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honeylations · 9 months ago

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HUH YUNJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: The girlies spend their day at a new cafe and Yunjin falls head over heels when she spots you working in your white sweater and grey apron.

Warnings/Notes: fluff, comedy, non idol au

“Let’s go let’s gooooo! Yunjin Unnie you’re wasting our time!!” A cutely angry Eunchae growled while tugging on her member’s black sweater in public.

“Seriously Yunjin, you’ve taken enough pictures of the streets in Seoul already!” Chaewon added which put an end to the American girl’s photography.

“You guys just don’t understand my love for photos. Fake friends you are” Yunjin joked and linked her arms with the maknae as all five girls continued walking down the street.

“This cafe better be good, Zuha. If it’s expensive and shit, I’m throwing your ass out the window” The leader spoke again to which Kazuha shivered at.

“Hey, Minjeong Unnie gave the suggestion and promised me it was worth trying so~ you can throw HER ass out the window”

They all saw the cute chalkboard sign outside the cafe that read “OPEN” and the shop was surprisingly not as busy as the girls had expected. As they fully entered, the only customer the cafe had was an occupied uni student in a booth, indulged into whatever she was typing in her computer and the music playing through her headphones.

“Ok good, it’s not crowded. Where’s the menu…woah” Yunjin said breathlessly, her sudden falter had the other members looking at her weirdly before seeing what (more like who) she was staring at.

You quickly wiped your freshly washed hands with a towel before chucking it to the side and flashing a bright smile at the group.

“Good morning, welcome to the Sunny Cafe! Are you all ready to order?”

Sakura cleared her throat as Yunjin was clearly not recovering from the daze so as the eldest, she decided to speak. “Good morning, it’s our first time coming here so we’re not too sure what to get yet”

To Yunjin, it seemed like your smile got brighter.

“No rush at all, ma’am! If you would like a recommendation, our matcha latte is a customer favourite!”

Sakura smiled sweetly towards you. “Thank you. I think my friends need a little more time to decide. Is that okay?”

“Of course, ma’am! Just give me a shout when you’re ready to order” You winked, sending a jolt in all five girls’ hearts.

“Ok, now I can agree that Yunjin’s reaction is appropriate” Chaewon sighed, unable to recover from your presence.

“Back off. My eyes were on her first” Yunjin finally spoke.

“Oh please, now you wanna talk? Grow a spine Yun. You can’t act like a weirdo everytime you see a pretty girl” Sakura complained and scanned through the menu in her hands. “But anyways since you wanna be like that, I can order for all of us—“

“No! I want to order my own!” The American stated loudly that you turned around with the same smile but Yunjin immediately cowered.

“Fine. Order your own then, brat”

Yunjin puffed her chest and approached the counter where your back was facing her so she cleared her throat. You spun around again and got your hands ready on the till.

“Hello! Ready to order—“

“HI IM YUNJIN!” The girl suddenly yelled, catching you and the other girls off guard.

Sakura face palmed and hid her face behind the menu.

“Nice to meet you Yunjin. I’m Y/n. What can I get for you?”

Yunjin was thankful you didn’t run away.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you like that”

“It’s no problem. That was probably the strongest greeting I’ve gotten today”

Yunjin leaned one arm on the counter and nervously scratched her nape. “Is that a good thing?”

“Absolutely! Makes my day a little brighter” You giggled, finding shy Yunjin so so so cute.

In fact, you marked the girl as eye candy that moment you caught a glimpse of her outside the cafe window. You spammed quick texts to your groupchat about how hot you found this girl before putting your phone away and bringing out your amazing customer service.

It was extra amazing for the pretty customers. Like Yunjin.

“I’m glad I could make your day. Can I please order that matcha latte you recommended with some extra sugar to hide the seaweed taste…Is that too picky of me to request?”

You threw your head back laughing, making Yunjin melt internally at how angelic it sounded. “I’ve had worse customers, don’t you worry. I’ll try my best to make it less…seaweedie for you. Anything else I can get you?”

“What else would you recommend?”

“This conversation is going longer than I expected. You reckon she scored her?” Chaewon whispered to the other 3 girls who could only shrug.

“Well the girl is laughing and smiling so Yunjin must be doing something right”

“Unless she’s embarrassing herself” Kazuha mumbled.

“Can she hurry up? I want to order the croissant!” Eunchae huffed and eyed the beautifully displayed pastries next to the counter.

“Patience, Eun. Let’s give Yunjin some time to at least the girls number”

“Well if you need something more sweet to balance out the matcha, our strawberry cream cake is a great choice”

“Add that in!” Yunjin pulled out her card.

“Gave you a 50% discount so just $7.50 please”

The taller girl’s eyes widened. “Woah a discount? What for?”

“For cuties like you” you winked despite your heart going crazy at your pathetic attempt of flirting.

“Oh is that so? Sad to know other people probably get the discount too” Yunjin faked a pout that you wanted to kiss so badly.

“Oh don’t seem so down. You’re the only person I’ve given that discount to. I swear!”

Yunjin smiled and tilted her head at you, like a cute puppy. “Well am I cute enough to get your number?”

“Wow, confident are we?” You smirked after seeing Yunjin pay for her food.

“Taking a chance before I lose it”

Slowly nodding at her statement, you took her receipt and scribbled your number at the top, not forgetting to add a love heart at the end.

“Awesome…” Yunjin whispered to herself as she stared at the numbers in her hand.

“Pleasure serving you, Yunjin. Hope to see a message from you soon”

“W-Wait! Are you free on the weekends? I’d like to take you out sometime…for dinner”

You smiled at her, appreciating her boldness. “I work until 3pm on the weekends so we can sort something out”

“Cool. That’s like so cool. U-Um, thank you”

“Thank you?” A chuckled escaped your lips. “For what?”

“For not thinking I’m creepy”

“You’re not even close to creepy! I’m glad we could have this conversation, Yunjin. I’ll quickly make your order so your friends don’t keep waiting” You said, pointing at the impatient girls behind the taller.

The impatient girls actually just being Eunchae.

“Oh right. Thanks again. I’m looking forward to tasting your recommendation”

“Are you done?” Eunchae grumbled closely behind, Sakura’s credit card clenched tightly in her palm.

Yunjin took notice of it and arched a brow. “You’re making Kkura Unnie pay for your baby food?”

“I JUST WANT A CROISSANT!”

Yunjin jumped out of the way and made a face. “OKAY DAMN, I’LL MOVE! Not too far from Y/n though otherwise I’ll miss her too much” Yunjin winked, almost sending you into cardiac arrest.

“So NOW you have confidence? I don’t get you sometimes” Chaewon threw her arms up in defeat as Yunjin waved her receipt with your number on it.

“That’s because I scored the pretty girl!”

Despite focusing on making Yunjin’s matcha latte, you could see her doing a silly victory dance in the corner of your eye while Eunchae was frowning, clearly hangry from all the waiting.

A/N: something cute for yall because Yunjin is a cutie patootie ❤️

#gxg #wlw #le sserafim x fem reader #le sserafim x reader #huh yunjin #yunjin x reader #le sserafim

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the-kr8tor · 10 months ago

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OKAY I JUST WANNA SAY IM NOW BIBLICALLY OBSESSED W COWBOY HOBIE

AND NOW I NEED COWBOY HOBIE DOING THE HAT RULE WITH THE READER THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGTH

This prompt got me giggling and kicking my legs 😍😍😍 thank you, ly ❤️

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Cowboy AU, Western AU, CW drinking, CW suggestive, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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Watching you attempt to square dance is like watching a chicken run without its head.

Hobie watches you with a smile hidden behind his glass, amber liquid sloshing inside. It's his first glass of the night and he's sure he won't be needing another one when he's already drunk off of you. On any day he would've finished the entire drink in less than a minute or two, but his eyes and lips have been occupied with watching and smiling at your plucky dancing.

The bar is incredibly crowded, smoke from cigars invading his nostrils, music blaring in his ears. And the dance floor is completely full but that doesn't stop you from twirling all over the polished wooden floors; giggling and smiling at your friend who's trying her best to keep you from smacking someone on the face with your wild limbs. Hobie blames all the sugar from the sweet tea you've been consuming.

He places his glass next to your guarded ones, his palm never left the rim of it, determined to keep you safe. Chuckling, you make your way back to him, sweat covering your forehead, breathing heavily from all the dancing. Despite all these, the giddy smile on your lips never left.

“I'm back!” You stop in front of him, all smiles and skin warm. The yellow overhead lights make your eyes sparkle, like a man dying of thirst, he can't help but drink all of you.

“I can see that.” Hobie casually pulls you in by your jean belt loops, knees knocking on his own. “Had fun?” he looks at you through his lashes, eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Mm-hmm!” You nod fervently, he stops your movements with his hand on your jaw before you make yourself dizzy. Your cheeks are incredibly warm. “Thank you for bringing me here, neighbor.”

He chuckles deeply, eyes never leaving yours. “Shit, we're still on those terms after everythin’ we've been through? Do I have to make myself clearer or does velvet need to push us together again?”

“Making the horse do all the work again.” You click your tongue without malice. He has no idea how but he grins wider. Holding to the lapels of his old leather jacket, you lean closer to his touch.

“Dance with me? Please?” You blink your pretty eyes for emphasis.

Hobie cranes his neck closer to your face, breath fanning across your lips. You close your eyes, waiting for the sweetest thing to graze your lips.

“Nah.”

You open your eyes to a smirking Hobie, he takes a sip of his drink, teasing eyes staring at your flustered face.

You scoff, blinking rapidly. “The nerve.”

“I told you I don't dance.”

“Is that so?” With a burst of confidence and adrenaline still coursing through you, your hand flies quickly to his hat, taking it off from his head to place it on your own. “Look at me I'm Hobie Brown and I don't dance. See? That's you. Ridiculous, I know you can dance.”

Hobie closes his eyes for a second before downing his entire drink in one gulp. With an exhale, he squeezes your hips. “You'll be the death of me, love.” he flicks the brim of his hat to see your eyes better. “You have no idea what you've done do you?”

You smile sweetly, leaning closer, taunting him. “What if I do know? What are you gonna do, cowboy?”

For the first time since you've known Hobie, he stutters. “H-home, I'll go home” he clears his throat, composure coming back to his senses. “Maybe you'll join me. Only if you want to.”

“After everything we've been through,” You copy his own words. “do you think I'd say no?”

Hobie smiles, coiling his finger around your belt loops, leading you out of the crowded bar. His hat is still on your head, holding on to his wrist, you let him guide you.

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waklman · 2 years ago

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Chatterbox

prompt: bob helps his teacher assistant girlfriend get her mind off work.

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni. fingering, oral (f receiving), slight size kink and dumbification if you squint.

a/n: dont ask me why im releasing one-shots before i even finish chapter one, because i dont know either okay. but anyway, here is a peak at bob and honeybee :).

word count: 2.3k

college au, frat boy au

the after party masterlist.

Bob never had a problem with how chatty you could get.

If there was one thing Bob was grateful for, it was his girlfriend's ability to fill in an awkward silence when needed. The blond was certain he could listen to you talk all day, running that pretty mouth of yours while he sat there nodding attentively. And it was just a plus that you looked so enamoring, eyes glittering in excitement and hands animatedly gesturing as you spoke.

However, Bob did have a problem with how chatty you got about your TA tasks—especially when you were supposed to be forgetting about them for now. The end of the semester always came with a bigger pile of work, but today was a Saturday. Yet, you're still thinking about school.

For once, the rowdy frat house was empty with everyone visiting home for spring break. It was a perfect opportunity for Bob to finally get you out of the grayed out dorm room you trapped yourself in, day in and day out. So, when he made the move to invite you over, he had every intention to ease your stress, hence the dress code of comfy attire only.

But this afternoon, it looks like Bob has to do more than just lay stomach down between the plush of your thighs, glasses set off to the side, letting you mindlessly braid his hair, and mindlessly run your mouth.

“Does he think I have no life?” Your pointed complaints are still ongoing, leaving you ignorant to the subtle movement below you.

While your brewing anger is very much directed at Professor Simpson, it’s currently being spewed towards Bob’s ceiling fan—which can do nothing to argue back—just how you like it. If looks could kill, the mean glare you’re giving the motionless object suspended over his bed would be on living its last day.

The remembrance of your professor’s threatening email to you about getting grades out, completely distracts you from the braid of blond hair in your hands, slowly losing its structure as your boyfriend shifts his weight under you.

Again, you let out an annoyed breath. “Five days of my spring break to grade some last minute assignment he just—conveniently forgot to mention to me?!”

You’re so lost in your story telling that you’re not even registering the hot breath dusting over your exposed tummy, and the gradual rise of your shirt as Bob uses his nose to drag the fabric upwards, ghosting his lips over your navel.

Bob shakes his head against you, mildly entertained by your cluelessness.

“Remind me to never work with the english department again,” you huff, hands now curling into fist at your sides, regretting your decision to assist with that course over the others available to you this semester.

“‘Cause now I have over eighty research papers to check ove–” With a light pull of his teeth, Bob loosens the drawstring of your sweatpants.

The sound of the thick cord coming undone from the knot is muted compared to your tangent, but your ears catch the noise, your stomach feels it, and your mouth clamps shut immediately.

Blinking at the ceiling dumbly, you open your mouth to say his name, but it just snaps shut again.

After a beat of silence, there’s two sets of fingers hooked into the loose band of your sweats next, giving your pants a suggestive tug.

Bob makes sure to keep his patience at bay, wanting to soak in your flustered state, just a bit more. Because, honestly, he would’ve ripped these sweats off you long ago if you weren’t so cute—already so meek and tiny under him.

With your eyes still refusing to meet his very own, you miss him running an intending gaze over the underside of your jaw, and making note of the bead of sweat running down your cheek. While you were the one mostly making him nervous in your relationship, it was a nice change of pace to inflict it back onto you once in a while. You were so obliging too.

Bob lowly hums, eyes dropping to the strappy pink lace sitting on your hip bone, revealed by his slight yank of your sweats. “Honeybee..” he commands your attention. “You gonna let me see these cute little panties you got on for me?”

Bashfully, you lift your butt off the mattress, letting him pull it off your waist. Because, yes, you will let him. Though, you’re sure they’re thoroughly soaked through at this point.

“There’s my good girl,” he sings, deep voice vibrating through his chest, pleased by your obedience.

If you weren’t very aware that his head was currently stationed between your legs, you would’ve clenched your thighs together at his raspy tone.

Finally, you suck in a nervous breath, redirecting your attention down to your boyfriend who’s starting to make his way down your legs—dragging down the thick fabric, leaving wet open mouthed kisses to the flesh of your thighs, to the side of your calves, and finally to your ankle.

Near the foot of the bed, he sits up momentarily to tear your pants off your feet. They go flying into his open closet. “B-Bobby,” your breath shallows at his sudden forwardness.

“What? Nothin’ to complain about anymore?” He quietly teases, a faint smirk playing on his lips, laying back between your ankles.

“Well…I—not really. No it’s just–,” you stammer, rubbing the wet pads of your fingers together.

“That’s what I thought,” he cuts you off.

Keeping his eyes locked onto yours, Bob makes his way back up your naked legs. All you can do is blink at him, arousal sitting heavy at your pulsating core. He almost looks unrecognizable. The baby blue eyes you’re so used to seeing are casted over in a thick, dark, cloud of lust.

With him settled between your thighs, Bob’s eyes snap down to your slick, leaking through the flowery lace pattern in front of him. “So fuckin’ wet for me honey,” he marvels, licking a slow, flat stripe to your covered folds, with a slight pressure against you, coating his tastebuds in your arousal. The tip of his tongue flicks your bud, teasingly, as he moves off.

“Please,” you thoughtlessly whine, heat blooming through your chest.

Without so much of a warning, Bob roughly tears off your panties with one hand, pocketing it for himself.

You raise your voice. “No! That was—” Again, he cuts you off.

In an instant, his front is pressed to yours, pushing you into the mattress, meeting you in a desperate, sloppy kiss. Eyes fluttering close, you return the eagerness, letting him swallow every small noise that sears through your throat. Then, a fuzz takes over your brain, eyes scrunching in pleasure as his knee nudges your exposed clit. The scratchy fabric of his plaid pants drives you on, more than you expected it to.

You can’t help but to buck your hips, chasing the feeling. But the moment you start a steady grind against him, Bob stills you, pressing a firm hand on your hip, ripping his mouth from you at the realization that you’re starting to get yourself off.

At the loss of his knee, a small whine escapes your lips, and your glossy eyes blink open again.

There’s a light threat resting on his tongue, but it immediately dies at the sight of you, pupils shot, underneath him.

Even with the steady hold of your lower half, you’re shaking as you struggle to remain still for him. The pinch of his eyebrows loosen, eyes dropping down to the heave of your chest under his t-shirt. But what finally does it, is the way his hand fully swallows the side of your hip. Experimentally, he stretches his fingers against you, scanning the amount of skin he covers with the move.

Biting your lip nervously, you start to pathetically plead with him again. “I’m sorry. I–I’ll be good. I–Please. Will be so good for you.”

He knows he should’ve held out longer, but for some reason—he’s spurred on to get his hands on you again.

In a matter of seconds, he dips back down, placing bites on your sweaty neck. You’re so sure it’s punishment for trying to ride his knee, because he’s leaving them in spots he knew would be hard to hide.

The hand that was previously keeping you steady, extends down to your swollen folds, forcing a pitched whine from your throat as he toys your clit. “Oh–Ah–F-Fuck,” you moan, clamping one hand around the back of his neck, as the other scrunches the sheet below you.

Dipping his thumb down to your dripping entrance, he collects your slick, before coating your bundle of nerves with it. Then, Bob bites down harshly on your collarbone, continuing to draw tight, uniformed circles as you mewl from the precision.

It’s almost heartless, the way his pointer and middle finger curl into you next, roughly working against your walls that instinctively tighten around him. You're glad no one's home, because you couldn’t be bothered to stifle the shaky moans and mindless string of pleas that falls from your lips, begging him for more. Because it just feels too good. But, even if some of his house-mates were present, you're not too sure if you could stay quiet.

"That good, huh?" He licks over one of the marks he's been littering across your skin.

Bob’s mouth pulls into a pleased smirk against the side of your neck, letting you chase his hand, hips snapping off the mattress as you soak him down to his wrist. With his other hand, Bob’s palm travels up your bunched up shirt, giving your left breast a quick squeeze before rolling the hardened bud between two fingers.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs in your ear, putting more pressure on your swollen clit, working in unison with the unrelenting drag of his fingers inside you. All you can do is blabber, brows knitted in pleasure—too caught up in the building knot in your stomach. “I—I want—” You careen off the mattress again, rolling against his drenched hand.

“What is it?” He clicks his tongue at your incoherent response, fucking his fingers into you harder.

In response, another jumble of unintelligible sentences is pushed out of you. “Want my mouth on that pretty pussy? Is that it?”

The palm under your shirt slips downward, as he removes himself from the crook of your neck, trailing down to your sopping core—all while keeping the bruising pace of his hand against you, eyes glued to the glossy sheen coating his entire forearm. It’s quick, the way he swaps from his thumb to his tongue, suctioning it around your clit, giving it all of his attention.

You’re not even sure you’re breathing anymore. There’s a burn rippling through your lungs as your jaw hangs open in a silent moan, unable to grapple the feeling of him groaning loudly against you.

With your orgasm growing in the pit of your stomach Bob pushes you closer to it, adding a third finger, splitting you open and hitting you at the exact spot that gets your thighs to clench around his head, muffling his ears. With the confirmation that you’re close, his eyes snap shut—lapping at you with such vigor that the intensity finally sends you over the edge.

The orgasm hits like a strong wave, washing over your trembling body as it racks every part of you. You're so sure, you felt your bones shake inside you. Underneath you, Bob slowly removes himself from your sensitive core, sweetly pressing his lips to your inner thigh, murmuring praise with each soft kiss.

You suck in a much-needed breath of air, trying to focus your vision. At the moment, Bob has two ceiling fans overlapping over each other.

“I–I don’t even care about the essays anymore,” you confess. How could you when your boyfriend ate you out like his life depended on it?

Tucking your chin, you curiously look down at him. With your wetness completely coating half his face, leading down to his bobbing Adam’s apple—he lightly laughs. He looks that good, and he has the audacity to laugh, causing your cheeks to heat up—as if you aren’t half naked in front of him.

You’ve always had trouble hiding your fluster when he smiled at you like that—So you’re certain, he can see how it’s affecting you.

“That was my intention, Honeybee,” he rises to sit his knees, gently scooping you into a sitting position.

The oversized tee drops down your upper body as you sit up in front of him. You shouldn’t be—but you’re embarrassed to feel his sticky hand on the small of your back as he holds you up. “I love you, but you gotta give yourself a break. I can listen to you all day, swear it. I just—don’t like seeing you stress yourself out for no reason.”

He kisses your forehead, almost as if he's implanting the reminder there. Bob then gives your back an affectionate rub, prompting your lips to twitch, a tell-tale sign they’re about to wobble next.

Biting down on your bottom lip to stop yourself, you lean forward, wrapping your weak arms around his neck. “I love you so much. Don’t deserve you,” you profess, brows knitted together—hit with the random urge to cry.

The only response you ever got from your incessant ranting were snappy remarks, telling you to shut up or go into another room if you were gonna talk to yourself. But here you are, in the arms of the first person to ever admit that they don’t mind it. On top of that, he even loves you—caring enough to voice his concerns about your habit of rambling, which only resulted in a build up of unwanted anxiety.

Bob softens, pulling you closer to him, petting the top of your head. “You deserve me,” he assures you. “And you deserve a bath too, with me,” he adds on.

You quietly sniffle. “And cuddles.”

“How could I forget,” he scolds himself jokingly, drawing a giggle from you. At that, his mouth breaks out in a smile. “Then you can catch me up on the stuff you were tellin’ me about last week. You haven’t told me what happened after Professor Benjamin was caught with Bradley’s uncle.”

“Oh! Right. So when I walked in on them…” Bob listens intently, coaxing you off his mattress, laughing at your—maybe too detailed—description of what you saw. Once you’re both inside the bathroom, you move onto your opinions and theories next. Bob leans in close to your seated figure on the bathtub ledge, letting you talk into his ear, tuning out the loud bath water shooting out the faucet.

His eyes widen, pulling back in surprise at your theory. “No way!”

“Yes, way!” You burst out in laughter, grabbing onto his shirt as he joins you. He makes sure to cradle your head so it doesn’t hit the sink by the tub. The sound of the running water can barely be heard over the obnoxious cries of laughter that come next.

After the bath, the rest of the day is spent with you playing with his hair as you stream through your gossip, updating your attentive boyfriend on what he missed out on. And he enjoys every second of it.

So, it just stamps it down further, that Bob never had a problem with how chatty you got.

note: thank you for reading, seeing that i'm struggling a bit to put something out for this series, i decided to put this out for now! :) as always, thank you for reading and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

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seraphont · 4 months ago

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FAQ & Important Info

About me:

bday: march 30th

lgbt?: im bi

What can we call you?

Seraphont is fine, its supposed to be a play on of Seraph and Serif Font, you can call me Seraph!

What pronouns do you use?

I'd prefer They/Them, but you can use She/Her.

Whats your Main blog?

not posting it publically for now.

Dying and Getting Over It (DaGOI au) Related:

Where can I read DaGOI?

It will be uploaded to my Ao3. its currently being written, so there is no link to the fic yet.

When will you post the fic?

short answer: I'm not sure, possibly by early october. its my first time writing a fic, so I ask you to be patient with me! the outline is written and being tweaked, and its going through adjustments now that MD ep 8 is out. Im also moving across the world, so I'm a tad bit busy rn.

Will you include MD ep8 into the canon of your fic?

at first I was on the fence, but its grown on me, its being integrated now.

Will you be drawing all of DaGOI in comic form?

if I was a stronger man I would. I'll mostly be drawing key story moments. making comics is an aid to helping me write. so I'll be making a lot, but I may not be posting them until the chapters start coming out (trying not to spoil everything). to give you an idea, as of writing this, I have 6 comics on the backburner lol.

Art Related:

What art program(s) do you use?

Procreate -Brushes: Shiyoon Kims Wet Brush pack (X) (everything you see on this blog is made with this brushpack) and several Max Packs (X) for procreate

How long have you been drawing?

I've always drawn, but I started getting really serious at 14, around the same time I first made my main blog. I was self taught up until I got into animation school.

What do you do as a career?

I'm currently doing Freelance work for publishers and individuals. I was previously an animator, I'm making the move to storyboarding

Do you take requests/commissions?

I do have commissions open. only lineart, and flat colours are available. if you want a rendered piece: slots are closed, but you can dm me for interest.

Asks and Messaging:

Rules for asks/tagging?

Anyone can send me an Ask, Mutuals, Anons or not!

Dont send discourse or anything explicitly NSFW. you'll be blocked lol. I'd prefer if you didnt send suggestive. if you send me triggering content I’ll mind blast you into dust. (block).

Do not send and DNI's?

Transphobia, Homophobia, Acephobia. All the obvious bigot contenders.

SA, pdfilia and incest are absolute no goes.

are you okay with me direct messaging you?

only if we have spoken before/ you're giving me a headsup about something/ I've prompted you to send me one.

***minors: please refrain from dming me to chit chat, im not down to.***

Why don’t you answer my asks/dms?

my main has 1000+ asks and my other side blog is pushing 250+, sometimes the ask's get lost in the sauce. that being said, some ask's go unaswered because: 1. it might spoil too much if I were to answer. 2. I simply have to think hard to reply. 3. its super nice and im hoarding it all for myself.

Misc

Can you reblog my donation posts?

no. too many scams.

#repurposed this post to be a FAQ #faq page

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splitster · 1 year ago

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answering asks? more likely than you think

i have a feeling it wouldn't go too well... although, to an outsider, a mamuta smacking pom because she's a threat to the flowers would look the exact same as a mamuta smacking pom because its trying to bury her so she can grow, so i don't think any of the other officers would see anything suspect about the interaction

↓ more under the cut!! ↓

HELL YEAHHHHH absolutely I will always draw more Pingo! if you ever have pingo suggestions/requests/questions, my inbox is always open💖

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! WAHHH i do my best when it comes to characterizations... I try to make them all unique and interesting lol

heh... the Dingo enjoyer pipeline... heh....

THIS is a really good question. at the beginning, she doesn't necessarily resent who she is -- she just subconsciously wants for a place to belong, and for people to fit in amongst. she absolutely recognizes she's different but she doesn't fault herself for that, she just focuses on trying to fit in

now, as time passes and she comes to understand people more, her stance might change -- especially if she manages to spend time with people she cares about and makes friends, but ends up getting ousted or otherwise ostracized. at that point, she might idly wish she was someone else.

for the most part though being a wraith is something she doesn't dwell on, it's just a part of her that she accepts without thinking.

this is wonderful news. spread the Dick "Dingo" Ringo truth.

AHH THANK YOU!!! i am continuously floored by the support i receive for both the pom wraith AU and for pingo... i'm very touched that so many people have enjoyed my silly AU, and i'm happy that people like the silly pairing that ended up spawning from it 💖

AUUUGHH this is the pain of answering asks super late... anon if you see this i hope you enjoyed the pom x collin x dingo pics i posted a while back. i will most likely make more in the future too because i think they're cute

collin is the only normal rescue corps officer. he's SOOO normal in comparison so unfortunately it falls to him to be the voice of reason more times than not

YOURE SO RIGHT. it's hard when your coworker is an alien species you know literally nothing about... pom will be fine, she can heal pretty big cracks in her core as long as she stays fed and rests💖

AHHH THANK YOU!! (im assuming you mean collin) i think hes very neat. im picking him up and squeezing him like a stress toy

AUUGHH THANK YOU!! WAH....💖

THANK YALL FOR ALL THE ASKS!!! i try to read each and every one (even if i can't respond to all of them), and i really appreciate all the support and the interesting questions and prompts!! it means the world to me that so many people wanna engage with the stuff i make💖💖

i will continue getting through asks... slowly...

#pom wraith au #modask #modpost #modart #i also want to draw more quick stuff for the asks i get so expect a little art in these ask masterposts from now on #added the readmore again because it doesn't shorten the post on my blog💔

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daisyvisions · 2 years ago

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10 79 99 w juyo

im just doing all the members <3 take ur time

(this was supposed to be out for his bday but life happened 🥴 belated hbd to our juyo still!)

Behave...

Member + Prompts: Lee Juyeon (TBZ) + 10. “Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”, 79. “Behave.”, & 99 .“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), brat taming, bratty reader x brother’s best friend!au, hard dom, dubcon, fingering, overstimulating, squirting, Juyeon’s a lil perv (if you squint), dacryphilia (ish?)

Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka dubcon) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

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Juyeon had seen you almost every single day since you were kids. Not only was he your neighbor, but he also happened to be one of your brother’s closest friends.

Growing up, you were seen as the annoying little sister who would always try to play with your brother and his friends. And for some reason, you insisted on staying beside Juyeon every single time. Always trying to link arms with him, show him the things you would create, etc.

To you, no one else mattered in the room except for Juyeon. There was just something about him that always had you sticking to him like a magnet (…or maybe because you had a fat crush on him).

But for Juyeon? It was annoying as hell. The more you kept on clinging onto him, his patience was wearing thin.

That’s how this whole rift between the two of you started when you accidentally overheard Juyeon ranting to Kevin that you were getting on his nerves and that he just wished you could back off. It broke your tiny little heart into pieces.

Since then, you distanced yourself and became more hostile towards him, trying to find ways to push him away so you wouldn’t get hurt again.

Juyeon didn’t pick up this new attitude of yours at first but when you started becoming more snarky and rolling your eyes at him, it pissed him off even more than you being clingy.

And that’s what you did through the years growing up together: nothing but pure pettiness and bickering, more than your actual brother!

However, neither of you expected that some of these fights ended up becoming more flirtatious and suggestive as you both went through your teenage years.

Naturally, it gave you some confused feelings about him (especially when puberty did him so good…) and Juyeon was well aware that some of his words came off too flirty or suggestive (and yes, some were on purpose). How could he resist? Especially when your puberty hit you like a damn freight train.

One day you were this annoying little clingy girl then next thing you know you’re walking around the house wearing those skimpy little shorts that hugged the globes of your ass so perfectly. and what a sight it was indeed (especially when you would bend to pick something up from the floor.)

But what really riled him up the most was when you would act like a brat towards him… oh how he wished to put you in your place someday and teach you a lesson.

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It was 10:17 PM and you were heading out to meet some friends at this newly open bar to just drink and have fun, making sure to wear the cutest top and matching skirt along with some of your favorite accessories.

As you were walking into the kitchen to grab a drink of water before heading out, your body accidentally collides with another figure. “Really? isn’t that skirt a little too short on you?”

Oh… It's Juyeon…

“What does it matter to you?” you snap back.

“You could at least cover up or something.” he retorted.

“Who are you, my dad? Why don't you just shut up and mind your business you prude.” You look in his eyes before you walk past him, slightly bumping into his shoulder on purpose.

“Fucking brat…” he muttered to himself, trying to ignore the slight twitch in his crotch area because admittedly, the outfit you wore was incredibly hot to say the least.

“Okay! Going! I'll text you, bye!” You shout to your brother in the living room as he and his other friends were playing a video game. “Kay, bye!” He shouts, still looking at the screen.

“Are you just gonna allow her to go out dressing like that?” Juyeon asks your brother, but he shrugs and ignores him, failing to notice the overprotective tone in Juyeon’s voice.

Hours pass and Juyeon does nothing but nervously shake his leg and glance at the clock every five minutes. Why does he feel so anxious and nervous all of a sudden?

It’s not like this is the first time you’ve gone out dressing up like that. And it’s not the first time you’ve been out too late either. So what made tonight different from the rest?

His internal thoughts were cut off when he heard your brother’s phone ring with you asking to be picked up from the bar. But before your brother even gets up from the couch, Juyeon immediately cuts him off.

“I can pick her up if you want. I don't mind.” he eagerly says.

“Oh really you sure? Thanks man! You know where to find the keys.”

Nodding his head, Juyeon pushes himself off the armchair and heads straight to the car to go you.

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“What the fuck is he doing here?” you mutter to yourself as you see your brother’s car pull up at front of the bar but Juyeon in the driver’s seat instead.

“Get in.” Juyeon utters. You open the the car door and slide into the passenger seat.

“Why are YOU picking me up?” you snarl at him.

“Just doing your brother a favor.”

“What, so you can continue pissing me off? Don’t you have anything better to do than be obsessed with me?”

“You better watch that fucking attitude…” Juyeon’s hand on the wheel tightening the more you keep on fighting back, the whites of knuckles instantly popping out.

“Why don't you make me-” Before you can even finish your sentence, Juyeon’s large strong hand grips your exposed inner thigh.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and when you turn your head towards him he’s already looking straight at you with his piercing eyes and jaw clenched.

“Behave.” he sternly says.

That’s all it took for you to shut up the whole time driving back home. Juyeon’s hand was still grasping your inner thigh very hard during the drive. You’re pretty sure it’s gonna leave some light bruises the next day.

You bit your lower lip so hard trying not to to react with the feeling of Juyeon’s hand dangerously close to your core, your arousal practically blooming through your thin panties.

By the time you get home, you slam the car door and make your way inside. This doesn’t sit well with Juyeon of course so he follows behind you, nagging about how you should fix your attitude.

The sounds of you fighting from the front door of the house travel all the way to the kitchen. Your brother and his other friends treat it like background noise at this point.

“I don't know why you always have to make things so difficult!” Juyeon argued.

“Stop nagging me like you have a say in what I do!” you snap back.

Furious with your attitude, Juyeon grabs both your wrists and pins them on top of the kitchen counter, your back pressed against his chest while his entire body cages you beneath him.

“Such a fucking brat.” He whispers in your ear, the vibrations of his voice making your core slightly throb. You feel his bulge dig in-between your ass and his hot breath fanning the sensitive spot between your neck and ear.

The words are caught up in your throat, struggling to utter even a one-worded response to him. You almost let a loud whimper come out of your mouth instead when you feel Juyeon’s hand snake under your skirt, aggressively pulling your panties to the side and sliding two digits in-between your soaking folds.

“I’m gonna put you in your place, show you what happens if you keep being a brat in front of me” he whispered.

Juyeon instantly forces his two fingers inside your weeping hole, fucking them in and out of you without any warning whatsoever. You mewl at the rough sensation it brings you. “F-ffuck- Juyeon wait-”

But he doesn't listen. Instead, he increases the pace of his fingers to the point you hear the wetness of your own arousal squelching. But when he starts curling his long fingers inside you, hitting that gummy spot you could never reach with your own fingers, you let out a desperate moan.

Juyeon quickly covers your mouth with his other hand, making you remember that your brother and his friends were just in the other room.

“Shhhh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah?” Juyeon smirks. Hearing your muffled moans against his hand made his cock strain in his jeans, digging into your ass even more.

Juyeon continues to curl and pump his fingers into you at an ungodly pace, you mind slowly entering into subspace from how good it actually feels.

You suddenly see a flash of white before your eyes as you cry from the pleasure of your high unexpectedly hitting you harder than it has ever did before.

But Juyeon doesn't stop there. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you like his life depended on it, his free hand snaking under your skirt to vigorously rub your overly sensitive bud.

“Ju-juyeon s-stoooppp-” You hazily say, now covering your mouth with your own hand.

“Nope, wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with the sensations, the pleasure now turning slightly into pain. You quietly scream into your hand as you feel your abdomen explode, feeling your juices squirting out of you, running down your legs and onto the kitchen floor.

The moment Juyeon saw the mess happening below, he did nothing but smile from ear to ear and let out a satisfied hum. Before he leaves, his hands travel back to your waist and leans in forward to whisper in your ear once again,

“The next time you decide to become a brat, I’m not gonna be nice about it…”

#juyeon smut #lee juyeon #juyeon #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #tbz scenarios #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz drabbles #the boyz scenarios

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enhastolemyheart · 2 years ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 [𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃] — LEE HEESEUNG

PAIRING | bf!heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE | est. relationship, idol!au

WARNINGS | mentions of food, reader gets scared (but not really lol), hee and reader whipped for each other nothing new lol, sharing of the same utensil, mildly suggestive in the end (depends on how you look at it), proofread but please do tell me if there are any mistakes.

PROMPTS USED | give them a taste of your own meaL, with your own cutlery, by own hand (this is not my prompt, I saw this somewhere and thought that it would be a cute fic to write with, so creds to the original person!!) and no this is not requested!

WORD COUNT | 1.5k +

A/N | help why does this fic theme look the same as my Niki one??!?!? like- it was so unintentional😭😭 anyways, IM BACK and I’m here with a fic for you guys, yes just for you. Hope you guys like it, it took me literally weeks to write, cus I was so busy but it’s here!! Request if you have any ideas, I’m always open to it. Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!! I also wanna dedicate this to @hee-pster idek if she will ever read this but it’s her fics that make me very delulu abt hee 😩😩 Enjoy!!

It showed 8:00 pm on the clock above your dresser. You had made plans with your boyfriend today. He would finally get a day break and today from his busy schedule, he decided to come over to your place and stay the night over.

You got out of your bed, your neck and back hurting as you stretched. Your muscles have cramped because of the vile position you've been sitting in for the past three hours inside your little ‘cocoon’ of your bedroom.

You trode over to the closet, opening it and looking for a hoodie to wear. It's like after you leave the comfort of your blankets, you suddenly feel way too cold. You grab your boyfriend's hoodie and wear it, the fabric swallowing you whole.

You exit the room and make your way to the kitchen. Wanting to make a hearty meal for your beloved Heeseung, you look up a recipe for a simple white sauce pasta. You get all the ingredients, lay out all of the needed equipment for the said pasta. You put on an apron and get started.

Meanwhile, Heeseung is on his way home, their manager taking him to your place. His headphones are in his ears, blasting some music from the playlist he made to listen to when he was reminded of you. His eyes are closed, thinking about what to do for the night with you before finally hitting the bed. His fingers acting like little drum sticks as they tap to the beat flowing through his ears.

Once he reached your door, he took out his –your– keys (you gave him a spare in case of any emergencies), and opened the door leading to your humble abode.

He walked into the kitchen to be met with you in front of the stove observing the boiling pasta. To an outsider, it looked like you were having an intense staring contest with the food in front of you.

He softly smiles to himself before scurrying his way over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, face giving you a peck on the cheek before looking at you. You tensed before him because of the contact but immediately melted into his touch.

You put one hand over his and the other softly stroking his cheek, "you scared me hee, I didn't see you walk in."

He chuckles while moving his hands to either side of your hips, "I used the spare keys you gave me. Plus, your reaction was cute when you got startled."

His attention turns to the food that's being made on the stove, "what're you making?" He takes a look at the pasta over your shoulder that is close to being done.

"Since I have you to myself for the whole day tomorrow starting from now, I decided to make something different for us. Think of it as a 'I'm proud of you for working so hard’ treat." You turn around in his arms and look at him with sincerity in your eyes.

His hold tightens on you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping the side of your jaw in a gentle but firm hold, “well thank you very much, my love.” He smiles as he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile up at him, pressing your chin into his broad chest. He lightly chuckles and then swoops down to give you a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist and his going around your shoulders.

��You look very pretty in my hoodie by the way,” he says as he looks at you, winking.

You let out a soft chuckle with a small roll of your eyes as you pull away, not letting Heeseung see you with your cheeks burning, because you know he would tease you about it. getting out of his hold, you glance at the pasta and seeing that it’s done, you turn off the stove. You make a step towards the island of your kitchen, Heeseung watching you intently while leaning against the island beside you facing the stove. You roll up the sleeves of your hoodie and turn to your man beside you, “want to help me make the sauce?” He turns himself around and looks at the white sauce recipe displayed on your phone on the side.

“Of course I would love to help y/n.” he says as he rolls up the sleeves of his crewneck. You ask him to get the flour as you put the butter in the pan and as it melts, you request him to add in the flour in the needed measurement. He does so, and you add the milk next. You start to mix the components together till it should turn creamy.

Heeseung wraps his arms around your torso and glides his palms inside your hoodie, his hands resting against your skin giving you warmth. He also leaves little packs on your bare shoulder, at the skin where the hoodie is too loose to cover. You let out a little smile at the little gesture. Your man has always been the one to communicate using physical gestures, he believes that actions speak louder than words.

“Here, let me help.” Heeseung says as he tries to take the spatula from your hand, to which you just shake him off, “no it’s okay Hee, go rest.”

He smacks his lips as he takes the spatula from your grip with more effort, “no, let me help please.” you mutter a fine, only because your hand was getting tired. You let him take the cooking tool and he steps in your place before he starts to stir the mixture again. You watch him intently from the side, with a grateful smile on your face. You rest your head against his bicep as you watch him stir. He looks down at you with a smile, kisses the crown of your head before going back to work.

* * *

Heeseung helps you by setting up the table and even offers to carry the hot steaming pot with the delicious Italian delight that you both had made together.

Seated across each other at the table, you serve some pasta on his plate before serving for your own. You gather some of the pasta on your fork, blowing in it to cool it down a bit before lightly holding Heeseung's chin as you feed him the pasta with the other hand. He takes it in with a big bite, looking at the ceiling as he eats, bursts of flavour dancing in his mouth before he takes a sip of water.

“How was it? Does it need salt or something? Do you not like it?”

He looks at you with a fond look on his face, chuckling lightly at your worry, “no love, it’s perfect.”

“Don’t lie.” you squint your eyes while pointing your fork at him.

He chuckles, his eyes molding into crescents, “well if you don’t believe me then try for yourself.” he gathered some pasta on his fork before feeding it to you. Your eyes widen as you chew, the food actually tasting good. You look at your boyfriend with the biggest grin and he reciprocates, he loves seeing you so happy no matter what the situation is.

"Wait, this stuff is actually good!” you exclaimed. Heeseung just laughed heartily at your antics, whipped. He raises his hand up, you reciprocating, giving a high-five, intertwining your fingers before letting go.

“I know right, I could eat your pasta everyday.” Heeseung says with his mouth full while pointing to the masterpiece you have made on his plate with the fork.

* * *

You both are cuddling on the couch, you lying down on your back and him lying on top of you, head nestled into the area where your neck meets your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his shoulder while the other one is in your boyfriend's hands, him playing with your ring clad fingers absentmindedly.

“Thank you for the meal y/n.” he squeezes your hand in his as he looks up at you. You look into his eyes, the very chocolate ones that you often found yourself lost in.

you give him a small peck, “you’re welcome hunny.”

“That’s it? want more.” he pouts.

You chuckle at your cute boyfriend before leaning in again. You kiss him and as you pull away, he swoops back in for more, resulting in wet yet sweet pecks all over your face and neck, making you laugh.

He smiles even brighter in his kisses after hearing your angelic laugh, his favourite melody in the world that he can never get tired of.

“I love you y/n” You look up at him as he hovers over you, eyes gleaming and spilling out all the love he can’t express in words, same with yours.

“I love you Hee.” He leans in, giving you a deep, intimate kiss. Sticking your foreheads together after pulling away. He suddenly smirks and detaches from your hold, you raise you eyebrow at him, questioning him in silence.

He yanks you up and throws you over his shoulder, making his way to your shared bedroom. The gesture makes you squeal as you ask what he was doing.

he laughs, “I’m going to show my girlfriend how much I love her.”

A/N | thank you so much for reading! again requests are open, so is the taglist!! send an ask or comment to be added! see y'all next time!

PEACE AND LOVE <333

#<enhastolemyheart3 #enhastolemyheart #heesung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung drabbles #heeseung imagines #heeseung fluff #heeseung #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen scenarios

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robots-are-kinda-hot · 1 month ago

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fuck it. im opening art requests for sans aus x reader. only rules are no suggestive reqs and give a prompt (ex. cuddles w _____, kisses with _____)

i like to think i know a few aus but the ones i’m sure i can do (and are the most likely to accept requests of) are: nightmare, horror*, killer, dust, swap**, dream, uf!sans, ut!sans

*do tell me whether you want the fanon version (beeg man) or canon-adjacent (short, beloved self-hating asshat) horror!

**disclaimer i fucking LOVE swap!!!!!! i will answer his reqs in some fashion even if i dont feel like drawing it . that is all

#i may draw an oc in place of a reader insert if i think it suits them #i do reserve the right to refuse a req/delete one if i’m not feelin it #u can send multiple if u want. the more arrows u fire the higher chance of hitting the target #sans x reader #sans x self insert #au sanses x reader #blank’s…#uhh…#idk. ramblings?#blank’s considerably less rabid ramblings #that… is a new tag i suppose #sans x you #nightmare sans x reader #swap sans x reader #undertale x reader #how the FUCK do i tag this

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honeydewedlemon · 2 months ago

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Hello! So, I did get my previous blog terminated (the very same name as this one, for anyone curious), so here’s my new one!

Send me prompts!

Things I’m willing to write: romance, angst, body horror, major character death, platonic (im also open to other suggestions!). For Sonic aus I will only do human aus. This is just personal preference.

Things I will not do: Smut, major gore

My fandoms:

Sonic, Assassin’s Creed, Batman (and assorted characters, Deadplate, BBC Merlin, ROTTMNT (rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles)

Specific tags:

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Other:

Please send me asks! Of any kind! Have any fics you’d like to recommend? Send them to me! I’ll most likely post them on the blog :). Just want to scream into the void? Do that too!!

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aladaylessecondblog · 3 months ago

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Author's Note: Another AU of Severed Destiny. I said I wasn't gonna do this. god dammit

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"She looks like you."

It was the last thought Sadara had before she grew too tired to keep her eyes open, but - much as she feared it - it was not her end. She woke later, with the babe swaddled in a little crib near the bed she lay in.

She sat up, and watched the little face with a tired smile.

At least I have you, she thought, Despite everything else I've lost.

The babe was beautiful, Sadara thought. So beautiful, so precious. She began to stir, and mewl when her red little eyes opened.

If only he could see you.

"Hungry?" Sadara couldn't help but laugh, whether from amusement or exhaustion or some combination of the two, she didn't know. She picked up her little one, and after somewhat awkwardly lowering the neckline of her gown, tried to direct the babe. After a few moments of difficulty the babe latched and began to nurse.

She wondered what name would suit best, trying not to hear his voice in what she assumed would be his suggestions. Old Chimer names, maybe...a wry little smile as he suggested Nerevar...

Dagoth Nerevar.

It was heard as easily as if he were standing next to her. It hurt, badly enough that she hardly wanted to think more on the subject at all.

She remembered even now, so clearly, what Gilvoth had said when she left - that he was glad she understood Voryn did not truly want her, that she was merely the casing, the vessel, for a second chance at Nerevar, whom he DID want. She had begun to think it herself even before leaving Red Mountain, when she had grown so tired of correcting him and prompting him to use her name, and merely let herself be called Nerevar. She had been so eager to keep up what they had, to feel more of that blazing love that had felt it would burn forever, that she had shut her eyes to all of it.

She assumed he must have told Voryn why she left - because he had not once been in her dreams since she left, when there had before hardly been a night he wasn't. She was alone and friendless in Morrowind once again.

Then had come the little one. There was no pushing the need for a name aside - looking at the little face, so much like his, she kept thinking.

Gandra, for gift...because she was a gift, a little light in the darkness. It didn't seem to fit. Alessia would be beautiful, but blasphemous in some way or another, she was sure.

Im-Kilaya had called the child Haj-deek - saying it meant hidden child, or if he used it of her, Hides-her-child. She'd take that, but it was Argonian...and if she wasn't being raised by Argonians it would be awkward. Perhaps her little blessing--

Then, it became clear. Sunnar. Blessing.

She smiled, and once the little one was done feeding, and had been burped, she lay a kiss on her forehead and spoke.

"Your name is Sunnar."

After eating Sunnar seemed content to sleep again, and after a little soothing was put back into the crib. Once Sadara was certain she was fast asleep, she fixed her gown and looked through her possessions, desperate for something to do to keep her mind off--

--him.

Her weapons bag had been turned over to the Argonians, their contents given as payment for keeping her hidden as long as they had. What remained was a dagger, a Dagoth dagger in fact, but there was only a painted symbol marking which was easily washed off. It was a weapon she was most comfortable with.

Her potion bag had several full bottles and a large amount of ingredients she had found no initial purpose for, and there was the thought that a few potions of levitation could be made. They'd sell fairly well, she was certain. Then came the bag she'd used for clothes...the red robe, the one she had been gifted, was first, and the scent of cinnamon and incense filled her mind with memories of happiness.

With a heavy heart she folded it up and put it back. Beneath it was the Sixth House amulet she had been given - that would sell for a high enough price, enough to sustain her until she figured out what she would be doing. Its chain was tangled and knotted around the moon-and-star, which she had removed months ago. She let it be, and began to consider other things.

In her thought of where to go, she had settled after a lot of deliberation on Kvatch. Far (enough) away from her corpse-obsessed cousin, and even farther from Morrowind itself. She would be safe there, safe and unknown. She would say she had lost her husband to the machinations of the Sixth House, and that would be that.

She only hoped those who had dragged her from Leyawiin would not find her in Kvatch.

Im-Kilaya would later come and suggest dyeing her hair to better slip out of Ebonheart. She chose the red dye, and it was a red-headed dunmer woman under an assumed name who would be making the journey to Cyrodiil, baby in her arms as she walked aboard. The Sixth House amulet had been sold, and the bag of gold in her pocket, leftover from new clothes and the ship passage, was a definite added comfort.

And when Sadara departed the ship some days later, she would look down at Sunnar, fuss over her blanket, and say with a resigned hopefulness, "We will make our own way, won't we?"

She had her lute, and enough drakes to be comfortable for a brief period. She had made her way through worse circumstances, and she could make her way through this now.

#fanfiction #morrowind #nerevarine #asshole gilvoth #au #ao3 #dagoth ur #you are the father

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thisweekingundamwing · 3 months ago

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This Week in Gundam Wing 11-17 August 2024

Here’s the roundup for August 11th - August 17th, 2024!

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@janaverse

Learning as you go https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/758756174144356353/learning-as-you-go-they-fool-around-again-on

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

NSFW things

They fool around again on Tuesday night, but nothing as elaborate as the previous two times.

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@iftadwascool

https://www.tumblr.com/iftadwascool/758487696622682112/now-everybody-in-this-bitch-gettin-tipsy

Disco time with Zechs, gif

@janaverse

https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/758719203385688064/still-compact-i-stan-a-not-much-taller-than

Heero Yuy, Sims, screenshot

@sailorfutaba

https://www.tumblr.com/sailorfutaba/758517959982546944/they-up-and-made-a-char-expy-and-then-they-up

Noin, Zechs, photoset/screenshots

https://www.tumblr.com/sailorfutaba/758391114213523456/of-course-the-girl-that-looks-like-this-has-a

Relena and her barbie car, photoset/screenshots

https://www.tumblr.com/sailorfutaba/758880324449157120/this-guy-gets-wounded-a-lot-im-not-sure-if-im

Heero, photo/screenshot

https://www.tumblr.com/sailorfutaba/758572300499075072/i-will-up-and-admit-it-right-here-im-a-sucker

Zechs/Noin, photo/screenshot

@seaofolives

https://www.tumblr.com/seaofolives/758797695907463168/what%CA%BCs-this-those-sparklesthey%CA%BCre-my

Trowa/Quatre tears, gifset

Fandom Discourse:

@local-redhead-bookworm

https://www.tumblr.com/local-redhead-bookworm/758674865432756224/the-moment-i-first-saw-quatre-i-was-like-aww

Quatre’s trauma

@seaofolives

https://www.tumblr.com/seaofolives/758894224524623872/torokatober2024-prompts-suggestion-form

Prompts Suggestion Form!

@tinyozlion

https://www.tumblr.com/tinyozlion/758867849287745536/there-was-an-earlier-prototype-for-widegeese-but

Look y’all, I laughed for a long time. lol

Calendar Events:

Gundam Wing AU Fest

https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/755108738617245696/yay

All info about the event is in the post!

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, August 23rd: https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/759131166909628416/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-august

In need of prompts!

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

Needs to be updated...

Note that Sign-ups for the GW Holiday Gift Exchange will open on September 1st! Be on the lookout for it!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #11-17 August 2024

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httpisaoki · 1 year ago

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⋆ LAST GOODBYE ! (teaser)

-> fluffff, it's supposed to be a sneak peek of my to-be-released series so it might not make senseIFJHDJ, low cap is intended -> warnings : mentions of arguments and self-harm, possible angst, slight swearing, that's it? -> i wrote this while listening to last goodbye by sunkis :> it's such a good song broo

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : thena? u there? its already past nine thenaa bob misses u sm :((

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : dev said u skipped the bus athena im worried, reply please. please be safe? :((

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : athena respond, I know u can see this please :(

rian frowned at the messages, athena’s safety was the only thing she could think of right now. The girl’s lack of response to anyone was what made her anxious.

I mean athena wouldn’t do anything to harm herself not after what we went through together, right?

fuck, the girl cursed under her breath. devon had already told her that thena didn’t take the bus. who knows where the girl went.

until an idea popped into rian’s mind, she could be on the rooftop. she nodded, determined to find the girl. sending the message before leaving her apartment.

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : are u at the rooftop? im omw.

as rian was driving to athena’s usual hideout, a ringing came from her phone. the girl's eyes widen at the caller’s ID before quickly pressing the answer button. “hey” rian breathed out, “I’m almost there thena, stay where you are–” athena cuts her off, her voice shaking. “r-ria my head hurts. and fuck, i don’t know what to do. my parents–”

“I’ll be right there baby, just keep calm. deep breathes alright?” athena nods, muttering a small ‘okay’ before breathing in and out, to which rian smiles at. “almost there thena, just hold on.”

10 minutes later, rian rushed towards the stairway to the rooftop— her and athena’s hideout. the place where they met. as soon as she opens the door, the sight of athena crying fills her vision. “shh, shh, it’s okay thena. I’m right here.” she soothes the girl, “tell me what happened thena” rian whispers as she holds the girl in her arms.

“mom argued with stephen again, all the same shit. but one thing caught my attention, she mentioned something about moving overseas with me. And I– I just panicked. I didn’t want to move away. I can’t leave you. I didn’t know what to do so i just ran to the most comfortable place. And I’m sorry if I ran away so suddenly and I didn’t tell you sooner–”

rian cuts her off by pulling the girl into a hug, “I’m thankful you called me, but please say something before suddenly ghosting everyone. But I do understand you. So why don’t we go to my apartment and watch movies and cuddle and all that stuff?” rian playfully suggests making athena slap her shoulder and laugh at her the love of her life.

as comfortable silence takes over, both of the girls could just stay in each other’s arms forever.

‘whatever happens, even if I do have to leave you, I’ll do everything I can to make sure I can say my last goodbye.’

-> a/n : hii its been a while, so this is kinda like a spoiler for a new au i've been writing about. the prompt was just too cute that I wanted to write about it TT ... and this IS a spoiler for a taglish au! so aoki comeback..? :>

#wlw #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #kpop x reader #aespa x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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ATTENTION CREEPYPASTA FANS

hiiiiii i kinda wanna write some hcs/self insert stuff but im kinda stumped on who and what to write; especially since its been a while since ive written for these characters (a while = about a month?? give or take)

so! i'll be opening requests for creepypasta characters, a 'short' run down of my rules below + characters i write for + some info regarding how i write certain characters that may or may not be important

i apologize for any typos and mistakes for this post, im back to writing on my silly computer!! formatting may be a little whack as well, but that parts more so because idk how i wanna structure these side posts

it should be said right now that the way i write these characters leans very heavy on my own personal interpretation/au rather than ideas that the bulk of the fandom has (although, to be fair, i havent interacted much with the current state of the fandom, im kinda stuck in 2016 </3) so personalities or worldbuilding/common ideas may be different or totally absent in my writing

will not write;

this blog does not allow explicit nsfw material, at most there will be suggestive jokes or themes but it will likely never ever be the main theme of the post!

basic nono criteria, no gross stuff

personally i dont like writing prompts surrounded by cheating so most likely i wont write it

anything overly graphic (gorey), yes i understand that this is creepypasta but there are some things that i just simply wont write; however implied/minor gore is allowed to an extent

really asides from that im mostly chill with anything, but on the off chance you send in something that makes me uncomfy/a request i feel i cant fulfill, i will do my best to communicate that

ohoh also! unfortunately i do not take oc requests :(! no hate to oc x canon, esp since im part of that community, but i just dont trust myself to be able to do justice or your oc TToTT

if i turn down a request it is nothing against you or your wants, please do not take it personally ^^;

will write;

fluff and angst, along with specific scenarios! im fine with most angst but as said above, if a prompt cannot be done i will communicate that!

the reader by default is GN/is not referred to with pronouns outside of like. they/you/your, the POV i write in is kinda inconsistent tbh ,, but i am comfy with writing for specific genders + trans readers, although i admit im not sure how much pronouns or gendered things will come into play unless gender is the main point of the request

im fine with poly! though ive yet to actually. write poly

i dont just write romantic hcs! im down with platonic/familial ones as well!

again im not at all picky with things, and once again, i will communicate if something cant be done

added thing since im not sure where else to put it! by default i write short hcs and scenarios, short fics being very rare on this acc since im not confident in my writing; so !! yeah!! there isnt a real limit to how many characters you can ask for per request but it should be noted that the more characters there are, the shorter each section will likely be

list of characters i will write for!

if a character has a * by their name there will be added notes on how i write for them/special rules stated after the list

Slenderman

Trenderman

Splendorman

Masky/Tim*

Hoodie/Brian*

Laughing Jack

Eyeless Jack

Ticci Toby**

Jeff*

Jane*

Ben*

Nina*

Puppeteer*

Bloody Painter*

Zalgo*(?)

added character notes:

for characters that are minors in their source (jeff, jane, ben, and toby and nina) i will not be writing any romantic hcs; thats just a personal boundary of mine and while i dont think its particually gross or problematic depending on context, its not something i myself feel comfortable writing for! however i am more than willing to write platonic or family hcs for the characters stated above!

onto the proxies! im still figuring out how i wanna write them but i wanted to blend together the creepypasta take and the og marble hornets version into something new (mostly for my au) however due to my brain forgetting most the stuff that happens in MH (i gotta rewatch it, bad) it more so leans into the creepypasta take of these characters! i also by default write tim and masky as different characters, and the same for brian !!

main reason for puppeteer and bloody painter having the star is because im not too well versed in their lore but im willing to write them! though i am struggling to find a consistent source on helens age so ill be going off the fandom wiki (with a grain of salt) that hes in his 20s-

zalgo is a weird case because in my au he does indeed exist but also isnt?? okay so hes more so this untouchable being/mostly nontangible; like the dude is more so like a sentient force of nature bordering on something incomprehensible rather than being a person; more of a concept if anything... but because i want a challenge, and because i need to flesh him out in general im making him an available character!

but yeah i think thats mostly it! this post ended up being longer than i intended but i fully blame that on me being totally incapable of shortening things down 😭😭

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagines #laughing jack x reader #eyeless jack x reader #slenderman x reader #splendorman x reader #trenderman x reader #puppeteer x reader #bloody painter x reader #zalgo x reader #crp #masky x reader #hoodie x reader

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