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[rmview]

Hiii! Still me, from the eaten tumblr ask. It was about skz dating another member's sibling 😔 so I think it was eaten, since it's not necessarily angst. Lemme know. In any case feel free to decline, ofc. Love ya!

hiiii <3 thank you so much for reading, and i apologize for the long wait!

[amerricanartwork]

Every time I see your art I want to crunch it like hard candy/pos

Thank you! I put lots of effort into making appealing art! In fact I often don't accept anything less!

Also I interpreted "hard candy" as rock candy initially (I guess my brain forgot that suckers and peppermints and jawbreakers and whatnot exist) so, uh... I made this little sketch based on it!

Here's some more art to crunch on!

[joocomics]

gawdddaamnn im seated for ur special holidays!!!! cant wait :p also what do you think about member's sex drive... and what's make them hornieeee :o

tysm glad to hear it babe 🥹 i’ve shared my thoughts on their sex drive right here

onto the next question… i’m gonna share less and more specific things that i think might make their skin run hot or straight up pop a boner

gunil: your curves especially your ass whenever you wear tighter clothing. whenever you touch his biceps or hold your hand on his thigh for longer when he’s driving. pretty lingerie sets especially if they come with stockings. when you wear a nice perfume and he can breathe it in from your neck as he hugs you from behind. compliments (especially if he just helped you out with something)

jungsu: short skirts. whispering at his ear. when you run your hand through his hair and tug to push his head back. when you bite your lip without realising. cute pajama sets that compliment your ass when you rest on your tummy. seeing you get flustered from his compliments or praises. size difference especially if his size causes obvious reactions in you (gasps, whimpers, chuckles). your nails against his skin.

jiseok: banter mixed with flirting. when you bite his lip. unexpected sexy selfies throughout the day. when you walk around in just a t-shirt and panties underneath. when you make him give you a massage (he always goes for your ass). begging. when you wear shirts that expose your cleavage. replying to his remarks with “make me.”

seungmin: eye contact. playful touches under the table in public. sexting especially if you’re the one who started it. seeing your hickeys the next day. licking or straight up sucking on his fingers. kissing his lower tummy. gushing over his body and calling it mine. playfully biting his biceps. your humming between kisses.

hyeongjun: sitting on his lap. when you complain that your boobs are sore during your period. taking showers together or just seeing you come out of the shower. when you’re fighting but it’s about something stupid (he finds it sexy when you’re about to throw hands at him). when you sneak your hand under his shirt as you’re laying your head on his chest. keeping your hand around his neck when you make out.

jooyeon: when you don’t wear a bra (especially when you’re wearing fitted tops at home and he can pinch your nipples). calling him a good boy. when you wear his baggy clothes around the house. pulling his hair when you make out. when you act jealous and possessive. kissing his neck. when you rest your head on his lap. play fighting.

[joshsindigostreak]

Spotify knew what I was writing…

Coming soon…

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[bekolxeram]

Searing hot take

Most of the time, I think which side you take in the breakup says more about you than whose fault it is, or even the characters themselves.

I mean it in the most affectionate way possible.

Every post I see in the bucktommy tag explaining why you side with Buck/Tommy (or even the 118 for discouraging Buck from contacting Tommy), is like a glimpse into your attachment style, your experience, your trauma.

Sometimes I really want to ask, what happened? Who hurt you? But it'll definitely come off as rude, condescending and overstepping.

So maybe what I want to ask is, how are you holding up? Does it hurt less now that we've had a month to process? Will you be okay? Can we do anything to make one another feel better?

[askexecutiveproton]

(can't find any indication if the ask was open or not so i'm sorry if it isn't!) Thank you for doing a service. Please I would just like to give this man a smooch and tell him he does a good job

(Absolutely in love with how you draw Proton and Steven 😭🩷)

Thank you so much!!! I always keep Proton's box open, but you can probably see my activity has been poor since between my career and working on my master's degree, I haven't had much time or energy to put into the blogs. But sometimes I get the urge to draw the Worst Guy Ever, so Proton will always accept questions!

[brian-in-finance]

This is fantastic! Can't wait for April 2025 for The Amateur to be released in the theaters. Caitriona seems to have made another excellent acting choice. 🎥💗👏👏👏

Comment made after attending the movie's private screening:

"I signed an NDA so I can’t say anything but in 9 months you’ll agree she’s making excellent decisions for her film career and her talent & range is even bigger than we’ve seen. The best is yet to come".

https://x.com/mushka_lives/status/1821713654502559774

Thanks for the message, Anon. 😃

Twitter

And before anyone says, “Oh, Mushka. 🙄 So much for impartiality.”

She beat you to it. 😂

Twitter

Remember… very excited to be joining this amazing cast!! This is going to be a fun one. 💙 — Caitríona Balfe, Instagram, 21 May 2023

[hahskeleton]

helloo!! hope youre having a good day :3

was wondering if i could get a drabble of the dca helping reader with something medical? sickfic, stitches, yadda yadda. reader being embarrassed, the whole "i can do it myself" shabang. im a sucker for "patching up" tropes </3 im CURSED!!

Title: Sick but Fine

Word Count: 1,492

CW: nothing, just a lil bit of sick y/n

You hurried through the rain up to the huge doors of the Pizzaplex, feeling heavy-headed and congested. Your body ached and protested that you stay home today, but you couldn’t miss work.

To clear your head of any thoughts of sickness, you thought about how you were probably supposed to take the employee entrance, but why did it matter? Nobody would care, and nobody does. Besides, the front entrance has a much warmer welcome than the old door in the back.

But putting that aside, you rushed through the crowds to get to the daycare. You were already late, trying to push through the sea of people going to see the band’s show was going to make you even more late.

You swore half these people saw the show every day. How does it never get old? You never saw it more than once. Other than that, you only heard kids begging Sun and Moon to take them to see it. The answer was always no.

You finally made it to the doors leading to the Superstar Daycare, and as you entered the completely empty lobby, you sneezed. And you sneezed again. And again. And again. You stopped in the dead center of the room and calmed yourself down. You weren’t supposed to come to work sick. You had to do everything in your power to make sure that Vanessa didn’t find out you had a fever, she’d kick you out.

The final breath you took before you left the lobby was deep and long, and then you left for the stairs and went down to the entrance. Before you opened the large doors to the daycare, you rubbed your eyes and stood a little taller, trying to pass the I’m not sick look.

Finally, you pushed open one of the doors and stepped into the brightly lit daycare. A few kids ran around away from the rest of the children, and over by the ball pit was Sun playing who knows what with quite a few kids. He looked up at you, and his rays spun around, clearly quite happy to see you.

You waved and took your route to the main desk, setting your plastic water bottle next to the computer. “Sunshine!” You jumped, and though Sun did this nearly every day, his popping up suddenly caught you off guard each time.

You cleared your throat, “Hey, Sunny.” You smiled at him.

Sun leaned over the desk and watched you for a moment as you pulled out your chair and sat down. You heard the sunbot say your name with a bit of concern.

Your mind snapped to how you looked—probably a little under the weather. “Yeah?” You replied, acting oblivious.

Sun stood up straight and gestured his hands accordingly as he spoke, “You look a little rosy-cheeked today! Everything's all right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, why?” You lied.

Sun twitched, “Sunflower, you seem… are- are you sure you should be coming into work today? I- I mean, it’s not that we don’t want you here! Moony and I- I mean, you just look unwell, do you have…” He reached over the desk in an attempt to feel your forehead for a fever. You knew you were flaring up, so as Sun tried to place a hand on your forehead, you pushed it away and said, “I’m fine, Sun.”

He would frown, and then he groaned with displeasure, “If you say so...” You stood up from the desk and stretched, “Oh, could you grab the box of art supplies from the closet, please?” Sun chimed, his rays swaying blissfully as he walked along.

You nodded and left for the closet. Sun waved you off and then turned back to the children.

“Moony… I don’t think-”

“Neither do I. They are sick.” Moon’s voice rang from inside Sun’s head, the moon and the sun animatronics speaking through their shared headspace.

“What do you think...? Should we help? Or should we… leave them be?” Sun asked, looking back, scanning around for you even though he just sent you to the closet.

“Leave it to me.” Moon said without hesitation, immediately thinking up a plan.  

You took the box of art supplies from the closet, wandered back to the daycare, and dropped it on the counter. Sun turned around and sighed, then he called all the kids to the tables and signaled for you to bring the box over. You did as you were told and lugged it over, plopping it on the ground beside Sun. “Thank you, Sunshine!” He beamed with enthusiasm, digging through the box and grabbing what he needed.

You watched as he started to pass out the art supplies, and you started to space out.

You were tired. You felt someone tap your shoulder, and you snapped out of it, shaking your head vaguely as you realized Sun had been talking to you. “Sunbite…? You okay?”

You nodded, “Oh, yeah, sorry. I just spaced out for a moment.”

Sun’s brows knitted, but he just turned back to the kids and supervised them. Eventually he sat down and started to color with the rest of the kids, and so did you.

Before you knew it, nap time came around. You went back behind the desk and waited for the lights to go out. Maybe you could get at least five minutes of rest while Moon was taking care of the kids.

Finally, the lights dimmed and went dark. There were a few clicking sounds and the sound of shifting metal, and that told you that Sun and Moon were switching.

The next thing you knew, Moon peeked over the desk at you. "Hey, Moon.” You smiled at him.

He popped up onto the desk, crouching on it as a perch, “Hello, starlight~!” He hummed, his sharp teeth spreading in a wide grin.

“The kids are looking for you.” You said, looking past Moon. “I’m aware.” He jumped down from the desk and lingered behind it, “I’ll be back in a moment,” he whispered, heading off into the darkness to fulfill his job.

Just like he said he would, Moon returned to the desk. But you didn’t see him. He came stealthily from behind and grabbed you, pulling you off your chair.

“MOON!” You whisper-screamed, mindful of the kids that were sleeping.

He shifted you into a position in his arms where one arm held your legs, the other your back and head. He ignored your squirming and complaining and started to walk away from the desk.

Moon’s skyhook came down and attached to his back, and then he was carried up to the platform where his room was. “Moon, what are you doing…!?” You hissed, pushing to get out of his arms.

He walked off the balcony, detaching his hook, and went into his and Sun’s room. It was messy but cozy, with soft lights hanging from the ceiling that weren’t enough for Sun to come out, and blankets and pillows everywhere. There were cleaning supplies and other daycare products in some corners, too.

Moon carried you to a couch in the corner and plopped you down onto it. You tried to stand, but Moon pushed you back onto the red sofa.

“Lay down.” He demanded simply.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, folding your arms over your chest.

“You are sick. You need to rest, so I am putting you to sleep.”

“I am NOT sick! I’m fine!” You hollered in a mutter, standing from the couch and taking a few steps away before Moon inevitably pushed you back onto the couch.

“I don’t care whether you think you’re fine or not. You are going to rest because you are not fine.” Moon grabbed a blanket and a bunch of pillows. He lifted your head and placed a pillow behind you, then covered you with a blanket.

You shook him away, “I can take care of myself, Moon.” You took the blanket off and turned your body, planting your feet to stand, when you suddenly had a huge, painful coughing fit. Your chest felt like it was burning and on fire, and your throat was dry and sore.

Moon just watched you from across the room, arms crossed and a monotone expression. “So. How’s being fine going for you, Starlight?” He murmured, his eyes narrowing.

You shot him a glare, “All right, fine…” You laid back down and covered yourself up, “I’ll sleep…” You moped, turning yourself so you were facing the couch and not Moon.

You heard Moon shuffle closer to you, and then he sat beside the couch. You turned over and looked at him, but he didn’t look at you.

Your arm hung over the edge of the sofa, your fingers barely brushing the hard ground. Moon looked at your hand and thought for a moment before he mended his fingers into yours.

It was silent.

It was calm.

“Thanks, Moon…” you said under your breath, your eyes closing with heaviness and comfort.

He sighed, “Any time, Starlight.”

[yawujin]

Hello!! Fouls you maybe write hetalia characters (i don't mind who, but preferably include america & romano <3) with a reader who is really paranoid/hallucinates? I've been having a tough time lately, hopefully this isn't too much to ask for. 🩷

ofc it's not too much to ask for <3 here's to a much better year for you, anon 🥂 hope you're doing better !!!

{ request } america & romano x reader ♡

type • helping reader feel better , comfort , america wants to be the hero , they/them pronouns used

america/alfred f. jones

helps them keep their mind occupied by offering to do their favorite activities with them

tells them that he'll be around for as long as they need him by their side, giving them the reassurance they need so they feel safe

"see? i'm right here! and as long as i'm here, you'll be a-okay!!" he gives them his signature wink and thumbs up pose

he does care about them, truly, but he feels as though he needs to add an optimistic element to any situation

romano/lovino vargas

he gets quite anxious himself in situations like these but realizes he can't show it as he usually does

he needs to stay grounded, for their sake

not wanting to elevate their own levels of anxiousness and paranoia, he centers taking care of their needs before his own need for expressing his intense emotions

he asks if they need anything constantly, and is willing to do a few breathing exercises in order to help them relax and not panic any further

[rmview]

Absolutely love your "they say something hurtful, ENHYPEN." drabble. Wish there was a continuation cuz I was so intrigued.

thank you so much for reading! i’m so glad you liked it <3 and yes, there’s a little continuation in the works, and it’ll be out soon!

[a2zillustration]

Hello! For the "Get to know my tav" post: what's Croissants favorite spell/cantrip?

This one was asked twice! First answer from the get to know your tav list of questions. As always, feel free to ask more if you want!

[[ All Croissant Adventures (chronological, desktop) ]]

[[ All Croissant Adventures (app) ]]

[violetmuses]

Roman came back and I don't even know what to write about! 👀 🖊

@episodes-ff @expert-texpert @persethegawd @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @babybratzmaraj 🏷

[vellichorom]

I personally think the first official design of Thierry makes him look like he's in his late 30's but his current gives off 70's vibes

rejoice, i have learned how to draw older & fatter men ( & i will always be learning how to do it better )....

[fancifulflora]

(SFW) been wanting to cry for some angsty stuff for ATOC, can I request a hc list of how would X, D, R and A react when the Crown is fatally injured, possibly shot by an arrow or stabbed?

Maybe an extra rrq that the Crown is a gentle, cinnamon roll type, that overly kind soul you'd want the least to get hurt but yeah now they're dying

The editor for this tumblr ask literally crashed when i was almost done with X's entry and I've never felt more devastated in my entire life ksahkj. There is also something very similar to this prompt though, it's more about the Crown sacrificing themselves for the ROs. If you're interested in that I'll link it here

I apologize if this isn't the best but I'll try to redo what I can

Azad/Ashti

You were absolutely foolish to get yourself hurt. No matter how kind-hearted you may have been, the Imperial Guard was made to lay down their lives for you. Any injuries you sustained was a stain upon their honor, their own failure to complete their duties.

The Royal Protector fights the icy cold waves of guilt washing over them. They save the lectures and punishments for another time because all that matters in that moment is you.

Their first priority is to get you to safety, the only sign you may see of their inner turmoil not found in their words, but their actions.

The protector's hands shake ever so slightly as they apply pressure to your wounds, hoping to staunch that they can before the healers arrive. A cold sweat chills them down to their very core as they listen for your pulse- only to find it fading away by the second.

They try to reassure you, but it doesn't work. In desperation, they find themselves practically ordering you to keep your eyes open, to not leave them while they're trying to save your life- tightening your bandages up. The unspoken words of concern and love dying in their throat when they look up to see just why you haven't responded.

By the time the healers do arrive, it takes their combined effort to finally pry the Royal Protector from your side.

Dara/Delal

Having served in the military for so long, the General was used to the bloodshed and horror of it all. Gore, suffering, and pain were things they could stomach. Or a least, the ability to do so was required of them.

It's when they see the arrow impaled in your skin, smell the metallic scent of red staining their cloak that the General realizes they may have been wrong. A complex bundle of emotions stirs under those layers of armor, but they have the strength to push through and remain vigilant.

If not for you, then for their own sanity.

Without a second thought, they tear their cloak, torn strips used to either secure the arrow in place and prevent it from moving. If not that, then to help stop the bleeding of any wounds.

They hold their Crown close, all propriety forgotten as the only thing on their mind is you. You need them in this moment and the last thing they'd ever do is fail you. Even if it's killing them on the inside.

What you need in these moments is strength, a shoulder or person to lean on. Which is why they allow you to squeeze the life from their hands. They listen to your weakened voice, giving you the same, almost practiced, words of reassurance they've given countless others.

Yet something about the words this time shakes the General to their core. This time, it feels entirely too raw, like a hundred old wounds made fresh again. The feeling paralyzes them, the unadulterated fear deep in their hardened expression.

As the situation worsens and all seems lost, the General straightens themselves, remaining by your side and keeping a steadfast vigil by your side. Never once do they stray from you. Even as crowds of healers all frantically apply aid to no avail. They remain by your side even as the anguished cries from loyal allies and friends alike sound throughout the halls at news of the inevitable.

And there they remain, even when the last wisps of golden sunlight in those eyes of yours wither away.

Rozerîn/Rêzan

To say that you were everything to the Sorcerer would be an understatement. They had found themselves and their entire life turned upside down by your very being, your warmth and kindness endearing you to the Sorcerer.

You were their purpose, and their friend.

So it's surprise that when they rush to your side, panic and fear overtakes them. The tension is almost palpable in the air as they order, practically beg for others to secure your safety- to fetch the healers- to do something.

It's also in this very moment that they curse their own abilities, or lack thereof. Healing magic simply wasn't a big priority, especially when there were so many others who could look after your health and safety.

If only they had studied more - practiced more- perhaps paid more attention to their surroundings or kept a better eye over the many enemies of Arsur.

A gentle hand, your hand, frees them from the mental prison they were trapped in, lifting the weight of guilt and shame enough for them to focus on pouring every once of themselves to saving you.

You had saved them, been there by their side from the very start.

They had to return the favor, to repay you for all your trust.

Those sentiments ring through their head, repeated over and over again like a mantra as they feel a sharp pain in their skull. Hands trembling from the sheer amount of magic they were using.

The darkness, a very similar one you once saved them from sets its familiar claws into them, the Sorcerer collapsing besides you- their fists bunching up the fabric of your clothing. With what little strength they can muster, the Sorcerer pulls you to their chest, cradling their dying star to their chest.

Xelara/Xelef

The mercenary was a mess. Clever words had long left them by the time they reached your side. Instead there were only frantic, broken phrases of concern and orders to remain still less your wounds worsen.

It almost feels out of character for them, at least, for those who only knew the mercenary by reputation. Having lived the life they did and taking on a profession that exposes them to danger so very often; the Pale Sword had a relationship with death that bordered on being blasé. Even when other Crescent Blades fell in battle, their leader could keep a rational mind about it. For many, this helped to cement the band of mercenaries as relentless, a force to be reckoned with.

If only the gossip mongers and general public could see them now, form hunched over your own. The corner of their vision blurred from the stinging of tears threatening to spill.

They had expected an end like this for them, perhaps even desiring it over the withering they'd have to endure from aging, but for you? Nothing like this was supposed to happen to you. You were the Crown of Arsur. The leader of millions that all relied on you being safe and well. And, perhaps more importantly to the mercenary, you were also the keeper of their heart.

Were? No, you are the Crown of Arsur. And you will live through this. You have to. Otherwise...

The Pale Sword ends the notion right then and there, focusing on the present and being by your side. By now, they've done what they can for you, whether through what general first aid they know or through the healing magics of one of their Blades.

Moving you was out of the question, the very attempt to do so drawing a loud cry of pain from your lips. A wince of guilt burns in the mercenary as they pull back, trying to keep your focus on them instead of the carnage of battle.

The feeling of helplessness isn't an unfamiliar one to the mercenary, however, it's one that the Pale Sword despises to their very core. But what could they do for you that hasn't already been done? What could they do to ease your undeserved suffering?

What they do best.

Lie.

It only takes a moment for mercenary to pull their act together, a practiced, albeit softer smile, gracing their features. What would have been smoothed, honeyed lies of your condition fall flatter than they'd like. Your weak smile tells them as such, a weakened, forced laugh humoring the mercenary and giving them one last act of kindness they know deep down they do not deserve. Nevertheless, they embrace the comfort wholeheartedly, bringing the back of your chilled hands to their lips, their touch- their kiss, returning your gift with one last hug of warmth before the light in you fades away.

[joocomics]

dinna!! the junhan one is so- HOT?! like i can imagine him doing that to his fwb, BUT still jealous if his fwb fuck with other people. because he knew he is soooo much better especially on making his fwb cum so hard with his fingers 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻 I LOVE YOU FOR EXISTING AND WRITING THESE MASTERPIECES 💋💋💋❤️❤️❤️

— 🦭

OH YOU ARE SO RIGHT ON HIM GETTING JEALOUS 😭 you got me thinking about it now help… i don’t think i’ve ever written jealous junhan before? jealous fuckbuddy junhan - haven’t either (FOR SURE i would’ve remembered that)

he’d propose you to keep it all casual, just friends having fun, absolutely allowed to see other people, because you’re just friends and then you catch him staring, no - piercing you with his eyes - when you’re talking to other ppl at parties. interrupting your conversations when they get too close to you or start casually laying their hands somewhere on your body. and he’d be sooo confused at his own self, frustrated even, cause he’s not thinking of becoming serious with you, but then why does he hate seeing you with others? these emotions would def make him even more eager and determined to make you cum harder each time you see each other

btw, on nights when he’s jealous i don’t see him going like “does he make you feel this good? / “can he fuck you like that?” but more like “are you gonna beg him to make you cum?” / “do you scream like that for him too?” cause generally he’s not the type to get cocky (he doesn’t need to, your orgasms speak for themselves) and for some reason he likes torturing himself by asking such questions 🤷🏻‍♀️

i love this concept for him so much and ILY for bringing it up 🫵🏼 (not only for that ily in general anon 🥰🤎)

[tokeposts]

i feel like people who read smut fics are the most dry when it comes to feedback and interactions