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Still really like these lil sitting buddies (and silly Rook). May clean them up to make charms / standees.
Would folks be interested maybe? Hm.
#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#DAtV#da davrin#Emmrich volkarin#lucanis dellamorte#da rook#lace Harding#neve gallus#bellara lutare#da taash#my art#testing the waters to see if there’s interest#I ended up not liking the other charm wips I was doing#and really liking the sitting buddies#might add Assan and Manfred to Davrin and Emmrich if I clean them up for merch#but yeah it’s a thought rn#no concrete plans#tho unsure if charm or standee#stickers I’m not sure are worth it cos the shipping fee will surely be way more expensive#would peeps even buy stickers when the shipping is way more expensive#ah well#food for thought
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möbius house ~ unstudio | photos © as noted
#architecture#interiors#interior design#desconstruction#netherlands#houses#concrete#skylights#railings#open plan#live work
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RSHP ARCHITECTS BBVA MÈXICO TOWER Mexico City, Mexico Image © RSHP
#richard rogers#architectural#architect#architecture#design#art#designer#archdaily#juliaknz#photography#artwork#highrise#mexico#form#space#urban planning#facade#structure#dezeen#thisispaper#concrete
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Hey, do you have the next part of idiots in inaba in mind? Just asking because if you post it in the next few months, it will be an annual event, and I think that'd be funny.
(this is part 4 of my anne in inaba au, you can find the previous posts here: [part 1, part 2, part 3])
#inabanne au#gryffin's aus#asks & requests#comics#the way this got me off my ass lmao#i didnt have any concrete plans and i got this ask and it Worked. idk if ill continue past this point#but the idea of me having two annual 'series' and both of them being about anne was so funny to me i had to make something#maybe if i think of a continuation it will happen but im out rn x.x#persona 5#p5#shiho suzui#ann takamaki#akira kurusu#ren amamiya#p5r
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COUNTDOWN TO LOWER DECKS SEASON 5 5 WEEKS – Main Cast
#trekedit#lower decks#star trek lower decks#lowerdecksedit#star trek#startrekedit#scifiedit#animationedit#ld5#it's gonna be weekly posts of these trading card thingies (which are different designs each week btw!) and then#the final week maybe i'll do something daily or every other day or maybe nothing - we'll see! i don't have concrete plans for that yet :)#also. my clown moment of the week was how long i spent last night changing everywhere that said 'betashift' to smileyobrien after i#changed my url :') but it's fine! i did this to myself
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love the idea of homelander early in a relationship getting overwhelmed with all these new affectionate and sensual skin to skin touches but of course not understanding why and being so frustrated that something he's always wanted feels like too much. and then his partner figuring out what's going on reassures him they can take it slow, it doesn't bother them, they want him to feel good too. just like this gradual exposure therapy to touch for him since he's always suited and booted up to the neck and he's definitely sensitive.
I dig this idea. I will say I imagine him to be okay with using his hands. We see him without gloves decent amount of times for me to believe that it's not that much of a sensory issue. Or just something he's had a chance to get used to.
(Plus he's been with Maeve and I doubt he was fingering her with the gloves on)
Howeverrrr I adore the idea you've painted with this ask. Like the urge, the earnest need to just be held, touched, revered and worshipped yet each touch from you feels like an electric current going straight through his nerves (he'd know what that's like). Like he wants you so bad, he wants to finally feel vulnerable with someone who loves him but it's so much more overwhelming than he accounted for. The same impervious skin that's capable of withstanding incredible forces, softens and becomes overly sensitive and malleable under a soft hand (very oobleck of him).
lil snippet where nothing happens under the cut ⬇️⬇️⬇️
Homelander prefers having sex with the suit on. It feels good, great even, but he gets to focus on just one part of him that feels that way, it's not his entire body being set on fire.
Now that you're in bed together you found out that he likes to sleep naked or in pyjama pants only. After seeing him in the suit majority of the time, that's quite the sight. He rarely allows his skin to be exposed as is, let alone in such tight quarters. You take the chance to run the back of your fingers across his back as soon as he turns to the side revealing the expanse of smooth, soft skin.
"What are you—" His breath hitches but you're not discouraged from the touch. You already rarely see him without the suit on, touching him is a whole other treat.
"—just wanna touch you." You interrupt him, immediately soothing him and stopping him from turning around with a flat palm on his back. You turn your hand around, gliding your knuckles down his spine. "I'll be gentle. Let me know if it's too much."
The part of him that's not used to gentle, genuine touches of any kind gets choked up. While he just about nods with an affirmative hum, his waterline stings with tears. His heart is beating like a rabbit and while at first tensed up he's slowly relaxing under your touch.
You take your time, switching from knuckles to fingertips. After a few spirals and mindless lines you start tracing letters across his back.
"Guess what letter I'm writing." You say, smile tinting your tone as you tear him out of his own self-destructive thoughts.
He hums again, confirming his participation in your little game.
After you trace your fingers up and across he says, "H." You praise his correct guess and continue.
"O."
"N."
"No, you got that one wrong. Try again." You trace the letter again.
"M."
"Yep! You got it."
"Alright I get it, it's 'Homelander'." He laughs a little and you can tell that he's enjoying this. From the first touch that made you feel like you were taming a feral animal, to the melted-into-the-mattress state you've turned him into.
"Shh, stop spoiling the game. Keep guessing." So he does, and while the word does end up being 'Homelander' it's still a lot of fun to be able to touch him in a sweet and affectionate way.
That moment turns things around, where he eagerly welcomes your touch and seeks it whenever possible. Finally allowing himself to enjoy the affection for what it is.
#am i finally getting to eternity old asks? maybe#who knows#keep your eyes peeled#or dont#i have 0 concrete plans#i guess this counts as#homelander x reader#homelander fluff#it's not a#fic request#but I'm tagging it for the sake of keeping my blog tidy which i still need to doooo#asks!#my writing
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🔥🔥🔥DIRECT ENERGY WEAPONS 🔥🔥🔥
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#organised crimes#unusual fires#weird fires#worldwide#direct energy weapons#wildlife and people#incinerating cars concrete tires glass ceramic#crimes against humanity#the deep state’s plan to create fear death diseases hunger destruction#these people are evil#speaktruth#fight for justice#standup#speak up#truth#please share#corruption#wwg1wga
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warning: she bites
#ts4#s4#the sims 4#sims 4#sims#simblr#sim: ??#I GOTTA name her lmao#I like introducing characters at low moments LOL#other sim is a WIP rn so shes staying out of frame#shes just a ons tho so does it rlly matter 💀#AND im recreating this entire scene with Isa instead soooo blondie is unseen and unknown (for now)#I dont have any plan to put redhead in a relationship right off the bat either#I have a few diff names floating around in my head but nothing concrete yet
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Mountain House, Susono, Japan - Toshiaki Ishida
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#Toshiaki Ishida#architecture#design#building#modern architecture#interiors#house#minimal#house design#concrete#timber#wood architecture#open plan#bathroom#living room#forest#trees#nature#japan#japanese house
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sorry just got reminded of the entirety of uncanny x-men #309 and how it's charles having a therapy session with himself about his love life and desires and how he kept sacrificing himself and his wants for The Cause and the whole time he imagines erik to represent his innermost thoughts in the form of a therapist to have him unravel all this
#snap chats#i was going to read the fic i had saved and i remember the angel who recc'd it to me mentioned this issue#and bruh .......... //screams//#there's an onslaught joke in here somewhere but i aint diggin for it it's 3AM and im goin to the mall with my bro later#this is brought on by scott and jean recently announcing their plans to be married and charles gets I-Refuse-To-Admit-It jealous#this is such a depressing issue and that's probably why i love it. there is a happy ending tho so that def lightens the load jaELKVEJKA#ironically @ my last ask this issue also tackles charles' issues with feelin loved only this time its more concretely in the romantic sense#which. very interesting to use erik as your 'therapist' there charlie.......#anyway usin erik is wild but i get it makes perfect non-ship sense in context but anything can be ship related if youre ill.... like me ...#but no genuinely it's an interesting issue.. i fear i'll have to buy it so i can look at it every day and throw up#not neglecting the opening is charles realizing erik saved him from a snowstorm (unlimited x-men number 1 1993)... ofc.....#UGH FUCK now i gotta get THAT issue too.... sorry im building a cherik library i guess i just love the angst so much <- im deranged#any time theres mentions of charles' suppressing his wants or just suppressing anything in general i go insane its my favorite thing Sorry#ok ima go read that fic now. after i bookmark a listing of uncanny xmen 309 vejarVERVJEAJ bye
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If saying I like you first means I'm surrendering Then I think our story is like an unstoppable war 💓 ChanyaAya as VIVIE&KAIMOOK in LOVE SEA THE SERIES
#love sea#love sea the series#chanyaaya#listen i know i never post this kind of stuff but someone had to#months of waiting all led to THIS i'm finally about to see them on my screen in a few days can you believe it#i always thought aya was adorable and hands down the best part of wedding plan and i swear her and chanya are so cute together#for those who not know these two have been promoting their ship hard for months posting pics and tiktoks and covers of britney songs i mean#they've been building it up for a while now and i am so excited to finally get to see them act together#please vimook be as glorious as i picture you in my mind for absolutely no concrete reason#note: caption is the same that accompanied the first pic on instagran
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Now for seemingly the fan-favorite of @indieyuugure's human designs, Leo!
I wasn't really sure what I was doing through most of this, but I guess he ended up fine.
I'll try to get to Mikey and Raph later today or tomorrow.
Part 1, Donnie Part 3, Raph and Mikey
#mimjan draws#mimjan draws fanart#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 fanfic#tmnt 2012 leo#the mutation situation#i'm guessing the reason why i was having a bit more trouble with leo is because i didn't have a concrete plan#when i drew donnie i knew exactly what kind of pose and expression i wanted#the same cannot be said for leo#i shot completely blind with that boy#also not me thinking i basically drew percy jackson and an ancient oc i recently revived while sketching and inking lmao
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INVENT ANIMATE - Without A Whisper [2023]
dir. Chris Klumpp
#invent animate#marcus vik#keaton goldwire#trey celeya#caleb sherradan#bandedit#musicedit#kiran.gif#the recolouring is strong with this one i love how its turned out#also: this video is a crime against keaton this was his longest shot and it was so short#i literally checked the playthrough vid but the backdrop is too different#also: as you can tell i love doing the gradient text lol#ok so i've started immolation of night but i also need to finish framegrabbing and also i need to plan it#becuase it's a story one innit and i need to watch the image limit and have shots of the band too#i think otherwise i'm mostly done with the mvs i downloaded a while ago for the sole purpose of giffing#my next priority is the concrete jungle visuals which ive done the four so far but gotta wait for the release now#metalcore#progressive metalcore
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so apparently theres more to this whole mess that 4c doesn't want to elaborate on (even to chat)? ummmmmmm
4C: There's so much more to this whole like, puzzle that Zam doesn't understand. And it's really hard because I feel like if I just straight up told him like, wh- what my thoughts were, it would cause so much more damage especially with Derapchu there. 4C: I feel like I just can't do that. Like, I almost told him there like, my inner plans and inner thoughts but I just can't bring myself to do it. It's hard. It's really hard.
#liveblogging#lifesteal spoilers#transcription#there's more after this clip where he discusses like he does have a semblance? of a plan going forwards but he doesn't want to discuss it#in fear of it getting leaked#he didn't wanna explain to zam or chat sooo.#idk if its a concrete plan either or just an idea lol i was watching both streams so i may have missed some stuff here
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use my body against me
summary: when a drunk text to your ex gets answered in a way you never expected, it leads to falling right back into old habits. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend chan, suggestive content but nothing explicit, mention of recreational alcohol use, swearing. notes: title from the way you miss me by all time low. mostly a rewrite of my very first reader insert fic, because I loved the concept but I wasn't a fan of my own writing, and I think I've vastly improved since. I might write a continuation, but no promises.
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The situation you currently find yourself in is truly one of your own making. There’s really no one else to blame, no matter how much you would love to point the finger at literally anyone besides yourself.
There’s a text message from Bang Christopher Chan sitting there, on your phone. Staring up at you almost accusatory and chilling you to the bone.
-Good morning, I hope you’re drinking water to combat all of that vodka you consumed last night! hahaha
At first, the text means nothing to you. It leaves you in a state of mild confusion only exacerbated by your incredible hangover. How would he know you drank your weight in liquor? The only answer you can even try to think up isn’t a good one. Feeling brave and a little nauseous, you decide to scroll up, farther into this conversation between you and your ex.
The confusion melts away into horror as you locate the beginning of this conversation. One glance at the selfie you sent has the memory coming back to you, causing your headache to flare. Oh no.
It was late last night, and you had already drank one too many shots of whatever fruity flavored vodka was available. Shut away in Felix’s bathroom, the light overhead far too harsh and fluorescent, pulling your shirt down enough to show off your cleavage. Snapping a picture in the mirror above the sink, leaning into the counter and trying your best to look some approximation of sexy.
Fumbling fingers sent it to Chan. The first text between the two of you in months.
Looking at the selfie now has your stomach twisting into knots. Oh no. The texts that followed aren’t any better. Actually, they somehow make the entire situation worse.
-the fact that i wore this shirt hoping you’d be at this party only to learn you went home EARLY?
-i wasted such an amazing outfit and for nothing
-i bet you looked good too. bastard
-sometimes i can’t tell if i miss you or just the weight of you on top of me
-i miss how good you were -i know fora fact i miss your mouth -i miss your mouth on MY MOUTH -omg i miss my mouth on your
You swipe away from those messages. Knowing for a fact you’ll have to read them eventually, to get a proper understanding of the things you said to him. But not right now. Right now you continue to scroll, your texts devolving into a mix of incomprehensible emojis and bitching at Chan about things he very obviously can’t control. You were a mess, holy shit. Who even let you text? Why wasn’t your phone confiscated the moment vodka hit your lips?
The only things that Chan has replied with since your terrible wall of drunk texts is an initial Oh wow lol, and his aforementioned good morning text.
It could be worse, right? He could’ve blocked you or typed out an excruciatingly long lecture about drinking responsibly. It honestly could’ve been so much worse.
Crawling your way out of bed, still vaguely nauseous and trying to fight the urge to lay face down on the floor and never get up again, you shuffle your way into the bathroom. First thing’s first before you tackle whatever the fuck is on your phone, you decide to wash up to feel human again.
The world can fall apart around you for all you care. All you want is a shower and some toothpaste.
Wrapped in a towel and your toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you finally decide to reply. You probably shouldn’t, especially now that you’re sober and know better, but you have to apologize. That feels like the polite thing to do.
Well, the only way to begin is by beginning.
-lol hey good afternoon
-I ended up demolishing an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me
How do you even apologize for last night? Sorry I was so angry and horny and I made it your problem? Sorry that the first time I've texted you since we broke up was a drunk thirst trap? So sorry, and hey by the way how have you been since we had the messiest breakup because you’re bad at prioritizing and I’m bad at communication?
Yeah, definitely none of that.
You’re still standing there in your bathroom, staring into the mirror and brushing your teeth on autopilot as your mind spins into itself, when your phone lights up. One notification followed swiftly by a second, making your phone buzz on the counter.
Chan’s contact stares back at you, both messages fading off into ellipses.
-Ah, RIP. You should’ve drank three…
-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could…
Oh, you don’t think this is the sort of message you can read by yourself while still combating the aching nausea of a hangover. Absolutely not, whatever he has to say can be answered once you have a sufficient amount of caffeine and the right company.
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“I need a second opinion.” It’s the first thing you say, after sitting down across from Felix and shoving your phone at him. Showing off the string of text messages you experienced after waking up. You still haven’t read the newest text.
Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood.
With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and unlocking your phone. The silence stretches on as he swipes through the text thread and stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer.
“Wait, he wants to meet up with you?”
“He wants to what?” You snatch the phone from his hands, finally reading the text yourself.
-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later?
Just the idea of seeing him again has something hot and electric buzzing through your veins. Your immediate instinct is to say yes. You want to say yes so badly, yes a thousand times over. Instead you very deliberately place your phone onto the table.
Felix has slumped back into his seat, eyeing you warily. “I thought you weren’t talking to him?”
“I mean- I wasn’t. But now I am, kind of? It’s not that big of a deal-”
“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if I’d say it’s ‘not a big deal’-”
“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.”
All you get in response is Felix’s eyebrows pitching inwards and his mouth molding into a little frown. The type of frown that is trying very hard to not be a frown. He’s giving you the most pitying look you’ve probably ever seen on his angelic face.
You should say no. Scoop up your phone and tell him that you can’t make it. Conjure up some far flung excuse so that you won’t reopen old wounds. But you want to see him again, desperately.
You tap your fingers along the edge of the table. “Is this a bad idea?”
“Do you want my truthful answer?” Felix replies from the depths of his hoodie. Your phone sits between you, dark screen facing the ceiling.
You think for a moment. “Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
The thing is, you know he has a point. It doesn’t feel very good but it’s true. Sure, you and Chan can be amicable over text, but that’s over text. Who knows what will happen if you’re face to face. Would it be awkward and stilted? Or maybe everything you say to each other will be filled with vitriolic anger. Things didn’t exactly end on the best terms, and that might just leak into an otherwise pleasant meeting.
But you are nothing if not a professional at both denial and deflections, so you push all of those thoughts very far away.
Maybe this could be a new start. Maybe you and Chan could be the incredibly rare type of people who are friends with their ex. You’d like that, actually, to have Chan back in your life beyond some tertiary character you hear about from other people. Texting him reminded you how much you actually miss your best friend.
Snatching your phone up, you just barely restrain yourself from checking to see if you somehow managed to miss any new messages.
“It’s a friend thing! Friend’s hang out all the time. We're going to go get coffee or something equally platonic and we're going to ignore all of the drunk texts I sent him!” Your voice raises in pitch towards the end, and it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than anything else.
Felix gives you a very unimpressed look. “You told him that you miss the feel of his-”
“I know what I said!"
"In your mouth-"
"Thank you!”
Those texts are burned into your brain, you're well aware of the things you sent Chan. How they got more detailed the more you sent. Just remembering some of them has you flushing.
“I mean," Felix hums, oblivious to the direction your thoughts are taking. "I guess it could be a thing friends do.” There's too much sarcasm in his words for your liking.
“As if you haven’t said something similar to any of your friends.”
One of his eyebrows arch, and the gesture is so very pointed. “Any friend that I’ve gotten on my knees for was never at any point an extremely complicated ex.”
"Shut the fuck up." He's right and you hate it.
But still. You want to see Chan so badly. Finally you give in to the all consuming urge to reply. Opening up Chan’s contact, your fingers work quickly.
-I mean, if you’re paying…
-Of course I’ll pay haha
-then count me in!
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cave so quickly.” Felix sighs, but there’s something all tangled into his words. Some emotion you can’t really identify right now. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it sounds hopeful.
“Seriously, shut up.”
“You came here asking for my opinion!”
“Well!” You huff, trying not to glance at the little typing bubble that appears under your fingers. Signaling that Chan is in the middle of replying to you. He wants to continue your stupid little conversation. Your heart does a funny little wiggle at the sight. “I’ll take what you said into consideration, I guess.”
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Felix was probably right, and that was such a complicated thought to have while Chan’s hand was currently palming you through your shirt.
See, it really had started out with grabbing coffee together. Something extremely casual with no pressure, the conversation just a little awkward at the start. Both of you trying to remember how to be civil towards each other, how to smile and laugh at jokes. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and fucking hell, Felix was right; you’re so incredibly weak.
You tried so hard to keep things on track, really you did. The possibility of being friends was right there, laid out in front of you. But then Chan smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip and looks up at you from under those fucking eyelashes of his, and oh. You were gone.
He makes it almost disgustingly easy to be around him. It makes your head buzz.
Somehow the touch of your fingers against the inside of his wrist lead you to his apartment. Where he pins you to the wall and kisses you so deeply you can feel it in your toes. You almost forgot what it felt like when Chan put his full strength into holding you in place. It’s heady.
He still tastes the same. Somehow, in the midst of his hands gripping and tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush together, that’s the thought that floats its way to the forefront. Chan tastes the same, even after all this time where you never got to taste him. He feels the same too, a little wider, mostly in his shoulders, but still familiar. He makes the same little noise in the back of his throat when you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
It’s all so familiar and you could choke on it.
You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn.
You should say something though, right? Right?
The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.
You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine.
This doesn’t feel like a particularly good idea, but then he’s grinding against you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh, and it doesn’t really matter all that much.
“Is this a terrible idea?” He asks, practically breathing the words directly into your mouth, and you find it a little funny. Not only are you both having the same sort of thought, but it feels incredibly belated.
“Honestly Chris? I don’t really give a fuck.”
That gets him to laugh. Just the quietest little giggle into the skin of your jaw. His hand moves, until he’s grabbing at your ass and angling your hips higher, and it’s really such an inspired thing. The feeling of him, hard through his denim, pressing into you has a moan tripping out of you.
You definitely need to talk about this.
Chan keeps touching you, kissing you, undressing you. Little by little, constantly asking 'is this ok? Yeah? We can stop whenever you want-' because he's still a gentleman. You haven't been this close to him in months, but he's still so fucking considerate. It'd be more maddening if it wasn't so familiar. If anything it’s reassuring, filling you with a stupid amount of confidence. You know how to deal with this.
You repeat yes over and over, hands at his shoulders and licking the word into his mouth, no matter how much he asks.
He peels your shirt away, careful with the fabric, mouth already trailing down your neck, your chest, landing on the swell of your cleavage. Hands so wide, palms easily fitting to your bare waist.
"Just tell me to stop, and I will-"
Finally you snap. Like a live wire pulled too taut, reaching out to grab at his face. Pressing your fingers into the hollows of his cheeks, his chin resting in the curve of your palm. "Christopher, I'm so horny I feel like I might cry. So while I really appreciate what you're trying to do- if you don't rail me stupid in the next five minutes, I can't be held accountable for my actions."
"Oh, sorry." He blinks at you, a little slowly as he leans more of his weight into your hand. Your fingers dig into the meat of his face and you can feel something tense in his jaw.
"Don't apologize baby, just get on with it." This feels familiar too. Like slipping into a pair of beloved jeans. The fit so perfect.
His eyes light up in the next instant, sparkling and bright, and holy shit you're in for it now. "Say less, boss."
You don't know if you still love him, but you do know that you'll always love the feeling of his mouth on you. His hands. Leaving wet trails as he kisses your skin messily, sloppy. Clever fingers following in the wake of his tongue.
#stray kids#skz#bang chan x reader#skz x reader#echo writes#if I missed any warnings/tags just let me know!#anyway uhh please enjoy.#I do have plans for a part 2 but nothing concrete#we'll see if I want to continue this lol
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Writing Echo being a little shit is so much fun :D
Also Hunter is so goddamn tired of being in charge of a load of gremlins. Someone give this man a break
@saturn-sends-hugs @inkstainedhandswithrings
#the vague concepts of a plan for this fic are starting to come together already#which is quicker than i thought they would#and I've managed to get some of a draft for a first chapter done which is exciting!#the OCs still just exist in my brain rn#BUT#i do have ideas of what i want to do with dixon#and i'm already chewing concrete thinking about it#steph rambles
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