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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where finding how you fit is a little like a puzzle-the 100,000 piece kind, not the 100 piece kind. or The twenty-seventh installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel series

Tags: Skz, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, Pack!Prequel, Skz!Pack Prequel, ABO, A/B/O, Omegaverse, Series, OT8, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin, Fluff, Angst, Skz imagines, Skz scenarios, FemReader

Genre: Light Angst, Fluff

A/N: I'm back! Sorry guys, I know it's been SOOOOO Long and yall have probably forgotten/given up on me, but I had to take a little sabbatical to keep my head above water in real life. But I've been here! Stalking and reading and checking comments and reblogs and messages. I love yall! <3 Thanks for being so patient with me!

Title: Call Me Anything at All, Just Don't Call Me Yours

“Dude, your fucking beta is killing me here.” 

You glance up as Jisung joins the cafeteria table, plopping down between Changbinn and Hyunjin, clearly frustrated about something, his voice a plaintive whine.

Changbin’s brow creases in slight confusion. “My beta? What, you mean Seungmin?” 

“Who else would I be fucking talking about?” Jisung grumbles, shooting a glare in the alpha’s direction, as he rips open the packet that contains his silverware with a little more force than necessary. 

“You, technically.” Felix points out helpfully from further down the table, giving Jisung a slightly teasing grin. 

“Yeah, ha ha, I’m killing myself, real funny, Lix.” Jisung mocks back, though his tone softens a little as he addresses the omega, because that’s just the effect Felix has on everyone. 

Jisung turns back to Changbin, slapping his palms down on the table. “But seriously, he’s weird as shit. Hot and cold all the time, man. I don’t ever know where I stand with him-not really-kind of like with Minho-hyung.” 

Beside you, Minho snorts softly. “Please, you’re always on thin fucking ice with me, Han Jisung. You know that.” 

Jisung shoots Minho an annoyed look, but continues badgering Changbin. “You gotta tell me the secret to crack the code, hyung. One second, I think we’re friends, the next, the guy barely has two words to say to me.” 

Changbin gives a slight shrug. “That’s just how Seungmin is.” 

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, trust me, Sungie, Seungmin is a tough nut to crack. We’ve been friends for a long time-study partners for longer-and there’s still days I think he’d rather murder me than be sat across the table from me. He’s hard to read, he keeps his feelings close to his chest.” 

“He’s also a slow mover.” Changbin points out. “Really takes his time to think things through, all the pros and cons, before he acts.” 

Minho snorts again, not looking up from his food. “Maybe he’s deciding the cons list is longer than the pros when it comes to being packmates with you, Jisung.” 

“Plus, he’s not all that affectionate. Skinship is kind of a struggle for him.” You remark thoughtfully, an observation you’ve had the longer you’ve gotten to be around Seungmin as a packmate, and not just a library buddy. 

He really only lets Changbin touch him openly. Maybe it’s a side effect of the whole moonmate thing. 

Biology. 

Jisung takes a swig of his soda and considers for a moment, furrowing his brow. “Well, have you guys been-” He clears his throat, motioning slightly with his hands in a flapping motion toward Changbin. “-you know, intimate?” 

You clear your throat at that, interjecting, trying to save Changbin the embarrassment of answering that question. “Intimacy can be a lot of things, Jisungie, you know, like when you and I and Seungmin showered together, or when Chan scents us, or trusting someone enough to talk to them about difficult subjects-” Hyunjin leans around the beta and stares directly at Changbin now. “No, he’s asking if you’ve fucked.” 

Down the table, Chan chokes on his food, and Jeongin openly covers a cackle with a well timed cough. 

Next to you, Minho mutters beneath his breath, “Jesus Christ.” 

Changbin clears his throat hard, and you note the tips of his ears going a bright red. “Well, yeah.” He gives a shrug, as if it’s not a big deal, but the way his muscles stiffen tells you he’d rather be anywhere but here right now, talking about this.

“You don’t have to talk about this, Bin-” Chan starts softly, shooting Jisung a warning look that practically screams head alpha.

Changbin waves him off, and Chan’s hackles visibly relax a little.

“He likes you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Changbin assures Jisung, throwing an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair with a large hand. “All of you. He’s just a little more cautious when it comes to showing it. With me, there’s the weird biological pull of moonmates or whatever, but with the rest of you, you just gotta be patient. But he likes you. He’s told me.” 

Jisung sighs, relaxing slightly at the alpha’s touch. “Fine. As long as there’s hope that one day we can fuck in your studio, I can live with that.” 

Changbin removes his arm so quickly from around the beta’s shoulders that it’s like he’s been burned. “Please don’t do that.” 

Jisung shoots him a wink. “No promises.” 

“Apparently he’s into degradation in bed if that makes you feel any better.” Hyunjin remarks offhandedly, picking at his salad with his fork. “You probably couldn’t handle that anyway.” 

Changbin chokes a little, glaring over Jisung’s head at the luna. “Hyun, you promised me when I told you that in confidence-” Changbin’s voice drops to a hiss. “-that you wouldn’t talk about it!” 

Hyunjin gives a slight shrug, glancing around at everyone’s stunned reactions. “What? There’s no secrets in the pack right?” 

Jisung’s jaw is on the floor. 

“He what?” 

“Oh my god.” Chan groans from down the table, fingers already kneading between his brows, staving off an oncoming headache. “This is not appropriate lunchroom conversation-” 

“Okay, okay.” You wave your hands. “You’re gonna give Chan an aneurysm. Let’s table the kink talk for a more private time and location, okay?” 

“Hah.” Jeongin snorts softly. “Table.” 

Minho elbows him hard. 

******

You’re watching Jisung practice something on his skateboard in front of the dorms-a kickflip maybe? You can’t remember what he called it-chin in hand, open textbook unread in your lap. 

“Shit.” Jisung swears as the skateboard clatters away from him once more, and he sighs, tucking it under his arm and coming to sit down beside you on the cold concrete of the steps. 

He bumps his shoulder into yours. “Why the long face?” 

You glance sidelong at him, wrinkling your nose slightly. “I don’t have a long face. I’m just thinking.” 

He arches a brow. “Okay, so what are you thinking so deeply about then?” 

You sigh, running a few fingers over the page of the textbook in your lap, considering for a brief moment. “I was thinking about Seungmin.” 

“Ah.” Jisung nods, tilting his head slightly. “What, about the fact that he’s into being called shit in bed? Because I for one did not see that coming.” 

“No!” You say a little too quickly, cheeks heating even despite the cool nip of the air. “No.” You repeat, a little more levelly this time. “Just-about how I relate, to what you said. I never really know how he feels about things.” 

Jisung leans back on his hands beside you, staring out at the campus for a moment. Finally, he says, “Yeah, he’s kind of a weird dude, huh? I mean, I know he’s into Changbin, but I don’t really know if he’s that into the whole idea of the pack.”

You glance sidelong at the beta sat beside you, and you note the way he bites his bottom lip, fingers drumming along the skateboard held in his lap. 

“I was kind of excited to have another beta around.” Jisung admits a little softly with a sigh, glancing down at the chipped orange paint that adorns his nails currently, courtesy of Hyunjin. “I dunno, until I moved to university, I never really spent a lot of time around others like me. And it’s nice, the dorms and the friends, but there’s something about having a potential packmate who just gets it that’s comforting, you know?” 

You nod, reaching out to put one of your gloved hands over his. “Yeah, I do. I know you’ve been through a lot, with the whole beta thing, and I was hopeful Seungmin could help you through some of the stuff you’re still dealing with.” 

Jisung gives you a slight smile, but it’s tight and doesn’t quite reach his large dark eyes. “I don’t even know if the guy likes me, noona, or if he just puts up with my company because of Changbin.” 

You sigh, glancing down at where your gloved fingers rest over Jisung’s chapped, red ones. “Well, at least he didn’t straight up tell you that he didn’t feel like that about you. That’s something.” 

Jisung snorts. “That’s because I didn’t ask like you did.” 

You swallow. “Yeah, well, I’m an idiot.” You huff out, glancing over at him and it’s your turn to give him the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite feel completely real or genuine. “I mean, I told him I loved him, and he didn’t say it back. So maybe his feelings really haven’t changed.” 

Jisung gives a slight shrug, and then knocks his shoulder into yours once more. The smell of detergent is strong in your nose, as if his beta is subconsciously trying to put out pheromones to soothe your obviously agitated alpha. 

“Hey. You said it yourself-the guy’s an enigma. We just gotta give him the time and space to figure it all out on his own.” 

You sigh, long and hard. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

Jisung leans his head on your shoulder, and you bury your nose into the soft knitted fabric of his beanie, breathing him in for a lingering moment. 

He squeezes your fingers. “If it’s any consolation, I said it back, remember? And it’s still true.” 

You give a little laugh at that, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.” 

You squeeze his fingers back in return, and then nudge the round, reddened apple of his cheek with your shoulder with a slight hint of a smile. 

“Now c’mon, that kickflip of yours isn’t gonna learn itself.” 

******

“I dunno, maybe I’m pushing too hard. Putting expectations on everyone that are unrealistic.” 

Yeosang glances over at you, breaths coming in harsh little pants in the cold morning air, his hands on his hips as he walks a few loose circles around where you stretch. 

“Betas are tricky. When Mingi joined the pack, I swear to god, the hyungs almost drove themselves crazy trying to figure out what he was thinking.” 

He drops down beside you on the sidewalk, leaning over to stretch out one long arm along the line of his leg, before he switches to the other side effortlessly. 

He’s barely panting from our run, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat in the early morning rays of weak sunlight. 

You blow out a breath, leaning your head back slightly to stare at the sky. “Jisung is losing his mind. He had this whole grand vision of what having another beta in the pack would mean, and Seungmin’s just-” You hesitate, considering for a moment, before you sigh again. “-not that.” 

Yeosang’s gaze flicks over to me, and he makes a little sound of understanding under his breath. “Mm. Yeah, when we all study together, I can tell the kid’s a little harder to read than most. Even for a beta.” He shifts, coming to his feet again as he rolls his ankles a little, then his arms and his neck, glancing down at me. “But he seems nice. And he seems to be into Changbin, so that’s a plus.” 

“That’s the thing though-” You admit, standing up too now, rolling your shoulders for a moment, before you tuck your earbuds back into your pocket. “-he likes Changbin, but does he like the rest of us?” 

Yeosang moves to stand in front of you , reaching up to push some loose strands of hair back from your jaw with a long finger, chilled from the morning air. He gives you a slight smile. “Wolves aren’t solitary creatures, babe. You know that. And with how smart Seungmin is-and how obsessed with biology-he knows that too. Just give him some time to warm up. It’s probably overwhelming, especially for a seemingly solitary guy like him.” 

You groan. “Fuck, you’re right, but do you have to be?” 

Yeosang chuckles at that, moving to bump his shoulder into yours as you turn to follow the sidewalk back toward campus and the bus stop. 

“Yes. It’s one of my many talents.” 

You arch a brow at him. “Being right?” 

Yeosang grins. “Never being wrong.” 

You roll your eyes and elbow him in the side. “They’re the same thing, idiot.” 

He laughs in response. “Trust me, they’re really not.” You walk in silence for a few moments, shoes scuffing the concrete, hands tucked into the pockets of your jackets, and then Yeosang asks, “Have you tried talking to him about all of this?” 

You scoff a little, shaking your head. “No, because what the hell am I supposed to say?” You move to walk in front of him, taking backward steps as you face him, pitching your voice into something akin to a fake version of your own. “‘Hey, Seungmin, weird question, but like, are you into us? Also, just wondering, but have your feelings changed about me? Oh, and Jisung would really like to fuck you, but he’s nervous you don’t even really like him, and by the way, Changbin totally told everyone you like to be degraded in bed.’” 

Yeosang’s eyes widen at that last part, his mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait, really?” 

You wave him off. “Yeah, well, technically Changbin told Hyunjin, who told everyone else, but that’s beside the point.” 

Yeosang whistles beneath his breath as we continue to walk. “Shit. Okay. Didn’t see that one coming, but good for him.” 

His tone is laced with slight surprise still, but mostly just open admiration and appreciation. 

You pull your phone from your pocket and glance at the time, groaning slightly. “Fuck. I have to go. I’m late for a lab and then I have a study session at the lib.” 

Yeosang arches a brow at that, a slight smirk coming to his full lips. “Oh, with you know who?” 

You stare him down, expression and voice deadpan. “No, I am not meeting Voldemort, The Dark Lord, for a study session, Sang. That’s just stupid.” 

Yeosang rolls his dark eyes, reaching out to shove you, but you dodge the halfhearted attack easily. 

“I’m talking about a certain beta.” 

“I know that.” You retort back, rolling your own eyes now. “Besides, even if Voldemort went here, he’d never be in the sciences department. Probably like arts and humanities or something.” 

“Or dance.” Yeosang points out thoughtfully. 

His suddenly wide eyed gaze meets your own, his mouth in a small ‘o.’

“Minho.” You both say together. 

Yeosang grins as you both laugh, reaching the bus stop. He bumps his shoulder into yours once more affectionately, as you separate to take different buses. 

“Good luck with your study session, babe.” He points a stern finger in your direction. “Talk to him.” 

You roll your eyes and wave him off. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll consider it. Say hi to Voldie for me when you pick up Hwa, will you?” 

Yeosang’s grin widens as he gives you a little salute. “Will do.” 

*****

“You’re staring again.” Seungmin comments without looking up from the page he’s working on, his pencil scratching rhythmically in the quiet of the library. 

You clear your throat, dropping your eyes back to your own textbook. “What? No, I’m not-” 

Seungmin sighs, shutting his notebook, and pushes his glasses up on top of his head as he angles to face you, expression unreadable. 

“All right. Out with it.” 

You’re taken off guard, glancing up at him in a slight panic, like a deer caught in headlights, eyes going wide as your mouth opens and closes a few times before you finally manage to choke out, “Out with what? I’m good. Fine even.” 

Seungmin snorts at that. “You haven’t stopped rereading that same page for the last half an hour. And I’m pretty sure you’ve been studying me more than anything else.” 

“Plus your scent is all wacked out.” He says with a slight wrinkle of his nose. “Even my limited faculties can tell that much.” 

You sigh, glancing down at the open book in your lap before you close it and set it aside, tapping your pen along the table for a brief moment as you consider how to word what you want to say. 

Finally, you get out softly, “Jisung is worried.” 

Seungmin’s brow ticks up a bit at that. “About me?” 

You give a slight shrug, not really looking at him, gaze on the pen flicking between your fingers. “I guess? He’s just worried because he doesn’t really know how you feel-” You glance at him then, and then away again. “-none of us do.” 

The eyebrow goes up another notch. “How I feel? About what?” 

You sigh, a slight sound of frustration now. “About everything? About him, about us, about the pack, about-” I throw a hand out. “-all of it.” 

You tap the pen down a little harder than necessary to punctuate the end of your sentence. “In case you haven’t noticed-” You point out in a mutter beneath your breath. “-you’re not the easiest guy to get a read on.” 

There is brief silence for a moment, and then Seungmin admits quietly, “Yeah, I know.” 

You flick your gaze up to his then, and see a hint of vulnerability in the depths of his dark eyes before he reaches up and scrubs across his face with the palm of his hand. 

“Look, (Y/N)-” He says on a sigh, and you tense up, preparing yourself for what he’s about to say next. Judging by the slight hint of burnt bitterness that now mars his orangey citrus scent, it’s probably not going to be what you want to hear.

Great, can’t wait to break the news to Jisung that the only other beta in the pack doesn’t even wanna be here. 

Seungmin smooths his palms on the table in front of him, staring at the pages of notes scrawled in his messy handwriting. “I know there are expectations. I knew that coming in. I know Jisung has expectations especially, and from what he’s told me about his past and how his parents wanted an alpha for a son, and all the struggles he went through as a beta to try and fit in, I don’t blame him. But I-” 

Seungmin gives a little shake of his head, and his gaze meets yours once more, lips pulled into the hint of a thin line. “I never went through anything like that. I was a beta, born into a family happy to be betas, and I never even thought twice about it. Never felt like I was somehow lacking, or less than, because it was all just biology. Nothing more. So I don’t really know how to-” He hesitates, seeming to struggle with his thoughts for a moment. 

“-relate.” You finish for him softly, and he gives a slight jerk of a nod. 

“Yeah.” He agrees. “But I’ve found I’ve had that problem all my life, not just with Jisung, not just with this, with everything.” He gives a tiny shake of his head, and a humorless sardonic smile curves his lips in the slightest way. “I don’t know how to relate to people. I never have. Maybe I’m missing some integral part of my own biology, because I know better than anyone that wolves are not loners, they’re pack oriented, but I’ve always always preferred to be alone. A lone wolf, I guess you’d say.” 

You study him for a moment and then you say softly, “There’s nothing wrong with that, Seungmin.” He heaves a sigh and leans back, staring up at the ceiling above us. “I guess not, but I guess, what I’m trying to say is-” He glances at you, expression going flat. “-I don’t know how to let you all in to understand me, if I don’t even understand myself.” 

Before you can second guess yourself, you reach out and cover one of his hands on the table with your own. “Hey.” When he looks at you, you give him the hint of a smile. “We’re all figuring this shit out, just the way you are.” 

He blows out a breath through his nose, almost like a sardonic sort of laugh. “Yeah? Well, you guys seem to have shit pretty figured out from my viewpoint.” 

You shake your head. “We don’t, trust me.” Your lips curve slightly as you stare at him, holding his gaze. “We’re a mess, we’re just pretty good at hiding it. Well, most of the time.” 

Seungmin stares at you for a long, silent moment. 

“I want to be what Jisung needs.” He finally admits, so softly it’s almost just a breath. “I want to be what Changbin wants. I want to be-” He blows another harsh breath out through his nose and drops your gaze. “-pack, but I’m just not sure where to begin. This is all new territory for me, and while I’m all about new discoveries in the scientific fields, my personal life is another matter entirely.” 

You give a little laugh at that, and note that he hasn’t pulled his hand back from your touch yet. 

That’s a good sign. 

“You don’t have to have it all figured out today. Just one step at a time.” You encourage softly, leaning down so you can meet his ducked gaze. “You can do that, right?” 

Seungmin sighs, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, I can do that.” 

“Good.” You sit back and blow out a breath, glancing down at your study materials spread out before you. “Now I don’t know about you, but I can’t study anymore tonight or I might go blind.” 

Seungmin nods, surprisingly, and begins to pack up his materials. 

After another brief moment of silence, he asks suddenly, “What about you?” 

You shove another handful of pens and papers into your backpack without looking up. “What about me?” 

Seungmin makes a noise that clearly signifies he thinks you’re being obtuse on purpose, and you can feel his annoyed stare burning holes in the side of your head. 

“You know, don’t you wanna know how I feel about you? Now that I’ve had some time?” 

You freeze, swallowing, and then force yourself to resume your previous activities of packing up and getting ready to leave. 

“I mean, not really. I figure you’ll tell me that when you’re ready.” 

Lies. 

You wanna know so bad it’s driving yourself and your wolf crazy. 

You busy yourself with lining up your highlighters back in their designated case, just so your antsy fingers have something to do. 

“You know-” Seungmin states suddenly, voice even, tone neutral. “For a long time, I thought I was asexual.” Your eyes jerk up in surprise to meet his own, lips parting slightly. 

“You don’t have to-” 

He waves you off, pulling his glasses off his head and carefully folding them to stow in their case as he talks. 

“No, it’s fine. I want to.” He glances to you then, a slight smile curving his lips. “I’m supposed to be pushing myself right? Opening up so you can get to know me better?” 

You swallow and give a slight nod. 

“You know, the whole lone wolf thing from before? I didn’t really ever feel the need to be involved with anyone like that. Didn’t think I needed it, felt complete without it. And then-” He sighs, and a slight flicker of annoyance crosses his pretty features. “I met Changbin.” 

“Changbin.” You breathe in slight agreement, and your lips twitch upward a little at the other alpha’s name. “Yeah, he tends to have that effect on people.” 

“Mm.” Seungmin nods in slight agreement. “So then, I thought, well, maybe it’s just biology, but maybe I don’t really want to be alone, not quite like that. But then I think-” He considers you for a long moment. “-I met you, and we became friends, and I liked your company, but then you asked me if I could ever like you like I liked Changbin.” You cringe slightly at that. “Oh god, can we just pretend that conversation never happened?” 

“No.” Seungmin responds back immediately. He arches a brow. “It made me think you know. About myself. About what I wanted. It was good for me.” 

“Glad to help.” You mumble back, your cheeks flushed slightly in an irritated sort of hot feeling blush. 

“I considered that maybe, after you asked me that, that I was just into guys.” Seungmin admits in a softer sort of voice, but still matter of factly. 

“Oh, so it’s my gender, got it.” You retort back, avoiding his gaze. 

“No.” He shakes his head at that. “I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t really care about gender, not in the long run of things. I think I’m more into people themselves, their personalities, and how they handle mine.” “Great, so it’s just my personality then.” You blurt out, throwing out your hands now. 

“No.” Seungmin repeats a little bit more firmly, sharper. “You’re not listening to me.” 

You give a little sharp laugh at that. “It’s really fucking hard to listen to you when we’ve been studying shit that turns my brain to mush for the last four hours.” 

Seungmin’s hand covers your own, and you freeze, gaze flicking to him, mouth slightly agape, words instantly dying off. 

“I-” He says firmly, taking in a sort of shaky breath, his fingers still resting a little bit awkwardly on top of your own. “-like you. You, (Y/N). I like the way you make me feel accepted, I like that you listen to my ramblings about scientific findings, I like that you don’t push me to go further than I’m comfortable, and I like that we started as friends first, and you’ve given me time and patience to explore where this could potentially go. At my own pace.” 

You stare at him for another beat and then, “I’m sorry. If what I said in the shower made you uncomfortable.” 

His lips curve slightly at that, his nose wrinkling with the hint of a smile. “It didn’t. In fact, it kind of surprised me that I liked hearing it. Just-” He blows out a breath. “-give me some time to figure out my shit okay?” 

You nod, curling your fingers around his own. “Yeah, I can do that.” 

Seungmin nods, and removing his hand from yours, begins to move to pack away the rest of his things. “Now c’mon, I promised Jisung we’d be in time to watch a movie with him.” 

You grin, standing up and slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “It’s gonna be one of those cheesy action flicks he loves, you know that right?” 

Seungmin sighs, but his voice is filled with affectionate amusement. “Yeah, I know.” He glances at you with a lift of his brow. “But anything for our boy, right?” 

You grin back at him, knocking your arm into his as you walk. “Anything for our boy.” 

As you walk down the stairs that lead out of the library, shoulder to shoulder, he slides his hand into yours. 

[shysuccubusstuff]

Boyfriend! Caleb:

Content: SFW headcanons; jealousy

Note: Thanks for this one fanart of Caleb falling for MC's tactics just cause he loves her too much. Have you all noticed that I'm now turning to more SFW content? I feel as if I'm turning from a crow into a dove--. Btw, thanks for all those who like, comment and reblog my content, it makes me feel very happy!! Hope everyone is having a great week.

Caleb, who suddenly returns after his apparent death, face just as handsome as the one you saw every night in your dreams. He returns to you just as suddenly as you both met, and as you go rushing to hug him, you notice something strange in his demeanor. His face is smiling, yet it is apparent that there is something else in his gaze... some kind of hunger, something primal that he had been trying to lock away.

Caleb, who starts to act cold towards you, trying to run away from every little physical contact you tried to do, his mind still conflicted as he was now aware of what had truly brought the two of you together. It wasn't Josephine's love for the two, but something much more obscure... something that he was trying to keep hidden from you as long as he could try, at least.

Caleb, who starts to warm up to you. He starts to allow your touches, even if these are just minimal, but what starts with light brushes between each other's fingertips, soon turns into the both of you holding hands, with you creating excuses such as: "being afraid of getting separated in the middle of the Glint Photoboot" or "needing some comfort as you have grown scared of the darkness". Despite Caleb's head moves in disagreement, he does as you ask him, taking your hand and enveloping your whole hand with his as he lets a whisper escape his lips: "You never change...".

Caleb, who starts to go back to his old ways. Caleb's hands are always there for you, reaching out in case you trip while walking. Other times, his hands are held out for you while the two of you share a little treat together, his hands playing with yours as he listens to you speak about how today's work was much more difficult than usual, or how you really wanted to check that new place that had recently opened in the city center.

Caleb, who almost falls to his knees the moment he hears your confession. The two of you were drinking some tea at your place while watching some corny old soap opera, when you suddenly spoke those words: "I wouldn't mind us becoming a couple." He looks at you for a few seconds, his shock being apparent as his hands start to shake a bit, he moves closer to you, just enough for him to see your full face. "...What... what do you mean by that?" Caleb's purple orbes lock with yours, face slightly flushed as he tries his best not to burn his hand with the recently boiled water that he was carring inside the teacups. "I love you, Caleb, wasn't I clear enough during all these months?" Caleb's face becomes even redder, his hands start to shake even more, quickly leaving the cups in case he would actually spill them. "I... I just thought you were still thinking about our childhood--- I never imagined that you would actually--..." Caleb's words start to blend with each other, his mind rushing as he tried to understand everything that was going on at that moment. Irritated, you suddenly approached him, your hands locking behind his neck just so you could pull him closer, your lips crashing against his in a fast kiss.

B! Caleb, who finally surrenders to your approaches, allowing himself to become more and more starved. His hands start to move from your hands to your hips, his thumbs making small circles over it as he waited for you to stop talking with that grey haired man that lived nextdoor. Caleb standing behind you as he keeps glaring at him with an unamused look, his arms wrapping around your waist as a less threatening way of showing his closer position as not only your childhood friend, but your boyfriend.

B! Caleb who loves posting things with you. He is the kind of guy who loves having a private yet public relationship, the one that loves posting photos of the two of you, always avoiding showing your face in case someone of his work tried to get a bit too close to you. he just can't help it you know? Having a pretty girlfriend is so hard when he has to keep restraining himself from trying to get you as attached to him as possible.

B! Caleb who loves sharing the bed with you, his hands wrapping around you as he nuzzles against the crook of your neck, his hair tickling you as he starts to doze off, his breath slowly steading as he is finally able to rest. After twisting and turning for over ten minutes, you were about to get up, but just as you were about to do so, Caleb started to grunt, his nose scrunching as he started to hug you with more strength as you kept trying to get him to release you. "...Don't go... I love you." Caleb's grip only tightens, one of his legs suddenly wrapping around yours as if he was some kind of trap. "Just sleep... shhh." In the end, you have to surrender, moving a bit just so you could hide your face on the curve of his neck, his comforting scent making you feel at ease and slowly making you drift to sleep.

[nightmare-niko]

Selfish Waltz [Bang Chan x reader]

warnings: toxic! Ish relationship, over working, fighting, angst

A/n: I know I said I was gonna write a Jake fic next and I am!! That one’s on the way! I just couldn’t get this idea out of my mind so… here u go!!

Yeah, 아무것도 아니란 듯 그저 우리는 춤을 추며 밤을 보내고 Yeah, 억지스러운 손짓에 뻔한 춤사위 다음 step은 무의미한걸 Yeah, 달아오를 것 하나 없어, 이 무도회는 무미건조 Yeah, 맹목적으로 오늘도 또 반복해, 매번 똑같아 우리만의

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Yet another long tiring day at work without a word from your boyfriend. It didn't bother you much anymore, honestly. Back when It had first started when the ‘honeymoon’ phase ended-- You'd beg for any kind of acknowledgment. you'd tell Chris that you didn't even need a conversation— just to know that he was okay. But these days you do not even bother. He didn't text, neither did you. It was the new normal.

You pulled your car into your parking spot in your apartment's parking garage. Chris’ car was in his assigned spot right next to yours, he was home early. You'd been spending so much time at your studio-- it was always dark when you came home. But it was usually passed midnight when Chris would come through the door.

When he started picking up work on the weekends— you did too. No point going crazy in an empty apartment when you could get so much work done.

You sigh to yourself as the hum of your car drowns out. the slow dread creeping into you. You honestly can't remember the last time you and Chris had an actual conversation. Or the last time you had a date night, or slept together-- you'd fallen too used to the routine. as if it meant nothing. the fact the man you loved couldn't even give you the time of day meant… nothing.

You check the clock, 9:45 pm. If you were lucky - Chan would be in his home studio working. He won't notice the bags under your eyes — or how you look like the walking dead. if he could overwork himself— so could you. Maybe you worked so well because of your shared stubborn, and unhealthy hard work ethic. Silence ate away at you as you used the elevator to your floor. Your heart pounded erratically as you entered the Keycode to your door. The entrance light was flicked on and Chris’ belongings Were Scattered around the area. You cursed at him under your breath for not putting his things away. you kick them out of the way as you take off your shoes, bag, and jacket and put them in the proper spot.

"You're home late, I didn't realize you changed your hours." You freeze as you come Face to face with Chris. Damnit.

You stammer awkwardly, "Well I didn't, I just kind of stay as long as I feel like staying.” You walk around him and into the Kitchen.

Chris Follows you, "Still you never stay this late.”

You sigh, enthusiastically opening the Fridge and looking into it. I've been coming home this late for months Chris. you're just never home to notice.”

“oh c'mon baby, don't be like that. You know the kids, and I are busy working on our comeback.”

You close the fridge empty-handed. "I'm not being like anything. You're busy, I am too. It's not that big of a deal." You avoid his gaze, electing to give up on your search for food.

“You look tired,"

You Sigh, again. “I am tired. I had a long day." You try to get around him for a second time, but he stops you.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?"

Your already thin patience is beginning to grow thinner. "I don't know, Chris, have I?" You feel yourself beginning to crack. "You're gone when I wake up and you come home when I'm asleep. Ask me that when you start taking care of yourself." You push by him before any more harsh words get thrown at him.

You don't expect him to follow you, today's short outburst will most likely be completely Ignored by Chris — Just as all of your other ones have. You enter the bathroom for a well-needed shower. Your muscles ached and screamed from the dance you worked so hard on choreographing For your YouTube channel. You'd been putting your all into it ever since your boyfriend Started coming home late. Maybe Chris was right, you hadn't really been taking care of yourself. But that didn't matter, You had to finish your project.

Steam billowed from your bathroom door as you made your way to your room For bed.

You hadn't even noticed your boyfriend on your shared bed until you turned around after putting on your pajamas.

The room is silent as you do your Skincare. Your mind, however, is far from it. You didn't understand why you two had ended up like this. Even on his busiest and hardest days before - he'd never go a whole day without texting you - or telling you about his day and how much he missed you.

Maybe he was seeing someone behind your back...

No - nothing about any of his recent behavior leads you to sincerely believe that.

Maybe he just doesn't love you anymore.

But if that was the case why hasn't he just left?

You catch a stray tear falling down your cheek. You can't cry- there's no use.

•

You wake once again to an empty bed. The sheets beside you are cold, he probably left before sunrise. You pat around on your nightstand for your phone to check the time. Damn - you had overslept. Slowly, you got out of bed. No use wasting the whole day. Maybe you'd treat yourself to a coffee at your favorite café-- Chris’ favorite café. After getting dressed, you packed your backpack for work. Since you had gotten a late start you'd have to compensate by staying later. Right as you go to leave, your phone begins to ring- ‘Channie🤍’ lights up your phone screen, along with a picture of your boyfriend and his adorable dog Berry. you consider ignoring the call completely, but you can't bring yourself to. You answer the call,

“Hello?”

"Hey..." his voice is small, “didn't think you'd answer.”

You swear you hear your heart crack. "I'll always answer when you call, channie. What's wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…”

"Just what? Chris?”

There's a beat of silence before he continues, “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You laugh softly, and for a moment, it feels like you haven't been icing each other out for the past few months. “Well here I am, I'm leaving for work, though. I'm staying late so don't wait ор, okay?”

"Later than yesterday??" His concern is noticeable, even through the phone.

"I don't know… maybe?” Oh, here he goes “why?”

"I just missed you, that's all… Hey, maybe we can do something together this weekend?”

“We’ll see Chris— I have to go now though.”

“Okay…” There’s silence on the line for a moment "I love you, always.”

"I love you too, Chris, always.” You hesitate to hang up but eventually bring yourself to hit the red button. The line goes dead and you let out a shaky breath.

It's a little past midnight when you come home. You're surprised to see Chan waiting for you in the living room. "I thought I told you not to wait.”

He ignores your statement, “Did you eat?”

the question stuns you, "Yeah-" You lied a little you had a snack during lunchtime and some coffee.

He gets up off of the sofa with a disappointed look on his face, “You need to eat baby. You are a dancer, you need energy.”

You scoff, "Why are you talking to me like I don't say this all the time for you to just ignore me?"

"c mon. Y/N, that's different.”

"How exactly? I want you to explain to me how this" You gesture between the two of you— ”Is different than what you did not even six months ago?? How is it when you're busy I have no right to show my concern but when I'm busy you get on my ass??" You feel your blood start to boil.

"Baby please-"

"It's like we have on good streak and then you're back to Ignoring me-- I'm sick of it Christopher. you haven't kissed me in weeks, we haven't done out in almost a year— I mean you don't even touch me anymore, Chris! If you want to break up with me just do it! I'm sick of this stupid dance we're doing!" Tears begin to pool, in your eyes.

He takes a step towards you, “Baby no— I don't— I'd *never. I'd never even think about breaking up with you. I love you.”

You throw your hands up in defeat. "Then I don't know what to do anymore Chris." Your voice cracks pathetically as you try your hardest to not sob. “This morning was the first time you've said it in months! What else am I supposed to think?!"

“I know-- I know and I'm sorry." He pulls you into him, "But please don't hurt yourself because of me. you need rest. proper rest.” Chan wipes your tears with his thumb. "I'll do better. I promise will. But you have to promise me that you'll Stop overworking yourself. I will too - for you, for us.”

Your vision is blurred From Your tears. “You promise?” You choke out.

"Promise,” he nods. patting your head calmingly. "How about I make you something and then we can go to bad? then tomorrow, I'm all yours.”

You nod gently. Chan takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen. He lifts you up to sit on the counter. You watch him lovingly as he prepares food for you. You eat together in the calm of your Kitchen, you honestly feel like you're dreaming.

When the two of you settle into bed together he holds you tightly. for the first time in months-- he holds you as you slip away into Slumber.

.

When you open your eyes, the sun abusing your poor eyes, Chris’ side of the bed is empty and cold.

You should have known better than that.

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[comatosebunny09]

Heya Bunny. Is everything alright?

Hello, anon, darling. Thank you for checking on me.

Fuck no, everything is not alright. Between people demanding writers write how they want, the morality police in the Love and Deepspace fandom, and people’s lack of self-awareness and manners on this app, I’m exhausted.

Writing for LADS is losing its luster to me. There is something new to complain about every day—someone new bitching, whether it be about characterization, morals, what they think is canon, dom vs sub, and things of that nature.

Every fandom I’ve been in for the past 20+ years has had some level of discourse, but LADS takes the cake. It’s no longer easy to ignore because people will intentionally tag their bitchfest posts in popular tags (i.e., sylus x reader, a tag I frequent because, hello? He’s fucking daddy) so that others can see them. I don’t even follow tags anymore because of it. Even if I’m not browsing tags, someone is intentionally reblogging something to stir the pot all over again.

I apologize, anon. I did not intend to use your ask to vent like this. I received the best advice today regarding interacting with the LADS community: don’t. I’ll post fics, interact with my moots, respond to comments, asks, and DMs, and keep it pushing. It’s mentally draining to do more than that. It’s exhausting trying to fellowship with anyone else in this fandom.

Thank you again for checking on me. I hope all is well. If you’re a follower or a mutual, thank you so much for your support.

[kkai-zen]

ᯓ★ oh damn, i feel like a HOTSHOT

──── featuring ITOSHI SAE.

summary: what happens when your famous pro-soccer player boyfriend ITOSHI SAE finds your Tumblr fan account for him?

contents: 18+ nsfw! MDNI. fem!sub!reader, dom!sae, p in v, porn w plot, established relationship, reader nicknames (sweetheart, pretty thing, dirty girl, slut, love), degradation, exhibitionism, mile high club!, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstim, creampie

a/n: second work for this series! it's kinda similar to the previous work i did for itoshi rin, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

wc: 1.6k

✰ .ᐟ your pro-athlete boyfriend ITOSHI SAE . . .

finds out about your Tumblr fan blog, "sae-dreams", on the private jet he booked to Spain when he gets curious about the nonstop notifications you're receiving.

your phone is constantly buzzing with all the interactions on your latest post—a smutty fanfic featuring sae himself, of course!

he scrolls through your blog when you leave your phone unattended for a moment.

he immediately gets cocky when he reads through your endless posts, everything from "fluffy bf!itoshi sae hcs" to "18+ NSFW possessive sae smut".

feels proud that he's got you that down bad for him. (aka, Sae loves how obsessed you are with him.)

drops subtle hints that he knows about your blog when you come back, but doesn't outright say it until after he's fucked you senseless.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bz-bzzt. Bzz-

Sae narrows his eyes at your phone. 

You’re too preoccupied admiring the stunning view outside the window of the private jet to notice, though. Humming to yourself, you tap out some rhythm on the armrest of your very comfortable seat, daydreaming about Spain.

“Aren’t you excited for Spain, Sae?”

“I’ve lived there for so long, so it doesn’t feel too special."

“Really?”

“Mm…yeah, I guess so,”

Sae murmurs, teal eyes still glaring at your vibrating phone. 

You pout. “Aw, c’mon, at least you’ll be able to relax in Spain instead of just training!” Standing up, you stretch your back and his gaze flits to you. “M’ gonna go use the bathroom,” you yawn, slipping through the spacious aisle and out of Sae’s view.

He watches your back vanish from sight before returning his gaze to your phone—which is still buzzing away. Who’s texting you so much?

Curiosity gets the better of him, and he slides your phone across the in-flight desk towards him before picking it up. Turning on your phone and flicking through the numerous notifications, he’s surprised to see that it's not texts, but rather:

sae-luvr-032, churchofitoshi, and 48 others liked your post.

stan-itoshi reblogged your post.

sae-sunshine started following you.

holywaterneeded, re-al-fan, and 50 others liked your post.

saeswetsock reblogged your post.

Eyebrow arching, Sae quickly swipes your phone open (because of course he knows your password), and taps open Tumblr. His eyes widen the slightest bit. What's all this?

Some time later, you crash back into your seat next to Sae (after exploring the way too luxurious bathroom). Your phone is placed exactly where you’d left it, but it’s not like you would’ve noticed otherwise—your attention is only drawn to it when you finally notice the incessant bzzt-bzzt-bzzt! of the notifications.

Picking it up, you blush the faintest pink at the reminder of your most recent blog post— [NSFW 18+] joining the mile high club with itoshi sae!

You quickly turn on 'do not disturb', deciding to check on your blog after you land in Spain; but naturally, Sae notices. 

“Who’s texting you?” He asks, a small smirk playing on his face.

You freeze. “N-nothin’, just a group chat,” you stammer unconvincingly.

“M’kay,” he hums, but there’s something suspicious simmering under his voice. 

“Y’know, I’ve really been into my fans’ social media accounts recently,” Sae muses. “They actually write a bunch of real interesting stuff,” he continues, leaning his head on his hand.

“Oh, yeah?” You force out a small laugh. “Mhm. Especially on Tumblr.” He forces down a chuckle at your barely-masked expression of panic. “Tumblr? Really?”

You can’t hide the disbelief in your voice. Itoshi Sae? The genius midfielder? On Tumblr?? There’s a thousand thoughts swirling in your head right now, and you don’t even notice the devilish smirk spreading on his face as he responds: “Yup. Tumblr.”

What if he finds my account? No, no way, right? Besides, it’s anonymous! He wouldn’t- he couldn’t possibly know it’s me, right?? You toy with your phone nervously as Sae watches, debating on what to say. But before you can open your mouth, Sae grabs your waist and lifts you onto his lap, facing him.

“Sae? What are you- hey!” You gasp as Sae dips his hand under your shirt, sliding his cool palm up your torso before pulling your bra up to expose your breasts. He doesn’t respond, only tilting his head up to admire your expression as he teases your nipples, already stiff from his ministrations and sticking out from your shirt. 

“A-ah, Sae, wai- mm!” Biting back a moan, you can’t help but grind against his erection as he squeezes at your nipples. He grunts at the friction, eyes closing for a brief second before he tears your shirt off and turns you around on his lap. 

Back pressed flush against his muscular chest, you whimper when a hand comes up to grab one of your tits, groping the soft flesh. The other hand other pops open the button of your pants and slips them off with ease before diving into your panties, already soaked with arousal. 

Sae bullies two fingers into your sopping hole, the pads of his fingers brushing and prodding at your most sensitive spots. In an attempt to muffle your whines, you slap a hand over your mouth—only for Sae to grab your wrist and pin it behind your back. 

“Ah-ah, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Wanna hear you make all those pretty sounds for me.” 

“B-but Sae- ah!” You cry out. “We-we shouldn’t do this- ah- on the plane- ngh!” Your cunt throbs as Sae starts massaging your clit in quick circles. He chuckles, breath tickling your ear. “Hm? You’ve really never thought about this before?” 

You moan, bucking your hips into his fingers, and when he promptly pulls out of you, you whine. “That’s what I thought,” he breathes, placing a soft kiss behind your ear. A pathetic croak slips out of your mouth as your dripping hole clenches around nothing, desperate for stimulation. 

You twist around, slamming your lips onto his with a bruising force, teething clacking together as your tongues clash. Your hands find the waistband of his pants, slipping them down to reveal his twitching cock standing straight and erect against his abs, drooling precum from the angry red mushroom tip. You’re panting for breath when you drag yourself away from his lips, but seeing your boyfriend’s flushed, uncharacteristically disheveled face makes it worth it. 

You almost smirk at him—but when he hooks his toned arms under your knees to pull your thighs to your shoulders, your eyes widen.

Oh-

Oh. 

Now, Sae’s the one smirking at you. “What’s wrong, my love?” He asks, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. “T-this position- I- mmm- fuck, Sae!” you damn near scream when he slams his rock-hard length into you, bottoming out in your wet heat. 

“Shhh, pretty thing,” Sae murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and you think it’s absolutely criminal how he sounds perfectly relaxed. “Can’t be screaming and crying yourself stupid on my dick right now…not here.” 

You clench around his cock at his words. “But you like this, don’t you?” Sae teases, rolling his hips into you, andthe sound of your slick rubbing and sticking to his cock is so lewd that it has your head spinning. “We could be caught any second, with you moaning like that. Dirty, dirty girl.” He tsks, before driving the rest of his shaft into you. 

“Mmpf- Sae, s-slow do-o-o-own!” You’re sobbing, moans slipping out in choppy rhythms as Sae drives himself into you at a punishing pace.

You want to tell him to stop, afraid that some unsuspecting flight attendant could walk by any second, but he feels so delicious inside of you, the stretch of his cock stirring your insides up in a way that has you seeing stars.

The thrill of it makes your pussy flutter around him, dripping even more beads of slick down onto his length. “You really are a slut for my cock,” Sae groans, and with one more vicious thrust, you can’t help but cry out his name as you hit your climax with a violent shudder, squirting over his bare thighs.

Waves of euphoria crash into you, puffy hole trembling as Sae’s cock spurts hot, thick ropes of cum into you, distending your stomach. Your head is thrown back, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth as you writhe in pleasure.

Gasping for air, chests heaving with exertion, and a fine sheen of sweat sticking the two of you together, you both slowly come down from the high of your orgasms.

You bask in the afterglow, still shivering as Sae pulls his softening length out of you. Cum drips out of your cunt, threatening to spill out onto the expensive seats, but Sae takes two fingers and presses the cum back into your overstimulated hole.

Moaning softly, your head falls back onto Sae’s shoulder as you try to catch your breath. “U-ugh, Sae,” you gasp. “You- coulda warned me, y’know…”

He lets out a breathless laugh, fingers still buried in your twitching hole. “Mm, but that’s not how you wrote it in your blog, right?”

You whip around, jaw dropping open. “So you did know!” You accuse, poking a finger into Sae’s chest. A smile curves at the edges of his mouth, and he brings a hand up to ruffle your hair.

“Let me read the rest of your posts, love.”

“No way!”

“…”

“…fine.”

[purple-space-aliens]

this is a long post (hence why it’s under a cut), but i want to preface this by saying i am not downplaying the experiences of anyone who has been in a p-shifter cult. that is a real experience and i can understand that. however it is mot a reason nor a weapon to use for reality checking random stranger on the internet whom you have never met. i am sick of seeing posts that reality check us and other for existing, so i’d like to talk about why to not do that

trigger warnings for talk of delusions and reality checking

very very blunt reminder that it is never your business to reality check anyone, ever. for starters, not all delusions are harmful, and it’s closed minded to think that way. not everything is just good or just bad. for some, these delusions can improve their lives, even if its not the common reality. would reality checking this do any positive things for the individual with said non harmful delusions? no. it would only tell them that you don’t care enough about their life or perspective to respect it

on the other paw, while there are bad and harmful delusions, you should not reality check these individuals either, especially if you don’t know them (reality checking should only be done if you have the consent of the one with delusions. that is the only circumstance in which it is okay). you are not “saving” anyone by doing so, and it can do more harm than good. by reality checking someone with harmful delusions, you are essentially telling them that you do not believe their cause of distress and you are effectively putting down problems that are very real to them for no reason. it is better to help them while still acknowledging their delusion as something that is very real for them, rather than pretending they can’t be hurt by it

lastly, reality checking fucking hurts. it confuses the mind a lot. being told that something very real to you isn’t real does not fix the problem, it only makes it more complex. it is difficult and confusing to keep up with both the very real feelings of your own beliefs and the fact that it isn’t real for anyone else. its distressing to know you’re surrounded by people who want to tell you its not real, but won’t raise a finger to actually help you with it

so think of it this way. how you would feel if someone told you that a core part of your reality isn’t real and that its hurting you, and before you know it they’re you behind in the dust to pick up the pieces and put them where they’re supposed to go for any ordinary individual without any sort of instructions whatsoever. you wouldn’t like it, so don’t do it to someone else. we’ve had experience with this before, so i’m speaking from past experiences. reality checking can ruin someone, so don’t do it

side note of yes you can reblog this if you’d like, and it would be nice if you could, but of course never feel obligated to reblog anything /gen

[slenbee]

Bot spam, adverts, communities, and you.

Hi everyone! I'm Bee, and today I'm writing this post to let others know of some ways to help combat Tumblr's current bot issue happening inside communities.

First, here's an index of this post:

Ways to help stop the bots from invading your communities.

How to spot a potential bot account and a bot invasion.

What a bot community looks like. (So you can report it!)

Long post under the cut with pictures and instructions on what to do if you want to do this or want others to maybe do this, so click read more and let us continue!

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To begin, here is the first step should absolutely take towards keeping your community free of bots.

1 - Deny them access.

If you own a community on tumblr?

Set it to request/invite to join.

It's that easy! How do I do this you ask?

Navigate to community settings > down to Joining, and set it to:

This means that anyone can request to join, but it's up to the admin's and the mods to accept those invites. If a blank blog* requests to join, you can easily deny those and just accept those that seem like real people. (&I'll explain what a blank blog is in a bit.)

If your community is small (say less than 500 people with less than 5 invites a week), this shouldn't be too bothersome if you remember to check it once or twice a week or so. :)

And if you're a member of a community that has an active admin:

Ask the admin to set it to request to join!

While this may not be the most ideal way of handling this issue, it never hurts to ask, right? You could always make a poll and see if others vote/feel the same way and maybe they'll change it, too. But, remember, it's up to the admin's discretion on if they want to actually do this. If they don't, then sadly you might have to either deal with it or make your own community if the admin/mods neglect to do their jobs. :(

Note: Staff are working on developing ways to help community admins better moderate their communities. This isn't just a 'we'll have to suffer through it' issue. It's just going to take time, is all.

Until we're given the tools to stop them, this is the only way that we (real people) are going to keep bots and blank blogs* out of our communities until tumblr staff comes up with a concrete way to keep them out.

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2 - How to spot a (possible) bot and a bot invasion.

Most bots now'a'days are what I like to call 'blank blogs'.

These type of blank accounts are also widely used by scammers. So if you're an artist and you get a DM from someone asking for a commission of their pet/son, yes, you are about to get scammed!

You can read more about this scam by clicking this link here.

While there have been a few mistaken users who have been caught up and mistaken as as a bot, once I removed them from my community they DM'd me back after I'd requested them to do so, and I explained to them how to change their profile banner, add a description, ect, and told them how reblogging worked on tumblr (as they honestly didn't know how the site worked), and we were all good after that!

My rule of thumb: Humans should do human things on the human website. If you don't, you aren't human.

Blank blogs (presumed to be bots,) are blogs that look like this:

Note the following with these 'blank' blogs:

No change in their background image. No change in their icon. (Just the default.) Generic randomly generated name or 'keysmash' name.* No posts or reblogs. They had 0 liked posts. Yet they were following dozens of people.

*These names can also be 3 English words slapped together to make a username. This is also a common tactic used by scammers (as I'd mentioned prior as well) as mentioned previously.

If you get a DM/ask from a blog like this (or ANY blog) and:

They ask for a commission of their son/daughter and/or their pet. They say 'hey pretty' and try to hit on you. (romance scam.) They try to offer you money to buy your art as a NFT (also a scam.) They try to sell you crypto or get you to invest. (obvious scam.) They try to sell you a product or service. (phishing scam) They try to get you to go off tumblr to a different website to 'talk'. They say they're a sugar daddy/mommy looking for a 'sugar baby'. They offer you some sort of free money. (nothing's free. it's a scam.) They offer you a job position or say <company> is hiring. They try to sell you HRT. (yes.. that's 100% a thing they're doing.)

It is all 100% an attempt to scam you.

Bots will sometimes join communities just for the sake of having people to target. Communities are full of people, so communities with more people are more likely to be targeted and joined by bots.

That's also why bigger Communities get more bot ad/p0rn ad spam.

Here is what a bot invasion looks like:

All blank blogs (I checked!) with no sign of human life.

All with random jibberish names, all joining on the same day.

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3 - What a bot community looks like. ....So you can report it!

I'm mentioning this part because I know there will be people who get curious and browse tumblr to find 'new things' and 'new interests'. And I'm here to point out what are the biggest and most obvious signs of bot made communities and/or communities made to scam.

Note: Do not join these communities, and do not, under any circumstance, click any of the links that are featured by these communities. They could very well take you to a phishing website or even something that gives you a virus. If you want to report them, just view the community, click the . . . at the top right corner and report it for spam unless it's doing something illegal. then report it as such.

Again. Don't let curiosity kill your phone/PC/Tablet. It's not worth it.

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The search.

So again, say you're new, and you like money. So you search 'money' in the tumblr search and then view communities.

As of right now, you'll see communities like this:

I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to point out the obvious as to which one of these was made by a bot/scammer.

So let's turn out focus to good ol 'Juwa 777 Download APK '

(Again. Do not actually go and download this.)

Things to note:

It only has one member. The admin. And viewing the admin? It is a blank blog.

The only post on this community... is an advertisement.

Thus it is pretty safe to say, a bot / scammer made this community.

Here is a second example further down the list:

Again, things to note:

One member (admin), blank blog, one post that's an advertisement.

Now here is one that's more 'tricky' as it has more members.

But the content itself is an obvious scam.

I won't show the members as a few are porn bots, but they follow the same theme of nonsensical names or 3 english words slapped together. They may reblog posts (usually porn...) or post things (again.. porn), but they're still bots.

If you see communities like these, make sure you report them. Just note if you report too many too fast (usually after 3) you'll get a 'oops try again later' bug for some reason and you'll have to wait to report more.

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So in conclusion: If you don't want bots, just don't let them in.

If you can't handle accepting invites, make someone a mod (who you trust) and let them help you accept new member invites. Divide the load and we can keep out the bots and keep our communities safe and clean until something is done about them.

Until then, please make sure to share this so others know what to do, and if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them in the comments. :)

-Bee

[weaselbeaselpants]

I don't mean block so she can't access ur blog whatsoever, I mean block for the sake of just not wanting to see her posts and not wanting to engage with her personally.

>>>Context: After Sai's (I still think very badly worded) talk about Palestine bloggers I blocked her for my own sake. Trying to warn and rationalize to other people what they out to do about a crisis and accounts that appear to exist out of nowhere possibly being bots isn't the problem. That is a thing; I know, Pro-Palestine people in my circle are all about verification and stoping to double check links and look over stories like this. What offended me then and still does was Sai's and that other user's obviously staunch opinion. Sai isn't antiPalestine but she's convinced that all donation bloggers are scams -> I know for a fact that is wrong, but it's obv an opinion she is not budging from. I don't feel like arguing with her or being told by her followers how I'm wrong unless they want a full-breakdown and expose of how I know that claim is false and unhelpful -> my focus then and now is on reblogging genuine gofundmes and supporting Palestine the way I know I can. Sai's take is to only support legit organizations. Mine is different. It's best we keep our distance on this topic. All that to say; the reason I blocked Sai isn't because I don't want her snooping around my stuff, it's so that I can keep my distance because blocking Sai means not personally seeing all her posts. I still do not think Sai is some horrible person but after what she said I just rlly don't want to hear from her.

You can use a block for whatever you want and I follow my friends' philosophy that that can be just putting up boundaries as well as serious 'don't access my blog'-grudges or reports.

And, frankly, you haven't supplied me with an answer to my second tagged comment there- HOW IS Sai 'just as bad' or 'the other side of the coin' as Lily? Your posts have not proved that evidence to me. Sai is herself pretty insensitive at times and opinionated on what she believes in; Lily is an abusive serial sockpuppeteer, abject racist/antisemite, abelist, and possible r@pist who I've never seen her even attempt to apologize for the things she's said. Lily wrote REALLY GRAPHIC cp, which continues to lie about it while she continues to pedojack others about their fictional tastes. Lily has been caught twice this last year wishing violence or suicide on two of her critics. Sai is a person that I don't particularly like or agree with; Lily is a deeply toxic, bad person. For what it's worth I have Lily, Mikay and a bunch of their followers also blocked so I don't have to see them and their 'Lily Orchard did nothing wrong' posts when I search anything. Tumblr's block system may be a one-scenario tool, but I'm allowed to use it as I want. I can block people I'm personally not talking to (Sai) and people who I don't think anyone should talk to (Lily).

Among Lily Orchard's tactics to try and sway people to her side/divest them from looking further into her crimes is to discredit her critics by insisting something else about them makes them unqualified. That SHE'S the abused one here and all this back and forth fighting is just "#drama" and not her being in scandal which she seems pretty damn guilty of. By insisting that Sai and the other Lorch critics are just as bad as Lily, you are giving Lily ammunition. You are making her more legitimate that she is in people's eyes. I don't think you want to do that but I ask you then to please just leave Sai alone as best you can.

Now, enjoy your own block.

sai and crew have entangled themselves in being the moral superior. it's their brand now. there's really no going back from it at this point, and when lily stops being a fruitful taget they have to try out new ones. that's their most recent activity.

A much more accurate statement is that their brand is being socially accepted internet bullies-- until it's their lunch money getting stolen. Suddenly it's not so funny anymore.

[kitchensinkchronicles]

my favorite part about being a phannie on here is when we have one of those “everything reminds me of them” or “do I even have to say anything” moments but we actually don’t say anything you can just tell we all thought the same thing because of the string of reblogs all from phannie blogs lmao

[unforth]

Ngl as a small business owner who puts out something extremely pirate-able and who has never earned enough to make a pay check, this...

...is extremely upsetting.

Do y'all realize that most small business are maybe a handful of people? Do y'all realize that company's like LLCs exist to protect owners from legal and financial repercussions if the company falls apart? I'm not a company because I have stockholders, I'm a company so that if the business goes bankrupt the banks can't seize my fucking house. It's not evil to use existing legal structures to protect my family's assets. It's not unreasonable to ask people not to steal from businesses like mine.

It's like on Tumblr when it's One Artist or One Author Doing The Thing Themself you guys are all about it but the minute anyone tries to collectivize to do better we go from One Person Against The World to The Embodiment of Capitistic Evil with no in between, which is especially insane coming from the website that claims to think individualism has turned toxic and we should do more with community organization. The minute lots of people are involved in a business, there HAS to be legal structures like contracts and shit to protect the people involved. The Lone Creator Forging a Path is great for that one person. What about everyone else?

And so... some of us try to make a company to lift up a group.

And then I see shit takes like this.

Maybe. Maybe DONT fucking pirate from literally anyone just cause they've got the word "company" I'm the name?

Maybe remember that for small businesses, yes even when they're a company, there's a single person, or a family, or a group of friends, who are working their asses off to build something, and actually? Stealing from them makes you a FUCKING DICK.

Like. You realize we're just people right? Other regular people trying to survive the dystopian hellscape that is the now?

Maybe stop acting like you're automatically entitled to the labor and creations of others solely because you've decided that there is an entire huge category of people it's okay to steal from.

Like honestly. What the fuck.

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[boomstab-papa]

from the website owner who bans you if you link to his blog

"We have a contractual obligation to try to make Live as successful as possible through the end of the year"???!!!!???!? (emphasis mine)

contractual with who???!!!?!?!

[hxlcyon]

hmm i should probably update my navi whenever i get free time

[thimbleb3rries]

ASFSBDJHKHDHAJF me when I

Anyone: /reblogs my art or writing

Me: /fucking RUSHES OVER TO SEE IF ANYTHING IS IN THE TAGS

[aashiqui-aashiqui]

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[cursed-peanut]

Before Sukuna was defeated, he hid your identity from history as well as he could. He wanted to make sure his beloved lover was never found by the sorcerers. However, after his death, no one was there to stop you from being found and sealed.

They would have killed you, but the love poetry and letters Sukuna had written to you was proof that you were his only weak point, so you were sealed in the fear that Sukuna could possibly return centuries later and you could be used to calm him as a back up.

Centuries later and the ancient sorcerers were right. The fearful King of Curses was revived and the higher ups of the Jujutsu world wanted Itadori Yuji executed for being his vessel.

However, Gojo Satoru had other plans.

Your prison realm was stored away deep within Jujutsu High, and he knew exactly where you were and how to unseal you.

“Where…am I? Who- who are you?”

“You are currently at Jujutsu High, a school that trains young sorcerers for the world ahead of them. And I am Gojo Satoru, a teacher here at Jujutsu High and the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. But don’t worry, I didn’t unseal you to hurt you.”

“What did you unseal me for then?” You have no clue what he’s talking about. You’ve been stuck in a cube for what felt like — and was — many many centuries. And this strange man with white hair and a blindfold is telling you about things you barely understand. Your head is spinning.

“I wanted to reunite you with someone.” The man turns around, waiting for you to follow. “Are you coming?”

“How do I know you won’t kill me?” You say shakily, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You’re so unbelievably scared.

“I won’t. I just want to bring you to someone you know. Someone you love. Sound good?” He finally turns to face you again. Even though he’s blindfolded, it’s like he can see you shaking on the floor.

You wearily bring yourself to your feet and purse your lips. “…okay.”

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Gojo: Hey, Yuji. I’m with someone

I’d like you to meet. Meet me at

the training field in 20 mins.

Yuji: Okay! See you soon Sensei.

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The walk to the training field felt long but also fascinating. Everything around you was so new! How long had you been in that cube? You’re pulled from your wonder when you see someone sitting on a step by the field. His fluffy pink hair reminds you so much of Sukuna it makes your heart break. You miss him so much. Perhaps Gojo has taken you to meet his descendant?

“Ah, Sensei! Who did you want me to meet?”

“Hello Yuji! I wanted to introduce you to someone very important. Say hello to L/N Y/N!”

“Oh, hello Mx. L/N! I’m Itadori Yuji.” He gives you a bright smile and a firm handshake.

“Hello…” There’s a beat of silence before Itadori turns to his teacher.

“So, why’d you want me to meet this person?-“

“How is Sukuna right now?” You perk up at this. Did he just say Sukuna? Was this kid Sukuna? No, definitely not. Then what…

“Huh? Well, he’s completely slient for once. It’s actually quite refreshing to not have his constant nagging- why’d you ask?” Suddenly an eye and a mouth apear under Itadori’s left eye.

“Y/N…”

“Huh- hey!” Itadori slaps his cheek to stop Sukuna from freaking you out.

“It’s okay, Yuji. Let it happen.”

“But-“

“Sukuna?” Itadori’s confusion intensifies when he sees you tearing up. Not out of sadness, but rather happiness and confusion. Just who are you?

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