#oc teaser

[yanaleese]

"Starlight, star bright..."

"Won't you be my darling tonight?"

...who?

[lazyvase]

By the way. Each post will be posted at about Noon CST.

[stephiethewephie]

Director Review: Elanor Sunberry

Felix Rotary (current employee)

Lots-of-Hugs Daycare and Learning Center

Elanor is... something.

She is amazing with the kids. Every time she enters one of the play areas, the kids swarm her and give her a huge group hug. She cares for them like they are her own.

She plays with them, nurses them, teaches them, helps prepare food and activities for them, protects them, and supports them through all their needs and troubles. You can tell that she adores working with children and knows her stuff when it comes to taking care of them. Her own kid is in the daycare, so that definitely shows her experience and dedication to her work.

She’s so good at her job that I have even seen some of the kids pushing and screaming not to leave her during pick-up time. I admit it’s a bit concerning, but whatever brings them back I guess.

Her employees however, it's like all that kindness and care that she gives the kids is thrown away. It leaves way to what I can only describe as dictatorship and authoritarianism.

All of her employees, including me, have been down on their luck, faced rejection after rejection, and in a state financially which we would take anything. And she used it against us.

She promised a non-judgmental space where those like us can finally belong and. To be treated like “family” alongside the kids. To be respected and valued for who we are. She got us wrapped around her fingertips on that one.

She treats most of us like prisoners. She degrades and berates us anytime she gets and says what a terrible job we are doing despite our best efforts. We were barely trained in our job. We have to work with a bunch of misbehaving, out of control children on our own while Elanor is with her kid somewhere else.

Anytime we speak up, she threatens to dock our pay or terminate us. We have nowhere else to go, so most of us are pretty much stuck here until we find better jobs.

But, it's not just that. Something else is keeping us from leaving her. I can't quite describe it, but it's like a beckoning call that none of us can resist, making us drawn to the daycare. I'm not sure what it is, but I guarantee Elanor is behind it.

She has us under contract so I'm not even allowed to say anything negative about her. But, I need to get this out as a caution to others, I don't care what happens to me anymore.

If you are looking for a daycare to work for, STAY AWAY FROM LOTS-OF-HUGS DAYCARE! AND STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ELANOR!

JOB OFFER EMAIL

[emphyrean-paracosm]

I know I haven’t introduced Alaric yet. Nor have I ever touched on this idea with Mene but this idea came to me while working on lore. I promise it’ll make a lot more sense once I release some lore posts.

[craythesecondgayass]

Idate is a bad father

NOOO DON'T OVERTHROW THE GOVERMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!

[girlygguk]

SPLIT | JJK

banner by the gorgeous @runariya <3

2/3 teaser for my pick the fic! poll 📊 currently in second place we have... split

[pairing] baby daddy jk x ex gf reader

[teaser content] sfw, 1.5k words, 26 jk | 25 yn (i think? haven't read back in a while, will fix this later if i'm wrong), separated parents w shared custody, they’re still besties, but jk wants the resties, jk comes over to pickup baby, cursing, a tiny argument, they're cute i promise

[6:59PM] You Kook, Ji is reallyy sleepy already Is it okay if I give her a nap before you get here or do you want me to keep her awake?

[7:01PM] JK Hi love, I’m around the corner. Let her sleep. I’ll stay for a bit before I take her home? Sent with Siri

You rolled your eyes as you read his response, but you weren’t surprised. The agreed pick-up time for Jiyeon was 8pm on weekdays, but somehow Jungkook kept showing up earlier and earlier. You’d offered to adjust the time if 8 o’clock was too late, considering you had Jiyeon all to yourself for four and a bit days of the week while he barely got three. But he always declined, and you still weren’t sure why.

“Come on, baby girl. You can lay down in your bed for a bit, huh?” you cooed, gently poking Jiyeon’s tummy. Her sleepy eyes, which had just fluttered shut, snapped open with a tired whine. She turned further into the couch, trying to go back to sleep. You chuckled at your pouty girl before scooping her up, letting her snuggle into your neck.

“Appa will be here soon. You can have a little rest until then, hm?” you whispered softly. Jiyeon nodded, her little face burrowing deeper into the crook of your neck. By the time you reached her room, her breathing had already evened out.

You gently tucked Jiyeon into her bed, brushing a stray hair from her face and kissing her soft forehead before flicking on her night light and turning off the main room light. The door creaked quietly as you closed it most of the way, careful not to let it click shut — she didn’t like that. You padded back to the living room, spotting the scattered teddies on the floor. You quickly scooped them up, plopping them onto the couch before flopping down yourself.

Grabbing the remote, you turned the TV volume down low, flicking through Netflix until you settled on an episode of Modern Family. You were just about to press play when the familiar sound of keys rattling in the doorknob caught your attention.

Jungkook slipped in quietly, toeing off his shoes by the mat before locking the door behind him. Your head tilted as you took in his outfit — Adidas shorts and a jogger jacket, his hair still slightly damp from a shower or maybe sweat.

"Did you run here?" you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips.

He just rolled his eyes, closing the distance between you. You leaned your head back against the couch, fully expecting it, and he planted a kiss on your forehead, as usual. Then, cheekily, he dipped down to press a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away too fast for you to swat at him.

"What happened to ‘hi, baby, how are you?’" he sighed dramatically, heading toward Jiyeon’s room.

"Hmm, I think that greeting got revoked when we ended things two years ago? Not sure though..." you replied sarcastically, pulling your knees up onto the couch and resuming your episode of Modern Family.

Jungkook came back into the living room after giving Jiyeon’s chubby cheeks a dozen kisses. “You mean when you ended things?” He narrowed his eyes playfully as he flopped down beside you, twisting your body around and pulling your legs to rest over his lap. You didn’t flinch, still focused on Cam and Mitchell’s argument on screen.

When you didn’t respond, he pouted, his fingers drumming lightly on your bare thighs, toying with the hem of your pajama shorts. That got your attention.

You turned your head to him slowly, blinking. He was staring at your thighs, clearly feeling your gaze but refusing to look up, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t start this again, J,” you warned, eyes narrowing. “Or you can go sit in the hall until 8 o’clock.”

"Done it before," he shrugged, unbothered, catching your foot with his hand when you tried to poke him with it, rubbing his thumbs over your heel in slow, firm circles.

Your body instantly relaxed, a soft grunt slipping from your lips as his long fingers massaged into your skin. “Nevermind, keep doing that, and you can stay,” you sighed, your head falling to the side to rest into the couch.

Jungkook smiled in satisfaction, his hand sliding up to your thigh to tug you down a bit more, adjusting you so you could use the armrest as a pillow while he had more access to your feet. His thumbs pressed into the arch of your foot, working out the tension, and you couldn’t help but hum in approval.

"Always finding reasons for me to stay, huh?" he teased, his eyes flicking to yours briefly before focusing back on your legs. His touch softened, more deliberate, as his thumbs moved over your skin. You rolled your eyes, but the soft smile tugging at your lips didn’t go unnoticed.

For a few peaceful minutes, you watched his tattooed hands gently rub over your right foot, the tension slowly fading under his careful attention. When he switched to your left foot, you broke the silence. "What are you guys going to do tomorrow?"

Jungkook just chuckled softly, continuing his ministrations. You waited, but when he didn’t respond, your eyebrows furrowed. "What?" you asked.

His hands faltered for a moment, and he looked up at you, his dark eyes scanning your face before his brows knitted together. "What?" he echoed, clearly confused.

You blinked, now just as confused. "Why are you being weird? What are you guys doing tomorrow?" A small, uncertain laugh slipped out of you.

Jungkook let your foot fall into his lap as his lips pulled to the side, eyes drifting to the floor for a second before flicking back to you. "The beach? Like we planned? Me, you, and Ji?"

You immediately sat up, your eyes widening. "Uh, what?" You huffed, trying to keep your voice low but failing. "No, that's Sunday. You told me Sunday, Jungkook."

His face pulled back, a mix of disbelief and annoyance flashing in his eyes. "No, I didn't," he scoffed, a hand lifting to run through his hair. "I told you Saturday because Sunday Jiyeon and I are going over to my mom's."

You shook your head in disbelief, letting out a frustrated scoff as you searched for your phone. You spotted it half under his butt, yanking it out from beneath him and hastily unlocking it. "What's the big deal?" Jungkook sighed, watching you scroll through your messages. "Can't we just do it tomorrow?"

"No, Jungkook," you snapped, shooting him a glare. "I have plans. I've cancelled three weeks in a row already, I can’t do that again—"

"Jesus." Jungkook let out a dry, humorless laugh, rolling his eyes as his head dropped back against the couch. "Of course you're ditching the day with us for that fucking loser from work."

Your fingers froze over the screen, your head snapping toward him, fury flaring in your eyes. "Excuse me?" you said, your laugh sharp with disbelief. "Ditch the day with you? Did you miss the part where I said I've cancelled three weeks in a row already? For you?! And he's not a loser, you asshole. He's a nice guy—"

"Yeah, real nice guy who’s been trying to be Jiyeon’s step-daddy for over a year," Jungkook scoffed.

"My god, you’re such an asshole," you muttered, shaking your head as you unlocked your phone and started scrolling through your texts again.

"Said that already," he mumbled, leaning his head back against the couch, watching you patiently.

"Shut the—" You froze mid-sentence, your eyes landing on the texts from last week.

Mother fucker.

[9:47PM] JK Yeah she’s asleep now love. So cutee she wanted a double scoop and she was doing so well

[9:48PM] You Doing so well until...?

[9:48PM] JK Until she threw up all over Jimin hyung lolll it was fucking adorable

[9:49PM] You Hahahahah oh my goddd did you take any photos??

[9:49PM] JK No, I was pissing myself hahaha fuckk

[9:50PM] You 💔💔💔

[9:51PM] JK Love, we walked past the beach on our way home, and it was getting dark, but Ji really wanted to go Only way I could get her to stop pouting was to tell her we’d go back with you next week

[9:52PM] You Stop pimping me out or I’m going to start charging you

[9:52PM] JK How much??

[9:53PM] You Shut up What day?

[9:53PM] JK Saturday xx I'll make us a cute lunch

[9:54PM] You Kimbap?

[9:54PM] JK Uh huh

[9:54PM] You Kay Can you and Ji facetime me in the morning?

[9:55PM] JK We can

[9:55PM] You Thank youu Going to sleep now love you

[9:56PM] JK Love you more baby, sleep well xx

join the taglist

[pynkpommy]

Pommy's cooking again . . .

Be sure to follow my other socials to enjoy the full image when it drops! BSKY | Twitter | FurAffinity

[fog-clan]

2025 Fogclan Teaser Poster! All of these are dialogue bits that may be changed or expanded upon, but they are all connected to things that WILL happen in the story!

[elderwisp]

The 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 is talking backwards And the ℜ𝔢𝔡 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫'𝔰 off with her head Remember what the Dormouse said, Feed your head

[attanie]

False Existence From False Gods

Here is a teaser for the TADC N64 game I’m making. I’ll make one for each character and that’ll show you some lore of them.

[They don’t make NPC’s like they used too!]

NPC self awareness:

Jax: 100%

Kinger: 100%

Gangle: 73% (she’s already losing it)

Ragatha: 34%

Zooble: 32%

Pomni: (Not an NPC)

[yanaleese]

he is SO jelly

stay tuned friends!!! The next OC is almost here ;DDD

[carnalhaus]

the long dream (nowhere between)

[davidthephoneguy]

A wip frame that he’s in during the animation >:3

New au alert

Only giving two pieces of info, this new oc is a Possum and the rest of the cast are my other ocs.

Also he will appear in the animation I'm workin on

(@thygoddessouijathicc for helping me workshoping the ideas for it :3)

[emphyrean-paracosm]

They’re a ten but…. Pt 2!

They’re a ten, but they're sadistic when it comes to murdering those who harm children and would likely eat their lover in some twisted expression of love.

She’s a ten, but she’s a future faerie queen who has constant plots against her life because she’s viewed as too weak to rule.

He’s a ten, but he can never officially love you back because he’s a goodie-two-shoes angel favored by his god.

He’s a ten, but there are no buts he’s just a ten jk- He’s a ten, but he was selected to rule a nation because he’s hot and was born a noble. Also, he’s the illegitimate son of the faerie queen and a human. I love him

She’s a ten, but she's a sweetheart with unrealistic expectations of people due to meeting the elven king after getting hurt by someone she trusted and now thinks that people either can’t be trusted or should be trusted with her life.

Pls, ignore the lack of horns on Menedora (who’s at the bottom) as always, not my art I’m too lazy to draw them also the characters are Zerachiel, Rionach, Orifiel, Adonis, and Menedora.

[craythesecondgayass]

Shibani you silly thing..

Little doodle

[girlygguk]

STRAWBERRIES & CREAM | JJK

banner by the gorgeous @runariya <3

1/3 teaser for my pick the fic! poll 📊 starting off with the current lead, strawberries & cream...

[pairing] wealthy law student jk x aspiring actress & struggling waitress reader

[teaser content] sfw, 1.1k words, 21 jk | 21 yn, some internal monologue cursing, wrongful workplace treatment (yes, yet another one of my oc's has a shitty boss 😭), a group of rude fucks won’t leave the diner, oc just wants to buss her damn tables and skedaddle, jk is Whipped and oc is Worried.

📍 Seoulful Delight a rundown diner on a somewhat quiet corner of the city.

You were closing alone again.

The night cook had called in sick, leaving you to handle everything yourself. At first, you figured it wouldn’t be a big deal.

It was a slow Monday, after all, and most of the regulars were already gone — the elderly folks who came for their nightly decaf and pie, the high school kids who hung around after school. But then, a group of rowdy guys strolled in, loud and obnoxious, ordering a ridiculous amount of food while making sure to throw in comments about the wait time despite it being painfully obvious you were the only one working.

And now, with their empty plates stacked high on the table and the lights of the diner dimming, they refused to leave no matter how many times you told them the place was closed.

You weren’t that stupid. Their sleazy smirks, the way they eyed you up and down, it was all warning enough not to push any further. And you didn’t.

The last time you had called the police on a group of guys a little worse than this, one of them ended up being the son of the officer on duty, and knowing your luck, one of these jerks would probably end up being the brother.

Your manager, Ahn Chang-min, was livid about the callout fee charged for what was deemed a false report, and he’d been deducting the cost from your paycheck bit by bit. You knew it was wrong — probably unconstitutional too, if you were using that word correctly — but you didn’t have the energy, support, nor the funds to fight it.

So instead of making a scene, you sighed, pursing your lips as you slipped behind the counter and texted Chang-min for advice. Unsurprisingly, your messages were left on read, and the group of dickheads showed no signs of leaving.

Your tired eyes scanned the diner. You had cleaned almost everything, except for their table and one booth in the back.

Jungkook’s booth.

He had become somewhat of a regular over the past few months. Always showing up an hour or two before closing, still dressed in his perfectly tailored suits, his hair tousled like he’d been running his fingers through it all day.

You knew he was a law student — or maybe a graduate, possibly even a lawyer by now. You weren’t sure of his exact age, but you’d often seen him with his nose buried in thick law books late at night. 'Civil Procedure' was the title you recognized the most.

Despite how late he came in, Jungkook always ordered two servings of food, devouring it like he hadn't eaten all day. He seemed to have a thing for the all-day breakfast menu — extra crispy bacon, double helpings of fried eggs, sometimes toast, sometimes pancakes. 

When he couldn’t decide between dishes, he’d ask you to pick for him. Last week, you’d chosen the grilled steak sandwich, your personal favorite, which you’d prepared yourself since the cook was on break.

You’d learned to make everything on the menu by now, given how often the night cooks either called in or left early. Some recipes you’d been taught; others, you just winged it. So far, no one had complained about the quality. Though, most of the customers who came to this shitty little diner were either too drunk to notice or too polite to say anything.

Nevertheless, Jungkook had ordered two of that same sandwich every visit since.

You wondered how he managed his schedule. How he stayed so fit with all the food he consumed. He never came in before 10pm, and you found yourself hoping that his days didn’t start too early. That wouldn’t be healthy.

But then again, working almost back-to-back doubles and still barely scraping by after rent and utilities wasn’t exactly healthy either. But somehow, you managed. You just hoped his days weren’t as long as yours.

The moment your soft voice carried across the diner, announcing it was closing time, Jungkook snapped out of his trance, glancing at his phone and realizing how late it was. He began packing up, but his hands stilled when he overheard a group of guys’ crude remarks from the center table of the diner. They weren’t just refusing to leave — they were making inappropriate comments, and the way they talked to you made his grip tighten around his book.

He set it back on the table, his jaw clenching as he watched you back away from them, obviously trying to avoid escalating the situation. You looked like you were about to head toward his booth, maybe tell him it was time to leave as well. But after a moment of hesitation, you turned and disappeared into the kitchen instead, your shoulders slumped in defeat.

Jungkook’s heart clenched.

He hoped you didn’t think he was anything like those assholes. He could never treat you that way. Never refuse you anything. After all, you made the best steak sandwich he’d ever had.

He doesn’t know if it was because he really liked steak, or if it was because he knew you were the one to prepare it for him that made it taste so good. Either way, it was perfect. Sweet. Just like you and just like everything you did.

The way you filled his coffee cup all the way to the top even though the lines on the mug told you to stop three-quarters up. The way you’d add a fried egg to his steak sandwich without charging extra. The care you put into everything for him, even when you were exhausted.

Jungkook always made sure to tip you directly. He never left the money on the table where your grimy little coworkers could pocket it while you were clearing another booth. He’d even downplay the amount when signing the bill because he knew your shitty boss was the type to skim what he could off the top.

Every time without fail, you’d frown at him, shake your head, tell him to stop doing that. But Jungkook never listened. Eventually you’d relent, let him slip the cash into your apron pocket, and the soft, sweet smile you gave him afterward always made it worth every penny.

He looked forward to that moment every night — to the smell of your berry-scented lotion mixed with your perfume when you leaned down to thank him and clear away his plates. He spent a lot of time wondering what kind of berry it was. Raspberry? Strawberry? Boysenberry? He wished he could ask. Maybe he’d buy some for himself just to have something that reminded him of you.

Not that he needed a physical memento.

You were already stuck in his head. All day, every day, for the past three months.

ermmm... yea i may have downplayed just how whipped jk actually is... forgive me 🙇‍♀️

he is a grump tho, TRUST ME...

but just to like everrrryoneeee but her 😭

lemme know what u think?! love you x

join the taglist