#open call to literally anyone who follows me not just moots

[sodafrog13]

hey if anyone who follows me and likes hotline miami knows any good custom campaigns for hlm2 pls let me kno 🙏🏼 i would like to try to get into some when i come home in a week or so

[totallynotsilversora]

Can we appreciate and analyze how impeccable Vash’s skills as a marksman is bc I hadn't noticed anyone talk about it in length and this gif literally drives me insane:

Content warning: mentions guns / gun and shooting below the cut because otherwise this analysis would be moot.

This is coming from someone who used to only shoot air rifles for sport like how you'd see it in the Olympics with paper targets!

Ok so as I’ve said I've shot guns before (not at anyone ya sickos) and believe me when I say that Vash has such a good steady aim his arm doesn’t even bend when he moves it - he moves it from the shoulder/ his waist to keep that arm straight and relaxed as possible, which is crazy because that gun looks like a BRICK made of solid metal. There's no way that thing is light, there's definitely some weight to it, but the way he moves it is smoother than most people I've seen lift a credit card.

Now it’s not unusual in sport to have at least some tiny weight on the end of the barrel to keep it steady and act as a counterbalance but that’s like Olympics, not a fight. Vash may be superhuman but I don’t think carrying a cross like the Punisher would make fighting any easier, so it’s safe to say holding a decently heavy chunk of metal filled with lead isn’t easy either (I’m pretty sure the humans we’ve seen so far held their guns with two hands either due to weight or stability and they're not so smooth anyways).

So him tracking someone with a gun like that in only ONE HAND is kind of impressive even at that close range bc it doesn't matter how many times you hit your mark, your barrel would NOT be as steady as Vash in that gif unless you're this gif of Kobeni from CSM:

Even that scene in episode 3 when Vash is aiming at Knives (which I can’t find a good gif of) he doesn’t move the barrel at ALL until he has to lift it and follow Knives’ head. No shaking, no wobble, not even the SLIGHTEST figure 8 you’d normally get when you aim down a barrel - it’s a smooth turn of his wrists following Knives’ head up.

And that’s all from EXPERIENCE. Look at the two gifs below:

You can literally see how much he’s improved since he lost his arm - he’s expectantly super wobbly compared to the last gif in episode 2. He notably doesn’t “force” the gun to stay in one spot and aim where it needs to be - he raises it then let’s it “settle” on where he’s aiming to shoot before firing. A good shooter knows how to aim and take the shot before they lose the target w/o moving (called “following through”), but a great marksman knows that when it comes to shooting you should never fight against the body’s natural tendencies to move the way it wants to even when you’re aiming at something because you’re less likely to wobble or move when your body is relaxed and comfortable. Moving it away from that position will cause you to quiver and inevitably try to return to that same comfortable position against your will. That’s not just something you pick up on naturally - you have to LEARN that shit.

Which means Vash literally took the time to either completely unlearn every single one of his body’s natural ticks in order to shoot like a pro OR he learned how to work along with each one so his aim was always on point. Either way, it took him 150 years of practice to reach that level and it definitely paid off for him I think!

There’s a bunch of other ticks I noticed, too, like him keeping his trigger finger on the side of the gun if he’s not aiming to shoot anything in that moment but still has the gun in his hand so he doesn't accidentally misfire:

Or how he never keeps one eye closed bc the twitching WILL make you shake and lose focus so he always keeps both eyes open when aiming so he sees better:

But this post is long enough as is and I think we all get the idea that he’s that fricking good at using a gun.

TL;DR Studio Orange did a fantastic job convincing me that Vash is an INSANELY GOOD marksman and this is coming from someone who used to shoot air rifles for sport and had an incredible coach who would also agree with me and say this guy’s aim is surreal if he ever watched this show. Also his reload speed is absolutely demonic too like what the actual hell-

EDIT: added that scene from episode 3 just to show you guys what I meant (sorry it's low quality but you get it!!! Also the fact he's keeping his finger on the trigger bc he knows how unpredictable Knives is and could strike him down at any moment just shows how confident he is at keeping his hand steady bc if he were shaking he would DEFINITELY have misfired by now).

[cluelessbees]

I respect your vocal support for the Palestinian people and hope you continue, but some of your latest posts are bordering on antisemitism.

Okay,

How?

I don't see how anything I've posted or reblogged is anti-semitic. I'm not Jewish so I know I can unintentionally say something that perpetuates anti-semitism. So, genuinely, what is it that I said that was anti-semitic, how was it anti-semitic and how can I improve?

Because, if you did see all my posts and reblogs, you'll see the ones that directly talk about Jewish people is about how Judaism is not equivalent to Zionism, that Jewish people who are talking about this issue are the bravest people, that the phrase "Not in our name" being used by them makes me so emotional, that saying from the river to the sea Palestine will be free isn't calling for the ethnic cleansing of jewish people.

So, if you have been following my posts and reblogs, you would know I don't wish to perpetuate anti-semitism. Because being pro-palestine is not being anti-semitic and just because I want Palestine to be free does not automatically mean I want Jewish people to suffer. One statement does not imply the other.

The fact you're actively telling me this and not telling me how or why so I can improve just shows me you don't actually care about helping me learn, or helping stop the spread of anti-semitism. You just want to criticise me and diminish my voice.

I opened anon asks again because I wanted to give people a chance to send me videos of stuff in Arabic if they wanted translations or to genuinely talk about the issue. But now I see that no matter what people will just send me asks out of hate.

Even though I am Arab, even though I arguably do know a lot about this issue because I've learned about it my whole life. Even though I have a better grasp of the situation because I'm quite literally in the Middle East and my point of view isn't tainted by orientalism (it's a theory coined by Edward Said – a Palestinian American and I recommend reading up on it if you're interested). No matter what people don't care.

It honestly sucks to see this idea that we should uplift the voices of POC and never see that energy transferred to Arabs. Yes, I'm not Palestinian so my voice does not matter as much as theirs. But I'm still Arab and a lot of the rhetoric against Palestine is just Anti-Arabism.

I'm going to turn off anon asks indefinitely. It's clear no one cares to talk to me about this issue like I'm a human being. Being Arab online right now sucks as is. I'm not giving anyone the ability to cower behind anon. Oh, and my moots think you are nothing but a coward by hiding on anon too.

[beelzeballing]

fuck dude. i guess its time for an intro post. but only because i feel bad for all my mooties who know nothing about me. strap in ig.

hello! i generally go by moogs on here, my moots can call me by my actual name tho <3 im not putting it here, iykyk. i'm 22 years old. i'm a transmasc nonbinary guy and primarily use he/him prns, but i also have a variety of neos in the back (most notably dia/diam/dias). i speak english, german and a teeny bit of french. quite frankly, i'm still a bit bad at using tumblr. i made an account like 7 years ago but ive only somewhat gotten my head around it recently. currently i do a shitload of our flag means death posting. i also love tma but its a bit on the backburner rn.

I block anyone who follows me with a blank profile. There are too many damn bots on this webbed site, sorry.

i have way too many side blogs because when i get into the MOOD of talking about one specific thing i get into the MOOD. this however also means that these regularly get abandoned for a couple of weeks or months until i get into the MOOD again. but there's also tons of media i might post about that i DONT have sideblogs for. ive tried listing them but... it ended up being a mess so ig you'll have to let me surprise you. sorry.

side blog list for your convenience:

@veedsynth: vocal synth blog. has been a special interest for so long that im almost normal about it at this point.

@paradisaeaaa: genshin blog. yes im one of those im so sorry. mostly hkv currently

@yaoi-vevo: i dont. have to explain this, do i? currently mostly slow damage and dramatical murder

@gnosiaz: gnosia blog. i love gnosia. sometimes i talk about it.

tag explanations:

#moogsin' : original post tag

#moogsles : art tag

#for later : ...for later

#mogcees : oc tag

#moogiggle : he he funni

#moogsynthing : general vsynth tag so i dont always have to tag vsynth and vocal synth and vocaloid and utau and synthv and synth v and synthesizer v and cevio and cevio ai and neutrino and

[uh... to be continued ig these are my only ones so far]

if you have any questions or want to talk or anything like that, please go ahead! i literally only have one friend on here whom i interact with on the dash so like. it gets lonely 😭

last but not least, since apparently i HAVE to add this: if you opened this post hoping to find some sort of "proship dni" or "antis dni" statement because you just HAD to know whether i was A Bad or A Good before interacting with- or following me: just dont. stay far away from me.

[clover-the-awesomest]

Here’s my Masterpost I guess…?

Hello hello! Here’s my currently unofficial master-post! My name is Clover, (she/they ig 😕) and this is my main blog where I reblog a bunch of stuff I like! It’s all mostly Wander Over Yonder and Rise of the TMNT, so if you’re not interested I suggest you keep on scrolling. However, if I take a liking to something that doesn’t require it’s own blog, I’ll reblog that as well.

This masterpost is currently made for understanding my boundaries and for organization purposes. I’ll likely update it whenever any of these things change or whenever I wanna add some more 🌟Personality🌟 to the post. Please respect these following guidelines:

Please don’t message me. It’s very very likely I will never respond or I’ll get too attached or something. I’d like for the messages to only be between moots or people I know irl. Speaking of which…

Do not send me an ask questioning me about anything personal. There isn’t really much special about me in real life, especially considering I’m on Tumblr, and besides. This is literally the internet. Things such as my name, age, where I live, who I live with, who I know, etc. All of that is off limits. Please do not expect me to reveal anything of the sort.

This is also not really a “Family friendly” blog. Swear/curse words are very much allowed, but my language is not very “Colourful.” Always refrain from using any swear words that are offensive against a certain group/minority or any slur within that range. If you don’t know what I mean, don’t ask.

In this same vein of thought, I need to mention I AM A MINOR. Anything nsfw is strictly prohibited. I do hope this doesn’t need to be elaborated on any further.

On a more positive note, my asks are open to anyone! It doesn’t matter what fandom you’re in, I’ll be willing to answer anything from Undertale to TGAMM! Obviously though, I will not tolerate anything rude or uncomfortable, and of course there will be no bots in my asks. (Hopefully)

As for organization, everything is split up into multiple different tags for convenience. WOY stuff, however, is for now stuck under one single tag, as this blog started as just an ROTTMNT blog and all the other tags are related to that instead. You can go around and look for what you want by searching each tag in the searching bar at the top of my blog.

My tags are actually pretty unique to this blog! Here’s an example or two: The tag “ew” refers to the ROTTMNT comic called “Emperion Weeping,” and the tag “swanny boi” refers to another Rise comic called “Swanatello.” Idk if that’s the comic’s official name but that’s the one I remember.

I do this for originality purposes and so that it can just fit my blog’s personal style. It’s relatively the same for my other side blogs as well!

Speaking of which, here are all my active blogs! (Not including this one cuz ur on it right now)

Lego Monkie Kid blog: www.tumblr.com/justmeclover

Sonic the Hedgehog blog: www.tumblr.com/my-name-is-jefferooni

Undertale/Underverse blog: www.tumblr.com/i-just-do-reblogs

These are all side blogs and this is my main, so there may be some days where I’m silent on those while others I’ll just be hammering out reblogs! Check em out if you want!

By the way, I’m working on an ROTTMNT fan comic myself for my “New Home AU!” It’s currently unfinished and I have no idea when I’ll get the courage to post any pages, but any asks about the AU are very VERY much appreciated! I’ll be very happy to respond to anything that doesn’t delve too much into the story… Just the basics.

To follow up on this, yes I do draw and I am willing to share my art with you. It will be a while before that happens though since I currently do not have access to a laptop, so posting my art will be more difficult.

And as a final guideline, no, I am not on any other social media platform and hopefully I never will be. My goal is to stay out of as much internet conflict as possible, so do not request for me to get like a Twitter or a Wattpad.

Thank you all so much for reading this far! Hopefully in the future this masterpost will be way shorter than it is right now. I’m still kinda new to all this posting shit right now, so. Yeah. I really appreciate how far you’ve made it.

Hope you can also continue to enjoy this blog! Have a good day/night!

[kpophubb]

2am :*^

🍯Should we make something special on fifth of each month😃 🎂🪴

❣️Also, I wanna wish you a great Friday and happy weekend🌿 cannot wait for your replies💗💓 sending you 🌠the biggest hug ever💖💗

And the playlist is ❌ Mia but MY MIA🫵🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Eat good ,rest well and be happy 🍀🌸💛💛

🐁

Hi baby😭💗 first of ALL,, resend me letter #1 bc the LINK WOULDN’T open!! Was it the ✉️ link? “Page not found” was being shown shsnsjsn pls I WANNA READ IT SO BAD cause each word you say is just so precious to me 🥹🫶🏻 and idk if you know but, letters are my favourite things to receive in general. 💌 physical ones are the BEST among em all.

First of all, pls do not worry about not being able to send me asks. I knew the conditions you were dealing with my love, I was just worried sick about you😭💗 I wanted to know how you were doing, whether you were doing okay, whether you met nice people or slept properly, whether you were sick or healthy and everything else to know. Every message you always send me and everything you say about yourself to me, they mean a lot to me so I remember every detail and wonder so much about you when you’re gone. 🥺

Sure we can make it our anniversary¿ on the 5th of every month?😍🙈 anything you’d like, I’m pretty bad with stuffs like this </3 I read your entire letter and first of all, WELCOME HOME TO ME MY LOVELY GIRL!! ❣️🫂 you’ve worked so hard and gone through so much, I’m sending you the warmest hugs and the sweetest head pats ever! To deal with so much, not everyone can do this you’re my strong and amazing girl who deserves to be applauded for her courage and strength! I’m really happy to hear that you’ve been getting a little better mentally and I hope the new year your life takes a 180• turn and you’re flooded with happiness, success, joy and a reunion with your family somewhere. 💗 you deserve it more than anyone I know baby!!

people are always mean and people will always be mean, for NO reason. Some people are just built w/ negative vibes and they have to make you feel less than whole and problematic, but in reality you’re not! I know it’s hard for you to get over the words and behaviour of other people, considering your selfless and friendly personality but I hope it gets easier for you and god surrounds you with nice and appreciative people who always remind you you’re worth so much ❤️ and ofc im here to give you the love and encouragement you need. I’ll try my best to give you the support of 100 genuine people/ friend so you will never feel lonely!! 😤

and oh pls WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!😭 ofc there are many many precious people on my blog- my anons, my moots, my followers and all of you mean the world to me but IN DIFFERENT WAYS. No one can replace no one. You’re gonna be YOU and I’m gonna love you IN YOUR DIFFERENT AND UNIQUE WAY THAT IS ONLY RESERVED FOR YOU! 👆🏻💋 and, I went on a trip to Middle East !! 🥰 I did receive gifts I mean I shopped a lot there so yeah count those as gifts from my mom? Ahaha lol. Anyway, I had the most peaceful new year I could ever think of! ~~

This year’s gonna be tough for me!! I need to work real hard and face a lot of challenges and especially the first few months are gonna be hectic and draining. I move out next month and then have to literally build a new life somewhere unknown w unknown people 💔 which makes me super anxious but I’ll get through it!! 🫶🏻 my lovely anonie, I wish you stay healthy, happy and wish I can continue to brighten up your life, day and entire year!!😘 I love you and here’s the squishiest hugs ever for you!! If you’d want, we can ofc be closer and even call eachother and send eachother voice messages 🫶🏻 (ofc if you’d want it someday) btw, I did so many face reveals these few months 🤭 idk if you saw tehee 👉🏻👈🏻

[milfgyuu]

Lovers & Friends [M] Pairing: Wen Junhui x Fem!Reader x Kim Mingyu Tags: 3.2k, fwb to lovers, smut.  Summary: Blurred lines gain sudden clarity when you propose a little, experiment, with your lover’s best friend. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content 18+, unprotected sex, (m/f), threesome (mxfxm), oral (m), undertones of power dynamics, very soft dom!Jun, light bondage, language, Jun is a simp, and Mingyu is just a himbo happy to help, jealousy, praise mixed with dirty talk, overuse of ‘baby’.

A/N: Thank my muse for having such a spicy dream that I had to write it. Also, I hope this is not terribly edited but I’m exhausted and typing with one eye open at this point.

Jun is a patient man. He’s a giving man. He prides himself on the fact that he always remains calm and cool, no matter what.

So, why in the hell is he so agitated right now?

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s only half an hour into the movie and he can hardly focus what's happening on screen because of the incessant giggling to his right where you’re seated between himself and his roommate, Mingyu. Perhaps it’s the fact that Mingyu’s paying more attention to you than the movie itself. 

Or the fact that you’re just as guilty.

Jun invited you over, per usual, considering you’re his friend. Well…friends was what you told everyone else you were because it was more socially acceptable than ‘friends who sometimes also sleep together because you’re both kinky fucks who understand each other better than anyone else’.

He attempts to ignore you both, turning back toward the television with his arms crossed. You suddenly jolt against him and he looks down at you but you’re looking at Mingyu who’s quietly chuckling at earning such a reaction. He’s about to look away when he sees the blanket on your lap shift and he follows along the ripples to find Mingyu’s hand buried beneath it.

Scoffing, Jun rolls his eyes, adjusting his posture to prop his elbow on the back of the couch behind your head. The muscle in his bicep twitches in irritation. He knows Mingyu wouldn’t do something as stupid as trying to get in your pants, literally, sitting right next to him but he’s still got his hands in places that are pissing Jun off. The way you giggle and shuffle around does nothing to soothe that either.

The movie is a moot point which sucks because Jun actually wanted to see this one but now he’s stuck watching you fuck around with his friend while completely oblivious to the fact that he’s side-eyeing the absolute hell out of you.

Mingyu dips his head close to yours and whispers something in your ear. You both dissolve into muted snickering and you hide your face in his shoulder, stifling the noise as Mingyu’s hand grips your thigh. Jun gets to his feet and the two of you look up at him curiously.

“I’m grabbing a drink,” He says in a flat tone, holding out his hand to you, “Come with me.”

It’s not a question nor an offer. It’s a command. Plain and simple.

You furrow your brow and take his hand, “Everything ok?”

Jun just turns away and pulls you along toward the kitchen. Mingyu calls out, “Do you want me to pause the movie?” and Jun doesn’t even turn around.

“Leave it on,” He says, “ No one’s watching it anyway.”

Now secluded in the kitchen, Jun presses you up against the counter, crowding into your space until you suck in an uneven breath. You chuckle awkwardly, “I thought you invited me over for a movie,” your fingers find purchase on his chest and he flicks a brow up, “Was that supposed to be code for something else?”

“Since when are you and Mingyu so close?”

You touch falters and you look up at him with big doe eyes, “Huh? Me and Gyu? I m-mean…we’ve always gotten along. Why?”

Jun’s hands come up to grip the sides of your waist. He flexes his fingers attempting to reign in some sort of control over his emotions. You watch him closely, the muscle in his jaw clenching and relaxing as he thinks of that to say.

“Do you like him?”

“What?” You’re genuinely surprised by his question, bracing your hands on his biceps to push him back a little to really look at him, “You know I don’t. I’m not interested in him like that or anyone else for that matter. What’s gotten into you?”

“So you don’t want to fuck him?”

Well, that’s just about enough of that. You shove Jun back but he hardly moves and you glare at him. 

“You’re being an asshole right now. Just because we sleep together does not give you the right to dictate who I hang out with and quite frankly, who I might be interested in fucking. Besides, we agreed to be exclusive and if you honestly think I would risk our friendship for dick,” You reach between you and grasp him in your hand, squeezing enough to make him bow over you with a groan, “Which I’m already getting plenty of from your dumbass, then that sounds like a you problem.”

Jun wheezes out an apology and you release him, still thoroughly pissed off. Mingyu is hot, sure. He’s fun and probably a fantastic lay but you’d sooner shave your head before hooking up with Jun’s roommate for crying out loud. Sure, you started this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing one night when you were both a little too far gone, but you had other reasons for maintaining that relationship and not only because Jun was open to trying new things with you.

The little lightbulb in your brain flashes repeatedly and you think you may have the best idea you’ve ever thought of. Two birds, one stone. 

Or...two cocks, one...well, let’s just say the end goal shall be met.

“Jun,” You suddenly grasp his arms, “Let’s have a threesome.”

Jun’s jaw clenches shut and he looks down at you with a calculating gaze though with much less heat. Probably due to the fact that you had him literally by the balls a minute ago. “Why him?”

“Because he’s your friend, he gives me the impression that he’d be down, and he probably won’t tell anyone,” You reason and Jun listens with a straight face, “I’ll make this worth your while, I promise.”

It does mark off a few kinks you’ve both been tossing around and that reason alone is why Jun concedes, huffing out a long sigh and shaking his head. You squeal, pushing up on your toes to kiss him hotly on the mouth and it's enough for Jun to fall under your little spell, slipping his tongue past your lips like he hasn’t been fuming with jealousy for the past half hour.

Like he didn’t just agree to watch you hook up with his roommate of all people.

It’s hard to care when your lips detach from his and trail down his throat. Even harder when your fingers slip beneath his underwear. He groans when you wrap your hand around him lightly, teasing your thumb over the head of his cock.

“You’re evil,” He grunts when you giggle and give it a little squeeze.

“Mhm,” You smirk, abandoning him in favor of sinking lower and pulling his pants down around his thick thighs, “How long until he gets curious and checks on us?”

Jun buries his hand in your hair, taking back a little control, “Who knows? You’ll be too busy to notice though,” and with that he guides his length into your hot mouth. You sigh happily feeling the weight of him on your tongue.

Giving blow jobs has never been at the top of your to-do list until Jun because having a cock carelessly crammed down your throat sucks. No pun intended. 

Jun is different.

“Pretty baby,” He hums and strokes his thumb over your cheek with a grin, “Can’t take all of me but you look so good trying. You want me to fuck your mouth baby? Yeah, I know you do. I got you, hold my thighs.”

Jun is different because he’s a giver, even when he’s the one taking.

The praise goes straight to your pussy and your thighs flex on instinct making Jun chuckle because you know he was looking for it. He thrives on your physical and emotional reactions. To praise and command. He especially loves when he knows exactly what you want without asking.

Your body melts under his gaze, relaxing your jaw for him to push in and out at his leisure, fingers digging into his supple thighs when your throat constricts around his length. Your eyes close for only a moment but Jun’s tapping your cheek with his free hand and then sliding it into your hair as well, pulling you onto him instead of thrusting himself forward.

“There she is,” He grunts in pleasure, “You wanna touch yourself so bad, don’t you? Ah, Ah, don’t talk with your mouth full, baby.”

Slight chastisement but it feels right in the moment and you attempt to store that thought for later. Jun’s pace increases, his fingers tighten in your hair, and he doesn’t have to tell you to keep your eyes open because you wouldn’t miss the sight of Jun cumming in your mouth for anything in the world. He holds you still, head tipping back heavily on his shoulders until he’s fucked your throat raw and coated the back of it like an sore attempt to soothe the ache.

He pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, leaving you panting with the effort to regain oxygen. Jun leans down, your face between his big hands and he kisses the top of your head before pulling you back up and supporting your weight against his chest.

Jun was right when he said you wouldn’t even notice Mingyu’s arrival because he’s been standing in the doorway for the last three minutes, slack jawed with a semi-hard erection that he’s not prepared to explain.

“Yeah,” Jun laughs at his friend but he can’t take his eyes off you, “I can’t stop looking at her either but I already did something about it. Are you?”

Mingyu is so fucking aroused and confused. Nothing logically forms in his brain for a response and so he just stands there and says, “Huh?”

“I asked if you’re going to do something about the way you keep staring,” Jun clarifies, arms around your body, hands clasped comfortably at your lower back. “Don’t act like you haven’t been flirting with her all night.”

Your head is laid on his chest, turned to watch Mingyu’s every reaction, to read every transparent thought in his face.

“Is this a test?” Mingyu scrunches his face up, almost in pain. 

You look up at Jun for confirmation that this is still okay. That he is still okay with this because regardless of whether you’re ‘together’ or not, he’s still your friend and you won’t cross any boundaries that might hurt him in the end. This is meant to be mutually beneficial for all parties. 

He nods and unwraps his arms, letting you go over to Mingyu with a watchful eye.

You look up at the giant of a man, eyes round and fucked out, and he doesn’t stand a chance…

“Mingyu,” You grab a hold of his large hand between both of yours, “Think I can convince you to let me sit on that big cock of yours?”

The head rush that follows your words leaves Mingyu swaying in the doorway but he manages a ‘yeah, totally’ and you’re leading him back to the couch and pushing him against the cushions in no time. Jun follows behind, much slower as he tries to rationalize the irritatingly possessive thoughts that keep trying to slip through.

He clears his head with a shake and pushes off the counter.

You’re already on your knees between Mingyu’s legs stroking and suckling at the head of his cock to coax him to full hardness when he steps into the room. Mingyu’s a bit thicker where Jun has him beat in length but similarly, you won’t be taking either without some sort of prep.

Jun moves quietly as he comes up behind you and squats down closer to your height. He gathers your hair in one hand and pulls you up gently, kissing the side of your face, “Mingyu likes visuals,” He whispers loud enough for the other man to hear, “Stand up for me, baby.”

He helps you to your feet and Mingyu’s hand takes the place of your absent one, watching the pair of you closely. Jun lifts the hem of your shirt and tugs it over your head and onto the floor. His hands softly graze the bare skin of your back as he unclasps your bra and pushes it to the floor.

His lips move to the side of your throat and he kisses you tenderly as he reaches for the waistband of your joggers and underwear, pushing them down until they’re both pooled on the floor. Hands wrap around your naked body and you turn in Jun’s arms, his lips dipping to yours almost immediately.

Jun walks you over to the couch and pulls you into his lap, knees bracing his thighs. He keeps enough distance to slip a hand between you, coaxing his fingers through your warmth before dipping two inside. You mewl into his mouth, forehead dropping against his while he works you open, long fingers lighting your core on fire.

“This is what you wanted all along,” He smirks at the way your mouth pops open with a soft moan, “Attention. Mine. His. You just want to be put on display.”

“Want you to watch me,” You sigh, body twitching with an impending orgasm, “Want you to think about why you got so jealous of Mingyu in the first place.”

Mingyu huffs out a little laugh at your determination. The fact that you’re challenging Jun to measure out his feelings while he’s two knuckles deep in your pussy, stretching you out to fuck another man right in front of him. He’s not sure what the dynamics of your relationship involve but after this…he’s respectfully bowing out.

Key word, after. He’s already hard and incredibly invested. 

Jun’s jaw twitches at the comment and he flexes his digits, burying them deeper than before until you’re coming apart with a cry. Head lolling against his shoulder, you blink a few times, trying to rid the stars beneath your eyelids. Jun’s lips kiss the shell of your ear, “If you want me to watch,” He grunts, shifting you in his lap, “Then go put on a show.”

Moment of truth, you suppose.

You slowly climb off Jun’s lap and he moves to sit in a chair across from Mingyu who’s looking up at you, curious to see if you’ll still go through with it. You look over your shoulder and meet Jun’s eye, waiting one last time to see if he’ll change his mind but if anything, he looks smug, like you looking at him for permission is some sort of confirmation that you’ve also got something to confess.

You roll your eyes toward the ceiling where neither of them see it and straddle Mingyu’s lap, with quite a bit of effort, but the second you aim to brace yourself against his chest, Jun’s voice cuts into the silence, sounding more serious than ever and you freeze, “No touching.”

Jun loves to be touched. To have your hands all over his body, wrapped around his neck, his shoulders, braced against his warm chest when you ride him. For him to so adamantly forbid you to touch Mingyu…

Mingyu takes over, helping you adjust your position to get comfortable and he whispers to you over the soft sounds from the television, “So, you're using me to make Jun jealous?”

You meet his eyes honestly, “Yes and no. Do you want to stop?”

Mingyu looks at Jun over your shoulder and smirks, “Nah, I think it’s a great idea. He doesn’t even know what to do with himself right now. Hot and bothered, literally.”

“Are you going to fuck him or not, baby?” Jun huffs out in agitation, “I’m already bored.”

He’s actively trying to not be jealous now and that makes it all the more enticing to sink down on Mingyu’s cock, both of you groaning together in a way that conflicts Jun to no end. On one hand, you look and sound incredibly sexy and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by watching you. On the other hand, he so badly wants to be the one beneath you.

After a moment of accommodating a little extra girth you’re soon rolling your hips finding a rhythm that works for the both of you. You’re so good at first, keeping your hands on the back of the couch over his shoulders while his remain glued to your hips to keep you steady while you ride him.

That lasts all of... six minutes?

You can only take so much of Mingyu’s unabashed moaning and the way he thrusts up into you with desperation before you lose yourself in the moment, hands falling first to his shoulders. Jun remains patient, trying to focus on the way your body moves, on the delicate sounds pouring from your pretty lips. He wishes so badly to see your face but then your hands press against Mingyu’s chest and his tether strains all the more.

Eventually, one hand slips down against Mingyu’s flexed abdomen, your head tipping back in that telltale way that let’s Jun know you’re close but he can’t stand your hands on someone that’s not him. He grabs your shirt off the floor to use as a makeshift bind and pulls both arms behind your back, the sudden movement forcing you to look up at him in surprise.

“I told you,” He says in a low tone, “No touching.”

Still rolling your hips with Mingyu‘s strong hands keeping you in place, you drop your head back against Jun’s stomach, locking him in with hazy eyes while you take pleasure from another man.

In that moment, with you not taking your eyes off of him, he doesn’t even care. If feels like its more for him than anything else and he wraps one hand around your throat, keeping you still while Mingyu fucks into you from below, his tongue lavishing your exposed breasts until you’re nearly sobbing.

It’s filthier and far more erotic than you imagined it would be and when you come apart, staring into Jun’s eyes while Mingyu practically impales you on his cock, cumming hard and deep inside you, you’re pretty sure the earth tilts on it’s axis.

Jun’s hands are so soft, gently stroking your cheeks, your throat, the tops of your shoulders. “That’s my girl,” He whispers, ignoring his friend harshly panting in recovery, “My good baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all fucked out and full of cum. Gonna take good care of you.”

You’re dizzy with exhaustion, arousal, adoration? You’re not even sure if the words leaving your lips are coherent as Jun presses kisses to your skin, untying your shirt while Mingyu rubs soothing circles into your thighs. With two sets of hands, you’re lifted off Mingyu’s lap. You wince at the empty feeling but Jun immediately scoops you up without another word and carries you off to his bedroom.

Mingyu could figure his own shit out.

“You couldn’t wait... to whisk me away, huh?” You giggle tiredly, stretching your stiff limbs the second he lays you in his bed.

Jun rolls his eyes, stripping off his clothes in a millisecond before he’s in the bed with you, hovering over your naked body, your arms wrapped delicately around his neck and shoulders. “It was an experience and we experienced it,” He kisses you chastely, “Let’s never do it again.”

“You sound jealous,” You smirk as he frowns, yet laces your fingers together all the same.

“So what if I am?” He asks quietly, one hand stroking over your bare thigh under the covers, “Do you hate it?”

“Depends…” You play with his hair, “Is it because it’s me or do you just not like sharing your toys in general?”

“You’re only my toy when you beg me to use you like one,” He smarts, nipping at the soft skin of your throat, “What do you want to hear from me baby? That I’m yours? That I am whipped beyond belief? Obviously…since I’d rather punch a brick wall than watch you flirt with Mingyu but then agreed to watch you fuck him because you asked nicely. Maybe deep down, subconsciously, I have a big fat crush on you. What about it?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the look on his face, “Mmm,” You steal another kiss, and perhaps another after that, “Sounds like simp shit.”

Jun scoffs, laughing incredulously as he pushes your thighs apart, “I’ll show you simp shit.”

“Oh, my god!” You gasp out when he fills you once more, sensitivity sending an electric pulse through your body, “You wanna be my boyfriend so bad!”

“I think we’ve established that already!” He groans, smile hidden in your hair, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a point to prove.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” You drag your fingers through his hair, listening intently. 

He pulls back to smirk, “The fact that you wanna be my girlfriend even more.”

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[domjaehyun]

to all my followers who don’t want to see some ignorant, racist piece of shit get spoken to like they’re the stupidest person i’ve ever encountered, i would advise not reading below this read more.

the absolute hilarity of getting two incredibly weak and blatantly racist anons in my inbox yesterday (from the same person, because they love operating under the thought that i can’t tell when two messages come from the same person) and just getting blocked and ignored… then they got :((( upset because their little racist comments didn’t get the attention they wanted. so :o they came off anon !!!

and the blog in question is an empty fucking burner acc….except for one lone rb about NCT’s problematic behavior from 😮 a BTS stan acc….. okay, cool, great, makes total sense to me. perfectly logical argument, void of any flaws at all!

so, since you want attention so bad, here we go: you have sooooo much to say abt nct and you said not to deflect and you have a million and one reasons not to like them, right? but you’re reblogging from BTS stan accounts as if BTS are perfect angels, right? so if you have beef with NCT, why’d you feel the need to come at ME and call me literal slurs….? because you’re so against racism? “racism bad but it’s justifiable when i have an issue with you” …do you see how stupid you sound? how you invalidated your own argument immediately?

also, fun fact—as soon as you jump to racism, you lose any credibility you may have had. because you had nothing valid to say. and you got yourself so worked up about the fact that i am black and unbothered by your idiocy. that your sad little excuse for a brain blanked and all you could come up with was “hurr durr youre black (derogatory)” as if i wasn’t fully cognizant of this… and as if black was an insult…. which, again, is racist. so a racist coming at a black person in the name of “anti-racism” …class, do we see the hypocrisy in the statement?

also? just because i don’t post my opinions publicly for thousands of followers to see, doesn’t mean i don’t have my opinions in private. you, nor anyone else on this blog, have any entitlement to my opinions. i tell you what i want to, and you have no choice but to go grasping for straws to formulate an argument you have no concrete evidence for.

i have never once in my life OR my time on this blog ever defended ANY kpop idol for ANYTHING they’ve done. ever. so if you think that i am responsible for your lack of reading comprehension and critical thinking, you are sorely mistaken. as people like you have made abundantly clear, there is literally not a single social space on this planet where black people—specifically black women—can enjoy themselves in peace and not be subjected to misogynoir. i am allowed to enjoy things and not agree with things people have done.

so, ykw? i’m curious now. if you say NCT is a bad group to stan for black people or whatever, who SHOULD i stan? hm? doesn’t even have to be kpop!! this is YOUR open opportunity for promoting any entirely UNPROBLEMATIC spaces. that would mean the artist or franchise itself and any celebrities involved have never said or done ANYTHING bigoted. that would mean that not a single person in that fanbase has ever said or done ANYTHING problematic in the history of EVER. if you can name some things you think my time would be better spent stanning or supporting, hit me up with a list :) i even left you unblocked so you can say your piece!

however, if you name any franchise/artist and i look them up and find any instance of problematic behavior (from them OR their fanbase), your argument is moot immediately. which means that You Can’t Support Them, Either! which means that you, and i, and eeeeeeeveryone in the world can’t support anything with problematic behavior ever. so we’re gonna have to sit in our houses and twiddle our thumbs and watch paint dry 😍 how fun omg i’m so excited 😍

something i also find interesting is that at no point in my argument here, or at any point on my blog, have i ever fixed my mouth to defend any idol for anything they’ve done. this whole time i’ve been talking at you and being the absolute angel that i am and giving you the attention you want so so so desperately, i have defended myself.

also, babe, if you’re so committed to your lil movement you’ve got going on, go ahead and go find Every Single NCT Blog on this app and go tell them every complaint you’ve brought up to me. reminder, though, that you can’t call white people who follow NCT slurs like you did to me bc they don’t have any slurs :/ so you’re gonna have to get really creative if you wanna bring them the same energy you brought me, because you won’t have the weapon of racism to use against them :/// zoinks :/// let me know how that goes for you!!

i’m realizing now that from the second anon you sent me last night, you aren’t really very intelligent, are you? :( you couldn’t string together a coherent sentence or argument in that message to save your life 😬 so i’m worried now that you might not be able to read any of this, because it seems to be above your intellectual…pay grade, if you will.

so i’ll try and sum it up so even people with the basest level of human intelligence, like you, can understand too!

you: racism bad!! nct bad!! i hate racism and NCT because i hate racism!! so i’m going to fight against racism by being racist!!!

me: if i agree with you that “racism bad” and i decide to stop stanning problematic people ever ever again, can you let me know who you think is entirely unproblematic? both the franchise/artist and their fanbase?

does that make sense, dear? do you understand the question i am asking? if you’re so against racism and the like, which you should be!! good for you!! and you’re clearly so invested in educating me—because that’s what this is, right? 🥺 an attempt to educate me? 🥺 and not just blatantly hypocritical harassment with no basis? 🥺—then help me out, babe! let me know 🥺 i wanna be just like you!! i wanna be 100% perfect and unproblematic entirely !!! just like you!!! surely you can help me do better, right? 🥺

anyway, i don’t have much else to say to you :p let me know if anything here didn’t quite make sense for the fragment of a braincell you have to work with. maybe i can draw you a helpful picture! or speak to you like you’re the literal toddlers i used to work with! let me know, though, because they’re a pretty bright age range, so you might need me to lower the threshold of intelligence a lil more.

so, go ahead, @anaffae !! i look forward to hearing your oh, so wise response!! since you're so dedicated to your message, i'm giving you an open opportunity to speak your piece!! remember though, if you at any point stoop to racism or bigotry in your response, your point is immediately moot. if you at any point make an assumption or incorrect statement about me, proving you haven't done any research about me, your point is immediately moot. if i find any logical fallacies in your argument, your point is immediately moot.

so go, babe! you've got the floor :) good luck !! if i'm feeling helpful, i might even grade your response with a red pen like a teacher so whenever you bring this to the next person, you'll at least make sense and not look as downright insipid as you do.

resources you may find helpful are spell check, grammarly (though even that makes mistakes sometimes), the english dictionary, and google for your linguistic concerns.

[recreancyrpg]

There are several cis fcs you could have chosen rather than allow the opportunity to erase Jessie Mei Li - or anyone else's - identity. Just because there have been few and far between opportunities for enbys to play roles where their gender identity is acknowledged (and respected) in film/tv doesn't mean that in a community like this you should be following a flawed example.

(Cont.) It isn't as revolutionary as you think it is to ignore someone's preference of pronouns and identity when it comes to the rpc, and with due respect, if you're both cis then this also isn't your place to decide. It speaks volumes to you as individuals if you cannot understand the importance of not erasing something which costs you nothing to ensure.

(Cont.) Your point is moot - there are no shortage of cis roles in tv/film & certainly no shortage of people who will happily write a dozen cis characters, so I wouldn't call it 'freedom' to allow non cis fcs to be disrespected and their identities erased in a community where you very literally have all the power to ensure that does not happen. .

Anon, firstly, we hear you. Our first reaction to this was we get where this is coming from, especially in the Harry Potter community where the author has betrayed us all greatly. This was despite the hurt that your messages gave us, particularly the name-calling of our character. However, we aren’t going to make changes and here is why:

We want to first state for the record that none of our current character bios have set genders. Any and all genders (and pronouns) are welcome for ANY characters. The last time we ran a game together, we had a broad and beautiful spectrum of queer and genderqueer characters and players, and we dearly hope to cultivate the same environment here. 

After these anons, we reached out to some of our nb players from the last game (some of whom are planning to apply for this one). According to our old players, they feel as though we followed what the actor themself, Jessie, identifies. And, by allowing all our characters to be trans or nb (yes, even someone like Lily Evans or Remus Lupin, who was trans in our last game) we are opening the stage for all sort of genders within our game.

We value Jessie as a person and will not be forced or coerced to remove a nonbinary faceclaim from our game so someone else can police their gender, nor into ignoring an actor's stated identity or otherwise restricting the use of nonbinary faceclaims in this game either in general or in specific. This is Jessie Mei Li’s gender identity described in their own words:

"I was thinking, 'Well, am I completely non-binary? What am I?' And I realized, actually I am who I am. I'm first and foremost, just a human being who likes what I like. I am also a woman, and that's how the world has viewed me the majority of my life. I'm proud of that as well, and I can identify with both those things." ... "I think that's the thing with your pronouns and gender identity, you can just be who you are. That was so freeing to me to understand that I could have multiple pronouns and some friends will refer to me as they, and some will refer to me as she, and that's okay ... I'm proud to be gender nonconforming." [source/source] 

The way Jessie talks about their gender means a lot to me. While Admin Karli is cis, I am not. Like Jessie, my gender identity is not something that fits into any neat box but it definitely isn’t cis, and I have also used she, they, and other gender-neutral pronouns in my search for where I do fit. Frankly, I feel very personally seen by the way Jessie talks about her/their gender, and I know I’m not the only one. Due to my own gender exploration and how it aligns similarly with Jessie's, I also find that I have strong feelings about limiting the roles available for this face claim.

If you - or anyone - would like to apply for Marlene as a nonbinary character, that would be WONDERFUL. If anyone would like to apply for any of our characters as a nonbinary (or otherwise gender-nonconforming) person, that would also be wonderful! That's actually one of the reasons why we did choose a nonbinary actor for one of our first round character faceclaims: because we wanted to encourage people - whether in the case of Marlene specifically or not - to think outside the cisgender binary. (Also, we just think Jessie is a delight as both a person and a performer and is perfect for the character.) But we aren't going to restrict Marlene's character to one specific gender any more than we have any of our other characters, or otherwise turn either Marlene or Jessie into some kind of “token."

So yes, we are allowing flexibility for this particular faceclaim (and all FCs) - based on the actor’s own preferences and statements. Jessie has also taken several roles since coming out that show they’re open to playing both nb and cis characters so we doubt they’d have a problem with us fancasting them for this character, whatever Marlene’s gender turns out to be. Frankly we hope to have as many trans and nonbinary characters (and players!) in our game as possible. Limiting trans or nonbinary characters to simply Marlene would be far too narrow. And we want to say again: any character’s faceclaim can be changed and gender in their bio is not set.

We will also not be responding further on this topic on anon. If anyone has questions or concerns on this matter, you are welcome to message us directly. But I want all our potential players to know: we are virulently pro-queer here.

-Admin Nicky (and Karli)

[ectolights]

Haunting Questions

Happy Holiday Truce @rebel-skull! Sorry I’m skating right up against the deadline. This holiday season got busier than I expected.

Thank you for letting me change the prompt a little! This is a DP/Buzzfeed Unsolved crossover fic with a side of Demon Shane. (Read it on AO3 | FFN)

Thanks also to the ever wonderful @oboenotclarinet for your help when I got stuck. I’d be a mess with out you <3

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Maddie attacked the living room with the rare intention of making it look somewhat presentable, for the equally rare occasion of guests coming over. The scorch marks on the wall from the ectopus incident last month she could, unfortunately, do nothing about, but maybe the lime green stains on the couch could still be scrubbed out.

“Danny! Come help me clean up! Our guests will be here soon!”

“Why can’t Jazz do it?” Danny’s automatic response to housework rang out from upstairs, in the direction of his room. Maddie eyed the stain on the couch critically. It’d probably take more than Incredible and elbow grease to get this one out.

“Also, what guests? We literally never have anyone over. Are you actually cleaning?” Danny plodded down the stairs, stopping on the bottom step with his arms draped over the railing. He quirked his eyebrow at his mother in inquiry.

Maddie walked over to the closet with the cleaning supplies, responding over her shoulder, “Jazz is out with her friends, she’ll be back just before the guests arrive—yes, she does have friends, don’t give me that, young man—and I need you to help me tidy up because we were contacted by a team of professional ghost hunters, to be interviewed for their show. Isn’t that exciting! We’ll have the opportunity to share our knowledge about ghosts and ghost hunting with viewers all across the country!” She rifled through the haphazard piles in the closet, searching for the Fenton Foaming Cleaner that would surely (hopefully) remove the sickly splotch on the couch.

Danny moved from the base of the stairs to flop down on the armchair, helpful as ever. The raised eyebrow never faltered as Maddie made her way back to the offending couch, spray bottle prize in hand. “They don’t sound all that professional if they have a tv show. Most of those shows are just a bunch of fancy tricks, you know. Are you sure these guys are for real?”

Maddie spared a glance in her son’s direction, to where he lay sprawled across the chair, one leg carelessly thrown over an arm. She turned back to the stain and spritzed it with the cleaner. “They’re from a company in Los Angeles, called Buzzfeed. They were nothing but professional when I spoke to the representative on the phone.” The stain began to bubble green, an acrid aroma piercing the air. She hummed in concern. It wasn’t supposed to do that. Hopefully that meant it was working.

“Oh wow, that’s a real vote of confidence. Mom, Buzzfeed is like, ‘what pizza you are based on your favorite color,’ or ‘we tried being hipsters for a day,’ they’re an entertainment company. The last thing they are is professional ghost hunters.” Of course, this would probably work in Danny’s favor more than if they were actual ghost hunters, but, well. No one needed to know that.

Maddie paused from her observation of the science experiment that was the couch and met Danny’s raised eyebrow with one of her own. “Even so, sweetie, they’ve offered to pay for this interview and they’re already on their way here. Besides, even if they are a little… new, to the ghost hunting world, then it’s just an even better opportunity to get the word out there! We can outfit them with proper ghost hunting equipment and make sure they’re equipped to handle all the standard ghostly threats. Your father will certainly be excited to show them all his latest inventions!” Her trademark optimism could rival even Pamela Manson’s, and at times Danny questioned how anyone could have that positive of an outlook, even about things like phony ghost hunters coming for a flipping tv show. Still, there was clearly nothing to be done about it now, so Danny figured he might as well brace himself for the inevitable catastrophe.

As Maddie returned her attention to the couch, concerned frown deepening at what she finally decided was a lost cause, she opted to wipe away what was left of the “cleaner” and cover the whole couch with a long, wide throw blanket. That would at least hide the hole that the Fenton Foaming Cleaner had eaten into the cushion. Better than nothing, she supposed. “Now then, Danny, if you’re done griping about people sharing our passion, then you can get your dirty shoes off the arm of the chair and help me dust the living room. They’ll be here soon, and I want the house to be somewhat presentable. Once Jazz comes home we’ll get your father out of the lab and we can all be here for the interview. It’ll be so exciting!”

Danny huffed and reluctantly got to work. “Still think this is a dumb idea,” he mumbled under his breath. His mother rolled her eyes and didn’t comment.

When Jazz came home a little while later she revealed to Danny she had known about this interview for a few days, but after having looked up the show she’d deemed it a non-threat. She explained she was under the assumption Danny knew about the upcoming interview as well, so she didn’t think to tell him. They both supposed their parents had simply had it slip their minds—not an unusual occurrence. Besides, it was a moot point now; the tv people would be here any minute.

“Alright, kids, I’ll make sure your father has kept the lab in one piece and get him to join us before they arrive. Danny, you’re on door duty. Don’t let your father get close enough to threaten them with the Fenton Bazooka. We don’t need a repeat of last time,” this last part was said under Maddie’s breath as she headed to the lab door in the kitchen. Jazz and Danny exchanged a knowing look.

When the doorbell finally did ring, Jazz perched neatly on the chair, Jack and Maddie came running into the room (“Ghost!” “No, Jack, ghosts don’t use the front door, we’ve talked about this Sweetie.”) and Danny opened the front door, pained smile already in place. He was met by two young-ish guys—or, more accurately, a guy and a tree with legs—who both looked very out of place in a town where ghost attacks came on the news as often as the weather. The shorter, more average looking of the two had a bright smile on his face, and the guy with trees for legs (Seriously, how was he so tall?) had his hands in his pockets and a laidback grin.

As soon as Danny laid eyes on the taller one, his smile fell from his face.

There was no way this guy was human.

“Hi! I’m Ryan Bergara, and this is my co-host, Shane Madej. Our cameraman Mark is grabbing the equipment out of the car. We’re the guys from Buzzfeed Unsolved; we’re supposed to interview the local ghost hunters. This is the Fenton residence, correct?” The shorter guy—Ryan, apparently—bounced a little on his toes.

“Well I should hope so Ryan, they have a giant neon sign,” Shane grinned, earning him a lighthearted jab to the ribs from Ryan. Danny narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, of course, welcome!” Maddie came up behind Danny, and he stepped to the side grudgingly as his mother continued, “Please come in and sit down, we’re very excited to have you here. I’m Maddie, and this is my husband Jack and our kids Jazz and Danny. We’ve been looking forward to this ever since you contacted us! It’s a thrilling opportunity.” She led them into the living room, not noticing Danny’s sudden change in attitude. As soon as Shane stepped over the threshold, the electric ice that usually accompanied Danny’s ghost sense washed down his spine—but his ghost sense hadn’t actually gone off. He’d know if it had. This guy was giving him major danger vibes, but he clearly wasn’t a ghost. Danny swallowed the growl that was building in his chest.

Maddie continued welcoming them, unperturbed.

“I always love meeting fellow ghost hunters!” Jack announced in his usual booming fashion. “Always good to see more folks interested in this perilous profession! You can never have too many people fighting back against the threat of those putrid ectoplasmic post-human manifestations.”

Ryan faltered, his smile wavering. “What? I don’t… Fighting? What do you mean, fighting?”

Maddie’s brows creased. “Well, you’re ghost hunters, right? Surely you know that all ghosts are the evil incarnations of human imprints, driven by obsessions to violence and chaos. They have to be dealt with to protect people.”

Based on the gobsmacked expressions on the two purported ghost hunter’s faces, they hadn’t exactly expected this answer.

“So I take it you definitely believe in ghosts, then.”

A brief moment of stunned silence followed Shane’s statement, even Jack temporarily lost for words. “Well of course ghosts are real, that’s ridiculous!” Jack exclaimed once he recovered. “They attack the city practically every week! We Fentons have developed the most advanced ecto-technology capable of harming and containing ghosts. We’ve been studying ghosts for years!”

In what to Danny was a clear effort to ward off one of their father’s ghost rants, Jazz asked, “You’ve been doing this show for a while, correct? You must have fought a ghost before, or at least encountered one?”

“Well, no, we’ve never seen a ghost, or any paranormal creature. We always look for evidence, but we almost never find anything that counts as compelling.”

Ryan, still stunned, held up his hands. “O-okay. Hold on. This is… this is a lot. Why don’t we uh, why don’t we set up for the interview, and then we can continue this conversation while we’re recording, so we don’t have to repeat anything? It’ll be more genuine that way.”

While the Buzzfeed guys, now including their cameraman, set up for the interview, the Fenton parents whispered to each other in heated sounding tones, presumably still baffled by the lack of proper hunting knowledge. Jazz came over to stand by Danny, who (despite the strange turn the afternoon had already taken) hadn’t taken his eyes off Shane. The longer he was in his house the more Danny felt the urge to fight. Jazz didn’t seem to notice her brother’s weird mood, instead commenting, “Well I guess they’re just yet more phonies, huh?”

“No.”

“What?” She sounded taken aback.

“The taller one. Shane. He’s not human. I don’t think he’s a ghost either, he didn’t set my ghost sense of properly, but he’s definitely something. And he’s powerful, too. He gives me a really bad feeling.”

Okay, Jazz was definitely worried now. “Well what are we going to do about it? Is he a threat? Should I call Sam and Tucker?”

“No, I don’t think they’ll be able to help. I don’t think I could take him. I don’t know how to explain it, but I can just sense that he’s too much for me, even with help. I don’t like it.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Besides, he hasn’t actively made any threats yet. For now, we just keep an eye out. If it goes bad, I’ll deal with it while you get Mom and Dad out. Hopefully it won’t come to that.”

Jazz glanced between Shane and Danny, pensive. “Okay, but… please be careful.”

Danny spared his sister a brief look. “I’ll try.”

There wasn’t much they could do but act normal and hope for the best, so once everything was set up and the cameras were ready to roll, Shane and Ryan sat on the recently-blanket-covered couch across from Jack and Maddie, who were each in an armchair. Jazz and Danny perched on the loveseat, out of frame and on edge.

Ryan worked quickly through his usual introduction and explanation, eager to get to the meat of the situation.

“So Drs. Fenton, what can you tell us about Amity Park as a haunted location?”

“Well,” Maddie began, “The ghosts started appearing frequently about a year and a half ago, coming from the Ghost Zone into our world and attacking people. They generally cause havoc a couple times a week, destroying property and attempting to injure people. They fight amongst themselves as often as they terrorize average citizens, being the violence-driven creatures they are.”

“Wow, there’s… a lot to unpack there. What is the Ghost Zone?”

“That’s where the ghosts come from!” Jack chimed in. “They need ectoplasm to survive, since that’s what they’re made up of, so they go back to the Ghost Zone when they get weak.”

“So I take it ghosts can be seen to the average eye, then?” Ryan asked.

“Well of course they can! All ghosts can make themselves invisible, but their default state is in the human field of vision. All ghosts are typically tangible, unless actively using their powers of intangibility, and they seem to stay hovering or flying unless deliberately doing otherwise. Most ghosts have offensive powers as well, such as ectoplasmic blasts and elemental attacks, but the weakest ones don’t maintain a consistent form and don’t display anything beyond the basic capabilities,” Maddie explained.

“Wow,” Ryan said, “I had no idea ghosts were so… present. I thought they were, like, barely able to move pencils or turn on flashlights.”

“Nonsense,” Jack declared, “Ghosts are a very serious threat and can cause a lot more harm than turning on the lights!”

Shane leaned forward, hands clasped over his knees. “So ghosts can hurt people? And they do it actively? So much for Casper the Friendly Ghost.”

Maddie waved a hand, nonchalant. “Oh yes, all ghosts are driven by malice; their base instinct is to turn to violence. They’ll just as soon attack each other as they will a human. That’s why it’s crucial to make sure you always have the proper weaponry to defend yourself.”

“What kind of weapons? Like salt and holy water?” Ryan asked, hopeful to at least have gotten one thing right about ghosts.

“Of course not! A little saltwater isn’t going to do anything against a grisly ghoul! That’s why we have these bad boys,” Jack sprung up from his seat, pulling out an ectogun from seemingly nowhere and brandishing it in front of the two guests. They leaned back quickly in response, startled. Mark, from behind the camera, watched nervously, and Jazz put her head in her palm. Danny grimaced.

“This here is a state-of-the-art Fenton brand ectogun, designed and built by yours truly. It uses ecto energy to fight ghost fire with ghost fire. Nothing on Earth is more effective at takin’ down those scary spooks!”

“Alright, Dear, let’s maybe put the gun down; I think it’s making our guests just a little uncomfortable. I’m sure they can admire it just fine from the coffee table.” Maddie stood and placed her hand gently on Jack’s arm, lowering it and deftly taking the gun from his hands. She set it on the table and smiled apologetically at the men on the couch. “I’m sorry, Jack can get a little… enthusiastic. But it’s not to worry, ectoguns can’t hurt humans. They’re designed specifically to target the unique energy that constitutes ghosts; the most even our larger guns would do to humans is knock the wind out briefly.” She encouraged Jack to sit back down, and returned to her own seat.

It may have been Danny’s imagination, but he could have sworn Shane slid further away from where the gun rested innocently between them.

“…Okay, so you use actual weapons to fight ghosts. Cool. Uh… where do you find ghosts? You said something about them going to and from the—Ghost Zone, correct?—so I assume they aren’t bound to one place like in most tales about them,” Ryan said, attempting to brush off any lingering awkwardness from Jack’s well-meaning outburst.

At this, Jack brightened up considerably and said, “We use the Fenton Finder! Ghosts all have an ectosignature, so we use those to detect when they’re nearby, like radar! Even if they’re invisible, this puppy can find a ghost on the other side of the city.” He beamed proudly, and Maddie gave her husband an endearing smile.

Shane perked up once again, absently picking at the threads on the edge of the hole Maddie had attempted to conceal. “So you’re saying this finder-thing makes it impossible for ghosts to hide?”

Danny had a bad feeling about this.

“That’s right! We’d know a ghost was near long before it had the chance to get the drop on us.”

Ryan asked, “Does it work on other creatures, too? Like demons, for instance?”

Maddie laughed, “Don’t be silly! Demons don’t exist. Everything that people think they see is usually some form of ghost. There’s a vast spectrum of forms a ghost can take.”

Shane nudged Ryan. “See Ry, I told you demons weren’t real! You’ve been getting so worked up about nothing. Annabelle’s got nothing on these ghosts we’re learning about.”

Danny tuned out Ryan’s spluttered denials and defenses as he came to a worrying suspicion. Shane wasn’t a ghost—even if he had been a half-ghost, Danny would have been able to tell. But he wasn’t human either; the moment he first saw him he just knew. But if he wasn’t a ghost and he wasn’t human… then he had to be something else entirely. Danny had never encountered anything else, but if his own existence proved anything, it was that he couldn’t jump to conclusions about what did and did not exist.

Shane didn’t seem to believe in any of this stuff, even if he was currently going along with the ghost thing (Danny felt pretty sure that was just out of politeness to his parents, based on the faces Shane had been making and the near-constant laughter he appeared to be fighting). But Danny knew from experience how helpful putting on a persona could be. He couldn’t assume anything about this guy.

(Ryan seemed pretty safe. He didn’t seem to share any hidden glances or take any second meaning from his friend’s actions. He was probably in the dark.)

So if Shane was something else…

Danny was suddenly very worried he perhaps knew what that ‘else’ might truly be.

“…so ghosts have different power levels,” His mother was saying as Danny brought himself back to the events at hand, “and that determines how difficult it is to defeat.”

“So you can’t purposefully antagonize anything while we’re here, Shane,” Ryan said, giving his friend a stern eye. “I am not going to be the one to tell Sara you got yourself murked by the undead.”

“I don’t know,” Shane replied, “Could be fun to fistfight a ghost. A good old-fashioned brawl.” He turned with a Cheshire grin and stared straight at Danny, too-dark eyes glittering.

Yeah, this definitely wasn’t good.

[deerixiie]

APPRECIATION POST!!

june 29th, or a little more that 6 months ago i posted my first fic. that was honestly the best decision of my life because tho tumblr is a hellsite it’s a hellsite that got me through a hellish year. i just want to come out and express my extreme gratitude for all of the people who have gotten me through 2020.

my followers. i remember when i first hit 100 and i was so excited bc 100 ppl in the world actually appreciated my writing enough to follow me...and then more of you guys started coming and sent sweet asks and suddenly i felt so loved 🥺 i didn’t expect to gain the following i did on this hellsite but i did and i love you guys so much :( thank u so much for being here through it all and making this year so much better!!

character anons/other anons; i know i don’t have much and not all of u are active but you!!! you guys are the bestest people on earth!!! shoyo, haji, yams, and all my noya anons,,, i love u guys sm. seeing you in my inbox made me so happy and i loved interacting w you 🥺💗 i hope you guys have an amazing new year and i hope you can talk more soon!! same goes for my other anons, 💜, 🍁, iara, and all the other anons that have send me asks, i love you guys so much!! getting anons and asks was something that made me feel so appreciated and important and seeing your asks always made my day!! ily guys <3

@sa-suga, @neonghxst, @sanso, @starrysamu, @stelleum, @myelocin, and a whole bunch of others writers; you are the most amazing people on the planet. writing on a site like this that gives little to no appreciation is so amazing of you :( your fics have made me smile, laugh, cry, and even grow as a person and i’m so grateful for that! bc of u i was able to distract myself from all the crappy things that happened this year. ily guys so much!

and now, my mutuals!!

@hajiimes; cola i will always always start with you. my closest friend, writing genius, someone i can bounce ideas off of, ask for help, watch movies with, voice call for hours with, and simp over characters with. getting close with you was one of the best things of this year and i really appreciate you for it. its really refreshing to have such a close friend i can really turn to and talk to about stuff that’s bothering me and i know i do it a lot and i’m a terrible friend sometimes but you’re always there for me :( and yeah we tease each other a lot and you’re honestly so annoying sometimes but yeah it’s fun and i love you so <3 STOP MAKING BREAKUP PLAYLISTS OKAY IM SORRY

@sugakuns + @suikazura + @kageyuji + @miyasangel + @giorvanna + @sophiawithstars + @hajiimes; i literally could not have gotten through 2020 without dinonet. it’s the first discord server and probably only discord server that i’ve really felt at home in because you all are so accepting and sweet. your support and love and kindness have gotten me past this year. i’ve been able to laugh and scream and vent and word vomit and be myself because of you all and i’m so appreciative of that. i cant wait for an entire new year with you all, ilysm!

@mehreya; you changed your url and i freaked tf out but ANYWAYS HEYYY~ rae i literally. i literally love you so much like. where would i be without you? you’re so welcoming and comforting and i love you so much :( if there’s anyone i’d share a deformed braincell with, it’s with you!! i feel like i can relate to you?? so much?? i literally keysmash in your inbox sending like 12 messages and i don’t have to worry about you getting upset because you do the same thing right back. we share really similar interests and you’re so compassionate and sweet and ugh i’m gna cry ily

@suikazura; bae i. how do i even say this. you’re literally the kindest, sexiest, funniest, loveliest person i’ve ever met. when i had a really bad day and broke down you were there to hype me up and tell me such wonderful things that i still think about all the time. you wrote a poem comparing me to the sun. ME?? THE SUN?? sui i don’t even know where to go with this ive never had someone do that for me and you doing that just makes me tear up and i’m tearing up writing this- and i love your humor so much despite the fact that it haunts me to this day and your art is so pretty and i could look at it for hours. like man i can’t believe someone like you exists i don’t deserve you at ALL. ilysm bubs

@cavalree; AZZIE WE HAVENT EVEN TALKED THAT MUCH BUT OUR CONVERSATION YESTERDAY WAS >>> THIS IS ME SAYING WE SHOULD TALK MORE WE HAVE A LOT IN COMMON

@fairyoomi + @luvromis + @rilacry; we’ve been moots for So Long but i have no idea what to talk about w u so i get intimidated and don’t talk :( ily guys so much though, you’re really sweet and kind and your humor is literally top tier. this is so weird to say but reading ur self-ship posts makes me so happy bc i feel like i can be open about my self-ship too,, it rlly comforts me and makes me feel loved hehe. i miss talking to u guys even though it was barely anything and i rlly hope 2021 is the year we get closer!!

@sophiashortcake + @star-puff + @kurooskult; we’ve recently become mutuals but i love your vibes!! i really hope i get to interact with you more next year so we can become closer <3

@bunx; BIG SIS!! literally i feel so bad for not talking to u because you’re literally the blueprint :( i just don’t know what to talk about and then get all freaked out XBSKSJD i’ve stared at your disc so many times debating what to say cbsjs but anyway thank you so much for being here from the beginning! i know for a fact ill wouldnt be where i am today w/out u 🥺 ilysm bubs

other moots that made this year so much more beautiful i want to get closer too!: @haikoo, @4fterh0urs, @run-004, @sugasugawarau, @s4ijoh, @gg9183, @baeshijima 🥺💗💗, @kozu-mei , @kaguol ily all so so much, you all are such amazing ppl and i hope we get to talk more!!

[alovesongshewrote]

Hiiii idk if you’re taking requests or anything rn but!! My birthday is coming up in a few days and I wanted to ask if you could do a cute one shot with douxie celebrating his witch gf’s birthday 🥺 pls don’t feel obligated!!! I just love your writing SM hehe ❤️

BIRTH(Day) | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader

Plot:  Your friends tried their best, and you had to give them that.  Besides, fire was your thing!

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings:  Pyromania

A/N:  Happy birthday anon!  Hope you enjoy this!  Also, fun fact, on my seventeenth birthday i got hit by a car, rip :/

Tag List: @furblrwurblr

“Wizard Dad, is the Witcher distracted?  Over,”

“War hammer, the Witcher is very distracted, are you sure this was a good idea?”

“Absolutely, don’t let her know what’s going on!  Over!”

Douxie sighed, “Over,”

The plan was pretty simple.  He was supposed to keep you distracted while the guardians of Arcadia set up a surprise party in your apartment.  He could only hope that things were going well on their end because distracting you was more difficult than it seemed.

But he’d managed!

You were now helping him fight off at least twenty shadow mephits, and you were not at all focused on the fact that it was your birthday.  

He wasn’t sure how it had happened.  You’d been walking through Arcadia, just vibing, when suddenly, mephits.  Douxie didn’t know if that was inconvenient or not.  On one hand, it was a distraction that he didn’t have to put any effort into.  On the other hand, you both had to wrangle the mephits.  It was, in his opinion, a draw.

“Douxie!  A little help please!?”

“I’m on it!”  

He blasted a few of the mephits away from you before rushing to your side.  You kicked one of them in the face before spinning around and firing a spell at two more.

“There’s too many of them, do you have a plan?”

He did have a plan, but that plan involved coming out of this unharmed and getting you back to the apartment.  It was not useful against shadow mephits.

“No, just keep fighting,”

You did for a few moments more before you remembered the can of hairspray and the lighter at the bottom of your bag.  Why did you have those things on your person at all times?  For situations like this, of course.  You were actually a little disappointed that you hadn’t thought of this earlier.

“Cover me!”

“Wait, (Y/N), what are you doing!?”

“Just trust me!”  you yelled, diving for your bag and digging through it.

Douxie covered for you to the best of his ability, but he was one wizard, and there were way more than twenty mephits now.  This was no longer a draw between inconvenient and otherwise, it was straight up not a good time.  He was seriously wondering what ancient deity he had pissed off to have this as a distraction, or what deity you had pissed off to have this happen on your birthday.  It could have been puppies.  There could have been puppies in the road for you to gawk at and play with, but no.  Some god out there had decided on shadow mephits.

One of the creatures jumped at you, but before Douxie had a chance to call out a warning, you spun around setting the thing on fire.  The wizard was pleasantly surprised by this, although he was a bit concerned by the fact that you had the tools to craft a flamethrower on your person.  Did you carry those on you all the time, or-?

You carried them on you all the time.  Aside from joining to form a successful flamethrower, hairspray and lighters were just important tools to have on hand.  You only used them to build flamethrowers though.

“Doux, watch out!”  The wizard jumped out of the way as you turned the flames in his direction, singing the edges of his hoodie and setting the mephits around him ablaze.

You cackled with utter glee as you set fire to the world around you.  To a bystander, it would be concerning, but you were having the time of your life, and Douxie was used to this.  He was actually more than used to it.  He’d been dating you for years, this is what he’d fallen in love with.

The fire jumped around you, seeming more alive than any other fire on the planet.  It moved almost at your command and burned brighter and longer around you.  It didn’t take Douxie too long to figure out that this wasn’t regular fire.  It was magic fire.

When you were done, you set fire to the sky for a moment, laughing still as the flames continued their dance above you.  And then, you were done.

With the mephits defeated and the fire out, you tossed the hairspray and lighter back into your bag and calmly walked over to Douxie, kissing him on the cheek, “That was the best birthday present ever.  Thank you, babe!”

You sounded so sweet, and not at all like a woman who had just set fire to a bunch of monsters.    

It was pretty hot.

You made your way back to your bag, making sure everything was in its place before zipping it up.  Out of earshot, Douxie spoke to someone you couldn’t have seen even if you were looking.

“Wizard Dad, we’re in the clear, send in the Witcher, over,”

“Perfect timing, Toby,”

“War Hammer!”

“Yes!  Right, sorry,”

“Who were you talking to?”

Douxie nearly jumped out of his skin, “Nothing!  No one!  Come on, love, let’s go home,”

“Aight.  Are you okay?”

“Yes, darling, never better,”

You bit your lip, looking at the singed edges of his hoodie, “Cool beans.  Let’s get gone,”

He smiled at you as you spun around, heading in the direction of your home.  

To anyone else, it might just be a regular apartment, but to Douxie, and to you, it was everything.  It was a place where safety was confirmed, where the two of you could be yourselves and just exist without the pressures of being known by anyone but each other.  And Archie.  Douxie loved living with you, spending time with you, all of it.  Even if some of the towels were singed, he wouldn’t want to live with anyone else.

“Douxie?  You sure you’re good, babe?”

The wizard smiled at you, “I’m more than okay, I promise,”

“Then come on,” you grabbed his hand, “Let’s go,”

Douxie was glad to follow you home.

He was less glad to open the door to your apartment to see a bit more than the towels singed.

“Oh, fuzzbuckets,”

“What?  I didn’t do this?”  you entered your apartment, trying to figure out who burned literally everything in your home if it wasn’t you.

“SURPRISE!!!!”

“OH MY GOD!!!”  you screamed, flinging your bag in self defense.  It hit Krel, knocking him out even though it didn’t hit his head.  You weren’t sure how that happened, but there was no time to think about that.  At the moment you were focused on the faces of your very embarrassed friends, trolls, aliens, changelings and humans, all of whom were probably responsible for burning everything in your apartment.

And it wasn’t only burnt.  Behind them, a white banner hung on the wall, the word, “BIRTH” was written on it in large red letters.  Someone had thrown glitter at the sign in an attempt to make it better.  The glitter, however, had not stuck to the banner, instead, it coated everything in your apartment.  You were pretty sure there was frosting on your ceiling.

“Happy birthday?”

“Aww, you guys!’  You exclaimed, looking around your apartment, relishing in the chaos, “Thank you so much!”

They all visibly relaxed, thankful that you weren’t mad about the mess.  But why would you be?  You were a witch, you could clean it.  Also, fire was your thing.  You were fine with a little soot.

Your eyes were wide as you took it all in, “You’re all so amazing!”

“It’s no problem at all, (Y/N),” Jim said, his nerves slipping into his voice as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You heard her guys!  She’s okay with the scorch marks!  Let’s party!”  Toby yelled, eager to stop stressing after what had been a very tense and flammable party set-up.

And so the party began!  It was pretty chill, there were many vibes, I don’t know how to describe it because I’ve been to one party in my entire life, but let’s just say it was dope.  Halfway through Krel woke up, and was totally fine.  Everything was going well.

And it kept going well.  

It seemed that the universe decided that a metric ton of shadow mephits and a burnt apartment were enough for one day. By the end of the night, you were pretty tired.  You’d sent the children and trolls home at a reasonable hour because you were a pyromaniac, not an irresponsible influence.

You and Douxie used magic to clean the apartment after everyone had left.

“Are you actually okay with the burns and the glitter?”

“Okay?  It literally could not be better,”  you looked at Douxie, smiling brightly, “Our friends tried their best to do something nice for my birthday.  Did they burn the apartment?  A little, but I don’t care.  It was sweet, and,” you picked up a handful of glitter, “They gave me free ammo,”

You threw the glitter at your unexpecting boyfriend, hitting him in the chest.

“Oh no, you don’t!”

The glitter fight that ensued was glorious.  You both fought bravely, not stopping for anything.  Your tactics were well thought out and nearly fool-proof, but alas, you were battling against the person who knew you best rendering all strategy moot.  After a fierce and shiny battle, you found yourself cornered by your wizard.

“Surrender, love?”

“Never,”

Before Douxie could throw more glitter on you, you grabbed his face and kissed him.  He melted into it, not noticing your hand reaching back for more glitter until it was too late.

You came away from the kiss before throwing glitter into your boyfriend’s face, giggling at the displeased look on his face.  Your laughter made him crack a smile before he kissed you again.

“I love you, Doux,”

“I love you too.  Happy birthday, (Y/N),”

[causticsunshine]

twenty questions

tagged by @are-you-quite-finished-giovanna thank you babe!! 🥰

1. why did you choose your url?

simply put i adore louis and i like purple and it just rolled off the tongue lol, but i also had a list of possible urls i also liked and i had to snatch this one up while i could!

2. any side blogs?

yes i have four....i'm not one of those 'everything goes on main and you can deal with it' type people.... but i have an inspiration blog @prickelndauge (art insp, lots of fashion, cool photography), an art-only blog @swmpwxtch, one just for spooky/creepy content because i'm really into horror manga and scary movies and that kind of stuff but i keep it off of main because i know a lot of it can often be triggering to others! (i also don't post much there but @bonepickng) and one for art references, life tips, random resources, and more donation sharing @am-ref!

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

soooo long i thought i'd be gone by now tbh. i know i signed up in 2011 after just browsing the site through random blogs and tags for ages, but i didn't start actively using my own account until early 2012!

4. do you have a queue tag?

when i actually remember to tag things i have queued i'll use 'i'm sleep queue' because all my early morning posts everyday are queued....i am an insomniac rip

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

keeping up with my interests better! i was like 15/16 at the time so it made sense. back in Ye Olde Days much like now—i really have come full circle lmao—it was mostly just for 1d and then some random tv shows/franchises i just to see content of semi-often, as well as finding cool art!

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

rn it's just a regular pic of louis! as much as i like using my collages or little edits as my icons, you can't see much of anything and it looks too busy sometimes (but also the photo i have rn....i am always thinking thoughts about it soooo)

7. why did you choose your header?

it's pretty! i wanted everything to follow a color scheme + i love embroidery and fancy gowns!

8. what's your post with the most notes?

ok i thought it was gonna be one of my old larry chibi doodles because i know a few of them hit 1k+ notes, but i deleted those in 2017 and apparently now it's this 6 year old like....funky photo study i did of dan howell from 2015 when i still watched him and amazingphil a lot?? i mean at least it's something i was once proud of lmao....there's a few art posts i have with semi decent notes that i pretend i Do Not See

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i think rn 40 something so not very many, although i unfollowed a lot of people i was moots with when i left my last fanbase so that's probably why 😬 i've been meaning to check out more HL/ot5 people though!! i love mutual interaction but i'm afraid of being annoying if i'm any degree of attentive

10. how many followers do you have?

overall i have almost 2.4k rn, but there's a decent amount that are totally inactive or at least don't interact with me so it feels like....a lot less lmao but since re-joining 1d i've already made up like all the people i lost when i left my other fanbase of almost three and more so thank you for actually liking my work and maybe me as well 🥺💗

11. how many ppl do you follow?

around 370 rn!

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

half of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is a shitpost fdngjkdf like my tags are bad enough lmao, no one needs to properly share the bs i have to say

13. how often do you use tumblr?

pretty regularly rn but there are times i'll go completely MIA depending on what i'm into/how busy i am!

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog?

in the past i have had some....issues with other people i've met on here but never directly had confrontation with them? most of the time that's happened i figure it's been one-sided though because i can get irritated with certain behavior really quickly—like i always say my heart is big and open but my bullshit tolerance is dangerously low—but when that's the case i'll just unfollow or block without saying anything?

although back in the day there was one instance (and seriously if anyone remembers this you deserve a medal because this shit was Ridiculous) where i kinda but not really called out another 1d fanartist who posted untagged noncon fanart they'd done of at least two of the boys, and then acted like it was no big deal (like. 1. those are irl people my dude and 2. untagged noncon art?? in front of my salad??) and their friends kept defending them for it and tried to come for me claiming i was a proponent of Purity Culture when i'm not and literally all i said in my post on it was that in my own opinion it was kinda fucked up to draw noncon art of real life people—not characters played by actors! but actual real people as themselves—in the first place, but if you felt the need to post highly triggering content like that the least you could do was tag it accordingly

but i think that was the last time properly so i guess times within this fanbase are still chaotic as ever just in a different way?

15. how do you feel about "you need to rb this" posts?

Annoyed™️ like don't guilt trip me over a post lmao i do what i want !!

16. do you like tag games?

YES i love to talk about myself after years of trying not to show any personality online out of fear of judgement dfjkngdf

17. do you like ask games?

yes! i want to do them more but i'm always afraid of reblogging one and then getting nothing and looking like a Fool :'(

18. which one of your mutuals is tumblr famous?

i guess i have a few moots that are kinda well-known or at least get good interaction within the community we're a part of? also isn't that phrase kind of an oxymoron at this point adfjkdf

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

not past platonic friendly affection lmao but honestly what is it like to have a realistic crush on an actual tangible person versus someone in the public eye who doesn't even know i exist.....it's been so long and i am so lonely please send help

20. tags?

@niallnailme @bolitodequeso @milkcurls @exzouis @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @got-my-devotion @aliensyndrome uhhh anyone who'd like to please consider yourself tagged by me! literally if there was an 'all my moots' button i'd just pick that lmao and as always no pressure/sorry if you've already done this and i haven't seen!

[messiisgodibeliveinhim]

Just Another Rant

Okay, so why do NCTzens have a hate boner for Taeyong??? It's so f*cking weird, it doesn't make sense.

Taeyong has been under NCTzens' microscope since his debut. Everything he does is dissected and twisted into something its not. No other member of NCT or any group (except maybe Jennie from Blackpink) is treated this way by the group's fans. NCTzens want Taeyong to be the villain so bad, that they're willing to stoop as low as dehumanizing, body shaming and wishing d3ath on him. NCTzens dislike him, some even hate him and they're not very subtle about it.

Now, I'm not saying all NCTzens are TY antis. I have moots on Twitter who dont stan him, but are incredibly respectful towards him and acknowledge his talents and hardwork. If you're one of them, then this rant is not about you. But i will say this, if it isnt all NCTzens who anti Taeyong, it's most of them.

It started with Lines and Screentime distribution for NCT songs and mvs. Now, i agree that Taeyong used to get a little more lines and screentime than the others at first. But instead of calling out SM, most of you targeted Taeyong saying he deliberately stole the said lines and screentime from his members so that he'd get to shine more..... Really???

Next, when he was announced as a member of SuperM, NCTzens were clearly upset it wasn't Johhny or Jaehyun. Do you wanna know why??? No, they didnt talk about talent. Instead, they wanted Jaehyun/Johhny instead of Taeyong because SuperM is a group targeted at the western audience and Jn & Jh knew to speak English better than TY..... Okay.

And it keeps getting worse.

-NCTzens saying that TY goes into the recording studio to record his solo songs, by LOCKING OUT the rest of NCT, so that they wont get to record their solo stuff.

-That TY is SM's Golden Boy cuz he 'gETs a LoT of SoLO pRoMos anD cENter TiMe', completely refusing to understand what 'SOLO PROMO' means or see how overworked and mistreated he is by his own company.

-When TyongFs praise TY about anything, NCTzens always, ALWAYS insert their faves in the post. Like, go make your own post maybe???

/Trigger Content

-NCTzens saying that TY dances like he has a sq*irrel in his pants, raps like d*g, looks like a skeleton etc etc. And these are just mild stuff i mentioned here. NCTzens are so much worse when it comes to body shaming and dehumanizing him. And when we call them out for it, thay have the audacity to say that its a JOKE and we're STUPID for not having 'A Sense of Humor'....

/End of Trigger Content

-NCTzens saying that TY's main dancer/main rapper/main visual/leader/center positions should go to their faves cuz their fave 'iS So mUcH beTTeR aT TheSe pOsiTIOns'. Yeah.... sure..... NCTzens rarely talk about the positions other members have , but are really obsessed with Taeyong's.

-NCTzens still denying that Taeyong is NCT's leader and that he's really good at it. Just yesterday, a Wayzennie (also a TY anti) started spewing sh*t about Taeyong's leadership. And their arguement??? That they have 'lEAdeRsHiP eXpEriEncE iN UnI, WoRk aND ouTsIDe wOrK' and that makes them an expert about leading a 23 member global kpop group, who had a rough start what with their controversial 'unlimited' concept and experimental songs. Sure, Jan.

(Also, the thing where some Wayzennies are still not accepting that TY is the leader of whole of NCT, cuz Kun is WayV's leader..... Seriously, though its not that hard to understand. Kun IS and WILL remain the leader of WayV, a 7 member group. That's a fact. But when the subunits (127, Dream and WayV) come together for projects (ex: NCT 2018 and NCT 2020), Taeyong becomes the overall leader. But since these Wayzennies are still on their WayV not being part of NCT agenda, they're simply ignore this. Go figure.)

- Oh, but when some other member in NCT messes up, it suddenly becomes Taeyong's responsibility cuz 'HE'S THE LEADER'. Funny, how NCTzens change narratives quickly. Also, weird how, according to NCTzens, NCT members suddenly can't think for themselves even though they're grown adults and need Taeyong to take the blame for them. Haha.....

-Also, NCTzens guilt tripping TyongFs from canceling NCT Beyond Live tickets when they got to know that he was injured and wont be participating in the concert a little too late, cuz "Taeyong, as a leader, would be sooo upseeet that his group wont be getting TyongFs' money and he'd feel sooo guiltyyy that y'all are getting refunds of your OWN money that YOU CHOSE to spent and its not my business at all. But damn, y'all are sooo selfish!!!!"

-NCTzens posting about how overjoyed they are that TY is injured cuz that means their faves get to shine..... "Look how MY FAVE killed TY's part" "MY FAVE ate Taeyong up" "Should've put MY FAVE in the OG line up instead of Taeyong" "MY FAVE made TY's part as his own" "Thank god, MY FAVE got to show off his talents, now that Taeyong isnt here". God, if i were one of the Neos whose fans say sh*t like this, it would've felt like a slap to my face. Honestly, tell me, do y'all really think so low of your faves? Do you really think they cant shine even with TY being on stage? They absolutely can, but you're focus is not on them, is it? Way to embarrass yourself.

-NCTzens blaming Taeyong for NCT's slow rise to fame because of the false rumors/allegations pinned on him by nasty people. They say Taeyong was the sole reason for NCT not being liked by many, not because of their confusing/complicated concept or the music. Yeah, you heard me. NCTzens are not above victim blaming and pointing fingers, cuz they are not ready to accept the fact that Taeyong was the one who carried the group on his back all the way.

-And how they can't stand the fact that TY gets praised by proffesionals or non-fans or locals. A dance analyzer analyzed 127's Kick It and at the end stated that Taeyong was the best dancer in 127. And what did NCTzens do. They bullied the analyzer to the point that they deleted the video, just cuz their fave was not named the best. A reactor reacts to Taeyong's Long Flight and the comments on the videos are along the lines of 'Hey, MY FAVE'S also has a solo song too. You should definitely react to that' or when they're tryna be subtle (but not really), they go 'Taeyong is soo good but you should also check out MY FAVE'S blah blah blah'

Hell, even when TyongFs say 'Taeyong is very so creative, by coming up with BDLI Jungle Gym concept and the MAW chandelier thing. He's literally an Idea Bank', and NCTzens go 'All the Neos are idea banks' in the same post.

When TyongFs say 'Taeyong is the really so handsome. NCT's main visual', they go 'All the Neos are main visuals'

Lmao, just 3 days ago, someone commented 'Taeyong is cute' under a tiktok video and an NCTzen just couldn't help but fume about it and went 'All Neos are cute'🙄

Like seriously, this is sooo annoying. Make your own goddamn post about the rest of NCT, ffs! Why do you to insert anyone else in a Taeyong tweet? Literally, can't let Taeyong have a moment for himself.

-Recently, Taeyong released 2 solo demo tracks on SoundCloud- Dark Clouds and Dark Clouds Remix (check it out here: https://soundcloud.com/eh_ovo_taeyong). And NCTzens being NCTzens started those who never even promoted Kun's SoundCloud before started promoting it under every TY tweet on the same day. Now, i don't have a problem with them promoting Kun's SC. But they could've done it any other day or made their own tweet about it. But doing it under every TY promo tweet and on the very same day? Really??? And some of them had the audacity to say that TY was getting free clout from Kun cuz Kun followed him on SC.....😑😑😑

-NCTzens have this weird belief that TY is getting solo promos and is being pushed by SM. What on earth are they talking about? Taeyong being center, main rapper and main dancer of the group is not solo promo. Him being in SuperM is not solo promo. Him opening Instagram and SoundCloud is not solo promo, but self promo- which means HE'S promoting himself, not SM. Solo promo is usually provided to the artist by the company in the form of photoshoots, accepting brand deals, releasing the artist's solo music etc and SM isnt doing sh*t for Taeyong. All they're doing is overworking him and milking him for money. That's it. And i want NCTzens to understand that.

And the list goes on and on and on. This weird hate boner NCTzens have for Taeyong is so bizarre to me. All Taeyong does is sing, rap, dance, talk cutely, take care of his fishes and play games with Baekhyun. And this somehow gets NCTzens mad. They constantly discredit him, try to make him seem less than what he actually is, insert everyone else when someone is talking just about him, make him seem like a villain by twisting his words or actions and making it into a big deal.... *sigh* Its so unbelievable how low NCTzens can stoop. And it gets tiring real quick.

N E Ways, this is everything i wanted to rant about and damn, this turned out to be too lengthy. Now, if you havent followed Taeyong on his Instagram, please do @eh_evo_nct. Stream Long Flight, his one and only solo station. And please look forward to BaekhyunxTaeyong collab on Taeyong's SoundCloud.

Ciao!

[sophrosinn]

indescribable

synopsis: Fashion photographer Bakugou Katsuki’s world got irrevocably changed when he inadvertently met Uraraka Ochako, whose fiery eyes are strangely familiar to him for some reason.

prompt: je ne sais quoi, a French phrase which literally translates to “I do not know what.” It is commonly used to describe a certain quality that cannot be adequately put into words.

word count: 1,628 words

note: Shout-out to @vanaera and @senfleurs for being the bestest friends a girl could ever ask for. Seriously, I hope you both realize just how much your words have motivated me to continue writing.

If you have noticed any inaccuracies, please let me know. Also, I am unsure as to whether or not to continue this. I guess we’ll see in time. Comments and constructive criticisms are highly appreciated! ❤️

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Under the bright stage lights, as if it was only natural, Katsuki’s eyes found hers immediately among the sea of hopeful faces. She, with her soft pink ensemble, doe eyed look, and short but curvy physique, stood out in the crowd of skinny figures dressed in the fanciest clothes with practiced smiles and brimming with confidence. It was ironic, to say the least, that it seemed that his eyes automatically singled her out when there was nothing remarkable about her appearance: a simple white buttoned top with cut-out shoulders tucked into her pastel green flowing skirt. Her eyes, though, were different from her otherwise inconspicuous get-up. They sparkled with unflinching determination, almost breaking through the surface of her fragile mask of composure. It was a look of pure challenge, taunting and daring, and fuck, it looked really good on her cherub face. Not one to back down from challenges, Katsuki stared right back, unable to stop the feral grin from breaking out on his face.

This should be interesting, he thought.

“You, round face, at the back,” he called out, resolutely, as if there could never be any other choice than her (and perhaps, there never was). His voice reverberated against the four walls of the studio room, halting all the quiet conversations and nervous ramblings among the participants at once. “With the orange headband and grass skirt.”

Everyone turned to look at him, for this was the first time he had spoken after he was introduced ten minutes ago. not that he needed any kind of introduction. He was Katsuki Bakugou, a photographer whose name has long been circulating in the fashion industry for having featured in and worked with various famous magazines. His parents have long since established the family’s reputation by creating the most glamorous and avant-garde designs to grace the catwalk. While Katsuki chose a path for himself, opting instead to work behind a camera, he did not stray too far from his parents’ influence. 

Nonetheless, in spite of his wish to separate his career from his parents’ connections, he quickly rose to fame for being a Bakugou. Katsuki, being his usual self, did not bother to prove himself to anyone else. After all, his photographs, which were more than enough to showcase his abilities, never failed to capture the candidness and reality beyond the fabricated portrayal of the world of fashion. 

And now there he was, inside a spare atelier in his parents’ building, searching for a suitable candidate for his next project. Given his work history, it was not unusual that out of all the stunning women occupying the same room as him, he chose her.

She, who must have been unconsciously looking at him, but was actually intensely focused on something else. Because the second he pointed at her form, she froze. As did everyone else, and a beat of unnerving silence passed. 

Her eyes went wide in bewilderment, surprised at the sudden attention. When she answered, it was meek and hesitant. “M-me?” She pointed at herself, and under the scrutinizing eyes of the other hopeful attendees, she reminded him of a gazelle about to be preyed upon by a pack of hungry lions.

It was fucking hilarious to Katsuki, the duality with which the girl held herself. Just a moment ago, he glimpsed a vexed goddess, looking every bit as someone rudely awakened from her eternal slumber. Now, it’s gone, and there’s barely a trace of her left in this fragile girl. 

“Yes, you,” he replied, “what’s your name, round face?”

Ah, there it fucking was, he thought as he was regarded with that same blazing look in her eyes. But as quickly as it came, it was gone underneath her lids as she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath before replying in a steady voice, “Ochako Uraraka, sir!”  

Although he was expecting it, he had to admit that he was surprised to hear the strength in her voice. From that distance, he can almost see her fists clenched at her sides. 

“Uraraka,” he breathed, amused at how strangely natural it seemed to roll off his tongue. “Follow me then.”

Uraraka immediately nodded, squeezing in between the women standing in front of her, before following Bakugou who’s almost out the door. However, Kirishima, Bakugou’s optimistic friend and close companion, stopped him from leaving by asking: “but what of the other girls?” 

“Escort them to the exit, and make sure they don’t loiter and find any of the old hag’s stuff lying around. It’s almost fashion week, you know how fucking chaotic it gets.”

“Got it, Bakubro.” Kirishima saluted him, about to turn the other way when he immediately stopped. “Even if I’m so not your assistant.”

Smirking, Bakugou crossed his arms and raised one of his eyebrows at Kirishima. In return, Kirishima stared at him unnervingly, and by the looks of it, it seemed like an unspoken conversation was ongoing between the two men. 

In the end, Kirishima sighed good-naturedly, putting his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “This is why they say you run your assistants dry,” Kirishima quipped, shaking his head at Bakugou before he turned to the side, smiling brightly at Uraraka. “Nice to meet ya, Ms. Uraraka! I’m Kirishima! Play nice, Bakubro!” 

With that, he winked at Bakugou and took off.

“That dumbass,” Bakugou muttered, walking out the door and motioning for Uraraka to follow him. 

In the silent hallway, Uraraka cleared her throat awkwardly. “Uh, Bakugou-san? Sir?”

He grunted in response.

“I just want to say thank you for choosing me. I know I’m not that pretty as all those other girls, and given that I just came from the province, I probably wouldn’t know what to do but I promise I will do—”

“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue and ran a hand over his hair in frustration. Apparently, this girl has not seen any of his works; when did he ever choose a conventionally pretty model? He, honest to God, never cared for looks; his photographs attest to that fact. “Don’t be fucking daft, I didn’t choose you because you’re pretty.” He paused and turned around, intending to let his words sink in. 

At the same time, he also took the chance to look over her form (average height, chopped angled bob cut for her brown hair, functional clothes), which, as he noted beforehand, were nothing out of the ordinary. He gazed at her face, and as he did, he was once again greeted by those fiery eyes—that same look which demanded his attention. There was a fire burning just beyond the surface of her brown irises, as bright and dazzling as the afternoon sun, when her face twisted in irritation. He was pleasantly surprised to see that. But in just a blink of an eye, the look was gone, replaced instead by embarrassment as she averted her gaze away. 

Bakugou internally groaned. Dumbass wears her fucking heart on her sleeve. How. Wonderful.

“You’re right, I'm not pretty,” she eventually whispered, quite dejectedly if he must note.

“Listen, it’s because I am not looking for someone pretty—if I were, you wouldn’t be my first choice. And goddamn, are you blind or something? You are pretty.” At that, she jolted in surprise and stared at him, dumbfounded at the sudden compliment. Fuck, even he was shocked at himself. “Not beautiful, just, pretty, urgh, fuck off,” he immediately amended which earned him a giggle. 

“Really?” she cheekily replied, and he ignored her in favor of maintaining his cool. 

“Here’s the thing, the fact that you’re here means that you thought you’ve got what it fucking takes to succeed in this line of work.” She nodded, opening her mouth, perhaps intending to contradict him but he wasn’t quite finished chiding her. “And goddamn, you do. Don’t waste my time and my fucking trust, which I don’t freely give to just some random extra, if you’re just gonna spout some nonsensical bullshit about your appearance or whatever fucking absurd things you’ve got going inside that head. I’ll say this only once: this industry is not for the bitch ass whiny pissbabies, and if you think you are one of those, then fuck off and don’t return.”

Fucking hell! So much for cool. 

He took a deep breath, releasing the tension in his shoulders, before he turned to look at the round-faced newbie whose face’s—wait, what the fuck, are his eyes deceiving him or does she really have the guts to outright laugh at his face?

“What’s so funny, huh?”

Uraraka spluttered, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles but it was for moot. He watched dumbly as she tried to stop her laughter, eyes crinkled with tears flowing down to her rosy cheeks. Frozen still, immobilized by the ringing sound of her carefree laughter in his ears, Bakugou had the sudden urge to reach for his camera and immortalize the breathtaking moment. 

“You, Mr. Bakugou, sir! Thank you for your words, as harsh as they may seem, I mean—that was your attempt at bolstering my confidence, right?”

“Fucking—call me Bakugou. Don’t add any ‘sir,’ makes me feel goddamn old.”

“Well, your scowl certainly makes you look like a grump,” she offhandedly commented. 

“What?!” he barked. This chick was really testing the limitations of his short fuse, huh? 

She immediately jerked upright at the tone of his voice. “Nothing, si—I mean, Bakugou! E-he.”

He exhaled through his nose. “What-the-fuck ever, I’m out of here. Tell that red-headed idiot,” he pointed at Kirishima who’s running to catch up to them, “your contact details. Or don’t, see if I care.”

“Don’t worry, Bakugou,” she called out behind him, “I won’t give in! I'll have you know I'm tough!”

He didn’t doubt her one bit.

[honeycobie]

Could You Ship The Members Of The Boyz With Your Mutuals?

i got two of these asks so i combined them together and added a little description of the vibe they give off when i talk to them! i spent a lot of time on this because i love all of my cute mutuals ♡ under the cut because they’ll get super long. if i miss anyone, i’m sorry, my mind is a mess.

[sangyeon: @tbzhours​] paney is so supportive and she constantly reaches out to others to encourage them (she really reminds me of sangyeon with that)! i still remember when she first talked to me and i was shocked because i was a new blog and she had reached out to give me tips and cheer me on! not to mention, she was my first mutual so she has a special place in my heart <3

it’s like participating in a nervewracking competition and you’re so tense but you’ll suddenly hear loud cheers for you from the sideline. when you look up, you see that one person who never fails to make you smile. seeing their face makes you determined to win and make them proud, to pay them back for their limitless kindness and support.

[jacob: @atbzkingdom​] i know you ship me with him, but honestly you’re both angels? i see the both of you as more motherly figures but still extremely chaotic and silly. dee....no words describe how much i love her. if you were to ask me to describe her, i could write an essay but i wouldn’t be able to find one exact adjective. sometimes i just worry for her like please rest ;;; you’ve worked so hard and i want you to SLEEP goddamnit. 

it’s like the feeling of nostalgia. as you lie there, thinking of that one person and how much you miss them, old memories surface and you smile wistfully, allowing your mind to travel. the buzz of your phone brings you back down from your little universe and your eyes widen, heart fluttering when you notice it’s an incoming call from that exact person. 

[younghoon: @chaoticdeobi​] bea is such a softie, i love her so much :( i was debating between younghoon and hak but i went with him instead. i have to admit, reading her writings had me intimidated because damn the talent! i’m glad i reached out because i’ve found someone who i’ll never regret meeting! that intimidation reminds me of younghoon because he comes off as cold at first. however, as i continued talking to her, i laugh because i wonder why i felt intimidated in the first place because she’s just the softest bean underneath! (ok but they’re both literally the 🥺 emoji)

it’s like watching the snow fall gracefully with the person you cherish most, holding steaming mugs of hot chocolate as you allow your head to fall on their shoulder. although it’s silent, it’s never uncomfortable because you’re so close with the other person that you can practically tell what the other is thinking from their mere breaths.

[hyunjae: @heartyyjeno​] we first met through the tbz collab discord server and i was shocked because of how supportive she was? as everybody spilled in their ideas, she’d just keep on bringing in compliments and i love her for that. hyunjae and alesha both have a playful side as well as a sweet side and i can see them both connecting so well.

it’s like a hug when you most need it, the warmth of arms snaking around your waist as you let your tears go. gentle hands come up to brush away your tears and you can’t help but let out a shaky laugh when they pull a silly face to comfort you. their embrace is so comforting, it lulls you to sleep. if you were to describe this hug in one word, it’d be home. 

[juyeon: @juyeonzz​] i’m sorry qiu but i was intimidated by you too...you seemed so far up and out of my league that i didn’t dare to interact with you but i’m so so so glad i did! qiu and juyeon....both seem so intimidating? maybe it’s because resting face hehe but underneath!! they’re both the sweetest dorks! i can’t count how many times i’ve bickered with her over who loves who (i do and i take no arguments) the most and i love how we get so chaotic together.

it’s like stargazing with someone and it’s supposed to be romantic but you can’t help but burst out into giggles because it’s suddenly turned into a huge tickle fight. even though you playfully scold the other person for ruining such a lovely moment, you can’t help but think the opposite, your heart full and bursting with love as you turn your gaze back to the sky, fingers intertwining with theirs.

[kevin: @hyungseobf]: one of my oldest moots! i haven’t talked to them in a while and honestly we’re not super close but i still love them :( i ship them with kevin because they’re both so friendly and easy to talk to! also they’re chaotic and they’d absolutely vibe together. when they took a super long hiatus, i was so sad and i really really missed them. 

it’s like going through an old box of your childhood memories, feeling oddly happy as you sift through scrapbooks and photos but your hand stills when your gaze falls onto the old plushie that used to be your favourite. picking it out, you shake off the dust, as you stare fondly at its worn, dirty yet adorable face. 

[chanhee: @vernonvsblog] another one of my newest moots! she’s so kind and understanding and i know that chanhee would definitely appreciate that the most (especially since i feel like he’s someone who would want some time and space to himself)! not to mention, they’re both precious beans and i feel like they’d brighten up each others’ and other people’s days. 

it’s like being on a roadtrip, driving past forest and towns, everything blurring together. finally, the car stops at your destinated stop and you’re parked near the beach. running out, you feel so carefree, taking in the breathtaking sunset, painting the sky with vivid orange and yellow and the waves crashing against the shore, the scent of the sea carried by the breeze.

[changmin: @tbzwurld] listen, i’ve been mutuals with bee for like one day and i’m already in love like i’d sacrifice everything. this is all based off from her blog as i don’t know her that well yet but! her blog literally radiates softness and love like i can already tell that she puts her whole soul into making her blog a comfort zone for her followers. they’re both sweethearts and give off babie energy. 

it’s like watching the rain pour with headphones in, listening to soft and slow songs. you watch as it gradually clears up, the sun breaking through the dense and dark gray clouds. the glow is still weak but golden, still gathering strength and intensity but you feel so powerful at that moment, your eyes lingering on the patches of blue that start to show through. 

[hyunjoon: @aveluant1a​] yu! one of my newer moots but i still love you nonetheless. what really reminds me of hyunjoon is the talent! you’re both brimming with talent like gimme (the art, the writing....dang) and she really comes off mysterious and is like that one cool person i’m in awe of. i love how when we talk, she’s so open to many topics and she’s honestly an amazing person. 

it’s like catching a glimpse of a fawn in a forest, mysterious and practically beckoning to you as it melts away into the shadows. without thinking, you follow it and you’re taken away by the gorgeous sight of a field, the grass swaying along with the wind and you can’t help but twirl in the warmth of the sunshine, your arms spread out and your eyes closed, basking in the pure beauty of nature.

[sunwoo: @fluffytbz​] for rosie, i was thinking either sunwoo or eric ;;; but i went with sunwoo! they’re both so supportive and loving! they can be serious but goofy in a split second and i love how carefree she comes off. it feels like all my fears melt away when i talk to her and she’s basically my older sister that i can confide all my secrets in. 

it’s like cradling a rose in your hands, the petals silky smooth against the skin of your palms as you take in its fragrant scent and a smile takes over your face as it calms you down, bringing you a sense of peace. as you move to pluck it from the garden, you wince, the thorns drawing blood but it’s worth it. it is always worth it. 

summary: i’m basically in love with all of you.