#mun writes a thing with words

[countlessrealities]

Kink Meme: Edging (AR & SR)

Send a kink and my muse will rate it || Accepting !

"T-That's definitely a fuck yeah for me. I-It's a great way to keep you in the moment. I-Inching closer and close to getting what you want, b-but it's too fuckin' slow, an-and you can't think about anything else."

Sex is like drugs and booze for him. A distraction, a way to shut off his head. The more intense and the longer, the better.

"E-Edging your partner is lots of fun too. I-I know a certain someone w-who makes the prettiest whines w-when I do it to him.~"

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

"Uh, t-that's...I mean, yes? I-I find it...it feels really good!"

Why has he been involved in this? He doesn't want to talk about the sex stuff he likes with strangers. He can already feel his cheeks starting to get warm.

"I-I like it when they do it to me an-and also doing it. B-Because, you know, I like making my partners feel good an-and if they are into it, t-then it's fun for us both."

And he loves seeing their faces contorting in bliss over and over.

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

{ @mcltiples - because E-Rick was vaguely mentioned and I though he'd want to know all this xD }

[ayakoito]

Special shoutout to @reevezs!

Who manages to make my heart melt with one single reply 😭❤️

[heartspin2023]

"Her appearance so sweet that when sampling a taste of her -- the bitterness would shock "

[azrahelhasmoved]

in result to my last long ooc post; thank you all who messaged me and sent kind things. it means a lot. i love you guys and you're the real mvps.

[nyf-archive]

PSA to all my mutual !!! i am a shameless instant-reply partner !!! if im having a good day, feeling my muse and/or the interaction, i will rebolog very quickly. i DO NOT expect the same thing from you !!! ever !!! don’t EVER feel obligated that you have to do the same thing !!! you take your time !!! life is hard !!! some of us have brains that hate us !!! it’s OKAY if it takes you days, weeks, or even months to reply !!! i will NEVER hold you to keeping threads either ! dont have the muse? no problem ! not feeling the vibes? scrap it !! its okay to not be as interested in stuff as your mutuals and rp partners!

[hanyo-inu-yasha]

(( I consider canon to be more of a suggestion than anything.

[familiaanteomnia]

*contains my babbling about the passion project in the tags*

[korinthiakos]

"I drink to you..." Just that sentence alone ( 'cos I'm again reading more codename villanelle. ) makes me imagine a toasting kind of scenario. But then the victim soon is dead and the Corinthian makes his last toast to the dead fella on the couch. "I drink to you..." He raises the glass, an eyeball just bobbing up and down as the Corinthian drinks it down his gullet and breaking the eye between his teeth, like popping a cherry ( or whatever, I don't fucking know at this point )

[kuzcosources]

Ouija ask meme!

Spell out a word and the mun will answer according to each letter. (Individual letters are fine, too!)

A - Does your muse believe everything is absolute? Or do they believe that anything could be changed if they tried hard enough?

B - If your muse had to write a book, what would it be about?

C - What are the most severe consequences to their actions your muse has suffered?

D - What are your muses deepest desires?

E - Does your muse consider themselves an empathetic person?

F - Does your muse believe in fate or fortune? Why or why not?

G - What are some things your muse is grateful for?

H - Where does your muse consider home? Physical or metaphorical?

I - Is your muse intuitive? Do they rely on their instincts or luck?

J - What would your muse go to jail for? What are they willing to put themselves on the line for?

K - What does your muse consider themselves knowledgeable in?

L - What lie is at the center of your muse’s world view?

M - What would your muse do if they were a millionaire? If they are already wealthy, what would they be doing if they didn’t have money?

N - Is your muse a positive or negative person?

O - What does your muse do if they’re overwhelmed?

P - Does your muse have powers? Do they abuse said powers or do they use them for good?

Q - What is a quirk that makes your muse stand out?

R - Is your muse religious? Do they believe in a higher power? How do they feel about religion in general?

S - What scares your muse? What terrifies them to their core?

T - What is a truth about your muse personally that they refuse to acknowledge?

U - What is your muse hiding under their bed?

V - Does your muse have paralyzing vulnerabilities? If so, what are they?

W - What’s wrong with your muse?

X - Does your muse rely on drugs such as Xanax or any OTC (over the counter) medication?

Y -What was your muse’s youth like?

Z - Is there a specific time where your muse is at their zenith (their most powerful)?

YES - Would your muse be considered a yes man? If so, why?

NO - What is one thing your muse will say no to, every time asked, no matter what?

HELLO - What’s your muse’s way of greeting people? How do they say hello?

GOODBYE - Is your muse prepared to say goodbye when they die? Are they ready?

[vanilladollette]

Hii 😊

You have no idea how happy I was when I saw that you were writing for The Glory. Okay, so first thing first, I want to say that English is not my first language and this is first time I'm putting request for anything, so I'm little nervous and that's why I'm anonymous, so sorry about that 😅😅

I would like to request for Ha Do-yeong (my fav) - maybe 1) reader was a friend of Dong-eun in high school that was also bullied after Dong-eun left and Dong-eun kept eyes on her and asked for her help bringing bullies down together or 2) she overheard Dong-eun and her friend Seong-hee when they were in coffee shop?? while they were collecting evidence and reader then decided to offer her help to Dong-eun because she was also bullied (somewhere else) but she didn't have chance to get her revenge so this would be some sort of closure. So, Dong-eun sent reader to infiltrate Do-yeong's life as nanny or new assistant in his company so she could gather everything she can from him.

( If you can it would be great if you can make reader as intelligent as Dong-eun so she can charm Do-young in similar way because it was absolutely beautiful in the show, and can you make them a couple in the end so they could go to UK together with Ye-sol)

I would like to apologize for long ask, because it's first time I doing this so I wanted to make to make everything clear, but if you can't do it or if it's too difficult I will understand 😊❤️

To New Beginnings

Pairing: Ha Do-yeong x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: When aformer bullying victim infiltrates Ha Do-yeong's life to expose his wife Yeon-jin’s dark past, ultimately aiding Moon Dong-eun’s revenge while forging an unexpected bond with Do-yeong that leads to a new beginning for both of them.

Warnings: None

A/n: You're all good! I was really excited to start this and really enjoy writing this. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it.

You envied the people whose high school experiences were wonderful.

For them, high school was a place of friendships, first loves, and memories they would cherish forever. For you, it was nothing short of hell.

Some like to say that everyone gets bullied at some point, but is it normal for your bullies to hold you down and press a burning-hot straightener against your skin? Is it normal for your uniform to soak in blood from the burns, for the scars to remain years later as a reminder of their cruelty? Is it normal for their parents to bribe the police, ensuring that no justice was served?

No.

Everyone claims they were bullied, but they were never bullied the way you were.

You weren’t the only one they tormented. Yeon-jin and her group had favorites—victims they singled out and broke down piece by piece. You were one of them. Moon Dong-eun was another. She was the one they bullied the most.

Then, one day, she dropped out.

Dong-eun dropped out in her senior year, the school records listing bullying as the reason. In the official report, she named Yeon-jin, Sara, Jae-joon, Hye-jeong, and Myeong-oh. Some students whispered that Dong-eun’s homeroom teacher, Kim Jong-mun, had beaten her in the staff lounge for daring to speak up.

And then, silence.

She was gone.

You never saw her again.

For you, graduation was your only salvation. You escaped high school, but escaping didn't mean forgetting. The scars remained—not just on your skin but in your mind, woven into your thoughts, your fears, your very existence.

Yeon-jin thrived. She became a respected news reporter. Jae-joon built a luxury brand empire. Sara turned to painting, hiding her addictions behind expensive art. Hye-jeong climbed the social ladder, desperate for a place among the elite. And Myeong-oh? He remained their lapdog, their fixer, ensuring their past sins never saw the light of day.

Meanwhile, the people they destroyed were still suffering.

You swallowed your pain, buried it beneath layers of professionalism and cold calculation. You built a life—one far away from them, or so you thought.

Until one evening, eighteen years later, Moon Dong-eun appeared before you.

"Would you like to get revenge on them?"

It was the first time she had ever spoken to you. The first time someone had acknowledged the injustice of what happened.

And it was the moment you realized you would do anything to see them suffer.

Dong-eun had spent years planning her revenge. Every detail was meticulously crafted, every step carefully considered.

"Yeon-jin’s husband—Ha Do-yeong."

She slid a file toward you. Inside were documents, photographs, notes. The CEO of Jaepyeong Construction. Unlike his wife, he had built his success through hard work rather than manipulation. From all accounts, he was a man of integrity.

"I need more information on Do-yeong. If Do-yeong knew the truth about Yeon-jin, he would never stand by her," Dong-eun said. "I need someone to get close to him."

So you entered his world as his assistant in his company.

The first time you met Ha Do-yeong in person, he barely spared you a glance. A man like him—brilliant and composed—had no reason to concern himself with a new assistant. But you understood the rules of the game, the subtle art of gaining his attention.

You didn’t seek it outright. Instead, you let him notice you.

Your work was flawless, your insights unexpectedly sharp. During a high-stakes meeting, you corrected a minor yet crucial calculation before the finance team could. When an important client hesitated on a deal, you subtly shifted the conversation, using your knowledge of their company’s inner workings to sway them in Do-yeong’s favor.

He watched you after that. Not obviously, never openly. But you felt the weight of his gaze in meetings, in passing conversations. He started asking for your thoughts on projects, not just reports. He started testing you, too, throwing unexpected questions your way, just to see how you would respond.

And each time, you met him head-on.

It was a slow, methodical dance. You never overstepped, never gave him reason to doubt your professionalism. But you let him see glimpses of you—the way your mind worked, the way you saw the world.

Then, one evening, after a late meeting, he finally acknowledged what had been building between you.

“You don’t think like a typical assistant,” Do-yeong remarked as you rode the elevator down together.

You tilted your head, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips. “Is that a compliment, sir?”

He studied you for a long moment. “It’s an observation. One I’ve been making for some time now.”

You let the silence stretch between you, feeling the shift in the air. Then, with quiet confidence, you met his gaze.

“Then I hope you continue to observe.”

It was late when you finally had the chance to ask. The office was empty except for the two of you, the air heavy with the scent of coffee and paper, the quiet hum of the city beyond the windows the only sound between you. Ha Do-yeong was reviewing reports, his sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened—an image of control even in his moments of exhaustion.

You sat across from him, feigning casual interest as you set down your tablet.

"Do you ever wonder about the past?" you asked lightly, as if the question was just an idle thought.

Do-yeong barely glanced up. "Depends on the past."

"Your wife's, for example."

That made him pause. His eyes lifted to meet yours, sharp and unreadable. "What about it?"

You tilted your head, choosing your words carefully.

"I just mean… She’s a public figure. A reporter. People like that usually have well-documented histories." You offered a small, knowing smile. "You must have known everything about her before you married her."

He studied you for a moment, setting his pen down. "I knew enough," he said evenly.

"Enough," you repeated, as if turning the word over in your mind. "That’s interesting. Because people tend to hide things. Especially about their youth."

He leaned back slightly, his gaze assessing. "Is there something you’re trying to ask me?"

You met his stare, letting the silence stretch. Then, finally, you shook your head, offering a small chuckle. "No, just making conversation."

Do-yeong didn’t respond right away, but you could tell he was still watching you closely. After a long pause, he exhaled, returning his attention to his reports.

"Yeon-jin’s past isn’t something I’ve ever had reason to doubt," he said, his voice measured. "And I don’t keep records of things I don’t find relevant."

That told you everything you needed to know.

He didn’t have anything. No evidence, no knowledge of what Yeon-jin had done. He had never looked into her past because, in his world, she had never given him a reason to.

The conversation shifted after that, the moment passing without further weight. But as you left his office that night, you felt the weight of disappointment settle in your chest. Moon Dong-eun had hoped for something—anything—that could be used against Yeon-jin. But Do-yeong, for all his intelligence, was in the dark.

When you met Dong-eun later that night, you delivered the news succinctly.

"He doesn’t know," you said, watching her expression remain eerily neutral. "He never looked into her past. And if he has anything that could be used against her, he doesn’t realize it."

Dong-eun nodded, though there was no surprise in her gaze. "Then we keep going," she murmured. "If he doesn’t know the truth now… we make sure he finds out."

Days turned into weeks, and you continued weaving yourself into Ha Do-yeong’s world. You played the long game, careful and strategic, ensuring that your presence in his life remained irreplaceable.

With each passing day, he became more attuned to you—his gaze lingering a second longer, his words carrying an unspoken weight. He trusted you, even if he didn’t yet realize it.

And then, the cracks began to show.

The first was a subtle shift in Do-yeong’s demeanor.

It happened after a business dinner, an evening filled with conversation about stocks, market trends, and construction projects. But in between those discussions, Do-yeong had let something slip.

"Yeon-jin has been distracted lately," he had murmured, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "More secretive than usual."

You had only hummed in response, feigning mild interest. "Trouble at work?"

"Maybe." He glanced at you, as if weighing his next words. "Or maybe something else."

That was when you knew.

Moon Dong-eun’s plan was working.

The moment everything changed came on an unassuming afternoon.

You were in the office, organizing reports, when Do-yeong received a package—an unmarked envelope, hand-delivered. He opened it without much thought, expecting business documents or a contract.

Instead, he found photographs.

Burn scars.

Not Yeon-jin’s. Not anyone he recognized. But unmistakable in their cruelty. The skin melted and twisted, the wounds deep enough to have been inflicted deliberately.

And at the bottom of the envelope was a single note.

Your wife did this.

You kept your gaze trained on your work, feigning ignorance, but you could feel the shift in the room. The way Do-yeong stiffened, his breathing going shallow as he processed what he was seeing.

For the first time, the undeniable truth had been placed before him.

He left early that day, the envelope clutched in his hand.

After that, Do-yeong started searching.

You could tell by the way his phone calls grew colder, his interactions with Yeon-jin more distant. He started spending nights at hotels instead of home, using business as an excuse. But the real reason was written in the way he barely looked at her when they did cross paths.

He was pulling away.

And that was when you knew it was time for the next step.

One evening, as you prepared to leave the office, Do-yeong spoke up.

“Do you believe in justice?”

The question was abrupt, catching you off guard—but only for a moment.

You turned to face him, tilting your head slightly. “That depends on what kind of justice you’re looking for.”

He exhaled, running a hand over his face. “The kind that fixes mistakes that should never have been made.”

For a brief second, his mask slipped. The exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of knowing that his wife—the mother of his child—wasn’t the woman he thought she was.

You held his gaze, your voice soft when you finally spoke.

“Then maybe it’s time you start looking for the truth.”

Do-yeong was nothing if not thorough.

Once doubt had taken root, he didn’t stop until he had answers. And when he started looking, the truth unraveled faster than even you expected.

He found old school records. Reports of bullying buried under bribes. Witnesses who had long since moved on but still carried the memories. And then, finally, he found Moon Dong-eun.

She was waiting for him.

They met in a quiet café, away from prying eyes. You weren’t there for the conversation, but you didn’t need to be.

When Do-yeong returned to the office that evening, his expression was unreadable.

“She told me everything.” His voice was low, distant. “And I believe her.”

You nodded, not surprised.

“Yeon-jin doesn’t know that I know.” He exhaled, gripping the edge of his desk. “But she will soon.”

The calm before the storm.

And you were more than ready to watch it all unfold.

The scandal broke like wildfire.

Ha Do-yeong filed for divorce. Not quietly, not discreetly—but in full view of the public eye, ensuring that there would be no escaping the scrutiny.

Moon Dong-eun had done her part, exposing the truth in a way that no amount of money could bury. The testimonies, the evidence—it was all there.

Yeon-jin’s career was ruined overnight. Jae-joon, Sara, and Hye-jeong were dragged down with her. Myeong-oh? Dead. A casualty of the war long before it reached its peak.

And you?

You stood by, watching as justice was finally served.

Watching as Ha Do-yeong, the man who had once been oblivious to the darkness in his own home, walked away from it all.

Months later, in a quiet moment, Do-yeong sat across from you in a small café in London, far from the chaos of Seoul.

Ye-sol played by the window, her laughter soft, innocent—untouched by the sins of her parents.

Do-yeong sipped his coffee, his gaze settling on you. “You were right,” he murmured.

You raised a brow. “About what?”

“About the choices we don’t remember making.” His lips curved slightly. “And the ones that change everything.”

You held his gaze, feeling the weight of everything that had led you here.

“I never expected to find this,” he admitted. “Not after everything.”

You smiled. “Then maybe this was a choice worth making.”

And this time, when he reached for your hand, you didn’t pull away.

[infinityyrp]

Muse List: Teen wolf 🐺

☆Sundina Gloriana Deaton-Villanueva (TW/BTVS/shadowhunters OC)

☆Mieczyslaw 'Stiles' Stilinski

☆Isaac Lahey

☆Kira Yukimura

☆Malia Hale

☆Vernon Boyd

☆Romeo Bennett (TW/TVD OC)

RULES and what I'm looking for:

☆Always looking for partners.☆

•25+ MDNI.

•All Muses 21+, mature and dark themes will be present. Looking for MXF or FxF Roleplays, with me in the F role for mxf: I NO LONGER DOUBLE UP! I PREFER THE FEMALE ROLE DUE TO UNFORTUNATE EVENTS OF PARTNERS NOT BEING EQUAL AND TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ME AND MY MALE MUSES.

☆My Muse for my OC is always high: Replies, posts, and starters for her will be rapid fire. Medium-high activity.

♧My Muse for my cannon characters vary: so that means replies, posts, and starters for them will vary. Medium-Low activity.

•Looking for a partner to play as Derek Hale and Scott McCall: I am okay with Genderbent!F Muses for them as well! (If you need ideas for FC's I have a few in mind.) Please actually enjoy it and want to play them as well. It's not fun for anyone if both parties don't enjoy it.

•Looking for Clark Kent from Superman and Lois:

•Looking for a Faith Lehane from BTVS: My main OC has a slayer verse. She was a potential slayer (unfound) and when Willow did the slayer awakening spell, she arose to the occasion.

•Looking for Tasha Williams from The L word: But make it supernatural

•Looking for Angel Reyes from The Mayans: But make it supernatural.

•Looking for Ricky Underwood from SLOTAT: but make it supernatural.

•Looking for Jace Wayland from Shadowhunters: Post series.

•Looking for Zade Meadows from Haunting Adeline:

•Looking for Zeke Landon from manifest: But make it supernatural.

•Looking for someone to make an OC out of Devale Ellis.

•Looking for someone to make an OC out of Taye Diggs.

•Looking for a MALE OC of YOUR choice if the chemistry is there!

Thank you! ♥️

•Looking for all other cannon characters for platonic interactions— potential romance:

•No guarantee on interactions: just because you send a starter to me or reply to one of my open starters, does not mean I will reply to you. I will kindly decline a roleplay if I don't vibe with your style. I will never ignore you though, that's very rude and disrespectful. You will get nothing but kindness from me and I expect the same in return.

•Semi-selective.

•NOT GHOST FRIENDLY: Please be an adult and communicate the issue so we can either change things up or part ways respectfully.

•Mun is 29 almost 30: I am an adult and want to be treated as such. Drama will not be tolerated, if you can't respect me, you will get blocked.

•This blog is for entertainment purposes only: It's purely fiction and is supposed to be fun. I'm not here to fulfill some fantasy that you have, I am married and a mom and write for the storylines. Nothing more.

•No god-modding.

•Respect my limits and triggers and I'll respect yours:

No rape, pedophilia, blood incest, heavy mentions of abuse, heavy mentions of death, extreme gore, and bathroom play. Those are my HARD no's.

•My preferred method of roleplay is on Discord. My UN is: infinityyrp

TUPPERBOX IS A REQUIREMENT.

•I will roleplay here if need be.

•I prefer the female role, with the exception of my side/background male cannon characters.

•I will not accept anything less than a paragraph: Though my motto is always quality over quantity.

•I enjoy text style roleplays from time to time: Especially when things get busy for me/us.

•50\50 smut and story: Fluff will be kept at a minimum. I enjoy drama of all kinds(cheating, love triangles, double life, pregnancies, one night stands.) The list goes on. If that's not your cup of tea, then I'm not the partner for you.

•please be POC friendly: my main OC is a woman of color— Alan Deatons daughter.

•lgbtq+ friendly.

•I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but I do have the right to decline a roleplay, just as you do.

•Communicate effectively.

•Please be consistent: Consistency is key in my book. If I'm waiting days for a reply (without communication), I lose interest. I understand life happens, I have a job m-f, but I also know most of us have our phones on us at all times, and it literally takes 2 minutes to send a message explaining your absence. I WILL leave a server after 7 days of inactivity and no communication. Sorry not sorry.

•Please be willing to talk ooc and be enthusiastic about our stories: I like to make Playlists and plot and talk about our ships and be friends outside of the roleplay.

•Most important, have fun!

•Open starters will be in the comments: DM me about which one you like and I'll tag you in a starter on the TL or we can make a server on discord and go from there!

•You can add me on discord and message me anytime.

•My DMs are open for discussing potential partnership/plots.

•Kink friendly: Will discuss privately

•Taboo friendly: will discuss privately.

Are we besties yet?😉

Send an Emoji when you DM me to let me know you've read and understand my preferences and rules:

Thank you for your time! ❤️

Discord: infinityyrp

[gumnut-logic]

More of my TTSS fic which does yet have a title (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2

I know, I know, I promised to post more, but I haven't, and it is no longer Christmas. A mild dose of burnout is likely the culprit and I've really just faceplanted into a pillow for the last few weeks and haven't been able to write anything. There may have also been a Stardew Valley affliction as well.

But there were the 4000-odd words I wrote before Christmas, so here, have some of them :D

Crazy Christmas fic and this bit is all Virg :D My poor boi :D

-o-o-o-

Virgil pushed his pilot’s chair back and stretched everything. Two was hovering over Arctic ocean that had eaten two of his brothers.

“John, any change?”

His orbiting brother flickered onto the dash. “If there had been any change, I would have told you.”

Virgil sighed. “Sorry.”

“Me, too.”

If there was one type of rescue Virgil had grown to dread it was deep ocean. Gordon was out of reach. History had eroded confidence and they had been down there a while.

There was no doubt Gordon knew what he was doing. Confidence in his brother’s skill was not on the table. It was fate and the nefarious that triggered anxiety with all the proven possibilities.

“I still have connection. I can still see where they are. Did you want to speak to Scott?”

“Yes. No. Shit, I’m sorry. John-“

“Thunderbird Four to Thunderbird Two.” Gordon’s voice was a little higher pitched than normal. “Virg, we met Santa! We’re at the North Pole!”

What? There were a number of things he could have said to that but all his brain could supply was, “The North Pole is thirteen hundred kilometres away.”

“Not that North Pole, Santa’s North Pole!”

“Gordon-“

Scott’s saner voice cut in. “Thunderbird Two, we have a large number of people to evacuate. Prepare for maximum capacity both personnel and equipment.” He paused. “Virgil, this is a Code W situation. Keep alert and report all anomalies.”

Oh, great, a Weird one. “FAB, Thunderbird One.”

“We are finalising the first party now. Will advise upon departure, Thunderbird One out.”

Virgil stared at the dash. “John, did you get that?”

“He did.”

The voice was not John and there was something on the Two’s yoke…a giant bug!

“I am not a bug! How rude! Mun, do you see the mind in this one?” The black winged thing was about as big as his hand and sitting quite comfortably on the steering yoke, feet dangling over the buttons.

A blink and Virgil realised the closest definition he could find was a fairy, a black winged fairy.

“Puny, but it will do.”

“I really hate being called ‘fairy’. It’s almost as bad as ‘raven’.”

“Better than crow.”

“True, but then we might be embarking on some kind of avian prejudice and you know what crows get like - all uppity about how smart they are and all.”

There was a second bug sitting on John’s projector on the dash.

“We are not bugs!”

They were very loud.

“Serves you right. I didn’t call you ‘monkey’ or ‘ape’ when I first saw you.” It mimed some kind of primate. It pointed at him. “Aaaah, it’s King Kong, I need a big flyswatter!”

“You have a point. At least he didn’t think we were flies.” The one on the projector stared at him. “This one really doesn’t like bugs.”

“Then I guess we’re lucky we’re not bugs.” The fairy on the yoke stood up. Its wings weren’t entirely black, they were sparkling rainbow iridescent, like a crow or raven. And it really was a Tinkerbell like fairy, though less the blonde and more the goth. “I’m Hug and this is Mun. We’re here to help you move Nikolas and the team. You’re Virgil Tracy, bug-hater and rescue operative, and you need our help to help you help us.”

“Okay?”

“Where is your cargo hold?”

“On the surface of the ocean?”

“What?”

“Module Four is down there.” He pointed downwards.

The fairy frowned. Mun took off from the projector and flew to the windows. “He’s right. It’s down there.”

Hug frowned. “Well, get it up here.”

“It needs to be down there to collect Thunderbird Four.”

“Then you go down there.”

“Why?”

“We need to make room.”

“For what?”

“The team.”

Virgil crossed his arms over his chest, a gloved finger hooking into his baldric. “How many people are we expecting?”

“All of them. And if you don’t move your butt, they aren’t all going to fit. So get down there and show us where we can make room!”

“John, are you getting all this?”

“Affirmative, Thunderbird Two.”

“Assessment?”

“Scott did say ‘Code W’.”

“I’m talking to fairies, Thunderbird Five.”

“Last week you spoke to Ewoks and didn’t have a problem.”

“They were kids, John. These are not kids.”

Hug smirked suggestively. “Definitely not kids, boyo.”

Oh god.

“Thunderbird Four has started ascent, we need to be prepped, Thunderbird Two.”

Virgil swallowed, eyeing Hug who was licking her lips. “FAB, Thunderbird Five. I’ll rappel down.”

“Watch the crosswind.”

Virgil backed out of his pilot’s seat, doing his best to confirm the stability of autopilot without actually getting anywhere near the dash.

Hug cackled with delight. “You were right, Mun, he definitely doesn’t like bugs. This one is going to be fun.”

-o-o-o-

More to come :D

[enihk-writes]

[kiss, kiss, kiss, 단 하루도 빼먹지 말고]

based on lyrics from day 1 by red velvet

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

(OR) various!hwasan men x preferred pairing free for all, ambiguous, can be them with anybody of your choice (i.e. tangchung / whiterust / cmxilso)

summary: short headcanons of where they like to kiss their beloveds

characters: geumjon (pbss) // geumhyeop (mhdd) // chung mun // tang bo // tang gunak // baek cheon // jin geumryong // lee songbaek // namgung dowi // jang ilso // chung jin

author's note: gagged when i typed the word beloved oh god when i say i get physically sick writing sappy romance i mean it yall my stomach is having issues rn....................... listening to rizzotto's sexyback cover on repeat and day 1 at the same time for maximum effect............ (looking like an insane homebody) also i feel like i should apologize to soso for this... yanno... just in case uhhhh what else???? AHHHHHHHHHH DEUKAE COMEBACK ON THE 22ND SO IM GOING MIA!!! I LOVE ROTBB BUT I LOVE MY GIRLS MORE!!!!!!! RAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH I AM A FEMINIST FIRST!!!!!! AND A C0CK SUCKER 2ND!!!!!!

GEUMJON is still very immature at heart so, kisses from him are more innocent and well, somewhat child-like. he's not experienced with things like this so he mostly settles for impromptu cheek kisses whenever he's the one initiating. surprisingly conservative, won't go any further than innocuous touches unless the relationship is established to be romantic with the intention to marry. even then, out in public especially under broad daylight, he won't be the first to make a move even if he really, really wants to.

GEUMHYEOP is quieter, more grounded and direct. he doesn't like to waste time. if he has the urge to kiss his partner, he will. it doesn't matter where they are, he would cup their cheeks in his hands and give them a proper kiss on their lips... unless they are both in the middle of an important discussion or in a room with the others. he still has some basic manners and decency to not embarrass the other one. expanding on the way he goes about it — he likes to observe his partner's face, and remember their every detail because he recognises that memory is unreliable and hopes that doing this would burn their image in his mind for good. doesn't seek out for kisses often but doesn't push away his partner's advances. if he does seek them out, it's more likely because he's going through something at that moment and isn't in the mood to talk about it yet.

JANG ILSO is the complete opposite. no shame, no patience. they could be in the middle of a conversation with someone else or out and about in public under broad daylight. it's either he gets a kiss from his partner now or he will have them wait until he's back in the mood. doesn't really care if it pisses the other off... lowkey gets off on their anger. very tall guy so he likes to grab his partner's chin and tilt their head backwards so he can lean down and give a short peck, sometimes the kisses are more heated and lasts far longer — so they often end up in... situations... no matter where he is with his partner...

CHUNG MUN is the type of guy someone brings home to meet their parents. will not make a move, not even hand-holding until he gets explicit permission from his partner. date-to-marry type, and super conservative. even after having their first kiss, will not do that again unless it was during the wedding ceremony, wedding night and subsequent special occasions relating to his partner. prefers to convey his affections through interlocking fingers with his partner, and when they are alone, he'd bring them up to his lips and kiss their knuckles tenderly.

CHUNG JIN can often be found in between rows of bookshelves taking archives. that's also usually the place where he shares kisses with his partner. most times it's a quick peck on their eyelid as he walks past them, other times it's a brief nuzzle of the side of their head. ever so often, when he was staying late to transcribe the pages and pages of text, he'd take breaks by leaning on their shoulder, enjoying his moment of shut-eye. and it's during these times when he would turn his head and pepper kisses on the other's jaw. if he's feeling a little bold, he would block their faces from the window view with an open book — leaning in with apologies for his lack of attention these days as he pulls them in for a kiss.

TANG BO... is a wild card. if he's the initiator, he likes to be playful about it. always a tease, and thoroughly enjoying the reactions he pulls from his partner. if the roles flip and he finds himself on the receiving end, would be stunned into silence. all the other has to do is kiss him, not anything one-and-done — it has to be a proper and genuine kind of kiss on the bridge of his nose, more specifically the spot between his eyebrows. he tends to stay up late and it does create tension that results in headaches in that area because of that. so when he feels his partner's tender touch, this guy is putty. for all that cockiness, he is the easiest to come undone.

TANG GUNAK... an older man with experience for sure. he has children for fucks sake, let's be realistic here. doesn't matter how much brainpower his duties as the head takes up, he is very attentive to his partner's likes, dislikes, wants and needs. always acts according to the results of those observations. but in his downtime, when he is going to bed, he finds himself enjoying the embrace of his partner. resting his head on their chest, listening to their heartbeat because well, one might never know if they could have a heart attack soon or not. will always place a kiss on the other's chest, right over their heart just before he falls asleep.

NAMGUNG DOWI. a good guy. an earnest guy. really trying his best. he's not good at this romance thing... please be patient with him... if things so south, he tends to use his face card to have his partner forgive him. and they do, because he's insanely good at pulling the sad, kicked, wet puppy face. when that happens, he would happily kiss them over and over again on every corner of their face, or well, whatever parts he can reach. he did make them sit on his lap without any wiggle room.

LEE SONGBAEK prefers hugging more than kissing. partly because he's surrounded by kids so any grown-up action would have him be the brunt of their teasing for weeks. his partner is mostly understanding, maybe a little spiffed when it seems like they might kiss but a child waddles into their vicinity. he feels sorry for disappointing his partner, and often hugs the other from behind, muttering a string of apologies into their hair. eventually pecking the small bundle of nerves at the back of their ear, and the top of their jaw — his surefire way of leaving them a little hot and bothered.

JIN GEUMRYONG suffers from emotional constipation to an extent. so it goes without saying, his partner has to be blessed with communication skills that can honestly end all wars. he is strict, mostly stern, but he means well. and his partner has been by his side long enough to understand that. he feels sorry they've chosen to stay regardless. he isn't one to let lose until it's time to rest, so it's only in these times they get to see his unguarded sides. downturned eyes that look at his partner wistfully, he would hug them and rest his chin on the crown of their head. occasionally moves down to press his lips on that spot as one hand cradles his partner's neck, fingers playing with their strands of hair.

BAEK CHEON is undoubtedly a little pathetic. it's endearing, but it's still hard to watch sometimes. poor man still trips over his words and stumbles on his feet when he wants to ask his partner for a kiss. just one kiss please? god. it's hard to say no to a handsome face on the verge of tears... he's lucky they weren't a sadist. or well, trying not to be. it's so hard fighting those urges, that they ask him to reward their efforts. his pale face grows bright red, but he complies with his partner's request anyways. it's a timid kiss on their forehead that goes down the bridge of their nose, then the tip of it. he coyly kisses their cheeks, steering away from the other's lips so obviously that they lose patience and pull him in. he melts far too quickly into this, hands going all over his partner's body, tugging on their clothes. tsk, sly boy. so he had planned for this to happen, and like a fool they fell for his siren song.

[songsofbat]

what's the use of feeling what's the use of feeling oh what's the use of feeling blue (or, mun feels like writing corus but they're already in a roleplay..)

There's someone in their mind.

Corus-Calla-Corvus is... aware of that. There's something wrong and they can feel themselves flicker in and out of consciousness.

It's their minds eye that leads them onwards, stumbling blindly so they can grip onto hand rails and get rid of their mistakes.

Their flaws.

But every now and then they sort of...stop.

Stare at their phone. Or the wall. Not quite the wall. The emotions on it- crawling, crawling, ever crawling. A web.

They track their hand over twisting strands.

They're so tired.

There's so much to do.

Poda's going to make sure Signal doesn't... stop them, they suppose. So at least they won't have to worry about that.

"I don't understand." says the thing that sounds like a funeral dirge. "Why are you checking on people? The only one who wants you around is the white haired child. He doesn't seem to need you around."

It doesn't say Ceph doesn't care, at least. Maybe ignoring its words and burning it had given it the hint.

Their body flicks through different screens. The other people who went by Corvid. Vice. The bats. Carnival. Morgan? No, the same. The same.

"You're quite odd," it continues, and there's an upturned quality to its face, a vague widening to the eyes that almost seems like genuine interest. Maybe it is. Maybe it's not.

Emotions around it are.. faint. Hard to feel.

"You do not interact with her because she does not want you around. Yet, you watch over her. What exactly do you gain from this? You clearly have no intentions of interfering." They want to throttle it.

So they do.

It stares at them with eyes red like (her) hair.

It doesn't stop.

It won't shut up.

"You're the same as I am," it prattles on. "Wouldn't it be logical for you to either not care about her entirely, or do something about it?"

Why can't the dirge be playing for it?

"It's quite easy to change people's minds, you know!"

Disgusting.

She doesn't want me around, they say, perhaps. Their mouth isn't moving. I'm not like... (Jacyn? Not like you? Not like some obsessed stalker? ) I'll respect that.

I annoy her, they continue. She was tolerating me. I should not disturb her.

...somehow, those emotionless red eyes feel judgemental.

They don't know why they're talking to it.

...maybe because it looks like them. Corus-Calla-Corvus-Corvid, shifted off.

Red eyes. White skirt. Not quite them.

Requiem's fragment stares.

Not quite a fragment.

Something worse, perhaps. Sinking into their consciousness and refusing to leave.

Poda says it refuses to be removed- but that's okay. When they do a proper fixing this time- they'll drag it down with them.

It's okay to talk to it. It's okay to humour it.

It's just... keeping it occupied. Until Poda can get Signal to leave. Until they finally get to fix this mess of a mind.

"You're being quite illogical."

How so.

"You aren't friends."

...and?

"You wish to be friends with her."

Selfish.

"But you want, anyway."

Doesn't mean they have to act on it.

"You wish to be friends. It is causing you...quite some despair. Would it not be easier to simply cut off those feelings?"

If they cut off emotions for other people, they wouldn't be able to protect them.

"Your friendship with her was detrimental to you."

Scroll, scroll. They don't care.

"Forgetting her entirely would be wise. She doesn't care for you, after all."

No more forgetting. No more running. The truth burns, and they'll let it.

"Are you harming yourself?"

The truth is needed. It allows them to make the best possible decisions.

"Are you harming yourself?"

The truth is useful. They can shut off the emotions when they've fixed themselves.

"Are you hurt-"

Shut up.

"Are-"

Shut up.

" Shut

up.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Corus-Calla-Corvus-Corvid doesn't deserve to exist.

They're doing what they must.

They're not going to run from the truth.

Gotham doesn't need Corvid as a hero.

Gotham needs tools. Weapons. Shields.

Useful things.

( Once upon a time, there was a Gala. And you learnt how to smile just right, even if you didn't mean it. Once upon the time there were galas. You learnt how to be soft around the edges, pleasant and good. Once upon a time, there was an actor. They were capable of convincing people to not waste their time on them. )

" ?", it asks, and the question sounds unreal.

Because you never hear anybody asking that question in real life.

[breadbrioche]

masterpiece

so mun x reader

➳summary: things mun does when he doesn’t want to study

➳warnings: takes place before season 2

➳word count: 1k

➳a/n: shoutout to @slytherinshua for writing something with a similar concept haha we share the same artist so mun brain rot

It’s been hours since the two of you first started this study date but what preoccupies Mun’s mind hardly concerns studying.

The ice in the drinks you bought when you first entered this café are well melted at this point which leave puddles of water around your cup that make you wary of your notes and textbooks surrounding it but Mun couldn’t care less. His notebook hardly has any writing on it, just scrawls and messy strike throughs over incorrect calculations, so it was no real loss to him if it gets ruined.

Initially he wasn’t this out of it; at the beginning he dove head first into his work, eagerly reading each line of his textbook. However, with every answer striked through with red pen, the words in his textbook began to lose meaning and Mun’s attention span dwindled, preferring to doodle in the margins of his pages. Eventually, he focuses his gaze to the opposite side of the table, satisfied with just watching you work on practice questions rather than actually doing them.

Mun finds everything you do incredibly adorable. From the way your lips purse when you’re struggling to understand what you’re reading to how you’d idly spin your pen across your knuckles, the boy wishes he could commit them to memory.

His hands begin moving before Mun realises it - already having drawn the guidelines for where your features should be when he looks down at his page. Diligently, he sketches you out and tries to capture every detail he could see. Mun was so invested in this drawing, eyes flickering occasionally to you then back to his page to ensure everything was correct, that he didn’t even hear you calling out to him.

“-un-ah! So Mun, are you even listening to me?” You call, even gently prodding his shin with your foot underneath the table to get his attention. When Mun finally notices, he looked up to you like a deer in the headlights which makes you sigh.

“C’mon, Mun-ah! Are you even trying?” You complain. You pout slightly which makes Mun smile a bit - even when you’re angry at him, you’re still cute.

“I am, I am!” He responds defensively.

“Then what did you get for question 6?”

“Uhhh-“ Mun dumbly replies looking down at his notes only to come face to face with his sketch of you. His his eyes widen and scrambles to flip over his notebook to the next page, obscuring itfrom your eyesight.

“Ah- I think I got stuck so I skipped it.” He lies with a sheepish grin. “Could you talk me through it?”

You frown but help him nonetheless, leaning over and showing Mun your book and begin to read out the question. He mentally celebrates at managing to avoid an awkward scenario but quickly turns his attention to you and listens to what you’re saying.

☆☆☆

For the most part, he forgets all about the drawing until he’s once again in a similar situation. This time, you’re shoulder to shoulder next to Mun at his desk, talking through a problem on a worksheet.

“You seriously don’t know? But we covered this last time!”

The aforementioned boy winces at your scolding but stays silent, having nothing to say after remembering all the things he did (or more like the things he didn’t do) during your last study date. Pathetically, he gives a shrug that elicits a long sigh from you.

It’s hard for you to not get mad at him since it’s difficult to progress when Mun doesn’t pay attention but regardless, you refrain from any more harsh comments - he was only doing this because you asked (in typical kind So Mun fashion) so you feel it would be unfair if you begin to berate him when he’s already doing you a favour.

“What did you write last time?” You ask while picking up his notebook from the table, flipping through the pages only to find them almost blank. “Mun-ah, these doodles are nice but is this what you were doing when I…”

“W-wait-“ Mun says hurriedly, aware that the notebook had that drawing of you in it. He reaches over to snatch it back but from the way you’d stop turning the pages and trail off, it was already too late.

You quietly gasp before looking at the nervous boy then back to the page, not believing your eyes. Was this from-? When did he-?

“Is this…me?” You wonder out loud. Mun yelps and attempts to take the notebook but you move from his reach, still entranced by the page.

“Ah- I’m really sorry! You must think that it’s creepy or - but-!” He stumbles, tongue tied as his brain malfunctions and ears start to glow red.

Finally putting the book down, you look at Mun and smile endearingly at him. You hardly saw Mun this flustered but that made him even more adorable than he already was.

“It’s okay. I like it. Love it, even.” You assure him. “Though, I think you made me too pretty.”

“There’s no way!” Mun retaliates immediately, like a light switch in him turning on and he suddenly forgets his embarrassment. “Nothing I’ve tried to draw does you justice, I don’t have the skill for it!”

“So that means you’ve drawn me more than just this time?” You laugh out as you notice the way his face flushes when he realises he’d unintentionally exposed himself again. You giggle at his expression, making him pout.

“Are you sure you’re not weirded out by it?” Mun insists, turning to you hesitantly. You nod and take his hand to hold it in your own, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m very happy.” You say to him. “I’m happy that you wanted to draw me in the first place, and even more happy that you drew it so well so there’s nothing to be worried about!”

At this, Mun relaxes slightly and scoots closer to you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Sorry about not telling you about them. And wasting your time when I didn’t study like I was supposed to.”

“Stop apologising.” You lean your head on top of his, nuzzling his curly hair.

There’s never a dull moment with Mun around. That’s why you invite Mun to these study dates even when you know that he’s hopeless at it.

But right now, exams and grades are hardly the first thing on your mind as you soak up Mun’s presence like plant in sunlight.

bonus: pics I was considering using but they were from season 2 :(

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Final words from the owner of the Silver rose Estate mansion of 2024||

((You know what time it is right? Yeah, it's the final day of 2024. Honestly, this year has been....stressful than last year. Given the crazy events and life we all have gone though, seems we got through another year. Though, before this year ends I got some words to say to some people here so please listen up.))

((I know this year has been a lot for everyone here and so many all over the world but like I said before; I'm hoping for a better year. So, I wanted to as I did last year, throw some thanks you to some wonderful people that's been close to me. So here is my Thank you shout out. Also sorry if I don't get everyone; I try but I do always love the rest of you too as my close tumblr family.))

~~~Thank you shout out to these lovely people here~~~

@demon-blood-youths

For Demon mun, first of all I wanted to say thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you for being such a wonderful amazing friend. From the first year we met in 2012 to now, it's been a journey hasn't it? Lol

You always know how to turn my bad days into good ones. Always making things a good laugh. You bring such a happy wonderful feeling with everyone that your company fills me with so much happiness and joy. I honestly will say this; even if we are far we are close. I always see you as my tumblr sister. Thank you for being here by my side. Thank you for always bring my bad days to good ones. And thank you for the wonderful stories we made. To being threads, short drabbles, and crazy adventures, I'm hoping for more in the future with our crazy kids and many more threads and drabbles too. So here's to you. <3

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@within-the-resort

Next is for moth mun. I know we been busy from time to time but always know your in my heart. Your a wonderful close friend to me too and I love our close chats and friendship we have grown together. You always give it your all even with the dark days but you always have a smile that tells me your okay. Even during your bad days, you are always the coolest person I've ever known. Please stay the sweetest, kindest, and loving person you are.

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@kitxkatrp

Now to you my dear friend. I know we haven't spoken much but I always think of you. Knowing and hoping your days get better or go well for you. Even through the hard times they are rough, you still pull through. Your always a gentle and protecting friend that I cherish. Knowing you are there for your friends and care for them so much. like the adorable stories you write with the mun from clown-demon.

It makes me honored to have you as my Senpai. :) I am hoping that this year is a lot more better for you. I hope this new year brings nothing but happiness and joy to you.

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@clown-demon

For the sweet mun here, I wanted to say thank you. Thank you so so much for letting us meet. At first I was shy to talk to you given that you really were an amazing writer and rper. I always wanted to talk to you more so we can become friends though I always try to respect your wishes. True, we only spoke a few times but I already see you as someone I care for. I even enjoy the thread we are doing even seeing so many wonderful stories you written with so many wonderful people. I hope in the future we can write more and become friends.

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@ask-the-monster-nest

To the sweetie of this blog; I have to add you on here too. Again, I will say sorry sorry sorry for not talking with you so much. Seems like gets me and I feel bad that we don't. I'm hoping in 2025 we can chat more and again for Tumblr to stop eating my questions! DX...*Sighs* Though, even through that, please know I still always care about you. I love your personality your happy smile and your muses too. Seems it's grown so much with more stories coming into bloom. I hope we can write more again and make more stories just like that. Thank you for being my friend and thank you for always being here with me.

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@sageofjustice

Again, seems like tends to keep everyone busy from time to time. Though, I still see you as a close friend here on tumblr. You'll always be an amazing friend who is always a joy to talk to. I still enjoy your small chats and threads we write together. I still adore your OC since he always seems to just become more like a blooming star. Nothing is gonna stop him I know that. Lol Even so, please keep writing and still be amazing. You wonderful mun you. And the same for your OC angel too. Thank you for the wonderful memories; here's hoping for more in 2025.

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@historias-multorum I wanna say thank you for being part of my tumblr family. I still love and enjoy seeing you on my dashboard and it's nice to read the threads you do. Even with more stories this year. I know in 2025 you will just keep growing and growing which is amazing. I still cherish or talks together and threads we are still doing. Hech, I'm curious to new ones in the future but I'm excited for that. I hope your new year is amazing just like you are because I know it's going to be great. Thank you for the stories you shared here on tumblr and here's to more in 2025. Love you a lot <3

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@kaito-akimoto

To this sweet mun, I wanna say thank you so much for being my friend. I know you are always busy from time to time but please know I love our interactions with our characters Kaito and Hanoka. So far, it's been the best so far to me and I know more is to come. You always are so busy but given you still check on your friends here is still sweet. You really are a wonderful person and I know I enjoy every moment of your company. To the funny moments, to the amazing stories we written together..it just means more will come and who knows? Maybe with other characters too. So I can't wait. Thank you for being a friend, thank you for being a rp partner and thank you for sharing this amazing change to write with you. I hope for more in 2025.

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To the other followers that follow me: I said before please know even if I wanted to tag every single one of you it would be way too long and Tumblr is just..tumblr. But understand I do care about each and every one of you. Your always part of my tumblr family and it makes me happy to know I've meet so many sweet new people and familiar faces too. I hope your 2025 is better than this year. I love you all and thank you for being here with me.

((I know this year has been crazy to everyone and I know it will get better. I just hope everyone has a good new year. Once more, thank you guys for being part of my family. Thank you for always turning my frown upside down. Even through the dark times; your always there in my heart.))

((So from me, my muses and everyone else.....Thank you for following me and thank you for being part of my tumblr family. May 2025 be the better year for us all. Love you all.))

With love,

𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓃/𝒫𝑒𝒶𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓂

𝕺𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓