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[theoneandonlyneonleon]

🎵 - what kind of music do they listen to? Asking for all.

oh I have been WAITING for someone to ask this!!!! (ily nonnie 💕)

💙 - lots of pop, 2000's-2010's music, and slut music. Leo's playlist consists of: Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Ayesha Erotica, Millionaires, Nelly Furtado, Katy Perry, MARINA, Britney Spears, and Chappell Roan

❤ - Lots of metal, punk rock, and a touch of industrial. Alex's playlist consists of: Nine Inch Nails, Ghost, Misfits, Slipknot, Dead Kennedy's, Suicidal Tendencies, Metallica, and Black Flag

💜- Dubstep and electronic (obvi), but also vocaloid, hyperpop, goth, and new wave, with a bit of musical soundtracks (I like to think his faves are SIX and Hamilton bc yknow history). Donnie's playlist consists of: Daft Punk, Hatsune Miku, Bauhaus, Rebzyyx, Sohodolls, Siouxxie and the Banshees, Molchat Doma, Crystal Castles, 100 gecs, S3RL, and various hyperpop artists (too tired to remember any rn)

💛 - Lots and lots of indie and alternative pop. Ivy's playlist consists of: Penelope Scott, Lana Del Ray, Beach House, Mitski, Steve Lacey, TV Girl, SALES, Beach Bunny, Roar, Cavetown, Egg, and The Neighborhood

💗 - Boy bands, 80's and 90's music. Miley's playlist consists of: Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, One Direction, Ace of Base, Micheal Jackson, and anything 80's and 90's pop.

💤 - Dad rock and music a teenage boy would absolutely listen to. Freddie's playlist consists of: Weezer, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sublime, AD/DC, Fountain of Wayne, Bo Burnham, Bloodhound Gang, Nirvana, and Lonely Island.

💥 - Riot Grrrl and sapphic music. Aprils playlist consists of: Bratmobile, Bikini Kill, Grrrlwood, Girl in Red, Chappell Roan, Le Tigre, Destroy Boys,Mommy Long Legs, and Hands Off Gretal.

Its basically my music taste dived into subcategories lol

[larsgoingtomars]

How do you shift exactly?? I got so close the first time and now it’s not working 😭 do you listen to a video? If so, which one, and also where do you put your phone? I’ve been laying mine on my stomach and then watching my breathing.

Hey there nonnie! Thanks for the ask and the curiosity, which I will be happy to answer your question darling

By videos I'm assuming you mean subliminals, audios made to help you along the way to your desired reality. They aren't absolutely mandatory, but if it helps you feel closer, please do!

For your phone, I would recommend putting it on a bedside table and using headphones. The waves travel into your ears more directly and it blocks out background noises.

Ill recommend some subliminals here:

Heres some of my favourites!

As for how to shift itself, it's almost meditating yourself into another reality if that makes sense. There's many methods to choose from, and different methods suit different people. My method is a mixture of a few. I start off by laying on my back and breathing, releasing any tension I have. Then I slowly count to 150 or 200 depending on my concentration that night, then I normally do the double sided staircase method

Although when I did shift I just blacked out randomly while counting

And don't forget to affirm!

The symptoms I experience personally are feeling my heart beating... in my legs. I know its weird but I can feel it, and my arms feeling like they're floating

[heeliopheelia]

heeseung (u can do hyung line if u want to) with a corruption kink

LOVE UR WRITING LIKE FR FR 🫶

thank you so much baby <33 sorry for the slight delayyy NSFW CONTENT BELOW ! ! !

damnnn, you in for a ride with that man (if ur a virgin rip u </3)

loves a good ol tying up here and there, gets off on the idea of how vulnerable you are for him like this, all at his mercy

is so into overstimulation, would do almost about anything to see you beg and fall apart below him 

degrades the shit out of you

to make you cry and tremble is literally his goal so… thoughts and prayers bae

he fucks you hard but wants to see you on the verge of passing out even harder

it doesn’t take him all that long to turn you into his cute lil fucktoy

With a strangled whine, you writhe underneath Heeseung’s larger body as his dripping cock slams into you incessantly. With your wrists tied up to the bed, there’s not much you can do but mewl desperately, hot tears dropping down your burning cheeks. 

He’s stripped you off of any boldness from earlier, leaving you just his beloved, submissive angel, sprawled out on your completely ruined sheets. 

“Such a little whore for me,” Heeseung pants heavily, grinning as he looks down at how messy you look. No thoughts behind those eyes he loves so much. “That’s what you’re made for, no? To be my pretty cocksleeve.”

His heart swells with pride at the sight of you below him, fucked stupid and mindless, and all because of him. 

“Take it, take it, take it,” he seethes out like a mantra, teeth clenching and hips growing on their strength with every snap against your skin. 

“Kiss me, please. Please,” you whisper breathlessly, lashes heavy with tears blinking up at your boyfriend. Your body jolts with his rough thrusts, knocking all the air that’s been left in your lungs out.

“Hm? What was that, baby?” He asks, leaning forward and making you sob out a whine as you feel as if he’s digging his dick right into your guts. “You want me to kiss you? Yeah, maybe later.”

[bobardo]

how would carmy react if he ever accidentally hurt his girl…like not in a fun sexy way but in a real way…whether it’s genuinely fucking/spanking her too hard or saying something rather mean during sex

oh god i feel like he'd literally burst a blood vessel 😭

tw!! carm hurts his cub (emotionally). allusions to domestic ab*se (carm is a healing boy, all right?) happy ending.

i can see this happening after carmy loses for the first time. like, it sucks to lose for anyone, but this is carmen we’re talking about—the definition of a loser; a boy small and quiet enough to frighten into a corner, terrorize into a blank mind (poor, bruised boy. built a name for himself out of hollow self-confidence and false healing, a persona that crumbles with one (hundred) too many punches).

he walks through the tunnels with his head hung low, eddie’s hand massaging his right shoulder and benny’s soothing his left; nacho in front, his larger form shielding carm’s blotchy face from the inconsiderate paparazzi. y/n trails timidly beside her bear—hurting and erratic.

the locker room is stock-still silent as they file inside. usually, there's hollering and chanting in celebration as soon as they step through the threshold, and after congratulations and hugs (and kisses from his sweet cub), carm heads for the shower to wash away the grime of his brutal victory.

this time, though, there are no congrats to be given.

everyone seems to be walking on powder eggshells, overly tentative and precautionary as they tend to him. any questions they have for him are low and prudent, and any answers he has to offer them are clipped, and slightly cruel—finds it difficult to show kindness when their own is unwarranted, he lost. he failed (and failing does not call for sympathizing but for reprimanding, punishment; not consolation but condemnation).

"jus' fuck off, dude," carmen huffs, shrugging benny's hand of his shoulder. he sighs, drops his palm from figure and turns on his heal to walk out, anxiously twirling his toothpick along his tongue.

he steps next to y/n, where she waits, pretty in pink, like always, with her hands folded in front of her legs, eyes to the floor. he bumps his boney shoulder to hers, "think he needs you." her eyes flit up to meet his, and he gives her a small smile, and look of encouragement. "go get him, tiger," he whispers gently.

famous last words.

everyone silently gets the message and leaves the locker room to give carmen his space; all except his girl, his sweet cub.

"carmy," she utters softly, stepping toward him.

he throws her a look over his shoulder, "not now, cub, i'm... not now."

she frowns—presses still.

"carm," she tries again, sliding a supple palm up the curve of his back.

he jerks away from her touch, "not fuckin' now, y/n!" he keeps his back to her and starts toward the medical bed, blood dripping from his fingertips.

she bristles, but doesn't let him see it. takes a defesive step back, kicks up her chin, and swallows the lump in her throat (she hated it when he yelled, when he bunched himself up and tucked himself away in that corner of his mind, away from everyone, even her, but his protector. she couldn't help him there, couldn't pry him from the clutches of claws).

"please don't speak to me like that, carmen," she says, soft but firm. "i'm your girlfriend, not on payroll."

he snorts as he rips a white towel off the overhead shelf and starts soaking up the blood from his various wounds. he's rough as he scrapes it up and down his battered body, hurtful. y/n longs to reach out and do it for him—delicate and caring, the way he deserves—but keeps her twitching hands at her sides.

"fuckin' act like it," he mutters under his breath.

her eyebrows rise with indignation, "excuse me?"

"i said y'fuckin' act like you're on my payroll, shit!"

y/n's spent a long time trying to learn how to not be sensitive. she came from a household of men—four brothers, all boxers, thanks to her father—but just because she was constantly surrounded by their brutality doesn't mean she ever fully adapted to it. she inherited their tough skin—took the chipped pieces on the gym floor and melded them to her flesh herself, thicker, harder to pierce—but she couldn't bury her very being, no matter how hard she tried; she would always be a sensitive soul.

she exhales a shaky breath, her fingers curling into her palms, nails digging. he didn't mean it, he was just upset with himself.

"watch your damn tone, carmen."

"or what?" he scoffs, whipping around to face her, tossing the bloodied towel to the side. it's the first good look she's gotten at his face since the start of the fight, and it makes her want to scream.

he's got a swollen, bruised left eye and a crooked nose, a swelling jaw and busted lips; battered and bloodied, from his collarbone, scattered all across his torso.

her throat threatens to close up, and carmy's taking a looming step closer to her too fast for her to combat it.

"what the fuck are you gonna do? fuckin' bitch at me like you always do, huh?" she flinches as he gets in her face, stumbling back. "carmy this and carmy that, but s'never fucking good enough, is it? you just get to sit there and look pretty—live in my house, use my fuckin' money—and god fuckin' forbid i ever ask anything of you!" he throws his arms up, exasperated, huffs out a laugh, though it's certainly humorless. "i'd screw those precious fuckin' feelings a'yours, get y'cryin' like the fuckin' crybaby y'are..."

his voice trails off, the fiery blaze in his eye faltering—like he knows he's fucked up—but his face hardens again before she has the chance to decipher it.

there's part of her that wants to hurt him the way he's just hurt her, put up a fuckin' fight and scream at him the way they're both so used it. another part, though—a much stronger part—is too hurt to hurt him; too sad that her bear would take violence and cruelty over the kindness of others because he'd never been taught how.

she looks at him with a broken furrow between her brow—a bitter smile on her lips. her voice is watery as she starts, "i never asked you for any of that. you offered, and i accepted. and my sincerest fucking apologies for being a human, with emotions." she scoffs, let's out her own humorless laugh. she bites her lips to try and stop the river of tears at bay, looks to the side so he won't notice as a tear slips down her red cheek.

carmen exhales a long breath—he went too far. "cub—"

she lifts a dismissive hand, "no, y'know what? it's fine," she sniffs harshly, rubs underneath her eyes to stop the stray tears from slipping. "i'm— i'm gonna give you some space," she utters, turning to find her purse and coat. carmy watches her gathering her things uselessly, stuck. "seems like y'could use it."

she doesn't look back at him as she rushes to the door, and only stops when she feels a large paw grazing the exposed skin of her back.

"y/n," he whispers, wavering, unsure.

she brushes his hand from her figure.

"i'll be at your house," she mumbles, and slips out of the door.

when it slams shut, carmy can't help the chocked sob that works its way up his sore throat. he stumbles backward, trips over his feet and crumbles to his knees. he curls into himself (like the boy in his mind, tucked safely in the corner), wraps his aching arms around his bent legs a cries like the crybaby he'd just accused his girlfriend of being.

his sweet cub.

god, he fucked up. they fight, so much—too much. he knows her mannerisms, has studied the inclinations of her sadness, frustration, irritation, and anger. he can't ever recall being faced with her disappointment, however, her utter hurt.

he fucked up, bad. but he's gonna fix it (has to, or the boy in the corner will never stop shaking with fear, sobbing, wailing—waiting for his protector to return with his cub).

——

it's late when carmen gets home. their home, not his (couldn't call it his, was never his when she's the one who made his house a home). he walks through the door of their penthouse with his hands full—his duffle bag, a bag of take out (from the three michelin star joint down on 39th), a heart-box of chocolates, and a large bouquet of flowers—and his tail tucked between his wobbly legs.

he places her gifts on the kitchen counter when he walks by in passing, groaning in relief as weight is lifted away from his body (he got beat the shit out of—had to if he fuckin' lost).

he walks into their bedroom as quietly as he can, softly kicking the door shut behind him. in their king-sized bed lay his sweet cub, curled up beneath the blankets—chin tucked and knees pulled to her chest—in a baby pink nightie and matching bonnet. he watches the subtle rise and fall of her back, smile fondly.

he shuffles to the foot of the bed and sets his duffle there, then moves around to her side, kneeling before his sleeping beauty.

"cub," he whispers, feather light as he presses stray baby hairs peaking through the band of her bonnet back underneath. "wake up f'me, baby, 've got some grovelin' t'do."

she groans groggily into the sheets as she starts to come to, stretches out like a cat as her tear-clumped, heavy eyes peel open.

"hey, sweet cub," he murmurs. she eyes him blankly through fluttery lashes.

he deserves that.

"i'm sorry, my girl," he sighs heavily, beginning to pet at her blotchy cheek. "i didn't mean it, fuckin' any of it. you don't bitch at me, y'never ask too much of me," he brings his free hand up to cradle her pretty face as tears begin to well in her eyes. "this is your house, your home. my money is yours, more than it's mine—fuckin' spend it all, cub, i don't care," the both huff out a short laugh, his fond, hers snotty. "y'not a crybaby, you're my baby—my girl, my sweet fuckin' cub, and i'm so goddamn sorry i said those things to you, baby."

she sniffles, curls her fingers around his wrists to keep him close. "y'mean it?"

his lips twitch up in a gentle smile, "i mean it, cub; m'so fuckin' sorry, sweetheart."

"good."

she pulls him in by her grip on his wrists, mouth pressing to his.

safe to say he's forgiven (he carries her out to the kitchen—arms clasped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist—and presents her gifts to her for good measure, though. sits her in his lap and feeds her yummy pasta and chocolate with a glass of sangria, one of her go-to drinks, to see that giddy smile.

then eats her out of the kitchen counter, too).

——

a/n: how to make the writing process go faster no glue no borax

not edited/proofread!!

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[dollfacedb1tch]

tag a few moots and assign them and yourself an idol duo ⭐️

OMG THIS WAS IN MY INBOX AND I WAS GETTING ALL SAD BC I THOUGHT I DIDN'T GET ITTT !!

so here's few : ( sorry if you didn't wanna be tagged ! ;-; )

@wonysmiu ⠀⠀ @lvioung ⠀ @hourlyhoon

@florichae ⠀ @chaeryeos @sooyaafluers

@sxgarhan ⠀ @dolliewonyied @ririicherry

😞+ manyyy other moots i didn't have the courage tagging lololollll

[tonycries]

Daddy I haven't gotten my period this month 😨 (I'm scared)

(Also can I be 🫀 anon? If it's not taken 😩)

[ot9snumber1]

bunny!hybrid nayeon in heat and needs g!p reader to breed her all night :<

cw: bratty ny, overstimulation

you don't even know how you got into this situation.

okay, maybe you did.

truthfully, you'd been a little caught up in work—enough for your bunny to start pouting every time you said you couldn't smother her with love and affection.

and maybe you'd forgotten that her heat cycle was going to start anytime soon.

"hi, bunny." you greet when you find her on the couch, grumpy and crossing her arms. it was normal nowadays, you felt bad, of course. you kiss her forehead and hold her face between your hands, telling her how sorry you are for being busy and that you've already requested for a weekend off. (but you're not really sure ms. myoui was going to take 'bonding with my pet' as a valid excuse)

she huffs, turning away from you.

where had you gone wrong?

—

"ah-ah, bunny!" you yelp, your wrists tugging on the restraints as nayeon continued riding your dick even after you've came in her at least four times already. "stop doing that, your wrists are gonna hurt." she scolds, not breaking her rhythm.

you're already overstimulated and you feel like one more orgasm from either of you was gonna make you ascend into the heaven.

"bunny—please, just o-one more, okay?"

nayeon shakes her head, her bunny ears folding back as your cock finally hits that spot.

"no! you haven't had time for me for nearly a month!" she says, her voice somehow not broken up by her loud moans. that was something you always admired about your bunny—if she had something to say, she's saying it.

"i'm sorry, i-i swear i—fuck!" you wince, coming in her once again. nayeon sighs in pleasure as she feels your warmth fill her up.

but it's still not enough. she needs more, more, more.

"we're not stoppin' 'til i pass out."

you whine at that, there was no way you'd make it out of this bed until her heat was over. your boss was gonna kill you, that's for sure.

[sakasakiii]

hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??

i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe

HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖

now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.

i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:

Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔

Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl

Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?

Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!

Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha

just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇

these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!

For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe

YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

HAPPY DEMISEXUAL DAY!!!

YIPPEE :DDDDDDD

[larsgoingtomars]

Hi this is for the anon thing

I used to like you, a lot, and I’ve only just gotten over it

Hii!!

Im in shock right now I really doubted someone could like me-

[madame-fear]

Hello!! So Luke has a crush on reader and, while at school on Valentine’s Day, he decides to leave her little gifts in her locker throughout the day. Reader has no idea who it could be, but loves how sweet and romantic it all is. He leaves her favorite candy, a cute notebook, a little stuffed bear in her fav color, some paints she has been wanting, and other cute/thoughtful things that shows her admirer knows her better than she expected. She tries to catch this person putting stuff in her locker, but always just misses him. Before their last period, he leaves a note telling her that he will meet her by her locker after class. I wonder what readers reaction will be when she sees just who is standing there with a rose when she arrives ❤️

- Hands on Luke anon✨

and a 🌹 for you on Valentines day Amira!

꒰ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks!: hands on luke nonnie, I was missing you! this request was super sweet, I made Luke be readers friend in here 🤭 Thank you for requesting! 🥰 I hope you enjoy it my darling — and have a Valentine’s rose for you as well, my love !! 🌹 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 537

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : drabble, friends to lovers. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Modern!Lucerys x Reader

→ click here if you want to request a drabble for my followers milestone celebration! drabbles open from February 14th, to February 19th.

Valentine’s Day was just another day for you, never paying much attention to it — or, it used to be. This year had been different, much to your surprise, but it definitely was a surprise that you didn’t complain about at all.

A secret admirer filled your locker. In between class breaks, the moment you casually opened your locker, you stumbled yourself upon a shower of beautifully endearing gifts and notes. The first time it happened during the day, your eyes went wide — this person knew you more than you knew yourself. A smile quivered on your lips, feeling a heat creeping on your cheeks.

A box with your favourite candies, a small plushie bear of your favourite colour holding a big heart against it’s chest, and a cute notebook adorned the interior of your locker. Giggles spurred from your lips, you were certainly impressed. All the things that you liked and ever wished for, were all there — gifted to you by a loving secret admirer. Who could it be?

The gifts from your secret admirer managed to kept you enthusiastic. After each class, between breaks, you would go to your locker and find it exploded with pretty little things that made you blush like a little girl with a crush. Plushies, flowers, love poems, more treats — even paints that you had been wanting for a long time! This person knew too well, you had to find who this person was; but this person always sneaked away from your sight whenever you hoped to caught them.

Until, you simply received a small note before your last class. It said, that he’d meet you by your locker after classes. A surge of thrill washed over you, mixed between excitement and nervousness. But you managed to keep the perfect balance of it, until your last class finally arrived, and you would soon meet your secret admirer.

You anxiously walked towards your locker as your last period ended. Luke had been as nervous as you had been, perhaps more. On his hand there was a delicate rose, fidgeting with it as he stood by your locker. As you arrived, his gaze moved to stare at you, meekly grinning. You stopped on your place for a moment as soon as your eyes landed on him.

It was Luke. Not only your best friend, but as well, your crush. You felt pleasantly surprised, as your heart thumped loudly against your chest, smiling dumbly. You could throw yourself at him right there.

“You’re my secret admirer, then?” you chirped eagerly, with a smile that grew on the corner of your lips. His hazel eyes admired you timidly before gazing down at the rose on his hand, nodding. “I am, yes.” he retorted, managing to not stutter. You were too beautiful, and he didn’t want to ruin the occassion.

“Which is why, I was wondering if you’d like to be my Valent—” you interrupted him abruptly, approaching him, and pressing your lips too dangerously close to his own, feeling his silky skin. His breathing stopped briefly, melting under your kiss as your hands cupped his cheeks, longing to keep feeling your lips as you pulled apart slowly.

“Of course I will.”

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[ctrlhope]

This might sound like an odd question, but I keep thinking about it.... Would Spider Jimin's web/silk be able to hold someone off the ground? Suspended if that's the right word I'm thinking of. 🤔

Not odd at all lovely 🤭 <33 trust I got u

cw. bondage

If Jimin, you know, just so happened to want to string up his pretty little human, his silks would have no trouble doing such a thing! He’d be so careful too, wrapping you up just right. Making you look like the perfect present tied up for him.

Would make his brain go a little haywire, to be honest. Seeing his angel stuck for him, pretty little pictures drawn across your skin when he still had the right mind to tease you. Webbing holding you in place. His silks covering your body. Presented just for him on a silver platter.

Personally, I think he’d prefer to tie to up to a web. Whatever angle that web sits at, he has no care for. (A web standing straight up, you attached to it with nothing but his silks… he would fall apart at the sight.) There’s just something about it that makes his spider just preen, little voice in the back of his head rambling about just how good a mate you are. Pretty and tied for him. Covered in him, in his scent, his marks. But I can only imagine what happens if you decide to get bratty on him. Then he doesn’t mind you tied up like a pretty doll. Not at all <33

So! Short answer: his webs are definitely strong enough to support holding someone off the ground! Definitely not like, a single string, but he knows how to prepare you correctly, so don’t worry :DD I imagine his webbing is similar to spider man’s to be honest, just a bit thinner and more delicate. But still very strong since he’s able to sit on it after a few passes over the same spot ++ he uses it to hunt :>> 💞💞

[chi-icha]

This is a very oddly specific request, but is it possible for you to have a comfort scenario with Wanderer/Scaramouche where an autistic reader has been feeling insecure and hurt regarding their flat affect because a manager at work essentially embarrassed them publicly by treating them like a child and accused them of "having attitude" when they were asking a simple question all because the manager decided a monotonous voice = attitude, and because of that they've started masking more obviously, have stopped speaking as often for the most part and only use very exaggerated and fake tones when they do speak.

I recently this happen to me and the whole argument with my manager has left me so embarrassed and ashamed of my autism, my meltdowns and my flat affect that I'm literally handing my resignation in the next shift I have and I'd love a comfort scenario for it, especially since I tend to see Wanderer as autistic, since his vocal tone in EN feels very similar to my own in some ways- I feel like he'd get it.

I apologise if the prompt is too overly specific or if it's unclear but I felt I'd ask anyway because I feel so hurt ashamed right now and don't even want to speak anymore and I hate feeling like that over something I have no control of.

oh dear, i’m really sorry that happened to u :( i understand how hard it is to communicate when you have difficulty doing it. even if i myself don’t have autism, i understand that people who do have difficulty in daily life. people all around should respect and try to help instead of making a whole deal out of it

and don’t apologise!! nothing is your fault to begin with, and you don’t have to apologise for something you can’t control or are not even conscious about it.

you feel your eyes prick with tears, even if you don’t want to cry. it makes you feel weak, and no one should be weak, or so you thought.

you feel like punching your manager, but that’s not allowed. what else are you supposed to do? just let them treat you like a child and deal with it. fuck, no.

you sit down on a bench in a particularly isolated area in Sumeru, hoping to god no one comes and bothers at this time of day. After fighting with your manager about something that could’ve just been resolved without a problem, you feel exhausted, lonely, even.

“crying alone? I thought I’d never see the day.” a slightly flat voice comes from in front of you, a few metres away. you know that voice, and it gives a slight smile to your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

there he stood, crossing his arms while having a small, amused smile on his face. but it’s not the kind of smile that’s meant to mock you, it’s more like a jab that close friends do; harmless and a little funny despite the situation.

“shut up..” you mumble while gently wiping your eyes, the smile rising on your face despite trying to hide it, not wanting to please that fucker. Wanderer huffs softly, then invites himself to sit beside you and crosses his legs while propping his chin on his palm, elbow neatly placed on his knee just so he could get a good look at you.

sure, seeing you cry was a little rare to see since you always seem so.. monotonous or flat, for lack of better word. he knew little bits of what your relationship with your manager was, and to say he was disgusted was an understatement at best.

“manager?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

he knew how to read you like an open book, which is both a blessing and a curse.

“yeah,” your voice was soft, and he immediately caught up on that. usually your voice would be at the same pitch he’s used to. “nothing much though, just..”

you trail off, not knowing how to finish your sentence without thinking of how much of wuss you sound like. you bite your lip, and his form a soft frown.

the silence draws for a little longer, and you feel like you should’ve shut up. your head hangs low, your thumbs fiddling together and mentally beating yourself up for creating such an awkward atmosphere from just trying to speak. fuck, why was speaking so hard—

he hums, just a flat one that seemed to silently say he understood whatever you were trying to silently say.

he inches closer, hand holding the back of your head before pulling your body close to his. he hopes his artificial skin would help you warm up, even if just a little could be nice.

with the help of his comforting touch despite the coldness of his artificial skin, you chuckle softly despite the tears gently streaming down your cheeks. just small ones, but wanderer finds himself wiping them away anyway.

“that’s enough crying,” he cringes at his own voice, failing miserably at trying to form a warm tone and he stays silent, hoping you just understand that he’s genuinely trying to comfort you.

you smile softly, burying your face a little on his neck to not let anyone else see you cry as your arms softly wrap around him, squeezing gently to relieve some of your own tension.

“thank you.”

your voice was but a whisper, but he finds his skin to redden slightly anyway.

please please pleasee correct me if anything is incorrect about autism or any other issues about my writing :(( i have no friends or relatives who have autism, so i really don’t know what it’s like. i made a little research about it but i really don’t know if it’s correct or not 😔

[fivefeetfangirl]

omg hiii!! hope ur doing good 😊 re ur tags on the post about reading a lot of time travel fics lately 👀👀 do you have any recs ? I feel like ive devoured the trope there arent any good ones left 😩

Hi nonny!!

Based on your ask it seems like you've probably read more time travel fics than me haha I just started like 3 weeks ago. And these are what I've read so far (I would rec them all, they're all very good):

crossing lines by sometimeswelose which is about s1 dean getting transported into s15. read the tags on this one tho!

in this louisiana bar by fleeceframe where s10 cas travels back to s1 dean. in the next part s10 cas travels back to s4 dean

psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe where s15 cas travels back to pre-series dean

I haven't read this one but been recced it, time has come today by teen_dean where 19 year old dean from 1998 is brought to 2020 to help with a hunt

If you have any recs for me feel free to send another ask <33 or if anyone wanna add to this post, please do!

[seijorhi]

Rhiiii inexorable has been on my mind for so long. Arguably the best Iwa fic I have ever read. Please please get us some Iwa crumbs. I need to know more about iwa and reader 🥹🥹🥹

@iwaasfairy pls stop sending me anon asks about inexorable it's starting to get embarrassing <33 i'm kidding, i'm kidding

hmmmm

it probably goes without saying, but iwa is not the kind of guy to half ass things. he recognises that you probably weren't aware of the gravity in you knocking on his door for help (and maybe you might've thought twice about it if you had) but for him, that simple act solidified months of watching. waiting. you knocked, and you can't take it back.

he's killed for you. can't take that back, either.

you're his girl. not for a night, not for the next few months. his, that's it. full stop, end of fucking story. and he wasn't joking when he told you to stay – you're not going back to your apartment. hell, if it were up to iwa, you wouldn't be leaving his bed at all.

s'fine, he'll ease you into it. maybe.