’t know a good thing until it’s gone.

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AN: srry guys 😅

[hexhomos]

Dropping into the Mel convo to add that I don't see how the stans that erase/ignore the Things She Actually Does And Says and claim she was just helping Jayce out of the goodness of her heart can claim that anyone pointing out that she's a billionaire imperialist who manipulated him for her own gain is racist when THEY'RE the ones claiming she spent all of season 1 helping a nonblack man for. idk. reasons. Why is it "better" for her to be a Black woman who supported a man and asked for nothing in return...?

That reading of her makes everything with her mother make no sense. Is she like, just mad her mom is interfering with her ability to Support and Love Jayce? Lmao.

The reading that the text and the inherent set up of the politics of Piltover/Zaun supports is a complex woman with her own personal motivations, wanting to live up to the image of the family she believes shunned her on her own (nonviolent) terms, using the craft of social engineering (manipulation, etc) within the political and economic sphere rather than through weaponry and warfare. She starts to shift due to growing some actual attachment to Jayce, but it's not a perfect switch flip, and then her mother arriving forces Mel to contend with what she had actually been doing by "preparing" the city for her family.

That's infinitely more interesting than "oh she just helped this guy out of the kindness of her pure heart and because he's hot" and also has canonical basis that can be pointed to In The Text. That's a complicated, multifaceted character. The fanon Mel who just helped Jayce because she's a good person is a flat, tired trope.

And personally, I find people who "love" characters but have completely inaccurate readings of them to be far more annoying than people who "hate" characters but understand them perfectly. Love/hate is just a matter of taste. If someone can spend time honestly analyzing a character, that's more important than ten thousand blandly positive comments or tweeted out fanfictions dressed up as appreciation.

Paragraph #2 on this actually blindsided me like I could kiss you on the cheek (consensually) rn I've never been able to properly articulate WHY the take rankled me so much even when I tried to see it from a completely best-possible-intentions perspective. And this gets it. It's like you're not even flattening her into a girlboss caricature, it's worse, you're actually making her a 2D saccharine pastry servant with no will of her own except furthering some man's narrative as his mommy and denying the one massive, defining character conflict Mel has in the entire show: she is her mother's daughter! She IS a wolf in sheepskin!

When you have all this power, all this privilege and resources at your disposal from day 1, and you choose to look the other way - what happens then? Is this really being kinder than her mother? Is this being merciful, or just prolonging a sort of system-wide torture? It's absolutely relevant to how we see kid-Mel in that flashback from s1 too. Her idea of mercy and salvation from her mother's more violent ends is to enslave someone. She puts it in gentle terms and dresses it up fancily as a beneficial thing to both parties, but that is what she is proposing, in the context of the Noxus' hostile invasion of Ionia; they'd chain that princess and mold her in training until she became an useful asset in their service. Is that kindness? Is that good? I don't think Mel is able to answer to this even in her big age during season 1.

She certainly thinks it could be, when compared to death, but it's also a lie she tells herself while she ignores the rest of the world and the place she holds within it. Mel hates getting her hands dirty, because she's never /had/ to do that to enjoy the brilliant spoils of success; her mother loves her enough to make sure she could avoid the bloodshed. She carries the strategist's fallacy of thinking whole wars and countries can be managed from the privileged seats up top, out of touch with the blood and gristle. From up there, when people die you don't see it. You can mark the numbers off as necessary collateral damage in the path to Exponential Growth.

The core assumption that has always bothered me is defining this as 'kindness' without actually examining what it says about her character and the story. She was created that way for a reason. She was clothed in this way for a reason. The first fact we learn about Mel in the first episode she appears in is that she is the richest person in the entire city, and then there is a 10 year timeskip, and she hasn't truly done anything to address or prop up the undercity at all (they are ONE city too, under her own philosophy; Zaun is only a separate entity in the mouths of the zaunites who want freedom.) In that context, when her goal of statecraft clearly is to continue advancing Piltover as much as it can be advanced and do nothing about the screaming bleeding diseased dying hordes below the bowels of her capital - is that goodness? Is that really better than mother? I think Mel's arc is about finding out really quickly and really horrifically that it isn't, and that she played a big part in making a lot of things worse.

It's not that she failed at her job, it's quite the opposite. She succeeded in her mission so incredibly well her mother could swoop into power in a single day and then put another hundred necks to the blade, no sweat, and Mel has to reckon with what that says about her, and what she thought of herself. The power she has obviously always had and never sought to use as it Should have been used.

The idealistic future-path here is that now in full control of her Mother's armies, she's returning to Noxus to challenge the predatory system it perpetuates on a world scale, but only god knows what we'll see come January. And all of this is infinitely more interesting to me than docile fandomized ship accessory n.9999

[hysteria-things]

KISS THE GIRL

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: because of his biggest fear, chris has some trouble getting the courage to kiss the girl he’s been connecting with for months.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 662

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay i know i said a matt fluff but i finished watching the little mermaid an hour ago and thought about this…

commitment is chris’ worst nightmare. he’d rather step on hot coals than do anything with a girl, especially being a boyfriend for crying out loud. he’s getting ahead of himself here, but these are the exact thoughts pacing through his mind at this very moment. why is he acting like this? it’s all because of you.

the two of you met through a mutual friend and hit it off quickly, gaining a relationship to the point where you guys have been talking for months. old chris would say run for the hills and never turn back, but there’s something about you. it’s like you reeled him in without trying.

currently, you’re walking next to each other — not hand in hand but insanely close — on a path that separates the beach from the sidewalk. chris paid for dinner, although you insisted on splitting the check.

this isn’t the first time you guys are hanging out, but this time around feels different. he so badly wants to kiss you; feel his lips in sync with yours. he’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about it. on the other hand, he’s terrified to do so. what if he’s been getting mixed signals this whole time? what if you only see him as a brother?

“are you alright?” your voice startles him as he shakes his head to get out of his trance. “you seem to be thinking about something.”

“i’m fine.” he smiles. “want to walk on the pier? we can get a good view of the sunset from there.”

you nod as he leads the way, the sun making the ripples of the water an orangey-pink haze. you lean your back against the railing, your elbows propped on the metal beside you.

inhaling sharply, he then exhales. he’s surprisingly much calmer now, the moment beautiful along with the girl of his dreams. maybe he can kiss you after all—

PING.

groaning, chris reaches his hand into his pocket where the noise is coming from.

DA BOYZ

nick

did you smooch yet?

no

matt

what are you waiting for?

idk

nick

chris you can’t hear me but i just sighed really loudly i thought you’d like to know

we’re watching you by the way

you’re what

matt

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hi

bro

nick

KISS HER ALREADY

COME ON

matt

i’ll do it

fuck off matt

nick

i wish i brought my binoculars i can’t really see from here

matt

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

this is going to be me and y/n in like five minutes

stop that

matt

i’m getting out of the car as we speak

go home

nick

not until you 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋🥰

sighing, this was his reminder to turn his ringer off. he placed the phone back in its place and sighs. “sorry about that.” he mumbles, moving closer to you to place his hands where your elbows are, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. you snake your arms around his neck and play with his hair. “are you sure you’re okay? you’re tense.”

“i want to lay here for a bit, that’s all.”

it’s now quiet, except for the waves hitting the shore. you both are comfortable, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. feeling a peck on your shoulder, it travels to your collarbone… and then to your neck… and then… finally!

it’s hard to tell who pulled in who first, being that you pulled him in by the neck while chris pulled you in by the waist. god, your lips feel good. your mouths dance at a rhythm better than he’s ever imagined. unfortunately, it has to come to an end.

he pulls away to catch a breath, your cheeks and the tip of your ears flushed pink like crazy. alas, you’re grinning like a fool before you say a sentence chris wasn’t expecting at all. “you can tell them to stop staring at us now.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @moncherriis @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @raysmayhem-72 @ripmattitude @p1xieswrld @alorsxsturn @multiluvr @delilahprentiss @tworosesblackthorn @gnxosblog @junnniiieee07 @flowerxbunnie @imaslut4kehlani @sturniolosandmoree @hearrtsturns @stars4matt @freshsturns @etershine @tpvmz @sukiipjs @h3arts4harry @sturnioloblogs @creamoncreamoncream2 @ivyyyyyysposts @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @mbsbaby @mattsdollie @thesturniolos @nononopenono1 @bitchydragonparadise @gdsvhtwa @hrt-attack @dwntwn-strnlo @venusbabysblog @meerkatzthings @bernardsbendystraws @hoes4matthew @fratbrochrisgf

[harmonysanreads]

Idk if you saw but Phainon apparently has a hobby in appraising antiques. Just imagine if for his partner he fondly refers to them as his greatest or most priceless treasure. Though on the other hand, it certainly gives "dragon coveting its hoard" kinda vibes. Possibly romantic depending on who you ask, but it speaks volumes of how much he cherishes them.

Yup I've seen his shenanigans regarding this and I must thank you because, I feel like this is a great opportunity to discuss how possessive Phainon can be.

The idea seems contradictory to what Aglaea and Tribbie have told us about him — he's selfless, willingly takes on more burden than he should and pushes himself constantly to meet that image of a ‘perfect vessel’ in order to protect Amphoreus. The term possessiveness should be absolutely unthinkable to be put in the same sentence as his name. Such a noble hero couldn't possibly be... selfish, right?

Phainon himself battles with these doubts, well, it would be more precise to say that he's the one who thinks about it the most out of anyone living in Amphoreus.

The first time he notices the evidences of that particular behavior, it has to be pointed out by someone ; you, one of his comrades or just a random person. Phainon relies on external validation to a degree, his sense of self can be altered through a strong enough comment on his personality.

The process of it developing isn't different from how it would be for anyone ; an attachment to you is secured, outside influences threaten it, he realizes a need to be in your presence more, becomes annoyed when your attention is stolen until it reaches to a point where he's actively trying to maintain it on himself alone. But the thing is, he's so swept up in all the emotions of being in love that he doesn't stop to process them all for quite some time. That's why an external call out is required.

Perhaps it would've been best if no one pointed it out to begin with, because now he's simmering in guilt and shame in his head. The Chrysos Heir is notably rigid for some time, mulling over his every action and word until he's caught in analysis paralysis. Because even if he'd like to convince himself that he's nonchalant, he cares about how you perceive him, a lot.

At the same time as this inner turmoil almost frying him, there is no notable change in his paranoia — if anything, it gets worse. The more he tries to test distance and respect for your personal time and space, the more his anxiety worsens, suddenly devoid of a medium to soothe it with. Two greeting texts increases to ten, phone calls are no longer enough, he needs to see that you're okay and safe.

At one point, a sinister thought somehow plants itself in his mind. He's lost so much ; his home, his family, his friends, his peace and his identity. But he continues sacrificing more, he continues giving up things for the sake of others, for a future marked by uncertainty. Now that there is someone who makes him happy, who he finds solace in, who he genuinely loves... he's demanded again to ‘tone it down’ when all he wants is to spend time with them? Is that not unfair to him?

And well, he brushes it off quickly — not that it completely goes away. These ideas only really torment him when he's not with you, which is another reason why separation will have a physical effect on him if it is extended to a point. Which direction all these inner conflicts and overthinking will take him towards, depends on him alone.

As for the ‘evidences’ mentioned previously, they're so him that it's honestly difficult to tell whether he's being driven by something less than innocent. He usually tends to whine and sulk to prolong your presence, gives you the doe eyes and kicked puppy look. There is also the matter with texts and calls as mentioned previously. He responds to your texts very quickly and tries to keep conversations going for as long as possible, low-key spirals if you're taking too long to respond and insists on hearing your voice, unless you tell him strongly that you aren't comfortable with it.

Is not afraid of showing physical affection in public, likes holding hands and/or linking arms with you at all times. Uses his height to his advantage as well, as in, serving as your personal shield — whether you want it or not. He doesn't really lash out at people, unless of course, they were rude to you. Given his naturally amicable personality, most people don't try to do something outrageous in front of him either. His jealousy is kind of obvious as well and since he tends to use the ‘kicked puppy method’ frequently, it can be difficult to take it seriously, to be honest. Make sure to not let your guard down though.

As for the matter of him calling you his treasure, I personally like to think that he sees his darling as above him, above everyone actually. Treasure implies towards something that was acquired and typically has a material value. Phainon is out there thanking fate and every holy being everyday for blessing him with someone like you, he struggles to even answer the question of ‘what he likes most about you’ (it's everything). He might say it out of affection in the spur of a moment once, but in his heart, your worth exceeds the notion of treasures.

[rubyvhs]

you could be bad ch1 | dean winchester

SUMMARY. a wrong number has you winded for an entire month NOTES. okay guys, here’s my little baby, so excited for this. covers my ‘mistaken identity’ square for @jacklesversebingo TAGS. 1.5k words, angst, death. Series masterlist

june 

unkown: hey, i’m waiting outside.

you: great let me just get dressed

and ask what the fuck you’re doing outside my apartment

unknown: jo?

you: nop.

unknown: shit i got the wrong number.

sorry, total accident.

i am definitely not outside your apartment.

you: i would sure hope so.

and i also hope you find your jo friend’s number since you seem to be really great at keeping track of them!!

unknown: haha, very funny.

i guess this is an old burner phone or something, i don’t know how i messed that up.

you: okay well

keep me posted on your date anyway.

unknown: how’d you know it was a date? 

and why would you wanna talk to me again? this is breaking every rule for cybersecurity ever created.

you: i like living on the edge

also you kinda just give off those vibes 

unknown: i give off ‘date’ vibes?

you: yep. go get ‘em, tiger!

unknown: sammy, whrs my car

i swr to god if you don’t get me baby m gonna kill u

you: hi again

i am, in fact, not sammy. nor jo. 

you: did you die?

unknown: i should’ve guessed

sorry again, texting while driving isn’t a good idea

you: yeah it isn’t. you almost gave me a heart attack.

unknown: you don’t even know me.

you: i still don’t want you dead

unknown: how would you know? what if i was a really bad person?

you: … are you?

unknown: idk. i guess it depends on what you consider bad.

you: murder. i consider murder bad. 

unknown: then nah, haven’t reached that level.

you: then you’re an okay person, everything else can be looked past. 

so as i was saying, don’t fucking die.

also, how was your date?

unknown: so great that i was texting my brother on the way home hours early

you: sammy’s your brother?

unknown: sam but yes.

you: what happened?

unknown: there was an emergency with her mum so i drove her back to the bar. her mother wasn’t too happy to find out i’m the guy she was out with.

you: oh, that sucks. does that mean you’re not that good of a person? 

no offense lol

unknown: none taken, kinda true. i don’t think i’m tradition ‘take home to the family’ guy.

you: you’re a guy??

unknown: are you not a woman?

you: yeah, i am. wow, we’re learning so much about each other. next tell me what color shoes you’re wearing.

unknown: you’re funny

you: i can do stand up comedy if i try, obviously i don’t try though.

unknown: ah, of course, why would you.

wait, sammy responded.

you: go get ’baby’! 

cat? mother? sister? best friend? (i hope it isn’t a girlfriend) 

unknown: car.

and i’m on my way there.

dean, by the way.

you: dean?

unknown: my name. 

what’s yours?

you: i think a quick look at truecaller can do the trick. night, dean!

dean: gt door

you: now it’s just ridiculous.

it’s been three days since you last spoke to me and the first thing you ask is for me to get the door. i never took you for the rude type.

dean: sorry, just woke up.

you: ehh, don’t have to be. i’m actually super awake anyway.

why are you asleep? it’s nine.

dean: stayed up late last night.

going back to sleep.

you: night, dean!

dean: night.

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you: be honest.

do you just not check your contact ever? 

go eenie meenie miney mo and press send? i won’t be mad, i just want the truth.

dean: shit shit shit.

i have no idea how this keeps happening.

you: it’s okay, i don’t mind.

dean: you don’t?

you: i’m actually very very bored right now so yes, i don’t mind. work is kicking my ass so thanks for the distraction.

dean: work?

you: yep! i sadly have rent. pa at my old uni.

dean: that’s fun

how old are you?

you: how old are YOU?

dean: yeah you might need to answer first.

you: no way

dean: fine, whatever. 36.

you: hi grandpa.

i’m twenty six.

dean: you’re only ten years younger.

you: and yet i’m wiser.

dean: now that’s just not true.

you: and how would you know? i’m very wise, ask any of my friends.

dean: and how many friends do you have?

you: so many.

like a whole 2.

dean: wow. impressive.

you: okay mr. stranger. how many friends do you have then?

and i’m not talking like people you like to have around i’m talking FRIENDS.

dean: two.

but i’m older, circle of friends thins with age, you’re still young.

you: honestly not that much younger, but yeah, i don’t know. mostly still have my sister though so that’s what’s matters. 

dean: yeah, i get that. 

you: you’re close with your brother?

dean: yes, we work together.

you: really? that’s so cool! my sister’s like four years younger than me so as much as i would kill to work with her, we’re not at the same level.

dean: sam’s four years younger than me too. but there isn’t much of a difference between us. at a certain age it’s all just the same.

you: i totally get what you’re saying.

okay, dean i need to go because said sister is screaming at me, but!! if i ever see you texting me cause of a wrong number situation again i will get so angry, okay?

dean: yes ma’am.

you: whatever, stupid.

dean: hey, saw your number in bobby’s phone today. you’re a hunter?

you: a what?

dean: you don’t have to pretend, i’m a hunter too. i know why you didn’t tell me but i would’ve though you heard of me.

you: okay… why? are you popular? notorious? i’ve never heard of you before you texted me, dean.

and how do you even know bobby?

dean: how do you know him?

you: a friend of a friend. and bobby’s a mechanic, what the hell is he doing with a hunter.

dean: sorry, i think it got it wrong. he used to hunt with my dad and i do it professionally now. but i would’ve thought you heard about my dad, i meant. him and bobby used to be close.

you: who’s your dad?

dean: john winchester.

you: never heard of him. i’ve heard of dean winchester though. 

dean: really?

you: yes. i mean there’s like a thousand deans so i didn’t wanna assume but bobby used to talk about you and sam. he’s always doing something for the two of you. 

dean: we hunt lots of wild animals, we usually need his help.

you: right. because bobby’s the most flexible person on the planet.

dean: research wise. we need him research wise. 

you: okay. what were you doing there? and why’d you just assume i hunt too? i already told you i’m a pa.

dean: i don’t know, i just assumed. me and sammy went to pick up some stuff for another hunt we’re going on next week.

you: in a few days?

dean: yeah, on monday.

you: be careful please.

and have fun, i guess. mostly be careful.

dean: we will. tell bobby i say hi when you see him next time.

you: will do. and i’ll also ask for baby pictures. 

dean: ha ha

you: isn’t it the craziest coincidence that you texted me? what’s that about? what are the odds we end up having a mutual friend?

dean: I know a lot of people, it’s not that crazy to me.

night.

you: night, dean.

you: [1 attachment]

[ image description : a stray cat sitting on your lap, her head snuggled into your shirt, your hand stroking her fur, the new pink nail set obvious on your manicured hand. under the cat is your mini skirt with see through tights. ]

dean: new leggings?

you: you asshole

isn’t she so cute?

dean: someone’s cute alright

you: not funny

you lost pic privileges.

also you’re working? and texting? 

when will you ever learn, dean.

dean: how about never? 

besides, you worry too much, i’m more than okay. 

you: tell sam hi for me and to keep an eye out for you because you’re going to get yourself eaten

dean: eaten?

you: wild animals are no joke.

dean: oh yeah, that’s what i heard too.

thank god i have you to tell sammy to take care of me.

you: take care please.

dean: don’t doubt it.

dean: i think you’re asleep.

that would probably make a lot of sense cause it’s three in the morning

but i guess i needed to talk to you

you: me?

dean: hey why are you awake?

you: cause i have insomnia 

why are you awake?

dean: just got home

do you actually?

you: no, just drank too much redbull trying to finish correcting these stupid papers. tell me what you wanted to talk about.

dean: yeah but i thought you’d be asleep

you: would it be better if i shut my phone off and wait for you to finish before i read it?

dean: no it’s fine

but you’re sweet for offering, angel

you: thank you

or whatever

dean: yeah, so you wanna hear it or not?

you: yes please

dean: remember jo?

you: your girlfriend?

dean: we tried going on one date but her mum didn’t approve and honestly i think she only liked me because of the whole off limits thing. she’s a great girl but our dads had problems so maybe it translated to how she viewed me. i’m not sure, i just know she’s gone now.

you: so you guys were together? ever since you texted me thinking i’m her?

dean: yeah. not together together, but i went out with her. i tried giving her what she wants but her mother is so hell bent on making her hate me and i don’t wanna bridge a gap between them. she’s her mother.

you: right because mums are the most important people in the world.

dean: i loved my mum.

i still think about her everyday.

you: oh dean, i’m so sorry. 

dean: it’s fine. anyway, how was your day?

you: was okay. i’ll go to sleep. good night, dean. 

dean: oh, night.

dean: ha, sam says he saw you at bobby’s

for the love of my impala tell me that it isn’t true. my baby brother could not have seen you before i did.

you: yeah, i met him. he’s really nice. told me about your contractor job. seemed really interesting. also told me about how you talked about me, mentioned that my name came up when you were asking for help with your car. apparently i’m a mechanic now.

dean: fuck, angel.

i’m sorry.

you: no problem at all.

dean: look i can explain everything. i promise.

you: no thanks

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[jistagrams]

best interest p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem! reader

warnings: smut, zestyish jokes (Jake and sunghoon are basically In love idk), cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!), kinda mean? dom sunghoon, pervert sunghoon, slight choking, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

minors dni!!

Friday 6:10 pm

what sunghoon didn't expect was to fall in love with you, living together just made him crazy, seeing you walk around in a big tee with just panties under?? yeah. "She won't even let jay hit" sunghoon ranted to his friend on facetime, "maybe shes a virgin and she's saving it for someone special" Jake replied, placing a kiss on his girlfriends head turning off his mic. "I'm someone special!" Hoon whined throwing his phone on his bed, "I guess not to her" Jake turned his mic back on snickering. "Should I fuck her best friend to get revenge.." he started questioning his own existence, hes never been this crazy over someone. did you cast a love spell on him or something? "her best friend is haechan" Jake set up his phone on the table, showing him as he put his headphones on and turning on his console. "ok nevermind. would rather kiss you than fuck haechan" "you would kiss me?" "hell no." "then why say it you got my hopes up" "..jake shut the fuck up" Jake laughs as the light from his computer reflected on his face. "yk what you should do, try and seduce her" he proposed, "that doesn't sound that bad, how would I even do that" sunghoon replies, finally picking his phone up from the bed to walk into the kitchen. "mmm, since y'all live together try walking around like shirtless or like... loudly jerking off??" Jake bit his nails while thinking, "holy shit your gonna make me get a restraining order" sunghoon laughed out loud, hearing the door unlock he quickly hung up and texted Jake "she's home, gonna take ur advice istg if she calls the cops on me you'll never see ur stupid apex acc again."

Friday 8:56 pm

he was nervous, obviously. he wasn't nervous about how he looked, he knew he looked good. he was just nervous on how your reaction would be, he hyped himself up in his room for a bit. doing some pushups till he walked out of his room shirtless knowing your in the kitchen, "yn" he spoke out to you, making you turn around to look at him. "why are u naked" was the first thing you said to him since you got home. "gonna take a shower, u cooking anything?" "Nah, I'm ordering food I'm just in here eating chips", clearly looking unfazed, "should we order something then?" He replied. Walking into the kitchen, sweats hanging low. Showing a obvious bulge, "I'll just get pizza u go take a shower, you stink like sweat" you looked away from his piercing gaze. He chuckled, "mm, ok let me know when the food comes I'll get it" he says while walking away and into the bathroom, quickly locking it and holding his head in his hands.

sunghoon : She won't even look at me 😭😭💔💔💔💔💔😢

Jake : maybe ur js butt ugly.

sunghoon : this is not helping idiot

Jake : did u walk around shirtless 🌚

sunghoon : YES BRO. even wore my baggy jeans to show extra 🤬😡

Jake : what if she's into girls...omg sunghoon I'm cooking here

sunghoon : only thing ur cooking is that burnt ass hair.

Jake : fuck u times 10 😒

sunghoon : u wanna fuck me 🌚

Jake : my gf just saw that msg without seeing the name I hope yn never ends up liking you.

sunghoon : CHILL BRO

he took a shower while blasting music, thinking on what his next plan was. he got out of the shower, black hair dripping water as he wrapped a towel around his waist. he looked in the mirror as he thought of a idea, he picked up his phone as some random rap song played, he took a picture shirtless. Sending it to Jake to confirm if it was cute or not.

sunghoon : *image attached*

Jake : wrong person

sunghoon : u fucking airhead is it cute or not

Jake : oh LMFAOOO

Jake : it's cute, who's it for

sunghoon : baefy yn

Jake : atp send her a dick pic

sunghoon : should i

Jake : yea if u wanna get blocked

as he turned his music off he heard you yelling for him from the living room. He quickly threw on his boxers and sweats, getting out as he put his phone in his pocket. "what's wrong?" He asked standing Infront of you, once again. Wearing baggy sweats but instead of them damn near falling off they are tied with the string. "do u not have any shirts or something, also the pizzas here" you handed him the money for the tip, he grabs it and walks to the door. "thanks" he smiled at the young woman handing him the pizza who was basically drooling. "can I get your number" she sheepishly asked. You looked at them in disgust, looking at the girl as sunghoon laughed and said no. He closed the door, walking back over to you, flopping on the couch and putting the pizza on the table. "why didn't you give her your number?" You asked, "wasn't interested" he shrugged, picking up a piece of pizza. Watching whatever you put on. "Lame."

Saturday 10:43 pm

he was hard. Extremely horny. to the point where he thought he might cum at barely sliding down his shorts. he thought back to the call he had with Jake yesterday, "jerk off loudly, yeah if I wanna be seen as a perv" he scoffed and slid down his shorts and boxers in one go. thinking if he should get off to a picture of you or just some random video on pornhub, he decided on a random video on pornhub. last thing he wants to be is a pervert (even tho he already jerks off to your pictures anyways..) he whined softly as he held his dick in his hand. fuck it. He loaded in on Instagram and stalked your account as his hand slid up and down his shaft. soft moans escaping his throat while looking through your highlights till he found his favorite picture, one of you and him at the beach. bathing suit top hugging your chest so well, making sunghoon's hand go faster on his already red cock, precum dribbling out his slit. His finger accidentally slipping and liking the year old photo. Shit. Shit shit shit. just as he was freaking out his load started shooting out, landing on his black shirt and blankets. his moan was loud, extremely loud. He only realized till after calming down from his high that 1. He sounded like a porn film and 2. He liked your story. He cleaned himself off with the shirt he was wearing, taking it off and throwing it in his laundry basket. Pulling his boxers and shorts up, grabbing another shirt from his drawer. just as he put his shirt on he heard his door swing open, "why you stalking me" you smirked at sunghoon, sitting on his chair in his room. "wasnt stalking you" he side eyed you as he continued to put on his shirt, looking down to notice a cum stain on his shorts cursing to himself, "I needa change my shorts. U gonna stay or what" he asked, looking at you. you turned around in the spin chair, he quickly took off his shorts and grabbed another pair. Putting them on and laying on his bed, "you can look now" he said, picking up his phone to see who texted him. "sunghoon" you called out to him, scooting closer to the bed until you gave up and laid on the bed next to him, "hm?" He replied. Sending a quick text to Jake and going on TikTok, "you should be quieter when you jerk off. not everyone wants to hear that when they wanna call their friend" you smiled at him teasingly as he looked at you before flicking your head with the same hand he used to jerk off with. You got up from his bed and left, sunghoon closed his door with his foot , sending another text to Jake. "Your dead meat."

Thursday 12:29 am

it's been 4 days since he started trying to seduce you, key word. Trying. everytime he jerked off you would just ignore it, same with him walking around in just sweats. he's at the point where he might as well walk around naked, he let our a frustrated sigh as he stood up from his bed. going to your room to get his charger that he lent you a few hours prior, maybe god was on his side or he was just lucky as hell. He opened the door to see you fucking yourself on a dildo. He feels like he could die from happiness right now, you were quick to slide the dildo out of you and cover yourself up. "Oh. My bad" he said, grabbing his charger from your side table. Your face was red, "sunghoon" you quietly called out. "what? ur not done with the charger?" He asked, looking at you covered by your purple sheets. You shook your head, "you wanna help?" you asked, uncovering your body.

Thursday 9:12am

he really has to stop dreaming of you. He woke up hard as shit, all because of that stupid dream. Like he would walk in on your masturbating? Yeah right. He sat up from his bed and groggily walked into the kitchen, he ignored you as he grabbed a water bottle and chugged it. You were quick to notice the very obvious bulge, swallowing your spit while you looked at his back. imagining how it would look after you scratched it during sex. Or how his hands would feel on your body, how his fingers would feel inside of you. Ok yn. Enough of these lewd thoughts. That's your friend your thinking of, your really hot friend. "u wanna make breakfast?" he said, his hot breath on your neck. you felt goosebumps, how did he get behind you so quick? the hell? "not hungry right now so no" you answered, not daring to turn around. "But I'm hungry" he mumbled resting his head on your shoulder. "Make your own food loser" you quickly spoke, moving quick to your room. he smirked to himself, he finally got to you. He's definitely gonna tell Jake about this.

Thursday 5:01 pm

"yn" you hummed as you focused on your show. "Are you a virgin" he asked, you nearly choke on your spit. "What kind of question is that?" You stare at him in shock. Sunghoon shrugged, not looking away from the tv. "Are you?" He asked again. "No sunghoon. I'm not a virgin. Are you?" You spoke with a small attitude in your voice, "nope" he replied, popping the p. "Are you lesbian?" He asked another question. "no. What the hell are these questions??" You shifted your whole body towards him. "So why don't you look my way." He finally looked at you, once again. Staring with a piercing gaze. "What do you mean by that" you know exactly what he means. "Why don't you show any interest in me" the fuck? You always show interest in him, why do you think you wear just shirts around the house? "I do" doesn't seem like it. "I like you yn." He finally expressed his feelings that were making him go insane. "me too" your voice was barley heard, "you like yourself too?" He smiled and chuckled softly. "No I like you too" you smiled back, feeling shy at the sudden confessions. "You know I love you" he said, scooting closer. Holding your face as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, "I would hope so, why are you saying it so early though" you snickered, "cause I'm about to fuck you like I don't" his smile was so innocent you almost didn't register what he said, he's gonna fuck you like he doesn't? Hell yeah.

Thursday 5:30 pm

your not sure how you ended up in sunghoon's bed, laying on your back as he slurped up your juices. Spewing random shit as he ate you out, "been waiting like...months for this moment" his chin was glistening from eating you out. Sticking two fingers inside to bring you closer to your climax, and you were quick to hit it. Gripping onto his hand that was sliding in and out of you, helping you ride your high out. "that was good huh?" He smiled up at you. giving him a tired nod, he slipped his fingers out of you and sat up. Kissing your lips before sticking his fingers in your mouth to taste yourself, he was different from any other men you've slept with. No man would do this, besides sunghoon apparently. He took his fingers out of your mouth after you sucked them clean, praising you softly as he pulled his boxers down. Slapping his dick on your pussy, "you ready?" You nodded. He entered slowly, groaning out while you pulled him down to hold onto him. Clawing on his back, when he fully bottomed out you realized he was huge. Like 6 inches huge. Sliding back out just to thrust back in, he kept his quite fast pace while you rambled about something he wasn't paying attention to. only thing he was focused on was how good you felt around him, almost too good. "fuck, gonna cum soon if you keep clenching like that" he moaned out, kissing your cheek as he whined and moaned in your ear. "sunghoon" you sighed out, "yeah baby?" he answered. Lifting himself up, keeping his hands on your tits as you rambled about how good he felt. "I know love" he hummed back, sliding out. "doggy style baby" you were quick to get into the position and he was quick to slide right back in, you felt him deeper than you did just a few seconds ago. Arms already weak, making sunghoon hold you up. He was hitting places you didn't even know he could hit, "already fucked out?" He snickered, his hand snaking up to your neck to apply pressure. you immediately felt yourself let go and cum, "i-im cumming" you whined out, holding onto his arm. "I know" He replied, letting you go to fall onto the bed. fucking you harder than he already was, "gonna cum inside n ruin you for every other man" he grunted in your ear,trying to chase his own high. "fuck, taking it so well. who fucks you the best?" He moaned, "y-you" you were extremely sensitive, you felt another climax coming. it came too fast to even warn sunghoon, all he felt was tons of juice on his abs and hips. "Holy shit you just squirted" he spoke in pure shock, still fucking you as he praises you. you were a mess, tears were streaming down your cheeks as sunghoon finally came inside, "m' cumming pretty" he sighed out as he came, rocking his hips slowly. "you did so good for me baby" he slid out and kneeled down, he was quick to latch onto your pussy to clean you up. "w-wait sunghoon" you gasped out, "I'm almost done love" he reassured you, he was right. He had fully cleaned you up and laid down beside you, holding you softly. placing kisses on your face, both of you falling asleep

Friday 10:13 am

yeah. His back does look hot with a bunch of scratch marks. "does your back hurt?" You asked, embarrassed from how many there are. "nah, even if it did I think it would be worth it" he smiled as he poured coffee for you, kissing your forehead and placing a arm around your waist. maybe Jake was right, after all his advice did get sunghoon here.

[beddybites]

Do you have some REALLY old sketches or drawings of kny characters you could show us, like maybe before your artstyle developed? 😋 (Idk I'm just so curious how you ended up with this fluffy adorable style bc I LOVE IT T-T)

oh my god i absolutely do--

lets use muichiro as an example

the first drawing was from 2019, to give you an idea of what my art looked like at the time

i had no idea how i wanted to go about drawing humans. at the time it was drilled to me i should draw more realistically, so my work suffered greatly. this is why the hair is so messy and the face just looks so... walten-filesy, i guess

the second drawing was from early 2023, when i tried drawing muichiro again as a result of catching up on demon slayer!

i was still not drawing humans, so you can tell i was kinda experimenting a bit with the brushes. i color picked from his official design

i stopped drawing him for a few months, as i really hated how it turned out. i ultimately gave up on my art for a bit

then, at the end of the swordsmith village arc, i tried again. i ended up getting really attached to all of the hashira, so i drew them little profiles-- as shown in the third image

this is where you can see im staring to develop my style properly. i came to terms with the fact that i wanted a more cartoony style, and i started to embrace it. i also made my own color palette to better fit my art style

from then on, i was fixated on demon slayer, and with muichiro being my favorite, i drew him constantly. the fourth image was drawn a couple months later, after the baby hashira craze

you can see how much it was changing. the detail in the eyes, the way i drew the hair, his palette, etc. through constantly practicing and drawing him, i developed my style more and more

the fifth image comes from the "hugging muichiro" series, in which i had to draw muichiro nine different times

i began studying art styles i really liked, and particularly analyzed the way muichiro was drawn in the manga. i loved his hair, and tried to replicate it in my style. you can also see i revised the palette a bit more to better compliment my work!

finally, the sixth image-- my more recent style!

his current rendition really just comes from me having drawn him so many times. my style just grew and grew and grew! i modified his color palette even more, making his hair more blue tinted and giving him a cool color palette

that saying "practice makes perfect" really does reign true tbh. the reason my style is the way it is was because i kept practicing and revising my work, and i would adopt things i like from other people, such as gotouge themself

i hope this helps!!!

my art literally started off looking like That. trust . everyone has potential!

[aphroditeinthesea]

I’ll combust if we don’t get a part 2 for that Percy fic 💔💔

“ i don’t like a gold rush ” (the sequel)

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader 🌊 | pt.1

a/n a lot of rambling idk what i was even saying

tw makeout insinuation, travis stoll x reader, hurt/mild comfort, not proofread

𓆝 𓆟 ౨ৎ 𓆝 𓆟

Getting over the youngest son of Poseidon was a task easier said than done. Especially seeing him with the spirit that was Annabeth Chase. The two had been attached at the hip since they were twelve.

Alas, y/n decided to turn her attention to another pretty boy. The elder of the Stoll brothers. You could say she had a type. He was in a strange sense, similar to Percy.

The dark wavy hair, light eyes. He was cute enough.

Unfortunately when your mother is the goddess of love, you don’t really get to be normal about your crushes. Especially when you have your sister breathing down your neck about “Aphrodite’s Rite of Passage.” No matter what Y/N knew that was something she could never complete. She was a hopeless romantic not a maneater like many believed Aphrodite’s children to be.

When she gathered herself and decided it was time to talk to the son of Hermes, she found herself strolling to cabin 3. She knocked on the door. She heard swearing and things falling before the door opened.

“Hey, y/n,” he sighed. The boy’s hair was messed and he was without a shirt.

“Is this a bad time?”

“Kinda.”

She peered over his shoulder seeing the blonde on his bed, awkwardly playing with the hem of the oversized shirt she was wearing, “I get it.”

“Sorry,” he breathed, “did you need something?”

“I was just gonna ask you something,” she shrugged, “talk to you later though.”

“Bye,” he sheepishly spoke as he closed the door.

She embarrassedly made her way back to her cabin. All while ignoring the pit in her stomach as she told herself she didn't care. She didn't care. She had bigger fish to fry.

Bad analogy.

As slow hours passed she laid in her bed staring at the ceiling. Sure, she had things to do. Training, cleaning, chores. But for now, the ceiling was where her mind wanted to stay. The ceiling was the blank canvas she had spent so much of her painting with visions of Percy Jackson. She imagined if they’d dated what they would do together. The romantic dates, the sneaking into his cabin the way Annabeth does. Her head ached when she tried to picture the new acrylic, when she was so used to watercolor.

She imagined kissing the boy. Test one. She wasn't cringing the way she would have expected to, but as the image of muscular arms that belonged to the wrong came into her mind, she sat up. She finally stretched her legs, trying to clear her mind of all things Poseidon. When she heard the cabin door creak open, she failed her challenge as the boy walked in.

“Y/N,” he grinned as he caught her eyes.

“Hi, hey, hi,” she smiled in return, “what’s up?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” he retorted, tilting his head, which reminded her of a puppy in a way. Which trailed her thoughts into picturing him as a husky with bright blue-green eyes. And then she realized that was kinda a weird thought?

She looked down, picking at her cuticles, “sorry, yeah, right, uhm,” she looked back up at him. She tried to focus as she looked into his eyes that were framed by his thick eyelashes that made him almost look like he was wearing mascara. “Remember how I helped you with Annabeth?”

“Yeah,” he lovesickenly smiled as his brain thought of the girl. If Y/N weren't a daughter of love itself, she would be hurling.

She shook her head, “anyway, I was kinda hoping you could repay the favor?”

He raised an eyebrow as he sat on one of her sister’s beds, being the only two people in the cabin. “Me? why?”

“You owe me,” she said, “remember?”

He leaned back, “yeah,” he recollected the memory, not expecting it to be held up, “just, what do I know about love?”

“I see you with,” she took a deep breath, “her. You're a romantic, whether you know it or not.” She sat across from him on another bed, “plus, you know boys.”

“I know boys?”

“You are one, aren't you?”

He laughed, “I think so.” He shifted closer to her, he lowered his voice, “what boy are we talking about?”

“Travis Stoll.”

He cringed, “Travis? Really?”

“What?” she softly mentioned, “he’s cute.”

Before he could speak, the door opened, the pair turned to look at it. A girl with an orange shirt and pink shorts stood with her arms crossed, “what is the fish boy doing on my bed?”

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

“He’s not the smartest guy, y/n,” Percy said as he stood beside y/n, borderline stalking Travis alongside his brother from afar. The sons of Hermes built something possibly illegal in 48 states as they sat together.

She looked at him for a second, “and you are?”

“I’m no Stoll,” he smiled, turning to the girl, “you're gonna have to be straight forward. He wont pick up on any hints.”

She held up her hand, sticking up her thumb and pinky to imitate a phone, “hey, kettle, you're black.”

“Huh?”

She smirked, “you just proved my point, thank you very much.”

He rolled his eyes, “you wanted someone who knows guys, who got one.”

She nudged his shoulder, “thanks, Perce.”

“I owe you.”

“You do.”

Silence fell over the two until a loud “hey!” was called from the direction of the brothers.

“We’ve blown our cover,” she muttered before grabbing Percy’s arm tightly. They ran away with laughter overhead as the other two chased after them. They both came to a stop, clutching their stomachs to catch their breaths.

“What were you guys doing?” Travis stood tall.

She bit her lip, “sorry, we were just,” she looked at Percy for a quick glance, “we weren't doing anything.”

“Yeah, we were just on a walk, you guys are the suspicious ones,” Percy added.

The daughter of Aphrodite moved some hair that had gotten stuck on her lip gloss, “Travis, actually, I kinda wanted to talk to you.”

He raised an eyebrow, “why?”

“Come on,” she grinned, beckoning him to follow her to a secluded area. When they stopped, she finally just took a deep breath and spilled her guts to the boy. As she realized just how easy it was, she wondered why she couldn't have just done all this before? It sure would have saved her the pain she had put herself through, time and time again.

“You like me?” He repeated back to her.

She looked a away, “thats pretty much the gist of things, yep.”

“Oh,” he responded.

“I needed to tell you, that’s all.”

“Hey, wait, I,” he sighed, “I like you, too.”

She smiled, “really?”

“Totally.”

So, that night, as she sat by the campfire hand in hand with Travis Stoll, she watched Percy and Annabeth connected at the hip nearby. She looked back at the boy next to her, letting a smile come across her face. But she wondered why she still felt that stabbing pain in her heart.

[mochinomnoms]

"I want all of you. Every piece of you" + Sunlight with azul please! Fluff/nsfw

🦩

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] — nsfw-ish, fluff, lots of reference to the myth of icarus [wc} - 910 prompt 15: “I want all of you. Every piece of you.” song: Sunlight (Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!”) note - idk why but i had a hard time with this one, so it's more romantic that nsfw. it's more alluded to it than explicit francesca (1k event)

“I had been lost to you, sunlight / And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight / Oh, your love is sunlight”

Growing up in the deep sea, the only light was provided by bioluminescent algae shaped into lanterns. Not from sunlight. Growing up in the deep sea, the only warmth Azul experienced was from the embrace of his mother. Not from sunlight. 

So the early day sun peaking through the roof opening of the grotto over his eyes was still foreign, despite his time living on the surface. The warmth of the light was pleasant, however, it was currently blocked by something, or someone. 

“Azul, love?” you spoke softly as he sunk deeper into the water until only his eyes were visible. He felt a warmth in his cheeks as you admired him. 

“Come on, let me see you. My pretty, pretty boy.” 

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this, but you’d only seen his merform once during his overblot. Azul wasn’t fond of the idea of letting you see him in his natural form, though. He spent so much time specially curating his image as a human, someone sleek, neat, and confident. Not this…squishy, wriggly, clumsy form he was born with. 

He was a creature suited for nothing but the dark, cold spaces of the deep sea, only seen by the bioluminescent patterning on his skin. 

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to go back to the docks?”

He flinched as he heard a splash, hiding behind a rock as he felt you move through the water. Azul rested his forehead against the cool surface of the stone, sighing and closing his eyes. 

“Please, Angelfish, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to scare you…”

The sound of water alerted him to your movement again, though he couldn’t make out where you were without 

“I want you.” A soft hand threaded through Azul’s hair, making him open his eyes and look up at your form. You were sitting on the rock he rested against, leaning down as your hair fell over your shoulders the closer you came. The sunlight peering through the cave roof shone over you like a halo, you looked like a painting an artist made of an angel. 

“All of you. Please? My love?”

Despite his mind screaming at him to back up, to not let you touch his slimy, squishy skin, his tentacles had a mind of their own. 

One of his arms curled around your hand, another around your waist, two more around your hips, drawn to you. Drawn to your affections that you so freely give to a greedy man like he. Azul sighed again. 

“You’ve taken the water-breathing potion, yes?”

“Mm-hm, just a bit ago.”

“… Good.”

You gasped as Azul dragged you into the water as he sunk backwards. The water under the grotto was dark, almost black, except for the rays of sunlight turning the water into an ethereal green. Once again, Azul found himself beguiled by your visage, hair and clothes floating around you…his arms tightening his grip at the sight. 

They truly had a mind of their own, drawing their energy from Azul’s true thoughts and urges. And how could he resist when you so freely offered yourself, love and body, to him.

Azul tangled himself in your embrace, claiming your mouth with his, drawing your tongue into his mouth to suck and explore. He reveled in the whimper that left you, tightening his hold as his tentacles slithered under your clothes, groping and suckers leaving behind marks. 

“Mmmh, Azul…” You gasped, exposing your neck for him to suckle marks, trailing down your body. Several of Azul’s arms gently pushed your clothes and undergarments off to have easier access to you. His suckers attached themselves to your sensitive area, shivering in its taste. 

“I almost forgot the benefits of being in this body… I can feel and taste your entire being with more than just my tongue. Your pulse drums beneath my grip, the salt on your skin floods my senses, and the sweetness down here.”

One tentacle with a spade-shape was brushing over your hole, pressing in slowly as you clenched onto Azul’s shoulders at the sudden stretch. 

“S-slower, Azul please, it’s too much—AAAH~”

Pressing his tentacle dick into your heat, Azul nuzzled his nose against your own as he fell deeper into desire. He shuddered at the surrounding tightness, getting drunk at the pleasure of your being, at the kisses you fluttered against his face, at the thought of permanently mark you as his with more than just his seed. 

Like Icarus reaching for his love Apollo, Azul would gladly risk flying too close to the sun, and feel the intense burn of its fiery gaze. Unlike Icarus, the way you looked at him like he was the celestial body itself made him certain that you’d never burn him and cast him back to the dark sea. 

Perhaps it was the intoxication from the sybaritism in his veins, bringing him and closer to an orgasm, that would let you two see the god. But he had no need when you were before him, his warmth. The Apollo to your Icarus, the root to his pleasure.

The cry you let out as he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, throwing your head back as the sun shone on you like a heavenly being, reaffirmed you as his own sunlight.

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[wanderers-vault]

Ooooh my god the new welcome home update was sooo good I love this project.

I have a couple of theories about it that I want to share, mainly surrounding Julie’s and Franks relationship and what that last image may mean for them.

I’m also gonna mention the buggle cause I have thoughts about the little guy.

Ok I’m gonna assume that y’all have seen everything in the new update so I’m only gonna really explain details that I think are important to my point. Also these are my thoughts and interpretations and could be tweaked in the future.

Okkay so first, Julie, Frank, and even Eddies deal. Gonna start with Eddie to get him out of the way.

I am very much a Frank x Eddie are endgame truther but what I’m stumped on is if they even see each other that way rn. There’s too much that’s unexplained right now, but with the lavender flowers around him and him expressing interests for a relationship, I think seeds are being sown for Eddie to potentially develop feelings for Frank assuming they aren’t already together.

So for Julie and Frank, it’s really cool that we get to see how deep their bond is at least on Julie’s side of things. Unfortunately so much so that the idea of him looking down on her sends her into a spiral and makes her desperate.

I think she may also have some feelings for Frank because of referring to the play they did together as “romantic” when she’s alone with the flower. Considering that this flower has been the only thing to “witness” this side of her, I can only interpret this as genuine. The play also seems to give her a a sense of wish fulfillment as she wishes her issues were so easily solvable and that she was glad Frank could take the lead once she goes to sleep.

It makes me sad how much pressure she puts on herself and how that overwhelms her.

She did seem to avoid the actual kiss in the play, so maybe by now she knows that Frank doesn’t reciprocate or feel comfortable with it? Idk, but it doesn’t completely rule out how she feels about him romantic or not. (Side note: it’s funny how high of a pedestal she puts him on when mentioning his performance in the play when he goes deadpan when she’s asleep and starts snarking about it)

But regardless of her romantic inclination, from what we hear about their relationship it makes sense she’s so attached to him! It’s sweet to see how much of a rock he’s been to her, making her feel safe and welcome. I was always a big fan of the two of them and seeing how this update developed the two warms my heart.

But it’s sad how much her care for him is a double edged sword cause when it mattered most she doubted her friend’s unconditional love and could not allow him to see her failure and potentially did something even worse.

Before we analyze Frank let’s get into theory territory.

I think she killed the flower in front of Frank, as well as the Buggle.

I mean, look at his face.

That looks like stumbling upon a murder.

And sure it’d be pretty low stakes if it wasn’t for the fact that caring for flowers is Julie’s THING and bugs are FRANKS.

I personally believe that Frank went to check on her since she seemed distressed, Julie panicked and tried to get rid of the flower. But since the Buggle was also there…

So what the hell is a Buggle and why did it suddenly get important this update?

Well let’s think about the three places it shows up in

It’s torn advertisement when it’s described to “change, grow, and love your life forever”, the box that W received covered in black goo to the point it couldn’t be Id’d, and in the final short on the black flower bud.

Except I think it shows up in one more place….

Frank’s “An Ode to: Hibernation”

I know it’s not a complete 1 to 1 but I think it’s interesting how it bears resemblance to the bug on the cover of this particular song (one that I am obsessed with). Because the transcript that this cover leads to shows Franks strong love of bugs and the loneliness he feels when they have to hibernate.

But I also think it represents how he misses Julie when she hibernates. Since not only is his topic of interest gone for months but so is his best friend.

No wonder he didn’t mind an early spring. But he also obviously know when he has to put his feelings aside for the sake of those he cares about.

So with the description of the Buggle on the advert and its possible connection to the hibernation song. I think the Buggle is not only something he’d be distress to witness killed but also represents Frank’s love and care. The update did a lot to demonstrate how Frank helped Julie through a hard time in her life.

But in her desperation to protect their relationship she did something worse that could threaten it.

So, what do I think happens next?

Honestly not much, I feel like we’re still in the “prologue phase” of the story and the other odd happenings from previous updates haven’t really led to any obvious changes from the status quo.

From what we understand of Frank, he’d probably still be more interested in making sure his friend is ok rather than be hung up on whatever happened. Obviously they wouldn’t be able to look at each other the same way, but they’d probably try to move on as soon as possible. Think of it more like an inciting incident for things to come. Who knows maybe she didn’t hurt the flower or the Buggle, maybe she was close to but stoped in time.

This kinda comes more from this image for the Spring update.

In the back it looks like Frank is comforting Julie over that unopened bud.

There’s just so much more story to tell and storms to weather before these characters have a major shift in dynamics I think.

Soooooo….what about Frank?

I’ll be honest (Frank if you will) Franks my favorite character. So I am both extremely scare and excited for what he’s being set up for. Bros witnessed his friend going through shit 3 times already.

I honestly believe he’ll be more involved in trying to figure out what’s going on.

Despite being the resident grump we’ve seen a very tender and caring side to him for his bugs, Julie, Poppy, and even Eddie.

Not to mention that he’s been closely associated with Hawthorn flowers which represent hope.

It’s hard to believe that he’ll see all these incidences and be happy with staying ignorant, he’s a curious fellow after all.

Now how successful he’ll be is another story.

(From the secret exhibition page)

“Julie says they still have something to say, though. I have heard from her… A rose without thorns… But still has leaves… Is filled with fear… And with hope. When both are not there, however… There may be neither hope nor fear.

Isn’t that something.”

(From the new phone call from Wally)

I am scared for these puppets

[slimecicle-updates]

Charlie replied to a fan on twitter!

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A cropped screenshot of a tweet by ethan 📌 @/griancraft with a reply by Slimecicle @/Slimecicle.

The fan’s tweet reads “wait….. is this supposed to be a popsicle….. except it’s made of slime….. so that’s why he’s called SLIMEcicle…..” Attached is a photo of Charlie’s logo, a slimeball on a popsicle stick.

Charlie’s reply reads “idk how much longer I can keep going”.

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Finding Growth in Life's Quiet Moments

Life be life’n sometimes. One minute you feel like you got it all under control, the next you sitting there like, “Bruh, what is even happening?”

I’m learning that growth don’t always look loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s you outgrowing places, people, and even versions of yourself you used to be cool with. It’s not always some big announcement — sometimes it’s just moving different, thinking deeper, or finally choosing peace over proving a point.

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About where I’ve been, where I’m at, and where I’m trying to go. And even though it’s not perfect, I’m grateful. Grateful for lessons that hurt but taught me. Grateful for small wins nobody sees. Grateful for the fact that even on my bad days, I still kept going.

I’m still figuring it out — and honestly, I think we all are. So if you’re reading this and you’re feeling a little lost, a little tired, or just trying to keep it together… just know you’re not alone.

We’re all just trying to make it make sense out here. Stay solid. Stay prayed up. Keep going.

— LO

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