#need to sleep now aaaaaaaaa

[soccerpunching]

I know you don't have time answering asks rn so no need to write a lot of thoughts about this, i just wanted to share my thoughts because you watch Haikyuu and IE like me😀 Like the interactions with Haikyuu and IE characters would be interesting for example: Max and Kenma are similar and they both Love Cats, Megane being extremely fond of Tsukki to the point where Tsukki is annoyed by him, Aone, Ushiwaka and Gouenji just vibing, Hinata and Endou infodumping about their Sports to each other etc

I'm still sorry that this was answered late!!!

MAX AND KENMA!!!! I AGREE THEY ARE ALIKE IN A LOT OF WAYS TO ME TOO!! But i bet kenma will hate max and max is just neutral about kenma (and theyre also both transmascs to me!! sfdafadaa).

How many times is Tsukki going to hurt Megane's feelings in this scenario. I can already see the murder scene dsgadafsdagd and i love it!!

Aone, Ushiwaka, and Gouenji in one corner. In complete and awkward silence. I sure do hope they're vibing bcs Aone would fr point at these two if he wants. I dont think anything's going to happen if he points. It would just bring more awkward fadafadaagasam (aone also deserves a better seat than being with these two, in my honest opinion 😔 /lh)

HINATA AND ENDOU INFODUMPING AND TRYING TO PLAY EACH OTHER'S SPORTS WITH EACH OTHER!!! HSDAGADAFADAFADAA YES, I NEED THAT SO MUCH!! ENDOU WOULD BE SO GOOD AS A MIDDLE BLOCKER, I DONT EVEN NEED TO SAY WHY. AND HINATA'S SPEED AND AGILITY?!?! HE'D BE A GREAT FIELD PLAYER!! I THINK HE'D EVEN BE A GOOD GOALKEEPER FROM HOW HE CATCHES THE BALL!!! (somebody should stop him from using an underhand receive though)

YEEAAAHHHH, I LOVE THESE SO MUCH, THANK YOU!!!!

[katyahina]

I can't believe I've managed at least something just in time this December ;-; I hope you have a good birthday @synthwayve !! Thank you very much for support and positivity in the fandom! And for being such a great mutual! And for the most scrungly Mico fanart I've ever seen x)

[anambermusicbox]

Excerpt from 2024 人物 interview, found here:

For example, [while redoing the album] Qian Lei "forced" him to write a song. Qian Lei thought, this new album was extremely significant to him, so there should be a song Zhou Shen wrote himself. What's more, others have criticized him for not being able to compose. But Qian Lei knows he can---and quite well too. "It's not possible someone with strong emotions and a sensitive heart to not be able to write a good melody, it's completely not possible." Usually, Zhou Shen will hum out a melody and record it with his phone---sound engineer Xu Wei has listened to them and thought the melody lines were really good, and could absolutely be straightened out into an original song. But Zhou Shen always felt it wasn't good enough, and even said, to compose beside such a skilled composer like Lei-ge, it would be like an elementary schooler insisting on reciting their composition in front of a doctorate holder---so imprudent. His friends all know his personality---for a "master in self-deprication," being unduly humble was a daily occurrence. His old friend of ten years, lyricist 沃特艾文儿 said: "Not just composing---when I first met him, he even thought his singing was bad. It was so upsetting to me. I'm very relieved that he at least recognizes his singing ability now." Qian Lei has also listened to Zhou Shen's compositions before, and told him, isn't this pretty good? Zhou Shen said, don't mess with me. Qian Lei said, I'm serious, I'm not joking, it's quite good. Zhou Shen said, bye bye. Qian Lei said, bye bye yourself. Thus, when working on the new album, he would use every means possible to force him to write a song. One moment he would "hold a hammer behind him and get him to hurry up and write," the next moment he would set his mind at ease, saying "you don't have to overthink it, gradually the more you write the easier it will be. I'm here, so don't worry." This song was written at Qian Lei's home---once the first step of writing was taken, the rest went smoothly. Musically, Zhou Shen already had things in mind, and a few hours later, the main melody was basically set. Zhou Shen also participated a lot in writing the lyrics. He really liked the line "I can catch the flowers floating in the wind; I don't care whether I fall into the galaxy or into the mud." But "no matter how I sang it, it felt a little off, like it was missing something." He hummed it and hummed it, and out of nowhere added a soft, low, even a little "rude", "嘿，少管我," and "suddenly it came to life." Before, Zhou Shen had always wanted to write a song called "少管我." In his earlier years, he had randomly used these words in replies to fans, and in an interview where he talked about how his fans were never satisfied no matter what he changed his profile picture to, he ended up jokingly shouting "少管我, " and it then went viral. After that, Zhou Shen thought, as a singer, if one day I could turn "少管我" into a song, how interesting would that be. These past few years, he found a lot of people to compose its melody, but he always felt the melodies weren't quite what he wanted. The album that was cancelled also had a song in it named "少管我," but he still felt it wasn't quite right. Until now, it came to him like a "gift" from above. The first impression many people get from these three words is more or less rigid, sharp, harsh, stubborn, and capricious. But to Zhou Shen, a rebellious attitude is easy but truly knowing yourself is a long journey. "It's not necessarily about rebelling against the whole world, but you have to clearly know what version of yourself you want to be, and only then can you become yourself."

The day of the interview at an art park in Tongzhou, Beijing, the sky darkened a little. Zhou Shen took out his cell phone and played the unmixed recording of "少管我." The melody was light, "like travelling, very free." He shook his head to beat, and listened to the song he had listened to countless times one more time. "When I was writing this song and its lyrics, I didn't have "少管我" in mind, but in the end it became the "少管我" that I wanted." Moments like these, sparks flying, you think, "that’s right"---that's the biggest joy in making an album.

[evilmom]

🌱.

[lokorum]

what would you say is your favorite jonmichael fic..... im very curious and love to reread anything in that tag

oh but how can i pick only one when they all are so good??? (,,•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ,,)?

aaaaaa can i make the several honorable mentions of the fics that made me scream and roll on the floor?????? pretty please???

scheherazade was one of the first jonmichael fics that i found while going through all of the cher's works because, evidently, they have no fics that are not worth reading!! (i'm sorry if and forty feet down only confirming it!!!)

sleep inertia has one of the best dialogues i ever read!!! the way cruelzy writes michael's lines??? aaaaaaaaa its so delicious and believable and never for a second i thought i'm reading something out of canon?? its just that good. 

carousel is the only one fic (from what i found) that i set in the last season and its adds a lot of layers to that big jonmichael onion that torments my eyes for a while now ldkfjgkdfjg also it's messy?? i mean the whole situation in the fic?? its so humanly complicated and it does not gives you the chance to experience any of the feelings clearly and i love it!! screechfox somehow captured all of the complicated stuff in one fic, blendered it together and for the whole time i just couldn't take my eyes away from it. 

five times michael saves jon's life and one time he doesn't have to - is here to sooth our pain and heal our wounds. i reread it so many times!! the dynamic between jon and michael in it is one to live for!!! sometimes you think 5+1 kind of fics can't surprise you anymore and then the coolest author like paisleycowboys enters the room and proves you wrong. 

to be like super honest, the 100 ways to say i love you series, when i first saw it, made me think im not gonna like it? i love my fanfics long and scary and bittersweet and with a bad-very-not-good-endings, so the title of this one made me go "hmmmmm HMMMMM hmmmmm hmmmm?" but ive started to read it anyway, theres not that many fics on the ao3 for jonmichael, we cant afford to be capricious and gosh GOSH i was so fucking wrong!!! its sweet AND sad AND scary AND awkward (in a best way!!!) AND it made me giggle so many times!!! NeedsCaffeineRightNow can make even the edgiest of us enjoy the soft kinds of fics (its not hard when they are written with so much care and love.)

POSSESSIVE!! MICHAEL!! COMBING!!! JON'S!! HAIR!!!!!! what else do we need from life?

transition, every time i reread it or think about it, makes me painfully aware of how many things should coincide for something to work. it's not one of those fics that completely encompass you; nor its the one that leaves you with new headcanons or in a good mood, no, i think it's the one that leaves you in dissoray, making you want to argue with author, to ask them what were they thinking about, pointing on your weak sides like this?, giving you something precious and then stealing it away? pushing your old bruises? that is to say, i have nothing but deep respect for indefensibleselfindulgence. to write fic that makes you want to engage in conversation? thats powerful 

Our 'Angel' of Static and Bone is written so inexplicably good, that more than once i wondered, how NeverwinterThistle was able to do it? and then i realised they are one of my fave bg3 and dishonored authors phpphp but really, the care, the effort that went into this fic? they are literally visible! you can feel the amount of time and brain juice that went into writing it. and the neighbor character? they appeared like two times?? and still their addition left me speechless with how clever it is, how different!! absolutely amazing work.

adjective noun has jonmichael chapter (11) that destroyed me as a person i swear i laughed so hard i dropped my phone and just kept giggling face-into-the-pillow style!!!!!! its rare for the fics to bring you this childish kind of pure joy; the little in-between moment of forgetting about everything, good and bad, and just have a good time. this chapter is definitely one of those rare things and it also made me wish there would be more jonmichael fics from cuttoth. somehow they nailed everything that should be nailed about this ship and did it in a couple of pages, what a magical work!! 

and well, now here's my fave fic, the one that took my head, shaked it like it's a soda can, and then left it open, fountaining at first and then dented and empty. 

I ask for nothing, but maybe I'm lying is the work that made me grateful for the fact that i know how to read in english. its....mmmm, you know that feeling when fic makes you go through literally everything? and then, as a bonus, through all stages of grief as well?

first you get hooked up by the beautiful writing style and so you know the fic is gonna be good and you get comfortable and you turn yourself off from the rest of the world and you read. 

you love pov, you love mood shifts, you love pacing, you love when scenes are short and you pause to think about what happened / you love when scenes are long and you get overloaded with the simple things that make you feel complicated emotions, you love it all. 

then you start to wish it would never finish; you look at the scrolling bar from time to time, a little bit too aware of how much there's left to read, a little bit too anxious about it. and at the same time, the fic starts to make you feel safe, confident, that at least it's gonna be alright, its gonna be that one work that will replace the canon events for you. it was the

“Oh. Oh, Archivist, no. That’s not right at all,” you say to yourself as you watch him march into artefact storage, both hands clamped around an axe. 

On a whim, you decide to save him."

line for me for sure uhhh it still hits as good as the first time too 

and then you get to the ending and you just stare at the screen. that hollowing feeling slowly spreading inside you. *sigh* its the best sort of inspiration im sure, but its the worse one too. i have no idea how possessedradios and authors like them are able to write something that kills you, then reanimates you and then makes you sit in front of the tablet drawing hours non stop. ''I ask for nothing, but maybe I'm lying" is so beautiful its scares and fascinates me, just like the podcast did. hell, better then the podcast did.  i know its silly but i even named my fisrt fanart of michael as the title of the fic 👉👈

ahhhh SO i rumbled again SORRY!!!!!!! every time someone asks something from me its either "i'll reply later" (replies 10 years after) or "tolstoy, hold my fucking beer". but i really hope that fic writers, not only those who are mentioned here but like in general? know how much they affect other people!! how their work creates safe spaces for others!! how they make readers smile or cry, even if those readers (im not pointing finger on myself idk what you talking about pgphpphph) are little gremlins that leaving comments once in a decade....................

have fun time reading!! <3

btw im working on a little fanart rn............. (expressing my deepest grattitude to ao3 johmichael writers 😳🔪)

[thefourchimes]

Encanto Dashboard Simulator

haha guess who just decided to try something completely unhinged in an attempt to be funny and is probably failing miserably at it?

#im trying my best #this will probably crash and burn but hey at least i tried right #say hello to an encanto dashboard simulator #the movie but in tumblr lmao #or rather this is a day before the movie #also i think i fumbled on some of the characterizations...im sorry pls go easy on me ahahsfiuhasf #oh and dont question too much about time periods because i have no idea either #i kept it as vague as possible lmao

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🕯 encanto-updates May 20

Antonio Madrigal, the youngest member of the magical Madrigal family, will be having his 5th birthday and gift ceremony tomorrow!

The ceremony and celebration will be happening at Casita by 7 in the evening!

#madrigal ceremonies #the madrigals #madrigal family #antonio madrigal #the encanto

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🔁👀 hidden-in-plain-sight reblogged farmingwoes May 20

🏯 probablymagicalplaces Follow May 20

does anyone have any theories on what the youngest madrigal's gift will be?

🥣 magic-soup Follow May 20

maybe something similar to his siblings?? dolores has superhearing and camilo has shapeshifting. what could be a possible gift like those?

or maybe like his mom! something closer to nature, maybe

🌾 farmingwoes Follow May 20

as long as it isn't like his mother's gift, pretty much anything is good

🔇 shhhhquiet May 20

Hm.

👀 hidden-in-plain-sight May 20

hey man @farmingwoes u really shouldnt be saying things like this, u know? i mean, what if a madrigal sees it? u'd be screwed!

🌾 farmingwoes Follow May 20

as if the family would check this hellsite

👀 hidden-in-plain-sight May 20

u never know tho...they could literally be reading this right now

#theres always a chance ur words will come back to bite u #:]

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🙃 aaaaaaaaa May 20 • Liked by nothingswrongimtotallyfine

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#screams #more screaming

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🔁💃 his-shine reblogged her-sun May 20

🎶 her-sun Follow May 20

@his-shine Mi vida, I have a cup of coffee with your name on it.

💃 his-shine Follow May 20

You are a lifesaver.

#gracias #i really appreciate it #<3

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🧍‍♂️ listentomeimserious Follow May 20 • Because you follow #the madrigals

Finally, after three whole months of researching and writing, I have done it.

Here, in all its glory, is my analysis on why the Madrigals and their supporters are a cult, complete with sources, pictures, and pure undeniable proof to drill the point home and shut the doubters up.

Let's begin.

` Keep Reading

#the madrigals #encanto #this took me so long to gather and write #but i have finally done it #here is your proof!! #the madrigals are a cult!!!

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🔁🪓 please-take-a-break reblogged need-a-break May 20

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I did not expect that tree to fall down the way it did.

🔪 need-a-break Follow May 20

Ay...come here, mi amor.

#eheh...lo siento

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🔁🫠 nothingswrongimtotallyfine reblogged lovercorn May 20

👊 gotintoafistfightanddidntdie Follow May 20

there's a donkey munching hay outside my house again...

🌽 lovercorn Follow May 20

op, are you okay...did you get enough sleep

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🧶 wondrous-crafts May 20

⚫ Anonymous asked: any new projects you made recently? will you share them?

Oh! Well, I do have some things I created in the past few weeks. A stuff toy and some embroidered items ready for events...

Not sure yet if I'll share them but we can see how that goes!

#got a couple things prepared for my family #but we'll have to see if i'll share them hahaha #yeah

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🔁🐀 iaminyourwalls reblogged jumpedbyacapybara May 20 • They're back!

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sure hope tomorrow won't be a disaster in the making

#knock knock knock #knock on wood

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[aettuddae]

to that anon who’s also wondering how far is jimin’s obsession w serim’s hands gonna go . . . i got something for you

(1) i can imagine jimin trying to be subtle as she can possibly be, knowing how much effect she has on serim, she’s gonna use that for her advantage! picture serim and jimin casually watching tv, sat beside one another. jimin missing the warmth of serim’s hands (we all know she’s not gonna say that out loud, but let’s just ignore that), holds the older’s wrist to bring one of her hands on top of her thigh, serim’s hand slightly smacking her. jimin’s excuse? a fly. and serim will just look at the younger like 🤨 jimin would probably threaten the older to not remove her hand or else she’ll kill one of serim’s plants, and all serim can do is obey. wouldn’t even question jimin’s actions 😭 NOT AT ALL (from time to time, serim would trace circles on jimin’s thigh and all jimin could do is squirm on the inside)

(2) if ever the two would sleep again in one bed (not sexually!) i can also imagine serim’s sleeping body close to jimin, but we all know they cuddle when they sleep tgt so let’s put it like that. serim’s head trapped in the crook of jimin’s neck, her hand peacefully resting on jimin’s stomach while her arm is trapped between the mattress and jimin’s back, her other hand holding the younger’s waist tenderly. and jimin would still not find that enough 😭✋🏼 carefully, she’ll put the hand resting on her stomach close to her mouth, leaving small kisses as she looks at serim’s face, watching to see if the older would wake up cuz of her actions. and the next day she’ll be like, “why the fuck did i do that?”

(if she’s not leaving pecks on serim’s hand, she’ll probably bring it on her neck and move each fingers as if serim’s moving it on her own)

(3) we do know how their company’s kinda on abt the whole fake dating thing, so i can see them ordering the two to be more affectionate in public. serim sticking beside jimin in a party, following her like a lost puppy. and then jimin would find some other artists to talk to, of course serim’s beside her. serim, remembering the orders of the company, will put her hand on jimin’s waist, caressing it. and the younger would bring her hand on top of serim’s guiding her thru her body, leaving serim’s hand on her stomach, making serim lean closer than she already did. i can imagine jimin caressing serim’s hands even without much people around, and her excuse would probably be “company’s order.”

+++ LOLOLOL i can also see her looking thru serim’s pics and zooming in on her hands and then she’ll be like, “OOOOOHH that’s veiny, i want that.” but of course, she wouldn’t say that 😭 “eugh, why is it veiny?” is what she’d probably say

also jimin watching intensely at serim typing on her computer cuz her fingers are looking too good and are moving so fast LOL

(i’ll be 🍊 anon now if you don’t mind!)

IWJDIEKSLQJWPWJD92JDOUFOWHDIEJWIDJFIRI3ID9WIA AAAAAAAAA RRRAAAAAAWWWWWRRRT GRRRR WOFDF

listen i read this anon yesterday right before when i had to leave my house so i couldn't get the time to answer it until now, but swear i haven't stop thinking about, anon you have made me so happy and smiley and blush a lot

i barely even have idea as to what to answer i'm just growling omg this is like fanfiction of my fanfiction

1. THIS IS FIRST OF ALL GRRRRRRRRR RAWR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and secondly, can we talk about how insanely reasonable it would be for serim to have her hand stuck to jimin's thigh whenever they sit next to each other? we literally saw jimin being obsessed with serim's hands and serim being obsessed with jimin's thighs. third, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. fourth, this is so cute this is so cute this is so cute like jimin threatening serim and the small circles where can i read this fanfic does anyone know?

2. i'm going to kill myself. that's it. how ADORABLE, how DOMESTIC, how INSANE is that even when they're sleeping together she needs her even closer so she just starts kissing her fingers? i can't i don't know what to do, this ask is so good it makes me feel mediocre as a writer. i should be better, i apologize. GOOD LORD

3. THIS ONE'S THE BETTER SHUT UPPPP, i'm stealing this one idc you didn't put copyright. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, SHE'S MAKING HER HOLD HER TIGHTER BY LEADING HER HAND THRU HER BODY 🗣🗣🗣 SHE'S CARESSING HER HAND 🗣🗣🗣🗣

+ i can't she has totally done that 😭 the times she has stalked serim she so have paused on one picture where her hands are in all their glory to stare at it, lost in thought, just to realize after a while and be like "i'm so gross what's wrong with me?"

anon you have to kill me even to the last sentence you need to do this more often i'm paying you

i've never been this thrilled about an ask, i feel like i'm the one obsessed with serim's hands. anon i think i'm in love with you.

and yes, there's no problem !!

[merakiui]

Omg the sk! Floyd fic. It's everything and more. My eel simpimg brain needs more of this au. Sweet but deadly floyd is one of the best Floyd's. I need to know what happens after. Does he keep her at her home or take her to his place after? I just AAAAAAAAA (screaming into the void).

Thank you for enjoying it!!! I think a sweet and scary Floyd is a good Floyd. (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ he may seem like all rough edges to others, but with his loved ones he’s very soft. And if you’re Shrimpy he’s doting on you all the time until he has to threaten you into submission. ;;;

I like to think he spends a week or so with you in your house just,,,,, constantly fucking you in hopes of getting you pregnant. If you aren’t eating, bathing, sleeping, or trying to relax as best as you can when there’s a serial killer keeping you captive in your own home, then Floyd’s all over you, fucking you in every which way out of the desire to knock you up. He’s so intent on having kids that at this point you don’t think it’s even the pleasure that drives him. Though it’s an added bonus, it’s the thought of getting you pregnant that really appeals to him the most. He’s had lots of time to picture you pregnant while he was in prison, so naturally he’s going to be radiating excitement when he’s fucking you as if it’s the end of the world.

He might not stay at your house for very long, though. If the authorities are smart, they’ll eventually come looking for you because when he met you for interviews he wasn’t entirely secretive about his interest in you. He’ll probably take you elsewhere after a week or whenever he thinks it’s time to move to another location. Jade helps if you’re being a pain, and somehow he’s scarier than his serial killer brother. But Floyd isn’t unfair. He lets you take things from your home that you find comforting or really like. His place is a little empty (and isolated), so you’ll need all the comforts you can get. But regardless he’s just happy to finally be reunited with Shrimpy after all this time apart, and now he can start a big family with you! <3

[hiraethwa]

ave hELLO yes pls match this freak bc i am currently head empty no thoughts except for sleepy morning tobio who refuses to let you out of his arms bc for ONCE he doesn't have morning practice and he JUST wants you to stay in bed with him but YOU wanted to make him breakfast and now he's whining bc he's caught between wanting to eat ur yummy breakfast and well. just wanting to eat you.

ahem. discuss.

RAIN <33 fancy seeing you here *wink wink

sleepy morning tobio is so fucking cute i will never stop gushing about this man he's so aRGRHRHGGGHGHGH i wanna chomp him

let's be honest, i would be hella conflicted over my own decision, to stay in his comfy embrace or to make him breakfast that i never get to do because his practice starts so goddamn early :((

but i can't go back to sleep after waking up so i toss and turn around on him trying to find the perfect position to fall back asleep until tobio gets a little grumpy because "why can't you just go back to sleep"

he just wants to go back to sleep with you in his arms aaaaaaaaa

AND WHAT IF HE SAYS "stop moving around so much, or do you need me to stop you from moving?" with his raspy morning drawl filled with sleepiness and yet, the dominance shining through

let's also not mention if you were in a spooning position, and you squirm a little against him, blushing at the thought, which wipes the sleep from his eyes. you've really done it now... he's got you pinned under him HAKSJHJDKASDKAA

"sweetheart, do i need to coax you back to sleep?" because you know... orgasms are amazing for falling asleep

and what if i commit a crime after this... what if... /j

match my freak! askbox event

[howlsofbloodhounds]

re: the food thing

bbkeasnknd howl this is so funny because i'm writing the fic somewhat around that issue (i swear i'll finish it, i'm just busy with school aaaaaaaaa 😭😭😭). the thing is, in my alternate multiverse(?), nightmare doesn't have a castle - he just ambles from universe to universe (he's very whimsy that way /hj), and so all his subordinates also have to adapt quickly to the scavenger/nomad lifestyle or die from hunger. killer is very lucky he's nightmare's 'favorite', or else he wouldn't make it this far without any prior knowledge on hunting and foraging and stuff.

also, this brings up an interesting point about game mechanics. like, hp is the important factor to whether you're healthy or alive, and by game mechanics you can restore full hp at save points. if killer is the one with the ability (and is the most determined) in a universe, then he can use the save points too, right? that means theoretically he doesn't need to eat as long as he can access save points and restore his full hp. idk if this is a good thing or not honestly...

~ crowshipping anon

Yippee welcome back crow! Ngl id love to hear more about your multiverse.

I find it very interesting to explore what it’s like to have every aspect of your life and existence entirely controlled by another, and how that would effect someone who now is in a position of freedom and everything that comes with that.

Mainly having to learn and remember that you have a responsibility to meet your body’s most basic needs on your own now, and there’s no one around who decides when, where, how, what, and how much you eat if you want to remain functional let alone survive.

which is a big fucking problem for killer because most days he can’t feel these things and doesn’t care about himself or his body to bother to care for it. And which im sure it also pisses him off if he has to rely on anyone like that again.

im guessing one of the biggest ways he knows how to get the body’s needs met is manipulation and fawning. which gives him the idea he has to do or say something, or make someone believe something, to gain access to things like food and water.

you’d think he’d learn how to make himself more independent and less reliant on (or controlled by) others by learning these hunting and foraging skills, which im sure some versions of him absolutely did by using any resources available to learn something new, but also some versions of him may’ve gained control by just simply cutting off a need/the awareness of a need. the need for food or water or rest or sleep, especially if it’s something that was encouraged/conditioned.

Killer himself may view the hp game mechanics as a very valuable tool, a good thing. he is not controlled if he has no need for what others are offering by dangling over his head in exchange for something else. as for if it’s actually a good thing, probably not lmao.

[venturethighs]

Ohhhhhhhchcbbcbdncnncjskd not the zombie fleshlight fic that I'm going to publish at 4:51 AM when everyone is asleep... AAAAAAAAA–

You undo the stitches of your legs and collapse into your shared bed.

How long have you been walking today? You lost track of the hours. Not to mention the near unbearable heat despite taking a parasol to protect yourself under. You were lucky you didn't rip any stitches with the amount of bloating your body went through.

The scent you wore for your date was more than enough to cover the corpse stench, though. You're thankful for that.

Despite the fact they reassured you that they understood– you still didn't want to embarrass them. Even though they promise they could never be embarrassed by you.

A nice cold shower was more than enough to reduce the bloating for the night. Now, it's just time to focus on sleep.

Or... so you thought.

You shuffle and crawl your way over to your beloved and wrap your stitched arms around them like they were your teddy bear.

An ancient, cursed and mummified teddy bear... but a teddy bear nonetheless.

You reach over and place kisses to their unwrapped face. They frustratingly stir from their sleep before realizing it's just you, and proceed to happily accept the affection being given to them.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry..." You apologize.

"I was barely asleep, so don't worry." They lean over and scoop you up into their arms.

"Plus, you can wake me up whenever. I don't care." They place delicate kisses to your face just as you had done for them.

"You need your rest." You tell them, fighting the urge to giggle with every peppered kiss.

"I've been sleeping for centuries before you came along. I'd say I'm good." They nuzzle your face with theirs. "Plus, you're the one who woke me up... silly."

"Sorry!" You jokingly apologize.

For a moment you two share breaths as you rub your nose against theirs. It's times like these you cherish the most– no one interrupting you, no one making unnecessary comments, no judgemental eyes cast from across the way. Despite it all, your date was definitely one to remember.

"You're so sweet. I could just eat you up." They smile.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one saying that?" You lightly laugh.

"Good thing I don't have a brain then, hmm?" They softly pet your head.

"I bet it was the size of a peanut." You joke again. They move to squeeze their arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I still have it, thank you very much! I just can't remember where I put it..." They sigh.

"How ironic." You add.

They plaster more kisses to your face. You can't stop yourself from smiling.

"You looked so cute today." They think back to seeing you all dolled up just for them.

"You really think so?" You feel yourself turn a light shade of purple from their compliment.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." They reassure you.

Then– from almost nowhere– they hook one of their fingers underneath your lacy underwear and pull the fabric back before letting it smack against your cool skin. Shock lights up your face instantaneously.

"And you think I wouldn't notice you wearing something like that for me?" They lightly laugh.

Your lilac blush turns into a darkened amethyst.

"I didn't think you could see it..." You look away for a moment, but a hand reaches over and guides you back to their piercing gaze.

"Are you joking? I had to stop other people from looking at you." Their hand lightly kneads the flesh of your hips. "Your outfit... are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?" They snicker.

Okay. Maybe you did intentionally choose something that was a little more sheer than intended– but you didn't think it would be that bad.

"Not entirely..." You confess. "I... didn't know it was that bad."

"You're lucky I have centuries worth of patience or I would've torn into you when I first saw you." You can hear the switch in their voice– the darkness starting to cloud their mind.

"Wear it again for me sometime. I really liked it..." They admit.

Their fingers dig into your hips and knead a little harder. Then their second hand joins in on the other side, now slipping underneath your underwear as you lightly squirm above them from the sensation. In your growing excitement you place harsh kisses to their scarred lips as they continue their handiwork.

"So sweet." They whisper in between your shared intimacy. "Like... the sugary cloud we ate today."

You giggle. "Like cotton candy?" You remind them.

"Yes... like cotton candy... and the cold, pink, sweet milk–" It seems like they had no idea what modern sweets were.

"The strawberry milkshake?" You add.

"Milkshake..." They repeat. "Cotton candy... and our strawberry milkshake..."

They recall the flavors they experienced for the first time today.

"They were all good. None of them are as sweet as you are, though." They smile.

"Am I really that sweet to you?" You verbally prod them to hear more praise. "Like the treats we shared?"

"More so." They reiterate. "I still remember your taste very well."

They only move their hands to adjust you enough to begin placing kisses down your neck. Then, their hands slide down and underneath the delicate fabric around your hips once more. They waste no time shuffling them down and discarding them into the floor where they belong.

"Ah– I unstitched my legs because I was so tired." You explain. Your voice softly cracks from their hands squeezing and kneading at your hips again.

"No need to apologize." They murmur.

One of their fingers lightly brushes against your folds and an abrupt whimper escapes from your lips. You can feel them snicker against your neck as they continue placing more kisses down the side of it, occasionally stopping to bite and suckle in order to place hickies on your discolored skin. More whimpers and whines rise from your throat as a result.

"Your sounds are also sweet." They praise you further.

You can feel their length harden and poke against your legless hips.

"Make more of them for me, please." They ask– almost coming out as a plea.

"You have to earn them." You tease.

They wrap their arms around your waist and maneuver themself on top of you. Your hair fans out underneath your sensitive figure– reaching upwards with your arms to in order to bring them closer. They happily let you wrap them around their neck and look down at you with their glowing eyes. Their length continues uncomfortably poking you between your unstitched thighs.

"Be gentle with me." You pout. "My body is still sore from today."

They lower themself even further for a moment to nestle their face against yours.

"As you wish. Though, it's hard to hold back... when it's you, at least." They warn you. "If it hurts... please tell me..."

You softly nod.

They sit up and free themself just enough that their cock is showing but their legs remain covered.

You'll never get used to seeing it. Each and every time it sends the electricity straight between your legs, causing your amethyst blush to turn pure indigo. They nearly match the shade of purple on your face– so at least it was a mutual feeling.

They take the shaft in their hand and rub the precome soaked head between your folds. You shudder in delight as it glazes over your slick, throbbing clit and it earns them a gentle moan of encouragement.

"The look on your face is so endearing." They mumble to themself.

They rub the tip inside of your glistening folds a few more times just to see your reaction. The way your head sinks into the mattress and your back arches off the covers... it's so utterly hypnotizing to them. If only they could capture it forever in some way. Except– no painter nor picture could ever do it justice. Not to them.

"Does it feel good...?" They ask.

Your hands are desperately grabbing at the sheets beneath you.

"Mmh... yes~!" You answer between heavy breaths.

They align themself at your sopping entrance before their fingers prod gently between your folds to continue where they left off. Every delicate flick of their fingers has you writhing in pure pleasure. If they focus hard enough they swear they can feel the electric current pulsating underneath your skin.

But they can't have you coming just yet– and the look you make when they stop is near heartbreaking.

"I'm not done with you yet, so don't pout like that." The dark undertone begins to come out further as they grow more provoked.

"I can't help it, your fingers feel too good." You complain.

They only laugh in response.

Then, they proceed to slowly slip inside of you. Their hands grasp at either side of your hips and lift them up for better access. Like a toy– a personal toy– for them and them only. Had you kept your legs connected then they'd surely be wrapped around their waist right now.

At first their pace is slow. They're kind enough to let you adjust to their thrusting before they get anymore vicious. They watch as one of your hands replace theirs between your folds– hastily circling your sensitive center as they lazily continue pumping in and out of you at their own pace. Every moan you make as a result is absolutely intoxicating. You can feel yourself spasm around their cock with every quick, repetitive movement of your stitched fingers.

And they can't let themself fall behind– so they instantly increase their motion to become harsher as a result.

Every rough grind against your hips drives your body further and further into the mattress of your shared bed. Their glowing eyes are transfixed on the reactions this causes– the soft bouncing of your chest, the twisting expression of bliss on your beautiful face, all the wonderful noises that arise and escape your lightly drool covered lips.

"So divine. So radiant–" The ancient Egyptian comes out once again. "Do you know that?"

Of course you can't understand a word they're saying, but it sounds positive– especially by the way their voice is nearly cracking on each word.

Every passing minute has them growing rougher until their fingers are practically ripping into your undead flesh, and if it wasn't for the fact you had a higher pain tolerance you'd be yelping from it all. You feel yourself tighten around their length as it desperately throbs inside of you just waiting to spill it's essence within.

"Are you close...?" You ask, your fingers still attentively working on yourself.

They wearily pant.

"Close..." They repeat in their native tongue. "Are you... getting close...?"

You can sense the substantial feeling building between your legs as the pleasure heightens with each of your strokes. You can only imagine it's the same for them, considering they're no longer thinking straight. Every sound that you make becomes louder and frantic as you feel yourself rapidly approaching the end.

"Please... come with me..." They beg you. "I need... you... to come with me..."

Even though you can't understand a word they said, you definitely get the gist of it. Near uncontrollably, they find themself coming so hard that they almost lose themself to the sheer force of it. Inside of you is decorated white with their seed, and they're seeing stars along side geometric patterns flying haphazardly in their vision before it clears up enough to see you collapse on the bed alongside them.

Then the curse dissipates. As it always does.

Your fingers are tired. Your body is tired. Their hands move from your hips to grab and pull you into their chest for cuddles. They lovingly pet your head and cradle it as if you were precious treasure– and you are, at least... to them, you are.

"Are you okay...? I didn't hurt you, did I?" They casually slip back into English.

You shake your head.

"Just tired." You answer honestly.

"Then rest. You deserve it." They place a kiss atop your forehead. "It's been a long day for the both of us."

A moment of silence passes.

"Mmm. I love you." You feel yourself slowly drifting away into sleep.

A soft smile lights up their face.

"I love you, too." They whisper back to you in ancient Egyptian.

[coffeeandbatboys]

👀👀👀

Ollo, I am scootin' in for the matchmaker!

First of all, to dear Coffee...CONGRATS AGAIN! And second of all, Helena, please help me find the bestest trooper for me 🙇

let's see how short I can make this...

I am an essentric individual! I have a ridiculous number of hobbies and activities that I like to do, ranging from crafts (drawing, painting, knitting, crochet) to studying (Mythology, history, metaphysical topics) to indulging (fandoms, tv/movies, music). I went to school for Early Childhood Education, as I love kids...but my mobility changed and now I can't safely be in that profession. And I have music (or movie noises, or ambiance) on literally 24/7 as I cannot stand silence.

Positive traits: Very good memory (I remember most conversations I am part of), protective of my peoples, empathetic, and smart (analytical brain). I have been told I'm self-sacrificing, kind, quirky, funny and a good listener by loved ones

Negative traits: Forgetful of the strangest things (if I have fed the pets, holidays), protectiveness can be coddling, emotional, and distrustful of others. I am a bit lazy and have been called a defeatist.

I tend to use a wheelchair when I leave the house as a mobilty aid (sometimes in the house too, but i am stubborn and hate it) and tend to have an over-active mind so I rarely get any sleep. I also tend to go through depressive spells sooo... you'll have to warn them about *gestures vaguely to myself* that

If you need more information than that...👀

*slides over a datapad with @moonlightwarriorqueen on it*

You can find me here!

Thank you for reading all this and I wish you the best of luck with your event

😘💜💜💜

AAAAAAAAA MOONIEEEEEEEE TYYYYY oh...ok Helena is grabbing the phone....oh she looks serious...ttyl I guess...

Helena: *slams fist on countertop* Do. I. Have. A. Match. For. You.

I have been eying him in your favor for a while but your application has solidified my choice...

...which is why I have decided to pair you with ARC Trooper Jesse!

Jesse is loyal, caring, and an overall good man. He may not know much about mythology or metaphysical topics (maker, force osik is enough to make his head spin) but he will be willing to listen and learn from you!

He is interested by many different kinds of art, and he'll love to watch watch the way you craft. (Also, expect him to ask sheepishly if you'll make him something; perhaps a small crocheted plush or a drawing that he can tuck in one of his armor's pouches)

And domesticity? Whether it's just the two of you or starting a family, he loves it. The two of you will probably cuddle up and watch movies together when he's on leave, and he loves exploring your playlists and hearing new music! (New to him at least; he's got some catching up to do)

He may have a hard time with being overprotective when it comes to your mobility issues. He knows that you are capable but that doesn't stop him from wanting to help you. He'll most likely go to Kix and ask about ways he can assist you or make you more comfortable. Many cuddles will ensue.

If you're feeling down or out of touch, he'll gauge the situation and adapt to your mood, whether that means cheering you up or making sure you know he loves you.

Here's Jesse's comm code! Thanks for stopping by!

.....Thanks again Moonlight!! I wish you and your new trooper nothing but the best! 🩵🩵���

Coffee's 400 follower celebration at Midnight Oil caf house

[imtrashbutcute]

I have a request... 🥺

sooo y/n wins a fancall with seonghwa and jokingly gives him their number, but hwa actually messages them later 👀 please make it smutty if possible 🩷 thank you for your hard work 🙆🏻‍♀️

AAAAAAAAA thank you so much for this request!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading

Need some help with that?

Pairing: Park Seonghwa (ATEEZ) x reader

Genre: smut with a little fluff

Warnings: MDNI, swearing, mentions of phone sex, mentions of using sex toys, oral sex (male receiving and implied female receiving), public sex (kind of?? it's in a practice room)

Word count: 3436

Who knew that such an embarrassing moment would lead to something like this?

After double-checking the audio on your computer and ensuring that your camera was set up correctly, you let out a shaky sigh. You were practically restless since you got the email that you won a slot for the upcoming ATEEZ fansign. You had been a fan of theirs since they debuted and had supported them through all the crazy moments they’d gone through. 

A sound came from your computer, letting you know that your video call with the members was going to start in just a couple of minutes. Nervously, you wiped your hands on your skirt. These eight men had been an anchor for you during some of your hardest moments in life and now you were about to meet them. Words couldn’t even express the gratitude and respect you had for them. 

You saw your screen change from the waiting screen to the loading screen before Mingi popped up. Seeing his wide grin eased some of your anxiety as the two of you chatted back and forth for a couple minutes. It felt so natural talking to him, almost like you two had been friends for years. He thanked you as you moved on to the next member. 

***

You were about ready to crawl into a ball and disappear into the void, never to see the light of day again. You were for sure going to be banned from ever entering a fansign again, perhaps even from attending a concert. 

Out of complete nervousness, you, for some reason, blurted out your phone number to Seonghwa. You were sure he thought you were utterly delusional and you made him uncomfortable. He kept looking away as you told him it. So clearly, he was uncomfortable. You weren’t entirely sure what had possessed you to do it. It just spilled out. 

After the call had ended, you ended up texting your friends about it since they were eagerly waiting to hear how it went. You didn’t want to tell them, though. It was incredibly embarrassing and you were ready to take it to your grave. However, knowing these friends, they’d probably be more impressed than anything. Sending them a quick text, you plug your phone into its charger before curling up under your blankets and trying to sleep your embarrassment away.

***

“Hyung, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, you only met her for a few minutes. And what if it’s not even her number?”

Seonghwa had put (y/n)’s number in his phone as soon as the last fancall ended and was now staring at the text box as he tried to think of a message to send. He didn’t know why, but he was actually a little hopeful about texting her. Maybe it was because it seemed like she didn’t intentionally tell him it but like it happened more out of nerves. 

“I’ll be careful.”

Jongho sighed as he pulled out his own phone. “If the company finds out, they’re not going to be happy about this.”

“Well,” Seonghwa hummed, “I don’t plan on telling any of them. Do you?”

Jongho shook his head.

“Just make sure it’s actually her before you get invested.”

***

After what felt like 30 minutes, you were startled awake from your stress nap by your text ringtone. It was dark outside, indicating that you had been asleep for a few hours. You feel around for your phone before your hand lands on it. Turning it on, you have to squint as the light blinds you. You notice the 100+ messages from your friends. 

“I’ll respond to them in a bit” you mutter as you glance up to see a message from an unknown number. ‘No way. I have to still be dreaming.’

[Unknown number]: Hey, I hope that this is actually your number and not a prank. 

You scramble to sit up in your bed. “What the fuck? Holy shit, there’s no way this is actually happening right now.” Your hands were shaking as you tried to type out a response but your thumbs keep missing the keys you want to hit. 

[Unknown number]: This is (y/n) from the fansign event, right?

[y/n]: Hi, yeah, this is the right number. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised you’re actually messaging me.

While yes, you may have spontaneously blurted out your phone number to him, you knew you weren’t delusional enough to think he would actually message you. There was no way your friends would believe you if you told them you were texting THE Park Seonghwa of ATEEZ. As fellow K-pop fans, they knew how strict companies typically were when it came to using their phones and having contact with someone outside of their team or their family. 

[Park Seonghwa]: I understand. I will say, that took some guts for you to give me your phone number. 

[y/n]: haha yeah, I’ll admit, it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment idea.

[Park Seonghwa]: well, it’s nice to meet you in a little less official way.

[y/n]: it’s nice to meet you as well! 

After chatting a bit more to get to know each other, the two of you parted ways for the night. Deciding to respond tomorrow to your friends, you placed your phone on the table next to your bed and promptly fell asleep, albeit in a much better mood this time.

***

It had been a few months since the two of you had started dating and almost a year since you became friends. If you were being honest, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world.  Seonghwa was the kindest and most supportive boyfriend you could’ve asked for. There were times when you felt like you couldn’t even reach his level, but he always managed to ease those fears, making you feel like the most beautiful, amazing girlfriend in the world. 

After a month or so of your friendship with him, he finally introduced you to his members. They had been incredibly supportive and welcoming which had meant the world to you. The nine of you had quickly become close friends.

It was maybe four months after that when you realized you may have actually had feelings for Seonghwa. Sure, you had always found him attractive. It was kind of hard not to. However, this was past the point of just admiring his looks. Getting to know him made something awaken in you and it only got worse when you two started dating. The more you talked, the more you wanted to fuck him. 

And it seemed as though Seonghwa felt the same way.

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Jagiya, please? We haven’t been able to call for two weeks 😭

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Please, I’m so fucking pent up, I need you so bad

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Even if it’s only through a screen

[Y/n]: I’m really sorry, baby, I’ve just been so busy lately with work and family issues and I’m probably going to be busy the next couple of days too 😭

[Y/n]: I miss you too, though 🥺

[Y/n]: I miss the way you tell me where to move my toys (and how to use them) as if it’s you moving them around my body. I miss the way your breaths get heavier the closer you get and the way your hand moves quicker when you know that I’m also close so we can finish together. I miss seeing your face scrunch as I tell you how to touch yourself, especially as your thumb grazes your tip and I see you shudder from it

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, Jagiya

You smirk a little as you close your phone when you notice the luggage claim begins rotating around and you quickly notice your suitcase. As you reach for it, you feel your phone vibrate again in your pocket. You start wheeling it towards the main doors where Seonghwa’s manager was waiting. 

A month or so ago, his manager had caught him texting you, and after a very lengthy discussion, the company decided that so long as you weren’t distracting Seonghwa from his practices and promotions, they’d allow the two of you to continue your relationship. You tried to take every precaution you could as you planned the surprise visit. You had been more distracted the past couple of weeks as you prepared, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for Seonghwa. At the same time, however, you knew that all the planning and communicating between you, the rest of the members, and their manager would all be worth it.

“They should all be doing individual activities right now. The boys will know what Seonghwa’s working on. I’ll let them know when we’re close to the company so one of them can guide you to wherever he is.”

You thanked him and buckled yourself into your seat before pulling your phone out, seeing several messages from Seonghwa ranging from him begging for just a few minutes on a phone call to him telling you just how badly he needed you. 

[Y/n]: Aww I’ll help you out soon enough, okay? Just wait a little bit longer for me.

[Y/n]: Until then, would you like a few pictures? Just to help tide you over until we can call next?

You saw as your message went from delivered to read before the bubble popped up indicating that Seonghwa was typing. 

[Pretty boy💖✨]: please…

[Y/n]: alright, give me a few minutes to take some

You tried to hide your smirk as you opened your photo album to find some of the more recent pictures you had taken a few nights before you left. They didn’t show anything, but you were clearly in just your lingerie or were wearing something with nothing else underneath. You posed yourself in ways that you knew would get to him quickly. 

You may not have been dating for a long time yet, but you knew how to get Seonghwa going. 

“Alright, we’re almost here. Do you want to text one of them, or do you want me to?”

“Huh? Oh! I can text one of them. Probably Hongjoong.”

Their manager nodded as he continued driving back to the company’s building.

[Y/n]: Hey, Joong, I’m almost there. Wanna meet us at the elevators coming from the parking garage?

[Mullet man]: Sounds great! He stayed back to keep working on the choreography for our upcoming comeback so I’ll take you there when you get here.

[Y/n]: Thank you, mullet man

[Mullet man]:... what did you just call me

***

“He’s just in that last door at the end of the hallway.” Hongjoong gestured down the hall. “I have to get back to my own schedule so I’ll let you find him.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded at you before he turned and made his way back to his studio. You started walking down the hallway, following the sound of music coming from the last door. However, it seemed as though the lights were off.

‘Did he leave and forget to turn the music off?’

You opened the door and peeked your head in before glancing around. Not seeing anything immediately, you were about to turn around and leave when you heard a moan. You knew the song that was playing and knew that there wasn’t a moan in any part of the song. You turned to face the direction the moan came from and noticed your boyfriend seated on the floor and leaning against a wall. His sweatpants were pushed halfway down his thighs as he moved his hand up and down the length of his dick. 

Your gaze moved to notice his face. The way his blush spread across his face, the glazed look in his eyes as he watched himself in the mirrors across from them. The way he threw his head back whilst biting his lip as he hoped to keep back another moan. You could tell he was close when his breathing got more and more erratic.

“Looks like you could use some help with that.”

“Oh shit!” Seonghwa, in a panic, tried to grab whatever was closest to him to cover himself up as he heard you. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but it was still kind of cute the way he tried to cover himself up.

Unfortunately, in his panic, he ended up hitting his head on the wall next to him. Groaning in pain, he held his hand to his head, using the other to cover his still-obvious erection. 

“Oh, Seonghwa! Baby, are you okay?” You rush over to him, straddling his legs as you reach up to feel the spot where he hit his head. You move his hand, hoping to see how bad it might be. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything there, so you brought your lips up and placed a small kiss on the spot that he hit. 

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” Seonghwa’s voice was barely above a whisper as he looked up at you.

“I am.” You place a quick kiss on both of his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

Seonghwa nodded before looking down between the two of you. “Can… can you help me with this?” He gestured between the two of you and you immediately caught on to what he meant. 

“Well,” you pulled Seonghwa into a deep kiss before pulling away. “I did offer, didn’t I?”

You immediately noticed the returning blush before Seonghwa placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you back into the kiss. You placed your hands on Seonghwa’s chest, humming into the kiss as his other hand trailed along your thighs. Pulling away, Seonghwa lets out a whine.

“Shhh it’s okay. I just can’t do as good of a job if it’s covered with fabric.” 

Using your hands, you push against Seonghwa’s chest, lifting yourself off Seonghwa’s lap, and begin to shimmy his pants further down his legs. Untying his shoelaces and pulling his shoes off his feet, you’re finally able to fully pull his sweatpants down. You crawl your way back up and give Seonghwa another kiss before grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

Trailing kisses down along his chest, you make your way all the way down to his dick. You place a light kiss just on the tip and glance up as you hear Seonghwa suck in a deep breath. He looks down at you with hooded eyes and cups your cheek. You lean into it a bit before pulling away and begin to place kisses all around his thighs, getting dangerously close to his erection a couple of times. 

“P-please…” Seonghwa panted as his hands slipped into your hair.

“Please what?” you hummed and looked up at him from your position between his legs. “C’mon, use your words baby.”

“Please stop teasing me.”

“Alright,” you nodded. Moving into a sitting position, you cup Seonghwa’s face so he’d look at you. “But, you can’t touch me, can’t hold my hair, you have to just sit there like a good boy until I think you’re ready to cum. If you do,” you leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on his lips. “I’ll have to start over. Do you understand?”

Seonghwa bit his lip as he nodded, clearly desperate for your touch.

“No, use your words. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Fuck. Please just touch me already.”

Smirking, you lower yourself again and place a couple kisses along his dick, your last one at the very tip, before taking it as far as you could in your mouth. You started slow, allowing yourself time to adjust and find a more comfortable position on the ground. You could hear Seonghwa’s breathing pick up the more you moved. Seonghwa’s dick was an average size, not too long, not too thick. Frankly, it was just the perfect size for you.

You hadn’t ever given a blowjob to another person before, so the sensation was certainly a new one. When the tip hit the back of your throat, you gagged a bit, causing your mouth to close slightly and you heard Seonghwa hiss from the sensation of your teeth touching his dick. You pull off and look at him, taking note of the way his eyes were glazed over as he looked back at you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Seonghwa hummed. “Fuck you feel so good.”

You giggle a bit before leaning back down and taking him into your mouth again. Seonghwa lets out a loud moan and quickly tries to cover his mouth but you can still hear all of his little whimpering. All of a sudden, you feel Seonghwa’s available hand tangle into your hair, causing you to pull off. Seonghwa lets out a whine in protest before he notices your expression.

“You touched.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Seonghwa was close to tears at this point. “Please, keep going. You feel so fucking good.”

You move to kiss him again, holding onto his chin as you pull him in. “Since you asked so nicely, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.” With that, you slid between his legs again and began slowly bobbing your head up and down his dick. You felt the way Seonghwa’s thighs tensed the further you moved down his dick, the way his body shuddered as you hummed, and the way his breathing became more erratic as you picked up your pace.

You were thankful for the music still playing in the practice room because you were certain that without it, the noises Seonghwa was making would’ve been much more audible. He kept trying to muffle his whimpers, but you knew he was close and it made you pick up your pace a bit. 

Seonghwa threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips. His hands were clenched at his sides, desperate to touch you, to guide you. He knew better, though. You knew he knew better.

“Mmmmn wait. I-I’m close. Please.”

Hearing him, you started going even faster. Your hands were gripping Seonghwas thighs. You were sure that your nails were going to leave marks. The tip of his dick kept hitting the back of your throat and your vision started to blur from the tears. Seonghwa started wiggling his hips, trying to move deeper, but he quickly stopped when your grip tightened on his thighs. 

“Fuck, jagiya, you feel so good. Nnnnnnnn- I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”

You hummed again, sending vibrations down his dick. Seonghwa brought a hand up to his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans. Sliding one of your hands up his chest, you start squeezing his chest, occasionally taking his nipple in between your fingers. 

“I-I’m so close. Please, let me- let me cum. Please.”

You barely pull away, a strand of saliva connecting his dick to your mouth. “Cum for me, baby” you panted and took him back into your mouth. Seonghwa’s moans were high-pitched and desperate. You felt his hand grab onto your hand that was on his chest, almost as a way for him to stay a little grounded with you. Sure, it broke the “no touching” rule, but at this point, you couldn’t give two shits. You prepared yourself and not a moment too soon because the next second, you felt Seonghwa release into your mouth. You paused for a moment, letting him finish before you started moving again, milking the rest of his cum out of him. Seonghwa whimpered at this and pulled your head off. 

You stared into his eyes seeing nothing but love and adoration for you. He pulled you in for a deep kiss and he could taste the cum still lingering in your mouth. Using his thumbs, he caressed your cheeks and you felt yourself melt into his touch.

“Hi,” you giggled as you pulled away, your foreheads against each other.

“Hi,” Seonghwa’s voice was soft as he stared at you. “Hell of a first meeting, huh?”

“Mmmmmm, I’d say it’s the perfect first meeting.”

Seonghwa chuckled at this, his hands moving from your cheeks to the waistband of your pants. “I think there’s just one thing that would make it even more perfect.”

Confused, you pull away, looking him in the eyes. Seonghwa stood, pulling you to your feet as well. You still weren’t quite sure of what he was talking about until his hands started pulling at the hem.

Oh.

Seonghwa made quick work of your shirt before dropping to his knees and pulling your pants down. He helped you step out of them before he turned his eyes to you. 

“I have to return the favor somehow.”

[teddybeartoji]

mickeyyyy tell me about your selfship lore with dazai pretty please

CARINAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING ABT US ANGEL I LOVE HIM SM:(((((

okok so i had a chance to brainstorm a little with a friend the other day and now i'm gonna tell you all about it hehehehe:3333 also uhh.. i think this might get long so i apologize for that lmao

mizai takes place in a cute little university au!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dazai is majoring in literature (he's so pretentious i love him so bad) and i am an art major!!!!!!! this is how i get to live out my silly dreams okay lmao so i'm thinking about studying pottery or something!!!!!!!!!

and and and since the they're all so very important to me i also need to tell you that chuuya is also an art major, he's doing classical painting (but he takes some pottery classes with me and that's how we met:333). kunikida is ofc gonna be a teacher, so he's studying education aaaaaaaaaaand fedya is... a psychology major. i'm scared of him a little i won't even lie.

AAAAANYWAYYY MIZAII:333 he pretty much just lives at my place; he does have an apartment but it's super small and he just.. doesn't like it there. so he has his own key and he's free to come and go whenever he wants!!!!!!! when i say 'go' i'm actually lying bc he really is just always at my place,, like i come home and he's there. i wake up and he's there. i go to take a piss and then come out only to be met with him laying on my couch. he's weird like that i love him sm.

i also have a cat!!!!!!!!! well i mean my irl cat is just canon in the mizai world hehehee and ooooooooh my god dazai loves him so much. and shrimp really fucking likes him too (so much so that i get jealous sometimes.. ) my cat is very talkative and so is dazai so there's just constant meowing going on. and well sadly, i am no better okay i am a meower too......................... we have a proper fucking cat choir going on smh i wonder if the neighbors hate us...................

though we're both big talkers, one of our favourite things to do is literally just parallel play. he's laid out on my bed like the princess that he is with his newest book while i sit behind my desk, typing away at whatever it is that i'm writing at the moment and it's just sooo so comfortable. and then after we decide that we've been productive enough we always go to the little cafe that we both love and then go to chuuya's just to bother him a bit (he loves us) >:333333333

whenever we're out taking the bus or the train, we're sitting shoulder to shoulder while sharing earphones!!!!!!!!! he rests his head against mine and fidgets with my fingers while i choose the music<333333

oh and neither of us can sleep alone btw. we both struggle with sleep all around but it's not that bad when we're together. it's like thing apparently too you know? that like you get sleepy when you're around a person you really feel safe with? so yeah... we take a lot of naps together it's kind of like a shared love language of ours!!!!!!

OMFG WAIT I ALSO NEED TO ADD THAT UHH ODA IS HERE TOO. HE'S DAZAI'S FAVOURITE PROFESSOR. AAAAAAAAAAAAA oda loves him sm... he loves hearing all of dazai's ideas and his takes and they talk after the lectures all the time too. they actually even go to grab a coffee every now and then. dazai just really really loves talking to him and sometimes (read: every time) he comes home after seeing him, he's sooo happy:((( he has the biggest smile on my face as he just plops down on top of me and starts retelling everything they talked about with oda:(((((((((((((((((((((((((( AAAAAAAHHH CARINAA I LOVE HIM SOOO SO BADDDDD I'M GONNA DIEEEEE

he once kinda dragged me into one of oda's classes too and i was so scared that he'll throw me out bc well.. i'm not supposed to be there but then he was just checking who's there and who's not and his eyes met mine before moving to dazai's twinkling ones and he just smiled and let me be there anyway. (he would literally never throw me out)(btw i fear that.. dazai... yaps about me to him too.............. )

BUT WAHH OKAY OKAY I THINK I NEED TO STOP HERE BEFORE I ACTUALLY EXPLODEEEE I LOVE TAKING HIM TO STUDY DATES AT THE CAFE AND I LOVE TAKING HIM TO ARCADE DATES AND I LOVE LISTENING HIM TALK AND I LOVE WATCHING HIM CUDDLE WITH SHRIMP (MY CAT:33) AAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND WAHHH THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME ON THIS CARINA MY ANGEL<333333 it means a lot a lot a lot hehehehe MWAH MWAH MWAHH I LOVE YOU SM!!!!!!!!

[hotchs-big-hands]

okay girlie hand kink hotch

you were a little late so when you got to the round table room you scooted past aaron with a quickly muttered 'sorry im late' and as you pass aarons chair you put your hands on his shoulders to scoot by and the tips of his ears go red and he clears his throat before saying "its no problem. someone can catch you up on the way to the air field" and looking back at the gruesome crime scene photos, which quickly put the delicious burning sensation on aarons shoulders out of his mind.

walking around together outside the crime scene tape to determine wether the attack was contained to the scene or if it was spread out over a larger area and when you use your hand to tap on his chest and point out what looks like a smear of dried blood on a seemingly abandoned car and he cant help himself but to ask "did you get your bails done yesterday? they look good" and now youre BOTH blushing.

aaron being flustered because while you were calming down and interviewing a traumatized child you slowly start to braid her hair to lull her into a sense of safety and he watches your fingers so intently as they flex and twist the strands of her hair together. he wants to shoot himself for getting so bothered over such an innocent moment.

hes laying on his bed in hotel room. its late and hes so fucking pent up from spending all god damn day getting riled up over you and your fucking hands. he needs a release and he needs it soon. so here he is, pajama pants pushed down, his sick sticking out of the slit in his boxers, and his left hand firmly gripping his heavy cock and stroking it. his mind is flooded with the vision of your hands. if you have soft dainty little hands hes thinking about how good theyll feel on his cock, stroking him to completion and rubbing against his skin. if you have larger rougher hands hes imaging how it would feel to have them gripping in his hair and scratching down his back.

hes so close, biting his shirt as to bot make noise, hips thrusting up off the bed to match to pace his hand is stroking. his eyes are rolling back and the pressure is building and building and- theres someone knocking on his door. he freezes for a moment before stroking again, whoever it is can wait til morning. hes sleeping. but then they knock again, louder. horny, tired and now pissed off, he shoves himself in his pants as quick as he can and marches to the door, bitterness welling up inside him as the subtle pain of blue balls creeps up (???im not a penis haver idk if thats accurate lmfao where is criminalskies when you need them) until he opens the door and realizes its you.

and for some reason, you look about as pent up and wrecked as he feels. he doesnt really remember exactly how it happened. one moment hes standing at the door asking if youre alright and the next hes sittingg on the edge of the bed, leaned back on one elbow with his other hand tangled in the sheets. head tipped back, eyes shut and mouth open spilling out soft sighs and little whimpers. both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, slowly slowly moving up anna down, twisting your wrists and leaning down and give kittenish locks to his tip. now it might be the fastest aaron's ever cum since high school, but good fucking damn was it worth it.

hes just hoping he still has a job when you guys get back to quantico. and the chance to get your hands on him again.

unedited idgaf its late and horny hour we ride like men with our typos and convoluted ramblings.

A W O O G A AAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS IM 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 WOW YEAH SKSKFJRJFJWJDJAJSJ

G o d him looking at his cum dripping from your fingers would absolutely wreck his brain I'm so fucking sure of it. He's never been so turned on in a while.

[doomed-era]

STEAMROLLS IN. dust clears and everytjing is perfectly fine except for me who has been steamrolled. mineru or purah hcs……,,,

HEHEHEH. HEH

WEL. I will be doing purah since I haven't thought about mineru too much yet I just think she's neat

so. in general I think purah is a bit of an oddball, not just in how she dresses but also how she behaves and her opinions on a lot of things. she's brutally honest which is a characteristic she shares with impa, except uh. well impa basically only became that brutally honest in her old age and more or less held her tongue to an extent when she was younger. this isn't completely why I headcanon that purah is autistic (I just like headcanoning characters as nd because it's relatable to me sometimes) but it is part of the reason lmao

her and robbie are childhood friends! they latched onto each other when they were like. eight. and they still keep in pretty close contact in botw! robbie and purah have pretty much always understood their relationship to be completely platonic though they have been teased/questioned about it only for them to look confused and go "um no we are besties what are you talking about "

speaking of that. we're going to go into "stuff i just made up and have no evidence for" territory. but I like to think that even before the whole prophecy thing started and the divine beasts and guardians were excavated purah had a rudimentary understanding of ancient sheikah tech from poking around where she shouldn't have and experimenting. i really don't think the sheikah tribe a century ago had any interest in it for the most part. in fact i think they kinda. discouraged it. heavily. they still know the legends, and before the yiga clan emerges they were basically a boogeyman for young children—an almost comically exaggerated evil (and they turned out to be that way lmao.) so purah got a lot of "you're going to become like the yiga clan if you don't quit messing around with things you shouldn't!" when she was younger and robbie got punished along with her as sort of an accomplice/enabler lmao. they were not well liked and often kept to themselves.

yeah then the whole "the thing you need lies buried underground" or whatever happened. suddenly purah isn't the Freak Child Who Must be Punished but basically a prodigy and their only hope and incredible and stuff. this told purah and robbie one thing primarily: none of this praise could be trusted. the moment the tech stopped being relevant they would be discarded again, so they had to do everything in their power to stay useful and relevant. the guardians and divine beasts becoming corrupted was a huge blow to them both, especially robbie. also yeah the general consensus amongst the tribe after the calamity was that sheikah tech sucked now and though they didn't...prevent people from messing around with it it's still frowned upon to this day. that's kind of why symin never went back lmao. both he and purah do visit from time to time but mostly just to see their families.

speaking of family. purah adores her grand-niece. paya calls her auntie purah! purah's somewhat closed off about this. also she's worried about paya taking impa's place as chieftain because of what a doormat she is. she doesn't think impa prepared her very well and probably thinks cado or dorian should become chieftain instead lmao. (if we're going to talk abt totk, i think purah got really pissed at impa for just running off and leaving kakariko to get crushed by falling ruins and giving up all her responsibility to paya like seriously wtf. impa. one of your closest advisors/guards got their house crushed by a fancy rock and of course those dipshit hylian researchers aren't helping paya doesn't know what to do go back and HELP FIX IT. AAAAAAAAA)

hopefully i won't get more insatiably pissed about totk on main. but oh girl purah is not happy during the events of that game. hiding eyebags with makeup kinda unhappy. though i also think she has a horrible sleep schedule in general. i just dont really think she has any reason to be i mean yeah she managed to scrounge up what was left of her life's work even though most of it vanished without an explanation. so again she tries to stay relevant by helping develop the towers and the purah pad (minimally.) she's spearheading the development of a new town that I'm assuming will probably make an effort to restore castle town when it gets bigger. she is desperate for something to do, some way to be beautiful and useful and cool again, but she gets this looming feeling in the back of her head that none of it will last, and she fears for herself and her tribe, hoping to appeal to hylians and princess zelda as much as possible to avoid disaster.

did i mention i think she's very particular about her appearance? cause she is. she masks a LOT, and she does not like looking bad or foolish or weak to anyone. I mean she is fine with being weird, likes pushing that boundary to see what's palatable for other people, and tries to befriend and protect people who she thinks might be ostracized, but again, she fears not being palatable. she doesn't want to be bullied or shunned, and she wants to look like nothing affects her.

i also think she understates how much she and impa didn't get along as kids. they do generally get along better now, but they try not to step on each other's toes and they've tried to be there for each other during hard times. they love each other very much but yeah they do not touch...sensitive issues

her and josha have sort of a child and her weird aunt thing going on. josha just kinda latched onto purah randomly at some point purah was like "oh no" internally but befriended josha and yeah

she's not completely agnostic but she's about as close as you can get. does not care about religion and does what she does because she cares about other people

oh also she's a lesbian